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me reading perv dc fics vs me if a man ever acc stole my panties:

[kordsprayer]

sir jason todd..

part 1, part 2, part 3

w/c: 1538

warnings: angst!!!, arranged marriage, swearing, jason being brooding :((

author's note: im so so so sorry this took so long to come out my lovelies wahhh.. but im feeling motivated so the next (and final) chapter should be coming out pretty soon!!! as always, this is the second chapter in response to this ask from @luceaat - xoxo rin

tags: @theendofthematerialgworl , @wastxedyouths , @leeny-leens , @revesephemeres (you guys commented on the last one so i thought you might like to see this one)

its been almost six months now, since you first met jason. and each day has been more agonising than the last. in the best way possible.

he was still as silent as ever and you'd never actually seen his face considering he was insistent on keeping his armour on, but there was something about his very presence that made your knees buckle. and now you're hopelessly gone for him and you have no idea what to do.

it is early in the morning, the rest of the castle beginning to rise. but you were already wide awake, curled up in your silk sheets. jason had sat in that chair in the corner of your room again like he does every night, however this time you stayed up, watching him. the way his head tilts when he hears a noise outside of the window at night, and the way his shining silver armour clinks with every subtle movement.

you couldn't help but admire him, even if you weren't exactly sure what he looked like. but you had an idea in your head, dizzyingly handsome with chiselled features and those piercing blue eyes oh my goodness! and you can tell even through his armour that he's huge and thick and you wonder if he's just as big down-

"are you awake?"

you are snapped out of your thoughts by the deep rumble of his voice, the vibration immediately sending a flutter through your stomach. you shift under the sheets and sit up against the headboard of your large bed. you nod softly as you look away, fiddling with the hem of the silky night slip you may or may not have worn for him.

he lets out a slight gruff mumble of annoyance or acknowledgement, standing up and throwing open the curtains without his usual effortless grace. "get changed. your father has something to tell you." he grunts out, barely looking at you as he moves to throw open your closet with a loud bang, making your flinch.

dread settles in your gut at his irritation, mind spiralling as you try to figure out whether you had done something to upset him. but you don't dare to ask, simply standing up and slipping into the connecting bathroom silently, the door shutting behind you with a painfully loud click in the tense silence.

you eventually emerge from the bathroom, wearing one of your more expensive dresses that hugs your figure, subconciously hoping to impress him. he barely acknowledges your appearance, simply gesturing stiffly towards the door and following you out of the room.

the two of you walk in a tense silence down the grand strair case, blood rushing to your ears as you try your hardest to stay composed. "did i do something wrong? i had to. he’s never this quiet. he’s never this— this irritated!" you think helplessly as you both make your way down the extravagant hallway towards your father, lashes fluttering as you blink rapidly.

eventually, you spot your father sat at the end of the exceptionally large dining table, sipping a glass of wine with his own knights stood either side of him. jason shuts the door behind you with a loud click, the noise making you startle but you immediately control yourself, taking a seat on the other end of the table with jason stood heavily behind you.

"i have something to tell you," your father begins dryly, looking at you with an unreadable expression as he lowers his glass. "but before you start protesting, know that i have made this decision for not only your best interests, but the whole family's."

with a flick of his wrist, one of your father's knights moves to open the large door at the head of the room, your stomach dropping. out from the door steps the neighbouring kingdom's prince, a pompous blonde man who has made many moves on you despite your obvious disinterest in him.

you hear a sharp exhale beside you, eyes flicking to jason's dangerously still form stood by you who refuses to glance in your direction, his broad shoulders tense with an unreadable anger. "as you already know," your father suddenly says again, tearing your attention back to him and the prince. "anthony here is the son of my good.. friend and has expressed interest in you multiple times.

disgust and disbelief bubbles up your throat as you watch anthony's sickeningly leering smile as he bows grandly to you, his gawking shameless as his eyes practically undress you from across the room. you hear the subtle clink of jason's armour as he shifts closer to you, but the disbelief makes it hard to process.

"father what- what are you suggesting-" you begin to ask incredulously as your voice wavers, eyes widening as you begin to connect the dots. "you are set to marry anthony in the summer. this is not a discussion. it will happen." your fathers says coldly with an almost irritated expression, studying you with narrowed eyes before sighing, leaning back in his chair. "this will be good for you. you won't have to spend all your time with that damned knight." he says dryly, eyes flicking to jason with a hint of disdain.

you can hardly breathe, in dizzying shock that your father had just signed away your future like an auction. "damned knight? jason is more than just a knight he-" you begin to protest, anger immediately burning in your stomach as you start to rise.

"don't."

you freeze at jason's single word, heart sinking as your feel his heavy hand force you back down into your seat, his stupid helmet still angled away from you. you open your mouth to argue back, to urge him to help you out of this but the sight of his closed off stance makes you sag, helplessness taking over your anger.

"but jay.." you manage to whisper, hand instinctively moving to hold onto his gauntlet the way he usually lets you, however this time he pulls away after a split second like he has been scalded, instead gripping the back of your chair so hard it might splinter and still refusing to look at you.

"you- you can't do this to me- i- i don't want this-" you begin to argue as tears sting at your eyes, hands clutched to your chest as you plead to your father, desperation clawing at your throat.

"stop it. i told you this is not a discussion. this is the end of it. jason escort her back to her room and ensure she doesn't leave." your father snaps suddenly, rising from his seat with an angry huff, straightening his gowns and turning on his heel, storming out of the room with the knights, and anthony, in tow.

you sit silently in the chair, beginning to sob in shock as your hands move to hold onto your hair in disbelief. jason grits his teeth so hard his jaw might crack, his silver gauntlet moving to rest on your shoulder hesitantly. "don't you dare touch me." you suddenly hiss out, pushing his hand away and standing up, tears streaming down your face in angry sobs. "how- how can you let this happen? let them- let them do this?" you practically scream at him, hands shoving him away with no prevail thanks to how solid his frame is.

"you think i wanted this? i have no say in what decisions your father makes for you. do not take this out on me." jason snaps back, immediately growing angry as he catches your wrists and holds them up, preventing you from moving. "but- but you didn't even say anything! you just stood there like a fucking statue!" you sob out as you writhe in his firm but not painful grip, desperately trying to free yourself.

"and what was i meant to say? one word against him and your father would have me kicked out before you can blink. you need to calm down." he hisses out as he wraps his metal clad arms around you, holding your squirming body against his chest. you knew you were being irrational, you knew there was nothing he could've said, but you felt so betrayed you weren't thinking straight.

you sob against him, broken hiccups that wrack violently through your body. jason's heart shatters at each of your heartbroken cries, but he remains silent, simply holding you until you calm down.

in actual truth, jason was completely gone for you. the second he set eyes on you he knew he was done for. your pretty long lashes and shy little flush everytime he compliements you. the silk slips you wear that you think you're being discrete about but you're not. the way your chest rises and falls when you sleep like a peaceful deer and the soft yawns you make when you first wake up.

he wants you. he needs you.

but he can’t have you.

you sniffle and hiccup, managing to free yourself from his arms, wiping your cheeks angrily as you suddenly pick up your dress, rushing out of the room without a second glance back, leaving jason stood alone, your salty tears still glistening against the shining silver of his chest.

can they just kiss already .·°՞(˃ ᗝ ˂)՞°·.

[kordsprayer]

ted kord is a munch!

wc: 410!

warnings: fem!reader, oral (f!recieving), fingering, established relationship

author's note: yo.. im back!!! sort of.. i still wont be entirely regular but whatever and i have multiple ted fics in the works!! this is just a short one but i hope you all enjoy!

“t-teddy!”

“hold... still…”

ted is buried nose first into your sticky folds, lapping up your slick like a starved man. somehow, what was meant to be a cozy night binging star trek has now ended up with you face down in one of his scratchy couch cushions with your ass in the air. his calloused hands spread the globes of your ass as wide as you can manage, tonguing at your dripping hole with wet prods of his hot muscle.

“ted! that- tickles!” you squeal, hand flying behind you to grab his mop of curls, forcing his face further into your wet heat. “quit- quit poking me and just- ted!” your whine is broken by a cry as he slides a thick finger into you, his fingertip pressing that spot that has heat pooling behind your eyes. 

his thick finger pumps in and out sloppily, head dipping to latch onto your clit, alternately between harsh sucks and kitten licks. heavy pants and whines spill from your lips like a tap, muffled by the cushion your face is buried in. you grow closer and closer to your climax, your whines going up an octave as you begin to blubber incoherent squeals of his name, drool soaking into the fabric.

you can hardly breathe, so incredibly close to that white hot pleasure as you screw your eyes shut so tight you see stars, chanting his name like a prayer in time with each curl of his finger. “ted- teddy please I- slow down I’m gonna-” pleasure rips through your skin, a broken sob falling past your drool covered lips as you finally reach your peak, slick gushing around his fingers.

ted lets out a groan in unison, slurping up your slick with feverish enthusiasm, finger still pumping you through your high. he presses wet kisses to your flushed ass, murmuring sweet praises that fall upon deaf ears, the blood rushing through your head making everything fuzzy.

as you finally gather your bearings, letting ted’s large, warm hands carefully roll you over onto your back, you take the time to admire your boyfriend, the way the tv illuminates your slick dripping down the lower half of his face, a small smile on his lips. 

he reaches down to brush your hair from your forehead, leaning down to give you a kiss before pulling away at the last second, head whipping up to the tv that is still playing. “what episode are we on?”

its actually canon that ted is a star trek fan heheh

[kordsprayer]

"hey rin what are you listening to?" oh nothing.. just..

[kordsprayer]

sir jason todd..

knight!jason todd x princess!reader

w/c: 1458

warnings: mentions of violence, abduction, angst?, jason being brooding, female reader

author's note: yippeee!! its out!!! this was in response to this ask from @luceaat btw! i am planning on making it a series so this is part one of god knows how many.. actually i know because i have it all planned out.. anyways this is gonna be pretty slow burn and end in smut of course hehe - xoxo, rin

eight days they had kept you. eight days of darkness.

as the daughter of the king, you rarely saw outside of the gardens of the castle, only to attend your father’s extravagant events. so when you had been offered an invitation to the annual spring festival your father throws every spring equinox, your heart soared. the very thought of freedom made you giddy with a nervousness that didnt come often.

that morning was a blur, you had laid out your best dress, the very best chiffon and linen that the land could offer, and brushed through your delicate strands of hair with a trembling excitement. you were over the moon, utterly delighted at a taste of the freedom your brothers seemed to have enjoyed since the womb. a part of you secretly hoped that this was the start of something new in your life, a chance to finally live.

the journey was just as nerve wracking, each bump on the gravel road making your heart jolt as you get closer and closer to the town square, the isolated walls of your vast gardens morphing to quaint houses and lush fields.

the moment you stepped into that festival, you were taken aback. bunting of every colour strung between cobbled houses, each window a whisper away from the next like they’re huddled together for warmth. it was so.. happy. so green so loud so alive.

and the flowers were to die for. bursts of lilac and pink and white and yellow flowing from every inch of the town square. a real spring, nothing like the days you’d spent hauled up in the castle.

“stay close to the guards.” your father had warned, “do not wander off alone.” it pissed you off, his overprotective nature. where was this control for your brothers? why couldn’t he just let you live! you’re smart enough to avoid trouble, hell you could probably pack a punch if you really tried. there’s nothing to worry about.

which is what you had told yourself as you slipped away from the guards, disappearing into the crowd and down an alley. you just wanted to see the flowers, to feel their silky soft petals under your skin.

such a stupid decision. such a naive decision.

because before you knew it, hands wrapped around your mouth, silencing your screams for help as another pair took hold of your arms, your writhing futile against their strength, a deep sense of dread and regret burning at your throat.

the next eight days were a blur of darkness and pain, the stone cold and wet under your body where you lay. was it a cellar? an attic? you weren’t sure. the silence was unbearable, perverse chill that you couldn’t escape. that is until the sound of the wooden door splitting open under an immense force finally allowed light into the room in the form of your father’s knights, finally here to save you.

the week after that was even worse. at first your father was concerned, an overwhelming onslaught of love and relief oozing from him as he held you in his arms upon your return, his calloused hands checking your body for injuries. the concern soon morphed to anger, a bitter, thunderous outrage that rattled you to your very bones. and finally, there was silence. a deep, heavy silence that had you wishing you were still in that cellar, away from the burning disappointment of your father.

it is early in morning and the mellow darkness of your room was shattered by the sound of one of the maids drawing open the curtains, others busy picking out your dress for the day as they hiss whispers at you, urging you to wake and go downstairs immediately, something to do with your father.

after dragging yourself out of bed and into your heavy dress, various hands working on your hair and makeup before ushering you down the stairs, the sound of your footsteps echoing against the polished stone as you make your way down the grand staircase, an uncomfortable pit growing in your gut.

when you finally descend, you spot your father at the bottom of the stairs, surrounded by his usual guards, his body tense as it usually seems to be nowadays.

however stood across from him is someone new. a knight you don’t recognise, taller and broader than the rest with a shining silver armour and helmet that makes him look even more intimidating, his silver gauntlet clad hand resting on the sword sheathed at his waist.

you hesitate, that pit in your stomach growing heavier as you finally come to a stop at the base of the stairs, eyes flicking between your father and the knight.

“father? i was informed you wanted to speak to me.” you say steadily with a forced calmness that masks the tension in your throat, jaw clenching to stay neutral.

“yes. i do. i want you to meet sir jason todd. your new knight. i had him chosen specifically.”

you heart drops, mind racing to try and figure out why that name sounds familiar as your eyes lock on him, taking in the way he hasn’t moved once.

jason todd? jason todd. the second son of the wayne earldom who’s known for his rash temper and unwavering loyalty to his job. great. just your luck.

“ill leave you two to get acquainted. men, come with me,” your father announces suddenly before you can protest, turning away and ordering his guards to follow him with a flick of his wrist, disappearing down the vast hallway and leaving you alone with jason.

“jesus christ. what do i even say?” you think to yourself as you carefully shift on your feet, eyeing him cautiously with an unreadable expression. you clear your throat carefully, studying him for a moment and opening your mouth to speak before he beats you to it, the vibration of his deep voice silencing you.

“your room. show me where it is. i will be assigned there whilst you sleep.” he says coldly, his armour clinking as he moves to stand beside you, his hand still resting on the handle of his sword.

you freeze, the thought of someone stationed inside your room making you stomach twist uncomfortably. but you know better than to question your fathers decision, especially not after what happened. “right. of course. this way,” you say quietly, lowering your gaze instinctively and lifting your skirt, carefully making your way up the stairs as he follows behind you, your shoulders tense with nerves.

the sound of his armour echoes through the hallways as you lead him to your room in the east wing, the heavy silence stretching on between you. the two of you come to a stop in front of the large wooden doors to your room, your hands pausing for a moment before carefully pushing them open, revealing your room.

“from now on, ill be with you everywhere.” jason says quietly, helmet covered head tilting to study you for a moment before stepping inside your room, moving around the space with an eerie silence as he assesses (there’s no way that’s a real word) your bedroom for any possible threats, his fingers brushing against every surface.

his words make you pause before reluctantly following him inside, keeping quiet despite the urge to question him, to yell to scream that this isn’t fair. but you know better. maybe this is fair.

instead you decide to change the topic, moving across the room to sit on the edge of your canopy bed, watching him with wide eyes as he moves around the room before coming to a stop beside the window. “so, sir jason todd,, are you going to remove your helmet?” you ask carefully, forcing your tone to stay light despite the heavy tension in the room.

his body freezes momentarily before going back to looking outside the window without a word, leaving your question unanswered and the room as silent as before except for the soft sound of your shared breathing.

“great. he doesn’t talk.”

you sigh softly, your gaze dropping to your hands in you lap as you fiddle with a loose thread on your dress, your shoulders sagging at the silence.

however the silence is gently broken by the sound of his armour moving closer, your eyes flicking up to see him making his way over. he stands over you for a moment before carefully taking a seat beside you, remaining a respectful distance that still feels closer than before.

your head tilt to look at each other, your wide eyes searching for any sign of emotion through his silver helmet. all you can see is the blue and green of his eyes that stare back at you.

lemme see that sword sir jason (¬ᴗ ´¬ )

[kordsprayer]

breaking you in ✩‧₊

ted kord and his girl trying something new, part 2..

w/c : 2208? my longest so far hehe

warnings: sex with a dildo, fingering, oral (fem!recieving), nipple sucking (for a moment), use of sex toys and lube, pet names, ted being a wonderful bf (established relationship), belly buge (slight), guided masturbation i think? (idk if this counts)

author's note: this is the second part of this post.. sorry this took so long to come out my lovelies but i have exams coming up and i lowk need to lock in.. but i just wanna say thank you so much for all the support on my posts so far.. it means the world, truly! anyways.. enjoy more ted content because #tedkordsupremacy - xoxo, rin

"teddy!"

ted looks up from his stack of paperwork, raising an eyebrow as you run into the room carrying a cardboard box, still in your clothes from work after just coming home. "what have you- oh. that." he murmurs quietly, heat immediately pooling in his gut as hes reminded of the purchase you both made last week.

"i've been thinking about this all day come on.." you say with a giddy grin, pulling him by his tie into the bedroom. he stands dumbfounded as you shimmy out your clothes without a care in the world, your bare skin exposed inch by inch. you grab a pair of scissors, plopping down in the center of the bed and tearing open the box like a puppy opening a box of kibble.

ted swallows thickly at the sight of your body like its the first time (its most definitely not, you have no sense of personal space around him) before rolling up his sleeves and loosening his tie, taking a seat on the bed beside you and watching with wide eyes as you whip the dildo out the box excitedly.

"its bigger than i expected.." you say with a giggle, holding the toy with two hands like those old guys on insta with their fish. "we're gonna need lube for this one.." you say thoughtfully as you turn it over in your hands, inspecting the silicone. it is around eight inches and made from a deep blue silicone, the tip round and the shaft framed with veins.

"uh.. right.. wow.. okay uhm." ted murmurs breathlessly looking at you with wide eyes before snapping out his thoughts, reaching over to the bedside table to grab the opened bottle of lube and handing it back to you with a shy smile. "right then.. lets.. get started-"

before he can process it, you've pounced on him, lips against his as you lay on top of him, kissing him greedily. he groans softly into the kiss, hands sliding up your sides to hold onto your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss, shifting to lay you down on the bed beneath him, thighs spreading instinctively.

“can’t believe i get you like this.. my beautiful girl..” he murmurs against your neck as he begins to press wet kisses to your throat, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. your hands move up to tangle in his hair, head falling back against the soft pillows as you lose yourself in the feeling of his tongue against your- “teddy! that- that feels weird-!” you suddenly squeal out as his lips wrap around nipple, his hands squeezing the flesh.

he lifts his head, blinking as he looks up at you through those annoyingly long lashes. “good weird or bad weird?” he asks curiously, tilting his head as he looks up at you expectantly, those wide eyes making your heart flip (and pussy clench).

“uh- i dunno just- weird..” you murmur shyly, averting your gaze for a moment before gasping softly as his head ducks once more, pressing wet kisses down your stomach as his hands move to massage your thighs. “m’ gonna have to prep you first..” he murmurs against your skin as he throws your legs over his shoulders and presses a sweet kiss to your slit, the sensation making you jolt. his nose nudges at your clit as he licks a broad stripe up your folds, groaning at the taste of your excitement and the sound of your gasp.

“you taste so fuckin’ good..” he practically whines against your pussy, lapping up your essence before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, the sudden pleasure ripping a yelp from your lips as your hands shoot down to pull at his hair, back arching off the bed and heels digging into his back. he continues to makeout with your pussy like a starved man, his hips bucking into the mattress at the addicting taste of you, your whimpers and gasp filling the room.

he pulls back to spit on his fingers before nudging his middle finger at your entrance, slipping into your wet heat with a squelch. he basically whimpers at the sight, immediately pressing wet kisses to your clit as he slides another finger in and curls them just right, his fingertips massaging your slick walls.

“so beautiful.. so fuckin’ beautiful and all mine..” he groans out against your wet folds as he pumps his fingers in and out and wraps his lips around your clit again, the feeling morphing from discomfort to overwhelming pleasure as your legs lock up, your mouth falling open as tears dribble down your cheeks. “t-teddy wait i- i’m so-“ you gasp out, your orgasm already creeping up on you as that coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter, his fingers hitting your sweet spot just right with every pump.

you wonder how he knows your body so well already before your train of thought is immediately forgotten about as pleasure takes over your body, your velvety walls clenching around his creamy knuckles with a broken sob as you reach your climax. he eases you down from your high, whispering sweet words against your pussy that you can’t really hear over the sound of blood thrumming in your ear.

“you’re okay bug.. it’s okay..” he murmurs gently as he carefully pulls his sticky fingers out from your weeping hole, licking them clean with a satisfied sigh. his eyes flick to your tear streaked face as he sits up between your legs, chuckling softy at your blissed expression as he reaches down to wipe your cheeks. “hey now.. don’t go all dumb on me yet.. we haven’t even gotten to the main part..”

“m’ not dumb..” you grumble with an indignant look, shuddering softly as you finally catch your breath and prop yourself up on your elbows, breathing slowly and staring up at him through your lashes. he holds your gaze for a moment before leaning in, pressing his lips against yours in a dazzlingly sweet kiss. “you still up for this..?” he mutters softly as he pulls back, his hand resting on your hip as he waits for confirmation.

you nibble your lip, eyes flicking to the blue dildo and bottle of lube on the sheets beside you for a moment. it’s.. not as big as ted.. it won’t hurt as bad.. right..? right. “yeah.. im still up for it..” you murmur quietly, watching as he nods and grabs the dildo and bottle of lube, taking your hand.

“well it has a thing so we can stick it on something.. i think it might be best if we lower you onto it..” he says thoughtfully as he takes your hand and helps you stand up, gesturing to the floor beside the bed. “you’re making it sound like im about to be impaled..” you grumble with a breathless chuckle, holding his hand tightly. he presses a kiss to your knuckles, watching you for a moment before sitting cross legged on the floor and sticking the dildo onto the wooden floor boards with a pop.

“jesus- seriously teddy? the floor? it’s gonna make such a mess..” you mumble sheepishly as you shift on your feet, watching as he lubes up the dildo, heat immediately pooling in your gut at the sight of his slicked fingers stroking down the blue toy. “don’t worry about it darling.. ill wipe it down after.. we just needed somewhere with suction.. now come here..” he stands up and holds out a hand to you, your body instinctively moving towards him so you’re standing in front of him.

you gasp softly as his fingers suddenly dip between your legs, about to scold him before shuddering at the feeling of his fingers spreading lube through your folds, your hands moving to hold onto his shoulders. “now all you gotta do is kneel down and ill guide you through the rest of it..” he says gently as he grabs a pillow for your knees, his hands guiding your hips till you’re kneeling on the ground, your heat hovering above the slick head of the toy.

you hesitate for a moment, embarrassment swirling in your gut at the thought of fucking yourself on the floor of your bedroom before realising that you’ve probably done way worse in your life and at least you’re here with ted. he sits in front of you as you place your hands on his shoulders, his large hands holding your hips above the toy.

“you ready…?” he asks gently as he gently moves your hips to slide back and forth against the lubed up tip of the dildo, your clit throbbing in anticipation. you take a deep breath, allowing yourself to relax at the sound of ted’s voice before nodding softly. he watches you carefully, picking up on your small nod and nodding back.

he carefully begins to lower your hips, the tip nudging at your entrance and making you gasp. you take another breath, willing yourself to stop being such a pussy and suck it up, which immediately goes out the window as you sink down further, a strangled choke flying from your lips as the burning pain ripples through your body.

“t-teddy no i- i can’t it’s- it’s-“ you babble out uncontrollably as the stretch sends dizzying pain and pleasure up your spine, tears pricking in your eyes as your nails dig into his shoulders. "hey hey its okay bug- you're so close- there we go beautiful.. you're doing so well.." he murmurs sweetly as your hips finally settle snugly on the floor, the blue silicone fully sheathed inside of you.

"it's- it's too much.. i- i cant-" you gasp out with a choked sob, body tensing up. you can feel every inch as your walls squeeze around the intrusion, tears beginning to drip down your face as you breathe quickly, body threatening to slump forwards into his warm arms as his hands remain on your trembling hips. "you can my love.. it'll feel so much better i promise.. you just need to relax baby.. okay? can you do that for me?" he murmurs against you temple as he scoots forwards to hold you up, your chest pressed against his and your sniffling face buried in his neck as his hands slide down from your hips to your ass, spreading them ever so slightly to sneak a peak (perv). you shudder at his words, your heart flipping and your pussy clenching painfully as your folds drool down the length of blue, taking a shaky breath and nodding softly, hands fisting at his shirt.

he feels you nod against him, his large hands gently guiding you to slowly lift your hips halfway before settling down again, the feeling of being so full making your eyes water as you let out a choked moan, hands digging into his shoulders.

“ted.. teddy- mph! so- so good- so.. so full-“ you gasp out as your hips instinctively begin to roll, moving up and down carefully on the toy with the help of his hands. “m- can feel it- in my belly- ngh-“ your forehead rests against his shoulder as you continue to move and stare down at the slight bulge on your belly, the painful stretch soon morphing to a new, burning pleasure.

“feels good huh? look at you.. my pretty girl.. you’re doing so well..” he murmurs against your temple as he presses a kiss to your hair, his hand guiding your ass up and down whilst the other moves in front of you, fingers rubbing tight circles on your bundle of nerves.

“w-wait i- teddy!” you yelp as your hips buck instinctively, pushing the toy deeper as your hips move more frantically, the thick veins rubbing against your sweet spot just right. “i- i think im gonna-“

"s'okay my love.. let go.. i got you.." he murmurs against your neck as he sucks and nibbles on your pulse point, feeling your blood thrumming underneath your skin. your body locks up with a choked sob, walls clenching almost painfully tightly around the length of blue as searing hot pleasure shoots through your body, eyes rolling back.

"hey hey.. i got you.. you're okay.." ted whispers against your neck, his hands carefully massaging your hips as you slowly come down from your high. his hands move to hook under your thighs, carefully lifting you off and scooping you up, carrying you back onto the bed. he lays down, your limp body on his chest as you breathe slowly, hand clutching the fabric of his shirt that you now realise he still hasn’t taken off.

“wait.. teddy what about you-“ your words are cut off when he suddenly presses his lips against yours with a gentle kiss, silencing you. “don’t worry about me.. focus on getting some rest..” he murmurs with a soft chuckle as he pulls away, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your ear and holding you close, your bodies sinking into the mattress with a deep sigh, a warm satisfaction settling over your body.

“next time, i want you.” you murmur against his neck, pressing a kiss to his throat before letting your body go lax, exhaustion finally taking over.

[kordsprayer]

reader x college!ted kord

wc: 2802

warnings: fem!reader, smut!, webcam sex, mutual masturbation (m! and f!), use of vibrator, they don't know each others names, smut btw, use of nicknames, unestablished relationship, idk what else to put

author's notes: hi guys... guess whos back hehehe did u miss me ik u cant live without ted bc i certainly cant!! 'rin stop writing smut' never ever. also i see ur requests and im working on them right now!! anyways this could potentially have a part two so if u want it, lmk! - xoxo rin

college is fun, sort of. sure you go to the occasional frat party or stay in drinking with your handful of friends. but, it's not entirely what you want to do.

which is how you've found yourself in this mess.

you're a total geek, growing up with a dad who was sci-fi crazy. as a result, your childhood was filled with memories of watching star trek and binging the x-files. oh, and ridley scott's alien. even though your dad preferred predator (and the two of you would constantly argue over who should've won alien vs predator), you've always had a special love for all things alien.

but, much to your dismay, none of your college friends share your interests. sure, they listen to your rants and begrudgingly stayed over one night to watch the first movie, but it's not the same.

so you took to the internet, hoping to find some like minded geeks to talk to!

at first you were hesitant, is talking to people online really the safest thing to do? but you were always careful not to reveal anything more than you had to. you even went by a pseudonym (ellen because obviously) just to be careful.

and that's where you met him.

his username was 'bluemorph', some play on xenomorph and his favourite colour you assumed, and he was perfect.

you had posted on the forum about why you believed 'alien' was better than 'aliens', spending hours perfecting your first ever post to be perfect, just for it to get two likes and zero comments. of course you can't be too upset, forums are an outdated form of website after all and basically no one uses them, but still…

until, at around eleven at night, you got a ping! on your phone, notifying you that you'd gotten a comment on your post, along with a 'new follower' alert.

@ bluemorph : "absolutely, aliens feels like a sci-fi action movie with as many sound effects as possible but alien is definitely a horror movie.. i got the biggest chills when i watched it!"

and ever since then, your daily routine always has time for hours of texting and calling blue. you knew he was a guy in college around your age, but that's about it. but still, you're closer with him than anyone ever.

"n-ngh.."

you breathe out as your fingers pump in and out of your wet heat, head thrown back on your rumpled pillows, your other hand pressing your blue vibe to your swollen clit.

you'd just come back from possibly the worst day at school. curse you for doing engineering and robotics because now you're in lectures with almost entirely men who don't understand that just because you sit two rows behind them, doesn't mean you want them. plus, your professor had the audacity to tell you to wake up after you'd dozed off for a split second!

okay, maybe that was your fault. perhaps staying up all night talking to blue wasn't the best idea.

but still, you need a break. and release.

your wrist aches as you finger yourself raw, ignoring the burning in your arm as you chase that sweet release. you're so close, tears brimming your eyes as you try to think of something to push you over the edge.

blue. the sound of his voice that you fall asleep to most nights on call.

you can't help but imagine him talking you through it, the warm rumble of his voice you hear on your calls filling your head as your heavy pants turn into whimpers. you're so close, the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter as you-

ring! ring! ring!

you immediately startle at the sound of your phone ringing, the orgasm you’d spent the last half an hour working up to dissipating with a defeated whimper. fumbling to turn off the vibrator, you pull your fingers from between your legs with a wet plap, quickly grabbing the tissues from your bedside table and wiping your hands, trying to steady your breathing.

when you see ‘blue’ on the caller ID of the call, guilt swirls in your gut at the fact that you were just masturbating to his voice but you quickly force through it, picking up the phone.

a cheery “hey el!” chimes through the phone as you put it on speaker, laying back down and swallowing thickly as you try to calm your racing heart. “hi.. hi blue,” you manage to say, the breathlessness in your voice undeniable as you mentally curse yourself for how you sound.

“rough day? you sound tired,” he says with that annoyingly smooth chuckle of his, the sound of him shifting around behind the phone reaching your ears.

you shift on your own bed, grabbing tissues to try and subtly clean the mess between your legs as you give him a strained chuckle back. “uh yeah.. my professor was being a prick.. no big deal..” you try to say smoothly, still catching your breath.

“ah, asshole professors, i feel you! my professor was cranky today too. but you sound like you’ve just ran a marathon! what were you up to when i called? i hope i’m not interrupting a workout or something,” he says cheerfully and you can practically hear that smile on his lips, your stomach doing a flip.

“oh! uh.. yeah actually.. i was doing one of those ‘home workout’ things but it wasn’t very good anyway,” you manage to lie as you fumble to toss the tissues in the bin beside your bed, letting out a little shaky exhale as you close your now aching legs.

he lets out another dizzyingly sweet laugh, the sound of him leaning back in a chair reaching you as you sit up. “well i was wondering, if you’d like to video call? you don’t have to show anything you don’t want to of course i just- i got some new lego i wanted to show you..”

“uh yeah sure-” you say in panic before you can stop yourself, immediately fumbling to stand up. “just- just let me set up my laptop” you squeak out before cutting the call quickly.

“shit.”

in a panic, you kick your sheets off, grabbing some clothes, a black cami and some comfy sweatpants, pulling your panties back on in a rush. you practically rip your laptop out of its charger, setting it down on your desk and sitting down. you take a breath, running a hand down your face before adjusting your hair. okay, maybe it’s a mess… but he won’t see it anyway! right?

after angling your laptop to not show the top half of your face, you call blue, stomach twisting at the thought of seeing him on call again as you wait for him to pick up.

the screen suddenly lights up with blue’s end, his hands adjusting the camera to hide his face, a dorky smile on his lips as he sits down in his chair. “tada! look! i’ve been saving up for six months now and i got it on sale!” he says chirpily as he holds up the milky way lego set, dimples framing his soft smile.

“woah! oh my god? you’re so lucky i’ve been wanting that one forever!”

“i was wondering if you’d like to stay on call while i build it? i don’t have anything to do tonight so..” he trails off as his eyes wonder across the screen, noticing your bed in the background. specifically the blue vibrator and tissues on your bed. a flush immediately crosses his skin, his adam’s apple bobbing under the thin stretch of his throat as he trails off, connecting your earlier breathlessness with the sight of your bed.

you blink in confusion, about to ask him what’s wrong when you spot in your own camera what can be seen on your bed, embarrassment making you splutter as you try to explain yourself.

“it’s- it’s just- the- i- well-”

“is.. is that what you were doing when i called you..?”

you can hardly breathe, utterly humiliated as you blink rapidly, hesitating before nodding in silence, unable to bring yourself to look at the screen, even if he can’t see your face.

“did you finish..?”

his question makes you choke, eyes flying up to the screen as you splutter. sure, you’ve had less than appropriate conversations before, but never this!?

“i- blue you- uhm.. n-no..” you manage to murmur sheepishly, a flush crawling up your cheeks as you look down at your hands. he slowly lowers the large box of lego, a visible flush creeping down the thick column of his neck.

“i.. didn’t mean to.. interrupt.. you should.. yknow..”

you swallow thickly at the implication, your heart thudding in your chest as you consider his proposition. it’s not like he could see your face right? so there’s nothing… incriminating. besides, you’ve already exchanged a few ‘more than friendly’ pictures before so…

with a shaky breath, you stand up, careful not to let your face be caught in the camera as you grab a pillow and your blue vibrator, sitting back down shyly with the pillow behind your back.

his breath gets caught in his throat, his jeans immediately tightening as he shifts in his own chair, eyes transfixed on your hands as you fidget with the hem of your cami.

he understands your slight nerves, hands moving to pull his shirt off in hopes to make you feel more comfortable, revealing the flush covering his chest. you have to bite back a moan at the sight of his bare chest, the soft peach fuzz dusting his chest and the subtle pudge that clings to his thick frame, his skin littered with freckles like stars across a universe.

“blue i..” you can hardly hear your own words, your heart thrumming loudly in your ears as you carefully tug your cami up your own body, pulling it off and letting it drop to the side, a shiver running down your spine as the cool air hits the soft mounds of your breasts.

you can hear his breath audibly hitch, watching the way his hand moves to adjust himself through his jeans, his teeth sinking into that plush lower lip. “fuck- you’re.. you’re beautiful, you know that?” he manages to breathe out, unzipping his jeans and kicking them off slightly clumsily, already straining against his star trek boxers.

his words have your heart thudding as you can hardly formulate a response, tugging your own sweatpants down enough to slip them off, your panties going with them. you sit with your thighs pressed together, embarrassingly wet as you fiddle with the vibrator in your hand, suddenly feeling self conscious as you reach up to adjust the laptop yet again.

“you.. don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.. it’s completely your choice..” he murmurs softly, voice slightly grainy through his mic yet as warm as ever as you study the way he shifts in his chair, clearly painfully hard but holding back for your sake.

you sigh softly, sitting up straight and brushing your hair out of your face as you swallow thickly. “no i.. i want to.. i just… i don’t know..”

“you.. want me to talk you through it..?”

his words send a jolt directly between your legs as your eyes fly up, hesitating for a moment before nodding shyly, a heat already crawling down your neck and blooming across your skin.

“okay.. that’s okay..” he breathes out, his hand moving to carefully palm himself with a hiss. “spread your legs for me.. show me how much you want this..” he murmurs gently, his throat bobbing as he breathes shakily.

you immediately nod, bracing yourself on the arm rests of the chair and spreading your legs, adjusting the laptop to ensure your face is hidden, your slick heat on full display. you’re embarrassingly wet, glistening inner thighs shining with your arousal as your pretty pink clit peaks out from between your tufts of curls. normally, you would’ve been mortified to show a man your bush, but you get the feeling that blue won’t judge you for it.

he tugs his own boxers down, revealing his throbbing length already leaking like a tap, complete with his own mop of curls as he smiles dorkishly. his gorgeous dick lays hot and heavy in his hand, dizzyingly thick with a pulsing vein spanning from the base till the blushed tip that shines under his light of his desk lamp.

“shit- feel how wet you are for me… let me see..”

with your index finger, you collect your slick, dragging it up and down your slit at the same pace that his hand wraps around himself and strokes, a breathy gasp tumbling past your lips as you bite back a whimper.

“you see how much i want you..? s’ all you.. all for you..”

a whine escapes as you watch how his pretty cock throbs with need, your own bundle of nerves throbbing in response as you rub circles on it, your free hand keeping your thigh spread open.

“so fucking pretty.. use one finger.. slowly..”

you slide a finger inside with a gasp, curling it perfectly to prod at that spot that makes tears spring in your eyes, keeping your gaze locked on the screen of your laptop. he continues to stroke himself, pre leaking and dripping down his fist as he slowly twists his wrist at the same pace as your hand.

“now grab your- yeah that’s it.. it’s blue huh? just like me…”

as you fumble to turn on your blue vibrator, you can’t help but let out a soft giggle at his words but it comes out more like a whimper, your cheeks flushed. you sink your teeth into your lower lip, slowly dragging the vibrator down your stomach and pressing down on your clit. a squeal of pleasure tumbles past your spit slick lips, toes immediately curling as you fight to keep your legs open. you’re already close, your arousal dripping down your folds and landing on the fabric of your chair. through the screen, you can hear the wet plaps of his fist stroking himself, slick strokes of his pre dripping down his length mixing with his heavy pants disguising his whines. 

each groan has you clenching around your fingers as you pump them till your wrist begins to burn, vibrator pressed against your bundle of nerves and sending shocks up your spine. heat spills from your eyes in thick tears of pleasure, your gasps morphing into moans despite your attempts at keeping quiet (sorry neighbours).

“i- fuck! so- m’ gonna!” you manage to gasp before letting out a whine, heels digging into the chair as your hips buck against your hands and your head tips back in ecstasy. your moans make him let out a pathetic whimper in response, his fist squeezing himself at the base before speeding up, balls drawing up as he grows closer and closer. “j-jesus- me- me too!”

a white hot wave of pleasure washes over you as you finally reach your peak, clenching around your knuckles with a choked sob, eyes glazing over as you ride out your high. blue finishes at the same time, head tipping back with a groan as he shoots up across his chest, the soft shapes of his abdomen now coated in his sticky release.

you both sit panting for what feels like an eternity, breathless from the mind numbingly intense experience. safe to say, you’ve never orgasmed like that ever. slowly, you lower your now aching legs and grab some tissues, eyes trained on the screen as you stare with wide eyes at the mess coating his stomach. he lets out a slightly awkward chuckle, running his clean hand through his hair as he also grabs tissues, accidentally knocking his camera slightly.

“guess we made a mess huh?” he murmurs breathlessly, earning a soft giggle from you. as you wipe your hands, you shake your head with a gentle smile, cheeks still flushed. “always a cornball..” you say with no real heat, about to open your mouth to let him know his camera has moved. as your lips are about to form the words you freeze, eyes narrowing on something on the screen.

in the back of his room hangs one of those cheap beige tote bags mass given out on freshman week, big red letters reading out ‘midwestern university’. your university. and not only that, but a stack of electronics textbooks beside it, the very books your irritating professor had handed out the first week of lessons.

you can hardly breathe, blood thrumming in your ears loudly. blue’s confused “el?” falls on deaf ears, your hands immediately slamming the laptop shut and swiftly ending the call.

can u tell im an alien over aliens fan....

[kordsprayer]

breaking you in ✩‧₊

ted kord and his girl trying something new…

w/c : 1029?

warnings: mentions of masturbation (female), fingering (only a little), p in v mentions, mentions of temperature play (it never happens), established relationship (ted kord is dating fem!reader), sex toys mentioned not used (yet hehe), pet names, kinda fluffy bc ofc it is

author's note: this will be the first part of a two part series..? (here's part two) if u can call it that.. genuinely had to hop on a sex toy website because i had no idea how any of it works.. now i lowk wanna buy one.. anyways! and yes the first bit is inspired by my life.. getting caught was SO embarrassing.. - xoxo, rin

its not like you've never touched yourself before. of course you have! you've gotta do something to quell the burning heat after reading a particularly freaky fic. but you've only ever.. rubbed, yknow? it gets the job done and deals with the ache. sure, you've experimented with a finger or two but after getting over the initial pain, it didnt really feel like anything. talk about underwhelming. i mean, from the fuss everyone makes about it, you expected it to be mindblowing. the disappointment coupled with being walked in on when you were fifteen by your mother and having to sit through a painfully embarrassing lecture had deterred you away from touching yourself.

and for most of your life, you were content with your orgasm-free days. you have better things to worry about, right? right. that is until you started dating ted kord. your first ever proper boyfriend (not counting that loser you dated at sixteen because walking side by side to biology in silence is NOT the pinnacle of romance). now all you can think about is being dicked down by the prettiest guy youve ever seen. the thought consumes you really. you've lost count how many panties you've soaked through just looking at him. and soon, rubbing just isnt enough anymore.

after beating around the bush for a few months and being way too shy to even bring it up, you finally manage to get ted knuckle deep in you, those long fingers reaching spots you didnt even know existed and pulling the sweetest (and most embarrassing) noises from your lips, pussy squechling obscenely around his digits. but, you've never been easily satisfied, and you needed more.

"i can take it.. teddy i swear!"

"cmon... baby please.."

"its not too soon.. im ready.."

big talk considering you tapped out after just the tip of his pretty, blushing cock. which is how ted finds himself scrolling through a sex toy website, looking for a toy to help you get used to being split open before the real thing. its a bit of an ego boost actually, the way you struggled so much.. (even if it was more your inexperience than his size..)

you're sat tucked under his arm, his blue button up slipping off your frame as you stare at the screen with wide eyes, slightly flustered that youre sat ordering a sex toy with your boyfriend. not exactly how you expected your evening to go. "err.. so which one are we getting..? theres.. certainly a lot of options.."

ted's eyes flick to you for a moment, taking in your flushed expression before looking back at the screen, his features mirroring yours as a flush blooms across his cheeks. "uh.. what about- oh. nope. thats.. oh my gosh thats a horse dick. wow! okay."

you stifle a giggle mixed with a cough, utterly amused and embarrassed at the variety of brightly coloured dildos and vibrators, your body hot as you grow increasingly flustered. "sorry- 'clone a willy'? what the fuck-" you mutter in disbelief before the two of you burst into sheepish snickers, the shy tension between you two easing ever so slightly.

"what about that one? its pretty.. well.. pretty for a sex toy.." you say gently as you point at a pink glass dildo, the size not as daunting as ted's. you look up at him with wide eyes through your lashes before raising an eyebrow as he sudduenly starts to shake his head.

“no.”

"no? fuck you mean 'no'?"

"ah- uh." ted blinks with a sheepish chuckle, reaching over to smooth his thumb down the middle of your knitted brows. "i mean no because its glass.. i- i researched this.. originally i thought i might design one myself built specifically for you but after conferring with micahel i realised that might be a bit weird so ive been looking into the ones available.. and.. silicone is better."

"you were planning on making one yourself?" you ask with an eyebrow raised incredulously before your face immediately softens at the dorky smile that graces his face. "right.. of course you were.."

"well i just wanted to know whats best for you and whether silicone or glass was better! the glass ones are made from pyrex which is pretty strong and temperature resistent but i dont think we'll ever experiment with temperature- uh- unless you want to- but uhm- theres still a chance it might crack if we drop it-" he begins to explain rather quickly as the flush on his cheeks deepens.

"crack?! ew oh my god teddy could you imagine if it cracked inside-" you splutter out with a grimace as you squirm against his side, shuddering at the thought. "no! i do not want to imagine that.. it'll only crack if you drop it.. but still.. its a risk.. id just.. prefer you get silicone just incase.. plus its non-porous so its very hygenic-" he begins to explain again before pausing as you look at him with a raised eyebrow again. "right. too much. moving on."

"how about this one? its.. not very big.. its silicone and its blue.." he suggests carefully as he points at another dildo on his laptop screen, looking at you expectantly. "err.. yeah? sure why not. they all look the same to me and this ones blue like your blue beetle suit.." you say with a giggle as you poke him playfully in the ribs, laughing at the way he shudders.

you watch with wide eyes as he clicks 'add to cart' before checking out, pulling out his black card from his wallet on the bedside table. "teddy let me-" you begin to say as you try to reach for your own purse before he suddenly grabs it and throws it across the room. you blink, watching your purse fly across the room before looking up at him with a huff. "okay jeez baby all you had to do was say no.." you grumble out with an elbow to his arm. "how dare you suggest to pay.. its the very least i could do for my girl.." he says teasingly as he types in his card details and clicks order.