#or bestfriend anon

[zzhadxa]

i would liek to formalyl apologise for eating ur flesh and bones

they were really good tho

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last part aside you're forgiven

(^ art by chezpop on Pinterest ty hardwaresysx0 for telling me!!!)

[zer0point5ive]

Faggot.

[pintrestgrl]

hihi it's me again, i feel super hyper rn , but bsf!jj has been stuck in my head!!! specifically bsf!jj & innocent!reader , it starts off as a innocent little hangout at the chateau and ends with a head full of blonde hair in-between readers legs .... reader vents about feeling starved-touch since the last time jj had played with her (story for another time) and jj, being the best friend he is obviously takes action!! after all isn't that what bsfs are for !

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BSF! JJ ‘ND INNOCENT!READER

you missed your bestfriend. that’s all this was. simply, a quick hang out to ease the boredom. however, there was a few pushed away thoughts in the back of your head.

ones that consisted of missing jj for other reasons too, like physical ones. you remembered everything from that one night, the night where you two shared a few hundred kisses, and he had touched you in a way that left you wanting more.

you had never done that with anyone else. never done that at all, before that night. never gave up your body like that, been seen so vulnerable infront of someone. and nobody ever made you feel the way jj did that night.

that’s how you found yourself at the chateau, sat on the couch with him. john b and sarah were out at the beach, pope studying and kie grounded. it was just you two. you first started to watch a random movie he found, before you grew bored.

you didn’t wanna be doing that— you wanted him showing you the same amount of touch he did that night. you slowly began to gain the courage, speaking. “jay, i don’t wanna watch this.” he raised his brows, looking over at you. “you told me to pick whatever. what do you wanna watch then?”

you rolled your eyes. it was beginning to annoy you how stupid he was being. how you could feel your panties sticking to you. “i don’t wanna watch anything. i just—“ you paused, unsure of what to say next. you didn’t wanna seem weird.

jj had brushed past that night like it didn’t matter. you two never brought it up again, therefore it shouldn’t have mattered or affected you this much. but it did, whether you chose to acknowledge it or not. he noticed your nervousness. “what? spit it out, kid.”

you had enough of whatever game this was. you just wanted him close to you again. you began to speak, rambling. “i just— i can’t stop thinking about that one stupid night and what we did— i haven’t even been touched like that since then and i don’t know what to do and—“

he interrupted you, speaking. “you coulda just said that shit. didn’t really need to throw a whole fit about it.” you sighed with annoyance, getting frustrated. “really? that’s all you have to say?” he laughed, remarking right back. “i can show you better then tell you.” you furrowed your brows, confused.

he slowly began to change his position, laying on his stomach in front of your body. you began to get nervous, body tensing. he slowly kissed right below the hem of your denim shorts, the kisses leaving wet marks. he sat up, pressing another wet kiss on your lips this time.

you returned it, feeling his hand subtly creep up to unbutton your shorts. he shimmied them down your body, still continuing the sloppy kiss. he ran a finger through your panty clad folds, feeling the wetness coat his finger.

he slowly pulled away, laying back down. he was eye level with your cunt, and it made you feel embarrassed. but the feeling slowly went away, realizing this was your bestfriend. the same kid who had seen you in all phases of your life, awkward and not.

you eased up, watching as he slid the panties down your legs next. he licked a long stripe up to your clit, attaching his lips around the bud. he sucked, moving your thighs to lay on his shoulders as he held your thighs open. you whimpered, he had never done this to you before.

the farthest you went with him was fingering. this was different. it made you want him all the more. he dragged his tongue back down, sloppily pushing his tongue inside your pussy. he drew out a moan from you, your hands going to the blonde boys hair.

he continued his motions, hands holding your hips down as you writhed under him. you were getting close. you recognized the feeling from the last time with him. “mmph— jay, oh my god,” he chuckled into your folds, the vibrations putting you over the edge.

you came, his mouth once again attaching to your clit to ride you through it. you moaned, the feelings beginning to feel too much. you pushed his head away, as he laughed and sat up. he wiped his mouth. “you feel better now?” he said, grinning.

truth is, it did. seriously. you nodded your head, as he slid your panties back on. he sat back against the couch with a sigh, his hands going behind his head.

it went silent for a minute, before he spoke. “next time you need that, just tell me. don’t make it all weird ‘nd shit.” you nodded, his words registering in your mind. that plan sounded better, to you.

you didn’t wanna play a game like that again.

[adddddiiii]

absolutely part 2! this is so cute and i’m glad that you loved that idea. also love our dog

-🦜

Things We Don't Say #2

Author's Note: Glad you liked part 1!

Contents: Damian Wayne x bestfriend!reader

The next time you and Damian met at the dog park, the air felt different. Maybe it was the way the winter sun clung stubbornly to the horizon or the faint tension Damian had been carrying lately, but something had shifted.

Penny was already dragging you across the park when you spotted Damian on the usual bench. Titus, ever the regal guardian, sat at his feet obediently, his tail thumping against the ground when he saw you approach.

"You're early," Damian remarked as you settled next to him, "you weren't supposed to be here until the evening."

"Maybe you're just late." You were slightly breathless from keeping up with Penny. "What's your excuse this time? Brooding? Secret mission? Titus holding you hostage for more treats?"

He huffed out a small laugh. "None of the above. For once."

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment and you studied his unusual demeanor. Damian wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve — quite the opposite, in fact — but you could always tell when something was off.

"You okay?" Your voice dipped to a gentler tone.

Damian glanced at you and his green eyes narrowed slightly, as if debating whether to tell you the truth. Honesty wasn't always easy for him but you had a way of making it feel less daunting.

"I have been distracted," he admitted, his gaze falling to the grass in front of him.

You tilted your head. "Work stuff?"

"No," he paused. His fingers brushed over the edge of Titus's leash. "It's... personal."

You nodded, letting a silence settle between you. Damian had always appreciated how you never pushed or prodded, but simply waited.

Penny bounded over at that moment, breaking the stillness as she dropped a stick by your feet. You leaned down to grab it and tossed it back into the field with a grin.

"She's relentless," you laughed.

"Much like her owner," Damian quipped, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Hey!" You flicked his arm with your fingers lightly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were complimenting me."

Damian hesitated and his smile faltered. "Maybe I am."

You blinked, having been caught off guard by the sincerity of his tone. For a moment neither of you said anything and the weight of his words hung in the air.

"Damian-"

"I know it's not the right time," he interrupted. His voice was quieter now. "But you mean more to me than anyone else ever has. And I care about you more than I should, more than just a friend should. I wasn't supposed to feel this way but..." he exhaled sharply, as if the words had been dragging him under, "here we are."

Your heart stumbled in your chest, caught between disbelief and something you couldn't yet name.

"I-" you started but before you could finish, Penny came barelling towards the bench, crashing into Titus and sending both dogs into a tangle of fur and leashes.

The moment broke and laughter spilled out of you as you leaned down to untangle the mess. Damian watched you, a faint smile making its way on to his face despite the interruption.

"You're laughing," he said in a wry tone.

"I'm not laughing at you," you looked up at him, "I'm just... surprised. In a good way."

"Surprised?"

You nodded and stood up to brush off your hands. "You're an idiot."

"Excuse me?" He blinked up at you.

"You should've told me sooner," you sweeped away a stray tuft of grass from his jacket, "because I feel the same way, Damian. I have for a while now."

Relief washed over his features, his shoulders finally relaxed. He let out a small laugh, one that made your chest ache in the best way.

As you sat back down on the bench, the dogs yipped excitedly and ran around the bench.

"Guess they're happy we worked it out," you grinned.

"More observant than most people," Damian replied, his tone lighter now.

As Titus settled back at Damian's feet and Penny began chewing her stick, you leaned closer to Damian. He didn't pull away. Instead, his fingers curled around yours, grounding you both in the quiet realisation that everything had changed — and for the better.

[readychilledwine]

What Once Was Lost

Rhysand Week Day Three - Loved Ones

Summary - Your baby shower should have been the happiest day of your and Cassian's life, but you and Rhysand just can't shake the feeling that something, or someone(s), is missing

Warnings - Loss of parents and siblings, discussion of mourning and grief, brother/sister bonding moment, pregnancy, angst, fluff, implied favoritism from a parental figure

A/N - Happy @officialrhysandweek day 3. Rhysand's love language towards his family screams gifts. I had something like this planned for a girl dad Cassian fic, but doing it with Rhysand just felt so right as things flowed together. I was pretty excited for this to be a prompt for this week because it gave me an excuse to finally write, revamp, and post this.

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You were being irrational.

At least you repeated that to yourself over and over as you hid on the balcony. This should have been one of the happiest days of your life. A baby shower to celebrate the life you and Cassian had made after many centuries of trying and trying with no results. Yet, you found yourself a mess of tears and makeup, face buried in your hands and you cried. 

Every celebration came with a feeling of emptiness. It always had and for some reason, you felt it always would. It had been years since the night you woke up to your father's pained screams, since he then clinged to you, holding his last remaining baby girl for dear life, then you lost him too.

You wanted to move on, yet you still felt stagnated, unable to move forward. Something was missing today. Someone. Multiple someones, actually. Your mother, your big sister, your father despite his cruelty. It seemed like a joke to be celebrating without them.

The door opened and shut softly, followed by the scent of salty citrus, “Sister! There you are," Rhysand's face fell as he saw you crying. "Is it that bad,” he asked gently. “Did I mess up planning this that badly? Is it the cake? The white? I promise its-”

“It's not any of that, no,” you interjected. “I- its.”

“Oh.” He knew. Rhysand knew. He had felt it on his own wedding day, after the birth of his own son, after every milestone he accomplished. “You know they would want you happy-”

Those words made you sob harder, hugging yourself tightly. You felt this level of mourning wasn't healthy after so many years, so many heartaches, but it was as if your life had adapted and grown around the murders of your mother and big sister instead of moving on from it.

“Y/n, the depth of your mourning does not determine how much you loved them. What determines that is how we honor them.” Rhysand moved to lean next to you on the wall, “And have we done that. We've changed things mother felt would remain the same until the end of time, we rebuilt the Rainbow in honor of Stel, we ensured their stories were heard, written into the Night Court's history. We even honored our father through alliances, trade, and the crowns we wear.” 

He wiped his own eyes before continuing, “We've honored them by becoming the male and female they expected us to be. By becoming the husband and wife to our partners that they expected us to be. By loving each other and pushing each other to be better the way they expected us to. We've honored them by being happy, by cherishing each other. You, my starlight, have been my treasure since they left us.”

You only smiled slightly, “Until you had Nyx.” Your nephew, your light. He was the source of happiness for the Inner Circle you all had never seen coming. He had spun everyone's world, but mostly Rhysand's. Nyx filled a void with his sweet squishy face and bright blue eyes filled with wonder and joy.

“No,” your brother said the word with such gentleness but firmly. “You are still my treasure. My son is my world. And when i see you with him, I feel complete.” He meant that. You could tell by the little look of pride he had.

The transition from Rhysand as a full-time workaholic to almost stay at home dad had been a rough one, but one he would not undo. Feyre practically ran the Night Court now, while Rhysand enjoyed a life of fatherhood and solitude unless necessary. No one outside of the Inner Circle knew that fact, of course, but slowly, they would.

“Nyx will reshape the world some day,” his hand moved to rest on your stomach, his body moving to face you as it did, “And this little life you a carrying, this little being who is already so celebrated, so loved, who has already brought so much joy, this is his sibling. The closest thing he will ever have with Feyre's choice to never have a child again.”

Rhysand's hand felt your bump, trying to find where the soul growing inside of you was resting. “It's time to stop the circle of grief, dear sister,” he made you look at him. “To live. To love freely. To hold tight to the things we both cherish most. You are carrying the greatest blessing you could ever give this family.”

His eyes were still on that swell of life, a soft smile as he thought out his future niece or nephew, “Two more months,” you reminded him. “You can hold them in two more months.”

“It's forever,” he pouted before placing both hands on your tummy. “Have you two picked names?”

You could only nod as you two held eye contact. You searched those comforting eyes for any sign or hint of the gender you'd be giving birth to. He was the only one who knew the gender of the baby, information he carried so close to his heart he had not even told Feyre. You and Cassian had wanted to be surprised at birth, but your mate's anticipation made it impossible to wait 61 more days.

Rhysand had planned this whole party around that fact. The garden was filled with white flowers. The house had white linens and decorations. He’d gone as far as having enchanted white flowers spread throughout Velaris. 

After the overly extravagant dinner being served, you and Cassian would be moved under the flower arch he'd constructed with Elain. Then, when you both indicated you were ready, the flowers would change to pink or blue. Cassian, Feyre, Eris, and Azriel were all supporting pink, praying for a sweet baby girl. You were in black, matching your brother, in a silent message that you both wanted healthy. Mor, Amren, Elain, Nesta, and Lucien all Sported accents of blue, using old fisher wife stories to say you were carrying a baby boy. 

Rhysand pulled your mind back to the present, to him, with a soft kiss on your forehead. “You look so much like Mother. When I miss her, I look at you and find peace and comfort. I am reminded of the way she looked at me because your eyes look at me the same.” 

He hugged you the best he could, letting there be silence as your tears finally stopped. Rhysand had dedicated his life to Velaris, to the found family you two shared, to you. Your heart and mind knew that dedication would pass to this baby, to raising them to be strong willed, confident, humbled. “People are waiting for us,” he whispered into your hair. “Your husband is waiting for you two. Let's go eat.”

It was a gentle pull of your hand, bringing you to the center spot of the table next to Cassian. Lamb, chicken, prime rib. Rhys had spared no expense to make sure this day was special for you, and the meal filled with all your favorite proteins and sides was proof of that. Food was enjoyed with laughter, final wagers placed between the Inner Circle and Vanserras. 

The time had finally come, faelights guiding you and Cassian to where Rhysand wanted you to stand. Smaller lights had been woven into the arch made from roses, peonies, and wisteria. 

Cassian was a ball of energy, smile growing as he held both of your hands, “Ready, starlight?” 

“Ready,” you confirmed, and before your eyes, shades of pink filled the garden. Pink daisies, pink roses, pink asters and tulips. It bathed the room in promises of gentleness, compassion, beauty, and kindness, the qualities your mother and father raised you to have as Princess of the Night Court. Qualities Rhysand had continued to teach you long after their deaths. 

Cassian lifted you immediately, crying as he held you against him, mumbling into your neck how you had honored him. How you were giving him the most precious thing he'd ever have. Whispering his promises to protect her, to love her, to be a good father to his angel.

The celebration in garden was slowly drowned out by the loud party that had erupted through the streets of Velaris. Fireworks going off, music playing at the highest volume, bells chiming from the temple. The only sign of something different was the wisteria, fading to its soft purple shade, your older sister's favorite flower, your mother's favorite color. Rhys made a confused face at the sight of it before smiling. 

“That's not supposed to be happen,” Feyre seemed almost panicked, moving to fix them.

Rhysand grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks, “That's my mother and sister,” he said quietly. “They're letting us know they're here.”

“How would your dad indicate he's here,” Feyre joked. 

Rhysand only pointed to where a crow sat watching from the tree. Its dark eyes were on you and you alone as the Inner Circle rushed to take turns holding you and Cassian as you both cried out of joy. “Same way he watched her when she was little. Always playing favorites.”

Rhys moved to you then, playfully pushing Cassian away to take his turn. “You have my blessing,” the sentence needed no further details, no explanation. He was letting you use your mother's name. Your lip began to tremble, Cassian nodded as he and Rhysand looked at each other. “I can't wait to meet sweet little Astra."

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[concretejunglefm]

Oooh, if you're up for writting mutual masturbation also with Noah, I wouldn't mind that at all (not stepbro tho, just Noah lol).

Or if not that, then maybe face sitting with Noah so this request doesn't go to waste muhehe bye

CW: mutual masturbation, dry humping, men whimpering and rambling ig?

NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Mutual masturbation with best friend!Noah?

The same best friend you have no problem sharing a bed with. It’s not like he’d notice if you started slowly grinding against the pillow you’ve placed between your thighs for comfort, because there’s just a slight dull ache you need to satisfy before you can really fall asleep. You can hear his breathing and it's soft enough to convince you he’s asleep anyway, until…

“What are you doing?” Noah’s voice pierces through the room, causing you to freeze and halt any movement you’re making.

“Nothing.” You lie, hoping he won’t notice it.

“You were rocking the bed.”

Damnit. You thought you had been more discreet, but apparently, that was not the case.

“If you need any help—”

“No, I don’t,” you huff, while he chuckles. It’s not the first time he’s offered, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep declining his offers.

After a moment, you hear him ask, “What do you need?”

You’re hesitant when you roll over and onto your back, a bit tentative because the last time this happened, you both promised it would be the last time. Apparently, that rule has been broken. “You know what…” you mumble.

The light from the TV you’ve left on as a source of light and background noise to help you fall asleep illuminates the room just enough to make out his face. “Okay,” he nods, and this time there’s no witty remark on the tip of his tongue. You watch as he slowly pushes down the covers, exposing his bare, tattooed chest while his hand deliberately sinks deeper beneath them and into his boxers.

You watch the way the covers move above him as he strokes himself, first to full hardness before he begins fisting his cock in the manner he would when he’s alone. That's what you'd asked to see the first time it occurred; a genuine masturbation. You wanted to hear the actual sounds made when someone lets themselves go, nothing fake like in a porn video, and he willingly provided it to you then, just as he was doing now.

You roll onto your front, keeping the pillow tucked between your thighs. You rest your head against the pillow at the top of the bed and continue watching him as your hips roll to grind against the one between your thighs, dragging yourself along it.

Noah is quick to align with your wish; he whimpers and rambles about how much he wants and needs you, even looking down at you as he speaks. While you convince yourself that it’s all part of your fantasy, you can’t help but notice the hint of desperation in his voice, suggesting that this isn’t just for show.

When you know he's reaching closer to his climax, your hips grind harder, and you can’t suppress your moans. Your gaze rises to his face, and you find his eyes already fixed on you, as if he’s utterly captivated by you. You dare to touch him, running your hand across his tattooed chest. With your touch, he finally succumbs to his release, and you’re overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure in that very moment, too. It makes you whine as you buck against the pillow, your nails digging into and scratching across his chest.

Neither of you moves; instead, you bask in the blissful afterglow for a moment longer. Noah’s free hand gently lifts to yours, laid upon his chest, and slowly strokes along your arm. It’s a tender touch, the only one you ever share after a moment like this. Then, you feel the soft press of his lips against your crown as he whispers, “I’ll clean up.” Slipping himself from beneath the covers, he walks over to the bathroom, while you remain in place for a moment longer.

[aussiexlovexaffair]

first time drinking with bestfriend!mikey words: 1.7k request fill: 🦊 genre: fluff! tw: drinking, your mother becomes the spawn of satan at the end :) and references to cheesy 5sos quotes author's note: i used good girls mv michael for inspo! also 600+ notes and 50 follows!!! yippie!! i love y'all!!! How he managed to sneak a clinking backpack into the house perplexed you more, though. You could hear him coming down the hallway. Before he even got to the door, you swung it open and jerked him into the bedroom, slamming the door behind the boy. “What are you doing?!.. Couldn’t you have wrapped the bottles or something?!...” 

Michael chortled a little at your paranoia. Setting the bag on top of your bed, he casually maneuvers in front of your mirror, ruffling up his bleached blond hair. “That’s too much workkkk…” He mumbles in concentration. “Besides, I got them in here— didn’t I?” His eyes meet yours through the mirror.

“Yeah, but what if they found them?” You stress, crossing your arms as you sit beside the bag. “I’d be grounded for life. Forever.”

“I’d still come over. We’d have our own fun here— no need to go out.” He retorts quickly. “They’d ban you from seeing me. No more Michael.”

“No more Michael?” You shake your head softly, your lips pulled tight in a grimace. “No more Michael...” Licking the tip of his finger and smudging the eyeliner coating his water line, he pouts. “Guess I should be more careful then.” The blond glances over to you through glassy eyes. “I don’t want that.” “Neither do I.” Your hands work at the zipper of the backpack until it gives. The beer bottles were laying at the bottom of the bag, disturbed from the walk over. Tossing one to him, you grab one for yourself and open it with the bottle opener he packed. “Have you ever drank?” He shrugs, “I’ve had goon with friends back home, but nothing else.” He gives you a side eye when he hears you laugh. “What are you laughing at?” He whines into the bottle as he takes a swig.

“What is goon?” You cackle out through gasped breaths. He smiles mischievously. 

“A philosophy.” Michael scoffs like the term is commonplace. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you back to Aus with me for the holidays and show you.” Your eyes trail down to the drink in your hand. You swirl it around and raise it to your nose to smell it. “You’ve never drank before? Like ever?” He’s given a head shake as a response.

“I haven’t had the chance to.” Pausing, you lift the beer to your lips and take an experimental sip. Michael leans in expectantly, waiting for your reaction. Your face scrunches up in distaste. “Eugh!” He giggles and recoils along with you as you reel back at the flavor. 

“It’s not that bad. You’re being dramatic.” He shoves your shoulder gently. He takes another drink for himself from your bottle. “I think it’s pretty great. But if you don’t like it, I got other stuff in the bag.” Peering into the pouch, you see two other types of alcohol: Smirnoff and Jack. You couldn’t complain though, you weren’t picky and you couldn’t be in your position. 

“What’s this one?” You raise the bottle of clear liquid to his eyes. 

“Vodka. It’s green apple flavored, though.” He answers as he raises his beer to his lips once again. You couldn’t imagine how he actually liked it— it was bitter and bland.

“Lemme try it.” He nods and takes tiny plastic cups out of his bag, setting them on your bedside table and unscrewing the cap of the vodka. He pours a bit into the red cup until it reaches the brim. “I can’t just drink it like beer?” He snickers, reeling back to look at you over his shoulder. “No, dipshit, you take shots.” Rolling your eyes at him, you slap him on the back. He keels over and collapses to the floor dramatically. 

“Fine, then you have to take a shot with me.” Shrugging, he pours another and hands it to you. He gives you a sly smile, excited to be experiencing this with you. “Bottoms up.” He knocks back the drink in tandem with you and instantly, you both are covering your mouths. The flavor didn’t dull the rubbing alcohol taste of the drink. “Holy fuck, that is awful!” You shake your head and cough. “No way. I’m not drinking if all of that shit tastes like that.” You toss the plastic cup into your trash can under your desk. “Uh— no way. You have to drink with me. You can’t just watch! We’re gettin’ legless, remember?” Crossing his arms, he travels back to his beer bottle and chases it down to remove the flavor. “Ugh.. fine.. But no more of that stuff. I’ll try the whiskey.” The cap on the Jack Daniels unscrews easily and after about half an hour, the both of you were a few drinks in. Being new to the feeling, it was hitting you both much harder than you anticipated. “Wanna do body shots?” Michael suggests cheekily, holding a plastic shot glass out for you. You giggle and nod, placing it wedged between your chest. Admittedly, you had to press your elbows together to keep the cup in place, but you were too wasted to care about being insecure and he was too drunk to even consider judging. Stooping over your body, he wraps his lips around the cup and throws his head back, wincing at the taste. 

“Shit— that was hot!” His tongue pokes out at the comment you make. Meanwhile, he grabs the bottle of Jack by the neck and nods towards the bed. 

“Lay down, I wanna pour a shot into your mouth.” His nose crinkles up as he suppresses loud giggles. 

“No way, you’ll waterboard me!” Your hands wave to signal you wouldn’t be trying that, but he raises his eyebrow and cocks his head to the side. “I mean— it would be pretty coolllll…” His eyes dance around the room coyly until you relent and lay down, your head at the edge of the bed. Quickly, he climbs onto the mattress beside you and taps the side of your face. “Open up.” You shake your head, barely containing your laughter. “C’monnn!.. Open uppp!...” He repeats. You both can barely look at each other without cracking smiles. Your lips part and you stare up at him playfully. “Just like— don’t die.” With knitted eyebrows, only a noise of concern leaves you before the liquid floods your mouth and he’s wiping the lip of the bottle on your lip. “Swallow.” He commands, using his free hand to close your jaw. You obey him without a question, nearly hacking up a lung when it almost slides down the wrong pipe. “Didn’t know you rolled like that.” You wheeze out as you catch your breath. His index finger collides with your ribcage. Poking you repeatedly, he laughs loudly at the dirty innuendo. “You’re dirty when you drink!” He shimmies his shoulder forward, his hand batting at your shoulder. “Well you’re dirty when you’re sober.” With a huff, his jaw unhinges childishly and he tackles you after letting the bottle rest on your nightstand. You squirm under his grasps, Michael’s slender fingers finding your most ticklish spots.

You needed to retaliate. 

Grabbing him by the shoulders, you sling yourself over until you’re straddling his lap, jamming your fingers in the crook of his neck. He lets out a girly squeal that immediately ceases your activities. A snort coming from you follows the silence and he covers his red face. His laughter was filled with an embarrassed tone. “I don’t know what the hell that was.” His hands raise to cover his face, but you quickly grab his wrists to stop him. “You sounded— you sounded like me!” You hound through drunken cackles. Taking the opportunity, he flips you back over onto your back and crawls on top of you, holding you in place by your shoulders. Your laughter dies down after a bit and the tension in the air suddenly becomes very apparent. Your eyes travel down to his rosy lips and his graze over your figure underneath his. Leaning in, he tilts his head to the side and dips down.

But then the floorboards outside of your door creak. The hallway light flickers on, the brightness shining through the crevice underneath. 

And of course, just your luck, the door swings open slowly before you and Michael have any time to untangle your limbs or hide the half-empty bottles. Your mother stands in the doorway. She makes direct eye contact with Michael, who is still pinning you down and lined up perfectly to kiss you. Faking a friendly smile, she takes a deep, shuddering breath in and closes her eyes. “Michael Clifford…. get off of my daughter.” Her eyes open and he can see the fire in her eyes.

Dear God. He scrambles up, clearing his throat and shoving a pillow over his lap. It was like all of the alcohol had been washed from his system. “Yep— won’t happen again, Ma’am. I’ll—uhm— I think I’ll take the couch.” He stands up and stumbles towards the door, glancing over his shoulder to watch you as he leaves. She places a gentle hand on his lower back and directs him towards the staircase, staring daggers into his back. 

“I think so too.” She grits out, her head shooting over to glare at you. “I’ll deal with you in the morning.” Narrowing her eyes, she follows the boy down the stairs, leaving you laying in silence surrounded by the bottles of alcohol. Your arms awkwardly tuck under the comforter beside you and you listen to the sound of your mother, who had been given permission by Michael’s mother to discipline him if he needed it, chewing him out for his behavior. And then you heard her footsteps returning upstairs and heading towards your bedroom again. When she showed her face again, the shadows casting an evil presence over her face and her eyes fuming with the fires of hell, she didn’t need to speak a word before you knew your fate. 

You were grounded for life.

[kissunoo]

How the hell did you know I was sugarsohee.... 😺 (please I'm actually dumb)

you kept liking the posts 😭🫶 (YOUR NOT DUMB I SWEAR) 💞💞

[celestialwrites]

If possible; can I request (dialogue?) prompts (can be both romantic and platonic) of A finding out B is a demigod (or some powerful entity of the sort?)

Feel free to ignore this because it is kinda out there but damn I really want some demigod either protecting their human friends or human friends protecting the demigod I’m weak for it ;c;

i love this!!

finding out that your partner and/or friend is a demigod, dialogue prompts‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

☆ "you're what?!"

☆ "what the heck is a demi-dog?" "demigod." "oh fuck."

☆ "how did you do that!?" "just run!!"

☆ "oh my god. i kissed a god?!" "demigod actually."

☆ "my father/mother is (name)" "don't lie." "i'm not."

☆ "sneak out back!" "what, why?" "because if you're really a demigod those people are coming for your head so sneak out the back!"

☆ "i thought demigods would be more powerful..." "i just (major event they created)!"

☆ "when i say run, you run." "what will you do?" "you'll see."

☆ "can you (power), (power), (power), & (power)? "nope." "then why the heck are you a god?"

☆ "i don't believe it!" "it's the truth." "why didn't you tell me sooner..?" "i was scared of what you might think of me."

☆ "how did (god's name) know who you are?" "they raised me, or whatever their idea of raise is. they're my mother/father/parent."

☆ "you're a demigod? so what do you crap cupcakes too?!"

☆ "i know." "you do?"

☆ "thank you, for keeping my secret and everything, i couldn't have wished for a better friend."

☆ "do you have a spider sense?" "i swear i say demigod you hear spider man."

☆ "i love you, gods and all."

[zzhadxa]

Hai ^_^

-🪽

hey pookie!!! (airdrops satire art)

[jealousmartini]

who's rodrigo

MY MAN😝😝 (but he doesn't know that)

[adonis-koo]

Wait… is there a link to this ai chat bot?? And what prompt did you use? 🤭

GOOD LUCK

all I’m saying is y���all gotta be fucking CREATIVE with this man otherwise all you’re gonna get is sex and arguments that WILL spiral out of control 🫡

keep me updated with your chat stories if y’all choose to embark on this mess

[adddddiiii]

damian wayne x best friend!reader who he accidentally fell in love with. maybe they hangout at the dog park with Titus and reader’s dog and they sit on a bench and talk about what comes to mind. i don’t know any way to finish that thought but hopefully you understand what i was thinking about

-🦜

Things We Don't Say

Author's Note: I love this idea

Contents: Damian Wayne x bestfriend!reader

Damian Wayne wasn't the kind of person to let his emotions sneak up on him. He prided himself on control, discipline, and precision — both on and off the battlefield. Yet there he was sitting on a bench in Gotham's dog park, realising he'd fallen in love with his best friend.

The soft hum of the city faded into the background as Titus, his loyal Great Dane, trotted around the open field. Next to Titus, was your dog, a lively border collie named Penny who darted and weaved around with boundless energy. You laughed as Penny tripped over her own paws in excitement, and the sound struck Damian like a sharp arrow through the chest.

"You're quiet today," you teased, leaning back against the bench with a warm smile. "What's on your mind?"

Damian turned towards you and his green eyes searched your face for a moment longer than necessary. It wasn't the first time he'd found himself captivated by the way the sunlight kissed your skin or how your laughter seemed to chase away the shadows of his world. But it was the first time he acknowledged the weight of what it meant.

"Nothing of importance," he cleared his throat. A quick lie.

You raised an eyebrow, seeing through him as always. "Damian. Come on, spill. I can't help if you don't tell me."

He scoffed lightly, though his lips twitched upward. "You assume I need help?"

"Everyone needs help sometimes," you nudged his shoulder playfully. "Even the great Damian Wayne."

He exhaled sharply, glancing at the ground before looking back up at you. The words were on the tip of his tongue, so close yet so foreign to say aloud. But you were patient, watching him with that unwavering kindness that always made him feel less like the assassin he was raised to be and more like the man he wanted to become.

"You're insufferable," he said finally. But his tone was softer than his words.

"And yet here you are," you shot back with a grin.

The corner of his mouth lifted, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in the simplicity of the moment. The weight of his realisation lingered, but he wasn't ready to tell you — not yet. So instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of dog treats, holding one out to you.

"For Penny," he explained.

You took it, your fingers brushed his, and Damian swore his heart stuttered. You smiled at him — bright, genuine, unguarded — and he felt the sharp edge of his control fray just a little more.

As Titus and Penny ran circles around each other in the park, Damian leaned back into the bench with your shoulder touching his. For now, he was content to sit beside you and watch the dogs run through piles of leaves.

One day, he'd tell you how he truly felt. But today, he'd enjoy the moment for what it was; perfectly imperfect, like the way he'd fallen for you in the first place.

pt. 2

[thehauntingshadows-if]

I always play gay mc’s so sorry Anika you’ve never stood a chance. I do feel kinda bad for her though because she is stuck in a loveless marriage now. We can be friends but she does deserve better

i say that since she'll let you have a relationship with your given ro, she should also be able to have a relationship outside of the marriage. then you both get to hang out and talk about your partners and giggle together

[ultimachaos]

Well Rabie is officially a guest muse now

[concretejunglefm]

i desperately need something with bsf!folio 😭

Hi anon 👋 I hope you don't mind that I'm combining this with another ask for hooking up with bsf!folio on the tour bus and the guys + matt walks in 🫣

CW: smut including penetration, slight nipple play, intoxication, use of marijuana.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Folio says, blowing smoke between his lips.

Considering the consequences of the last time one of you uttered those words while smoking together, you’re already bracing yourself for what’s to come. “Don’t even think about it,” you warn, leaning in closer to take a drag from the blunt he’s holding out for you.

“To have sex on a tour bus.” He grins, a quiet, almost inaudible chuckle escaping his lips as he glances across at you.

You immediately slap him on the chest and roll your eyes. “Oh, please! As if you’ve never hooked up with someone on here before.”

“I haven’t,” he protests, and his tone almost makes you believe him.

“Are you serious? Not even one of your groupies?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What groupies? I don’t see any. If you do, please feel free to send them my way.” He leans back in the small seating area’s sofa portion, exuding a nonchalant air. When your eyes drop to his lap, it seems inviting.

You silently scold yourself for allowing that thought to resurface in your mind, especially when you’re with your best friend, the one you had a one-time hookup with. That’s what you had told each other, after all; it was just a one-time thing, and it would never happen again. But you can’t help yourself from crawling onto his lap, his one arm instantly enveloping you, and curling around your waist as if he had been expecting you to do it.

“Finally,” he whispers as you lean in, your lips brushing against his. To your surprise, he doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he huffs out smoke from the drag he’s just taken, feeding it into your mouth. It’s more intoxicating than any solo drag you’ve taken tonight.

It’s you who takes the first step, feeling the irresistible magnetic pull towards him. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, a muffled sound slipping into it as your bodies instinctively melt.

You soon feel the heat of his hands on you, the way they roughly and firmly grip your waist as they glide down and over your hips, pulling you closer. You start grinding yourself against him, feeling the bulge beneath you. It makes you whine, already craving more.

Somehow, you manage to pull down your shorts together, leaving you in just your shirt and underwear. Meanwhile, Folio undoes his pants enough to reach in and free his cock, teasing you through the fabric of your panties as you buck your hips against him.

You can’t stand the teasing, not when you’re with him and feeling yourself being pulled higher from the joint you shared, making you hornier than ever. You don’t have to wait for long though, not when he slips aside your underwear and teases his tip against you, feeling how wet you’ve become just from this alone. It shouldn’t surprise you, not after the first time you hooked up with Folio, when you discovered that your body reacted to him in a way you’d never experienced with anyone else before.

As you feel his teasing against your entrance, you wrap an arm around his shoulders, your fingers entwining in the back of his hair. With a pull, you draw him into another intense kiss, allowing the moan that escapes your lips to find its way into his mouth. In return, he reciprocates with a moan of his own as you gently push down. The feeling of him inside you has your walls tighten around him, yearning and craving to feel him deeper. It’s an experience that feels more profound than you recall your previous time being, leaving you feeling even more light-headed than your high.

“Folio…” you whisper, your lips parting from the kiss. Suddenly, you hear him utter a single word against your lips—a deep, needy moan—in a voice that sends shivers down your spine. “Fuck.” The sensation of his cock inside you intensifies with his throbbing and twitching, and as his hands glide back onto your hips, he gently squeezes them, holding you still as he takes in the feeling of you around him.

Between the intense pleasure you already feel blooming within you and the high you’re currently experiencing, time seems to melt away, and you’re uncertain about how long you spend there, simply embracing the feeling of one another. However, with a gentle rocking of your hips, you begin to move, experimenting with the rhythm before Folio gently guides you.

Instantly, your stomach becomes swirling with heat, the familiar knot forming as the pleasure builds slowly. But this time, it’s different. It leaves you yearning to prolong the experience, to savor the full variety of pleasure, especially while in this heightened state.

Dropping your head back, you let out soft, low moans as you slowly ride Folio, his hands pushing beneath your shirt, exploring your stomach and chest. When they meet at your breasts, he cups them and teases your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, twisting and pinching them to elicit more sounds.

You feel the fabric of your shirt brushing against your skin as he pushes it up further, only to be followed by the warm, wet sensation of his mouth and tongue against your hardened, sensitive nipples. Your walls tighten around him in response as a quiver ripples through your body and with your fingers still buried in his hair, you begin to tug harshly on it, hearing the soft moan it elicits from him before you feel the sharp scrape of his teeth, a warning nip. You pull harder, resulting in him biting down around your nipple and sucking harshly, earning him a whining moan from you.

You’re so far into the euphoria of your pleasure and the high that you fail to hear the lock clicking on the door, the shuffling of feet on the few steps, or the accompanying crowd of voices.

“Folio, what the hell, man?” Matt’s voice shatters the lavender haze, jolting you back to reality. As you glance over your shoulder to find the others and Matt standing there, all color drains from your face.

“Oh, hey guys! I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” Folio’s casual demeanor does nothing to alleviate the wave of embarrassment currently threatening to consume you.

As you pull yourself away from Folio, trying to pull your top down and maintain some of your modesty, Folio whimpers, reaching out to your hips to help you with your balance and entice you back to him. “Come on, baby, we haven’t finished yet.” His accent, already distinctive with its southern twang, intensifies as he elongates the word ‘baby’. However, you resist the temptation and pull yourself away, letting out a huff before grabbing your discarded shorts from the floor.

“I’m not fucking you in front of your friends, Folio!” You retort as you retreat to the back of the bus to hide your embarrassment and perhaps finish what Folio never did, while he remains completely unperturbed, his chuckle echoing throughout the bus.