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[zukkacore]

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J3porter hookup fic is finally here! Hope y'all enjoy b/c our little slut of the jaceclones is finally getting his turn to be messy

Ship: J3 (jaceclone) / Porter

Summary: Jace gifted Porter the Jace-clones when he told Porter he was walking away from the Plan—for good this time. And after months, he's finally agreed to enfold back into the Plan, but he's not taking Porter back. While he was gone, Porter developed an interesting rapport with J2. And J3's always been the body, the spare—to Porter, Jace was the saint, and J2 the precious gift, but he’s just the guy to cast enlarge-reduce in the Far Haven Woods, and whatever happens happens. But now Porter and J3 can have a little fun of their own.

Teaser:

“Not—” says J3, opening his mouth to protest, to say, Not here, Porter , but as their mouths press together and he devolves into a moan, he already knows his resolve is crumbling. “Porter, I have to—“ “You say that every time,” growls Porter, but amid the huff of frustration, he can see Porter’s lips curl into a smile, and—gods, is he enjoying this? Porter’s hands are gripping his thigh, pushing him up against the desk. “Later, ‘right? Whatever he’s got you doing can wait.” Just enough pullback to grin—cocky and confident in a way that makes J3 feel dizzy. “Tell me that this ain’t more important.” “Gods, you’re so creepy,” says J3, relishing in the shiver that runs up his spine as he winds his arms around Porter’s neck, unnerved by how Porter seems to always know what he’s about to say. He loves it so much.

I only see him as a friend (biggest lie i ever said)

A sort of follow-up to i'm almost me again (he's almost you) the j2porter special™ and takes place w/in the broader Lovers series

[zukkacore]

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Hi!!! Thanks so much and genuinely sorry i've been avoiding these b/c my WIPs are so formless and honestly horny so i've had nothing to report. But you can have this it's from J3porter wip and it might be the tamest thing i've got so far

And then Porter’s lips are on his again, and J3 thinks—it’s nice to be born into a body with that sort of effect on people, then he bites down on Porter’s bottom lip in a way that makes Porter snarl. And then grin, and J3 can see he’s drawn blood. His eyes are wild, and J3 has a flash of a thought, unwilling and banished in an instant—I’m going to die by this man’s hands. What a blessing, J3 thinks, to be given a body that someone would kill for. J3 presses a kiss to Porter’s temple, apologetic. He’s been fantasizing about those large hands around his throat from the first time they met in those Far Have Woods. Yet he knows the entire reason he’s here and not six feet under is because Jaceprime is a frigid bitch, so he wonders how much of that thought, that confidence that Porter would be his doom, was really his.  Porter’s not the first to glance his way, but he’s the one that matters. He stares at the blood on Porter’s teeth. His place is so precarious, but at least he does have that small power.

[j2zara]

And maybe I’m thinking about j3 being with Porter and all he can think about are the ways Porter reminds him of j4. All the ways he doesn’t. All the ways he’s so close and doesn’t measure up. Every cell in his body telling him this makes sense and j3 still wants what he can’t have. For once, Porter understands what it’s like for someone to be with him and look past him the entire time.

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Thanks for this!!!!!!! Again sorry i put it off i was being a little shy abt sharing. I.... Don't have anything that's not kinda horny. But j3porter are not the most prolific couple... They are not people of many words... This is like the closest thing i have to banter

“Fuck that, thing like you can’t be put to waste,” says Porter. “I can’t believe he’s got you grading papers.” J3 agrees. Porter always knows how best to put him to use. He flutters his lashes, puts on his best affected moan that he knows drives Porter insane, despite them both knowing it's all for show. “Oh, how does it feel? To know that Jace would deny you himself, but me as well? Does it make you—angry? Look at me.” With his other hand, he grabs Porter by the chin so that Porter is forced to meet his gaze. “What do you want to do to me?"

Here, I'll cheat. This is from an old WIP from a different fandom that i genuinely like and think is funny. I know I said I was a little embarrassed abt posting horny snippets but i do like this exchange and its more alluding to them getting down than anything graphic

“Oh, fuck—” says Hiro, voice catching, and it’s the perfect reaction until his head jerks so suddenly that they actually knock teeth and bang right into his lower lip, making Byakuya wince. “S-Sorry. I just. Holy shit.” “Like it?” asks Byakuya, and licking his teeth, there’s the wet metallic taste of blood. He tries to pay it no mind. “I can keep going if you…” Hiro’s staring at his mouth, but his expression takes an alarmed turn. “Shit, Byakuya. You’re bleeding.”  “I don’t care,” he says breathlessly—he’s too distracted, he just wants Hiro to react that way again. In a way, it’s almost worth it, because next thing he knows Hiro is sticking his fingers in his mouth, raising his lip with his thumb to expose gums and incisors, giving him a once-over. “I'm trusting you here not to pay me back, yeah? Though I’d probably deserve it. You got a great set of chompers, has anyone ever told you that?” “Ah?” says Byakuya, unable to properly respond with the obstruction. But he whistles a bit through his nose in lieu of laughing. He’s bleeding, his hand is on Hiro while Hiro’s got his thumb in his mouth—maybe he’s a little caught up in the absurd. “Sorry, ‘bout that, by the way. I—I got a little excited.”

I can't finish my stupid fantasy retelling i've been working on for like a year but i can do this i guess