#the kind you take when you're dicking around with your friend on a slow day

[d1ner]

fwb: nanami kento (18+)

nanami kento doesn't know how to be just "friend's with benefits".

tags: (fem aligned user) (uses y/n) (jealousy) (not proofread also sorry this is my first real smut ive posted on tumblr) (uses the L word (gasp!))

(art for header found on pinterest)

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fwb!nanami didn't know how to approach you, his friend and colleague, about being friend's with benefits. he wasn' the kind of man to just have sex with someone. he didn't fuck- he made love. it wasn't until gojo dug his nose in, asking you if you'd ever want a fwb within earshot of nanami- you saying you wouldn't be opposed- that made him even think to ask.

fwb!nanami who brought a bouquet of roses to your apartment the first time he came over to "netflix and chill," stumbling over his words and acting like an utter fool in front of you. it was cute, and you eased him into the situation as naturally and slowly as your body would allow. his arm was awkwardly placed on your shoulder as you nuzzled up against him on the couch, and he seemed all too focused on the movie that was playing.

"kento, do you just wanna watch the movie and try again another day?" your soft voice cooed, and it made him fall apart, the sweat on the back of his neck rolling down his back. oh god, you were so pretty. he knew he wasn't doing anything right, and yet you still looked up at him so affectionately. this isn't what friends with benefits act like, was it?

"n-no, i'm just.. i've never done anything like this before." he swallowed whatever moisture had stayed in his dry mouth, forcing himself to meet your eyes, only to meet an understanding gaze that tore down all of his walls.

"it's okay, we can go slow."

fwb!nanami who's so gentle with you during your first time together. even though you wanted your brains fucked out, his gentle touch and praise that spilled from his lips as you sunk onto his length was equally satisfying.

"you're so warm n tight, y/n.. i can't, 's too much. you feel so good," nanami groaned, his hands kneading your hips as your lips kissed along his neck, licking soothing stripes along his sensitive skin to ease him through it.

he wasn't a virgin, but still.. this. this was new. fucking someone just to fuck them. to fuck you, his gorgeous friend who had always behaved so normally towards him. would things stay normal between you two? he was already overthinking. how did friends with benefits just stay friends when all he could think about was how pretty your face twisted in pleasure, how soft your skin felt-

"kento," the sound of your sighed moan snapped him into reality, and he whimpered in his low, gentle voice, his head falling back against the couch as you rolled your hips against him. that's right- all he needed to think about right now was how good you felt milking his cock, not how your friendship was gonna turn out tomorrow.

"oh, fuck, y/n."

fwb!nanami who didn't wanna leave you that night when you fell asleep in his arms, your head resting on his chest. carefully, he carried you to bed, tucking you in while stroking his fingers through your hair.

"stay," your sleepy, mumbly voice shot an arrow through his chest just as he was trying to quietly leave your bedroom.

yes, of course he'd stay. you'd taken such good care of him, making sure he was comfortable while taking every last drop of cum he had to offer. he didn't realize how pent up he was until he unloaded into you the first time. but once your lips wrapped around him maybe an hour later, he grew more needy, thrusting his dick down your throat as he gently massaged the nape of your neck.

hesitantly he snuggled into bed with you, your sleeping form molding perfectly against his, your face subconsciously nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him close. were friends with benefits supposed to be this intmate? should his heart be racing like this?

but as the events of the day weighed heavier on him, he couldn't bear it, trying to find a way to fall asleep. with your steady breaths and warmth as you cuddled him it wasn't hard to get drowsy, but his thoughts consumed him. maybe this was a mistake- him and his bleeding heart.

fwb!nanami who made you breakfast the next morning. and everytime after that. he always brought you an offering like roses or flowers when he'd come over, and treat you like a queen each morning, kissing along your body to wake you up, tasting you before you'd get a taste of his cooking.

it was cathartic for him. no strings attached, just pleasure. it took him a while to understand the point in it, perhaps less stress?

though his heart still raced everytime you sat with him at work or hung out with him- not calling it a date.

"ken, you shouldn't have. we're just grabbing coffee," you whined with your face flushed red. again, this princely man bought your coffee for you and pulled out your chair as you sat at the cafe.

"i wanted to," he would say everytime, shaking his head. and he said the same when he insisted on walking you home from work, fucking you when you got home from work, massaging your muscles from the stress of work, oh lord this man was head over heels-

fwb!nanami who didn't realize he had fallen in love with you until someone at the grocery store asked for your number.

how could someone walk up to you, standing so pretty next to the shopping cart both you and him were putting groceries in, and ask if you were single? as if nanami wasn't standing right there, pushing your shopping cart, guiding you out of the traffic of other shoppers with his hand on the small of your back?

"oh, thank you, but i'm not interested in dating right now." was your response, making nanami's neck tighten. what does that mean? what were you two doing there?

you weren't dating, no. the point is that you were friends with benefits. no strings attached. just fucking, just pleasing each other. this grocery trip was as friends, the breakfasts together were as friends, the sex was as friends-

"ken," again, your voice was like the smooth, untouchable hand pulling him out of a bush full of thorns and pulling him into your softness. "did we get garlic already?"

"mhm," was the only sound to escape his throat. to hell if you were dating or not- he needed you, perhaps even more than you needed him. or at least more than you realized you needed him.

fwb!nanami who pounded you hard into the mattress that night. he was a gentle lover for the most part, always checking in on you, whispering your praises, moaning into your ear as he finished in you.

not tonight. he needed to let out that pent out rage, towards the person who asked you out of course- not you.

"who's this pretty pussy belong to, hmm?" he chuckled as he gripped your hair tighter, pressing your face down into your pillow harder. His free hand was holding your hips with a bruising grip, keeping your ass up as he fucked you into another orgasm.

"k-ken, aagh," you mewled, your hands balling into fists as you held the sheets tighter. "'m yours kento, f-fuck.."

he smiled- it was dizzying, your voice being so broken and yet so his. "that's it beautiful. all mine."

by the time he was satisfied he was dripping sweat, his chest against your back as his breath came out in ragged pants.

of course, ever the gentleman, he slowly slid his cock out from you, watching with possessiveness and satisfaction as his cum dribbled down your folds, and then your bruised thighs. a part of him felt bad for being so rough, but then watching your legs tremble and your pussy pulse around nothing made him feel much less guilty.

"lemme take care of you, pretty," he murmured, helping you stand before carrying you to the bathroom. he was so sweet, sitting down on the bench in the shower, having you on his lap facing him as he washed the sweat and mess off your body with his large yet gentle hands.

you were drowsy from the mix of getting fucked stupid and the heat of the shower, and nanami's soapy hands kneading at your flesh was only making you feel more at ease. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, arms weakly wrapping around him.

"love you, ken," you murmured into his neck, eyes fluttering to try and stay open.

nanami froze, feeling an intense rush of heat rise to his face from ear to ear. he was sure that he would be the one to say it first. with how he worshipped you, he was positive that the words would leave his tongue first.

but alas there you were, softly kissing his collarbone as you fought to stay awake. his heart swelled, more than his cock as it twitched. god, he could fuck you again just for saying that. but more than that he wanted so desperately to kiss you.

"i love you too, y/n," he hummed, tilting your head up to meet your content smile, pressing his lips to yours, lovingly, as if he had never kissed you before.

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[chlorinecake]

What kind of lingerie would enha legal line like on you? You can add photos 😁

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Laced With Lust | 18+ REACTIONS

༉‧₊˚ PAIRING ⑅ enha!legalline x fem!reader

༉‧₊˚ WARNINGS ⑅ established relationships, language, kissing, unprotected sex, teasing, thigh riding, handjobs/fingering, dry humping, hair pulling, boob and light bondage play, overstim, not fully proof-read

༉‧₊˚ WORD COUNT ⑅ between 200-250 per member

𓊆이희승𓊇 Lee Heeseung 232

Heeseung’s a gamer, so it comes to no surprise that E-girl inspired lingerie would be a huge YES for him. Your boyfriend was probably busy playing computer games when you decided to pop around the corner dressed like THIS, instantly grabbing his attention… Trust me when I say this man almost drooled—

Your wrists were cuffed to each wooden post of the bed, securing your hands above your head as Heeseung drew you closer to your high. The speed of his thick fingers increased with your moans, making you feel dizzy.

"Hee," you moaned, craving more than just his fingers, but also wanting him to release your hands from the restraints.

"What is it, baby," he grinned, spitting on your pussy before stimulating your clit with his free hand, "didn't you get all dressed up so I could play with you? Don't tell me you wanna cut our fun short?"

"Fuck, don't stop," you nearly begged, balling your fist as your gummy walls clenched around Heeseung's fingers.

"You're so desperate to touch me, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, Heeseung. Wanna touch you so bad," you whined, wrestling with the hand cuffs before he finally took them off.

For the next hour or so, you and your boyfriend did it in all your favorite positions, losing count of how many times you came. Let's just say, your neighbors could probably take a good guess.

𓊆박종성𓊇 Jongseong Park 220

I could totally see Jay being that one kid who had a crush on every animated bunny he saw on TV. So when you decided to dress up like a playboy bunny to surprise him when he came back from work one day… GURLLL!! I can already see him cumming on his little fuck bunny’s back, gripping your hips as he whispers filthy nothings in your ear ahhhhfcbhrfbch Whatever tf bunnies say, I’ll say it for Jay—

“You can take all of this, yeah?” He asked with a smirk, fucking his release back into you as he hit it from the back in doggy style.

“F-fuck,” you whined into the pillow, your toes curling at the sensation of Jay’s thickness rolling in and out of you at a tantalizingly slow pace. Mostly because that's all your cunt could handle...

“I wanna see that pretty face of yours as you struggle to speak with my dick inside you,” he grunted, grabbing your hair into a ponytail so he could meet your teary eyes. “Now use your words, baby.”

You let out a breath that you’d been holding in for a few seconds, feeling him twitch inside you as your pussy continued to swallow him, “I can take you, Jay,” you whimpered, kissing him on the lips, "all of you."

“Good girl.”

𓊆심재윤𓊇 Sim Jaeyun 218

Jake admires both your tomboyish and feminine side, as it reminds him that you’re not just his girlfriend, but his best friend, too. He would honestly prefer you to just (a) go braless, (b) wear a pair of his boxers, and (c) one of his oversized tee's. It just makes him feel all soft on the inside and hard on the outside when you wear his clothes—

“Babe, have you seen my Calvin Klein boxers?” your cute boyfriend called as he searched through his drawers.

“And why do you need those specifically,” you asked, waltzing up behind him with his back still turned to you.

“I have a photoshoot tomorrow, and you know how my agent feels about underwear not matching the brand,” he said with a sigh.

“Well, since you need them so badly, they’re right here,” you smiled, sitting on the bed in a seductive position.

“You want me to fuck you in exchange for MY underwear?”

“Please?” You asked shyly.

That must've been the magic word, because Jake met you on the bed like an excited puppy, snaking his hands under your shirt to fondle with your tits, "My schedule's a bit busy today, but this shouldn't take long," he smiled as you wrapped your legs around him, melting into each other's touch and kisses.

𓊆박성훈𓊇 Park Sunghoon 236

I think Sunghoon would be into the classic lingerie vibe: the kind of stuff you’d expect to find tucked away in someone’s closet on a pg-13 movie? Yeah, that. He prefers black over any color, simply because he finds it SEGGSY as hell, and if you wore heels TOO? RIP—

“Didn’t I already pay you this week?" your boyfriend asked playfully as he paced around the bedroom.

“Stop, Hoon, you know I’m not with you for your money.”

“Then all that leaves left is sex,” he smirked, taking in the black lingerie set you wore, “this is for me, isn’t it?”

“Only if I can be on top.”

He chuckled to himself, “you’re a brat, you know that?”

“And you’re mean,” you pouted, tugging at the waist of his pants before he abruptly changed his mind.

The way your heart skipped a thousand beats at this opportunity—

Sunghoon sat at the head of the bed, patting his lap for you to come closer. You started to take his pants off before he grabbed your hands, pulling your face to his, “not just yet,” he smirked, kissing you.

“Over the clothes first, princess, and if you do a good enough job, I might let you ride the real thing.”

You whined in the crook of his neck, grinding your hips against him in desperation as you craved his dick more and more with each grunt he made.

𓊆김선우𓊇 Kim Sunoo 220

I think Sunoo would be into lingerie with lots of lace and silk textures. Soft hues of pink or ivory are a plus, too, as he loves how gentle you look in those colors. To be honest, he’d probably find more pleasure in the dress up aspect of you wearing lingerie versus anything too sexual. Think of it as a couple bonding experience where you guys just drool over each other’s beauty while half-naked— SIKE

“That looks amazing on you, sweetie, but I have to fix this one thing,” Sunoo smiled, reaching his hands under your lace skirt to toy with the hem of your panties.

“Hey, this is supposed to be a dress up session, not show and touch,” you moaned, feeling his delicate fingers graze your sweet spot.

He giggled at how flustered you appeared, “I know, baby, it’s just that your underwear’s on backwards.”

“Yah, Sunoo, I can fix it myself!” You whined, feeling your face grow hotter as he pulled your panties down and past your ankles.

“Looks like someone thinks I look pretty nice, too,” he smirked, observing the wet patch at the seat of your underwear.

It didn’t take long before you ended up riding your boyfriend’s thigh while jerking him off, soiling your cute outfit after the first *of many* orgasms you shared.

𓊆양정원𓊇 Yang Jungwon 232

Finally, we have Jungwon, my comfort place… 🤧

Definitely a firm believer in less is more. He would probably feel a bit overwhelmed if you wore anything too revealing, so he prefers to stick with just a few peeks of skin here and there. Just don’t tease him if he blushes when you wear a cute lace bralette or high shorts, ‘cause he’ll make you regret it later—

“I’m so sorry, baby!” Your boyfriend yelped, observing your now red stained shirt, thanks to the cranberry juice he just dropped.

“It’s okay, Wonie, I know you’re clumsy,” you returned warmly, using a few napkins to clean the floor.

“Here, do you wanna wear my hoodie-“

“Nah, you’re good,” you said, taking off your shirt to reveal the white bra you wore beneath.

He couldn’t help but to blush at the sight, which led to you teasing him for it.

“Gosh, could you be any more easy?” You mocked before Jungwon pinned you against the fridge.

Your eyes wandered from his piercing gaze, and then to his broad shoulders that caged you in.

He took your face in his hands, passionately kissing you as his delicate hands grazed your waist. It didn’t take long for him to break from the kiss, looking back at your burning face with a smirk.

“Aww, you look so pretty when you’re flustered like this,” he cooed, walking away, but you grabbed his hand.

“Can we take this upstairs?”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Thank you so much for reading this fun request! Make sure to check my enhypen bookshelf for more interesting reads!

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[pigcowboys]

About the confession fic.

PLEASE IM STARVING FOR IT.

Thank you.

Ps.( I need more percy headcanons from you they're so good LORD YOURE AMAZING).

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

summary: part 2 to this fic part 3

warning(s): blood, injuries, rough housing, cursing, SLIGHT jealousy, unresolved feelings whoops.. & mutual pining (they're just a little slow..)

a/n: HAHAH TYSMMM <33!! i wanna write more so badly but so much is going on with school i just haven't found the time.. :( (i have something in the works actually!!)

"are you okay?"

you jumped at the sound of grover's voice, waving his concerns off with a dismissive 'just fine'. and you were, for the most part at least. or as fine as you could be with the camp currently split in two on account of the disappearance of the young nico di angelo.

you weren't especially close with him - well, not as close as he would've been with his late sister. though, you had your fair share of moments with him.

while percy was away from camp on his quest with everyone else, you became to unofficial babysitter for the boy. taking on the role you assumed his sister had to play for him during the time they were together. and it was fun. you didn't have any siblings of your own so the thought of having your very own younger one just dropped at your feet was awesome to you.

well, it was till percy and the others came back and nico's seemingly never ending cheerfulness faded with the information of his sister's untimely death. it's things like that which reminded you of why being a half-blood was so dangerous.

she didn’t deserved to die that young - shit, nobody deserved to die that young..and in that way?

it's so..fucked.

"do you know when they said they'd be back?" you asked grover, turning to look at him since the first time you began to speak. he gave you an unsure shrug. "mm..soon? i'm not too sure," he turned to look past the camp entrance. " i wouldn't worry about it though, they'll be fine."

"you'd be surprised the amount of shit percy can get himself into.." you said to nobody at all. grover seemed put of by your uncharacteristic brooding. he spared you a glance before parting ways with you to do whatever it is he had to. you didn't want to do anything right now but sleep.

for whatever reason you'd taken it upon yourself to try your best to help out with every single thing you could around the camp, touring new comers, cleaning the pegasus stables - you even assisted the stoll brothers in cleaning the hermes cabin after someone (travis) had let a couple of gerbils loose in there as a prank.

it wasn't funny. you glared daggers at travis for weeks.

maybe you were trying to preoccupy yourself or maybe you genuinely felt like helping - you weren't sure. or maybe you just missed..something.. or maybe someone? you looked towards the front entrance.

yeah..you did.

you hadn't gotten any time to think about the weird interaction the two of you shared a few weeks ago yet, it was always fresh in your mind somehow. percy was so weird. it felt like since that day you'd started to see him less and less than before. could you believe it? this guy, someone you considered to be your best friend had been blowing you off!

what a dick.

worst part was the fact that whenever you did see him, he was almost always with annabeth. annabeth, annabeth, annabeth. i mean, they couldn't of even asked you if you wanted to hang out? why were they always together? always whispering to each other and avoiding eye contact when you'd meet their prodding gaze. it was so weird..

the last straw had to be when you'd overheard them talking one time. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you just heard your name in passing and it instantly grabbed your attention.

"so..you're going to do it?" annabeth asked

"i guess."

"come on! don't be like that - you're going to scare her off if you're not passionate. about it"

"do girls..like passion?"

"obviously! you have to make her feel important." annabeth tutted. "you guys never get these kinds of things."

"you sound like one of the hunters.."

"hm?"

"nothing."

why were they talking about girls? did percy have his eye on someone? is that why he was avoiding you? he..liked someone and didn't want to tell you. but, he told annabeth about it.. and not you? you were offended - very offended. how dare he not share his feelings with you! the nerve of some people. it wasn't the fact he didn't tell you that hurt the most, it was the fact he'd told someone else before you. why was this the way you had to find that out? who else did percy tell..?

the idea of it all flooded your thoughts and refused to leave it for days after days. it might've been the real reason you were brooding so much. you stopped dead in your tracks as you looked over yonder. ares campers, and they seemed like they were preparing for something. your breath caught in your throat as they noticed you, a sneer forming onto their faces as they made a beheading motion, dragging their thumb across their neck in a threatening manner.

oh wow, capture the flag. your favorite.

"is too late to run back to my cabin?" you asked nervously, lacing your boots before standing up groggily. percy turned to look at you with a frown. "you gonna be okay?" you didn't spare him a glance, opting to fix your breastplate properly as you stared ahead.

"yeah, i guess." the corners of your lips curled as you made eye contact with another ares camper nearby who seemed to stare you down like a fresh piece of meat. your stomach turned as you clutched your shield tighter, exhaling shakily.

percy stared at you silently, looking forward at the line of campers then back to you. you turned to face him when you felt his hand brush against your own. he didn't react to your head turning, only leaning forward to grab your hand and hold it tightly.

you looked down at where your hands were clasped together then back to percy. he looked back you, a shaky smile making it's way onto his lips as he squeezed your hand tighter.

"for reassurance," he explained, lips tugging into a small smile. you nodded like you understood what he was doing, turning back to face in front as you tried your best to stay focused on not dying.

as so as the match started you were almost hit with an arrow, courtesy of the apollo campers, you concluded. your shoes scrapped the ground as you ran for cover, mud caking onto your shoes as your legs went as fast a they could.

you could hear yells and chants behind you as you dodged the botany of the forest, ducking down to hide behind a larger looking log as you waited for the opposing team to run past. your lungs hurt and you were pretty sure that arrow had just barely missed your face because there seemed to be a small slash on the side of your right cheek. as the sound of the footsteps grew farther and farther you moved out again, running past the log as you made your way to the East Woods.

A hushed whisper of your name caught your attention as you took notice of Annabeth who seemed to be trying to blend in with the surrounding woods.

"jeez, are you trying to get killed?" her eyebrows furrowed. "those ares campers are betting on this match." she rolled her eyes. "those brutes, you'd think they'd try to have some kind of sympathy for the people they hurt." she seemed to ramble on about something under her breath to which you did not hear nor care to even hear.

"where's percy?"

annabeth gave you a look. "i don't know," she looked to her right wearily. "i thought he was with you."

something in your stomach stirred. you'd just seen percy at the start of the match..what happened..? you frowned, moving from annabeth's hiding spot as you planted yourself onto the ground once more, equipping yourself with your weapon once more as you held it close to your chest.

"what do you think you're doing?" annabeth exclaimed. "you can't be out in the open like this, there's barely any cover. you'll be attacked."

"everywhere in this forest is the open."

"you know what i mean." annabeth sighed. "look, i've got a plan but, for to work we've gotta wait a little, okay?"

"what plan?"

"i can't tell you all of it right now." she frowned. "just follow my lead.."

you weren't too trusting of annabeth's plan yet you complied, following after her as she moved from her hiding spot, meticulously through the forest. she was quick on her feet and you tried your best to follow her example but it was harder to recreate with your mud ridden sneakers.

it happened quick, you barely registered the sound of a flurry of arrows being set off at you and annabeth, the two of you ducking out of the way as you took to your feet sloppily, running for your lives. your heart pounded as the sound of 4 different pairs of feet chased after you. annabeth panted harshly as she looked around in a flurry, grabbing your wrist as she made a sharp turn right into the weapon of an ares camper.

they raised their sword and swung down viciously without restraint. your shield was barely able to block the attack, swinging back as you put distance between the camper and annabeth. she seemed shaken up but still readied her weapon, steadying her helmet on her head.

you stared at the ares camper with furrowed eyebrows. "is it true you guys are betting on us..?"

he didn't reply, rushing forward to swing. your shield cushioned the blow yet the rather old material seemed to shatter slightly under the weight of the swing. what the hell did these campers eat?

you threw your shield to the side, backing away steadily as you steadied yourself. annabeth stepped forward as well, swinging at the camper with precision, trying her best to block the harsh slashes. you tried to catch your breath, bringing your hand to your chest as you raised up your head shakily.

you merely stepped forward for a minute when another camper rushed towards you, knocking into your body with full force as you flew to the side, slamming against the tree face first. your nerves could barely register the pain as your collapsed onto your side, falling right onto your right arm.

you cried out in pain, reach forward to clutch your arm as blood smeared against the sleeves of your clothes. you curled into yourself as your body grew heavier and heavier. you could remember the faint sound of yelling before you finally blacked out, losing consciousness.

you woke up gods knows how much later in the infirmary. your ears were ringing and your chest hurt. how long had you been in here? a few hours? a few days even? you looked around the room wearily, nobody else had been inside - it was practically empty. you tried to stand up but took notice of the fact your arm was bandaged.

what exactly happened..?

the door to the infirmary swung open, gaining your attention as your head snapped towards the figure that opened it. your eye widened slightly when you locked eyes with percy. he seemed surprised you were awake, his eyes glinting with a spark of concern.

"hey.."

"hey." you two said in unison. silence fell over the two of you as percy idled in front of your bed for a moment before pulling up a chair and placing it near your bed, sitting down on it as he gazed at you with worry.

"did you just wake up?" percy asked, trying to seem normal.

"sadly," you exhaled. "i would've liked to sleep a little longer."

"well, you were out for a while." percy said absentmindedly. "i - uh, we were kind of worried about you."

"thanks." you smiled slightly, raising your head to peer at what it was he was holding in your hands. "what's that?"

"ambrosia," percy replied, fishing out a small cube from the pouch. he held it towards your mouth, waving it around slightly as he waited for you to lean forward and bite it.

"you know i can feed myself, right?"

percy frowned. "why can't you just let me be nice?"

you didn't reply, shuffling forward as you opened your mouth, allowing percy to slip the treat into your mouth. your mouth swirled with the best flavor imaginable as you sunk into your bed with a sigh, turning your head to the side to gaze at percy who looked at you wearily.

"how long was out for?"

"pretty long, you broke your arm and a few other things when you fell," he tucked the pouch into his hoodie pocket. "those ares campers are so.."

"insane. can't believe they were betting on people's lives." your eyebrows furrowed. "isn't that fucked?"

percy hummed in response and the two of you grew quiet again. you stole a glance at percy taking notice of the slight eyebags on his face and the redness of his nose.

"annabeth told me everything," he paused. "i'm sorry i wasn't there."

you shrugged. "it was no big deal, i mean, i'm still alive, right?"

percy leaned forward in his chair, bringing his elbow to rest on the cover of your bed, bracing his head in his palm. "yeah but," he paused. "i don't know what i would've done if you didn't manage to bounce back." you stared at him quietly as he seemed to zone out.

"i don't know what i'd do with myself if you ever got hurt."

your eyes widened as you registered his words, your lips curling upwards. so, maybe he didn't hate you.. you sat up in your bed slowly, bracing against the pillow you were resting on as you turned your body towards percy.

"that's not gonna happen," you paused. "..again." percy smiled yet still looked slightly distressed about the whole situation. you reached out to cup his cheek, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you stretched them outward as far as you could.

"hey man, don't worry - i'm going to be fine, stop brooding now."

percy grunted rebuttals in response, exhaling when you finally released his face with a tired giggle, readjusting yourself to lay down on your bed as you settled in with a hum. percy rubbed his cheek soothingly, leaning forward to admire you.

you didn't register he was staring at you till you turned to your side and locked eyes with him, heart beating in your chest as the two of you stared at each other in silence. percy broke the eye contact, placing his hand on yours that laid still on the bed as he interlocked them.

you gave him a quizzical look as you squeezed his hand.

"it's for me." percy smiled sheepishly. "i wanna know that you're okay."

you didn't say anything only smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes, slowly fading out of consciousness as you dozed off clutching percy's hand.

#percy jackson #percy jackson fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #x reader #x reader fluff #pjo fluff

[cupidscrule]

BLACK CAT

Leon X Fem! reader

P in V, smut

[ no tw, vanillaish idk ]

1.2k wrd

”Woah, woah, slow down” Leon chuckled as you started explaining another cool story to him.

Your relationship was like the definition of a black cat and a golden retriever. You always have so much energy and are nice to almost everyone. Leon on the other hand is a tough agent who doesn’t really enjoy showing much emotion. He’s pretty stern towards others— but his softspot for you is clear.

”Okay, i’m listening. Tell me” He said while you were walking together with your fingers interlocked.

"okay okay! So THEN after Fluttershy wrote an entire song, rainbow dash just decides to throw it out? Ugh she's such a bitch. Don't you agree? I mean her friend went through all the trouble to try and get them to win the battle of the bands but she's so selfish.." you said, going on about a children's movie. You loved cute things, hello kitty, my little pony, really anything a 12 year old girl would be obsessed with, wearing cute little outfits and rambling about pointless stuff. But hey it made you happy and Leon thought it was adorable

"Mhm, yeah, so selfish" Leon couldn’t help but chuckle a little about how into the movie she was. by now he knew EVERYTHING about these stupid colourful horses, rainbowdash, fluttershy, twilight, pinkie, apple jack, list goes on. Honestly from what he knew rarity seemed like the best- I mean she was a boss bitch.

He found the whole thing pretty amusing, you were just so excited about it and he’s glad you have stuff you're so.. passionate about

"I mean, it would probably get annoying if her friend just wasted all that effort right? " He said trying to show his interest in her story.

"exactly! Ugh finally you get it" you said smiling up to him, leaning closer into his side as you two walked down back home, it was a long day. Like REALLY long, you took Leon shopping, got your nails done, bought some new skirts, and a new album. All that sort of stuff, but y'know dragging Leon aside you cause someone had to carry the shit, you were gettin really close to the outside of your house, skipping beside Leon holding hands. Life was like a dream.

But the long day out had Leon pretty tired— he had to drag a lot of your stuff around and you insisted they go to multiple stores (you tried to be nice and let him pick something out but he was too tired and grumpy, I know right such a dick head?)

When you were about to arrive home, he looked at you as you skipped around excitedly and smiled softly. Despite what he’s put through, he can’t deny that he finds your behavior adorable.

He squeezed your hand and chuckled a little before you guys got in front of your door.

"Oo Leon tomorrow we should watch rainbow rocks, then you'll understand what I'm talking about better" you say giggling as you step into your house, taking off your little boots and walking away from Leon plopping your ass on the leather sofa, even if you were like if you gave a six year old crack mixed with sour gummy worms even you could get kinda tired. Right, ain't that surprising? Little princess bitch face getting tired, after crawling over Leon like a little kid and skipping everywhere, runnin, jumping, god doing everything known to fucken man kind

“don’t know if we’ll have the time because of..” Leon muttered under his breath, he didn’t want to upset you and ruin your mood when you’re so excited.

He walked over to the couch and sat beside you silently and just observed you as you started talking about the movie. He placed a hand over your thigh, brushing up and down just silently smiling hearing you decribe your weird ass fictional horse people argue with other creatures from mythology, honestly sometimes he wondered if you needed to be checked into a mental hospital. Little grippy sock princess

“Wellll, maybe we can watch it tomorrow..” He shrugged. “I mean, i’ll do anything you want” Leon chuckled looking over at you.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, his body was pretty warm given how hot the day was and his arm was pretty comfortable.

He kissed you forehead before wrapping his other arm around you, squeezing you a little. You loved when he was affectionate, but not in a creepy way, a cute way. But after a long day a girl can get a bit needy, like sue me but when you have a hot ass man cradling you and taking you everywhere, GOD it's like an angel is sent from heaven to fuck you. But fuck you in a good homemade porno way, not one of thoes shitty ones with a whole plotline. Just straight raw fucking

You turn around, breaking his grip on you before climbing onto his lap, placing yourself onto his thigh "Woah Woah, calm down- y'know I'm tire-" he was trying to speak, silly men. You land a big fat kiss on his lips to shut him up, slowly moving yourself on his thigh, pulling away from him getting a breath, saliva dripping down your face like an animal, staring at him in the eyes, his face slightly shocked you made the first move. But you felt something perk up, bingo. Always know what can make your man want ya

"God I can't just stare at your handsome face and do nothing-" you mutter under your breath, pushing yourself closer into him, kissing his face like a big ol' dog, your free hand finding its way to his jean zipper, undoing it his fat dick springing up, he grabs you by your hips, pulling your panties aside, slapping you onto his cock, a groan coming from his lips, honestly didn't expect the day to end like this, went from talkin ponies to getting your brains fucked out. Like a good girl you ride him, his hands are placed on your hips moving you at a decent pase, bit fast but he did do A LOT of work today, guess he deserves it. Nothing else in the world matters right now, euphoric feeling, he thrusted up into you, taking one hand off your hip and grabbing your face, making you look at him, god his eyes make you MELT. He could take care of you, he was real nice with it. He groped your tits sometimes in public, but just made you love him more.

You're at your high, he knows that. Few more thrusts and you whine, feeling your body melt like butter, your weight collapses onto him, but he's not done practically druling on him, limp body he keeps fucken like a doll, if you still have a tight pussy thats all that matters, few moments and he finishes, pressing you down onto him, filling your cervix, still collapsed on him both of you breathen all heavy. "So babydoll, what happened next?" He groaned, a sly ass smirk on his face. "Mm that cunt rainbow got put in her place and they play fluttershys song" you mutter, pushing on his fat chest, rollin off him like a little kid, pussy dripping. His pants stained with you, and a heavy chest.

"I wanna-"

"No"

"Pleaseee"

#cupidscruel🍡 #leon kennedy #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy #re4 remake #re4 leon #leon kennedy re4 #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #leon smut #leon x you #leon x reader #resident evil smut #smutstuck #smut #short smut #fluff and smut #black cat x golden retriever #golden retriever reader #dark and happy #black cat and golden retriever #golden retriever girl #black cat bf #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 #re4 #re smut #fiction #writers on tumblr #cross posted on ao3

[pupyuj]

i like how the unnie line all fit (in my head) different smut tropes slfksmf

we got g!pchaewon being the leader needing to de-stress ~ g!psakura is the sometimes borderline sub loser gamer ~ g!pyunjin for me is the perv, either accidentally always getting hard or intentionally messing w/ a oblivious yn ~ g!pkazuha is so obv so subby but since i’m a wh0re for her i have to delulu her as a surprising slight dom 😋

no you're so right anon 😵‍💫😵‍💫

a lot of people write chaewon as this mean, hard dom but i like to think she has her soft moments even while she's taking her stress out on you <3 n bcs she's so nice about it, you let her dump her cum in you until early in the morning bcs you'd do anything to make her smile :((

kkura for me is the hard sub of the bunch, like she's just straight up pathetic but we love her for that!! cries when you edge her, esp when she needs to cum and it hurts her pride if you turn out to be younger than her bcs shiit she's an unnie begging a younger girl to let her come, what a loserrr <///3 but kkura's definitely good w her cock 🫣 pounds into you like there's no tomorrow when you let her, and the simplest praise always pushes her closer and closer to the edge 😩

perv yunjin is kind of spot on but like what if,, she's trying to corrupt you into being her good little slut 😳😳 touching you everywhere, hugging you too tightly, and jerks herself off when she's sleeping w you in the same bed,, releasing her load on your ass and the back of your thighs 🫣 she can be kinda gross with it too like swiping some of cum with her fingers, reaching over, and smearing it on your lips?? 😧 then she pulls you close and feels you up,, burying her face in your hair and getting hard again at your scent 😩😩 somehow you never fucking suspect anything bcs when you wake up it looks as if nothing happened, all you know is your friend is a cute n sweet girl who's always cuddling up to you whenever she sleeps 🥺 but then what if she gets frustrated w you bcs you're so dense??? yunjin cornering you one day, testing the waters and only groping your ass and breasts,,, then her hands slowly move down to your clothed pussy,, her forcefully turning you around and pinning you against a desk?? hands gripping your ass and her cock pressing against your warm core :((( you being so confused as to what the fuck has suddenly gotten into her but you're liking it??

and you don't know how to go about sex at all you let yunjin guide you but ofc.. being the perv that she is, she teaches you all the wrong and dirty things :(( letting her call you a "slut" and a "whore", her lifting you up the desk and fucking into you relentlessly bcs she has wanted this for sooo long, not at all caring about the fact that she is literally taking your virginity </3 cums inside you over and over again, and makes you promise that she will be the only one who can use you like that 😳😳

sdjksdhks kazuha for me is a really, really soft n gentle dom idk :(( big ass dick yeah but she knows how to use it well 😭 always starts off slow with you, making sure you're adjusting to her size well, asking how you're doing every minute she's really sweet :((( holding your hands while she's thrusting into you n everything <////3 but sometimes zuha is wayyy too gentle that you get a bit worked up and just tell her to fucking tear you apart,, and she fucking does! the only reason she always went easy on you was bcs she thought you were too small and delicate for her cock :( but now she knows that you're her strong and good girl,, and she can finally fill you up to the brim like she has always wanted 🥺🥺

#le sserafim smut #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #kim chaewon x reader #kim chaewon smut #kim chaewon imagines #fem reader #miyawaki sakura smut #miyawaki sakura x reader #miyawaki sakura imagines #huh yunjin smut #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin imagines #sakura smut #chaewon smut #yunjin smut #nakamura kazuha smut #nakamuha kazuha x reader #nakamura kazuha imagines #kazuha smut

[melodygatesauthor]

Last Chance

First Order Poe Dameron X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @steven-grants-world

Kinks - First Time + Enemies to Lovers (that's not really what happens I tried lol)

Summary

You are a member of the Resistance who has been interrogated by Commander Dameron of the First Order. He remembers you from his time in the Resistance and he still harbors some hatred for you. He's ready to show you just how eager he is to put you in your place.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, RAPE/NON-CON, forced sex, loss of virginity, minor mentions of blood, creampie, breeding kink, smut, sex, Poe is really mean, unprotected sex. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (this means that you should take the tags seriously! DO NOT READ if you're sensitive to some of these topics).

Word Count: 940

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“Anything else you wanna say that might make me change my mind? Heard you were a damn good pilot, maybe I can convince you to serve me instead of the Resistance,” Poe brushed the back of his gloved index finger over your cheek.

Commander Poe Dameron of the First Order fleet had a dangerous glint in his eye accompanied by a malicious smirk. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was terrifying to you. You knew exactly what he was capable of, and when he made a threat…he always followed through. If he meant to kill you, then you’d be dead before the night was over.

“Out!” He shouted, forcing you to jump.

He shooed the storm troopers out of the interrogation room. They clicked away on the durasteel floor. He tutted at you and shook his head slowly before he undid your restraints. You fell to the ground on your knees and groaned. He grabbed you by the sleeve of your coat and pulled you up. His face was so close to yours.

“What’s it gonna be gorgeous?” His eyes were darting between yours rapidly. “Last chance.”

“You’re a traitor.” You spat, trying to pull free, but you weren’t strong enough. 

“Am I?” He turned you around and slammed you against the wall, pressing himself against you, “I’m not the one who nearly got the entire Resistance killed and then blamed someone who was supposed to be their friend, am I?” He said in a low growl, bringing his lips to your ear, “am I?”

You grunt, trying to get him off of you but he’s pushing too hard, and he’s far stronger than you are.

“Fuck you.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

“No wait–!”

Poe’s gloved hand covered your mouth quickly, silencing your protests while he pulled your pants down as far as he could and then started working on his own. He was moving fast, trying to fight against you and pull himself out at the same time was proving to be difficult, but he managed.

“Stop fighting me, you were always fighting me. That’s why you ended up being Leia’s favorite isn’t it? Hm? She liked it when you would try to put me in my place.” You felt his cock prodding at your tightly pressed thighs. “Better open your legs baby or I’m gonna have to do it for you, and I won’t be nice.”

You parted your thighs ever so slightly, and squealed the moment his cock touched your entrance. He oohed and let out a dark chuckle against your cheek.

“Never been fucked before have you? No one back home broke you in huh? Guess I’ll always be doing the Resistance’s dirty work.”

There was no prep, no kind words, not even the mercy of taking it slow when Poe thrust his fat cock into your untouched hole. You felt it rip, and then you felt the warmth of blood that coated his length while he continued his assault on your tight pussy. You were crying, sobbing, and internally begging; but he didn’t care, and he wasn’t slowing down.

“Like the way your cunt feels baby, kinda wish I’d fucked you back in the day, oh you’re so warm. So damn soft.”

He was huffing into your ear, and you were crying, heavy tears streaming down your cheeks over his gloves. None of that mattered to him, he kept going; he kept rutting his fat dick into your tight and aching hole while he moaned as if he’d never felt anything better.

“You know what–oh fuck–what I’m gonna do now sweetheart? Hm?” He was breathless while he spoke, “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like giving birth to the next great First Order pilot?”

Your sobs continued, as did his incessant grinding into your ruined cunt. He was so big, splitting you wider and wider the more he fucked into you. It hurt so much you could hardly stand it, the burn of your torn skin, and it only felt like it was getting worse the longer it went on. You felt his lips on your neck, sucking there gently, now that did feel good. You didn’t want it to though. The last thing you wanted to do was make him think that you were enjoying any part of this, even for a second.

“Mm, you liked that didn’t you? Felt your pussy squeeze over me when I did that.” He kissed just below your earlobe, and your body reacted again. He huffed out a laugh, “I’m close, and I’m gonna do it. I’m going to give you a baby, make you big and round, fill you up with my cum. You ready for me sweetheart? Hm?” His voice was rough and wrecked as he sped up his pace.

You tried to shake your head; you tried to tell him no, but he didn’t care. He did it, he filled you so full of his cum it was spilling out around the sides and dripping onto the durasteel floor at his feet. He stayed in there too, pushing his spend back into you so he could make good on his promise to make you bear his child. He stayed inside of you until he was soft, and his breathing returned to normal.

You were still crying as he let go of you and stepped back, pulling his pants up and looping his belt closed. “I’ll send the troopers back in to get you. You’ll be staying in the med bay under twenty-four hour supervision until my child is born, and then after that…you’ll be staying with me.”

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Poe Dameron Masterlist

Star Wars Masterlist

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

FinnPoe headcanons (plus tiny bit nsfw)

A/N: Yes, I am a FinnPoe shipper (just like Oscar Isaac himself) and I had a little idea in mind. :>

You were friends with Finn before, and he was best friends with Poe. You all three became best friends and at some point... more than that...

At first Finn and Poe were a little shy with you, but they very quickly began to love and appreciate you.

While Finn was the more 'slow but safe' kind of guy, Poe was the hot-headed risk taker, which resulted in more than one close calls.

They loved flying around in the Millennium Falcon with you. Poe even brought BB-8 to give you company on long flights while he and Finn were in the cockpit.

Those two were happy to take you anywhere in the Galaxy. Wanna go check out Coruscant? Naboo? Kashyyyk? Tatooine?Heck they would even fly to The Maw if you just wanted to take a look.

Finn and Poe wouldn't be mad at you for getting souvenirs from other planets and stuffing them into the Falcon.

It's safe to say Finn and Poe will get attracted to you as the time passes, so I hope you don't mind them wanting to do more with you.

It all started with you hearing them talk in the cockpit of the Falcon, they thought you were sleeping. You heard them talking about you, how they like you, how much you mean to them. And the first one to drop something dirty was of course Poe. But hearing Finn talking dirty didn't made it any better...

While you knew what they thought about you, you shook off the dirty part. Until one night the heating system of the Falcon broke down and the boys had to repair it. You were freezing and they noticed. So both of them decided to share body warmth with you. :)

That night while you were literally squished between those two heating figures you decided to bite it and ask them about what you heard. You felt both of them heating up even more after they had realized you heard everything...

Of course one day your boys were getting a little needy and they asked what you would think about if they would try something with you.

You quickly learned Poe was the more kinky one of the two while Finn was the vanilla kind of type. Well, but that quickly changed...

Did you have a stressful day? Your boys will gladly be there to help you out. They were always ready for some fun if you were up to it. The boys would happily take turns on you or double team you straight away. <3

Their aftercare would include lots and lots of love, especially towards spots they were particularly rough with.

"Did we get a little rough with you, baby? Don't worry, we will take care of your body."

"Yeah, get prepared to be treated like a princess/prince!"

I hope you're okay with love bites and hickeys, because with those two you will get covered in them.

Sometimes Finn and Poe fight on who has the pleasure of going down on you...

Finn is a more submissive guy and Poe is the dominant one, so you have your fair share of those two sides. :)

Finn and Poe also like to spoil you - in and out of bed.

They also want you to be safe. If they were in a hostile system, they will tell you to stay close with BB-8. If pirates attack the Falcon, Finn will be by your side while Poe deals with the enemies. At the end they will make sure you're okay. <3

The more you spend time with making love, the more you notice the preferences Finn and Poe have.

Both of them love going down on you, sometimes they would even wake you up like that. Poe and Finn both like to sandwich you. But they prefer to have one part of you for themselves, for example: Finn likes to have his dick down your throat and Poe likes to ravage your hole.

Either way, all three get satisfied at the end.

Poe is also the more possessive one, but Finn liked the idea of possessing you too and now they both are. Especially in bed...

"You're taking us so well, honey. When we're done with you, you'll get cherished by us."

"Bet no one else can make you feel so good like us, yeah? But guess what, nobody else will get you because you're ours."

God forbid if you tease them...

At first they will tell you to stop. If you don't stop after that, they will warn you once. After that you're done if you didn't stop.

If you somehow tease them while you three are in public they will make out their mind to make you pay.

If you tease them while in the Falcon you're pinned down faster than you can say X-Wing.

They will take their time with you, making sure you're not off the hook that easy.

"That's what you wanted, hm? To tease me and Poe so we can teach you a lesson?"

"We're not done with you yet, honey, not by a long shot. And after this round? We will take turns on teaching you."

Being in a relationship with Finn and Poe won't get you bored. The boys are always up for an adventure. :D

Finn and Poe are also your protectors, you won't be alone with them. You're always with either Finn or Poe if you can't be with both, you're never alone. They can't bear the thought of you getting hurt. You're their precious darling. :)

#star wars #john boyega #oscar isaac #poe dameron #finn #fn 2187 #finnpoe

[abeautylives]

Imperfect Moments - Chapter Twelve

a/n: Thank you thank you thank you for your patience. Life happened for awhile, but to make up for it I wrote entirely too many words for one chapter. Welcome to the first part of the last part 🫶

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: almost 6.8k this chapter

series summary: You're in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

chapter summary: The right words can be hard to find, even when they’re hiding on the tip of your tongue.

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, mentions of sex and sexual situations, language, drinking, mushy fluff, graphic sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex, smut almost directly below the cut

I love you.

You’re floating in one of those dreams again, the kind that seems so real, but somehow you still know you’re on the precipice of waking up. You can almost feel him moving inside you, a gentle pulse between your legs as your body reacts to the image your brain has fabricated. On this plane, you can feel your eyelids fighting the fire of the dawn, fluttering against the sunlight coming through the blinds you’d again forgotten to close.

I love you.

It warms you from the inside as your waking senses continue to return, you can feel the rise and fall of Jake’s chest against your back, radiating heat that warms you further. It’s not until you feel the gentle press of his lips against your shoulder that you realize he’s awake, but you keep your eyes closed and attempt to stay in your hypnagogic haze, the soft tendrils of your dream loosening their grip and slipping away.

“I love you…” Oh, it’s barely a whisper, nearly drowned out by the ambient noise of the city waking up below your bedroom window.

You don’t know that he’s done it before, a few times in the last handful of days, whispered into your skin in secret as you slumber peacefully against his side. He doesn’t know that he’s been caught, and you’re still not entirely sure that you weren’t dreaming those subdued murmurings. You let your eyes crack open, one first, just to test it out before opening the other.

He sighs deeply, a content sound. “I love you, sweetheart…”

Oh, Jake. You definitely heard that one, quiet but ringing loud and clear and in the glaring light of reality. Does he want you to hear? It doesn’t seem like it, and you think he can sense the change in your breathing when his body tenses then relaxes again behind you. In an attempt to maintain the semblance of normalcy, and in hopes of not making him uncomfortable, you do what you would on any other morning.

He hums into your hair when your body elongates into a slow stretch, your back arching to push your ass into his hips. His response is exactly as expected, the arm wrapped around you pulls you closer and his dick hardens against you.

“Mm, morning baby.”

You can almost hear the smile in his voice as he replies, no sign of sleep coating his words. “Good morning, sweetheart…”

Rolling over in his arms, you wriggle until you’re sprawled across his chest and hovering over his face, where you pepper kisses across his cheeks and forehead until he’s giggling. It’s a precious, bubbling sound that you don’t often get to hear but it’s cut off in his throat as you move a leg to straddle his lap.

He cranes his neck to capture your lips that are still roaming his face, catches your bottom lip between his perfect teeth and grazes them over it. When his tongue slips out to caress it, you lift your hips and reach between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his still hardening cock. His tongue finds entrance to your mouth as you sink down around him. A mutual sigh of relief passes between you as he fills you completely and flexes his hips up into you.

“Fuck I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.” He’s wearing a look of disbelief as he lets his hands and eyes roam your skin.

You let your own do the same, take in the subtle shadows that the morning light is casting over his face and the way it draws out the different tones and natural highlights in his hair that’s tangled and splayed over your pillow. His skin is pale from the confines of winter but no less perfect or impossibly soft under your fingertips.

“Mm, how do you think I feel?” The thickness of sleep is still laced through your words as your hips roll over his lap and the gentle drag of his cock inside you leaves you a little breathless. “Remember when you let me think you hated me?”

It’s so ridiculous now, and you offer him a smug grin and a lifted eyebrow as you brace your hands against his chest and quicken your rhythm until you’re bouncing over him softly. A deep groan rumbles under your palms and escapes his lips.

“Jealous, I was jealous of him.” He’s thrusting up from the mattress to meet the rise and fall of your body, his gaze travels down from your face until he’s watching himself disappear into you over and over. “Stupid, really. But I just wanted to- oh..”

He’s interrupted as you tighten around him, his eyes squeeze shut and his chin lifts as his head sinks back into the pillow. It’s a beautiful sight to behold, and his lips part as his jaw goes slack when you clench around him again.

“Wanted to what, baby? Tell me…” you coo with faux innocence, as if you’re not toying with his body for your own enjoyment.

His answer is a sharp thrust that tosses your body forward into his chest, his hands come around you and one sinks into your hair as he bends his knees and plants his feet on the mattress. He uses the leverage to fuck into you harder, a low chuckle emerges from deep in his throat as you’re reduced to gasps and whimpers hovering above him.

Directly into your ear, he murmurs, “I just wanted to give you what you deserve. He certainly couldn’t do it.”

This topic of mid-fuck conversation flips a switch in him, something that hasn’t been triggered in a while, and suddenly he’s wrapped around you and rolling until he’s the one hovering over you, nose to nose with his hair falling around your face like a curtain. “I give you everything you need, right?”

“Everything, you’re everything, Jake.” It’s not a pleasure-induced rambling, he’s given you more than you knew you were missing, more than you think you could put into words. As your heels dig into the flexing muscle of his ass, coaxing him to crash his hips into the back of your thighs, your mind wanders to the hushed words that had awoken you.

He loves me.

You lift your chin to push your lips into his, slotting together as if two pieces of a puzzle, laser cut and shaped so as to only ever fit the other. He hums into the kiss before breaking it to trail them over your cheek until he reaches your ear again.

“Cum with me, love.” It’s a gentle command and you’re nodding your acquiescence as he lifts himself from you and pops his thumb into his mouth. You watch as he brings it down to your clit, he watches your face as he brushes over it once.

“More, baby please…”

“Sound so pretty when you beg. Don’t worry, I’ll always give you what you want. Anything.” He slips his thumb lower and draws your own arousal up to swirl it over your sensitive skin, watches your body, already bouncing and shifting up the bed with the force of his thrusts, as it arches into his touch. He’s playing you like his acoustic, as if he’s held you just like this every day for longer than he can remember, memorized exactly which movements of his fingers will draw the prettiest music from your lips.

“Jake, close, m’close don’t stop…” You repeat it like a mantra, the pitch of your voice rising with desperation.

“Oh I feel you, lemme have it babe. I’m there…”

He’s got you wound tighter than the strings of his guitar, threatening to snap. A final circle pressed hard against your clit slams you into an orgasm almost too violent for the calm serenity of the morning, the world around you still waking up as you scream his name. He follows suit, reaching his peak and spilling inside you quietly, just a few soft grunts signaling his release. His hips keep moving, rolling into you slowly until you come back down to join him, grounding you on earth and in the moment.

Your muscles loosen gradually as you melt into the mattress, and when you pry your eyes open they find him propped over you.

“Welcome back, love.” You’re positive you’ll never get tired of that smile. It’s arguably not as beautiful as when he lets a real one break across his face, when he showcases all of his obnoxiously straight teeth, but this one feels like it was only ever meant for you. And how far you’ve come since the first time he gave it to you, a time when you couldn’t even appreciate it. Shy little thing, you love it.

I love him.

Does he know?

How do I tell him?

“Where'd you go… are you with me?”

There’s concern creasing his forehead, his eyebrows drawn together as he assesses you, eyes bouncing around your features. You lift a hand to smooth it out, the touch of your fingertips working instantly to put the smile back on his lips.

“I’m with you, always. Forever…”

The smile stretches into that wide, strikingly beautiful one. “Forever?” His eyes are locked onto yours, searching them for the truth of it.

“I…” You drag a deep breath in past parted lips. “Yes, if you want that.”

“I don’t think I could live without it.”

He loves me.

He’d slipped himself from your body and stood from your bed, tugged you up with him and dragged you to the shower. He’s watching now from his usual seat at your tiny table as you scroll on your phone, leaned against the kitchen counter next to the coffee pot.

“Anything interesting today?” Since the night at the bar, you’ve been a little obsessed with keeping tabs on what the world may be saying about you. Despite his warnings that you should stay off the internet, he knows your curiosity will win out over his sensibility.

“No, thank god.” Your phone lands face down on the counter as you turn to pour two cups of coffee.

“You wanna give them something to talk about?” His grin is nearly audible from behind you, though you can’t imagine what he’s about to suggest. Turning back to him slowly, you carry both mugs to the table before asking what he could possibly mean.

“Come home with me for Christmas. It’s cold as shit but it’ll be-“

“To Michigan? You want me to go to Michigan with you? Like, where your parents live?”

Charmed by your apparent confusion, his soft chuckle provides you no answers. “Yeah, you know. It’s not much, but it’s sort of special during the holidays, if you’re into that kind of th-“

He’s cut off by a crushing hug, your arms thrown around his shoulders and coffee splashing over the rim of the mug in his hand before he can set it down. Once it’s safe on the surface of the table, he slides his palms over your back until you’re wrapped tight in one another. Into the hair covering your ear, he laughs out, “Is that a yes?”

Just over a week later, you’re in the back of a car en route to the house your best friend and your boyfriend grew up in. Josh is in the passenger seat talking the ear off of the driver, hands moving wildly as he does so. Your own hand is grasped in Jake’s and you can feel your grip growing tighter by the second before he lifts them and places a soft kiss to the back of yours.

“Relax, sweetheart. They don’t bite. I don’t think.”

His voice is calm and reassuring, as you’re sure it’s meant to be, but you can’t help the nervous butterflies.

“Besides, you’ve met them before? What are you so anxious about?”

The after party. They had been at the after party, but Josh had actually failed to introduce you before the night took a turn for the worse. Or… the better? You wonder how that had been only four months ago, yet your world has changed drastically since then. Your heart has changed.

“Things were… different then, Jake. You know that. What if they don’t like me?” He chuckles at the absurdity of your question before taking in the worry that has you chewing over your bottom lip, your mouth turned down into a frown.

“They do like you, they always have. Now they just have even more reason to. Look how happy you’ve made their favorite child.” A wide smile spreads across his face and his sharp laugh interrupts Josh’s front seat ramblings as you reply.

“I don’t think I make Sam that happy.”

Josh turns in his seat to find you both cracking up at your jest, hands still intertwined as Jake’s other one is clutching the lapels of the pea coat covering his chest and you’re using yours to wipe tears from your eyes. He doesn’t care much about whatever joke he’d missed, but thinks that he quite likes the two of you like this. You’re good for each other, certainly better lovers than enemies. He smiles to himself as he turns forward in his seat and watches his parents’ house come into view.

“Collect yourselves children, we’re here!” The joy in his unique voice matches the emotion written across Jake’s features. They love coming home when they can, but they’re each excited about this trip especially. You are their prized possession, a cherished trinket that they’ve brought along to show off and share with their loved ones. The knowledge of it is intimidating, you feel awkward in your own skin as the car pulls into the driveway.

Ever the gentleman with a dramatic flair, Josh bounds from the front seat as soon as the car is parked and quickly shuffles over the light dusting of snow covering the ground to reach your door. His hand is offered to you as soon as the breeze whooshes in and bites at your cheeks, but you turn inward to Jake before taking it. Your words are just for him.

“I’m here with you, you know that right? Because you asked me to come, and I wanted to be here with you.”

He knows why you’re reassuring him and can tell that it’s genuine, but the seriousness in your tone pulls the corners of his mouth up into a curly grin. “And I couldn’t be more pleased that you came. As always.”

A crack of laughter rings out through the car again as you swat at his chest and he pushes your hands away to take hold of his brother’s. Josh tugs you out of your seat and into the frostbitten air, taking the opportunity of the brief moment alone before Jake’s exit to ask a quiet question between friends.

His breath is visible between you as he murmurs, “Darling, can I talk to you later? Alone?”

Your heart sinks and settles into your stomach, an involuntary reaction reminiscent of being in trouble with the principal.

“Um, yeah of course. Is everything okay?” Josh only giggles at the nerves lacing your words.

“Never better, I just have something I’ve been meaning to ask you, but my lesser half is always around.”

“Don’t call him that. You’re both equally obnoxious. We’ll talk later, promise.” As Jake’s door closes and you hear the crunch of his Chelsea boots over the crystalline powder coating the driveway, you place a warm palm to one of Josh’s chilled cheeks, turning pink in the cold. “Love you.”

With a shared look and affectionate smiles, you both turn to help Jake pull your luggage from the trunk. They insist they’ve got it and you wrap your arms around your chest as you walk up the drive together, a feeble defense against the temperature. Jake seems unaffected and you’re silently cursing him and the pea coat that had convinced you that your usual winter coat would be enough. Josh, a perfect antithesis of the man he shares matching DNA with, is wearing what might be considered a normal-sized puffer coat on a normal-sized man. On him, however… well it’s almost comical. The hood is lined with fur and resembles a large animal draped across his shoulders.

He does look warm though.

The front door swings open before your trio makes it to the porch, you suck in a steadying breath as the twins leave you to ascend the steps ahead of them. Hesitant to greet their mother before they’ve had a chance to, you don’t move closer to the entrance once you’ve reached the top but she’s not having it.

Just as unaffected by the cold as her second-born, Karen bounces through the doorway and wraps her arms around you.

Home.

Stunned for just a moment, the word, or more so the feeling, flashes through your thoughts before you return her embrace. You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing like that before you hear a throat clear behind you, leaving you also unsure of how you’re able to differentiate the sound as Jake rather than Josh.

“Great to see you too, Ma.”

“Hush Jacob, I just saw you last month.” Her face, so similar to Josh’s, is glowing as she pulls back to finally look at you. “It’s so good to officially meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Yikes.

“Likewise, you’ve raised a bunch of mama’s boys Mrs. Kiszka. They never shut up about you.” You’re grinning at her as you exaggerate the truth only slightly. She matches your smile with her own as she tells you to call her by her first name.

Their dad is an easier contender, no less happy to have you in their home but less intimidating than their loquacious mother. You see a lot of him in Jake; reserved and soft-spoken, Jake even takes after him in the same ways that Josh more so resembles their mom.

After everyone has properly greeted one another and you’re shooed away to settle in, you find yourself alone with Jake in a small bedroom with two even smaller beds packed into it. As soon as your luggage is tucked away, a hand wraps itself around your upper arm and you’re pulled against his chest. Arms around each other, he holds you silently like that for a few long moments, not unlike the way his mother had embraced you on the porch. Over his shoulder, you take in your surroundings, the remnants of his childhood plastered to the walls he once shared with Josh. You get that feeling again.

Home.

Your mind drifts as you stay like that, to that morning in your apartment, the words you’d caught him whispering while he thought you were unaware. When you lift your head from its resting place on his shoulder and pull back to see his face, you find what you’re expecting. Those same whispers swimming in his eyes looking back at you.

The words are on the tip of your tongue, your lips are itching to open and release them. You hesitate. His expression doesn’t change with your continued silence, he’s looking at you with all of the fondness and admiration that he always does but you feel guilt creeping in as your mouth refuses to speak the truth.

Just tell him.

He reads you like the pages of his favorite book, dog-eared and worn and nearly committed to memory.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?”

Oh, I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me and we’re both too chickenshit to say it.

“If I say ‘nothin’ are you gonna believe me?” You bat your eyelashes at him prettily and turn your lips up into a coy grin, which he accepts as an invitation to brush his own lips over yours.

Against your mouth he murmurs back, “I think you know me better than that.”

You share a kiss that lingers, that gives you a second to collect your thoughts. When it breaks, you take a deep breath in through your nose, open your mouth, and say it.

“Jake… I-“

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Before either of you can tell him to come in or go away, Josh pushes the door open.

“Oh good, you’re decent.”

Jake holds eye contact with you for a beat, curiosity turning one of his eyebrows up, before dropping his arms from you and turning to face his brother.

“You’re such a prick. What do you want?” He sounds kind of pissed, and it’s because he is. You were about to say something important, he could feel it, his heart beating like a drum in his chest with the hope that you were about to do what he hadn’t been able to.

Ignorant of the fact that even though all of your clothes are on, he had interrupted something, Josh pulls his own luggage into the room and begins to ramble about special Christmas tree ornaments and going into town and ice skating.

“Not tonight, we just got here and I’d like to- wait, why are you putting your shit in here?”

“Where exactly would you expect me to put it, genius? Sam’s staying in his room, there certainly isn’t space enough in that closet for the two of us. Ron’s gonna be in her room I’m sure. By my calculations, that puts me… in my own fucking room?”

It dawns on the three of you that the sleeping arrangements had not been well planned to include you.

“There’s a pull out couch in the basement. Take your stuff down there, Josh.”

“Fair point, but no. Wouldn’t it make more sense for the two of you to stay down there? Less chance of anyone hearing the sounds of your raucous lovemaking, you know, I’ve been subjected to the horrors of it enough to last a lifeti-“

“Okay. That would be fine, right Jake?” You interrupt before there can be any further discussion of your sex life. Jake concedes, but only because you did first.

“Fine. Sure. But we’re not going into town for that bullshit, not tonight.” He pauses and turns his face to you. “Unless you want to. My mom makes us all pick a ‘special ornament’ every year, and it’s kind of stupid but she’s sentimental like that. We can go if you want-“

“It doesn’t sound stupid. I’d love to go, but Josh I agree. Maybe not tonight. Would you ask your mom if we can go tomorrow?”

They’re both staring at you as you speak and neither respond when you’re done. Jake is smiling when he looks back to his twin to say, “Okay so now that that’s all settled, we’ll take our stuff downstairs later. That’ll be all Josh. You can go now, we’ll be down in a minute.”

“Ya know, you’ve made each other extraordinarily boring.” Jake has taken him by the shoulders and is shoving him back out into the hall. “You used to be fun. You’re like an old, boring married couple! Remember your youth!” He’s laughing loudly as he yells over his shoulder before the door closes behind him.

You can still hear him cackling in the hallway as Jake wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in again, touches the tips of your noses together.

“I hate that guy sometimes.” The upward curve of his lips would give away the lie if you didn’t know the truth. “He’s kind of a cockblock.”

“This house is a cockblock. You have no chance of getting laid under this roof, not this week.”

His hands, palms pressed flat across the expanse of your back, slide lower until he’s got two handfuls of your ass. With a squeeze he pulls your hips into his and tucks his face into the crook of your neck. You feel his nose brush featherlight over your skin as he draws it upward until his lips are next to your ear.

“You’ll change your mind, needy little thing. Why would you deny yourself when I’m. Right. Here.” He punctuates with nips of his teeth just below your earlobe, your body betrays you and a whimper sounds from low in your throat. “Ah, you’ll have to stay quiet when you let me in sweetheart.” All you can manage is a simple nodding of your head as he smooths a hand up your body and brings it around to wrap fingers under your jaw.

He uses his hold to turn your head to the side and expose more of your neck to him, tucks his face in again and connects his mouth to the skin exposed right at the edge of your sweater’s neckline. Your hands reach out and you curl his t-shirt into your fists just as he pulls your skin past his lips.

On a hushed breath, you scold him. “Really, Jacob?!”

He chuckles against you before you hear a muffled mm hmmm. You can feel the bruise forming before he releases your skin with a pop.

“Your childhood home has turned you back into a fucking fifteen year old. I have a fucking hickey, and I have to hide it from your parents.”

“Keep talking dirty to me, we might just skip going back downstairs.”

You can’t help but grin back at him until your cheeks hurt, but you’re swatting him away until he drops his hands from you and shoves them into the pockets of his jeans.

“Not a chance, babe.”

He moves to sit on the edge of what you assume to be his bed and pats the space next to him. When you perch yourself there, he reaches to take one of your hands in his. His focus lingers there for a moment before he locks wide brown eyes onto yours.

“What were you about to say before he walked in? Don’t look at me like that, I could see that beautiful brain of yours turning something over. You think I’d forget?”

The look on his face says get real, sweetheart before his expression turns soft again, eyes pleading with you to tell him. The moment wasn’t exactly right before Josh interrupted and it feels even less so now. You know Jake is watching you overthink it again, and your fear is winning out.

It comes out as a whisper, woven with just a tiny bit of regret.

“I’ll tell you later. Not right now…”

The corners of his mouth turn down for just a split second before he corrects himself and smiles in understanding. He matches your volume as he replies, “Okay, love. Later.” His free hand comes up to cup your jaw and he leans in to pull a kiss from your lips. You let out a shaky sigh as he stands from the bed and tugs you up with him.

When you make it downstairs, after taking a moment to conceal the mark Jake had left behind, you find that Sam had arrived in your absence. Confusion flashes over his features at the sight of you entering the kitchen with your hand intertwined with his brother’s, he lets his jaw drop in surprise. You realize the twins hadn’t told him you were coming.

“Well shit, I guess things are official, huh? Coming home to the parents for Christmas? Ballsy move, kids.”

Even as he taunts you he’s moving from the spot where he’d been propped against the counter. Jake releases your hand just as Sam wraps his long arms around you in a hug and lifts you off your feet, making you giggle over his shoulder. He smacks a loud kiss against your cheek as you’re placed back on the ground. Before he lets you go, he whispers into your ear, “Impressive. He hasn’t brought a girl home since high school.”

For the room, he offers, “I hope this isn’t my Christmas present. No offense but Y/N is not what I asked for.”

It works to make his parents chuckle, their mom looking on with emotion shining in her eyes. You can feel it too, despite the debacle over the bedrooms, you fit here. You think that you probably would have fit here even simply as Josh’s friend, but you’ve found yourself interwoven into this family in a way you would have never predicted.

Behind you, awaiting your return to his side, Jake’s thoughts are similar.

Across the kitchen, Josh watches his twin’s expression go wistful as he’s watching you embrace their little brother and laugh with their parents. He feels his own joy having you here with his family, but he can feel Jake’s emotions as if they’re his own, and suddenly something other than intrigue over your relationship bubbles up inside him that he’s not entirely familiar with.

That could’ve been him. There was a time when you wanted this with him.

Am I jealous?

He physically shakes the thought from his head, writing it off as ridiculous.

You eventually decide as a group to order pizza for dinner, “from Lazy Dog, Little Caesar’s is shit”, and settle in at the dining table to share it over a few beers. The Kiszkas are close, you know they communicate often and Karen and Kelly stay caught up on their children’s lives. This leaves most of the conversation directed at and about your own life, but you quickly find that they seem to know everything about you already.

With every bit of information you offer, you’re met with “Oh right, Jake mentioned that!” or “Oh I think Joshua told me that once.” It’s kind of cute, the way Jake has talked so much about you in such a small amount of time, especially to his mom. You’re a little surprised that Josh has shared as much as he has. You’ve known him well for much longer, and you probably had hoped in the past that he would talk to people about you, his best friend, but you ended up left under no illusion that he cared as deeply as you did.

“So Y/N, how did you and Jake wind up dating? The boys are so hush hush about it, but I love a good love story.”

You nearly choke on your drink as Karen speaks. Sam is snickering into his own beer, though he doesn’t even know the full truth of it. Jake is seated to your right at the table, and you both attempt to lock eyes with Josh across from you. His own eyes are bouncing between your faces and you’re sure none of you are doing an excellent job hiding your slight panic.

The truth? That you were brutally rejected by your best friend and his brother offered to sleep with you to make up for it. A love story for the ages.

The silence goes on just long enough to get awkward.

“Okay, maybe I don’t need to know.” Their mother tries to laugh it off, it’s clear that none of you are willing to share. But Jake does speak up.

“I’ve always liked her. Really, from the first time Josh introduced us, I liked her.” You whip your head around to face him, eyes still wide. He continues, speaking about you but directing his words to you when his gaze meets yours. “The first time we all hung out together, I understood why he spent so much time with her. She’s quite charming… and pretty funny, though not as funny as me.” He pauses briefly when you snort a soft laugh, but the rest of the room remains silent. “She’s caring, and supportive. And I’m sure you can all see that she’s beautiful. I think I pretty instantly fell for her a little.”

You can feel your mouth hanging open, your eyes must be bulging out of your head. He’s never told you this. You’d believed the complete opposite of this before he first told you he’d never hated you.

“But…” Oh god, please don’t say something stupid Jake. “When I first met her, she was interested in someone else and I didn’t have the balls to tell her the truth.”

There it is. But he’s not quite finished.

“And when I finally did, what, like a year and a half later, she took a chance on me.”

Complete silence falls over the dining room when he’s done, and you take a second to scan your eyes over the other faces at the table. They’re all looking back at you, and they’re all smiling. Except for Josh. He’s the only other person in the room that knows exactly what happened, exactly how you’d gotten to this point and all the fucked up parts of the story. He looks just as shocked as you with what appears to be Jake’s confession, as well as the way he’d spun the tale and left out the ugly parts.

Sam breaks the silence and clears his throat. “Well that was cute but I’m beat and this is awkward as hell. I’m going to bed.” He stands from the table and nobody stops him. He’s right, it is awkward and you’re feeling the brunt of it. Jake hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, though his cheeks are tinted pink with what might be embarrassment.

“That was really sweet, Jacob.” He shifts his gaze to his mom as she addresses him. “We’re glad you’re here Y/N.” You offer her a tight smile as you nod and thank her for having you. She shoots her husband a look that has him following her as she stands and starts to clear the table, leaving you and the twins alone.

Jake moves to stand but Josh finally speaks, stopping him.

“That’s true, isn’t it?” Jake just lifts an eyebrow, which his twin understands as a request for elaboration. “This whole time, I’ve been confused about how this came out of nowhere, the two of you. But it wasn’t out of nowhere, it’s been there all along, for you.”

Josh is never subtle, so his words don’t come as a surprise to his brother.

“It has. For me.” With that, he stands and with a hand placed on your shoulder, leans back down to kiss the top of your head. “I’m gonna go move our stuff to the basement, sweetheart.” He doesn’t await a response before leaving the room.

Just like that, the room is empty save for you and your best friend. You’re still a little stupefied, unsure of what to say. Josh rarely has that problem.

“I think now is a good time to ask you that question, darling.” His face, as sweet and perfect as it always has been, is alight with a hint of mischief.

“What is it, Josh?” You’re suddenly exhausted, emotionally overwhelmed by the last few minutes and frankly, ready to stop talking. You squeeze your eyes shut and rub circles into your temples with your fingertips.

“Are you in love with my brother?”

When your eyes shoot open, they find a wide, blinding smile splitting his face. He does it like this sometimes, every single tooth on display and most of his gums. He looks deranged.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’d love it if you were honest with me. I’m still your best friend, right?”

He is, of course he is. You tell him so, and then you answer the question.

“I’m deeply, horrendously, frighteningly in love with your brother.”

His head nods with the confirmation of his suspicions. “Does he know that?”

“I… don’t know. I haven’t told him.” With elbows propped on the table, you drop your face into your hands and miss it when he rolls his eyes. He opens his mouth to ask, but you’re already answering, muffled into your palms. “I don’t know why it’s so scary, it just feels so fast.”

“It sounds like it’s been a long time coming, for him. Doesn’t it?”

You lift your face and look into the eyes of the man you once thought yourself in love with. You used to think his were the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen, warm amber and always sparkling. But Jake’s hold something you’ve never found in Josh’s, no matter how long you’d spent searching for the reflection of it.

“Are you okay with that? You’re really cool with us? Together?”

“It’s a little late to be concerned with that, don’t you think?” Worry sinks to the bottom of your gut, the sudden fear that you’ve been hurting him all this time. “Relax, darling. You know the answer to that. I think you should put fear aside and tell him how you feel. Stop torturing the poor man, he is dying to hear you say it.”

You know he’s right, though you wonder how he knows he’s right. Before you can ask, the topic of conversation strolls back into the room.

“You tired babe? I made up the pull out while I was down there- what?”

He realizes you’re both looking up at him with goofy grins plastered on your faces.

Josh convinces the two of you to “live a little” and share a few more drinks with him, and eventually a few more turns into a couple more after that. You’re pleasantly intoxicated by the time you decide to turn in, and Jake has to help guide you down the basement steps. You stumble into his arms at the bottom, and he keeps you pulled safely into his chest.

With hands gently petting over the length of your hair, he murmurs softly against your cheek. “You need to get your sea legs, sweetheart.”

Your laugh is muffled by his t-shirt where your face rests on his shoulder. When you lift your head, you struggle to focus your eyes on his face but you can see him smiling at you with endearment.

“Thas a sailing term y’know.” His chest rumbles under your palms as he chuckles at your barely slurred speech.

“Yeah, love, I know that.”

“I used t’think you were sooooo weird.” You’re referring to his obsession with pirates, but your mouth is not working in tandem with your brain at the moment. “Captain Jake.” You snicker at your own perceived cleverness.

“Used to? What do you think now, pretty girl?”

His eyes come into clear focus for you for a moment, crinkled at the corners as he grins. Your favorite one, soft and shy.

“I think you’re perfect. Perfectly imperfect. You can be a pirate if y’wanna be one.”

“Well I appreciate your permission. I’ve been thinking about buying a sword.”

You throw your head back and laugh loudly, he keeps you upright as you dissolve into giggles. Waiting patiently for you to catch your breath, he pulls you in and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth before telling you it’s time for bed. By the time he’s got his clothes removed and a pair of shorts tugged on, you’re naked from the waist up and still struggling to pull your jeans off of your feet.

“Here baby, let me help you.” He moves you to sit on the end of the pull out mattress and lifts each foot to pull the denim free. Crouched at your feet, he looks up to find you leaned back on your hands and watching him.

“My knight ‘n shining armor.”

“Just another excuse to buy that sword.”

It takes even longer for your fit of laughter to die down this time, and he joins you for most of it, your joy infectious though at his expense. He manages to determine what you’d like to sleep in and goes to find it in your suitcase. Once you’ve pulled the shirt over your head, he pulls back the covers and encourages you to climb in and get comfortable. He settles in next to you and waits until you’re situated against his side.

“You know how I feel about that shirt on you.” It’s the oversized black band tee. His band. “Love it on you almost as much as I love taking it off of you.”

Already draped over him, you shift your leg and squirm against his hip. Sleepily, you hum in response. “Why don’t you just take it off now?”

He’s almost amazed that you’ve taken the bait so easily.

“Not tonight, love. Get some sleep.” He drops his chin to press a kiss into your hair. “I told you you’d change your mind about fucking me here, didn’t take as long as I thought.”

“You’re an asshole.” You say it without animosity, but not without slapping a palm to his bare chest.

“Yeah, but you love it.” His chest shakes under your hand with the laughter he’s holding back.

“I really do.”

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[kissami]

New partner who this?

SUM. the day you were dreading is here and you're offically no longer partners with Tifa.

song to listen to: more & more - GEMINI

warning: strong language, slow burn.

‘Well this is great.’ You played with your pencil, awkwardly looking around the kitchen, moving side to side on your chair.

“Can you stop?” You frowned, stopping mid way, as you turn your head slowly to see cloud keeping his head still down on his arms against the desk.

“I can, but I won’t just because you said so.” You started to move again, enjoying the way he huffed in annoyance.

You saw everyone else getting along greatly with one another and you couldn’t help but mourn your old partner as she laughed along with her new one.

It made you even more annoyed seeing your cousin making teasing faces that she was the one paired with Tifa for now on.

“I know where you sleep asshole.” You flipped your cousin, yuffie, off as she stuck her tongue out and turned back around.

“You’re friends with Yuffie?” You hummed, looking to see Cloud now sitting up right. “Nah she’s a total loser.” You shoved the crackers that you needed to grind for your assignment into your mouth.

“That’s kind of rude don’t you think? She’s cool.” You rolled your eyes laughing at his serious expression. “Jesus dude I was joking. She’s my cousin…same last name? Ever took note to that since you’re sooo obsessed with her.”

Cloud cleared his throat, completely forgetting you two were related. Yuffie was a close friend of his in his friend group so it wasn’t a surprise to take offense that you said she was a loser.

“Anyways, new partner, we should probably get started.” You opened up the cook book, scanning the recipe for today’s class.

“Bacon-Cheddar Potato Croquettes…doesn’t seem to hard.” You started to grab your measuring cups along with some ingredients. As you started to work, you glanced over to see Cloud completely oblivious at the fact that you started as he continued to look up ahead.

“Dude, what are you doing?” You asked, eating another cracker, while keeping your other hand on the page you were on to not lose it.

“Huh? Nothing.” You saw the light pink tint on his cheeks, while you followed his gaze to where tifa was at.

“Ahh does cloudy have a crush on my frieeeennnd.” You poked his cheek, laughing as he swatted your hand away.

“Of course I don’t. Don’t be stupid…besides she’s MY best friend.” Cloud’s voice cracked just a bit, his eyes burning on the page in front of him now with a scowl.

“I could help you, if you want.” You wiggled your eyebrows around and poked his arm this time playfully.

“I don’t need help…and knock it off, stop touching me.” He scooted away from you, looking down at his phone. At the glint of your eye, you saw him open up the familiar blue app that you were obsessed with yourself.

“I would’ve never taken you as tweeter.” You heard a scoff come from him, watching as he turned his brightness down so you couldn’t see anything else.

“You don’t know me. And we’re not friends so stop acting like we are. We’re just partners and the only reason I haven’t complained about being your partner is because you’re one of the best in this class.”

‘Ouch…’

You hummed, looking away. “Alright there’s no need to be a dick,dude. I’m just trying to make conversation.”

Cloud rolled his eyes, but keeping his gaze from yours.

“Well don’t. It’s annoying.”

The rest of the class went smoothly but a bit awkward as you both worked together silently. The A+ on the Bacon-Cheddar Potato Croquettes made up for it though as you hopped over to tifa.

Cloud rose an eyebrow as you two squealed, holding each other’s hands as you two jumped lightly.

‘Were you always this close to Tifa?’ That question was answered quickly as you two hugged when the bell rang, the both of you running out of class together.

‘’hmm…if tifa likes her so much maybe I can use this to my advantage.’

#kissami #x reader #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife x reader #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #cloud x reader #ff7 cloud #cloud strife x you #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii #ff7 tifa #tifa lockhart #messagesau #modern au

[nanaloco]

part 2 of being best friends with jaemin pls ... i cried /pos

More than friends? Pt 2 - Best friends to lovers

Wc: 2.08K

This is a part 2 of the it’s complicated series’ Jaemin part (part one), but this is pretty much stand alone <3

Warnings: none really. Girly pop Jaemin, Kdrama-like-cheesyness, shy Jaemin (at the beginning *lol*), emojis in my writing 😁, although it’s quite short, I’d say it’s slow burn, lots of beating around the bush, one off dick joke, minimal swearing

Genre: bestfriend!Jaemin x Gn!reader, best friends to lovers. Tooth rotting fluff, crack fic kinda (a lot of bickering)

Featuring - 7 dream lol

Tysm anon for requesting 💕

It was an ordinary day meaning an ordinary hang out at Jaemins place with him and his friends who, a this point were your friends too. Jaemin had been quick to his feet to get some meat for a barbecue (after you had said you were craving ribs) along with Jeno, and Jisung who had tagged along for snacks; leaving you with Chenle, Renjun and Mark as Haechan was arriving later.

“ Y/n, I know that we've kinda asked this question before, but we wanna like reaaally discuss it this time” Mark starts with his hands clasped, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand. “Have you ever like, with Jaemin like, have you ever-“ “seen him as more than a friend?” Chenle cuts him off eagerly, Renjun staring at you with anticipation. “Uhmm, what does that mean?”

Truth is, you hadn't actually really thought about it. It's only at times like these when one of these three slyly ask you these types of questions, only then is when you really think back on your relationship with Jaemin. 'Y/n, really think about it okay.’

He's a really reliable person, call him and he's there for you, whenever you need. When you're hungry, or when you've had a bad day at work, or a bad week, just wherever a pick me up hang out sesh is in order. Even when you don't need him, he's there, invading your personal space or in your kitchen cooking food. In other words, you really trust him and he's someone really special and important to you as you want to be the person he can rely on too. A shoulder to lean on. Someone you can always count on.

How he would always offer to pick you up from work or to just be your chaperone in general. The activities he books for you two, How he put his hands over yours while you were making pottery mugs. Not just your booked activities but things you two do together, buy groceries together, head to the market together he'd even go with you to any cosmetic appointments like nails,a hair cut, being your hair done, no matter how long because he loves you (but you still remain oblivious.)

"Hmm well, he might make a good boyfriend..

They're all almost giving you deathglares at this point a really good boyfriend" "aaaaaaaand?"

"And? We're just friends, I know that how he sees it, he's just that nice to everyone, thats jow jaemin is." "YIn, what are we going to eat today?" Renjun deadpans "who shot up out of their seat and threw their shoes on as soon as you said you were craving Barbecue meat" chenle adds "Be so serious Y/n..

Truthfully, the possibility Jamin ever liked you never crossed your mind, you just thought he was kind to everyone, which is why you refrained from seeing him in that way.

"Would you kiss him?" Mark questions while smirking and raising his eyebrows.

Would you kiss Jaemin? You thought to yourself covering your face out of shyness, Thinking back to the times you'd see his teasingly try to kiss jisung and everyone else when teasing, skipping you (out of respect) only wishing you'd be included too. Thinking back to the vlogs he'd take randomly in the day and send to you where half his face takes up the whole camera when you notice your lips drifting towards his as his soft voice ambiently rambles on in the background of your chaotic thoughts innocently going on about what this old lady said to him in on the way to work.

You uncover your eyes only to be met by Haechan right in your face, lips puckering. "EW HAECHAN GROSS" you say whacking his head to the side. "Everyone THIS is a NORMAL REACTION to thinking about kissing your bestest friend in the world, not that minute long evaluation" haechan goes on to explain after conducting his research. “Ok y/n you're not fooling anyone, it's so obvious you like him" Renjun blurts out. "But it's ok, we're here to help, we're not going to tell him anything, we're here to support you Y/n" Chenle adds. "I'm afraid if you don't take our Jamin off of us, no one will" Haechan says faking tears. "yeah man, that dude hasn't even held hands with anyone before-" Renjuns hands is flying to marks mouth at that pin point "we're supposed to be hyping him up" he says massaging his nose bridge out of stress.

Little do you know, Chenle has been recapping your whole conversation, taking notes of your body language in their groupchat Y/n and Jaemin K-1-S-S-I-N-G' with Chenle, Mark (because he begged to be added), Renjun, Hyuk and Jaemin

*what a liar*. So Jamin knows what's going on, and throughout the conversation, the 4 sitting in-front of you had been slyly messaging in the groupchat, and when Jaemin, Jeno and Jisung get home, it's time for phase two of their self curated plan.

Jaemin sits down on the other side of the couch next to you while Jeno stands over the nearest couch to the door, Jisung sits right im between you two to show you the snacks he got meanwhile the original for audibly sigh, slap their foreheads and roll their eyes (this is why Jisung wasn't added to the g) they all get up, Mark signalling to Jeno to go and Chenle grabbing Jisung by his hoodie and dragging him out.

God, what's going on, what have they done your thought to yourself as you're left in the room with a very nervous Jaemin.

Jeno had gone to start the barbecue, Jisungs probably in the basement playing games and who knows where everyone else is.

After an unusably long moment of silence, Jaemin takes a breath and goes "do you want to go out to the patio dining area?" You agree and the two of you are now outside, on your backs opposite each other on his garden chairs, staring at the stars.

The sky is clear, with the faint smell of the barbecue and smoke in the distance, and the crickets chirping. It's a good day today, what a relaxing way to end it. "Hey" he says, "hey" you say turning to look at him who's already looking at you. You guys are never this awkward. What's going on.

"Let's finish this conversation another time" he says swiftly getting up, heat rushing to his cheeks.

You get up following suit "let me see what Jenos doing" he exclaims preparing to run away; but before he can you grab his wrist, spinning him back around. "Why should we continue it later?"

You ask.

"Because." "Because what" "it's too

hard" "what's too hard?" You say in disgust, taking a step back "NOT LIKE THAT GOD Y/N" he screams swinging his hands to his head gripping his hair while crouching down. "I'm joking" you say giggling to yourself. Shooting back up "it's that" he says pointing at your smiling mouth. You just look up at him confused and he does a little 360 spin of frustration. " listen, let's talk another time he says turning back around to go to Jeno, which you only grab his wrist and spin him back round. "Don't want to" you tease as he covers his face.

“You're too much for me, I don't know how much longer I can do this" he sighs "DO WHAT!?" « CAN'T SAY!" "WHY NOT" "BECAUSE | SAID SO!???"

"Na jaemin you drive me crazy"

" DRIVE YOU CRAZY!?" he laughs pointing to himself and you as he says each pronoun, wiping his forehead and turning around, laughing at what you just said.

*You can't even imagine what I'm going through" he says as he runs his hands through his hair

"THEN JUST TELL ME!!???" "NEVER" you push him onto the couch and get on top of him, holding him by his collars "Na Jaemin I swear to god" *if you don't tell me right now I'm going to lose my mind" you say holding up your fist at him who's shielding his face.

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Meanwhile

"OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HIM I CAN'T WATCH" Haechan exclaims covering his eyes yet peeking through the gaps *SHUSH THEY'RE GONNA HEAR YOU" Renjun whisper shouts. I can't believe he only lived until 22" he says wiping his fake tears *if I knew this was how it would turn out I wouldn't have said the things I said" Mark cries, with genuine tears "dude are you seriously crying?" "SHUT UP LOOK LOOK LOOK"

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". fine.. I'll tell you..... if you get off of me"

You agree, releasing him, standing with your arms crossed "shoot'

"So I-* he runs away before he finishes, instinctively you run after him, tackling him to the ground when you catch up to him.

Both breathing frantically, hearts beating fast as you land on top of him, hovering over him, just staring into each others eyes.

"What is it" you whisper, curiosity eating you alive

"Fine, l'lI tell you" he whispers matching your tone, looking down at your lips and then back to your eyes.

“Y/n" he pauses, looking back at your lips then to your eyes, “I think, I like you" he says in his low whisper voice, his voice sounding like honey dripping down your ears.

Everything about this is perfect wow. Your heart has been beating abnormally fast for too long to blame it on the running you did moments before.

You two just stare at each other for a while, your elbows now reaching the floor, your hands delicately above his head grazing his silk strands, his hands on either side of his head.

"Am I being rejected?" He smiles responding to your silence.

"no.”

"do you like me as much as I like you?" "maybe."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes"

His hand delicately holds your jaw, your eyes fluttering closed as he brings his head up off the ground to join your lips together, in a short, sweet kiss. He draws back slowly opining his eyes, and you follow suit. His lips form into a wide grin, and you pinch his cheeks,he just stares back at you, with joy filled eyes.

"So can you get off of me now?" "Hm?" "I said can you get off of me now?”

He repeats again in a teasing way, tickling your sides, you roll over squealing to lay on your back next to him, staring up at the sky, heart swelling with happiness. I can't believe he likes me.

Your sweet moment is soon interrupted by Jamins balcony door opening to see Renjun, Chenle, Haechan and Mark come out cheering 📣📣

"JAEMIN YOU'RE SO COOL!!!!" You hide your face in the crook of Jamins neck. *Jaemin what are we Haechan screams cooing, imitating your voice to which you put your fist up and he hides behind Renjun. "Man I wish Jeno was here to see this" mark sighs " who said I wasn't he comes out of the barbecue section on the side of the house with his phone on record mode. Only making the situation ten times worse.

"Jisungs too stupid to understand this, leave him out of this" Chenle grimaces. "RIGHT, EVERYONE ASSEMBLE ON THE PATIO FOR A CELEBRATORY BARBECUE" Haechan shouts from the balcony while Chenle messages Jisung that there's food.

You're now all seated at the outside seating area, enjoying the barbecue that you so rightfully suggested, noticing Jamins eyes constantly on you, which you chose to ignore. But every time your eyes meet, you just feel more and more queasy, lovesick and you need a break. His smile only grows more and more from ever dirty look and action you make trying to get him to stop looking.

You're now all seated at the outside seating area, enjoying the barbecue that you so rightfully suggested, noticing Jamins eyes constantly on you, which you chose to ignore. But every time your eyes meet, you just feel more and more queasy, lovesick and you need a break. His smile only grows more and more from ever dirty look and action you make trying to get him to stop looking.

"So can I be your boyfriend?" Jaemin blurts out across the table, Jisung in shock.

"OOOUUU JAEMINNN" everyone but Jisung coos

"Yeah,I guess" you say looking down at your lap, Haechan beginning a group applause.

"Damn, she stole my bitch" Jisung sighs

"Jisung you're actually so cringe" Renjun sighs

"Never say that ever again" Chenle adds.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! This is my first full length fic and I have to admit I got a bit carried away, but I hope you enjoyed

As always, love you guys 💕

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[mcl4r3n]

47 Dando "Tell me what to do."

Tags: choking, fwb

Another Dando prompt fill for the anon who left me numbers! ☺️🥰

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Sometimes, Daniel commiserates his age. Ever since he turned thirty, he's felt it deep in his bones more often than he'd like to admit to himself. His hips don't feel as flexible as they used to, no matter how long he spends stretching his hip flexors out in the mornings.

He's still a high-performance athlete enjoying the second wind of his career, sure, but he's thirty-five with a twenty-five year-old. . . something. Boyfriend. Fuck buddy. Friend with benefits. Booty call? He's not entirely sure what Lando is to him, or rather, what he is to Lando, but Daniel does know that some days, he's expected to do things with his body that just can't keep up with Lando's proclivities.

So sue him! He didn't even know he liked dick before he and Max hooked up two years ago, and even then, he thought it was a Max-specific attraction and not a general 'I love sucking cock' situation.

Or maybe he's just attracted to drivers. Who knows.

Now Lando wants to try something new with him. It's kind of extreme, but also not? Lando wants him to be more rough with him, and it's not totally like, inherent to what Daniel likes doing in bed. Daniel's a lover, he likes to take things slow, gentle.

He likes eating Lando out, loves to finger him until Lando's threatening to kick him in the nuts unless he fucks him with his dick, but choking anyone in bed is something that's not part of Daniel's roster.

"I don't wanna hurt you," Daniel says skeptically, and Lando just throws him the goddamn spare coochie eyes look under his lashes and takes Daniel's hand and sucks his thumb into his mouth.

That's an illegal move, that is.

"You won't hurt me, Danny," Lando says sweetly, when he pulls away, Daniel's thumb glistening with his spit. He's already laying himself down on Daniel's massive bed, guiding Daniel over him. "Unless you don't—"

"I want to," Daniel interjects, because yeah, he's. . . he's into it. Conceptually. He's seen it in porn. He's just never actually been with anyone who wanted it, so he's never really tried. "I just—teach me what to do, baby."

Lando's eyes light up at the pet name. Daniel tries to not use it so often, especially since they don't entirely have a name for whatever it is that they keep doing with each other, despite falling into bed (and against the wall, and in the back seat of his car, and also one glorious time in the driver's seat of Lando's Fiat Jolly) for five months now.

But it always makes Lando beam. Daniel throws caution to the wind.

"I wanna make you feel good," Daniel tries, and strokes his hand over Lando's neck, where Lando's pulse butterflies against his fingers.

"Just—squeeze on the sides, don't press down on my windpipe," Lando says. "I'll tap your arm three times if it gets too much." It's especially tender, coming from him. Neither of them are even hard yet. Daniel's just looking down at Lando, and he feels a pressure around his heart as he adds pressure to his fingers, slowly, slowly.

The way Lando looks up at him carries so much trust that Daniel doesn't feel like he deserves, and the moment bubbles up as Lando begins to go red in the face, breathing slow and deep, just watching Daniel watch him.

"Good?" Daniel whispers, his heart fucking hammering against his ribcage. He's drunk on a new sort of power. Lando's giving him too much.

Lando nods, reaches up with his thumb to press and smooth over what Daniel realizes is the furrow between his eyebrows, and then taps on his deltoid three times. Daniel releases him immediately, and Lando rears up to take his lips into a kiss.

He falls into it, lips skating over Lando's, tongue licking into his mouth.

"You're so fucking—God, you're so sexy, what the fuck," Daniel mumbles against his mouth, because it's true, and because it needs to be said. But what he really means is, 'Thank you for wanting to do this with me. Thank you for trusting me to not hurt you.'

"Just like that, okay?" Lando preens. "When you fuck me, just squeeze hard enough like that."

Daniel swallows his moan again, and his hand begins the descent down to Lando's dick, now that his own has started catching up with the reality of what they're about to do, what Lando wants him to do.

"Anything you want, baby," Daniel mumbles back before biting into the tendon in Lando's neck. "Anything at all."

#dando #dr3 #ln4 #f1 rpf #for anon #smut prompt fill

[skyberia]

Hi, I read your about on Nephos and I'd really love to hear more about his companion quest! Like, she lied but is the curse 1. not a curse, 2. a curse used to leash a powerful sorcerer, or 3. A curse that was put on her that she transferred to him. Also: How do the other companions react to things as more is learned through his quest line? You've drawn romantic things with him and Astarion, so does he have more/different reactions to companions who are just friends?

And finally: What is the end game of his quest? Is it just revenge or no revenge, with no real way to fix it? Is it a situation where you can fix it or he can accept his death and each has their own sacrifices? If it can be cured, do the tendrils covering half his body remain as permanent scars? Or will they fade in time?

Anyway I love your sorcerer have a nice day.

these are fantastic questions. thank you so much. i wrote out a whole thing under the readmore (basically the rundown of the entire quest as i envision it lol) but given how it's Really long and i don't expect anyone to want to read through all that, here's just the answers to your questions. a TL;DR if you will

it is very much a real curse, just not the ~mysterious~ affliction he thought he was born with. it's actually dark magic concocted by his "mother figure" and placed on him as a way to use him (so your option 2 is kind of right!) but the true point of it is to basically channel his lightning magic in such a way so that it can be used to power one of her inventions... basically turning him into a humanoid battery. so it's not really a death curse in the way he thought it was, but only because it's a "fate worse than death" curse i guess. lol

due to (waves hands) reasons it takes them a Long time to tell the others about their "condition" and everyone else takes it differently... i guess most interestingly it changes their entire dynamic with karlach, where she goes from begrudgingly tolerating them (because they're a huge asshole when they first meet) to sympathising with them and then to just truly bonding over essentially having the same fate. she still thinks he's kind of a dick though. because he is kind of a dick

when he figures out what was done to him, he rallies everyone into taking his "mother figure" down (for revenge, but also like. prevent part of the fate worse than death) you fight her, but before you deal the final blow she starts pleading. promises that she can reverse the curse, but only if you let her live. if you spare her, she'll get to work on a cure.… allegedly. if you kill her, néphos is stuck with the curse and everything that implies, but at least no longer under her control or threat, and free to spend however long he has left in whatever way makes him happiest.

(^ bffs forever or until we both die shortly)

anyway. here's like 1.6k words about how néphos' companion quest goes down. if you're interested in rambling

his companion quest (named "The Eye of the Storm", because he's a storm sorcerer with a plot significant eye. this isn't really relevant to anything i just think it's fun) has one key player in it: that being the "mother figure" character, the one who "saved" them and who they think quite highly of due to, being convinced that they kind of owe their life to her. Néphos knows her to be an old halfling cleric named Hosana Stillwater.

in the years since she left due to her poor health after using all her power to slow down the progress of his curse, he has kind of kept in contact with her through letters but has not seen her personally, with the reasoning that she's too sickly to have visitors. fair enough. he doesn't want to cause her more grief than he already did.

anyway jump ahead to the events of the game. after a frankly ridiculous amount of time (somewhere around act 2), they finally come forth and admit to their companions that their blacked out eye and the "tattoos" they have on their face are actually signs of a curse, and it's getting worse a lot faster than it was previously, almost as if it's having a reaction to the tadpole. So It's, Uh, Not Looking Really Great For Him

it takes a while for them to come forth to the others with this info (despite being badgered about it all the time) because he, sincerely, had a firm belief that this was none of their business. something about Néphos is that he spent basically his entire life turning away from others and only establishing connections if he saw some sort of benefit or reward that could be earned from it. entirely transactional stuff, never saw a point in "friends" and never understood the idea of doing things for others, what, out of affection? … until being abducted by a nautiloid and having a worm shoved into his eye and forced into an actual adventuring party.

(by this point he's starting to form actual relationships with the others and it's making him question Why he ever thought like that in the first place… but anyway)

they're not convinced that there's any way around the curse. his quest doesn't suddenly become "we need to look for a cure!" because he's very much deadset on the idea that there isn't one. he spent a good few years trying to find one and only found that nobody can even tell him what it is, so it would be a complete waste of time to run around looking for curse experts, specially when they all have Bigger Issues to deal with.

However, through basically interrogating them over their backstory and what they do know of the curse, strange things start to jump out to them. info that doesn't really match up or make much sense. doesn't this whole story about him being rescued by a good samaritan who just happened to be capable of slowing down his mysterious curse seem too good to be true? and about the good samaritan, there's so much about Hosana that he doesn't actually know and never questioned that seems weird now…

So in act 3, when the party reaches baldur's gate, he requests that they try to find Hosana's whereabouts so he can finally talk to her and maybe clear some things up. going to the house of healing he always sent his letters to, they all find that… nobody knows of an elderly halfling cleric named Hosana Stillwater. nobody by that name ever stayed there for any period of time. by all accounts, she doesn't even exist.

Néphos is in disbelief over this. sure, he last saw her, like, 40 years ago, but he remembers her! he spent time with her! she took care of him! and he sent letters to her here! and he got responses! after pressing some of the employees over it, they spit out that someone else came to collect those. one of the benefactors of the house, a rich elf lady named Alodie Aello.

the next steps are finding out more about this woman so maybe SHE can explain what the fuck's going on here. eventually you all find where she lives (it's like, a mansion) and infiltrate it. she's not there currently and security's not that difficult to take down, so there's plenty of exploration that can be done.

on the surface, she doesn't seem at all connected to Néphos, nothing that indicates her even being able to know of their existence. seems she's an inventor of sorts, her place's littered with pretty magic-powered machines and other types of devices, but there isn't anything particularly revolutionary.

but they all keep looking. and eventually they find that she has a hidden, secret room or basement. and THAT'S where you find the real shit. there's a huge machine that nobody can figure out the use for, and around it there's plans and documents and journals and letters (that look a little familiar…) that are ALL about néphos and the curse. there's so much and a lot of it is just straight up incomprehensible or gibberish, but this shit is basically detailing his entire life story, including shit he did not know about.

in summary: she had been on the lookout for people who had some aptitude for lightning magic. she found Néphos when they were basically a baby, which was perfect. they were the child of a poor drow woman who'd just ran away from the underdark on her own, so getting rid of her to get access to the baby was Really easy. and then she cursed them with dark magic of her own creation.

(so nobody he went to was able to figure out what the hell the curse he had was because it was specially made to fuck him, specifically, over. really fun for him)

through those documents you learn that the point of it was to concentrate his lightning magic over time so she could basically turn him into a battery for her greatest invention. at its final stage, it would have essentially rendered him a vegetable, only capable of channelling power out and nothing else. so he would've been as good as dead, except not. his soul would be stuck in the mortal plane for however long she managed to keep him.

additionally, she documents having done something Else to him: she basically magically conditioned him to have certain behaviours: stay in baldur's gate, avoid connections with others unless beneficial, work to improve his magic. this is because after a few years of trying to raise him in secret in disguise as Hosana (it's possible that kidnapping a child and cursing them in order to use them for your own means could be generally looked down upon in high society) she got sick of it and decided it was more productive to just let him loose, essentially let him raise himself. So that's why he is the way he is.

(it's possible that the tadpole, though it worsened the curse, managed to cut this specific "feature" off.)

as you're all processing this, enter Alodie stage left. she's finally home! Néphos is Not happy, but she's willing to talk. unfortunately all she has to say is excuses that are pretty easily disproven by all the info you just learned. when she finally realises that you all know Everything and she can't talk her way out of it, you fight.

but before the final blow can be dealt, she stops and starts pleading for her life: she's the only person who understands Néphos' curse, so she's the only one who can reverse its effects! if you kill her now, you lose all chances of finding a cure. and she'll find a cure if you spare her, she promises!

Néphos refuses. obviously you can't trust anything she says, you know what she did to him, what she wanted him for! there's no way she's actually going to cure him. but she has a point, doesn't she? as the person who put all this together, she's the only one who can figure out a cure. it would mean Néphos would get a real shot at actually living…

if killed: Néphos continues being cursed. there can be talk of trying to find specialists to look at Alodie's documents, to see if they can reverse engineer a cure from that, but they still don't have much hope about that. it's bittersweet, but they are overall very grateful. even if they die a lot sooner than they should, they'll die free and knowing they're around people they trust. they won't be used for their magic. they'll die happy.

if spared: she'll thank you. she Promises she'll keep her word, even though she doesn't have a cure right now she'll start figuring one out immediately. Néphos on the other hand is Really Not Happy. implies he'll see this adventure through, but after the elder brain's destroyed they're done. they don't care if they're cured, they're leaving baldur's gate and getting the hell away from Alodie as soon as they can.

(but: Alodie insists on keeping him for the evening, swears up and down she'll do him no harm, it's just something she wants to try and see if it'll ease the effects of the curse for the moment. the next day, Néphos isn't much different. curse's still the same, still visibly there, but they're much calmer. it's almost like he completely forgot what he said the day before... if you bring it up, he just waves it off and says he was just being dramatic, he didn't actually mean any of it. he sees exactly where you were coming from and thanks you for making him see what was best for him before he did something so drastic………. :) )

#néphos #page stretcher #i don't actually go into their relationships w the others under the readmore at all. apologies #would've gotten SO long if i did or if i even talked abt how they all felt about *waves hands* the developments #and i'm not subjecting you OR MYSELF to that ................................. right now #maybe later. maybe ask me later #anyway i hope this is . comprehensible. thank you

[planeoftheeclectic]

Oh boy, this is about to be a blast from the past. Thanks @skarabrae-stone for the tag!

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

So I only recently started writing again, meaning I've only got 2 works that are from the last decade, but honestly I'm still very fond of those older ones; they do an excellent job at being what they are.

Doing the no pressure tags above the cut because I don't know if that messes them up: @stonemaskedtaliesin, @zyrafowe-sny, and @firecoloredwater, plus anyone else who sees this and has written something! Hyping yourself up is good practice!

Columbo: Turnabout's Fair Play | 19k (Incomplete) | T | Columbo x Ace Attorney set between AA3 and AA4

Summary:

Technically speaking, Mr. Wright, this isn't my usual beat. But Detective Gumshoe - you know Dick, right? - I owed him a favor, see? And it had been a slow week, so I figured I'd look around, see if I could give the guy a hand. Real stand-up guy, he is, we could use more like him. And anyway, I know you're a real busy guy Mr. Wright, so I'll make this real quick, get out of your hair. I know you and he were real good friends, so I'm sure this is a difficult time for you. Oh, uh, just one more thing Mr. Wright. Why were the two of you such good friends again?

As I say in the dedication, this is the idea that helped me break a very, very long dry spell, so it has to take the top spot for that if nothing else. @stonemaskedtaliesin had introduced me to Ace Attorney, I had introduced them to Columbo, and at some point they went looking to see if there were any crossovers and were disappointed to find none. They come tell me this in discord and I, like a fool, say:

"Well, actually, it makes sense there aren't any. I mean, they're kind of contradictory worldviews. The whole point of Columbo is that he always gets the right guy, and the whole point of Ace Attorney is that the police never get the right guy."

Fortunately for all of us, I continued:

"I mean, for it to even work you'd need some kind of convoluted setup - maybe that would stop the AA police from just arresting someone immediately. And who would be the killer anyway? Well, ok, there's an option there, but who should they murder? Maya? That'd be mean, but that's the obvious choice. Hmm...nobody likes him, I could murder him, but how--oh."

And at that point I stopped talking because the end of this story materialized in my brain and I wanted to make sure it was a surprise. Spoiler culture may be overblown, but murder mysteries are an exception, I feel.

Anyways, if you're a fan of either series, enjoy gen fic, like seeing characters get what they deserve, or just want to see Columbo at an anime convention, this is the fic for you! From a writing standpoint, it's been really fun to experiment with a very limited POV, to try to mimic the feel of a television camera. And of course, Columbo's dialogue is a joy to write. (As you'll see later, dialogue is one of my strengths)

Song of the Peregrine [Podfic] | OG fic is 39k (Incomplete) | T | Chrom/F!Robin but honestly it's mostly gen | Kid Icarus Uprising x Fire Emblem Awakening

Summary:

There were reports of something in the skies of eastern Ylisse. Something with wings as black as pitch and eyes as red as rubies. Dark Pit has no clue where he's managed to land himself, but it turns out that Pit and Palutena don't have a monopoly on annoying. He can leave these humans anytime he wants, and he will. Soon. Any day now. If the Shepherds have it their way, that day won't come any time soon. (In which Dark Pit ends up joining the Shepherds, and the world tilts.)

The original fic is @stonemaskedtaliesin's, but I like to consider myself its honorary godparent. We've spent a lot of time worldbuilding for it, and it's so good you guys. It's going to be amazing. There are long term plans.

I started the podfic because I wanted to listen to it as I fell asleep. The audio quality is definitely shakier in the first couple chapters as I figure things out, but it's been really fun learning new skills and doing lots of fun silly voices.

...still need to finish editing chapter 5.

Anyway, blanket recommendation to go read this if you know anything about Kid Icarus (Fire Emblem is a bonus but not necessary, iit's pretty well-explained in-story) and if you like podfic, hey! You're in luck! Fun fact: this is the only Awakening podfic as of right now. Yes I'm also surprised. Maybe if I ever finish this one I'll set out to try and change that. goat milk and oats Grima would be so much fun to voice.

Warrior Cats Smoofs | 8.5k | G | Gen | Warrior Cats

Okay I'm kind of cheating here but that's going to be a theme for these last few answers. I wrote these over a decade ago with my best friend at the time. She had internet, I didn't, so we had a joint account on the Warrior Cats Wiki and the Warriors Fanfiction Wiki, which are both Fandom now I believe. I archived them to AO3 because of that, and because even years later they would occasionally get a new comment from someone who really enjoyed reading them. And, as I said, I'm still very fond of them. My handle on most of the internet still comes from these stories and that account. They are simple, silly, dialogue and stage directions only parodies, and they were a blast to write. I still remember the melody we came up with for the ending jingle. I'm pretty sure these guys (plus the playwriting class I took) are a big part of why I tend to be very dialogue-heavy. I like fun purple-prosy descriptions, but sometimes a few spoken words can convey a whole lot of actions. Show Don't Tell taken to the extreme, I guess.

I'm pretty sure The Library was our most popular one back in the day (to the point we made a sequel)! The Auction was the first (though doesn't hold up quite as well...lol they're all 15 years old anyway). I'm very fond of Christmas Caroling because all the lyrics are singable and that is my PET PEEVE IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT THE METER HAD BETTER BE RIGHT OR AT LEAST CLOSER THAN A CATHOLIC HYMN. Most of all though, I'm fond of all the memories these have. I don't know where Moss is now, but I hope they're doing well. It is also fun to see where I've come from over the years - like I said, upon reflection it makes sense that I tend to default to pretty dialogue-heavy.

The Palutena Trap | 4.7k (Incomplete) | T | Gen (past Palutena/Medusa | Kid Icarus Uprising

Summary:

Kid Icarus meets the Parent Trap.

That's it, that's all I've got.

Ok now this one is cheating because it's not published anywhere yet except in snippets on tumblr. This was actually conceived at almost the same time as Turnabout's Fair Play, but I'm trying to only focus at one at a time, so this one won't properly see the light of day until TFP is finished. (We're getting there! We're almost at the end of Act 2 out of 3!!) That does mean that I'm going about writing it in a very different way - there's going to be lots and lots of editing once I finally set down to publish this. Which is probably for the best - I'm sure there are bits of tfp that would be better if I wrote the whole thing and then went back to edit.

My favorite part of this story is still the normal-people jobs I've given everyone, since this is technically a modern AU. We have an investigative journalist who lives on a yacht, mob boss, butler who's retired MI6, and front woman for a punk band which is actually a front for an eco-terrorist group, for example. I talk more about this story here and here. Aside from that, my favorite thing is exploring the relationship between Dark Pit and Lady Palutena, and between Lady Palutena and Medusa.

The former gets off on the worst possible foot in canon, and it's only ever obliquely addressed, so it's a lot of fun to play with and extrapolate from. In this version, Dark Pit is a child whose mother gave up everything to do with him (and said some pretty nasty things in the court record). So that's where we stand: how do you reckon with that? What does it mean that you still want some kind of relationship, or at least answers? What is family and blood, in the end?

The latter relationship is one that's...well, I wouldn't say it's canon, but it's definitely canon-compliant. It's rather like Narumitsu, in that I look at it and go "hm. whatever is going on between those two, they're not normal about each other." This is true in canon, and if anything it's less true in The Palutena Trap, since despite the name the story is not about getting the parents back together so much as reconciling a mother and son. But the more this idea ferments in my brain the more I want to have some kind of meeting at the end. Maybe it goes badly, maybe it goes less badly, but I have this mental image in my head: Imagine the messiest divorce you've ever seen. Ugly, dragged through the papers, all kinds of legal issues, you part ways never to speak again. You hate her guts, and you can't go a month without thinking about her because she's always got Yet Another Stupid News Article coming out. You find out your kids have been playing some switcheroo on you, and when you meet her again you're coldly civil, both of you clearly holding yourselves back from starting a slugfest in the local forum, and then you see: she's still wearing your wedding ring. The one you picked out, the one you put on her finger 14 years ago. I just. IDK they're not normal about each other and the complexity and ambiguity of it compels me.

Vaguely Remembered 2nd Grade Writing Assignment | like 2 pages maybe | G | Gen | The Land Before Time

Alright this one's definitely cheating but this has already been a lot of reminiscing about the past, so here's a toast to the very first thing I ever wrote: an adventure story starring the main cast of The Land Before Time. All I remember about it is it absolutely sucked to get started but once I did it was longer than it needed to be and I used the word Petrie-ball™. Yes, including the ™. The Petrie-ball™ was how they solved the big obstacle, I think. Like I said, I don't remember much of it, but I remember how proud and happy I felt when it was done. So here's to you, long-forgotten fanfiction adventure story. Here's to the first of many, with many more to follow after.

(Also, if you want to see more of TFP, Palutena Trap, or Peregrine Podfic, you can bother me in a few hours for WIP Wednesday! If you want more OG Peregrine you have to bother @stonemaskedtaliesin instead. Actually, make sure you do that, I know they've got chapter 8 waiting in the wings and I NEED to see how that scene with Pip and Lissa plays out)

#If you made it to the end I love you WOW I wrote a lot for only having two fics posted in the last 10 years #but this was a lot of fun #very nostalgic #writing #WIP Wednesdays #<- the tag I use so you can bother me #other tags: #tfp #palutena trap #song of the peregrine #my writing

[lost-inthedream]

J-us from A to Z - nsfw

Smut alphabet

Pairing: J-us x female reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He somehow keeps worshiping you as he helps you clean up. "Was it good for you?" he gets cocky after you say so "I can see it in your face. You're glowing, my girl." He LOVES that you chuckle all shy, covering some still showing skin. You often have one more round even after you thought you were done.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I was avoiding saying that but never mind, it won't work with Seungjun. He does like his whole body, he's got enviable self-esteem. For him, it's easy to find outfits that look good. He looks good wearing nothing, also.

On you, he likes your lips. You have the power to mesmerize him with them when he's horny.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

No one can say he has any kind of preference. Inside you, on your thighs, or back, these are all nice places. He asks for permission to give you a facial from time to time, though. I gotta say he softly slaps your face with his dick on these occasions too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's the reason a few of your panties have disappeared. hehe

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a pro, Seungjun has a lot o teach and suggest.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You lying on your back, his hands wrapped around your ankles, his length penetrating you the deepest he can.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's humorous and talkative!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He prefers keeping it bare or just about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

There is some romanticism in the way he smiles at you, definitely. Also in the manner he praises everything you do. "You make me so happy, angel" he confesses after earning the sweetest moans for sucking on your neck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Seungjun pleasures himself quite often. Especially before sleep, on top of that, he also masturbates to pictures of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Top 3:

Choking (receiving)

Semi-public sex

Slapping (giving and receiving)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Other than a bedroom, he enjoys being naughty on the balcony. Not the whole thing but you lost count of how many times he fingered you there under the stars.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything heheh. Okay, a slap on his butt is a special turn on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

hard pain. He is ok with some pain but moderately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You can be sure of one thing: he will overstumulate you and leave his hand prints around your thighs in the process.

He can be demanding when you're giving him oral, also. Unless it was an exhaustive day or he is in a submissive mood. Usually, he asks you to hold him firmly, preferably pinning him to the mattress. He likes it intense, so don't have mercy on him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Starts slow then speeds up and can turn pretty rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies during your friends' parties. The fact both of you can just disappear for some minutes and come back drunk of sex fascinates him. He doesn't mind being obvious, to be honest. It's not a secret that he's a sucker for you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Down for anything inside and out of the bedroom.

I've already made obvious that he isn't afraid of getting caught in the act. That's because he doesn't see sex as a taboo theme.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can keep going all night on some occasions. But normally, 3 is his average.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He is a vibrator enthusiast! Boy possesses at least 3 different ones for himself. He asks you to use them on him at times. Also owns a cock ring that (guess what?) vibrates as well.

Well, he is also likely to insert something that buzzes inside your hole if you allow it. And lick your clit madly as you moans in a desperate bliss.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a tease. I mean, he has fun provoking you and games but he won't make you beg (except to him yo stop). You all set a safe word for a reason.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud to your surprise. Your neighbors won't hear him unless it's his intention. Oops

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I admit my shiness on this subject but, huh, he may ask to fuck your other hole.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's not big. Pretty average in length and more to the slim side. he has pretty-shaped head and balls.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Usually 4 times a week, so I'm gonna say high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He dozes off quite fast and wrapped around you if you let him.

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#smut alphabet #onf scenarios #onf smut #j-us scenario #j-us smut

[florchuvila22]

Kinktober +18 | day #5

Daddy kink | Bucky Barnes.

Requests are open

KINKTOBER MASTERSLIST

Word count: 909

Warnings: daddy kink, creampie, praising, dirty talk

“hi, Bucks” You greeted Bucky when you got in the laboratory.

Since you helped Steve with his liberation, Bucky and you have became good friends. You helped him to get free of Hydra mental control, helped him with his demons. You even made a new arm for him, one that wasn't a daily reminder of the ones who tortured him so many years.

“hi kid” he responded looking at you. “what you doing?”

“experiments, ya know” you said, “when are you going to stop calling me "kid"?” you asked. He did it since a long time now. It didn't really bother you, but you weren't a kid. “i'm 25. I'm not a kid”

“you're still a kid for me” he chuckled.

“well, but, it's not my fault that you're like a 100 years old” you left the thing you were working at aside and looked at him. “everybody is a kid for you. You and Steve are the avengers' grandfathers” you joked.

“grandfather? Really?” he raised an eyebrow. “is that the best you have”

“well, I don't have to much imagination now, but give me time and I'll have something better”

The truth was that bucky didn't call you like that because he thought you were a kid but he wanted to convince himself that you were a kid. That he cold never be with you like he wished so.

You liked bucky. He was kind, and sensitive, and such a gentleman, and so freaking sexi. You've seen him shirtless, and oh my god, that was a nice view. Nonetheless, you never said anything. You didn't want to ruin your friendship with your stupid feelings. He saw you like a kid. Why would he ever date a kid?

“I know you like doing experiments and all that shit, but is late, so go to sleep, okay?” he said taking your hands to pull them far from the desk.

“oh, come on” you complained. “it's not that late”

“yes it is” he said again. “don't make me get mad”

“wha- I'm not a child, I don't heed you to tell me to go to sleep”

“well, you act like one, you always go to sleep to late and then wake up late too. We have training tomorrow, so go to sleep” he raised the tone of his voice.

“but it's not that late!”

“now”. You rolled your eyes. He turned back to go to his room when he heard you

“yes daddy, I'll go to sleep” it was a mocking tone. But that drop made the glass of water overflow.

“what did you said?”, you heard him ask. But when you wanted to turn around and respond you felt his hands on your waist. Grabbing you and sitting you on the desk. His face was very close to yours. And his hips were resting on yours.

“I said yes daddy” you repeated with a smirk on your face. He cut you off with a passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair and your legs around his waist, pulling him to you even more. His hands went straight to your ass. Squeezing it and caressing from it to your thigh.

“I've waited this for too long” you purred on his lips.

That was like a green light for him. He helped you to take your shirt and bra off and took his own shirt. His metal hand went to your back to hold you, and the other went to your boob to ply with your nipple. Your moans falling from your mouth, but you could still keep the lowly.

He kissed your neck, leaving marks all over it. “what'a my name?” he asked in your ear.

“daddy” you moaned. Your hand moved alone to the bulge in his pants. Squeezing it lightly to make him feel good. “daddy please” you whined.

“such a dirty girl, huh?” he mocked. He helped you to take off your pants and threw them aside. He kissed you roughly while you moved his trousers down enough to take his cock in your hand. He was thick and big, and the precum was already getting out of the tip. He separated your lips apart with his fingers, “so wet for daddy, such a naughty girl”

“only for you daddy” you purred desperately. He aligned his dick with your entrance and pushed slowly to not hurt you, “fuck! You're so big!” you cried. But not pain but pleasure.

His moves were slow and soft at first, but when your hips started to move, his rhythm got faster and harder.

You felt like in heaven. His dick touching all the perfect spots. His mouth all over your neck and tits. One hand on your back and the other on your free boob. When you realized, the both of you were moving perfectly with the other. The slapping noise overflowed the room.

His metal hand went to your clit and started rubbing, your moans got louder. It felt so damn good. You weren't sure of how much time you could take it.

“daddy, I'm close!” you moaned loudly. “please don't stop!”. His movements got faster. You felt his dick twitch inside of you. He was also close. “FUCK! can I come?! Please!” you whimpered.

“come for me, my girl”.

Your lags shook uncontrollably. Your moans even louder than before. You felt his hot cum spread inside of your pussy. filling you up.

“such a good girl for daddy”

#marvel #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #marvel smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky x y/n #bucky #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

[judgementdaysunshine]

🌲 Hi. I hope you're feeling well whenever this reaches you. I was hoping you could ship me with a DC character.

To describe myself, I'm 5'10" and kinda chubby. I like to read and write in my free time, both fanfic and 'proper literature'. In High School, I was an honor student, and I study computer science. I'm kind of insecure about my physical appearance, which is why I'm kind of sparse with describing that part of myself.

More personality info: I want to cosplay, though I have yet to work up the confidence to do so. I'm a self-described nerd. Despite no known diagnosis, everyone I know calls me autistic. I pride myself mainly on intelligence and I tend to degrade myself when it comes to everything else.

On my college campus, I try to dress somewhat professionally, wearing a solid color t-shirt and khaki pants. Everywhere else, I tend to stick to a graphic tee and shorts.

I'm not really too attached to my family except for my two youngest brothers. I would do almost anything for them. My parents split when I was really young. I've had small bouts with depression ever since I was really young.

Hopefully that description of me was well written. Thanks for reading and replying if you end up doing either.

Absolutely hon for the first one I ship with you Dick Grayson! 💙

He loved the fact that you studied computer science slowly teaching you how to hack not too long after you joined the team and became friends

He was immersed in your writing after accidentally reading a part of a story you were writing and soon after you finished it he read it all over the next few days and hoped that in the future you would publish the story as a book

He learns how insecure over your body and looks after the two of you started dating and always told you and showed you how beautiful you were no matter what you said about yourself

He would be in awe of how much smarts you had and always showed how much you valued your smarts and were never afraid to teach anyone you knew what they didn't know no matter what it is

He would always try to make you laugh and smile whenever you were depressed to try and keep your mind off of whatever your depressive thoughts tried to make you feel

He loved how much you loved your brothers making him think of his own brothers every time you talked about them and whenever he would see the three of you together he would always smile at how much love would be shared just by being there for the other

He absolutely didn't mind when you told him that you were bisexual telling you he was also considering the fact that he had a long crush on his best friend Wally until the redhead started dating Artemis and he met you so the fact that you would jokingly flirt with Kaldur or Megan didn't bother him knowing that it was apart of how you joked with others sometimes

The second one I ship you with Kara zor el! ♥️

She is always ready with food and funny movies to make you feel better when you are depressed and especially with her funny faces that always make you laugh

She doesn't have a care in the world of you being bisexual at all it's a part of who you are and you cannot change it at all always planning and taking you with her to superhero pride festivals with matching makeup looks and bi flags around your shoulders and doesn't mind you jokingly flirting with one of her or your friends

She would always hold you in her arms and fly in the sky showing you the sun setting and the clouds colored pink,orange and purple or pure white when you would try to hide away in your room when you were overwhelmed and anxious

The two of you would slow dance in the kitchen to the playlist for the two of you while she told you how much you changed her life and how much she truly loved you and how she wants to marry you in the future

She always loves watching you with your brothers always imagining you playing with and holding your future children making her want to spend the rest of her life with you much more than she already did

#dc comics #kara zor el #dick grayson x reader #dc comics x reader #kara zor el x reader #judgementdaysunshine #judgementdaysunshine's birthday celebration