[meme] open smut post

[silversprings]

OPEN SMUT POST
for all of my characters

1. Comment with your characters. You can post a scene, a prompt, a picture, an idea, a gif, anything. You can also leave your comment blank. 2. Request which character of mine you want. The only ones that are obviously off-limits are Chiyo-chan and Rainbow Dash. 3. We'll play out the scene — anything from hardcore kink to fluffy, domestic smut. My preference is het, and the only thing I will not write is watersports, scat, or violent mutilation. 4. This is perpetually open.

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[daydreaming]

[It isn't odd for siblings to sleep together, is it?

No, not sleep sleep. Just...you know. Sleep. Rapunzel thinks it's perfectly fine. After all, she and Jaime have shared a bed since before she can even remember. And that's good. It's warm, it's comfortable, and it's safe.

So, okay, maybe things have been getting a little different when they get ready, but it's still just Jaime. That's what she convinces herself as she brushes her hair, the paddle brush almost not reaching through the depth of blond she has.]

[azulescarabajo]

[ Jaime is only half-awake, still sprawled across the bed they've shared for ages. He lifts his head drowsily to watch his sister, smiling as she struggles with her prodigious hair. Their mother... doesn't really seem to care about their sleeping arrangements in her sporadic visits. Even now that they're older. Slowly, he shifts, pushing himself up on one elbow to watch her as the morning sunlight streams through the skylight above them. As always, he thinks she looks beautiful. ]

D'you want some help?

[ He mumbles his question in his usual sleepy drone. The way he always does. ]

[daydreaming]

[Rapunzel had thought he'd been asleep, which was why she'd begun to hum the old lullaby their mother had sung for them as children. She turns around a bit in surprise, but it's quick to wear off.]

Uh, sure! Of course.

[She holds out the brush.]

I didn't know you were up. Sorry.

[azulescarabajo]

[ Jaime sits up, bedclothes pooling around his waist as he reaches out to take the brush with one of his small, lopsided smiles. ]

It's okay. I needed to get up anyway.

[ Well not really. What was he going to do? He holds the brush lightly, then begins to carefully drag it through Rapunzel's hair, humming that same lullaby as he does. There's something comforting and familiar and intimate about brushing her hair and helping her with the brushing is (secretly) one of the little highlights of his day, usually. ]

How're you doing this morning?

[daydreaming]

[She does seem a bit skeptical of his needing to get up, though she doesn't show it. Out of the two, she's always been the early riser. Usually, however, she lets him continue to sleep while she flits around the house, preparing things.

But just as she doesn't bother to turn him out of bed, she doesn't bother to contest his statement. Instead, she just relaxes as he brushes her hair. No matter how many times he does it, it's always as relaxing as the last. Sometimes, it even sends a little shiver up her spine, especially when he brushes the hair away with his fingers-

Huh?]

Pretty good. Just thinking about what I need to do this morning.

[Boring, boring, boring. She's always trying to spice up her routine, but there's only so much she can do. She never let him - or herself, really - know that, though.]

Aaaand wondering what you want for breakfast.

[azulescarabajo]

[ Jaime stifles a yawn as he continues to drag the brush through her hair. Still only half-awake he's content with the small, cozily intimate way he lives with her. The things they share. The way he helps with her hair.

He pushes himself up so he can sit properly, cross-legged behind her. He reaches out and brushes the hair from the back of her neck, pausing as his fingers linger against the warm skin there, perhaps a moment too long. Sometimes he wants to know what it might feel like to bend his head and kiss her there.

But that's silly. Something you only thing of halfway out of sleep. They're siblings, after all. He shakes his head to clear them of such thoughts. ]

You do a lot. I don't mind getting woken up to help you.

[ He smiles and watches the golden tone of her hair and the way it changes just slightly depending on the way the sunlight hits it. Really, she's beautiful. Always has been. He wishes he could show her how beautiful, especially the way Mother picks at her looks and confidence. ]

Eggs are good. We have eggs, right? Maybe bacon.

[daydreaming]

[Speaking of shivers down her back, there's his fingers. Luckily, though, she's long learned to not show that it affects her. It's funny, she never gets those feelings when Mother is the one brushing her hair- the only other person besides herself who's supposed to do it. If she knew Jaime touched Rapunzel's hair, she'd flip out. Yes, that makes Rapunzel feel a bit guilty. She loves Mother, after all, and certainly doesn't want to hurt her at all. But why would it hurt, really? Isn't it okay for her to have little secrets with her brother?

...sure it is. After all, they're the ones who live together here all the time. It's only expected.

When he tells her what he'd like to eat, though, these thoughts are chased away and she chuckles, resting her hands on his knees so she can lean back and look up at him.]

And bacon? I bet you'll want toast, too.

[azulescarabajo]

[ Jaime thinks a few small secrets between siblings are perfectly healthy. Besides, who knows what'd happen if they didn't have each other to confide in--maybe they'd even leave! But no. That wouldn't do. So he brushes a few more times, one hand resting lightly against her shoulder before she leans back and he finds himself looking down into her face instead of at the back of her head. ]

Toast is good. Nothing wrong with toast...

[ Jaime laughs, looking down at his sister with a grin. She really is beautiful and sometimes he wonders what it would be like to kiss her. But... that wouldn't be proper. So when he leans down it's to touch his lips to her forehead in an affectionate little gesture instead of against her lips as he might wish to do. ]

Love you.

[daydreaming]

[Of course he wants toast. When does he not? He can have quite the appetites sometime. That's all well enough, though. If he wants to eat, it gives her something to do.

He gives her another something to do when he leans in to kiss her forehead. It isn't something that odd; then again, it's not something he does every day, either. Still, why is she blushing? Why is the world feeling just a bit lighter all around her? The simple little gesture has changed, somehow, and she's not sure why.

Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn even more, so she set back up straight so he couldn't see.]

I love you, too.

[Everything seems weird, even that simple exchange. What in the world...?

She's moving to slide off the bed.]

I should probably get dressed, then, huh?