cw: age difference, age play, oral s*x, older bf König w/ inexperienced reader, fi*gering, v*ginal s*x.
At first, you were nervous about having an older boyfriend. You've just never dated anyone who was twenty years older than you... König was in his 40's. But then again, all the other people your age seemed immature. You've been dumped for not being enough, for not letting people use you like they wanted. But also, when the time finally came, they didn't ever know what they were doing, and just fucked. There was no pleasure for you, they were focused on themselves. And they never gave you any aftercare, either. It was always just "hey guys I have a girlfriend" that they pretended to care about.
Although König was older, he was also different from the rest of the guys you've met. He was gentler, and focused on your pleasure just as much as his own. He enjoyed things, taking it slow. Plus, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to hit you in all the right spots. The way he knew the different ways of pleasuring the both of you. You didn't even know that you could cum by him just using his tongue. He knew all the right places to lick and suck your clit and between your folds, he knew just the right way to curl his fingers and hit that right spot inside your spongy, wet cervix. When he was intimate with you like this, including when he would slide his cock inside you, he always made sure to stop and passionately kiss you. He would always take the time to cherish the other parts of your body, gently squeezing your breasts while he used his tongue on you or fucked you.
He was even patient with how inexperienced you were with pleasuring a man. He was gentle and guided you, teaching how to give him a handjob and all the right places to hit. "Jetzt, just rub your hands along the tip... Ja, just like that... Oh, that feels amazing, meine liebe..." He would encourage you. He would even make you take your time with him. There would be times where you'd stroke him too fast too soon. "Nein.. there's no rush, liebe... Go slower..." He would say.
Even when you eventually started learning how to give him a proper blowjob, he would feel you choking on his thick cock from you trying to force your way deeper. "Take your time.. don't force it, meine liebe... You're doing so well.." König liked to savor these moments and enjoy his time with you. That's what made you love him so much. He was just so caring and gentle with you.
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paring! college!peter parker x fem!reader
w/c! 5k
summary! u get ditched at a volunteering
event and pete lets you borrow his phone.
warnings! peter is a flirtatious idiot, reader is
also a flirtatious idiot, idiots in love, height
diff, communication is hard, so angst but they
kiss n make up, cursing, anxiety attack, y/n
used multiple times, teeth rotting fluff
a/n! this is a over a YEAR old 😭😭. and i
distinctly rmr only listening to 'cowboy like me'
by ts while writing this so it's also kind of
based off that?? hope u enjoy!
This night was going just perfect so far. My friends ditched me for some bad-boy brewery intern and now I'm stuck in this devoid volunteer tent as it pours down rain. The water splashes from the puddles onto my sneakers, slowly but surely drenching my socks.
I look down at my hands and begin to anxiously click the power button of my phone over and over, praying that I would access some emergency battery life. It didn't even turn on to tell me to charge it.
'This is pathetic,' I thought, as I let my face fall into my hands. 'This night is forming into the shittest hang-out, like ever.' I turn and eye one of the only open tents left on an old tennis court with a big white sign stapled to the top of one of the entrances. It reads, "Come Volunteers! Farm Richmond Invites You!" I shake my head, 'I like farm animals, but not that much.'
I continue to scan the nearby stands to find someone, anyone, that can let me just call my mom to come to pick me up. All of the employees and unpaid interns are quickly packing up their tents, almost buzzing with the excitement of kicking their legs up in their recliners and popping open a warm, cheap beer. That's all divorcee fathers and poor college students do, anyways.
I shake out the tension in my shoulders just for a moment and relax into the pole behind me, relieving the aching in my feet from these cheap sneakers. My gaze falls to the volunteer tent beside the one I'm shivering underneath. All I see are people laughing, smiling, and holding each other like they've known each other for years. One has bright pink hair, you can tell it was bleached from the pure volume. Another has long, brown hair that grazes her hips. One boy has green and black hair, I'm sure it was professionally done. I finally tear my gaze from the jolly people, trying one last time to turn on my phone.
"Fuck!" I mutter, shoving my phone back into my back pocket. I ball my fists and shove them into my jacket pockets, the cold and terrible circumstances giving me miserable goosebumps. Thoughts race through my head; 'Oh my god, I'm helpless,' 'What if I get kidnapped?' Tears well up in my eyes as I fear that I would end up sleeping on a bench or in a diner's parking lot. If I didn't ask anyone for their phone now, I would be left alone here.
I brush the hair out of my face and notice the feelings of my nails digging into my palms, attempting to distract myself from my approaching footsteps to the farm tent. The rain was beating against my back as I rushed to the tent for cover, goosebumps revenging my skin as I sneak underneath it. A shaken breath tumbles out of me as I slid the soaked fabric off my shoulders. There's wet stains on my shirt from where my jacket thinned. I hang my jacket on my arm and turn to approach the staff. They're talking to the last upcoming college freshman here, already getting ready to pack up and leave. I can't blame them.
"Hello?" I call, catching the middle-aged woman's attention. The student walked away and I nearly jumped to the desk, desperate to go home. "Hi, um, I'm sorry," I began, laughing softly before clearing my throat. The woman smiles up at me as care and patience melt into her eyes. A smile snuck its way out of me before I spoke again.
"I need to borrow a phone. It's a long story, but my friends ditched me, and my phone has been dead for hours." I almost folded into myself from the embarrassment, especially when the other employee (a lovely boy with brown hair and brown eyes), looked right into my eyes as if he knew that'd make me crumble.
I look terrible right now. My clothes are stuck to my body with rain water and sweat, my hair is shiny and flat to my scalp, and I just reek of rubbing alcohol. 'This is totally what I get for not checking the weather app,' I thought, 'or Tinder, I guess.'
The boy smiled at me, fiddling with the broomstick in his hands as he looked between his coworker and the stranger begging for a cellular device. "Uh, I can get my phone out of my car." He practically mutters to us, playing with the broomstick as he waited for an answer. Not being entirely thrilled by the idea of following a random man to his car, I needed to make sure I stayed In this tent with somebody.
"Ay, It's dark out there..." The woman says, gently shaking her head. My heart drops to my stomach as I begin to wonder if she will even let him look for it. "You'll need someone to come with you." If my heart could sink deeper, it did. Everything was not going as I planned.
"You don't have to come with me," he says, starting to put the cleaning supplies away where they belong and eyeing the nearby area for something. "I'll be fine on my own."
The woman clicks her tongue, pointing her finger in the air. "¡No, no, chico! Take the girl." The boy sighed dramatically, like any teenage boy would, as he ducked under the desk and pulled out a set of car keys. He gave me a 'Sorry' look before he turned back to the woman and stood up straight.
"Pero, la pobre niña, Sandra." The words slipped off his tongue so naturally that I barely noticed how close his hands were when he gestured toward me. I couldn't understand a single word but I assume he was trying to advocate for my safety.
She shook her head gently, "No eres un chico malo, Peter, ustedes estarán bien." He rolled his eyes and stopped looking at her, silently declaring defeat. His stare lands on me once again and it feels like my skin sets aflame. Attractive bilingual men will do that to you.
"You don't have to do this, by the way." He scratches the back of his neck and frowns, visually uncomfortable from whatever just happened. I stare at him blankly as I try to revise the Spanish I just heard to find a name, not really taking in the current conversation.
He snickers before waving a hand in front of my face. I blink quickly before pushing his hand away, smiling softly. "It's okay, ...Peter?" My voice was hesitant as I pray I guessed his name correctly. By the goofy smile on his face, I think I did.
"You caught my name, huh?" Peter grins as he turns away, heading towards the parking lot not far out. I quickly follow behind, playing with the loose strings on my hoaxes of jean pockets as we walk together. I glance up at the sky and notice the fact that there's no clouds and that the rain has left as fast as it came. 'This reeks of teenage romcom,' I thought.
I look up at him and notice how the moon shines against his skin. My words are almost lodged into my throat before I'm able to enunciate them. "I'm, uh, sneaky like that." He gives me a pitied laugh as we get closer and closer to his car. I begin to scan the vehicles as I wonder which one is his before a 2006 Hyundai Elantra begins to blare its sirens. Peter is able to silence it before my ears explode. Peter smiles back at me before he pops open the backseat door, throwing himself inside. He quickly digs through his belongings to find his phone. I hear metal and plastic being tossed around the backseat before I hear, "Aha!" Peter pulls out a beat-up iPhone X and hands it to me, the device unlocking automatically. 'No passcode, maybe he's unsecretive?' I thought, searching through the phone for the dial button.
I type in my mother's phone number as fast as I possibly can, my fingers shaking at the thought of hearing her voice. I turn away from Peter as the phone rings, wanting a little privacy for this. My mother answers and I almost end up bawling right there. "Hello! L/N speaking," I shove my sniffles down as I try to speak, praying not to sound like a toddler to my brown ass mother. "Hey, Mom," my voice breaks and I nearly cave through the Earth there and then.
"Do you remember that volunteering event you made me go to?" I cross my arms, keeping my hand on my ear for the phone, and begin to pace slightly. I bite on my lip as I wait for her to reply. After a moment, I hear a quiet, "Yes?" I grip the fabric of my shirt as I prepare myself for utter humiliation.
"I got ditched." My voice goes weak and my eyes get watery. I pray that Peter wasn't being nosy or wasn't as close as I fear he was, I don't want to cry in some random boy's arms. "I went to get drinks and..." I bit my lip so hard it probably began spilling blood. "They left with some asshole college boy," I kick the mud so hard it goes airborne and lands on my jeans, making this officially the worst night to ever be. "They didn't even tell me, I only found out 'cause he drove by the corn dog stand I was ordering at. I almost died right there, Mom." My words began to break and crack, tears slipping down my face. I pathetically wiped them away with the bottom of my shirt as I continued to dig my teeth into my bottom lip.
"Do you need me to come get you?" Those words sounded like a blessing, warmth washing over my body. "Yes, please..." I whimpered, quickly hanging up the call and cleaning myself up before handing the phone back to Peter. He gave me a sorrowful look.
'He definitely heard,' I thought, 'he definitely thinks you're a baby.' I smile awkwardly before turning back towards the tent, waiting for him to stand next to me before I began walking. I could see his anxious glances in my peripheral as we make our way to the tent. 'He most definitely heard,' my brain repeated; It's almost like it wants me to suffer. I brush my fingers through my hair, hoping to alleviate any tension there. It failed.
As we inched towards the tent, he grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Hey," he began, quickly letting go of my arm once he realize what it looked like. "Sorry for that..." he muttered, eyeing my arm as if to see if he left a mark or a stain. "Anyways, I wanted to know if you wanted to grab coffee later this week?"
The question made my heart rumble and my breath thin. 'Coffee? This week? What the fuck?' Maybe this wasn't the most appropriate reaction, but it was the only thing I could come up with other than staring at him in silence. I took in a deep, but shaken, breath before answering him.
"Um," I mumbled. 'Seriously? What the fuck?' That did not go to plan; take two.
"Sure." My voice sounded small and awkward, most definitely not helping the situation. His eyes filled with pity as he took a step back, probably thinking he made me uncomfortable or something.
He nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He always did that. "Sorry if that was too much," Peter apologized, looking away from me completely. "You just seem really cool!" He threw his arms in the air and fought the grin sneaking onto his face. "And I'm sorry, again, if it's an insult for me to assume what you're like as a person, I just..." His words trailed off after his stare met mine, probably noticing a piece of food stuck in my teeth.
I close my smile and punch his shoulder playfully. "It's okay, Pete." He looks down at me with a soft expression. "I'm down for coffee. My name is Y/N, by the way. And I dunno how you're gonna get my number though..." I joked, gesturing to my responseless phone. Without a word, Peter pulled out a ballpoint pen from his uniforms pocket and began to write his phone number on my forearm.
"Pete!" I yelp, fighting the giggles of surprise as he continues to scribble down his information onto my body. "One sec," he mumbles, his face inches away from my arm as he writes the last digit of his phone number.
"There ya go," he gleams, hiding the pen in a different uniform pocket as he admires his work. Half of it isn't even visible due to the low-quality ink and it'll probably seep into my veins and kill me. Anything for teenage boys.
"Jesus, Mom!" I exclaim, fighting laughs as she continues to tease me about Peter. She calls him the farm boy, constantly poking me about how much I like him. He's cute, that's for sure, but I'm not head over heels or anything. We've only been texting for a week, it's nothing serious yet. Plus, I'm not sure that he even knows we're "talking." Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't; maybe this is a "friend" coffee date, who knows?
My mom finally stops teasing me when we arrive at the coffee shop. It's a cozy place, it even has a cat or two running around. They're either strays or the owner's, as there's no advertisement for any cat-cafe-like thing. I would love to do a cat cafe with Peter...
"Y/N! He's staring at you!" My mother calls, forcefully throwing me out of my trance as I realize I've been spacing out while looking directly at Pete. I give him an embarrassing look before shuffling my things together and almost running out of the car. I can't fucking wait until my license is unsuspended so I don't have my mother as my personal chauffeur.
"Y/N, hey." My name falls off his tongue like honey and I hate it. Stupid teenage boys.
"Hey Pete," I mutter, looking up at him with a soft grin. "Sorry for the staring contest earlier, I was distracted." He only hums and grabs the sleeve of my shirt, dragging me to our table. Peter quickly takes his seat and impatiently waits for me to take mine, tapping his fingers against the table and clicking his tongue. A silly smile takes over my face as I slide into my seat, watching him as he explodes with the eagerness to know me more. It's an odd feeling to feel.
"What's your favorite color?" He beams, tapping his fingers vigorously now. "Blue..." I skeptically answered, watch as Peter grins and shoots another question at me, and then another. It never ends until he lets me quiz him.
I grin before "Dream job?" He chuckles, and I know he's about to boast about himself. "Scientist! Always was the smartest in my class." Peter points to his chest and grins, knowing his charm was the only thing saving him from a narcissistic kind of pride. I hummed, glancing down at my hands to come up with another question.
"Favorite person?" His face contorted into something confused before he understood, sighing as he was preparing for a hilarious joke. "It's hard to choose between my aunt May and you..." I furrowed my brows and stifled my laugh as he gave me the most dramatic and wannabe-romantic expression. Soon, I caved and began an unstoppable train of giggles from the both of us.
"That... was so corny, Peter," I shook my head as I continued to laugh at his stupid, stupid joke. "Your jokes are always... so silly." My breath interrupted my speech, along with sneaky additions of salty diner fries. "Silly?" He repeated, snickering at my vocabulary.
"I didn't wanna be mean!" I exclaim, laughs slipping from my lips every now and then. I hold my hands up in the air like I'm pleading my innocence and I earn a laugh out of him. "What word were you gonna use?" He mumbles, mostly muffled by the right fries in his mouth. I slip a handful into mine, chewing for a while before answering.
"I can't say," I mumble, toying with the fries in front of us. "It's too evil."
"I didn't know you had an evil side," he gave me a sly grin and I knew he was teasing me. I roll my eyes and toss the smallest fry I can find at him, giggles fighting their way out of me when I realize it landed into his shirt.
Peter gasped and then started violently shaking his shirt, terrified of whatever fell in. "What did you throw at me?" He (somehow) quietly yelped, continuing to fan out his shirt as he holds it far away from his chest. "A fry," I say, humming as he slowly relaxes.
"Not a spider, right?" He gives me a suspicious look and I grin.
"Not a spider."
Peter smiles so wide it could've torn in half as he spins me around his living room, humming my favorite song under his breath so, so softly. I whispered the lyrics to let him know I know about his secret sweet nothings. It's been roughly a month since we've met and he's still the corniest man I've ever known. He still tries to wow me with silly pickup lines and corny compliments, which is still impressive to me.
Peter spins me back into his arms, letting us peacefully rock side to side for all of eternity. "Oh, mi caracol..." he whispers, gently combing through my hair with his fingers. I only realize what he said after he began humming once again.
"Your snail?" I repeat, staring at him in disbelief. "Hey, hey!" He throws his hands up in the air and grins, still keeping me close without holding me there. "Think about it, it has meaning." Pete defends, but I shake my head.
"I'm not letting a dork call me a snail," I poke his chest and softly smirk, looking up at him with the purest eyes I could muster up. I see him cave as he brings his hands down and holds me against his chest again. I let myself melt into his touch as silence falls between us once again.
This was our routine. Corny, dorky cuddling, then romantic silences, and then teasing each other. I love it so, so much. We don't even have a name for ourselves yet, as to what we are. His friends think we're just dating as teenagers do, and mine think I'm gravely in love with him. They never listen to me.
"Hey, Y/N?" He mumbles into my hair, tapping my back gently. I hummed, sinking my head deeper into his chest as I let my eyes close. I anxiously wait for his question as he taps a beat into my spine, probably just as scared as I was.
He gently combed through my hair before speaking, almost as if he was trying to soothe my worries. "You're really important to me." I could barely decipher the words from how quiet they were, but heat rose to my cheeks as it clicked. 'Important? Really?' I thought, but not in an aggravated way. I'm the giddiest I could ever be about anything.
"I'm important to Peter Parker?" I whisper, hiding my expression in the center of his chest. I could feel him nod against my scalp as he held me even tighter, continuing to hum my favorite song.
Hell, it might even be his favorite too.
I'm laid on my back, arms stretched out like a starfish, and staring at the roof like it would stare back. It's been a few days since Peter's texted me. I'm not going insane, or anything, but I'm definitely worried. Even after 6 months of, whatever we are, he always told me if he was gonna get busy for a while. He probably just got caught up in work, or lost his phone, but there's also a possibility that he's beat up in some ditch.
I call his phone again and nothing.
'This is getting weird,' I thought. He never blows me off without reason. I decided to try to clear my mind of Peter because obsessing over where he is isn't going to make time go by any faster and most definitely isn't going to make him text me back. I look around my room for any unfinished hobbies I have laying around and the simplest one is painting. I take a deep breath and pick up the art supplies, moving to my back porch. The sconce gave a yellowish hue to my paints, not really helping me in this situation.
I pick up the biggest paintbrush I see and start melting black all over the canvas. I have no idea what I'm trying to make, much less how to professionally paint, I try my hardest and I think it turns out okay. I wonder if Peter will like it.
So much for that. I sigh and begin to clean up; dumping any extra paint into the water cup and double washing all my brushes so they don't go bad. Just as I'm about to pick up everything and go back inside, I hear something fly through the air and land not far from my porch. I freeze in place, staring at the last spot in the foliage I saw twitch. My eyes dart around the forest behind my house as the wind pushes the trees and bushes to the side. I don't see any aliens or any human beings, so it was probably an animal. A deadly animal.
But an animal nonetheless. So, I quickly shove everything inside and start to get dressed. I wear long, long jeans in case there are ticks and wear double socks. I'm not interested in getting blood-sucking parasites on my body just to save a bird. I slip on a thin long sleeve shirt that clings to my body, showing parts of me I like to keep hidden everywhere but home. I finally finish packing my makeshift hiking/get lost in the wilderness/abducted by aliens bag before I head out. I carefully choose which flashlight to bring, being very weary of battery life, so I bring my phone. 'It'll be enough,' I told myself. I don't think J was able to convince myself of it.
As soon as I entered the forest I was terrified that some murderer planned to lure me out there, or that some hungry panther is spying on me from above. Anything can be possible in NYC, I've learned. I continue to scan the trees and bushes and thin twigs on the ground for anybody of any kind. I've found numerous bone sites but no living, breathing animals. I was getting more paranoid by the second. It's like I could hear the panther slowly planning to pounce on me any second. I swear I saw a figure in the dark, but I could be going crazy.
I continue to lurk through the foliage until I reached a similar area to where the mystery landed. I eye the ground, the trees, even the lizards staring back at me for whatever could've hit the ground so hard. As I'm scanning the green leaves all around me with my phone flashlight, I see a glimpse of red, blue, and silver. I retract my steps and see him.
It's Peter, in some Spider-man get-up. Why the hell was he in my backyard, unconscious, while cosplaying a superhero? I knew the answer but I couldn't face it, not until he told me himself. I couldn't let myself jump to conclusions especially when the conclusion is my best friend-lover person being a fucking superhero.
I, slowly but surely, drag him out of the forest until we're back in the yellow-toned light of my back porch's sconce. He groaned and mumbled a few times while I dragged him through poison ivy and thorn bushes but I stayed strong. The double socks and long jeans did nothing, I still ended up with gigantic rashes and cuts on the side of my thighs. 'So fucking dumb,' I thought, letting my face fall into my hands. Tears rise out of me before I can stop it and I end up sobbing on my rocking chair while my best friend lays unconscious against the railing of my back porch.
I just let myself go as he snores on my porch, letting the tears stream down my face. No better time than the present, right? Eventually, I cut myself off and dive for the bathroom, searching for a med kit of some sort. I found the supplies; hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, bandaids, and alcohol wipes. I hope it lasts for whatever injuries he has from flying out of the fucking sky.
I kneel down in front of him and stare at the mask of his suit. There are tears in it, almost claw marks from a beast, revealing one of his eyes, his left cheek, and the right side of his jaw. I hold his face as I look at it for severe injuries, like a broken nose, but can only find scratches and bruises. A frown slips onto my face as I watch him wince and pull away from the alcohol wipe, not liking the sensation whatsoever. I bite my lip as I continue, waiting for the moment that he wakes up and he explains whatever the fuck is going on to me.
I closely watch his reactions to the alcohol wipes as I begin to wipe down cuts toward his collarbone. All he gives me is grunts and twitches and nothing like, "Hey babe, I'm the most popular vigilante in New York by the way, I just never wanted to tell you so I crashed in your backyard." I'm sure he has some charming and romantic reason for not telling me, but it still angers me to the core.
I just want to get in his face and say, "Are you dumb? Do you want to save the city every day for the rest of your life and threaten your life and everyone you love every single day? What about me? What about Aunt May? Think, Peter, fucking think!" Instead, I have to be the one to clean his wounds and baby him so he doesn't end up dying on my back porch.
After angrily cleaning his wounds for a few minutes, his eyes finally fluttered open like a princess who's been cursed to sleep for millennia. He groans, and then stretches, and then groans again before his eyes meet mine. Peter smiles like a goofy kid at first, and then looks down to see his suit, and then looks at me again in horror.
"Y/N... I can explain." He put his hands up in front of his chest like he was defending himself. I furrow my brows at him and stand up. I can feel his eyes follow me as I pace back and forth on the back porch, incredibly fucking irritated.
"Explain exactly what, Pete? Are you gonna explain how you've been AWOL for almost a week? Are you going to explain why you crashed in my fucking backyard in a Spider-Man costume? Are you going to explain why I just had to clean up your wounds while you were fucking unconscious?" I stare at him with fire in my eyes, my chest heaves and my throat tightens. "I had to drag you through the woods, Peter." My voice cracks, quieting down to a whisper. This hurts too much. Too, too much.
Peter looks up at me from the floor and my knees almost buckle. Tears slowly fall down his face as he watches me crumble in front of him. 'I can't do this,' I told myself, 'This is too much.'
'Too much,' I thought, 'Too much, too much.' I can't look at him for any longer before I start crying again. This is too much. Too much.
"Y/N," he cried. I held my cheeks in my hands as tears poured down my face. "Please," he begged. I covered my eyes – too much, too much.
Before I could push him away, he tugged me into his arms. My knees buckled and I took a hefty fall down, causing apologies to stream from his lips. I placed my hands on his shoulders, hiding my face into his neck as I tried to slow my breathing.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so, so sorry..." He combed his fingers through my hair and held me as tight as he could. The tears eventually stopped and my breath returned back to normal after a while, letting me think clearly. "I should've told you... You deserved to know, I'm so sorry."
I burrow my face deeper into the crook of his neck, hoping to evade this entirely. "I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He holds me tighter than he has all night, mumbling apologies into my hair. I rest my chin on his shoulder and look at the leaves behind him, remembering what happened not even an hour ago. My thighs still hurt.
"Don't leave," I mutter, the words leaving me before I could process them. I feel Peter nod, kissing my scalp softly. "I won't," a shaken breath rumbles through him. "I promise." I close my eyes and rest my cheek on his shoulder, quietly humming my favorite song.
bonus!
"I'm sorry, baby," he gives me more pet names than painkillers as he cleans up the wounds on my thighs from last night. "I'll get you patched up, promise." A soft kiss is pressed into my thigh before the sting from the alcohol wipe is brought back to my senses. I hiss and grab the counter as tight as I can, nearly kicking my foot directly into his balls.
Well, maybe that's unfair, but it doesn't matter. All I care about is the fact that he held up his promise.
LEE Telemachus, Ler Penelope and Odysseus. very slight lee Odysseus.
Pls don’t ask how I finished this so fast.
Twenty whole years... twenty whole years had passed since Odysseus was gone, then... he returned. He killed all of the suitors, to protect his son, Telemachus, and his wife, Penelope.
Telemachus loved his father, but was struggling to get adjusted to having his father around, considering his father made... some rather... terrible dad jokes. Penelope feared Telemachus would dislike his father, despite it being the opposite.
And it was a year... after the return of Odysseus of Ithaca. Telemachus was training with Athena, but he kept getting distracted. "Is something wrong??" Telemachus heard a voice say, then he looked up. oh. it was just Athena. Telemachus didn't know what to say, or do really. He just sighed, and sat down on the ground, while Athena looked down at him with curiosity.
"Telemachus??" She called out again. And there it was.. no reply. she was slightly concerned, she was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts though, when Telemachus suddenly spoke up. She looked at him again, as he said the words of... "Athena, I don't know why. I love my father dearly — yet I can't seem to get adjusted to having him around. Despite him being gone for so long, and me constantly missing him." He looked ashamed of himself, and looked away from her, in fear of what she'd think.
"Oh... Telemachus... don't worry about it, please." her much stoic tone during training vanished softening a lot, as she kneeled down next to him.
"It's okay to feel that way Telemachus, it's confusing sometimes. your feelings are valid, no matter what. it's okay to be confused. or scared." She spoke, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"you,me, Penelope, and Odysseus, know deep in your heart. You love your father. You might not be adjusted to having him around right away, but that doesn't mean you don't love him, because you do love him. That's what matters most."
Telemachus started crying, babbling about something. “Athena!! But- but— I don’t want to feel this way! It’s not making me feel better!” Athena didn’t know what to do, so she disappeared. Just like that. Telemachus cried more when she left, he felt alone. He kept thinking… why did she leave?? did she hate him? Is she ashamed of him?? She might be…
Penelope was walking through the palace, and found her son, Telemachus sobbing. she immediately went over to him. “Telemachus? My son?? Are you alright??? What happened?? Where’s Athena…?? Did you get hurt?!?” she suddenly panicked, worried he was hurt, and that Athena left him.
“What— no!!—“ Telemachus sniffled, he spluttered when he spoke. “I’m not hurt— I’m fine.. it’s just..” Penelope stopped panicking much. But was curious, and raised an eyebrow. “Just what, Telemachus…? Talk to me…” she looked at him, sad.
“How do I say this… mother…??? I… I’m not adjusted to having father around— I love him dearly— but I’m having trouble getting used to the annoying dad jokes, when I’m trying to acutally talk to him, I’m tired of the jokes!! I just want to be able to talk without joking, and humor..” Penelope’s gaze turned stern slightly.
“Telemachus.. your father is trying his best to get to know you better! He’s trying to have fun with you.. you need to be nicer!” She raised her voice slightly. Telemachus was shocked, on hearing her close to yelling at him. He felt hurt.
“I just spoke my feelings to you?! And that’s all you’re going to say??…” he sniffed. he stood up, and ran off, to his bedroom. Penelope’s slight anger turned into guilt. She didn’t want to hurt Telemachus, but she didn’t understand why he’s feeling this way. she sighed, and walked away. she went to hers and Odysseus’ room.
Odysseus was sitting on the bed. “Penelope!! hello—!!” Odysseus spoke akwardly, though he was happy to see his beautiful AAAMMMAAAZZZIIINNGG wifeee! but he was confused to see her looking… slightly guilty??… what had happened?? Odysseus became concerned. “Nel….?” When Penelope sat on the bed next to him, she looked down. He scooted closer to her, and held her hand tightly, slightly rubbing her hand with his thumb gently.
“I feel like I hurt Telemachus.” She suddenly spoke, and looked at her husband, who was confused, again. “Whaa….??” Penelope groaned.. “I said… I. hurt. Telemachus. Accidentally.” she poked him in the side each time, he scooted away from her when she poked him, slightly embarrassed. but then it faded.
“How’d you hurt him??” Penelope was scared to tell him, incase Odysseus got mad at her for it. “I… raised my voice at him.” Odysseus had never felt so stunned in his life?? his wife, the sweetest woman in the entire world. RAISED HER VOICE… “WHAT..??” He said a bit louder then he wanted.
“But you have to understand, he said your jokes are annoying, and that you won’t take him seriously. I told him you’re trying your best and yeah.”
“Oh.” Odysseus said.. “well.. where’d he he go. maybe we can cheer him up, huh..?” Penelope slowly looked up at him, and smiled. “Ohh.. yeah… you’re right. did you know, Telemachus is ticklish?? He’s as ticklish as you are!” “Oh- hey!” Her husband huffed. and stood up.
“well let’s go find him, Hon.” He walked out of the room, she followed. they walked around the palace, and eventually found him sitting in his room by himself. “Hey, kiddo.” Odysseus sat next to Telemachus on the bed, and Penelope sat on the other side of Telemachus. “We’ve been talking.” She finally spoke.
“About what.” Telemachus said, coldly. Odysseus raised an eyebrow. “are you giving us attitude??” Telemachus scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What if I am??” “Don’t be annoying.” Odysseus scolded softly. “We were here to come cheer you up!” Odysseus then said, happily.
Telemachus furrowed his brows in slight confusion, and annoyance. “and how are you going to do that?? I’m not a child anymore.” Telemachus kept up his annoyed front, till Penelope spoke, and Telemachus became nervous. “I told your father, you’re ticklish.”
Telemachus’ eyes widened with horror. “You told him… WHAT??” he panicked. Odysseus and Penelope smiled at him innocently, till Odysseus spoke. “First, you need to hug us. Cause you love uss… sooo muccchh!!” Odysseus was teasing him. And hugged Telemachus, and so did Penelope.
Telemachus hugged them back, till he stifled his laughter, as he felt one of them start tickling his sides. “Nohoho…. Stooppp…!!-“ then the second set of hands tickling him, he started giggling, and couldn’t help it. he figured out who was who eventually. his father tickled his stomach, while his mother tickled his sides, Telemachus giggled, and giggled, his laughter was slightly squeaky.
Telemachus snorted when his father tickled his underarms instead, and he kicked his feet slightly, and pushed against his father and mother a tiny bit. “Well that was a silly sound, wasn’t it??” Odysseus teased. Telemachus squeaked at that, and he blushed slightly out of embarrassment. He felt like he was dying.(from the teasing. Not the tickling.) “Hahaha— you guys! Stop it— I cahahant take ihihit!!” His laughter was joyful and infectious, and Penelope laughed softly.
Telemachus giggled more and more, his parents eventually stopped. Telemachus still giggled softly after that. And caught his breath, while his freckled face was still slightly flushed. “We didn’t bother you that much, did we??” His father asked, looking at Telemachus. And acutally hugged him. “No.. I’m fine… thank you.” Telemachus finally said. He hugged both of his parents. he snuggled against both of them softly. He was feeling slightly sleepy. and eventually fell asleep. his mother brushed the hair out of his face gently. and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight my son…” she said, and smiled. in Telemachus’ dreams. He was thinking of getting revenge. but he couldn’t tickle his dear mother. So he’d just have to tickle his father instead. hint hint…
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I guess I'll share on here. I've gone and jumped headfirst back into writing. Last time I wrote anything it was back on Quizilla of all things though, so I'm ungodly rusty.
I was kinda just re-watching GX when the inspiration hit me to basically revive an old story I was writing back then that was a Jaden/Judai Yuki x reader style fic. So this is kinda a love letter to myself when I was younger, in a way? Kinda going with the idea of writing what I'd have loved to stumble upon and read way back then. I use the dub names as that was what I grew up and mostly remember, even though now I've watched sub too. Read more to see me ramble a bit more about what I've done already lol.
I aged them up a small bit, and I'm adjusting a lot of aspects of the school to squeeze in other things I want to change for my own dumb plotbunnies. Like, making it 4 years instead of 3 so I can move Alexis/Asuka up to year 2 while not having her disappear early.
And for uniforms I want more than just Obelisk having their special design, so I messed around with that a lil... Mostly because I wanted reader's to be special, but also because other characters I added also have their own options. Later on in the anime people show up with altered outfits so I kinda just rolled that into making it part of the whole deal lol
Plus, girls are in EVERY dorm instead of just Obelisk because otherwise that felt a bit like "girls can't be in the less cared for dorms they have to be in the fancy one only hurrrrr". Or thats how I always took it LOL. Maybe I'm weird haha...
And fleshing out some of the school clubs, or at least the existence of them? They had a whole episode for tennis, and some baseball so clearly they have sports n stuff. Well, and because in the middle of chapter 2 I decided I wanted to have reader-chan be in a newspaper club and found some more plot bunnies hiding under that idea LOL
Made a couple of additional characters, and tbh I'm already in love with the 3 of them in their own ways. They're still developing in my mind but I love them dearly. I'm not sure if I'm going to add them much into the major story beats from the anime yet, time will tell ~
and thats kinda it, idk I wanted to ramble about it a little without adding lots of notes all over my actual story on ao3 ~
love your obey me work so far! if you’re comfortable writing about it, do you any general nsfw hcs for mammon (or any other brothers of your choosing?)
# general nsfw headcanons
feat. mammon x gn!mc
summary. how mammon is in bed
cw. nsfw , praise kink , breeding kink , oral
author n. these are kinda short ?? and all over the place if you want more then i’ll happily go more in depth (∗´ ᨔ `∗)
mammon.
▸ mammon loves you a lot. he has the biggest soft spot for you, so it’s no surprise when it comes to sex, he’s very eager to please you
▸ switch of the century. if you like him being dom, he has no problems lifting you up and fucking you senseless against the wall. if you want to dom, he’ll happily sit back and let you edge him for hours while he begs to cum.
▸ though, when you first start having sex, he’s shy. he’s had sex before, but not with someone he cares for deeply so naturally, any sort of touch makes him flustered. he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t dreamt about you touching him like this.
▸ the first few times, he’s needy and desperate, letting you do whatever to him. after a while, sex becomes a recurring thing between the two of you and he becomes more comfortable, he’ll start taking initiative and being more dominant.
▸ honestly, he probably cried the first time you two were intimate cause at that moment he just felt so loved.
▸ due to his sin, his need to satisfy his greed affects his sex life as well. he can never get enough of you. your moans, the way he feels inside of you, it all drives him crazy. he’ll go round after round if you’d let him. this man could go up to nine honestly
▸ sometimes, he’s happy just preforming oral on you for hours and your praise alone is enough to get him to cum. don’t mention that to him though, he gets kinda embarrassed by that
▸ known fact he’s got a praise kink. but he absolutely lives for praise! tell him he’s doing good, that he makes you feel good, that he’s the only one who fucks you so good. it boosts his confidence immensely.
▸ since he loves to please you, mammon will just sit you on his lap as he makes you cum over and over again. the look on your face as you beg for him to keep going, even though this is your 3rd time cumming, is something he’ll never get over.
▸ he doesn't mind getting rough with you, but mammon prefers gentle love-making. he loves being close to you, that you trust him enough to be so intimate. during sex, he holds you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to touch you again. by now, he knows your body well enough to know where your more sensitive spots are and he takes advantage of it.
▸ i mentioned him having a praise kink, but this boy also has a breeding kink as well.
▸ he always asks before, if it’s okay if he cums inside. he doesn’t try to hide his excitement when you say yes. he’ll hold you close, bite on your shoulder to suppress his moan as he cums deep inside of you.
▸ when he pulls out, he loves to press on your lower abdomen just to see the cum flow out of you.
▸ definitely the type to eat you out even after he cums inside 💀💀
▸ when it’s your turn to give, no matter what, he’ll always become putty in your hands.
▸ acts all cocky when you first start sucking on his tip, but quickly unravels into a sobbing mess by the end.
▸ loves it when you take your time on him, telling him that if he keeps moving you’ll stop.
▸ he begs... a lot. very whiny too. it’s cute.
▸ everyone knows that it’s easy to tease mammon and get him all riled up, and you’re a master at this by now. sometimes you purposefully spend more time with his brothers during the day, just so he can steal you away at night and have his way with you.
▸ speaking of, mammon loves hickeys. he loves getting them and he loves giving them. he’ll act embarrassed if someone points it out but he’ll proudly wear them around the house just to show off to his brothers. gives him a sense of pride when he notices their stares.
▸he’d also get pouty if you covered yours up and he’d try to leave them in more visible places.
The first time Peggy grabbed your hand, you thought you might faint.
The first time she hugged you, it was like a weight had been lifted off your chest.
The first time she kissed you, it was... Fireworks.
Bliss. Pure and utter bliss.
Tonight, Peggy was taking you out to a new tavern - or, new to the two of you, at least. She heard there was a good dance scene and you had the feeling she was just trying to find an excuse to show off for you.
You certainly weren’t complaining.
The music was bright and cheery, but with a bit of an edge to it, a bite to the canny sound of the brass. You could get into this.
Before you knew it, Peggy had you by the arm and was tugging you onto the dance floor. You barely resisted.
She grinned at you, gazing into your eyes as she moved with abandon. Goodness, was she adorable. She was somehow graceful and wild all at once, moving seamlessly between swift, ecstatic movements and a more laidback, easy rhythm. You loved watching her move. Every second of it.
You’re not entirely sure how he got your attention, that small boy across the room. But somehow he caught your eye.
He was so small you were briefly taken aback. What was someone so, well, scrawny doing here? You could only assume he was around your age, being in a place like this, and the blond hair, slight slouch, and crumpled clothes certainly looked American. And there weren’t many civilians around here.
So... Oh, yes, that’s a uniform. They let that little man in?
You shook your head and returned your attention to your partner, who had already noticed your wandering eyes.
But, as always, she simply smirked. “You lookin at Rogers? The little thing by the bar?”
You nodded carefully, “Yeah, I thought kids weren’t allowed around here,” you joked halfheartedly.
Peggy giggled beside herself. “Well you’d be wise not say that to his face. He doesn’t like bullies.”
You smiled. “Is that so? The little guy has spunk, huh?”
“Something like that.” There was something more to Peggy’s expression - concern? Admiration? You weren’t sure.
“So, uh, what’s his story?” You asked, unsure how to feel about this guy, or how Peggy talks about him.
“Well, I know he tried time and time again to weasel his way in, the lad was determined to fight the Nazis. To fight for those they’re doing everything they can to tear apart. And he’s... I don’t know, love, but he’s... Special.” Peggy blushed.
Surprising even yourself, you felt yourself smile. “I can believe that.”
You glanced over at the young man again. He was... Pretty. Small, for sure, but also bold. There was an odd confidence to his body language, like a lion cub who hasn’t yet learned that it’s not as big or strong as its mama. You’d bet he wasn’t afraid of anything.
Suddenly, he glanced up from his drink and met your eyes. You smiled.
He smiled back.
OH.
Wow, you hadn’t been able to see them before, but his eyes were bright, almost captivating, even from this distance. You saw him shift, perhaps considering coming over to you, but if so, something changed his mind. His gaze shifted to Peggy, and following your gaze, your lover glanced back to him as well. She gave a coy wave, and that was enough to get him out of his chair.
That look... Well, I knew that look. I’m sure it’s exactly the one I had on my face the first time Peggy spoke to me. And the second. And the third.
Bollocks. (Ha, my baby really has been rubbing off on me.)
What were you to make of this?
But as Rogers approached, it wasn’t Peggy he was looking at anymore.
“Agent Carter,” the man acknowledged Peggy with a polite nod, but he barely took his eyes off you. What was up with that?
“Steve. This is Y/N, it’s their first night out around here. Care to help me show them a good time?” Peggy winked at you.
What is happening???
Though he tried to hide it, Steve blushed. He was clearly excited, and nervous. “Would you care to dance?” He offered you his arm, and you took it tentatively, glancing back at your girlfriend, who smiled and made reassuring shooing gestures. Okay, this was weird.
You turned your attention to the man in front of you. He was quite a few inches shorter than you, but he didn’t feel it. The man knew how to lead. His hand, if bony, exhibited no hesitation as it found its way to the small of your back. You felt comfortable, safe, and perhaps a bit flushed. You gazed down into his brilliant eyes.
“Well, Steve, it’s very nice to make your acquaintance.”
