#copilot sleepover

[mattsundaes-interact]

dearest Dee,

it only seems right that since you’re filling my inbox with such sweet things, I come in for a little spice.

I would love to know what you think Kayce Dutton’s kinks are. as many as you’re willing to provide.

please and thank you. xo

Kayce Dutton's Kinks

Kayce Dutton x f!reader

NSFW 18+ content below the cut

OUTDOOR SEX - Ranch life means that you’re bound to spend quite a lot of time outdoors—be it in the fields, down by the water, or out in the woods. Either way, when Kayce wants you, he wants you. And for him, there’s no waiting until you both return to the house as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. No, the moment you begin to shuck off your top layers under the heat of the midday sun, a sheen of sweat across your shoulders, Kayce’s patience snaps. He’ll have you right there against a tree, holding you in his arms as he rocks his hips up into you, dragging his lips down the side of your neck. 

ORAL SEX - This man will take advantage of any opportunity he gets to pleasure you with his mouth (and he’s damn good at it). Kayce loves the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair as he laps broad strokes through your folds before thrusting his tongue into your mound until you’re a writhing, whining mess beneath the firm grip of his callused hands on your thighs. (Can we just take a moment to acknowledge that thing he does with his tongue sometimes? Darting it out over his bottom lip while he's smiling with teeth? Yeah.)

PRAISE (giving) - Kayce has a habit of complimenting you all the time, he just can’t help it. So naturally, this means that he also enjoys giving gratuitous amounts of praise in the bedroom, his teeth scraping against the shell of your ear as he tells you how well you’re taking him, his husky drawl crawling up your spine. And he loves to watch the way your mouth parts for him when he tilts your chin upward, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

DIRTY TALK - Praise isn’t the only talking that Kayce does during sex—there’s plenty more use for that accent of his. First and foremost, this man is a loving, doting partner that can leave your nerve endings tingling with the softest, most sensual lovemaking you’ve ever known in your life. But when the mood is right, he’s also got a filthy goddamn mouth. He knows exactly what to say to get you going, be it words muttered in your ear in public as he comes up behind you with his hands planted firmly on your waist, or the dirty things that fall from his lips as he’s fucking you senseless.

THIGH RIDING - There’s just something about the sight of you shamelessly riding one of his denim-clad thighs on the couch, in a chair, or up against a wall that just drives Kayce absolutely fucking crazy. 

BREEDING - Regardless of whether the two of you actually intend to have children, be it safe sex or not, talking about it while he’s fucking you makes Kayce more than a little feral. Essentially, there’s a whole lot of creampies happening here. He can’t get enough of filling you up with his cum (and the sight of it dripping down your thighs afterward). 

CLOTHES - The first time you waltzed into the bedroom wearing nothing but your underwear and one of Kayce’s shirts, he may or may not have lost his mind a little bit (and proceeded to fuck you into the mattress within moments). Needless to say, he loves the sight of you in his clothes.

SHOWER SEX - The warm intimacy of shower sex is unparalleled for Kayce, both of you soaking wet and plastered together as he slowly, lovingly takes you apart. 

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[mattsundaes-interact]

hi, my sunshine person

I am coming into your inbox to ask you for your absolute most depraved thoughts about a Bradshaw. either of them will do. just one of them.

fair is fair.

you always know exactly how to make my brain short circuit 🧡

so here's the thing. when it comes to my beloved, goofy daddy Nick Bradshaw, it's all soft, tender, silly thoughts. but Rooster?

-> 18+

Content: NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v, switch!Bradley, creampies, oral sex, spit kink

Bradley loves to see you splayed out beneath him, mouth hanging open, back arching upwards, and fingers digging into the mattress as he fucks you until you can’t think straight. He loves when you gasp for him to fill you up, when you’re so goddamn needy for it, you’re crawling back into his lap and stroking his softening cock for more while his cum is still dripping out of your cunt. He knows he could fuck you past the brink of overstimulation, and you’d still be begging for it. 

But some nights, he wants something else.

Those nights find him at your mercy, his hard shaft straining against the thin fabric of his boxers as you ride his face. He can’t even be bothered to dig the heel of his palm into his throbbing, leaking cock, because he’s too pussy drunk on your breathy, unabashed moans each time he laps another firm, broad stroke through your soaked folds. 

When you eventually settle down into his lap, engulfing his length in the wet, sticky warmth of your cunt, Bradley could easily grasp your hips, fucking up into you until you’re writhing in his arms, coming for him once more. But instead, he’ll gaze up at you patiently as you use him as you please, easing up and down on his shaft, relishing each push and drag that stretches open your tight, soaked channel until you reach your climax.

And it’s then, when his thigh muscles have begun to burn from restraint, when his cock is fucking aching with the pressure of his impending release, that he lets his head fall back against the wall—only for you to firmly pull on his hair, his pupils blown wide with lust as his lips fall open of their own accord. Because when you lean down and spit in his mouth, that’s what finally sends him hurtling over the edge, fingers roughly digging into your sides as he chokes out a moan and comes so hard the edges of his vision go white. 

[mattsundaes-interact]

hello bestie, my love, the apple of my eye x

can we please hear your thoughts on the following subject:

Leto Atreides, my beloved. You beautiful, perfect man.

At his core, Leto Atreides is a genuinely noble man. He's not only a strong leader, but he's a good leader—he's a good man. Steadfast in his morals and ethics while also unfailingly compassionate, he's the portrait of an ideal ruler.

Leto carries the weight of his rule on his shoulders with a natural grace. He's focused. He's determined. His confidence is becoming.

He's fucking captivating.

But behind closed doors, when Leto Atreides is alone with you, he revels in the opportunity to cast aside obligation, to let go of power, to be vulnerable.

For you, Leto will drop to his fucking knees.

18+ NSFW smut below the cut.

When he makes his way to your chambers as twilight falls each evening, the sight of you spread invitingly across the silk sheets of your bed never fails to make his breath hitch in his throat. There's reverence and adoration and need in his eyes as the caress of a warm breeze through the open balcony door ruffles the thin, gauzy shift that covers your body, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. Yet even as his cock strains painfully hard in his pants, Leto's in no rush to plunge inside of the wet heat between your thighs.

He has another carnal need to sate—one that finds him kneeling between your legs on the mattress as he gently pushes them apart, fingers swiping through your dripping folds for but a moment before his mouth is attached your cunt.

Leto laps at your entrance like a man starved, fingers gripping your hips tightly as your juices thoroughly soak his thick beard. And for all the sounds of pleasure that pass your lips as you buck up into the steady pressure of his tongue on your swollen clit, he sounds equally wrecked, the moans in his throat vibrating against your clenching walls. And should you tangle your fingers in his curls and tug, he'll whimper as he desperately ruts his own hips into the bed.

Some nights, Leto will pull you on top of him, his shaft leaking profusely with the need to be suffocated by way of his face buried in your cunt. But even as his cock throbs and aches, Leto won't touch himself yet, not until you're screaming and shaking and as you gush all over his tongue.

And sometimes, he's helpless but to give in to his own dizzying pleasure at the taste of you, letting loose a strangled whine as his cock spurts thick and wet in his pants.

But when he can hold out, Leto pulls you on top of him as you come down from your first climax, both of you shuddering as he swiftly sheaths himself in the tight heat that awaits him. For all of the positions that he takes you in, this is his favorite—prone and flat underneath of you as you ride his cock, your fingers laced together as you pin his hands above him, cunt clamping down on him hard when you milk every last drop of his seed from him as he fills you to the brim with cum.

[mattsundaes-interact]

Dads best friend Santi 🥵 just. Teasing you throughout dinner. In my household tea is a really big thing after dinner so like serving tea and the eye contact while handing him his cup and trying not to spill it everywhere? Trembling hands? Setting up the guest room for him and he walks in? Midnight hour makeout session? 🫢

(hello my beloved i hope this tickles your fancy. also i went super overboard so ENJOY I GUESS??? i'm going to Hell)

Dad's Best Friend

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

Surviving visits from your dad's best friend, Santiago Garcia, is nothing but a losing battle for your resolve.

Content: NSFW 18+, smut, age gap, forbidden relationship, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie (author does not recommend seducing your dad's bestie IRL please!!!!! mucho inappropriate, etc.)

Santiago's younger than your dad, but he's still older than you. And he's still your dad's best fucking friend. Despite those facts, all reasonable thoughts fly swiftly out the window any time he comes knocking for what's recently turned into regular visits.

(And sometimes, when you're a moaning, gasping mess pumping a slick, lubricated vibrator in and out of your cunt the morning before those visits—in an attempt to at least stave off some of the downright feral horniness the man brings out in you—you're fucking convinced that Santiago winks at you every time you open the door to let him in.)

You've choked on your food during dinner on several occasions while you've been distracted staring at the way Santiago has a habit of unconsciously playing with his butter knife at the table, spinning it around in his thin, dexterous fingers.

More than once, when your dad sometimes decides to turn the conversation to your love life (in which he'll typically grumble about how much he didn't like the last guy you brought home), you've caught Santiago staring at you. Hard. It's a fucking searing gaze—and you can't help but clench your thighs together underneath the table in response.

(And when he turns to your dad with what's turned into his classic response, "Call me when she's bringing boys home, and I'll come over and straighten them out," he always has the audacity to smirk at you afterward.)

You have no idea why you continue to offer to be the one to serve tea after dinner when Santiago's there, because it's an olympic sport trying to hide the trembling of your hands as you bend down in front of him with the cup. (And you're still trying to figure out how he stopped you from dropping it one time, firmly wrapping his hands around yours while his eyes remained trained on your face.)

Sometimes, Santiago stays the night. And after the first time he startled you while you were making the bed in the guest room, standing there leaning against the doorway with a lazy smirk on his face, you start making sure you're wearing one of the shorter sundresses from your closet whenever you have to perform the chore.

(One time, while you're bent over and reaching out across the mattress to fluff the pillows—and maybe you forgot to put on underwear that day, it's an honest mistake—you find yourself caged in against the edge of the bed. Santi's breath tickles the hair at the nape of your neck, and his voice is rough as he says, "I'm not going to be able to control myself if you keep doing this, sweetheart.")

(He walks away, and the rest of the visit carries on as if nothing happened.)

Even though the guest room is located directly beside yours, that alone can never stop you from resisting the urge to shuck off your clothes and plunge your fingers into your soaking wet mound the moment you turn in for the evening.

(Sometimes, after you're finished, you fucking swear you hear the wet slapping of skin through the thin walls between yours and the guest room.)

All bets are officially off when Santiago stops by one hot summer day to drop something off for your dad while he's at work, only to come in through the back gate to find you lounging in the pool in a bikini. The only thing more shocking than your invitation to him to come in for a dip to cool off...is the fact that he obliges you. ("I shouldn't be doing this," he says, "but you also shouldn't be moaning so loud the whole house can hear you when you're finger fucking yourself at night.")

(His idea of teaching you how to be more quiet is pulling you into his lap as he sits down on the ladder. And as you're both still submerged under the water, he challenges you to swallow down each and every moan as he hooks a finger into your bathing suit bottoms and fingers you right there in your goddamn pool.)

The next time Santiago visits, you both run into one another on your way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. "I fucking can't stop thinking about you," he groans before pinning you up against the wall with a bruising kiss.

Stolen kisses become a ritual for the two of you when he's at your house—chaste ones in the kitchen when he slips in to put his dirty dishes in the sink, languid ones against the washing machine when he catches you doing the laundry, reckless ones on your porch when you find an excuse to walk him out the nights that he doesn't stay.

But Santiago Garcia won't have sex with you, and it's driving you insane. So if you purposely invite a guy over for dinner on a night that Santi's also there, well. The jealousy burning in his gaze all throughout dinner is certainly worth it. And when you walk into your room to go to sleep later that evening, you're startled to find Santiago sitting on your bed waiting for you, arms crossed.

Putting far too much trust in the meager lock on your door handle, Santiago Garcia fucks you right into your mattress that night. He fucks you so hard and filthy, your pussy is still throbbing when you wake up the next morning, cum dripping from your folds onto your sheets.

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[mattsundaes-interact]

Indulge me 🥺🥺😭😭 cuz I feel most of us have been in a similar senario

Say ur at a bar and a guy is making you CLEARLY uncomfortable. Maybe it’s a date gone wrong or just a guy won’t leave you alone

You don’t know the boys but they are at the bar. How do you think each of them would react? Cuz I can’t foresee any of them just leaving a girl uncomfortable and alone with a guy, all of them are protective and drink respect women juice (except Tom but he ded lol)

Could I just get a lil head canons or short senarios? Would they pretend to be your boyfriend or sn old friend? Would santi and Frankie team up to fight the guy? Tell me ur thoughts 😭

Baaaaaaabe yes. I love this so much. This kind of meet cute makes me swoon so hard! There's not a doubt in my mind that none of these boys would be able to stand by and watch a girl who's clearly in an uncomfortable, unwanted situation.

The Triple Frontier Boys Rescue You at the Bar

BENNY

I stand by my commentary here that Benny Miller and fake dating go hand-in-hand. He's an expert, willing participant in this department of deception.

Benny's standing with a drink in his hands, leaning against a high table as Will, Santiago, and Frankie are deep in conversation. His attempts to be an active participant in whatever they're discussing are a losing battle, though, as his attention continues to stray to where you're laughing with friends on the dance floor. Try as you might to brush off the repeated advances of a man who seems to continuously keep trying to dance with you, even the glares of your friends aren't putting him off.

So Benny takes it upon himself to make his way out onto the dance floor, arriving beside you just as the creep's hands are reaching out for your waist. Taking a chance, Benny places an arm around your shoulder, pressing his mouth to your ear as he murmurs, "Just go with it," before loudly announcing, "Sorry I'm late, baby," and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

Paling at Benny's height alone, the man takes off. And though Benny quickly apologizes for his forwardness, you're immediately smitten with his boyish grin, and you subtly wave your friends off as you welcome him as a dance partner.

(There's also a 99% chance that Benny finds the creep in the bathroom later and grabs the collar of his shirt, pinning him up against the wall as he says, "Learn how to take a fucking hint, asshole.")

FRANKIE AND SANTIAGO

Frankie and Santi would definitely thrive with a team approach here.

Santi and Frankie are seated in the booth beside you at the bar, and while they don't mean to eavesdrop, they share a knowing look over the rims of their cups, because they can hear the telltale signs of a terrible first date. You're clearly uncomfortable, fingers nervously fiddling with a paper straw wrapper as the man sitting across from you carries on in his attempts to hint that the two of you should head back to his place, completely oblivious to your discomfort.

As soon as the man slides out of the booth and strides over to the washroom, Frankie forcefully places his glass down on the table and turns around, sitting up slightly so his head is poking over the seat.

"No offense, but your date sounds like a creep," he says pointedly.

You smile weakly. "I've been trying to make an excuse to leave this entire time, but he's just so intense."

After asking if you'd like some help, their plan of attack involves mingling at the bar counter until your date returns to the booth. Once he does, both Santiago and Frankie approach, all easy smiles and protective posturing as they act like they're your friends who have coincidentally run into you.

When your date finally turns to them, annoyed as he tells them that you're busy on a date and would they please mind catching up later, Frankie slides in beside him, roughly clapping a hand on his back. Santi sits down beside you, swiping a fry off of the plate sitting in front of your date and popping it into his mouth with a wink.

"We'd rather catch up now. So I think you should probably leave," Santi casually comments, snatching another fry.

And Frankie squeezes the man's shoulder as he adds, "We can help you to your car, but I don't think you'd like that very much."

WILL

Will's been watching you out of the corner of his eye for nearly fifteen minutes while a man attempts to talk to you. Ever observant, he quickly clocked the discomfort in your body language the moment he approached, though he bides his time until he's certain that you need intervention. The moment you cast your eyes out across the room, like you're in search of a lifeboat, Will strides over.

Meanwhile, the man's hand has found an unwelcome place resting on your shoulder. Will doesn't bother with any sort of fake act or forced niceties for this guy—no, rather, he firmly grab's the guy's wrist, plucks it off of you, and there's a dark look in his gaze as he calmly says, "I don't think she wants to talk to you," as he puts himself between you and him.

BONUS

And as a bonus, if you're there with a group of friends and several guys are heckling you, you can bet that Will, Frankie, Santiago, and Benny won't hesitate to walk right up and ✨ escort them ✨  out of the bar. (Benny definitely throws a guy over his shoulder and carries him out the door, and Frankie's dragging another one by the collar of his shirt. Santi's pushing another one from behind, and Will doesn't even have to lay a hand on anyone, he's just advancing toward a guy with his arms crossed when the guy takes off.)

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[mattsundaes-interact]

Though I will firmly campaign for more SSKK Club (trademark pending) content at all times, I am here at 2:30 AM to politely ask for more pussy drunk/and or desperate Santi thoughts. Does the man beg. How whiny does he get? Would he let himself be lowkey manhandled into behaving? Thoughts on the matter, please (also would love to hear similar on Poe, tbh) 🎤

(Brb ordering the SSKK Club t-shirts ✨. Thanks for breaking my brain with this, I hope my internal spiral has produced results to your liking 😂)

(DESPERATE POE DAMERON, BB? That deserves it's own post. Consider the request bookmarked and noted.)

Desperate Santiago Garcia

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

Dating Santiago Garcia entails quite a busy sex life, because unsurprisingly, he can't get enough of you. But occasionally, the jobs he takes on at work can see him gone for weeks on end, so your extracurricular activities may sometimes be off the table for far longer than either of you would like.

And well...that's when Santi starts to get a bit desperate.

Content: NSFW 18+, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, cockwarming, mutual masturbation, cum eating, edging, restraints

It's times like these that you take advantage of the sexual frustration that you can feel emanating off of him in waves, because while you'd love nothing more than for Santi to fuck you right into your mattress the moment you're alone...you also like to make him wait. It's just so fucking hot to see the dominant side of him crumble, to see him on his knees for you—so desperate, begging, cock throbbing, lips plush and swollen from the way he's bitten them repeatedly in frustration. You've lost count of the amount of times he's spilled into his boxers, unable to hold back the clenching of his balls any longer while you dangle a promise—the tight suck of your warm, wet cunt on his shaft—over him like an unattainable prize.

When he's away, you like to send him teasing photos—your breasts on full display for him, your vibrator nestled in your hot core, your fingers sticky with your release as you slip them past your lips. In return, Santi calls you, and he's a mess begging you to fuck yourself on his fingers for him—to let him hear the lewd, wet sounds of you plunging in and out of your pussy—as he wraps a tight fist around his leaking cock on the other end of the phone.

Sometimes, when you pick him up at the airport, you toss the keys to him and let him drive home solely so you can slide up the hem of your dress and tease him by running two fingers through your folds as he white-knuckles the steering wheel and palms at his tented pants. (And when he erratically pulls off at a deserted rest stop, you still take your time as you maneuver your way into his lap. Pinning his arms down at his sides, you rock your hips, your wet core brushing against the denim of his jeans, and a strangled sound leaves his mouth as he bucks up into you. "You fucking love teasing me, don't you?")

Is it terrible that other times, you invite all of the boys over for dinner the night you know Santi's coming home? Probably. But in return, you get Santi sneaking out of the living room far more often than necessary to check on you while you're cooking in the kitchen. And as the sounds of a football game blare from the television, Santi's hands grasp your waist, lips brushing your ear as he groans, "Please, baby. I'm gonna fucking lose my mind. We can be quick. Please let me fuck you," as his erection presses into your backside.

(And even as you playfully bat his hands away from when they're sliding up your dress, he's already moaning into your ear as he starts to grind against your ass—he can't fucking help himself, he's whining about how goddamn hard you make him. After shooting a quick glance behind you to make sure the coast is clear, you discreetly slide down the straps of your dress, letting your breasts spill out. Santi's arms wrap around you from behind to caress them as he's choking out, "Jesus fucking Christ," and then his hips stutter as he cums hard in his pants.)

Because you can't let him off that easily, once everyone finally leaves for the night, you take your time doing the dishes and cleaning up, which is punctuated throughout with Santi's pleading that he'll do it all the next morning if you'll just please come to bed.

When you do finally get there, you turn the tables, waving around the strip of cloth that he typically uses to restrain you. Santi lets you tie his wrists to the bedposts behind his head, because he can never deny you of anything, but his cock is already a leaking mess by the time you slide his boxers off.

And once you take off your own clothes, you edge him slow and dirty until he's begging you profusely, desperate and borderline feral. He's so pussy drunk he whines for you to sit on his face first before anything else, to suffocate him while he sloppily licks his way into your dripping hole.

By the time you slide your soaked folds along his thick length, he's nearly trembling with the strength it takes not to plunge inside of you. "Let me feel you, baby, please."

When you finally untie his wrists, he hardly has the wherewithal to do anything other than wrap his arms tightly around you, whimpering when you finally sink down onto his shaft. And after he's finishing dumping what feels like a seemingly endless load of cum deep inside of you, Santi leaves his cock nestled in your tight, sensitive channel (...and you glance up to notice a fresh crack running down the bedpost that he was tied to).

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[mattsundaes-interact]

Just sharing a little thot I’m having for your sleepover…Second date with Steven and you go back to his place and oops, buddy forgot to hide the ankle chain and has to explain it to you. I would love for him to choke up trying to explain it (because of course he can’t tell you what it’s really for) and to see his reaction when you tell him you were hoping it was for something kinky. This scenario lives rent free in my head on the daily.

Nonnie YES.

I love the idea of Steven turning into a blushing mess over his ankle restraint, nervously running a hand through his hair as he desperately tries to think of a reasonable explanation. Eyes going wide as he realizes that you're fucking into it.

Because the thing is, after that, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. He'd be laying in bed in the dark, avoiding sleep and staring up at the ceiling, and upon shifting his leg and feeling the restraint in place, he'd remember your words. The way you bit your lip, eyes sparkling as you raked your gaze over his mattress. The rise and fall of your chest as you waited for him to reply.

NSFW 18+

Letting his mind wander to where he dared not while you were still there in his apartment, heat would crawl down his spine at the thoughts drifting through his head—him, restrained and naked, your mouth bobbing on his shaft before sinking down onto him, enveloping his length in the tight, wet heat between your thighs.

And at that, he'd be unable to resist snaking a hand into his sweatpants, wrapping it tightly around his hard, throbbing cock. He'd buck his hips desperately into his own touch to find his messy release, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of hot cum dripping all over his fingers.

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[mattsundaes-interact]

okay okay okay!!! the guys meeting their girls friends for the first time??

bc my friends are literally everything to me, they are my LIFEBLOOD if they don't like a guy I aint fucking around with the guy bc their judgement is waaayyyy better than mine.

how would they react? would they be nervous? would they win your friends over?

you always give me fun things to mull over, and i love it 💖 

The Triple Frontier Boys Meet Your Friends

BENNY

Benny would be entirely confident about meeting your friends up until an hour before you're set to leave, at which point some slivers of self-doubt would begin creeping in. As a general rule, it's important to Benny to be liked, he thrives on it. And given his friendly, outgoing attitude, it's not something that's ever very difficult for him to achieve—hence the natural confidence. But when he suddenly begins to contemplate what would happen if your friends don't like him? Well, it makes Benny uncharacteristically quiet on the drive over.

Uncertainty aside, Benny's an instant crowd pleaser at the table, to the point where you're almost worried that your friends might like him more than they like you, given how hard he's made them all laugh. (And when you get home, your friends immediately text you gushing over how disgustingly cute Benny acts with you.)

SANTIAGO

Santiago would, without a doubt, be the most confident about meeting your friends. I feel mean singling him out amongst the four here, but I also feel like he'd be the most likely to accidentally say or do something stupid that may or may not put your friends off at first—but then he'd do something incredibly extra to make it up to all of them later, like organizing a very frivolous charcuterie spread/party/game/movie night at your place for them.

...at which point they'd be like, "Yeah, we weren't actually mad, we were just fucking with you. You're great, we know you love her. But also thanks for the cheese and wine, bestie."

FRANKIE

Out of the four, Frankie would be the most nervous about meeting your friends. He second guesses himself enough in your own relationship as it is, so the idea of being placed under the scrutiny of your friends is nerve-wracking, to say the least.

When he meets them, he's initially shy at the beginning of the night. But your friends don't miss the way he looks over at you every so often like you've hung every star in the damn sky. As the night goes on, Frankie ends up getting more comfortable, and what stands out to them the most is how much of a gentleman he is both to you and to all of them. And while he's still convinced that he somehow messed it all up when you get back home, your ensure him he absolutely didn't because your friends are downright smitten with him.

WILL

Will may be an expert in battlefields, but there's something about the thought of meeting your friends that catches him slightly off guard. It's not that he's extraordinarily nervous, per se, but he's so used to being able to precisely calculate the situations that he's thrown into. He counts, he observes, he plans. But with this, there are so many variables.

When the night rolls around, everything ends up going off without a hitch. What surprises (and delights) your friends the most is the way Will takes the time to get to know each of them individually, showing genuine interest in who they are (because doing so is just who he is as a person).

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