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[ngumoos]

lowkey scared of relationships especially bc i still havent had my first boyfriend

[saturn-projector]

dps boys & how they'd act when you're sick

summary ; how the poets would act when you're sick (fem!reader)

words ; 1100

a/n ; I'm sick right now so this was definitelyyy self-indulgent. enjoy!!

todd anderson the sweetesttt!!! he's so worried about you, constantly asking "do you need something?? do you want me to ask mr keating to bring you to the doctor's??". he makes you tea and soup and reads you fairytales. (collective awww) like for example snow white and the seven dwarfs (you and the dead poets IJBOL), the frog prince, the little mermaid. all those cute little tales yk. he also tried reading you the og little red riding hood story but that one is like extremely dark so the two of you were probably scared af after. it's fine tho, you'll just cuddle <3 also, he braids your hair when you're sick so it doesn't get in the way (he practiced only for you and knows really complicated braids too). richard cameron he knows exactlyy what to do. he's the practical one so as soon as you get sick he's already googling your symptoms and which medicine might help with it. he goes to the apothecary for you and runs to the shops for whatever you need. you want ice cream at 3 am? no problem, he's already on his way. you're hungry in the middle of the night? babess he's already at the stove cooking up something up for you!! like this man takes care of youu!! he's got your back!! when you're sick, he does everything possible to get you healthy asap. that man is willing to go the extra mile for you fr, he'd even stay home for a few days if your condition is really bad. he'd keep a watchful eye on you, make sure that you take your medicine every day and that you stay in bed. seriously, if he sees you working, he's throwing hands.

however if he's sick it's all "I'm fine honey don't worry about me" (stubborn -_-) knox overstreet a little helpless lmao. probably calls his mom to ask for help on what to do. he'd stay home and put on movies for you, then probably get into bed with you and pull you into his arms, you laid on top of him with your head on his chest. he's not the type to do grand things or go out of his way like cameron or neil but he's with you when you need him.

his emotions can be directly related back to yours. when you're happy, he's happy, when you're sad because you're sick and are stuck in bed, he's also sad.

of course he tries to cheer you up and all but he just hates seeing you like this and he's very empathetic, so he always sorta feels what you feel.

also, that man's immune system is absolute trash, so he's getting sick right after you. neil perry

this man is so calm when you get sick. "you don't feel well? oh, how about you lie down, love?" he's a ridiculously perfect boyfriend and such a good caretaker which 100% shows when you're sick. like todd, he would read to you, plays especially. he acts them out, performing them as like one-man shows, finding a different voice for each of the ten different characters. he would make everything a little extra ridiculous, just to make you laugh and to cheer you up. there is not one boring situation with him. if you wanted to, he could yap for hours about the new play he's starring in or read you every single poem he's ever written or spill some welton gossip. he'd also be willing to just listen to you whine about how bad you feel for hours and would comfort you. he's patient like that.

charlie dalton charlie basically entertains you the entire time and recites poems to you or plays the sax for you. he also lowkey acts like you're on your death bed TuT. he's crouched next to you looking all sad like you're about to go into the light and you're like??? it's literally just a cold babe??? like cameron he'd also google your symptoms and doing so he always exaggerates them like for example you nap for 5 mins and he's already typing in in the search bar "MY SICK GIRLFRIEND HAS BEEN IN A COMA FOR HOURS!! WHAT TO DO???" he needs to be calmed down a bit but then he's fine.

I'm telling y'all...this man is the crazy type. he'd go to the school doctor for advice on your condition and as soon as that man tells him the air at sea is good for a cold, he's already packing your bags and heading to the next train station with you. yeah, impromptu day trip to the ocean it is. steven meeks kinda like todd he's sooo sweet. he makes you home remedies that his grandmother used to make him when he was sick as a kid. I think he'd also try new things from the internet and go down a rabbit hole lowkey TuT. like he'd spend an hour in the kitchen and come back with like a plate of things he made you.

"here babe, eat this" (all excited and everything) and he explains what's in it, what it does in your body to help you get better and like the science behind it. you're lowkey delirious so you don't get anything he's saying but you trust him so you're just like "sure love!" and eat it!! he'd make you meals packed with vitamins to help speed up your recovery, run you a bath etc.

I feel like he'd be very focused on the science aspect of what helps you get better and would then convince you to do that! gerard pitts cuddles!!!!! hugs!!! spooning in your bed!!! he doesn't care if he gets sick, truly.

he just thinks you need a lot of love to get better so he gives you all of his attention.

also, that man is great in the kitchen! a little like meeks, to be sure, but he's more focused on making somethings that tastes good, looks good and if it's packed with vitamins that's a bonus (but it doesn't have to be) cause he just wants you to have yummy food when you're sick while meeks is more like making food that actively makes you better (even if it looks weird).

also, he helps you catch up on the school stuff you missed when you were sick <3. and if you need to get anywhere, like to the doctor's, he's giving you a piggy back ride!

[shhuuga]

Could u do a bfb [best friend with benefits]

With Han and a !black reader? (Your work is so amazing like-? Omfg 😭) - 🐌

(girrlll don't flatter me 😊 ty tho!)

bfb!jisung owes you a favor <33

warnings: cussin, p in v, unprotected $3X (don't do dat <33), car $3X, kinda spoiled reader but we love that, mentions of improper eating, (smut under the cut!)

"shit, shit, shit!" jisung is almost never late to anything. key word, almost. when you ask him to do something, he's there. hand and foot. but, when he passed out after a long day of working out and barely eating, he wakes up to a phone full of angry voice messages from you and knows he's fucked. so he leaps from his bed, basketball shorts and his wife beater (the one that rode up a lil too high on his stomach) on, grabs his keys and phone before dashing out the door.

"listen, listen.. im sorry- ouch, damn!" jisung whines as you enter the car and give him a (well deserved) punch to the shoulder.

"sorry, my ass! it's been half an hour, where have you been? you were supposed to pick me up when the event ended, not when the after party started! jisung? are you even listening to..." he wasn't. he's too busy staring at the way your boobs jiggle every time you move.. damn, when did you get that dress?

"you're right. im sorry, y/n. i owe you, seriously. can i.. make it up to you?" you roll your eyes, is this nigga serious? then again, it's been a little bit since y'all have gotten some alone time with eachother. you two stopped having sex at his place when changbin walked in on you two, completely fucking drunk and tweakin. your place wasn't super convenient, either. since you had neighbors who always seemed to beat you to the bedroom.

but now that you're getting a good look at him, he's dressed like sex on legs. his waist looks incredibly small from the way he's angled on his side now, facing you and giving you his full attention. his vline and abs are almost on full display because of the way his shirt folds up on his stomach, and those stupid flimsy ass basketball shorts that practically put his dick on full display. fuck, you hate him so much right now.

and you make sure to reiterate that while he has you clenching around his dick in the backseat. after every couple thrusts, he hears a broken "i hate you" among your moans in pleasure. he chuckles softly,

"yeah, yeah baby.. i know. you just hate me so much, don't you? you don't hate taking this dick though... no, you love it, don't you?"

fuck yeah you do, but of course you'll never tell him that. not when he's pounding you so hard it's moving the car, not when you can feel yourself climbing that peak, and sure enough not when he pulls out right before you do and tuts his tongue.

"take it back, take it back and i'll make you cum." he starts stroking his cock, squeezing and rolling his wrist just like you do when you jerk him off, which is how you know he's not edging himself.

"i take it- ohh fuck!" jisung doesn't even let you finish his sentence, he's already back inside you, holding your legs up to his shoulders and pumping into you like a goddamn machine.

it takes seconds for that familiar warmth to take over your body, and for you to feel that release you've been so desperate for since you got in the car.

"fuck, i needed that..you still owe me though." you sigh out after a few minutes, letting jisung redress you and attempting to clean up your makeup, to no real avail, but it's the thought that counts.

"round two, then? in my bed?"

[rek1s-headband]

hi could i request something? basically just HCS about langa and reki when you guy get into a fight or sum idk LMFAOO, you dont have to do this if you dont want to tho <3

➯ A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy. I added a few characters, hope you don’t mind:)

➯ When you guys get into a fight

➯ Characters: Langa Hasegawa, Reki Kyan, Kaoru Sakurashiki, Kojiro Nanjou, Hiromi Higa and Miya Chinen x gn reader

➯ Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff

Langa:

Ok the majority of your fights are generally because of a miscommunication. If things aren’t spelled out for the poor boy, he’ll be completely oblivious to what’s bothering you

When you finally snap, he always seems shocked, asking why you hadn’t said anything sooner, even if you’d been trying to hint at it all week

Not really one to shout, but if things get heated enough he might snap. He always feels awful afterwards though. No matter what, he really believes no one should be screamed at because of something as silly as a disagreement

Rarely storms out, he’s always going to try and stay until the end to try and get something, anything out of you that he can use to try and understand your point of view

Understands space. He knows when you dont feel like talking to him, and he will give you that time to collect your thoughts. When you’re ready to speak again, he’s all ears

Gets overwhelmed really easy. It doesnt really show in what he says, but when you raise your voice his brain goes to putty and he can feel his breath get narrow. He’s not scared, he just doesn’t want to be the reason you’re feeling like this.

Never lets you go to bed angry. He’ll give you your space, but if you’re still quiet by bedtime he’s making sure you’ve eaten and you’re not still really upset by whatever played out that day

Overthinks a lot. How long did he not realise you were upset? What if its actually a much bigger deal than you’re letting on? What if you leave? Of course, he knows a lot of it is completely irrational, but it still lingers in the back of his mind, so you can imagine how relieved he is when the fight is over and you’re back in his arms

Asks people for advice a lot. Reki and Cherry are usual helpers, giving Langa their opinions on the matter without going into too much detail. The rest is up to him.

Gives the best hugs and comfort after a fight. He understands couples can fight, and never really takes the aggression let out by the pair of you too seriously. Rubbing the back of your head and holding you close to his chest, he’ll reassure you that he’s not going anywhere, that he’s not going to leave “just because of a silly fight” while you fight back tears on his shoulder.

Reki

Unlike Langa, Reki is a very open person in terms of his feelings, so your fights are rarely because of closed away emotions. However, many are caused by you feeling he is spending too much time in his workshop, overworking himself and not spending as much time with you as he should.

As for Reki, he gets mad when he feels you’re being closed off from him, not telling him things and hiding your true emotions. It’s not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesnt want you shouldering anything by yourself, and tries to make things easier for you by halving the problem.

A very emotional person, and this really shows when the two of you argue. There’s a lot of tears, a lot of raised voices, yknow those exhausted laughs when you’re tired of arguing with someone? Those. He pulls at his hair a lot in frustration too

Both of you need to walk away from each other a lot during arguments. You’re both driven by your emotions, so its hard to think logically once you’ve both gotten really upset.

The type to sit outside a door after an argument if you’ve locked yourself in a room, pressing against it and quietly talking to you, regardless of whether or not he gets a response

Understands space, to a certain extent. He’ll try and talk to you after an argument, try anything to get you to just answer him, to come out from your room, to stop ignoring him. He knows when you really don’t want to face him though, which is when he’ll go out for a while, either to Langa’s for advice, or just for a quiet skate.

Despite how upset he gets in the moment, he gets over it quickly. Once he’s out of his head and seeing properly, he’ll take some time to think it over and see things from your point of view. He’ll come back to you with an apology, and when you’re ready to talk, he’ll discuss things with you this time around instead of fighting

If the fight lasts overnight, he refuses to let you take the couch. If he feels a fight will last, he’ll glue himself to the couch, making it impossible for you to sleep anywhere other than your bed. No matter what the fight was about, he refuses to have you sleep uncomfortably.

Tends to cry after making up. It’s rarely out of sadness, of course, more relief than anything. He’s just happy to have you back in his arms, no longer ignoring him.

Cherry

A very rational person, fights are very rare between the pair of you. When you do fight, it tends to be because you feel he’s being closed off from you, not being as open and emotional with you. As for him, he doesnt like when you act too aloof about things that are actually serious to him

Fights start out quiet, talking in normal tones and using your heads. However, as the fight goes on, your voices gradually get higher and louder, arms thrown in the air as you get in each other’s faces.

He snaps quite a bit. Petty remarks, snappy replies and other unnecessary comments are thrown out without much thought as he gets more pissed off. Not necessarily because he doesn’t have anything to defend himself, but because once he’s started, he’ll do just about anything to piss you off

Depending on the fight, it could last an hour or a week. Both of you are so petty that you’ll refuse to apologise to the other, forgetting who was even in the wrong in the first place

Honestly, whoever goes to sleep first gets the bed, he’s not as considerate as Reki. However, as the fight goes on, the pair of you will stay up for ungodly hours into the night, trying to outlast the other because they dont want them sleeping on the couch. You’ll never admit that though, which is why you wont just fall asleep on the couch first. Besides, if you happen to fall asleep on the couch before Kaoru goes to bed, he’ll carry you upstairs and sleep on the couch himself. He’ll never admit that though, he’ll simply say you woke up and went upstairs in a hazy half-sleep, which is why you dont remember.

He’s definitely programmed Carla to apologise to you for him at least once, rolling her into the room you’re in before quickly walking out to the sound of “Y/N, I-am-very-sorry-and-I-was-wrong-please-forgive-me” in Carlas robotic voice

If you ever go to Joe’s restaurant to cool down, he’ll make a big fuss, swaying and sighing, dramatically shouting about “however will these lovers reconcile!?” Once his act is over though, he’ll comfort you and give you your favourite meal, tutting over the pair of you and thinking of ways to help you make up

Literally won’t let you go of you for at least a week after you fight. This mf is hanging off you, constant forehead kisses, the whole deal. He’s gone without your affection for a long time while you fought, he’s simply making up for lost time

Joe

You get really pissed at him when he flirts with other girls. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just a bit of a girl magnet and it’s his nature to entertain them. Of course, he all yours, but he forgets sometimes that jealousy is actually a thing

Doesnt take arguments as seriously as he probably should. He’s the type to tell you to “calm down” in the worst possible moment, its usually what makes you explode, actually.

Absolutely dense. The type to listen to you shout for five minutes, and only then have the audacity to ask you just what your problem was

It’s not his fault, bless him. He’s just a little unobservant when it comes to your emotions. When he realises you’re actually upset though, he’s apologising profusely and promising to never do it again

His apologies are always so genuine, you generally forgive him. However, if he does something that really pisses you off and you dont forgive him, he’ll give you space to think

Fights are usually resolved within a day. Like Langa, he refuses to let you go to bed angry

Cooks for you every meal regardless of whether or not you eat it. He’ll leave meals outside your door as a sort of truce, quietly pressing against the door and asking you to please come eat with him, that he hates the idea of you holed up in there all alone

Like Kaoru, he tends to reply with snarky remarks that have little to do with the argument, but they have a little less bite to them. More petty, if anything

Another big reason for why fights never last long is because this man literally. Will. Not. Survive. Without. You. You’ll be trying to ignore him while he comes in every five minutes, asking you how to get a certain channel on the TV, or stupid things you know he’s only asking because he misses talking to you

After you make up, he literally wont even look at another girl for at least a week. Mf will literally turn his head the other way if a girl comes near him, shouting about how he’s spoken for

Shadow

The biggest hothead. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean in the moment, which will cause you to storm out and he’ll immediately regret it

The fight almost immediately escalates past hushed voices, swear words thrown around as you get in each other’s faces

He’ll get really upset, but he’ll mask it with being pissed off and angry, clashing pots around and acting like a literal baby. He doesnt want to admit it, but he always feels awful right after a fight. He knows youll need a bit of space after the intense shouting, so he’ll give you that space before even attempting an apology

Aggressively cares for you. Like he’ll say things like “I made food, it’ll taste like shit if you leave it, so I suggest you have it now” or “nope, I want the couch, I’m gonna watch something” he’ll never admit it, he just wants to make sure you’re alright even while fighting

If the two of you go to S while fighting, it’ll be very obvious. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but now you couldn’t be further apart. However, he’s still looking out for you, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re alright. If you’re ever getting hit on by some creep, the fight is forgotten and he’s back at your side, daring the stranger to come any closer to you.

Reki is always the first to notice, poking him and pushing you over to him, trying to get the two of you to make up. Surprisingly, it actually does help clear the air

He can never stay mad at you for long though, he’s completely soft for you

Makes you bouquets to try and apologise. He’s taught you a lot about the meanings of flowers, so he’ll specifically pick ones with hidden meanings like “I’m sorry” or “I love you”

Not very good with verbal apologies. He knows when they’re needed though, and they are usually delivered through a series of grumbles and sad expressions. The thought is there though

Gives very gentle, long hugs after you make up. He’ll hold you close, suggesting a date or a movie to help the two of you relax

Miya

Literally the biggest bitch out of the six to fight with. He’s so petty, he will refuse to admit he’s wrong for the longest time. Once he’s in, there’s no accepting he’s not right

At least for a while anyway. He’ll start to feel bad once he sees just how upset you’re getting, frustrated with his inability to see anyone’s point of view but his own

King of the silent treatment. He’ll hide away behind his switch, drowning out his guilty thoughts with the white noise of animal crossing

He’ll skate to take his mind off things, practicing new tricks until he’s exhausted

Makes really snide remarks that have absolutely nothing to do with the argument. The type to bring up shit that happened 4 months ago just to help his case

Reki is usually the one to make him see sense, telling him just how petty he’s being, and that he cant get so defensive when he’s in the wrong. He knows this, obviously, he just can’t help it sometimes.

Although he’s not one for real apologies, he’ll slowly begin to stop ignoring you, bringing you small snacks or sending you funny things he saw on his phone. He’ll sit beside you, acting as if it was completely unintentional, but will slowly inch closer and closer until he’s curled up at your side, mumbling about how he wasn’t completely right after all

Will literally hit anyone who tries to comment on how the pair of you have made up, talking about how “its not even that big of a deal, just shut up”

Ad*m

Yall fought cause y’know. He’s ad*m

Sat outside your house with a speaker and an ugly ass sign. It started raining and his sign got ruined and his makeup ran

You broke up with him and he cried

Slipped in the rain while leaving <3

[plush-rabbit]

Praise Kink - The Dateables

A/N: gosh,,, i love praise kink ( i don’t think this is praise kinky at all tho and im sorry this is what came to mind) (im also sorry if it gets repetitive)

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Barbatos:

Barbatos has a soft spot for a praise kink. He's articulate with his words, always a soft praise mixed in when he speaks to you, ranging from how well you're doing to soft touches against your shoulder. The praise develops naturally, coming close to you, kissing at your temple and pulling you close. His kinks often lead him to praise you, a soft graze of his fingertips where your back still stings, telling you how well you've taken him as your eyelids start to grow heavy with exhaustion, even a kiss against your leaking sex when he's pushed you just a bit further.

He’s caring and tender, touching at sore spots where he has punished you or touched you with his tail. He'll praise you for how well you did, let his tail curl around your thigh or neck and tell you how good you are to him. Always precise and extraordinary, he gives you all the attention that you need and crave without it being spoken from you. Sex with him is something that he takes quite seriously, always an act of admiration and devotion, he wants to make sure you feel loved, that you understand that he cares for you in a way he has never cared for one before. He'll lay you down, leave marks against your skin and tell you just how much you mean to him.

If you have a praise kink, he’s very accommodating; testing out various words that will get you the most flustered or excited. The thing with the loveable butler is how attentive he is to you and your needs, always listening to your noises of pleasure, moaning against your sex and letting a bare hand trace against your thigh eliciting bumps on your skin. He wants to hear your moans, the soft whimper as he says just the right thing, seeing your legs pinch together and the almost shameful look that you have on your face as smiles sweetly at you. He’ll lift your head and kiss your nose, telling you just how important you are too him.

He’s teasing, pressing his face close to yours, lips brushing against yours, a simple ghost of him that makes you lean closer to him, panting with every breath. He tells you how needful you are, how gorgeous you are under the soft glow from his room lights. Soft words of praise of how giving you are, letting a demon touch your soft skin, how good and wonderful you are. Eager to hear your noises, so hopeful to hear how you whine and tug against his hair, he'll praise and kiss your tummy, let his lips suckle on your sex and tell you how sweet you taste which means quite a lot coming from someone so skilled as him.

“Can you hear that?” His hand is against your sex- wet, clicking noises that fill the room as his hand moves at a rapid pace. “Do you know what that sounds like to me?" Barbatos doesn't wait for a response, his breath warm against your neck. "It sounds like something sweet. Something that not even I could ever replicate in taste. Something so divine that I'm sure it's a sin to even create in such a lewd way." He pulls his hand away and creamy, white discharge sticks to his fingertips in gossamer strings that rip and fall as he spreads his fingers. He places his fingers in his mouth and hums at the taste, eyes closing in satisfaction. “What a lovely taste, dear.” Your breath lodges in your throat, heart beating against your chest and sex leaking does in slow dribbles. “Sweet and creamy- it's a shame you’ve kept this hidden from me.” You move your face and hide it against his chest. “Ah, ah,” he tuts, “I want to see your pretty face when you orgasm.”

Diavolo:

Diavolo is a glutton for praise. He’s been lonely most of his life, only had a few close friends and even then, one serves him and the other was forced into loyalty. He’s always been praised, always feared and respected and told how wonderful he is. He’s never really had true praise until he met you. Your hand will ruffle his hair, you’ll straddle his lap and it’s intimate, he’s losing his breath and his hands are curving around your waist and your breath smells of bubblegum. He’ll bury his face into your collarbone as you tell him how handsome he is. He only wants to make you feel the same and soon enough, he’s praising you whenever he gets a chance too.

Because of his large size, you’re often on top and he’ll cup your face, and pull your head close to him, calling you a good subject, telling you how good you are to the prince. The fat on his cheeks are pushed up as he smiles at you, a heavy hand that rests along your arching spine and he’s kissing you softly. It’s pure praise, telling you how good you are as you tighten around his bulging cock, lips that taste sweet against your open mouth parted to allow moans to slip through. With every gasp of air, he smiles at you, whispering to you about your lovely body.

He loves to have you close to him. A neglected prince with few friends- he craves the physical attention, he needs it and will dig his nails into your delicate skin to pull you close to him. He wants your bare chest close to him, wandering hands as he teases along your nipples. He’ll press his face close to you, feel the rapid rhythm of your heart and let his mouth part, suckling on your chest until your arousal is leaking through the thin fabric of your underwear. He’ll have you grind yourself against a muscular thigh, break apart with spit connecting to your tender nipple and praise at how sweet you are to him- letting a demon nurse on your chest and only accepting pitiful rubs against your sex in exchange.

It’s no surprise that the prince is lonely. As mentioned previously, hearing you compliment him has made him so eager to return the words. You could tell him how nice he looks with a new blazer and he’s returning the compliant tenfold, his large hands cupping your face and telling you how ravishing you look. It translates into the bedroom, having him on his stomach, mouth against your leaking sex that dribbles with arousal and paints his lips in a clear gloss. He’ll whisper about how pretty you look, heavy eyes and a sweaty body. Comment as his finger traces against your slit and watches you twitch in response. He always has this smile on afterwards when you hide your face from him, a growing smile hidden behind your palms. 

“You should be pleased with yourself,” Diavolo speaks, holding you close to him, your legs wrapped around his torso. “It’s not everyday someone can please the future king.” His grin, once sweet and comforting, is predatory with teeth bared for you. “You are a type of delicacy here-” his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, a slight grimace when you tighten around his shaft- “so tight and eager.” His hands run down your spine and the sensation is enough for you to tighten around him. “Breathtaking to look at as you completely lose yourself upon me.” He kisses lightly against your lips, a simple brush of his lips against yours. “Let the future king take car of his most prized possession then, hm?”

Simeon:

As an angel, Simeon is used to giving words of praise, a ghostly hand lingering on your shoulder and brushing down your back. He’s lovely and while he is supposed to be pure, it can only go so far, his actions won’t always reflect his angelic nature. His compliments will linger in a sort of gray area. He’ll lean close to you, have you thank him and lean himself close to your body. The praise will be muddled until you're not sure if he is just praising you or if there is a deeper meaning to his sweet words.

He doesn’t even realize his fixation on it or your reaction to it until you both are in bed, and he’s calling you a good little lamb, a slender hand caressing your face as his forehead rests against yours, eye contact never breaking. His words are spoken with all seriousness, only a smile breaking towards the end when you agree with him, calling yourself a good lamb, repeating the same words as he tells you just how devoted and lovely you are under the stars of Devildom.

As an angel, he walks between a fine line of what he can do with you. Oftentimes, he rather not risk it potentially going against the Lord’s words, so he’ll lay beside you in bed, body free from the clothes that he wears, beside your own naked body. He’ll fist his hand around his cock, whispering under his breath of something that might be a prayer, mixed with your broken name and sharp hisses as he nears his high. Once finished, he’ll hook your legs over his shoulders and watch as your fingers dance against your pulsing sex. He’ll praise at how you weep for him, each arousal drooling down your sex, glistening under the light from his room.

While he cannot touch you freely without extreme precaution to his status as an angel, you are free to touch him as much as you please. He lives for your flustered state- will watch as you pinch your legs together in order to hide the increasingly damp spot on your crotch. He’ll have you rut yourself against him, bite down on his skin and leave your teeth imprint on him akin to a forbidden fruit. He can feel your growing restlessness, the way your legs continue to bump against him, your heated pants as you whisper his name, begging for him to touch you. The angel will chuckle, a tightness in his throat as his hand pets your head and he tells you to be a good, little follower and keep yourself pressed against his thigh as his own hand fondles his thickness.

“Such a pure, innocent soul slowly corrupted over time down here in this hellish place.” But look upon yourself now-” Simeon points to mirror- “on your knees, divine and perfect. Repenting for all your previous sins.” Your eyes water with tears and spill over, shining under him, hands clenched around his thighs as your mouth is full of him. “I'm so proud of how well you’ve kept yourself pure under these circumstances-” he pets your hair lovingly- “so well-behaved and on your knees. Now keep it up, you’re doing such a good job for me.” Such angelic creature, tainted by the sins of an angel who is craving nothing more than your worship and want, smiling as you kiss at his thighs and look up at him with wide doe-like eyes that water with tears.

Solomon: 

Solomon knows what he’s doing when he praises you. He understands the need for his attention on you, to let a hand slide down your arm and hold your hand. He understands why you tighten your hold on his hand when he leans down and tells you how proud he is that you’ve gotten better at practicing magic. With a knowing smile, he’ll pull away and ask you to demonstrate it for him again. He’ll watch, eyes lingering on your hands as you fumble around with the different potions. 

Praise comes in all forms with him. Whether you’re being punished, he’s always praising you at how well you’re taking it. You’ll be bent over his lap, a tight coil in your stomach and reddened face, a bare bottom being striked with an open palm and the sorcerer will tell you how pretty you look with his handprint on your skin. His words will make your heart spike, have you hide your face as his hand soothes over the soft curve of your rear, only to strike it again. When you rise, bottom sore and cheeks wet with fresh tears, he’ll hold your face and kiss your lips, whispering about how cute you looked bent over and mumbling his name with sniffles.

Praises only further the both of you and your needful demands. He understands the power he holds in your hands so when you’re taking him whole, lowering yourself until your chest meets his. He’ll tell you how amazing you feel, how sweet that face of yours is as it nears your orgasm, the way your brows furrow and how you can’t stop whimpering and tightening yourself around him. Each and every time, he does compliment you, he wants to feel the hitch of your hole, the moan of his name and desperate slip of your tongue into his mouth. He’ll continue to compliment you, praise you until you’re absolutely spent above him.

You’re on your stomach, eagerly sucking on his throbbing sex, arousal and saliva mixed as they slide down his shaft. He can feel your eagerness with every wet noise that sounds from you- the clicking of his cock and your mouth, the gagging when you push too far and nurse steadily out of his cock. His hands will clutch at the comforter under him, words of praise pushed past his gritted teeth. He’s telling you how good you are, whispering how you’re the best, little cocksucker out there as he twitches under you, shuddering when you swirl your tongue on his slit. He’ll call you gorgeous and kiss at your lips when you pull away. 

“You seem to be a bit flushed,” Solomon hums, his hand curving around your thigh, the coarse fingertips adding pressure against the sore spots where he had touched. “My, my. If I had known praise elicited such a response, I would have done something about it sooner.” You can feel his smile against your neck, a sharp canine pressed below your pulsing point. He pulls away and tilts his head, eyes heavy with ardor. “What a good, little slut-” he kisses at your nose- “taking all of me without complaint-” his breath is hot against your lips. “Now keep that cute look on your face and let me take care of you.” His hands are pawing at your body, twisting at your nipples, pressed against your neck and wetting themselves against your tongue, your body burning as his hands wander.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, flirting, Bruce is frustrated

A/n:So been in a dc mood today and couldn’t get this out of my head i really hope you enjoy it xx

Bruce meets you when you both get called into the school and instantly wants you to himself.

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle.

You grumbled as you walked up to the pretentious school pissed that it wasn't near any bus routes, cos these type of people don't use that sort of thing. The walk was long and arduous especially after the 10 hour shift you just finished cos some stupid little twat decided he didn't feel like coming in today and called in 'sick' at the last minute even tho you heard his giggling girlfriend in the back ground. Sighing you pulled out your hair tie slapping it up into a neater messy bun as you made your way into the school reception stopping ,you raised an eyebrow at the receptionist as she gave you a side glance pretending not to notice you. You looked up to the ceiling praying for some restraint because you'd had just about as much as you could take today and didn't need the snobby attitude of these people. After a few moments you looked at her.

"Excuse me I'm here to see Mr Koleman I'm running a bit late so could you sign me in?" you said as calm as possible she rolled her eyes.

"Mr Kolman doesnt take personal meetings on the school grounds" she said snidely dismissing you , you growled at the implication.

"I'm Jack Cookes sister you phoned me earlier?"

"oh? you have an appointment?" she said. you grit your teeth.

"Trust me if I didnt I wouldnt be here" she gave you the once over then reached a perfectly manicured hand beside her screen lifiting a clip board

" and your Mrs?" you shook your head

"Miss Cooke with an e" a chuckle and whispers rippled through the office as she checked you in and handing you a visitors pass. You snatched it and made your way down to the hall to a mini reception outside the principles office. As you opened the door you spotted your little brother supporting a bloody nose ,cut cheek and eyebrow. Ignoring everyone you ran across the room stopping before him and his best friend.

"Oh for fuck sake Jack, here let me look" you said tilting his face this way and that you looked beside him swivling on your feet pulling the boys face up.

"Damien are you ok- seriously you to?" you cut yourself off seeing a dark bruise on the boys jaw you tutted rummaging through your bag pulling out a pack of ibuprofen and small bottle of water passing it to them both.

"here take these" stopping as the principles secretary snapped at you.

"Miss! you cannot give medication to other student's god knows what they are!!" you rolled your eyes giving the sleeve of tablets to Jack who then popped out two and gave them to Damien before taking his own.

"Happy?" you quipped at her with an innocent smile then turned to Jack

"Jack please please tell me you still have all your teeth" he smiled showing a full set then looked at Damien who copied. You sighed in relief smoothing both boys hairs then placed a kiss on each of their heads. You continued coddling them unaware of the man behind you watching shocked as damien sat still letting you fuss over him. Bruce didnt know you from adam but damien apparently did

"Was it them again? I told you if your gonna retaliate keep it off campus!" you said kneeling in front of them hand on either boys knee.

"We didn't start it." your brother stated and you believed him , he and Damien get themselves into trouble I mean there a couple of teenage boys there bound to act up but he doesn't just 'verbally disrespect people and attack other students' as the teacher on the phone had put it.

"Ok what happened?" you asked they both looked down Damien spoke up first

"They started calling us names again, kyle tripped and blamed Jack for it getting him told off so i called Kyle out on it then they started calling us names again we told Mrs Hatt and she laughed saying sticks and stones" . Jack continued

"So I called her a drunk fat bitch who was at best a fucking baby sitter, kyle slammed my head into the desk for it cos he's a little ass lick." you sighed as Damien took over

"SoIi punched kyle in the face knocking him on his ass and Clarence hit me and Jack headbutted him then we were pulled apart"

"yeah were did you learn to punch like that? he went down like a sack of shit" Jack asked laughing damien joined him laughing you deadpanned as they high five'd one another.

"Ok guys thats neither here nor there the point is your teacher sat back and watched?" they nodded there teacher seemed to have a problem with your brother due to your social class, he'd been accepted as part of a new law that all private schools must accept a certain number of full scholarship students to give everyone 'an equal opportunity' you'd been complaining to the school about the bullying and the teachers attitude but nothing has been one it seems.

"So you didn't hit them first?" you asked Damien shook his head at you. you believed them they were good kids.

"Good but you know fighting isn't the answer right?" they shook their heads you stood up fully taking a seat beside them.

"Damien thank you for helping him and Jack fuck sake don't you know headbutting hurts you more than the other guy. I'm sorry this is still happening guys but I'm gonna take care of it ok? trust me?" they both nodded at you still looking a little sorry for themselves you swung around in your seat only now seeing Bruce sitting opposite you.

"Bruce Wayne, you must be Jacks sister Y/n was it?" you nodded as his hand devoured your in a hand shake.

"Yep that's me. sorry your boy got dragged into this" he chuckled waving it off

"He will always find trouble at least this time its for sticking up for his friend, im glad to finally have a face to put to the name they talk about you alot" you nodded at that couldn't help your breathing hitch slightly at his smile his eyes seemed to burn into you analyzing you. You flushed slightly under his gaze

"Good things i hope" he nodded at you licking his bottom lip damien sighed you loked away before smirking at Jack.

"You really called her a drunk fat bitch?" he laughed proud of himself

"Yeah, sticks and stone and all that thought id test it" you laughed out loud

"To quick for them huh? I see where your going with it tho smart ass" he smiled sheepishly

"Well it worked for you, had to give you a leg to stand on" you laughed high fiving him . Bruce flinched as the display made you look your age. your relationship with your brother was a strange one. One moment you had to be the 'politically correct parent' the next you could return to being his 'cool older sister', there was 12 years between you but it didn't bother either of you , it wasn't that long ago that you were in school so you understood him. You struck up a conversation with the two boys, Damien had been the only one in the school to get along with Jack and you were thankful that they found each other two peas in a pod and he seemed to be coming round constantly it hadn't taken long before you started mothering him to. They were always together at your house or the manor but youd never met bruce jntill today sure damien had spoke about him, convinced that the two of you would hit it off, you just laughed him off saying it was wishfull thinking, but you couldnt help but wonder as you sat across from the handsom man well aware of his eyes watching your every move. Bruce watched fascinated as you seemed to be on the same level as the boys , if he was honest he was happy to see Damien relaxed around someone. Damien constaly gushed about you to him and he could see why as his eye scanned you up and down taking everything in , you was certainly beautiful petite and slightly heavy set you had a young carefree air about you that still held a nurturing aspect , probably what drew damien to you the boy had never had a motherly type of women around him, hell even he felt drawn to you in more ways then one, he noted as he felt,his blood rush south. It had been a while since any woman had coaxed such a strong reaction from him. He'd never been one for the young domestic type but there was something in him that wanted you. He tried reasoning that it was because of the way you had coddled his son, or maybe it was that he missed that motherly affection himself, but no there was something more then that a deep atraction pulling at him.He could see why Damien had taken a shine to you he'd be lying if he said he hasn't already been thinking of a reason to meet up with you outside of school. It was rare that someone caught him by surprise and you had defiantly caught him by surprise. Clearing his throat he re-position himself on his seat as his boxers became tighter embarrassed and admittedly a bit confused as watching you mother the two teens had begun to arouse him. You looked over to him with concern.

"Are you ok Mr Wayne?" he inwardly groaned at the name and way you looked at him so innocently ,no idea what you were doing .fuck. He forced a charming smile

"Yes just wish they'd hurry up." you sighed pouting slightly

"It seems a bit stupid calling this an emergency then making us wait this long. twats." you snipped crossing your arms across your chest huffing he chuckled hearing the barely held back irritation, imagining just how bratty you could be, and exactly how he could deal with said bratty behaviour a shiver ran down his spine, he sucked through his teeth as his cock twitched at the thought his mind racing to other tempting scenarios of you and him, shaking his head he had to snap himself out of it. The door opened and you were both called in. He watched wide eyed as you rose your demeanor changed completely, gone was a fun loving motherly young woman and there stood a less than impressed mama bear under 5ft tall but walked like a giant. He blinked and staggered in behind you thankful that he opted for a longer blazer that helped cover his 'situation' once in the office you set down in front of Mr Koleman the principle a stout balding man that was king of his own little castle and like to let everyone know it.

Mr Koleman looked at you with distaste then smiled shaking hands with Bruce.

"Ah Mr Wayne good to see you again tho I hoped it was on better terms. Miss Cooke I'm glad you could come down today I wasn't sure you'd make it this time." he said condescendingly you smirked putting on your polite 'adult' voice.

"well I've been trying to get an appointment with you about these issues that I'm sure your fully aware of, however you seem fully booked so I'm glad I finally have the opportunity to straighten a few thing out" he grimaced as he took a seat behind the desk.

" Yes well I am a very busy man." he said

"Yes I noticed that when the receptionist mistook me for a personal visitor." you hear Bruce cough covering a laugh as the principle opened and closed his mouth speechless.

"Any way what was it you wanted to discuss Mr Koleman?" he scowled not used to being shut down by a young women. He leaned forward shuffling papers

"yes well we've been having problems with Jack for a few months as your aware-"

"Yes I'm aware that he is being targeted by his teacher and bullied by other students in the class which is being over looked and in some instances encouraged by the staff at this school. but go on." you interupted him staring at him unblinkingly Bruce gapped before collecting himself sitting back to watch the show the distinct feeling that you were going to rip this man a new arsehole.

"Uh-oh i was not aware of that"

"do not lie to me" you growled 'and here we go' Bruce thought he'd been with enough women to know that all hell was going to break loose as the quiet sweetheart form out side became a little spitfire in the office and couldn't help the a quick fantasy of you being this fiesty for him in his office. You pulled out a small red diary from your bag turning to dates in it.

"On the 4th of March I phoned the school and spoke to a Mrs Hatt to discuss cases of bullying she said that it was being taken care of and that I had no reason to worry. March the 12th Jack came home with bruises on his back caused by the same students they had tied knots in there ties and whiped him with them while getting changed for p.e, I had raised concerns about it nothing was done. I phoned again and once again was fobbed off by Mrs Hatt that there was nothing happening, then Jack comemhome with a sprained wrist, then it was bruised stomach, then a cut forhead and a brokennfinger from them smashing it in a door etcetera these incidents continued and I continued to report them and it was always the same names that popped up, the same three boys. I'd had enough on May 21st I phoned and asked to speak to you instead I got through to a Mrs Hamsten? the vice principle?" you watched as his face became paler and paler as you spoke he nodded. Bruced leant back eyes blown finding himself getting hotter as he watched you tear down the man infront of you.

"Yes and she said that the boys had been put into detention for it which turned out to be a lie another student confirmed that nothing had been done. I then put my issue in writing, I wrote a letter sent by recorded post to you about the issue and received a reply, sighed by you, that you have a no tolorence policy and would look into it, nothing has been done and now you have the audacity to call me up and have me come in here because he finally had enough and stuck up for himself because this little shit split his face open on a desk whilst the teacher watched? tell me Mr Koleman do you still want to pretend you dont know what I'm talking about because I've recored all the calls I've made about this." you tore into him as he shrunk further and further into his seat not prepared for you to come at him so direct. Bruce didnt know what the fuck happened to the sweet little thing he saw outside but what he did know was that was one of the sexist things he'd seen as you asserted yourself beautifully not giving the man time to respond. If it wasn't for Mr Koleman sitting behind the desk he'd already have you spread out on it underneath him. 'Another time'he thought to himself he licked his lips tugging at his trousers again trying to ease the ache in his cock as it strained against its confines.

"Ah yes well, now that I think about it I do remeber a letter" he stumbled over his words you nodded your head

"Yes I'm sure you do. Today was the inevitale blow up." He collected himself looking at Bruce for some sort of back up instead the billionaire scowled at him.

"Be that as it may there is no excuse for calling a teacher a drunk fat bitch." you nodded

"I agree how ever it was for science. Your member of staff who has neglected her duty to keeping my brother safe on school grounds ,has brushed off his bullying useing 'stick and stones' so he decied to test that theory by calling her a drunk fat bitch, turns out names do hurt and caused her to become agitated that she allowed him to have his face smashed into a desk by another student cutting open his eyebrow, cheek and bloody his nose. I dont think she should be able to teach if she cant practice what she preaches and certainly shouldnt be left incharge of children if she is that unstable that she would allow an attack to happen because her feeling were hurt."

"yes well he dragged Mr Waynes son into this-"

"Damien and Jack are friends Damien saw Kyle attack Jack and defended him which is more I can say for the staff at this school. I'm warning you Mr Koleman sort it out before I go to the press. How do you think that would look? when your school board find out that Mr Wanyes son was injured defending his friend when the teacher didn't lift a fucking finger. You wanna go there? cos I fucking will I've had enough." he sat up straighter alarmed, Bruce moaned deep in his chest but watching you was really doing it for him he didnt know why or care in all honesty he just wanted more of you.

"No, no theres no need for that. We can sort this out between us no need for the governors or press. Mr Wayne is there anything you'd like to add." he said trying hard to wrap up this meeting. You looked at Bruce who frankly you forgot was even there he shook his head looking strange, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

"I think Miss Cooke summed everything up wounderfully, and she has my full support sort out these kids, I know that they have been causing Damien problems name calling getting him in trouble such and he has said the teacher dosn't do anything about it. I wont stand for it any more , if its not sorted out by the end of the week I will bring Miss Cooke with me and we will speak to the school bored in person." You let out a breath you didnt know you was holding relief flooded you as he said this slightly worried that he'd throw you under the bus. He locked eyes with you his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavy he winked subtly, you flushed looking back to the man behind the desk as he cleared his throat.

"Right well I will see to it personally and it will be sorted by the end of the week, you both seem to have concerns with Jack and Damien's teacher so as of tomorrow I will have them moved into another class whilst I investigate. I will phone you both up to check in with the boys I'm terribly sorry that it has been left this long." he stood motioning for you both to do the same ending with.

"The boys can leave early today while I deal with this." Bruce opened the door letting you through growling as the principle made a point to oogle your ass as you left, quickly standing between you blocking his veiw of you he glared at the fat prick his message was clear. That hot little spitfire is mine so back off. He stared down at him chest puffed out standing taller and broarder intimidating the little weasel until he looked away. Bruce smirked then left the office slamming the door behind him finding you explaining to the boys what was happening, joining you as they stood up getting there bags .

"you boys go out and wait by the car while we sign out at the front." Bruce instructed they nodded running ahead to the school enterance.

"The car?" you asked looked up at him shyly

"Yes i will give you both a lift" he said leaving no room for argument. You thanked him then spoke quietly looking down trying not to freak out as he stood closer then you thought was neccasary.

"Thank you for sticking up for me in there, I dont usually get like that but you know I get a bit protective." he chuckled at you showing off a brilliant smile

"Its no problem, to be honest I found the whole mama bear thing very sexy your lucky we we'rnt alone" he said winking you blushed

"Wh-what? sh-shut up" you squeeked out he shook his head at you as he put an arm out over you holding the doors to main reception you thanked him queitly skipping through feeling small catching yourself breathing deeper to smell more of his fresh scented cologne.

"No I'm serious any where else and well" he wiggled his brows at you making you giggle

"and the way you are with damien?ive never seen him like that" he asked trailing off

"Yes well he is a sweet kid, he comes over quiet a bit as you know Alfred drops him off and the boys go off doing their thing, just sort of started to mother him a bit sorry" he smirked at you

"Well if I'd known how stunning you were it'd be me dropping him off. And dont apologize I'm not mad just a bit jealous. Tho not for long" he said handing his pass to the snooty receptionist who gave him bedroom eyes before glaring at you for keeping his attention.

"J-jealous? of Damien why?" you stuttered then bit your lip blushing. He groaned the site of it as he throbbed agin nearly cumming as his cock rubbed harshly agains the soft cotton of his boxers, he just couldnt control it. oh he was definatly gonna have you for himself, somehow you turned him into a horny teenager all over again.

"Well he got to have all your attention earlier, hurts a mans pride when his son can capture a beautiful woman's attention and he cant." you looked away from him giving your pass to the secatary who snatched it with a snarl.

"Im hoping you'd show some mercy and come out for lunch with me?" you gasped snapping your gaze at him.

"Wh-what you mean to talk about the school?"

"No as in a date" he explained you froze feeling butterflies in your tummy looking at the gorgeous man.

"Date? now? like right now?" he nodded smirking thoroughly enjoying you being so flustered.

"yes now I dont have anything else planned for today." you gulped when he gave you a heated look you felt like a meal taking a step back

" I'd love to but I have to clean up Jack and-." you began your excuse only for him to cut you short.

"Nonsense he can come to the manor and spend the day with Damien, Alfred is a good nurse he will patch them up." you blinked trying to think of another reason as he stood staring you down at you waiting to for to decide feeling like a deer in the head lights you realized this alpha of a man wasn't going to give you much of a choice.

"O-ok if your sure alfred wouldn't mind watching him." you nodded shyly Bruce gave a triumphant smirk and threw an arm across your shoulders tucking you against him walking to the main doors.

"Alfred wont mind watching the boys." you both walked outside to the boys Damien sighed at his dad before Jack spoke up.

"Told you he was looking at her ass"

"JACK! He was not!" you screeched at him damien laughed and bruce unlocked the range rover

"I thought I was being subtle about it" you gaped at him speechless as he opened the passenger door the boys gagged getting in the back. You got in the car pouting to yourselfand Bruce climbed in.

"Fucking hell I've never seen her speechless, how'd you do that?" Jack said Damien scoffed

"Dad just keep your boner in your pants until were out of the way."

"Yer shes my sister dont need to see her sucking face." You blushed trying to shush the boys

"DAMIEN! He does not have a boner!"

"Uh yer he does look."You tired not to look you really did but it just sort of happend you squeeked covering your mouth faceing forward and jumped as bruce leant over buckling your seat belt whispering in your ear.

"I did tell you the mama bear was sexy" puljng away he spoke to the boys

"Dont worry boys, we will behave until your out of ear shot" You gapped as they cringed with cries of 'ew dad no' and 'come on thats my sister' he laughed at them patting your thigh before pulling out of the school

"So you asked her on a date yet Dad?" Bruce raised and eye brom looking at him in the rear view mirror pulling out onto the main road.

"Well we are dropping you both off at the manor does that answer your question?"

Jack groaned not sure if he likes the idea of his sister dating his best friends dad.

"dont you hurt her Mr Wayne I know where you live" you smiled at that finding it cute him trying to be the protective little man. The drive was quiet for a while before jack piped up.

"Holy shit if they get married I'd be your uncle" you groaned holding you face in your hands bruce only laughed

"Jack its one lunch date jesus"

".....Can I walk you down the isle?"

"JACK?!"

"What she means is well cross that bridge when we come to it" you stared at Bruce as he smirked enjoying teasing you the boys snickered in the back. You sat back wondering just what you'd gotten youself into.

[vldkeith]

do number one!

1. Them as a child

lance was a golden boy lfgjdsklga all the old ladies at his catholic church fawned over him, and his teachers--even tho he talked constantly and generally made a ruckus--loved him. he was a charmer who often got into trouble and often took the fall for others, claiming responsibility for recess crimes he hadn’t done to protect the reputations of the other kids. none of this rly went away as he got older, it just manifested in different ways; lance was always always lovable, and the first person he came out to, his sixth grade teacher, only got that info bc she noticed he was behaving too well, being too quiet, and pulled him aside and asked him what was wrong. lance doesnt necessarily withdraw from his family/community once he realizes he likes boys too, but his relationship with them is never the same & never as authentic...generally tho everybody adores him and finds him to be a cute rascal, so they tend to generously forgive him many troublemaker tendencies :) 

keith is the opposite! obviously gksfdjhgfksd he always got in trouble for picking fights with other kids, even before texas died (tho it worsens considerably after that), and he often got notes on his report cards tutting about how he was antisocial and had trouble making friends. keith’s not dumb tho, so he generally still did well in school; not, like, honor-student-well, but he coasted by easily enough. teachers mostly questioned his social life, or lack thereof. texas never rly took these notes seriously tho, he always told keith to be himself, so keith kind of blew them off and stayed satisfied with his cool firefighter dad as his best and only friend. this is partially why things were so rough after texas died; keith became more withdrawn, more volatile, and he got shoved through the shitty american foster care system, which put him with multiple different families that he ran away from every time. his schooling suffered, he had maybe one or two ppl he’d count as “friends” (and one crush he never told) and mostly stuck by himself, playing with his shadow friends and reading old scifi books.

[angrylizardjacket]

heard your name in every love song {Ben Hardy} 18

18. hold the line, love isn’t always on time

Summary: Merissa comes to the afterparty and makes new friends, meanwhile you and Ben need to have a serious talk about your feelings.

A/N: 3678 words. idk why i consistently headcanon ben always conveniently having makeup wipes, but i do. also i really like the end of this chapter. ALSO ALSO lgbt+ kids are pack animals, do not test me on this (merissa can have a little romance, as a treat)

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One of the producers is holding a not-so-small get together in the penthouse suit of one of London’s ritzier hotels, and when you asked if you could bring your friend along, the producer gives a shrug and waves you away; there’s enough people going whose names he already doesn’t know, what’s one more? So you text Merissa where to meet you, and you get her past security to where the cast and crew are being picked up from; for the first time since you’d met her, Merissa is subdued. When you get back to the cast, she’s quiet, even a little shy, and it takes you a few moments to realise she’s starstruck.

Merissa offers compliments when someone speaks to her, always quick to point out something about an individual’s performance in the film when she recognizes them, but she never approaches anyone.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere,” Ben joins you and Merissa not long after you’d brought her around. The first round of cars had already left, and you’re due to be ushered into the second. Merissa looks at him with her wide, nervous eyes, and then tips her head to the side as the realization hits her.

“You played football with my brother for five years,” she says flatly; she’s been aware of Ben’s existence far too long to be intimidated by him, “Ryan Fitzroy, I’m Merissa-“

“Your friend Merissa,” Ben turns to you, eyes sparkling with amusement, “is Little Fitzy?” he sounds delighted, though the reference goes over your head. You look helplessly to Merissa, whose face twists to something embarrassed at the old nickname, and she tells him to fuck off, but Ben’s grin is a million watts as he slings an arm around you.

“You remembered her but not me?” It’s far more genuinely annoyed than you’d anticipated it sounding, but it kind of feels a little like adding insult to injury. Ben, at the very least, has the decency to look a little embarrassed.

“Her mum used to take the team out for fish and chips after our game each week,” Ben explained, “every Sunday for five years.” And it seems even the nostalgia of it all is feeding into his good mood for the night.

“And mum always had me tag along and my brother’s nickname was Fitzy,” Merissa explained, voice heavy with resolution. You give her an apologetic look, but she seems to have relaxed somewhat, at the very least.

“How is Fitzy?” Ben asked casually, and Merissa sighed deeply, rolling her eyes.

“Failing his Masters and slutting his way across Ireland’s many fine universities; he says hi, by the way,” she adds, and Ben nods, and ruminates on this for a moment, before you spot Alexandra making her way over. Thank god.

“I can’t believe I ever thought the two of you would actually talk to each other about your feelings before the premiere; now I owe Evan fifty bucks,” Alexandra gives both you and Ben a shove, but she’s grinning, before she turns to Merissa, “they’re hopeless, right?”

“You are both far too invested in our love lives,” you tut, but you can see Merissa already warming to her, suppressing a laugh.

“Absolutely,” she agrees with a sly smile, shooting an amused look out the corner of her eye, before looking back at Alexandra, “you did an absolutely incredible job, by the way; I totally had a thing for Storm back in high school, and it’s all come back full force.”

“Oh I totally agree – about the high school crush thing, Halle Berry’s,” Alexandra’s quick to clear up, making a noise of appreciation at the mere mention of her predecessor, smiling so bright and genuine as she regards Merissa with intrigue and amusement, “I am me, and I don’t think I’m enough of a narcissist to have a crush on my character, at least not yet, maybe if I do another film.” She laughing lightly, offering her hand, “Alex Shipp.”

“Merissa Fitzroy, I’m a friend of Y/N’s.”

“I believe she’s mentioned you before,” the realization occurs, and Merissa’s eyes go wide with a sudden dread and confusion, but Alex is quick to reassure her; she’s good at that, “only good things, I promise; she loves you a lot, you know.” Merissa’s expression turns soft as she looks to you, something unspoken and grateful in her gaze.

One of the assistants calls to the four of you, as the next car arrives.

“Alex!” Evan calls, pushing his way through the small crowd, just as the four of you were about to squeeze into the car, “Alex you lost the bet, don’t cheat –“ he turns to you and Ben, “don’t let her convince you of anything.” He instructed, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Got it, ignore that she told us she’d lost the bet,” you nodded with as much seriousness as you could muster. Merissa, behind you, snorts a laugh into her hand. Alex’s grin gets wider.

“Hey- no, that’s not what I- “ he pulled an unhappy face, and you blew him a kiss as you stepped into the car, “Alex –“ he turned his attention back to his original target as she slides neatly into the front seat.

“I’ll Venmo you.”

“You better,” but he’s smiling, and he closes the door after Merissa slides in, giving her a nod and a grin, while she does her best to smile back.

“That’s the Horror Story boy,” she hissed with excitement the moment the door had closed, and she was safely behind tinted windows. A vague sort of ‘oh right, my friends are kind of a big deal’ makes it’s way through your head, “Murder House boy!”

“I will give you the fifty dollars I owe him if you call him that to his face,” Alexandra offers, twisting around in the front seat to give Merissa the single most mischievous grin you’ve ever seen her wear. Merissa immediately goes quiet, eyes going wide and a little nervous, like she’s said something wrong, like she’s being made fun of, “hey, no,” Alexandra’s voice turns gentle, and she reaches out, around the seat to rest a hand on Merissa’s knee, “I was kidding; I get that all this can be overwhelming, just talk to him however you want, Evan’s lovely.” She assured. Merissa look at Alexandra’s dainty hand where it’s resting, warm against her skin, and finally looks back up to Alexandra’s gaze, huffing out a cathartic laugh.

“You guys are so weird.” Shaking her head with disbelief, Merissa gives Alexandra’s hand a fond pat; something about the interaction has seemingly demystified your actor-friends for Merissa, who comes out of her shell when you all finally arrive at the after party. Alexandra makes the executive decision to show Merissa around –

“Alex are you stealing my friend?” You tease, and Alexandra goes to comment, but Merissa beats her to it, wrapping an arm around Alex’s shoulders.

“She stole you from me first,” Merissa says loftily, “I think it’s only fair that I steal her for a night,” and Alexandra laughs, arm snaking around Merissa’s waist, clearly not objecting to the idea.

“What kind of logic is that?” Ben snorts, and Alex clears her throat pointedly.

“The kind of logic that lets you two be alone together,” and she makes a kissy face at you both while Merissa chokes on a laugh, and the two of them make a beeline for where a few cast members were gathered around the sofas, leaving you and Ben, as she had so kindly pointed out, alone.

He’s got his arm around you, warm and secure, but there’s suddenly butterflies in your stomach.

“Balcony?” Ben suggests, and you’re agreeing quickly, suddenly feeling like the warm air of the suite is too stuffy, choking you. Ben had kissed you and neither of you have talked about it. It happened an hour ago. You’re still reeling. Having Merissa around meant there hadn’t been time to process, and now, without knowing what this means for the both of you, having him by your side still feels like he’s a million miles away.

The balcony is mercifully quiet, and the air is crisp on this fine, Spring evening. A few producers are talking in hushed, excited voices to one another at the other end of the balcony, but for now you and Ben had some modicum of privacy, if you ignored the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the suite itself.

“So.” You lean hard against the railing, head bowed but eyes closed to avoid looking at the ground so far below you. Suddenly, it’s as if all the energy, all the momentum you’d built up from the night dissipates with the gentle breeze. You hear a quiet ting as Ben’s cufflinks hit the metal railing as he leans against it beside you.

“So.” He agrees, and sucks in a deep breath of air. He’s waiting for you, you realise, and something about that irks you.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you had actual feelings for me?” You ask bluntly; with your eyes shut, you can’t see Ben’s reaction, but given his hesitation, he hadn’t been expecting the question.

“I don’t… I- why?” He splutters, and you sag, sighing deeply.

“Because I never –“ the words catch in your throat, and you look up to the sky, to the stars glittering overhead, rather than at him, “it seems kind of unfair; you know I never really stopped having feelings for you, right?” And finally you look at him, see his wide-eyed surprise, which you hadn’t actually been expecting; you’d thought you’d been obvious. After a moment, however, you consider, “it’s not the same as before,” you concede, to which he frowns, “it’s different, but not… not less.” You paused, and in that moment, his gaze locks with yours and you give the barest of smiles, “and never gone.”

Part of you had loved him because he was familiar, because from very early in the filming process, he’d made it clear that he was a safe place to put your feelings so long as he never found out about their true origins. And to love him initially was to help your career, to play romance onscreen and off, and let them feed into one another, to make you valuable to the project, to make you indispensable. But you’d been afraid to be yourself incase you weren’t what the world, the producers, or Ben was really looking for.

But they saw you for who you are anyways.

And as it turned out, one by one, they still chose you.

“I just assumed you’d want nothing to do with me after everything that happened,” Ben admits, “after I didn’t hear back from you after coming to see your show, I thought… I realized you’d washed your hands of me, you know?”

You hadn’t, at the time, realized that he’d been trying to reach out to you with that text, so caught up in getting the role in Ready Player One, and confused as to why now he’d messaged you that you hadn’t even considered – miscommunication. Fuck.

“So if I’d… said something back, we could have avoided all this?” You ask softly, before it hits you – “you’ve had feelings for me for six whole months now? All through reshoots?”

“When you told me not to lead you on, I thought it was because you’d moved on already, and didn’t want to –“ he tries, though the reality of the situation seems to be occurring to him too, apology written all over his face, “when I saw you in Streetcar, I realized,” he swallowed hard, looking at his hands for a moment, voice softening, “fuck, I don’t know what I realized, I just saw you up there and it’s like –“ he cut himself off, finally looking at you, vague embarrassment etched across his face, “I’m not good with this stuff,” he muttered, finally.

“It’s okay; I didn’t want you to feel guilty if you clued in to me still having feelings,” you admitted, stepping up to him, “so I pretended I didn’t have them. Tried to. I thought you still thought of me as a kid.”

“You’re not.”

“Glad we’re both on the same page,” you smirk a little, wrapping your arms around his neck. There’s those butterflies again, your heartbeat picking up as four words lay heavy on your tongue. So much has happened tonight, maybe he sees the way you hesitate, the sudden nervousness in your eyes, “Ben, I –“ the words catch in your throat, terrified to let it go unsaid, but unable to make the words come out. But then there’s Ben, smiling gently at you, a warmth in his eyes that settles all your nerves, his arms around you, pulling you close.

“I know,” he says softly, and he kisses you. It feels earned this time, not an impulsive rush, but the final note to a perfect symphony. There’s nothing left unspoken between you, it’s easy to melt into his embrace, to forget the world and indulge in the moment.

“Wait,” it comes out as a gasp as Ben leans back a little, eyes alight, but lips already kiss bruised, “that thing… that thing at the end of the movie; you- does that mean?”

“Dude, I’m the next antagonist,” your smile is sharp enough to cut glass, pupils blown wide as you revel in the revelation. You’re not expecting the way his expression changes, shining with pride and love.

“Bloody hell,” he breathes, and his whole face scrunches into a grin as he peppers you with kisses, “you weren’t kidding when you said today X-Men, tomorrow the world.” He laughs, and oh, there’s so much excitement in his voice for you, and it hits you in a way you hadn’t expected, taking root in your heart, blossoming with warmth.

So you kiss him again, and hope he feels the warmth too.

You’re not out there for much longer, content in each other’s arms before deciding to head back inside, eager to talk to the rest of the cast and crew about the film itself. Alexandra and Merissa had been diligently guarding the door, as it had turned out, giving you and Ben as much time as you’d need to discuss everything that had been plaguing you, which you’re quietly grateful for.

There is, however, a small crowd with them, discussing at length, how much they’d enjoyed the film, and the process of making it, which included Evan, Sophie, and Tye, the latter of which flicked a cocktail onion at you. It missed and hit Ben in the cheek, to which Tye apologized, and Ben shook his head, huffing a laugh. Everyone else, however, aside from Alexandra and Evan who were also acquainted with your new dynamic, looked confused.

“At least the CGI made you bearable to look at,” Tye smirks at you, and you’re aware that Merissa’s expression has suddenly turned murderous, but your own smile goes painfully sweet.

“I wish I could say the same for you,” you tell him. Sophie chokes on her drink, but Tye’s smile turns actually rather fond.

“I walked into that one, didn’t I?”

“A little,” Ben agreed, giving your hip a squeeze, and you leaned into him, smiling a little smugly. The conversation picks up again, but Merissa’s looking at you with her eyebrows raised in silent question; do I have to throw hands with your new costar? You had to hold back a laugh, answering out loud.

“Don’t get me wrong, if given half a chance I would roundhouse kick Tye into the sun –“

“The feeling’s mutual.” He cuts in.

“But I actually like him very much, I promise,” and when you look across at him, he gives finger guns that convey a similar sentiment.

“You guys are gonna kill each other on set,” Ben says mildly, and you hum in quiet, amused agreement, “sounds like it’s going to be a great movie.” When you look at him, he’s looking back, smiling easily, no hint of jealousy, just amusement and support, a newfound sense of security that you find calming.

“Your screams though,” Sophie later brings up, when the two of you go to the suite’s bar together, further reminding you that this is the fanciest hotel room you’ve ever been in, the two of you deep in a discussion about how excited you are already for the next film, “every time- Y/N, every time I felt it like, like here,” she jabs her sternum with three fingers, eyes wide, “how did you not lose your voice? I mean, I know there was a lot of lemon tea, but the emotion – my God!”

“No, dude, stop,” you feel yourself growing embarrassed and flustered, and yes, perhaps you’re both a little tipsy, but you were celebrating, “that whole Phoenix bit at the end; Soph, I was in tears, actual real tears,” you cling to her, exuberantly pouring out your heart, “if anyone’s gonna take me down next film, I’d be honored if it was you.”

“Oh!” Her expression lights up with realization, “that’s right, I forgot that Jean does that in the comics, oh –“ her face turns to something a little sad and considerate, “I never thought… I didn’t think me-Jean would kill anyone, she’s just sixteen, it’ll be very interesting.” She nods sincerely, and you can’t help but admire her just for a moment.

You stay into the wee hours of the morning, discussing the film’s highlights, and hopes for the franchise’s future, until you suddenly find yourself exhausted.

And suddenly at a crossroads.

Because there’s no way you’re sleeping alone tonight now that you’ve finally got Ben back, but you’ve agreed to share your hotel room the studio had set you up in with Merissa. It seems strangely complicated for all of five minutes while you’re discussing options with Merissa, before Ben sees fit to remind you that he has a flat in the city, only a few blocks away.

“Give Little Fitz –“

“Hey!” Merissa protests the nickname from where she’s half draped across Alexandra’s lap, but Ben mostly ignores her.

“- your key card and stay with me.” It’s as simple as that; you confirm with Merissa that it’s okay, handing over the key card, and she looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“What am I gonna say? No? Christ, go do depraved things to each other –“

“Merissa!”

“Kidding!” She laughs, before schooling her expression into something faux serious, “or am I?”

“Fitz, I hate you.” You tell her, and she scowls at your sudden use of the nickname, but obligingly shuts her mouth, and sulks against Alexandra as you and Ben say goodbye.

“They’re into each other,” Ben mutters on the way out, and you throw a look over your shoulder to where Merissa had taken one of Alexandra’s hands in her own, and was trying to read the actress’ fortune in her palm. You knew this move, of course, which Merissa always used as an excuse to hold someone’s hand when she liked them.

“They’re cute together,” you offer with a shrug, and turn back around, but not before catching the way that Alexandra was the one to link her fingers with Merissa’s, “I’m never going to let her forget it.” You add, and Ben laughs.

Then it’s the two of you, alone, again, and in this moment, there’s nothing more for you to want in the world. It’s too early for you to properly appreciate his flat when you get there, but his bedroom is surprisingly cosy and inviting. It’s quiet now; speaking without words, your hands gentle on each other.

I’ve missed you, his fingertips along your spine once he’s unzipped your dress.

I’ve missed you too, holding his face as you pull him in for a kiss, before you let the dress fall to the floor.

He offers a coat hanger and a space in his closet, and removes his own jacket in the time it takes you to put the garment away. In your underwear, you rue not bringing makeup remover, but he’s got some wipes of his own in the bathroom. Side by side, you in your underwear and Ben now shirtless, you take off your makeup, and he removes the light foundation and eyeliner he’d been sporting for the event. It’s a quiet, surprisingly domestic moment, and you bask in it.

I love you, your hands on his hips, thumbs gentle but deliberate against his hip bones. You move in, pressing soft kisses to his collar, his neck, and you can feel when his breath catches in his throat, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close enough that you have to pause, to tuck your face against the crook of his neck, swallowed up by the warmth of him and the sweetness of his cologne.

I love you too. He presses a kiss to your temple, breathing deep, grounding himself in this moment, in you.

He offers you boxers to sleep in, rather than your fancy and uncomfortable underwear, seeing as you’re both too exhausted to do anything depraved, as Merissa had called it. You accept, grateful, and slide into the comfort of his bed. When he’s finally undressed, he turns and sees you, duvet pulled up to your nose, luxuriating in the sheets that smell like him –

You’re beautiful, it’s there in his eyes, his smile, the little, contented sigh you don’t think he even realized he’d made, and I love you.

You push down the covers and beckon him over, wriggling over to make room for him, arms open and waiting. He huffs a laugh, but obligingly joins you, kisses you, and you relax into each other. And suddenly you’re hit with a feeling you hadn’t even anticipated, something so warm and secure, you’d forgotten he’d brought it out in you, but now that you remember it, you feel ashamed for ever being able to forget. You hum, warm and satisfied, finally.

Anywhere with you feels like home.

[poisxnyouth]

neighbors. chapter 7. (d.d)

A/N: heyyyy guysssss. long time no see. it’s done tho. sorry it took me so long. yay. pls enjoy, send me ur thoughts, all that jazz. love u babies <3 -hailey

w.c: 3.1k

warnings: uhhh light smut, nothin too heavy

Upon your return to LA, things had returned to mostly normal. You had met with David quite a few times over the following weeks, mostly after hours. Almost every time, he had you doing the walk of shame out of his house and down the sidewalk to yours. It was fun and lighthearted; Dave had since deposited at least ten grand in your account. Things weren’t as romantically involved as they had been when you first met, mostly due to the avoidance of the topic of Liza. It was a slow process, though, that both of you still had to trust. There were still the cuddles and make out sessions and minimal date nights, but neither of you took it too seriously yet.

You had been debriefing at work, packing your belongings up as a text from him popped up on your phone.  I’ll buy you another Chanel bag and whatever you want from Cartier if you come over and tease me all night while I edit.

On my way. Leaving work now

Good girl.

He didn’t preface it with a “Hi, how are you?” or any variation of a general nicety (he never did), but you wanted to see him. He’d never texted you while you were at work before, leaving your kinky romps solely for the weekends.

Of course, as soon as he had even texted, you had begun out of your office and down the hallway. You took your time on the way to see him, going the long way home and then some. You took your time as you sat in his driveway, scrolling through Instagram and Twitter before you decide to get out of your car and knock on his door.

You’re met with a very tired looking David, messy hair accompanying his strong five o’clock shadow.

“You don’t have to knock, you know? You can just walk in,” He says, pulling you in the house by your hand, “Is that what you wear to work?” Business apparel meant you were practically bound to pencil skirts, bodycon dresses, flowy tops, button ups and heels.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you admit, kicking your heels off at the front of his foyer and following him through the house. You hear him murmur a small yeah? under his breath, hand still laced in yours.

“Nat’s in Chicago. I have to get started,” David says, letting go of your hand and sitting on his couch. He pulls his laptop onto his crossed legs and you feel his eyes following you as you go to make yourself a drink, slowly unscrewing the cap and grabbing a glass. He watches you slightly spill the drink as you pour it, the vodka dribbling down your fingers before you slide your fingertips into your mouth, sucking the liquid off with a slight suction. You quietly place the bottle back where it belongs in the neat rack, bringing the cup to your lips and taking a long swallow as his eyes follow your throat’s movement. He’s too easy.

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow? I’ve been in these all day and I just want to get out of them.” You’re walking slowly, stirring the drink and looking at the paintings on his wall, barely paying any attention to him.

“Yeah. Go in the back room on the right and you can pick whatever.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say under your breath, loud enough for him to hear as you make your way down the hallway. You look through the boxes, and while you had expected to get something of his, something that would reek of his scent, you realize it’s his own merchandise. They’re the clothes that pay his bills, that paid for your shopping trip back in NYC, that are paying for your company tonight, and that people spend their hard earned money on. They spend it on David, who spends it on you. If only they knew.

With that being said, there is absolutely no hesitation in your mind as you slide on matching underwear, clickbait printed on the waistband (whatever that means). Drink in one hand and phone in the other, you return to the living room, placing yourself on the opposite side of the sectional facing David.

“You might wanna put some clothes on. My buddy Zane is coming over in a few to film, unless you wanna stay like that for me,” his poker face is exceptional, eyes darting in between you and his computer screen.

“I’m good,” you confirm, eyes meeting his briefly before returning to your phone screen, “Why’d you invite me over if you’re gonna film?”

David bites his lip, not looking at you as he continues, “You’re not my dirty little secret, you know?”

“What if I want to be?” He looks up at you, almost surprised.

“Then...after this...we’re just friends.”

“What?” You’re having a full conversation now, eyes glued to each other, devices still in your hold.

He ignores your question, “Are you cool with being filmed?”

You finish off your drink, “Is it gonna be posted?” He shrugs his shoulders, face twisting.

“No, I don’t think so. It shouldn’t be. Just for me.”

“Then...what’s the point? And how does it mean we’re just friends?” You drawl, getting up from your spot to fill your cup once more.

“It’s about you, baby. I can tell Zane that we’ve never fucked before and that this,” you turn your head to look at him as he motions between you two, “is just a one time thing that I want to film for myself. No one has to know about what we do. Except for maybe Nat, but she’s tight-lipped. That’s what I pay her for.”

“What do you mean it’s about me?”

He tuts at your bewilderment, lips smacking as he cranes his head to look at the ceiling, mentally searching for a way to word his desires correctly. It’s vital to him he uses an adequate diction, not wanting you to immediately back away from him.

Even with this, the words that manage to escape his lips are laced with miserable failure: “I’ll give you five thousand dollars, plus the Cartier and Chanel, if you let Zane film us together.” You’re taking a sip as he says it, nearly choking.

“Like, a porno? A sex tape?”

“What? No! We have careers. That’d be weird, anyway,” he’s standing now, making his way over to you in an attempt to persuade you. “I just, um…” He’s reprehending himself for not being able to find the words, and he knows he should have asked you in advance. To him, however, you not knowing what he wants is part of the fun: the random texts, FaceTime calls, or even the clothes that have begun to show up randomly at your door.

“Whatever you were gonna do to tease me tonight, just...do that. That’s all I’m asking for.” David stands in front of you, head dropping and his fingertips digging into your hips. You feel your arm reach behind you, placing your cup down and your fingers tangling in his hair. You push his face closer to yours, Dave drawing in a breath as he opens his mouth in an attempt to kiss you. You keep your distance, watching as one hand leaves your hip and comes to grip your chin, holding it tightly in between his thumb and index finger. It almost feels like punishment for not allowing him to put his mouth on yours.

“So? Yes or no?” He whispers, voice low as his eyes remain locked to your open mouth, mirroring his.

“I don’t want something like that to get out.” You’d worked so hard for so long to be able to provide for yourself and to not mooch off of your parents’ money. You know that if it ever did get out, your family (as every Manhattan family) is highly skilled in damage control. Still, though: you don’t want to throw that work away.

His eyes soften slightly, “It won’t. Your face won’t even be in it. Okay?” David now feels bad for even trying to put you in that position, even worse that he did. “Zane’s only filming because I won’t be able to. He’s one of my best friends, baby. It won’t be weird. I promise. If it makes you feel any better, I'm the one who's going to edit it.”

“It’s both of us, then? And it’s not gonna be a sex tape?” He nods, lips parted.

“I swear. You always have the option to say no. But…”

“But?” His digits are still gripping your chin, his eyes sweeping across your facial features.

“Um,” he falters, “I’m gonna be honest. I really want this. Again, just for me. I think you’d be so good on camera, baby.”

“Um, and you’ll tell me what to do?”

“Always.” There's a small pause as you mull it over.

“Okay, Daddy,” you affirm as his eyes lock with yours. There’s a glint in his eyes at your willingness for him. He kisses you, wet and quick, fingers still on your chin before stepping away from you entirely.

“Good girl. Put some clothes on. I don’t want him seeing you like that unless it’s for me,” his eyes scan you up and down before he turns away, pulling out his phone.

You still didn’t quite understand the purpose of this; you understood it was for him and him only, but what could it possibly be besides a sex tape? If it’s both of you with no faces, there’s not much room to work with. You ultimately decide to trust him and follow his lead.

You silently obey him, snooping through the house in search of his room to allow you to steal his clothes. You decide on a very conservative pair: a hoodie and a pair of sweats.

He can’t help but stifle a giggle at what you’d decided to wear (knowing it’d be coming off in half an hour) once you make your way to the living room. David beckons you over to sit with him, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer into him as he sorts through footage for his vlog. You sip on your drink, his fingertips pushing up the hem of your hoodie to rub circles into your hip. The physical exchange is wordless; you eventually finish the drink, placing the cup on his coffee table before settling in his touch once more. He pushes his laptop to the side, his free hand reaching to tip your chin towards his as he leans in.

It’s soft at first, both hands rubbing up and down your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. He chases the taste of the liquor on your tongue, kissing slowly and intimately.

You hear his front door open and immediately attempt to retract from him. David tightens his hold on you, whispering a “Baby, it’s okay. Keep going. He knows what to do,” before relaxing his hands as you allow yourself to melt into his mouth.

Your total trust of him amid your timidness makes him beam with pride. He’s still kissing you as your ears perk up at the sound of what you assume is a camera bag unzipping.

You feel weird, if you were being completely honest. You want to forget about whoever the hell  Zane is and his looming presence; you want to focus on the way Dave’s hand is sliding up the back of your hoodie, flattening against the warmth of your skin, but you can’t. Not yet, anyway.

Dave seems to sense how in your head you are, leaning his body back against the couch, sideways to allow Zane to film, mouth still on yours. One of his hands reach up to wrap gently around your neck and the whimper that escapes your throat is mortifying. He smiles into your kiss at the noise, squeezing the sides of your throat slightly as your hands run down his clothed chest.

All Dave wants to do is make you feel comfortable and to make you melt into his touch like you normally do. You’re stiff and timid, and both Dave and Zane can tell. Zane doesn’t want to say it and make you more uncomfortable, quietly turning the camera off and putting it down, placing himself on the opposite side of the couch. He begins to scroll through his phone, waiting it out until you get situated.

David senses his lack of presence and pulls away from the kiss, eyes searching for him. “Zane! Seriously?” You’re wiping your mouth as you look between the two of them.

“She’s not into it, man. She’s uncomfortable. I was just waiting it out! Y’all need to go to your room and figure something out,” Zane doesn’t look up from his phone.

Dave huffs, mirroring a little kid. He knows Zane is right, standing and beginning to tug you into his room.

“Baby, are you sure you’re cool with this? Like, one hundred percent?” he asks, standing in the middle of his floor, concerned. He trusts your minimal nod as you step closer to him and lean in.

Leaning in had always been his favorite part of kissing; the heavy breathing, hands flying to each other’s bodies, the overwhelming anxiousness in his heart rising the closer his lips get to the other person’s, the eyes fluttering closed, the list goes on and on.

David knew he was a good kisser; after the catastrophe that was his first kiss, he had spent hours in his room making out with that same girl, silently vowing to himself to increase his technique as he grew a pair of balls and grabbed at her waist. He had put in the work, and he knew Liza never seemed to be affected by that fact, even though every time he had kissed another girl (before Liza and after Liza) he left them breathless, muttering a “Wow.” He received that specific kind of gratification with you, making noises from the back of your throat into his mouth as you tugged at his hair. He loves the deep give and take he always has with you, one hand wrapped around your neck as his tongue slides against yours and you whine into the kiss.

David takes the opportunity, while you’re malleable, at least, to whisper a jump and catch you, hands splayed across your thighs, legs wrapped around his torso, as your arms drape around his neck and connect your mouths once more. In a failed attempt to blindly shove the door open more with his knee, he shuts it, pushing you both into it with a loud thud. He releases a soft grunt into your mouth, fingertips digging into your thighs and pressing his clothed dick into your core. You whine against him, pushing against his hold in an attempt to grind yourself on him.

He releases one of your thighs, legs still wrapped around him, to push your hair out of your face, pressing wet kisses down your neck before his fingers replace his lips.

It’s this reaction he’s constantly craving, however, it’s rarely ever fulfilled. He knows he is more than capable in the bedroom, reeking of self-confidence and unabashedness. David knows he doesn’t think solely with his dick, he doesn’t only want his dick inside of you; he wants the chase. To him, the reward means nothing without the work that went into it. He doesn’t want the sex without the teasing, the build up, the subtle touches, etc. You, without fail, always seem to give him the sexual fulfillment he has always wanted, while he gives you the sexual gratification you had always dreamed of.

So, to him, as far as he is concerned, if he does not get out of his room right this second and off of his door, he might just fuck you right there. It spurs him to push you both off of the back of the door, hand finding the handle and turning it as you tug at the roots of his hair. David manages as he makes it down the hallway, fingernails accidentally scratching down your thighs as he pulls you closer into his body.

He leans out of the kiss to quickly ensure he doesn’t push you both into his coffee table and place himself on the couch, facing opposite Zane. David couldn’t care less about the video as Zane fiddles hurriedly with his camera; whatever Zane got, he got. He was probably about to ask Zane to leave, anyways. You can always do this another time.

You’re placed in his lap, David looking between you as he unties the strings of your sweatpants, shifting to allow him to tug them off ungracefully. One after another, his hands are pushing up the hem of your hoodie and pulling it off. He tilts his hips up, hand flying to his back pocket and pulling out his wallet.

He pulls out five hundred dollars (you count the twenties as he does), folds them in half, tosses his wallet onto the coffee table, and slides them into the side waistband of the underwear you stole from him. Dave watches your face as you look between the money and him, leaning in to attach your mouths once more.

“You still owe me five thousand. And Chanel. And Cartier. Why are you still paying me?” He’s holding your face, hand on your cheek as you look into each other’s eyes.

His eyes drift down in between you, free hand pushing your hips onto his dick. “You’re a good girl for me. Yeah?”

You nod in his hold, his eyes searching your face.

“Rich family and you still want my money, baby. You’re dirty.”

Zane had never seen him like this before, granted, he was never there when Liza and David fucked. Zane was confused; were you a prostitute? A stripper he got along with or liked way too much? He was still close with Liza, and he definitely would have known if David had some weird fetish for this shit. He’s always been a control freak, though, and it’s not his business; you never know what goes on behind closed doors. Even worse, closed doors with Liza behind them.

Zane obliged with his filming instructions, though, before David politely pulled away from your kisses and tugging at his shirt to ask Zane to “Fuck off to another room, please? I need to fuck her, dude.”

So he does. And he listens. The whole time.

[fanatical-san]

Hey, I love your blog! May I ask for a damijon story where they go on date?

Okay, so this is kind of a part two to this, as you may know. The date is also kind of…eh, so I’m sincerely hoping you don’t hate me for this. (Also, I may, um, have gone over 1K words. Sorry.)

Quick reminder: Damian is bold, and Jon is bold italics.

Damian is currently sitting on his bed, in his best suit,and trying to stay calm. He has been searching, for almost a week, for a Julietrose, but it’s all been in vain. And Jon specifically said that his favouriteflower was a Juliet rose. How is he meant to get Jon to like him if he can’tlive up to his standards?

Of course, it isn’ta date. Not that Damian would mind adate; Jon would just never accept. He had mocked him about it being a date, soDamian can’t really hope.

Yet if he can get Jon to like him, then a date could be possible. Just as he’s thinkingthis, a text pops up on Damian’s phone.

Text from J.K.:

Where r u

Damian reads the text twice. What?

I’m at home, ofcourse.

Why?

Where are you?

Waiting? 4 u to pick me up???

Did u forget?

Oh. Yes, Damian hasforgotten he’d said half seven and not half eight, even though he should’ve known because he planned it, but hecan’t tell him that because it’d be awful, and Jon would hate him, and thiswhole ordeal is just too much for him.

I can’t come

didn’t I tell u

I have

studying

2 do

Really?

R u sure?

Ye

Ttyl

OK

Damian has to fix this. It’s simple; he’ll find the flower,get Tim to confirm to Jon that he was busy, and then try again. He pulls hislaptop out of the drawer and opens it, determined to track down the Julietrose, when his phone buzzes again.

R u alright?

Damian doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t. Jonwill understand. He’s meant to be studying, after all.

*

Two hours later, he gets another text.

On the roof.

It’s a perfect imitation of the message he sent exactly a weekago, and Damian can’t help but to continue the joke.

My roof?!

Haha

Very funny

Plz hurry up tho cos it’s cold

Damian grabs a spare blanket and opens the window, lookingup. He offers the blanket to Jon, who’s perched above him.  Jon offers a hand in return, which Damianreluctantly accepts. Once they’re sitting beside each other, Jon frowns.(Although in that blanket, he still looks cu- no, he looks normal. He looks normal).

“You lied to me!” The statement is simple and straightforward,but Jon seems to be so hurt. Damian’snow sure that Jon’s never going to think of him in the same way Damian thinksof Jon, but he tries to cover up nonetheless.

“As I told you, I was studying. Why would you assume I liedto you?” Jon makes an exasperated noise.

“You’re wearing a suit,you dummy!” Just as Damian opens his mouth, Jon cuts him off. “I may be slightly younger than you, but I’m not dumb, Damian. You cancelled on me, anddon’t try to pretend, please.

“And don’t think that I’m okay with that, cos, well, itstings a little, but anyway: are you alright?”

Damian tilts his head slightly in confusion.

“Am I…? I’m fine. Did you come all the way here to ask aboutthat? Really? Why wouldn’t I be fine?”Jon rolls his eyes and starts counting points off on his fingers.

“You cancelled on me, then you started texting all weird –well, normal, but that’s weird foryou – and then you didn’t reply to me asking if you were alright, so something must be wrong. I think.” Damian is…well,he’s not speechless, because thatwould be absurd, but still. He just stares.

Jon shifts about a little in his blanket, looking back. Thepair are silent for a moment, before Jon coughs.

“Um, so,” he begins, still watching Damian, “are we still goingto do that date, or…?” Damian tuts.

“I’ve told you, it’s nota date. Stop making fun of me!” Jon’s eyebrows do that confused wigglything that Damian thinks looks adorable (or you know, just normal, because Damiancan filter his thoughts perfectly well).

“I’m not making fun of you,” Jon says softly. “I justthought that you, maybe, I dunno, liked me? Don’t laugh at me, please, I know, it’sstupid, and this is going to be really awkward now, and-”

Damian really can’t help it. He knows he’s being a littletoo forward, but Jon has seriously got to stoptalking.

He’s glad to find that hugging him seems to work. He should doit a little more often.

“Um, Damian?” Jon squeaks, and both of them try to move atthe same time. As a result, they both go tumbling off the roof, and now Damian’sreally glad he hugged Jon, because ifhe wasn’t clinging on to him for dear life right now, he could be in a lot ofpain.

Jon flies them inside the open window, and they touch down onthe ground.

“This can be a date,” Damian mumbles.

“What?” Jon asks incredulously.

“This,” Damian repeats, gesturing about him, “can be date. Youknow, if you really insist on-”

And this time, it’s Jon who’s crushing him in a bear hug.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,”he babbles, and Damian smiles a little.

*

Their positions are reversed. It is now currently Jon who isholding on to Damian for dear life. To be honest, he doesn’t really mind. The moviethey’re watching isn’t the scariest in the least, but Jon seems to be terrified.As a wholly predictable jump scare happens, Jon buries his face into Damian’sshoulder.

“No more,” he whines, and Damian scoffs.

“You’re not a toddler anymore, Jon,” Damian chides him.

“Please, Dami?” Jon whispers, and Damian grumbles, but turnsthe movie off anyway.

“So…what do we do now? I’m sure this isn’t how a date ismeant to be.” Jon grins.

“A date can be whatever we want it to be, and can includewhatever we want it to,” he says, “like…a pillow fight!”

Damian can accept that Jon puts an admirable effort intoambushing him, but he’s no match for Damian, especially in his home territory.A few minutes later, Jon is lying on the bed, exhausted.

“Okay, okay,” he gasps, “enough! I surrender.” Damiansnorts.

“Of course yousurrender. I’m obviously superior at this.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Sure.”

Damian ignores that remark, and settles in next to Jon.After a minute or two, he says, quietly: “You should be heading home.” Jongroans. “Your parents might try to check up on you…”

“Fine, fine,” he relents, and leans over to quickly peck Damianon the cheek. Damian, who is definitely not expecting that, jumps and falls off the bed, causing Jon to giggle absolutelyuncontrollably.

That’s how the first date ends.

*

Hi

don’t hate me

but why did u cancel b4

Damian feels that, at this point, telling the truth is probablyeasier than fabricating a lie.

and don’t lie

Seems that Jon agrees too.

I couldn’t find yourfavourite flower, and I didn’t want to be a failure.

So you panicked?

No.

Yes.

Dw about it next time

K?

And btw

My boyfriend is not a failure

He’s awesome

Damian’s aware that this type of sweet talk is a thingbetween couples, but Jon obviously thinks he can outsmart Damian at this.

Well, two can play that game.

Maybe, but myboyfriend’s better.

Touché.

Again, a lot of liberty taken. I hope it’s been enjoyable, though :D Thanks for the kind words about my blog, btw, and right back at you

(Also, your icon is iconic)

((see what I did there? Never mind, I’ll shut up.))