#and having a lot of weird and embarrassing things going on but.

[sa2sugu]

....hi everyone......... i know that some of you already know about this but i have a bl comic that is currently being published on lezhin. it's called "처음의 여름" or "a first of summers". it's explicit and i'd be really happy if anyone who is interested in this type of thing or my art gives it a read.

you can read the english version at: https://www.lezhinus.com/en/comic/first_summer

(or the korean version here if you're into that): https://lezhin.com/ko/comic/first_of_summers

you can also follow me on twitter: https://x.com/pppanghouse

i have gotten many messages asking me if i was the one behind a first of summers (because apparently my art style is very recognizable i can't hide from you guys!!), and i've been ignoring them for months (sorry, everyone) because i was never fully proud of the work that i was putting out there. i still don't think i am at a point where i can confidently promote my work like a normal person would because me and shame are like this -> 🫂. but i am working on getting better at managing my shame and making this post is a step towards that goal. in a way, i felt more reluctant to post about it here because i see the connections i've made on tumblr as real tangible friendships rather than parasocial ones so it's even more embarrassing.

as a lover of yaoi, slice of life and queer media, i tried to make something that i personally would like to read, in an art style that i would have found inspirational when i started digital art. here are some panels that i am kind of proud of ahh hee hee

to be honest it feels very very weird to "make a story" and "share it with people", because i've never done something like this before and having to offer my personal themes and internal symbols to people in the hopes that some of you may resonate with them feels like i'm running down the street with my whole ass out in the open. idk how people do this.

also, i know a lot of you consume media illegally and i know that i alone can't stop you from doing that. which is why i'm all the more thankful to anyone who chooses to support me by buying the chapters on the official websites. i'm slowly learning that this (working on stories and drawing) might be something i want to keep doing and get better at, so i'm so deeply grateful to those who make that possible for me by supporting me financially. it always feels super nice when people show appreciation for my art and recommend it to other people and talk about it.

anyways, so that's me. i have a lot more to say but this post has already gotten long enough, and none of it includes any information on what the comic is about lol so here's a short synopsis: hyeonseon is a 40yo divorced salaryman who, after having a bit of a midlife crisis about where he is at in life, decides to learn electric guitar. his teacher, yeoreum (which means summer) is a 24yo college student who is also having a bit of a crisis of his own aaaand falls for the older dude. uhhhh and as i said it's explicit they are fucking it oppa homo style, and it does deal with themes related to age gaps but please don't come for meeeee!!!!!!!! i tried to make it tasteful and chose to work with age gaps because i had something to say about the concept of adulthood/life, also i enjoy a dude who's a little old getting dicked down by a younger lad what do you want me to say, damn......

if you have any nice things to say about my work then weeheee please go ahead, thank you

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Like Stars

Summary: You’ve never liked your appearance, specifically the hundreds of thousands of freckles that cover your entire body. You claim they’re ugly and that they make you look ugly, so you hide them under makeup. And you’ve done so since you were a teenager. But now you’re a Doctor attached to the 501st and you don’t always have the time for makeup.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1806

Warnings: Reader is described as having lots of noticeable freckles, Reader makes several comments about how they hate their appearance, Kix is a Guy about the reader and makes some suggestive comments

A/N: So I had an idea last night, and decided to write it. I hope you all like it.

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There’s something about hyperspace travel that leaves the Resolute cold. No matter how much you layer, or how high you turn the heat in your personal quarters, you can still feel a chill down to your bones.

You hate it.

But you wouldn’t change anything about your life.

The men of the 501st are genial men, and they treat you with the utmost respect. Not to mention, they can be funny and they don’t treat you like an outsider, something your coworker attached to the 104th has had to deal with since day one.

More importantly, you get to work with Kix. The Chief Medical Officer for the 501st, and someone you’d be more than happy to call a friend even outside of work.

Okay, full disclosure, you’ve been nursing a crush on him for the better part of six months, and it’s not getting better. You thought—hoped, really—that spending time with him would kill the crush, it’s happened before after all, but no. The more time you spend with Kix the larger your crush grows.

He complimented your hair the other day, and you, the suave, smooth person you are, blurted, “Thanks, I was born with it.”

Luckily, he thought it was funny rather than just you being an awkward mess of a person. But you can already foresee the future. Kix is going to keep saying nice things to you, and you’re going to keep saying weird awkward things because you’re apparently a failure of a person.

You can already feel your face burning with remembered embarrassment, and you groan as you roll over to bury your face in your pillow. Maybe if you smother yourself, the remembered embarrassment will fade and you’ll be able to do your damn job.

Then your alarm goes off, and you release an ugly oath in three different languages. You lift your head off your pillow and glare at the chrono built into the wall next to your bed.

You’re not ready for another day.

You need another hour, at least, to obsess over how embarrassing your crush on Kix is before you can guilt yourself out of bed and into the sonic.

The chrono doesn’t care, though. It just keeps blaring it’s alarm, until you groan and roll off your bed to smack the button to turn it off.

And, well, now that you’re awake and on your feet, it just makes the most sense to drag yourself to the fresher and start your day.

You hop in the sonic and power it on. Sure, the sonic might be more efficient than a water based shower, but you’d sell your brother’s soul for a proper water based shower. Not yours, obviously. You need yours.

As soon as the sonic times down, you step in front of the mirror and absently grab your headband and pull it on. This, particular, headband was designed to hold your hair out of your face while you wash your face and apply your makeup.

You yawn as you open a drawer and pull a face wipe out of it’s container, and then grab the bottle of foundation from where it’s laying next to it.

At this point in your life, you don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror when you wash and apply your face. You could probably do it with your eyes closed, at this point, but you always watch anyway.

You scrunch up your nose in distaste as you examine your makeup free face. How is it that you have more freckles now than you did a week ago? You prod at your cheek and scowl, maybe you should save up some money to have the freckles removed, like at a clinic or something.

Your comm chimes a warning, and you release another curse. You got distracted, you’re going to be late.

Blindly, you grab the bottle of foundation and flip open the lid so you can pour some of the liquid on a small foam sponge, only for nothing to come out. You stare, bewildered, for a moment. And then you finally register that the bottle it empty.

A quick glance inside the drawer tells you that the bottle was faulty, since makeup now covers the bottom of the drawer.

Tragically, this bottle was supposed to last you the entire deployment. You don’t have another one. Which means, for the first time since you were a teenager, you have to go without makeup.

Maybe, if you just don’t look at anyone, they won’t see the freckles.

A fool’s hope, you know. Your freckles are very noticeable even from across the room.

You rub your hands across your face, and then tug your work clothes on, and turn to head out of your quarters.

You really, and truly, never wanted Kix to see you without makeup.

Vanity? Maybe. But you’ve hated the freckles since you were a small kid, and age has only made you hate them more. Kids can be cruel, after all. And parents can be even more so.

The walk from your quarters to the medbay is quick, as your room is intentionally just down the hall, just in case. The medics, Kix and the others, have their bunk on the other side of the medbay.

It means it is nearly impossible for you to be later, since your work station is only a couple of feet from your room, but it also means that you’re never the first person in.

So as the door slides open, you see the back of Kix’s head as he does his morning inventory. You grab your datapad from next to the door, and power it on, pulling it up to your face so no one can see what you look like, and then you read what’s on the screen.

“Oh, motherfuck. Today’s the day for physicals?”

Kix laughs and glances at you, “Did you forget?”

“I think I blocked it out since the last one was so traumatic.” You grouse as you scroll down the list, “Wait, how come I have both Tano and Skywalker?”

“Commander Tano didn’t feel comfortable receiving a physical from me,” Kix says easily, “And I gave you Skywalker since I’m unfamiliar with Jedi physiology.”

“You fucker.” You say, though there’s no heat in your voice, “Are we doing natborns and clones today?”

“Most of the natborns had their physicals already, it’s just Tano and Skywalker on that side. I am giving you the Shinies though.” Kix replies as he lifts his own datapad to glance at it.

“Just say you hate me, Kix. There’s no need to be passive aggressive.”

“They’re afraid of me, and I need them to come to the physicals, so you’re just going to have to suck it up, buttercup.”

“Yeah, well. If you were nicer—” You trail off as you scroll down the list, “I’m doing you? Uh...I mean,” You feel your face burn, “I’m giving you your physical today?”

You can feel him grinning at you at your slip of the tongue, “Yup. And I’m doing yours.” He replies, sounding delighted.

You finally drop your datapad away from your face, “I don’t need a physical? I already had mine.”

“Well, it wasn’t put in your file, so you’re getting another one.” Kix scans your face, and then he takes a step towards you, “Do you have freckles?”

“Shut up, don’t look at me.” You lift your datapad again, only Kix is faster as he yanks it out of your hand and lightly grips your chin. “Kix?!”

“You do! How have I never seen them?”

He’s standing really close to you. Too close for your sanity.

“I hide them with makeup,” You manage to get out, your voice slightly strangled

His thumb trails against your jaw, “Why would you do that?” There’s something awed in your voice and you start slightly when his other hand comes up to press against your cheek.

“I—well...they’re ugly,” You stammer, his hands are warm against your skin, slightly calloused from years of weapon handling, and dry from overusing hand sanitizer, but you can’t help but think that his hands feel nice against your skin.

“Says who?”

“Uh, lots of people, actually.” You shift, slightly uncomfortable, “And since they’re ugly it means I’m ugly, but I ran out of makeup. So…”

“You’re not ugly, and neither are the freckles.” Kix counters sternly, his fingers still lightly trailing from one freckle to the next, “It’s like—” He trails off, something soft in his gaze.

“Kix?”

“Someone painted the stars on your face,” He murmurs, “How can anyone think you’re ugly when you have entire galaxies written on your body.”

Something about his words, and the way he’s saying them, makes your entire body burn with flustered embarrassment, “Please stop.”

“Why?”

“You’re embarrassing me.” You whine.

He releases a low chuckle, “I know. You’re so cute when you’re flustered and tripping over yourself.”

“You’re doing it on purpose?!”

“Yeah. I like seeing how flustered I make you. Especially since you don’t get flustered near any of my brothers.” Kix grins and shifts a little closer, so you’re able to feel his armor pressed against you, “You have a crush on me.”

You glare at him, or you try to. You’re pretty sure it comes across as a pout based on how he’s grinning.

“That’s alright. I have a crush on you too.”

“...you can’t say that!” You lightly pound your fist against his chest plate.

“Why not?” His grin has grown.

“Because I have to give you a physical later and now that’s all I’ll be thinking about!”

And then Kix leans in so his lips are hovering just over yours, “Good.” He purrs out, and then his lips are against yours in a surprisingly heated kiss.

He’s gone before you can properly respond, and before you can even ask why and how and what, the door opens and Ahsoka pokes her head into the room, “Um...am I early?” She asks, her eyes darting from you to Kix and then back again.

“I...uh...no. No, you’re right on time.” You struggle to shift your brain back into doctor mode, and judging by the grin on his face he can tell, “We’re going behind the blue curtain, alright Ahsoka? I just need a moment to find your file.”

She nods nervously, “Alright. I’ll just so sit…”

The teenager wanders off and you scowl at Kix as soon as she’s behind the curtain, “You’re trouble.”

“I can’t wait to show you just how much.” He counters with a wink. And then you both have to go to work as Rex steps into the room for his physical as well.

But, for the first time in your life, you think that maybe, just maybe, your freckles aren’t something that needs to be hidden away.

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lacy

pairings - jenna ortega x g!n reader (no pronouns specified)

wc - 2100+ (not proofread)

warnings - none

summary - you thought jenna was someone with the perfect life, she seemed happy enough. you just didn't know how bad she was struggling with everything.

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1:45 ────〇── 2:57 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

for the longest time, all you could remember was her talent and carefree nature.

you remember a lot about her, actually. how she would laugh over stupid things and not have a care in the world. when her natural talent was brought up, she always remained humble about it and even made small jokes about it. you loved her confidence, but you yearned for it. at least something along those lines.

it started ever since you were kids, seven or eight years old at least. you and Jenna were best friends, stuck together like glue at the hip 24/7. there was never a day where you two would be separated or apart. it drove your parents crazy.

You two would spend everyday hanging out together, and as you grew, so did your bond... though, your play dates and sleepovers were always canceled early because Jenna usually had to do something along the lines of acting or of some sort.

It was just a few times every few weeks at first, then almost every week, then daily. it cut the time between the two of you, causing your distance to become thicker as she spent more and more time away from her childhood era.

some days, you would just spend sitting on the sidewalk along Jenna's home as you waited for her, knowing she wasn't going to show up. the feeling never went away, the yearning for her to return. you were 13 when she came back.

by the time she did come back for more than a few days, she was... different. not in a bad, mean way, no. she was different in her demeanor and how she acted.

she was especially different with how she talked towards you. her eyes roamed you experimentally, as if studying you for a moment before she spoke. you finally went to cut the silence, though she beat you to it.

"You've... grown." Jenna spoke softly in a soft murmur, her eyes still glancing at you as if recognizing- no, remembering you to memory. you tried to catch up with Jenna, but her news was much more interesting than you catching a few frogs here and there and crashing your bike.

you wanted to be a good friend, listening intently as she spoke so highly of her new career that she enjoyed. you saw the way her eyes sparked - the way they hadn't sparked like that since before she left made your stomach turn in anxiety.

it was a small grow in your belly at first, though you ignored it with the feeling of success for Jenna. you showered her constantly with affection and amusement.

you continued to push the feeling away, though it only seemed to gnaw harder at you as you both continued to grow.

───

Jenna was leaving for the night. she had told you previously a few days back that she would be hosting SNL monologue, which you were impressed about.

"It's a bit weird, don't ya think? I mean, not this place. I love being here," Jenna gestured to the comfort of the shared hotel between the two of you.

"you mean weird as in...?" you perk, your mind curious as you glance at her. she looked up at you and gave an awkward smile, "uh.. not being home?" she took a breath before slumping beside you on the couch.

you nod in agreement, sniffing as her perfume hit you. "yeah, but not too weird. I like being here with you, anyway." you say in a lighthearted tone, to which Jenna gave a warm smile to.

"are you gonna watch my monologue? what if I forget it? what if someone else forgets their part?" she started rambling, her brain working 100 miles per hour as each what if theory grew within.

"Jen." you say in a gentle yet firm tone, trying to ground her once more. she gave a look of slight embarrassment but nodded in question.

"yeah..?" she inquired. you chuckle slightly as you move a stray strand of hair from her face. "you're overthinking this. you know how great you are!" you say with a soft expression, honesty gleaming in your eyes.

Jenna gave an honest, lighthearted smile at your words as she slowly nodded her head in agreement. "yeah," she took a deep breath in. "I probably am just overthinking this," she laughed it off.

Jenna was always on the more talented side of things when it came to remembering and acting out things. you were just... there. you weren't excellent at anything, you were just there for Jenna and she was there for you.

as Jenna prepared to leave, she gave you a small hum of goodbye. she stammered out the apartments as you call out to her, "see you! and i'll watch it, promise!" you promised her, to which she gave a warm smile of gratitude before she finally left for the night.

The glow of the TV was bright against the dimly lit room. you were slumped into the couch, wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie that you found on your floor. most likely Jenna's.

you had watched Jenna's monologue, to which she did amazing with, no doubt. you just... felt that pit in your stomach once more.

you wanted to excuse it, trying to convince yourself that you were feeling excited for your friend as you watched her grow into the woman she is today... but you would be lying if you said that.

that was far from the truth. it's not that you were jealous of Jenna and her success, you were jealous of how carefree she seemed to be and how at bay she looked 25/8.

you, on the other hand, were almost always stressing about your job and if you'd get fired based off something as small as forgetting to move a box from one place to another.

Jenna loved her job from what you had heard, and it even gave her more opportunities. way more than you ever got. Jenna just seemed more talented than you in everything.

It seemed that she poisoned every little thing that you did with her own charm, causing you to have no effect on anything or anyone.

you didn't know how to handle it, you just wanted that ache in your stomach to disappear.

you give a long exhale, pressing your back into the couch cushions with a hum of contentment. you turn the TV off, slipping a blanket up to your chest as you got comfortable whilst waiting for Jenna.

It wasn't much longer until she came, giving a small yawn as she walked through the door. she seemed tired. you turn your head in an instant, humming at her presence. "hey! I told you that you'd do good." you say.

Jenna gives a hearty laugh, her dimples evident before she threw her bag aside and crawled onto the couch with a slump onto the cushion. "I'm so exhausted." she murmured.

initially, you took it as a more rhetorical statement than serious. you figured she was just tired from doing so much today - you didn't consider the fact that it might be her expressing how mentally drained she was.

you give a small chuckle at her words, turning your head to look at the brunette girl as you toss the blanket over her, as well. "is that so?" you perk an eyebrow, as if not believing her. "you're naturally talented. surely, it can't be too hard?" you offer.

Jenna gives a shake of her head, her expression puzzled as she eyed you. "too hard?" she scoffed slightly. she gave a small huff, her brows pinched together in confusion as she glanced at you. "i'm exhausted." she empathized the word now, her eyes softened in a drained way. she gave a small frown.

you glance at her frown, then back up to her eyes. "...you mean, like, mentally?" you perk quietly, as if afraid to say the wrong thing to the girl, who nods her head. your expression falls flat as realization hits you like a train. was being naturally talented and pursuing it really that hard? your stomach churned.

"this is so tiring. I feel like I don't get to hangout with you anymore because of work- even if we live together!" she carries on her words with a small droop of her shoulders. she shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, and you could see the sadness building up inside her.

you gave a small puzzled look, not expecting this from her. talented, carefree Jenna... maybe you should have expected it. I mean, no one is perfect? "but-" you began, though, your mouth remained stuck open as your throat dried and your words died out.

Jenna looked at you, curious as to what you were going to continue saying with hooded eyes. it was just then you took notice of Jenna. real notice. you took in her appearance at once, your eyes flickering with concern and empathy.

her eyes were worn and seemingly empty, showing little to no expression as the eye bags under her eyes are evident when her face is studied. her hair is ruffled and there's a bit of torn skin on her bottom lip, indicating her anxiety getting the best of her.

"oh, baby..." the words slipped from your tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Jenna gave a small wince as you moved, her eyes tired. "c'mere," you breathe softly as you open your arms up for her, your chest burning with sympathy for the brown haired girl.

Jenna looks up at you before crawling within your grasp, her heartbeat staggered as she rested against you. you open your mouth to speak, your words coming out softer and weaker than intended. "i'm sorry- I had no clue you were so... tired." you say gently.

Jenna shakes her head against the fabric of your hoodie, her gaze unwavering as she looks up to you. "y/n," she sniffled. "I- I didn't know how to tell you. I thought living together would be the perfect solution but-" her voice chokes out as it creeps away.

"perfect solution to what, Jen?" you asked softly, trying to grasp an understanding of how her mind exactly worked and how her thought process brought her to this moment.

"the perfect solution for feeling so... empty and lost." she exhaled. she brought her gaze to the ground below, messing with her fingers in an anxious state whilst hiding from your gaze, as if scared.

you frowned at her honest words, rubbing her back softly as she choked out her words. "I should've noticed. don't feel bad, Jen." you coo gently, trying to calm her nerves. yet, she still shook her head, her eyes brimmed with tears.

"I am so tired. all the time. I want to be the best for you and for everyone else who's looking up to me, like my fans! but, i-" you cut her words off with a sigh. "Jenna." you say, a bit stern.

She gives you a hesitant look, her gaze curious as she glanced up at you. "yeah?" she said in a breathy voice, her eyes softened as her gaze met yours.

"you don't have to make anyone the happiest besides yourself. if you aren't happy, you shouldn't push yourself until you're emptied out... you should take a break." you whisper softly, as if nervous that if your tone was a bit higher, she'd be scared off.

Jenna nodded slightly in understanding, her movements slow as she took it into thought. "but, my fans-" she started. "forget your fans. just for now. worry about yourself so your fans don't have to, yeah?" you say with a small, reassuring smile.

Jenna listened with an intent glare, taking every word to heart. "yeah... yeah, okay." she muttered quietly at last, her gaze soft as she looked up at you.

you give her a ruffle of her hair as you pull her beside you, allowing her to be enveloped whole by the blanket. you wipe her eyes of her damp tears, giving her a concerned yet caring glare.

Jenna looked at you once more before taking a small breath, inhaling and exhaling deeply before nuzzling into the side of the hoodie. she took in a whiff of your scent, her body easing against yours as she closed her eyes. she was tired.

you whisper sweet words, small promises, and even heartfelt comments as she drifted off. you toy with her hair for a bit longer before moving your fingers away, holding her against you like a lifeline as you closed your eyes, as well.

oh, how wrong you were about someone who seemed to be made of perfect angel dust.

[hummingbird24220]

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader where they encounter an enemy who’s devil fruit makes people reveal the truth which ends up with Luffy confessing his feelings for the reader and leaves him all embarrassed and the rest of the crew in shock. maybe he even says something along the lines of “I think y/n looks cute when she’s wearing my straw hat” idk, I just had this thought I hope it makes sense cause I feel like it would be super adorable! thank you!!

Absolutely! Sorry it took a while <3

Hope you enjoy~

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Truth Be Told

Pairing: Luffy x Fem!Reader

It started with a simple supply run. Nothing crazy. Just a sleepy little island, a few shops, and some suspiciously overgrown flowers that Usopp swore were staring at him.

Then, of course, everything went downhill. As it always did.

The Straw Hats found themselves face-to-face with a strange man in a long cloak and a mask shaped like a grinning sun. He called himself "Veritas", and he had eaten the Honto Honto no Mi—the Truth Truth Fruit.

“Lies crumble in my presence,” Veritas had declared dramatically, “and secrets will sing!”

...Whatever that meant.

But they quickly realized the horrifying truth: anyone caught in his ability’s range would be forced to speak whatever was on their mind—completely, brutally honestly.

Zoro, red-faced, had admitted he sometimes got lost just so he wouldn’t have to help Sanji with chores. Sanji immediately confessed he once burned the soup but blamed it on Brook. Robin admitted she actually loved cheesy romance novels. Nami had squealed and tackled her with stars in her eyes. Usopp revealed he sometimes practiced cool one-liners in front of a mirror. Chopper cried because he said he was scared of Veritas’s teeth.

Then… it happened.

You were just trying to stay out of the blast zone, eyes wide as chaos unfolded. And then Luffy—your wonderfully unpredictable captain—pointed directly at you.

And said: “I think Y/N looks super cute when she wears my hat. I kinda wanna kiss her when she smiles like that.”

Silence. Utter, paralyzing silence.

You froze. The crew froze. Luffy blinked, confused, then looked around. “Huh?”

“…Luffy,” Nami said, slowly. “Did you just…?”

He squawked, clutching his mouth like he could shove the words back in. “I-I didn’t mean to say that!!”

“Yes, you did,” Robin said with a warm smile.

“No, I didn’t!! I mean—I did, but I didn’t mean to say it!”

You felt your cheeks go up in flames. Luffy was bright red—a sight rarer than sea stone. He yanked his hat off and clutched it to his chest, eyes wide and panicked.

“I—I wasn’t gonna tell her yet!!”

“Yet?!” you and half the crew yelled.

Usopp’s mouth dropped. “Luffy… likes someone?” Zoro blinked slowly. “...Guess weirder things have happened.” Sanji nearly fainted with sparkles in his eyes. “My little captain is growing up!”

Luffy turned to you, bashful and adorable, still clinging to his hat. “I just… I think you’re cute, okay?! Especially when you wear my hat. And I like you a lot. And your laugh makes me feel weird in my chest and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means I really, really like you.”

You smiled, stepping close to him, your own cheeks still warm. “...So can I keep borrowing your hat, then?”

His face lit up. “Only if you promise to smile while you wear it.”

The crew collectively melted. Even Zoro smiled (a little).

You took the hat gently from his hands and plopped it on your head. “Deal, Captain.”

Luffy stared at you like he’d just found the One Piece. Then he yelled—far too loud—“WAAAH, SHE’S EVEN CUTER NOW!!!”

Veritas, by that point, had long since been knocked out by Robin (For plot convenience), but no one really noticed. Not when their captain was standing in front of you, flustered and happy and absolutely in love.

And you? You were definitely okay with the truth coming out.

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The stars stretched endlessly overhead, mirrored by the dark, gentle sway of the ocean. The rest of the crew had gone to bed—or pretended to, at least, likely still buzzing with today’s revelations. You couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t every day your usually clueless captain confessed he liked you in front of everyone.

You were sitting near the figurehead, letting the breeze kiss your skin, Luffy’s hat resting beside you on the wood. You hadn’t stopped smiling since he said you were cute. Not because of the words themselves—but because he meant them.

“Y/N?”

You turned. Luffy stood behind you, barefoot and in his usual open red vest, rubbing the back of his neck like he was nervous. His cheeks were already tinged pink, and he wasn’t even under Veritas’s spell anymore.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, patting the spot beside you.

He shuffled over and plopped down, knees pulled up, arms around them. For a while, neither of you said anything. Just the waves, the creaking of the ship, and the soft sound of his breathing.

Then he leaned back and tilted his head toward you, eyes soft. “I wasn’t gonna tell you yet.”

You smiled. “I figured.”

“I wanted it to be cooler,” he grumbled. “Like, after we beat a super strong guy, or maybe after I saved you from falling off a cliff or something.”

You laughed. “So dramatic.”

“I am dramatic,” he insisted, puffing his cheeks. “But… I meant it. All of it.”

You turned to him fully. “Even the part about wanting to kiss me when I smile?”

He groaned, face flaring red. “Y/NNNN…”

You tilted your head innocently. “What? I think that part was cute.”

“…It was true,” he muttered, rubbing at his face. “You smile and my brain just kinda… explodes. And then my chest feels all full and weird and I wanna… hold your hand or something.”

Your heart fluttered. You reached over, threading your fingers through his.

He jolted. Then slowly, slowly smiled.

“I’ve never liked someone like this before,” he admitted, voice soft like he was telling you a secret. “But I do like you. A lot. I think about you when we’re not together. I look for you first after a fight. I like hearing you laugh. I like how strong you are. I like everything.”

You were full-blown blushing now, cheeks warm and heart practically glowing.

“And,” he added, reaching beside you to grab his straw hat, “I wasn’t kidding. You really do look cute in this.”

He gently placed it on your head, adjusting it so it sat just right. Then he beamed at you like you hung the moon.

“...Wanna wear it again?”

You smiled, scooting closer until your shoulders touched. “Only if you promise to kiss me next time I smile.”

Luffy stared at you. Then he leaned in, face red but determined, and pressed the softest kiss to your cheek.

“I’m practicing,” he mumbled. “So I can kiss you for real when you smile next.”

You turned to him, and smiled.

He kissed you again.

[narrators-journal]

Could we get dr stone characters reacting to reader mentioning they have a crush on xeno

Alright, so, I decided to do little blurbs for this ask since a lot of these guys would have pretty similar reactions and it’d get repetitive. So, I chose some of the more fun people to explore for this situation and expanded on them a little. I hope these are properly varied and not too samey. Also, sorry if anyone seems a little off here, I decided to practice some sparcely written about babs, so I don’t have the most experience with some of these guys lol.

SENKU ISHIGAMI

“You fucking would like him, wouldn’t you?” Senku snorted after a heavy pause had followed your confession. The amusement and teasing enough to earn a fresh wave of hellish heat in your cheeks. “Huh?! What does that mean?” You huffed, but the leek-haired man waved your question away without his crimson eyes ever leaving his experiment. “It just means you clearly have a type, it’s not an insult.” “Then why did you say it like that?!” “Because it’s still funny,” Senku said with another snort, and while you couldn’t see his face with his back to you, you could hear the smirk he wore in his words. “You just have the vibe of someone who would crush on an amoral man like Xeno or Hyoga. Though…” He finally lifted his head to think for a moment before he continued. “I guess this means I owe Gen 20 Dragos. Man, why couldn’t you have had the hots for Hyoga instead? Or Tsukasa? Tsukasa’s morals are flexible, y’know.” He complained, his attention returned to his experiment with no mind to the gobsmacked expression you wore behind him. “YOU FUCKING BET ON WHO I LIKED?!”

LUNA WRIGHT

The pink-haired girl gave you an almost grossed-out look. Her hand paused with the nail polish wand over your fingernail. “Are you being serious?” She asked, and when you nodded her frown deepened. And when she spoke, it was with an edge of disgust to her supportive words. “I guess I won’t judge you for your taste in men, but he definitely wouldn’t be my first choice. The money is good, but he’s got that weird thing with Stanley going on and I like attention far too much.”

With that, she returned to painting your nails and left the conversation there. Outside of, of course, some rather prying questions about why you found the mad scientist so attractive, why you didn’t crush on Stan instead, and whether or not you would seriously try to pursue Xeno of all people. She even shared some of her more embarrassing crushes from the past, which made for a fun chat as she painted your nails and did your makeup as best she could with the supplies she had.

HYOGA AKATSUKI

You weren’t sure why you told the white-haired, masked man of your soft feelings for Dr. Xeno Wingfield, but he didn’t seem to react to the admission. He simply kept his focus on the sticks he sharpened for the hunting trap you worked at. When he did finally speak, it was to bluntly ask, “Would you betray us for him?” His words almost laced with that same tone a parent got when they asked how serious your high school relationship was. A mix of curiosity and humoring that made your glare darken even further when paired with the partial accusation. “Then it’s not worth focusing on. Just keep digging the tiger pit.” And that was where he left the topic.

Which, was an odd relief. You were able to get the truth off of your chest without any judgement and leave it on the forest floor with the dirt and rocks that you carved out of the ground. Hyoga had been a dick about it, but you could forgive that.

KOHAKU

“Heh? Xeno?” Your closest friend, supposed confidant, asked as the two of you sat on a tree branch to watch Suika play under the noon sun with Chalk. “Why Xeno of all people? He’s pompous, arrogant, and a jerk. If you like men like that, just date Senku.” “Ew, I don’t want to date Senku, he’s a jerk.” You said with a pink-faced scowl, which made Kohaku give a bark of laughter. “And Xeno isn’t?! His people tried to kill us multiple times over. He’s a snob, he’s condescending, and every word I’ve heard him say to you is some sort of insult. At least Senku doesn’t talk to us like we’re infants.” She snorted, Xeno’s flaws counted off on her fingers as you huffed and kicked your feet lazily. “Xeno is not that bad, Kohaku. He’s friends with Stan, so he’s obviously capable of kindness. And you forgave Tsukasa despite his whole attempt at a war, so why are you bringing that up now?” You argued, and the blonde shrugged, “Tsukasa’s clearly repented. He fought with Senku against Hyoga, and he already died to make up for that war. Xeno’s remorseless.” And that made you roll your eyes and groan. A hand over your eyes as you just waved her looks off, “Just drop it. I’m sorry I brought it up.” “No, explain yourself. What do you see in Xeno that Senku doesn’t have? Have you had a crush on Senku too?” She asked, amusement able to slip into her words as she watched you curl up like a dying spider on the branch. “Oh my god, Kohaku, stop!”

CHROME

You regretted mentioning Xeno while you helped sort rocks the moment the words left your mouth… “Why don’t you like Senku instead? Senku’s great, and he’s a lot nicer.” Chrome pointed out, his own basket of stones and crystals forgotten with the rest of the gossip and jokes you’d been swapping with him. “I dunno, Chrome, I-I just don’t. I don’t even really like Xeno, he just has his moments.” You sighed, your cheeks on fire as you tried to keep your eyes on the geode in your hands. Though that did little to dissuade the brunette. “Senku has his moments too.” He offered, “I mean, just about every girl in the village likes him, Kohaku probably likes him too, plus he’s a good dude. Probably smarter than Xeno, too.” before he went on to list the many, many pros that Senku offered that Xeno didn’t.

On one hand, you were thankful that the brunette didn’t berate you and question your morality for your attraction to the mad scientist. But, on the other hand, the sales pitch he launched into was humiliating in its own right, even if you tried to tune him out like you might a stubborn fly.

STANLEY SNYDER

“How did you even find out about that?!” You squawked, face hot with embarrassment as you tried to will the tall marine who stood in front of you to death. Which only made Stanley Snyder laugh, “Did you seriously expect to tell Luna something like that and for her to not gossip? You’re not the brightest bulb, are you darlin’?” And that just worsened the shame in your gut. Though it was nothing compared to the next blow to you that he gave. “Plus, you’re not the most subtle of people. I’m pretty sure the only person unaware of your lil crush is Xee.” “Please kill me…” You muttered, your face now in your hands so you wouldn’t have to see the smirk on Stanley’s darkly lipstick’d lips as he chuckled, “Nah, this is too funny to do that.” “I hate you...”

[fawnme1]

MORE THAN MATES || ARTHURTV

You had known Arthur since before either of you had proper common sense.

Back in primary school, the two of you were inseparable—the kind of best friends who would team up in every game of tag, share packed lunches when one of you forgot yours, and sit together in class just to get in trouble for talking too much.

And even though you grew up, nothing really changed. Well—except for the fact that Arthur started making videos, and suddenly, your quiet, lanky best mate was on Youtube for thousands to see.

It was weird at first. Watching him go from the kid who used to beg you to do his homework to someone people recognised in public. But to you, he was still just Arthur—the same idiot who once fell into a pond because you dared him to.

And that’s why it wasn’t weird that you were now at his flat, lounging on his sofa, scrolling through your phone while he edited a video.

Well, it was normal until ChrisMD burst through the door univited.

“Right,” Chris announced, dropping his bag onto the floor. “I have arrived. Someone entertain me.”

You rolled your eyes. “You do know this isn’t your house, right?”

“Debatable.” He flopped onto the sofa beside you. “Arthur, mate, why is she here?”

Arthur didn’t even look up from his laptop. “Because she’s my actual friend.”

Chris scoffed. “Tragic, really.”

You smirked. “Don’t be jealous just because he likes me better.”

Arthur snorted, finally glancing at the two of you. “To be fair, it’s close.”

Chris gasped dramatically. “I’m actually offended.”

You nudged him. “You’ll get over it.”

Arthur just shook his head, shutting his laptop with a sigh. “Alright. what do you want?”

“Five-a-side,” Chris said immediately. “I need a team. You in?”

Arthur shrugged. “Yeah, why not.” Then he turned to you. “You coming?”

You raised a brow. “Why? So I can watch you lot embarrass yourselves?”

Chris grinned. “No, so you can embarrass yourself.”

You threw at a pillow at him.

You really should’ve known better than to agree to this.

It wasn’t that you were bad at football—you could hold your own. But playing with Arthur and Chris meant being subjected to a level of competitiveness that could rival the Premier League.

“Arthur, stop ball-hogging!” you yelled as he once again tried to dribble past three defenders instead of passing it to you.

He grinned cheekily. “I had it!”

“You lost it five seconds later, you donkey.”

Chris cackled from the other side of the pitch. “Domestic already?”

You shot him a glare. “Shut it, Christopher.”

Arthur smirked. “Yeah, Christopher.”

Chris narrowed his eyes. “Don’t team up against me. I won’t stand for it.”

You and Arthur exchanged a look before bursting into laughter.

After an exhausting but hilarious game, the three of you had grabbed some food and headed back to Arthur’s place. Chris had crashed on the sofa, completely wiped out, leaving you and Arthur sitting in the kitchen, sharing a bowl of crisps.

Arthur leaned against the counter, watching you with an unreadable expression.

You frowned. “What?”

He hesitated for a moment before sighing. “It’s just… we’ve known each other forever, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“And you’ve always been my best mate. no matter what.” He rubbed the back of his neck, something he only did when he nervous. “But lately, I don’t know—I feel like I see you differently. And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a very bad thing.”

Your stomach flipped. “Differently how?”

Arthur let out a small, awkward laugh. “Like… I look at you and think, ‘God, am I actually that idiot who fell for his best friend?”

Silence.

The words hung in the air, waiting for you to react.

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

“…Would it be so bad if you were?” you finally asked.

Arthur blinked. “Wait. What?”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “You’re so slow sometimes.”

Then, before you could overthink it, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t dramatic or perfect—just simple and real.

Arthur’s lips parted in shock, but after a second, he smiled. “So… I’m not an idiot?”

You grinned. “Oh, you are. Just not for this.”

From the living room, Chris groaned loudly.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled. “Just kiss properly and get it over with, please.”

Arthur laughed before finally closing the space between you, sealing what had been inevitable all along.

Maybe things would change. But that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[claraswritings]

Do you think you could write a Chef Luca x waitress!reader smut where there’s a bit of an age gap and Luca and her have been dating for a while and when they are about to have sex she tells him it’s her first time and he’s just so gentle and reassuring and talks her through it and stops whenever she needs a break or when it hurts (cause we all know bro is packing) and is just so carful yet dominant

Anyways I love your writing sm and it would mean so much if you write this 💕💕

Lmk your thoughts thank you 🫶🫶

Oooh, yes Luca being gentle is 😍

I have left the gap kinda unspecified just that he’s a few years older 🩷.

Warnings: first time so virginity loss for reader and Luca is more experienced (everyone is an adult and it is completely consensual), p in v sex (protected), fingering, oral (f! receiving), Luca is a giver, Luca takes the lead but he’s very gentle, words of praise, mention aftercare, LOTS of reassurance and checking in- we know Luca would 🤭.

Once again, I have not spell checked 😅

SMUT FIC BTC

It had been three months since you and Luca had started dating and it had been three months of the best relationship you’d ever had. Not that your experience was that vast. A few make outs, grinding and…that had been it.

You’d just not met the right guy. Or you hadn’t until Luca.

Your Luca who had made it his personal mission to look out for you when you’d gotten the waitress job at noma, your Luca who had asked you out one night when you were both closing up and you’d instantly agreed (how could you not). Your Luca who was currently kissing a love bite onto your neck, his shirt discarded on the floor of his room.

“I really want you baby.” Luca said his voice heavy “I want to make you feel good…”

Your handsome, kind, sweet Luca who was completely oblivious to your lack of experience.

You should have known this conversation would come up at some point. It was now or never

“Luca…” you started. He was a bit older than you, so him having more experience wasn’t a surprise but you worried your lack of, complete lack of, would be.

“Has it been a while, love?” Luca asked patiently. “It’s been a while since my last relationship too, don’t worry.”

He was so sweet and was looking at you so fondly that you felt yourself getting red.

“No I mean I’ve not…I mean I’m…I haven’t ever…” you felt yourself getting tongue tied

You felt your face heat up and instantly brought up your hands to hide it, sure that he’d freak out or think you were weird.

“Hey.” Luca said and gently tugged your hands down “don’t hide…” he said “don’t…” he said sweetly “it’s okay.” He cupped your face “there’s nothing to be embarrassed over…”

You shrugged a little flushed but trying to listen to his words “you don’t think I’m weird or I’m going to be boring or…”

“Shhhh” he soothed rubbing your hip “you could never be boring to me.”

He leant down and put a kiss on your forehead, a sweet and gentle gesture that made your heart flip.

“Do you want to?” He asked so softly and you nodded.

“If you want to stop at any time.” He kissed your cheek and then moved to the other “I will…lucky me that I get to be your first and make this good for you. Luca paused again “We’ll go slow baby…”

He kissed your lips “I’ll take care of you.” He pulled back for a second, brushing your hair back “you sure?”

You felt a little nervous, of course you did but it felt right with Luca and you knew he’d never do anything beyond your limits. You’d never felt so sure before.

“Yes.”

“Okay baby, I’m just going to get a few things…just before we start okay?”

You rose an eyebrow a little confused and he answered you before you could ask.

“It’s for afterwards baby, I don’t want to have to get up to get it and leave you for even a second, darling” Luca could barely take his eyes from your face. “So I’m going to get it now okay?”

“O…okay” you were a little nervous but trusted him so let him leave

Within a few minutes he was back and placed some things by the bed, wipes, a towel, some of his pajamas and a bottle of water

He came back to lay beside you, gently putting one hand on your waist and using the other to cup your chin, his eyes meeting yours

“Come here, beautiful girl” Luca said and leant down, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. He deepened the kiss, his hand stroking your waist gently, his tongue slipping into your mouth and pressing against yours.

This was okay, you’d made out with him lots of times.

He pulled back after a few minutes. “Is it okay if I take this off?” He asked and gently traced the fabric of your bra along the line where the skin met it.

“Yes” you said, voice low and you lifted a little to let him unclasp and move the straps down your shoulders, putting little kisses as he did, before he slipped it off.

You felt a little cold and exposed at the air but Luca was looking at you so sweetly, it reassured you.

“So beautiful baby…” he soothed and began kissing you again, a few pecks on your lips before trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. He took his time, waiting a few seconds before he moved lower each time, giving you time to refuse if you needed. One of his hands came up, and softly with just enough pressure that you could feel it, squeezed your breast. You let out a little moan, signalling to him to go on and he moved to roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“How’s this for you?” He asked into your neck and you sighed,

“S’good” you managed to say as the sensation caught in your throat

“Yeah?” Luca asked and encouraged by your enthusiastic response, moved lower and took one into his mouth.

“Yeah, god Luca” you felt the words slip out and your hand moved to card through his hair as he licked and sucked and grazed against the harden peak, pulling back to blow on it with his hot breath before moving to the other, alternating between them switching his hand and mouth.

His free hand grazed down your stomach and rested on the waistband of your jeans. Luca began kissing down your stomach, rubbing your hip as he did. As he reached the button, he looked at you for any sign you wanted him to stop and when he didn’t see one, he edged them down, kissing your hips and thighs.

“Good girl, you’re incredible, you know that? So beautiful” he said “let me take these off…” He lifted your legs to pull them off and sat back admiring you for a moment before he tilted your head up to meet his eyes.

“Im going to take my jeans off too baby…but you can still tell me to stop at any time, it’s just so I’m more comfortable” he said, knowing he was half hard and aching to explore your body more.

Luca shuffled off his jeans discarding them to the floor and came back to lie over you, kissing you before working back down to your stomach.

“Have you done anything before baby?” He asked carefully as he traced along your underwear line and you could feel the wetness between your legs grow with want for him.

You shook your head. “No.”

Luca let out a breath, fanning over your stomach. “Okay, I’m going to touch you baby, just to make sure you’re ready for me…” he said “I want to make you feel good first… or if that’s all you want to do tonight that’s fine too.” He said

“I want to, Luca, I really want you,” you said. Your heart was racing but you couldn’t help but want him.

Luca made his way across your body with little teasing kisses until he reached your underwear line. He drew a line along it with his tongue and planted a little kiss right at the centre. “Can I take these off?” He hooked two fingers along the waist band and waited for you to give him a nod before he inched them down, kissing across the exposed skin.

Once he’d pulled them off, he gently brought his hand up and cupped you, barely touching you but enough to let his fingers dampen on the wetness that had seeped out.

“Perfect…you’re soaking baby…” he groaned “Can I touch you?”

You let out a ‘please’ that was far more wanton than it had sounded in your head which made Luca groan.

“Please touch me Luca…”

He carefully spread your folds and slipped one finger into you, pumping at a slow pace, savouring the look of pleasure that crossed your face. His fingers, damp with your slick, drifted to your swollen clit and he touched it carefully, just a brush which caused you to arch off the bed, grinding down on to his hand

“How’s that, love? This okay for you?” Luca said with a lazy smirk. “You like it when I touch you like that?”

“Feels good Lu…” you were quick to answer him “More…”

“Patience baby…” Luca smiled and rubbed circles a few more times, drawing moans from you “Can I taste you baby?” He said “I bet you taste fucking incredible and you’re so wet for me…”

Again you found yourself nodding, your need for him obvious.

“My girl, so good for me…” he said and positioned himself between your legs “…I’m going to taste you now baby….Don’t hold back, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m going to make you feel good…”

Carefully he spread you with his fingers and brought his mouth milimetres away and let out a breath over you, causing you to jolt with surprise.

“Yeah?” He said, doing it again but closer, getting the same reaction. Again you shivered with pleasure and he brought his mouth right over your hole and pressed his tongue against you. “You want more baby?”

“Ohhh fuck Luca”

You arched off the bed, fisting your hand in the sheets and the shudder that escaped you was uncontrollable as Luca worked his mouth against you, using his lips and tongue, licking stripes up from your soaking centre and back down from your clit before returning to circle the most sensitive nub.

“That good baby? You sound so sexy…”

Your hand found its way from the sheets to his hair and you tangled it in the soft blonde locks, which you could have sworn you felt him smile into you as he worked his tongue up and down your slit.

“…s’good, please Lu, keep going”

He groaned into you, the sound of your moans making him even harder as he focused on bringing you pleasure. Luca rolled his tongue delving back into you

“My god Luca…please…I’m…” you could feel the pressure build, edging you closer.

“That’s it…you’re doing so well baby…” he coaxed, barely lifting his mouth from you, instead returning his focus to your clit, working against it with his tongue. “Cum for me, baby,”

That was it. You felt yourself peak, letting out a throaty moan, then gasped to catch breath as he returned to lay over you and his hand moved to card your hair back.

“How was that, love?” Luca asked carefully “That good?” He gave you a little smirk that sent another jolt straight between your legs.

“Incredible Lu…thank you…”

He laughed a little, thinking how cute it was that you thanked him and handed you the water. “You sound so pretty, I wanna make you make that noise again baby,”

Luca’s hands ran over your bare thighs.

“Can I baby? Can I make you make that noise again?”

You took a sip and instantly put it to one side, you’d never felt so hot, never felt so needy and so desired all in one.

“Please…Please Luca….I want you…” you said breathlessly “I want you…inside me.”

Luca leant in and kissed you, smiling at how eager you were.

“Okay darling…” Luca said and moved to position himself between your legs, parting them. His breath caught at the sight of you, spread and ready for him. “If you need to stop at any time just tell me okay?”

He leant in and kissed you once more before sliding off his boxers.

You felt your breath catch at the size of him. He was not only long but thick, and seeping at the top and watched as he rolled on a condom and could barely take your eyes off him as a mix of excitement and nerves swelled in your stomach.

“Will… it…” you felt yourself start to ask “Will you fit?”

As soon as the question was out, you felt yourself flush wondering if you’d asked something horribly embarrassing but instead Luca only leant in and kissed you again.

“It will baby, we’ll go nice and slow. Lie back and let me take care of you…you’ll fit me just fine, I promise.”

Luca carefully lined himself up with your entrance, spreading you with his fingers as he began to push inside, nudging you apart gently.

You let out a low hiss and he stilled for a second, waiting for you to meet his eyes and give him the reassurance you were okay, before pushing a little further in, still at a cautious pace his fingers finding your clit to tease at it, hoping the pleasure would help.

“Alright baby, you got this, you can do this okay baby, you’re doing incredible…squeezing me so good…”

You nodded again and Luca let out a moan as he pressed further, your tight walls seizing around him. As he was around halfway in, you let out another gasp and he paused, giving you a breather to get used to his size.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” He didn’t move anymore, instead rubbing your hip, coaxing and reassuring. “I’ve got you baby. Just a little more okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

Luca picked your hand up and kissed it “you’re doing amazing baby…you feel incredible…” he said “taking me so well…are you okay?”

You let out a little sigh. The sensation was a little sore but it was far more pleasurable than it was painful. “I’m okay, I want you…Please.”

“Are you sure?” Luca’s hand brushed your cheek.

You nodded “Please baby. Please.”

Luca kissed your hand again, before he linked your fingers and pushing further into you, a moan of his own escaping him as he felt you stretch to accommodate his size.

“That’s it baby…take me in” his voice was low, eyes heavy. “So fucking tight”

You squeezed his hand and amongst a few more whispered words of encouragement, you could hear Luca’s own breath hitch as he slipped the last inches into you, bottoming out.

You gasped and Luca stopped again, letting you adjust to the full feeling, his eyes looked down at where you were joined. “You feel amazing baby”

Luca gives your waist a small squeeze “This okay for you?” He moved very slightly and you let out a strangled moan of pleasure.

“Lucaaa” was all you managed “yes…feels…good Lu, so good” it was a little painful, you could feel an ache, but the waves of pleasure you felt each time you adjusted to him overwhelmed it.

That reassured him, the clenching of you around his length, the look of surprise mixed with pleasure on your face, your words all enough and he pushed in and out a few times again, letting your breathy shudders settle after each thrust.

“I want to make you cum again, baby…” Luca slowly starts moving inside you, back and forth at a slow but more steady pace.

Your moans encouraging him, reassurance that you were comfortable. The twinge of discomfort was as fast fading, replaced with the satisfaction you felt every time Luca moved in and out gently.

“You’re amazing baby, that’s it…making me feel so good,” he praised, his words of encouragement causing you moan “just like that…god fuck baby…”

Luca could have looked at you forever, he held your hips edging you closer and the gasp that escaped your mouth almost had him finish there and then.

He leant in a little and pressed a kiss to your lips, slowing the pace a little so he could tease at your lips in an open mouth kiss, swallowing your shared moans as he moved in and out of you.

“I’m close baby…tell me you are too…so tight baby…” Luca sighed.

“Yes…” you muttered. You were close, you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten like a spring about to release.

The full feeling was something you never knew before but you knew you’d now feel empty without.

“Look baby…” he said “look at how you’re taking me in…” and your eyes were drawn to where he was pushing himself into you again and you gasped as he in tandem with this began to work your clit, whispers of encouragement falling from his lips until the coil snapped and you felt yourself clamp around him, peaking.

Luca followed only a moment later, another thrust or two and he’d finished in tandem with you.

****

He was even gentle in the aftermath. He disposed of the condom and was careful when he leant down to scoop up the wipes he’d left by the side of the bed. His feather soft touches cleaned you, planting kisses on your stomach and hips as he did. Once you were clean, Luca he took extra care as he lifted a borrowed pair of his pyjama trousers over your feet and then your hips . He planted a last kiss on your stomach and then pulled you into a cuddle, tracing shapes on your bare shoulders.

You hid, burying your face into his chest.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” He said “You were so good for me, my girl” he reassured, whispering sweet things to match his traces. “Are you okay? You’re not in pain?”

Luca rose your chin with his fingers, so his gaze could meet yours, hopeful that he’d been careful enough to not cause you any pain.

You shook your head “A bit delicate and tender but…I’m okay. That was incredible.”

He smiled relived and kissed you. “I’m glad sweetheart. Anything I can do for you. My girl. Forever my girl”

And with that, he pulled you back into his arms and into the best nights sleep you ever had.

[moe-broey]

Also when I make shitposty jokes like that I LOVE taking them Way Too Seriously. Like. Yeah that's funny, but what does it Mean actually, for Freyja to say all that to Moe? Is she propping herself up, rubbing salt in the wounds of someone who could not achieve "goodness" as presented to it, by explicitly stating she was raised as a lotus flower, already a pure and divine being from the start? Who, as you can plainly see, manages to embody that purity and divinity to this day, whereas Moe has failed to? By saying she smells nice like vanilla all the time, does that imply that Moe could stand to have better hygiene habits, or at least is self-conscious of the times it gets forgetful and/or neglectful in that regard? Or at very least is just extremely self-conscious that it sweats a lot when nervous (which is nearly all the damn time)? And when Freyja leaves the beetle for dead in such a specific way, is Moe thinking of and empathizing with the protagonist of Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis?

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[altschmerzes]

seen one too many snide posts about this in the last week or so but did you know that if you don't enjoy scenes in smut establishing consent or checking in then you simply don't have to read them and you don't have to go online and whine about how they're Consent Posturing and Purity Culture and Sanitizing Everything and God Just Kill Me Now. like you can have a preference without making it into a three act morality play, which is ironically what you are accusing other people of doing.

the same goes for like, detailed content warnings on fics. or content warnings at all. you can just skip those. they're not a sign of Purity Culture Gone Too Far or Those Damn Puriteens or whatever. you can dislike things without being an asshole about them or implying they're Taking Away What's Good And Correct About Fic Or Creativity.

[termagax]

re: "good girl" i think they say it once randomly as a joke and its just one of those things that gets him wayyy more than they expected it would. so now its their secret weapon and they use it very sparingly and every single time he gets super embarrassed about it but it works ill tell you what.

[greyedian]

oh my god I was thinking about a jayvik fallout new vegas AU and was like "hm maybe Viktor uploads himself into one of those robots until he can get a different body by like repurposing power armor or something idk" and then I remembered that this guy's name actually is Victor

[persephoneflouwers]

🫀.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

for the most part I actually don’t see Harry and Draco as being the get married types or at least not the have a wedding types but it’s also fun to just. Have them do it anyway. Weddings are fun and fun to write and read about!

[neallo]

ugh okay yeah now i've thought too much about writing and am making myself feel very weird and bad. i think it is sleep tiem

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight