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HIMYM: Standards of Behavior (1/1) Ted/Robin - AU Season 4 - FRAO/NC-17
The very essence of this fic makes me nervous in a way that I'm not sure how to describe. It was tough to write, and I'm not even sure I should be posting it yet...but I'm pretty sure if I don't, I'll go mental.
So for now, this is the only place I'm posting it, and I appreciate any and all feedback that the HIMYM fans on my flist are willing to share.
Title: Standards of Behavior
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Ted/Robin
Ratings/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; explicit sexual situations, daddy!kink, and adult language
Word Count: 1491
Setting: Season 4 – AU
Beta: the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roland44. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: I blamesecondmezzanine
Ted had never been the guy who needed to invent silly rules to get by in life. But he was the guy who enjoyed living by a certain set of organized standards. He knew what he wanted his wife to look like, what he wanted his children to be named. He knew how he wanted the apartment to be cleaned, and how his roommates should behave.
Sure, they all called him Dad behind his back and in front of his back, but he really didn’t mind.
But his strict attunement to these standards had been thrown out of whack, ever since Robin started shacking up in his apartment. Robin was the kind of roommate who thrived on chaos and disorganization. She left her beer bottles out on the table, dropped her Twinkie wrappers on the carpet, even kept her door hanging open a little bit when she had a hook-up just so he could hear the way she panted and moaned.
He loved her to death, still did even after they had split, but the complete lack of respect was rubbing him the wrong way.
Things went from bad to worse on the night he came home to find her panties twisted in a ball underneath his pillow. In the pit of his gut, he knew it wasn’t some sort of Lily trick to break them apart again, and his body tensed, aching from the clear sign of ultimate roommate betrayal. Leaving her bedroom door open was one thing, but doing it in his bed? That wouldn’t stand.
When she came home, he was standing in front of her bedroom door, undergarment clutched tight in his fingers.
Robin flashed him a knowing grin, stepping forward with the intent of pushing past him. “I’m not really in the mood for chatting right now, Ted. This dress is suffocating the twins and the girls need to breathe, if you know what I mean.”
If she was still his girl, the look on her face would be enough to melt his resolve, would be enough for him to give up the grudge. They wouldn’t need to have a fight about it. They could just make out and move on.
But that couldn’t happen this time. There was too much at stake here, and it was time for him to step up and start calling the shots. Ted unclenched his fist and held out his prize, smirking when a gasp caught in her throat.
Robin’s eyes widened, a heated blush creeping into her cheeks, as she tried to find an excuse to explain away her crime. Better to do that, than tell Ted about how wild she got with his former assistant, P.J. “God, Ted…where did you find those? I’ve been trying to find them…for like, ever.” Robin reached forward to snatch from his hand, but Ted closed his fist again, a smirk on his lips.
“You don’t get these back until I say you do,” Ted replied, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve given me no reason to think you deserve them back, and until you do, these are mine.”
Robin blinked, confused by Ted’s sudden switch towards dominance. He’d never, ever been like this when they were dating so why the hell was he starting now? “Come on, Ted. What are you going to do with a pair of women’s panties?”
Ted unclenched his fist again, and lifted the panties up with one finger. “Was thinking I could teach you a lesson about proper roommate behavior.” He paused, watching the corner of Robin’s lips tremble. He could see the fear and excitement behind her eyes, and it made his dick stir.
Robin gulped, her innate attraction to dominant men triggering a curl of lust in her stomach. But she pushed forward, pretending that it didn’t matter. Pretending that her need to be conquered had nothing to do with this little roommate squabble. “Seriously, Ted? I don’t remember kinky sex games being part of the lease.”
Pocketing the panties, Ted stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “Little girls are supposed to pick up after themselves, Robin. Didn’t your daddy ever teach you that?”
Robin gulped, taking a step backwards, thighs bumping into the arm of the couch. The way Ted was staring her down made her skin flush pink, made the apex between her thighs burn with lust and liquid heat. The curl of his lips made her want to get down on her knees, and beg for bathroom privileges or something. “I’m sorry, Ted. I promise I’ll never to do it again.”
Ted chuckled at her admission, knowing damn well that he was fueling the fire inside her core. One thing he’d learned about Robin Scherbatsky was that she liked to be punished, liked to be controlled. She liked to be spanked, liked to be tied up, liked to dance on the razor-sharp edge of pleasure and oblivion. She liked to be shown the error of her ways. She was a textbook case of daddy issues. However, it never made her any less of a feminist because she believed that the point of women’s liberation gave her the choice to decide how she liked to get down.
“Liar,” Ted murmured, pleased with himself for seeing through her fake excuses.
That one word was enough to shatter the mirror and change the rules of the game. That’s when Robin transformed from sex goddess to little girl lost. She fluttered her eyelashes and cocked her hips, pushing her bottom lip out to maximize the effect. “I can be good, daddy. I can be pure for you. Just tell me what I can do to make you happy.”
“Show me,” Ted muttered, the look in her soft, blue eyes breaking down his control. His cock was already at half-mast and it was hardening rapidly. He’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t like Barney. For most of his life, he had never really understood the need for fucked-up sex games, when the standard positions of missionary and girl-on-top were just as satisfying. Some of his views had changed when he’d dated Robin, and tonight, he could feel those wires shift again.
Robin pursed her lips, and bent her arm behind her back, tugging at the zipper of her dress. She teasingly slid the slinky outfit off her shoulders, and let it pool at her feet. She knew how these role-plays worked, and she was masterful at playing her part. “We can play the special game, Daddy. The one you like so much.”
She dropped to her knees, and glanced up at him, a devious grin on her lips as she worked the fly of his jeans open and yanked them down to the ground. When the bulbous head of his engorged cock popped out to greet her, she giggled, her fingers experimentally brushing over the extra-sensitive flesh. “Is this lollypop all for me, daddy?”
“Yes, it is baby,” Ted breathed, leaning back against the door frame, bracing himself for what was coming. He felt dizzy, different, torn between wanting to dominate, and wanting to submit. His fists clenched at his sides, while her hands encircled the base of his erection. Her mouth opened wide to suck him inside, and he groaned deeply. Her tongue swirled expertly around the tip, and danced over the throbbing veins, as her hands explored him. She cupped his balls, tugging and stroking at them, and his mind emptied of all coherent thought.
Ted’s dick twitched inside the wet cavern of her mouth, Robin hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper into her throat. She relaxed her muscles, feeling him pulse and twitch inside her, feeling him give in to her ministrations. She hummed softly, letting the powerful vibrations course through him like electricity. Giving fellatio had always been her claim to fame, and she never disappointed the men lucky enough to get it from her.
There was no thought to how awkward this might be the next day, no protest that they should put an end to this before he exploded like a rocket. There were just groans, and moans, and a sexual fire they thought had been put out a long time ago.
Ted twitched one more time, balls releasing their heavy load, spilling warm spunk onto Robin’s waiting, eager tongue. Satisfaction and satiation are linked to every pore in his body, and Robin can’t stop grinning as she lets him go with a loud *pop*.
“Did I make everything better, daddy?”
Ted nodded, reaching down to stroke her hair with one hand, and pulling her panties out of his pocket with the other. The panties fell to the ground, and Robin gently picked them up, mentally swearing that she wouldn’t leave her clothes in Ted’s bed again.
Although…maybe it wouldn’t hurt to leave an earring under the pillow every once in awhile? After all, it was in her best interest as his roommate to meet Daddy Ted’s standards of behavior.
So for now, this is the only place I'm posting it, and I appreciate any and all feedback that the HIMYM fans on my flist are willing to share.
Title: Standards of Behavior
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Ted/Robin
Ratings/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; explicit sexual situations, daddy!kink, and adult language
Word Count: 1491
Setting: Season 4 – AU
Beta: the lovely
roland44. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: I blame
secondmezzanineTed had never been the guy who needed to invent silly rules to get by in life. But he was the guy who enjoyed living by a certain set of organized standards. He knew what he wanted his wife to look like, what he wanted his children to be named. He knew how he wanted the apartment to be cleaned, and how his roommates should behave.
Sure, they all called him Dad behind his back and in front of his back, but he really didn’t mind.
But his strict attunement to these standards had been thrown out of whack, ever since Robin started shacking up in his apartment. Robin was the kind of roommate who thrived on chaos and disorganization. She left her beer bottles out on the table, dropped her Twinkie wrappers on the carpet, even kept her door hanging open a little bit when she had a hook-up just so he could hear the way she panted and moaned.
He loved her to death, still did even after they had split, but the complete lack of respect was rubbing him the wrong way.
Things went from bad to worse on the night he came home to find her panties twisted in a ball underneath his pillow. In the pit of his gut, he knew it wasn’t some sort of Lily trick to break them apart again, and his body tensed, aching from the clear sign of ultimate roommate betrayal. Leaving her bedroom door open was one thing, but doing it in his bed? That wouldn’t stand.
When she came home, he was standing in front of her bedroom door, undergarment clutched tight in his fingers.
Robin flashed him a knowing grin, stepping forward with the intent of pushing past him. “I’m not really in the mood for chatting right now, Ted. This dress is suffocating the twins and the girls need to breathe, if you know what I mean.”
If she was still his girl, the look on her face would be enough to melt his resolve, would be enough for him to give up the grudge. They wouldn’t need to have a fight about it. They could just make out and move on.
But that couldn’t happen this time. There was too much at stake here, and it was time for him to step up and start calling the shots. Ted unclenched his fist and held out his prize, smirking when a gasp caught in her throat.
Robin’s eyes widened, a heated blush creeping into her cheeks, as she tried to find an excuse to explain away her crime. Better to do that, than tell Ted about how wild she got with his former assistant, P.J. “God, Ted…where did you find those? I’ve been trying to find them…for like, ever.” Robin reached forward to snatch from his hand, but Ted closed his fist again, a smirk on his lips.
“You don’t get these back until I say you do,” Ted replied, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve given me no reason to think you deserve them back, and until you do, these are mine.”
Robin blinked, confused by Ted’s sudden switch towards dominance. He’d never, ever been like this when they were dating so why the hell was he starting now? “Come on, Ted. What are you going to do with a pair of women’s panties?”
Ted unclenched his fist again, and lifted the panties up with one finger. “Was thinking I could teach you a lesson about proper roommate behavior.” He paused, watching the corner of Robin’s lips tremble. He could see the fear and excitement behind her eyes, and it made his dick stir.
Robin gulped, her innate attraction to dominant men triggering a curl of lust in her stomach. But she pushed forward, pretending that it didn’t matter. Pretending that her need to be conquered had nothing to do with this little roommate squabble. “Seriously, Ted? I don’t remember kinky sex games being part of the lease.”
Pocketing the panties, Ted stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “Little girls are supposed to pick up after themselves, Robin. Didn’t your daddy ever teach you that?”
Robin gulped, taking a step backwards, thighs bumping into the arm of the couch. The way Ted was staring her down made her skin flush pink, made the apex between her thighs burn with lust and liquid heat. The curl of his lips made her want to get down on her knees, and beg for bathroom privileges or something. “I’m sorry, Ted. I promise I’ll never to do it again.”
Ted chuckled at her admission, knowing damn well that he was fueling the fire inside her core. One thing he’d learned about Robin Scherbatsky was that she liked to be punished, liked to be controlled. She liked to be spanked, liked to be tied up, liked to dance on the razor-sharp edge of pleasure and oblivion. She liked to be shown the error of her ways. She was a textbook case of daddy issues. However, it never made her any less of a feminist because she believed that the point of women’s liberation gave her the choice to decide how she liked to get down.
“Liar,” Ted murmured, pleased with himself for seeing through her fake excuses.
That one word was enough to shatter the mirror and change the rules of the game. That’s when Robin transformed from sex goddess to little girl lost. She fluttered her eyelashes and cocked her hips, pushing her bottom lip out to maximize the effect. “I can be good, daddy. I can be pure for you. Just tell me what I can do to make you happy.”
“Show me,” Ted muttered, the look in her soft, blue eyes breaking down his control. His cock was already at half-mast and it was hardening rapidly. He’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t like Barney. For most of his life, he had never really understood the need for fucked-up sex games, when the standard positions of missionary and girl-on-top were just as satisfying. Some of his views had changed when he’d dated Robin, and tonight, he could feel those wires shift again.
Robin pursed her lips, and bent her arm behind her back, tugging at the zipper of her dress. She teasingly slid the slinky outfit off her shoulders, and let it pool at her feet. She knew how these role-plays worked, and she was masterful at playing her part. “We can play the special game, Daddy. The one you like so much.”
She dropped to her knees, and glanced up at him, a devious grin on her lips as she worked the fly of his jeans open and yanked them down to the ground. When the bulbous head of his engorged cock popped out to greet her, she giggled, her fingers experimentally brushing over the extra-sensitive flesh. “Is this lollypop all for me, daddy?”
“Yes, it is baby,” Ted breathed, leaning back against the door frame, bracing himself for what was coming. He felt dizzy, different, torn between wanting to dominate, and wanting to submit. His fists clenched at his sides, while her hands encircled the base of his erection. Her mouth opened wide to suck him inside, and he groaned deeply. Her tongue swirled expertly around the tip, and danced over the throbbing veins, as her hands explored him. She cupped his balls, tugging and stroking at them, and his mind emptied of all coherent thought.
Ted’s dick twitched inside the wet cavern of her mouth, Robin hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper into her throat. She relaxed her muscles, feeling him pulse and twitch inside her, feeling him give in to her ministrations. She hummed softly, letting the powerful vibrations course through him like electricity. Giving fellatio had always been her claim to fame, and she never disappointed the men lucky enough to get it from her.
There was no thought to how awkward this might be the next day, no protest that they should put an end to this before he exploded like a rocket. There were just groans, and moans, and a sexual fire they thought had been put out a long time ago.
Ted twitched one more time, balls releasing their heavy load, spilling warm spunk onto Robin’s waiting, eager tongue. Satisfaction and satiation are linked to every pore in his body, and Robin can’t stop grinning as she lets him go with a loud *pop*.
“Did I make everything better, daddy?”
Ted nodded, reaching down to stroke her hair with one hand, and pulling her panties out of his pocket with the other. The panties fell to the ground, and Robin gently picked them up, mentally swearing that she wouldn’t leave her clothes in Ted’s bed again.
Although…maybe it wouldn’t hurt to leave an earring under the pillow every once in awhile? After all, it was in her best interest as his roommate to meet Daddy Ted’s standards of behavior.