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starlordsandrockets · 9 months ago

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One Bad Party

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+

word count: 6k

summary: After being broken up with at a house party, you return back to the compound at 3am to find Peter waiting for you.

a/n: Heyyy sorry I've been playing Baldur's Gate to escape my writers block. But here you go, feedback is appreciated bc I feel like this fic fell flat a bit??? Idk lol

There was only one question that kept crossing Peter’s mind whenever he saw you sneaking out of the compound to see your boyfriend: Were you sleeping with the guy?

Peter had no right to be this jealous. It was not like he had a chance with you. Peter tried, but he could barely hold a conversation with you without withdrawing into himself. He became a stuttering mess and before long he would find himself retiring, far too embarrassed to stay in the same room as you.

Peter looked up from his textbook. He was sitting in his dim room, studying at his desk. Or at least, he was attempting to study. The only thing running through his mind was the outfit you were wearing as you left the compound.

Your bare leg flashed past your large black coat as you brushed off a comment from Tony. A black satin slip could be made out, hugging your curves as you wrapped the coat’s fabric around you, wishing to hide yourself from Tony’s judging gaze.

The thought of you was pushed out of Peter’s brain as he pushed out his chair, rising to his feet. He needed to clear his head for a bit.

Peter found himself staring into the kitchen’s large fridge, eyes scanning his options without a single processing thought. He wondered if you were coming home tonight. Not that it mattered, it was not like there was anyone special to come home to. Reaching out, Peter grabbed a cold, glass bottle. Studying the label he shrugged before opening the beer. The cold glass pressed against his warm skin as he took a sip.

The alcohol could never affect his senses, unless he were to make sure of it, but he still liked the taste of beer. He winced after his next sip, second guessing himself. Glancing at the time, it was almost three in the morning and Peter found himself praying for your arrival to the compound. Clearly, he needed some air to push his clouded thoughts of you out of his head. Right?

“Friday,” Peter spoke quietly with his drink in hand.

“Yes Peter?”

“I’m going outside,” He informed the system.

“Of course, Peter. It is currently 40 degrees. I would recommend a jacket,”

“Thanks,” Peter smiled, hand finding a hoodie that he managed to leave in the lounge last night. How Tony had not thrown it on the ground in front of his bedroom door already was a surprise.

Opening the door, the cold air hit him, making him shiver slightly.

Peter remembered what you had on when you left, and he only hoped you were inside somewhere nice and warm. Placing his bottle down on the tiny porch’s only step, he took an awkward seat on the cold stone. He rubbed his hands together, now wishing he had made a warm cup of coffee instead. Placing the bottle against his lips, he tilted his head back. He studied the stars as he took a few large sips of beer.

“What are you Tony’s guard dog?” Your voice rang through his ears, taking him off guard. You watched him begin to choke slightly, “‘Cause you’re shit at it,”

“N-No,” His single word was separated by a heavy cough, “I couldn’t sleep,” Peter knew half a beer was not affecting him, but somehow he was feeling a little confident, “and I noticed you weren’t back yet so-”

“So you’re up playing parent?” You studied where he was spread on the step, blocking your way to the door. Sure, you could go around him, but you already stumbled your way up the compound’s extremely long driveway.

“No- I just- it’s so cold and I was remembering what you were wearing when you left and I-” Peter rambled below you.

“Please give me a break. I heard enough from Tony before I left and I sure as hell don’t want to hear it again, especially from you,” You shot back. Your words were almost flowing like vomit, slurring and sloshing out of your quivering lips.

“No- No I- Y/N,” Peter shook his head. Moving his hands, he attempted to stand up, however his arm knocked against his bottle. The glass fell against the stone, shattering almost instantly. Staring at it, he almost laughed at how it reflected the conversation that hung in the frigid air.

“You’re in my way and I’m cold, so please,” Your gaze fell to your pointy heels as you wrapped your coat’s fabric around you tightly. Closing your eyes you did not want to see Peter stumbling before you in response to your hurtful tone. However, you also did not want him to see the tears that were forming in your eyes, “goodnight,” You muttered, pushing the heavy door open.

“Y/N,” Peter called after you. He watched as you attempted to outrun him, however your imbalance twisted your ankles in your heels, “Hey-” He called out, reaching out, he steadied you as you began to crumble.

Inhaling, your stuffy nose played audibly, directing Peter’s gaze, “No,” You spoke defensively, “No- I’m not- it’s not. Peter,”

“What did he do?” Peter studied your face, “Your makeup- Before you left, you did that little thing you started doing,” He motioned to your eyes, “the little flick. And now it’s gone and your mascara is smudged under there-”

“Peter…” You stared back at him, confused as to why Peter would pay so much attention to you, if any at that. He was Spider-Man and you were Tony’s assistant who just got to live here because it was more convenient for the billionaire.

“No, because did he do something?” Peter questioned. His voice cracked slightly, making him clear his throat.

“Why do you care?” You questioned back, not sure where the question came from. Well, you knew because that is exactly what you were thinking. But, you were unsure as to why you were so blunt. Maybe you were still a little buzzed.

Peter’s hold on you loosened as the question passed through your lips. He could not confess to you, not now. He had thought of so many ways to tell you how he felt, and this was not one of them.

He studied your appearance. Your makeup was a ghost of the painted picture it was hours before, and your posture was folded in on itself, as if you wished the dark compound to swallow you and allow you to hide away, “Because I knew he’d do something,”

“Y-You,” You stuttered, “don’t even know his name,” Peter’s brown gaze was serious, and it was a look you had never seen him wear. You were never around for important missions, just to make small talk to him at the coffee maker or Tony’s stupid little lounge parties.

“Don’t have to,” Peter spoke, “if he treated you any better I feel like you would’ve mentioned him to someone. To Nat when you guys share your coffee in the morning or Mr. Stark would bring him up during his parties to embarrass you… or to annoy me,”

You did not address his last claim. You just wanted to go to your room and cry, “I’m just… I’m a private person,” You shrugged, not meeting Peter’s gaze any longer. You heard him laugh slightly, a short exhale passing through his lips, “what?”

“I just- My body doesn’t let me get drunk so you wouldn’t believe how much I know about everyone from Mr. Stark’s dumb parties,” He watched as you met his eyes once again, “Y-You,” He paused, your gaze stirring up butterflies, “You say a lot when you’re drunk,”

“Like what?” You pried, watching Peter smile slightly.

“That’s how I found out,” Peter spoke, “Mr. Stark-” He paused, remembering the night Tony had tried so hard to get the two of you together after finding out Peter’s crush on you, “he suggested spin the bottle,” He heard you scoff, “Yeah well, that’s when you refused to play because you ‘met a guy’ and it was ‘kind of serious’,”

“So,” You spoke, “We were,” The word slipped as your gaze froze.

“...Were?” Peter questioned.

“Peter,” You shook your head.

“What do you mean?” Peter pushed.

“Peter, I’m tired,”

“Did he break up with you?”

“It’s like 3am and I want to get this fucking dress and heels off,” You spoke over him, watching him freeze in front of you.

He could help you with that, “Sorry,” Peter spoke, “You don’t have to tell me,” Peter wanted to slip that dress off of you.

“It’s not,” You sighed, feeling guilty as if you kicked a puppy, “It’s not like we talk. You know? When’s the last time we had a conversation like this?” You watched as Peter’s posture straightened in front of you, but in reality it felt like he was about to crumble from your piercing words.

“Right…” Peter spoke, knowing when to take a hint. “Sorry,” He stepped aside, allowing you to claw at the straps of your heels. It felt as if he was letting you slip right through his fingers. Sure, he did not want to be a rebound but at this point, he did not want you to think he had no intention of ever speaking to you, “It’s not that I haven’t tried,”

“What?” You questioned, planting a bare foot on the ground. The heel hung loosely in your grasp as you stared back at him.

“I try to talk to you- A lot actually… but,” Peter specified, “I’m just not great at it- I mean, I’m not even good at it,”

You paused, as awkward silence fell after Peter’s words, “Okay,” You smiled slightly, “Well, maybe we can talk in the morning? Over breakfast? If I’m not hungover,”

“Right,” Peter smiled in defeat, “Sure,” He watched as you pressed your lips in an awkward smile, the lipstick that was once there was now faded. You slipped the other shoe off your foot before turning towards the hallway. You made your way a few steps down the hall to the elevator doors, leaving Peter to stare right at you from where you left him, “It’s because I like you,” He spoke, surely low enough.

The elevator dinged but you did not walk inside it, not yet. You were at a standstill, your brain processing Peter’s quiet confession. Staring into the bright elevator, you watched as the doors began to slowly close. How could Peter like you when you found out your boyfriend had been cheating on you? Why would anyone like you?

“You’re-” You mumbled, “You’re fucking with me,” Turning, you dared to meet Peter’s far off gaze, “Stop fucking with me,”

“W-What?” Peter stuttered, watching you walk closer to him.

“You’re Spider-Man,” You informed, watching his head tilt slightly out of confusion.

“...Yeah? Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?” Peter questioned, his eyes trailed all over your body, forgetting that you could see his every move.

“Why would you…” You wrapped your coat around you in response to Peter’s gaze, “I’m just Tony’s assistant,” You stopped in your tracks, not able to get any closer to Peter.

“Why would I?-” His question fell short as he realized you had heard his quiet confession, “Oh,” Peter watched you nod shyly, “Don’t… don’t you want to get out of your clothes?”

“What?” You questioned, feeling your face heat up out of embarrassment.

“No- No! God, I just-” Peter stammered, “You said you wanted to change- I thought you could do that and maybe like, take off your makeup and then we could talk. Or, or we could do that in the morning- if you’re not hungover,” He repeated your earlier claim.

“Yeah… yeah,” You spoke, “I’ll go- I’ll go change,” You nodded, lips pressed together, “but, could you help me? These heels killed my feet,”

“Yeah,” Peter spoke, “Yeah, of course,” He was hesitant, hands reaching out. Peter hand touched you before, when he caught steadied you moments before, but now it felt different. Now you know, “Here,” Peter took in a quick breath before he slipped your large coat off of your skin. You almost looked nude, the dress under your coat was small compared to the coat’s large exterior. He folded the fabric before he tucked it under his arm, “and I can carry those,” He reached out towards your shoes that hung off of your curled finger.

“Thanks,” You smiled to yourself. However, your smile soon faded to a blank expression as you felt Peter’s fingertips on the small of your back. His hand soon flattened and you swore you could feel his sweaty palm through your thin dress.

***

The two of you silently made your way through an awkward elevator ride and stumbled your way to your room. Peter opened the door, watching you slip past him and into the dark room. You let out a loud sigh of relief after Peter shut the door behind him, “What?” He almost laughed.

“Feels good to be home,” You replied, “That party was a fucking nightmare,” You smiled, your lips quivered as you felt tears threaten to spill, “I didn’t want to go. I shouldn’t have,”

“Y/N,” Peter said, approaching you, he gathered a handful of your dress’s fabric, “Remember what I said,” The tone of his voice drew your attention. You never heard that slightly dominant tone pass through his lips before, “We can talk after. Okay?”

“Mhm,” You hummed, lips pressed nervously, “Right,” He began to hike up the fabric, the cool fabric tickling your thighs, “Peter,”

He had started helping you without a second thought. Peter was completely lost in you, functioning on autopilot. Your words brought him back to reality, “Sorry- I,” He turned, facing the wall, “I’m sorry- I forgot I was done helping. I got you here,”

You slipped the dress over your hips and past your chest, “Yeah,” You broke the silence, “but,” That word made Peter turn his head in time to check a glance of your exposed skin. The dress’s fabric covered your face as you slowly slipped it over your head.

Could you see him staring? Peter took in the sight of your underwear and push-up bra for another second before turning his head back to the wall. His face must have been red. He felt his cheeks begin to grow warm. Peter also felt something else begin to grow and he hoped it was not noticeable.

“Could you help me?” You continued, now slipping a long, black night shirt over your skin. You wished you had anything else to wear to bed, anything sexier than an oversized shirt.

“Help with what?” Peter questioned, back still facing you. He watched as your room lit up a bit brighter from switching on the bathroom light.

“My makeup,” You almost groaned, “I’m too tireddd,” You placed your arms on the counter’s cool surface. Looking at your reflection you were reminded of the night you just had. Your mascara pooled under your lash line but you were still surprised Peter had noticed, “Peter,” You called out, hands covering your face, smudging your makeup even further.

Peter entered your small bathroom, taking in the space he had never seen before, “What’s up?” He watched as you blindly dug through one of your drawers. A pack of makeup wipes appeared in front of him as you leaned further onto the counter, a tired groan vibrating past your lips, “Okaaay,” Peter laughed, “Come’re then,” He took the pack, setting it down before he reached out. Turning you around, you faced him now. Your eyes were still closed from when you were rubbing your tired eyes, “Just one?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, finally opening your eyes. That is when you realized how close Peter was. You studied his hands as he peeled open the makeup wipes. His fingers were long and slender, making something in you stir. You focused on his fingers moving around the cloth in his large hands.

“Hey,” Peter spoke, taking hold of your face with his free hand, “I have to see your face to take the makeup off,” He laughed. The smile quickly faded as he studied your face in his hold, a look of embarrassment flooded his face. Peter realized not only how close he was to you, but was reminded just how pretty you were. Nervousness traveled up his spine, making him shiver slightly, “Right,” He spoke, clearing his throat as you stared back up at him.

His touch was gentle as he replaced his hand with the makeup wipe, making you jump, “cold,” you muttered, nervous at Peter’s closeness.

“Sorry,” Peter replied, rubbing the makeup off of your skin.

“Don’t look too close,” You laughed, “I’m not that pretty up close,” You chose your words wisely, not wanting Peter to think you were baiting for a compliment.

But that was exactly what was running through Peter’s head. Peter was trying to find the right words to say so he did not seem like he was as obsessed with you as he was, “I think you’re pretty,” Was all he managed to admit, watching your gaze snap right to his loving brown gaze, “I mean… I can move- if you think I’m too close,”

“You think I’m pretty?” You mentally kicked yourself as the cliche question slipped past your lips.

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. Pretty was an understatement, “You’re probably the prettiest girl I know,” He tested the water.

“Nat and Wanda live here,” You spoke, “So I think you’re lying,”

“Nah,” Peter focused on your eyes, “Close your eyes,” He instructed, watching you do as you were told. He felt as if he should use this to his advantage, that way you could not affect him with your gaze, “I thought that since the day you got here. Plus, Nat and Wanda kind of scare me,” He watched you smile slightly.

“I don’t scare you?” You questioned, feeling his breath on your skin, making your lips press closed.

“A little, but in a good way,” He admitted.

“Yeah?” You laughed to yourself, eyes still closed, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Peter did not answer, he was far too embarrassed and lost in the thought of you. The ‘good way’ was that it turned him on, “There,” He finally spoke as he studied your cleaned face.

“You didn’t answer my question,” You spoke, however your words fell short as Peter dragged the makeup wipe across your mouth.

“Sorry- Missed a spot,” He teased, watching you stick out your tongue at the bitter taste of the wipe.

You made your way to the sink, washing your face with cold water. Peter stood silently behind you, studying you through the mirror. Or you assumed so, not daring to meet his brown gaze.

“Sooooooo… you want to talk about it now?” He finally questioned as you dried your face off on a soft towel.

“About the party?” You questioned, hanging up the towel, “Or… about what you said? Earlier,”

Peter’s head fell, studying his fingers that intertwined, absentmindedly, “W-Whatever… whichever you want to first,”

Walking out of the small bathroom, you placed a finger on its light switch. You stared at Peter, waiting for him to follow you, “Yeah… whichever,” However, Peter did not budge, “That party…” You started, “that paaarty was… the worst night of my life,” You laughed before switching off the light. Walking over to your bed, you fell back onto it. However, you regretted it, feeling the alcohol move around in your stomach as your head spun, “...fuck. I’m so fucking stupid,”

“You’re not,” Peter interrupted.

Raising your head, you stared at him for a moment before your gaze returned to the ceiling, “I knew he was talking to someone else. I mean, I suspected it. Turning the phone away when I was too close. Locking it as soon as I entered the room. The lying… I could tell by the mannerisms, by his facial tics,” You groaned, “But you know… ‘he was different’... I was just into him because he barely gave me the time of day unless we were fucking,”

Those words clicked in Peter’s head.

You were fucking that guy.

“The one time I mentioned him to Tony and he read him like a book and I just… God, I just didn’t want Tony to be right,” You somewhat laughed, “Because I hate it when he’s right,”

“You deserve so much better than that guy,” Peter spoke.

“What? I should be glad he fucking cheated on me? Glad that I showed up to the party, only to find him grinding on her ass and she was wearing the same fucking thing I was wearing?”

“Y/N,”

“What?” You heard the pity in his voice, “I don’t need you to feel bad for me-”

“I’m not- I just can’t believe anyone would do that to you. It pisses me off because if I ever had a chance with you I would never take advantage of it,” Peter admitted, “You’re way out of my league- and I bet you were for him too- and god if I ever fucked up like him I think I’d be the biggest idiot,” You stared back at him, a small smile sat on your lips, “...What?”

“You… actually do like me?” You questioned.

“Well… yeah,” Peter replied, red-faced, “I’m- I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out yet. I feel like I’m so obvious. Literally everyone here knows it,”

“I had no clue,” You almost laughed.

“Really?”

You both felt the mood shift, as Peter sat at the end of your bed, “Yeah… I don’t know. We hardly talked and when we do you always end up leaving… you know,” You rambled, staring at the ceiling, “I always thought I scared you or something, you know, because I just… don’t know how to talk to people really. Everyone I meet always goes off to tell someone they think I’m stuck up- Or if I don’t talk I’m a bitch,”

“I like hearing you talk,” Peter spoke, absentmindedly. Your eyes fell on him as he looked down at you, “You- You’re… interesting and really cool,”

“Y-Yeah?” You laughed somewhat at his awkwardness, “Well… thanks. You too- I mean, you’re cool…too,”

“I-I’m… not cool, like at all,” Peter looked surprised, “I’m super awkward and I like the dumbest stuff,”

“It's not dumb,” You picked up your head, “You’ll convince me to finish Star Wars one day,” You watched a grin curl his lips, “Really. I like it when you talk about stuff you like. I really like it,” You watched Peter’s hand move towards your face. His fingers brushed back some hair that sat out of place, “...My ex- Well he was always too cool to like anything. You know- one of those guys. He was too cool for everything…”

“How about we don’t talk about him anymore” Peter spoke. He stared at you, wanting to touch you. So he tested the water, running his fingers through your hair.

“Mhm,” You hummed in response, eyes closing with each pet of your head. Your eyes felt heavy as your body reminded you that it was probably around four in the morning.

“Do you want me to leave?” Peter questioned, catching a glimpse of your closing eyes, “so you can sleep,”

“No,” You admitted, “I want you to stay and keep touching my hair,” You heard Peter laugh from above you.

“Fine, but I need you to get on the bed more,” He stood up, waiting for you to position yourself on the bed from where you happened to just flop over.

You slowly got adjusted under the covers as you watched Peter walk towards your bathroom, “Is it okay if I use your bathroom?”

“Mhm,” You hummed again as you waited for him to return. You heard the light switch off as you felt your heart begin to beat faster at the idea of Peter sharing a bed with you, “You don’t mind staying, right? Is it weird?”

“No… I mean- do you think it’s weird?” He questioned, standing at the side of your bed.

“No,”

“Yeah… it’s fine then,” Peter almost held his breath as he entered your covers. He could hear your heart racing next to him, however it was almost overpowered with the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.

Peter laid on his back as he felt you shifting by his side. He did not dare look your way, eyes fixated on the ceiling of your room as his eyes adjusted to the dark room.

“Goodnight,” You whispered from your spot next to him, feeling Peter’s body jump slightly from your quiet voice breaking the heavy silence, “sorry,”

“N-Night,” Peter replied, hearing you laugh to yourself from behind the sheets.

***

You stirred, as light from the room’s large windows broke your slumber. Your head was pounding as you tried to recall last night. That is when you remembered that the arm that was wrapped around you was Peter’s and not your ex’s.

Peter’s arm laid across your hip as you laid on your side, eyes staring at the wall, attempting to process what exactly unfolded last night.

You were not drunk. You remember every moment, but every moment felt like a dream.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Peter’s sleeping face.

Your gaze traveled across his soft skin, eyes bouncing from freckle to freckle. His lashes fluttered, looking as if he was still experiencing a dream.

Reaching out, you rested your hand on his side. You felt Peter pull you closer to him while he slept, “P-Pete,” You whispered, afraid of your morning breath.

“mmm,” Peter groaned as you shook him slightly, by his waist. You watched as he eventually stirred awake, “H..hey,” He spoke quietly, eyes barely open, “How’d you sleep?”

“Not as good as you,” You joked, as his hold on you tightened. Peter still drifted in and out of his sleeping state, “Since… you know. You’re all cuddled up next to me,”

“Hm?” He questioned, eyes finally opening, “Oh- Sorry,”

“It’s- It’s fine,” Your hand took hold of his shirt before he could attempt to move away from you. You stared at his face, his brown gaze refusing to meet your eyes. Every thought that bounced around your head told you to kiss him, hell, every cell in your body was inching towards him; grasp on the fabric pulling your bodies closer.

For a moment your gaze fell to his lips before your lashes fluttered shut, lips pressing against Peter’s for a forceful kiss.

Taken aback, Peter’s eyes widened before they squeezed shut as he attempted to hold back the lust that began to flood through him, “Hey- he- hmm,” Peter hummed against your lips as your kiss smothered any word that attempted to leave. He kissed you back, hands traveling underneath the hem of your shirt’s large fabric.

His sweaty palms traced your curves, studying you even behind closed eyes. Peter felt himself begin to be swept away, worried he would not be able to resurface. Pushing you away by your hip, he attempted to pull out from your hungry kiss, “Hey… Y/N,” Peter watched as your mood shifted almost instantly, looking as if your heart had shattered all over again from the night before, “No- no, it’s just- Y/N I won’t be able to stop,” Peter attempted to explain, “Y/N, I want you… I think about it more than I’d like to admit and it always ends up with me not being able to help myself…”

“I want you… Peter,” You thought for a moment, “I need you,”

“I don’t want to hurt you like he did… or worse,” Peter thought about his strength.

“You won’t. I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” You sat up, watching Peter roll onto his back. Picking up a leg, you swung it over his own, straddling his waist. You were never this forward, but you were always this desperate.

You always had feelings for Peter, you just never thought someone like him would reciprocate.

With that thought, you felt Peter’s hands grasp the plush skin of your thighs, “You- You’re sure?”

“Please,” You breathed out before Peter flipped you on the bed, pushing your face into one of the bed’s plush pillows. You felt as he hiked up the fabric of your shirt, exposing your panties to him. His dominant palm rubbed circles on the side of your ass before you heard him take a deep breath.

This time, it was time for you to take in a breath as Peter began to pull the fabric of your panties down.

You would be lying if you said you were not self continuous about Peter seeing your body for the first time in such an intimate way. The entirety of your last relationship had you on edge, hoping you were good enough.

Suddenly, the bunching fabric halted, making your breath stop as well, “Relax,” You heard Peter speak. Bending over your back, Peter planted a kiss on your ear, making you shutter.

“I- I just… he really messed me up I think,” You laughed to yourself, “so. So I don’t think you could ever hurt me more than him,” As the claim left your lips, Peter flipped you back onto your back, “Pete-” You heard the tearing of fabric as Peter, literally, ripped your panties off your legs.

He shifted down on your bed, ignoring your claims to the torn fabric. Peter’s heart was beating out of his chest as he grew closer to what was hidden behind the silky fabric. Placing his hands on your knees, he spread your locked legs, “Hey,” He watched as you locked eyes with him and that is when he felt a switch flip in him, “I don’t want to hear you talk about him anymore,” Your wide eyes stared back at him, “Okay?”

You nodded.

“I want to hear you say it,”

“Okay…” You mustered the courage.

“Okay? Okay what?” Peter’s fingers trailed along your skin. Closer and closer to your wet folds. His touch circled you almost teasingly.

“I won’t talk about him anymore,” You answered.

“Good,” Peter almost smiled, but there was a newfound cockiness behind his words. His thumb brushed against your clit, “Why shouldn’t you?”

“What?” You almost whimpered, wanting the teasing to end.

“Why shouldn’t you talk about him anymore?”

“I… I don’t know,” You spoke with frustration. However, Peter’s gaze made you think about giving a better answer, “Because… because I deserve better?”

“Is that a question?”

“No…” You whined as Peter gently thumbed your clit, however it was not enough, “Peter please,”

“Fine,” Peter smiled at your desperation. Lowering himself, he placed your legs over his shoulders. He took in the sight before him, fingers running through your wet folds, “You’re so wet... You like it when I tease you or something?”

“...No- it makes me mad,” You spoke, unfiltered, not wanting to focus on the fact that Peter was seeing your flaws so up close.

“I don’t know, I think you like it,” He spoke, inserting his index finger into you, watching you wither in front of him, “So pretty,” Peter spoke under his breath. He listened as you attempted to hold back a few quiet moans, “You sound so pretty… wanna hear you,” Curling his fingers, he hit you at a different angle, making your eyes roll, head rolling back into your pillow, “Yeah?” He almost laughed, “Right there?”

You nodded, knowing if you parted your lips, you would not be able to shut up. However, Peter had other plans, his fingers moving in and out of you even faster. “FFffuckk,” You moaned, eyes screwed shut, “Pete-” His name was cut short, interrupted by a louder moan as Peter’s lips found your clit. He gave it a wet kiss before his tongue explored you.

Your ex never did this, and if he ever did, the foreplay lasted only long enough to make sure you were wet for him. Mentally, you kicked yourself, finding your brain occupied by your ex even though Peter just told you to not talk about him, “Are you thinking about him?” You heard Peter ask like clockwork.

“W-What?” You stuttered, opening your eyes. Looking down, you meet Peter’s dominant gaze.

“You stopped moaning,” Peter spoke, “Your eyebrows are all… furrowed- and not in a sexy way,” He added an extra finger into you, hearing you moan at the action, “I can stop- If you’re not over him I’d rather stop than you think about him the whole time,”

“No- No… Sorry,” You breathed out, “I- I know you told me not to talk about him but- I… I was just thinking about how he never… he never did this,” You rambled as Peter’s fingers still pumped in and out of you slowly, “fffuck- and- and I just-”

“Guess I’ll have to make up for lost time,” Peter somewhat joked before his lips returned to your clit. He placed a wet kiss between your legs before he continued to pleasure you.

“Please,” You breathed out, almost relieved. You were relieved that you no longer had to beg for anything you deserved, because Peter was ready to give it to you instantly.

A shaking moan passed through your lips as Peter inserted a finger into you. He was slow at first, taking in your small, breathless moans; however he found his hunger for you growing.

He continued to work you with his mouth and finger, before inserting another digit. Pulling away from your heated skin, Peter spoke, “I wanna hear you say my name,” He breathed out.

“W-What?” You stuttered through your waves of pleasure.

“Wanna hear you say my name,” Peter repeated, “And I never want to hear you say his again,”

“Mm,” You groaned at his dominance.

“What was that?” Peter questioned, slowing his fingers that pumped in and out of you. It pained him to do so, he wanted to please you desperately, but he also wanted to prove his point.

“Yes,” You breathed out, “...please,”

“Please?” Peter questioned.

“Pleaseee,” You drew out, mustering the courage to speak his name in such an intimate setting, “Peter,”

“Good,” Peter’s lips curled into a subtle, cocky smile. His fingers found their previous pace before pumping even faster.

“Ff-fuck,” You moaned. You heard Peter hum in response, as if he was questioning you, “Peter,” You repeated his name. With that his smiling lips return to your clit, his tongue only increasing your pleasure, “I- I’m so close,”

“Need you to cum for me,” Peter spoke quickly before returning between your legs. He found a rhythm that made you a stuttering mess, and stuck with it.

“I’m- I’m going to cum,” You moaned, hand falling between your legs. Your fingers tangled in his soft, brown locks. Your hips jutted, meeting his tongue halfway with each thrust. You felt as if you were losing your mind, not sure when the last time you experienced this much pleasure was, “Fuck Peter- I’m-” Your words fell short as you came. Your eyes screwed shut as Peter continued to taste you. Waves of pleasure jutted through you, making your body twitch with each stroke from Peter’s tongue, “f-f fuck- too… too much,” You breathed out, hands trying to push Peter’s face away from you.

“Sorry,” Peter spoke, crawling up your body. He fell to his side, laying next to you on the bed, “How was that?” He watched your chest rise and fall as you attempted to catch your breath.

Small laughter fell from your parted lips as you realized just how long it was taking you to recover from the pleasure, “I… I haven’t felt like that in… well, in a long time,”

“And that’s a good thing? It was good?” Peter questioned, hoping that his attempt would make you forget all about your ex.

“No- Yeah,” You breathed, “I haven’t cum that hard in awhile,” You added, “Just… just give me a minute and we can keep going,”

“Keep going?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah. I mean, you’re probably really hard,” You spoke, “or… I hope you are,”

“Yeah,” Peter laughed, “I am. But we can stop,”

“Why?” Your head turned towards him from where you stared at the ceiling, “Do you not want me anymore?”

“What? No- I mean. I want you,” Peter spoke, “I really want you- but I. I want to take things slow… with you,” He studied your worried expression, “If that’s okay,”

“Oh… yeah,” You nodded, “I just. I thought you’d want me to return the favor,”

“Another time,” Peter spoke, “I’ll be waiting- but no rush,” He watched you laugh to yourself.

Peter was the kindest person you have met in a long time and it made you wonder why you even settled for anyone else.

“Fine,” You agreed, “but I thought you ‘wouldn’t be able to stop yourself’,” You almost teased, watching Peter roll onto his back next to you.

“Yeah, yeah,” He laughed.

“Yeah… so forgive me if I thought something was wrong,” You spoke sarcastically.

“I just- I didn’t want to do whatever he did,” Peter spoke, “Because I like you and I don’t just want to fuck you,” Peter spoke, “I just want you to understand that. And I want you to have time to get over him,”

“Thanks,” You spoke quietly, “...You wanna go make breakfast?”

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agaypanic · 7 months ago

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I saw that you are writing about Roderick Heffley.

Can I make a request about Rodrick Heffley/reader (punk grunge girl)?

The reader has been friends with Rodrick for a year, she has her own band and she often hangs out with Rodrick.The reader writes songs for the band and when I realized that I fell in love with Rodrick, I wrote an entire album in his honor.(but since the reader replaced male pronouns with female pronouns in the songs, Rodrik did not understand about falling in love.)

You can make an awkward but sweet confession at the end.(like Roderick only got it when his friend told him directly about it, or when the reader was leaving town...)

I apologize if this is too specific and detailed. And I also ask you to forgive me if something is unclear, English is not my native language.

My Muse (Rodrick Heffley X Songwriter!Reader)

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Summary: Inspiration for new songs strike you when you realize you’ve fallen in love with your friend Rodrick Heffley. But when you get the guts to play him a song as a way of confessing and he doesn’t understand, you figure it’s a lost cause.

A/N: reader is more of a pop-punk artist, and she wrote the only exception by paramore bc i said so. Idk much about instruments/terminology and also writing a character singing feels so awkward to me so sorry if it’s bad. Reader’s band is named after the one in metal lords (such a good movie ugh)

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You and Rodrick had been friends for years, bonding over a shared love of music. As the two of you got older, you ventured into this interest by forming your own bands. Rodrick’s band, Löded Diper, was more rock, while yours, SkullFlower, followed more of a pop-punk genre. But that didn’t stop you and Rodrick from jamming and writing together during your free time.

With all the time you spend with Rodrick, you soon realized that your feelings for him grew beyond platonic, as cliche as it sounded. You obviously didn’t want to say anything and risk ruining what you had with him.

But you couldn’t help but have hope that Rodrick returned your feelings. No matter how many crushes he had, how distracted he became with his band’s latest business venture, or how often he got grounded to the point of not being allowed to leave the house for anything besides school, he always found his way to you. Sure, your heart ached a bit to see him so hung up over a girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day. But it was always made better when he’d sneak through your window just to sit with you when he should’ve been at home.

You didn’t want to bottle up your feelings forever, so you decided to write it all down in the form of lyrics. What started as a verse and half of a chorus soon became a complete song. And then one song turned into a handful. When you showed your bandmates, they immediately wanted to get to work on the instrumentals.

After a few long rehearsals and some convincing from the rest of the band, you decided to let Rodrick hear what you had been working on—half for his opinion and half as a love confession to your best friend.

“So…” As you walked to class with Rodrick, you kept having to tell yourself not to feel so anxious. Just think of it as just another band practice, and not you telling your best friend that you’re in love with him. “SkullFlower’s having a little rehearsal tonight. I think we’ve gotten a new song down pretty good. Did you wanna come?”

“Hell yeah!” Rodrick responded, seeming more pumped up than before you had asked. “What time were you thinking?”

“Probably around five. It’ll be at Steph’s place, since she has the best set up.”

The two of you stopped in front of your class, standing a bit to the side of the door to not block anyone’s path.

“I’ll be there,” Rodrick said with a grin, patting your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “See you then.” Then he turned around and left to go to his own class, leaving you to walk in alone. As you sat down in your seat, the only thing on your mind was how you hoped everything would go right tonight.

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It was a pretty common occurrence for you and Rodrick to be at each other’s band rehearsals. So, none of your friends were surprised to see him pull up in his somewhat busted van while you tuned instruments and set up equipment. He jogged up the driveway with a grin and two slushies, one for him and one for you. Another common thing between you two was showing up with some kind of sweet treat just for the two of you.

“Hey guys!” Rodrick greeted everyone in Steph’s garage before handing you a large slushie cup filled with your favorite flavors. “Hey, rockstar.”

“Hi, Roddy.” You said, blushing at the little nickname before sipping your drink. You averted your gaze to somewhere else in the room, so you missed the slight pink on Rodrick’s cheeks from the nickname only you were allowed to use.

After a few minutes of mingling, you and the band got ready to play while Rodrick settled in a lawn chair. He sat directly in front of you, so you felt you had no choice but to look at him while fiddling with the microphone stand.

“This one took, like, a day to write,” you warned, taking a final sip of your slushie before setting it on the floor next to you. “It’s a little softer than the stuff we usually play, but I think it’s pretty good. But I wrote it, so I’m a bit biased.”

“Everything you write is good, Y/n.” Rodrick tipped his slushie cup towards you. “Lemme hear it.”

You nodded and turned to Hailey. She started strumming on her guitar as Steph accompanied her on the keyboard. You swayed along to the music with closed eyes, internally counting down to your cue.

Rodrick had probably heard you sing a million times, you’d probably sung more around him than you did alone. But your nerves made it feel like you were performing in front of a sold-out stadium for the first time, instead of in your friend’s practically empty garage.

“I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.” You plucked up the courage to finally look at Rodrick, who was already watching you with a smile so small you almost couldn’t see it. “But darling, you are the only exception.”

You didn’t know if it was the fear of knowing you were confessing your feelings to Rodrick or the bravery from opening your eyes and looking at him in the first place. But for the rest of the song, you and Rodrick maintained eye contact, making it feel like you were the only ones in the room. You wondered if he knew that the words were written just for him.

As Hailey played the final chord of the song, letting it ring out, you gripped the microphone a bit nervously. At first, you thought the hard part was finally over. But then you remembered that Rodrick’s reaction was to follow.

“So… what’d you think?” Everyone eagerly awaited Rodrick’s response. Your friends knew about how deep your feelings went for him. And although they’d sometimes make fun of you for it, they were truly rooting for the two of you.

“That was awesome!” Rodrick said, throwing his arms out wide to emphasize his statement. You grinned, bouncing slightly on the balls of your feet in excitement. “Whoever you wrote that for is lucky, dude.”

And in an instant, all that excitement and hope diminished.

“Oh.” You let out a small sigh before clearing your throat. “Oh, yeah, they are. They are lucky.” You could practically feel the pitiful stares of your bandmates. That, accompanied by Rodrick’s now slightly perplexed expression, made you feel uneasy. “Um, I’ll be right back.”

You were out in a flash, running into the house and to the bathroom to hide. Your band watched you disappear before looking back at Rodrick, whose eyes were stuck on the door you had gone through.

“Wow.” Dylan was the first to speak, looking at Rodrick with a raised brow and crossed arms. “I know you’re kinda dumb, Heffley, but this might be a new low.”

“Excuse me?” Rodrick quickly rose from his seat, looking at Dylan, offended and confused.

“Oh, come on, Rodrick. Don’t play stupid.” Hailey said as she set down her guitar. “Who do you think Y/n wrote that song about?”

Rodrick thought about the question for a moment, wracking his brain for an answer but coming up with nothing. He shrugged, hoping that one of your friends would just tell him outright what was going on.

“I’ll give you a hint,” Dylan said. “She only invited one person to this band practice, and she only wanted to play that specific song.”

The look on Rodrick’s face was starting to make your friends wonder if you were better off without him knowing about your feelings. But suddenly, he gasped in realization, looking at each of your friends for confirmation of what he was thinking. When they all nodded, relieved that he was finally starting to understand, he grabbed your slushie from the floor, muttering something about being back in a minute.

In the bathroom, you were trying not to have a total freak out. You wondered how you could play this off. Although Rodrick wasn’t the brightest, he could be observant and stubborn when he wanted to be. He’d probably ask what was wrong, and if you could convince him that everything was fine, he would probably start asking who you wrote that love song about.

After splashing some water on your face to calm yourself down, you opened the door, only to see Rodrick standing on the other side.

“Jesus!” You jumped in surprise.

“Sorry.” Rodrick laughed nervously. “You, um, you forgot your slushie.”

“Oh, thanks.”

You fell into an awkward silence, standing in the threshold of your friend’s bathroom and slurping down your drink so you wouldn’t have to speak. Eventually, both of you were out of slushies.

“Was that song about me?” Rodrick blurted out, tilting his head in curiosity. You blinked, not expecting that to be the question he would ask. It seemed like he already knew it was.

“That depends,” you said, toying with your straw as you looked down at the ground to avoid eye contact. “Would you still like it if it was?”

Your attention was pulled from your shoes by a hand lifting your head, forcing you to look up at Rodrick. He leaned in to kiss you, just for a quick second, as if he was scared of you freaking out. But you were left in a daze as he pulled back.

“I’d like it a lot more if it was.”

Overwhelmed by what had just happened, you flung your arms around Rodrick and kissed him again. He stumbled back a step but caught you by the waist, kissing back eagerly. The world around you seemed to disappear.

“Ahem.” Slowly and reluctantly, you and Rodrick pulled away from each other to see Steph looking at you amused, Hailey and Dylan standing behind her. “Mom made us all a snack, unless you guys are too busy sucking face.”

“Oh, shut up, Steph.” You said with an embarrassed laugh. Your friends headed to the kitchen, but you and Rodrick slowly trailed behind to sneak a few more kisses to each other.

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strawbubbysugar · 1 year ago

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HI I HAVE A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS 🙋

1. What would Monty's reaction be to Stink? Y'know, once the big guy is fixed and not acting like a sewer rat. Will he help take care of him?

2. Are we going to get a oneshot of Morgan and Monty interacting in any way? Maybe Morgan seeing Monty be slowly repaired with every visit and even helping when they can, or after he's fixed and they go home together where they talk things out and have a heart-to-heart conversation? I like to imagine ""The Big Talk"" happens on the way back home in Morgan's dinked up truck after a few minutes or even hours of painfully awkward silence and a bit of strained small talk, but seeing Monty's reaction to Morgan's home and us even getting to know what it looks like would be nice, too! I think seeing the home or living evironment of a character helps me understand them better, plus it's just interesting.

3. A bit of a continuation of my previous question- what does Monty think about Y/ngineer not being his soulmate? Will he ever find out what Morgan did to Y/ngineer? If so, how will he react to it? I can't remember if he even knows they're soulmates with Sun/Moon/Eclipse, so how will he feel if he saw them being affectionate, whether he knows or not? Is he over Y/ngineer and ready to move on with Morgan? On the other hand, what does Morgan think of Monty being their soulmate, Monty in general, and about having an animatronic for a soulmate? I can't remember if this was ever discussed, I apologize if so.

4. Will we get an update on how both Roxy and Chica are doing on the farm that's set a couple of months or so in the future, after everyone is repaired and the dust has settled? Will we get a little fluffy look into their daily life, relationship and how they both react to farm work? Or rather some hurt/comfort when the sky is depressingly dark, the house is dead quiet and the memories and phantom pains won't stop? I miss my girls. 😢

5. Could you share some thoughts you have for a potential oneshot with Cassie and Roxy? Maybe a bit of hurt/comfort with Cassie visiting and comforting Roxy after, y'know, everything, or seeing her when she'll all fixed up? Will Cassie get to meet Chica? (I'm assuming Cassie has a mother that's still around so would that make Chica her 3rd mother? 🤔)

6. How is Maddie? I think we had brief mentions of her near the end but I hope she's doing well and spending enough time with her dads! Juggling repairing 5 animatronics, taking care of a baby, and planning for the future must be overwhelming for Matt, even with Y/ngineer, Eclipse and his parents there to help him. :( Will we see Y/ngineer or/and Eclipse play with little Maddie? That would be so so cute! I suspect the boys didn't see a lot of infants in the daycare. 🥺 Speaking of... how did Maddie react to the long trip to Twin Falls? She's is an angel but I assume she didn't take the move too well.

SORRY FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER ANY OF THEM IF YOU DON'T WANT TO OR IF YOU'VE ALREADY ANSWERED THEM BEFORE. Love you (platonically) have a good day okaybye. 🙇

AAH I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS TY THIS IS LIKE A PRESENT TO ME!!!!

I honestly think he'd be scared of him at first. like not over the top screeching but he'd refuse to hold him, and he'd freeze when hes put on him. eventually hed have a begrudging respect for stink bc stink likes to bite

Oooh that really puts me in the mood to write about them! Maybe Ill do a oneshot tonight for morgan & monty :)

He isnt stoked about the fact that they arent soulmates, he was starting to feel pretty sure that they were. but he isnt distraught over it - its more of a workplace crush than a real true "i need you" crush. He'd be pissed that morgan did what they did to them, but at the same time, hes done some pretty bad shit to people he cares about too - its another thing they can relate about. he sees morgan trying to be a better person and respects that. If monty were a human man he would 100% be morgan's type down to a t. however, they arent the monster fucker robot lover the y/ngineer is, so it takes more time for them to get used to the idea of a giant crocodile machine being their soulmate. it gets easier they longer theyre together, and the more they get to know each other!

I might write a oneshot for it possibly, along with cassie coming for a visit!! :) it'd be touched upon in the sequel if I ever write it!

tbh I have less ideas for these guys than I do other characters (mostly bc roxy is a mother NO DRAMA and no drama means less story hddsf) but I could see myself writing a oneshot where cassie comes and sleeps over with her dad's permission!

Maddie is doing wonderfully! She's a little angel and her grandparents are watching her while Matt and the gang make the move to the new home! Matt will drive back and pick her up once theyre settled in, so it isnt too much for her. Once shes there and all settled in, Eclipse ends up watching her most of the time while matt and y/ngineer run the shop. After someone sees him doing so well with their kids at the playground while babysitting maddie, they ask him if he runs a daycare, and he decides that YES, he does! Which is how Clear Skies Daycare starts! :)

#ask #so(u)l spoilers #so(u)l lore #THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME INFODUMP ILY!!!

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perculiar · 1 year ago

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So much has happened in the past 24 hours that I can’t process it.

I might ring some helplines if I’m home alone tonight.

Had consensual sex with an old friend I’ve always felt very safe with but conditioning means I did shit that I know I didn’t want to in the moment (blow him lol) but didn’t know how to opt out without feeling like I was body shaming. I still need to work on saying I’m not up for it. I did say what I definitely didn’t want though and put an end to it when I knew for sure I wanted to stop and said I was panicking and need to stop (which he respected ofc) so that’s a personal win for me. Also need to let him know that he probably needs to see a doctor about his foreskin being so tight which idk how to navigate.

I find boundaries so much easier in kink situations with safe words etc. Vanilla sex is the issue bc I can’t get out of my own head.

- Had a conversation with my mum (and nana) about my concern for them re my brother and abusive tendencies & how my mum is more likely to allow that shit with her trauma history. Good talk. Will leave it to trickle down for her (hopefully)

- saw my niblings for Williams 12th birthday: gave him a big long hug & watched his wheelie vids on his new mountain bike; introduced headphones as a way to drown out family nonsense with Lilly; played PS4 and had a good chat with Jacob

- Got snuck out of my sisters house bc Micky showed up unannounced and my mum came to tell me. He knew I was there and that I left without saying hi. But I cannot face the man who domestically abused my mum, neglected me, and committed covert incest against me (likely bc of opportunity). Which doesn’t account for the fear and general violence of growing up with him as my “dad”. I think when my mum came in to tell me all I could do was hold my head in my hands and try not have a panic attack lol. My oldest nephew asked why I didn’t want to see him and I said I’ll tell him another time when it’s just us (bc my 9 yo niece was there listening).

- The dog really helps keep me grounded and calm. I need a dog. Love that dog.

On train back to Manchester now. Deeply thankful I don’t exist in that environment in the day to day.

Need to get home and have a joint. Thankfully anxiety meds are kicking in now.

#personal #incest cw #abuse cw #pls like if read

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years ago

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"#no but seriously WHERE are all the BC in a shared flat in los angeles fics?? WHERE#i could come up with a plethora of plot ideas at command if that's what it takes!!"

can I have a plot idea? maybe the added pressure of "someone gave this to me" will make me actually write something for once ☠

Apart from all the Olli/Allu headcanons, here's a few I just came up with off the top of my head, with various ships:

Jetlagged Joel wandering to the kitchen in the middle of the night to find a snack, but instead he finds Niko (also jetlagged) and they end up having an emotional talk, reflecting on the past two years: everything that's changed in all of their lives, how far they've come as a band and how far they're still gonna go 🥺 The others find the two of them in the morning, having fallen asleep on the couch in each others arms 💕

The BC Cali house doesn't have a pool (they really wanted a pool, but then Tommi took a look at the BC bank account and told them they don't need one). However, upon arriving at their rented house for the first time, they immediately notice their next door neighbour has one 👀 Being antisocial Finns, none of them don't need to go for a swim that much that they would go and knock on the pool neighbour's door and politely invite themselves for a brisk dip (since they have come all the way from the far north where there's eternal winter and all the bodies of water are frozen at all times, and besides it would be far too dangerous with all the polar bears and killer seals), but then, on one of their morning walks around the block, they ran into their neigbour across the street (they stop to pet her dog), and they're told that the pool neighbour is on a vacation abroad and won't be coming home until after Christmas. 4/5 of them think nothing of it, but Aleksi's menacing brain is immediately intrigued 😏 later that day, when everyone else has already retreated to their bedrooms, Aleksi knocks on Joonas' door and asks him if he wants to do something crazy 🤭 and of course Joonas does, especially if it includes nudity 😌 up to you to decide how the story continues!💦

And let us not forget the classic: from the pictures they saw of the house, there was definitely supposed to be 5 beds. Joel had looked at the pictures many times, and clearly there were TWO rooms, one with three single beds (although one of them seems to be dwarf-sized), and another with a wider bed that Joel was SURE was just two single beds pushed together. Porko is happy to share (because of course he is), but Joel is determined to sleep in the living room, on the scruffy leather sofa that is very obviously way too small for him. After a few nights of stubbornly trying to make himself comfortable on the tiny (and sort of smelly) sofa, Joel finally gives in and joins Joonas and Mr. Pork (the pig plushie) in the master bedroom. Maybe waking up to Joonas playing with Joel's hair is not the worst fate after all...

Next I'm asking you to humour me a little and imagine they could afford a place with seperate bedrooms for everyone. And because Olli/Allu is the cutest ship that ever was, let's imagine them claiming bedrooms next to each other. And then imagine them just staying up in the other's bedroom talking about important stuff (the new songs, the cute dog they saw earlier when they went grocery shopping). And neither of them wanting the other to go to their own bedroom, but they're both too shy and insecure to suggest they share the bed, just for tonight. Olli loitering at the doorframe until he can't come up with anything new to say, and finally dragging himself to his bedroom, mentally kicking himself for being such a coward (Aleksi does the same after Olli has closen the door). Olli being about to turn off the bedside light when he hears a faint knock on the wall by his bed (the wall he shares with Allu). I'd ask you to imagine them coming up with a secret knocking code to communicate with each night after saying goodnight, but that would be way too cute and sappy, wouldn't it? 🥺 Not to mention Olli trying to figure out how to spell "I love you" with the knocking code 💕

To jump into a completely different kind of vibe with no transition whatsover: the house is great alright, but it appears the lock on the bathroom door is not working 🤔 This, however, they don't notice, until Olli - still half asleep - is about to go take a leak the first thing in the morning, and ends up walking in on Joel having is morning wank shower 😳 It's all kinda awkward for a moment, and Joel's climax enjoying-the-nice-hot-shower face (you know the one) is now imprinted on Olli's brain and he doesn't know what to do about it 😩 (somehow, walking in on people in the bathroom becomes his "things" during their stay (perhaps because he keeps forgetting about the malfunctioning lock after every nights' sleep); one morning he runs into Joonas blowing Niko under the shower 😐 another morning he catches a glimpse of that juicy Kaunisvesi peach 🍑👀 he's not a perv though, it just keeps happening! 😬)

#blind channel rpf #more? 😌#i'm also happy to discuss any of these further. just hmu 💖#or if you're not inspired yet just give me a ship and a trope or something and i'll see what i can do!#coming up with fic ideas is honestly my favourite pastime 🥰#my own brain is still recovering from the past few weeks i've had (more like months more like years)#but i hope i'll soon be able to get back to writing myself ✨

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acedomkarl · 1 year ago

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knucklehead asked: dt3am getting tense bc they’d originally planned to meet w k4rl in paris but now he can’t make it. it’s been too long since he’s been w them, and they’re already running out of the brain power it takes to keep their dynamics running in a functional way. kinda like your last lifestyle bdsm fic, grg is struggling to maintain his dynamic w dn because it’s more difficult to get direction from k4rl, he’s not been able to bottom for a while since k4rl hasn’t been there. drm hasn’t been getting his spanks and doing his chores isn’t as effective since k4rl isn’t there to implement it and grg doesn’t really get it so he doesn’t care enough to follow up on if he’s done it. s4p is struggling w/o his emotional support, it’s not the same going to d/nf for his cuddles etc, grg plays around too much with pretending he hates it so he gets too far in his own head and decides to leave him alone as soon as grg starts trying to push him off, drm is always tense with wanting to keep working and missing k4rl so even when they cuddle he feels like drm would rather be doing smth else. and the sex is just as off balance. k4rl announcing he isn’t going to be in paris is like a tipping point. grg feels like he’s losing his grip as a dom and can’t bring himself to do punishments and stay in charge so he becomes more and more agitated. he keeps doing things hoping that dn will report back to k4rl so that he can be punished, even though it’d have to be over the phone, at least it’s something, so he teases the other two more, starting snippy little arguments in public w s4p knowing the other can’t do anything about it, and gets touchier with drm whenever he’s busy and can’t follow up on what he’s starting. drm gets snappy because his brain feels like it’s all over the place and the other two struggling with their own problems keeps adding to the constant static in his head. everything’s confusing, he’s on the move all day with the convention and doesn’t get a minute to calm down, and when he does his boyfriends are making it difficult to relax and now he’s lashing out. s4p is withdrawing gradually, he’s not getting comfort as often, especially not the way k4rl does it so he eventually stops chasing it and sticks to keeping himself busy with meeting fans and then once everythings done he goes to his room and doesnt leave until he has to. i had an idea for how k4rl would fix the issue with a late surprise visit to paris without telling his boyfriends he’s going, but i ran out of brain power for it and forgot what i’d originally thought but ive also already typed all that so have my usual not even half baked brainrot IDK WHAT THIS IS IGNORE IT IF YOU WANT ITS LITERALLY NOTHING LMAOO -🐙

no no no no no this is so good FUCK i have to go to work but if this was a fic id make them go to nc before back to florida and stay in k4rls house for a week or two while he works just being in his space waiting for him to come home and handle all of them and k4rl isnt really as strung out as he usually is because he got a kind of vacation from not going to paris so he's like. in a good headspace and is caught up on his obligations so first of all he gets dr34mn4p cuddled up in his bed and then takes g30rg3 into the living room and fucks his mouth with his fingers while he sits in his lap. g30rg3 just shuts his eyes and grips k4rls wrist holding the fingers in his mouth and tasting the silver of the rings and k4rl's skin and he just sits like that moving his tongue and nibbling for a while as k4rl mumbles in his ear that he did so well while they were apart and he's gonna fuck him really nice and hard tonight after he talks to s4pn4p and gives dr34m some spanks and g30rg3 is just bobbing his head totally gone from the second he saw k4rl. its like he saw his dom and his brain went 'safe' and turned off, so he gets care first. sorry if this is scattered i literally need to be out the door BUT I LOVE THIS SO FEEL FREE TO KEEP GOING AND ILL EITHER ANSWER LATER OR JUST SPAM WITH TY ANON

#retro #suggestive //

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thedruidofnc · 2 years ago

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the well road incident

So it was like 2:50 in the morning and Adam and I were bored cause we had already done a ton of crap and didn’t have a whole lot left to do. So we started texting anyone that would be up and down for some bullshit. So Isabel was up (Nate’s Ex lol) and we snuck her out (2nd child that I stole from their home). Anyway we hung around for a bit, and then Adam wanted to go to this pond near his house, so we found this road that backs up to it, and we went down it to try and see it, well Adam got out of the car and closed the door and Isabel said “drive away” so I did, like the good friend that I am. So I took off going like 70 down this road and when I hit 51 I turned around and went back to get him and be like “hah prankt”. But we didn’t see him at all, in fact we drove all the way down to the very end of the road (it’s a dead end) and didn’t see him, so we assumed that he was hiding in the woods. When we drove back we saw him walking in the middle of the road and I thought that was odd but whatever. Anyway he got in the car and we started talking and he asked how we were able to loop back around and get behind him, and we were like “we didn’t we left and came back” the same way up. So we defended ourselves and he was getting more and more scared. Apparently he was walking in the middle of the road the whole time and just all of the sudden saw our headlights behind him. He was freaking tf out, like frrr, I’ve never seen him so scared. I dropped him off at like 4:50 at his house and he had Isabel’s phone in his pocket so we called him and asked him to walk it up the road so we didn’t have to pull down and wake his parents, he refused to walk up that road alone because he was so scared and made Isabel walk up on his porch.

Oh also don’t tell anyone about this, the more I think about it, the more I think that it might be some kind of mental lapse that can stem from epilepsy (which he has a family history of). People might look at him weird and I don’t want that. Tbh I hope it was something demonic and not his mind. -Wesley

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Well Road Personal Account October 31, 2018

I'm writing this because I can't sleep and am mildy terrified. I know it's most likely my mind playing tricks on me but I think I just saw something move outside ofy bedroom window for the first time in years, and after the events of tonight, it wouldn't be surprising. It's Halloween, so naturally Me, Wesley, and our pal Denver decided to take Adam back to Well Road not once, but twice, against his will and better judgement. The first time we went and drove down, Wes and Adam dropped me and Denver off to walk a short stretch of the road alone. It wasn't completely dark yet but it was creepy as Hell. Unfortunately nothing actually happened. I think it was bc two people we're out there instead of just one. Fast forward a couple of hours and we're killing time so we decided to go back again. Adam wasn't excited, but I was. This time they left me alone to walk down the street for like 5 minutes. I saw nothing but I kept thinking I heard something walking behind me. I'm not gonna write off the fact that my imagination was running wild, but I still think something was following me. Every time I turned around I saw nothing. They came back to pick me up, and them we pulled over bc Adam needed to get out of the car for something. It took maybe 30 seconds before he ran back to the car beating on the window. At first we thought he was trying to scare us but he got in the car and yelled at Wesley to drive away. I've never heard anyone sound so scared before in my entire life. He was terrified. It took us 5 minutes to get him to tell us what happened. He had seen a man in a black T-shirt standing in the woods, not moving. In his rushed panic, Adam dropped his deaderant out of his pocket (why he had it with him to begin With is another mystery) so we turned around d and Wes said he'd get out of the car to get it. He did and when he got back in the car he confirmed that he heard something or someone walking in the woods. It could very well just ve a man but in light of other things that have happened on that road, I dont think it was. I don't know what it was but everyone was sufficiently freaked out.

#personal writing

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cyberthot666 · 4 months ago

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yeah so last night I worked a double so I could have my weekend off to spend with family & friends that are in town. I’ve been at this restaurant for a month now but I’ve only ever worked day shift. we close from 2-4 every day so there’s basically a different crew that comes in for the night shift, with a little overlap. so I was meeting some people I’d never met before. and there was this older guy on prep, prob 40s, named Kevin. he was perfectly nice at first. we exchanged introductions and that was the extent of my interactions with him. it was actually a pretty slow shift & since I had been there all day, my manager let me leave early. I told him I’d probably sit on the patio & have dinner with my boyfriend before going home & he said that’s fine. it’s honestly kind of a vibe there at night. they had little candles at all the tables and someone playing guitar in the dining room. we have really good food too, like prime rib & crab claws and I realllyyyyy wanted to try a slice of our house made key lime pie I’d been eyeing since I started. (It was life changing, best key lime pie I’ve ever tasted) so I clocked out, changed, and went and sat on the outside patio. there’s usually no one out there cause it’s so hot but it wasn’t so bad after dark. my bf lives like 10 minutes from my work. so while I was out there a couple of the guys from the line were walking back & forth to the walk in that’s out on the patio and we all ended up kinda chit chatting together, mostly about work related things. and then the other guys go back to WORK mind you, and Kevin just sits down at my table & smokes a cigarette. and I was like…. are you off or just on a cig break? and he said off & I was like cool me too… and then my bf pulled into the parking lot and I said “there he is!” and Kevin goes “who?” and I said “my bf” 😊 and this dude goes “boyfriend??? NEVERMIND then” and I said HUH. and he was like jk 🤗🤪 and I was like ok… still a weird thing to say when I just met you tonight and you’re like twice my age. he seemed a little drunk. then I was like “well have a good night!” and he said “you too!” and proceeded to sit at my table and continue smoking his cigarette and I was just like… wtf… then he finally started back to the door but he WAITED for my bf to come around the corner so he could like?? size him up or something?? and my bf is not a small dude, he can handle himself. so Kevin saw him and went SUP DUDE. and my bf was like… hey how’s it going. and it was just such a weird interaction. me & my bf were like…. ok. anyway we proceeded to eat dinner and chat about our days like normal and we chatted a little with the girl who took our table bc I’ve worked a good few shifts with her and she was chill. and thinking Kevin was gone we were like… wasn’t that so weird. then the mf comes out from around the CORNER in the dark, comes up to our table, and was like “you guys on a little date” and we just looked at him and I said “we’re eating dinner, yeah” and it was so so weird and he goes “sorry didn’t mean to intrude” and I said “ok, HAVE A GOOD NIGHT” like GET ON Kevin. you fucking weirdo. and then he finally left and we went home but like, what a BIZARRE way to act towards someone you JUST met and at WORK of all places.

had the WEIRDEST interaction with a coworker earlier, lemme tell y’all bout it lmfaooooo

#imagine going up to 2 grown ass adults and saying ‘you guys on a little day?’ LIKE #we’re dating and we’re trying to eat our dinner yes

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sheislethal · 2 years ago

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Hey, I just saw your post about sending some suggestions so here I'm.

Could you please write about Sevika having an s/o that has been acting like a brat just bc they aren't receiving "enough attention" but one day they pass the limit and have to be punished. (Can be nsfw or sfw depending on your mood, either is good)

Thanks, hope you have a nice day ✨

SEVIKA x Bratty s/o

WARNINGS: {MDNI} : Usage of ~feminine~ body parts (but relatively gn! pronouns), NSFW, oral sex, degradation, orgasm denial, mature themes, etc.

Notes: This is my first little drabble written by suggestion, so I hope it makes a good first impression. <3

“Testing my Patience”

Days spent in Zaun were never particularly quiet. I typically enjoyed the chaos this place ensured because, at the end of the day, I knew I would get to have all the peace I needed at my apartment with my girlfriend.

Except that hasn’t been the case for the past two weeks. Sevika’s schedule has been packed as hell. Yes, she has always been a relatively busy woman, but lately, Silco has been keeping her on her feet way longer than usual. She’ll work all day to the point where once she gets home, she’ll pass out on the couch.

She’s barely given me more than a minute of her attention a day, and that just won’t fly with me. Now, I’m fine with her being busy, but going two weeks without her attention has driven me to the brink of insanity.

I’ve been doing a whole lot of stupid shit just to get a glance from her. Yesterday, I had walked around the house in nothing but a bra and a pair of panties, to which Sevika didn’t even notice. She had gotten home, huffed out a simple hello, and fell asleep in our shared bedroom.

To say I was pissed was an understatement. I’ve even attempted to pick fights with her before she left for work, but she wouldn’t give in to my desperate attempts. I couldn’t understand how she did it, to be honest.

I furrowed my brows together in frustration as I sat on the couch. The slightly broken clock on the wall read 7:56, so I knew Sevika would be here any second.

I was ready to physically fight her at this point. My fingernails dug into the fabric of my pants once I heard the front door open. Sevika’s heavy footsteps echoed throughout the apartment as she walked into the living room.

My eyes narrowed once her tall frame entered my view. I opened my mouth to start shouting at her, but I closed it once I took in the sight in front of me. She seemed a bit more chipper today, a big change from her usual irritation and tiredness.

“I’m headed to the Last Drop. I figured you’d wanna tag along.” She told me. I eyed her up and down suspiciously before nodding. “You don’t have work tomorrow?”

“Nah. Silco’s getting Jinx to handle some business, so he didn’t need me,” I smirked at the underlining anger that laced her words. If there was one thing everyone knew about Sev, it was that she did not like Jinx, and she certainly didn’t like her doing jobs Sevika knew she could handle better than Jinx. I always found it funny that this six-foot-something woman despised a girl that wasn’t even half her height.

I followed my girlfriend out the door with a hidden smile. Finally, I could have her attention tonight. Would I have preferred to spend time with her at our apartment? Yes. Was I complaining? Absolutely not. At this point, I’d take all I could get.

The walk to the Last Drop was a quick one considering we lived quite close to it. The bouncers posted by the doors didn’t spare us a glance as they allowed Sevika to push through the doors.

The atmosphere was sweaty and the lingering smell of smoke and intoxication drifted through the air. I trailed behind Sevika as she made her way over to a table that was crowded with men playing card games. I wasn’t sure why Sevika loved to play cards so much, but I didn’t care to ask.

She sat down in her usual seat and her metal hand made its way around my waist, pulling me down into her lap. Just her touch alone sent a shiver down my spine.

She started a game with the guys and simply didn’t acknowledge me for the next ten minutes. This was bullshit. She had gotten my hopes up for what? A game of cards?

I scoffed under my breath and rolled my eyes. Sevika quirked a brow at my irritation, but her eyes never left the cards in front of her. I twisted my head around to survey the bar, and something- or rather someone caught my eye.

Sevika was stubborn and could hold out when I wore scandalous clothes or picked fights, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to stand this. Everyone knew Sevika was- possessive, which led me to my next decision.

I hopped up from Sev’s lap. “Where are you going?” She muttered. “I’m thirsty.” My face appeared bored, and she nodded. I waltzed over to the bar and took a seat next to a woman. I smirked to myself as I called over to Thieram, the bartender. “Two shots, please.” I smiled as he gave me a short nod.

“I know you.” Said the girl by my side. She blew her long, blue bang out her face as she studied me. Her azure eyes trailed over my features before realization hit her.

“You’re Sevika’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” She asked me. I tilted my head with a grin. “Depends on who’s asking.” I shrugged, letting my eyes scan her slowly. Jinx’s eyes narrowed, but I could detect a sly grin on her face. Jinx would do practically anything to get under Sevika’s nerves, and if I planned on finally getting the attention I fucking deserved from my girlfriend, this was the route to take.

Thieram placed the two shots in front of me and I slid one over to the blue-haired girl. “You’re Jinx?” I feigned ignorance. Everyone in the lanes knew who Jinx was. You’d have to be living under a rock not to.

“The one and only!” She smiled and we rose our glasses, both of us downing the burning liquid quickly. Jinx wiped the residue from her plum-shaded lips. “What’s a good-lookin’ person like you doing with a troll like her?”

My lips quirked into a smile. “She’s got her moments.” My eyes slid over to the woman in question. Sevika’s eyes darted over to us every so often, and I knew she was getting angry. Her grip on the cards was tight and her jaw was tensed.

I needed to push her a little bit more. My eyes returned to Jinx’s. “Are you with anyone?” My voice hinted curiosity, but I already knew the answer. She scoffed. “Relationships don’t interest me. I’ve got better things to do with my life.”

“Hm. I assumed someone with looks like yours would be in a relationship.” Her eyes widened slightly, as did her smile. “You hittin’ on me, toots?”

I ran my tongue over my bottom lip as I inspected her. “Maybe.” I gave Sevika another glance before moving my lips to Jinx’s ear. “Truth is,” I started, my eyes meeting Sevika’s from across the room. “I’m trying to make Sevika angry.” Sevika’s eyes narrowed as she watched my lips move a mere inch from Jinx’s skin.

Her grip looked lethal as it tightened around the glass she held. Her face promised death as she glared daggers at me. Jinx chuckled once I pulled back. “I can certainly help with that.”

Her hand fell to my thigh as her painted nails lightly drug across my skin. That seemed to be the final straw for Sevika. My eyes widened as I watched her shoot up from her seat and make her way toward us.

Jinx simply chuckled and took a sip from her drink once Sevika gripped my arm and pulled me away from her. Her touch was bruising, and I winced as she dragged me into the bathroom.

“Sevika, that fucking hurts.” I attempted to pull my arm from her hold to no avail. “It should.” She growled and locked the door. Before I could respond, I was being shoved against the door. One of her hands was wrapped around my throat while the other was against the door, trapping me.

“You’ve been acting like a little bitch for days. The fuck is going on with you?” She demanded. Her lips were curled into a snarl as her eyes burned into mine. My hands were on her wrist and my eyes were narrowed. “You’ve barely looked at me for weeks! This was the most we’ve spoken in days, Sevika.”

“So that gives you the right to act like this? You’ve been behaving like a child for some attention? Is that it?” She sneered, her grip tightening around my throat.

“It worked.” I smugly told her with a smile. By the look in her steel eyes, I knew I’d regret those words. The corner of her lips rose slightly. She yanked me over to the bathroom counter and I let out a yelp at the force.

She hoisted me up by my thighs and placed me on the cold surface. “You want my attention? Here it is.” She yanked off my pants and my eyes widened. Her nails dug into my skin harshly, and I winced at the feeling of blood escaping.

She pulled me to the edge of the counter and I yelped, trying to hold on to one of the sinks for balance. “Fuck!” I shouted at her roughness. I felt my skin hit the cold counter once she had torn away my underwear as well.

Her metal hand forced my upper torso back against the counter once I tried to get up. “Nope. This is what you wanted, right?” She tilted her head at me demeaningly.

I opened my mouth to protest before her tongue abruptly licked up my slit. A sharp gasp left my parted lips as she started going down on me. She lifted my thighs onto her strong shoulders and pulled me closer against her.

My hand fell to her dark hair and I gripped it harshly. “Shit!” I panted and bit back a moan. Her human hand gathered some of the wetness that had begun to gather and used it to shove two fingers into me. I hissed in pain, causing her to laugh cruelly into my cunt. The vibrations made me shiver, and her fingers began thrusting quickly.

I could feel an orgasm approaching as my breathing got shallower and faster. She sucked harshly at my clit, and she pulled away right as I was about to peak. My eyes narrowed at her. “What the fuck, Sevika?”

Her metal hand gripped my jaw. “You think you deserve to cum?” She hissed. I grit my teeth together. “Fuck you.”

Surprise passed through her features and a small huff left her lips. Without warning, she flipped me onto my stomach and her human hand she gathered my hair. She pulled it back and my eyes met my reflection. The cold metal of her robotic arm came in contact with my entrance, and she shoved a finger inside followed by two more. I cried out in pain as she moved them as far as she could.

A mixture of pleasure and pain deliciously shrouded my senses as she fucked me mercilessly. Strangled moans left my throat as my mind clouded. She moved her hand from my hair back to my jaw as she forced me to watch her fuck me in the mirror. I gripped onto the sink as tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

“Gonna cry, slut?” Her eyes watched me hungrily. “You’re just an attention-hungry whore, aren’t you?” She lowered her lips to my neck and bit down. A groan left my lips at her touch. “Answer me, bitch!” She commanded.

“Fuck- yes!” My head fell onto the counter as I saw stars. I could feel my high approaching and I prayed she would allow me this one. I clenched around her robotic fingers and she smirked against my skin before pulling out once more. “Damn it!” I groaned against the cold tile.

She lifted my head up and I saw just how pathetic I looked. Tears stained my cheeks, black mascara leaving a trail. My hair looked wild while she looked smug. “That enough attention for you?” She asked as she released me.

I felt weak and limp while I tried regaining my breath. I could nothing but watch as she stuck her fingers into her mouth. She teasingly sucked the residue that coated her skin, her eyes never leaving mine.

I sighed and pushed strands of hair from my face. “Sorry for flirting with Jinx.” She scoffed. “I’ll let it slide. Pull that shit again and you won’t cum for a month.” She threatened.

I smiled and slid off the counter, pulling my underwear and pants up. Her arm slid around my waist as we left the bathroom together.

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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years ago

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imagine damian and the reader at the wayne gala. he gets jealous when he sees her flirting with someone else. he ends up pulling her into a bathroom and fucking her in front of a mirror while saying that other person can’t treat her like he does

and that’s how the reader finds out damian has feelings for her. all this time he acted like he hates her because he’s in denial

Title: More Than They Ever Said

Paring: Robin!Damian (18+) / Canary!Reader

Tags/Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, bathroom sex, slight underage drinking (reader is like 20 lol), mentions of golf.

Word Count: 7150

Notes: sooooo.... this def evolved beyond a drabble lol. the way gala sex kills me every time 😭 I was a little mushy w Dami here bc I miss his sweet side. This also sounded a lot like goldenspecs12's request from Wattpad, so I hope you don't mind that I meshed the two together 😚 I leaned toward Damian liking the reader more than being in denial, but that’s the only thing I sacrificed between the two requests. This one is my fluffiest and most romantic yet 💖

"can I request Damian w a Queen reader, like she's Oliver and Dinah's child? say the reader is a hero but not very active, like she comes in when her parents can't. so when she and Damian meet, they hit it off. The main request is that they sneak away at a gala held by Oliver and the reader and Damian have sex."

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The party was more fun than you thought it would be.

Benefits were usually chalk-full of old, wealthy people that thought they made good conversationalists. The board members of Queen Industries were tired of Oliver trying to escape their claws, so you’d been recruited in his place. While your dad got to play minigolf in the penthouse’s massive party floor, you were confined to the lounge, playing up what an intelligent, capable business partner you’d be when you were CEO. Fellow businessmen gruffed about their plans with you while their wives cooed and drank, pinching your cheeks.

You thought that you’d hate it, but the attention and the praise was nice. It made you feel like you were helping your dad and your family’s company, which was constantly criticized and judged for it’s choice in CEO. Everyone called your father a lazy silver-spooned idiot, but he was one of the only men in Star City who actually cared. By the time you had Q.I’s biggest donors laughing out of their seats, Dinah’s hands slipped over your shoulders and you were kissed on the side of the face. Thank you, she mouthed, and your position as family support-beam was covered.

Since most of the benefit-goers were at least forty years your senior, you gravitated to your dad. From the penthouse’s upper balcony, you could see his friends circling around the tiny green mats they were using as a makeshift golf course. Usually, Ollie made sure his public persona’s aim was as garbage as his taste in drink was. But tonight, he played as Green Arrow, who never missed. Not once. Especially when it came to Bruce Wayne, who’s golf game was abysmal at best.

But like Oliver, Bruce was a new man tonight. It looked like he was ready to break out the batarangs any minute now. The two men were barely civil about the viciousness of their competition, and if the view of the game from the balcony was interesting, then from below it must’ve been the greatest show of fragile masculinity ever displayed. You had to make fun of them.

The only opening in the circle of men, who all had their hands on their chins as Bruce lined up his next shot, was by the floor-to-ceiling windows to one side of the game. Just one man stood there, hands in his pockets. You slid next to him, unbothered, and squinted at the game.

Everyone in the crowd was dead silent. Bruce was lining up his golf ball so it would roll into a mug a couple of feet away, so you helpfully provided, “A little to the left, Mr. Wayne.”

Your words overlapped with someone else’s. Where you had said Mr. Wayne, they had said Father. Then the man next to you was his son, but...

You would have never guessed it would be him.

Reasonably, you knew that Robin was Damian Wayne. Oliver could be a little loose-lipped at times, and by his judgment you’d been a teenager just a year ago - what could a twenty year old do to Batman’s secret identity? Not much.

Until you saw Robin without his mask.

Damian was achingly beautiful. He was your age, but he stood and talked like he was much older. There was an angle to his shoulder that made him seem astute and sexy. His eyes fixed on you when you spoke at the same time, and they were a surprising mossy color that jumped out against his tan skin, like plants flourishing out of rich soil. There was just enough blue in them to make him seem haunting. Any moment, you felt like he was going to corner you and whisper your future throatily in your ear.

Looking into them, those piercing eyes, for longer than a second made you want to blurt, “You’re much prettier without your mask.”

But that would expose his secret to every golf-loving idiot in earshot, so Oliver had been wrong. A twenty-year-old like you could do fatal damage to Batman’s secret identity, but for Damian, the short-tempered, snappish leader of the Teen Titans, you would risk anything.

Damian stared, and you stared. He squinted, wet his lips, then turned back to the game. This was your only acknowledgment that he recognised you. His voice was deeper, smoother, than you remember it. “Queen.”

You shifted in your shoes, almost laughing in shock. “...Wayne.”

The game grew boring and Damian didn’t say anything else, so you said nothing too, sneaking glances at him. The last time you’d spoken to Robin had been in costume, when he’d thanked you for assisting with a mission. He’d really been thanking you for standing up for him. You didn’t team up often with the Titans, but when you did, you found that they were unusually snappy and mean with their leader. Not necessary on purpose, but you could tell that Damian couldn’t take as many bites as he pretended to. Standing up for him had been a simple thing. The good thing to do. Now, with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like he still thought about it.

He must have, because the kiss you shared at the end of that mission had glowed with heat. To be fair, you both may have believed you were going to die (before the team pulled through and saved you), so it could’ve been a heat-of-the-moment thing. But this was Robin - if he didn't want to kiss you, he wouldn't. And yet he did.

You’d kissed. And the energy of that kiss lingered between you now, drawing you closer together, putting tiny smiles on your faces. He was cute. Cuter without that mask on.

You stood in the stupid golf silence, feeling foolish. Flirting with boys was much easier in fishnets. It didn’t help how fine Damian’s profile was. He had soft, feathery lashes that occasionally touched down on beauty marked cheeks. His lips were even fuller from the side, forever drawn in a curious line. And those eyes, when they caught yours and danced away again, were much too nice to hide behind a mask. You couldn’t get that thought out of your mind.

When Bruce finally made his move, you leaned in to whisper something to each other at the same time, accidentally knocking shoulders.

“I - apologies,” Damian flushed.

“Oh, um, my bad,” you rubbed awkwardly at the spot where you’d collided. “...You were going to say something?”

Damian’s eyes flicked to your fathers, then to you, unimpressed. He lowered his voice so only you could hear. “They’re awfully hypocritical, don’t you think? Father snaps at me everytime I use my skills in public, and yet he’s putting with perfect aim like it’s not the very same.”

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes and scooted closer, ducking your voice into the bubble between your bodies. “My dad’s the same way. Don’t aim in the house, he says, unless it’s him trying to beat Bruce Wayne.”

Your company’s shoulders turned sideways, leaning into you. His breath ghosted the hair on your neck, standing it on end, and again that silky voice sent tingles down your spine. Damian must change his voice as Robin, because he never spoke like this then. So huskily, so low.

He shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

You watched him. He watched you. You ran your tongue over your teeth, and Damian subtly adjusted his slacks from his pockets.

At the same time, you asked each other, “Would you like to get a drink?”

Your hiding place was a loveseat in the lounge, between more businessmen and their ditzy heirs. The bartender was your family’s, so he smiled and turned down your request for a drink, courtesy of your dad’s strictness. Luckily, he didn’t recognise Damian. You watched him order it at the bar, his rings catching the light, the muscle in his arms peeking out from under his blazer.

“I think he suspected I wasn’t of age, so he only gave me one.” He took the place next to you, propping his ankle on one knee and lounging out like a panther. Damian offered the cocktail to you, once he’d decided the coast was clear. It was a cute gesture. “Is that acceptable?”

You fished a five dollar bill out of your purse. “Only if you take this for paying. Don’t think I didn’t see you try and sneakily get that past me.”

Damian scrutinized the bill, then you, somehow managing to be a smartass without opening his mouth. Instead of thinking about how nice it would feel to kiss the slight crease between his brows, you traded hands with him so the bill was in his and the drink was in yours. The gentle brush of you palm to his knuckles put way too many butterflies in your belly.

You talked about everything and anything. About home, family life, your cities. The best of it was when Damian dipped his head so only you could hear him, keeping your secrets close and your bodies closer. This was the only way he talked about Robin, so you circled back to any vigilante subject you could think of just so Damian would keep purring into your ear like that. Better yet, he was smart. Talking to him was engaging, and within minutes he'd entranced you, so you sat there talking for more than an hour. Around you, the party rotated and went on.

At one point, you took a drink of the cocktail and passed it to him to share. Damian placed his lips right where yours had been, licking up the cocktail salt and gulping it down slow, adam’s apple bobbing, like it wasn’t the taste of the vodka he was savoring.

Eventually, your bliss was broken. Damian was called over to his father, again, to discuss business, and he left you with your remaining cocktail and the memory of that mission. You couldn’t find a reason to move from your seat. When you’d realized that you and Robin had been led into a trap on that mission, it’d been too late, and your efforts to escape became more and more futile. All you could do was pray the Titans got to you on time. Robin had offered you his glove as the walls closed in, and you’d watched up-close as he assumed you were both about to die. The fear in his eyes was strange - like it was familiar to him. At the same time, you cupped his neck and he held your upper back, and you’d kissed fervently, sweetly.

Damian had put his forehead to yours, and promised even as the trap shrunk around you, “You were excellent. More excellent than they ever said.”

In the big picture, it was a strange last remark to make, and afterwards you’d been too happy about surviving to think about it. But in the moment, you understood. You were understood. Somehow, Damian had reached into your soul and gouged out the words you’d been dying to hear, from your parents, from anyone, and uttered them to you with burning conviction. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe he meant it. Damian found you excellent. Someone, somewhere, didn’t think you were a failure.

Odd, how you’d never seen the face of the man you thought you’d die with (until now), and yet he saw you so easily. You watched him follow his father into the party crowd now, wondering. The Titans had saved you before you could ask what he’d meant. More importantly, before you could tell him the same. He was excellent.

Once you’d finished off your drink, you left it at the bar and grinned evilly at your family bartender. He rolled his eyes and slyly delivered you another, which, on your superhero schedule, would not have you drunk yet. Another heir to some big company was seated at your right, ignored by his father enough to look for some small talk with you.

He was one of the cute, nerdy types that were usually in awe of you. Girls, available girls, were typically rare at these kinds of parties, so he took you not having a boyfriend as permission to flirt with you. Unfortunately for him, your seat gave a perfect angle on Damian across the party floor. He was impressing the wives of Wayne business partners, who flocked around him like they’d flocked around you, pinching his cheeks. You could almost read their lips enough to guess what they were saying. What a handsome young man you are! Oh, Bruce must be so proud.

“...and then my father flipped over his kayak! Would you believe it? Two thousand dollars, thrown right in our family’s lake.” Your company snickered, howling at his own story.

You circled the rim of your glass, watching how Damian tried to teach some of the women phrases in Arabic. Unknown to them, they were some pretty funny swear words. It threw you into a bout of giggles, and the man next to you kept talking, spurred on by the noise.

The flock of hens around Damian receded, and his shoulders slouched in relief. That was cute, too. It wasn’t often that people understood how draining these parties were, but for people like you and Damian, it was a racetrack of endless, boring circles. Everything was a formality. Few things were genuine. Damian turned, and you caught his eye to let him know you were going to meet him. He nodded toward a side hall, his mouth a curious line again. If you looked at it long enough, it felt like a smile when he mouthed, escape?

Your company was still talking. He stopped when you grabbed his tie and planted a pity-kiss on his cheek, waving to him as you bounced away. “Sorry, kid. Not my type.”

You planned to bring Damian to the secluded balcony on the second floor to unwind, but instead, you were taken by the wrist and maneuvered into an empty powder room. It was colder than the steaming party air and smelled like champagne, with couches to sit on and mirrors to powder at. For a bathroom, the lights were warm and low. The noise of the party went quiet the instant the door was shut, like you and Damian had entered your own little world. No more circles. No more back and forth.

“Here,” Damian said, noting the mirrors. He tilted his head as he asked, like he was nervous, “Is this acceptable?”

“It is the ladies powder room, but I’ll give you a pass, since you’re cute.” You joked. Damian didn’t make a move to relax on one of the couches yet, hanging in front of you like there was more he wanted to say. There was more you wanted to say, too, but no good words came to mind.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. Again, Damian stared, and you stared. The glass he brought with him was set down. He put one fist on the counter beside the door, and like honey had been poured on your nerves, you realized how easy it would be for him to push you up against it. Kiss you senseless. Heat drooled off of him this close, and you wondered if he’d still lean in to whisper to you even if you were alone.

The lack of words drew to a point where something had to be said, anything, but his eyes felt so good on your skin and it was interesting to see him nervous. Something strange told you that Damian liked the silence, too.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Damian cleared his throat, and took a sip from his glass. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Between me and that guy?” You smiled gently, like you were reassuring him, and laughed to yourself. “Oh, man, you should’ve seen it, Damian. Poor kid really thought I was flirting with him. He’d totally convinced himself, it was hilarious.”

His profile was tense in the mirror, which you stole glances at to watch how the amber light played on his handsome skin. When Damian swallowed his drink, his throat rolled in the sexiest way, and immediately your mind fed you with visions of suckling, kissing, tonguing his neck.

“Why’d you ask?” Your eyes sparkled. Damian drew a step closer, and you used the opportunity to swipe a drop of alcohol from the corner of his lip with your thumb. “You jealous?”

It was the touch or the suggestion that made Damian pause. He didn’t stutter, but lagged over what to say, eyes vast and wanting as they raked over your face. “I don’t get jealous,” he clarified, “but… I do intend to be the only man to kiss you tonight.”

Damian’s hand took your chin. Your belly exploded with instant arousal, hitting you like a bullet of liquid lust. “You’re the only man who’s kissed me like that,” you whispered, taking his tie in hand. “I hope that’s always true.”

His voice had gone throaty. “May I kiss you again?”

Again, he reminded you.The two of you had kissed before, and it had been spectacular, terrifying, and excellent.

“Please,” you said, and Damian rushed to your aid.

Not a moment more was wasted. Curling his tie into your fist, you drew him in, slow and deep and wonderfully. Damian’s cologne hit you before his lips did, and both made your core throb for friction. Two broad hands slammed your hips into the door. His fingertips smoothed up the fabric of your dress, pressing you back and squeezing you in until you could feel his belt buckle against your belly. Damian was a sweet, magnetic kisser, chasing your lips like he was on a crusade to save them. Each time they met, he swam deeper. The point of his nose bumped against your cheek. You hummed your laugh against his lips, and Damian groaned as he pulled away, readjusting, twisting, testing the limits of the kiss. And you followed him at every step or more, revelling in his taste.

You didn’t want him to think you wanted the kiss to end, so you drew the hands braced under his blazer around his neck. Soon, that didn’t feel close enough, so you cupped each side of his face and pecked Damian until you were breathless. He brought you in until your arms were flat to his chest, the kiss almost vertical in its intensity.

He groaned when you parted, gasping and blinking just inches from your face. Your mouths were still connected by a thick string of drool, which hung until it split and clung to Damian’s chin and fell, marking a wet strip down into his collar. You panted, watching it go.

Damian left your waist to hold your wrists, keeping your hands around his face. He settled warmly into your touch, basking in it, and the pure enjoyment on his face made you smile. You wondered if anyone else had cared for him like this. If Damian had ever felt someone hold his face and treasure it. The thought gave you a strange urge, so you followed it.

You brought Damian’s brow level with your mouth and sweetly kissed his forehead. Then his nose bridge, then his temples. His face was so quickly warm that you giggled. In the most unsubtle way possible, Damian drew back his hips so you couldn’t feel the heat there, and closed his eyes, begging you to continue.

“I want you,” you whispered against his jaw.

Damian shivered. “You have me.”

You shifted one hand to his shoulder, giving yourself more room to nuzzle and kiss his neck. The line of drool was still there, so you cupped his skin and tilted his jaw up, and in one stroke, licked all the way to his earlobe. Damian’s moan poured from his mouth like a growing flood. You even felt his thighs press together between you, and pleasure tingled in your throat when he choked at the glide of your tongue.

He released your wrists, reached beside you, and locked the door with an audible click.

Then, Damian devoured you. Both hands hooked around your back, arching your chest into his, and finally, bringing his bulge between your hips. You clung to him for dear life, helpless as his teeth pressed into your neck like a vampire. Damian fed like one, too, suckling the skin there like he was starved. Your panties were so wet that you were desperate to get out of them, grinding your core against his.

Damian retreated, gasping. He licked the spit off of his lips and glared into your eyes. Bluntly, he said, “I want to eat you out.”

Once more, you kissed him, delirious with excitement. Your lungs burned for air, but your core burned harder for him. “Take off that suit and you can do whatever you want to me.”

His eyes gleamed. “I plan to.”

Quickly, you shoved your hands into his sleeves and pushed them off his shoulders, giving you a crisp glimpse at his carved shoulders. Damian's fingers blurred from button to button, but he saved the last for you on purpose. You worked in tandem and with little thought. If he could, Damian would steal a kiss, and you would bite his lip and chase him into more. When that last button was popped, his white button-down parted for a gorgeous plane of hard-earned muscle. His abs, ribs and pecs were pockmarked with scars, shrapnel marks and in some places, bullet holes. You stopped.

At your staring, Damian pressed his lips together.

“It's.. not appealing, I know,” he monotoned.

“No,” you disagreed, palming his stomach, “it’s impressive. All these do is show how strong you are, how long you've survived. You're so… built...” you didn't hide your thorough examination of him, “...I mean, we have to be to do what we do, but still… It suits you. It's sexy.”

You worried you'd ruined the moment with your babbling, but he glimmered under your praise. Damian brightened in the way only Damian could, smirking devilishly and towering over you like a supervillain.

“Sexy?” He pressed his naked chest into yours, whispering hotly in your ear. You could feel his silk tie pinned between you. “Does that mean I'm your type?”

You rolled your eyes. “Eavesdropper.”

“Temptress,” Damian replied, just as easily.

To claim your title, you found Damian's belt and pulled on it until the clasp gave. It made a satisfying whipping noise as you ripped it off of him, shouldered into his space to grab his waist in one hand, and cupped his throbbing boxers in the other. Damian's sigh came hoarsely and wanton from his mouth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, grinning with delight.

Instead of wasting time on a response, Damian fell to his knees, a faithful worshipper. He did the gentlemanly thing and helped you kick off your heels. The tile was icy on your bare feet, but it only mattered until Damian ran his hands up your thighs. Sliding his fingers underneath the fabric, he bunched it up your middle, peering up at you smugly through his lashes. You could feel the debauchery of it - Damian, on his knees, tie hanging still from his neck, pinning you to the door. You, your legs spread and wanting.

Damian sucked in a breath. Your panties had an obvious wet patch, put there by him. He thumbed it carefully, watching your brows tense and your eyes close, basking in your initial whine. All of it enchanted him. You were soaking because of him, trembling because of him, marked because of him. There was not one place he would rather be than here.

Damian collected your sweetness and sampled the taste on his thumb, trapping it behind his smug smile. He ran his tongue over his teeth, spreading the flavor around his mouth, savoring it. As Damian rolled your underwear down your legs, his cock twitched in his open fly. You were beautiful. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” Damian ordered, smirking, “I want to taste you.”

Warmth exploded in your cheeks. “G-go ahead.”

Gradually, you situated your leg across his back, pussy tensing at the touch of the cooler air. This didn't matter for long. Damian's warm lips nuzzled and kissed the thigh closest to him, painting messy reflective circles on your skin with his kiss. Even that made your legs tense wildly, so Damian shoving his wet, blazing tongue into the folds of you cunt pumped moan after moan from your mouth.

“Damian!” You yelped.

Oh, he definitely liked that. Damian pinched your ass and used his mouth so passionately that his head shook back and forth. He darted right for your clit, sucking it until his cheeks were hollow and humming smugly between your legs with every squeal. Parting your folds with one hand, Damian kissed your core just as dirtily as he'd kissed you. The dangerous glint in his eye never faded. He plunges his tongue inside you in earnest, slurping obscenely, purposefully. There's no need for Damian to shoot you cute looks or put on a show - his skill was the performance, because that skill was unbeatable. Your pussy was already tender, fucked nerveless by Damian's filthy mouth. He vibrated your cunt with a deep groan before he drew away, face dripping with slick like a pornstar’s.

“You're suitably wet,” he said, matter-of-factly, “would you like me to use my fingers?”

All the strength you had went into a weak, pleading nod.

Damian was polite enough to grant you your bearings first, letting you grip his hair and squeeze the counter before he resumes. You give him the sweetest, most precious whine when Damian licks you open again. He wisely starts with one finger and builds from there, earning you with pumps and curls of his digits. Damian's talents quickly become a currency, one that you exchange with mewls and pants of praise.

“So good,” you whine, “oh, fuck - fuck, just like that…”

Damian smirks between your legs, jamming his fingers faster into your sore pussy. Lust sizzles low in your gut, ramped up again and again by his thrusting. It’s so powerful that you roll and buck off the door, your hips in his face. You want him - want him more than you want anything.

“You're ravaging,” Damian hums between licks. His eyes are closed, but that only gives the way he touches you more meaning.

It’s so surprising from his mouth that your hold on his hair slips, setting Damian free. He pants, catching his breath, and it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The effort has slouched him from his knees to his calves, further spreading his legs and opening up the fly of his pants. A solid bulge has formed and spilled out there, straining to escape his briefs like an arm in a sling that’s too small, way too small, for someone of his size. Three of Damian’s fingers are still twisting inside of you.

Slowly, Damian tipped back his head and hung down, arranging himself beneath your cunt. “So beautiful.” His free hand splayed where your leg met your hip. “May I touch you?”

“I-I get it’s the gentleman thing to do, to - to keep asking, but fuck, Damian,” you cursed, “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Damian’s intense jade eyes were so dilated that you could barely make out the color. He dragged his cheek against your thigh, fingers still circling inside you, and grinned like a shark. It was probably a bad idea to give the heir to the Demon’s Head that much power over you.

His other hand squeezed your skin, slow to passionate, from your belly to your breasts beneath your dress. It’s clear by the way Damian looks at you that he loves what he sees. The texture of his veiny, calloused hands feels good on your waist and ass, dragging you closer to him. He chuckles when your back arches, when your nails press into his hands, his back muscles, throwing himself into his task. Damian’s nose prods your folds as he licks you clean, tongue dipping and sliding against your sore clit. It’s like he’s done this for you before, in this exact way. Though he utilizes his tongue the most, his lips too are brutal, matched perfectly to fit your pussy lips.

But that tongue - how Damian’s jaw isn’t tired, you don’t know. He parts your folds and latches onto your clit, flicking his tongue at superspeed until drool and cum bubbles from your sensitive core. Your back winds tighter at every vibrating lick, paralyzing the muscles in your legs with glorious pleasure. It’s so exquisite you start to melt to the floor like warm clay, only to be bolstered back up by Damian, both hands viciously squeezing your ass. He keeps going not for you, but himself, sucking down every last drop of your juices.

Shattered, you twist hopelessly into his mouth, chasing the strained feeling like it’s the last you’ll ever glimpse. “Fuck, fuck - D-Damian, ah…”

“Did it feel good when I made you cum?” He teases, “It certainly tastes good. All those filthy little noises you make for me…” Damian shakes his head at himself, like it’s too fantastic to indulge again. He leaves your clit with a satisfied kiss. “Beautiful.”

Once more, the words are surprising to hear from him. You always considered Damian the prude type, but here he is, on his knees for you, mouth and chin glittering with your juices while he teases you in low, sexy tones. At your surprised look, Damian has the gall to blush.

With his ring finger in his mouth, he ponders, “If a man has never said that to you before...” pop, “consider me surprised.”

“Never while finger-fucking me, at least,” you admited, legs still trembelling. “It was sweet. You… you meant that?”

It was hard to imagine Damian Wayne finding anything beautiful. Even you, who was pretty enamored with him, figured he would judge by quality or skill, not beauty. The words tasted new on his tongue.

Slowly, Damian stood and stretched, his shoulders tight after staying in the strange position for so long. Lifting his arms coincidentally let his waistband sit lower on his hips, flashing his green boxers your way while showing off the huge, carved muscles of his arms. Truly, Damian’s subtlety was unmatched. You didn’t mind his miniature bragging fest - not when he had so much to brag about. Eating you out had put an excited shimmer in his skin, so the gold-toned lights of the room reflected sexily off his sweat, already accenting his kissable tan.

“I did,” he told you, moving on to his sucking middle finger. His other hand played on your thigh, stroking it. “I’ve always been… drawn to you. Every mission we’ve had together. I have a profound feeling that we are very similar.”

You laughed. Not at what he said, but the timing of it. “Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way?”

Damian made a face like his heart was doing jumping jacks. “A few hours ago? No. But now…” he barricaded you against the door, first with his hands and then his hips, closed in so tightly that you had to look past your nose to meet his eyes. “Your crush is adorably obvious. I’m annoyed that I didn’t see it before.”

Your rounded your hands against Damian’s shoulders, then his tie. It twisted nicely around your fingers, silky and cold in comparison to your flushed skin. You were tempted to fix your dress, but nothing, not even the world ending, could make you leave this room.

“My crush is obvious? Damian, all you’ve done for the last two hours is sneak me drinks and imply how much easier it is to be around me.” You grinned, “What’d you say earlier? There you are, Queen. Finally, someone intelligent enough to speak to me.”

Damian shrugged. “It’s true. Your knowledge of bioluminescent ocean life is fascinating.”

“I can’t believe you said that after giving me head for ten minutes.”

“It’s actually been closer to twelve,” Damian smirked.

Playfully, you pinched Damian’s cheek, then pulled him by the tie into a starved, energetic kiss. He must’ve been praying for your permission to continue, because the plan he’d been forming is quickly put into action. You’re hugged, arms scooped under your back as you kiss him. Damian surrenders his mouth to a bit of revenge tonguing while undoing your dress. No amount of kissing will pull him from his task, but your hand is a special case - it smooths down the front of his boxers and Damian melts.

“Y/N,” he groans.

Damian petulantly resists the temptation to close his eyes, but your touch is soft and sweet, demanding him to yield. Your lips suckle on his neck and Damian’s knees buckle. If getting his mouth between your legs didn’t turn him on, then this will finish him for sure.

“I missed you. Kissing you.” You purr into his throat. “One could never be enough for me.”

Is this what it’s like to be wanted? Damian asked himself. The only possible answer thrilled him, and he found himself pouring even more passion into the kiss, into you, wanting to share that rush of affection. You respond to his every touch with vigor. Damian’s heart stalls each time your thumb strokes his face, each time the other strokes him through his slacks.

“Me either,” he rasped, and helped you out of your dress. His tone was shy, but his words held too much depth to be meaningless. I want a wealth of them. I always want to kiss you, was what he wanted to say, but Damian was too embarrassed to raise the words. This moment was too special to ruin with his hopeless romanticism. He kissed you again and again, and to his amazement, you kissed him right back.

“Fuck me,” you begged him between breaths. “Right here. I don’t care if we’re caught.”

I don’t care if we’re seen together. I want to be seen with you, I’m not ashamed of you.

Damian cupped your face and almost knocked you both over with the strength of his kiss. Nose-to-nose, eyes closed, he commanded, “Bend over the fucking counter.”

In a blink, Damian turned and there you were, open and waiting for him. The sink was hip-level, so the bend was nothing but perfect - Damian could fuck you from behind and watch your lust-blown reflection without issue. Your perfect pussy drooled leftover cum down your legs, making your sex shine in the light.

In the mirror, you watched Damian’s eyes darken in delight. His pupils followed the line of your ass to your back, appreciating it like an artist would, like he intended to paint you later and needed to memorize the greatest shapes of your figure. The marble was icy against your hard nipples, which Damian had exposed when he’d impatiently shoved down your bra. Now, he cupped one of your breasts as he bent over you, kissing and suckling his way down your back.

“Perfect,” Damian hissed.

Shyly pressing your butt back against him, you buried your face in your arms and bit your lip, waiting for him to open you up. Damian’s shadow came to hover over you, and in the mirror his eyes were vicious, pools of circling sharks. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Take your time.”

Though you weren’t being sarcastic, Damian took it that way and pinched one cheek of your ass. “With you? I will.” Then, with the same smoothness, Damian asked, “Condom?”

“Pill,” you replied, and Damian nodded his approval.

His pants rustled as they fell down his legs. Where you couldn’t see, Damian committed the sight to memory - his cock in hand, your pussy spread open, all for him. You squeaked when his hot tip touched your cooling clit, and squeaked again when it glided down your pussy and tested your opening. He knew he’d found the way when you winced.

In an unsurprising moment of compassion (for those who truly knew him), Damian kissed the top of your head and offered you his hand. “Would you like to hold it while I…?”

You took his hand and squeezed it to your chest, squeezing him closer in the process, too. “Thank you. Go slow, for this part…”

Damian complied. His sweat-sticky chest hovered warmly over your back. Even if Damian was big, you were wetter than you’d ever been in your entire life - any pain would quickly slide into pleasure. He braced himself with a deep inhale, and a hot, sharp sensation told you that he’d entered you. Where you choked in a needy gasp, Damian poured out his version of a whimper. You both held it. Then, breath by breath, you were struck with the realization that you’d been dying to feel this for weeks, for months, and only now was that heat being satisfied. Damian’s tongue and fingers had come close, but this is what would cure that aching emptiness - his big, girthy cock.

The deathgrip you had on Damian’s hand loosened. “You look perfect,” he murmured into your hair, instantly making your core flutter. “Oh,” he chuckled filthily, “you like that? Funny, how badly that idiot at the bar wanted to be in my place right now…but it’s me who gets to pound into—”

“Damian,” you warned.

He smiled smugly against your neck. “Nothing.”

Dutifully, Damian withdrew his hips, taking all of the heat with him. When he rolled back in, a hot, tingling sensation roared over all of your senses, and you let the moan at the top of that tsunami loose. It was clear that he couldn’t fuck you like he wanted to with one hand fished down at your side, so he glued both to the base of your back and started to thrust in earnest.

“So full...” You mewled, and Damian became a human pile-driver.

Your head seemed to roll off your shoulders with every crazed, rhythmic slam, so you grabbed the faucet and held on for dear life. Every slap was so loud, so powerful, that you prayed this one random bathroom in the penthouse was soundproofed. Anyone walking past would know you were getting railed out of your mind. You tried to compensate by moaning and squeaking quietly, but with force came volume. It didn’t matter how silent you were, Damian’s hips, your ass, the squelch of him inside you - each noise filled the bathroom, echoing off the tile.

The only way you could think to describe him was filling. First, there was the hot, cinching tension of his hands fused to your waist. Then there was his cock, which begged to be squeezed more and more with every pass. You responded to each throb with a mighty clench, which bent Damian over you like an animal, gasping for breath. His balls were painted with your slick. The closer you came to orgasm together, the closer Damian came to you. His hands migrated to higher on your sides, then up by your shoulders, then around you, where Damian kissed your back and rubbed your belly while he made love to you. He talked more than he moaned. Your ear was filled with sweet nothings, with vicious promises of what he would do with a whole night alone with you.

Damian’s reflection was wild with lust. He met your eyes as he fucked you, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you take his dick. His deep green eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out the brown in them anymore. The long muscles on his arms drew taut with each thrust, making his biceps bulge and pin your hips to the sink. Soon enough, a bruise would form from the pressure. One of many treasures from tonight - you would be thinking about Damian in his crisp suit for months to come, and the mess he’d become with you now even longer. Your pleasure built and built and built, like a nail struck further into the ground with a hammer. A very, very big hammer.

“M’ cumming,” Damian husked, slowing his plowing to a sloppy glide. Even his endurance was spent, and you were glad he’d spent it all on you. “Where d’ you…?”

You braced your hands on the counter, then on one of Damian’s. Together, you smoothed his digits down your stomach and between your soft, abused folds. “Inside me, please, please please—” you begged him, “fuck, a-as deep as you can go.”

As a test of your flexibility, Damian turned in and kissed you. Just as he parted your lips with his tongue, he parted your folds with his fingertips, overriding your clit as his cock throbbed inside you to the hilt. He took the invitation as a command. Damian pressed in until you could feel his abs mold to your ass, then stuttered his hips in quick, agonized dips to get himself there. With his fingers and his cock putting stars in your eyes, you finished first.

The white marble counter fizzed in your vision, until all you could see was that powerful, endless white, humming in your mind’s eye. Still, Damian wasn’t finished yet. You bumped your temple against his chin and hummed, “Cum for me, baby… fuck, a-ah!”

Your pussy’s throb raced and raced until it spilled over, pulling Damian right under the current. One clench and he was done for, so the velvety, periodic squeeze of your cunt emptied his store. You hung there, spasming in unison, until that overwhelming heat spurted in a ring around Damian’s cock and flooded out of you. Only then did his fingers stop on your clit, and you settled warmly in each other's arms and tried to remember your names and who you were.

Damian pulled out, then snuggled back in. He would’ve been nervous any other time, but he’d just put his dick inside you, so a little instinctive cuddling could be forgiven. On shaky legs, you turned around and sunk into him. You could tell by how he was eyeing the sink that he was desperate to get clean again, so with one kiss (on the cheek), you set Damian loose.

In companionable silence, Damian cleaned up and you collected the clothes abandoned on the floor. Staring at the corner where you’d just had the best sex of your life put an embarassingly pleasant warmth in your chest. Interesting, how one terrifying moment could become something as special as this. Fascinating, how you’d felt like you’d known him all your life.

“You know… I think you’re excellent, too.” You told him, finishing off the knot for his tie.

Damian dipped his head to hide his smile, but something so bright was impossible to hide.

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heavenwithgyu · 2 years ago

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pairing: minghao x gn!reader (ft friend!dk)

genre: its just fluff, ik the title sounds a little suggestive soz

a/n: i have hao brainrot and thought of this bc i adore the man so i decided to share with you guys !! still writing that prince thing for dk so look out for that :) ALSO !!! i wrote this on my laptop which doesnt mean much but idk just wanted to share

proofread: no i spewed this out of my mind and then posted it

w.c: 1.9k (this was meant to be shorter i swear)

warnings: reader can fit in hao's clothes? idk if that is anything but yeah and reader has hair at least to shoulders

"Want to go for a walk with me?" slipped out of your mouth towards Minghao before you could stop it, it's all you could think of when you realized it was nearing time for you two to leave to leave Dokyeom's house, which means splitting ways and you couldn't find it in yourself to do so.

It's not as if anything had happened to have prompted you to feel this way, feel as if you would die if you left his presence. It was a little dramatic but it was the truth, today out of all days, you were addicted to his aura, wanting to be near him just to be near him.

His eyebrows raised softly while he grasped the doorknob since he had been standing near the door, him opening it slightly to feel the cold air slide its fingers into the house, coating what it could before he closed the door back. "It's freezing, we can take a walk another time—" you cut him off, almost desperate to keep spending time with him.

"No," you replied firmly, feeling yourself shrink when he narrowed his eyes, "It's not that bad, I mean I'm fine and you should be too, you have your jacket." You were quick to give an explanation, knowing you couldn't explain the longing you were feeling despite him being right in front of you.

It sounded insane to you inside of your head and you couldn't imagine how he'd take it, he hummed while glancing behind you, you did the same to see Dokyeom there, a bright smile on his face. "Don't freeze," he told the two of you, a nod coming from you while Minghao was silent, you were suddenly worried you had pushed him too far.

Sure he was normally quiet, but this quiet? Especially when he could say something sly to Seok? He wouldn't pass up the opportunity, you turned towards him, opening your mouth to apologize and to tell him you would just go home.

"You ready?" he asked before you could get any words out, another nod and he was letting you out first, shutting the door behind him. He was right, it was freezing, why did you have to be this way tonight? You tried to hide the shiver that ran down your spine, knowing he saw it anyway, biting the inside of your cheek praying he wouldn't say anything.

Especially something that resembled him saying something that was between a scold and a jab at you for him being right, like he did often.

He didn't though, just remained silent as you two walked aimlessly down Seok's street, this was something that happened often when it was warm, when the moon seemed to shine with a yellow hue attached to it, practically warming you with the sight.

Tonight it was stark white, leaving you feeling colder than you wanted to, your teeth finding your bottom lip to play with.

"So," he breathed out after a couple minutes of you two walking, your pulse racing as you knew what he was going to ask, "What's up with you tonight?" He was blunt with his question, though he always was, which typically you liked him for but right now, you wanted the earth to split open and swallowed you whole.

You glanced at him, eyes moving right back to the sidewalk in front of you, tensing your jaw as you tried to think of something that wasn't confessing how much you couldn't stand to be away from him. You sighed softly while shrugging, "I dunno, just missed you I guess," you mumbled, missing how he smiled softly at how you didn't want to explain yourself.

He knew what was up, you weren't one to outright express being clingy with him because you knew he didn't really enjoy being clung to. What you didn't know is that he wouldn't mind if you were the one to cling to him, but he would rather eat hot coals than ever tell you that.

"You saw me two days ago," he pointed out with a chuckle, your eyes blinking a couple times while trying to figure a way out of this that wasn't leaving because you couldn't leave now, that would require you jogging back to Seok's place to grab your car.

Another shiver ran down your spine when the wind wrapped itself around you, fighting its way into your clothes to make you feel it full force, goosebumps quickly ran along your skin. Your hands found your sides, acting as if you had just crossed your arms, but you were trying to warm yourself up best you could without making it obvious.

You heard him sigh, your eyes glancing at him to see him unzipping his jacket, them quickly widening while you stopped walking out of shock, him doing the same while he turned to you, shrugging his jacket off. "Here," he offered, holding it out to you and that's when you came back to your senses.

You pushed his hand back softly, "No, I'm the one that made you walk with me, keep it," you replied, his eyes squinting at you slightly while he held it out to you again.

"Yeah and I'm the one giving you it, so put it on," he told you, his voice growing taut, he despised that stubbornness of yours that often forced him to not make any moves on you because you were always rejecting his help.

Your eyebrows furrowed while you opened your mouth, "Just take the jacket," he had cut you off without you getting to say anything, though he knew it would be another refusal.

"Hao—"

"Take it."

You blinked a couple times, having never heard his voice that stern before, you slowly grasped it in your fingers, pulling it onto yourself. He zipped it up for you, brushing your hair away from where the zipper was at the end. "There," he huffed, turning on his heel and continuing to walk, you taking a few seconds and then catching up to him.

You walked in silence for a couple minutes just like at the beginning of your walk, your hands in the jackets pocket to help warm them up from the cold. You soon noticed that the tips of his fingers beginning to turn red which only fueled the guilt you were feeling.

Without saying anything, you laced your fingers in his, his hand pulling back slightly before feeling the warmth and realizing what you were doing. So he just held your hand tighter, slightly swinging it as you two walked, he could feel your pulse on the pad of thumb and knew that you were doing it for more than just to help stave off his chill.

His thumb began softly rubbing against yours, your heart jumping from the feeling but no words left your mouth, a small smile on your face that you had tried to will away before it happened but it still managed to find its place on you.

"I know why you wanted to walk with me tonight," he broke the silence, your throat suddenly feeling as if you hadn't drank anything in days, your teeth biting your lip, "It's the same reason I agreed to it." What? What was that supposed to mean?

Did he feel the same longing?

No, that wasn't possible, he had never showed it, there was no way. "It's the same reason I even started these," he added on, his eyes glancing at you and you felt like your mouth was wired shut at the moment, no words wanting to leave you in fear he was lying for some reason.

You knew he wasn't, he wouldn't lie about something like this, but the doubt gnawed away the elated feeling in your chest. "I.." you trailed off, not knowing what to say and then just opting for what he already knew from what he said, "I like you." You never expected to confess, especially like this.

However it seemed he enjoyed it because he was laughing, your heart dropping while filling at the same time, "I like you too, dork," he used that nickname anytime you were any kind of cheesy around him, though normally they were just jokes or things you knew would work with what he said.

None of them had ever been honest until a few months ago.

The first time you meant it was when you had planned a group outing to the museum but only Hao and you showed up, leaving you two to admire the arts by yourselves. He had said something about how pretty a painting was and you were impulsively saying he was prettier, a smile filling his face while he called you a dork.

You realized you had meant it and that's what scared you that day, scared you up until now because he liked you, he had admitted it to you now and to himself that same day you had realized your own feelings. He couldn't stop his heart from fluttering the second that left your mouth but the worry that it was just another joke, just another perfect timed tidbit you couldn't keep to yourself, so he kept his feelings to himself.

"Y'know, you look good in my clothes," he mused softly, swinging your arms a bit more and you were laughing, thanking him quietly.

"It's just because you have good taste," you complimented back, watching his features morph to hold a wider smile, his eyes crinkling while he looked at you.

His hand squeezed yours, "Of course I have good taste, why do you think I fell for you?" Your eyes widened before you were bumping your shoulder into his, laughing louder.

"I'm rubbing off on you," you muttered, him nodding while bumping his shoulder back into yours, glad he got to spill his feelings finally, and know that you had reciprocated only made him happier.

"You are," he agreed, pausing as he seemed to think, "I'm glad it's the dorkiness and not your stubbornness." He teased, a roll of your eyes and you were pulling your hand out of his, but he didn't let you two stay parted for long because his fingers were quickly lacing with yours.

You didn't stop him because why would you? Everything seemed so perfect, so cozy despite the cold weather.

"Hot chocolate?" He suggested after feeling just how cold his hand was without yours in it, knowing there was a shop only a couple minutes away, and you were agreeing, on the condition he paid and he was furrowing his eyebrows. "If I remember correctly, you were the one that made us walk in the cold to the point where I had to give you my jacket so if anyone should pay, it's you," he argued.

He had a point.

You shrugged, nodding and then he was moving his hand to be away from yours, wrapping itself along your waist to pull you closer, "But I will pay, just because you deserve it." You hummed out a questioning tone, asking why you deserved it since you had done those things and he was just beaming at you, "Well, my baby deserves everything."

You faked a gag, pushing him away but not being able to hide the smile that slapped itself onto your face, immediately returning to have your arm wrapped his waist instead. "Whatever," you muttered, heart full over how he called you his, how it slipped off his tongue so easily.

Even as you were sat next to each other in the cafe, cheeks both red with cold while you had your pinkies intertwined, sipping it as you both sat in comfortable silence, you realized something.

The hot chocolate couldn't even compare to how warm his care made you feel.

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fullmoonandstar · 2 years ago

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just leaving it here in case you’d be interested! Literally anything for Leto Atreides with femdom dynamic would be awesome!! ❤️‍🔥 everyone is writing him as a dom :( this is for you - 💐

This took pretty long but I hope it was worth the wait <3

I watched the movie but it did not help me that much with the characters. Leto is hot though. He is regal but also compassionate and I dig that. It's very tragic what happens to him but that's what fanfiction is for right?

Also, I’m surprised bc literally all of Oscar’s characters feel like closet subs lol

The timeout

Leto x Reader

Cw: dom! Afab Reader, sub! Leto, angst, thigh riding, urethral play (not very detailed), grabbing by the neck (explicitly not ch*cking or breath play, only used a gesture to assert dominance), pwp

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: Duke Leto Atreides has sent for your services tonight with a special request that you almost refused but not for the obvious reasons.

Or You are a professional dom who usually doesn't have feelings for your clients until you do.

A/N: I literally only saw the movie so no guarantees on any details XD In the movie they address Leto as "my lord" or "sire" but with his title of Duke it should be "Your Grace" and that's what I used here.

The guards at the door looked only from the corner of their eyes as you approached the Duke’s camber as if just knowing that you were there was improper. They could probably hear what was happening in the room on the other side of the wall. Just for the sake of the Duke’s safety, this would make sense. You recognized one of them from the last time you had been called to the palace, that time too he had been on guard duty here. You stopped in front of the door and waited. The guard who you already knew pushed a button behind him and wordlessly opened the door for you.

As you stepped into the darkness, soft lights flicked to life, hidden in the ceiling and the floor their light bounced off the walls and filled the spacious bedroom with a warm atmosphere.

When the door closed behind you all sounds were shut out and only the silence of an empty room remained. As soon as the Duke of House Atreides would arrive, you two would find a way to fill it.

You sat your bag down on the bed and let the cape slide down your shoulders. You could not hang it anywhere, so the cape found a place on the floor next to the bed. It made you wonder if this was by design, that the Duke got off on the sight of your clothes in his chambers. On the other hand, for someone of his rank, the Duke’s private room was modest, almost utilitarian. Only a bed, a few storage cabinets that you did not dare to even touch let alone open, and a place to sit and write. No lavish wall hangings, statues, or other frivolities were to be found here. This bedroom with its lack of pomp reflected its owner well.

You opened your bag and looked at the tools inside. Earlier today a messenger had come to your home and had given you a note from the Duke. This request was quite specific and had come with the explicit choice to do it. You could have declined if it went against your taste or ethics. Normally people could not outright decline a request from the Duke like this and that alone made you feel special.

Usually, you would not come this early but today you had to prepare a bit before he would come to meet you here. He would leave his last meeting of the day, eat an in-between meal, then he would come into this chamber and expect to let himself fall under your guidance. It must have been quite a hard time for him if he wanted something more extreme than the last times you had been at his service. On the other hand, there was some natural progression with which people used your service. It always started out light followed by a phase of self-exploration until they found the limit of what was still comfortable. As you lay out all the things you would need at hand your mind inevitably shifted to the last time you had been here. The same warm light had shone on the Duke’s sweat-covered body as his hands grabbed at the soft sheets, not knowing what else to grab onto while his release swapped over him. The thought sent a chill down your spine. Today you had almost declined the Duke’s request and it had nothing to do with his request. Maybe that would have been better for your mental state. Even if he was not the Duke, Leto would be the most gorgeous man you had ever seen and you had made him chase his release for hours until he forgot even his own name, only bagging for you to have mercy on him. The image of Duke Leto naked, shining with sweat and needy, laying in this very bed while you sat next to him unable to get yourself off. It drove you insane. Last time you had gone back to your home and with trembling fingers, you had rubbed yourself until you came but it was not right, it was not enough. You had gone to your closet and chosen a toy but you were careful not to use one that was close to what you had seen earlier. You knew which one was approximately the right size but did not dare to use it. He was still the most powerful person, not only on this planet but the head of a whole system of planets. He could have you beheaded at any time that it pleased him. Duke Leto was not known to do such things but if you stepped too far out of line that was no way of knowing what would happen. Even if he was not one to relieve people of their heads, others in his inner circle may not be so kind. Every time you had sat in this camber to satisfy your ruler’s needs you felt blasphemous for wanting to feel his tongue between your legs and his heavy glory stretch you wide open. It was preposterous. He was the regnant and you were his subject, just because this was your profession did not mean you were entitled to taking what you wanted, no, because this was your job he expected you to be professional about it, not soaking your underwear at the thought of him. There was no way you could ever …

The scraping of the door made you jump and your heart hammered in your chest. He had appeared: Leto Atreides, Duke of House Atreides. By the gods, he was stunning. Recently his deep black hair had become streaked with white. Some men looked old once the first white appeared on their heads but the ruler of Caladan only became more regal. The dark grey uniform he wore highlighted his wide shoulders and despite the simple cut, it made him stand out as the most powerful person on the planet. Why would someone like him need a pompous outfit when he could enter a room wearing the finest clothes the spinners of the known universe could produce and have it be comfortable too?

The lines that stress and age had drawn on his face melted when he smiled in the most dazzling way.

“Your Grace.”

You bowed down as he took a few more steps into the room and the door closed behind him, shutting out the murmur of the palace and the prying the ears and eyes of the guards once again.

“You have prepared already? I’ll get ready then.”

He unfasten the belt around his waist and tossed it onto the pile of your cape.

"Come."

"Yes, your Grace."

You straighten. Your guts began to tighten into a hard ball as you walked over to him. The Duke looked at you expectedly. You willed your hand to stay steady but they shook when you reached for the collar of his jacket. The small hooks with which the Jacket was fastened resisted your trembling fingers and did not help your nerves.

"Should I call the camber lady?" he jested with an amused smile on his lips.

In his day-to-day life, the camber ladies helped him to get dressed and undressed but you hated the thought of more people knowing that you were here, so your clumsy fingers had to do. His hot breath fanned over the skin of your hands as you fumbled with his collar. You were aware of how close you stood and his smell tickled your nose and set your gut on fire. Some traces of perfume, the lingering smoke of the pipes some of the ministers loved to smoke, and a smell that was unlike anything else, his own smell that never vanished. You fought the urge to bury your face in his neck. How had you done this in the past? One of the tiny hooks finally came undone and you let out a sigh of relief. There was a second one at the base of the collar while the rest of them were along the back. You did not dare to give into your desire to kiss his neck but one thing you could simply not avoid. Your fingers ghosted over the side of his neck as you move to open the other hook and tried to hide the hitch in your breath at the feeling of his hot, soft skin.

The next hook opened easily and you stepped behind him. Your fingers followed the seam to the hooks on his back. Opening each one rewarded you with a bit more of his bare back. You swallowed hard and bit the inside of your cheek, all to not touch him again even though everything screamed to touch his hot skin. The last hook came undone and you took a step back. His Grace let the jacket slide off his arms and you pried to the gods of the old days to give you strength or strike you down where you stood. Neither happened.

As always he turned to face you and you did not know where you should look. Into his warm brown eyes, the swell of his chest, and the plains of his stomach were all not good choices for different reasons. You chose to avoid the choice with a bow, not as deep as before but at least you did not have to look at him. He turned to go and wash off the day in the bathroom that belonged to this room. Just because you could only see his shoes that did not mean that the rest of him was not in your inner eye. Again you had to think about the torture of having to watch him come over and over without any relief for yourself and two words slipped your lips.

“Your grace.”

Still bowed, you saw his shoes halt at the sound. His stare weighed heavy on you even if you could not see his brown eyes. What were you thinking? You could not ask for this. Your stand was too low to even think about asking, and yet the experience from the last times made your gut twist into a ball of dread.

“What is it?”

You could not bring the words to come out. Would you be instantly executed for even saying it? The guards were just outside the room and could hear more than you dared to think about. You should come up with something to say that was not the truth. Maybe you could still save your neck.

“I…“

The blood rushes in your ears and your head burned as you just stood there, staring at the Duke’s boots.

“You can talk freely,” he said in a painfully soft voice. It made your heart somersault in your chest and you pressed your lips together, hoping to keep the words inside. You hoped he would let it slide and enter the bathroom instead if you just did not say anything.

The sound of your name on his lips was like a boulder that rolled right through your wall of willpower. How could you deny him the information he was asking for?

“Can I …? Can I get my release today?”

The silence that followed was deafening, it weights so heavy on your shoulders that you wanted to sink to your knees and the only reason you did not beg for forgiveness was that you were afraid to move. You were still alive even after saying that meant that the Duke had not realized what you had said and any movement could mean your end. So you stood frozen in place, holding your breath and listening for something but only hearing the rushing of blood in your ears. At any moment now the door would open and the guards would storm in to take you away or worst, relieve you of your head right there. Duke sucked in air and you pressed your eyes shut. Maybe he would just get his weapon and do it himself.

"Yes."

The word was like a needle that pierced you and the anxiety balloon that had kept you standing was losing air.

"You can," he rang for the words while you still could not believe that you would probably live to see the next morning. "You can use my body as you see fit."

As always, his Graceretreated into the next room to take a bath and get in the headspace for want was about to happen. Usually, you did not need that time to prepare but today you sank down on the edge of the big bed and try to calm your hammering heart. He had said yes, and not just that. "Use my body as you see fit". How much trust he had to have in you to say that?

When the door to the bathroom opened you had composed yourself because now the roles were reversed and you had to take care of Leto. He wore plain, dark grey pants and a simple shirt of the same color. If you had not known better you could have believed that he was just another guy from the streets, a very handsome one though.

"Come over here."

You pointed to a spot right before you. Leto’s brown eyes lit up and the wrinkles that years of politics had craved into his face began to smooth. The time that he spent with you were the only moments where he was truly unburdened, free from what was going on outside of this room and you intended to do your best for him. Inside you still trembled from what he happened before but he must not see that now.

"Kneel," you instructed when he reached the spot where you wanted him. Leto could barely hide his excitement and sank to the floor. The hard stone was surely unpleasant to kneel on but it was a low level of discomfort compared to what he would experience today.

"Aren’t you a cute puppy?" you said and grabbed his chin. Others would have found it strange that you used the word "cute" for this middle-aged man but with his adoring eyes on you, it was hard not to feel that way. You scratched his soft beard and took three steps around him until you stood behind his back.

The very first time you had been here had been all about wants and limits. One particular thing had crystallized in the following session, Leto needed one thing above everything else to get into the right mindset: a ritual. Every session after the 2nd one had started the same: he went to wash up or take a bath, and you would call him over to you and make him kneel. Now came the final part of this ritual before you started the next part. Your hand traveled from his right shoulder over the firm chest to the other shoulder until you had him in a chokehold and you could feel his heartbeat against his neck. It was just tight enough that he could feel you but did not restrict his breathing.

"You are going to do exactly what I say."

"Yes, ma’am." He breathed the words more than he said them.

"Will you follow my orders?"

"Yes, ma’am."

"Who is in charge here?"

"You are, ma’am."

Your whole body was lit up and tense. With every answer you could feel him sink more into your arms, eager and pliable. It was time to ask the last question, to finish your prologue.

"Who do you belong to?"

He sucked in air between his teeth and you gave him a tiny squeeze.

"I belong to you, ma’am."

"Good."

You released him and took a moment to calm your shaking legs before stepping in front of him. Keeping up the image of authority was important here.

"Stand."

He obeyed eagerly and rushed to his feet.

"Strip."

Now, this gave him a pause. Usually, he had kept his clothes on or only took off some things later. Leto reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head with a gleam in his eyes. He was a bit proud of his body, you realized. Vanity was not a characteristic you thought he had yet here he was enjoying you looking at him. Despite his schedule, Leto must take some time to take care of his body and it showed in his muscular arms, round chest, and flat stomach.

"Strip," You repeated in a warning tone when he did not move to remove the rest of his clothes. Leto looked into your eyes as he hooked his fingers under the hem of his pants and pulled them down. He had forgone any underwear, so he was now completely exposed.

"Lie down on your back."

He sat on the bed and got into the position that you wanted. You took the rope from the bedside table, grabbed his right hand, and lifted it over his head.

"Your other hand."

You tied his wrists together and onto the headboard of the bed. His half-hard erection twitched when you tightened the robe.

"Don’t struggle too much. You will be punished if you get bruises on your wrists."

"Yes, ma’am," he breathed.

Now came the fun part: the tease. He had a special request but that did not mean you could not do something else first. You ran your fingers over the soft inside of his arms down to his chest and he whimpered. The inside of his thighs was especially sensitive and when you dragged your nails over the skin there he twitched and his eyes fluttered shut. You enjoyed the soft skin beneath your finger too much. You could probably spend hours just running your fingertips over some places that were smoother than the rest like the patch of skin right on his hip bone. The hairs were dense around the middle but quickly vanished towards the sides. You did not quite know why the feeling was so satisfying but you could hardly get enough of it.

Leto could only watch as your hands explored all the soft spots of his body. He was painfully hard already and you had not even started.

"I think it’s time now, don’t you?"

He stared at you with wide eyes when you took a box from the nightstand and opened it. The metal rods inside reflected the dim light of the bedroom on their polished surfaces. The two thinnest ones were made from a harder metal that did not bend as easily but was harder to manufacture and thus was more expensive. This kind of stimulation was overwhelming and for most, it was too much to take. You took him into your hand and he sucked in air through his mouth. So silky and hard. Your mouth was watering but you showed a neutral face. Be professional. Even after the little conversation, you had had you felt a barrier in your mind that did not let you do anything other than what you were here to do.

When the lubricated rode slowly entered, his mouth opened but no sound came out. Even though there was no objection you were careful. You did not know if this was his first time doing this but it was better to proceed carefully.

When you moved the road Leto’s body tensed, his hands gripping the air in hope of finding something to hold on to. His drawn-out moan resonated in your body until it pooled between your legs. Here you were again, helplessly turned on, with a hammering heart, a dry throat, and sticky underwear.

You needed to do something about the throbbing heat between your legs and straddled his thigh. His eyes flew open when your wet core made contact with his skin. He strained against the cuffs and his hands clenched and unclenched. He wanted to touch you. You dragged your hips back and forth and the whimper it drew from his lips made you clench. What would you give to sink down on the beautiful hardness in your hand? Anything, but it felt wrong, out of reach. The resistance in your mind was stronger even than that urge. You tried to see the bright side, denying him the feeling of being inside of you seemed to be pure torture for him too.

“Please,” he whimpered. Words came hard to him in these moments with you so how desperate must he be?

“Do you want to be inside of me,” You asked in the calmest voice you could muster.

A strangled moan was his only answer. Pulling the rode out almost pushed him over the edge. He gasped and looked at his erection in your hands, his eyes bagging even harder than his words ever could. You grabbed his chin and made him look into your eyes and said: “No, you're not getting that.”

He whined and you rocked your hips faster, pleading to the gods of old for a quick release while Leto squirmed trying to deal with his helplessness. He wanted to touch you, feel you, and cum inside of you, but you denied him all of that and it was driving him mad. You closed your eyes, concentrating on your clit dragging over his thigh that was slick with your arousal. You placed your hands blindly on his body for support and you were still surprised at how hard his muscles were for someone who did not have to work physically. Even for you, there was something deeply animalistic ing about the way muscles felt. It satisfied the oldest parts of you in the darkest corner of your subconsciousness. With a moan and curse on your lips, you pushed yourself over the edge of his thick, hard thigh.

For a few breaths, there was only a comfortable nothingness all around you. The world manifested from the edges again, first the murmurs of the halls beyond the walls, Leto’s controlled breathing, his sweaty skin under your palms and pressed against your core, your own hammering heart, and your labored breathing. You opened your eyes to Leto staring at you with a mixture of wonder and desperation.

Maybe it was time to give him his release too. You took his erection into your hand and stroked it slowly.

“Did you like watching me?”

He did not answer but you had a feeling the answer was yes and I hate it.

“You have been good today. Now come for me.”

Leto was indeed so good that he came on command. Another beautiful moan accompanied the hot streaks of milky liquid that painted a pattern on his chest.

You gave him and yourself a moment to catch your breaths.

“Come.”

You held out your hand for him and lead him to the bathroom.

Taking care of him until he was back to himself was also part of your job and one that you enjoyed just as much. You took a washcloth from the shelf and soaked it in warm water. The soft, thick material must feel nice because Leto closes his eyes as you clean his body from his release and the sweat.

“I didn’t know,” he said after a while. His eyes were present again. This was no longer your submissive pet but your ruler that stood in front of you.

“You don’t want your other clients.”

It was not a question. Most of the people you assisted did not turn you on, in fact, only very ever had and wondered why he did.

“No,” you confirmed.

“Since when?”

“The second time.”

The first time had been quite normal but something had changed. He nodded.

You stopped with the washcloth and averted your eyes. It was improper of you to look into his eyes directly now that you were done with your job.

“You know you have to tell me honestly when I ask you,” he said and you nodded. “Do you want to kiss me?”

A heat wave ran down your body as if you had been dumped into a hot pool of water, head first. You had to answer honestly but it was a blasphemous thing to say. He took a small step towards you and made you look into his eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.”

You expect to be tackled down by the guards for saying such a thing but it did not happen. Instead, a hot mouth attacked your lips. Even though you could see it coming you were still taken aback by his action. For a few heartbeats, you were frozen in place, while your mind tried to understand the situation but every clear thought flew out the window when his tongue slid over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth in response and your hand tangled in his soft hair. He moaned into your mouth when you angled his head by pulling him into the position you wanted by his hair. His hands on your hips brought you closer until your body was flush against his, still-naked form. You lost yourself in the kiss and only pulled back when you ran out of breath.

"Please don’t hold back next time," he breathed and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead.

A/n: I didn't know how to end this but also did not want to write more XD

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crypticjackal13 · 2 years ago

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can i request a oneshot about redson x reader is the daughter/son of the spider queen romantic when they are actually really sweet and always treats redsons wounds and they secretly like him but dont want him to find out cause their afraid their mother wont approve of it and he doesn't like them that way

Awww ok

I took this in a lot of directions AND included a happy ending bc it's for my mental health ;-; pls enjoy!

"Sparks Fly" (1622 w.c)

Redson x GN!Spider Queen's Child!Reader

Pronouns: you/yours

CW: author is projecting slightly, some food mentions, anxiety, you might cry?? I know I almost did!

For your dear friend Redson, it was entirely different. His parents didn’t “boss” him around per se, but they did give him guidelines in terms of how he should do things. On his own he was a force to be reckoned with who just happened to have an infinite supply of firepower.

Being royalty was never easy. For you, it was living in frankly dank conditions underground as your mother, the Spider Queen, worked endlessly to expand her power. You helped out wherever you could. She showed you a certain softness to you that she didn’t spare for anyone else, refusing to let you go into life-threatening situations and demanding that if that was the case that Goliath go with you. The biggest muscle of the group, of course.

You two had met some time after the New Year’s incident, when you just wanted a break from hearing your mother complain about her losses. You bumped into him out on the streets, and originally he was slightly afraid of you considering your spidery appearance and how he was a target of your mother’s venom. But from there you actually got to talking and developed a friendship of sorts. He wouldn’t admit that, insisting it was a matter of being allies and perhaps taking over the world on your own rather than with your parents.

“Y/n, you’re playing with your food again. You skipped lunch, I want you to have some dinner.” Your mother snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times and then took a bite of your meal, but you could feel her eyes on you. Searching for discontent.

“Did you get up to anything interesting today, hon?” She asked. You shrugged.

“Not really. Went to hang out with a friend,” you smiled at her. Her interest was piqued at this—who else were you socializing with outside of the caves? “I was wondering if I could actually take one of the bikes out for a ride tonight? The weather’s gonna be really nice.”

“Who’s your friend? You should bring them for dinner sometime.”

You hesitated. If you told her it was Redson, there was a chance she would go after him a second time.

“Um…it’s this really nice guy.”

She hummed inquisitively. You were still looking at her waiting for an answer to your question, but she was clearly trying to figure out who else you knew.

“Oh, and yes. You may go out tonight. But I want you home before midnight.”

“Thanks, mom! I won’t be late, promise!” You finished the rest of your food and went to give her a quick hug. She gave you a fond smile as you waved to her on your way out. What you didn’t see as you left was that she had Syntax log in to some of the CCTV cameras around the city so she could keep a protective eye on you.

You were far from concerned about how the public saw you when you were out and about. With your purplish skin and bright green eyes along with a pair of fangs that were almost as large and sharp as your mother’s. You were feared—this isn't necessarily a problem. But you wanted one fiery demon in particular to see you as pretty, as worthy of proper love like you’d heard about in movies and books.

“Took you long enough.” Redson was sitting on a bench in the park you two often met up in. It was almost directly in between the paths to your respective houses.

“Sorry, I was eating. Mom was interrogating me.”

“About what?”

“I mentioned I was hanging out with someone, so she was trying to figure out who.”

“You didn’t tell her it was me, right?”

“Of course not! Now, come on, I wanna show you something!” You urged him to get on his bike and follow you, and thankfully it wasn’t a long drive to get where you wanted to be. There was a spot by the river where they would be doing fireworks that evening, and you wanted to go watch. If you played your cards right, you might even be able to tell Redson how you felt about him. You’d gladly help him get away from your mother’s venom if you needed to, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Look! It’s starting!” You pointed up at the sky from the back of the crowd that came for the same reasons you did. Redson adjusted his glasses and looked.

“It’s pretty cool.” He said. It didn’t seem like much on the outside, but you knew that meant he was enjoying it.

You two stayed and watched until the very end of the show, and stuck around even after most of the crowd had dispersed. Worries were bubbling up and it was showing in how your palms grew to be clammy and your face heated up.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Redson poked your arm.

“I’m fine, just thinking!” You stammered. Was this a good idea? Should you just back out now and go home, so that way no one would even need to realize that something would have happened?

“Well, alright. Let’s get ready to leave, then.” He turned to start walking back to where you two had parked your vehicles, but you stopped him by grabbing his sleeve.

“Wait! There’s uh…” you let go as soon as his eyes locked with yours. “Something I wanted to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I like you a lot! And I wanna be your partner!” You blurted out, keeping your gaze fixed on the ground. Your breathing was heavy as you took in the fact that there was no going back now. It was quiet for a moment, until a warm pair of hands took yours and intertwined your fingers together.

“I really like you too.” He was just as nervous as you were, since his hair was flaring up without him being upset.

This surprisingly peaceful moment was interrupted by your phone beeping. Looking at the screen, it was your alarm to start heading home.

“I have to go. Otherwise she’ll send someone to get me.”

“Me too. Let’s go.”

You two went back to the park. You were about to watch Redson leave, but his path was blocked by Goliath. Syntax was here too, removing his weird headset thing. And behind you was your mother.

“Mom, I was just heading home!” You got off your bike to face her, but you were looking at Red out of the corner of your eye.

“I know. And no worries, you’re not past curfew. However, this is much more interesting,” She stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder and looking at your (now) partner. “Tell me, hon. Were you gonna surprise me with just the fly I wanted on my web?”

You moved away from her for the first time in your life, going to stand by Redson and minding your stance as you stared at her. Your gaze was determined and you kept your eyes peeled for any sudden movements from the two figures behind you.

“I wasn’t. I was having fun and enjoying some quality time with him.”

“What, like you two get along? Y/n, dear, you’re a little far out of his league.”

“We do get along! We’ve been friends for months now! You just haven’t noticed ‘cause you’re always working!” You ranted, the words all leaving your mouth before you could properly filter them. Your mom was shocked at this, her eyes widening in surprise. “You’re always busy. I wanted to talk to new people. So I did, and um…now we’re lovers.”

Well, that Band Aid hurt to rip off, but it was done, and Redson took one of your hands to squeeze it reassuringly. Tears were welling up in your eyes. Your mother dropped her menacing facade. Her dress swayed as she approached you on her mechanical spider legs.

“You love this kid?” She gestured to Redson. You nodded, trying so hard not to cry. “And you love my kid?”

“With every part of me.” Redson answered. She opened her arms to you, and despite your fear, you embraced her. You sobbed into her torso, begging her not to hurt him. She shushed you, running her claws through your hair.

“I’m sorry, y/n. Sorry I haven’t been giving you my time. And I’m sorry you think I’d lay a finger on anyone you hold dear, even someone I’d classify as an enemy.” She spoke quietly, so mostly just you could hear.

“So you’ll leave him alone?” You looked up at her. She shook her head.

“I will, but ONLY if he swears on his LIFE that he won’t hurt you. EVER.” She pretended to cradle your face in a funny way as she pointed a claw at Redson. He put his hands up to show he didn’t mean any harm. You stopped really crying and started laughing as she squished your cheeks.

“I promise, I won’t!” He half-laughed, wondering if it was appropriate for him to join in on the sentimentality.

“Good. Now go ahead and run along, otherwise your parents will come after me. And frankly, I ain’t up for that.” She waved her hands, as if dismissing the possibility, and Syntax and Goliath started heading back to the manhole to get back underground. Redson gave you a hug, before zooming off on his motorcycle. Your mother looked down at you.

“I promise you I’ll start balancing things. Relax a little. Work on not eating your partner...”

“No one’s eating anyone!!” You playfully tugged on her arm as she laughed to herself.

“But seriously, thanks mom.”

She patted your head.

“Of course.”

#lego monkie kid #lmk red son #lmk headcanon #lmk x reader #lmk #lego monkie kid headcanons #romantic oneshot #oneshot #redson x reader #lmk red boy #red son #lmk spider queen #spider queen #back on my spider loving nonsense #I don’t know if I’d wanna be her lover or her kid. Like either way I’d be happy as a clam but geez #In terms of Redson I can see the appeal…#very gender #anyways #*holds head in hands*

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