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adddddiiii · 2 months ago

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absolutely part 2! this is so cute and i’m glad that you loved that idea. also love our dog

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Things We Don't Say #2

Author's Note: Glad you liked part 1!

Contents: Damian Wayne x bestfriend!reader

The next time you and Damian met at the dog park, the air felt different. Maybe it was the way the winter sun clung stubbornly to the horizon or the faint tension Damian had been carrying lately, but something had shifted.

Penny was already dragging you across the park when you spotted Damian on the usual bench. Titus, ever the regal guardian, sat at his feet obediently, his tail thumping against the ground when he saw you approach.

"You're early," Damian remarked as you settled next to him, "you weren't supposed to be here until the evening."

"Maybe you're just late." You were slightly breathless from keeping up with Penny. "What's your excuse this time? Brooding? Secret mission? Titus holding you hostage for more treats?"

He huffed out a small laugh. "None of the above. For once."

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment and you studied his unusual demeanor. Damian wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve — quite the opposite, in fact — but you could always tell when something was off.

"You okay?" Your voice dipped to a gentler tone.

Damian glanced at you and his green eyes narrowed slightly, as if debating whether to tell you the truth. Honesty wasn't always easy for him but you had a way of making it feel less daunting.

"I have been distracted," he admitted, his gaze falling to the grass in front of him.

You tilted your head. "Work stuff?"

"No," he paused. His fingers brushed over the edge of Titus's leash. "It's... personal."

You nodded, letting a silence settle between you. Damian had always appreciated how you never pushed or prodded, but simply waited.

Penny bounded over at that moment, breaking the stillness as she dropped a stick by your feet. You leaned down to grab it and tossed it back into the field with a grin.

"She's relentless," you laughed.

"Much like her owner," Damian quipped, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Hey!" You flicked his arm with your fingers lightly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were complimenting me."

Damian hesitated and his smile faltered. "Maybe I am."

You blinked, having been caught off guard by the sincerity of his tone. For a moment neither of you said anything and the weight of his words hung in the air.

"Damian-"

"I know it's not the right time," he interrupted. His voice was quieter now. "But you mean more to me than anyone else ever has. And I care about you more than I should, more than just a friend should. I wasn't supposed to feel this way but..." he exhaled sharply, as if the words had been dragging him under, "here we are."

Your heart stumbled in your chest, caught between disbelief and something you couldn't yet name.

"I-" you started but before you could finish, Penny came barelling towards the bench, crashing into Titus and sending both dogs into a tangle of fur and leashes.

The moment broke and laughter spilled out of you as you leaned down to untangle the mess. Damian watched you, a faint smile making its way on to his face despite the interruption.

"You're laughing," he said in a wry tone.

"I'm not laughing at you," you looked up at him, "I'm just... surprised. In a good way."

"Surprised?"

You nodded and stood up to brush off your hands. "You're an idiot."

"Excuse me?" He blinked up at you.

"You should've told me sooner," you sweeped away a stray tuft of grass from his jacket, "because I feel the same way, Damian. I have for a while now."

Relief washed over his features, his shoulders finally relaxed. He let out a small laugh, one that made your chest ache in the best way.

As you sat back down on the bench, the dogs yipped excitedly and ran around the bench.

"Guess they're happy we worked it out," you grinned.

"More observant than most people," Damian replied, his tone lighter now.

As Titus settled back at Damian's feet and Penny began chewing her stick, you leaned closer to Damian. He didn't pull away. Instead, his fingers curled around yours, grounding you both in the quiet realisation that everything had changed — and for the better.

#🦜 anon #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #robin #bestfriend!reader #dc #dc universe #dcu #batfam #batman

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rhiannonsknife · 6 days ago

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Hiiiii! I'm a huge fan of your work!! May I please request a fanfic of Jackie Taylor x Sunshine! Reader? Reader absolutely loves arts and crafts and does it day long. Jackie and Reader don't have a lot in common but they're drawn to each other. Maybe they even fuck as reader is painting??? Perhaps the reader wanted a painting of them like that?

May I please claim 🦜?

── COLOR ME YOUR COLOR, DARLING

— summary: your girlfriend visits you in your atelier.

— warnings: fluff. established relationship. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni. didn’t beta read this and kinda rushed through the nsfw part, so it ended up a bit short. anyway.

the smell of paint hits jackie the moment she steps inside your atelier, blending with the scent of coffee from the two cups she carefully balances in her grasp. she nudges the door open with her shoulder, her free hand pulling her spare key from the lock before slipping it into the pocket of her jacket.

sunlight filters through the large windows, casting bright afternoon light across the space that’s overtaken by half-finished projects, watercolor palettes, and more supplies than you probably need but jackie couldn’t possibly name if she tried.

you’re standing with your back turned, too absorbed in the work to notice her presence, humming softly to yourself until a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.

“you know,” jackie says, “i think you’d forget to eat and sleep if i let you!”

at the sound of her voice, you turn, catching sight of her leaning against the doorframe. “is your practice already over?” you blink as if you’re only just registering the time.

jackie huffs a small laugh, shaking her head as she crosses the room. “see?” she teases, and presses one of the warm cups into your paint-smudged hands. “you’re proving my point here! it’s 4:30”

you take a sip, sighing as the warmth spreads through you. “you’re my angel”

“i better be,” jackie smiles. she studies you for a moment before nodding toward the canvas. “how long have you been sitting here?”

you shrug, already distracted by your project again. “a while?”

she perches on the edge of your desk, careful not to disturb the scattered sketches and open books. her eyes scan your latest piece; something abstract, bright, and warm.

it’s funny, really. on paper, the two of you would make no sense: jackie, all soccer games, and pep rallies, perfectly put together and effortlessly admired. you, forever covered in paint smudges and endless creativity, always lost in some new artistic obsession. somehow, against all odds, it works.

jackie grounds you when you forget the time, and you remind her to slow down, to breathe. you balance each other, in a way, and have been together long enough that jackie has a spare key to your atelier and no longer questions the paint you inevitably leave on her clothes when she pulls you in for a hug.

“you really could take a break, you know?”

“i could...” you agree. “or you could keep me company while i finish?”

“you’ve been at this all day!” she protests, pouting. “i feel like i should demand some quality time!”

jackie steps closer from behind. you raise a brow at her over your shoulder. “quality time, huh?”

“before you say anything,” she rolls her eyes affectionately, “watching you paint while i sit quietly in the background doesn’t count!”

you grin, dipping your brush into the paint. “i thought you liked watching?”

“i do,” jackie admits immediately, nudging your arm. it’s not something she has to assure you of: she shows up to your atelier first thing after soccer practice, even when she doesn’t have to, gladly watching you work in the quiet. “but i wanna do something together today!”

you tilt your head, amused. “like what?”

jackie hesitates, then shrugs. “i want to paint too!”

that makes you pause. it’s not like you haven’t suggested it before, countless times, actually, but jackie was always the one to turn you down, insisting that art was your thing, not hers. you turn to face her fully, narrowing your eyes. “i thought you said you were bad at it?”

“that’s why i have you!”

you gaze flicks to the half-finished painting in front of you, then back to her. “you’re not touching this one!”

jackie gasps, pressing a hand to her heart theatrically. “wow. no faith in me at all!”

you laugh, already grabbing a fresh canvas and carefully setting it up, replacing your current work. “it’s not about faith,” you explain as you rip off the plastic wrapping. “it’s about the fact that i actually like this painting, and i know you’d get bored halfway through and start doodling soccer balls in the corner!”

jackie doesn’t argue, probably because she knows you’re right. instead, she steps closer, her hands settling lightly on your waist, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder from behind. “fine, fine. i have a better idea anyway!”

you smile, leaning into her touch as you set everything up for whatever jackie is planning.

“hear me out,” jackie presses closer, voice dipping. “i’ll draw,” her fingertips glide over the fabric of your shirt, tracing soft patterns against your back. “on here. and you’ll paint whatever i draw. team effort!”

you glance at her, skeptical. “that’s your idea of quality time?”

“of course!” you can’t help but shiver slightly at her touch, even as you try to hide your smile. jackie’s hands are warm, her fingertips leaving a trail of heat as they linger on the fabric of your shirt.

“alright, artist,” you reach for your paint palette, ”what color are we using?”

jackie hums in thought. “hmm…blue!”

“dark blue? light blue? sky blue?”

she sighs, dramatically. “i don’t know! the nice one!” her eyes flicker over your supplies, scanning all the shades of blue you’ve got. “you know what? just take pink instead” she nudges the side of your neck with her nose and points towards a light shade. “that one”

you snort, grabbing a brush. “you’re really taking this seriously!”

“i am!” she insists, one hands still resting on your waist and eyeing the assortment of brushes. “take that!” jackie points lazily toward a smaller brush.

“that’s a detail brush, jax. i need something bigger if i’m actually gonna paint what you draw!”

she groans, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “god, you’re such a perfectionist!”

“i’m the perfectionist? i just take my work seriously,” you counter with a smile she cannot see, but grab the brush she picked anyway, just to humor her. “let’s see what you got!”

at that, jackie perks up, her fingers pressing against your back. she starts out slow, drawing a shape between your shoulder blades. “heart,” she murmurs, confirming what you already guessed. you guide your brush across the canvas, recreating the shape with strokes of pink.

when you finish, you wait for her next move. her fingers jump into motion again, tracing something new, more precise. letters.

j.t.

your hesitate, your lips twitching. “your initials? really?”

jackie grins, her fingertips trailing up and down your spine. “you said i could pick!”

your shake your head, but the brush moves anyway, copying the letters onto the canvas. jackie watches, pleased, her hold on you tightening slightly as she shifts closer. “looks good,” she praises.

hyper-aware of how close she is, you swallow. the full length of her body is pressed to yours, holding you comfortably. “yeah,” you manage, barely above a whisper. “it does”

just as you’re about to dip your brush back into the pink, her hands slide down, fingers grazing lower along your waist instead of your back. you pause, sensing the shift. “jackie”

“hm?” she presses the faintest kiss just below your ear. “i think we should switch colors,”

you exhale sharply, trying to keep your grip steady. “do you?”

“mhm,” she hums. her hands rest against your stomach now, thumbs brushing over the hem of your paint-streaked shirt. “red,”

you feel the word more than you hear it. as much as you want to stay focused and not give in to jackie immediately, it’s impossibly difficult with the way her hands are splayed across your skin, how her lips are skimming just below your jaw. you swallow hard, keeping your eyes on the canvas. “red?”

“yeah,” she murmurs, kissing your neck again slower. “it suits you.”

“you’re trying to distract me!”

“is it working?”

yes. god, yes.

you don’t say that, though, just force yourself to dip your brush into the red paint, feigning focus.

jackie laughs softly. “look at you,” she teases, dragging her lips down.

you squeeze your eyes shut. “you’re-“

“here,” she pushes her hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest with both palms, cupping your breasts. “oh?” she whispers teasingly when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra. “try that,”

jackie's teeth nibble on your earlobe as her thumb and forefinger circle your nipples. you shiver, head lulling back against her shoulder. “ah, ah, ah!” she scolds. “paint!”

“wha-“

she squeezes them to cut you off, your words morphing into a sharp yelp. “circles, baby,” she says matter of factly, soothing the sharp sting out of your nipples. “circles.”

you comply, at least, reaching for a larger brush to move it in circles across the canvas. the colors spread evenly over the blank background, creating circular patterns that mirror jackie’s touch.

“mhm,” jackie hums, her mouth brushing your neck. her fingers roll your nipples some more, pulling them into full hardness underneath the fabric of your shirt before she runs her hands downward against your sides until her fingertips reach the waistline of your pants, then dip lower.

they leave goosebumps in their wake as she pushes them into your underwear, all the way down, until her middle- and index finger press against your clit.

“o-oh-“ your thighs part instinctively under her gentle touch.

“paint…” jackie singsongs into your ear, simultaneously rubbing featherlight circles.

you try to keep up with the motions, to capture jackie’s touch on canvas before it passes, but it’s hard when she’s gotten so familiar with the outline of your body: she knows exactly where to press, where to dip and rub to get you close to the edge without actually pushing you over it.

jackie gathers your arousal on her fingertips, scoops it up where it’s dripping from you, and spreads it across your stiff clit smoothly.

“that’s it,” she praises when you, even through the haze, manage to repeat it in soft shades of pink and red. “fuck, you’re so wet”

your knuckles whiten under the force of your tight hold on the brush. “jackie,” you sigh, the painting in front of you shifting out of focus as she presses harder between your legs. “jackie, jackie, jackie!”

your hips jerk forward to chase the feeling of her fingers, to have them where you need them the most. “shh it’s okay” jackie assures. she’s biting her lip absentmindedly, looking down to where her hand has disappeared in your underwear. “it's okay, i got you”

you spread your legs a little wider, your body pulsing for her. a gasp falls from your lips at one particular good motion, her fingers curling against a spot that has your eyes rolling back in your head.“is that good for you?” she asks.

you can only give her a short nod before you throb against jackie again, every nerve ending in your body aching. she feels it, too, the way your cunt convulses against her, gushing slick over her fingers. it’s been mere minutes and you’re already trembling from the force of an imminent orgasm.

jackie uses her thumb to stimulate your clit, pumping two of her fingers into you at once. your body accommodates the stretch with ease, walls fluttering around her while she rubs you in tight circles.

“holy shit- right there! right there!” you cry as your body melts into jackie’s embrace and the brush clatters from your hands, paint splattering from the bristles.

this time, jackie doesn’t scold. she keeps up her pace, peppering the back of your neck with soft kisses while you work your body towards its height together. her fingers are steadily fucking into you and you roll your hips against the heel of jackie's hand. it seems harder for her to pull out all the way now, as if your walls are too tight, sucking her into yourself greedily.

she drags along your soft, velvet walls and pushes against your g-spot in a come hither motion each time, coaxing the pleasure out of you easily. she feels your orgasm long before you do, when your body starts to shiver and you clench around her. “come on, baby” she whispers. “i know you’re close, give it to me.”

and, oh, you do. the pleasure in your stomach tightens impossibly until it suddenly snaps and your back arches into jackie‘s front.

when you cum, your legs tremble with the force of your orgasm. they almost give out altogether, but she holds you upright, working you through it until you have no more left in you and collapse against her.

jackie only stops when your limbs start shaking from overstimulation and her wrist begins to ache. then, she slowly removes her hand from between your thighs, holding you through the aftershocks. once you have caught your breath, you let out a chuckle, wiping sweat from your forehead with the back of your head.

“so,” jackie murmurs, nudging your throat with her nose. “this does count as quality time now”

she tilts her head toward the forgotten canvas, her chin still resting on your shoulder: the streaks of pink and red cover and smear over what’s left of her initials and the heart. “pretty sure we ruined our masterpiece!”

you turn your head, eyeing the painting. “abstract,”

she rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn’t fade. she just tugs you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

“c’mon,” she murmurs, her palms brushing down your arms before lacing her fingers through your paint-stained ones. “i’ll help you clean up”

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