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Truly Esim

a scene draw from Emotional Support Turtle on AO3

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pairing: bsf!reader, bsf!chris, cocky!chris,

-warnings: making out, dry humping, semi smut

might make a part two lemme know :)

“How the fuck is he in the black hole?”, Chris said

“He just is. idk man i’ve never been in one”, you replied

“damn, i forgot”, chris laughs

“just watch the movie bro”

marked by the tide🌊

dilf!jake sully x reader

Summary: when you and Jake finally get some alone time without the kids, you use it to explore the newly discovered sea.. among other things along the way.

Tags: soft smut, missionary, fluff, y/n replaces Neytiri in this story, fingering, foreplay, cum-eating making out and basically just other sex things🌝 MDNI

A/n: so I’m writing a longer Jake fic rn but I just know it’s gonna take me a while because I have like no attention span- and I wanted to get a fic out tonight for you guys.. so here it is 🤍NOT PROOFREAD

You and Jake rarely got alone time, so when you did, it was highly cherished.

Like right now.

You’re both carefully walking along the beaches of Awa’atlu, the Metkayina island where Tonowari and Ronal had been so kind to let you stay for safety.

You both knew you needed a break like this, some time away in each others arms.

With kids like yours, it’s hard to even keep up. Especially when Neteyam and Lo’ak are getting into fights with the Olo’eyktan’s son.

But you really didn’t want to think about that right now, not while you and your mate are trying to get some peace.

Eventually you find a small cave near the coast, it’s warm and lit up with bioluminescence that only shows during eclipse.

Jake leads you in gently and you blush like you used to even back when you both first met.

“This is cool, right baby?” Jake says softly as he looks up at all of the plants and the scenery.

The waves gently crash against the sand, and creates a sensual atmosphere. Before you respond, you find yourself looking Jake up and down.

“Yeah.. this is incredible.” You agree with him. And try to ignore how hot he looks right now.

It’s like all of your senses have heightened, and your hyper aware of his abs, his v-line, his thick muscular thighs and biceps.

Eywa, he has just gotten even hotter in recent years. He really has aged like fine wine.

Jake seems to notice how you’re not even looking at the surroundings, and rather at him.

He smirks slightly before he brings you closer to him, his hand naturally snaking around your slim waist.

“I can tell that you’re not looking at the cave, paskalin.”

Your eyes darken with sudden attraction as he calls you out, and you let out a small laugh as you look down.

“How could you tell so quickly?” You ask before briefly looking up into his eyes.

He smirks before bringing his five fingered hand up to brush some of your hair behind you ear.

“I can always tell when you’re flustered baby, you don’t really hide it very well.”

You smile and shake your head, he knows you too well.

Jake face hovers above yours as his hand reaches down to softly grip your high, he hikes it up over his hip and you instinctively wrap your leg around his slutty waist.

His bare cock hangs heavy against his lower abdomen, hard and waiting.

But Jake is never the type of guy to just have sex only for his gain, he’s always a giver and loves to see you squirming in pleasure underneath him.

Your tweng is askew and you feel the cold breeze coming from the waves on your lower region.

Jake’s face lowers until his lips are against yours, and he mutters something.

“What do you want, baby? My fingers?”

You nod immediately and can’t find the strength to speak, you always feel weak and submissive when he speak to you in that tone.

He smirks before then kissing you, softly at first but he grows more confident and his tongue parts your lips- you don’t dare to stop him.

His hand creeps lower until he reaches the meeting of your thighs, his thumb runs down your slit and parts your lips to lightly ghost over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your hips suddenly buck up and you let out a sudden moan into his mouth. Your tongues swirl together as he fully presses his calloused thumb against your clit again.

He begins to circle it gently and you can’t help but break the kiss so you can tilt your head back and let out a loud high pitched moan that nearly echoes in the cave.

Jake takes the opportunity to move his lips to your exposed neck and begin to mark you with dark lovebites.

He then moves his other finger to gently circle your entrance. He then pushes it in, and quickly puts in a second before you can get used to his thick fingers.

You eyes roll back as he scissors them and pushes against that special spongey spot that he knows you love.

You hips buck again and continuous moans tumble from your lips.

Especially when his mouth reaches your breasts, and his lips are quick to latch onto one of your erect nipples and bite teasingly to test your reaction.

It just makes you moan and move one of your hands to the back of his head and push to make sure he doesn’t move.

His fingers eventually coax you to a climax and it hits hard, his lips leave your chest so he can kiss you against swallow the unholy level moans that leave you.

You arch into him, your breasts squeezing against his chest.

When he removes his fingers, he brings them to your mouth and you eagerly lick your own juices off of them.

Your eyes are wild with desire and pure ecstasy, and Jake feeds off of that.

He lets out a low groan as he moves to make his cock purposely grind against your slit, a vein catches on your still very sensitive clit.

You let out a gasp and jolt subconsciously.

You then feel his tip meeting your entrance,

“Please.. Jake please don’t tease me~” you let out a needy whine.

He then suddenly begins to push into you excruciatingly slowly and you push your hips up to make him be quicker.

When he finally bottoms out. You both have to take a deep breath before either one of you moves.

Even after 3 kids, you never get tired of how big his dick is.

You’re both absolutely spent.

You’re now gently laying on his chest, still both naked, and your thigh is draped over his hips.

Jake’s breaths are very deep, you can feel the rise and fall of his chest. You think he’s falling asleep, but you ache too much to care.

You ask him a mumbled question, and when he doesn’t respond, you realise he really is asleep.

And so you decide you might as well have a small nap too, you hoped nobody would find you two like this.

Your eyes eventually flutter shut, and you fall into a dream state, head against Jake’s chest and in the most comfortable position you would want to be in.

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I was first informed by the kind @revesephemeres who told me that the first post sue (the owner of @/bingsuebing) had copied was mine. a few minutes later, I received an ask from an anon also letting me know that sue had stolen my fic, along with some other writers' fics.

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Jason Todd x Female Pop Star!Reader

cw: Reader was Jason’s best friend before he died. They’re both adults now. Yearning, unrequited love (kinda?). Reader is a famous pop star. No use of Y/N. She/her pronouns used. Not much dialogue (cause I suck at it). readers dad has/had cancer.

a/n: first time writing for Jason!!! I’m kinda nervous ngl 😭

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You thought of him constantly. When you were cooking, in the shower, sleeping, and every time you wrote a song. All your hit songs had been about him. Every single one of them.

You missed him, a lot. He had been your best friend while the two of you were in school. And if you were being honest, you had always had feeling for him. But you didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

You met Jason in the school library. You were both reaching for the last copy of Pride and Prejudice, your favorite Jane Austen book. He let you have it, but it was like at that moment, the universe decided you’d run into each other until you got close.

You saw him in the halls every day, sometimes he would give you a wave, and every time you went to the library he was there. You would sit down at a table that had the best view of where he was and study him. You memorized the shade of blue his eyes were (a greenish blue, almost teal), the pattern of his curls (god you just wanted to run your fingers through them), the way his eyebrows would slightly scrunch together when he was deeply invested in a book, and his side profile. You loved his side profile so much (you just loved his face in general).

You didn’t really know how the two of you became friends, one day he just asked you for book recommendations and suddenly you were hanging out almost every day. He even invited you to his adoptive father’s manor. The Bruce Wayne’s manor.

When intoruducing you to his family, he’d tell them your name then say “she’s my best friend”. The butler, Alfred, gave him a knowing look, a look you didn’t see. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently if you had.

He invited you to stay for dinner, you declined and said your mom was probably waiting for you to get home. She wasn’t, you were just too nervous. Being with Jason for long periods of time made your heart race and your palms sweat.

Now you wished you had accepted the invitation.

But back then, you were terrified of your feelings. Jason Todd was your first real crush. And the fact that you were even friends with him amazed you. You didn’t want to mess anything up.

You two didn’t really hang out at the manor, he mostly came over to your house. You told him about your dreams of being a pop star and even showed him some of the song you were working on. He made suggestions like “you should make this part a little faster” and “maybe make that note a little higher”, and you always followed them. They made your song special. He even helped you write the lyrics at times.

Later on in your friendship, he told you his deepest secret. He was Robin. The Robin who patrolled the streets of Gotham at night with Batman. And Bruce Wayne was Batman.

It didn’t hit you until later that night when you were about to fall asleep: your best friend was a superhero.

It amazed you how he could fight crime almost every night while not having any powers. And it certainly didn’t make you like him any less, in fact, your crush grew bigger.

When you found out your dad had cancer, your world almost collapsed. And it would’ve, if Jason hadn’t been there. He held you, comforted you, allowed you to cry.

You tried to hold on your tears the first few times he asked how you were doing. Then he caught on.

“You know it’s okay to cry, right?” He asked one gloomy afternoon as the two of you sat in his bedroom. “You don’t have to hold it all in when you’re around me.”

And just like that, you broke. You started out by just softly crying in your hands until he pulled you into a hug. Soon enough, your snot and tears were on his hoodie, but he didn’t mind, he just continued to hold you.

Your dad ended up in remission, thank god. If he hadn’t survived, you genuinely didn’t know what you would’ve done. Especially if Jason wasn’t there. The truth is, you probably would’ve ended up in a ditch somewhere in Crime Alley.

You thought your life was getting better, you thought you’d finally be happy. Your dad was healthy and you and Jason’s friendship was brewing with tension. Then the phone call came.

When you saw it was the manors number calling you, you immediately thought it was Jason.

“Hi Jay! I was actually just working on a song and I need your opinion,” you said into the phone.

Someone cleared their throat, someone who was not Jason. A British accent made you realize you were speaking to Alfred. “Miss, I have some news and I’d advise you to sit down before you hear it.”

You obediently followed his instructions and sat down on the couch. “What is it Alfred? Is Jason okay?”

There was a sigh. Not a sigh of annoyance, but one of sadness and guilt. “I’m so sorry Miss, but Jason died last night.”

You went completely still and your breath got stuck in your throat. You couldn’t comprehend his words, Jason Todd was not dead. He was Robin, and being Robin basically meant he was magic and couldn’t die, right?

“W-what? You’re joking, right? I mean you have to be, Jason can’t be dead, he’s Robin!”

“I’m very sorry Miss, but I’m afraid it’s true. He died last night,” Alfred gently told you.

“How?” You regretted asking as soon as the word left your mouth.

Another sad sigh came from the other line. “The joker. He… beat him to death with a crowbar, then there was an explosion. I’m sorry, I really am.”

A sob escaped your throat. “No, you’re lying. Jason’s not dead, he’s Robin. He can’t die. He…he just can’t.”

“I’m sorry Miss, but it’s true.”

You hung up the phone out of denial and anger. Your Jason Todd was not dead. You took a few shaky breaths to calm the tears that threatened to spill and called Jason’s number. It went straight to voicemail.

That was the moment you realized Jason Todd, your best friend and crush, was really dead. He always answered the phone for you, no matter what. And that was the moment your world collapsed.

You didn’t get out of bed for a week until your parents forced you to go to school. You ate lunch alone that day, and didn’t step foot near the library. A week later you burned your copy of Pride and Prejudice and hid all your photos of him in the back of your closet, you didn’t want any reminders of him.

Two weeks after the phone call you finally let yourself cry. Snot and tears covered your pillow but you didn’t care. You cried and cried until there was no more tears left.

“It’s okay to cry.”

Those words were your moto. Every time you wanted to cry, you did. You stopped holding in your emotions. It helped a lot.

You continued to write songs, most of them were related to Jason, and after high school you decided to put them out into the world.

Your songs became popular overnight, everyone loved them. And soon enough, you had a group of fans that kept on growing.

No one knew who your most popular songs were about. No one knew who JT was in the credits of your songs. And they didn’t need to know.

When you were performing on stage, you lied and said you loved those songs just as much as your fans did. No one knew that singing those songs felt like getting your heart torn into a million pieces again.

When you were writing a new song you always asked yourself if Jason would like it. He probably would, he had loved all of your early songs.

You missed him. A lot. You just wanted your best friend back.

Little did you know, Jason Todd was alive and wanted you back too.