Of course, I don't deny that if they met someone like themselves, they would choose an alien or another mutant like them, but the human race would still attract them more.
They're not just "turtles with human personalities"; they're a brand-new species created by accident, raised in total isolation by a mutated rat.
So... Why do their fantasies and desires lean so heavily toward human partners instead of dreaming up some hypothetical alien reptile, mutant lizard girl, or "someone more like them"?
Imprinting and What They Actually Know:
- The turtles were ordinary baby turtles before the mutagen hit. They grew up watching human TV, movies, video games, and secretly observing New York life from the shadows. Humans are the only intelligent, bipedal, emotional, talking beings they've ever known besides Splinter. Their brains developed around human media, human faces, human bodies, and human voices.
- Attraction often works through familiarity and exposure. They don't have a "reptile society" or other mutants to compare against. A hypothetical alien reptile wouldn't feel familiar or exciting, it would feel as alien to them as they feel to humans. Humans, on the other hand, are the standard of "person" in their minds.
- In the Bayverse specifically, their first real emotional connection to the outside world is with April O'Neil. That imprints hard, especially on Mikey, but the others bond with her too. She's brave, kind, accepts them, and represents everything beautiful and forbidden about the surface world.
- They don't sit around fantasizing about "a nice mutant turtle girl" because none exist in their reality. Dreaming of the impossible is less satisfying than spinning elaborate scenarios around the kind of person they actually see and admire.
Humanoid Shape + Sapient Mind Over Pure Biology:
- Even though they're reptilian, the mutagen made them highly humanoid: upright posture, expressive faces (they smile, frown, show emotions clearly), hands built for tools and weapons, and voices that sound almost human when they speak. Their psychology is far more human-teenager than animal-turtle.
- Sexual/romantic attraction in intelligent beings is rarely purely about matching species or genitals. It's about connection, personality, shared values, and visual/emotional appeal. The turtles are sapient, humorous, loyal, and heroic—they crave someone who can laugh at Mikey's jokes, spar with Raph, debate tech with Donnie, or meditate with Leo.
- A human woman offers soft skin that contrasts their rough scales in an exciting way, curves and features that look "exotic" and beautiful to them, and vulnerability that triggers their protective instincts. The size difference adds a thrilling power dynamic that fits their ninja physiques.
- Reptilian biology doesn't override their higher brain functions. Real-world examples (like people attracted to anthropomorphic characters in media) show that sentience + personality can override strict species matching. For the turtles, a human who accepts their mutant form feels like the ultimate validation. "Even though I'm a monster, you still want me."
- An "alien reptile" might match their scales or cloaca better physically, but without the human-like emotional depth or cultural references they grew up with, it wouldn't spark the same fire. It might feel too "same" or boring compared to the forbidden allure of a human.
Teenage Hormones Don't Care About Perfect Compatibility:
- As we established earlier: they're still teenage males with surging testosterone (or whatever mutant equivalent). Horniness isn't logical. It latches onto whatever is available in their environment and media—human women in movies, April in person, curves, voices, scent, movement.
- Physical compatibility can be worked around in fantasy. Emotional and visual spark comes first.
Why Not "Someone More Like Them"?
Because "someone more like them" doesn't exist in their world, and even if a female mutant turtle suddenly appeared, it might not automatically click. They'd still carry all the baggage of being raised as brothers, with human pop culture wiring, and individual personalities that might not align romantically. Interspecies attraction happens constantly in fiction, precisely because personality and emotional connection often trump genetic similarity.
The turtles want human partners because humans are what they know, what they admire, what represents hope and connection, and what triggers that potent mix of lust, protectiveness, and longing. An alien reptile might solve the biology puzzle on paper, but it wouldn't satisfy the deeper ache for acceptance and excitement that comes from loving someone from the world above.
This is why their fantasies stay charged with human elements—softness, curves, emotional vulnerability, and that sweet forbidden rush—even as their bodies stay fully mutant.
Reacting to You Wearing Their Signature Color (2003)
💚 2003 Turtles/Gender Neutral Reader 💚
A/N: I’ve done a similar concept before, but I wanted to take another crack at it and do things a bit differently this time.
Enjoy! 😊
CWs: Fluff, mild sibling teasing, protective and somewhat possessive Raph. All characters are aged-up.
LEO
Leo is a traditionalist at heart, so to him, colors have deep meaning; for him, they represent alignment, loyalty, and clan. Seeing you in his specific shade of blue hits him right in his deeply ingrained sense of duty and devotion.
He notices the exact second you enter the lair. He stops mid-sentence or mid-kata, his eyes widening just a fraction. A warm, incredibly soft smile breaks across his face, and his posture immediately relaxes.
He won’t make a loud scene about it. But he’ll walk over, smooth down the shoulder or collar of your shirt, and linger a little closer to you than usual.
If Mikey or Raph tries to tease you about it, he’ll calmly step in, wrap an arm around your waist, and say with absolute, quiet confidence: “I think the blue suits them perfectly. Leave them alone.” He feels an intense wave of pride knowing you are openly representing him.
RAPH
Raph is a creature of intense emotion and possession, but he is also incredibly easily flustered. Red is a loud, bold color, and seeing you wear it is an immediate shock to his system.
When he sees you, his face instantly matches his mask. He will literally choke on his words, sputter, and look away, rubbing the back of his neck to try to hide how much he is blushing.
He gets defensive because his brothers will roast him immediately. Mikey will start making kissing noises, and Raph will threaten to throw Mikey into a sewage tank. But once his brothers leave you two alone? He can’t keep his hands off you. He’ll pull you against his chest, tucking you under his chin.
He’ll mutter into your hair, trying to sound gruff but failing completely: “Hey, listen to me. Don’t wear that outside the lair, alright? Unless I’m with you. I don’t need every punk in New York knowing you belong to me when I’m not around to break their jaws.”
DONNIE
For Donnie, purple isn’t just a color; it’s his identity in a household of loud personalities. He is used to being the tech guy in the background, so you choosing his color feels incredibly validating to his sweet, slightly insecure heart.
He’s usually hyper-focused on a monitor or a disassembled engine. But when you walk into the lab wearing his shade of purple, he drops his wrench. He blinks, and a huge, endearing grin spreads across his face.
He gets a little shy but incredibly affectionate. Then he’ll immediately pull you onto his lap or drag an extra stool over so you can sit next to him while he works. He loves the visual of you matching him while you both hang out.
He’ll look at you with total adoration, tapping your nose. “Is that … my shade? You know, scientifically speaking, purple represents creativity and wisdom. On you, I think it looks perfect.”
MIKEY
Mikey is the hype man of the century. Orange is loud, bright, and energetic—just like him. If you wear orange, he takes it as a literal declaration of your ultimate love and allegiance to him, and he will make sure the entire universe knows it.
When he sees you, he’ll literally gasp, slide across the kitchen floor, or jump over the back of the sofa, pointing at you with dinner forks or a video game controller—whatever he currently has in his hand(s).
He’ll strut around the lair, parading you in front of his brothers. He’ll drape his arms around your shoulders, cheek pressed against yours, gloating to Raph and Leo about how he is clearly the favorite.
“Oh my gosh, LOOK AT THIS! Leo, Raph, Donnie—behold! The official Team Mikey uniform! I knew you loved me best; I knew it! Come here, give your favorite turtle a hug. We are officially matching. We look like a crime-fighting duo. Do you want a cape? I can find us capes.”
The bass of the party thrummed through Peter's chest, but it was the blood rushing to his face that really had his head spinning. Flash Thompson, flanked by his usual sycophants, had cornered him by the makeshift bar.
"So, 'Penis Parker'." Flash sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Still lying about that little internship at Stark Industries? Or your big, important friendship with the Avengers? And Tony Stark's kid, what's-his-name?"
Peter's jaw tightened. "His name is Y/N. And it's not a lie." He hated how his voice cracked, just a little.
Flash laughed, a loud, grating sound that cut through the music. "Right. You know them all. Captain America, Black Widow... all of them. Prove it."
"It's not something I can just—"
"I dare you." Flash interrupted, stepping closer. The smell of his expensive cologne was overwhelming. "I dare you to go to Avengers Tower and bring something back. Something... personal. A pair of underwear. Doesn't matter whose. Captain America's star-spangled briefs. Black Widow's... whatever. Do that, and maybe I'll believe you."
A few people nearby snickered. Peter felt a knot of dread and humiliation tighten in his stomach. He couldn't do that. He couldn't just walk into the Tower and steal someone's underwear. He'd be banned for life. Tony would kill him.
"See? Can't do it." Flash smirked, turning away as if he'd already won. "Knew you were full of—"
"I'll do it." Peter blurted out, the words leaving his mouth before his brain could catch up.
The party was a blur after that. He barely remembered the subway ride to Stark Tower, his mind racing with a thousand different ways this could go horribly wrong. He found Y/N in the common room, sprawled on a couch and scrolling through a holographic screen.
"Hey, Pete. You look like you just saw a ghost." Y/N said, glancing up. "Or like you just had a fight with the Lizard.” Peter flopped onto the opposite end of the couch, burying his face in a cushion. "Worse. So much worse." He recounted the story, his voice muffled by the fabric. "...and now I have to steal Captain America's underwear."
Y/N was silent for a moment, and Peter braced himself for laughter. Instead, he heard a soft chuckle. "Oh, Peter. You are so completely and utterly screwed."
Peter lifted his head, his expression miserable. "I know, right? I can't do it. I'm dead. I'm going to have to transfer schools and live out my days in shame."
"Well..." Y/N drew out the word, a slow grin spreading across his face. He stood up and walked over to a sleek, metal cabinet against the far wall. He tapped a code into a panel and it hissed open. "There might be a solution."
Peter watched, confused, as Y/N rummaged inside. He turned back around, holding up a folded piece of fabric with a distinct, five-pointed star pattern on the waistband. Peter's eyes went wide.
"Is that...?"
"A pair of Steve's finest patriotic undies? You bet." Y/N said, dangling them by a finger. "From the last Fourth of July party. Let's just say he had a few too many and decided to go for a swim in the fountain without them."
Peter scrambled off the couch, his hand outstretched. "Dude! Oh my god, you're a lifesaver! Give them here!"
Y/N snatched them back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Not so fast, Parker. You want these undies? You're gonna have to give me something in return."
"Anything!" Peter said desperately. "I'll do your chores for a month. I'll have Ned hack into your school's system and change your grade in chemistry. Name it."
Y/N's gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, down Peter's body and back up to his face. The playful glint turned into something else, something hotter and more intense. "I don't want Ned’s hacking skills, Parker." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "I want you. One hot night. You and me. That's my price. You give me that, and you can give Flash Thompson Captain America's underwear."
Peter's breath hitched. The air between them suddenly felt thick, charged. He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it. Y/N was smart, funny, and dangerously good-looking. But this was... a transaction. A crazy, insane, completely insane transaction.
He looked from Y/N's expectant face to the ridiculously patriotic underwear in his hand. He thought of Flash's smug grin. He thought of the alternative.
"Okay." Peter said, his voice barely a whisper. "Deal."
Y/N's grin returned, triumphant. He tossed the underwear to Peter. "Excellent. Now, why don't you go take care of your little bully problem. And then." He added, his eyes glinting. "Come back and take care of me, and I'll take care of you."
TW: crying. No context to the Rp that happened before I decided to write this fic scientist x experiment (but not his a different scientists) gay
Zethra x Cody
“So mean” Zethra whimpered desperately as he was pinned against the wall “we definitely can’t do this here”
Cody mutters against Zethra’s lips.
Zethra whines “ugh I hate that your right” “when dose your shift end?”
Zethra pouts “It’ll end right here and now if it has to”
Cody chuckles “you sure are desperate”
“Let’s go” Zethra begrudgingly pulls away from Cody
“Fuck i need to change first” Zethra looks down at his scandalous outfit
Cody stands near the wall . His cheeks flush as he turns around
Zethra notices and smirks “getting shy already doc?~”
Cody mutters shyly “I’m respecting your privacy”
Zethra laughs “you had your tongue down my throat and now you wanna respect me?~”
Zethra’s heels click on the floor as he walks up behind Cody. Cody tenses as Zethra gently runs his fingers up his back. He rests his hands on Cody’s shoulders before whispering in his ear
“I want you to watch~”
“Fuck Zethra~” Cody mutters under his breath as he slowly turns back around
Zethra gently pushes Cody down onto the couch in his dressing room before stepping back . He lets his robe slide off his body
“Holy shit” Cody mutters under his breath a tent pitching in his pants
Zethra slowly bends over and slips off his heels purposefully being a cock tease as he notices the bulge growing in Cody’s pants. Cody’s cheeks flush
Zethra smirks as he lets the strap on his shoulder slide down
Cody gulps and his breath hitches “holy shit” he mutters, he covers his face with his hands shyly
Zethra immediately notices. He walks over to Cody “ah ah ah~ you’re supposed to be watching me~”
Zethra straddles Cody’s lap “oh god don’t do that~” he groans pathetically
Zethra grins and grinds his hips down onto Cody’s lap “i don’t really think you want me to stop~”
“Of fuck please don’t” Cody whimpers
Zethra takes Cody’s hands away from his face. Cody is flushed and can’t even attempt to make eye contact
Zethra chuckles as he rolls his hips more “enjoying yourself daddy?~”
“Zethra! OH FUCK~” Cody’s glowing eyes roll back as his body trembles cum paints the inside of his pants, his cock twitches straining against his now wet,warm, sticky underwear
Zethra laughs surprised
“Don’t laugh at me!” Cody’s cheeks flush and he pouts clearly embarrassed
“I’m not laughing at you doc I was just a little surprised” Zethra chuckles as he assures Cody “I’m flattered,really”
“Yeah right” Cody says very clearly still embarrassed
“Trust me doc”
Cody clearly still doesn’t believe Zethra so Zethra decides to prove it
He stands up off Cody’s lap and crouches in between his legs
“W-what are you doing?” Cody asks flustered
“Providing my point” Zethra presses his lips against Cody’s still hard bulge
“Mmm~” Cody whimpers
Zethra captures Cody’s zipper with his teeth and undoes his zipper
Zethra smirks and pulls away from in between his thighs “too much already doc?~” he teases playfully
Cody takes a deep breath “th-that was a lot”
Zethra grins “you ready for more doc?~”
“I-I think so” Cody mutters
Zethra unbuttons Cody’s pants and gently tugs them down, Cody lifts his hips to help
The tent in Cody’s underwear is extremely noticeable…and the wet spot from his earlier ejaculation
Zethra licks the wet fabric and Cody practically shuddered out of his skin
Zethra chuckled as he slips his fingers in the waistband of Cody’s boxers
His cock sprang out almost brushing Zethra’s face. “Hiding this master piece from me? Not very nice daddy~”
Cody’s cock twitches at being called daddy
Zethra chuckles “daddy huh? How dirty doc~”.
Zethra Licks his lips as Cody trembles
Zethra plants his tongue on the underside of his cock,Cody twitches agains his tongue “f-fuck~”
Cody reaches to cove his face in embarrassment again but Zethra stops him
“No…I wanna see you”
Without any warning Zethra sinks his mouth down onto Cody’s cock
His tip reaching the back of Zethra’s throat without any struggle..
“Mmmm~” Zethra moans around his cock
“Ngh~ f-fuuuck! Zethra~” he lets out a deep guttural moan
Zethra chuckles as he continues moving his tongue round Cody’s hard cock
“Fuck~” Cody whines and tries to grip the couch cushions and the armrest
“Ngh~”
Zethra intertwines their fingers
“Mmmm~ Zethra~” Cody’s head lolls back as Zethra’s mouth bobs up and down on his cock
Zethra licks up the underside of Cody’s shaft
“F-f-f-fuck!~ oh gods~”
Zethra smirks and licks his tip as well
“Holy shit!” Cody whines and grips Zethra’s hair
“Enjoying yourself daddy?~” Zethra says around his cock grinning
“S-shut up~”
Zethra kisses the tip of his cock
“Oh~ so mean to me daddy~ i might just have to punish you~”
“P-punish? H-how?” Cody asks suspicion creeping into his tone
“Like this~” Zethra suddenly deep throats Cody’s cock
“Son of a- ngh!” Tears prick Cody’s eyes as his orgasm slams into him
“Oh god!~” he sobs and trembles as he cums down Zethra’s throat
Zethra drinks him up not wasting a single drop . He release his cock with a pop
“You taste good~”
Cody’s cheeks flush “s-shut up”
Zethra rises off the floor
“Why? You obviously loved it~”
“Ok now i actually have to change”
Cody watches flustered
After Zethra changes he flies back to the mansion with Cody
He lands on his balcony.he carries Cody directly to his bed
“Ready doc?~” Zethra asks
“Y-Yeah…just go slow”
“You got it doc”
Zethra holds Cody in his arms and gently kisses his neck.
“Mmm~” Cody moans softly
Zethra wraps his wings around them creating a small pocket of intimacy
Cody runs his fingers through Zethra’s feathers
Zethra moans softly.
“Fuck doc~ you treat all your patients like this?~” Zethra chuckles and pants
“don’t ask questions you know the answers to…”
He whines pathetically
“And what’s the answer?~”
“You” he he whines pathetically “You know it’s only you” he pants softly “fuck~ only you Zethra~” tears prick his eyes as he whines,practically sobbing
“Are you ready for more doc?~”
“Yes! Oh god please yes~”
Zethra intertwined their hands together holding Cody’s hands with just one of his
Zethra wraps his tail around Cody’s thigh before tugging up his sweater just over his nipples
“F-fuck don’t do that…I’m sensitive there” Cody begs pathetically his voice cracking
“Aww~ don’t do what? Don’t do this?”
Zethra proceeds to pinch his nipple with one hand and suck the other
“NGH~ ogh fuck!~” Cody sputters out trembling
“So sensitive already pretty boy?”
“Mmm~” Cody let’s out a pathetic mix of a whine and a whimper
“Are you ready daddy?” Zethra grins as he kisses all over Cody’s neck and chest
“Oh god! Please Zethra~” his cock strains against his pants
“Leta get you more comfortable” Zethra kisses down his belly and hips and thighs and calf’s and then his ankles whilst he tugs off his pants
Cody watches him with a blush creeping up his neck
“So cute~” Zethra tugs off his sweater fully leaving Cody almost completely bare
“Mmm~” Cody whimpers clearly somewhat embarrassed being exposed
“My turn. And no teasing this time. I need you” Zethra kisses him roughly as he rips his clothes off
They moan into each other’s mouth Cody easily submits his mouth
Both bare they take in each others body
“boxers…now” Cody whines
“Ooh~ whatever my bossy little needy brat needs” Zethra Immediately obeys tugging off both of their boxers . Both their cocks stand at attention almost touching with the position Zethra has him in
“Are you ready now doc?”
“FUCK ME!” Cody blurts out begging and dripping with embarrassment he covers his red face
“Ok ok,let me lube up first”. Zeterst quickly lubes his cock whilst fingering Cody
“Oh heavens above~” Cody trembles against the mattress. Tears prick his eyes as he tightens around Zethra’s fingers
Zethra stops at his tears “are you ok-“
“KEEP GOING! PLEASE!* Cody cries out as his legs tremble and his humps Zethra’s hand
“Ok ok” Zethra slowly stretches him out
“Oh fuck!!!” Cody grips the sheets almost sobbing out of pleasure
When Zethra finally finishes stretching him out he slips out his fingers and Cody lets out a whine
“Calm down. You want my cock don’t you?~”
“Yes~” moans breathily
“Good boy” Zethra alines his tip to Cody’s hole
Cody’s breath hitches
“Hold onto me ok doc?”
Cody wraps his arms around Zethra’s neck. Zethra supports his legs around his hips as he slowly pushes in
“Fuck doc~ you’re so tight” Zethra stops his hip movements “I’m not even all the way in”
“YOUR NOT?!”
“Yeah I’m barely halfway in my love”
Cody whines into Zethras shoulder
“I’ll go slow baby” Zethra gently traces Cody’s hips. He takes hold and slowly sinks deeper into him “fuck you feel good~ you ok doc?”
Zethra looks down at Cody buried in his shoulder
“You ok doc?”
Cody nods
“..Let me see you face”
Cody shakes his head
“And why not?”
Cody mutters it a somewhat pathetic whiny tone
“It’s fucking embarrassing that’s what”
“…show me or I’m not fucking you”
“Ugh” Cody whines as he pulled away showing his face red covered in snot and tears “there…now fuck me”
“Are you ok?” Zethra chuckles
“YES! I’m fine just fuck me”
Zethra grins “you always cry when you get penetrated doc”
Cody whines and sobs incoherently as he hums Zethra
“Ok ok I get the hint”
Zethra starts moveing his hips slowly
“Mmmhmph!” Cody whines
“I’ll take that as a faster” Zethra slams his cock into Cody deeper hitting his prostate
Cody let’s out a guttural moan
“FFFFFUUUUCK!!!”
Cody digs his nails into Zethra’s back clinging to him and sobbing in pleasure
Zethra quickens his pace
“Cum for me daddy~” Zethra says with a grin finding the title for the trembling man somewhat amusing “cum on my cock daddy~”
“S-shit!” Cody sobs quietly into Zethra’s wing as his body is wrecked with an orgasm. His body trembles furiously as his grip tightens on the man giving him such knee buckling pleasure
Zethra groans as he releases inside Cody “f-fuck doc~”
They both pant softly holding onto each other like a lifeline
“Y-you ok now doc”
Cody nods
“Stay right here doc…let me get you some water and a wet rag to clean you off”
Cody clings to him and whines
“I have to clean us up…and you absolutely need to hydrate”
Cody whines begrudgingly as Zethra leaves to grab a warm rag and a cool water. He wipes both of them off and gently helps Cody sip the water
“Th-thank you” Cody mutters,voice sore from moaning and sobbing
“It’s the least I can do doc* Zehra gently slips both their boxers back on. He climbs back into bed and holds Cody in his arms against his chest
“…I love you Zethra” Cody whispers into the now cool room
“…I love you too doc” he gently peppers kisses all over Cody’s face
“Now go to sleep doc”
“Hmm” Cody falls asleep on Zethra’s chest. And only then does Zethra begin to doze off holding Cody tightly in his protection
Can you make a “they say I love you for the first time” with the Jackson 5? You don’t have to include Randy lol
Their first "I love you"
Ft. The Jackson 5 (literally)
minors dni this contains smut. this is like my second time writing smut so feedback is always appreciated !
MICHAEL JACKSON— Michael had invited you over—or rather, begged you to come to his studio. He was hard at work on his next album and insisted he needed to get things done, but he also couldn't go without seeing his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes, though not before teasing him a little over the phone before you made your way over to his house.
He tapped his pencil against the soundboard, eyes scanning over his notes as he searched for the perfect rhythm. His free hand rested on your knee, a quiet reminder that even while he was lost in his work, he was still aware of your presence.
"Michael?" you asked softly, careful not to interrupt his concentration as you adjusted the sweater he had draped over your shoulders. "Yes, honey?" He looked up from his notes, his attention shifting to you.
"How about, instead of this..." You gently tapped out the rhythm he'd been working on against your knee, the one he clearly didn't find as amusing. "You try something like this?" You repeated it with a subtle variation, changing the timing of a few taps while keeping the overall pattern intact.
Michael's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God, that's it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He immediately began humming the melody, matching it to the rhythm you were tapping with your fingers. "You are amazing, I love you."
Without thinking, he cupped your face in both hands and pulled you into a soft yet passionate kiss. When you finally pulled away, his eyes widened as the realization of what he'd just admitted out loud slowly sank in.
"I am very excited," he admitted with a laugh, "but I meant every word."
"I love you too," you laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.
JERMAINE JACKSON— Jermaine had known how he felt about you from the moment you started dating. He'd been with other women before, but none of them had ever made him feel the way you did. You made him nervous—in the best possible way. He got excited whenever you called, and he missed you whenever you couldn't see each other.
He was completely whipped, and he wasn't ashamed of it.
That was why he wanted to tell you he loved you in the most special way possible.
He called you that morning and asked you to meet him at the park before sunset so the two of you could watch it together. You didn't think much of it, since watching the sunset together was something you did all the time.
What you didn't expect was to find your boyfriend waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, standing beside a picnic blanket beautifully arranged with candles, a wicker basket, and all your favorite treats.
"What is all this?" you asked with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him. "Something special for the most special girl in the world." He smiled as he handed you the bouquet when you pulled away.
"Did you handpick these?" you asked, pouting slightly as you looked down at the messy but adorable arrangement. "I did." He grinned proudly.
You sat down together, talking and laughing as you ate. It wasn't until a little while later that you noticed him fidgeting with his hands.
"Jer, baby, are you okay?" you asked gently. "I have something to confess," he said, his voice a little nervous. "But please don't make fun of me."
"Of course not, honey."
"I did all this because I wanted to show you how special you are to me." He gently took your hands in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. "And also because I wanted to tell you that I love you." He finally met your gaze, his expression filled with a mixture of nerves and love.
You felt your heart skip a beat. He had taken the time to plan the entire evening, putting so much thought and effort into making it special, all just to tell you that he loved you.
"I love you too."
"Really?"
"Really. Now come here." You smiled as you gently grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.
JACKIE JACKSON— You two had been apart for almost a month, so you were determined to make up for all the time you'd lost. That was how you found yourself under Jackie for the fourth time today as he pounded into you relentlessly.
"Fuck baby," he groaned as he kept hitting the right spot. "missed this pussy so much."
"Jackie," you moaned.
"Oh, you like that?" He whispered in your ear, your pussy clenching around his dick, earning a groan for him.
His thrusts became harder and deeper. His mean cock slamming against your tight hole, making you throw your head back in pleasure as you arched your back.
“Such a good girl fo’ me, missed you so much mama,” he pressed his hand against your stomach.
“Jackie, fuck. I’m gonna—” you whimpered as you came, wrapping your legs around his hips, your limbs shaking in the process. “Fuck, I won’t last longer.” His thrusts became sloppier. “Where do you want it?” He played with your sensitive bud, overstimulating you some more.
“Inside, please,” you whined, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He kept slamming his hips into you before he came, “Fuck, fuck, I love you.” He filled you up to the brim as he let out an animalistic groan.
As he came down from his high, he noticed the way your eyes widened.
"You said you loved me!" you exclaimed, pointing at him as you tried to catch your breath. "Girl, you knew this before I even had to say it." He playfully rolled his eyes, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"Yeah but, I didn't expect to hear it after you fucked me dumb."
"Shut up."
MARLON JACKSON— You and Marlon were play fighting in his room—not the cute, gentle kind of teasing, but actual wrestling, rough enough to be a challenge while still careful not to hurt each other. After a while, he managed to pin you down, holding your wrists in place as his free hand hovered threateningly near your sides.
"Marlon David Jackson, I swear to God," you warned, squirming beneath him.
"What are you going to do, pretty girl?" he asked with a smirk.
"Nothing, but please don't tickle me." You batted your eyelashes at him, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to convince him.
"Great attempt, but no." He kissed your forehead. "I love you, though."
Your heart fluttered for a moment at the confession before Marlon's fingers attacked your sides, making you squeal and burst into giggles as you tried to escape his grasp.
"Pause!" you said, causing him to stop his attack. "Yes?" He looked down at you, waiting. "I love you too." You smiled.
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down to kiss your forehead before immediately returning to his mission.
"MARLON!" you shouted, laughing as he continued tickling you.
TITO JACKSON— Tito wasn't very good at talking about his feelings out loud. So what a better way to confess his love for you with a song?
He worked on it for a week. The lyrics came easily because loving you was easy—the best thing he had ever done. But what made it even more special was that you made him feel like being loved by you was just as effortless.
Then he worked on the tune, perfecting it with his guitar before finally working up the courage to go to your house with the rewritten and perfected version of the song for you to keep.
When he sang the song, it brought tears to your eyes. Never had anyone made you feel so special, and you loved your Tito to pieces.
"Tito... what is all this?"
"I love you, honey, and I couldn't wait to tell you."
"So... you wrote me a song?"
"Mhm." He smiled proudly.
"God, I love you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a tender kiss to your boyfriend's lips.
it's cold, awfully cold when you arrive at the southern pole.
still in your wedding gown, light blue fabric wrapped around your body, faint jingles ringing with each step.
walking beside your husband, you rubbed your hands together, trying to prevent the warmth from seeping out.
sokka looked over and chuckled, hauling your luggage with ease, "It'll be warmer inside." puff of air surrounding his face, as he effortlessly walked towards the glacial house.
his fur coat barely did anything to hide his bulk, silhouette of his muscles visible through the coat, thick and straining against the weight of the luggage.
you averted your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the path inside.
once inside, you immediately relaxed, feeling a bit warmer, gaze drifting from one corner to another, looking through his space, now yours too.
"alma set everything up." he set the luggage down, turning around to close the door.
you recognised the name alma, the old lady that officiated your wedding, speaking of her, "where is she? it seemed a bit quiet out there." you stepped aside, letting him pick up the luggage again.
"they're preparing for the celebration." he beckoned you forward, head tilting towards the inner rooms, "welcoming cheftain's wife."
you nodded your head, eyes lingering on the thick mattress as you stepped into the bedroom, dark wooden pillars on each corner, dense curtains tied to them.
"are these for the cold?" you asked, reaching up for the curtains, feeling the thick texture between your fingers, "it's damask is good for insulation."
sokka looked at you, gaze remaining on your hands, "we don't—they serve a different purpose." he stammered, before ducking his head lower and hastily walking towards the wooden closet, depositing your personal belongings by it.
you didn't question him further, settling on the bed as he handed you a blanket, watching him meticulously organise your new home.
"so, how do you manage to stay warm then?" you chimed curiously, cocooned in thick woollen blanket, arms wrapped around your torso.
sokka glanced your way, eyes dipping lower for a fraction before they rose back up, meeting yours for a fleeting moment, "I'll show you, someday." mumbling, he went back to unpacking your luggage, tip of his ears rosy as he avoided your eyes.
the answer registered too soon, warmth blooming in your belly at the implications, suddenly you weren't as cold anymore.
SUMMARY: damian struggles to paint anything but you
warnings: fluff, crack, gn!reader, friends-to-lovers, artist!reader, university!au but it's barely mentioned in this part, jason is featuredddd, dami is so awkward but it's cute, 100% OOC but idc, kissing, arabic is done using google translate so apologies for any mistakes, not proofread
wc: 2.2k
a continuation of this post!
This whole painting thing is not going well for Damian.
It's not that he's bad at it—he wouldn't let that happen. He's quite skilled with the slick oil pastels and the milky watercolors.
The only problem is that he can't stop painting you.
He tries to sit outside and paint the scenery of sprawling hills. He has Tim sit down and tries to paint him. But none of it works out, because he's only satisfied with what's on the canvas if it's your beautiful face.
It takes him a couple of weeks to come to terms with the fact that he only enjoys art if he gets to draw you. Once he does, he doesn't leave his easle for hours on end, determined to perfect a portrait and gift it to you.
His tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth in concentration as he dabs the white pastel ever so slightly against the canvas, attempting to mimic the lovely glimmer that's always in your eyes. He spends 20 minutes mixing his paints until your lips are the exactly correct shade. He does this all from raw memory.
After 3 weeks and 2 days, Damian's prized portrait is done. He holds it up in front of himself, eyes darting proudly over his work. There in the canvas you stand in a sprawling field of your favorite flowers, your clothes and hair flowing in the wind as you smile brightly. The sun highlights every curve and angle on your pretty face, making you glow like some ethereal being. Which, to Damian, you are.
He nods in satisfaction, setting the canvas down on his desk. He adds a little signature in the bottom right corner, denoting the date and boldly adding a little heart.
Now there's just one thing he has to do.
"Todd," he barks, a determined scowl on his lips. "I need you to take me to the store."
Jason rolls himself out from under the Batmobile, wiping his grease-stained hands on his jeans. "The craft store again, kid?"
He shakes his head. "Well…yes, but we'll need to stop at the grocery store first. I require a gift bag and…flowers."
Jason breaks out into a grin. "Baby bird's got a date?"
"I've no such thing," Damian snaps. "I'd merely like to deliver them a present. With complementary flowers."
Jason shakes his head in fond amusement. "Yeah, I'll take you, bud. Give me five minutes."
Damian nods. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The ride on the back of Jason's bike was…unpleasant, to say the least. But it's all Jason would agree to take to drive Damian around, so it'd have to do.
He pulls his helmet off, shaking out his dark hair. "I hate this death machine," he mutters snottily. "It messes up my hair and makes me feel like I'm coming within an inch of my life."
"You're still alive, though, aren't ya?" Jason counters, removing his own helmet and placing it atop the bike.
Damian scoffs. "Barely, Todd." He pauses briefly, looking at Jason expectantly. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Where is my money?" Damian asks.
Jason laughs. "I never promised you money, Dames. I promised you a ride."
Damian's nose turns up. "Well, it's part of the package deal. I also need money for the bag and flowers." He holds a single hand out. "Pay up, Todd."
With a dramatic eye roll, Jason whips out his wallet and fishes for a $10 bill. Just before the paper can touch Damian's palm, he yanks it away.
"That is dirty," he grumbles. "And nobody uses cash anymore. Give me your card."
Instantly, Jason shakes his head.
"I won't drain your account," Damian insists. "I swear on…on Batcow that I'll only buy the 2 things I promised."
Jason looks at him. "I'm taking all your damn animals if you lie to me."
"C'mon, Jason," Damian groans. "Card."
The moment the heavy rectangle lands in Damian's awaiting hand, he's off. His strides are long and determined as he enters the grocery store, headed straight to wear the gift bags are.
"Hmm…" He rubs his chin. "Pink, white, blue, or…"
A grin spreads over Damian's face. "Green. Yes, green it is." He yanks the green bag off the rack. His color for his lover.
Next stop: flowers.
Damian makes his way to the floral section, feeling overwhelmed by all the choices. However, he knows exactly which type is your favorite, and he darts to those. This time, he opts for a simple yellow flower. A bright, radiant color for someone as glowing as you.
As promised, Damian exits the store bearing only a gift bag and flowers. He flicks the card back at Jason, who catches it lazily while leant against his bike.
"I told you I'd be good," Damian humphs. He bags the painting and fastens his helmet. "Let's go. And don't go so fast this time; I don't want the flowers to be ruined."
Jason looks up from his phone. "When're you just gonna admit you're in love with them, man?"
Damian blanches. "Nonsense."
"Ohhh, you're so in love," his brother insists. "Who else have you painted for and bought flowers for?"
"…Nobody."
"Exactly. Okay, maybe it's not love, but you've definitely got the hots for them, Dames."
He scowls. "Do not call it 'the hots.' That sounds scandalous."
Jason chuckles, shaking his head in amusement and putting his own helmet on. "Whatever, kid. Are you ready to go?"
The ride to The Happy Loom is slow and steady, as promised. The moment the bike is parked, Damian is frantically looking over the flowers to check for any damage. "Good job, Todd. The flowers are untouched."
"It's practically criminal to go below 50 on a bike this nice, dude," Jason scoffs, shaking out his hair. "Jesus, the things I do for you."
Damians eyes roll as he brushes down his shirt, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he sighs. "You don't have to wait up. I'll probably be a while."
"You can walk yourself home. It's not far, only like…4 blocks away."
He nods. "I suppose I will walk home," he concludes, pausing. "…Thank you for the ride, Jay."
Jason laughs. "Anytime, sap," he says. "Go on, go inside. Are you sure they’ll even be there? The door says they closed at 6."
Damian resists the urge to roll his eyes again, walking himself toward your store. "They always wait for me. It'll be open, don't worry."
The overhead bell chimes softly upon his entry, and he watches enamored as your gaze darts up to greet him. His hands remain behind his back, your flowers and gift hidden from sight.
"Dami, hi!" you chirp sweetly, shutting your phone off. "I was wondering when you'd make your daily appearance. How are you?"
Fuck, you're so sweet. His heart seizes violently in his chest as his eyes dart over your face. It takes him a bit to snap back to reality, shaking his head softly. "Hi, hayati. I'm well, you?"
"What's that mean?"
"What?"
"What you just called me," you clarify. "Because I know that wasn't my name," you chuckle.
Damian blanches. Well, shit, he fucked up. What kind of idiot calls someone they barely know that they're totally in love with their life? "Ah, it's just an Arabic, uh, term," he stutters for an explanation. "Disregard that. I brought you something."
Your smile is so bright as you watch him approach you at the counter. "Oooh, a present. For me?" you giggle. "I'm flattered, Mr. Wayne."
His lips quirk up ever so slightly. "Yes, for you," he confirms. "First, I have these."
Your lips part in awe as he holds out the big bouquet to you. The golden yellow color of the petals is insanely beautiful, and oh, he knew exactly what your favorites were.
"Dami," you sigh, gently taking the flowers from his grasp and giving them a sniff. "Oh, they're gorgeous. I love them, thank you!"
He nods, a full blown smile adorning his lips now. "You're welcome. But that's not all."
The small, surprised 'oh' you let out is so precious, Damian wants to leap right over this counter and kiss you senseless.
Wait, what? His brows furrow, as if shocked by his own thoughts. What has gotten into him?
"Yeah, 'oh,'" he chuckles, pulling the bag out from behind his back. "I…I made you something."
Your eyes glimmer with gratitude and excitement. "With your pastels?" you query instantly.
"Ah, hayati, you've caught onto me," he tsks. "Here you are. Open it."
Your fingers brush his as you accept the bag, and a violent spark erupts within you. The feel of his warm skin against yours—even for just a fleeting second—is otherworldy. It wracks your entire body, making you feel like energy is radiating off you in waves.
"One day, Dami, you're going to tell me what 'hayati' means," you tease warmly. "Making up names for me without even explaining them? Not gonna fly, mister."
He smiles. "Would you just open your present?" he persists.
With a playful eye roll, your fingers take hold of the item in the bag, gently pulling it out. He knows the precise moment you register what he painted, because your eyes widen and your lips part. "Wow, Dami…"
"You like?"
"It's so beautiful," you say breathily, brushing your fingers against the intricate painting. "Oh, there's so much detail! Damian," your gaze meets his, glassy and appreciative. "I love it."
And I love you, he thinks, though he shoves the thought away almost as quickly as it came. "I'm glad."
"You got my eyes perfect," you say, thumb brushing over the irises of oil pastel-you. "And my flowers…you even put my flowers in the painting!"
"I spent 3 weeks on it," he informs you, stuffing his suddenly-shaky hands into his pockets. "I…I wanted it to be perfect for you, beloved."
You smile. "I'm beloved now, hm?"
He freezes. "I— uh… I didn't mean to say tha—"
"—Shhh," your pointer finger grazes his plush lips, shutting him up immediately. "It's okay. I didn't mind. It's a sweet name."
"It suits you," he murmurs against your finger. Your hand leaves his mouth to cup his cheek. He lets out a soft, hitched breath.
He whispers your name. "Please…"
Slowly, so painfully slowly, your lips inch closer and closer to his. Until finally, you're just close enough that he can dip down and press his mouth to yours.
The kiss is soft and slow, and as Damian's hand finds its spot on your neck, you're glad you stayed 10 minutes after closing. You knew Damian wouldn't miss one of his daily pop ins, but you never expected this one to end this way.
He breaths softly into your mouth, pulling you closer by a hand on the small of your back. You go happily, your chest pressed to his own. After a bit, he's the one to pull away first, but he doesn't go far. His forehead rests against yours.
"Ya qalbi," he sighs softly. "I've wanted to do that for so long."
You smile. "Me too," you admit. "Every time you've come in here, even after you left, you were all I could think about…"
His thumb brushes over your carotid, the clear sign of life soothing him in ways he never expected. "I only come in here for you, y'know."
Your eyes dart back to his painting. "Well, looks like you've gotten pretty good at it."
"Only when I'm drawing you."
You blink. "What?"
He turns your head softly, forcing your gaze back to his. "I tried to draw a landscape. I tried to draw my pets. Hell, I tried to draw my brother. I was only satisfied with the outcome when it was you I was using as my muse."
"Dami…" you whisper. "I lo…" The words are lost to the wind, breathy and quiet.
"I know," he nods. "Uhibuk aydan. More than you'll ever know, yeah?"
You nod. "How did we get here?" you ask suddenly.
He chuckles. "Oh, beloved. I have no idea," he says, standing up to his full height and removing his hand from your neck. "I've no complaints, though."
"Me neither. I've gotten a damn good biochem partner out of this," you tease, giggling.
"Tt. Brat," he tsks, but the smile on his face betrays him. "Let me take you out tomorrow," he asks suddenly.
"Where to?"
"What do you like?"
"Hm… Italian."
He nods. "Very well, then we will get Italian tomorrow at 8. Okay?"
You grin. "Sooo, we have a date tomorrow, then?"
"Yes, hayati, we have a date," he murmurs, ducking to kiss your lips once more.
"And since you're oh so curious," Kiss. "Hayati means 'my life,'" Kiss. "And qalbi means 'my heart,'" Kiss. "And uhibuk aydan means 'I love you, too.'"
Your smile grows with every fleeting peck he presses against your mouth. "You'll have to teach me more," you hum, hands finding his wrists and bringing his hands to your cheeks.
He hums in agreement. "Very well. Your first lesson will be over dinner tomorrow."
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, AgedUp!Damian Wayne.
Warnings: Smut, kissing, graphic, it revolves around sex so like
MINORS, DO NOTTT INTERACT!!!!!!
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Dick Grayson
⟢ Dick Grayson will try anything you want him to, but his favorite will always be missionary. He likes to see your face and what he’s doing to you. He likes being able to lean down and kiss your neck, or your face, and slide his mouth down and eat like it’s his last meal. He likes control and certainty, and missionary provides him both of those things.
Jason Todd
☆┇Jason likes a mating press. He likes to bend you to impossible angels, driving himself into you so deep that his tip touches the tip of your cervix. He likes when he hits a new spot, seeing the astonishment on your face. He likes your ankles on his shoulders, feet crossed behind his head.
☆┇Jason also likes doggy style. He likes being able to grip your hips and make you scream into your pillow. He also likes having close access to your plush ass, and being able to grab and smack it easily.
Tim Drake
⪼ Tim likes to fuck you in the spooning position. Most of the time you guys are cuddling before getting all worked up, so it feels best to stay in that position. Sometimes, he’ll flip you over to be between your legs, just to finish you off.
⪼Tim is also a fan of riding. He likes to lay back, letting you pleasure yourself. Sometimes he’ll use his hands, sometimes he won’t. Sometimes you’ll make him beg for it before you actually start to move.
Damian Wayne (aged up ofc)
» Damian genuinely doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes to do whatever you want him to do. Doggy? Cowgirl? Missionary? He’s got it. He gets so caught up in trying to pleasure you that he doesn’t really think about what he likes the most.
» One night, you beg for him to just…take control and do whatever he likes to do. He ended up fucking you on the edge of the bed. He also bent you over the bathroom counter. He also put your knees over his shoulders. He lost himself, something he’s never done before. It was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you.
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OK THATS IT I WAS JUST REALLLYYYYYY BORED AND LMK IF YOU WANT A PART TWO AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE START LEAVING REQUESTS EVEN IF ITS NOT FOR WRITING EVEN IF ITS JUST LITTLE COMMENTS AND STUFF YAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAA
also would anyone be interested in me starting a pinterest or tiktok account? i have a discord going but there’s literally nobody in it lmfao
nsfw tw 𝜗ৎ — Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Aged up Damian Wayne. / English isn’t my first language, I use grammar checkers to translate. Some stuff might sound weird, sorry!
BRUCE WAYNE ✸
For Bruce Wayne, touching the sky with his hands is the same as having you on your knees in front of him. He’s not the type who goes for fast or messy; he wraps his fist firmly around your hair and lets you take all the time you need. He loves feeling your hot tongue tracing every vein of his cock with pure devotion, like you’ve got all the time in the world and want to spend every second of it worshipping him.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and Bruce would love to see yours—huge and glassy, spilling tears because he’s too big and you’re not sure you can take it all. His deep, rough voice would brush against your ear as he murmurs: “Fuck… such a good girl. Look at you, so pretty on your knees, lips stretched around my cock like you were made for this. Taking me so deep… so fucking well. My perfect, obedient girl. That’s it… just like that.”
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DICK GRAYSON ✸
Dick Grayson learned a ton of things from his dad Bruce, but patience was never on that long list. He’s way too needy, way too desperate. He was already rock hard just from seeing you on your knees in front of him, but the second your lips brushed the tip, he completely lost it.
Still, he doesn’t want to be invasive or force you. But once you take him into your mouth and start actually sucking, the feeling hits him so hard that his hips move on their own, thrusting forward with the clear intention of making you take him all the way to the base. He moans and bites down on his lower lip in a way that’s so perfect, so broken, that it’s easy for you to start dripping like a broken faucet onto the floor of his apartment.
“Fuck, baby…” His voice comes out in little whimpers, no attempt to hold anything back. Dick is loud—shamelessly loud. “Fuck—fuck, baby… your mouth feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fill that pretty little throat of yours until it’s overflowing. God, I love you so much… don’t you dare stop. Keep sucking me just like that—deeper, yeah, just like that… take every drop.”
JASON TODD ✸
Jason is obsessed with watching your lips wrapped around his cock. Not soft and gentle… that doesn’t suit him at all. If you decided to suck him off, it means you’re gonna let him fuck your damn face until you’re crying because it’s too much and you can’t take it anymore.
He grabs your head with both hands and pushes you down until the tip hits the back of your throat. He’s not forcing you into anything; he knows perfectly well that you love it like this, and he just goes along with your intense likes because he’s such an excellent boyfriend, obviously. He loves the feeling of stuffing your mouth completely full, of turning you into a wreck of spit, tears and desperate gasps.
“Come on, princess. You told me you could take it.” He teases, wearing that shit-eating grin. “And now look at you… choking on a real cock like a pathetic little thing. Such a good girl, aren’t you? So fucking good that you can’t even deepthroat without gagging and tearing up. You disappoint me. I expected more from my pretty girl. But it doesn’t matter. Keep trying. You still look so goddamn pretty with your lips stretched around me, drooling and struggling.”
TIM DRAKE ✸
I feel like Tim enjoys eating you out way more than letting you suck him off. Not that he doesn’t love it when you do it, of course he does, but he admits, a little embarrassed, that what really drives him crazy is when you suck his cock and eat his ass at the same time, until he ends up sitting on your face.
The way your tongue fucks his tight hole while you pump his cock at full speed with both hands makes him see stars. That wet, hot sound of your tongue curling against his prostate is enough to bring tears of pure pleasure to his eyes. He wants to bury himself deeper into your mouth, gripping the pillows with brutal force just so he doesn’t lose his balance.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he moans, biting down on his lower lip, eyes so glassy he can barely see through the tears. “Yes, yes, just like that, baby—don’t you dare stop. God, sweetheart, your tongue is a goddamn miracle, so wet and filthy and perfect. You’re gonna make me lose it—oh my God, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking cum… ah—ah—ah—“
DAMIAN WAYNE ✸
Damian isn’t some pathetic, desperate guy. On the contrary, he’s a die-hard fanatic of pure, absolute devotion—the kind where he’s the master and you’re there solely to serve him. He’s the type who’d tie your hands behind your back with a tie or a silk scarf, leaving only your mouth at his complete disposal.
He’d let you braid your hair long just so he could pull it forward and back, controlling the exact rhythm with which he wants you to obey. He’s not a sadist: he lets you take him all the way to the back of your throat, but he pulls back the second he notices you’re truly choking and can’t take any more.
“That’s how I like it, beloved,” he murmurs softly near your ear. “Take me deeper. Make me feel how good you are at serving me, and I’ll give you exactly what a perfect little servant deserves. But if you fail me…You won’t sit for a week. I’ll make sure every mark I leave burns until you’re sobbing and begging me to stop.”
summary: an unexpected guest finds you during your shower..?
warnings: fluff, est. relationship, they’re both sappy af, arachnophobia (?), use of pet names (hayati, habibti, beloved), v short
A thud. A scream. A bang.
Is what Damian Wayne heard coming from the bathroom which you were occupying.
His heart jumped, as did he off of the couch as he ran over to the bathroom door. He quickly turned the handle, wasting no time before barging into the steamy bathroom.
He saw you, eyes wide, skin still damp from the shower as you shakily held onto the towel around your body.
“Hayati, what happened?” He said, hurrying over to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, trying to calm your clearly stressed form.
“Damian!” Your arms flew around him. No, not in a hug, but in an attempt to run behind him and hide.
He caught your wrist before you could head to the door.
“What are you doing?” His eyes were filled with confusion, even more so concern.
“Dami! There’s a spider in the shower!” You said with a twinge of mortification in your voice.
Damian stared at you for a moment before letting you go, his expression deadpanned.
“A…spider, habibti?”
You groaned, “Yes! A spider! Oh- don’t look at me like that, I’m not crazy!”
He couldn’t help it as a grin tugged up on his lips. “Now when did I say that, hayati? Come on, I’ll get it for you.” Damian turned around, making his way over to the shower as he pulled the glass door open.
You huffed and crossed your arms as he examined the marble tiles for any chance of an arachnid. That’s when he saw the small 8-legged creature hovering right above the shower head.
He stared at it. It stared back at him. It’s many eyes blinking at the tall specimen in front of him. Damian sighed as he reached his hands out, clasping the spider into his hands.
You watched as he turned back from the shower, eyes wandering up to yours while his palms guarded the bug. They were dangerously close to each other, threatening the spider with a fate he couldn’t possibly escape.
You stared at his palms with your eyes wide open, tracing every little twitch in his fingers. Like if you looked away even for a second it would find a way onto your skin.
“Shall I throw it away?” He tilted his head lightly.
Your eyes flew to his face as you shook your head repeatedly. “No. Don’t kill it.”
Damian raised an eyebrow, yet he knew what he had to do. He carefullly walked past you and out of the bathroom before arriving at the tall window that lead to your balcony.
The window was skilfully opened by his elbow as Damian stepped out into the cold air. His bare feet met the chilling tiles and a shiver ran up his spine.
He crouched down in front of one of the plants, placing the small arachnid on a rustling leaf.
You watched the whole scene unravel from inside of the apartment, an awestruck expression forming on your face. Damian walked back into the warm apartment when he noticed you.
“What is it belov-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentences as you enveloped him in a long hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“You’re so sweet, Dami.” you sapped into his collarbone. “Love you.”
He chuckled, “All of this just because I got rid of a spider?”
You didn’t answer, just sighed further into his skin.
Damian smiled, “Love you too.” His fingers crept behind your neck, swiping a line of bubbles your body wash had left over.
“But you should get back into the shower.” He whispered and you nodded, letting him go almost hesitantly.
Damian looked around the now empty living room as he heard the shower turn back on. His eyes trailed over the wet droplets you had left on the floor from all the scurrying you did while you were still dripping wet.
He just sighed and trotted over to the kitchen to grab a mop.
a/n: idk I feel like Damian can be such a loverboy when he gets close enough to someone😙
Thinking about ghost and gaz who, due to trauma and personal reasons, are both strictly tops, right?
Usually they make it work. Toys, mutual masturbation, jerking eachother off. Sure, with the random libido spikes it's a challenge, but nothing two SAS soldiers can't handle.
Sometimes, though, that craving for a nice warm hole to fuck just gets to be too much. Which leads to a pair of the hottest men you've seen hanging around the back of your local bar.
This is a practiced song and dance for them. Ghost far more particular about partner but lacking the social finesse, he points to people he wants and let's gaz do the rest.
Really, kyle has you the moment he leaned one shoulder against the wall, semi-caging you in with that warm smile. The heated kiss was just a bonus on top.
You'll only make the connection that they're married when kyle pulls ghost in for a kiss over your body. The fat underside of his cock rubbing over your tongue, ghost's cock buried deep in your hole.
You twist, desperate to see them, to soak in that genuine love you only receive fractions of. It's wet and messy, the scars on ghosts face dripping more spit onto your back than anything. But kyle only presses further, moaning against his husbands skin.
Afterwards, when you feel like your joints may give out and at least ten percent of your weight is cum, they'll pull you in between them with a content sigh. You'll drift off to bed between two lovers without feeling like a brick wall.
In the kitchen, far before you wake, you'll miss the conversation ghost and gaz have about a more permanent third.
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