#that their friend. who they love and have helped out and let stay in their bunker. she’s still a leviathan. she is still a killer.

[isuggestforcefem]

started dating a cute twink, who ive known for about three years prior to this. he currently uses he him so thats what im going for for now... i'm a trans woman, having had socially transitioned since 2020 and being on estrogen since april. anyway i didnt have feelings for him until this summer, when i started, like, sensing something. i wasn't sure what it was, but now i'm completely certain that it's the feelings he has for me, his totally being an egg that hasn't cracked yet, some latent undiscovered potential of spirit, or a mixture of the three. we've been getting closer and closer to each other over time, moving into a massive grey area that I decided to turn into a completely certain, yes-we-are-a-thing. I'm bisexual leaning heavily toward women, you see, but i thought i'd make an allowance this time. today we went on a fantastic date, and i gave him what i suspect was his first kiss. the energy is still electric now that he's gone.

not what this is about, though. you see, as i've got closer to this person i've gradually understood that there's something extremely transgender going on with him- at least, as far as i can intuit. Over a year ago, I brought up the days when i was just questioning to another transgender friend, and he just sorta piped up, said "i've thought about it," and completely refused to elaborate. i still remembered that and i thought that our first date would be a nice time to discuss it- that flustered him real good, but he did mention that he perchance probably maybe might be transfem, but he's got school, so...

of course, the thing about girls like her is it's *never* the right time.

but whatever. i laid off, but intermittently i did what i do best and joked about him being transgender, and you know what? he never denied it, or confirmed it. he just stayed in that space between acceptance and denial, blushed and laughing. we're a relationship of comfort, you know? it's *comfortable* being around each other. it's *comfortable* not choosing trans or cis, just letting time pass. but god, i don't know, i want more for her! he's a sweet, adorable person now, but i know there's something inside him that's just so much more than this. i want it to get out. i want her to get out.

but the more i think about it the murkier it gets. he's so into me- do i hold the power here? is it better to wait for him to walk into womanhood, or should i be more active in encouraging him? i know i'm right, but what if i'm not, am i going to cause him dysphoria down the line? am i afraid of being a predator here because of internalized transmisogyny? am i overthinking this, should i just let it happen? for the record, he *does* seem to totally enjoy being a femboy- granted, that could go either way.

i've penned you an entire novel here, i recognize that and if you don't want to read this through or advise me that's just fine. if you'd like, you can leave this message out for your follower base or just save it in your inbox forever. but- i would LOVE your advice, ms forcefem. i do believe you're the one person to ask who would understand my position the best. thank you!

You should gently push her, help her down that path, make sure she feels safe to explore it! Girls like that will invent all sort of excuses to stay in denial, and you have to show her what she could have, the joy!

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Pepi's birthday fic!🪄🎩🍌 Pookie's 22 now🥹 still such a baby💛

Also, I inspired in my fic about Gavi loving neck kisses, I keep seeing how Pedri gives forehead kisses to his teammates, I can imagine him doing that to his gf😭 so here it is!

One more thing, referring to the picture below what is it need to do for Pedri to look at me like that? 😭😭😭

Forehead Kisses -PG8

Summary: He loves forehead kisses and so do you.

Since the very beggining of your relationship with Pedri, you quickly learned all his habits, manias, facts, likes, dislikes; for example when he scrunches his face in concentration and pulls out the tip of his tongue, when he's nervous he taps his fingers against his thigh, he secretly loves rom-com movies, he's reserved with his things, his people, including you and his life. You knew how to read every single bit of him.

In your relationship, he's the most perfect partner, barely forgets dates, always texts or calls you, he is interested in your things, he cares for you and for your family, he gets along with your friends, he loves communicating with you. He's just him.

When it's only the two of you or with his/your family around, nothing can stop him from being all over you, they know how he is and they know how in love with you he is. On the other hand, he's very reserved while being in public, going as far as a hand hold, a hand on the back of your seat, a hand on your thigh or a small kiss on your forehead. That could never be missed.

You've never told Pedri before but you knew he loved giving forehead kisses, not just to you but also to his teammates, his friends and family.

And you loved them as well, that much you sometimes started looking for them, pushing your forehead into him so he could lean down and press his lips in your temple. It never failed to make you feel loved and protected by him.

So one morning, you were chopping the vegetables as Rosy was doing the eggs when you hear a small "Buenos días" (Good morning) and soon Pedri came into the kitchen with his face a bit swollen and a sleepy face.

"Buenos días" He got his reply from you all as he went one by one hugging his brother, Fer first; then his dad, then his mom and then he walked over to you.

"Buenos días, amor" (Good morning, love) You say briefly looking up at him before grabbing an onion and start cutting it.

"Buen día, preciosa" (Morning, gorgeous) He mumbles, one of his arms wrapped around you as he hugs your side with his lips against your temple and staying there.

"Still feeling sleepy?" He nods humming and inhaling your shampoo scent "Why don't you go upstairs then, vida? I can go to you once breakfast it's ready" He shook his head

"You know I can't sleep without you in my arms" You smile softly before lifting your head, making him open his eyes and look down at you

"It'll be only for a few minutes" You whisper so it's just the two of you when he shakes his head -no- leaning once again to give your forehead a kiss and then he went a bit further down to your lips and kissed you softly. "Amor, go"

"You can go with him, Y/N/N" Fer says coming up to you "I can handle this"

"No, don't worry. I'm almost done"

"Go, hija" Rosy spoke up "You must be tired as well, you just came from a flight a few hours ago"

"I'm good, I promise. Let me just finish this"

"Hijo" (Son) Fernando said looking at Pedri, who just chuckled and grabbed you by the back of your thighs

You dropped the knife and the onion in the counter, letting a small yell out "¡Ahh Pedri! Fernando, Rosy; I want to help!"

"You already helped us, bonita" (Pretty) Fernando said

"But I love doing that type of salad, please!"

"I'll do it" Fer smiled

"Make sure to add mustard and a bit of sugar, please!" You raise your voice as Pedri pulled the two of you out of the kitchen "You're mean"

"I just want my girlfriend, too much to ask?"

"No" You kissed his cheek "You were going to have me after helping your parents, now they'll think bad of me"

"Preciosa, we've been together for almost three years now, they absolutely love you, they could never think bad of you" Pedri opened the door to his room, letting you in and closing the door on him "You're their daughter, now" He said now on the bed, covering the both of you with the blankets.

"Is my food that bad?" You ask

"Nena" (Baby) "Stop that. They absolutely love and adore you and your skills" He said dropping a kiss to your temple.

You smiled "Wanna know something?" You whisper

"What's up?"

"I really love you giving me forehead Kisses. They're my favorite" You say feeling your cheeks grow red

"Are they?" You nod embarrassed hiding your face into his neck. You feel and hear Pedri's giggle "Don't be embarrassed"

"Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not! I just think you're way too cute" He kissed your temple one more time

"Pedriiii" You whine

"Wanna know something too?" He pulls his face away, so you're looking straight into his big brown eyes

"What?"

"I love giving you forehead kisses" He smiles "They're my favorite type of kiss too" You smile at him, both of you lean in and soon your lips meet in a slow, loving kiss. "I love you"

"I love you too, Pepi"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela (if you'd like to be tagged, let me know!) also @luvgavii 🫶🏻✨ a small birthday gift, hope you like it!

[earthchica]

Can't Hide Love

terry richmond x black, fem! reader

summary: you're afraid of getting hurt and denying the love you feel for Terry, so you reject him when he confesses his feelings for you, but later, you might regret that decision.

warnings: light angst, jealousy, playing mind games, use of the n-word, explicit smut (18+), dom/sub, thighjob, daddy kink, choking kink, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, friends to lovers, nicknames (shorty, lil mama, baby, baby girl), words: 2k

note:

sequel to I Want You

-

You and Terry sat across from each other at the small kitchen table, the morning sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow on your plates.

As you both chewed your breakfast, an unspoken tension filled the air, making the clinking of cutlery sound almost deafening. You couldn’t help but notice how Terry's eyes held yours, their intensity unyielding.

After an eternity, you decided to break the silence, leaning forward slightly as you finally said, "Last night was real fun but it can't happen again."

Terry clenched his jaw and looked at you, confused. "Wait, what, why?" He asked, his voice earnest and searching, his eyes trying to uncover the truth.

"I mean… if you think I only want sex, then you're mistaken. I like you a lot, shorty. I've felt this way for a while now and would love to take you on a date.” He added.

His expression shifted as he processed your confession. “I like you too, Terry, but…” Your voice trailed off, thick with hesitation and unspoken feelings.

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. “I just don’t think I can handle anything more than what we have; let's stay friends,” you finished, hoping to keep things uncomplicated.

Terry's disappointment was noticeable, and he tried to conceal the hurt rising in his chest. He nodded as if he understood, even though every part of him wanted to question your rejection.

“Okay!” he said with a shrug, quickly finishing his orange juice to mask his feelings. He moved to the sink to clean his plate, the sound of clinking dishes filling the silence between you.

You were taken aback by his reaction. “Okay, that’s it?” you asked, your brow furrowing as you crossed your arms, a mix of disbelief and concern surfacing within you.

Terry turned his head slightly, a blank look on his face. “What do you want to say?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in genuine curiosity. You took a breath and shook your head. "Nothing."

The two of you left at that, and a few days went by after you rejected him. You were busy preparing for your art gallery opening, feeling excited and nervous.

When the event finally kicked off, you scanned the crowd hoping Terry was coming to at least to support you. Your heart skipped a beat when he walked in with a bouquet of roses.

“Yo, look who made it!” Terry called out with a broad smile, and you felt a rush of warmth. Terry approached you and hugged you quickly before pulling away and handing you the bouquet.

“These are for you. I’m proud of you, shorty, for real. These pieces are dope.” Terry said, honestly looking around at your artwork and your heart fluttered.

“Oh, thank you, Terry. It means a lot to have you here, I thought you weren't coming after, you know,” you replied, trying to keep it cool despite the knot of mixed feelings in your chest.

"Hey...despite that, we're good!" Terry said, reassuring you and placing his hand on your shoulder. You smiled brightly, moving your eyes away.

You waved your assistant over, who wasn't too far away to take the bouquet to you before going back to Terry. “Come on, I want to show you my favorites,” you said, leading him through the gallery.

As you walked, you pointed out different pieces. “This one is inspired by the culture of New Orleans. I wanted to capture that moment of the people.”

Terry nodded, genuinely impressed. “I see you, shorty! That’s hot!” You smiled and continued to show him your work, each piece sparking a conversation-filled detailed explanation.

Finally, you stopped before a special painting that you had kept hidden. “And this one,” you said nervously, “is for you.” As Terry looked at the painting, his eyes widened.

It was a portrait of him, perfectly capturing his eyes and bright smile. “Wow, you painted me? I don't remember you asking for permission to use my likeness,” he joked, grinning widely.

“But I'll let it slide because this is really dope, girl. You really outdid yourself. You’ve got me looking good!” Terry remarked, studying the details closely.

Your heart fluttered as you replied, “Thank you. I'm glad you love it; it means a lot to me.” Terry nodded and stepped back, admiring the piece fully with a playful smirk.

“You once said you only paint intimate pieces like this when you’re in love. So, what does this mean?” he asked, looking into your eyes, searching for an answer.

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “Terry, this isn't the time or place.”

He stepped a little closer, a teasing grin still on his face. “Come on now, don’t act like I ain't onto something here. You gotta admit, this painting is special—just like us.”

You shook your head, trying to brush it off. “For real, Terry, drop it.”

“Why you gotta be like that? You know deep down you love me,” he said, his voice earnest but still playful. “I mean, who else you gonna paint like that? You had that canvas waiting just for me.”

You laughed softly, but it was a nervous laugh. “It’s just art, Terry. Ain’t gotta mean all that. You know I paint a lot of folks.”

Terry stepped even closer, leaning in a bit. “Nah, shorty, don’t play me. I see how you look at me when you think I ain't watching. You can't hide the love.”

You glanced over your shoulder, noting your other friends arriving. “Look, Lana and Kayla are here.” You took a step back, creating some space between you. “We can talk later, alright?”

He let out a sigh. “That's cool, and I know you’ll miss me when I move on.” As you walked away, you could feel him watching, his lingering gaze heavy on your back.

You greeted your other friends with a smile, hoping the moment with Terry would fade into the background. As the night went on, you went to look around for Terry.

Your eyes land on him as he chats with a stunning dark-skinned woman who is clearly attracted to Terry. She leans close, laughing at his joke while touching his arm.

You felt a pang of jealousy twist in your stomach. You decided to talk to him, hoping to get his attention. “Terry, can we talk for a second, please?”

Terry barely glanced your way, his attention still locked on the woman. “Yeah, just a sec!” he called, waving you off. You tilled your head, looking at him sideways.

You feel frustrated and a little petty, so you turn your gaze back to the crowd. Feeling bold, you spotted an attractive white guy across the room who seemed interested.

You walked over, flashing a charming smile, and began chatting and playfully flirting with the pretty man named Charles. You could feel Terry’s gaze, but you didn't look back.

You showed Charles some of your artwork, and you noticed Terry following you too closely, as did the woman he was walking to. You had where you just wanted.

“Hey, you wanna grab a drink after this?” Charles asked, leaning closer. You considered it, tempted to make Terry feel what you were feeling.

As you were about to answer with him, Terry finally broke away from the girl and stormed over. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his tone sharper than you expected.

“Just having fun, Terry, and meeting new people like Charles here,” you replied, crossing your arms as you shot him defiantly. “I thought you were busy talking to some girl .”

“Stop playing with me. You’re just trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?” he said, frustration evident in his voice. “I’m gonna go,” Charles replied.

You and Terry ignored him and he just walked away. “Yeah, only because you started it and completely ignored me talking to that trick?” you shot back.

Your words are laced with a bitter edge. A tense silence fell between you as the atmosphere crackled with unresolved emotions. Terry pulled you into the quiet space.

The tension between you was real, and confusion danced in his eyes. “Why you all pressed about me talkin’ to some girl?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “You turned me down, remember twice?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the heat of his body close to yours. “I know…T I messed up, okay? I’m just scared!” You said, the words tumbling before you could think.

“I didn’t want to get hurt. You know my last few relationships were rough. I thought shutting you out would help me, but it worsened everything.”

His expression softened, but he still looked conflicted. “So, you rejected me twice and then got mad when I started lookin’ elsewhere, then tried to make me jealous. Shit is childish, shorty.”

You nodded, your gaze dropping to the floor. “I know, and I'm sorry, but I realize I want to give this a chance; I want you, Terry, and I want to go on a date if the offer is still open.”

Terry stepped closer, his fingertips grazing your dark brown skin, sending shivers down your spine. “It's cool, and hurting you is the last thing I want to do, baby If I’m feelin’ you, I’m all in, no games.”

Your heart raced at his words, the warmth of his body drawing you in. “I want to be all in, too. Show me that taking this jump is okay," You said, you could feel the pull between you.

With that, he closed the gap, capturing your lips with his. All the pent-up tension exploded as you kissed him fiercely. The kiss deepened, and you could feel the world around you fade away.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. “I'll show you, baby, but first, let’s get out of here,” Terry suggested, and without a second thought, you followed him out of the event.

-

The familiar surroundings felt comforting and charged as you returned to the apartment. Both of you didn’t make it to either of the bedrooms.

Terry leaned in and kissed you hungrily in a sudden burst of lust, his lips warm against yours, his scuffed beard tickling you slightly. He gently pressed your back against the wall.

His hands were all over your body, removing your panties as his lips didn't even separate from yours. You pulled away, helped him out of his shirt, and then pushed his pants with his boxers down.

Terry kicks them off before unzipping your dress and taking it off. He cursed, biting his lip at the sight of your exposed breasts. "Terry" You let out a moan.

You grabbed the back of his head, feeling his braids. He twirled his tongue on your nipple like it was a sucker before sucking it into his mouth.

Terry looked up at you with those pretty light eyes of his with so much desire before popping your nipple off his mouth. He kisses you, dancing his tongue against yours.

He crouches with his legs wide out and gripping your hips. He begins thrusting his throbbing dick through the gap of your thighs. "You feel that, baby? You feel how hard you make me," Terry asked.

"Yes, fuck Terry. I feel so good; keep going, please," You moaned in pleasure, feeling him thrust faster through the soaking wetness of your pussy lips.

You throw your head back, loving the feel of his large hands gripping the plump rounds of your ass. "Mmm fuck" You bite your lip, rolling your hips and trying to match his rhythm slightly.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of that pretty pussy, baby." Terry moans, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you into a kiss. He lifts your leg to hold you on his hip, and you look at him.

You licked your fingers and rubbed your clit before letting him line himself toward your pussy. He thrusts in slowly while looking deeply into your eyes.

You kissed him and gripped his shoulder as he began fucking you against the wall. "Ahhh, fuck me fuck me, Terry, this dick is good," you moaned in pleasure.

"You like getting fucked against the wall, huh, lil mama?" Terry asked, his voice low, watching your eyes roll back in your head, leading it against the wall.

He lifts you fully, grabs both of your legs under his arms, and begins pounding harder. "Oh my goodness, yes....and....you love this pussy don't you, huh?" You asked.

Your eyes seductively, staring into his soul. "Yeah, I fucking love this pussy, lil mama. This pussy is my mine, you hear me, nobody else? You got that?"

"Yes, yes, Terry, I got it, yes." You nodded at him with a light smirk, grabbing his neck as he continued pounding like a damn beast.

"Let me hear you, baby," Terry said, leaning your back against the wall and kissing your neck. You closed your eyes with your mouth in O, trying to get the words out.

"It's yours, all yours, Terry. Oh my goodness, I'm gonna cum." You moaned, feeling tears of joy coming down your face; the pleasure was so freaking good it brought you to tears.

"Cum, baby, cum on your dick because it's all yours," Terry moaned in your ear, and that is all you needed for you to let out the cry of his name, feeling yourself almost coming on down.

Terry puts you down slightly, has a hold on you to keep you steady, pulls out, and flicks his dick against your clit; you gasp, feeling a gushing of wetness coming out of your pussy.

"Ahhhh fucking shit, muthfucka," You cried, seeing the stars and feeling your body begin to tremble. You could feel yourself slowly falling from the wall.

Terry picks you up bridal style, takes you to your bedroom, and lays you down on your stomach on your bed. He lets you catch your breath as you come down from your high.

"Look at you, got you all breathless and shit; just know i'm not done with you, lil mama," Terry said, giving your ass smack, and you whimpered, feeling him hover over you.

Terry wraps his hand around your neck, gently but firmly tilting your head back, forcing you to look up at him. His intense gaze holds yours.

He kisses you passionately and thrusts inside of you harshly, slightly muffling your moans as he pulls away and grabs your lower back to get a different edge to go deeper.

"So fucking big and so fucking deep, fuck me," You moaned, gripping the sheets of the bed so tight you thought you were going to rip with your bare hands.

Terry lifts himself up and smacks your ass while gripping it in his large hand, watching it jiggle with his every thrust. "Shit, lil mama, after this you're gonna be my girl now.

"And I'm giving you what you deserve; you know I ain't like these other niggas. I'mma take you out and treat you right, okay! I know you love me. You tried to pretend, but I see through it," Terry added.

"Yes, I'm your girl; I wanted it and can't hide love anymore. I want it, Daddy, I love you," you cried out, more tears of joy coming down your face, which made him smirk.

His hands wrap around your neck as you let out loud moans as he thrusts faster and harder with force like no other than before, and he pauses his thrusts for a second, making you whine loudly.

"Say it again, say you love me again," Terry says, pulling out and slamming back into you hard, hitting your sweet spot, still holding your neck.

"Ahhh, I love you, Terry, ahhh fuck I loved you ever since we met," you screamed, feeling yourself coming hard. Terry continued to thrust until he had reached his own mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you too, baby," Terry said, pulling you into a kiss, feeling his cum spurt into your pussy. He pulls out, watching it drop out of you.

Terry falls against you on the bed a second before flips to lay on his back, and both of you lay there catching your breath. Eventually, you both took a shower.

Terry went to get some night clothes and returned dressed in sweatpants as if you were doing your night routine. You walk out of the bathroom into your bedroom.

You chuckled to see Terry get comfortable under your covers. You walked over to the bed, got in, and snuggled into his chest. You both held each other in a sweet, soft silence.

“You really mean what you said?” you asked, just needing reassurance from him. Terry looked deep into your eyes, his expression soft and beaming.

“I did. You deserve the world, baby girl, and I wanna give you that if you just let me,” he said, being honest. You smiled and said, “I’ma let you, Terry.”

“Good! Um... you meant it when you said you really love me, right? " he asked, and you smiled back and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I really do, Terry. I meant it.”

His eyes lit up with happiness, and he leaned closer, gently kissing your lips. As the moment's warmth enveloped you, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, hoping for the best in the future.

[arc-misadventures]

Friends AU: How does Winter react to Saphron and Terra inviting her, Willow, and Whitley to their house to celebrate Jaune becoming a specialist?

We're Love Rivals. But, Why?

Winter: Okay... Okay... Let's see...

Winter: Ah! Cotta-Arc...

(Ping~! Ping~! Ping~! Ping~! Pi...?!)

: Hello, Cotta-Arc Residence. Terra Cotta-Arc speaking; who are you?

Winter: Hello, I am, Winter Schnee, part of Atlas's Specialist Division. I wish to talk to a, Saphron Cotta Arc, is she available?

Terra: A Specialist? Spahron! Specialist Schnee wants to talk to you!

Saphron: I didn't do it!

Terra: You didn't doing anything, Dear! She didn't do anything, right?

Winter: Not that I'm aware of?

Saphron: Okay, I'm here... What was her name again?

Winter: Winter. Specialist Winter Schnee.

Saphron: Schnee? Oh, you must be, Weiss's big sister!

Winter: Ahh, yes. Yes, I am.

Saphron: So, what can I do for you?

Winter: First off, I wish to thank you for taking care of my sister when she was staying with you.

Saphron: Oh, think nothing of it! Any acquaintance of, Jaune is a acquaintance of mine!

Winter: Acquaintance...

Winter: Ahem... I wish to ask you for some... some advice...

Saphron: Advice? From me?

Winter: Yes, from you?

Saphron: Why...?

Terra: I have to agree; why is a, Specialist asking my wife for advice?

Winter: This is... I am... interested in...

Saphron: In...?

Winter: ...

Winter: I wish to form a relationship with your brother, Jaune Arc!

ST: ...?

Winter: A-And, I'd like your advice on how to do so...

Saphron: A relationship like a... a friendship?

Winter: ...

Winter: L-Like a romantic relationship...

ST: ...

Saphron: Whaa...?

Terra: Y-You want to start dating... Jaune?

Saphron: Why...?!

Saphron: I'm not dissing on my brother; he's a catch.

Terra: A great catch~!

Saphron: But, you... are interested in my brother...? You seem to be... too good for, Jaune?

Terra: Yeah... You're like a nine on the hot babe scale, Jaune is at least a six on the hot guy scale.

Saphron: The gap is too large.

Winter: Oh, then you haven't seen the latest photos of him, and his new look have you?

Saphron: New look?

Winter: Yes. Jaune has officially joined, Atlas's Specialist division. And, with that he has acquired a new uniform. See?

Saphron: Ohhh~!

Terra: Love the hair~!

Saphron: I had no idea he had bulked out so much...

Terra: Goodbye lanky twig, hello beefcake~!

Saphron: Okay, Jaune's gone from a six to a... eight point five?

Terra: Eight point five that's a good estimate.

Saphron: I like the blue, it really compliments him.

Terra: Oh, he got himself a new sash!

Saphron: Really?! I never thought he would replace...? Wait, is that a snowflake I see?

Terra: Yeah it is...?

ST: ...?

Saphron: Winter~?

Winter: Y-Yes...?

Saphron: Did you get my brother a gift~?

Terra: A little... token of your affection?

Winter: Y-You can tell?!

Terra: Oh shit, really?!

Saphron: She does like him!

Terra: How did, Jaune swing a pretty lady like you?

Winter: Well... at first I was watching over, Jaune. I found him sitting on the ledge on a landing pad. A cold cup of coffee in his hand, and not a single thought in his mind... It was like his mind was no longer there, he was just relying on instinct. He was there for nearly an hour, I was sitting next to him during most of that time. it wasn't until I told him I was there, that he finally registered my presence. He didn't even notice the fact he was sitting on the ledge because until I pointed that out to him either.

Saphron: W-Was he going to...?

Winter: No! No no no! Nothing like that at all! He was just not paying attention. To anything.

Saphron: Oh thank gods...

Terra: You know I made him swear to never do that!

Saphron: I'm sorry, I can't help but worry about my little brother!

Winter: I can understand that myself. I started to shadow him as a means to ensure his safety, and asked his former teammates to keep an eye on him. They failed quite spectacularly.

Terra: How bad?

Winter: In an attempt to lighten, Jaune spirits... I decided to throw him a surprise birthday party...

Saphron: A surprise birthday party?

Winter: Yes, I was hoping to show him that he was appreciated, and not forgotten.

Saphron: Oh shit, she really likes him!

Terra: Holy hell...

Winter: And, well... n-no one showed up...

Terra: N-No one?

Saphron: Jaune had like... seven 'friends' did none of them seriously show up?

Winter: No... No one showed up. I sent a message through a friend of mine, but she... her computer had a system error, and none of the messages were sent.

Terra: Bloody hell! Did you even show up?!

Winter: No, my father pulled me away as he tried to marry me off to a man twice my age, again. So, I couldn't join him at the party.

Terra: Did your father really try, and do that to you?

Winter: It is not the first time he's tried to do that. Luckily, it will be the last time he ever does that.

Saphron: Did you give him a good punch to the face to get him to stop?!

Winter: No... someone... killed him...

ST: ...

Terra: D-Did you just say, what I think you said...?

Saphron: Jacques Schnee... is dead?

Winter: Yes, Jacques Schnee is dead.

ST: ...

Terra: We need to celebrate!

Saphron : Yeah! We need to make a cake! And, drink some wine to celebrate!

Terra: But, I can't have any.

Saphron: Oh, right... We'll just get more cake!

Terra: Yeah!

Winter: While I don't mind you celebrating, the investigation is still on going, so please don't mention it to anyone.

Saphron: Fine...

Terra: We're still having the cake.

Saphron: When did it happen?

Winter: It happened a few days ago, during a game of, 'Hide, and Go Seek.'

Terra: Oh I heard about that; Who won?

Winter: Jaune did.

Terra: Seriously?!

Saphron: So, Jaune won a game of hide, and go seek; So what's the big deal?

Terra: Because, the prize for being the last one found was, One Billion Lien!

Saphron: Seriously?! Jaune's a billionaire?! Why didn't he tell me?!

Winter: Jaune refused the prize, technically.

ST: He did?

Saphron: Why?

Winter: He gave it to the, Mantle defense fund, for repairing, and fortifying the walls around it. It was given as a, 'anonymous donation.'

Terra: Oh, how good of him.

Saphron: ...

Saphron: Did he keep any of it?

Terra: Saphron?!

Saphron: What?! I'm curious!

Winter: No, he did not. In fact, he didn't even care about winning. When her was informed he won he seemed dispassionate about it all. He was more concerned with his own personal game of chess, and his future, Hunter mission than any prize earrings.

Saphron: Oh, he wasn't doing well if he was playing chess. He usually does that when he's sad.

Winter: Yes, he explained that while we played a round.

Saphron: You played a game of chess against, Jaune?

Winter: Yes.

Saphron: How bad did you lose?

Winter: Horrifically.

Saphron: Ha! He is brutal at chess...

Winter: Yes, it was because of that game, I followed him on a solo mission he was taking. Both to protect him, and to see how he would deal with this, Grimm threat. Afterwards I offered him the possibility of joining the, Specialists. Jaune has accepted my offer, and has become an official member of the, Specialist.

Saphron: And, when was it you realized you have a crush on my little brother?

Winter: Uhh... well... I realized I had a crush on, Jaune when I was walking down a busy hall, and I saw that... that sash, and I thought, Jaune would like it. A-And, I started imaging his face when he opened it, how he would smile. And... and when I started thinking about these things... I realized I feel in love with him... and, that... I want to try...

Terra: Try? Try what pray tell...?

Winter: Try for an actual relationship; Me becoming his girlfriend, and Jaune becoming my boyfriend. I want to try for a genuine relationship. I've never felt this way for anyone before. I don't want to mess things up before it even begins. I don't know what to do...

ST: ...

Saphron: Winter, before I give you any advice I must know one thing.

Winter: Y-Yes...?

Saphron: Your cup size, what is it?

Winter: W-What?!

Saphron: How big are your boobs?

Terra: This is important information, Winter. We need to know!

Winter: I-I'm a D-Cup!

Terra: ...?

Saphron: Really...?

Winter: Yes! My uniform constraints them!

Saphron: That's a plausible excuse.

Terra: D Cup is still a good size.

Saphron: A good sign of fertility.

Winter: F-Fertility...?

Terra: Your mother will surely like her because of this.

Saphron: Very well! I will help you get together with my brother, Winter!

Winter: Really?!

Saphron: Yes! This is what you must do, pay attention, I'll only say this once!

Winter: Okay.

Saphron: Be blunt. None of this womanly being coy, and teasing to snag your man. Jaune may seem dense, but he has no experience with romance. So, if you play coy, he won't have any idea what you're doing, it will fly right over his head. So, if you want to get together with him: Tell him! Tell him to his face that you like him!

Terra: But, don't be too blunt of it, you may come off as desperate, and that will be too overbearing, and may push him away.

Saphron: Yeah, don't go over board, everyone finds that to be a turn off. Other than that...? I think that's it.

Winter: That's it? I expected you would tell me more than that.

Saphron: Jaune is a simple person. Broken... but simple. So if you show your honest sincerity with him, he may reciprocate your love for him in kind.

Winter: I understand. Thank you Ms. Cotta-Arc for your help.

Saphron: Oh please, just call me, Saphron.

Terra: And, just call me, Terra as well.

Winter: Very well, Terra, Saphron. Now then I must be off, there is work to be done. I hope to speak to you more in the future.

Saphron: Me too! Maybe we can all come together here for dinner; you, your siblings, your mom, your new boyfriend~!

Winter: B-Boyfriend...?!

Terra: Now dear, you don't have to start teasing her, yet~!

Winter: Yet?!

Terra: Well then, we best be going to feed, Adrian, I'll see you later, my rival~!

Winter: Wait, how am I your...?!

(Click!)

Saphron: Did you have to do that?

Terra: She wants to date, Jaune, I'm going to give her a little motivation~!

Saphron: Oh, really now? I suppose that's a good thing then. She looks like she needs a little push, maybe your declaration of rivalry will be a good kick to the pants to get her going.

Terra: And, if not we will use our secret weapon!

Saphron: We have a secret weapon?

Terra: Adrian.

Saphron: Oh... Oh that's good.

[pedgito]

it's taken me two years to finally getting around to compiling a list of fic recs together for posting, but we're finally here—a list of all the fics i've read this month (november). this is probably going to be a monthly thing since i tend to compile and read over weekends. thank you to everyone who keeps my hyperfixations alive and well with their beautiful writing and storytelling!

this key will help you figure out which fics are more your vibe, or if you're just curious of the contents before you dive in:

smut = 🌶️, fluff = ☁️ angst = ☄️

total fics listed below: 20

✎ — 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

↝ you've got to learn by @split-spectrum — 🌶️ (dubcon warning)

At a client's house party, you catch yourself getting jealous of other eyes on Joel. Joel pulls you aside to show you exactly what he thinks of that.

↝ for cryin' out loud by @gracieheartspedro — 🌶️, ☄️

living with joel is complicated, especially when you can’t sleep due to nightmares. when you find yourself in his bed, you can’t help yourself. but joel sure can. give him a day to mull it over.

↝ road trip by @elflutter — 🌶️

car sex with joel on the way home from a weekend trip

↝ well, all right i’m bad, but then you’re no prize either… by @sceletaflores - 🌶️, ☄️

↝ that's the way road dogs do it by @joelsdagger — 🌶️ (dubcon warning)

on a night out with friends, you run into someone from your past

↝ wherever you stray, i'll follow by @cavillscurls — 🌶️, ☄️, ☁️ (a/b/o dynamics)

Joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into Jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

↝ stay awake by @toxicanonymity — 🌶️, (dark) ☁️ (dubcon warning)

Joel meets you by chance after looking for you for 400 years. Now he can’t risk letting you go.

↝ nobody likes a secret by @gracieheartspedro — ☄️, (brief) 🌶️

a rich wealthy playboy who becomes enthralled by his neighbor’s daughter. it never ends well when he can not fathom having happiness for himself.

✎ — 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒

↝ the farmer's daughter by @punkshort — 🌶️, ☄️

Forced to sell your body after your father's farm went under, you find yourself hand picked to service the Roman army on their latest battle away from Rome. What you didn't expect was to be selected to share General Acacius's room for the duration of the journey.

↝ war dog by @studioghibelli — 🌶️ (sub/dom dynamics)

the twin caesars were cruel, twisted, bad, unfit to rule the sweet empire of rome. but they pale in the shadow that you, their older sister, leaves behind. general acacius sees your hunger for power, your thirst for blood, your drive for ambition- it disgusts him. unfortunately, he cannot resist the temptation that is you.

↝ cosmic love by @kedsandtubesocks — 🌶️, ☁️ (ft. marcus pike)

a missing statue, a handsome ancient roman general, an equally handsome museum visitor - and you caught in the magical (and wonderful) mess of it all

✎ — 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

↝ with no strings attached by @jolapeno — 🌶️

stumbling into a diner in the dead of the night, frankie morales doesn't expect to find anyone there. then he meets you. what begins as a one-night-stand-turned-weekend becomes a no-strings-attached arrangement.

↝ more than letters (prologue: the letters) by @almostfoxglove - ☄️

An epistolary prologue. Paired up as pen pals in sixth grade, you and Frankie turn a middle school assignment into a years long friendship.

✎ — 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍/𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒

↝ fourth time's the charm by @jolapeno —🌶️

when you turn up for your reservation, you don't expect him to be there. uninvited.

✎ — 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

↝ the road not taken by @guiltyasdave — ☄️, ☁️

↝ hold still by @almostfoxglove — 🌶️

On your last night together, Dave agrees to compromise.

✎ — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀

↝ bad idea by @murder-wife — 🌶️

↝ neighbors by @gothcsz — 🌶️, ☄️

what it's like living next door to javier peña.

✎ — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

↝ melting point by @drawingdroid — ☁️, ☄️

You’re a first-year PhD at The University of Nevarro specialising in Mandalorian Art. When your favourite sculptor, the mysterious Mando, opens an art exhibition in the city, you’re the first one to enrol. Unexpectedly, attending to that opening would end up changing your life forever.

✎ — 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

↝ handjob by @sanarsi

Oberyn is busy discussing important matters for the kingdom but he can’t resist taking care of you as you sit thirsty on his lap.

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[bbokicidal]

Hiyaaaa How ya doing? F4t (=food for thoughts lol): what do u think SKZ’S ideal type would be e? Like I mean traits they’d be into? I think for bang chan like a foxy one? Like flirty girl boss he’d be like heart eyes idk. And I melt thinking about grumpy x sunshin for felix like 🌞🌚 what’s ur take on this?

Hello!! I'm doing p well, ty for asking ~

SKZ's Ideal Type (IMO)

Bangchan: Someone who is more of a leader as well - who naturally takes the big sibling role, looks after others, mom-friend of the group. Also - yes, someone who is a natural flirt and teases him back. He likes teasing people and making them flustered but I think he'd love it even more if you reciprocated the flirtatious teasing and made him all blushy, too.

Lee Know: Someone who is 1) a cat mom, and 2) very compassionate. Someone who can handle with little snarky comments and teasing, but who also helps him in teasing the others. Someone who loves with their all like he does and someone who isn't quick to call him 'mean' when he gets a little frustrated.

Changbin: Someone who doesn't wear their heart on their sleeve. Someone who doesn't just go in and out of relationships and who is waiting for the right one - he really likes that in a person. Someone who is extremely passionate and driven, and loves every side of him. Someone who lets him keep his usual schedule and doesn't complain when he wants to workout or has to stay late in the studio.

Hyunjin: Someone who sees the world almost through his own eyes. Someone who sees the art in the world the same way he does; Someone who cherishes and loves the way he does, whole heartedly. Someone who acknowledges how hard he works and how passionate he is about his creations. Also, someone who never plans to leave him. He couldn't handle being left behind.

Han: Someone who is kind of all over the place. Someone who buys things on impulse, takes trips with him on impulse, goes on tour with him on impulse. Someone who buys a puppy to be Bbama's little sibling because the baby at the shelter needed a warm home and lots of love. Someone who loves all genres of music. Someone he can share his songs with. Someone who fucks w/ Hanpop more than anyone else lolol.

Felix: Someone who loves to game. Someone who loves having big meals and cooking/baking together. Someone who can handle taking care of themselves because he can't always be there - and sometimes struggles on his own. Someone he doesn't need to worry about (even though he will anyways.) Someone who adores him as much as he adores them. But also - Someone who can stand up for themselves and doesn't always need his support.

Seungmin: Someone who loves hard. Someone who loves deep. Someone who is as passionate as himself. Someone who can handle going to baseball games with him when he has free time. Someone who will sing with him. He wants someone who will motivate him more, too, to do fun things around the house - Painting pictures together and swapping every five minutes, cooking horrible meals, and slow dancing in the living room at six in the morning to the songs of the birds outside.

Jeongin: Someone who is family oriented. Someone who handles religion as seriously as he does, but doesn't mind if he strays a little and is a slut on stage (OOPS did I say that?) . Someone who can get along really well with his parents and brothers - but also someone who helps him tease his siblings relentlessly. Someone who is okay with taking time in the relationship, because he needs to take things slow for his own well being. Someone who loves to marry.

[fickleminder]

with you

I wrote this based on vibes alone. Viva la OM fandom.

“Keep running!”

It felt like you were dreaming. Everything was rushing past you in a blur as Mammon pulled you along by an iron grip on your hand. He’d always been the fastest of his brothers, but you had no clue what the cause of his panic was this time.

“They’re coming for us.” Lucifer answered your unspoken question, frustration laced in his curt words. “But we’ll make sure they don’t get you too.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked dazedly, still trying to understand what was happening. One moment you were minding your own business, the next the brothers were practically corralling you out of the house and towards who-knows-where. There was no warning, no fanfare, just a lot of urgency and confusion. “Who’s coming?”

“It’s the final boss! The one who’s been pulling all the strings from the start!” Levi wasn’t making any sense either. “So many plot holes, so many loose threads, and now they’re just gonna wipe the slate clean!”

“We’re getting you back to the human world. You have friends there, you’ll be okay.” Satan explained, oddly calm given the situation.

“But what about you guys?” The sinking feeling in your chest had reached your stomach. You felt as though you could puke from sheer stress alone, the way it seemed like they were saying goodbye. “And— and Diavolo, Barbatos, the angels—”

“They’ll meet us at the portal, so don’t stop working those legs honey!” Asmo tried to encourage you, his perfect smile straining against the exhaustion from keeping up with his brothers.

(“But Mephisto, Thirteen and Raphael—”

“Hush, Beel. MC doesn’t have to know they’re not coming. Not anymore.”

“…Okay.”)

The portal was wide open when you arrived. Diavolo and Barbatos greeted you with forced smiles which only made you freak out even more.

“Thank you for coming at such short notice,” Diavolo said, looking at you apologetically. “I’m sorry for not consulting you about our decision first, but desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Whatever this is, we can face it together!” You reasoned, not above begging at this point. “I can help—”

“You can help by staying safe,” Barbatos interrupted you with a rare frown, and that was the moment you realized things were going to shit. Whatever your expression was, it made the butler’s soften gently. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take care of yourself from now on.”

Two arms wrapped around your waist like a vice, and you looked down to see Luke squeezing you like his life depended on it. “Don’t forget, you have my blessing, so everything’s gonna be okay, you’ll see!”

“No more tears, lamb.” Simeon reached out to wipe away the wet tracks on your cheeks. You didn’t realize the waterworks had started. It was the slow, quiet kind that came with deep sorrow etched into your very bones. “We’ll see each other again. Please try to stay strong until then.”

Solomon held out his hand and you took it without hesitation, your trust in your mentor unwavering. “We’ll be with you, always. Your pacts, your memories, they can’t take those away from you.”

“You’re not coming with me?” Your voice wobbled despite your best effort.

He only gripped your hand tighter, and that was answer enough.

“It is time,” Lucifer murmured. Everyone gathered behind you as you stepped towards the swirling mass of magic. No matter how hard you willed them, your legs simply refused to obey your heart, trudging robotically into the light and away from your family and home.

This was wrong, this was all wrong, how were you supposed to keep going without them—

“Our love for you is Eternal,” was the last thing you heard before Solomon let go and everything went white.

[kisspurins]

bed peace ⊹₊⟡⋆ j.sc

୨୧ pairings｜stepbrother!sungchan x reader

୨୧ wc｜1.9k

୨୧ warnings｜noncon touching turned duncon kinda，stepcest，soft dom sungchan，forced kissing，big dick sungchan ofc 😞，praising，crying，daddy kink，lowkey ddlg，choking，non-penetration sex TO penetration，"just the tip"，teasing，little sister big brother talk，yn's sensitive

inspired by this <3

"channie?" you whisper softly, tugging the comforter down to reveal even a sliver of his face. his breathing is shallower than usual, and he's still, but you were unsure if he's already drifted off to sleep. he never sleeps early. at least not when he's staying the night at your parents house. you repeat his name, but silence greets you, and you can't help the disappointment in your stomach. you sigh, reluctant to walk away and surrender to sleep. you lingered for a minute longer in his room, still hovering over him, too scared to turn around and leave. the walk to your room was long and dark. you mustered up all your courage just to run down here, and you don't know if you can make yourself do it again.

this was all your fault. you had a scary dream, and it was hard laying in your big room all alone with nothing but your thoughts to torture you. you feel like a kid again, close to the brink of tears, thinking of facing this fear. It's always been better for you to let sungchan face it for you. that's what big brothers are for! you would rather snuggle up in his bed and cling to his arms wrapped around your waist like he was a border to shield you. even if sungchan teased you for still getting scared this easily, you know you could count on your big brother to protect you. but he can't protect you when he's sleeping.

you reach out and push on his shoulder outside the cover one last time. when he stirs a bit at the touch, you call out for him again, “channie... I need you.” this time, you see his eyelashes flutter, his eyes squinting as he peers at you. not even turning to look at the time on his phone, he just lifts his cover, looking back to you standing pitifully with your lip tutted out. “you okay? scary dream?" you take his actions as a gesture to slip into the bed with him. climbing to the side closest to the wall and lying directly in his arms, he drops the cover on both of you.

"mhm, had a bad dream," you finally respond, closing your eyes at this newfound warmth. he leans forward, kissing your forehead, words rumbling against your back. "I'm sorry, baby. I have you now." you smile at his words, feeling so safe and content.

a lot of people say your relationship with sungchan is weird but you never understood.

this was just sister-brotherly love. sungchan knew you better than any person ever has, even your mom. since your mom married his dad, you were forced into this new lifestyle with a new sibling with a very different personality from yours. It was hard at first, but you and sungchan clicked, and you never hid who you were with him and he never hid from you. sure he made your guy friends and boyfriends uncomfortable but they're just weird. there was nothing weird if you liked the affection and attention from your brother. the hugs, holding hands, occasional kisses on your forehead, and especially cuddling. he's your favorite guy! told you over and over again how happy he was that you were his sister, that you were the best little sister, and that he loved you more than mom and dad.

sungchan's hands roamed your hips, tugging you closer, and you let him in. his room smells of vanilla like him, and you don't think about how it has you falling deeper into him. too distracted by the goodness you feel, you don't think about the weird feeling filling your tummy when he presses himself against you, firm and hard behind you. barely thinking about how much bigger and stronger he's gotten and how he's grown into your type. you stay like this for thirty minutes and almost think sungchan had fallen asleep. but after a while, his hands slowly smooth down your stomach until he's pressing on your panties.

you gasp, turning to look at him, but he's already staring at you, big hand pressing against your mouth. "shhh... just let me." you can't comprehend what's going on. he's way too strong for you to fight back properly. "you make me so hard, baby," sungchan groans, pushing his hips to rut against you. "so sexy.. my little sister is so sexy,"

the tears in your eyes have already started flowing down onto his hand. you're confused and conflicted with what happened to make sungchan have such a direct change. you hate that your pussy clenches when he works his fingers inside your panties, fingers dragging against your folds. he circles your clit, and you feel heat rush through you for the first time. your body is trembling and tears are nonstop. "baby— baby, you have to calm down—" sungchan's voice is deep and dripping with concern, but you don't know how to calm your body.

"you know I won't hurt you," he whispers, "your big brother loves you." but you can't listen. your hips are bucking up into his hand, and you feel icky. his hand falls from your mouth, and everything breaks loose. "this– this is wr–wrong, channie," you sob. "we're not supposed to do this."

Instead of answering, sungchan kisses you, tongue running messily over your lips, and when he intrudes your mouth, it all feels so foreign. you don't know how to react, just letting him abuse your mouth until your lips are bitten red and swollen. the kiss slows your thinking down, your legs clenched around sungchan's hand tight, and your eyes rolling back. when he pulls away, spit trails, and his fingers start circling your clit again. "see baby," he huffed out, forcing your legs to spread, "not that bad, huh?" you sniffle and pout, pushing back against him subconsciously.

"channie—" "call me daddy." it was phrased so softly that if it wasn't so lewd, it could be ignored. and it should terrify you. It should be grossing you out to be this close to someone you grew up with, especially someone you thought was your real brother, but your tongue hangs out like a puppy for him anyway. like you're giving yourself away. his mouth drops open ever so slightly as his eyes follow the motion of your tongue, and then he lets out a low hum. "say it."

"sungchan..." you pause when he gives you a look, finger prodding your hole. you start wiggling again. "not there daddy... please... know we can't!" your lip tuts out, fingers digging into his arm in an attempt to distance you two. "don't worry, baby daddy's gonna make you feel good, don't you love me?" his question comes out as more of a statement like he doesn't doubt that you do love him. "I love you, daddy! I–I do, but–" sungchan scoffs at you, pulling your panties down to your knees, and the stickiness makes you shy. you gasp, covering your mouth with both hands, when something odd presses against your pussy.

"never done this before?" you shake your head no, hips seemingly rocking on their own. "never felt this before... don't—don't think we're supposed to do this, daddy..." when the words leave your mouth for a third time sungchan comes to a halt. "I love you. you're my little sister, and I'm supposed to show you these things." his breath against your skin makes you shudder, goosebumps popping out all over your skin. he kisses down your neck, sloppy and slowly till hes pressing kisses on your shoulder. "I won't put it in."

you don't understand what he means until he's dragging his cock between your slit, collecting your slick to use as a lubricant, and instead of going inside, he's spreading it. your vision nearly blanks feeling him on your pussy. he's so hard and heavy, and your cunny is aching the slower he pushes his hips forward and slides his cock on you. "fuck... baby, you feel so good for me." he works to circle his tip on your clit, feeling you writhe under him.

"nnng daddy daddy daddy!" you whimper. this is so embarrassing. your pussy is clenching and pushing out more wetness, and you feel like you'd rather die than let sungchan know how sensitive you are. your nipples are hard poking your shirt, and when he uses his hand to push his fat tip so deep inside your lips you can't help but curl and wiggle. "please—" "yeah? big brother making you feel good?" you swallow and try to talk, but he instead slides between your folds deeper and the words get trapped in your throat. you can’t handle having him like this. It was too hard to even look at him. "feel—feel you—" he nodded, his cold hand planting itself on your cheek, fingers dipping to wrap around your throat. "I know, baby. can feel me in you." the air was thick between you two, getting even more tense when you tried to push his hand away in panic. "n–no! no no daddy–" your mind is bleary, voice breaking.

theres this strange shift in his demeanor when he looks into your eyes. not unexpected, just more— intense. when you blink back tears and sniffle, it's almost like his face hardens. eyes flickering over your expression, lingering on your swollen lips again before it drops down between your legs. It's like he’s got more to say or something left to do. you whimper the longer he continues to put pressure on your throat and pull on his wrist a little. "d—daddy— gonna—gonna cum...!"

"I'm so sorry, baby. I need to feel you," he said, closing the gap between you and lining up at your entrance. he finally sank his tip into your needy little hole, his lips barely grazing yours. you feel weird again. not being able to stop your eyes from fluttering shut when he stretches you out. your mouth is open and wide from the painful sensation filling you as he starts slowly thrusting, sliding deeper with each thrust until he bottoms out. "no! no sungchan—” you try to warn, but he tightens his grip to silence you, and your body starts to feel like it's breaking down.

the pace he sets is menacing, enough to have you whining and arching your back into him. the tip of his cock is nudging your cervix with every deep thrust. you can't hear him cooing anymore, just the sounds coming from your bodies meeting. “oh no... did I lose you, baby?" he whispers in your ear, letting go of your throat so you can breathe. your heart is fast hammering against your chest as he fucks you into your very first orgasm. "close for me, baby?" you nodded, tears spilling again. "hurts—feel—feel big brother in—in my tummy..."

sungchan's hands slid down your stomach, firm hand pushing your abdomen as he bruised your pussy. "mhm?" your brother smiled, "feel me here" your words are incoherent when you start twitching against him. "come on. cum for me, baby. cum for your big brother." you shook your head, clouded and lost in thought as you pushed your hips to meet his sharp thrusts. "gonna fill this pussy up," that’s all you need to make your walls clench even tighter, pulsating with the euphoric shocks of your orgasm. Your moans are high-pitched, and you repeatedly hear weak mumbles of his name.

“there you go, get me all messy, baby.” he praises, leaning forward to press a long kiss to your forehead. "my favorite little sister.”

© KISSPURINS 2024 ✿

[coffeekittycatt]

Birthday Wish ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Notes: Rafayel x Reader fanfic. Fluff but suggestive ending. 1,169 word count.

Premise: You wish Rafayel was real.. now someone is suddenly knocking at your door.

- I am very new to writing fanfic so be patient with me 🙂‍↕️

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I peek outside my window. The sky, a soft mix of cotton candy colors. Today was my 23rd birthday, and I spent it how I usually do, alone. Sounds sad, but I don’t mind. I’ve learned to be independent since my father passed.

Happy birthday Sugar, I got us your favorite takeout. Let’s watch Mean Girls tonight!

The memory passes. Today makes a third birthday without you. I close my window blind and make my way to my recliner. It’s soft and cushioned. The house is quiet, a peaceful place even though it does gets lonely not having my dad around. He left his small cottage to me and it’s become my safe haven. Mostly everything is still in place from before he left. Except things that are entirely mine, like my room. I take a seat and sit back. My phone vibrates and lights up. “Hey (Y/N), hope you had a great birthday!! Looking forward to seeing you when I get back 🩷” Ana. My close friend. Her message is sweet, reminding me I am not totally alone on this day. We planned to hang out after she gets back from her New York trip. I smile and unlock my phone.

All I want to do now is my dailies in Love and Deepspace. I open the app and wait for it to load. I press enter and am surprised to see Rafayel on my sceen. I totally forgot that this game does something special for players’ birthdays! A cutscene starts and eventually Rafayel gives me a cute gift. “Happy birthday my dear girl..” he sings to me. Wow, he has an angelic voice. My eyes slightly water and my cheeks are warmed. Why am I getting emotional? I wipe my eye with my sweatshirt sleeve and continue tapping. “Don’t worry, if you’ve got my blessing, then the Guardian of the Sea is also aware,” He adds. I pause for a moment and decide to playfully say out loud, “I wish you were real, Rafayel.” I cringe at myself and laugh. Here I am crying over how sweet a character is. I need to get a grip! I finish out the cutscene and eventually I collect some rewards from completing my dailies. I don’t know when or how, but I somehow doze off and am fast asleep.

Knock Knock. I hear my back door. My eyes flick open. What the hell? Immediately I am panicked. My house is not very close to any neighbors. They would have to walk quite a bit to get to me. Even if it was a neighbor, why would they knock at the back door? Could it be a burglar? Someone in need? An axe murderer? I take a deep breath and hurry to grab my pepper spray. My dad always taught me to have something as self defense. I peek out the small window near the door. Dammit. It’s too dark to see anything. My back porch light isn’t working at the moment. I need to replace it soon for times like this. I am too afraid now. I stay silent and wait for the mystery visitor to take their leave. A moment passes and I hear it. Knock Knock. Oh man. I decide to get close to the door. “Who is it?” I call out. “It’s Rafayel, let me in!”, the intruder exclaims. Excuse me? What did I just hear? I don’t know anyone named Rafayel.

Me: “I don’t know you or recognize your name. How can I help you sir?”

R: “Ouch, you don’t know me? We’ve spent almost everyday together! Cmon, (Y/N). Did you forget your birthday wish already?”

My heart drops to my stomach. Rafayel? Birthday wish? My mind circles back to before my impromptu nap. The fucking mobile game?! I am screaming internally. Okay, this must be a dream..or a sick prank. Maybe I am going mentally insane. I need to shut this down. I ready my pepper spray and crack the door open. I peek out and immediately, in the dim light, I see purple. Purple, fluffy hair layered across. My body freezes up. My sight trails downward to a face. Beautiful, bluish-pink eyes look at me. A small pointed nose and soft pink lips are painted on this man’s face. Rafayel. It’s actually him. I am mesmerized at his beauty, and how the real life version of him can even exist. It’s otherworldly, incapable of being real. But it is. Taking in more of the view, he is wearing something I wouldn’t expect. A faded, cherry colored hoodie with pair of light black cargo pants. He raises a hand to his head to swipe a bang out his face. Silver rings are worn on his delicate, long fingers. Still in shock, I try to speak.

Me: “R-Rafayel?”

R: “Took you long enough. It’s freezing. Soon enough I’ll be frozen like the trees out here. Can you let me in?”

I scratch my head. Guess we are doing this. Hey, maybe I will wake up again in a mental hospital and this will all make sense. I open the door all the way to let him inside. He makes his way and immediately I feel arms wrapped around me. “What th-“ I squeeze out as he takes me in for a tight embrace. A hug? My face is now on fire. I inhale and smell an enticing mix of cologne that can only be described as an ocean-breeze. It is exactly how I imagined he would smell. “My love, my dearest girl,” he says with his chin laid on my head. “I have been waiting for the day we could touch.” I smile at his comment as my face is buried in his chest. I can’t believe this is happening. My heart is racing.

Me: “How were you able to come here? How is this possible?” I look up at him, searching for answers.

R: “I told you love, any wishes you had today would come true. You have my blessing, after all.” He smiles and moves a piece of hair out my face. “You’re so much more beautiful in real life.”

I look away out of shyness. I had never been around someone so gorgeous before, let alone a guy who was so into me.

R: “You don’t have to be afraid,” he gently cuffs my cheek and pulls my gaze back towards him.

He leans down and sets my heart ablaze. Soft lips caress mine and gentle pecks are placed onto me. The bashful kisses turn into a tongue asking for an invitation to dance with mine. His sturdy hands hold my face and support me. I am lost in his kisses, savoring every moment. Each one now slightly sloppy, his tongue exploring my mouth, tender, but eager to taste more. He bites my lower lip, not aggressively, but a gentle tug that leaves me a mess. The heat from my cheeks had made its way down to my core and suddenly I am completely aroused by this man. My body has decided it needs all of him. Anticipating his next move, I watch as he pulls away from me. He stays close to my lips and I feel his warm breath against my face. “Show me your bedroom, my love.” He whispers to me.

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Like a month old but i still like it lol

I love the three so much I'm thinking though of adding more of their animal features in the future along with the other angels

Anyways little yap under cut again

As I said some stuff was subject to change such as their names tho really mixed on it:

Lucifer Morningstar

Michael Eclipstar

Gabriel Eveningstar

Mike and Gabe keep the same context of their names

Michael is named eclipstar cuz he represents the solar eclipse (black hair but still glows if you get me :’) eclipse at represent a disruption of the natural order and new beginnings. When he’s there, something is up and needs to be dealt with kinda like with the apple and fell. So… was his name kinda profetic? Unfortunately just like his job… But it mainly means he just protects the world from external threats as before and just like an eclipse does a big sweep of earth then goes back to doing his thing elsewhere. He’s not supposed to have as much contact of earth as his brothers do. Also eclipses are scary (just like him <3)

Also I’m changing it cuz I like the sun, eclipse and moon dynamic lol

Here are some headcanons (some on the fence abt) both miscellaneous and about the trio some of these I have stated b4 though:

Lucifer pre fall did not have sharp teeth but he carried out this bucked hamster tooth thing

Michael of course was training an army before the fall or at least had some sort of troops. Under his wing were Azrael, Cassiel, and Satan. Mike was the one to introduce Lucifer to Satan as someone to help teach him to fight when he couldn’t teach him. Lucifer really wanted to learn because even back then he was a thin little stick between Michael and Gabriel

Gabriel is very interested in the foods that humans create primarily because he gets hungry from flying so much. When watching over Eden he’d sneak some fruits (he was also means he was friends with beelzebub who dealt with the fruit in Eden before her fall)

When all of his siblings form Michael felt extremely off about his role as the sword and just because he didn’t fully grasp the purpose of his existence to fight because why would you when everything is perfect. When Lucifer fell and fought back against heaven his first target was Michael and upon being charged at he was hit with a horrified realization that this might have been the reason- someone that was worthy to be Lucifer’s equal would be the one to defeat him which does prompt a hell lot of questions in his mind but let that baby suppress his issues there’s a war to fight (very on the fence about this one)

Also VERY on the fence about this one but for cutting off his wings, lucifer blinds Michael and makes Gabriel mute so they all lose something in the end. Plot wise it would representative of Michael staying blind and Gabriel staying shut about their brother’s behavior, trying to solve it and shut it down themselves though that does sound poo poo

All three are really good at certain types of transformation magic. Lucifer is good at turning it into other creatures, Gabriel’s really good at turning into what are considered classical elements such as water, wind, light shadow etc etc, Michael is really good at turning into objects but mainly does weapontry

Michael takes very good care of his body under the belief that “your body is your best weapon” and he means that quite literally. Michael was made to be a weapon, from his wings to his blood to his everything. He’s got bones of steel his wings can turn into blades and blood of angelic steel. As a very last resort he can mutilate his body parts for weapons

Lucifer used to pluck Michael and Gabriel’s feathers to use as pens rather than his own. Mike was chill but Gabriel would have a very physical reaction to getting his wings plucked and would often chase Lucifer for a hot minute

Scientifically might not make any sense but Gabe liked to tuck the earth for it's bedtime (he's the moon and tucking in meant brining high tide to eden idk it sounded cute)

Lucifer liked making arts and crafts stuff with his, Mike and gabes feathers. All three of them keep some sort of craft item lucifer made to this day

Michael turned into a sword that Gabriel used in battle (combo that gods sword and gods strength and they’re almost unstoppable)

When they weren’t fighting, Gabe and Lucifer were serious prankers in their day the terrible two they were only stoppable by Michael.

They fight over the best breakfast food. Luci thinks it’s pancakes, Mike thinks it’s waffles, and Gabe thinks it’s crepes

Gabriel and Lucifer are very similar, having been very active, very loud, and very nosy. Very similar in personality, and you'd think they'd get along well. However, both managed to fight a lot in their youth about little things, and it only got worse when gods will and free will got on the table with Eden. Like two ends of a magnet, they may look the same, but together, they just do not vibe most of the time. Both are dorky, but think like jock vs. nerd in how they carried themselves it’s not that clear, but you can kinda get the idea (Mike is the one that both get along with really well)

Mike is the mediator and more often than not takes Gabriel’s side, primarily because Lucifer’s ideas were threatening to the perceived “Plan” but that served to make Lucifer to feel incredibly isolated at times, even more so when Eden rolled around and more fights started

Mike tended to be the middle man when neither Luci or Gabe wanted to not talk to each other directly

Post fall, Mike and Gabe had two different ways of coping. Mike mourned Lucifer, and Gabriel started hating on lucifer and blaming him instead(he might have started a whole gossip train after that high key was propaganda againt hell he just had so much hate in his very hurt heart)

They often slept in a brother pile even after arguments cuz at the end they only really had each other. They tend to sleep in birth order so Mike is the middle most of the time though when Lucifer and Gabe would get into a really bad fight Mike would let one of them sleep in the middle instead so they could huddle together and silentky make up

Their favorite activity used to fly centipedes style where one would take the lead and the others would grab onto each others legs and fly up and down like waves

Despite being middle child, Mike felt very responsible over his two more chaotic brothers. He sometimes feels like he’s the older brother

Also here is Lucifer and Gabriel cuz they are silly and funny. They have a history of just hating on each other

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 97 (Cherished Friendships)

Conrad tried to make breakfast for his hosts while a familiar light rain drizzled outside, but Neal rushed into the kitchen to stop him. "It's an old stove. Real finnicky," he insisted. "Maybe you should let someone else do that. Heather, maybe."

"It's no trouble. I had a stove like this growing up," said Conrad, but Neal shook his head.

"It's not a good idea."

Daisy shook her head with a gentle chuckle. "Don't let him scare you. He's just trying to scam a meal out of his daughter now that she's as good as any gourmet chef."

They all knew it was more than that, but they went along with the excuse because it was easier that way. "It's not like I'm making anyone ambrosia," Heather said. There was nothing special about her scrambled eggs and bacon, but she took over at the stove while Conrad hung out with sleepy Lavender, instead.

The early morning rains let up and the sun came out, so Heather and Conrad next headed to Old New Henford, where Everett, Spencer, and their children had settled well into the mild winter season - at least it was more seasonal than their last home in Oasis Springs.

"Greyson, say hello to your godmother, Heather."

"Hi, Heather," he said cheerily. "Hey! You have glasses, too!"

"I told you she did." Spencer looked apologetically at her old friend. "He just got glasses recently and was feeling insecure, so I was trying to tell him all the awesome people I know who rock glasses."

"Your glasses look really good, Greyson. The bright red is so cool!" Heather wasn't lying to him about his glasses, though she played up the excitement to help Spencer convince him to embrace this change in his appearance. "I've had glasses for pretty much as long as I can remember, and I love wearing them. If I looked as cool as you, I'd love them even more!"

Seven-year-old Greyson smiled up at Heather. "You look pretty cool," he said, before running off to play on the monkey bars in their backyard.

Heather watched firsthand the bond between Spencer and her sons. Especially four-year-old Jett, who was Heather's biological child, but was treated the same as his siblings. He followed Spencer everywhere and loved making everyone laugh. "I seriously don't know why you doubt yourself, Spence," Heather gushed. "You're an incredible mom."

They also met Everett and Spencer's third little miracle - a daughter they named Violet. She was about six months younger than Lavender, with big blue eyes like her mother.

"I hope you don't mind that their names are so similar," said Spencer. "I've just always loved the name and I thought maybe the girls might grow up to be friends as close as we are. If that happens, their names are a perfect set!"

Heather smiled at the thought. "I think Violet's name is perfect, and I'd love for her and Lavender to have as many adventures together as we have!"

"I'm still planning to take you to Selvadorada with me next time, if you can get away."

Heather nodded. "And I'm still planning to get away, as long as business stays as manageable as its been lately!"

Everett's father Bob stopped by to say hello, and Heather thought to ask him about Agnes and Agatha. "How does it feel seeing clones of your dead mothers walk around town?"

He laughed. "It was hard to get used to, but now it comforts me whenever I see them. They're together forever, just like they wanted to be."

They left for San Myshuno after leaving the Pancakes' after lunch, picking up Ash from the Landgraabs' penthouse before stopping in to visit with Heather's old friend, Dylan Richards, and her family. Pearl was a year and a half older than Ash, but their mothers were happy to see them get along.

"You can do my math homework?"

Ash shrugged. "It's not that hard. Just numbers."

"I don't like numbers," Pearl complained. "I prefer dancing, but every time I want to practice, Darrell gets in the way!" Pearl's toddler brother perked up from the sofa at the mention of his name. "Be glad you have sisters. Little brothers are so annoying!"

Pearl's father, Gavin, chuckled. "He just wants to spend time with his big sister, sweetheart. He loves you!"

"Why can't he love me and be less annoying?" she moaned.

Gavin took Darrell into the hall to help him use up some of his energy, and by now, Lavender was struggling. It had been days since she'd been in her own crib and felt the familiar surroundings of their home in Brindleton Bay. Though she'd been her wiggly, happy self for most of the weekend, she was fading fast.

Heather had hoped to stop in to see Holly and Kris' daughter, Betta, who was only a few weeks younger than Lavender, but Heather and Conrad knew it was time to head home.

(Look at that face. She would not stand being passed around for cuddles in one more stranger's arms this day!)

They knew they'd see Heather's youngest niece during the Winterfest holidays, but they still had a few weeks of work left until the festive season. ->

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NOTE: Did I give Heather and Everett's children all colour names? Yes I did. Am I plotting something? Maybe. Will we know what that is for years? No. 😂 Did plotting encourage me to give Violet a better outfit than the default medieval cc dress and bucket hat she aged up in? Also no.

[sweetkpopmusings]

dokyeom best friend headcanons <3

a/n: back at it again (finally) with best friend seventeen !!! one day i will finish all of these hcs and the boyfriend ones too.....until that day, please enjoy hundreds of words that represent my love for sweet dokyeom!!!

content: fluff | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!dokyeom x gn!reader | requests:open

dokyeom is sunshine personified which means he is literally the best friend anyone can ask for

like hello ??? a happiness virus by your side at all times ??? an angel being just a quick text or phone call away ??? a dream come true if you ask me 

he is a very sweet, casual best friend

he is so thoughtful, and he’s always checking up on you

but it’s not through grand gestures or cinematic speeches

he will text you during the day to see how you’re doing, remind you to drink water, or even ask about your chores (and if he can come over and “help” aka distract you lol)

dokyeom just cares so much about you :-( like you’re his BESTIE and he refuses to accept you having anything other than a perfect day every day

which means he is the absolute best source of comfort

he will always be a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear

and he comforts you in the ways that you respond to best

want advice? he’ll stay up for hours talking through all the possible solutions with you. want to vent? he will listen intently and validate every single feeling you have. want to forget about the world for a while? he’s taking you out to do your favorite activities or staying in with you and binging your favorite content to escape from the stresses of reality

dokyeom isn’t afraid to ask how he can support you best either like he’s always working to be the best friend he can be

and he is HONORED every time you support him

sweet baby actually cries whenever you’re there for him like he is so so grateful 

he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to have an amazing person like you as his closest friend

usually while you’re comforting him he’ll thank you profusely, cry, laugh at the fact he’s crying over how much he loves you YET again, and smile like everything is fixed

everything IS fixed when you’re by his side actually <333 dokyeom tells you this constantly and he means it.

okay back to him being literal sunshine because im getting emotional lolol

dokyeom laughs at EVERY. SINGLE. JOKE. YOU. MAKE.

like even if it's not that funny, he finds you trying to be funny so hilarious that he's giving you no less than a hearty chuckle for every joke or joke-adjacent thing you say

if you say something particularly funny, he is throwing himself onto the nearest surface (which could very well be you, if you're standing/sitting near each other) and cackling while smacking his hand down repeatedly because he just can't take The Comedy

deadass you're his favorite comedian 

and he LOVES to do bits with you!!!

y'all have a whole repertoire to pull out at any moment that calls for it or whenever you're in the mood

lowkey hoshi gets jealous but it’s fine because you and dokyeom let him in on the bits sometimes 

obviously he is THRILLED any time you laugh at one of his jokes

which is constantly because hello ?? he is a strange and silly boy like you are entertained 25/8

sometimes you two have to ditch your plans entirely because you get so caught up in joking around with each other you lose track of time

these are dokyeom’s favorite hangouts <33 he LOVES being in your own world together :,,,-)

lowkey he gets jealous if you spend a lot of time with any of his members

it’s not super serious, but he definitely pouts

that’s MY y/n !!! they’re MY best friend !!! not YOURS !!!

it’s so endearing because he’s like a little kid who doesn’t want his friend playing with anyone else on the playground

he becomes the most excited puppy when you pay attention to him again though

the members tease him for this behavior but he just reminds them they don’t get it because you’re not their best friend >:-)

talk about a hype man

dokyeom is 1384302094503% dedicated to making you feel confident

he thinks you are incredible inside and out and he will not accept it if you don’t agree

whether he needs to buy you an entirely new wardrobe or script a full presentation on why you are the best person ever, dokyeom is Locked In on the loving y/n agenda 

your reputation absolutely precedes you whenever you meet someone from dokyeom’s life

they know all about you and are immediately obsessed with you because of everything dokyeom has told them

dokyeom will be by your side, smiling brightly, relishing in how much they already love you

he’ll even suggest stories for you to tell when you’re having conversations in a group because he knows how to highlight your best moments

honestly he would totally have a stan account for you and make “y/n funniest moments” compilations and things of that nature

he’s your #1 fangirl and he takes that role VERY seriously

why ?? because one of the proudest achievements in dokyeom’s life is being your best friend :,-) <333333

UGH i love dokyeom so much he is the sweetest boy ever and i need to look at pictures of his beautiful smile and cry because i’m so grateful to be in the world at the same time as him <3333

dokyeom if you’re taking applications for additional friends please let me know i’m eager to take advantage of this exciting opportunity

[ink-stainedkiss]

✧ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✧

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫

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Type:Fluff with a dash of hurt/comfort

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𝘚𝘶𝘮: 𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦

Truthfully, it wasn’t the guys fault. When he had looked up from his food at the cafe, his eyes found you, and he decided he was going to try and flirtatiously get your number, he hadn’t known the force that would come from his actions. You were sitting comfortably outside of the shop, finding comfort in your phone and a steaming hot pastry. You had heard his footsteps coming and you were filled with confusion as a random man stood happily in front of you. Skeptically, you set down your phone,passing a glance to the busy sidewalk for any sign of your boyfriend. He had told you that he would be picking you up a small gift so there would be a few minutes where you would sit alone. You didn’t mind, believing that you would get a moment of peace on this breezy summer day.

Unfortunately for you, the universe decided to sweep your feet out from under you. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him look you up and down. Holding down a groan, you were so naive to believe that a man who was all too eager to greet you the second you sat down wanted nothing but wholesome things. A small smirk melted onto his face as he finally found your eyes.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked boredly

You weren’t looking for a fight, so you kept your tone just barely under the line of disgust. His hand landed on the empty chair across from you, a light chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’m sure you can.” Your eyes closed in pure disappointment at his poor excuse of a pickup line,”But I just noticed you from inside and wanted to introduce myself.”

You faked a smile, nodding like his words actually interested you. As he gave you his name, the hand on the chair moved quickly, reaching out for you to shake. You looked past him,praying that you would see the recognizable mess of white hair that you loved, but alas, nothing. You bit down a groan, reaching up reluctantly, and interlocking your hands. You tried to ignore the fact that sweat was completely covering his hand as he squeezed your hand. You had to break the contact first, rather forcefully, and you knew that was your sign to find somewhere else to wait. His eyes gawked at you more and you glanced at your phone. I’ll just text him that the cafe was busy.

With your actions decided, you stood from the table, grabbing your stuff,”Sorry, but I’m supposed to be meeting someone and I need to go.”

The ever persistent man frowned at your words, stepping forward to you,”Aw, so soon? Can’t you just stay with me for a second?”

An audible sigh left you as you shook your head,”I have to go.” Your statement fell on deaf ears as he let out a scoff. Before you could fully turn around, his clammy hand gripped onto your wrist, turning you back to face him.

You cursed yourself for the populated area. You wouldn’t be able to use your cursed technique on him in a scene like this. Your jaw tensed as you tried to rip your body away, but his hold was like iron. Great. You were just about to raise your voice when an overwhelming tension filled the air around you. You didn’t have to turn to know who was behind you. Fear entered the man’s eyes as he flicked his gaze towards the presence walking closer. A lanky arm slid its way around your waist and you sighed in relief as a head rested on your shoulder. In the corner of your eye you caught a puff of white and you knew that everything would be fine.

“Hey babe.” He purred next to your ear,”Is this one of your friends?”

The question was extremely rhetorical but you answered either way,”No. I have no clue who this is.”

A ‘tsk’ left your boyfriend's mouth and he tightened his hold on you. The man watched at him and you could feel just how intense their stare-off was ,”So do you usually grab onto random people? Or is she an exception?”

Like your skin ignited into flames he retracted his hand,”I-I don’t want any trouble man.”

A hum came from your boyfriend as he shifted his head. Delicate kisses landed on your exposed neck and you couldn't help but flush,”Saturou.” Your voice reciprocated your embarrassment as the sorcerer marked you in the middle of a street. Gojo was never one to hide his affection.

He looked back up towards the man,”Good. Because if you held on a second longer I would have killed you.”

The man clearly got the hint and started to back away, once his body turned around, he set in a full sprint. Gojo let out a disappointed hum,”Aw, I really thought we were gonna have some fun.” You rolled your eyes half heartedly, spinning to face the man,”You can’t go hurting everyone.”

The sorcerer shrugged,”I think he would have deserved it.” You couldn’t help the small giggle that left you. At the sound of your laughter, Gojo instantly felt better, but just to make sure, he placed one of his hands against your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek softly and his cerulean eyes scanned over every inch of your face,”Are you sure you’re alright?”

You smiled at his worry and placed a gentle kiss against his lips,”Yes. I'm alright, I promise,” Raising your wrist, you showed there was no marks left behind,”I totally could have beat that guy’s ass.”

A hearty laugh sounded from Gojo and before you could realize what happened, he was placing continues kisses on your face,”I love you so much.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone, but you knew behind his cool exterior, Gojo held you in a special place in his heart.

You laughed at his antics, pushing him away but you both knew that you didn’t want him to go away, ”Alright,alright, I love you too, now get off of me.” The man wrapped his arm around your shoulder, already leading you away,”Let’s head home, I'm sure there won’t be any creeps there.”

He landed one more gentle kiss to your hair and the two of you left the street. As you walked with him, you started to feel a sense of safety and comfort. It wasn’t a new feeling. You felt as if nothing could hurt you when you were with him. Not because he was the strongest, but because he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

[teaguehq]

No, I get that because it's hard to reach out about these things sometimes! Though I feel like I've gotten better about that as I've gotten older, too. Which is a good reminder too, that the people who love us aren't bothered by us needing extra support. Of course, and we can't have enough support from people who understand that headspace, so why not help each other, right? And friends help each other! I can imagine, Jo's a hugely popular character, and so is that film! You played her beautifully. I appreciate the kudos, and he was certainly an interesting character to play for sure, though at least now I know better not to live in that headspace for filming rather than balancing it with other things, because my headspace was so messy because of him, and that lasted a while. I don't regret anything though when I'm happy for the way the show turned out. That makes me laugh so much though, because who'd forget Ireland is an island?! That's a bit like people being shocked I lived around beaches since I grew up in Florida. And I try to head back to Florida when possible since my parents still live there, and they'd protest if I stayed away too long! Please do tell me the best places since we can't have too many vacation places up our sleeves, especially between projects to unwind some. Thankfully my boyfriend's more kind than that, though he'd definitely be amused if that were happening and I were still walking and acting like an ape, which I couldn't blame him for! Everything about that was so much fun, just being on a playground every day where we acted like apes. I feel like my kid self would be so proud I got to do something like that. Are your parents good about not talking about your projects though? I always want to tell mine details about my projects too, but if I've been threatened on secrecy, I don't tend to tell them as much for being paranoid they may let something slip to a friend or the like. Though I'll tell my boyfriend since he's in the business and knows it's important not to say anything. I will, and I'd love to hear all about Bad Apples then! Well, I'm currently on set in Calgary, though I wouldn't make anyone show up with a cheerleading outfit given this weather right now! | @saoirseur

it really is rough -- and honestly, i'm someone that doesn't like to bring others down, so i'll internalize everything, which i know isn't at all healthy! and you're very right about that, when you're in that darker headspace, it's easy to think the worst and just assume you'll be a bother, even though deep down you're not. not a single person that cares about you would feel that way. which is sweet of you to say, and you know i'd offer up the same to you as well. i like the idea of us looking out for each other on that front, we'll be good friends for that! right?  like when i got cast as jo, i was over the moon -- and thank you for saying you loved my jo, that means a lot. i'll admit that i've watched some films and have always wondered what it would be like to go that dark, but i still couldn't imagine myself doing that, you know? so i'm giving you all the kudos for playing harold and having to dive into his character like you did. and i can only imagine how easy it is to fall into that sort of headspace! i am pretty lucky, and it makes me laugh when i tell people i live on the beach in ireland and they're shocked, like they've forgotten that ireland is an island. i can imagine missing gorgeous beaches while you're in new york, do you get to go back to where you grew up a lot to visit beaches there at least? please, if you ever want to come to ireland for a vacation, let me know and i'll tell you the best places to stay! i'm glad you're doing well being a human, though i would laugh if your boyfriend wasn't telling you that you were walking like an ape randomly. however, i feel like he'd probably be a good boyfriend that would give you a heads up! i can just imagine how much fun playing with those ape arms was, though -- and working with them, of course! it really is, and my parents are who i always want to blab to first when i start a new project. and in my head, i'm like, they're not in the industry, who they going to tell? but yes, as soon as you can tell me anything about your new projects, please share them with me! though i can finally talk about my project, bad apples, that i've just finished filming! and thank you, i figured i needed the best outfit to be your cheerleader, so next time you're on a set, let me know and i'll show up. || @teaguehq

[fruvittea]

whispers in the rain part three ✧˚ · .

— ✺ pairing: jay x reader x jake

— ✺ genre: slice of life, angst, suggestive, fluff, childhood best friend, love triangle, college au, slow burn

—✺ synopsis: jay is your childhood best friend. that’s all he will ever be. a summer with jay and his friends changes how you feel for him when jake comes into your life. and jay begins to think that was a mistake.

—✺ warnings: also the members are aged up a bit, specifically niki, so he can have alcohol LOL

—✺ word count: 1.8k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | ...

The vacation was in full swing, and Jay was happy—genuinely happy. He watched you laugh with Jake during breakfast, the two of you whispering about some inside joke from your trip to town the day before. You look radiant, your eyes shining with a sort of joy he hadn’t seen in a while. And for some reason he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

She’s finally having fun, he thought to himself, and the warmth of pride settled in his chest. You deserved this. You deserved to branch out, to meet people who made you smile the way Jake did.

The rest of the group buzzed with excitement about their plans for the night. “Let’s hit the bars downtown,” Jungwoo suggested, scrolling through his phone. “I found this place with live music that looks pretty fun.”

Niki, ever the instigator, clapped his hands. “Finally! Time to turn up.”

Everyone agreed eagerly, including you, and before long, the house was alive with the sound of showers running, music blasting, and the chaos of young adults rifling through their suitcases for the perfect outfit. 

Jay didn’t think much about the preparations until you emerged from your room. He was leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone, when he glanced up and froze.

—

You had been having so much fun while on vacation. Being in a place you have never been before. With people you are beginning to know. It all has been wonderful—sun drenched mornings, lazy afternoons, and laughter filled nights. And tonight you were going out and having fun. But something felt off. 

Jake is so incredible—funny, kind, and so attentive it made your chest ache. He has a way of making you feel seen, his compliments coming so naturally. You couldn’t help but wonder if he memorized them or not. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel this special. 

And yet, there was a nagging thought in the back of your mind that refused to leave. 

You haven't spent much time with Jay. The whole reason you said yes to even going on this vacation. It was Jay. 

It wasn’t for lack of trying. He’d been around, always somewhere in the background, but things were different. Normally, the two of you would find little moments just for yourselves, creating a bubble that on one else could break into. Now with this trip, it had popped. He seemed content staying on the sidelines, happy to let Jake take over. 

It wasn’t like you wanted Jay to monopolize your time, but his absence felt strange. Unsettling. You…missed him.

Still, Jake made it hard to dwell on that too long. He had a way of drawing you in, whether it was with his quick wit or the way that he listened so intently whenever you spoke. He made you feel lighter, freer, and you couldn’t help but bask in his attention. 

But tonight wasn’t the night to focus on such things. Everyone had agreed to go out, you wanted to have fun and you spent more time getting ready than usual, carefully perfecting your look. A leopard print top that hugged your figure, a black mini skirt, and slim black boots with a thin heel. You took your time scrolling through Pinterest trying to figure out what makeup look to do until finalizing on a sultry smokey makeup look that was just enough for tonight. To save yourself time from curling your hair, you simply straighten it, letting it fall down your back. 

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, put on some lipstick, and walked out into the living room where Jay was leaning against the counter waiting for everyone to come out their rooms. 

—

Jay blinked twice. 

He watched you straighten your skirt and adjust your bag. 

“Is it too much?” The nervousness in your voice made him take a deep breath in. Your eyes sparkled with your makeup. 

“Wow, y/n you look amazing,” Jungwon said, breaking the silence. You looked to your right to see him dressed in a simple black button up tucked into black pants with a belt. “Don’t worry you didn’t do too much, it is perfect.” He flashed you a smile putting his hand on your back before making his way to the living room. 

The whole time Jay had his eyes on you and couldn’t help but have a slight reaction to Jungwon’s flirtatious hand placement. He swallowed hard, quickly looking away. His mind wrestled with the thought that popped up unbidden: She looks beautiful. He shook it off. Of course you looked beautiful. You always did. That wasn’t new. What was new was the tight feeling in his chest, the inexplicable urge to tell you to stay home. He ignored it. 

“Yeah it’s not too much. You look good.” He said. 

“Alright, are we ready? The Uber is on it’s way!” Sunoo flashed his phone before making his way to the front door.

“Wait, I thought someone was driving?” You turned to go to the door.

“Pfft, no, we all wanna have fun tonight.” Niki gave you a wink before following Sunoo out the door. 

—

The streets were alive with the energy of the summer nightlife. Strings of lights adorned the lampposts, and music spilled out of every bar you all walked passed. The group was all smiles, dressed to impress and ready to have a good time. 

After a bit of wandering Heesung found the bar with live music and snagged a table near the stage. The bang was setting up, and the air buzzed with anticipation. 

Jake, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for you. You thanked him with a smile that Jay couldn’t help but notice lingered a second too long. The group ordered drinks, laughing and shouting over the noise as they debated what to get. Jay stuck to beer, while you opted for a fruity cocktail that came in a ridiculous glass. 

“Cheers to the best summer yet.” Sunghoon raised his glass.

“Cheers!” Everyone echoed clinking glasses. 

The band started playing, and the music was infectious. It wasn’t long before people were swaying in their seats or getting up to dance. Jake leaned in closer to you, his arm brushing yours as he pointed out something about the band’s ead guitarist. The way he leaned in to whisper jokes, his breath warm against your ear, made your cheeks flush.��

But even as you laughed, your eyes kept drifting to Jay. 

He was quieter than usual, sticking close to Jungwonn and Sunoo, his playful demeanor subdued. You couldn’t help but steal a few glances of him from across the table, the way his eyes lingered on the band playing, his fingers drumming his glass like he was lost in thought. 

Little did you know, Jay caught the little interactions between you and Jake from the corner of his eye. Jake wasn’t doing anything wrong—he was being a friend, perhaps a little more friendly to his liking, but still he wasn’t doing anything wrong and for some reasons he couldn’t stop watching. 

Sunoo nudged him. “You good Jay?”

Jay blinked, realizing he hasn’t said much in a while. “Yeah, just enjoying the music.”

Sunoo gave him a knowing look but didn’t press further. 

—

As the night went on, the drinks flowed, and everyone got a little tipsy. The shy inhibitions that had lingered earlier were gone now, replaced by laughter and the occasional bold move. The boys had gone all over the place, chatting it up with strangers, and ordering more drinks at the bar. 

Meanwhile Jake and you were laughing as something together not leaving the table ever since you entered the bar. And then he leaned in, his lips closed to your ear.

“I forgot to mention how beautiful you look tonight.” His voice so low only you could hear. 

“Don’t make me laugh Jake, thats the alcohol talking.” You turn you head to meet his eyes. 

“Partially so, but hey, drunk words are sober thoughts.” His smile sends a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help but turn away bashfully as he reassured you he meant what he said. 

Out of your view was Jay sitting at the bar sipping on his second beer. Jay’s jaw clenched. “You’ve been staring at them for the last ten minutes,” Jungwon said, sliding into the seat next to him.

“What? No I haven’t.”

“You have,” Jungwon said plainly, sipping his drink. “You’re happy for her, right?” That she’s having fun?”

“Of course I am,” Jay’s response was immediate. Too immediate. 

“Hmm.”

Jay turned to him, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jungwon shrugged. “Nothing. Just…it’s funny how you’re the only one not having fun right now.”

Jay opened his mouth to argue, but Jungwon was already walking away to an almost drunk Heesung and Niki, leaving him with his thoughts. Jay downed his drink before quickly asking for another. 

He tried to focus on the band, on the rhythm of the music, on anything but the way Jake’s hand rested on the back of your chair or the way your laugh seemed louder when Jake was the one making you smile.

It’s fine, he told himself. He just missed his best friend a bit and that was all. This is what what you wanted. She’s finally branching out.

—

At some point, you excused yourself to go to the restroom. Jay saw his chance and followed, waiting just outside the hallway leading to the restrooms. When you emerged he caught your arm gently. 

“Hey, you okay Jay?” You smiled as you felt his hand reach for you. 

“Yeah, yeah of course! Are you okay?” He asked. 

You looked at him, surprised. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He hesitated. “I just…you’ve been spending a lot of time with Jake. I wanted to make sure he’s not, you know, making you uncomfortable or anything.”

You tilted your head, studying him. Was this his jealous way of saying he missed you? “Jay, Jake’s been great. Why would you think he’s making me uncomfortable? 

“I don’t know. I just…I worry about you.”

You smiled softly, and for a moment, Jay felt like the two of you were back in high school, just you and him against the world. 

“I’m fine Jay. You don’t need to worry about me so much.” 

But I do, he wanted to say. The words hovered on his tongue, unspoken. Instead, he nodded, stepping aside to let you slip past him. You put a reassuring hand on his forearm giving it a gentle squeeze before making your way back to the empty seat beside Jake. He watched as you walked back to your seat, where Jake was waiting with that easy smile of his. 

Jay stayed in the hallway for a moment, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath.

Maybe Jungwon was right. Maybe he wasn’t as okay with this as he thought. 

[pretchatta]

le pire, c'est toi et moi

Ekko mourns the fallen, what could have been, and what can never be. Until he is proven wrong.

rating: general; ekko/happiness ekko/jinx; 1.2k words

SPOILERS FOR THE FINAL EPISODE OF ARCANE SEASON 2

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Ekko sat on the ledge, looking out over the rooftops of Zaun. Beneath him, windows glowed with golden light to ward off the growing evening darkness. His eyes wandered over the vista without seeing any of it.

He fingered the piece of paper in his hand. Thought about the name written on it. Contemplated the emptiness that gnawed inside him, how it was tied to the name on that paper, hating how familiar the feeling was to him.

The other Ekko didn’t know loss like he did. 

How he wished he had lived his life mourning only one death. Losing one person in a single tragic accident was nowhere near losing countless friends, loved ones, acquaintances, followers, even strangers to senseless violence and a pointless war. It was nothing compared to losing a friend to the darkness within herself, having to face her as an enemy, trying to save her anyway -- and then losing even that.

His heart ached. It ached for Zaun and everything its citizens had suffered over the years. It ached for the Firelights and everything they’d fought for; for the ones who hadn’t made it to see the new, tentative peace that was growing with Piltover. It ached for Benzo, who had given him so much and then been extinguished like he was nothing. It ached for Powder and Jinx and everything they’d had in that other universe where everything was brighter. He had tasted that small sip of happiness and then turned away from it, never to return, forever feeling haunted by it.

He knew Jayce had gone through hell to come back home; Ekko had given up heaven.

It was right that he had, of course. That world had reminded him of what he had been fighting for. It had rekindled his hope and his drive to make things better in his own world. He couldn’t help but long for it nonetheless.

He trailed his fingertips over the dirt-encrusted stone of the ledge. The last time he’d sat here, legs hanging over the edge, looking over the rooftops, it had been with her. With Powder. He’d asked her to pretend like it was the first time, and even though that hadn’t been pretend for him, in that moment he had pretended - pretended her world was real and he was allowed to stay there, pretended he’d never lost her to her own demons. Now that single moment of fantasy would have to last him the rest of his life.

Glowing pinpricks of light started to rise from the bridge between Zaun and Piltover. Within moments more followed suit, columns of embers drifting upwards from all across the city. Ekko’s eyes finally focused and he reached into his pocket. 

Taking his lighter, he ignited the paper in his hand. It caught immediately and he let it slip from his fingers and float upwards, riding tiny currents of air on its way up to join the stars. He followed its progress with his gaze, watching its simple, stark contrast against the night’s sky.

He’d made sure the names of the fallen Firelights had made it to the right Zaun memorials. Some of them still had friends and family left to mourn them, but not all did. They only had him. Heimerdinger’s name would be burning from somewhere in Piltover, no doubt several times over as his colleagues and admirers mourned his disappearance, but Ekko had still put his own token in too.

Ekko was sure Vi would have put Jinx’s name up there. He was sure plenty of Zaunites would too; such was the effect she’d had on her home. No-one would be forgetting Jinx any time soon.

Which left him to remember a name that, more likely than not, wouldn’t be remembered by anyone else. A name that was, to him, now more than a childhood friend and crush. More than a little girl forced to grow up too soon, who got swept up in class conflict and power struggles. It was now also a woman raised by loving fathers surrounded by a happy family, mourning her sister, and left behind to live in paradise.

Somehow, he’d lost both of them.

Ekko didn’t know how many other Powders lived in how many other universes but he was sure they all shared her traits: a brilliant mind; a tenacious fighter; a fierce protector. 

A big fat hero.

He watched Powder’s name join the countless others floating into the sky and his heart ached more than it ever had.

“I sure hope that didn’t have my name on it.��

The voice cut through his inner turmoil like a clear bell chime ringing over a crowded street. Ekko leapt to his feet and spun around, stumbling on the lip of the ledge in his haste. A hand shot out to grab his arm before he could topple backwards.

“Careful-”

“Jinx!” He cut off whatever she’d been about to say by lurching forward and wrapping his arms tightly around her slight frame. 

“Does this make us even?” she mumbled into his shoulder. Even as she spoke, he felt her relax and return the hug. 

He pulled back enough to look into her eyes. “How are- how did you- what happened?”

“It’s actually a pretty boring story. Blah blah shimmer, blah blah ventilation shafts - I’m here now.” She shrugged before shooting him a sly grin. “Don’t get all mushy on me.”

There were too many things he wanted to say anyway. He was content just to drink in the sight of her.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Same to you. And that’s actually… why I’m here.” She looked down, cropped blue hair falling over her face as she scuffed one of her boots against the floor. “I’ve spent so long being what other people made me, but when you showed up when I-” She swallowed. “You looked at me and you saw me. Even when you were talking about that Powder from that other universe, you were still seeing me, the real person underneath. I - I want to see that person too. I want to find out who I am away from all this. I want to travel, see more of the world than just Zaun and Piltover. But… I also don’t want to be alone.” She took a breath, and then looked up to meet his gaze. “So I wondered if - if you wanted to come with me.”

Ekko blinked, trying to process her words - and her presence - while unable to look away from her eyes. “What about Vi? Does she even know you’re okay?”

Jinx shrugged again. “She’ll know soon enough. But Vi needs to figure out who she is when she isn’t being everybody’s big sister. She needs to live for herself for a bit. So, what do you say?” 

He could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He smiled and took her hand.

“I’m in.”

Her smile alone was worth it.

“So, do you have a plan to get out of here?”

Jinx’s smile turned crafty, and Ekko felt something within him stir in response.

“Oh, I have an idea about that. There’s this thing I’ve always wanted to do…”