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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Girlfriend

TW: Semi-public sexual scenarios. Language. Smut.

SUMMARY: Your secret relationship with John B is exposed…

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Hope you good!! :) John B x kook Reader please!! 🥺 they are secretly dating for obvious reasons being that she’s a kook.. John b is sneaking around the island with her, until you get caught by the pogues and them not liking it one bit.. but they warm up to you!! You all hang out making it a boat day, John b being clingy on the boat.. even making you sit on his lap as he drives.. Kie even becoming a girl friend because she warmed up to you!! Also lots of flirting!! Tysm 💜💜💜

*HEY BABES! I’M ALRIGHT, HOPE YOU’RE EVEN BETTER! DIDN’T KNOW IF YOU WANTED FULL SMUT SO I’LL DO THE FLIRTING FOR SURE AND HEAVY MAKEOUT SESSIONS, HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Girlfriend

Almost like clockwork, you heard that slight tap form on your bedroom window, John B having climbed the oak tree leading to the glass leading into your room while you brought him quickly over the sill of the window. Even though it had only been a few hours since you last laid eyes on him, and the fact you had been texting nonstop in that time apart, you were desperate for his lips. That full pucker familiar to you over this last summer, even if it had to be this way due to your star-crossed romance, made a portion of you find a thrill of this, even if every day became more difficult to be away from him, wanting to risk the comments and judgement from each of your friends and family. But this was all forgotten as he took you in his arms, a feeling of home felt only this way.

“Are you ready?”

“We could just stay here…” You teased, pulling him towards the bed as you hiked your knees on its edge, relying on his body to keep you from falling forward, “Under the cover of darkness…” You taunted a dramatic tone as he would smirk. But as your hand began its descent towards his belt, you would feel him quickly apprehend your hand.

“You deserve a date. We’ve been doing this for four months, I think it’s time I showed you what I can really offer.” You moved forward, taking your lips to his neck.

“Oh I know what you can offer…And I’m trying to convince you to stay here with me so I can REALLY appreciate it…” He tensed against you, clearly affected by your advances.

“Tonight, I’m all yours…but I want to sweep you off your feet-”

“I’m off of ‘em now…I can even be on my back if you wanted…you don’t even have to ask.” He growled before you pulled him to collapse with you. His body was quick to pull you higher onto the bed as his knee came to a rest between your thighs.

“Here…” You reached to pull the backpack from his shoulders before he was quick to rise back to the end of the bed, smiling at the sight of your pout.

“Come on…At least let me take you somewhere we don’t have to whisper…” He leaned closer, realizing he hadn’t exactly convinced you by these words alone.

“That way I can make you scream for me, sweetheart…” These words would be enough to send your head into a bob as he grinned widely.

Twenty minutes later and you were wrapped in one another, making your way over the threshold of The Chateau, in nothing but the darkness of an unlit and therefore uninhabited house.

“I almost had to have you pull over, I missed you so much…”

“I missed you too, sweetheart…come here…” He pulled you against the wall, hands frenzied to your hips, ass, and finally to your breasts at the same moment his tongue pulled apart your moaning of his name.

“If we don’t open our eyes, maybe we can stay in our bubble-” He explained as you were suddenly bathed in light of a recently raised switch.

“What the hell, John B…” Kiara groaned as your identity was made known once he separated from you.

“I knew there was a new ‘pep in your step’, but if I would have known it was because of a kook, would have worn a Hazmat suit or something, knowing you’ve been around them. Don’t want to catch their entitlement or anything…” JJ shot as you would usually respond with hostility, but you were actually more embarrassed.

“Come on…knock it off-”

“She’s a kook, John B…and where there’s one, there’s Topper or Rafe-How do you know she isn’t just luring one of them here-”

“Because she isn’t some criminal mastermind and this isn’t a cheesy 80s movie…” He narrowed his eyes, “And she’s my girlfriend, okay so…” Everyone stilled. In the entire time the Pogues had been a collective of youth southsiders with the exception of Kiara, never once had he called anyone anything other than their name, and even then, it was usually a waste of time as they never stuck around that long. But now, you were given that title and it surprised you just as much as it had them.

“You DO realize you can’t get rich just by fucking someone who is, right?” JJ asked crudely as John B was quick to size him up.

“Watch your mouth, man…”

“How long has this been happening?” Kiara asked with her arms folded across her chest as her eyes analyzed you from head to toe, “I mean, you’ve just been lying to us this whole time?”

“THIS was why we didn’t say anything-”

“Wow, she already has you conditioned to the plural…” Pope slowly nodded in realization as it was clear they had absolutely no time for you, not even for the care of their friend. If anything it seemed as if they were more upset with him than you.

“It’s not like we just started fucking, you know…” You confessed as Kiara’s face turned almost pale.

“So you two have?” Before you could answer, she was quick to insult you, “Of course you have…It’s what you do isn’t it?”

“What I do?”

Kiara nodded. “Screw some guy and then pretend he doesn’t exist within two weeks, so better enjoy it now, John B, before she jumps on some other guy’s dick, I’d definitely double wrap though-”

“Why do you have to be SUCH a bitch, Kie?” Immediately, Pope and JJ began making bets between you. Even if Kie was their shared friend, the way you had advanced would have Pope set in your corner as JJ was loyal to Kiara to a fault.

“Enough. You are the two most important girls in my life, okay? You don’t have to braid each other’s hair or anything,but can you please just not…not kill each other?”

“No promises…” Kiara muttered as you let out a breath.

“I told you this is why they shouldn’t know…They wouldn’t understand…”

“Understand what exactly? That you’re been hooking up? Maybe it’s better we didn't know, not like we wanted details or anything…”

“Actually-” JJ lifted his finger as Kiara glared at him and Pope would hit him hard on the chest.

“We’re together, okay? And you can either support us or not, but it doesn’t change if I’m with her. It just means I won’t be here…” John B took your hand in his. “So much for ‘Pogues For Life’, huh?” He shot to his threesome of friends, a term now loose in comparison to them before you would sigh.

“I’m sorry, I really thought that if and when they found out that it would be better…I knew they wouldn’t be throwing us a party or anything…but…you didn’t deserve that…”

“Neither did you…I really don’t want to complicate things for you, John B…I mean…they’re your friends and-”

“And you are my girlfriend.” He spoke that sweet title again, the one that pulled your lips into a wide grin.

“I want you in my life. I’ve gotten pretty used to it.” He teased before taking you into a straddle over him as you had been sitting beside him near the edge of the property, both sets of your feet teasing the tepid heat of the water before this brought you into him.

“Should have just stayed at your place-”

“I do remember you saying you’d make me scream if I came with you here-”

“Yelling at Kie wasn’t exactly what I meant…”

“There’s still time to make up for it, you know…”

“They would definitely hear you, sweetheart.”

“I know…” You brought your hand between you both, reaching for his zipper as he took hold of your wrist.

“Sorry baby, they don’t get to hear those sweet little moans. Only I do…”

“Then make me moan, John B…please…I missed you so much…”

“Then let’s go-” He lifted you around him before taking you to The Twinkie. Wrapped in him within seconds, you were taken in the back and laid down, your legs set over his shoulders.

“John B….” You moaned as he nodded.

“Let me make it up to you…For having to wait…” His tongue started slowly against you, your fingers wrapping in his hair as you pulled him deeper into you. His forearm stretched across your waist, pinning you flat into the floor of the rusting Volkswagen as your eyes came into a roll.

“Oh my God-John B…I…Please…Please use your fingers too…I-” Before you had to beg in depth, those long fingers were curved inside of you, the familiar pressure preparing you for him as your nails ate into his arms.

“Please…I want you inside me.”

He nodded, leading himself between your folds, collecting just enough slick before setting himself inside of you. A mutual groan of relief sounded between you before he began to pace himself along with your motions. Kisses and grips were taken between the two of you, desperation and caution before you were pulled around him in such depth that each thrust bottomed out to the extent of your walls.

“John B…I’m gonna…I’m gonna come!”

“Come with me.” He groaned into your shoulder as you nodded, feeling him twitch and buckle, a mutual orgasm soaking you both as he would kiss you into his arms and fall asleep wrapped in a blanket set for emergencies.

“Okay so we talked it over…” JJ explained as he opened the side of the door.

“Fuck’s sake, if I had a dime for every time I’ve seen your ass, man-” JJ groaned, turning with a grunt as he was quick to cover you. Offering only his shirt as yours had been lost somewhere in the passion of the night before, you followed him out of The Twinkie and to the collection of pogues, mostly in hesitancy to an apparent decision made during your time wrapped in John B.

“Maybe we should try-but one complaint about how hard it is having all that money and I’m throwing her overboard myself.” JJ warned as Kiara glared at you, not even caring to try and be kind as she moved to the dock.

“But we aren’t tainting any more of The Chateau…” Pope explained, pulling a cooler from the steps, and moving towards The HMS Pogue.

“I mean it. One complaint and she ends up-”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re real macho throwing a girl overboard-”

“You know what I mean-” As the boys bickered, John B led you to the boat.

For the first hour beneath the sun, you were treated with clear indifference. Sighs and groans would leave a rather awkward silence as you were shameless on your boyfriend. Sitting on his knee and wrapping your fingers through his own as you crested over the waves made from the boat, before you found an ‘in’ with JJ. Showing off your own set of fishing skills as passed down to you through summers with your grandfather, you managed to make him understand that you weren’t afraid to get your manicure dirty by placing worms on the hook or unlatching your own fish from the end of your pole without shaking off how slimy or ‘gross’ it was. And for JJ, that was enough to alter from annoyed to tolerating.

For Pope, it would bea conversation of literature as you discussed everything from Shakespeare to the recent Stephen King novel. But Kiara would be the one that was the most difficult. Even as you tried to compliment her through jewelry and clothes, she would roll her eyes behind a new swallow as you looked at John B with annoyance.

“That has to be two hundred k, easy…” JJ commented as he looked at the boat advancing towards you.

“Don’t get too excited there, J…it’s just Topper and his girlfriend…” Kie narrowed her eyes as you knew the fallout between her and Sarah Cameron as it was enough to pit the girls in the ‘kook academy’ in opposing sides, you having been silently in support of the latter by default alone as Kiara kept more to the Pogues than anyone else. But this was where you saw your opportunity. For that, you would pull yourself off of John B and move to the edge of the boat, exposing your ass.

“Now I’m sure they can try to pretend they didn’t see us…but that might be harder to miss.” For this, everyone seemed to shed their reservations for you-after literally showing your ass. But nobody had been more proud than John B.

“Just verifying that it’s mine…” John B explained as he came behind you, slapping your newly covered ass with your suit as you readjusted his shirt to remain covered once again.

“Always.” You moved on the tips of your toes before teasing a kiss and pulling away before returning to the far side of the boat near Kiara.

“Salud.” She offered her beer as you clinked your own against it, having fallen into a conversation of a mutual dislike for the entitled Sarah Cameron.

By the time you returned to The Chateau, sunset having approached rather quickly after everyone stopped loathing the moments with you, they considered you an honorary pogue as you fought pouncing on John B in the flirtatious gazes and tracings offered until your return.

“We’ll catch up….” John B teased as everyone began to retire into The Chateau.

“Can you at least stay off of the captain’s chair, I like to drive it sometimes and I don’t want to sit in-” Pope pushed him forward as Kiara berated him, while you chuckled off JJ and focused on John B.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I know…”

His brows raised as he shook his head. “But you still have something to make up to me…Mister Routledge. And I’m starting to think you aren’t a man of your word…” His lips pursed.

“I DO…don’t I? I swear to God, sweetheart I could have any time on that boat…” He bit his bottom lip as you slowly nodded before you le dhim back to the boat, pushing him onto the captain’s chair.

“JJ said-”

“JJ says a lot…But I’m your girlfriend…” You paused. “Although I am curious why he HAS seen your ass so much…” He pulled you tighter into him.

“You really want this like this? Where anyone can see us?”

You shook your head before removing his shirt from you.

“I also want them to hear us…” His disbelief was cast wide across his face as you felt him scoff into your kiss before you unveiled him to you.

“God, you’re perfect…” He groaned.

“Then fuck me, John B…Fuck my perfect little pussy…it’s been dripping all day for you-”

“Oh shit…” He was quick to oblige, your body tensing at the stretch his cock allowed as he pulled you closer to him.

“Faster…Please…” You moaned as he nodded, leading a French kiss to your moans, before you both cried out beneath the night sky in rising to that mutual orgasm as JJ called from the window.

“I said NOT the captain’s chair you horndogs!” You and John B both laughed, falling into one final kiss that managed to end this perfect moment, this imperfect day ending with this peace.

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ivydarkrose · 1 year

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Different AUs of Nathans

1. Nathan-Crystal (Creepypasta- Circuspasta AU): For Nathan as far horror AUs, I have several.

An old one where Nathan dies within the walls of the basement, as he lays there dying, hands aching from his failed; Delirious, he envisions himself walking out the door, into the bright light ahead of him but suddenly he's pulled back to reality when he sees the outline of two men standing in the doorway. Both laughing and mocking the dying teen. No amount of effort on his behalf could move him, he was too hungry, too weak, too far gone. He could hear them mocking him, unable to discern what was other than key words of “Sister” and “Dead”. With panic and a new sense of rage, he attempted to lift himself, only to crash back down as they laughed and slammed that door once more. With this, he falls into darkness, away from the light, only left with that rage and need for revenge, a voice so clearly asks him. “ Do you want your revenge?” Two voices replying back that indeed they will do anything to get their revenge. - This version is the AU where Nathan himself is no longer human but some kind of entity. Originally I had him trap the soul of his sister within that crystal necklace. However, I am thinking with this AU to change this. All for fun of course.

The Second AU is based off the Circuspasta theme, seeing he's often around the "circuspasta's" themselves, I had the idea of a fun AU (that I plan to doodle one day once I find my motivation again really). In this AU him and Crystal are conjoined twins, attached to one another. Honestly, there it many ways I have thought about taking this. Such as twins born conjoined (whether logical or not, nonsensical is amusing after all), another way they are conjoin is actually the canon but with a more supernatural twist, where one houses a physical body and one in soul only in the AU playing on the telekinesis angle (Think Beyond: Two Souls). The other possibility being horrible experiment or disturbing modification where one twin is attached to the other (Alive or Dead). Either way, playing into the circus theme of conjoined twins.

2. (Umbra Series): Many AUs as its too fun to not think of alt scenarios.

Nathan Lux: Originally he was replacing the AU I mentioned above. Giving up his humanity to become immortal in attempts to save his loved ones, IE Crystal (who was reborn within the world, not by choice), and Ciara, who is under control of her father, Night Terrors, being in a real threat of death if she doesn't do as her father demands of her. (Collect Souls for his consumption). He also aimed to become semi-immortal so that he could stay by Ciara's side until they both pass on. In order to do this, he needed to become more than human. So that he may fight in the true world that is filled with monsters, creatures, demons, angels and so on.

Natalia Maxine Luxenia (AFAB AU): Literally his AFAB AU, I've dabbled with her for a long time, mostly for silly RPs. I'd say ever since I created Nathan back in 2014. Officially gave her a canon ref recently. Seeing she is placed with in Umbra's world and narrative I made her a sub-species of human. Unlike the other AUs so far, she does not have siblings, however, she does have her family( well father) killed in front of her at a young age. Leading to a tragic upbringing with a evil fae like man, nicknamed "joker", who is a human trafficker (more less rents out the adult humans he lays claim on.) By luck, she manages to make her escape, running into humans of her own subset. Now as an adult exploring the world, looking for signs that her mother is still alive. Meanwhile, unaware of the very real threats to her life from the hunters tracking her down for the wicked fae.

3. Nathel (Mermaid): This stemmed from a silly RP between many friends on ask. While this hasn't received much of a story arch or anything else other than. "Hey, its Nathan as a Man of Mer." I've decided to maybe take this AU into a species I've created. Possibly the naga-mermaid hybrid species called "Syrion".

4. Nathan L(Genyr): At the time, there wasn't much to go on with the Genyr Species and how they were made, being creepypasta related (at the time thanks to candy pop) I decided to experiment with a comic format, having the wicked side of Pop's personality being the cause of Nathan's transformation. Nowadays, he's apart of the new age Genyrs that were saved when all the other Genyr's were consumed, ironically thanks to their species rivals, more to the king of the Dhokkalfers (Aka Mire's and Pop's father). (he'll have a more Genyr name for now just calling him Nathan lol)

5. Nathan Walleis (Dream Daddy): Yes, based of the game. Nathan in this AU sports glasses, and is simple an aesthetic character as I never found time to expand more than "Dad who reads too much" energy. Did plan to maybe play off a assassin vibe but was hesitant.

6. Yanni (DDLC): AH, yes DDLC. I invented a lot into his AU here, thank to friends who at the time were into DDLC. Premise was interesting in my mind. Based off Monika's obsession with the player, Nathan (main version of him) plays the game for fun after taken care of the residence of the house. Once he's done, rather thinks he's gotten to the end, he leaves the game be. Running off from the crime scene. Monika wanting the player back, clones Nathan, giving him life within the game as Yanni. Along with his sister. She ends up rewriting the code of the game to make them side characters with their own clubs in hopes to keep them away from the other LC members.

7. Not Named Yet (Twisted Wonderland): A proud member of the Diasomnia, a dorm known for students who excel at magic across the board. His plan joining Night Raven College was in hopes to prove his worth to possibly join in ranks to guard the highly regraded, Malleus Draconia, However, his quiet demeanor and issues with communication he has yet to accomplish his goal. (Note: This plot might change in the future tbh, made on a whim lol)

Honorable mentions:

Aun: So Aun here is his own character, but when I first crafted him he was legit an AU Nathan. I was like AU N should be the character that has some of the opposite physical characteristics. Such as white textured hair, eyes colors the mix of blue and green, and less tense than our very anxious Nathan. Both still sassy, though Aun shows it more. I wanted them to almost feel like twins. I used the term 2P not really understanding the meaning lol.

Cat form: Look he gives off black/grey cat energy. So his AU/ Spirit form is a black cat! Plus an inside joke between friends... if you know you know.

Creepypasta café: One my friend Alloween created! Nothing more to state, as they created Nathan's role and I just had fun jumping off with the idea.

AU Psychiatric Hospital: Another Creepypasta AU/Spin off based on BleedingHeartWorks comic "Desolation." Where Nathan is found criminally insane and sent to said hospital.

Ashur (The Demons Den - Nature Demons): A species homage to Nathan, not nessassarly him. I had no intentions of the fact but their traits are uncanny,

Noctis ( Warpa AKA War Paint Demons): Same deal here, a semi-homage but not intentional per say. ~~~~ This took a while to finish, no regrets >w< I do have images, however I don't trust tumblrs character CAP lol

#nathan the nobody #creepypasta #circuspasta #AUS #umbra series #umbra verse #crystal lux #ivydarkrose

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exosupport · 5 months

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currently hiding from my head mates.. uhh.. they don’t know i’m back (was semi-dormant for a long time) but it’s so hard bc i’m the biggest exotrauma holder in this sys.. like i have my own exotrauma and other’s, too.. and it’s bad bad bc i get triggered by such small things.. and i mean small like numbers or a certain kind of bird and i see these things everywhere. what do i do? i can’t stop panicking because of these small triggers and i don’t want to be in front right now because of these memories.. plus i don’t want my headmates to know im here yet or for them to worry about me.. wow.

I wish I had an easy answer for you because we've been exactly here before and are doing a lot better now than we were, but really only time and a change in environment helped us.

I will say that trying to hide from front or avoid the memories never worked for us. Yes your headmates will worry and be effected but it's easier in the long run to let them try and help you. You're in this as a team.

We have OCD and our exotrauma is our main obsession, it has been for as long as we can remember. Our symptoms have lessened over time as we've gotten new trauma holders, with the most recent one taking so much pressure off of our host that it made a world of difference and stopped my most painful compulsion entirely.

She doesn't have it easy, but we've managed to get a support group for her at front so she has us to fall back on and can feel more protected.

Prioritize emotional regulation and grounding. Puzzle games that aren't too difficult but that you have to think about/focus on have worked really well for us recently. Like wordle or even more often a game where we sort blocks of color called I love hue. You'll need to look around and try new things to figure out what tasks work for you.

In some cases, but not all, the only way out is through. You're getting these memories because your story wants to be told, wants you to acknowledge what you haven't yet and try to find some sense of closure. Find places that are safe to talk about it, start a journal (physical or digital) or memoirs, or anyhting else that's comfortable and make sure those memories and feelings don't get bottled up.

Our blog seeks to provide a space for this as well, so know you're always welcome here. Finding trusted friends who are comfortable talking to you about these things is important too, if you can I really recommend it there's so many loving people in our community.

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The image on the left has a Chansey, a pink ovl shaped pokemon, holding its egg and smiling at the viewer.

The one on the right has a Slowpoke, a medium sized pink pokemon that resembles a hippopotamus, is snuggling a Pikachu, a bright-yellow vaguely mouse-like creature. They're both happy and smiling. End ID]

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butterflies-and-blades · 9 months

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Session 5: On the Run

We ran and ran and ran. I think we would have kept running, following Verca through the dessert--wherever that took us--, if Talo had not started to stumble. I did not notice them fall behind at first, too distracted by the events replaying in my head. Verca had not noticed either. Looking back at it now, I think he was more out of it then than I had realized. Kaemon was the one who saw, and he directed my attention to them.

Running wasn't sustainable.

I pulled back against Verca. Tried to force us to stop by digging my heels into the sand. It was not the most effective strategy--the sand slid past my feet as he practically dragged me forward a few steps--but he stopped anyways.

There was no completely good path forward for us. But some paths at least had a chance for us to fix this. As much as we can "fix" something like this. We can't undo what happened.

So we talked. In discussing next steps, we came to the conclusion that it would be best for us to go back to Legen before too much time had passed. The longer we were gone, the worse our choice to flee would look to officials. If we turned back now, maybe someone would believe that we were framed and that we just want to help catch the true perpetrator. We are hoping that someone of influence in town will know magic that draws out the truth so we can voluntarily subject ourselves to its effects. In all honesty, a part of me is scared that officials won't give us a chance to get that far in the plan, though. I am scared that they'll lock us up--or send us to whatever the punishment for assassinating the mayor is--without taking a second to hear us out. But we have to at least try.

Verca is set on killing Rosi once we prove our innocence. A part of me understands why he would want that, but I do not see revenge giving the satisfaction that he expects to find. Killing her would only make us guilty of the same crime we plan to spend so much effort proving we have not done. We would lose the innocence we are trying to protect.

Talo and I tried to sway his stance on the matter, but I do not think we made much impact against those flames of wrath licking at the underside of his flesh.

As we started to walk back to the city, we also acknowledged that it would be best to leave the blood splatters left behind by the mayor's death--despite the uncomfortable reminders they also serve as. Verca pointed out that they can be used as evidence to show that we were on the wrong side of the mayor when he was stabbed for any one of us to have attacked him. In fact, none of us had even had our weapons out during the meeting.

As has become a semi-regular occurrence when we trek through the desert, it was not a quiet trip. We had only recently begun retracing the route upon which we had fled when the ground started to shake--a low rumble that shifted the smaller dunes around us until a large scorpion emerged from its sandy cover. Its claws immediately clamped down on Verca and Talo, pulling them into the air above. However, I do not remember much else from the fight--aside from being stabbed me in the stomach with its long stinger, that is.

After that, there is a now too familiar stretch of nothing up until the point I was in the air and falling to the ground. The sand was a surprisingly effective cushion, but the impact was still hard and disorienting. Verca was quick to help me up.

This marks the third confirmed appearance of the Mask. Verca mentioned that I talked while it was up this time, but he deferred the details to Talo. They described how they heard a gong-like sound when the Mask initially appeared, followed by a rush of pain as it forced them from my head. After the fight, they attempted to reconnect, during which the Mask explained that it hurts those who are supposedly fated to be hurt. Talo is still convinced that it is not evil but likely very neutral. It hurt someone I would like to consider a growing friend, though, so how true can that be? I tried to apologize for the pain I caused them, but they mostly waved off the matter.

Talo also shared that the Mask warned against encroachment and that it said it was a part of me. They had tried to say more than that, but a tinnitus-like sound replaced their words, cutting off everything. I cannot say I am any less nervous about this Mask figure.

Shortly after we continued our walk, Talo stopped in their tracks and lied, saying nothing was wrong, when asked. After Verca and I pressed further, they explained that they had heard a voice ordering them to not ask questions and to stay where they belong. They convinced themself that it was a stress hallucination, but I do not think they should be so quick to invalidate their experiences.

Verca added that the voice might not even be in Talo's head specifically, which made me suspicious that this might actually have its roots with him. We had semi-jokingly asked if he had anything in his head shortly before Talo heard the voice, and at the time he had only given avoidant non-answers.

During all of this, I had an odd encounter with Kaemon. In trying to get a feeling for if anyone other than the three of us was in the immediate vicinity, he suddenly registered as celestial. When I was a little girl, Kaemon fell from his nest as a baby and I have raised him since. It does not make sense for him to be anything other than a regular bird. Upon being asked, Kaemon seemed completely blindsided by this information and declared the only answer to be that I was wrong.

There is so much happening around us; I barely understand any of it. I suppose that all we can do right now is focus on proving our innocence, though. Hopefully Rosi isn't running around right now doing even worse things with our faces.

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1jemmagirl22 · 2 years

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Just curious, does anyone remember 7th Heaven? You know that CBS drama from the 90′s and early 2000′s, about the minister’s family, and their many, many additions over the years. Well, this insane drama, that ran for 11 freaking years, is technically the first CW show (And I say technically because it was one of many shows that came over from when the WB combined with UPN, and our good old CW network was born. But my point still stands).

So, because I recently skim watched through the majority of the seasons in a desperate attempt to satisfy my childhood nostalgia for the show (I have similar nostalgia for 70′s dramas too, but this one sticks back to me every few years, without fail), I decided I was going to list some of the more insane things that happened on the show, to prove it really helped with what would become the CW’s favorite toys. (If I ever watch seasons 5 and 6 of One Tree Hill, I might even play this insane game with that show too).

*Claps hands together dramatically* Let us begin!

First off, lets discuss the obvious, found family. And oh dear gods, there is a metric crap ton of found family. The found family ranges from one of the main character’s (Mary’s) ex boyfriend (Robbie) becoming a series regular and moving into her familie’s home, after, I repeat, after, the two break up. These parents seriously consider adopting (and honorarily adopt) their daughter’s ex, and let him live in their home for two years. They then go through a similar process with a complete random guy later in the show for no apparent reason then throwing in a brother figure because all the older boys had left. This section also wouldn’t be complete without mentioning sweet innocent Peter, the neighboring boy who falls in love with Ruthie (The youngest daughter in this shows main family) and becomes her best friend/boyfriend for two seasons, and practically lives with the main family while this occurs. Ya, for a show about a minister’s family the parents are surprisingly lenient with their 12 year olds love interest.

Did I mention the main family is made up of seven siblings? With chaotic relationship levels that far surpass anything going on in Riverdale (Okay, in Riverdale season 1). Ya, this show had 9 main characters on average, sometimes it has more. In fact, the freaking 10th season has about as many non main family main characters as it does biologically related characters, because so many people had left the show. You know, because it was in its 10th season!

Now, rolling back around to CW classics this show pulled, we have the siblings dating other sets of siblings. That’s right folks this happens often, but the flat out funniest instance of it ever occurring is with our two older sisters, Mary and Lucy. Mary, cheats on her fiancé (Who deserves a hilarity trope mention all of his own) by snogging a fire man, who she later kind of dates, and then by pure chance, Lucy, ends up love at first sighting said fireman’s brother, after the brother, Kevin, runs into to the sisters at the airport (Because he’s a cop, and Lucy could not travel to save her life). The love at first sight is so strong, Lucy and Kevin end up engaged, after Kevin uproots his life for her after like three episodes of dating. I’m not kidding, not a half season after first meeting these two are engaged!

And this isn’t even the first love at first sight sibling marriage! In fact, it’s the longest of any of them! Because Lucy’s older brother Matt, love at first sight overnight marries his wife in the shows 6th season. He does this less than 2 seasons after it is implied he married his on again off again semi true love, Heather, who he once crashed the wedding of.

And he still isn’t the worst of them. Remember how I said Mary’s fiancé deserves his own hilarity, well here we are. Said fiancé, Wilson, was her high school boyfriend, who was a teen father and widower Mary first met back in the shows 1st season (When Matt met Heather, funny enough). Well after many a boyfriend mishap (Including that found family member Robbi, see above) and a brief instance of stealing Lucy’s boyfriend, Mary ends up back with Wilson, and even engaged to him. But, see above, cheats and back and forths with Lucy’s future brother in law, Ben. And yet still, the guy she ends up marrying, isn’t in any way shape or form connected to any of the previously mentioned love interests. No no, her future husband, Carlos, shows up out of the blue and she shot gun marries him, briefly considers an annulment, than gives up after falling in love. Her and Carlos, end up with three children by the end of the shows 11th season.

What the heck was this show?

Simon, the sweetest and most clever of the siblings for about 4 seasons before the show forgets how to write him (A CW classic if there ever was one), also has some wedding drama of his own in later seasons, but as I like to pretend his character arc ended with his middle school girlfriend and clever money keeping skills half way through season 4, I won’t try and remember that few seasons of total soap opera crap.

There’s also Ruthie, the youngest daughter, (Who’s character arc might be the absolute worst of the entire show, even worse than Simon’s), almost made it out alive from this seeming sibling curse of stupidity. But she didn’t, and with the brief exception of her frankly sickly sweet relationship with Peter in seasons 7 and 8 (See above); everything seasons 9-11 they do to her is, to put it simply, painful and horrendous. Not only do they ruin a smart, kind, well rounded, and briefly referenced to be highly intelligent (They actual send her to a fancy private school, on scholarship, for a season and a half in season 5, before sending her back to Public school and forgetting this character trait), but they even tried to write her brief few months in a prestigious boarding school in Scotland (They fucking sent her to Scotland, where it is highly implied she got back with Peter at, because he moved there) as being a selfish and snotty choice. She’s selfish for wanting to learn and be educated in a foreign country, ya this show does higher education dirty for Ruthie while trying to push it for Mary and confusingly forcing it through Simon’s and Lucy’s plot lines in later seasons. Inconsistent writing, another CW classic.

To throw in some more, I’m just gonna list some of the craziness. Matt wedding crashes in the shows 3rd season. Annie (The mother of the main Camden family) has twin sons, Sam and David, also in the shows 3rd season (these twins have an 8 year age gap with Ruthie, the previous youngest). Lucy, Mary, and Matt have 7 children between them, including two sets of twins, by the end of the shows 11th season, ya how the heck the writers managed that I have no idea. Lucy’s husband, Kevin, ends up being quite rich, a fact not mentioned until he and Lucy are almost married. Simon at one point ends up hitting and killing a boy with his car (Ya, the later seasons really do his character dirty, has my anger about this been made clear yet?), this results in trauma, him getting sent to college early, and the ultimate downward spiral of his character arc. Oh, and how could I forget that Mary was a basketball star but ended up loosing her scholarship after she was arrested for vandalizing her school in anger over sports drama.

So to recap; relationship drama, check; arrests, check; murder, check; pregnancies, check; boys and girls can’t be friends without falling in love, check; seeming never ending levels of plot convenience, check; common old character returns, check. And, last but certainly not least, sucky character arc decisions because the writers have run out of ideas, check!

I hope this little spiral about a near three decade old TV drama has been educational and entertaining to all those who read it. And, in case it wasn’t clear, I have a personal biased for Ruthie and Simon, and a slight adoration for Ruthie and Peter; and Lucy and Kevin.

#the cw #riverdale #7th heaven #ruthie camden #simon camden #lucy camden #ah the insanity that was this show

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cant-icle · 2 years

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Yes PLEASE talk about pokemon! if anyone says "no dont" i use my Follower Powers to smite their vote instantly and replace it with 2 votes for "yes do it!!!"

Also i feel like persona and pokemon kind of Hold Hands anyway. they are adjacent! they vibe! :)

(: okay

so like obviously i have no spoons ever at all anymore because my life is in shambles but things have been looking up enough lately that i've cycled back to my semi-annual obsession with pokemon. its always there in the background don't get me wrong but at times like now i have the spoons to poke at things.

also my good friend tv writes the most wonderful pokemon fic (read eldritch and zonnia especially zonnia the more people love on zonnia the closer i get to finding out what the fuck is in the ocean over there) and their worldbuilding is just so fucking inspiring. i just said a lot about zonnia but tv is literally creating a whole pokemon biosphere and it fills me with joy and also thoughts

have you ever wondered why humans can't go in a pokeball? i know somewhere in the lore there's been legends that like humans and pokemon diverged from a single ancestor but i genuinely don't think that's right. i think i have a fair case to make that humans are not originally from the dimension that pokemon live in.

why do i think this? well let me lay out my conspiracy string web for you

pardon my thoughts for jumping around i have had a long day and i am very tired. this is basically nothing but wordvomit but its word vomit that i love turning in my head

so i've been putting together a timeline of pokemon history for reasons and things. i really wanted to know about all of the most mega massive historical events, especially regarding the clashes of the titans. there's a gap between "arceus creates the universe" and "humans are first mentioned" that is very interesting to me.

there is evidence of cyclical rise and fall of civilizations. ancient ruins, ancient technology, ancient writing. ancient submarine. archeologists in the pokemon world must have so much fun. what this means to me is that every so often either humans destroy themselves or the legendaries rise up and destroy just enough of everything that civilizations are reduced to survival instead of thriving again.

i recently read a book called nightfall by good ol sci fi man isaac asimov; basic pretense is that the world is constantly lit by a combination of six suns but every few thousand years the suns align perfectly to deprive half the world of light for 24 hours (like a normal day night cycle here). everyone who looks at the stars goes fucking nuts. ever been out in the country and looked up at the sky and had so much existential dread and felt like you were falling up into the sky? no? just me? okay anyway what i was saying is that everyone went fucking insane and destroyed everything, except for a few people that managed to avoid the sky and the insanity by like locking themselves in a room or whatever.

this isn’t a perfect 1-1 obviously but we have sooooooooooooo many documented instances of legendaries and mythical pokemon just breaking so much shit all the time

now:

the games are very adamant that you are a child. the lore is very adamant that pokemon who do not wish to be caught, will not be caught with your standard pokeballs (which is all you are ever provided, aside from the master ball, which is a fuckery i can’t get into at the moment). you as a child are able to catch titans and legendaries and the being who fucking created the universe. arceus sends you as a child 300 years into the past to fix an issue someone else made.

this is where the strings get tenuous but that’s okay this is my sandbox and i get to play in it

there has to be a reason for it, right? that legendaries come under the care of children. that legendaries allow themselves to be caught and partnered with adolescents.

aside for a moment:

so what i mainly want to focus on eventually is that 3000 years ago two specific momentous things occured.

1) the Kalos war (which i need to read up on more)

2) the darkest day (which i also need to read up on more to make sure my facts for both are correct)

now there may have been a few years in between these events but in the timeline of things thats inconsequential.

there are also instances of humans eventually turning into pokemon (see: ghost pokemon etc) and a lot of ghost pokemon lore is tied into humanity too. i think that maybe a few million few hundred thousand few tens of thousands of years ago ghost pokemon might not have been a thing, or might have been suuuuuuper rare. notably for this is claydol, which, also notably, was created around the same time that eternatus lands.

eternatus is very incredibly extremely palpably not from this world. so not from this world that its existence in galar has lead to some extreme fuckery. the ability to dynamax, for one. gigantamaxing, too; i think its eevee pikachu and meowth that can gigantamax? and if they have the ability they are no longer able to evolve. eternatus can control the ability to dynamax, either forcing it onto pokemon or keeping them from dynamaxing. this is because the ability to dynamax comes from basically tiny shed particles of its body saturating the land. you come into contact with one of those pieces almost immediately in game and can then dynamax your pokemon.

you can’t dynamax a human.

even the horrid poison dragon from out of space can dynamax. everything down to the littlest caterpie can dynamax.

but humans cant.

humans have been on the earth for millions of years at that point. they’ve evolved and adapted the same way other pokemon have done so. but they’re still completely unaffected by this one thing that affects every single pokemon in the region.

isn’t that funny? isn’t that curious.

tl;dr i posit that arceus brought humans into this universe for legendaries to use as proxies so they didn’t keep fucking destroying the world every so often. yeah sometimes they still do but its a much lower instance than it could be

#pokemon #im so tired and my new night meds are working so well #too well im sleepy #zzz goodnight

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nikoruistyping · 2 years

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The Green Dress || Andrew Garfield

Boyfriend!Andrew Garfield x Fem!reader

Prompt: This was a special request from my best friend who was too shy to ask but I decided that I wanted to make her wish come true for her birthday since she has been recently thirsting for Andrew so I came to deliver her some fluffy spice of her mans along with some clearly obvious song references to Green Green Dress

Summary: Your getting ready for your one year anniversary with your boyfriend Andrew but he gets easily distracted by your green dress and one thing leads to another soon after...

TW: Fluff, Semi Smut, Established Relationship, Kissing/Making Out, Suggestive Adult Language/Allusion to having Sex, Playful Banter, Aftercare/Cuddles, Semi-Nudity

Word Count: 2,053

A/N: I had a lot of fun trying to fit in as many references to the lyrics in the song and over all I hope you enjoy it (you know who you are)! Happy bday and I hope its good enough for my poopy 2am writing attempt to make a quick little fic to quench your thirst.

You twirled around once more as you looked into the mirror admiring the deep green velvet dress that wrapped your body. It truly was such a lovely dress as the velvet seemed to hug your body in all the right places. The twenty buttons on the back that seemed to go straight down your spine were all perfectly aligned. The straps made it possible for the dress to well...carry the weight of your heavy chest. Your hands smoothed over the parts that seemed to fold just slightly, you wanted to look perfect for your date tonight. You had been texting back and forth with Andrew ever since he paid for your Starbucks coffee because you had foolishly forgotten your wallet that day and you desperately needed a coffee to get through the workday. Smiling at the thought as you remembered how you first met him and you glanced over at your alarm clock seeing that it was almost eight o’ clock. You certainly didn't want to be late and not for this date since today was a particularly special day, it was your one-year anniversary with him.

You leaned in close to the mirror ruffling up the waves in your hair and smiling to show your teeth to make sure there was no lipstick or food in them. Once satisfied with how you looked, you shimmied your way to get your high heels, and bending down slightly you slipped them onto each foot.

The doorbell rang exactly as the clock had struck eight and you smiled to yourself knowing Andrew was a stickler for being extremely punctual and on time literally everywhere he went. The man even got cranky if you both were one minute late, so once the both of you started dating you had to clean up your time management act. You rush over to the door spinning in the process and grabbing your clutch, your hand landing on the doorknob and you swing the door open. You are greeted by your boyfriend hiding his face behind a dozen roses and once he sees you he peeks his head out from the side and you could have sworn his jaw must have dropped just by how drop-dead gorgeous you looked.

"So what do you think?" Your brow raises as he looks starstruck and he looks as if he is frozen or maybe malfunctioning even.

"Oh man, what that green dress does to me," He says the words feeling so natural falling from his lips. He takes the liberty to step inside your apartment and he finally hands over the roses to you with a smile.

"Seriously though, I could just unwrap you right now. You look amazing." He says with a smile as you take the roses and hold them close to your chest.

"Why thank you babe. You don't look too shabby yourself," You give him a cheeky wink while you eye him up and down looking at how fitted his suit looked on him, it was also hugging him in all the right places just like your dress was.

"Let me put these in water real quick and then we will leave for our reservation." You say making your way to the kitchen to grab a vase and fill it with water.

The way you were bending down to grab the vase the dress pushing and pulling across your body it was clear that Andrew wasn't really able to hold back when he could see your silhouette from behind. His eyes counted all twenty buttons and how he wanted to slowly undo each one on you right now, leaving you completely exposed.

"Ah yeah, that's fine babe...," He almost stuttered, his voice trailing off as his eyes wandered over your body and followed your every move as you ripped open the plastic film around the roses and separated them as you dropped each one into the vase.

"Take your sweet time..." His neck even cocking to the side trying to get the best view of you from behind, he bit his lip trying to hold in all the thoughts running through his mind.

As you were oblivious to what he was thinking from across the room you kept carrying on the conversation like normal while looking and smelling each rose dropping them one by one in the vase.

"You know I was thinking after dinner maybe we can take a walk by the pier? You know how much I love it there and it reminds me of the times we used to just sit and talk by the beach. You remember?" You ask turning your neck to the side to talk to him over your shoulder.

"Mhmm yeah...of course I remember babe. Hey um, can I crack a window open? I need some fresh air like now." Making his way to one of the apartment windows he quickly fumbled to slide the window open as he feels like he is running out of breath just from looking at you like that.

"Yeah sure. Babe, are you not feeling well?" You ask with concern in your voice finishing as you put the last rose in and you grab the vase and walk it over to the dining table, setting it right in the middle. Your head looked up at him and he was already loosening up his tie and you could almost hear how hard he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

"Oh it's nothing, I'm fine. Are you ready to go, love?" His leg shook impatiently while his fingers seemed to fidget.

"Hmm, are you sure you're fine? Let me see-" You had walked over to him and attempted to press the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer instead, your body pressing against his.

"No need to check at all, It just felt a little bit hot in here. Don't ya think?" His words rushed while he questioned you, his hands holding you from moving too much and blocking your only way to walk out of his arms. Clearly, something was wrong and you were going to find out before you left the apartment.

"Andrew, for god sake you’re acting weird! What is wrong? Just tell me what you’re thinking babe." You ask looking up at him as you could feel his eyes on you and you knew that glare from anywhere.

"I-I-," He stuttered and paused for a moment looking at you once more, his gaze went back to focus on your dress.

"I'm sorry Y/N, it's the green dress..." He shamelessly admitted under his breath, whispering it almost and your brows furrowed in confusion while you steeped back and away from him, your hand on your hip.

"And what exactly is wrong with the dress Andrew? I thought you said I looked amazing?" Your tone of voice was clearly in utter shock yet confusion that something could be wrong with your dress when you carefully had picked it hoping he would really like it. Was it ugly and he just didn't want to tell you?

"Yes exactly! You look so amazing that I'm actually just shamelessly turned on right now! I literally forgot what was on my mind because I couldn't stop staring and I want to unbutton every single button on your dress, strip it off your body, and get in between your thighs to do god knows what else to you." His voice rose in volume with every confession of the ideas he had to do with your body, you didn't want to admit it but now that you knew what he was thinking, you started to become flushed, your face turning red at the thought.

"Oh...so that's what the green dress does to you?" You question doing a slow spin for him as your hands caressed your body seducing and enticing him all at once. Your fingers pass over your curves and squeeze them through the fabric of your dress.

His eyes were wandering again except this time he acted on instinct walking over to you without hesitation and his hands quickly found their way to grip your waist. He immediately pulled you closer in one swift movement and you fell right into his arms, your hands finding the nape of his neck and your fingers raking themselves through his hair. Your breath hitched at how fast he moved his one hand to cup your cheek and bring you into a passionate kiss. The way his lips moved against yours it was clear that this man was hungry and it wasn't for food, it was for you. Your lips were locked with his, tounges pushing and pulling against each other as a small moan had slipped out of your mouth the more he kept pulling you in. Running out of breath you pull away slowly, biting your bottom lip as his forehead leaned against yours.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" You say in between heavy breaths your hands made their way back to his chest, resting there as you needed a minute to recollect yourself.

"Cancel the dinner. We are ordering take-out." He said without a hitch at all, almost as if it was a command.

"Now how about you show me what you were talking about when you said you wanted to be in between my thighs." A small smirk grew on your face as he just crashed his lips back into yours.

His hands slid down to your waist once again as his fingers embedded themselves in the velvet of your dress and he slowly but surely hiked up the fabric just enough for his hands to wander underneath. A gasp had escaped your lips in between sloppy kisses you felt his hands squeeze your ass as if signaling for you to jump up and you certainly did what you were told. Without breaking the kiss what so ever you looped your arms around his neck as you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist and he walked the both of you in the direction to your bedroom.

A couple of hours later...

You peek over the edge of the bed, your body naked and rolling around in the fabric of your sheets smiling at the now discarded green dress that laid on the floor. Who knew what the power of a green dress had on your boyfriend.

"Well, clearly by the looks of it I need to start buying more green dresses if this is how it's going to go every time I wear one." You say rolling over to look at your boyfriend who had the worst case of bedhead but still with that goofy little smile of his on his face.

"What can I say? The green dress just sparked something in me," A smug smirk on his face as his hand cupped your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he looked you in the eyes and was just admiring your beauty.

"You really did look absolutely stunning, love." His smirk turned into a smile as his hand had met yours and his fingers intertwined with yours.

"You also looked very dashing, I will admit that."

"Happy one year my love and I hope for many more to come." His lips kiss the back of your hand gently and he peppers kiss all the way up your arm, pulling you slowly closer to his side of the bed as his nose seemed to nuzzle into your neck kissing softly the sensitive spot of skin that he had left his mark on early.

Your hand cradled his head closer to you as he seemed to be nestling into your side and holding you close as the both of you cuddled in bed together patiently waiting for Chinese take-out to arrive at your door. Your fingers slowly traced patterns into his scalp as he lifted his head up slowly from your neck and his nose nuzzling and touching yours as his face came closer to yours.

"Happy one year babe and I also hope for many more years to come and maybe a few more green dresses along the way." You say with a chuckle as the both of you laughed at the thought and your lips had found his, slowly and tenderly kissing him as you wanted to enjoy every single moment with him and you hoped for many more just like this in the near future.

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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mile high - Daniel Ricciardo x reader x Max Verstappen

in which you and Daniel attempt to sneakily join the mile high club only to realize his best friend had heard you two, it should be awkward but sharing is caring after all

any feedback greatly appreciated <33

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: semi public sex (as usual) praise kink, pain ? kink, slight choking, language, dirty(ish) talk, masturbation, nicknames, ehm yeah

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Your and Daniels sex life was anything but boring.

You were both adventurous and spontaneous which led to some pretty wild sexual stories, like the time he fucked you minutes before he had to go onto the podium, or the time you gave him a handjob under the table at some boring fancy dinner. He always made sure you were comfortable and vice versa. So it came to no surprise to you when, in the middle of the long flight home from a race (on Max’s private plane might you add) he had seemingly innocently grabbed your thigh and kneaded the flesh between his fingers.

Excitement immediately bubbled throughout your body, but you knew you couldn't go any further, you were sat only a few seats away from Max who was the only other person on the plane. You shot a warning glance in Daniels direction and continued to flick through the magazine in your hand. You heard your boyfriend sigh deeply next to you, his hand beginning to trail up your thigh and you couldn’t help but peek down at his tattooed hand.

Daniel had recently found out that his tattoos had an effect on you and ever since then he wouldn’t let it go, using it to his advantage while teasing you and once again he had succeeded. A grin spread wide on his face as he watched your head fall back on the headrest, your lips parted and a content sigh left them, urging Dan to continue his movements. “See i knew you wanted this, princess” he whispered into the crook of your neck.

You pushed his face away from you with your hand and grimaced when he licked a bold stripe up it. “We cant have sex when your best friend is sat practically right behind us!” you scolded, rubbing your hand across your jeans to rid yourself of his saliva.

“I didn't say it had to be here” he shot back.

You rolled your eyes at him,“I wouldn't put it past you.”

Daniel laughed at your remark and sat up in his seat, sparing a glance in Max’s direction who had big headphones covering his ears and seemed to be sound asleep, curled up in his seat.

Daniel didn't give you any time to argue, instead he grabbed your hand and led you towards the small, cramped bathroom. “Are we really joining the mile hile club right now?” you teased as he pushed you onto the small counter.

Your back pressed against the mirror, the coolness causing goosebumps to rise all over your body.”You really need to learn how to shut up sometimes, sweetheart” Daniel muttered and you smirked at his words.

“Make me”

It was so cliche, but it worked and Daniel crashed his lips against yours, your head was pushed back into the mirror and the slight pain that erupted at the contact was pushed away by the feeling of pleasure. His hands began roaming your body, something that you usually loved but found pointless at that very moment. You grabbed his hand, halting its path into your underwear and placed his fingers into your mouth.

You looked up at him with wide eyes and to your surprise he scoffed at you.”Don’t act all innocent when im literally about to fuck you into oblivion with my best friend right outside the door”

“Into oblivion? That's a big promise” you teased. You knew it was a blow to his ego but it always resulted in the most intense, pleasurable sex.

“You really think right now is the best time to be a brat?” he reasoned. God he was so hot when he was angry.

You grabbed his chin with your hand and pulled his face closer to you, his hands came to rest on the counter on either side of your body. “I just think you need a reality check, love, that's all” you shrugged.

You squealed in delight when he roughly pulled you off the counter and turned you around in his arms, he grabbed a fitstfull of your hair in his hand and forced you to look at him through the mirror. “Now i'm going to have to force you to watch as i ruin you”

You moaned at his words, feeling wetness already pool at your core, your arms automatically trailed up to grab at Daniels arms but he swatted them away, grunting madly in your ear.

“I think you lost the privilege to touch me, princess”

You could tell he was mad and when he grabbed your hands with one of his own, holding them tightly behind your back as he littered kisses across your neck, you knew were done for.

His other hand moved to unbutton your jeans, he pulled them down, along with your underwear and didn't hesitate to play with your folds. “Dan, please just -”

You gasped when he pulled your head back to rest on his chest, he removed his tight grip from your hands and you didn't waste any time before grabbing onto his forearm. Daniel paid no mind to the tight squeeze you gave him, completely disregarding his previous statement and used his other hand to muffle the rest of your sentence, “I don't want to hear you right now, princess” he scolded.

You moved your arms behind your body to pull his trousers down, stopping momentarily at the hiss he let out but continuing on with your movements when he didn't stop you. You rubbed him through his boxers and smiled triumphantly when he released his grip from your mouth to grip onto the counter. You were once again trapped between his arms but had no complaints, his mouth was positioned right next to your ear, the moans that he let out at your touch fueled you and you slipped your hand into his boxers to continue stroking him.

“Fuck” he groaned directly in your ear, your eyes rolled back at the sound and Daniel smirked at your reaction.

You noticed his change in stance and knew fully well he was enjoying this so you hurried your movements and you freed him from his boxers, rubbing him between your folds. Daniel's hand was on its way to stop you from going any further but froze mid-air and instead of falling back down onto the counter, he snaked his arm around your chest and squeezed your breast.

You were taken by surprise when he abruptly rolled his hips forward but a moan still left your lips when he stretched your walls. “Fuck dan you - youre so good to me” you moaned out.

If there was anything that Daniel loved more than sex itself, it was the praises that left your lips while you were having sex, he wasn’t going to tell you that of course, but he had a feeling you already knew.

“You don't need to sound so surprised, sweetheart”

God he was cocky, and god you loved it.

You arched your back when he suddenly pounded roughly into you, your arm moved to rest on the door, causing it to move along with the both of you. “Shit dan, right there”

“Right here, darling?” he asked as he repeated his actions once more, a cocky grin plastered on his face when he heard his name repeatedly tumble from your lips.

As much as he loved the noises you made during sex, he knew Max was just behind the door, most likely listening into your current activities. “You're going to have to try to be quiet, princess. Can you do that for me?” he asked in your ear, you shook your head, letting more moans fall from your lips.

Daniel was both frustrated and turned on, but as your nails dug into his forearm he stopped to care. Your noises fueled him more than he'd care to admit.

“You just fuck me so good, Daniel” you sighed in responce to his question. You could see Daniel nodding his head in the mirror as he fucked you from behind and you couldnt take your eyes off him. He was right, he was going to ruin you.

“Good girl”

You could tell he was close from the way he scrunched up his eyebrows and his moans became more and more frequent. Desperate to reach your own release, your hand trailed down your stomach to rub your clit.

Daniel was almost insulted by your actions and swatted your hands away with a frown on his face. You looked up at the mirror in shock, only to see a deeply frustrated Ricciardo staring back at you. “That” his eyes moved down to your core “is mine,” he spoke as he delivered a particularly precise thrust, reaching the spot that you needed him the most.

Your eyes rolled back and your head fell down on his chest. “Fuckkkk” you groaned.

“That's what i thought” He muttered, tapping his fingers against your mouth, letting you lubricate them before circling them around your clit. You knew it wasn’t going to be long until the knot in your stomach unraveled and decided to just enjoy the state of euphoria that you were in.

“Ah shit” you heard from behind the doors, you quickly glanced at Daniel in the mirror, your eyes wide while he choked back his laughter.

“Was that-”

You didn't get to finish your sentence as your eyes rolled back, flashes of light playing behind them when you finally let go. You could feel Daniels' weight on you as you leaned against the counter trying to regain your breath. You winced when he finally pulled out of you, but you made no effort to move, relishing in the cold surface of the counter top. You knew Daniel was moving behind you and smiled at the feeling go him rubbing tissue paper between your thighs , placing a kiss on them before putting your underwear back in place.

“He definitely heard” you mumbled, jumping around to put your jeans back into place.

Daniel just shrugged in response, “is that so bad?”

You whipped around to look at him, he seemed almost shy at his words and you couldn't decipher what he meant. You didn't know if the sheepish shrug he threw your way excited you or frightened you but you didn't want to find out and opened the door instead.

You weren't ready for the image that greeted you outside the door.

Max was breathless, his cheeks flushed and his chest raising up and down with his harsh breathing. He looked almost amused and he watched you and Daniel emerge from the cramped toilet. You couldn't help but bite your lip under his intense gaze, “Everything good?” he smirked, raising his eyebrow as he looked you up and down before locking his eyes with your own.

You gulped in response, Daniel was standing right next to you yet he hasn't made a sound since leaving the toilet. “Yep” You choked out as you scratched your neck, a nervous habit you had picked up over the years.

The next few minutes were full of silence, Daniel and Max spent them staring at each other, almost like they were communicating with their eyes alone and you felt entirely out of place.

“Look Max, i'm just going to be straight with you, I’m sorry we -

You cut yourself off when Max stood up from his seat to take a step closer to you, the warmth that Daniel had emitted from behind you suddenly disappeared and you couldnt help but feel nervous infront of the Redbull driver.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart” Max spoke as he walked closer and closer to you, “ and if we're being honest with each other, I quite enjoyed it”

Your eyes involuntarily dropped down, you quickly noticed his quite obvious hard on and glanced around the room in search for Daniel, who was leaning against the wall smirking at the pair of you.

He nodded when you made eye contact with him, so you turned back to Max. “I - erm - “ you stuttered, not at all used to his advances and suddenly flustered by the attention he was showing you.

“What's wrong princess? Do i make you nervous?” he asked, staring deeply into your eyes as he tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“Just a little”

You could hear Daniel's quiet chuckle from the side, it usually made you weak at the knees but instead it was the smirk that Max threw in your direction that caused you to wobble forwards.

“Put your hands on her hips,” Daniel muttered and before you knew it, Max was standing directly in front of you, his hands on your hips and yours on his chest.

You could feel his breath fanning across your face and your heart began racing in your chest. You glanced over at Daniel, worry written all over your face. “I trust you Y/N,” he smiled as he took a seat, “I trust you both.”

That's all Max needed. He pulled your face into him and connected your lips. The kiss was much more tender than the ones you shared with Daniel and you realized he was just as nervous as you were.

You grinned into him and pulled on his hair, the grunt that he let out replaced any of the remaining awkward tension with pure sexual tension. You could feel his hands roaming around your body and let him explore you as you littered kisses across his neck. Your own hands moved under his shirt and pulled it over his head. His hands unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them down to the floor, he tapped on your thighs, mumbling a “jump” into your mouth before hoisting you up.

It was a weird sensation, straddling Max Verstappen right next to your boyfriend as he looked on and practically guided you both but who were you to complain?

You rolled your hips against him, causing a beautiful moan to escape Max’s lips. You were practically naked on top of him while he was half dressed underneath you which caused you to groan in frustration. The friction caused by the movement of his jeans against your barely clothed core provided your overly stimulated clit with enough pleasure to forget about your frustrations.

“Fuck” you moaned, contining the movements of your hips, resulting in a satisfied grunt leaving Daniels lips.

“I really thought you couldn't get any more sexier, princess, but seeing you do that from this angle - fuck!” Daniel whistled, he couldnt help himself anymore and shoved his hand into his boxers, firmly stroking hinmself as he stared right at you. You bit your lip at the sight and rolled your hips once more, the movement of his hand spreading up with the rolling of your hips. You completely forgot about Max, lost once again in the trance that Daneil always seemed to put you in.

Max, on the other hand, was furious and clearly expressed his frustration when he grabbed your neck and pulled you into him, sloppily connecting your lips and applying light pressure to your neck. You moaned into his mouth and, in desperation to hurry things up, unbuttoned his trousers. He aided you in pulling them down and you quickly grabbed him and sank down onto him.

All your senses were heightened and you knew from only a few rolls of your hips that you weren't going to last. You were overwhelmed, you were still sensitive from the sex you just had with your boyfriend, you were also turned on by the fact he was jacking off next to you at the sight of you riding his best friend, you could hear the frustrated grunts that he let out and there was nothing that turned you on more that the noise of him.

You locked your eyes once more with Max to find him already staring at you in awe. “I - fuck - i dont think im going to last very long” you admitted, you had to place your hands on his shoulders to stablize yourself, completely halting your movements when Max began thrusting up into you.

“Trust me, Y/N, i was never going to last long with you”

You wrapped yourself around him, letting him do all the work. He thrusted into you at a rapid place and placed millions of kisses over your chest. You pulled on his hair when you felt the all too familiar knot build up in your stomach and the groan that he let out was enough for you to come undone for the second time that day.

The plane was full of your panting, Daniels grunts and Max’s moans and you couldn't help but feel bad for the pilot.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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total opposites

You and Toge swap bodies after encountering a fairytale curse, and similar to its origin, it also takes a fairytale method to break it.

REQUEST. body swap au + best friends to lovers

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight crack fic, some cursing, implications of nsfw but nothing explicit, just Toge being a not-so closet pervert, usual best friend bickering, reader is fem bodied, unedited story (I should stop saying this, everyone knows I don’t edit my stuff)

NOTES. I enjoyed writing this, tysm for the request anon, this was really cute! definitely this is shooting up in one of my fav works ever (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You stretched your arms overhead, feeling great after sleeping in. It wasn’t common of you to sleep this late, but you and Toge had gone stargazing the night before. A smile made its way to your face as you reminisced him reciting rice ball ingredients, signing that he was telling poetry to ‘match the mood’ until you’d both fallen asleep on the soft blanket atop a hill.

You don’t remember how you made it back to your room, but figured that Toge had carried you back home before the sun rose. Making a mental note to thank your best friend later, you yawned as you padded out to your room, hands rubbing in circles at your stomach.

Hopefully breakfast would be amazing today.

The door next to you opened, revealing your younger classmate, and you frowned, because wasn’t Kugisaki your next door neighbour? Well, whatever, he, Yuuji, and Kugisaki might’ve taken advantage of the rare, peaceful weekend that they probably had a movie marathon the night before.

“Morning, Megumi!” you greeted, coughing a bit when you sounded off, throat a little horse and itchy. At the sound of your voice, Megumi stilled in his tracks, eyes wide at you. His comical expression had you barking in laughter, shooting finger guns his way as you wiggled your eyebrows. “Ey, be a good dog and bark for me, will you?”

Semi-visible sonic waves drifted like waves after one another out your mouth. Megumi scowled before he froze the next second, ears perked up and backside wagging in replacement of a tail. “Woof woof!”

“What the hell?” you reeled back in slight disgust, your underclassman’s cheeks burning red. Then, your lips grazed against a soft cloth, making you look down.

You blinked back once. Twice. You were definitely...built different today. Curiously, you tugged at the zipper peaking out from your black collar, the familiar zhoop sound of the zipper burned into your memory after hearing your best friend do it countless times before.

In front of you, Megumi screeched – the most noise he’d made ever since you met him – his jaw dropped open while you – or rather Toge stood at the end of the hallway, his hands squeezing at your breasts that were still under last night’s pyjamas. You blinked back once. Then twice, steam pouring from your nose when Toge, in your body, pointed at his body.

“Oh, oh!” your scream bounced off the hallways hard enough that Panda slammed his door open, about to tell everyone to shut up when your voice let out a high-pitched scream.

“What are you doing in my body?!”

Looking down at where Toge was pointing, you were greeted by the sight of his dark uniform and sock clad feet, your chest replaced with hard muscles instead of the soft flesh. You turned to Toge with a stupefied look that mirrored his, both of you falling on the ground with fists pounding on the hardwood floor.

“I’m a fucking girl!” he cried out, whether out of happiness or frustration, it was hard to tell.

Meanwhile, you zipped his collar back up, tugging at his off-white hair as you forced yourself to remember his limited vocabulary. “BONITO FLAKES!”

Now you understood Toge’s frustration of being a cursed speech user.

“Bonito Flakes” definitely did not hold the same fury as “FUCK” did.

“You and I need to set down some boundaries,” you signed to him, brows pulled together. Toge seemed to be enjoying this sudden body swap a lot more than you did since he hadn’t stopped posing in the mirror the moment you pushed him back to your room, locking it shut to get some privacy. “You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to shower, do you understand?”

Toge scowled at your words, sassy as ever with his hands placed on his hips, buttocks jutted out. You hated, absolutely hated that he used your body this way because this time you couldn’t even laugh – not when seeing your body felt this awkward.

“You would really rather me stink?”

“You can’t undress too! Ever! Or if you will, your eyes better be closed. No peeking too!”

“Y/N, you and I grew up together. I’ve already seen everything,” he rolled his eyes, earning him a hard slap from the arm. Considering he was a lot more muscular than you were, your hit came a lot harder. “Ow!” he protested, rubbing the sore spot that ached, only to laugh at the sounds emitting from his lips. “Wow, I have to admit that this is really fun though. I’m actually talking,” he announced, “Hey, say salmon for me.”

“Bonito flakes!” you shook your head, “The moment Principal Yaga is back, we’re going to talk to him, okay? I don’t want to be stuck in your body any longer!”

“Please, you’re lucky you get to feel me up,” he winked at you, taking your (his) hands to flatten it on his stomach. “Come on, come on, feel my abs!” Whack. “Would you please stop slapping me? Your body is a lot more delicate than mine and my hands are – stop slapping me!”

Feeling bad for your friend and not wanting to abuse your body too much, you raised your hands in surrender with a roll of your eyes. “I can’t take you seriously with that voice. You’re too cute.”

“Complimenting ourselves now, aren’t we?” he scoffed, “Well, whatever, you are cute, especially when you’re angry. Such a shame I can’t see you do that right now because my handsome face is looking back at me.”

“I won’t hesitate to choke you, my friend.”

“You wouldn’t. You adore your body too much,” contrary to his words, Toge pulled a defensive stance. You threw a pillow at him, to which he easily dodged, clutching at the hem of your pyjamas afterwards. “Speaking of bodies, I really need to pee.”

“Hold it!”

“Are you insane? I’m not holding it, you’re going to kill us both!”

“Fine, I’ll take you to the rest room then,” you tugged at the hood of your shirt, pushing him inside the communal female restroom. Toge stood in the middle shock still, evidently flustered at the stalls and lack of urinals. You flicked a finger on his forehead, finger pointed to a stall. “Go pee. That’s my body – I need to make sure you’re not going to do anything weird with it.”

“I thought you trusted me, friend. Why would you think I’d touch you that way?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look. “You jack off every fucking night, Toge. I can hear you even from the next hallway. Plus, you’re a horny teenage male, who’s to say you wouldn’t be curious and try to see what female masturbation feels like?”

His eyes lit up at the idea, fist coming down to bounce at the palm of his hand as he nodded. “That’s actually a good idea—”

“Don’t you even dare.”

“What?!” you and Toge both exclaimed. He faced you with utter horror written on his face and you gasped, slapping both palms over your lips.

“It is true,” Principal Yaga affirmed with a grim look on his face. He’d recently got back to fetch your troublesome Gojo-Sensei who’d been caught starting a ruckus in Roponggi while women flocked around him, leading to your principal to haul his ass back to the school grounds. “Some curses are manifested through daily objects, and sometimes even through nature. That shooting star you saw was an example of that.”

“But is kissing really necessary?” Toge queried with a wary gaze sent your way.

“It’s a fairytale curse. It can only be broken through a true love’s kiss.”

“But sir, Toge and I have never dated anyone before. How can we miraculously fall in love with someone to break this curse overnight?”

“It doesn’t have to happen overnight. Sometimes, a simple crush will do,” Principal Yaga sighed, scratching his bald head with his face pulled deep in thought. “Y/N, you have a crush on Gojo-Sensei right? I’m going to kill him if he actually kisses you – and knowing that damn brat he might if you ask him – but I think a kiss on the cheek will suffice. For now, you both just have to...broaden your relationships. Maybe go out on dates.”

“I don’t mind that. In fact, I’m going to have the time of my life,” Toge cheered, his mood dampening once he saw you stiffen. “But my body is...”

Knowing full well that he’d get insecure over his lack of speech again, you glared at him hard enough that your best friend straightened up, lips puckered out in a pout as if you hadn’t just caught him talking badly about himself again when you’ve told him countless times he was perfectly fine the way he was.

It made you sigh, feeling slightly bad that until now he still couldn’t see himself the way you saw him – not that you’d ever vocalize this; Toge would never shut up (in the best way he could) if he had the slightest idea what went inside your head.

“You’re lucky you have a pretty face. Otherwise, it’s going to be impossible for anyone to like you,” you teased instead, somewhat flustered at your indirect compliment.

Toge merely scoffed at you, his gaze burning and hard, contrasting the teasing little shit grin he wore. “Oh, please, if I wasn’t the cursed speech user, I would’ve banged—”

“Kids!” Principal Yaga threw his dolls at you hard, the both of you clutching at your heads in pain. How were those dolls as heavy as rocks? “Take your bickering back to your rooms please. No more of this mess and noise. It’s late.”

You frowned at the old man, face pleading as you signed, “Principal Yaga, can’t we really do anything else? Aren’t there any techniques to undo this?”

You and Toge knew that combination so well – pitch black eyes, jaw clenched, lips pursed and palms interlaced under his chin – one that meant his words were final and irrevocable. None of you could argue or suggest more solutions the moment the words left his lips like an ultimate decree. “The technique is the kiss. Now leave.”

You and Toge tried, you both really did.

But following Principal Yaga’s suggestion of dating others had turned out to be a complete fail – even with your normal body and Toge’s physical charisma.

It simply didn’t work; not when Megumi ran away from you every time you tried to get him to kiss you with your arms wide open, and Toge wasn’t helping either by pushing Gojo-Sensei away from you every time the cheeky eyed teacher announced his willingness to help.

Eventually, you and your best friend had retired in his room, the scent of him coated all over his pillows and his shirt that you wore. That felt comforting, at least, and you buried yourself in the crook of your body’s neck, bodies tangled with one another.

Who knew dating could be so tiring?

A wave of irritation flashed over you from today’s events, knowing full well that this could’ve been avoided long ago. Scowling, you cuddled Toge closer, lightly flicking your fingers on your body’s chest. “This is your damn fault, Toge.”

“You were the one who asked me to stargaze with you.”

“You don’t always have to say no to everything I ask of you, you know.”

“You’re really dumber than I thought if you think I could easily say no to you,” he snorted above you, his chin resting atop your head. “I don’t have a lot of weakness because I’m a strong sorcerer—” another flick, a harsher one this time around. “Okay, okay, I’m just kidding! But I mean it though – you’re my best friend and my weakness. Of course I’d do anything to make you happy, even if it’s something as stupid as stargazing.”

“Hey!” you made a sound of protest in your throat, looking back at him with a frown. “It wasn’t stupid, it was romantic.”

Hell yeah, it was romantic indeed – your heart still skipped a beat every time you remembered Toge’s starry eyes matching the night sky’s beauty, the words salmon and mustard leaf surprisingly sexy every time it came from him. It was stupid – so fucking stupid – that you groaned into his chest to hide your flushed face.

“Yeah, I suppose it was.”

The room fell silent, your syncopated breathing soothing during this stressful times. Taking advantage of your voice, Toge began to hum, singing the songs you both had always listened to in the privacy of your room during lazy days. It brought a smile to your face as you clutched to him tighter, heart pounding in your chest as you gazed up at him, tapping his chin to get his attention. “Toge, can I say something weird?”

“Please, nothing you say surprises me anymore. Shoot.”

Your mouth began to dry as you cleared your throat in an attempt to hide your awkwardness, gaze pointedly averted from his prying ones. “You and I...we’ve known each other for a long time and we love each other. As best friends, of course.”

“Sheesh, friendzone much?”

“Would you please shut up and listen to me seriously for once?” you huffed, making him snicker, but nodded at you anyway to continue. “As I was saying – why don’t we kiss? It could be true love’s kiss.”

Toge didn’t speak for a good minute, the pregnant pause filling in the gap filled with tension. You taped his cheek, waving his hand in front of his eyes when he dazed out. When his gaze focussed back on you, Toge was surprisingly calm – although beneath that composed exterior, his mind had simply short-circuited. “If this is your way to get to make out with me, I’m going to sock you in the face.”

“Toge, I’m serious! Let’s kiss!”

“I don’t want to!” he shook his head indignantly, hiding his face by hugging you close to his chest instead.

“Why not? Don’t you want to swap back to your original body? Both of us haven’t showered in two days and I’m sick of the way you smell. You’re lucky I love you though, otherwise I’m going to cry. Come on, Toge, what’s holding you back?” you tried to fight back from his grip, but he’d surprised you both when he only squeezed you tighter, both your erratic heart rates matching the other.

“I said no.”

“Toge, it’s just a damn kiss, what’re you so afraid of?”

“I’m afraid that if we don’t swap back, then that means you don’t love me the way I love you!” he finally admitted, breathing hard before continuing. “Principal Yaga said it must be a kiss between lovers and not just platonic friends okay?” you attempted to scramble away from his arms again, and this time he let you, though he’d closed his eyes, cheek squished on the pillows as he murmured, “I don’t want you to reject me... even though I messed up already.”

“Wait,” you snapped your fingers to make him open his eyes, hesitant as you signed, “You...you love me that way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because my face is staring back at me and it’s fucking awkward – I wanted to see your face when I confessed!” he sat up with a frustrated groan, childishly kicking off the sheets of the bed as he clutched his head in his hands. “I had everything planned, okay? Nobara and Yuuji helped me think of everything because Megumi is shit when it comes to love. Listen, I was going to ask you on a candlelit date and then maybe kiss the life out of you – if you feel the same way—”

“Kiss me.” The body he possessed a victim of his own powers, Toge was left with no choice but to grab your face before his mouth pressed against yours, fingers entangled into the other’s hair. You were smiling into the kiss the whole time, barely able to recognize when Toge had shifted your bodies until you were under him, his hands running down your sides lovingly the whole time.

Pulling away to get some air, you opened your eyes, unsurprised when Toge laid above you, his strong arms planted beside your head.

Both of you were breathing hard from the passionate kiss filled with so much sexual tension and longing, your tongue darting out to swipe at his taste on your lips. The laughter that bubbled out of you was pure, wholesome and swollen like your heart. “I love you too, idiot.”

“Salmon!” Toge peppered your cheeks with kisses, pulling out more gleeful laughter from you, his playful and loving attacks more of a gift than a punishment. Once you’d recovered from your happiness – although really, who could recover after that? – Toge unzipped his collar, his smile nothing but wicked when he commanded, “Kiss me again.”

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jameui · 3 years

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SPECIAL PRESENT 2

Requested

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Jung Yunoh x College Student!M!Reader (featuring: Bestfriend!Lee Jeno)

GENRE: Fluff, Smut

WARNINGS: Unprotected intercourse, huge age gap, a lot of IMPORTANT flashbacks (i think), daddy kink, sex toys, overstimulation

SUMMARY: You were a striving student in Resonance High and had perfect records. Besides your devotion to your education, you were also gifted with a talent. All these stuffs making your sugar daddy, Jaehyun, proud of you, so he decided to give you a night you won't forget.

He gave Jeno an acknowledging nod for looking out for you for him and carried your smaller body with your legs wrapped around his waist like you were an eight year old. "You asleep, baby?" You buried your head on the crook of his neck and shook them 'no'. "Alright. Cause I don't want dinner going to waste." He made you giggle while you hugged his body tighter that were hanging over his shoulders.

He pulled the door to the passenger's seat and gently seats you down on the comfy chair. He closed the door for you before moving to his side of the car. The driver's. He got inside and made himself comfortable, just as you were putting on your seatbelt. "Are we good to go?"

"Yeap. I'm starving already." You said patting your tummy.

He chuckled with his deep voice that you always find so hot and fascinating. "Were you practicing 'til the late night, again?" He asked you, concern lingering on the tone of his voice.

"Yeah. I stayed with Jeno, though. He was a better mentor, in full honesty." You pouted. "Ah, right. The mentor told me I made him proud." You said like a puppy who was complimented by their owner.

"He did, huh?" He said, before he raised his hand from the steering wheel and patted your head. "I'm more proud of you." You smiled and felt all your insides go giddy as you wiggled cutely on your seat.

You drove through houses and past buildings before you arrived at the older man's house. You were in your first year of college when you ran away from your family's house and moved to a more far off place, somewhere they wouldn't be able to track you down. To support yourself, you rented a room in a boarding house, but had to eventually leave due to you having not enough money to pay for the rent. You tried so hard looking for a job and you did, but it didn't last long. Although, you were paid a good amount of money that helped you with your house renting and food. Of course, you found a very unstable job again, but was fired for your poor performance. Yet again, you were forced to leave the the place you rented and even thought of actually working at a gay bar. Not until you stumbled upon, your now bestfriend, Jeno who offered you a shared room with him in his apartment, which you gladly took.

Jeno was one of your coworkers that you never really got to interact with, so seeing now that he's your roommate, you had to eventually get to know him more and you two grew closer together, becoming the best of friends that you two are now. It was quite coincidental that you two were studying at the same university, so it was a shock for the both of you. You two were roommates 'til the end of your first year, when you met Jaehyun on that faithful day, who was generous enough to invite you to live under the same roof as him. At first, you were very hesitant, but with the agreement he had set between you two, who were you to refuse? Like you said before, you were only up for it because of the money and pleasure.

"Daddy?" You called out to him. In the agreement, you were free to call him anything you wanted if you two were in public, but when it's just the two of you, that nickname should be the one used AND only that. He hummed in reply as his eyes never left the rear view mirror, parking the car in the garage. "Do you ever... er, I know it's a very unnecessary question, but..." You chuckled with hurt on your voice. "... Do you ever get tired of me?"

Jaehyun didn't say anything after he had parked the car. You two only sat there, Jaehyun turning the car engine off, then sighed. "Baby, listen." You were once about to speak again, but he cut you off. "I want to tell you something." The tone in his voice made your heart beat faster, more scared than that recent experience at the dance studio. He held your hand, your eyes falling on them before trailing them up to Jaehyun's who was looking deeply into your E/c orbs. "Don't think of it badly, but a few days into the relationship, I really did thought I wish I shouldn't have met you."

And there it goes. The heartbreak you had always deserved, but his hold on your hand never loosened, rather it tightened and his eyes softening when he noticed your eyes start to prick with tears. "I said, don't think badly about it, M/n."

"How could I not when you're literally breaking my heart?!"

"Baby, let me explain." Jaehyun told you, you letting out a huff.

"Then, explain and if you want to end all this, then just say so. I don't want to get my hopes up." You whined and crossed your arms.

Jaehyun chuckled. "Before I met you, I was always on my desk. Every single day, thinking of nothing, but only work." You side eyed him and huffed, again. "But, now that you're here, you're the only person filling up that space in my mind. All I could ever think of was you and only you. Your smile, your sweet giggles, the way your voice sounded so angelic when you sing, everything about you spiraled in my head, neverending." He softly told you, putting a hand on your thighs that was clothed with the long pants you wore. "You never came to me as just a responsibility anymore. You were my top, number 1, only priority. Now, I regret ever thinking like that."

"Stop, you're gonna make me cry." You shoved your hand on his face to shut him up, to which the older resorted to tickling you. You bursted into fits of laughter not stopping until you two were finally out of breathe. Your eyes locked with each other, your chest heaving up and down, Jaehyun still yet to stop from his chuckling. Once his chuckling died down, you couldn't contain it in yourself anymore and hungrily pressed your lips on his, moving to his side of the car to straddle his thighs.

Jaehyun was taken by surprise from your sudden action, but replied quite faster than you thought. His hands slid down to your ass, kneading it through your pants making you moan in pleasure, Jaehyun using this as a chance to slip his tongue inside your wet cavern mixing his saliva with yours as he danced with your tongue, taking dominance very easily.

His hands went further up your body, sending tingles down your spine making you shudder in your place. He pulled away from your lips, a string of a transparent liquid connecting both of you, whilst his dark brown eyes gazing at you with nothing, but lust deep within those orbs that stared into your soul. "You look so sexy, baby." He told you, before he sloppily placed wet kisses on your jaw, down to your neck making sure to leave hickeys that will be visible for days. The contact of his soft lips on your skin made you sigh shakily from the pleasure he was giving you. He caressed your soft skin from under your large shirt and found its way up to your erect nipples that he always fondly played with whenever you found yourselves in this same exact situation.

An unconscious loud, high pitched noise came out of your mouth, Jaehyun swelling with pride as he smirked, teeth grazing the supple flesh of your neck. "D-daddy.. Mmnh~" You hummed out in pleasure, your hands tangling themselves on Jaehyun's unkempt hair, your head completely empty, but the thought of how the man made you feel so good. "Daddy~"

The way the nickname rolled out your tongue in a very sensual way, earned you a growl from the older male before he bit on that sensitive part of your skin making you scream out a loud moan. He licked on that same area, sucking on it while doing so. Your eyes were half lidded when you felt something under you poke your thighs. He was hard.

Teasingly, you traced your fingers over his clothed member and played with the tip to drive him over the edge. "Stop teasing, baby boy. You know what happens to bad boys, right?" He whispered seductively into your ears, his hot breathe hitting your skin briefly, a minty scent filling your nose.

"Yes, daddy." You nodded your head meekly.

"That's a good boy. Now get to work." He ordered you as you moved back towards your seat in a kneeling position and ducking down to become face to face with the male's crotch. Even from now, you still couldn't get over the fact how he was so huge and how long his dick was. You were still yet to learn how this will fit inside of you. "Come on, baby. Time's a wasting."

You nodded your head submissively and reached over the waistband of his sweatpants and peeled them off only to discover that he was bare on the inside, his sweatpants the only thing that kept his bottom half covered. "Did you expect this to happen, daddy?" You smirked, placing kitten licks on the tip of his semi-erect cock. "You're so hot, daddy." You said, looking up at him while you rested your head on his thighs.

"Baby, please." He begged of you, eyes furrowing.

You smirked before you trailed a small lick from his balls up to his tip, making Jaehyun groan throughout the time he entangled in his hand a fistful of your hair. You can't help, but let a moan slip past your tongue as you continued to place kisses on the head of his cock. You glanced up at him only to see him viewing you with so much lust in his eyes. You understood this as a sign to stop your teasing and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock taking in only a few inches that you could fit into your mouth, using your tongue that sent shivers down Jaehyun's spine as he groaned from the pleasure you gave him.

But, this time, you wanted to make him feel better. You wanted to know how far you can go. You were determined to exert yourself to your maximum limit, so you took all of his cock into your mouth, not even bothering how much you choked around his dick when he reached further down your throat. Upon this, Jaehyun howled. He didn't expect you to take him whole, since you were basically only playing with the head of his member, so this was rather unexpected. "That's right, baby. Make daddy feel good."

You helped yourself first to fully adjust to his size, swallowing around him that made your throat tighten causing to send pleasure through Jaehyun's nerves making him groan out in pleasure, hissing out cusses that made your ego swell with pride as you started to bob your head painfully slowly for Jaehyun's liking.

Occasionally you would look up at Jaehyun who had his head tilted backwards, eyes shut, sighing from the familiar sensation you gave him while he let you do your work. He would take his head back down to you, to peer over you who sucked on his dick like it was a lollipop. "Fuck, baby. Faster."

You followed his command and went a little faster, earning a groan from the lust filled male as he started to guide your head. You stilled yourself, giving him the signal that he can go at his own pace. And so he did. But, you didn't expect that he'd fuck your mouth at a very rough pace.

You held onto his thighs to balance yourself, your eyes rolling back from how much you felt good with just your mouth getting fucked by Jaehyun. The older male grunted and laughed darkly whispering a few curses, letting out chains of groans and sighs that he couldn't help from passing his lips.

His pace didn't stop from increasing its speed, until it became an animalistic pace that made tears fall from your eyes, face reddening at how much stimulation he had put on your mouth. "Fuck, fuck! Baby, your mouth feels so good!"

He peeked over you and saw your eyes staring back at him, as you felt his dick grow bigger in size from inside your mouth. Your eyes were both locked together as he continued to buck his hips inhumanely inside your mouth. "M/n~ Ah~" He moaned out your name, but he was still not near to reaching his climax as he continued to let himself fuck your mouth. You were sure your throat will be sore the day after, but you could careless. This felt like heaven to you and you didn't want anything to stop you.

He finally stopped his harsh movements, letting you move at a pace you can handle. You used your tongue to swirl around his cock, making Jaehyun hiss, knitting his eyebrows causing the small creases on his forehead to appear. "Hah..."

To drive him over the edge more, you continued to suck on the sensitive part of his cock, which was the tip that was now leaking with precum. You slid your tongue over the slit of the bulbous tip of his dick, tasting the saltiness of the juice he produced with your help.

He was so over his head, that he let out a loud curse when his phone started ringing. "Don't stop, baby." You complied, his hand intertwining with the strands of your hair. You repeated the routine and got no reaction from the older male, but you can clearly see that he was just trying to restrain himself from letting out a moan. Feeling challenged, you bobbed your head up and down on his dick going faster and faster each time his tip hit the back of your throat.

Jaehyun, who was still on his phone, smirked down at you at how needy you are for his attention. So, he placed his hands back to your hair and singlehandedly pushed you you even further that made you let out a choked out gasp, but gradually grew accustomed to it, after he gave your head one final push, burying his dick inside your mouth thick spurts of his cum travelling down your throat, some dripping down your mouth. He thrusted a few more times to ride out his high before he let you pull away with a loud pop.

He finally hung up the call and caressed your cheeks, leaning in to whisper. "You did great, baby." He smiled down at you and that's how you eventually fell asleep, forgetting about the dinner that Jaehyun had prepared for the both of you.

Nonetheless, Jaehyun fixed himself up and carried you to his room. He laid you down on the soft mattress of the bed, pulling the sheets over your body before he gives your forehead a small lingering kiss. "Sweet dreams, my little angel." He said, then got up to to turn the lights off, happily watching you sleep one last time, before he went downstairs to finish his work.

The morning after, just as expected, you felt a sting on your throat every time you swallowed or even talk making your voice sound hoarse from the sore throat you were having. Jaehyun kept on apologizing, even though you kept on telling him that it was alright and that it wasn't his fault, but he still insisted and promised you to cook your favorite meal for dinner. Knowing the taller male, you knew there was no way around this, so you just gave in and nodded your head. He was also kind enough to let you hide his bite mark.

"I didn't know your voice could go that deep." Jeno teased you, poking the side of your ribs.

You slapped his hands away. "Fuck you." Your voice came out airy and raspy, sound almost like a broken croak, making you sigh. "Gah... I feel like I shouldn't have—ah—done that a day before the performance." You said, wincing when you felt that rising pain on your throat as you rubbed them to try and ease the sting that was fucking killing you.

"Guess, it's good that I don't do the sucking." Jeno chuckled that made you widen your eyes.

"Who—"

"Lee fucking Jeno. AH!" A rather harsh sounding voice, emitted from behind the said male, taking his attention before he smiled.

"Nana! You came!" Jeno opened his arms and ran to the boy, but he was pushed away by him making Jeno pout.

"Shut the fuck up, Jeno." He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "You gave me this sore throat." He glared at Jeno. "And, of course I came. After you fucking threatened me to—"

"Yeah, yeah. That's enough, Jaemin." Jeno said, covering the person's mouth. Jeno took his hand back as quick as lightning, when Jaemin licked on the palm of his hand, a smirk forming on his face. "Gross!"

Jeno was wiping his hands when you rolled your eyes and held a hand at Jaemin for him to shake. "M/n. L/n M/n. A 'friend' of my friend, is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you." You greeted him, Jaemin chuckling at the same exact situation you were in.

"What a top, huh?" Jaemin said, before he shook your hand. "Na Jaemin. Pleased to meet you." He smiled at you while Jeno pulled both your hands away from each other.

"HEY!"

"No. Just no!" Jeno told you both, while knitting your brows in confusion at him. "Jaemin. You're only mine."

"Of course, he's yours. I don't plan on taking him away from you. I just want to be friends." You said in reply to Jeno's statement who pouted. "Besides, I'm not as handsome as you, Jeno, so I can't compete with you."

"I don't mind cute boys." Jaemin crossed his arms, teasing Jeno and probably you, as well as a blush started to paint your cheeks.

"HEY!" Jeno yelled at Jaemin who rolled his eyes before he gave you a wink and walked off. Jeno glared at you and narrowed his eyes. "Mine. Jaemin's mine."

"Then, take him. Geez Luis, Jeno. I already have my own." You stuck your tongue out at him before you went to the studio to change into the costume you were to wear. You waited for your turn, a makeup stylist approaching you to put make up on you. "Oh." You said and the stylist just smiled and started to dab foundation onto your face that matched your skin tone. She gave you a small amount of blush on, giving you an eyeliner and a dark brown eyeshadow to give your eyes a fiery look to match the concept of your performance.

She immediately packed her things up and moved to another student, you giving her a bow as she left. "Wow, look at you. I didn't even recognize it was you." Jeno teased with his arms crossed across his chest.

You gave him a smile and fiddled with you fingers. "I'm actually feeling really scared right now. But, mostly, I can feel the adrenaline rush running through my veins that I could just scream and run out the stage and dance!" You said in glee, until you realized that you had forgotten telling Jaehyun about your performance. "Oh, no. Da—Jaehyun! I forgot to tell him." You groan and checked your pockets for your phone and remembered you left it at home, since you were to excited to even check yourself. You dejectedly sat down on a chair and whimpered.

"He'll be there, M/n. I can tell." Your mentor told you, when he heard your complaints about forgetting to tell Jaehyun, and you immediately lit up and hugged the person.

"Thank you!" You expressed your gratitude, getting the idea of what he meant. You pulled away from him with a wide smile glued stuck to your face.

"Now, you both need to get changed. The opening's 'bout to start." You and Jeno nod your head and went straight to the wardrobe to get change, seeing only two outfits left on the line.

"Just in time." Their dress stylist both gave them what seemed to be like their costumes that was kept inside a black plastic case with a zipper that attached the layer together.

You made your way to the dressing room, one for you and the other for Jeno. You fit yourself just right into the clothes they have assigned for you to wear. You looked at yourself in the mirror and was shocked to see how good you looked on these clothes you're wearing.

You were fit into a maroon loose silk long sleeved polo, the vertical front of the shirt that attaches it together was replaced with laces that stitched around the holes of your clothes' button hole. The sleeves of your polo went further down, just below your wrist, avoiding it from falling by securing it with a button on the hem of the sleeves. For your lower half, you were given tight fitting slack pants that accentuated the size of your bubble butt with your polo neatly tucked inside the waist of your pants. The length of your pants stopped exactly by your ankle, exposing that uncovered area, the wind tickling your ankles. You wore a closed black shoes that complimented the look. You also wore a display lip ring and earring that completed your look, your whole self changing right before your eyes. The gullible and fun you was no longer there, instead it was replaced with a much more unknown version of yourself.

"Damn, I look fine as fuck." You told yourself as you checked yourself out on the mirror that was placed in the dressing room. "Woah..." You said, tracing your fingers on the outline of your ass.

"M/n. You done in there? We're almost up." Jeno's voice called from the busky studio that snapped you from your thoughts and came out of the dressing room. Jeno's head turn to look at you taking in your new look with a lip bite and a whistle. "Damn, bro. You look so hot."

"Thanks, I guess." You giggled, blushing shyly.

A few more compliments later and your group was being called to move to the venue and be at the backstage to prepare. You just stuck to Jeno the whole time going back to the routine a few times to practice and perfect the dance. Jeno was a good friend to the point where he would always be there by your side whenever you needed him. Even at this time, he never left your side and helped calm you down by offering a bubblegum to you, your mind thinking about nothing, but focusing on chewing the gum. Jeno would always initiate a talk with you making you laugh all the time whenever he made faces or make jokes that weren't even funny making it hard for you not to laugh at.

But, it seemed like all Jeno's work went immediately down the gutter when you felt your nervousness come back at once, when the emcee of the opening program started to introduce you to the stage.

Loud cheers and a round of applause were heard as you made your way to the very spacious stage of the place. Your eyes fell to the crowd, feeling yourself break into cold sweat from all the nervousness you felt. It was too heavy that you couldn't—"Daddy?" You smiled when you saw Jaehyun in the crowd and waved his hand at you when you saw your eyes that was happily looking at him. You subtly waved your hand back at him, to which he smiled at, those deep dimples appearing for you.

You got into your position, which consisted of you lying down on the floor, with your right leg folded up, your knee raised up. You had a cutted satin fabric in your back pocket as a prop for yours and Jeno's solo later. You put your hands over your eyes, as a part of your starting position.

Soon, the music started booming through the speakers and you felt your body get trapped to the rhythm of the song as you felt your hands and legs get overtook by the music as you started to gracefully dance to each beat of the song. Jaehyun, with his phone, proudly deciding to film your whole performance.

The first and second half of the song was just your group synchronized dancing to the choreography of what your mentor had taught you and you leading some part of the dance, until the song made a huge turn to a very sensual groove that had only you and Jeno left on the stage. Your solo, with your partner, Jeno, started and everyone in the crowd whistled and gasped, including Jaehyun who felt a little jealous that it wasn't him with you on that stage.

You started with a freestyle by grinding your hips on the cold newly polished floor of the stage, before you were joined by Jeno who stealthily took the fabric from your pocket and slowly wrapped it around your source of vision. He took your chin to turn your head and face him. One hand, not too tightly held the blindfold up only enough, so it doesn't fall, while the other held the back of your neck turning both of you around, so your back faced the audience and he faced the crowd, smirking before he leaned in close to you and staged to make it look like he bit on your neck, then removing the blindfold from your eyes. Then, ending the performance with you falling down to the floor acting lifeless, while Jeno pretended to wipe his lips.

The audience broke into loud claps and shouting out praises in chorus, while Jeno helped you up to your feet giving him a silent thanks and bowed at the people who was watching your performance. You two walked out of the stage and was greeted with hugs from the students feeling like they made a very big accomplishment from how you made the performance very eye catching. "M/n! You were so great out there!"

"Thanks. Jeno helped me a lot." You said, nudging the older, who only chuckled.

"M/n." Jaehyun's voice grabbed your attention, holding his arms out as he smiled at you. You gave him a wide smile and ran to him hugging him with all your might.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you." You voiced out apologetically, pushing your bottom lip forward into a pout and looked up at him. "Sorry, Jaehyun."

"It's okay, baby." He replied, before leaning into your ear. "Because I'm hoping you kept your promise and that's why I have a surprise for you."

You knew what he meant by that, the reason why you were blushing with your eyes wide open. "I.. er.. Yes, yes." You said, playfully punching on his chest. A week prior to today, you had promised to Jaehyun that if you're performance was successful, you'd finally let him pop your cherry, that's why you're blushing so profusely.

"Then, be ready. I'll be seeing you tonight." He whispered one last time before he kissed your cheeks and excused himself since he was still expected at his work.

The whole day, all you could ever think of was what his surprise was and how he would be able to fit his huge dick inside your ass. It was too impossible, you thought, but you were already feeling just as desperate as the older male. You wanted to know how he felt inside you, how he would fuck you 'til the daylight, how he would break your mind and fuck you until you forget your own name. Just the thought of it made you go crazy as you slapped your cheeks and sighed. "Fuck..."

You felt a presence sat themself beside you giving a loud sigh. "So, I'm guessing you're gonna stay up whole night, huh?" It was Jaemin.

You whipped your head at him and looked at him like he was some type of witch or future teller. "How'd you..."

"Gut feeling." Jaemin said.

You didn't know what you signed up for in that time, until today.

It was currently quarter to seven and you were now at the front of the doorstep, not even bothering to say a word. You could only blink your eyes several times, swallowing the large lump that formed in your throat. You let out a deep breathe and was about to put your hand on the knob when the door let out a soft creak and caught sight of Jaehyun who was dressed in nothing, but his boxer shorts. Your hands didn't left the air as you continued to stare up at him, before your eyes fell down his toned abs that were nothing compared to your flabby stomach. "M/n, baby! You're just in time." He smiled at you, but you were still as nervous as ever. Your eyes never left from taking in the view right in front of your eyes, admiring how much his body was so sexy, licking your lips as your eyes fell down his shorts. "M/n."

Your head snapped up towards him, finally out of your train of thoughts. "Yes, daddy?"

"I left your present on the bed, baby. Go check it out." He told you as you did what you were told and moved upstairs to your shared bedroom and saw a pink colored paper bag on top of the bed. You looked at Jaehyun hesitantly, who gave you a smirk and nodded his head up once to the bag to tell you that you should open it. So, you did. And didn't expect to see all sorts of 'toys' inside them.

"D-daddy... these all are..." You managed to let out, these only few words getting the chance to leave your mouth. Your hands trembled, not because you were scared, mainly because you can already feel yourself start to melt and the desperation to just submit to him already.

You felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you loosely, Jaehyun's hot breathe hitting your neck. He pressed his lips down to your neck and placed kisses that trailed down to your exposed shoulder due to the large shirt you wore that was barely hanging on your shoulders. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck as he started to nip on the skin. "Fuck, baby boy." He whispered into your ear, licking your lobe making you sigh in pleasure, as he started to grind his hard on against your ass.

"Ah... daddy.." You moaned out from the feeling of his clothed member on your butt.

He never ceased his movements until he saw your hands still holding onto the bag, his smirk growing wider. "I'll let you pick two, baby and it'll be our special tool for tonight. How's that sound?" He seductively asked you, his lips grazing the back of your ear.

You weakly nodded your head and checked the contents of the paper bag. You were too clouded with the thought of getting pleasured by the older man that you took out whatever you could take in your hand. The chosen items made Jaehyun smirk. "Good choice, baby boy." He moved away from you, already missing the heat his body radiated against yours. He took the bag away from the bed and threw it somewhere in the corner of the room and took the toys you had in your hand. "I gotta say, you have good taste, M/n." He said. "Strip." His voice fell an octave deeper making your knees buckle from his dominating demeanor.

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truth or dare

Summary: two years after leaving high school and your deep crush on sugawara koushi still hadn’t gone away. a night of hanging out with the current and previous karasuno volleyball players turn interesting with a game of truth or dare.

Warnings: teeny tiny manga spoilers, afab reader (no pronouns used other than reader being called good/silly girl), suga is a little shit and so are the other (former) third years, reader pining, use of “little one” and “good girl”, consent is sexy, reader and suga fuck in the bathroom and in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (always use a condom!!), he puts his hand over the reader’s mouth. i think that’s everything, let me know if i missed something!

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: this fic was based off this prompt i got from an anon! thank you for sending it in, i had so much fun writing this!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The semi-annual Karasuno reunion was in full swing. Only the previously known first years were still high school, now in their third year and still in touch with their seniors. It’d been Yamaguchi’s birthday, all the current third years now being 18 and excited to talk to their seniors about adult life and catch up.

“let’s play truth or dare!” Nishinoya suddenly yells, abruptly ending the conversation he’d been having with Hinata and Tanaka. The group agrees, excitedly talking while moving into a circle in Nishinoya’s parents’ living room. You squeeze yourself in between Kiyoko and Asahi.

Having been a manager along with Kiyoko, you’re the closest with the previous third years, but still being friends with the second and first years. You had no problem socializing with them all, happily chatting to Yachi, sitting on the other side of Kiyoko, when Daichi clears his throat. Both you and Asahi snicker, trying to stifle your laughter at his natural instincts kicking in.

“alright, I’ll start. Yamaguchi?” Daichi speaks, sitting up straighter and looking at Yamaguchi.

“yes?” the latter replies, and you note how he doesn’t cower under Daichi’s gaze anymore.

“truth or dare?”

“truth”

Daichi smirks, “what’s it like to be captain?”

Laughter erupts, a blush spreading on Yamaguchi’s cheeks while he smiles.

“it’s the worst. These two,” he points at Tsukishima and Kageyama, “still won’t cooperate and the first years refuse to listen to me. I’m sorry for any trouble we caused you, captain! You too, Ennoshita!”

Yamaguchi bows in apology to both of them, laughter once again filling the room and Nishinoya jumps up to press down on Tsukishima’s and Kageyama’s heads, ruffling their hair.

“still causing trouble for the captain, eh? Ya’ troublemakers” he laughs, walking back to his seat next to Tanaka and nearly flopping down in a fit of giggles. It takes a few minutes of laughter and jokes for everyone to calm down, Yamaguchi eventually speaking up.

“okay! Okay, my turn now!” he looks around the circle, eventually stopping at Tanaka. “truth or dare?”

“dare, of course” Tanaka booms, grinning.

“alright.. hmm… I dare you to… kiss Nishinoya’s cheek”

An echo of oo’s and whistles makes Tanaka blush, looking at Nishinoya before slapping his own cheeks, shaking the nerves out of his body before cupping the back of his best friends’ neck, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Cheers erupt and both you and Yamaguchi clap while cheering, giggles falling from your lips.

“kiyoko!” the blush still hasn’t left Tanaka’s cheeks, eyes open wide in excitement, “truth or dare?”

“truth”

“will you marry me?”

“no.”

The interaction is over before it began, causing another fit of laughter to fill the room, the blush only growing on Tanaka’s cheeks but he’s still smiling, excited to have gotten to talk to his crush. In a way, you sympathize with him. You know what it’s like to pine after someone for years.

Your own crush sitting at the opposite side of the circle. His gray hair pushed back slightly, crisp white t-shirt hanging off his body beautifully and the soft smile making your heart skip a beat. Despite not seeing Sugawara nearly as often as you’d like, the crush that started in your first year of high school is still as strong as ever. You can’t even count the number of nights you’d spent dreaming of kissing the mole under his eye, tracing your fingers over his soft lips and what it would be like to hold him close. Despite it all, you never made a move and neither did he, so you simply assumed that he wasn’t interested in you and tried to move on. Clearly failing, as you blush and look away when his eyes meet yours.

“Y/N” a push on your shoulder sends you out of your daze, meeting Kiyoko’s eyes. “truth or dare?”

“oh! U-um, dare?” still in the haze of your mind wandering, you spoke before thinking. Kiyoko glances over at both Daichi and Asahi, a small smirk growing on her face.

“I dare you to go sit in Suga’s lap” your eyes shoot open with her words, feeling your body growing hot. Of course. The other third years knew about your crush after all, having caught you staring at the man more than a few times.

Glancing around, you notice everyone staring excitement. Do they all know? Shaking your head, you stand up and slowly walk to the other side of the living room.

“may I?” your voice is surprisingly timid, body still burning just from the idea of sitting in his lap. A grin grows on his face as he moves his legs slightly, crossing his legs under him and patting his lap. Shyly sitting down, your back presses to his chest and he places his hands behind him. Applause smatter in the room along with words of encouragement, but your attention isn’t on that anymore.

The game continues, you dare Tsukishima to give Hinata a hug and zone out after that. Sugawara moves his legs, stretching them out and letting you sit on the floor, still pressed to his chest and his legs come up and nearly cage you in. your legs are over his, his calves and feet nearly pressed to your butt.

All you can smell is him. It’s warm and comforting, feeling his chest rumble and vibrate when he speaks and laughs, the sounds ringing in your ears and send shivers down your spine. His arms come around your waist, pressing you more firmly against his chest.

Your attention goes between Sugawara and the conversations happening around you. they seem to have stopped playing the game, now only happily chatting about their lives and you try to join in, mostly laughing at the other’s jokes and antics. Asahi tells a story of when he managed to sew two pairs of pants together for a class and Hinata excitedly talks about Karasuno’s most recent games. Before you know it, you’ve fully relaxed and wiggled into Sugawara’s hold, sitting impossibly close.

Your attention jolts back to him when his face suddenly presses into your hair, feeling him inhale and squeeze his arms around you. you stiffen, body burning hot once more and nearly igniting when something against your lower back stiffens as well. A soft squeak escapes you, body moving on its own and squirming, trying to move closer.

“suga…” barely a whisper to not alert the others of what’s going on, heat pooling in your stomach.

“mmh?” his humming vibrates against your back, exhale fanning over your exposed neck. A quick kiss to the skin and you gasp. “something wrong?”

“I-“ you begin, stammering when his lips press against your burning skin again, sucking softly and scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. A moan nearly escapes you when he bites down, feeling the harsh tug of arousal in your stomach, along with wetness pooling in your panties. You feel his grip on you tighten.

“sound so pretty, know you want to make more noises. Why don’t we find somewhere private, hm?” his breath fans against your ear while he whispers, slowly rutting his hips against your back. You nod, whimpering excitedly. “good girl. Stand up and I’ll follow you. if anyone asks, you have a tummy ache and need me to help with it.”

Nodding again, you shyly stand up and look behind you, noticing Sugawara checking out your ass before he stands up as well. The bulge in his pants isn’t that prominent, he must’ve adjusted while you were standing up. As he had predicted, all eyes go to the two of you, suddenly standing in the circle.

“where are you going?” Hinata asks and you silently thank any and all possible higher powers for having it be him asking the question.

“o-oh, um, I have a tummy ache and Suga is just gonna help me with it” you excuse yourself from the group and start walking away, your skin once again burning, feeling all their eyes on you as you walk out the room.

Once out of sight, Sugawara grabs your arm and puts his finger over his lips to signal that you need to be quiet. You nod, just barely able to keep a squeak from escaping when he suddenly tugs you down the hallway and into the bathroom. The door closes behind you, his fingers quickly locking it and his hands push you to the door, leaning in close and smirking.

“you did good, little one” he leans in even closer, studying your face as it heats up, your eyes avoiding his. “can I kiss you?”

“y-yes” you whimper, daring to look in his eyes for a moment, watching him with anticipation. He smiles, cupping the back of your neck and gently pressing his lips against yours.

It’s like you’d always imagined. His lips are soft, gentle and moving against yours slowly, as if you’d done it a hundred times before. His hand on the door moves down to your waist, pushing your hips down and his thigh comes between yours, his body caging you in. he sighs happily against your lips, swiping his tongue over them and your mouth opens as if on command. Arms wrapping around his neck and you kiss. You kiss and kiss and kiss until time seems to have stopped and the only thing that matters is his warm body against yours and his wet lips making you shiver in pleasure.

Desperate whines and whimpers start escaping you, the kisses getting more and more heated until Sugawara is grabbing your thigh and holding it against his hip, grinding his clothed crotch against yours.

“Suga-“

“Koushi.” He cuts you off before you can finish, pulling away and looking at you seriously, “call me Koushi, please”

“Koushi” you try it out, tasting the word and shivering at the intimate feeling it gives you. Smiling at him, you tug his body closer again, “Koushi please, please fuck me”

A smirk grows on his face yet again, “thought you’d never ask”

He moves away slightly, pulling your body with him and pushing you against the sink. His hands rub up and down your waist until you whine in frustration, huffing out a reminder that the others are probably already wondering what’s taking so long. He only chuckles, flashing you his smile through the mirror while his nimble fingers work at the button and zipper of your jeans. He tugs them down, crouching down to prod at your panties.

“so messy” his thumb runs down the length, pressing down on your clit. Rubbing gently, he coos when your hips squirm.

“Koushi- please” trying to push your hips back against his hand, you whine, feeling the years of waiting making you impatient.

“ssh, okay, okay, calm down” he chuckles, patting your butt and standing up, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. You dare to turn your head, peeking behind to see him getting undressed.

In a different situation, you might’ve laughed. Black boxer briefs cling to his body, contrasting from his skin. A faint bulge going straight up, and your eyes move along with it, noticing the head of his cock sitting above the waistband. Flushed pink and leaking precum, Sugawara lifts his shirt up and over his head, giving you a better look at his body. Pale hair, the faintest gray tone, goes from under his belly button and all the way down to his underwear, hidden behind his cock.

Sugawara finally notices your staring, grinning and pulling down his briefs down to his knees, letting his cock stand proudly from his body. From what you can tell, the base is the same shade as his body, the length fading into pink all the way to the head. His gray pubes sit neatly trimmed against his body, curling slightly and framing his cock.

“like what you see?” he teases, sending you a wink before pulling your panties down, stepping closer and nudging your face back towards the mirror. “want you to look at me”

The tip of his cock presses against your pussy lips, making your breath hitch, waiting for the pressure to get deeper. But it doesn’t.

“Koushi, please just-“

“I don’t have a condom.” He cuts you off, sighing and starting to step away, stopped by a loud whine and a hand clawing at his hip.

“I don’t care. I’m on the pill and I assume you haven’t been sleeping around?”

“no, but-“

“so, fuck me. Please.” This time, you cut him off, frustration and arousal rolling off you in waves. You weren’t going to wait any longer, not when he’s here and ready for you. He exhales shakily, nodding and smiling. Finally.

The pressure returns on your pussy, this time pressing in between the lips and against your entrance. He adjusts himself, giving you a grin and wink through the mirror, slowly starting to push in. There’s a bit of a stretch, the overwhelming acknowledgement that Sugawara Koushi was pushing his cock inside you, made your head spin and breathing get heavy. Your head flops down, moaning and cursing under your breath until you feel his hips press against your ass. A hand grips your hair, tugging your head up and Sugawara leans over your body, pressing his lips right up against your ear.

“look at that pretty face. Thought I told you to look at me, didn’t I? silly girl” he smirks, pressing small kisses down your cheek and neck, feeling your flushed skin burn under his lips. He maintains eye contact, watching your expressions carefully when he returns his lips against your ear. “be quiet for me. Don’t want those perverts out there hearing what’s mine”

Before you can respond, his hips pull back and snap against yours, forcing a loud moan to rip from your throat. Sugawara only laughs, shaking his head and putting his hand over your mouth, pinning you up against his chest. His mouth lands on your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting on the skin while his hips start moving again, thrusting quick and deep.

Your moans get muffled by his hand, eyes rolling back in your head from the pleasure, and you can feel his groans against your skin, going raw from his constant attention. His hand on your hip grips you tightly, keeping you in place against his body while his cock pushes, prods and drags against your sensitive walls, clamping down on him tightly and forcing deep moans from him.

“you feel so fucking good, shit” he manages to groan, snaking his hand on your hip towards your cunt, finding your clit and rubbing it slowly. The contrast from his harsh thrusts to gentle touch makes your head spin, moans only getting louder while your hands uselessly claw at the sink, his hips and arms, unable to find a stable purchase to keep your body from toppling over. You never want this to end.

“nngh fuck- koushiii” your muffled whines vibrate against his hand, calling out for him in your fog of pleasure and it makes him faster. The slapping of your skin meeting and the wet squelching from your pussy fills the small bathroom, bouncing off the walls and filling your head. “m gonna cum- gonna cum, koushi, fuck”

“that’s right, cum for me” he pants against your skin, lidded eyes looking at the mirror and seeing your expression. He can feel your burning cheeks through his hand, the wet spit coating his palm and the hot breaths that fan over it. Your eyes rolled back and glossy, body shaking in his hold until everything suddenly snaps. The pressure on his cock gets tighter, thighs shaking against his while another loud moan forces its way out of you. Your body shakes, nearly falling over from the orgasm and his unwavering thrusts.

“k-koushi I-“ you stammer, nearly going cross-eyed from the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation when he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder. His hips slam against yours, rocking your body and he nearly pushes you into the sink, hand still covering your mouth while he groans freely, unable to stop his own noises.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck- hhahhh shit, fuck- Y/N” incoherent babbles tumble from his lips, head thrown back while he snaps his hips against yours. The pressure around his cock hasn’t stopped, making his mind fuzzy and laced with pleasure until he stops, bottoming out and leaning over your body. He groans loudly, body shaking and cock jumping while his cum spurts out, painting your walls white. It’s warm, settling deep in your tummy and making you shiver in pleasure.

One of your shaking hands moves back, grabbing his hip and helping him fuck himself dry, clenching around him until he hisses from the sensitivity. Slowly pulling out, the two of you breathe heavily, trying to collect yourselves from the act.

“so…” you finally say, pushing yourself off the sink and wincing, feeling his cum seep out of your cunt. You quickly bend down, pulling up your panties and jeans, hoping they’ll help keep everything inside.

“so…” Sugawara grins, watching you frown and get dressed. He turns around, picking up his clothes and getting dressed as well. “that was fun, right?”

“yeah” you nod, taking his body in, free from the haze of arousal. Suddenly snapping out of it, realizing that it might make him uncomfortable, you whip your head to the side and stare at a wall. “was really fun!”

He notices your flustered state, smirking and stepping to you when he’s fully dressed. His hands land on your hips, pushing your body flush against his and chuckling when you laugh and widen your eyes. “we just had sex; how can you still be so flustered?”

“because!” you yelp, cowering under his soft gaze and shaking your head slightly. “because… I’ve had a crush on you for years now.”

You don’t see the grin widening on his face.

“I know.”

“what?” you nearly yell, snapping your face towards his again and gaping, your body flushing with embarrassment. He only laughs, ruffling your hair and stepping back, moving towards the door.

“I’ve known for a while now. Daichi told me.” He looks back at you, smiling and reaching out his hand. “you coming?”

Smiling and shaking your head, you take his hand. The two of you walk back to the living room, his face flushed, and your hair tousled. Going to sit down again, you wince slightly and he pats your back soothingly. Eyes flicker to the two of you, knowing smirks growing on several of their faces. The silence is deafening, making you shrink into Sugawara’s chest. Nishinoya suddenly pipes up, eyes wide and index finger pointing at the two of you accusingly.

“did you fuck in my bathroom!?”

Laughter erupts. Sugawara receives pats on the back and Kiyoko winks at you, smiling. You smile back. Maybe you should thank her. After all, this was her doing.

#watering.flowers #watering.sugawara #sprout.sugawara #sugawara smut #sugawara koushi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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The Night That Follows

Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 8,000~

Summary: While celebrating a successful mission, you and Poe accidently ingest a mysterious beverage that makes it hard to resist one another, helping you forget the stress that weighs you down and the friendship that you’ve been holding between you two as a shield.

Note: This is my first ever non-ADCU fic and it is dedicated to the ever lovely and supportive @paper-n-ashes who urged me to get out of my comfort zone and cheered me on.

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, sex pollen, drugged drink (it’s drugged with the sex pollen by a 3rd party and not with malicious intent but it still might be triggering), masturbation (f/m), PIV sex, unprotected sex, war-related angst

When people talk about war, they often discuss the paralyzing fear, the numbing depression. Hopelessness that spreads through your veins like cold water as you face immeasurable odds and stare death in the face day after day. And you can attest to these feelings. You experience them with each dawn that breaks, muddy in the sky regardless of the atmosphere shrouding whatever planet you find yourself waking on each morning. Your life is transient, full of ships and bases and camps. The constants are the clothes on your back, the friends in your squadron (those who survive), and the x-wing you hop in each time danger calls.

The other constant is the part of war that people do not discuss. The rush of adrenaline every time you make it out of a tough scrape. Adrenaline that burns your veins, evaporating the icy hopelessness that had flooded you up until the minute your boots hit turf and your jellied knees catch up to the reality that you are still very much alive. The euphoria that crackles in your brain when you spy your best mate zooming down from above, finally landing and throwing themselves into your arms in the hug you never thought you’d experience again after their coms had gone down in a fire fight. The absolute debauchery of a night of celebration after such a fire fight. Because nobody needs to live quite as much as those who may die.

Which is how you find yourself here, on this non-descript jungle planet, the name of which you didn’t catch during your descent because honestly there have been so many jungle planets and they have all become little more than coordinates on a screen to you at this point. You and your squad have been set up with a mini-festival by the resistance-sympathizing locals as a thank you for your recent decimation of their First Order oppressors. The operation had been pretty seamless, thanks in no small part to the excellent teamwork between you and a one Poe Dameron.

Your flying today had rivaled some of his best, which is certainly saying something since Poe prides himself on being the best pilot in the resistance. You certainly gave him a run for his money, outflying TIE fighters and swiveling shuttle cannons in a perfectly choreographed tandem maneuver wherein the two of you manipulated your assailants to ultimately destroy themselves.

As you knock back a burning shot of the local alcoholic beverage, the liquid tingling and warming you all the way down, you search the triumphant crowd for the cocky pilot who had helped you set the stage for this celebration. You wouldn’t dwell on the earlier events of the day much more tonight. Wouldn’t think much of the comrades you’d lost in the struggle. That was an ache that would throb back to life tomorrow. Tonight, the priority is living.

It is then that you lock eyes with Poe Dameron through the throngs of semi-drunken revelers. His handsome face splits into a wide, cocky grin, so you adopt an exasperated smirk in response as he pushes his way towards you. Such is the game you play. A dance, if you will. Poe plays the role of the self-assured, overly confident golden boy while you, his long suffering partner, humble him with your good-natured criticism and ever rolling eyes.

“Alright there, Sweets?” Poe practically drawls as he reaches you, the nickname both a term of endearment and a teasing reference to the sweet tooth that keeps you hoarding candies of all kinds in your bunk, much to Poe’s own benefit. You beam up at him and upend your little glass to demonstrate its emptiness.

“On my way there, Fly Boy.”

“Looks like you’re falling behind, rookie. Like you did on that triple barrel twist today.”

You throw a punch that lands a little too lightly on his shoulder to produce the grunt and showy flail that he graces you with.

“First of all, you’re not allowed to call me rookie anymore. Your dumb ass might need to be constantly reassured that you’re ‘best pilot in the resistance,’ but by now I am, at worst, second best.” Your gut warms and you’re not sure if it’s the drink or Poe’s deep, full-bodied laugh in response. “And second of all, we don’t talk about the day if we make it to the night.”

Poe almost seems to sober at your words, a phrase of his tossed back at him. The smile remains, though, and he tosses an arm around you before dragging you over to the table that’s been set up with refreshments.

“Right you are, Sweets,” Poe agrees quietly. Louder now and injecting you two into the crowd surrounding the cluster of bottles, he continues, “as for you being second best pilot, I’d rather let the squad decide before you go getting a head too big to fit in your helmet.”

This receives a laugh from the crowd as well as another smattering of slaps thrown towards Poe’s chest.

“Dameron, we all know you already have your own helmet custom made so you can stuff that massive ego in there,” your friend Myrna.

“And those curls,” you add, reaching up and ruffling your hand through his hair in that way that always makes his nose scrunch up in mock anger.

“If you must know, there’s something else they also have to custom make me…” Poe says, grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand to slide down his chest towards the bottom of his flight suit zipper and wiggling his eyebrows. You shriek and yank your hand away.

“In your dreams, Dameron.” Poe leans down toward you so that his face is close enough for you to feel his breath fan across your cheeks.

“Or perhaps in yours?”

Suddenly a small, wrinkled face appears between you. It’s an elderly female member of the local alien race and she’s beaming up at you, holding two steaming mugs and smiling around a garbled statement in a language you don’t recognize.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m not sure I…” you interrupt her, glancing awkwardly between her massive eyes and Poe’s confused ones.

“I might be able to translate!” Myrna cries out, stumbling forward with a newly refilled glass in her hand.

“You sure that’s not just the liquor talking?” Poe asks with a chuckle. Myrna waves him off and kneels unsteadily to listen to the old woman. More garbled speech issues forward as the woman gestures between you and Poe with her mugs. Myrna nods several times and gives little hums of agreement and affirmation. You and Poe trade glances of amusement during the interaction, but you have to look away when the upturned corner of Poe’s mouth begins to distract you.

“Alright alright,” Myrna pipes up. You turn back in time to see Myrna standing back up to her full height, now holding the two mugs, while the woman waddles back into the crowd.

“What’s the deal?” Poe asks, slinging his arm back around your shoulders. You resist the knee jerk actions that come to mind, both to slap his touch away and to lean into it, standing rigid instead.

“She said these are for you,” Myrna says, pushing the steaming mugs into your hands and Poe’s.

“Did she say why?” You peer at the milky, opalescent contents curiously. Myrna has already moved on, however, turning back to the pilot she’d been hanging on before you and Poe had approached. You look to Poe but he shrugs.

“I don’t know, something about you guys deserving it.” Myrna waves her hand dismissively, obviously ready to get back to her own evening. You look up at Poe, unsure, but he’s nodding and smiling.

“Hear that, Sweets? Seems like word travels fast that we’re the top two pilots,” Poe says cheekily, clinking his mug to yours before throwing back his head and downing its contents in one gulp. Your insides ignite at his acknowledgment, as well as the bob of his adam’s apple, but your eyes still flit warily to your beverage.

“We don’t even know what it is and you’re drinking it?”

“Honey, I’m pretty sure that liquor we were taking shots of earlier was actually jet fuel, I don’t think we need to be too worried about this.” Poe smacks his lips and runs his finger around the inside of the mug. “And besides, it’s really kriffing good.”

Watching the way his cheeks hollow out as he sucks the last dregs of his drink from his finger makes a heat boil in the pit of the stomach. You decide you actually are quite thirsty, and since your curiosity is stronger than your apprehension, you knock the liquid back yourself.

“Atta girl!” Poe cheers you on, nudging you. The drink is sweet and thick on your tongue like a melted version of the ice cream you’d tasted once, many years ago. You can still remember the creamy texture, very much worth the credits paid to the traveling vendor who’d brought it to your village during the hottest summer of your childhood. As you swallow this liquid down, however, its cold temperature changes into a burn, similar to alcohol, though smoother than any liquor you’d ever had.

“Good, right?” Poe asks, eyebrows raised. You nod and lick your lips, sure that you’re imagining things when Poe’s eyes flicker down to your darting tongue.

“That was actually pretty good,” you concede with a grin.

“So what have we learned tonight?” Poe prompts, grabbing your mug from your hands and placing it next to his on a nearby table. You shake your head.

“Your cockiness extends to believing locals on a miniscule planet find you special?”

“The correct answer was ‘always give things a chance,’ Sweets, but you can continue being closeminded if you want,” Poe responds with a chuckle. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and makes to walk away.

“Fine!” You reach out and grab his arm before he can leave. When he rounds back on you with a wide smile you roll your eyes and refuse eye contact. “And just so you know, I’m a lot more open minded than you think, Dameron.”

“Is that so, rookie?” You bristle but as the glee raises in his eyes at your reaction you do your best to tamp it down.

“I’m…flexible,” you say, your grin begrudging. A hubbub breaks out beyond you in the crowd as the makeshift band that had assembled to play party music transitions to a particularly festive song, causing both you and Poe to watch as people begin forming an impromptu dance floor. When Poe turns back at you and raises his eyebrows, expectant, you throw up your hands defensively.

“No. Don’t look at me like that, Fly Boy,” you’re quick to say, but Poe’s even quicker, having already grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to him. Your body collides with his and his other hand finds the dip of your waist.

“Oh I’m sorry, what was that I just heard someone say about being open minded?” Poe asks. In a sudden fluid motion he dips you, bending you over so that your back is parallel to the ground and his face hovers over yours. “Being flexible?”

You let him pull you back up and steady yourself with a hand on his chest to catch your balance, dizzy now, most likely from the suddenness of the motion. You’re about to toss back a witty retort, possibly something that will knock him down a few pegs, but then you catch the glint in his eye and a smile spreads across your lips unbidden.

“You get one dance, Dameron.”

~*~

One dance turned into many, as it turns out. The band, upon realizing their audience’s appetite for raucous music, had begun a steady rotation of upbeat tunes. The dance floor had expanded, spilling out of its original confines in the center of the town square and into the concession areas on the perimeter. Resistance members danced and drank, their bodies jumping and moving to the beat in one chaotic mass of excess energy and euphoria. Bodies writhe against one another in all directions as people seek out friction that can confirm to them that they did indeed survive the day’s trials.

You’re experiencing friction of your own in your little portion of the dance floor. Where things had started out innocently – energetic bouncing to the beat and moving in unison – the tone had long changed. At this point Poe is behind you, arms slung dangerously low on your hips to hold you against him, hands pressed right above your pelvis. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back, his hips bracketing your ass – you’ve lost yourself in the sensations. The rhythm of the music shakes through your muscles but instead of tense and tired, they’re loose and buzzing.

Though truth be told, they aren’t the only thing buzzing. The proximity of Poe’s hands to your lower body feels charged like a magnet. Without thinking you press your hands over the backs of his, encouraging pressure on your lower abdomen. You swear you hear Poe growl behind you has his hands pull you further to him, but it could also be the roar of the crowd. Your hips move in sync, your ass grinding against him in time with the music. Escapism in its purest form is what you’re experiencing in Poe’s arms, held against Poe’s body, matching Poe’s motions. It’s heady and distracting and everything you could ask for to make living feel like living, especially in the aftermath of a day centered on death. You’re content to let this moment last as long as the universe allows.

That is until you realize that the increasing beat you’d thought was a shift in the music is actually the rapid crescendo of your own heartbeat.

Swallowing you find your throat is thick, saliva pooling in your mouth inexplicably. You take a deep breath and allow your mind to reel. How long had you been feeling like this? Why hadn’t you noticed these feelings coming on?

One of the large hands at your hip begins sliding up along the plane of your side and you get your answer. The weight of his touch lights your skin on fire as it drags up and across your collar bone. Your breath feels ragged, rattling around in lungs that can’t seem to take in oxygen no matter how high your chest rises and falls. Poe’s hand lingers on your throat for a second so you swallow again, with even less luck than before. His hand reaches up to grip your jaw which he uses to turn your head back toward him.

Oh.

Poe continues to move behind you, his motions controlling you both on the floor, but his face is strained. Sweat dots his temples, gleaming in his curls, and his teeth seem gritted, making his jaw set at a striking angle. His eyes pin you down, however, and they keep your attention as you gaze back, wide-eyed.

“You okay, rookie?” Poe’s voice is deeper than normal, huskier. The way it reverberates through your body makes a rumbling bubble up deep inside your chest. The beginnings of a moan, perhaps? You’re quick to gasp a response before such a sound has a chance to make its way into the air between you.

“I’m…feeling quite strange.”

The hand still at your waist tightens its grip while the other rejoins on the opposite side. You have to gasp again to keep from moaning. Suddenly you’re being maneuvered forward, Poe’s guidance weaving you through the crowd with ease despite the congested revelry.

Neither of you see the way Myrna is watching you both with a knowing smirk from her place draped around her own handsome pilot beau. Or the way the little old woman who’d gifted you the beverage hovers on the outskirts of the dance floor, a proud look on her wrinkled face as she eyes your retreating figures.

~*~

You’re not really able to follow where Poe is directing you, mainly because of how the imprint of his hands on your body seems to be searing into your skin through your flight suit. While your accelerated heart rate was the thing you had been most worried about, now you are equally worried about the dull ache that has seated itself in the pit of your stomach. You bite down hard on your lip to keep the moan from spilling out, the one you’ve been suppressing since the moment you became conscious to your current discomfort.

When Poe’s stride finally slows to a stop only then are you able to take in your surroundings. Blinking, you’re surprised to find that you’re now outside of the town, far from the lights and bustle of the party, walking into the silent clearing that contains the squadron’s parked aircrafts.

“Why are we all the way out here?” you ask, unsettled by how deep your voice sounds in the darkness.

“Needed to get away from the crowd.” You’re even more unsettled by how breathless Poe’s voice is as he says his first words since the dance floor. So unsettled that you turn in his arms so you can finally take in his disheveled appearance fully.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, it’s the weirdest thing. One minute everything was fine and the next…”

“You can’t catch your breath,” you finish for him and he nods gravely. Both of your chests are practically heaving, pressing into each other with each exhale. When you become aware of this, it also brings awareness of the way his chest pressed up against yours is also adding pressure to your nipples. Since when were your nipples hard? The night is balmy, a cool breeze barely able to disturb the moist warmth that settles in the jungle terrain. You feel sweat begin to collect on the back of your neck and your hairline, much like the sweat causing Poe to shine a bit in the moonlight. And yet your nipples are hard and a shudder runs through your body, nerve endings clearly ten steps ahead of you, taking in some experience to which you’d yet to catch up.

“Wait a minute, look at me,” Poe suddenly orders, his fingers wrapping around your chin to lift your face toward his. You freeze as he stares down at you, eyes widening at whatever he sees.

“What is it?” you ask, voice urgent, almost frightened.

“Your pupils are wide as planets,” he mutters, distracted fingers drawing up the side of your jaw to press to the pulse point at your throat. “Your heartbeat is out of control.”

“I haven’t been able to calm down,” you say, nodding but getting more worried by the second. “Why can’t I calm down? Are you feeling the same way?”

Poe’s mouth presses into a hard line and he turns away abruptly, head tilting down.

“Oh fuck.”

“What?” You try to pull him back toward you but he doesn’t budge.

“I think…we’ve been drugged.”

Your blood runs cold and a hand flies to cover your mouth. You’d known tonight was too good to be true. Your mind races, making connections out of thin air, trying to place when and where you could have possibly come in close enough proximity to First Order agents to be compromised.

“But what – how – what can we do? What is it? Is it deadly?” You’re cut off by a sound issuing from Poe’s now curved body. You wonder at first if it’s a sob, which makes sense because you’re about ready to cry yourself. But then you realize it’s a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say deadly. Just exceedingly inconvenient.”

“So you know what it is then?” you prompt, tugging at his shoulder some more to try and see his face. “Tell me!”

“Well for starters I’m pretty sure it was that drink the old woman gave us.”

Fuck.

Of course. What was the one suspicious thing you’d ingested all day? The fact that you hadn’t thought about it sooner makes you want to kick yourself, but you press on instead, anxious to have the matter dealt with.

“What does it do?” You hate the tremor that colors your voice. At that Poe finally turns around and you take him in all at once, trying to assess what he could have been hiding. His tall, wide-legged stance makes it easy to notice after a few seconds. As your gaze moves lower on his body you finally see the massive tent forming below the zipper line of his flight suit.

Without even being able to mentally process what you’re looking at your body responds immediately. A rush of warmth and wetness floods the apex of your thighs and the moan that you’d so far been able to hold in finally makes it way out of your throat. Poe’s eyes, which had recently gone hooded, widen in response to the lewd sound. You clap a hand over your mouth and snap your eyes back up to his face, away from the rigid shape that had made the muscles inside you contract wantonly around nothing.

“It’s made from a plant that’s meant to accelerate sex drive,” Poe says matter-of-factly.

You almost don’t hear him because your eyes have already slid back down his body, feasting on the sight of his impressive bulge. You’d heard stories of Poe’s sexual prowess, many from the man’s own loud mouth. You knew he’d satisfied many members of the Resistance, male and female alike. But you had never truly let yourself consider what he’d be like. What he’d look like. What he’d feel like…

“Why would she possibly give that to us of all people?” You feel like you’re going to cry. The feelings coursing through your body are overwhelming.

“Maybe she went around spiking many people at the party. Maybe she just thought you and I would look hot together? You can’t blame her for that one.” Poe winks at you and it diffuses some of your angst. You let out a tense laugh and shake your head.

“How do we make it stop?” you force yourself to ask, just as you force yourself yet again to look back up in his eyes. Poe averts his own, a sheepish look overtaking his face. When he doesn’t answer you step forward and grab his arm in alarm, trying not to consider the way his bicep bulges under his sleeve. “Poe?!”

“We have to…take care of it.”

You’re launching yourself away from him before he can finish the sentence. You probably knew the answer before you’d even asked the question, but his words still sent electricity through your spine.

“We can’t. That’s…that’s crazy – you’re crazy, Dameron!”

“Hey, you think I like this? Standing here like an idiot with my dick so hard I can barely see straight?”

The sexual nature of his words, spoken so plainly and without euphemism for the first time, makes a new wave of wetness pool between your legs against your will.

“Don’t….talk about it,” you say through gritted teeth, closing your eyes in an attempt to center yourself.

“What? Don’t talk about my aching cock?” he asks, almost as a challenge. He’s frustrated now, egged on by your attitude.

“Stop it.”

“Are you about to tell me you aren’t wet right now?”

You turn your back on him in a childish and fruitless attempt at blocking out his words. When you don’t reply you hear his footsteps as he approaches from behind.

“If we’re both having the same reaction, and I’m certain we are, then I’d imagine you’re practically dripping right now.”

His words would have made your eyes cross if you didn’t have them shut so tightly. A hand molds around your hip while the other grasps at the side of your neck, both working in tandem to pull your back flush against his front. The impact, though gentle, knocks the wind out of you. Or whatever wind had been in you in the first place. His lips are at your ear then and you melt into his touch.

“If we take care of this together we’ll go back to normal.”

“…back to normal?” you ask, simply repeating and not really aware of your words.

“Exactly.”

“I…I don’t know.” Poe’s hardened length is pressing into your ass now, insistent and firm behind you. The hand on your hip migrates lower to pull you against him. A swivel of his hips causes your own to follow the momentum, gyrating in their own right.

“We can be quick,” Poe coos, his voice vibrating over your earlobe where his lips are making contact with your skin. Another low chuckle sounds. “Or I can take my time if you want. Either way, I can promise you’ll enjoy it.”

There’s your cocky Fly Boy.

You wrench yourself from his grasp and take a few steadying steps away before gaining the wherewithal to turn back and face him once more. He looks supremely disappointed, arms still outstretched in the place where you had just been.

“Does this really have to be a…team effort?” you ask, face screwed up with discomfort. Poe runs a hand through his hair and casts a distracted glance about your surroundings.

“I mean I guess theoretically one could take care of themselves – ”

“Great!” you cut him off and stalk around to the other side of his x-wing. Of course he’d brought you to his ship. You look around for your own but when you can’t find it you plop yourself down on the ground.

“Are you kriffing serious?” comes Poe’s angry voice behind you as he stomps over. “We could bang this out and feel better but you’re just going to – ”

“Oh ‘bang’ this out? Real nice, Dameron.”

“You know what I mean.” You can practically hear his eye roll.

“The other side,” you say simply, lowering the zipper on your flight suit. When you don’t hear the sound of his retreating footsteps, however, you pause. “Stay on the other side of the ship, Dameron.”

He grumbles but does as you say. When you finally hear the sound of him throwing himself to the ground, you lift the tab of your zipper again. However, the loud and sudden ziiiip indicating that he’s yanked open his own garment seems ring out then in the clearing and you’re inundated with mental images of what that must look like. Poe sprawled on the ground with his flight suit open and askew. You imagine the expanse of his chest, the way the muscle would ripple in the shadows of the jungle. You’d seen him without a shirt before, the arms of his flight suit tied at his waist as he reclined beneath his x-wing making repairs. Covered in sweat and grease. The memory and the subsequent lurid thoughts have you dipping your hand down into the small opening you’ve made in your clothes, not fully comfortable enough to expose yourself entirely to the elements. When you reach the place between your thighs you have to swallow the gasp that bursts forth at the realization that Poe had been right. You’re not just wet. You’re dripping.

“Fuck.”

You think you say it quietly but a chuckle from the other side of the ship proves otherwise.

“Need any help over there?”

You ignore him and try to focus in on your own body, closing your eyes. You allow a hand to ghost over your breast as you ease a finger through your folds. You feel the insistent thrumming of your pulse even down below and your breath is shallow in your chest. The images dancing behind your eyelids show you flashes, glimpses of things you try to banish from your mind. The angle of Poe’s jaw. His faint, ever present stubble. The arch of his eyebrow. The curve of his smirk. His ass in those pants.

“Sweets…”

Poe’s voice interrupts a whimper you hadn’t even realized you were releasing.

“Poe.” Your voice is small and it cracks around his name. Your muscles are contracting but nothing you do eases the sensation. It just continues building within you. “It hurts.”

“Just come over here. I don’t even have to touch you. Just let me help you through it.”

You ponder the darkness before you, the way it envelops the other aircrafts in this makeshift parking zone. You hear a shick shick shick behind you and your cunt aches. Completely in response to the siren call of Poe Dameron’s building pleasure. You’re immediately intensely jealous. Jealous of the way that, you assumed, he was having more luck getting himself off than you were, despite the fingers inside you right now. Jealous of the way his voice didn’t crack when he beckoned you over.

But most of all jealous of the fact that he’s the one currently touching his hard cock. Not you.

You will yourself to stand up, pulling your hand out of your flight suit but not bothering to zip it back up. On jelly legs you make your way to the other side of the ship. The far side, facing away from the town square and the distant glow of the party you’ve now forgotten.

As you round the edge of the x-wing you bite your lip at the sight before you. Poe is indeed sprawled out with his suit zipped all the way down. His thick member protrudes from the bottom of the opening, a fist moving up and down rapidly, pulling from root to flushed tip in skilled motions. However the eyes that gaze up at you from under his unruly mop of curly hair are not doused with pleasure and satisfaction as you’d imagined. Instead he looks pained, almost agonized. At the sight of you he sits up a bit and does his best to give you a reassuring smile though it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, rookie.”

“That’s the drink talking,” you dismiss, despite the way your stomach swoops as you move to settle yourself down next to him, careful not to make contact. “And you know I hate you calling me rookie.”

“I’ll call you anything you want, baby, as long as you start touching yourself.”

Your cunt pulses at his words so suddenly that you almost double over. Your breathing, already ragged, speeds up as you feel the overwhelming urge to have something deep inside you. Dropping your hand into the opening in your suit you halt, however, watching Poe warily in your peripheral vision. He catches you looking and reluctantly stills the hand moving on member.

“Would sitting back to back help?” he sighs. You nod, scrambling over so that your back is to his.

This is better. This is much better, you think as you dip your hand back between your legs and into the waiting slick. You drag a finger in tight circles over your clit and do your best to calm the racing thoughts that flit back to images of Poe’s body.

The body that is currently pressed to yours, though not at all in the manner you would prefer.

Poe grunts then, making you lose your rhythm.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve wanted you, you know.”

You cut your answering gasp off at the source, not daring to make a sound lest it interrupt this information that you desperately needed to here. He interprets your silence correctly and continues.

“I’ve thought about you. When I’m in the cockpit on my way to some distant planet. When not even hyper speed can get me there quick enough before thoughts of you creep in.” He almost sounds mad, but you get it. The emotions coursing through your body along with the hormones are driving you wild and you don’t know how to feel.

“What…what are the thoughts about?” you can’t help but ask.

“I’d love to say it’s your smile or your brains or something sweet like that. And I do think about those things too, don’t get me wrong,” he says on a hoarse chuckle. “But it’s mainly your body.”

You slip a third finger inside your cunt as he says this, his words and the feeling mixing to cause you to let out an unchecked moan. You feel Poe’s body shudder against you.

“Shit Sweets you’re killing me.” You feel him tense as his hand begins moving faster. “I think about how you look poured into that flight suit. The way your tits and ass jiggle when you hop into your x-wing – fuck.” Another shudder wracks through his body and you can’t take it anymore. The way you’re touching yourself isn’t the way you usually do it. Not in those rare moments where you’ve got the sleeping quarters to yourself and you’re able to get yourself off in your bunk to images of a chiseled jawline, a clothed bulge, rippling muscles, soft, curly hair…

You abruptly pitch yourself forward to balance yourself on your knees and one hand while the remaining hand redoubles its efforts between your legs. The shift in position ends your physical contact with Poe and he swivels to see.

“What are you – ”

“Don’t turn around,” you gasp out. Your new angle works in your favor as your swollen clit becomes more sensitive, pulled down by gravity so that every swipe of your finger becomes more potent. “But for the love of gods, don’t stop talking.”

Poe is taken aback by your sudden forwardness, but he doesn’t let it faze him for long. Instead you hear his renewed efforts at jerking off as the sound of skin swiping across skin, made smoother by spit and precum, gets louder behind you.

“What do you want me to talk about? How much I wish it was your tight little pussy I was fucking instead of my fist?”

The whimper you release at that statement is unlike any sound you’ve ever made and it only spurs Poe on.

“And I just know you’re tight. I know it. And wet too, just like I guessed you were. I can hear it, baby,” he practically growls and you become intensely away of the slick, creamy sounds coming from the rapid in and out, in and out rhythm of your fingers delving into your cunt. “You’re dripping, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You close your eyes and hear his words and wish the fingers inside you were harder, thicker, him.

“You wish it was my cock inside you, I know you do. You don’t want to admit it but you wish I was pounding into you, making you feel good. Making the ache go away.”

Your answering whine confirms his beliefs and he lets out a triumphant grunt.

“Fuck, baby. I want it, too. Bury myself deep inside of you and fuck you till that drink wears off and you’re still screaming for me, that’s how good it would be.”

“Oh gods.”

“Tell me who you’re wet for.”

“Y-you.” It comes out small. You’re shocked that you even say it, especially with how much you’ve been fighting all of this. You want it. You want it in your bones and in your blood and in your tight, spasming cunt. But you also want Poe’s friendship. Want him to tousle your hair on the way to the hanger. Want him to keep sending you funny messages over your data pad, constantly trying to outdo your own silly riddles and jokes. Want to tease him and eat dinner with him in the mess hall and slap him when he says something stupid and yell at him when he does something dangerous and cry when he doesn’t come back on time from a mission…

A sob finds its way out of your body, sandwiched between two moans. You’re not sure Poe even heard it until his voice reaches your ears again, this time gentler.

“Sweets? Is this working for you?”

You take a shuddering breath before answering.

“No.”

You practically hear Poe slump in defeat, the rhythm of his hand on his length slowing down. You bite your lip before continuing.

“Take me, Poe.”

“What?” Poe whirls around so fast you feel the air woosh over you as he disturbs it. You jump to your feet, still facing away from him and yank your flight suit over your shoulders and down your body, stepping out so it pools on the ground. He watches as you get back down on your hands and knees before him in your underwear, ass in the air, waiting for him to catch up.

“I need you, Poe. Just…just please get inside me,” you say, reaching back to pull the damp fabric of your panties aside, exposing your glistening, swollen folds for him to see.

You don’t have to ask him a third time. He’s on you so fast that you’re confused by his motions. It takes a few seconds before you realize that he’s taken your discarded flight suit and stretched it out on the ground, positioning you over it so that your hands and knees are protected from the dirt. The sweetness of this considerate action is offset by the way his fingers dig harshly into your hips, maneuvering your ass so that it lines up with his pelvis. You tilt forward, aided by pressure on your lower back which raises your click cunt to the level of his cock.

“I’m going to make you feel so good – ”

“No more words, Dameron. Just shut up and get your cock inside – FUCK.” He spears you mid-sentence and you immediately fall down onto your elbows. Your ass still in the air, held in place by his hard grip, receives a smack and you cry out, feeling no pain. Only pleasure as the sting ripples through you and into your clenching cunt. He feels it deep inside you and groans.

“Maybe you’re the one who needs to shut up, baby.” His words issue forth from gritted teeth. “Always fucking teasing me with that fucking mouth.” His hips rut into yours, taking up an unforgiving pace, while the rest of his body folds over yours so his chest pressed flush to your back. One hand closes tightly around your chin, wrenching up your head and dragging a finger over your bottom lip which has grown plump from biting. “This beautiful, bossy fucking mouth. Always telling me off, telling me what to do.”

Your tongue darts out to meet his skin and his other fingers caress your chin in response. It’s a stark contrast to the almost feral way he is still clutching your hip and driving into you over and over.

There’s almost no resistance. You’re tight, cunt clutching onto his throbbing cock in an effort to keep him buried inside, but you’re wetter than you’ve ever been and it’s making his thrusts effortless. You assume it’s a side effect of the drink. But in some part of your brain you can’t believe that a plant could possibly make a man’s cock feel as good as Poe’s does right now inside you. How a plant could cause you to feel pleasure that is not simply rooted in the way his hand drags down from your jaw to wrench your breasts out of the cups of your bra. How a plant could in any way magnify the surely already intoxicating feeling of Poe’s mouth working at the side of your neck, the curve of your shoulder.

“This working, baby? This doing it?” Poe checks in then, not relenting in his thrusts. Never relenting. “You’re squeezing me, so I know your little pussy likes it.”

A shuddering gasp kicks through you before you can answer his question and he laughs. The vibrations go straight from his cock to your clit and you whimper some more.

“Your sounds. I want to record these little sounds you’re making and play them back when I’m flying. Have you fill the space in my x-wing till I can’t take it any more.” Poe presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, nipping and then laving the skin over with his tongue. “I’m going to hear these sounds in my dreams.”

“It’s…just…the drink,” you practically hiccup, barely able to form thoughts from the way your body has focused all energy, all recognitions of nerve endings to the space between your thighs. Poe slaps your ass again and you keen.

“Just listen to yourself, baby. No drink is making you sound this hot. That’s all you, Sweets.”

Before you can argue further you do take a second to listen. To the way your shallow breaths mix with whimpers and whines. The gurgle in the back of your throat when his cock bounces against your cervix. He’s right. It is hot. You are hot. You reach a hand down to your clit, desperate to increase the already mind-blowing stimulation, greedy for more.

“You feel so good. You’re sosososogood,” you barely manage to slur. Despite your inability to fully speak you make the attempt because you assume that if hearing your gasps is egging him on, your words will amplify it. And amplify it they do. Poe’s hips stutter for a second before he drops down heavier on you, thrusting deeper and from a more primal place. A hand savagely kneads at one of your breasts, playing with the nipple.

“I’ve never been this full. I can’t take it, I can’t…”

“Seems like you’re taking it pretty well, baby,” Poe coos, pressing more kisses to the side of your neck.

“I need m-more,” you gasp, realizing with urgency that the pressure in your core is finally building past the plateau of the last…hour? Half an hour? How long had this been going on? All night? It doesn’t matter because Poe’s inside you and he’s listening to you and suddenly you’re being slammed into with all the force he can muster. He expertly wrings pleasure from your body and you feel yourself careening toward a release that you can’t describe. Just out of reach and full of all the potential energy inherent in an object rocketing toward the moon only to soon plummet back to the depths.

“Poe! I…I…oh fuck…oh gods…I…”

“Go on, baby. Cum.”

“You ha- ahhhh. But you…y-you…” You’re babbling. You’re incoherent, not wanting to leave him behind in the blinding ache that comes before release. Your hands are fisting in the flight suit below you, desperate for something solid, something substantial to hold onto.

“Don’t wait for me, Sweets. Let go.”

And then his hands are closing over yours, fingers interlacing and squeezing down, pinning you to the ground with white knuckles that would hurt if you weren’t squeezing him right back, finally grounded in the way you needed.

And you’re cumming.

And cumming.

You feel every muscle in your body seize and spasm and bliss roils out through you in waves. You shake and stutter under him, feeling fresh wetness gush down around his cock as he fucks you through the feeling. You keep waiting for it to stop but it doesn’t, it only intensifies. It must be a side effect. Of the drink not the man. But when you feel yourself transcending the moment, the way your soul feels like it is literally floating above you, you use the out of body experience to take in the man who is causing this pleasure. The way he cages you in, bracing you through the storm of your orgasm, giving more and more to keep the flame burning as long as possible.

His muscles ultimately seize sometime around when your soul seems to sink back into your body and you’re one again enough with your senses that you can feel him paint your walls with sticky, hot cum. He doesn’t drop his weight on you like other men have after the completion of such exertions. Other men who had focused more on the destination than the journey, leaving you as wanting for release as you were wanting for air under the pressure of their body weight. Instead, Poe pulls you of you and flops to his back in the grass beside you. Without him holding you up you crumble down, face pressing into the fabric of your rumpled flight suit instead of the dirt, thanks to Poe.

A few minutes pass, silent except for the sound of your slowing gasps for air. When your breathing evens Poe sits up on his haunches to guide you back into your flight suit. You’re sticky from sweat and your combined cum, but you couldn’t care less with your bones liquified and your eyelids heavy. Gone is the buzzing ache, in its place a heavy sleepiness. When Poe lays you, now clothed, gingerly back down on the ground you automatically curl into him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your body.

Neither of you shares another word. You don’t have to.

Because shortly after you doze off. And for the first time in a long time your final thoughts before sleep overtakes you are not of the dread the morning will bring, but the solace you found in the night.

~*~

When you wake it’s to a dawn as grey as all the ones before it. Hazy with receding fog and with the promise of all the danger that looms ahead in the hours soon to follow. One of the planet’s suns has already breached the horizon, and you raise a hand to cover your eyes as you peer out from under the x-wing’s protective wing. Looking down you take stock.

Your flight suit is on but fully unzipped, leaving your chest and stomach entirely exposed, all the way down to your lower belly. A large hand covers one of your breasts, fingers twitching against your flesh as the man attached to it continues to dream. You follow the length of his arm to take in his body, tucked close into your own, equally unzipped, his broad torso showing through the gaping fabric. You watch Poe’s abdominal muscles contract with his inhales and exhales for a moment while you check in with your body.

The humming from last night is gone, that much is for certain. This makes you believe that the effects of the drink have worn off. You’re quick to question this hypothesis, however, when Poe stirs in his sleep and his hand squeezes down a bit on your breast. Your breath catches in your throat and fire shoots through your veins. A lingering symptom, you wonder. Or perhaps just a normal, biological reaction to sexual stimuli. You kick yourself mentally because of course it has to be the latter. It couldn’t be the third option which you won’t even allow yourself to fully consider.

You require a shower urgently, it occurs to you suddenly. And food, a realization that coincides with a rumbling in your empty stomach. Knowing you’ll never have a good enough excuse to extricate yourself from this gorgeous man’s arms you steel your nerves and pull away. When you stand, Poe groans and allows an eye to crack open, his hand flying up to shield his eyes from the rising sun. You’re silhouetted against the dawn and he takes in your outline. The curves of you.

“Morning, Sweets,” he says, voice hoarse with sleep this time instead of sex.

“Morning, Fly Boy,” you reply simply with a small smile. You feel a buzzing in the pocket of your suit then and pull out your mini com unit, even more portable than your usual data pad. The message that blares across the screen and you relay it before Poe can reach his own device which had similarly vibrated.

“We’ve got a new mission. Briefing is in an hour and then we take off.” The information feels stilted as it leaves your lips. How can you feel so entirely, earth-shatteringly changed and yet in many ways everything is still the same. The sun still came up. The war still rages on.

You look down at Poe and his intense expression as he watches you makes you think that he’s wondering the same thing.

Your heart thumps in your chest, this time unaided by any drugged drink or the eyes or hands of a man whose existence seemed both your making and undoing. Routine is the only thing that can calm these nerves. Routine is what is required to survive war. Routine and protocol and boundaries.

You zip up your flight suit with finality.

“See you at the briefing?” you ask, though its more statement than question.

“Of course.” Poe’s response is quiet as he continues to watch you from his reclining position. You’re still above him and at a distance, a position he often associates with you.

You smile and give him a good natured salute before turning and making you way back toward the town where you know the rest of the Resistance members are already bustling about and preparing for the day.

Another day you hope you, and Poe, will be lucky enough to outlive.

~*~

Doing a smaller taglist since it’s a Poe fic and I’m not sure if everyone on my usual taglist is into it (Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed for future work!): @paper-n-ashes @mariesackler @tlcwrites @foxilayde @mylifeisactuallyamess @sacklerscumrag @jynzandtonic @millenialcatlady @barbers-glimmerin-darlin @hopeamarsu @direnightshade @leather-flannel-liquor @fizzywoohoo @aliveandlonely @wayward-rose @safarigirlsp @emeraldsiren20 @finn-ray-nal-beads @maryforyou @maybe-your-left

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A monster-taming game recommendation list for fans of Pokemon

Whether you're a pokemon fanatic obsessed with all things pokemon past and present, or a veteran fan disillusioned with GameFreak's recent adoption of monetary philosophies and strategies reminiscent of other major game publishers, or looking for a monster-taming fix as you await new Pokemon content...

I'm compiling here a post of little-known games in the genre that Pokemon fans are likely to enjoy!

Under readmore cause long, but some of these games really don’t get the attention they deserve, so if you have the time, please read!

(I am also likely to keep updating and editing this post)

First up is Temtem!

Temtem is a game made by and for Pokemon fans, from the spanish indie developer Crema. Temtem is currently in early access on Steam and PS5, and is likely to remain in early access until sometime late next year. Full launch will include a Nintendo Switch release, too. Despite this, it has plenty of content to explore before full release. The developers are active, release new content on a semi-regular basis, and are responsive to the community as a whole and individuals if you happen to come across a bug you want to report.

Temtem boasts a wide variety of monsters to collect and train. It takes place in the Airborne Archipelago, a system of floating islands that orbit their star, the Pansun. The monsters inhabiting the archipelago are called Temtem, or tem(s), for short.

As far as game mechanics go, it has many similarities to Pokemon, but also many important distinctions. The biggest one, in my opinion, is that the element of chance has been removed from battle entirely. Moves cannot miss, have the same power constantly, and status afflictions have an obviously displayed countdown to when they will wear off (for instance, sleep lasts as long as it says it will last. Not 2-4 turns). PP does not exist, either. Your tems can battle for as long as their HP holds out. In place of PP, a new system called Stamina exists. Stamina is an individual stat, like HP and Attack. Each move costs a certain amount of stamina. If you go over the amount of stamina your tem has, the deficit is detracted from your health instead, and that tem cannot move next turn. Stamina passively regenerates a certain amount each turn, and items and moves exist that can heal stamina. All battles are also double-battles, you and your opponent will typically have two tems on the field at a time. This is just a few of the differences Temtem has from Pokemon, but they're some of the biggest ones.

Temtem is also a massively multiplayer game. You complete the storyline independently (or with a friend through co-op!), but in the overworld you can see other, real players moving around and interacting with the world. There is also public and area-specific chat you can talk to other players through. Despite this, all multiplayer functions are (currently) completely optional. You do not need to interact with others to complete the game.

Overall, Temtem is suitable for the Pokemon fan who is looking for a more challenging experience. Temtem is not a walk in the park you can blaze through with a single super-strong monster. For one, individual tem strength is more well-balanced than it is in Pokemon. There are very few (if any!) completely useless tems. Even some unevolved tems have their niche in the competitive scene! Aside from that, enemy tamers are scaled quite high, and you typically cannot beat them just from the exp you get from other enemy tamers. You have to do some wild-encounter grinding if you want to progress.

Temtem is a very fun game and I've already gotten over 100 hours out of it, despite only 3/5-ish of the planned content being released!

However, I do feel obligated to warn any prospective players of one thing: the current endgame is quite inaccessible. After you complete what is currently implemented of the main storyline, there is still quite a lot left to explore and do, but much of it is locked behind putting a lot of hours into the game. You kind of have to get perfect temtem to do the current PVE (and this is also somewhat true for the PVP too). By perfect I mean you have to breed a good tem and then train it to get the preferable EVs (called TVs in temtem). This takes... well, for a whole team... tens of hours. Of boring grinding. Some people enjoy it! But I don't. Regardless, the game was still worth buying because the non-endgame content is expansive and fun.

So overall, pros & cons:

Pros

Battle system is more friendly towards a competitive scene

Cute monsters

Lots of gay characters, also you can choose pronouns (including they/them) independently from body type and voice

Less difference between the objectively bad tems and good tems than there is in Pokemon

Lots of stuff to do even in early access

Most conversations with dialog choices have the option to be a complete ass for no reason other than it’s fun

Having less type variety in your team is less punishing than in Pokemon due to the synergy system and types overall having less weaknesses and resistances

At least one major character is nonbinary

Cons

Falls prey to the issue of MMOs having in-game economies that are only accessible to diehard no-life players

Related to the above point, cosmetics are prohibitively expensive

Endgame CURRENTLY is inaccessible to most players unless you buy good monsters from other players or spend tens of hours making your own. However I must add that the grind is great if you like that kind of thing and is quite easy and painless to do while watching a show or something.

Here is their Steam page and here is their official website.

Next is Monster Hunter: Stories!

This is a spinoff game of the Monster Hunter franchise released for the 3DS in 2018. If you're anything like me, and you've played the core Monster Hunter games, you've often thought "Man, I wish I could befriend and ride these cool dragon creatures instead of killing or maiming them!"

Well now you can! In Stories, as I will be calling it, you play as a rider rather than a hunter. Riders steal monster eggs from wild nests to raise them among humans as companions and guardians. And yes, egg stealing is a whole mechanic in of itself in this game.

This game works pretty differently from most monster-collecting games. You do battle (usually) against one or two wild monsters using your own, except you fight alongside your monsters too. With swords and stuff. There's armor and weapons you can smelt to make yourself stronger. Type match-ups also kind of don't exist in this game? Except they do? But not in a way you'd expect?

The vast majority of attacking moves you and your monster use fall into categories reminiscent of rock-paper-scissors. Moves can be categorized as power, speed, or technical. Speed beats power, technical beats speed, and power beats technical. The matchup of your move vs your opponent's determines how a turn will go down. If one move beats the other in matchup, then the winner's move will get to go and the loser doesn't get to do anything. If you tie, you both get hit, but for reduced damage. There's also abilities and basic attacks, with abilities basically being the same as pokemon moves, and basic attacks just being "I hit you for normal damage within this category". Also, you don't control what your monster does all the time in battle. You can tell it to use abilities, but what kind basic attacks it carries out is determined by its species' preference. Velicidrome, for instance, prefers speed attacks, but Yian Garuga prefers technical. Stamina also exists in this game in a very similar manner to Temtem.

Overall this game carries over a lot of mechanics Monster Hunter fans will find familiar (how items and statuses work for instance). You don't have to have played a core Monster Hunter game to enjoy Stories though! It's fine and is easy to understand as a stand-alone.

The story has some likable characters and is rather long (it was actually adapted into an anime!), for those of you who enjoy a good story.

I'd really recommend this one especially. If it sounds fun to you and you can drop $30, just do it. I bought it on a whim and I got a few weeks' worth of playing almost nonstop out of it, and I didn't even get to do everything! (I got distracted by Hades, oops)

Stories is also getting a sequel later next year on the nintendo switch! How exciting!

And yes, you do ride the monsters.

Pros & cons:

Pros

Large variety of cool monsters to befriend and raise

Pretty lengthy story

Every tamable monster is also rideable

Deceptively simple combat mechanics, easy to be okay at, hard to master

Incorporates some mechanics from early turn-based party rpgs like Final Fantasy for a nice twist on the monster collecting genre

Cons

Many monsters are objectively outclassed by other ones, making what can be in an actually good team more limited than you’d expect

3DS graphics inherently means the game looks like it was made 7 years before its time

Here is the Monster Hunter Stories official 3DS product page.

And here is Monster Sanctuary!

Monster sanctuary is a game that just had its 1.0 launch- meaning it was in early access and no longer is! Although the devs say they still plan to implement a few more things into the game in future updates. It is available on Steam, Nintendo Switch, Xbox One, and PS4.

Monster sanctuary is a metroidvania twist on the typical monster collecting game, meaning it is also a sidescrolling platformer in which you use abilities you gain throughout the game to explore the world around you. The abilities in this case are the monsters you get! Every monster has an ability that helps you traverse the sanctuary.

Speaking of the sanctuary, the game is set in one. The monster sanctuary is a magically shielded area, cut off from the rest of the world, created by an order of monster keepers, people who befriend and protect the mystical monsters inhabiting the world. Humankind encroached too far on the natural habitat of monsters and were hostile to the native wildlife, so the keepers created an area of varied environments to safely protect and preserve the remaining monsters of the world.

Unlike many other monster collecting games, this game only has 5 types: fire, water, earth, air, and neutral. However, the types themselves do not possess resistances and weaknesses. Instead, each monster has its own assigned weaknesses and resistances. And yes, this can include things like debuffs, physical vs special attacks, and the typical elemental types.

All battles are also 3 vs 3! And unlike in pokemon, where you can only hit the enemies nearest, all monsters have the ability to hit any opponent they want. Turns also work a little differently in that speed doesn't exist, you just use 1 move per monster in your turn and then it goes to your opponent's turn. Your monsters hit in whatever order you want them to.

There is also a quite important combo system in this game, where every hit builds a damage multiplier for the next. Moves often hit multiple times per turn. Healing and buffing actions also build this combo counter. So what monsters you have move in what order really counts!

But the main mechanical difference between this and other games in the genre is how it handles levels and skills. Instead of learning a set move at a certain level, this game incorporates a skill tree, and you get to allocate points into different skills as you grow stronger. And jeez, these skill trees are really extensive. Monster sanctuary is a theorycrafter's dream. Each monster has a unique, specially tailored skill tree, making every monster truly able to have its own niche. You can make use of whatever monster you want if you just put thought into it!

And like Temtem, this game is not made to be beatable by children. I'm sure a child could beat it, but it's not made to be inherently child-friendly like pokemon. It's honestly quite difficult.

On top of that, you are actively encouraged to not just be scraping by each battle. Your performance in battle is rated by an automated system that scores your usage of various mechanics like buffs and debuffs applied, type matchups, and effective usage of combos. The rating system directly influences the rewards you get from each battle, including your likelihood of obtaining an egg from one of the wild monsters you battled (no, you don't catch wild monsters in this game, you get eggs and hatch them). If you're not paying attention to how the game works and making good, effective use of your monsters, you'll have a hard time expanding your team!

The music is also really good, it's made by nature to be able to play over and over and not get old as you explore each area, and the composer(s) really did a good job with this. Some area songs, namely the beach one, I especially enjoy, so much so I've actually played it in the background while I do work.

This is a game I would really recommend. If I made it sound intimidating, it is by no means unbeatable, you're just gonna have to put some thought into how you play. At no point did I actually feel frustrated or like something was impossible. When I hit a wall, I was able to recognize what I did wrong and how I could improve, or I could at least realize something wasn't working and experiment until I found a solution. It's challenging in a genuinely fun, rewarding way.

Pros & cons:

Pros

Extremely in-depth combat system

I genuinely don’t know if there’s an objectively bad monster in this game

Evolution exists but is completely optional, as even un-evolved monsters can be great

Entire soundtrack is full of bangers

Large and diverse variety of monsters to tame

Cons

Story is a little lackluster, but passable

That’s the only con I can think of

Here’s a link to their Steam page and the game’s website.

A kind of unorthodox recommendation is the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon series!

Likelihood is that everyone reading this has heard of this series already, but just in case anyone hasn't, I thought I'd include it! I would categorize this as a hybrid between the mystery dungeon genre and the monster collecting genre, because you recruit pokemon as you play and can use those pokemon on your team!

If you're unaware, the mystery dungeon genre is a small subset of dungeon crawler games where you progress through randomly generated levels called mystery dungeons. Throughout the dungeons, there will be enemies to fight and items to collect. The challenge of these games is mostly due to the stamina aspect of them, in that you have to manage your resources as you progress through the level. If you go all out in each fight, you will inevitably lose quite quickly. You have to learn to win against enemies while balancing your use of items and PP, so you have enough for the next fight, and the fight after that.

Pokemon mystery dungeon in particular is famous for its stories, the likes of which isn't seen often in Pokemon games. They are hugely story-driven games and are notable for the emotional depth they possess. It's pretty normal for the average player to cry at least once in the span of the game. There's lots of memes about that specifically.

This entry in my list is also unique for being a series. So, which one should you play first? It actually doesn't matter! Each storyline is entirely self-contained and requires no knowledge of prior entries. The quality of each entry varies and is a point of contention among fans. I say you should play all of them, because they all have their merits (though some more than others.... coughgatestoinfinitycough). They're mostly distinct for the generation of Pokemon they take place in. Rescue team is gen 3, Explorers is gen 4, Gates to Infinity is gen 5, Super Mystery Dungeon is gen 6, and Rescue Team DX is a remake of a gen 3 game but has the mechanics and moves of a gen 8 game.

My only real caution is that you play Explorers of Sky, not Darkness or Time. Sky is basically a combination of the two games with added items and content. It's an objective upgrade over its predecessors, and I honestly wouldn't waste money on the other two.

I’m not going to include a pros and cons list for the PMD series because I’m incredibly biased and it wouldn’t be an honest review.

Next is Monster Crown!

Monster Crown is a monster collecting game that seems to take heavy inspiration from early-gen Pokemon games in particular. It is currently in early access on Steam and is not expensive. I learned about it through the developers of Monster Sanctuary, when they recommended it on their official Discord.

The game has lots of charm and interesting creature designs, and an entirely new take on monster typings as well. Instead of monster types being based off of natural elements like fire, water, electricity, etc. Monster Crown uses typings that seem to be influenced by the personalities of the monsters. For instance, Brutal, Relentless, and Will are all monster types!

It also captures a lot of the charm many of us look fondly upon in early GameBoy-era games. The music is mostly chiptune, with some more modern backing instruments at times, and the visuals are very reminiscent of games like Pokemon Crystal in particular. Monster Crown is definitely the monster collecting game for fans of the 8-bit era!

The thing that stands out the most to me about this game is the breeding system. Instead of one parent monster passing down its species to its offspring, you can create true hybrids in this game.

However, it is very early access. I would consider the current build as an alpha, not even a beta yet! So temper your expectations here. I have not encountered any major bugs, but visual glitches here and there are quite common. The game also could definitely use some polish and streamlining, and is quite limited in content currently. But the dev(s) seem quite active, so I fully expect these kinks to be worked out in time!

The reviews are rather positive, especially for being in early access. I'm all for expanding the monster collecting genre, so if you're looking to expand your horizons in that sense, I would recommend you at least give this one a look! I personally had quite a bit of fun playing Monster Crown and am going to keep an eye out for updates.

Pros & cons:

Pros

Charming artstyle, appealing monster designs

Faithful callback to a bygone era of gaming

Controls are fairly simple and easy to get the hang of (and are completely customizable!)

Cool breeding and hybridization mechanics

There's a starter for each monster type!

You can choose your pronouns, including they/them!

Cons

Inherent nature of being very early access means can be clunky and unpolished at times

Also not much content as of right now, see above

User interface could use some redesign in places

Here’s their Steam page and the official website!

Here’s an oldie but a goodie, Azure Dreams!

This is one I actually haven’t played, mostly because it’s really old and therefore only practically accessible if you play it on an emulator, unless you're one of those old game collectors. Azure Dreams was developed by Konami and released for the PS1 in 1997. My impression of it was that it either didn’t sell well or only took off in Japan, because it’s actually really hard to find any comprehensive information about it on the internet.

Azure Dreams is a monster collecting - dating sim hybrid. You can build relationships with various characters and can pursue some of them romantically, although that isn’t the main draw of the game. There is also a stripped-down version that exists for the GameBoy Color, which forgoes the dating portion of the game entirely.

Azure Dreams is kind of like a mystery dungeon game in that you progress through a randomly generated, ever-changing tower using the help of the familiars you have accrued throughout your adventure. Similarly to Monster Hunter: Stories, you yourself also take part in the fighting alongside your monsters. Each time you enter the tower, your character’s level is lowered to 1, but your familiars keep their experience. Thus, progression is made through strengthening your monsters. To obtain monsters, you collect their eggs, just like in Monster Sanctuary (which, turns out, was at least partially inspired by this game!)

Due to this game being very old and on the PS1, the visuals leave a lot to be desired... but if you can get past that, Azure Dreams has lots of replayability and customization to how you play the game. To this day, it appears it has a somewhat active speedrunning community!

If you don’t mind the effort of using an emulator, and like old games, Azure Dreams just might be that timesink you were looking for in quarantine.

Honorable mentions:

Pokemon Insurgence (or any Pokemon fangame/ROMhack, really!) is a Pokemon fangame that introduces Delta Pokemon, which are really cool type-swapped versions of existing Pokemon. It’s sufficiently challenging and has a lot of variety in what you can catch in the wild, so you can pretty much add whatever you want to your team! The story is quite good, and the main campaign is multiple times longer than a typical Pokemon game’s campaign. Download it here!

ARK: Survival Evolved is NOT a monster collecting game BUT you do get to tame and fight alongside a lot of really cool extinct species, including but not limited to the dinosaurs we all know and love. This game is genuinely fun as hell, especially with friends, but I must warn you: never play on official servers. I highly recommend singleplayer, playing on a casual private server, or making your own server. Here’s the Steam page.

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