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starryhyuck · 4 months

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truth or dare? (m)

pairing: dom!hyuck x afab!reader

words: 2.3k

summary: a little game of truth or dare leads to one of your oldest friends shoving a dildo up your ass. who would've guessed?

genre: pure smut

warnings: dubcon, use of dildos, daddy kink, anal sex, double penetration, breeding kink, face riding, squirting, degradation

“how old are we?”

renjun smirks at your question. “scared of a little truth or dare?”

“yeah, come on,” donghyuck sighs, immediately pulling you down next to him on the floor of your apartment. “don’t be a loser. let’s play.”

many rounds of whiskey later, you find that truth or dare is actually really fun when you’re drunk off your ass. jeno’s already been stripped down to his underwear due to jaemin’s loud praises of jeno’s ‘strong upper body.’ mark is giggling loudly and leaning onto chenle, who’s pinching his cheeks every few minutes and announcing how cute he is to the whole group. jisung is clumsily trying to clean up and keep everyone sane. you’re leaning on donghyuck, sighing softly as you grow weary.

“oh, no, i think someone’s tired,” renjun teases, leaning over to pinch your cheek. you swat his hand away.

“i’m not tired,” you blubber, blinking rapidly to try and prove a point.

renjun rolls his eyes. “if you’re not drunk then, truth or dare?”

“dare,” you say confidently, holding your head up high.

“i dare you to let hyuck use one of your sex toys on you.”

the room goes silent. the boys in the room become uncharacteristically sober, eyes wide at renjun’s request. donghyuck has gone completely stiff next to you.

“renjun,” mark hisses. “you can’t ask that.”

“why not?” you question before renjun can take the dare back. you stand up and everyone eyes you warily. “c’mon, hyuck. i’ll show you what i have.”

you march to your room before donghyuck can respond, opening your nightstand drawer and rifling through your various toys of pleasure. humming to yourself as you decide which toy to choose, you miss the sound of donghyuck entering the room and closing the door.

“um, we don’t have to do anything. renjun was probably joking out there,” he mumbles awkwardly.

you giggle, pulling out your favorite dildo and gesturing for him to join you on the bed. “it’s fine. a little action won’t hurt anyone.”

before you can unzip your skirt, donghyuck is quick to cross the room and stop you.

“i’m serious. you’re drunk and i’m not letting anyone pressure you into anything right now.”

you pout, staring up at him and batting your eyelashes innocently.

“but i’m wet already. and you know the rules — the dare isn’t completed yet, and i don’t want to lose the game, hyuck.”

donghyuck has to restrain himself after hearing the desperation in your voice. you look so fucking pretty like this, skirt bunched up around your hips and fuck — he can see the glisten of your wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

he shuts his eyes tightly.

“i’m just going to leave.”

as he turns to exit the room, you grab his wrist and whine.

“hyuck, please help me. i know you want to,” you say, trying to get him to focus back on you.

you quickly shimmy your skirt down your legs and clumsily shove the dildo into his hands. he swallows before turning to face you again, eyes bulging at the sight of your lacy white panties completely soaked.

he softly curses to himself.

“h-how do you like it?”

you smile at him and hook your thumbs through the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down so donghyuck can see the fabric cling to your pussy from how wet you are. you giggle at the sight of his growing hard-on and drool pooling at the corner of his lips.

“well, you have to come on the bed to help me, silly. how are you going to use that toy when you’re all the way over there?”

you’re like a siren calling out to him as he slowly crawls on top of you, fingers shakily pressing the dildo to your entrance. you stop him before he pushes it in.

“you need to prep me a little first,” you laugh, grabbing his chin and pulling his lips to yours. donghyuck makes a startled noise before quickly reciprocating the kiss, tongue swiftly colliding with yours.

“can i eat you out?” he begs, all hesitation thrown out the window.

you nod and smile. you grow confused when he suddenly lays beside you and points to his face.

“sit on it, please?”

sober you would be concerned about potentially cutting off donghyuck’s source of breathing, but drunk you simply shimmies your way until your core is seated directly on his mouth. you gasp when he slurps at your pussy like it’s his last meal, nose bumping into your clit at the friction. your fingers grip the strands of his hair and you slowly move your hips until you’re basically riding his face like it’s another one of your toys.

you throw your head back and moan loudly, not giving a fuck about your group of friends that are still playing truth or dare outside your bedroom door.

his tongue is doing wonders on you, sending tingles down your spine at your approaching orgasm. you drag your cunt across his tongue like your life depends on it as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap.

you reach your high when donghyuck suddenly wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. your vision nearly goes black as you experience one of the most intense orgasms of your life, encouraged by donghyuck’s desperation to make you cum and the lingering buzz of alcohol.

it isn’t until a few minutes later when you’ve almost passed out next to him that you realize you’ve squirted all over his face. you catch him licking his lips to try and savor the taste.

“shit,” you mumble weakly. “sorry. didn’t know i was going to do that.”

to your shock, he rolls over to connect his lips to yours once again. the kiss is even more desperate than the first one, with donghyuck gripping any piece of skin he can find while you taste the remnants of your release on his tongue.

“i like you,” he suddenly confesses, pulling away briefly.

you blink twice at him. “what?”

the tips of his ears turn bright red. “i’ve liked you for a while — that’s why renjun was being an asshole and gave you that dare. they’ve been teasing me for weeks since i couldn’t get the courage to confess.”

“and you decide to do it now? after i squirted all over your face with no warning?”

“i actually think this is the best time to do it. i literally just fell in love with you even more.”

you shrug in acceptance before pulling him down to kiss you again. he awkwardly pats his hands over your bed until he locates the dildo he threw to the side.

“do you want me to use this on you now?” he asks, lining the toy up to your entrance again.

you hum. “how about you lube me up and put the dildo in my ass instead? i think i’d rather have you in my pussy.”

he swallows. “i love you.”

“yeah, you said that.”

you direct him to the bottle of lube in your nightstand while you turn over to get yourself ready for him. chest pressed against the mattress, you reach back to spread your cheeks for him. you faintly hear him reciting “i love you” over and over.

you moan when you finally feel the lube drip down your hole and donghyuck’s index finger slowly pushes in.

you whimper at the intrusion. “a little more, hyuck.”

he follows your orders and another finger joins the first.

“you’re so tight.”

you’ve had things in your ass before — sometimes you enjoy a finger in your ass to help you cum. however, the feeling of donghyuck’s fingers probing one of the most sensitive parts of your body is enough to light your body with a growing heat.

“mmm, i’m ready,” you say deliriously, reaching behind to tug at his wrist. “fuck me now, please.”

“are you still drunk? i kind of want to do this when you’re not so inebriated,” he murmurs cautiously, even though if he doesn’t put his dick in you right now, he might actually die.

“i’m okay,” you assure, feeling a lot less floaty than you did when you first came in the room with him. “just want you in me, please.”

you hear him shuffling to take off his clothes and he retracts his fingers from your ass. you groan at the loss, feeling empty.

“hyuck,” you whine when he takes too long, pushing your hips backwards. “hurry up.”

“i’m here, i’m here,” he assures you, lining his tip up to your entrance. “wait, should i put a condom on?”

you’re about to throw a tantrum. it’s like he’s purposely trying to edge you.

“no, just go in raw,” you hiss, deciding to take matters in your own hands and grab the base of his cock, shoving him past your dripping walls.

he moans at your desperation, watching as his cock disappears into your glistening cunt. a lust-filled frenzy overtakes you and your body moves on its own accord, hips twisting and forcefully shoving your cunt back on him until his balls slap your clit.

donghyuck watches you fuck yourself on him like a bitch in heat, hungry for your orgasm with or without his help. he knocks some sense into himself and steadies one hand on your hip to still your movements. you’re about to complain again before you feel the familiar tip of your favorite dildo start to stretch your other hole.

“fuck,” you cry, definitely making a scene for both your group of friends and nearby neighbors.

the distracting combination of his cock in your pussy and a dildo in your ass gives donghyuck enough time to regain control of the situation, pounding into you and expertly pushing the toy as deep as it can go.

you swear you can see stars flash behind your eyelids. you’re on the verge of falling deep into your subspace, which normally requires a lot more time and energy for you to lose it.

soon enough, you’re reduced to nothing but a crying mess for him to use.

“so pretty,” he compliments, watching your body grow weary and slump against the mattress. he rails you harder until you can both hear the squelch of your pussy echo in your room. “i’ve wanted to see you like this for so long. was going to steal one of your panties tonight when you thought i was in the bathroom. isn’t that pathetic?”

you get no warning when your next orgasm hits. your legs tremble by the strength of it, and donghyuck shows no signs of slowing down.

“so good,” you whisper, relishing the sensation of being stuffed full. “cum for me, daddy.”

“oh?” you hear the astonishment in his voice. “am i your daddy now, sweetheart?”

“yeah,” you cry. “cum in my pussy, daddy. need your cum so bad.”

“want me to breed your little cunt? stuff you until you’re dripping? let all the boys out there see what a slut you are?”

your moans grow louder. “yeah, daddy. i’ll do anything you want.”

“you want to be my pretty whore, hm?”

“i want to be your pretty whore,” you whine, feeling absolutely zero shame at your lewdness. “make me your whore, daddy, please.”

donghyuck suddenly withdraws the dildo from your ass and replaces it with his cock. you climax at the change-up, pussy clenching around nothing as he sodomizes you.

“you were just desperate for me to fuck you tonight. gave you so many opportunities to back out but you instead treated my cock like your own personal toy,” he hisses at you, having no mercy with the strength of his thrusts. “tell me you love daddy too.”

“i love you, daddy,” you reply automatically. “want you to fuck me like this all day.”

“yeah? want me to pound your little pussy until you cry? make you prove that you really love me?”

“i love you, i love you,” you chant, pulling your cheeks apart once more. “cum in my ass, daddy, please.”

he gives a few more thrusts before warm spurts of his cum shoot deep into your ass. you smile blissfully when he slumps against your frame, chest pressed against your back.

you both attempt to catch your breath as best as you can. you feel him press a kiss to your shoulder.

“i know you didn’t really mean it, but i like you a lot and i hope i can take you out on a date tomorrow to change your mind about me.”

your brain is still a little hazy but you try to locate a semblance of sanity.

“i did mean it. i like you too, i always thought you were cute. i just never wanted to make things awkward for the group dynamic.”

“really?” you can hear the happiness in his voice.

you nod. “you can take me on a date tomorrow. i mean, you already fucked me in my pussy and my ass. no turning back now.”

he turns your head so he can press a kiss to your lips.

“let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

he helps you to your feet as your thighs tremble from the intense fucking you just received. when he swings open your bedroom door, there’s a sticky note attached to the front that’s written in renjun’s messy handwriting.

congrats! you won the game, whores

“i mean, if they all left, we might as well fill all of my holes, right?”

before donghyuck can ask what you’re referring to, you’re sinking to your knees to take his cock in your mouth, his cum dripping down your legs.

he shakily props a hand up to steady himself against your door, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to have you.

#nct smut #hyuck #haechan smut

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vamossainz55 · 10 months

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let's just drive (charles leclerc x reader)

inspired by a request from an anon: would you like to write one for Charles where he can't drive his normal car (for whatever reason), so he asks the reader for help, but she's kind of nervous and thinks there will be some judging? a/n: i took the liberty of making her scared she'll crash, i hope that's okay. i just feel like it fit the prompt better (+ there's something that I don't like about this but idky- so my sincere apologies if you also feel it)

“Here you go,” Charles says, casually dropping the keys in your hand before giving your cheek a kiss. You’re not sure if he doesn’t notice the way all your blood has drained out of your face, or if he’s choosing to ignore it because he doesn’t mention it. Instead he circles around the car to go into the passenger seat.

He fumbles a bit with the door before closing it, having to awkwardly reach over with his left arm to pull the seat belt from the right. He struggles over the cast that’s wrapped around his arm, and for a second you feel sorry for him, but all of this goes away the moment he looks over at you expectantly.

“Come on,” He says. You notice the smile he attempts to fight back, the way he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and looks away. So he did notice I look nervous, you think to yourself. Dickhead.

Passenger princess. That is what all your friends had decided to call you once you had started dating your boyfriend. It had been an off-handed joke at first, one that was pegged because of your boyfriend’s career, but here you were almost two years into your relationship and the nickname had stuck.

Over the last two years you found yourself behind the wheel less and less, whilst finding more and more comfort in riding shotgun. It’s not that you hated driving, far from that, but he just loved it, offering to take you wherever you needed to go.

That is exactly why the sight of his 488 Pista is making you feel sick, extremely sick.

Regardless of your nerves, you somehow find yourself in the driver’s seat, pulling the seat forward to adjust for your own height. Somehow the car feels even scarier from the inside and you wonder whether calling an uber could be a choice.

“Did you really have to break your arm this week?” You ask as you turn the key. Of course you’re joking, well kind of. You just didn’t understand why you were the one who had to drive. The car roars as soon as the engine is on, and you try not to think how much power it actually has. You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you, amused by your whole ordeal.

Your hands are clammy as you hold the steering wheel, looking into the wing mirror. You’re about to change gears, eyes shifting back to the rearview mirror. Reverse, I can do it, you think. There’s a small second of silence right when you’re about to step on the clutch and you can practically feel Charles’ eyes burning into you.

The car reverses, only for a moment before it rocks back forward. You instantly wince, raising your shoulders to your face to wait for the impact that never comes. You hear a snicker from next to you and you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“You cannot be staring at me like that!” You say, cheeks flushed red, looking at him. Charles only continues to look at you, a smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head. He reaches over to hold your arm, thumb slowly rubbing at your skin. The touch sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’re acting like you don’t drive when I’m off racing.” Charles laughs in between his words, letting out a soft wheeze.

“Yeah- I drive my car. Not a ferrari.” You murmur, trying your best to let the heat leave your cheeks.

“You’re not going to crash it you know?”

“But what if I do?” Your question comes out high pitched and whiny, a stark contrast to how relaxed and laid back Charles seemed. He sucks a sharp breath between his teeth before letting it out with a shake of his head and a smile on his lips.

“First off all- you won’t,” He says as he reaches to turn off the car before reaching for your hand. “And second of all, so what if you do?” Charles asks, snorting at the shocked expression you give him.

“I’m sorry- are we forgetting how much your car costs?” You try to pull your hand away, wanting to prove your point about how stressed you actually are. He doesn’t let you though, only giving your clammy hand a squeeze.

“Actually, I don’t know how much it costs,” Charles says matter-of-factly. You can only groan, because of course Charles Leclerc does not know how much his Ferrari costs.

“Over two hundred thousand euros Charles.” His brow raises slightly, showing slight surprise and you’re a bit relieved by it, hoping that it would be enough for the idea of you driving to stray away. It doesn’t seem to work in your favor though.

“Wait- did you google how much my car costs before this?”

“How could I not?” Charles is back to laughing again, shaking his head in amusement. =

“Amour, it is going to be okay,” Charles promises. “I trust you.” His words are enough to get your shoulders to relax a bit, and for you to take a deep breath.

“But you love your car so much- what if anything happens?” You watch the way he brings your hand to his face, leaning down to pepper kisses into your knuckles. It helps in relaxing you, allowing you to let out a soft breath.

“Come on now, I love my car, but- I love you more.” He smiles at you as he gently puts your hand back down, but you don’t give in, only continuing to look at him with your lips pulled down into a pout. “If you crash it- which I am not saying you will, I won’t be mad. I’m the one that asked you to drive it,” Your silence fills the car and he squeezes your hand again to catch your attention. “Hm?”

“Are you sure?” You ask and Charles only laughs, rolling his eyes before pecking your lips.

“I,” he says before giving you another kiss, “promise that,” and another, “I love you” and another, “more than my stupid car” he finishes, sealing the promise with one last kiss. He takes his time with this one, enjoying the way your lips had curved up into a small smile. Bingo.

“Now will you drive?” He claims victory when you nod in response, pulling away to lean back onto his seat. There’s a moment of silence as your fingers shadow to start the car, but another thought enters your mind.

“Can I have one more kiss?” He knows you’re stalling, and at this point you’ll both be more than twenty minutes late, but he smiles anyways.

“Of course,” He answers, coming closer again. Who’s to blame him though, he did love you most.

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marksmelodies · 6 months

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nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

genre: idol x fem reader au

warnings: cussing, suggestive, sex

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mark

mark was currently running to the convenience store quickly getting some drinks as the rest of the boys were hanging out in the kitchen of their dorm.

“ man mark left his phone here” renjun says picking it up seeing spam messages from you

y/n: i cant wait to see you tonight markie <3

y/n: what time are you planning on leaving ur place?

y/n: just tell them you’re going to the studio or something

y/n: let me know when you’re on the way later, i wanna get all pretty for you, i’m gonna wear the new lingerie set you got me

y/n: even though you’re just gonna rip it right off

y/n: we haven’t fucked in so long, i might be really tight for you, i know you always complain how you finish super quick when i’m really tight, you might wanna cum once before heading to my place so you’ll last longer

renjun face immediately turns red after reading the messages, he knew he messed up, slamming the phone back down on the table he looks up at the members

“ i just read something i definitely shouldn’t have.”

renjun

you had just gotten out of the shower getting ready for a get together with the dream members, renjun came over before everyone else to help set up.

“babe did you buy more condoms like i asked, we used the last ones last night?” you yell to renjun through the house before the thought leaves your mind.unbeknownst to you the boys had arrived while you were showering, renjun mentally face palmed himself knowing the guys would never let this go… dreading looking up to see the boy’s reactions, before he could look up you walked out of your room “ junnie did yo - oh” you cut yourself off as you realized who all was in your living room already.

“babe??” jaemin questions

“ CONDOMS?!?! EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!!” haechan screams with his eyebrow raised.

“ i think it’s pretty self explanatory haechan, they’re fucking” chenle laughs

“ you guys heard nothing, i did not say a thing” you say walking over to renjun hiding your red face in the crook of his neck

“ good going babe” you hear him whisper in you ear.

jeno

you have known the boy for years now, you and jeno had been friends for a long time but just this year you decided to take it a step further, not exactly dating but not just friends, some would call it friends with benefits but it was more than that. today you and jeno were hanging with all of nct, once a month they hold parties where all the members get to hang out, some even bring their significant others.some members playing beer pong, some gaming others doing karaoke and chitchatting, everyone was having a good time. accept jeno.

you haven’t met all the members before being that you primarily hang out with the dreamies most often, yangyang approached you a little bit ago challenging you to a beer pong game, so as you two were playing jeno stood against the kitchen counter glaring at you with his arms crossed.

if looks could kill yangyang would’ve been long gone.

you jump as you win the game making yangyang chug the last cup of beer, he approaches you complementing you in your win, as you two stand there getting closer with eachother, asking questions about yourselves you look over to jeno who’s squinting his eyes in an intimidating way just waiting for the right moment to approach you two. as time goes by you realize that yangyang is in fact flirting, you awkwardly laugh trying your best to get out of the conversation however he keeps dragging you back, soon enough yangyang places his hand around your waist, you immediately back away as you bump into someone behind you, that very someone being jeno.

“ hey babe i’ve been looking everywhere for you” jeno says as he grabs your hips placing one hand around it as the other one goes to your ass, leaving a peck on your lips.

“ i see you’ve been talking to yangyang, yangyang this is my GIRLFRIEND y/n” he smiles

“ oh shit girlfriend?? my bad bro i thought you two were just friends” he says

“ it was nice talking to you, i think i should go” yangyang hurried away extremely intimidated by jeno

“ babe what are doing, there’s so many people here i thought we were keeping us a secret, and girlfriend.. i don’t remember you asking me out unless i’m so drunk i can’t remember” you push past him, he pulls you back into him with his strong arms

“ maybe i’m hinting something sweet girl, we’ll talk about it when we’re both sober”

as the night goes on jeno decides to play a shot game against a few members, taking shot by shot. members backing out one by one leaving jeno as the champion. the crowd watching as he takes his last shot, when he finishes everyone cheers for him, jeno clearly not sober, grabs you and kisses you on the spot in front of everyone, gasps heard from a distance you and jenos tongue fight for dominance, grabbing up on you he squeeze your ass pulling away

“ i knew it haechan yells”

“ let’s go to the bathroom babe i need my dick in you immediately” he yells loud enough for almost everyone to hear.

“ oh my god jeno you’re so embarrassing” you say leading him into the bathroom as the group freaks out over what just happened.

haechan

you and haechan we’re currently thousands of miles away from each other due to nct dreams tour.

“ i miss you pretty girl” haechan says over videocall

“ i miss you more hyuckie” you smile at him through the camera

“ where are the rest of the boys? aren’t you rooming with someone?” you ask

“ i’m sharing the room with mark but he’s in the shower right now, i think the others are asleep it’s pretty late here”

“ oh that’s right it’s nearly midnight for you, you should get some sleep love”

“ i’m not tired baby, actually i’m quite the opposite” he smerks at you

“ oh my god haechan don’t give me that look”

“ it’s not my fault i haven’t had your life changing pussy in so long” he sighs

“ you’re so dramatic.. but i admit i’m having the same problem over here”

haechans face drops into a serious look

“ come fly out here, i’ll pay for everything”

“ haechan be serious for five seconds”

“ i’m so serious y/n i need you so bad, i miss you so much, i miss your body and how it rides me so well, i miss your taste, i miss everything about you”

“ i’ll tell you what, go focus on your shows and do your best for me and when you get back you can sleep at my place and i’ll let you do everything you desire”

“ EVERYTHING?!?!” haechan shouts

“ yes baby everything, we can go at it all night if you really want” you laugh

“ YES ” he says in an excited tone

“ you’re the best, i could kiss you right now” he kisses the phone

once you two end your conversation and say goodnight hanging up the phone, mark walks out of the bathroom and lays on his bed casually scrolling through his phone.

“ so you’re fucking y/n? i would’ve never expected that” mark stares nonchalantly turning towards haechan

haechan stares at him with wide eyes

“ the walls are very thin” mark laughed

“ how much of our conversation did you hear??” haechan asks

“ enough to make me want to puke”

haechan rolls his eyes

“ don’t worry your little secret is safe with me”

jaemin

jaemin had to be back on stage in 15 minutes.

“ babe come on you’re going to be late,everyone’s looking for you” you say trying to push him off of you

you and jaemin are best friends at least that’s what you tell everyone, in reality you’ve been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. currently backstage in the dressing room jaemin has you sitting on the table, shirt pulled up exposing your chest as he feels you up, kissing every inch of you.

“ i’ll go back out in a minute i’m not done feeling all of you yet my love”

jaemin quickly lifts your skirt up pulling your panties to the side as he slips his pants down pulling his dick out and lining it up with you, he quickly thrusts into you

“ oh my god jaemin you feel so good” you moan

“ fuck your so tight” he curses under his breath

the door suddenly swings open as the members appear in the door way

“ oh shit, oh my god im so sorry, continue” chenle says immediately closing the door

“ oh my god your entire group just saw my titties” you say wanting to cry of embarrassment

“ it’s okay baby we can worry about that later, focus on me right now ” jaemin coos

you and jaemin open the door to see the members in the hallway, you grab jaemins hand looking to the ground in embarrassment

“i’m so sorry you had to see that” you say

“ i’m not, that was hot as fuck” haechan jokes as jaemin gives him the death stare

“ just remind me to never go near that table again” chenle says disgusted

“ by the way, you all owe haechan and i 20 bucks, i told y’all they were fucking” jeno says.

chenle

the boys decided for chenles birthday that they would go to his house and prank him by waking him up for practice screaming happy birthday and jumping on his bed.as they all approached his bedroom mark counted down and they all busted through the door, to their surprise they found chenle and you cuddled up in bed, your bare back facing the door and both of your clothes from last night scattered on the floor hinting that you were both naked under the sheets

thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper, so the boys sudden entrance had no affect on you whatsoever however chenle not so much, the boys stand frozen for a second before chenle groans shooing them to go away

“ shit go go go” they whisper leaving the room in a hurry

“ sorry” renjun whispers leaving the room shutting the door it abruptly opens again and a hushed

“hope y’all used protection” was said before shutting the door again.

jisung

due to jisungs recent ankle injury he wasn’t able to attend practice with the rest of the dreamies, the boys walked down the hall heading to their dorm after a long practice

“ i hope jisungs doing okay, he’s probably lonely being all cooped up in his room all day” mark says

“ are you kidding that kid is having the time of his life playing endless video games” jeno chuckles,getting closer to the dorm they hear slight banging getting louder the closer they get

“ what the hell” jaemin says turning door handle to their place

“ oh my god, yes jisung right there” you moan loudly

the dorm is filled with loud moans shared between you and jisung,the bed squeaking and the headboard banging into the wall slightly causing the picture frames on the other side of it to shake

“ cum for me baby” jisungs voice echos across the dorm

“ oh my god” jeno says as they all walk back out into the hallway quickly evacuating the dorm after realizing whats going on

“ holy shit our little innocent jisung is getting laid” haechan says as everyone stands there shocked on what to do next

“ there’s a good place to eat right down the road why won’t we give them some time” jaemin suggests

“ god i just cant believe jisung is corrupted, he’s been putting on a façade this whole time” haechan continues

“ let him be haechan at least he’s getting some unlike you” renjun laughs

“ man our youngest is all grown up” mark says “ he better have wrapped it” he adds

“ OH MY GOD WAIT WAS HE FUCKING Y/N” chenle gasps as the whole groups come to a halt, the boys stand there in the middle of the street contemplating what to do

“ we have to go back and see for ourselves” they say in unison, running back to the dorms

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Thanks for reading lovelies!!! hopes you enjoyed!!! <3

#nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream imagines #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct dream reactions

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shrugs-a-lot · 17 days

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More VBS things

Few headcanons under the cut

Kohane has little hampter hands, she also has a unconscious tendency to try to constantly keep them occupied. This means she likes grabbing things which includes but is not limited to her squadmates clothes or fingers. This can happen while walking or mid conversation:

- An is the one it happens to most often: She places a hand on Kohane’s shoulder? Kohane’s fingers will come up to tangle with hers if she leaves it there long enough. They’re walking side by side? You guessed it, Kohane’s intertwining pinkies or grabbing the bottom of her sleeve until An initiates actual proper hand holding, which somehow manages to make Kohane bashful 9 times out of 10. Kohane will even fiddle with An’s fingers at times instead of her own when nervous. An always ensures Kohane understands just how adorable her habit is, Kohane is never not mortified when she does so.

- Toya just silently goes out of his way to accommodate Kohane whenever it happens to him, it’s in the same way a person will find themselves stuck when a cute animal sleeps on their lap. No matter the activity, he’ll switch to doing it one handed: drinking coffee, awkwardly flipping the pages of a book he’s reading with his fingers, writing while his notebook keeps slipping away while Kohane obliviously plays with his other hand. Kohane will usually eventually realize and profusely apologize, releasing his hand, Toya will always reply that he doesn’t mind.

- Akito just… stared, the very first time she grabbed his sleeve while they were walking together. When Kohane noticed what she was doing Akito could have created an uncrackable password from the horrified noises that came out of her. He cut through it all to just gruffly say it’s fine and that she could do what she wants. He says nothing more about it when she starts regularly grabbing at his jacket and after a similar song and dance, his fingers. Internally though, Akito never stops finding it funny just how small Kohane’s hands are.

An, at a certain moment, discovers she likes giving nicknames, like, a lot:

- Toya is the very first subject, though it was initially on accident. After seeing how much he enjoyed his first nickname, An openly calls him by it for a good week until, on a random whim, she calls him something slightly different. Tono equally loved the second one as much as the first, so An goes by it for a few days more until she switches it up again. Ton Ton also really liked it. Henceforth, a cycle started, An would call him something new depending on her mood, and Toya would be delighted each time, like a joke that never gets old. Though there is a point where the names devolve into something that, no matter how much you squint, do not resemble the original name at all, much to the confusion of anyone who is not Transformer Truck.

- Akito is next to fall victim to An’s nicknaming, he does not take to it as well as Toya does. An gets a kick out of how unamused he gets when he hears one. Akito has threatened multiple times that he will stop responding to An unless she uses his actual name, he has yet to actually act on it. An has fun looping through the select names that tick Akito off the most while he loops between asking her to stop, groaning, or glaring. One day though, he retaliates by giving her a dumb nickname to see how she likes it, safe to say An found it hysterical and a sort of competition began between them to find the most creative insult to call the other. Potato face will never admit out loud that he finds it entertaining.

- Kohane’s kind of a special case, because while An does occasionally shorten her name of call her some variation of it, she takes more enjoyment in adding adjectives to the word partner as if it was a sort of game. An’s highest score is a 7 adjective chain that drove Kohane to try to sink under the table they were sitting at in sheer embarrassment. When An realized after a while that she can get away with using pet names or terms of endearment, Kohane was introduced to the wonderful world of being called a little cabbage in french after An decided to go worldwide with her names. Kohane, after a lot of thinking and hyping herself up, goes out and calls An her melody as a gesture of reciprocation, she only barely makes it through the overjoyed squeal and crushing hug that followed.

#project sekai #vivid bad squad #vbs #an shiraishi #kohane azusawa #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #doodle doo #vivids #anhane

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xo-cod · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/xo-cod/738798264594415616/141-k%C3%B6nig-sex-bloopers

sorry yeah that's it i meant irl it's not perfect and stuff happens sometimes :) whatever ignore this im silly

you're not silly, i loved this :') <3 this might be cringe and it's ooc/rushed/headcannons but LMAOO i tried my best :") nsfw/sfw ahead!

the not so sexy moments of sex with the 141

price trying to be all sexy and suave loosening his top and removing his bucket hat in an act of seduction which results in him stubbing his toe and yelping in pain for a good few minutes

gaz panicking at the thought of his cum going into your eye after a blowjob and proceeding to scare himself for days on the off-chance you develope some sort of eye infection

soap after getting slightly confused with what he was doing grabbed a diagram of a vagina and made you hold it so he could have better success rate of making you cum

simon screeching loudly after snapping on his latex condom a little harder than recommended. bear with him, he has to take a few minutes, his body took a screenshot from how intense it was

price ending up falling asleep during a hand job but in his defence he was on five days with three hours of sleep and a whole bunch of coffee that was keeping him going

gaz very confidently and with that half smirk of his, mid way giving you the best head asking you if you're about to have an organism

soap realizing very quickly that food play is not like the movies and that it stings/burns, proceeds to awkwardly hop and waddle into the bathroom

simon trying be all cute and romantic which results in him spooning you close to his body, only to proceed to hack and choke when he inhaled your hair by accident

price having the lack of coordination after he tried to undress himself trying to come over to the bed and ending up face planting into the floor with a huge thud and a string of curse words following by (this mans just stays falling LMAO)

gaz genuinely ashamed about tearing your expensive lingerie in his excitement that he gives himself a time out and learns the true meaning patience

simon, bless his heart, already breaking the bedframe in his excitement when he grabbed you and pinned you against it.

gaz frantically trying to get it back it up, cussing his cock out and trying to awkwardly laugh but it comes out as a cry for help

simon slamming his forehead into the doorframe when he tried to be all hot and sexy, proceeding to cut himself and cuss everything out within a 10 mile radius (never you though :3)

soap's confidence absolutely obliterating when he was so turned on he ended up cumming while trying to get inside you

gaz making you take a survey after sex and telling you to rate the experience and what he could improve on next time

simon absolutely enraged at the mark on your neck thinking someone had hurt you, completely forgetting he was the one to leave it on you and it was a hickey

soap falling asleep while trying to go down on you after he finished a long mission. his head was buried between the warmth and comfort of your thighs and his eyes fell like shutters, nuzzling deep unconsciously into your heat

simon just zoning out when staring at your tits, lost in a trance and you're wondering if he's going to actually touch them. he does so but after a good 15 minutes

price squeezing your tiddies to paw at them and get them all perky but ends up feeling your ribs in the darkness and gets excited.

soap just poking at your nipple mid thrust in pure curiosity. not even to flick or pinch them, just a small poke before he goes back to doing what he was doing

gaz having a sneezing fit when he tried to lick your neck and chest only to be allergic to the perfume you were wearing

#asks #LMAO i'm so sorry if you cringe 😭😭😭#simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #cod 141 #141 x reader #task force 141

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lestappenforever · 4 months

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I just saw a TikTok that said “imagine Charles playing basketball, points at you and says this is for you and completely misses 20 times in a row” and now I can’t stop imagining max awkwardly standing there while this happens.

I cackled at this mental image for fifteen minutes, so I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry, anon.

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Max Verstappen understands that people are different. He also understands that people have different definitions of fun. And it just so happens that Max Verstappen's idea of fun on a Saturday afternoon is not to be in a clammy gym that kind of smells like years and years of old sweat, with the loud, insufferable sound of sneakers squeaking against hardwood floor every few seconds while a group of not-even-a-little talented men run around, trying to get a basketball through the hoops.

It is, however, Charles Leclerc's idea of fun, apparently. And Max has long since learned that dating Charles Leclerc means that he will be spending some of his off-season days doing things he wouldn't usually subject himself to.

Such as watching his idiot boyfriend and his entourage of idiot friends trying to play basketball. Emphasis on trying.

Andrea isn't half-bad, but not being half-bad isn't very helpful when the other seven people on the field are absolutely useless. Max has long since lost track of how many times Joris has failed at his attempt to receive a pass, and Riccardo has been spending more time on the floor of the gym than on his feet. But worst of them all, is Charles.

Beautiful, wonderful Charles, who can navigate an F1 car through the smallets of corners at incredibly high speeds without issue, but who can't seem to get a basketball through a hoop to save his fucking life.

He hasn't managed to score a single point, and they've been playing for close to forty-five minutes already. It's nearing to the point of being painful to keep watching, but Max can't seem to tear his eyes away. It's like watching a car crash, and Max is captivated.

Another ten minutes pass before Joris demands a break, claiming to be on the verge of death, and the group makes their way towards the stands. Andrea holds his fist out for Max to bump once he's within reach, and Max obliges.

"How do you put up with them?" Max asks, watching as Andrea chugs half a bottle of water in one go.

"I ask myself the same question almost daily," Andrea responds with a sigh, which earns him an offended huff from Joris. Andrea rolls his eyes and pointedly doesn't acknowledge it further.

Max huffs a laugh and gets to his feet, making his way down onto the court and turning right, walking in the direction of the bathrooms.

Upon finishing his business and returning to the court, Charles is the only person who has returned to the court, and he's standing at the freethrow line in front the hoop closest to the bathrooms.

"Hey, Max!" the Monégasque shouts as Max passes him, and when Max looks over at him, the other man is grinning widely at him.

"Yeah?" Max calls back.

"This is for you," Charles shouts, pointing at Max and giving him one of his signature attempts at a wink — his worst attempt yet, Max finds himself fondly thinking — before throwing the ball in the direction of the hoop.

It goes flying over the entire thing, and Charles scrambles to retrieve it once it returns to the floor.

"Kidding," Charles tries and fails to sound nonchalant as he returns to the freethrow line. "This is for you!"

This time, Charles throws the ball so hard it slams against the board behind the hoop and immediately returns to the Monégasque's hands.

Max stares, unimpressed. Somewhere behind him, Andrea stifles a laugh — Joris flat-out cackles. From where he's standing, Max can see Charles' cheeks pinking slightly, and as the Monégasque glances at him, Max recognizes that look in his eyes.

Determination. Not unlike the determination he has seen in Charles' eyes so many times before a race.

"Ah, fuck," the Dutchman groans, as Charles makes a third attempt to make the shot. He fails, yet again, and immediately runs to retrieve the ball.

And so it begins: Charles trying and failing to get the ball into the hoop, from several angles and distances, and Max awkwardly standing at the sidelines, watching him the entire time.

He misses a grand total of twenty times before Andrea loses his patience and intercepts the ball before Charles can retrieve it for a twenty-first attempt, and announces that the game will resume, putting Max out of his misery.

Charles argues with Andrea in Italian and Max leaves them to it, returning to his previous seat to keep watching what is arguably the least impressive game of basketball he has ever seen.

Another half hour passes before the group decides to call it a day, and start packing up their things to go home. Charles, however, remains on the court even as his friends start departing one by one, barely even acknowledging them with a dismissive wave of his hand as they bid him farewell. Shortly after, Max and Charles are alone in the gym.

With a sigh, Max gets to his feet and walks onto the court, where Charles has once again tried and failed to get the ball into the hoop from the freethrow line.

"Wanna go home?" Max asks him once he comes to a halt a couple of steps from the Monégasque.

"Nope," Charles answers immediately, without looking at Max. His laser focus is trained on the hoop as he shoots — and misses.

"Are we going to stay here until you make that shot?"

"Yep."

Max rubs a hand over his face. "Do I have a say in the matter?"

"Nope."

"Lovely," the Dutchman concedes, and walks back over to the stands to take a seat.

It takes Charles thirty-three new attempts to finally get the ball in the hoop, bringing his total attempts up to fifty-three. Max watches every single one.

But it's all worth it in the end when the ball finally goes in, and Charles erupts into a wild celebration — falling to his knees and pumping his fists in the air as if he has just won his first World Championship. And Max realizes he would gladly sit there until the morning if he had to when he sees the look of pure, unadulterated joy on the Monégasque's face as he beams at Max.

Not that he'd ever tell Charles that, though. Because the man is insane enough to actually make him do it, too, if he knew. So Max applauds Charles' achievement and returns the grin Charles sends him with a matching one of his own, before he gets to his feet.

"Well done, babe," the Dutchman says. "Now can we go home?"

And Charles leaps to his feet and bounds over to Max like an excited puppy, throwing himself into the other man's arms and wrapping his own around the back of Max's neck.

"Now we can go home," Charles confirms, pressing a firm kiss to Max's lips that the Dutchman can't help but smile into.

It's a smile that fades quickly, though, when Charles pulls back with wide, excited eyes.

"I'm just going to try to make a shot from the half court line first," the Monégasque says, as he turns to look for the ball.

Before he can start moving towards it, however, Max grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him back firmly. "Absolutely fucking not," he huffs, using his hold on Charles' shirt to turn the other man around and shove him towards his things.

"But —,"

"Home."

Charles pouts the whole way there. Max pretends not to notice, because now it's Charles' turn to take part in Max's idea of fun: which doesn't involve leaving the apartment. Or the bedroom.

Being in a relationship means making compromises, after all. And, well, Charles kind of likes compromises.

#Asks #Anon asks #Lestappen asks #Lestappen drabble #My writing #I'm not taking prompts btw #I just couldn't not write this #Lestappen

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hanniluvi · 10 months

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💭 — NIKI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

my friends chose riki, so i’m doing a riki ver 🫶 ty sillies !!!

warnings : mentions of pet names “babe/love”, mentions of kissing

— seeks to your comfort. he isn’t too expressive with his thoughts, yet he finds himself telling you everything that was hard on him. when he’s down, he immediately wants to be in your embrace, as you would be willing to help him and play with his hair. he’s just that comfortable of showing that side of his to you, knowing you wouldn’t judge him <3

— definitely loves teasing. he loves joking around with his love ones, hence the amount of pranks he pulls on you. of course, he would always apologize while laughing at you. you get him back real good though!!

— loves taking silly pictures of you with him. like you both could be posing randomly and giggle about each other for a long period of time. he has a whole album of photos of you and him ! he likes going through the album when he’s gone and missing you a lot </3

— he lives for praise. i feel like he would feel extremely happy when you reassure him that he’s the best of the best. your compliments are the only ones he could ever think about. whenever he’s having a hard time, he just thinks of you, knowing you’d be cheering him on so hard right now.

— prefers action over words. instead of giving daily affirmations, he tries comforting you with touch. he doesn’t want to slip up when speaking, so he prefers doing little things like playing w/ your hands or just hugging. his touch is used to try to make you remember that he will always be by your side :)

— plus, why affirmations if you know he’s yours and you are his? but, if you’re someone who prefers that, he would try to sneak a few daily, just to make you happy :]

— starting off the relationship, it might be a little awkward bc he doesn’t know what to do!! you might have to be the first to initiate, or he just invites you to do whatever he’s doing, making you two bond <3

— if he’s been with you for a while, he’s always thinking about a second person, it’s become a habit. he goes shopping, would you like this as well? he’s out with the others, would you enjoy this trip too? he’s dancing, you’d be excited to see the choreography he made right? he’s just the sweetest </3

— loves texting you! sure, he loves calling, but texting is his thing. it’s more easy to come up with convos and not having to wait awkwardly on the other line. def a spam texter, but don’t mind him, he just wants to share everything w/ you :(

— likes hugging you from behind bc it scares you LMAO. like he could just suddenly appear and jump on your back, making you be all shocked

— “what the heck, ki?” “what? i can’t hug my gee eff now??”

— if you guys are real comfortable w/ each other, expect you guys clinging 24/7. watching tv? you’re holding him or you have each other’s legs on the other. sleeping? you’re cuddling. eating? he’s sitting next to you just so your shoulders touch. he loves you okay!!!

— sure, he got all that height, but loves being a little spoon! he’s fine w/ being the big spoon and sometimes ask to be one himself, but being the little spoon is his way of thinking that you’re always going to be with him no matter what. and bc you guys always hug/cuddle, he can’t sleep by myself without holding something. (you did that to him.)

— would blush every time you kiss him. like if he runs away, leaving a peck on your cheek, what do you think he acts under your touch?! like if you suddenly just go near him and give him a peck on the cheek, he’s all giddy and smiling to himself. oh, you can DEFINITELY feel him get red when you kiss him all over his face. begs you to do the lipstick trend on tiktok just for the kisses.

— probably giddy when you say “i love you” to him. he tries to keep his cool in front of the others when hear you say it to him. ps: it doesn’t work because he’s always smiling like a big dork. your dork only is something he would say.

— “ooo, look at our riki all grown up!” “jake, i WILL not—” you can imagine how it ends up <3

— not too big on pet names, maybe only uses it to tease you. if he were to use them, babe/love would be his go to.

— probably loves drawing/tracing your arms or legs when he’s bored. don’t be shocked if half of your leg is filled with HIS doodles. can you imagine a family of shin-chans… oml…

— would love teaching you. if you come from a different culture, he would love teaching you his. but if you’re from the same, you’d bond over that. he will js have to find something else to teach you !!!

— you guys make playlists together and rotate the three (one made for you, one made for him, one made by both of you) to listen to. leads to a bunch of singing and dancing <3

💭 — i only have 3 members to do after this omg..wonder who i should do next

ENHA PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @ixomiyu @yenavrse @shinsou-rii @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @yenqa @dimplewonie @bubblytaetae @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @starcubes @starikizs @wonioml @chirokookie @xiaoderrrr @neozon3nha @en-chantedtomeetyou @millksea @enhaz1 @eundiarys @woon2u @ja4hyvn @judeduartewannabe @j-wyoung @thia-aep @vampcharxter @softpia @officiallyjaehyuns @itsactuallylina @hsheart @sweetjaemss @ahnneyong @hanienie @jwnghyuns @kpoplover718 @jiawji @rikizm @haknom @yeokii @wvnkoi @tnyhees @teddywonss @shinunoga-iie-wa @flwrshee

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idyllcy · 9 months

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saying we're just friends, thinking you're my man

word count: 11.3k

warnings: non-explicit smut, heavy making out

summary: Distance gives the soul time to think, and Tim thinks he's in love with you.

It's a textbook relationship.

Tim can't count the number of times he's read a fic like this.

In fact, he can already imagine the tags on your love story. Strangers to lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fateful Encounter, Alternate Universe - College, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn... the list goes on. You'd probably have a field day trying to finish the story inspired by the one the two of you experienced. Though, as he brushes his fingers through your hair in the kisses of the morning sun, he wouldn't have it any other way — even if he couldn't form a coherent thought when you were awake and talking to him. God, you make him weak.

In the blaring heat of August at orientation, you landed right at his feet after getting shoved around in the crowd of students.

"You good?" He holds his hand for you, and you take it, pulling yourself up.

"Sorry! They're quite a crowd." You laugh awkwardly. "I'm, uh—" Your name tumbled past your lips, an apologetic smile on your face, explaining to him that you were trying to get to the English building through the crowd of students. Tim told you his name (only first in fear you'd recognize his last) and showed you a shortcut to the building. You had taken the messily scribbled image, airdropped it onto your phone, and you had rushed off with a thank you yelled into the air. Tim hadn't thought much about you. It wasn't as if you'd be in the same department as him. He also had minimal GE classes, so—

Two days later, you sit next to him in his only GE class. He was required to take English regardless of his previous experience with it. His AP classes hadn't been kind enough to remove the requirement. Not even the fives on both of his English APs could have helped him avoid the expository hell all freshmen were required to take. So, he meets eyes with you as you apologize for sitting next to him, confessing that he was the only face you knew.

"So? What's your major?" You blink at him curiously as the class waits for the professor.

"I'm in Cybersecurity."

"Woah." You mumble. "Stem..."

"You?"

"Creative Writing." You grin. "Well, build your own major. But Creative Writing nonetheless."

"A writer?"

"Yeah."

Tim had watched as you played Minecraft the entirety of class, only skimming through the syllabus for his late work, absence, and attendance policies. He's not sure if you even caught the way the professor mentioned there was a syllabus quiz next class. Though it wasn't his job to tell you, but he still felt kind of bad if you were to fail it. He passes you a note, and you pause your game, glancing at the note. You grin at him, opening your phone and showing him your reminder. You go back to your Minecraft world for the rest of class, information going in one ear and out the other. (Tim found out later that you actually listen, and gaming was only a focus tactic you used.)

At the end of class, you save your world, push your chair in, and sprint for the door.

Tim shared no other classes with you. In fact, the two of you only had one class together for all four years of your college lives. Yet, there was something about you that had stuck with him. He didn't know what it was, but he hadn't felt that giddy over someone since his last relationship, his heart racing in his chest, his head spinning. He pushed everything down in favor of being able to pay attention in class. Though his coding skills were spectacular, his writing skills were less than stellar. He didn't understand how writing just came to you.

Especially not when you fell asleep halfway through your first monthly timed essay and still scored a 97. He could learn a thing or two from you, maybe. Were you doing memory consolidation in the middle of the exam? He has no idea how you did it.

Your name slips past his lips as you pack up after one class.

"Yeah?" You tilt your head at him.

"Are you," he pauses, (a little embarrassed. Tim Drake, son of Bruce Wayne, CEO of WE, was in need of help. Of course he was a little embarrassed.) "down to tutor me? My grade in this class is less than... acceptable." He grimaces at how his voice goes quiet.

You smile. "Yeah. I'm down. I'll give you my number and schedule and we can arrange a time. Expository writing isn't that bad. It's just the same sentence structure with some BS and then you're done."

"Easy for you to say," He hands you his phone.

"No. It's just like how you have structure when you code." You click your number in, texting yourself and saving his contact before you forget. "There is structure in everything you do."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You beam at him.

Tim's next essay comes back with an 81. It's a big improvement from the 64 he scored the first time. You were right, the essays being the same thing over and over again. The structure is as easy as basic coding is to him. He understands you now.

He thanks you by taking you to the diner, paying for your meal.

You kick your legs at the booth, milkshake straw between your lips, lost in thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He raises a brow.

"Tim... what's your last name?" You frown. "It's fine if you don't tell me, but my friends have been asking who I've been tutoring and I realized I have no idea what your last name is."

"It's Drake." He scans your face for something when he tells you.

"Drake..." You pause, letting go of the milkshake straw. "huh. Like the CEO." You go back to your milkshake after the revelation.

"Not surprised?"

"I mean," You grimace at him. "You wear the down-low designer brands your adoptive father does, so not really. I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to pry in case you didn't want to tell."

"Down-low designer brands?"

"Bruce Wayne has a specific way of dressing casual." You bite on your straw. "I know this sounds creepy but I've done more research on brands billionaires wear than I'd like to admit."

"Does it have to do with your writing?" Tim thanks the waiter as his order is brought.

"Yeah." You smile sheepishly. "Is that creepy? Sorry."

"No. I've been expecting the unexpected from you for a while now."

You laugh. "Yeah?"

"I have an older brother who writes in his free time and the amount of things he's done for research is crazy."

"Right? Reddit and Quora are my saviors." You mumble. "I obviously can't kill for research, so the internet is my best friend."

"Do you search on incognito?"

"No. I prefer being able to dig up my weird research from my search history." You shrug. "I bet the FBI has me on a watchlist."

"I could check if you'd like."

You feign a look of shock. "Really?"

He smiles at you, and the two of you burst into laughter.

"You going to Connor's Halloween party next week?" You finish the last of your milkshake.

"Of course not." He deadpans. "Must I remind you I hate going out?"

"Awh," You pout. "I wanted someone to match maid dresses with."

"Excuse me?"

"For research."

The smile on your face suggests anything but.

"You can consider it as payment for all the times I'm going to tutor you."

"I've been paying you."

"No." You shake your head. "You pay me each time we have a session. I'm letting you pay me for the rest of the lessons by showing up to the Halloween party in a maid dress with me."

Tim looks at you incredulously.

"Actually, I'll even draft a contract if you don't believe me." You smile.

"And if I turn you down?"

"I'll find one of my friends to do it with."

"Then why ask me?"

"The thrill of the unknown? The endless answers you could have chosen? A grasp on your character better? It could be anything." You smile sweetly at him. "It's fine. You can continue paying me like you normally do."

"Who would you match with if not me?"

"Well, I was thinking Sam or someone else," You shrug. "but Sam doesn't celebrate Halloween. I'd match with the other guy friend, but one of my friends is into him so I don't want to make it seem like I'm making a move on someone I know she likes."

"So you asked me?"

"I don't know, Tim." You shrug. "You tell me. I thought you were a genius."

He leans in to read your face better. "I'd say you asked me because you're interested in me."

"Bingo." You grin wider this time.

"It's been less than two months."

"And? Hasn't stopped people from already hooking up." You shrug. "You can say no."

"See, I'd say yes, but Connor would take a photo and it would end up in our groupchat's blackmail folder." Tim slides his fries to the middle when he catches you staring. "You can have one."

"I thought you were a master hacker?" You pick a fry from the carton.

"Yeah, but friend code."

"Ah." You nod slowly. "It's okay to say no. I won't get offended."

"Maybe next year." Tim shakes his head.

"No worries!"

Tim stalks your Instagram on the day of Halloween, staring at the post where you're matching maid dresses with your entire friend group. In the back of his mind, he wonders, for a brief moment, if it would have just been you and him if he had agreed. The thought disappears just as fast, sighing as he puts his phone down and domino mask on. He had patrol. He could think about his mess of emotions later. Gotham needs him.

Your breath hitches from the spiked punch, your friends long lost in the crowd, your head spinning as you stumble onto the balcony of the apartment, resting your head on the cool of the metal railing, trying to calm the thumping of your head. You hear something rustle in front of you, the sound of someone swinging, and you open an eye to get a look. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of Red Robin.

"Hey—"

"Dude... your costume looks way too realistic." You press your fingers to his armor, pulling him onto the balcony with you, mumbling under your breath as you feel him up through his costume. The smell of alcohol is apparent on your lips, the smell of your perfume flooding his senses — your cheeks are flushed beyond repair, and Tim finds himself frozen in place as you practically straddle him, fingers running to his face. His eyes dart to your cleavage unconsciously, staring back up to meet your eyes when he sees too much. You look sinful like this. His breath catches in his throat as he tries to loosen your grip on him without accidentally throwing you off, and he finally presses a hand of his to your stomach, successfully getting you to stop.

"Sorry." You mumble.

"No worries." He rasps, pushing you back onto your seat gently — heart drumming in his head.

"Ey, Red Robin!" Connor calls from inside the house. "You made it!"

"I'm not here to party. I was checking in on you to see if you were being responsible." He sighs.

You blink at him, doe-eyed, fascinated, drunken stupor all over your face.

"You're real?"

"Yes." He mumbles.

"Sorry for touching you."

"You're forgiven."

You lean back into your seat with an exhale, pulling out your phone as Connor leads Tim further into the party. He speaks to Oracle to let her know where he was, and he exhales when she tells him B says it's fine. He nods at the people who compliment his costume as he passes them, and he grabs himself a cup of punch, pausing when the alcohol stings his tongue. He dumps it in Connor's sink, eyes trailing to where you were sitting, breath catching in his throat at the sight of some sleaze slinging his arm around you. He rushes over to you, fingers smoothing down your neck to your shoulders, warning smile on his face.

"She has company for the night."

The man scrambles as you look up at him, beaming. His breath catches in his throat.

"Careful. I might just take you home."

"Don't you dorm?" He raises a brow in amusement.

"No one said my home." You turn around to reach for his jaw, fingers trailing down, breath fanning his. Tim would let you do this. He really would. He'd kiss you senseless on the balcony at Connor's house, yet he knows better than to do so. You're drunk from the punch. He'd be taking advantage of you no matter how much you want this when sober. So, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, forehead meeting yours, every ounce of his willpower pulled into not just kissing you senseless here. If only you were sober. The things he would do.

"Where is she — babes! Time to go!" Your friend breaks the tension for him, pulling you away from him with a nod, alcohol riding off of her as well. He wonders if your driver is tipsy.

"I wanna go home with Red Robin..." You mumble, and your friend smacks you playfully. He notices one of you is sober, and he supposes that's enough. He heads back inside to find Connor.

Tim notices you miss class the next day. You text him to ask him to record the lecture for you, telling him the Halloween party was lit and you remember almost making out with a guy but your friend cockblocked you. Tim holds back a laugh in class, letting you know he'd email you his notes with the lecture recording. You thank him with an image, going offline immediately after. He clicks on his laptop, noting down whatever you might need. The recording would cover the rest. He sends everything at the end of class, your response instant. It wouldn't matter if you were absent from class. Your grade could take a hit.

He answers his phone when you dial him.

"Hey?"

"Timmers, you got Tylenol?"

"I can buy you some?" He offers. "I don't have class after this."

"Please? Oh, and throw in that one specific brand of bottled tea. I'll send you a photo." You grumble.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Like a dead girl walking."

"Taking that as a no. Want anything else?"

"I'll Venmo you the money. Bring me the receipt."

"You're sick. You can pay me back by actually being in class next lecture."

"Not hard. My head just hurts from the hangover."

"I'm guessing you got home safe?" Tim steps into the convenience store.

"Yeah. Our driver was sober. Thankfully."

Tim grabs the Tylenol and pauses. "I need the tea."

"Which convenience store are you in?"

"Metro."

"Aisle three by the American soda. It's green with white writing. You can read Chinese, right? It's Japanese but it says tea in Chinese."

"How'd you know?" Tim pauses. "Unsweetened green tea? The Japanese one?"

"Yeah. It helps a lot." You sniff. "Found out on google because someone made a compilation of you speaking foreign languages."

"So you assumed?"

"The part where you speak Cantonese, you were reading from a menu."

"Are you stalking me?"

"I'd prefer doing research."

"Stalking."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Tim checks out, tapping his phone to pay. He takes the bag and pauses at the sight of the instant noodles. "You sure you don't want anything else?"

"Nothing. Feel free to get what you need too."

Tim hears you drink something.

"I'll text you my dorm building and number. There's no pin to get in just let them know you're here to see me. I'm pretty close with the RA."

"Networking already, huh?"

"Whatever you want to call it."

You text him your dorm building and number, and he knocks on your door.

You open it with a weak push of your arm.

"Are you actually sick?"

"No." You thank him as he hands you the plastic bag. You pop two pills out, swallowing them with the tea. "I'm extremely hungover. I drank too much punch."

"And you didn't realize?"

"No. I was trying to drink my thoughts away." You sniff. "So? How'd you spend yesterday?"

"Handing out candy at the manor with Bruce." Which was a lie. He spent Halloween using every last drop of self-control to not kiss your drunk self senseless at Connor's place. He can still smell your perfume.

"Sounds boring."

"I do it every year." He shrugs. Also a lie. He spends every Halloween patrolling Gotham because it's the one night of the year where every single criminal decides it's alright to go apeshit.

"mm," You yawn. "I matched maid dresses with my friend group. I posted about it. Do you have insta?"

"No. I keep a low profile."

"So you don't have a private account?" You raise a brow.

"I do, but what makes you think we're close enough for it?" Tim mirrors your raise of brow.

You hold your hand to your mouth, pretending to be offended. "We're not close enough for it?"

"I'm kidding." He mumbles. "What's your handle? I'll follow you."

"You better not turn down my request." You reach for the green tea again, drinking it as you show him your account. He already knows your account. He figured he'd have to ask or else he'd be a hypocrite for calling you his stalker. Well, he's already a hypocrite.

"Ough!" You sit up straighter, reaching for your laptop. "Connor sent me these photos that the photographer caught of me and Red Robin" You swoon.

"You're into him?"

You blink at him. "Did I not tell you I run his stan account?"

"You do wHAT." He freezes. "Are you the girl who gets caught up on the news every other week because you accidentally fall while taking photos of him?"

"Yep." You grin. "He's my favorite Robin."

Tim was extremely conflicted at the discovery. In retrospect, he should have known from the way you seemed to climb all over him and pull him onto the balcony without second thought, but he's still embarrassed at the idea that you had fawned all over him. Yet he shakes his thoughts away as he peers over your shoulder to stare at the photos caught of the two of you — well, of you. You didn't know he was Red Robin.

There's a photo of you straddling him, feeling him up, and Tim's neck snaps to the side.

"Tim? You good? You don't need to look if you're uncomfortable, you know?" You remind.

"No," He swallows. "I wasn't expecting photos like this."

"Isn't the photographer good? I'd pay this guy to take photos of me at parties any day."

"Yeah?" Tim raises a brow as you show him the other two. One of him with his fingers on your collar, the other of his forehead pressed to yours, thumb between the two of you's lips. You explain to him in excitement that you would have kissed him had your friend not pulled you away because you needed to leave. Tim rests his back on your closet, nodding along slowly. He had homework to do. Yet he spent the rest of the afternoon in your room listening to you ramble about Red Robin, conspiracies reminding him of someone.

"So let me get this straight." Tim interrupts. "I'm on a time crunch. I have something for one of my compsci classes due soon and wanted to get the big picture."

"Oh. I'm sorry for—"

"Don't." He holds his hand out. "I stayed. You run the biggest Red Robin stan account on Twitter and you're planning on posting those photos like he's some kpop idol?"

"Yeah?" You tilt your head.

"Are the fans not going to get mad that he's making out with someone at a party?"

"No." You laugh. "His fans are used to him being in relationships. The most they'd do is figure out who that is, which is me, but that's it."

"You won't get death threats?"

"His fans aren't crazy."

"Yeah? You seem pretty mental to me."

You gasp. "Rude." You look to the side, sucking your cheeks in. "But not wrong."

"Yeah. If you denied it, I'd just pull up every single time you'd fallen while trying to get good photos of Red Robin."

You pout. "Shoo. You said you had something due soon."

"Last question."

"Shoot."

"You don't mind that he's never going to date you?"

"Timmers." You laugh. "He's a hero and I'm a fan. It's like asking me if I'm ever going to date a billionaire. It's impossible. Not written in the stars. It's a groundless dream."

"Yeah?" His own heart cracks a little when you mention a billionaire.

"Yeah." You smile. "Now do your work. You have a GPA to take care of."

"Got it."

Tim finds that nearing the end of the semester, you meet with him less and less, tutoring him on Zoom instead, apologizing, explaining that you had a ton of creative work due for your other classes. You had been planning on graduating early, he finds out. It was your freshman year, and you were trying to get your sophomore classes out of the way. He was bothered. It was incredible — the sheer amount of classes you took. It was more impressive that you had time to write your own creative works.

"So?"

"How did you score last time? I'm starting to think you have me tutor you still because you're into me." You joke.

"Ninety. All we have left is the stupid final."

"You're set then." You yawn. "Why still have me tutor you?"

Your mind wanders as you click on one of your assignments. "Oh, how about this, then? I have an interview I need to conduct for my journalism class, and you'd be the perfect candidate. I'm expected to record it in the building and it's due in three days."

"Three days?"

"I bet you have everything out of the way, huh?" You smile at him, batting your lashes. "Hm?"

Tim, does, in fact, have everything out of the way.

"And if I don't?" He likes teasing you.

"Then I'll ask one of my friends. The topic is the discussion of a topic you aren't familiar with. You're good with coding, something I can't do past basic HTML to edit how text looks." You hum. "I'm grappling at every excuse I can to hang out with you, if you can't tell."

"Oh, I definitely can."

"Great." You smile. "How does tomorrow at 8 in the morning sound?"

"So early?" Tim raises a brow.

"I'll bring us coffee. Give me your order."

"Sold."

Tim realizes at 3am that you never gave him a dress code. Should he show up in casual? Business casual? Semi-formal? Formal — no, formal attire seemed like too much. He grimaces as he's in the Batcave, irritation all over his face.

"Something wrong, Timmers?" Dick raises a brow.

"Yeah. What do you wear to an interview?"

"Depends what kind." Bruce answers, pulling the cowl from his head. "Who's the interviewer? Is it official?"

"A friend is interviewing me for a project."

"Final project or just a project?"

"Forgot to ask."

"You can't go wrong with semi-formal. Dress like old money." Dick hums. "Polo shirt and khakis. Throw in a sweater tied around your neck and you should be good to go."

"I agree." Bruce hums.

"Do you need to impress said friend?" Jason raises a brow from behind the two.

"Wh-what does that have to do with the interview?"

Jason smirks at the stutter. "Get Steph to dress you. She'd make you look good and dress for the occasion."

"I think I'll go with Dick's—"

"Half-buttoned dress shirt and dress pants." Steph cuts in, pausing. "No, that'll make you look desperate. Grey sweats, blazer, and a white tee. Dark colored blazer but NOT black."

"Why can't I just wear a polo shirt and just—"

"You want to look good, right? Roll the sleeves up to right before your elbows. Mess up your hair a little too."

Tim sighs. "It's winter."

"Drake. Do you want to look good for your crush?" Damian cuts in.

"She's not a crush-"

"Last time you said that you were still pining after your ex." Steph laughs. "If you really want to look casual just wear what you normally wear but add some perfume."

"She's interviewing me for my major." Tim finally gets to speak.

"Then just dress like you normally do." Dick pats him on the back with a laugh. "Hoodie and sweats. Wear a tee underneath if in case you get hot so you can pull it over your head and she can watch."

"Hey-"

"I agree with that." Steph smiles. "If you're lucky, your shirt will ride up a little and she'll get to see—"

"Got it!" Tim yells, groaning. "My usual clothing it is. I'll bring a blazer in case she does want me to dress semi formal."

"Attaboy." Bruce ruffles his hair as he makes his way up.

Tim groans. He's not going to get enough sleep for this.

You call him in the morning when the coffee shop you frequent isn't open.

"Mm?" Tim furrows his brows, morning voice evident.

"Coffee shop closed. You mind if I just make one at the convenience store for you?"

"Knock yourself out. You're early."

"I need to set up the equipment." You hum.

"What color should I wear?"

"Something not green. I'm in red. See you in an hour."

"See you." Tim mumbles back, ending the call. He sits up, bed hair evident, staring at himself in the mirror. The exhausted part of himself wants to go back to sleep, but the better part of him — the giddy, excited, coming-of-age-has-a-crush-on-someone part of him — has him sit up from sheer willpower. (something he finds he has a lot of when it comes to you) He gets out of bed, pulling for the clothes he prepped the night before, combing his hair for once. He'd like to look nice for the camera, for you, he thinks. It would be a little frustrating to see the stand-in CEO of WE dress so casually. He has some sort of reputation to hold up when he isn't a student. Though he supposes he's being interviewed as a student, so there's not much of a need to dress so well.

But he supposes he wants to impress you.

He arrives five minutes before 8, locking his car and knocking on the door to the room.

"Hey," You smile at him.

"You didn't lock the door." He locks it behind him. "In Gotham during winter?"

"I knew you'd be here early." You adjust the cameras. "Your coffee's on the table."

"Thank you," He takes off his coat, hanging it on the rack. "Can I know what questions you'll be asking me?"

"Next to your coffee." You yawn. "You're dressed nice."

"Is it too little?" He smiles at you apologetically.

"No. Not at all." You smile. "Not when I'm dressed like," You motion at yourself. "This."

"You look like a friend." He points.

"Honored." You laugh. "The cameras are set up. I rented the room until 11. Take your time with the coffee."

"You're asking about me?"

"Yeah." You laugh. "The goal is to gradually have you talk about why you chose your major so we can have a relatively deep conversation. It's an intro to interviewing course, but the professor's ultimate goal was to make sure we make at least one friend."

"Yeah?" Tim puts his coffee down, smile on his lips. "Am I that friend?"

"Yeah," You smile back at him. "You can ask me questions too. It's supposed to be a casual interview. I'll only ask you a question when we run out of things to talk about."

Tim discovers a symphony of information from you. You open your heart to him the same way he can to some extent, smile on his lips when he tells you about his days during high school and his earlier relationships, forgetting that this was an interview for your class and that you would probably have to go through hours of footage in response to this. The plush of the seat is warm underneath him, your voice is a melody to his ears, Tim nodding along as you tell him about the one time you snuck out of the house as a teenager and got your ass beat because you got caught. The smile on your lips is contagious, he finds. He hadn't fallen for someone this hard since his ex.

Tim took you to lunch that day, desperate to get to know more about you, desperate to know you. He would have called it a date if you had let him.

You had your laptop pulled up, sorting through the footage (the three hour long footage) of the two of you's conversation, nodding along and rambling casually, clicking through to cut more personal matters from the interview, only required to give your teacher a clip and the raw file's total length to prove that you two hadn't just staged a conversation. You take a fry from his plate, your sandwich finished on your plate, humming when you finish editing.

"Are you always this fast?"

"Depends on what context." You wink.

"You were pretty fast to upload those new Red Robin photos too." If he noticed the sexual connotation of your words, he didn't mention anything.

"Well, other than lighting, I don't really need to edit anything."

"Speaking of which, do you even pay tuition?"

"Martha Wayne Scholarship." You yawn. "Your dad is looaaaded."

You submit your assignment to Canva, yawning. "That was my last one."

"You finished all those writing assignments?"

"Writing comes to me like hacking does to you." You close your laptop, tucking it into your bag. "Thanks for lunch, by the way."

"Mhm." He smiles. "Glad you liked your sandwich."

"My favorite." You hum. "So? Any updates? New girl? New boy? Relationship? Your dad adopted a new sibling? What's new?"

"Siblings keep teasing me."

"Oh? For what? For me?" You press a hand to your chest, wiggling your brows at him. You burst into laughter when he turns red. "Yeah? Because of me?"

"I asked them what I should wear to an interview, and suddenly they were asking me if I had a girlfriend."

"Yeah? So what did you tell them?"

"Interview from a friend." His eyes meet yours, eerily sincere. "Why?"

(the use of friend leaves a pang in your chest)

"Curious." You shrug. "So? Going anywhere for vacation?"

"Just Christmas at the Wayne Manor. You know, the rich people gala?"

You shudder, laughing. "Good luck."

"I'll need it. God knows who else I have to network with that night."

"Well, my dorm's open if you want it." You shrug. "But I doubt Bruce would let you leave since you are the CEO."

"Stand-in." He corrects.

"CEO nonetheless." You hum. "Should I send you a Christmas present?"

"What would you even send me?"

"It would be a surprise."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Tim finds a gift from you under the Christmas tree, presumably placed there by Alfred. He had missed when you dropped it off, knocked out in the warmth of his bed without the pressure of an exam for once, letting himself ignore the cases he promised himself he'd solve. He promised you he'd get one day of proper sleep. Your texts are the only ones that cause his phone to vibrate during break. (He's down horrendously bad for you, Jason had whispered to Dick while Tim had responded to your message, lovesick grin on his face.)

Distance gives the soul time to think, and Tim thinks he's in love with you.

It comes as a revelation on Christmas morning, coffee mug warm in his hand as he watches his siblings open their Christmas gifts, laughing at certain ones and holding back his face from a smile breaking past his lips at others. He's third on the list to open his gifts, third son and all, and Tim finishes the last of his coffee, fingers reaching for his presents, all wrapped in a shade of red different from Jason's blood red. He thanks everyone for their gifts, raising a brow in amusement when he pulls out Damian's, a genuine smile breaking on his smile at Bruce's. Finally, he finds himself reaching for the gift you had gotten him, his fingers shaking as he breaks open the wrapping paper, smile on his face at the camera you got him. There's even an SD card and a battery charger part of the box you had prepped him.

"Oooh, Timmers is that from your girlfriend?"

"She's not my—"

The family breaks into teasing remarks as Tim groans, blush fresh on his skin, heart racing in his ears — that's when he realizes, the painful realization, a realization that breaks him into silence — he's in love with you.

Bruce has everyone move on as Steph sits down to open her gifts, and Tim's throat dries at the epiphany. He's in love with you — and that same lovesick smile breaks on his face as he wonders if you got his Christmas present. It was as if the two of you synced with the gift. Maybe he'd catch you taking photos of him with your camera. This time, he should stare back at you, flash you a smile, strike a pose, something, anything to fluster you. He was already looking forward to patrol that night. He picks up his mug, excusing himself quietly to get another cup of coffee, pulling his blanket with him as he clicks on his phone, placing his cup under the machine as he thanks you for the gift.

You respond immediately, video-calling him on accident, flustered state caught on camera, hair still a mess from waking up.

"I'm so sorry—"

Tim laughs. "It's fine. Are you home?"

"No. I slept over at a friend's place since my mom and I don't celebrate Christmas." You smile at him fondly. "I brought the gift you mailed to me, though. I haven't opened it yet."

"Let's say it's for your bird watching."

"You did not." You gasp, looking over your phone. "I'll have my friend record a video when we rip open our presents. Have fun on Christmas, Tim. Love you lots—"

Tim's face turns utterly red at the words, blinking wide-eyed at the now-ended call. You just... wow. He takes his mug of coffee, sitting back at his old seat where his siblings were, in a half-blissed-out state at your words. (He's told later on by your friend that you had sobbed into her chest when you realized you told him you loved him on accident.)

You text him sometime during the afternoon with the video of you opening your present, thanking him for his generous gift. You let him know that you'd send him your new photos with his present first, letting him see how good the quality of his camera could be. He texts you to sit on your dorm roof instead, and you ask if he was planning on kidnapping you. Maybe you'd let him take you for a swing. Instead, he tells you it's a present for your fanpage. You ask him if he's going to call Red Robin himself. He leaves you on read.

Bruce notices the way Tim's eerily giddy for a Christmas patrol, but he doesn't comment on it.

You exhale into the winter air, the cold piercing your lungs as you hold the camera between your gloved fingers, kicking your legs as you sit on the edge of the building, strap hung around your neck. You hum quietly as you watch the snow start, and a shadow looms over your shoulder.

"Hey." Tim smiles at you, Red Robin outfit on.

"Woah. He wasn't lying." You gasp. Your name spills past your lips, rambling about how you were his biggest fan. He stares at you through the whites of his domino mask, smile breaking onto his face.

"I've seen your Twitter."

"Yeah?" You exhale, eyes sparkling. "Honored. I hope you aren't going out of your way to visit me or anything. Gotham needs their vigilantes."

"And if I am?"

"Then you should go." Your cheeks flush from the winter warmth, and he steps close to you, forehead pressed to yours.

"You remember me from Halloween?"

"We have a thing with meeting on holidays, hm?" You laugh gently, eyes crinkling, Tim's expression softening.

"Yeah, we do." He hums, leaning in further. "May I?"

"Yeah." You exhale, lips finally pressed to his under the winter snow, his hands warm on your face as you lean in closer to him, chest pressed to his, lips parted to give him access to your mouth. Your head spins deliciously from the taste of his lips, his perfume reminding you of someone you know all too well, your mind muddled with the fact that you're actually making out with Red Robin, your celebrity crush. You whimper against his lips when he nips at your bottom one, his breath catching in his throat.

"Fuck, pretty girl. You can't just do that." He heaves, resting his forehead on yours again.

"Wow." You breathe, starstruck, eyes staring up at his.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You laugh melodiously, and Tim feels his heart grow full. "Can I get a photo?"

"For you? Anything."

You make a Christmas post on your Twitter, photo of Red Robin with a Santa hat and white beard staying pinned for the Holiday season. (Tim wasn't allowed to live it down from his family, but he had gotten to kiss you stupid, so he was more than willing to take the jabs.)

He invites you to his place for New Year's Eve, invitation tumbling past his lips and nearly getting drowned out by his panicked rambling, cheeks red beyond repair and stutter catching in his throat, only for you to tell him that you'd "love to" and that you were "honored." You asked him if there was a dress code, and he told you it was fine. Even if the Wayne gala was that night, he would just sneak to his room when you arrived. He could finish socializing with the rich in a couple of minutes. Hell, he'd flirt his way out of it like Bruce did if it meant he could see you early. He tells you to arrive in a nice dress anyway, asking for your measurements so he could send you something. (You didn't want to give it to him, but he insisted.)

You pull up to the gala perfectly on time, ignoring the paparazzi asking you who invited you and making a beeline to who you assumed was Alfred and asking him if you could be taken to Tim's room. The gala wasn't somewhere you wanted to be, and Alfred had been more than welcoming, leading you and leaving you in Tim's room, telling you to make yourself comfortable since you were Tim's guest. You spent twenty minutes looking through his photobooks before he stumbled into his room, a little sweaty since he had been running.

"Hey." He smiles at you dorkily, smiling like a nerd in love.

"Wow. You're dressed nice." You mumble, staring him up and down.

"You don't look too bad yourself," He hums, locking his door behind himself. "Did you get to eat anything?"

"I ate before I came and made a beeline for Alfred when I came. Too many cameras."

"Sorry." He exhales. "Looking at my photos?"

"They're nice."

"They're from years ago." He hums. "Before my parents passed."

You mumble something under your breath, eyes meeting his in something akin to sadness.

"It's fine, now." Tim presses his thumb to the space between your brows, your expression relaxing immediately.

"Ah, right." You slip out the SD card from your purse, blinking at him. "You have a card reader?"

"Yeah." Tim sits in his chair, opening his laptop through some series of codes, holding his hand out for your SD card.

You drop it in his palm, his fingers drumming against the table as he opens the files.

"I got photos of Red Robin." You grin. "He was there on my dorm roof. Did you send him?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "Did you like the gift?"

"My Twitter loved it." You smile. You neglect to tell him that you had kissed Red Robin breathless. (Tim doesn't notice the way you get embarrassed, trying to fight off the red on his own cheeks when he remembers the way the two of you had made out on the roof.)

Tim pauses at the photo of him swinging away.

"Why didn't you post this one?"

"I was actually planning on posting it today." You hum. "The ones of him in action."

"You have multiple?"

You click into a folder, enter your password, showing him the photos.

"The camera's great, by the way. Red Robin may not have an ass as impressive as Nightwing, but he still has a nice ass." You laugh, clicking open the photos. Tim chokes on the air at the photos, and he laughs.

"Oh, yeah, Twitter would love this."

You shrug playfully. "What can I say? It pays."

Tim glances at the clock on the wall. Two minutes from midnight.

"How'd you spend the morning?"

"My friend came to pick me up so she could do my makeup." You laugh. "Then she brought me to the mall so we could get me some heels," You kick your legs to show him. "And then another friend, the one with a nice car, drove me here. My other friends insisted they watch me walk off to you. I forgot to tell them your last name after I asked for it, so they were quite surprised when they dropped me off her."

"Maybe I should thank your friends for helping you look so pretty."

"Yeah?" You smile, hopping to sit on his desk.

He stands up, pressing his forehead to yours, tucking your hair behind your ear, nose brushing yours.

"Yeah. What do they like?" Tim hums, your perfume flooding his senses again, his doing the same.

"Ever been told you share a perfume with Red Robin?" You whisper.

"No. You'd be the first."

"What's the brand?"

The brand falls onto silence as you press your lips to his, fireworks signaling the new year going off in the back. Tim's hands dig into your waist, eyes half-lidded, tongue pressing into yours with so much passion your knees might've gone weak had you not been already seated. Your hands find themselves tangled in his hair, pulling lightly when his hand finds itself on the zipper behind you. He pulls away for a moment, begging for your consent, asking if this was okay.

You had told him yes in a heartbeat.

Thus, Tim found himself enveloped with you, senses sent into overdrive, your skin pressed to his, sweat mixing with his, body tangled with his in his sheets — the same sheets he had thought about you so often in, the one where he had thought about you while he spilled into his hand, fingers pressed to your skin, mouth on your skin, sucking, biting, marking, doing whatever you would let him do to you. Your dress was long abandoned by his desk, his own suit leaving a trail toward the bed where he had you in his fingers.

He prayed this wouldn't be a foolish dream.

When he wakes in the morning, pulling you closer to his chest, your lashes fluttering against his skin, his heart warms. He should ask you to date him right now, he thinks. But his heart races in his chest, wondering if you would agree. Maybe the two of you had kissed in the heat of the moment, and you had let him have you because he had asked so nicely. He looks down at you as your eyes are completely open now, embarrassed smile on your face. He misses his chance.

"Good morning." He looks at you like you're his whole world.

"Good morning." You smile back at him like he's the universe.

The two of you fall back into the pace you had established the previous semester, this time without any classes together, only texting every now and then with updates. Tim hates this new life he lives. He misses seeing you during class and watching you play subway surfers on your phone or Bloons TD on your laptop. He opts for texting you during class instead, typing notes as he types responses to your messages. He wonders if you miss him the same way he misses you. He's too afraid to ask, still clinging onto the way your skin had felt on his during New Year's. It doesn't help that your department is halfway across the campus.

The next time he gets to see you, he's Red Robin, and he catches the familiar flash of your camera on the rooftop as he swerves into action. He finishes with the thugs easily, swinging back up to land next to you, your camera pressed to your chest, clicking capture as he raises a brow at you. You blink at him, smile on your lips. You don't look apologetic at all, almost cheekily. It was as if you knew he'd notice you.

"Hey."

"Hey." You beam at him. "Nice fight."

"Thank you. Care to tell me why you're out here during the February cold to get photos of me?"

"Because you're my favorite?" You blink at him, eyes wide.

"That's cute." He hums. "Shall I take you home?"

"Oh, if you could be so kind." You smile. "I had a friend drop me off nearby and I think he left already."

"Yeah?" Tim wraps an arm around your back, pressing you to him snugly, your arms wrapping around his neck. You close your eyes as the winter air hits your face, only for him to whisper into your ear. "Open your eyes."

Gotham looks breathless from wherever the hell Red Robin was in the air. Your breath catches in your throat, staring in awe as Tim swings from building to building, finally landing on the one where you dormed. You let go of him, cheeks warm from the air and the view, turning to look at him.

"Thank you. Thank you a lot." You smile at him, Tim mirroring your smile.

"Can I get a reward?" He had meant it as a joke, only for you to press your lips to his cheek, his eyes widening at the feeling.

"Is that good enough?"

"I was thinking something else, but that works too." He presses his lips to the corner of yours, smile on his face. "Stay safe."

"For you." You wave at him as he swings away from your building. You look through the photos you had gotten of him, going down the flight of stairs to the elevator. You had stuff to post for the rest of the month.

Tim finally bumps into you at the convenience store one fateful afternoon, reaching for your wrist before he could even register that he was scared you'd run off. He blinks at you as you blink back at him, tilting your head to offer him an awkward smile.

"Hey?"

"Hi. I'll pay, um, if you'll let me have a moment of your time."

"Yeah? Yeah." You nod dumbly. "That'd be fine. I don't have class right now."

"Yeah. I'll take your basket." He reaches for it naturally, swiping his card with ease. He hands you your stuff back, and you follow him, popping open your green tea.

"What'd you need me for?"

"Missed you."

"Yeah? I missed you too. It's weird not sharing a class anymore." You press the tea to your lips. "Missed me or the insanely good sex we had on New Year's—"

"You." Tim smiles. "Missed hearing your voice."

"Awh, what a cheeseball." You snicker, staring at the green start on the trees. "Cherry blossom season is approaching."

"Yeah. So are midterms." He shudders. "How's your classes?"

"You know, drowning in work in order to graduate early." You hum. "I'm writing something right now."

"For class?"

"Yeah. For fiction writing. The story has to be related to something you've experienced in college so far and I was wondering—" You inhale sharply through your teeth. "If I could write about us?"

"As your friend or as the guy you slept with on New Years?"

You open and close your mouth. "Both. Yeah. Both."

"May I read it after you finish?"

"I'll share the doc." You smile. "Thank you. I've been meaning to ask you."

"I'm honored that you'd write about me as a college experience."

"Yeah..." You trail off. "Oh, did you see my Twitter update? I got these super clear photos of Red Robin fighting thanks to the camera you gave me. Thank you, again."

"You're welcome." He hums. "Doing anything on Valentines?"

You puff out your cheeks. "Supposed to hang out with friends, but me and my other friend want to ditch so the two idiots would finally get to hang out without us third and fourth wheeling."

"So you're busy?"

"Not if you want to hang out." You tilt your head, capping your green tea.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah." You hum. "But you'd have to make it worth ditching for."

"Oh, then leave everything to me." He hums, fingers brushing yours. "I'll pick you up around nine in the morning."

"And what time will you have me back?" You tease, pressing yourself closer to him.

"What time do you want to be back?"

"Whatever time you want." You hum. "Please pick me up in a nice car your dad owns. I want to see the interior of one of them."

"Sure." Tim hums. "Any other requests?"

"How should I dress?"

"Casual." He hums. "Do you want to match?"

"We can color coordinate." You gasp. "What color do you own the most of?"

"Red." He hums.

"Owh! We can match red." You grin.

Tim walks you back to your dorm, staring as you enter the elevator and disappear from view. He thinks a little about where he should bring you, lips pulling up lightly when he remembers something you had mentioned off-handedly in your interview with him. He knew now.

Tim shows up at your door with roses, your friends peering from behind the door as you take the flowers with him with a light flush on your cheek. You're dressed completely casual, red sweatpants matching his red hoodie, grey hoodie matching his sweats. You smile at him sweetly as you take the flowers from him, and your friends pull you aside, staring him down. One of your friends, bless her, tells him to treat you properly. She jabs a finger into his chest, going off about how she didn't care if he was some rich dude — the same rules applied, especially when it was your first relationship. Tim's eyes widen at the fact, your eyes darting to the side, a little embarrassed. Your other friends drag her off of him.

"Why didn't you tell me I'm your first?" He whispers.

You pout. "Didn't want to come off as inexperienced."

"That's not something to be embarrassed about." He hums.

"You would've treated me differently if you knew."

Tim sucks in a breath. "Yeah. I would've."

"Point proven." You hum. "Thank you for the flowers. They're very pretty."

He opens your door for you, waving bye to your friends. You sit there, staring at him as he stares at you.

"Where are we going?"

"Remembered how you joked about being taken on a first date to Costco?"

"No." Your jaw drops.

"I have a membership." He pulls the card from his wallet, and you gasp.

"You spoil me."

"Save that for when you're actually inside."

You fake a swoon, smiling at him sweetly, lips curled upward and brows relaxed. Tim hums, pulling on his own seatbelt, handing you the aux to the car, and you put the flowers onto the backseat. You plug your phone in as he starts driving, and you blink at all the buttons on the car.

"What are these for?"

"One of them's for missiles."

"What." Your jaw drops.

"I'm kidding." He laughs. "Most of them are for defense. Bruce's very into cars."

"I can tell." You mumble. "What are we getting at Costco?"

"Your green tea," He stops at the light. "And whatever else intruiges you."

"Can I get a Costco hotdog?"

"Yeah." He laughs. "You want a slice of pizza too?"

"Maybe." You scrunch your nose. "Moreso a hotdog."

"We can get whatever you want." Tim hums.

"Wow, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to woo me." You laugh. (Tim hates the way he notices your eyes crinkle.)

"And if I am? It is Valentines."

"Woah." You mumble. "I didn't consider that."

"Yeah?" For someone so good at reading people, Tim sure struggled with reading you.

"I don't know." You frown. "Are you trying to swoon me? Or are you trying to get into my pants again?"

"Whichever one helps you sleep at night."

You laugh. "Using my own words?"

"You speak better than I do." He hums. "Do you want your hotdog first or later?"

"Later." You unlock your seatbelt, leaving the car. It looks awfully unassuming on the outside. Great for Gotham, you suppose.

"I'll push the cart." Tim holds his hand out for you and you take it, fingers wrapped in his. He lets go once he gets a cart, handing you his membership as you show the worker at the door. "Want a new iPad?"

"You know, I should make you buy Costco for me." You joke, patting his shoulder.

"Two hundred thirty two billion dollars? That's Bruce's money, not mine."

You snicker. "You have it memorized?"

"Stock trading for the company." He hums. "Stock is currently around five hundred dollars per stock."

"How the hell do you have time for schoolwork?"

"Coffee and an insane amount of self-discipline." He hums. "And revenge procrastination."

"At least you have some sort of weakness." You finally catch the drinks aisle, rushing in to find your green tea, Tim following behind you.

"I'll get it." He hums, reaching and pulling the green tea with ease, sliding it to the bottom of the cart. "Want anything else?"

"Can we browse?"

"Yeah."

You wander through the aisles, a comfortable silence washing over the two of you before you decide to speak up.

"Does Alfred need anything?"

"He's probably glad he has the house to himself for once." Tim hums. "Almost all of us are on a date."

You blink in surprise. "Even the youngest?"

"Except Damian." He hums. "Bruce is out too."

"Woah." You mumble. "The house must be quiet."

"Yeah." he hums.

"That did not answer my question." You pout.

"I texted. He sent a list." Tim mumbles, sharing the list. "You don't mind shopping for my family?"

"No." You smile. "I like grocery shopping with someone. It feels warm."

"Yeah? We're in the snacks aisle, so let's start there."

The two of you work your way through Costco, checking off Alfred's list of groceries, double-checking everything over when you finished. Tim grabs a rotisserie chicken for Alfred without it being on the list, and he grabs a tray of croissants, knowing Cass would probably want something sweet to snack on during the day. You text your friends to check if they want anything, and only one of them responds, telling you she's good. You have a feeling the other two are hooking up.

"Anything they want?"

"No." You smile.

"And you?"

"Just the green tea."

Tim raises a brow. "I'll feel bad if I only get stuff for my family while on a date with you."

"The tea is plenty." You beam. "I promise."

You help Tim unload the cart and then reload it, rocking on your feet as he swipes his card, not even checking the price twice, handing you the receipt as he pushes the cart out. The worker swipes the highlighter through the list, and Tim takes a right instead of a left.

"The car's—"

"Hotdog." He hums. "Can you get us two hotdogs? Card's in my wallet."

You take his card and get the hotdogs, tossing them into the cart as you hold the two paper cups.

"What do you want to drink?"

"What are you getting?"

"A little bit of everything."

"Then get me the same thing." He smiles.

You wonder if he's going to hate the flavor on his tongue. Though it's not your problem as you fill the cups, putting them in the holder as Tim pushes the cart back to his car, the two of you loading it into his trunk.

"We'll drop by my place first, and then we can drive to the next place I have planned." He takes the drink, straw in his lips. He blinks at the taste, eyes widening. "Wow. That's a flavor."

"Certainly is." You smile. "Like it?"

"Tastes like something Dick would have." He hums. "I'll push the cart. Get in the car."

You sit in the passenger's seat, opening your hot dog as Tim comes back.

"Ever had one before?" He opens his own, biting down.

"Yeah. My friends and I drop by pretty often." You hum. "Love the hotdogs."

"I should do that." He hums. "Alright. My house."

You chew on your hotdog as he heads toward his place, the music from your phone filling the car.

You wonder for a moment if Tim was actually into you. You have no doubt that you're important to him, but it was a little strange. You had slept with him before. What does that make you two? Friends with benefits? Friends who have slept together? Plain friends? A situationship? You chew on your bottom lip as he drives, mind elsewhere. Also, what were you with Red Robin? You can't call yourself a fan when you've had his tongue stuck down your throat before. There was too much to consider and ask. Maybe you should just ask Tim. (You don't, out of a fear of something. You're not too sure of what.)

When the two of you arrive, You help Tim sort the stuff into bags, carrying them to the front door as he unlocks it with ease, calling for Alfred and Damian to help with the groceries. Damian comes first, taking some of the bags from you, Alfred after him, showing you where the kitchen is.

"Thank you very much for running groceries for me, Master Tim." He nods. "You too, miss."

You smile. "No biggie. We were at Costco and I figured it'd be nice to do the groceries for you."

"It's very kind of you."

"Are you Drake's girlfriend?" Damian's next, eyeing you up and down, a scowl on his face.

"No?"

He frowns harder. "You deserve someone better."

"I really don't think—"

"Demon brat." Tim's voice comes out like a warning. "Don't tell my date to leave me."

"Is she not your girlfriend? I would have expected you to have already—"

"That's enough." Tim warns again, and Damian shuts up this time.

"Shall I prepare food for the two of you?"

"No need." Tim hums. "We have reservations."

"You made reservations? Do I need to change?" You follow after him, waving bye to Alfred and Damian.

"No. It's at the diner. It's Valentine's, which means there's twice as many couples there."

"Ohhh." You follow him into the car, sitting back down as he starts toward the diner again. "Is that all you had planned?"

"Also planned to take you home after this." He pauses. "My home. I was thinking we could use the movie room in the manor, granted none of my brothers get to it first. If that doesn't work, we can use the projector in my room."

"Are we gonna have sex?" You wiggle your brows playfully.

"If you want, I can have you screaming my name loud enough for Metropolis to hear."

You wince, looking to the side, embarrassed. "Holy shit."

"Expect the unexpected."

"I'm going to throw a milkshake at you for that."

"Cry about it."

The two of you get to the diner just in time for the reservation, your regular orders already memorized by the waiter. You're a little embarrassed, but you suppose it's not the worst thing ever. Tim finds the time asking if you enjoyed the day so far instead. You pull out your laptop as you wait for your order, continuing with the assignment due soon.

"Writing?"

"Yeah. Writing." You puff out your cheeks, fingers flying on the keyboard.

"What are you writing?"

You look up from your screen to stare at him. You don't say anything, but Tim gets the idea.

"Need a reference?"

"Actually," You lick your lips, scrolling up through the doc. "I'd like to meet Red Robin again."

"Your date's right here and you're talking about another man?"

"Writing fanfiction for him right now." You deadpan. "Need to know his kinks."

Tim coughs in embarrassment, forgetting how straightforward you could be.

"For a commission?"

"No. Out of curiosity." You pause. "I was curious to know what he would be into."

"Why not base him off of me?"

You raise a brow at Tim, swallowing thickly.

"Is this your way of telling me you don't want me writing fanfiction of other men?" You ask him one question, eyes asking another.

"Yeah." He smiles. "Yes to both questions."

You close your laptop when your milkshake and sandwich arrive, and Tim kicks you gently under the table.

"So what was the other question?" He raises a brow.

"I'll tell you in the car," You smile cheekily. Tim knows what the other question is. He just wanted to see if you were bold enough to ask him. The two of you continue with dinner, catching each other up with your friends' lives, smile on both of you's lips as the sun sets and the moon rises, Tim paying as he said he would. You take his hand into yours as the two of you walk to his car, and he opens the door for you, joining you on the other side.

"Before I ask," You lean over slightly, lips brushing his. "Can I have a kiss?"

"That's a question too, but I won't say no." He leans in for his lips to meet yours, hand moving to hold your face, tongue swiping on your bottom lip, darting into your mouth. You moan into the kiss as his other hand squeezes your waist, and you pull away from him suddenly, licking your lips for whatever taste of him was left. You grin at him cheekily, reaching to wipe the lipstick from around his lips, your voice lowering.

"The question I actually wanted to ask was if you were Red Robin." You grin, wiping the lipstick on a napkin leftover from Costco. "And I knew you'd read it off of me."

"How'd you guess?" He tilts his head at you, eyes still on your lips.

"First it was your perfume," You smile. "Then it was the way you kissed me." You pop the vanity mirror down, reaching into your hoodie for your lipstick. "Not to mention the way your forearms feel the same. Both of you have a specific way that you hold me when making out. I think that was the nail in the coffin."

You pucker your lips when you finish with the lipstick, tossing it back into your hoodie, closing the vanity mirror.

"So? Where are we headed now?"

"My place." He mumbles. "Have to have you."

"You could have me in the car."

"As much as I would like that," He exhales. "That would be very uncomfortable for you."

"Can I have you in the costume sometime later on?" You bat your lashes at him. "If you'd let me, of course."

"Yeah. Anything you want." His head thumps as he stops at the light.

There's a long, drawling silence before you speak up. You're scared, but you might as well ask.

"What are we, again?" You lean over slightly to stare at him. Tim notices you haven't put music on.

"If you'd let me," Tim licks his lips, "lovers."

"Then lovers we are."

The second time Tim gets to have you, he's so much gentler, fingers kneading the skin between them, curling them inside of you until you're a whimpering mess, worried that you'd wake someone in his family, his kisses assuring you that all of his brothers were out doing the same thing he was, wining and dining someone they loved, rooms also soundproof. Tim goes back to you after that, soaked fingers and sheets, licking your cum from his fingers, eyes locked with yours the entire time, pressing his lips to yours after he finishes. Your eyes roll back at how lewd he was being, but you suppose it's what the two of you deserve after flirting for so long.

Tim makes sure you're properly pampered in bed, your legs twitching after your third orgasm, begging for him to fuck you, tears in your eyes. How could he say no? Not when you looked so dazzling under him. He seems to understand something as he pushes into you this time, pausing to drink your form in, still as pretty as you had been before. This time, arguably prettier. You were so much prettier when you were crying about how you were his, cunt still oversensitive from your previous orgasms. Your face twists in pleasure, crying about how you were unable to take another release yet relenting as Tim drilled into you. You have no idea how he has the energy, and you're too tired to ask when he finishes.

You grimace as he peels you from the bed, setting you on the tile seat as he starts a shower for the two of you.

"I love you." You mumble. Not on accident or out of habit this time.

"How long?"

You exhale. "Don't remember."

"Approximation."

"Since I fell at your feet at orientation, maybe." You whisper into the mist as he helps you wash up.

"I love you too." Tim mumbles into your skin as he presses a kiss to where he had left hickeys.

"How long?" You repeat his question, staring at him as he stares down at you, moving the shower head to wash the bubbles from your skin.

"Since Christmas." He whispers back.

You smile at him.

"Since I told you I loved you on accident?"

"Yeah." He stops the water, wrapping you in a towel, drying you. You hum in satisfaction as he dries the two of you off, your fingers warm around his wrist when you grow tired.

"Can we sleep? I usually air dry my hair."

"Yeah." He presses a kiss to the crook of your neck, lifting you into his arms as he takes the two of you back to bed.

"What tag would you put on our story?"

"Idiots in love." You smile as you drift off, and Tim presses his lips to your forehead.

His tag would have been requited love.

#tim drake x reader #dc x reader #red robin x reader #☾.nsfw #guys this fic is everythign to me btw I like love this fic #easily top 5 fics I've ever written #tim drake imagine #red robin imagine #☾.fics

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PRIMARCHS AND PRAISE KINKS

I had an ask, but it got deleted because this site sucks. Sorry anon. NSFW under the cut.

LION EL'JONSON- Words do nothing for him. Tie him up. Restrain him. Run your hands along him, stopping before you reach his nether regions. Watch him say nothing, but meet your eyes. Pleading with you to touch it. Graze it. You tell him to touch it himself, running your hand up him again before caving and touching it yourself. "Good boy," you said, even though words did nothing for him.

???- Could a concept have a praise kink?

FULGRIM- Doesn't need to be praised. He knows he's not just the highlight of the occasion, he is the occasion. Will always welcome more praise, though. Tell him how well he's taking it. He loves getting pegged, he loves showing himself off to you and letting you rearrange him. He was perfect, and he knew it.

PERTURABO- Did you even need to ask, lmao. He wants to know how good of a job he's doing, he craves validation like nobody else. He needs to know that you're having as good of a time as he is, if not better. Go on. Tell him how good of a job he's doing. Tell him how perfect he looks, spread out underneath you. Watch him tremble, shrivel, melt under your touch. There's a look in his eyes that tells you he wants, needs more. And you're happy to give it to him.

JAGHATAI KHAN- Normally ends up on top even if you're the dominant partner, because you simply can't go as fast as he does. Whew. Breathlessly, you tell him how well he's doing, and he responds by going even faster. Your hands are intertwined with his, and you can barely get any more words out.

LEMAN RUSS- He's more of an exhibitionist, but that paired with a praise kink? Wow. Tell him how well he's doing in front of all of the Space Wolves. All eyes are on you, darling. He's howling, but in between yowls you're able to get in some praise. Oh, look at how well he's giving it out!

ROGAL DORN- This man is a brick wall, but when he finally lets loose... oh boy. Tell him that it's okay, that he can let loose. For you. He grunts as his tongue moves faster and you tell him how well he's doing, how hard he's going. Wrap your legs around his head. Maybe pull his hair while you're at it.

KONRAD CURZE- Underneath you lies a man so broken that he can barely register your praise. But you try. On the Emperor, do you try. When he puts a curious finger in you, it hurts, but you hide it the best that you can. "Good boy," you manage to croak out, and the man underneath you softens.

SANGUINIUS- He can understand you for the first few minutes. His wings twitch, there's a feral look in his eyes, and you can see his fangs inside his slightly opened mouth. He's far too big to go between your legs, so he's got two fingers going in and out. He's focused on you, on your pleasure. He's got one hand holding you close to him, one going in and out. You're melting in his arms.

FERRUS MANUS- He's not much into words, but he'll indulge you. He'll chuckle as you say that he's doing a good job. "Thank you," he'll say awkwardly. You eventually decide that words aren't for the two of you, and instead decide on sensory play.

???- Praiser? Hardly know 'er! *slips on a banana peel*

ANGRON- Let's be honest, Angron's never going to properly reconcile himself with a praise kink no matter how well you say he's doing. He wants to please you, to meet your advances with something reciprocal, but the nails get in the way. Every time he processes praise, the nails submerge him in abject pain.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- Roboute's a little funny about praise, mainly because he doesn't think that he deserves it. So lay it on thick. Watch as his face goes bright red and he tries to hide it from you. You turn his face back to meet yours, and he's an absolute wreck. Tell him that he has to face it, that he's doing quite well despite everything. Watch him slowly accept himself.

MORTARION- This man is an absolute mess. He folds under the lightest praise, even if it isn't sexual. And now that he's underneath you, coming undone at the slightest upturn of your lips. And when those words finally leave your mouth, when it's aired out in the open how well he's doing, the Pale King unraveled.

MAGNUS THE RED- He's definitely pulling some warp bullshit while you're going at it, but you feel it falter with your words. You smirk at him and repeat your words. The warp shenanigans are still going, but they're much weaker. You put a hand in his hair and stroke his head. He may have found something out about himself that he didn't know.

HORUS LUPERCAL- Do you really want to inflate his ego? You do? Okay... he doesn't need to know that he's doing well from your words. Your stutters, your moans are far more than enough to let him know he's doing well. He asks if you want more, if you need anything else. You tell him what you need, and he's more than happy to satisfy you.

LORGAR- He'll be the one praising you, darling. Even if you're the dominant one in the relationship, you'll never get away from the sound of the one who loves you. Reveres you. Worships you. He'll tell you how well you're taking it, or giving it out, whether you like it or not. Best to try to slip it in between his words.

VULKAN- He may seem bright and bubbly on the outside, but Vulkan needs to be told that he's doing well sometimes. That's where you come in. He's close to tears once you start to do this with him, and you're nowhere near stopping. When you're done, he wraps you in the biggest bear hug of the millennium. Well done, darling!

CORVUS CORAX- Corvus isn't the best at communicating what he likes, so you have to guess what he likes most of the time. When you start to praise him this time around, you notice something in his eyes that wasn't there before. You grin, and lay it on thicker. He can't bring himself to look at you, but you can tell he is enjoying it.

ALPHARIUS- It's hard to tell with him. He doesn't make as pronounced of facial expressions as the others. He's so used to espionage and subterfuge that it's hard for him to process genuine praise. But once you get going, you can see him start to crack a small smile. You win.

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froggibus · 1 year

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“Why are you crying” - Obey Me

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: angst -> fluff + hurt/comfort

Summary: their reaction to catching you crying

CW: crying, lots of emotions, levi being a trog, hurt/comfort, cursing, panic attacks if you squint?? cuddling

omg hi hi i am so tired + ive been going through it this week but here is something for now. working on some more fics, lots of angst coming soon + maybe new fandoms lol

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Lucifer:

he texts you saying you need to come to his study to talk

you ask if you can have a few minutes

you feel really out of sorts and want to gather your bearings before going in

he says it’s urgent and makes you come in right now

you go in immediately on the verge of tears and sit down with him

he has a bit of a tone cause it’s been a rough day but all he wants to know is how your school is going

it comes out of nowhere and you instantly start crying

thinks he’s done something wrong

“are you—did you get upset over something I said?”

when you shake your head no he’s at a complete loss

is this a human thing??

walks over to you and kneels down between your legs, places his warm hands on your knees

wipes your tears away and rubs his thumb across your cheeks

tries to calm you enough so that you can talk about what’s bothering you

even when you’re crying so hard you can barely breathe he manages to stay calm

after a while when you’re calm enough he’ll bring you water and a snack

and will coax you into talking to him about why you’re so upset

Mammon:

since you’re his responsibility he always HAS to know where you are at all times

not at all because he cares about you or anything

so when you lock yourself in the bathroom and yell at him to fuck off through tears he’s stunned

and annoyed

sits on the other side of the bathroom door and waits for you to calm down some

after a few minutes he asks if you’re okay

that’s when you really break down

he listens to you cry through the door and wishes he could do something to help you

he gently coaxes you into letting him in

sits with you and holds your hand

tried talking you down but you’re crying way too hard for that

for some reason carries you to the bathtub and sits with you between his legs???

it’s weirdly comforting and the heat/pressure of his body makes you feel way better

reminds you that everything is going to be okay and you guys are gonna work this out

when you’re finally calm you realize how weird the situation is

“wait did you put me in the bathtub”

“it works for Levi”

Levi:

you’re home early from school thinking no one is home

but Levi is doing schoolwork from home today

it’s been a really tough day so you lay down on the couch for a while and cry

Levi takes his headphones off to give his ears a break and go get food when he hears someone else is home

his first thought is that it’s Lucifer and he’s in trouble

until he sees you sobbing on the couch

he’s not really sure what to do

so he ignores you and goes to get a snack

but then he feels guilty about ignoring you so he comes back

sits on one of the chairs and fumbles with his hands while he figures out what to do

“y/n”

you didn’t even notice he was in the room

you try to hide the fact that you were crying but it doesn’t work that well

Levi isn’t gonna call you out tho he’s much too awkward for that

asks if you want to come play games with him to take your mind off of things

you take him up on his offer and play games

tries to be supportive and let you know you can come to him if you need it

mostly comes out a jumbled stuttered mess but it’s the thought that counts

doesn’t think to give you a hug until you wrap your arms around him

he just awkwardly accepts and pats you on the back

Satan:

hears you late at night when he’s trying to read

doesn’t realize WHAT the noise is, just where it’s coming from

so when he throws open the door and asks you to be quiet only to see your red, tear stained face, he feels like the biggest asshole in the world

apologizes for being so harsh

tries to get you to talk to him but you keep insisting you’re fine and you promise you’ll be quieter

“shhh y/n i don’t care about that now—what’s wrong?”

gets frustrated when you can’t/don’t tell him

you feel it too so you’re hesitant to let him touch you

but when he gives you a hug you melt into his arms

kisses your forehead and talks you down

offers to stay with you until you feel better/can fall asleep

you keep saying it’s okay and he can leave but obviously he doesn’t believe you

cause he’s a great detective

let’s you take what you need from him

but you WILL be having a length discussion about your feelings and your emotional responses when you feel better

it will be painful

Asmo:

catches you after you cried

knows instantly because of the red eyes and the puffy lips

pulls you aside and asks how you’re doing/if you’re okay

him asking just makes you cry again

he knows what to do though

grabs a cold cloth for you to dab your eyes with and sits with you

puts his arm around you and lets you lean on him and cry

doesn’t try to interrogate you or get you to open up—he knows you will when you’re ready

gets you water so you can rehydrate

lots and lots of forehead/top of the head kisses

any sort of gentle touch he can give you he does

and once you’re done crying he’ll help clean you up while you tell him why you were upset

listens very intently too!!

dabbing your eyes with a cold cloth and wiping away your tear stains while reassuring you everything will be okay

also thinks you’re just the CUTEST crier

wants to take a picture of your ‘just cried’ face but respects you if you refuse

Beel:

most emotionally mature of the group tbh

comes in to your room to ask you if you have any snacks

you’re curled up in a ball under the covers so he assumes you’re sleeping

he’s about to leave when he hears sniffling

“y/n, are you awake”

“y-yeah”

can instantly tell you’re upset

he comes and sits at the end of your bed and rubs your back over the blanket

“what’s going on?”

doesn’t force you to talk about it if you don’t want to

also doesn’t force you to come out from under the covers

instead he talks you down from your ledge and is very gentle with you

eventually you do come out and he gives you a big hug

you fall apart in his arms but he holds you until you feel better

even if you end up falling asleep he stays with you

just wants you to feel better (even though he still really wants those snacks)

Belphie:

is wandering the halls at night because he slept all day and now he can’t sleep

hears you crying in your room

is hesitant to go on because he doesn’t know how you’ll react and doesn’t know how to deal with this

paces past your room door at least a dozen times before finally coming in

you’re not even paying attention so you don’t notice he’s there until he sets a gentle hand on your shoulder

“why are you crying?”

in classic y/n fashion you instantly start crying harder

belphie thinks he upset you by touching you so he moves back

but it only makes it worse

doesn’t know what to do but your crying is lowkey annoying

is torn between hugging you or letting you be

decides on giving you an awkward half-hug and then leaving

does NOT expect it when you suddenly cling to him and cry into his shirt

you’re getting it all wet but he doesn’t care

is kinda flustered that you’re so close to him (not that he would ever let it show)

realizes after twenty ish minutes that you’re not crying anymore

you’re not moving at all

you must have fallen asleep from all the crying you’ve done

he can’t just leave you on the floor so obviously he carries you back to bed

but what if you wake up and think he left you?

it’s probably better if he stays with you…

#obey me oneshot #obey me fic #obey me x you #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan #mammon x you #mammon #satan x you #satan x reader #lucifer #lucifer x reader #asmodeus #beel x you #beel headcanons #belphie headcanons #beel and belphie

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adawngswife · 4 months

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dating sean diaz hcs pt. 1

- the kind to get mad when he’s embarrassed. like, for example, if he were trying to show off some skate trick he learned and kept messing up to you, he would lwk start tweaking and hit his board on the floor rlly hard 😭 but he wld realize how even more embarrassing that was and apologize awkwardly

- he does the same whenever u guys play games together and daniel ends up joining. daniel is scarily good at bedwars and it makes sean rage lowkey 😭

- daniel and u end up bursting out in laughing fits whenever u guys spawn kill him n sean always goes “what? what’s so funny?!” but then ends up laughing with u guys

- if ure both poc, i imagine u guys exchange the corny dramatic shows from ur home countries w/ each other

- sean shows u the corny telenovelas his dad watches sometimes and u guys always make fun of the unnecessary dramatic scenes

- about twenty minutes in sean always stares at the screen not blinking w/ his jaw hung open though 😭

- both of u end up like that and once the credits roll u say “that sucked ass” in unison

- sean loves small, barely noticeable skin ship in front of other people

- hand holding under the table, arm draped on ur shoulder, quick embraces, and honestly just sitting side by side together is enough for him

- he gets embarrassed if its anything more than that but he has a stupid grin he has to hide on his face after

- if u guys ride the school bus together i can imagine sean sitting behind u and always stands halfway up to look at whatever ure doing 😭 kind of an ick but u cant see his bottom half so its okay <3

- sean hates house parties but somehow always gets dragged one way or another (usually bc of lyla)

- his only requirement is that if he goes, u have to come with him

- back to the shy on physical contact thing, he DOES NOTTT play when hes jealous

- hes not some macho alpha dude but hell def tell guys to back off once they get too close

- grips ur hand extra tight the rest of the night after 😭

- sean always ends up dragging u into some room w no one in it

- both of yall r nosy n lowkey be looking through the party hosts stuff

- pro mma play fighters

- sean obviously has training w daniel and it ends up integrating into when u guys fight

- u guys try to be a cute couple and have little pillow fights but both of u guys end up taking that shit sooo serious

- u guys start dragging each other on the floor and body slamming each other 😭😭

- daniel thinks its sooo funny and tries to referee

- u guys ignore him n go crazy stupid 😭😭

- “STOP!! STOP!! TIMEOUT” is a recurring phrase in ur relationship just bc u guys always escalate off each other

- both of yall ugly laugh sm u have to stop before u puke n then a couple seconds later u burst out laughing again

tbh i have no clue if ive read some of these and subconsciously wrote them down here so sorry if this is similar to a lot of others ones 🙏

#lis2 #lis2 sean #life is strange #sean diaz x reader #sean diaz #sean diaz hcs #life is strange 2

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 5 months

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Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

Summary | Cillian just got the role of Kitten in Breakfast on Pluto. His wife (you) likes the idea of seeing him in a dress. He obliges...

Warnings | Smut, Pegging, Power play, Masturbation, Anal.

Uh Huh- Julia Michaels 🎶

Narc- Interpol🎵

word count: 2381k

not proof read- my bad

Minors do not interact!

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“Jesus Christ,” Cillian jumped up from his side of the bed, holding his flip-phone to his ear, “really?” He asked the person on the other end. His bright blue eyes lit up with childish energy as he listened.

She rolled over on her side to watch him. His boxer shorts rode up on his pale thighs and his white undershirt caught on the dip of his waist, showing his small, equally pale, stomach. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and propped herself up on her right elbow. He looked down on her with a wide crooked grin.

“Great, t’at’s really great. T’ank you for the call.” He spoke into the phone before snapping it shut. He tossed the phone to the foot of the bed and crawled over to where she was nestled.

“What was t’at?” she asked sleepily but smiling at his excitement.

“she just landed anot’er part, love.” He lowered himself to her level and kissed her brow quickly.

“Really? Which one?” she gasped and wiggled under his arms.

“Breakfast on Pluto.” He laid beside her and mirrored her pose.

“What’s t’at one about again?” She asked.

“It's about an Irish orphan who realizes t’at he isn’t a boy and pursues a new sexual and gender identity. She runs away from home so t’at she can find her birth mam who lives in London. She goes on all t’ese adventures to find her too. It seems really interesting, you know?” He smiled up at the ceiling.

“So you’d be the orphan?” She clarified.

“Kitten, yeah. It's an Irish film too.” He turned back to her and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.

“So you’ll dress as a girl t’en?” She smirked.

“Mmhmm. You’ll have to help me wit’ it.” Cillian released her hair and ran his fingers seductively down her chin, pulling her in closer to kiss her softly. Their lips were both chapped slightly from the cold morning, their skin catching against each other in a pleasant way.

“Oh yeah?” She teased, letting him trail his hands down to her breasts, his thumb rubbed the bud of her breast in slow circles. He kissed down her neck, pulling at the skin with his teeth.

“You’d be a pretty girl, Cillian.” she slid her fingers through his messy dark hair.

“You t’ink so?” He smiled against her neck before licking the dip above her collarbone. She sighed loudly before responding.

“Yeah.” She broke off his contact by sitting up against the headboard.

“Where are you going?” He whined childishly.

“We have some practicing to do, Kitten.” She tipped his chin up to kiss him and he accepted her lips greedily, trying to suck her in.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She put a finger against his lips and slipped out of bed. He collapsed against her pillow with a frustrated sigh.

“Now don’t look so disappointed, pet.” She stood in the doorway of their shared closet. “T'is practice should be fun, and I’ll admit, it's something t'at I’ve wanted to do for a while. T'is movie has given me t'e perfect excuse.” She backed up into the closet, watching as he raised his eyebrow, interested.

“What are you getting at, love?” He called from the bed and she could tell from the sound of his voice that he was already hard and excited.

She ignored him as she pulled off her pajamas and took one of Cillian’s suits from a hanger. Most of his suits were rented but this one, he owned, was from their wedding. She buttoned up a dress shirt and pulled on the slacks which fit around the waist but were too long. She put on the suit jacket and nearly laughed at herself in the mirror when she turned around to face the door. The suit fit her very awkwardly, being made especially for Cillian’s long and slender frame. She took one of her dresses from a hook and draped it around her arm.

“Close your eyes, darling.” She called through the door and waited as she heard him shuffle around on the bed, preparing himself for whatever she had in mind. Slowly, she opened the door to the closet and stepped out. The cool blue light of morning was slipping through the shutters connected to the wide windows in their bedroom. Cillian was lying flat on his back with his hands resting across his eyes. She went up to the edge of the bed and cleared her throat.

“Now open them.” She whispered in a dark, raspy impersonation of his own voice. He uncovered his eyes and sat up, his mouth dropped open like a child.

“What’s t’is t’en?” He managed, breathless.

She didn’t respond, climbing on top of his lap. He held her hips instinctively and looked up at her with his doll-like eyes.

“Now I know t’is isn’t exactly like t’e script but I want to see you in a dress, Cillian. I want to take you like a man.” she whispered against his lips and smiled as she felt his bulge harden beneath her crotch.

“Ok.” He nodded weakly, losing his words already.

“Now…” she whispered in his ear, “take off your clothes.” she got off his lap, holding the dress. He scrambled, trying to get his clothes off quickly. When he was naked she handed him the dress. He ran his thumb over the material and smiled.

“Kinky.” He teased in a low voice before putting the dress on excitedly. His shoulders were too broad so the dress couldn’t be zipped up all the way but he looked good nonetheless.

“You’re so hot,” she pushed him back on the bed and gripped his chin. “So beautiful.” she praised him and he whimpered pitifully beneath her. “I’m going to call you ‘Kitten,’ ok?” she asked and he nodded.

“What should I call you?” He smirked, his arms propping himself up. she hummed, thinking, and crawled back onto his lap. She could feel his erection through the thin fabric of the dress.

“Mm, you can call me ‘sir.’” Her long hair fell around them like stage curtains as she kissed him.

“Yes, sir.” He whispered in his feminine voice. She moaned at the sound and licked his lips. He scooted back towards the headboard and she followed him on her knees, still kissing him.

She wound her fingers in his dark hair and pulled his head to the side so she could kiss his neck, leaving tiny hickies down the side of his neck to his collarbones. She pushed him back against the mattress and slipped her fingers beneath the neckline of his dress. He panted wantonly as she pulled one of the straps off and licked his exposed nipple.

“You’re so good, Kitten.” she cooed, dragging her tongue back up his neck.

“Fuck…” He sighed, his hands finding her thighs and holding them. He thrusted up into her, their clothes creating friction against them.

“No, Kitten.” She pressed a hand against his chest and pushed herself up. “You don’t get to do that. I’m in charge now.” She pushed her index finger through his lips. “Suck, Kitten.” She ordered softly and watched as he obeyed, sucking deeply on her fingers as if it were a different appendage.

“Good, girl.” She praised and smiled. He wrapped his tongue around her finger, quivering from the growing need as his cock pressed against her. “You want me don’t you?” she asked him. He nodded pitifully.

“Mhmm.” He hummed around her finger and she patted his face lovingly. She removed her finger slowly from his lips and sucked on it herself, tasting the sweet slickness of his saliva.

“You’re going to make me feel so good, love.”

“Please… sir.” He tried out the word and flushed at the pleasure it gave him.

“Please what?” She removed her finger and let it drip saliva down onto his stomach, making wet spots in the fabric.

“Fuck me.” He gasped out finally and she acted immediately, shoving a hand beneath his skirt and taking his cock in her hand. He was dripping and sticky with pre-cum.

“You’re so wet for me, Kitten. Good girl.” She rubbed him up and down, twisting her palms around him and smiling when he gasped pitifully beneath her. She leaned down and licked his other nipple through the dress, circling her tongue around the small bud. He gasped softly against her hair, his hands still tight around her thighs.

“Oh, God- fuck.” He gasped and whined as she fisted him faster. She could tell he was close to finishing by the desperate mews he made against her. She removed her hand abruptly and he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

“Turn over, Kitten.” She ordered.

“What?” Cillian groaned, his pupils shot with pleasure.

“Turn over onto your stomach, love.” She said again, not unkindly. He shivered beneath her and rolled over as she stood up on her knees to give him room. When he was settled she reached over into her bedside table and retrieved a large toy. Cillian’s eyes widened.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath her.

“Is this ok?” She asked and he nodded frantically.

“Yeah, yeah, yes. Do it.” He wiggled and she laughed.

“Lie there for a second. Be a good girl for me.” She whispered in his ear. She removed her suit jacket and unbuttoned some of the dress shirt, still covering her breasts. She kicked off the baggy trousers and attached the strap-on around her waist. She reached down below her legs and lathered the dildo with her own wetness and rested the toy against Cillian’s thigh. She reached over again and took out a bottle of lube, slicking the toy with the substance. She tossed the lube to the side and pulled up his skirt, showing his pale ass.

“I’m going to fuck you, love.” She told him and spread his cheeks, showing his tight asshole and sliding some lube across the space.

“Yes, please.” He whined.

She rested the tip of the toy against him and pushed in slightly. He groaned and gripped the sheets at the top of the bed.

“Good girl.” She soothed, pushing in a little farther. He gasped when she put the toy halfway in, her hands firmly planted on either side of his hips. “You’re tight, love, but you can take it, can’t you?” she pouted, taunting him as he shivered below her.

“Yes, sir.” He arched his back, pushing his ass against the toy desperately.

“I’m gonna go all t’e way in.” she warned him and gripped his hips tightly. When he nodded, she thrusted in all the way, eliciting a loud gasp followed by a moan from Cillian’s muffled mouth. she pulled out slightly and pushed in again with more force. As he stretched around her, she moved in and out with more ease, slamming her hips against him. He panted and gasped, his hands gripping the headboard and his arm muscles tensed.

“Fucking hell.” He moaned and she sped up, grabbing the base of his neck as she rode him.

“Are you going to cum for me, Kitten?” she asked loudly over the moans.

“Yes… fuck… yeah I will.” He gave up his character voice and moaned.

“T'at’s right.” She watched as the toy went in and out, the hole sucking the toy in as soon as it left. She pounded his G-spot and he gasped breathlessly.

“I’m cumming!” He gasped.

“Good girl.” She hummed and thrusted him one last time. She removed the toy slowly, trying to cause the least pain as it left him sore and stretched out. “You were so good for me, love.” she kissed up his back, licking the beads of sweat off of his skin.

“T’at was amazing.” He whispered softly as she turned him over to face her again. As he did, she chuckled, seeing his cock lying flat against his stomach, cum splattered across his smooth chest. she licked his chest, cleaned him off, and kissed him. He gripped her face, kissing her deeply and sat up. “Fucking hell. Why haven’t we done t’at before?” He asked between kisses.

“I didn’t t’ink you’d want to.” She laughed as he kissed down her collar needily. His hand unstrapped the dildo and tossed it to the side. His rough hands found her crotch and grabbed it. She gasped into his mouth.

“You looked so fucking hot in my suit.” He murmured darkly and she nodded, switching into submissive. He ran his fingers against her labia and smiled.

“T’at must’ve been torture, love.” He cooed against her, rubbing harder as she gasped. “Look at how wet you are.” He raised an eyebrow. she couldn’t respond, her mouth held open in a silent moan.

“Mmm. Now it’s my turn to have my way wi’h you.” He smiled and pushed his thumb harshly against her clit. she choked back a gasp.

“Fuck!” she managed as he rubbed her hard.

“It's gonna be so easy for you to cum now, won’t it?” He whispered against her neck, the collar of his dress shirt separating his lips from her skin.

“Yeah…” she nodded weakly.

“Fuck yourself against her fingers, love.” He whispered, smiling at me. He pushed two of his large fingers inside her and she rode them, shaking her hips against his hand and moaning loudly. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and smiled as he watched her. she wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped against his ear, her hot breath scalding his temple. The orgasm hit hard and fast and her cunt spasmed around his fingers, spilling cum around his hand. she fell against her and he cradled her, rocking them back and forth.

He wrapped his arms around her and spun them around so that she was on the bed below him. her face was flushed and she stared dumbly up at him.

“We can do t'is anytime you like, love. But…” He trailed a finger down her temple, “as much as I enjoyed myself, at t'e end of t'e day it’s your cunt t'at I want to fuck, not t'e other way around.” He purred.

“Do you t'ink you’re ready for the role?” she teased breathlessly and he smiled.

“Not even close. I’ll need more practice, darling.”

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #young!cillian x reader #submissive!cillian #smut #cillian x y/n #breakfast on pluto #saint kitten

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