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endlessthxxghts · 6 months

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Lay Off The Flannels

DBF!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: 1.3k

Summary: Joel gets handsy while your father temporarily steps away.

Warnings: Age gap (unspecified - obviously a legal one though, hello??). No physical description of reader (pic above is used for aesthetic only!). SMUT 18+ MDNI. Oral sex (F receiving). Using a flannel to clean up🫣... Awkward interactions with an oblivious father. Fluffy/light-hearted ending :). I think that's it! Let me know if otherwise!

Author's Note: Hey y'all! Soo my personal definition of a drabble is when something is written and posted on a whim, and that's exactly what I'm doing here.. This was only proof-read once by me, so if you see any typos and confusing wording... NO YA DIDN'T. Anyway, I have a bunch of WIPs needing to get done, but the stress was getting to me, so I took a break from those and wrote this fun little scenario to calm my mind and give me a good little laugh. I hope you guys enjoy!💚

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“We shouldn’t be-”

“I know,” he says.

“It’s too risky.”

“I know,” he says.

You pull his lips back onto yours, breathing in each other’s breaths, consuming each other eagerly as if the world was going to end if you didn’t.

His lips drag down to your jaw, to the sweet spots on your neck that make you mewl such addicting sounds he’ll never tire of, tasting the product of the hard work you did today with your father. His best friend.

His best friend, who-

“He should be back any minute now,” you say breathily as Joel drops down to the ground, his knees cracking from the sudden change.

Joel is desperate. Frantic, even. The speed he unbuttons and unzips your jeans and yanks them—underwear included—off of you has your hands flying to grasp at the edge of the workbench you’re sitting on. “Don’t care,” he says, inhaling in a breath, inhaling your arousal. “Need to fuckin’ taste you.”

Your father’s car crapped out on him a few days ago, and being the untrustful man he was, he bought the parts that needed replacing to do it himself. He had you working on his car with him, teaching you what to do if you were ever stuck in a similar situation—”It ain’t worth the bill, takin’ it to them mechanics. It’ll cost ya an arm and a leg just for them to diagnose your car’s issue even if you tell ‘em ya know what’s wrong, never mind actually fixin’ it,” he said to you this morning.

As soon as your father left, Joel was making his way to you, large strides cutting the time in half. His arms wrapped around your waist, picking you up from the seat you were situated on and lifted you to the bench against the wall behind you. His lips were on yours immediately, open-mouthed and needy. His hand slammed onto the black button beside your head, the garage door sliding down thereafter.

Joel grabbed onto your thighs, settling them onto his broad shoulders, stabling you and opening you up to him all in one. Wasting no time, his entire face dives into you, tongue immediately going to your sobbing entrance, hooked nose pushing directly onto your clit.

“Fuck,” you gasp out loud, “Joel, oh my god,” your head hitting the wall, eyes rolling back.

The moans you’re feeding Joel has him groaning into you, his hands tightening his grip on the bottom of your thighs, the dull ache of it an indicator that you’ll have bruises forming within the hour.

His tongue—god, you love his tongue—always reaches places you never thought was possible, offering you a glimpse into Heaven each time he tastes you. The squelch of your pussy and his groans equivalent to that of an angel’s choir. You never want him to stop. Especially because his mouth is the closest to Heaven either of you will ever get.

Your hole begins to flutter around his tongue, your slick pouring out of you at this point. You’re close. Joel knows it. His tongue leaves your hole and is quickly replaced by two of his fingers, sliding in with ease because of your level of arousal. His tongue meets your clit, licking and circling and absolutely worshiping it as if it’s the most unique of pearls to ever exist.

The combination of his fingers and his tongue—plus his whimpers—are what do it for you. After a few more circles from his tongue, you’re cumming and you’re cumming hard, your liquids running down his wrist and soaking the rim of his sleeve. He gives one last suck to your clit before he lifts off of it, tilting his head up to watch you come undone, his fingers never pausing as he works you through your climax.

“Baby,” you’re whining, reaching that point of oversensitivity with his fingers, but your hips betray you as they grind into his hand.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, gauging the contradictions of your body’s needs and wants. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, greedily sucking them into his mouth, not letting a drop of your liquid gold go to waste.

He stands at full height again, his hands on your thighs to scoot you back from the edge, giving you more stability, so he can let go of you and take his flannel off so he can wipe you down with it.

He sets his flannel beside you, reaching for your bottoms on the ground. He puts them back on you, gentle as ever, and guides you off the bench—albeit, on some wobbly legs. Once you’re breathing returns to semi-normal, you’re grabbing him by his t-shirt and pulling him in for a heady kiss. Your tongue breaches his mouth, and he lets you in selfishly, sucking on your tongue for anything more you can give him. You taste yourself on him, tangy with a hint of something that lights your neurons on fire, turning you on more even though he just pulled one of the most draining of orgasms out of you.

Joel pulls away from you, and like clock work, the garage door is whirring open. Your father. He’s walking up the driveway with a Harbor Freight bag.

“Got what you needed?” you immediately ask, trying to control the topic of conversation.

“Yeah. Why’d you close the garage?”

Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before going back to normal. “The heat was getting a little much. Was gonna open it up when you got back,” you say.

He nods his head, then looks to Joel. “Hey, bud,” he says as he sets his bag down, walking up to give his best friend a handshake. “What’re ya doin’ here?” he asks, “Not that ya need a reason, of course,” he adds quickly, a light chuckle leaves his mouth.

“Just thought I’d swing by. Thought your girl here was workin’ on your car all by herself, was gonna make sure the damage was minimal,” he teases, looking at you with a wink. “But now you’re here,” Joel smiles. “I gotta take a leak anyhow, I’ll see y’all later, yeah?” Joel says as he makes his way to the end of your garage.

Your father offers a quick yeah, his eyes zoning in on the flannel atop his workbench. Before you can stop him, your father grabs it. “Oh, Joel, don’t forget ya flannel,” he says waving it in the air as he lightly jogs to him before he gets too far. Joel’s face immediately flushes, as pale as if he’s seen a ghost, as he realizes what your father is holding. His eyes dart to you, your expression just as traumatized.

“Oh, y-yeah,” Joel says as he quickly takes it in his grasp, “T-thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he says as he begins walking back to you, stopping midway to turn back to Joel. “And Joel?” your dad yells out.

Joel turns around, reluctant.

“Maybe lay off on the flannels during the summer, yeah?? That shit was soaked in sweat!” Your father says as his laugh grows to an uncontrollable level.

Joel’s jaw drops to the floor as your face turns to absolute terror.

“Dad!” you exclaim, absolutely stunned at his comment. “I’m done helping you for the day,” you say as you shake your head, gathering your things and heading inside.

Your dad’s laugh turns into a howl at your reaction, not realizing (thankfully) what’s got you so uncomfortable.

As soon as you make it to your room, the entirety of the situation finally hits you, and you’re gasping for air at how hard you’re laughing.

As you lay on your bed to try to calm yourself down, your phone rings. It’s Joel. Your laughter immediately starts back up again, and you answer, skipping all forms of introduction.

“Better lay off the flannels, Miller,” you say, barely able to keep it together by the end of your comment.

“Shut up,” he says, stoic as ever.

A giggle erupts out of you, causing the biggest of butterflies to flutter all throughout his belly. “Can I come over later?”

“I was expectin’ you to, darlin’.”

End note: I'm sure there are a few fics out there with a premise similar to this, of reader doin some ✨things✨ with dbf!joel in reader’s dad’s garage 🫣 — I think it's pretty common given that Joel is a pretty laborious kinda guy, so if you've read anything similar, please share them in the comments or message me them! I'd love to read them and also give credit where credit is due. This fic fandom we've created is about spreading creativity, and that's exactly what I would like to do here. :)

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 6

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pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Secrets are revealed and everything comes crashing down at the White Wyrm.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (oral m-receiving, fingering) language

word count: 6.6k

note: this is a long one folks, & a little early because I literally could not wait any longer to share 💚

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You’d found Baela after hooking up with Aegon at the after-party. Shimmying your dress back over your ass, you’d found Baela leaning against a wall, drink in hand. She squealed when she saw you, wrapping you in a hug.

“Can you believe we’re here?” Baela says, biting her bottom lip.

You remember it so clearly, the glitter on Baela’s cheeks, the smell of strawberry lemonade vodka she loved so much. That’s what the early days were for; bad liquor and glitter. The whole house vibrated from the music blaring from the speakers.

“I got dibs on that one,” Baela had said, pointing at Jace.

He’s standing across the room, his brother talking to him, but his eyes keep darting over to Baela. A half smile rests on his face as he runs a hand through his shaggy dark hair.

You giggled at her, they’d been flirting all night.

“And Rhaena wants him,” Baela said, pointing at Aemond.

Your eyes widened at the tall Targaryen brother, the way he lounged without care ignoring mostly everyone in the room. Rhaena sat to his left, engaged in conversation with him. Aemond briefly met your eye, before you and Baela turned around, trying to appear like you hadn’t been staring. Due to the earlier antics of the evening, it was less than graceful and Aemond totally caught you gawking.

“Shit that’s Aegon’s brother,” you said, giggling as Baela looped her arms around you.

“You and Rhae will be sisters then,” Baela giggled, “you good with that? She’s a handful.”

“Ha ha,” you said, bumping her with your hip.

The rest of the night had been a delightful blur.

You had found Aegon the next morning, asleep on the couch, a pile of people surrounding him. He snored softly, a woman’s arm draped across his chest.

You remember the feeling of excitement that curled in your stomach, the lingering ache between your thighs.

“Hey,” you had whispered, “hey, blondie.”

You had poked his cheek, causing his face to scrunch with displeasure before opening his violet eyes. His Cheshire cat grin sent a shiver down your spine.

“It’s you,” he said, voice rough from sleep.

Gods, you were so into him.

“It’s me,” you agreed, “you wanna get out of here?”

You held your hand out to him, a lifeline, a promise. Aegon looked around at the position he was in, before clasping your forearm. You pulled him from the couch toward you.

“My hero,” he said, tapping your nose with his pointer finger.

Doomed from the start.

He found his phone on the table and scrolled through the messages he missed. You stood waiting, shivering with anticipation under the guise of checking your hair in a mirror that hung from the wall nearest you.

“Band is grabbing food,” Aegon told you nonchalantly, scratching underneath his chin.

“Cool,” you said, trying to appear nonchalant.

Make him chase you, just a little bit. Not too much, he’ll lose interest. Aegon’s eyes met yours through the mirror. He could always see through your facades, even then. But he likes you, you can tell, or he wouldn’t have entertained you this long.

“You wanna come?” he asks, biting the tip of his tongue.

“I got nothing better to do,” you tell him, shrugging, before turning to face him.

Aegon had looked you up and down, sizing you up. You squared your shoulders, trying not to tremble under his gaze. This was Aegon Targaryen after all. If you showed an ounce of intimidation he would leave you in the dust.

“Let’s go then,” he said, taking your hand in his.

You wake from your dream phone buzzing, a glowing text from Helaena filling the screen, lighting up the floor where it lays. You blink, unsure of your surroundings until feeling the warm weight underneath you. You’d fallen asleep in Aemond’s bed, on Aemond himself.

“Shit,” you whisper, noting the darkness outside his window.

Aemond is awake, holding a book in his hand that is not under your arm. The only light in the room is a lamp beside him.

“Someone texted you,” Aemond says, voice rough as though he hasn’t spoken in a while.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you were so tired from the previous night at Helaena’s, (not to mention the vigorous fucking) it's not really a surprise.

“What time is it?” you ask groggily.

“Just after six.”

You groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Seriously?”

“Mhmm.”

Damn. Aemond’s dick knocked you out.

“Sorry,” you tell him, sitting up, “didn’t mean to pass out on you.”

He closes his book, smirking slightly.

“No worries,” he tells you, “it's quite the compliment.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, blushing furiously at his remark. You pull the blankets around your naked form, before reaching off the bed for your phone. Baela has texted you as well, just several question marks.

“It’s Helaena,” you tell him, as he closes his book.

“What did she say?” Aemond asks.

You open Helaena’s message, blinking at the brightness of the screen and her creative use of the caterpillar emoji.

“Did you guys know you’re supposed to play tonight?” you ask, turning toward him.

“Not likely now,” Aemond says, shrugging.

You freeze suddenly, listening to the sounds of the apartment. You get up out of bed, bringing the blanket with you to cover you.

“Where are you going?” Aemond asks, a slight smirk on his face.

You poke your head out into the hall. The apartment is dark, there’s no light coming from Aegon’s room. You swallow before turning back to face Aemond.

“He’s not here,” Aemond answers your unspoken question.

You can’t help the worry that curls in your gut. Aegon missing will probably never not set your teeth on edge. Once when you were first dating he disappeared for a week, reappearing at rehearsals like nothing had happened. He’s reckless and stupid. Mostly stupid. He just doesn’t think, ever and you’ve felt like his reality check these past couple of years.

“Where do you think he is?” you asked, holding the sheets closer to you.

“Somewhere distasteful, I’m sure,” Aemond says, rising from the bed.

Your face flushes as he walks toward his closet completely naked. You look around the room awkwardly as he fishes for some clothes, hoisting a clean pair of sweats on his lower half. You wet your lips, tilting your head toward the ceiling.

“Need a shirt?” Aemond says, glancing at you, a sly grin on his face.

“Sure,” you squeak and he tosses you one.

You slip it over your body, letting the sheets fall. The soft cotton caresses your skin, covering you nearly to the tops of your knees. It smells like Aemond. Like clean laundry and the expensive cologne he wears.

Aemond turns to you, leaning against his wall. You look into the mirror that hangs on the back of his door attempting to fix your messy bedhead. You meet his eyes.

“Now what?” you say, unsure of what to do.

This is uncharted territory for Aemond and you.

“Now dinner,” Aemond says, walking toward the door.

You follow him into the kitchen. Late evening light is just starting to peek through the curtains as the sun sinks lower into the sky, ready to disappear behind the horizon. Tendrils of golden light begin to shrink across the floor with every passing second. You glance at Aegon’s door. He’s definitely not here. No sounds, no snoring. Nothing. Another bender then. It’s what you should have expected after ending things but you’re still worried.

“Any requests?” Aemond asks, opening the fridge.

You hoist yourself up onto the counter. The action sends a shiver rolling through you at the memory of you and Aemond’s first time.

“Mac and cheese?” you ask him.

You know there are some boxes there. You always kept some stocked up.

Aemond closes the fridge and moves toward the cabinets, pulling out a box of mac and cheese. He starts boiling water on the stove before turning back to you.

His pupils dilate, seeing you sat up on the counter in nothing but his shirt, and he takes his lower lip in between his teeth. You hold his gaze for a moment, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up before your phone buzzes. It continues and you look, seeing who is calling you. The name lights up the screen.

It’s Cregan.

Your heart launches into your throat. Shit, you’d practically forgotten about him. You left in such a hurry the other night after Aemond and the bathroom and the fight, there wasn’t even time to say goodbye. Aemond looks at your phone as it vibrates on the counter.

“I’ll just let it go to voicemail,” you tell him, having every intention of ghosting Cregan.

Aemond’s mouth quirks, and his eye narrows.

“Answer it.”

Your mouth goes dry and you’re sure Aemond can hear your heart beating. He clicks his tongue.

“C’mon, don’t be rude,” he tells you, lowering the burner, and stirring in the pasta.

You hesitate for another ring before picking up your phone and holding it to your ear.

“He-hey Cregan,” you stutter as you answer the call.

Aemond stirs the pot, before facing you, leaning back against the counter. You nervously chew your bottom lip watching him.

“Hey Y/N! Glad I caught you,” Cregan answers cheerfully, “sorry for the random call, I don’t mean to bother you.”

“It’s no bother!” you tell him as Aemond walks closer to you.

Your eyes widen as he walks up to you, standing in between your legs, resting his hands on either side of you, gripping the counter. He looks directly at you, a smile playing at the corner of the perfect pout of a mouth he has. His violet eye scans your face, falling to your lips.

“Cool, I just wanted to check in on you,” Cregan continues, “since the other night got a little crazy.”

Aemond reaches a hand up, running the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, releasing it from its trap between your teeth. You feel your chest tighten at the action, the back of your neck tingling.

“Yeah definitely crazy,” you tell him, forcing out a breathy laugh.

Aemond lowers his head to the side that doesn’t hold your phone to your ear. You can feel his breath against your throat. Your lashes flutter and you wet your lips as he places a kiss on your neck, just below your ear.

“Yeah and I know your ex was in the fight, so I get why it might be upsetting,” Cregan tells you.

You have to readjust your grip so the phone doesn’t slip as Aemond continues to kiss the side of your neck. A wave of desire ripples through you, pooling at the junction of your thighs. Your legs clench around Aemond and he chuckles softly.

“Yeah it was scary,” you breathe, eyes rolling back, head tilting to the side allowing Aemond more access.

He hums against the skin of your throat, lips passing over the fading marks from your first rendezvous. They’re sensitive still and Aemond leaves tender kisses on top of them, making you choke back a whimper.

“Totally,” Cregan says, though his voice sounds far away.

Aemond’s hand has found its way under the shirt you wear, it's creeping up your side making you shiver. The action is playful, tickling your ribs making you stifle a giggle.

“You okay?” Cregan asks, “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

So sweet. So kind of him, and yet all you can think about is Aemond’s lips on your skin, his hand that palms your breast. Fuck it's addicting, the feeling of him on you. His teeth scrape against your neck and you let out a breathy sigh, unable to hold it in.

“Uhh Y/N?” Cregan asks, “are..is everything okay?”

“Yes!” you tell him, as Aemond kisses your jaw, “yes, thank you Cregan I’m just…just still a little shaken up that’s all.”

You can feel Aemond’s grin against you.

“Would you, maybe, want to grab a drink or something soon?” Cregan asks, his voice is hopeful, “maybe have a less crazy night?”

“Umm,” your thoughts are racing out of your head as Aemond’s mouth latches onto your earlobe.

His hand still massages your breast, squeezing and tugging at your hardened nipple. You can feel your inner thighs growing slicker with your arousal.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready yet,” you tell Cregan, “I’m sorry.”

Aemond’s lips have found your cheek, ghosting across until his mouth hovers over your lips.

“Oh, yeah,” Cregan answers, disappointment evident in his voice, “I get that.”

“I’m sorry Cregan, I really have to go,” you tell him as Aemond’s other hand tangles in your hair.

“Yeah that’s oka-” you hang up before he finishes as Aemond crashes his lips onto yours in a burning kiss.

You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer to you by hooking your ankles around his waist and grinding against him. Suddenly, he stops kissing you, pulling away.

“What?” you ask, wondering why he’s stopped.

“We have dinner,” he tells you, dropping his hands from you, and uncrossing your legs from his waist, leaving your hold.

Your lips have parted in shock, the throbbing between your legs matching your heartbeat. Aemond walks back to the stove, finishing the mac and cheese. You sit panting, trying to regain your thoughts. Aemond glances at you before chuckling.

“You are such an ass,” you breathe, but it's followed by a laugh.

“Am I?” he asks, bringing the pot over to you.

“Yup,” you tell him, popping the ‘p.’

Aemond hands you a spoon, and you take a bite, realizing how hungry you were.

“Thank you,” you tell him as he dips his spoon in.

“Not a problem, princess,” he tells you.

You eat like that, you on the counter, him leaning against it sharing the mac and cheese out of the pot you’ve cooked it in. It's easily the best meal you’ve had in this apartment.

“You know,” you tell him between bites, “I think this is the first civil meal we’ve had together.”

Aemond smirks at that, meeting your gaze.

“There’s still time,” he jokes.

You’re quiet for a moment while continuing to eat. It feels so odd to be just hanging out like this. You watch him closely, how he holds his spoon between his dexterous fingers. Aemond meets your eyes and you smile softly.

“I thought you hated me,” you tell him.

“I never hated you,” he tells you, honestly.

You narrow your eyes, thinking back on the past two years. You and Aemond had your fair share of heated moments. It seemed like from the very beginning you were destined to piss each other off.

“You definitely hated me,” you argue, but he shakes his head chuckling softly.

“Oh yeah?”

“What about the time I puked in the living room?” you tell him, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answers, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Or the time I stole your car to drive to Riverrun,” you tell him.

Aemond frowns, dropping his spoon momentarily, eyebrows creasing together.

“That was you?” he answers, thinking back, “Not even then.”

You smirk at him then.

“What about last year’s Christmas party?” you ask, a mischievous smirk on your face.

Aemond glares at you then, and you know you’ve got him.

“I knew it,” you tell him but he only shakes his head at the memory.

“Did you hate me?” he asks you suddenly.

You think about it for a moment, all the arguments that seem silly looking back on them.

“I don’t think so,” you answer, “not really.”

He nods and you continue eating.

“So,” you continue, eyeing him, “you really want to give this a try?”

You motion between the two of you. If there’s one thing you’re definitely done with, it's men not defining the relationship.

“This?” he teases, mimicking your movement.

“You and me,” you tell him, “you and me together.”

Aemond stares at you a moment more, with such intensity you’re sure you will burst into flames under his gaze. The way he looks at you steals the breath from your lungs. Has he always looked at you this way? You’re starting to forget what once was glares and sharp words shared between you two.

“Yeah,” he answers, “I’m in.”

“This is going to make a lot of people really mad,” you tell him.

Aemond finishes eating, dropping his spoon and leaving the last scoop for you.

“The thing is,” he says, “I don’t really care what anyone thinks.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. Surely, he can’t be serious. He tilts his head to the side.

“I’m serious,” he says, “Sure, I feel bad for Rhaena, I shouldn’t have kissed her. But before then I’d never given her the impression that there was anything between us. Ever.”

Your chest tightens, you know it's true. But it doesn’t ease the feeling in your stomach, the hurt you know Rhaena will feel over this. Over you two.

“I don’t give a fuck what Aegon thinks,” he continues, “not one bit.”

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Okay,” you tell him, pushing yourself off of the counter, “I’m in.”

It was going to be a long night.

“Helaena said we should be making our way to The White Wyrm later,” you tell him, putting the pot in the sink.

The White Wyrm. A cute bar. More lowkey. Perfect for revealing secrets.

“Sounds good,” he tells you, as you face him crossing your arms.

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” you ask, giving him one more chance to back out.

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his chiseled features seem to soften slightly.

“I’m sure about you,” he answers.

Something in your stomach stirs, a pleasant fluttering of butterflies. Warmth spreads through your body, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. Aemond’s words hang in the space between you.

“Okay,” you tell him, walking by, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Got it,” Aemond says, watching you walk down the hall.

You turn before reaching the bathroom, a cheeky smile on your face, feeling brave.

“Want to join me?” you ask, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

You watch as Aemond’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. You raise a brow at him flirtatiously, backing up and entering the bathroom. You quickly turn the shower on, stripping his shirt from your body and tossing it into the hall, before hopping into the shower.

You let out a squeak as the cold water hits you, and your heartbeat pounds erratically in your chest. As the water warms and steam fills the room, you hear the creak of the door, and the soft thud of clothes hitting the ground. You close your eyes, dipping your head under the stream of water, anticipation tingling across your skin as the water glides down. The shower curtain opens, and a rush of cold air enters as Aemond joins you.

You open your eyes, blinking away the water that beads on your lashes, looking up at him. The water splashes on his chest, dripping down to his hard length. Your eyes fall to it, mouth watering at the sight. You feel silly, but he’s got such a pretty cock it makes your eyes widen.

You’re still very much aroused from Aemond’s earlier teasing, so it takes all but a moment for you to wrap your hand around his cock. His jaw slacks as you pump him in your hand, thumb swiping across the weeping pink tip.

“Fuck,” he moans, as you sink to your knees in front of him.

He’s almost too big to take completely, you realize this as you begin to ease him into your mouth, lips sliding over the length of his shaft. His cock pulsates in your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, feeling him hit the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly.

You look up at him through your lashes, as he glides his hand through your hair, the other bracing himself against the shower wall. Aemond’s eyes are hooded with pleasure, and you maintain eye contact as you begin to bob your head around the length of his shaft.

You bring your hand to his balls, gently fondling them, which earns a breathy moan from him. You get a wicked gleam in your eye as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, the sounds of wet suckling lost in the noise of the shower.

“Just like that, fuck,” Aemond growls once more, looking down at you.

You hum around him, pleased with the reaction you’re getting. It’s kind of nice to have him at your mercy for once, have him eating out of the palm of your hand.

“You’re so perfect,” he praises, “so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Eyes watering you bring up your hand to help you pump his length as drool spills from the corner of your mouth. Aemond’s hips twitch, causing you to gag again.

“Fuck I’m gonna-,” he tells you, and then you feel the twitching of his cock, the hot salty streams that paint the back of your throat as he moans out your name.

You release him, a strand of saliva connecting your slick, swollen lips to his tip. And then he’s helping you to your feet, pushing you under the stream of the shower, kissing you so vigorously you think you might implode.

And then you feel Aemond’s fingers stroke between your wet folds and any semblance of you having the upper hand flies completely out the window.

“Aemond,” you whine against his smiling mouth.

“What?” he murmurs back, fingers teasing around your entrance.

You know he’ll torture you until you’re begging, you’ve learned that rather quickly.

“Please, I need you,” you tell him, body completely flushed.

Two of his long fingers push easily inside you, crooking against your sweet spot making you gasp. It’s like he needed one time, one fucking time, with his fingers inside your pussy and he’ll forever know which spot he needs to press to make you crumble around him.

“Mm such a good girl you are,” he breathes, pumping his fingers into you, “you know exactly how to get what you want, don’t you?”

Your mouth falls open as he works you, as he drops his head to your neck once again. Aemond’s thumb circles your clit as he presses hot kisses across your neck, jaw, and your shoulders. Water from the shower runs down your body and Aemond laps it up as though a man who hasn’t had water in days.

The combination of things, his hands, his fingers, his mouth, the slickness of his toned body pressing against yours, have you shaking against him. Aemond hums against your shoulder.

“You gonna cum already?” he teases, “such a needy little thing, my brother didn’t take care of you at all did he?”

A shiver rolls through you at the mention of Aegon. Aemond’s adds a third finger and your knees nearly buckle.

“Did he?” he repeats.

“No,” you whimper, “Fuck, Aemond you make me feel so good.”

Aemond’s eye lights up at your words, as though they have ignited a fire within him.

“Come on, give it to me,” Aemond demands, fingers pressing into you just right; the way he thrusts his fingers inside you while massaging your clit has you seeing stars.

Your legs are trembling and you let out a garbled moan as you find your release, pussy clenching and spasming around his long fingers. Aemond shortens your moan with a kiss, sliding his warm tongue into your mouth. The shower takes much longer than you anticipated, as you and Aemond remain until the water turns cold once more.

You arrive at The White Wyrm together; the small bar is bathed in pearly light, and the ceiling appears as though a starry midnight sky. A neon sign hangs behind the stage, its blue lights reading “mistress of whispers.”

It's not the sign that catches your eye, but rather the people onstage. Jace and Luke are alone onstage, playing a simple song together. Luke is even singing, something he rarely does and you notice the redness on his cheeks. He’s probably nervous beyond belief.

You glance at Aemond, whose eye is locked on the brothers onstage. His expression is almost unreadable.

You spot Rhaena and Baela near the front of the stage nursing drinks, along with Helaena. Helaena spots you not a moment later, whispering to the twins before making her way toward you and Aemond. Her lavender eyes flicker between Aemond and you, but she makes no comment of your arrival together.

“What the fuck is this?” Aemond snarls, motioning to Luke and Jace onstage.

Helaena rolls her eyes.

“Relax,” she tells her brother, “they’re gonna play for a bit and then when Aeg gets here, we’ll do some acoustics when they step off. I’m thinking we can do at least a couple of songs...”

“Where is he?” Aemond growls, interrupting her.

“He’ll be here, I texted him,” Helaena assures him.

Something feels wrong, seeing Jace and Luke play together alone. Dracarys has had its fights before, but nothing like this. Nothing like the band being cleaved in two.

“Guys! Guys!” Aegon’s voice calls and you can see his silver head poking through the crowd.

Jace and Luke keep playing, their faces growing angry with Aegon’s appearance. Baela has noticed the arrival as well and grabs Rhaena’s arm, making her way toward you. You look at Rhaena, her eyes warm and inviting. Baela hasn’t told her. Yet.

You meet her eyes, there is a steely look behind them. Time’s up, she seems to say.

Aegon pushes through the crowd, dragging someone with him. A girl, you realize as he makes his way in front of you. Pretty, beautiful really, with long dark curls and cobalt blue eyes. She’s a giggling mess, long arms wrapped around Aegon, making her look like she’s attached to him.

Aegon’s grin spreads across his whole face. He looks disheveled, eyes bloodshot and pupils sluggish.

“Hel! Holy shit!” he shouts, reaching for his sister and kissing her sloppily on the cheek.

Helaena wipes away the kiss, a surprised and concerned expression on her face. She takes in the girl Aegon has dragged with him before looking back at her older brother.

“Who’s this?” Helaena asks.

“I’m Cass!” the girl giggles, and Aegon turns his head as though realizing she is still attached.

Aegon wets his lips, running a hand through his hair.

“You’ll never fucking believe this,” Aegon begins, “because everything was just so crazy, right? Everything is just so wild since Nyra and like, life is so insane-”

“Spit it out,” Aemond snaps, growing impatient.

Aegon glances at Cass and they both erupt into shared giggles. Aegon grabs at her and you see it. The glittering diamond rests on her left hand.

Your ring.

“We got married!” Cass squeals, wiggling her fingers for you all to see.

“Oh shit,” Baela says, eyebrows shooting to her hairline.

Aegon grabs Cass’s hand, kissing her knuckles, causing more giggles. Rhaena’s jaw is on the floor. Helaena’s forehead wrinkles with confusion.

“We so wanted you all there, but Eggy here-” Cass begins.

“Eggy?” Helaena says, wrinkling her nose.

Cass only nods, her face the picture of excitement and happiness.

“He just couldn’t wait! We just had to so we went all the way to Starry Sept,” Cass says, stopping to smile, clenching her teeth together in pure ecstasy.

You haven’t breathed since seeing the ring.

“You went where?” Helaena asked, “Aegon we were worried sick.”

“I’m here now, me and my wife!” Aegon said, kissing Cass’s cheek dramatically.

Aemond calls your name. Aegon meets your eyes then. There’s no remorse there, there’s nothing at all. It's as though he’s looking at a stranger, a ghost. You feel Aemond’s hand on your wrist, and you look up at him. His violet eye is understanding as he squeezes your wrist. It acts like a button he’s pushing and you inhale a sharp breath.

“It’s okay,” Aemond murmurs, “come on.”

He’s leading you away, out of the crowd, arm snaking around your waist. You turn back, locking eyes with Aegon once more before the emergency exit door slams shut behind you.

“What’s that about?” Aegon says through a laugh, a playful smirk on his lips.

Helaena doesn’t return his grin, watching him with wide lavender eyes.

“Hel?” he asks, still smiling.

Aegon’s eyebrows knit together, his lips part. Something clicks in his head, the smirk falling from his lips. He takes a step forward, following you.

“Aegon, don’t!”

It’s Helaena who speaks as Aegon starts after you.

The cool air hits you as you walk outside and Aemond turns around rubbing his hands up and down on your arms.

“You okay?” he asks.

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to feel. Nothing. All this time. It was nothing.

You meant nothing.

You hear the metal creak of the door, its following slam against the stone wall. Your name is a growl, snarled from his mouth, spat onto the ground. Your face hardens and you turn to him.

Aegon walks down the steps, his face angry.

“What’s this?” he says, wiggling a finger between Aemond and you.

“Aegon,” Aemond says, voice low in warning.

Aegon frowns, shaking his head, looking only at you. You can feel your chest rising with your breath, each inhale making you shake.

“I’m talking to you,” he says pointing at you, “Y/N. What is this?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. But that in itself is all Aegon needs.

He lets out a mad laugh.

“My brother,” he says clapping his hands, “my fucking brother?”

Your anger boils over and you find your voice.

“You’re really mad at me right now? Aegon you just got fucking married!” you scream.

Aegon is still laughing, it's a mean sound that makes you want to burst into tears. He’s laughed like this before when he’s beyond wasted and feeling cruel. His smile is one of utter disbelief, like he never fathomed the thought before seeing it in front of him.

“Fucking my brother? Was he who you wanted this whole time?”

Aegon sneers then, a pained look on his face.

“Or were you really some groupie slut all along. Suppose it doesn’t matter whose dick you ride next. As long as you get a front-row seat.”

Anger courses through you and you’re pushing toward him. You can’t believe him. After everything you two had been through, after all you put up with. For him to suggest he never mattered to you at all. Hot tears pour down your cheeks as you push him in the chest, so hard he stumbles backward. Aegon chokes out another laugh, dazzling smile slashed across his face.

“You’re a fucking whore,” he spits at you and you lunge at him again.

“All I wanted was you!” you scream at him, “all I ever fucking wanted was you!”

You’re screaming still as arms wrap around you, pulling you away from him. You barely hear as Jace comes outside, Helaena has enlisted his help. Jace stands between you both, placing a hand on Aegon’s chest as he tries to yell obscenities at you. He’s smiling all the while, though tears paint tracks down his cheeks.

“C’mon man, let's back off,” Jace says, holding Aegon back.

You’re taken back inside by Aemond, Helaena opening the door and following you both inside as you collapse into sobs in the hallway.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you sob, tears stinging, “I was so fucking stupid.”

You feel a hand stroking your hair, familiar long fingers. You lean into Aemond’s chest as he sits beside you, sobs wracking through your frame. You can feel the firmness of his chest, his arms cradling you against him, holding you through your shakes. Helaena kneels in front of you, stroking the hair from your face.

“Shh,” Aemond murmurs, pressing his face into your hair.

“I hate him,” you sob into his chest.

“I know,” he answers, continuing to stroke your hair.

“Y/N?” a small voice says, causing you to look up.

Rhaena.

Her eyes are wide, glistening with tears. You don’t even have to wonder if she heard. Even if she didn’t, her eyes flicker around you and Aemond, taking in the way he’s holding you, the way he’s soothing you.

Rhaena’s lips part and she tilts her head back slightly, releasing a breathy sigh. Her mouth turns up in a smile, but it's not a happy one. More like one of utter shock and disbelief. As if suddenly everything makes sense.

“You’re fucking Aemond?” she asks.

There’s no anger in her tone, which is almost worse. It’s all heartbreak. It’s all betrayal as a tear rolls down her cheek. Her lower lip wobbles.

“Rhae-”

“I have to go,” she says, turning.

You push yourself up, leaving Aemond behind as you chase after her. Desperation pushes its way up your throat, you feel like you might be sick.

“Rhaena please wait, please let me explain-”

“Explain?” she says, turning around.

Her brows are furrowed, and more tears leave streaks down her face.

“You knew how I felt about him,” she says, voice shaking, “you knew, Y/N.”

“I know.”

There’s nothing else to say.

“Was it before or after I kissed him?” she asks, crossing her arms.

You don’t answer for a moment, your face falling with anguish as tears begin to cloud your vision. Shame curls in your gut, sitting in your stomach like a rock.

“After,” you whisper.

Rhaena scoffs, flushing with the anger she feels now coming to the surface.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snaps, “Right after had his fucking tongue down my throat?”

Her words sting as though she’s slapped you.

“I’m sorry,” you tell Rhaena, “I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I can’t hear this right now,” Rhaena says holding her hand up to stop you, “I just, fucking can’t.”

The tears are spilling down your cheeks. You’ve never felt so desperate. The thought of losing Rhaena makes your head start pounding, your words can’t be stopped as you try and make her understand.

“Rhae please,” you beg, “please I never meant to hurt you, ever.”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me?” Rhaena asks, incredulously, “What did you fucking expect?”

She wipes at her cheeks, her face contorting with anger as though she’s mad at the tears that spill.

“You chose Aegon,” she accuses, “you chose him.”

“I know,” you tell her.

She stares at you, cheeks wet from her tears. There’s nothing else to say. She crosses her arms over her chest, biting her lower lip as though trying to stop what she says next.

“He’s just gonna fucking break you heart too,” she snaps.

You inhale a sharp breath at the harsh words she throws at you. Rhaena’s not one for being mean, but then again you can’t remember actually ever fighting with her at all. She notices the hurt expression on your face, it mirrors her own, and you can see a hint of regret in her eyes. But she blinks and it's gone.

“I’ll see you later,” she says, turning on her heel.

“Rhae please, please I’m so sorry!” you cry, the tears continuing to flow.

You’re still calling to her, even when she disappears down the hall out of sight.

Jace comes back inside then, alone. Helaena glances at him, and he shakes his head. She stands up then, moving past him toward the door.

“Aegon?” Helaena calls, pushing the door open.

Jace looks at you, his expression pained, as Aemond comes to stand next to you. You can’t look at him, not yet. The shame is too fresh.

He’s just gonna break your heart too.

“Aegon!” Helaena calls into the night.

There is no response.

“Who’s this?” Luke had asked as you sat at the table with Aegon.

The restaurant was cute, a little breakfast joint, and it was still early enough that you were the only ones there. A cook stands at the grill in the back as the lonely hostess walks away from the register, disappearing into a back room.

“I know you,” Helaena had teased, as the bell rang and Aemond walked through the door before claiming the seat next to her.

“Where’s the coffee?” Aegon asked, sunglasses still on his face.

He slung an arm around your shoulder, as Jace and Baela appeared walking through the door. Baela bit her lip, eyes wide as she spotted you. Rhaena was missing, she hadn’t walked in with Aemond. You wondered how on earth they got off on the wrong foot. Rhaena was a delight.

“Coffee here yet?” Jace says, echoing Aegon’s earlier statement.

Luke looked at Baela, eyebrows knitting together as Jace dragged another table over, connecting it to the one you sat at. He held a chair out for Baela to sit in.

“Hey, don’t you have a sister?” Luke asked.

“Twin,” Baela nods, brushing a curl behind her ear, “actually she was around last night-”

“Twins?” Aegon said suddenly interrupted, sunglasses falling further on his nose revealing his bloodshot lavender eyes, “Well done Jacie boy.”

“Aegon, shut up,” Jace said, sending Baela an apologetic grin.

Luke watched the exchange, eyes bouncing around the room.

“Where is she?” Luke asked.

Baela shrugged, looking at her phone. You glanced at yours as well. No new messages.

“Looks like she went home,” Baela answered, eyes flickering toward Aemond.

You followed her gaze, watching Aemond examine the menu. Helaena held up a spoon, gazing at her reflection baring her teeth. She groaned, attempting to fix her smudged lipstick.

“This won’t do, I need a mirror,” she said standing.

“I’ll come with,” Baela said, causing Helaena to smile.

“I need coffee now,” Aegon said, groaning before getting up.

You watched him walk to the counter, reach behind it and pour himself a mug of coffee. Jace stood, walking over to him, mug in hand. You watched as Aegon continued to pour, grabbing more mugs to fill for the rest of the table.

“Luke!” Jace called, “come help us carry these!”

Luke got up, squeezed by Aemond who sent a murderous glare his way. You leaned back in your chair, left alone with Aemond. You tapped your fingers against the table, catching his attention.

“You know,” Aemond said, a strange glint in his eye, “Aegon doesn’t do relationships.”

You meet his gaze, violet, and sapphire. He means to intimidate you, you know it. This is another test. Aemond’s gaze is cold, his mouth set in a tight pout.

“That was before he met me,” you answered, with a roll of your shoulders.

Aemond raised a brow at you, sizing you up. You stared back, gaze unfaltering.

“Oh really?” he said, looking away, “you’re awfully confident.”

He’d seen nearly hundreds of girls in your same position before. You were surely destined to be another one of Aegon’s flings. You’d be gone in a week or two. A month, maybe, if Aegon really enjoyed your company.

“Mhmm,” you told him, forcing a smile and narrowing your eyes, “I’m life changing.”

Aemond watched you as you took a cup of coffee from Aegon, as the boys returned to the table.

“You’re staring,” Helaena murmured as she returned, so low only Aemond could hear her.

“Hmm,” he said, returning his gaze to the menu before his eye flickered toward you again.

He watched as Aegon slung his arm around you as he sat, pouring sugar into your cup without asking. Watched you drink it anyway, a determined gleam in your eye as you laughed at something he whispered in your ear.

You were all in.

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ghoulangerlee · 5 months

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“Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately” with swissalps? 💚

howdy howdy hi, sorry for the delay on this please enjoy some swissalps making out and some good ol fashioned over the clothes grinding that doesn't actually lead to anything because they're silly and sometimes they just wanna make out without having to worry about coming I guess 😂

Swiss's fingers fit snugly between Mountain's as he presses the taller ghoul into the bed, a wide grin on his face at how easy he goes down, at the blush across the bridge of Mountain's nose.

He wants to tease him, use his words to have Mountain squirming and whining under him but he holds off—just barely, instead, he squeezes both of Mountain's hands before diving down and sealing their mouthes together.

A purr rumbles deep within Mountain's chest as he spreads his legs wider, welcoming Swiss closer and closer until they're pressed so tightly together it's hard to tell where one of them stops and the other begins.

A bite, gentle and teasing against Mountain's lower lip has him gasping softly, dull and human teeth sinking into his flesh for a moment before a tongue follows, flicking across the slight indents.

This time, it's Mountain who squeezes Swiss's hands, white knuckled as he arches up into him with a groan, breaking the kiss after a few moments to pant openly into the space between them.

"Do you wanna fool around?" Swiss mumbles as he mouths at Mountain's jaw and Mountain can feel the wide grin, can smell the playful arousal in Swiss's scent.

He laughs, breathless and quiet as he hooks a foot around Swiss's leg, using what little leverage he can get to grind up into the crease of his thigh, "That answer your question?" He shoots back, feeling and hearing Swiss's answering laughter before his mouth is once again taken in a kiss.

Mountain hums softly, squeezing at Swiss's hands gentle and continuous as he kisses back, slowing it down into something less frenzied and sweeter as Swiss trills softly into his mouth.

For a while, they carry on this way, grinding slow and sweet against each other as their combined scents fill the room, trading lazy kisses back and forth all the while. Each time Mountain tries to pull his mouth away for longer than a few heartbeats to breathe, Swiss makes a sort of sad noise before diving back in for another kiss, stealing Mountain's breath all over again.

Lightheaded and giddy with it all, Mountain let's him, squeezes Swiss's hands until Swiss is squeezing back, making happy noises into his mouth as he does his best to ruin kissing anyone else for Mountain.

(And well, Mountain has kissed a lot, he loves with his whole body and soul and gets just as much if not more back from others, but he's never been able to find anyone who steals his breath away quite like Swiss does.)

At some point, Mountain realizes that they've stopped grinding against one another, that Swiss is just resting against him now, warm and firm, a heavy presence keeping him weighted down—his arousal is second to the burning need to see how long it takes for the two of them to get tired of kissing.

(The answer here is never, he will never get tired of kissing Swiss and being kissed by Swiss, their lips sliding together in an intimate dance as they lose time and get drawn into one another.)

When Swiss pulls away finally, his lower lip is a little swollen where Mountain had been biting at it, sucking it into his mouth each time Swiss would dive back in for another kiss. He grins at Mountain, fluttering his lashes playfully, "You good there, big guy?"

Mountain licks his lips and grips Swiss's hands tight, "Good," he responds, and then he's rolling them over until Swiss is under him and he can press him down into the bed, "Really good, song bird," he murmurs, muffling Swiss's laughter with his mouth as he goes in for another kiss.

#swissalps #the band ghost fic #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #is this any good?? i hope!!!#my writing

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thissortofsorcery · 9 months

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For the soft asks, could you please do 30 and/or 16 with Harringrove? You can do either one or both in the same if you want, I just really like both of those and you're such a good writer so I can't wait to see what you do with them 💚💚

So, um. It's a month and ten days later. I'm still gonna answer all of these! I'm going through rough time with writing and it's taking me a while.

This one's just for you though!!!! I did both 30 and 16, and I hope you enjoy it. Again, I tried to keep it short but it, um. Got away from me. And I added a little bit of angst. Just a smidge.

For context, the setting is a modern college and-they-were-roomates AU sort of thing.

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Steve's talking to some chick.

She's pretty, Billy thinks, in the same way Nancy Wheeler is. Tiny, brunette, with huge eyes and dainty, bird-bone wrists, swallowed up by a cable-knit sweater.

And Steve's smiling at her with that wide, pleased smile he sometimes gets when he and Billy are alone and the lights are low, the one that Billy never gets tired of looking at, the only time he's sorry to kiss Steve, doesn't want to wipe that look off his face.

Billy spots them from outside the coffee shop.

On Thursdays, Billy has his shift at the library until six, and Steve gets off class at five. Steve always waits for him at the campus coffee shop so they can walk to the dorms together. He's been doing that since before they started hooking up.

He isn't expecting to find Steve chatting up a girl when he's supposed to meet him, though. Jealousy hits him like a punch to the sternum, leaves him breathless and stunned. He knows he should walk away, but he can't unstick his feet from the sidewalk and force himself to move.

They're leaning against the high, long table by the window, standing close to each other. Steve's talking with so much enthusiasm that Billy would be laughing with him if he wasn't watching him talk to someone else. The girl seems plenty amused, though.

Billy's always known he liked Steve more than Steve liked him. There was no way he'd like Billy like– like this. Like Steve's the only voice he can't go a whole day without hearing. Like his heart's breaking is his chest at the sight of Steve flirting with someone else.

They haven't talked about what they were to each other, yet, not explicitly. But Billy's been hoping, like a fucking idiot.

Billy breathes hard through his nose, and reaches for his cigarettes. He can feel himself getting worked up. He's not gonna be able to let this go. The ache is turning into anger in his chest, bubbling up to his throat. He's not gonna be able to keep it civil with Harrington when he gets back to the dorm after his date, and this is either gonna turn into a fight or Billy's gonna call it quits before he's even through the door.

Billy's done watching his dating life go up in flames, so he's gonna go to Heather's dorm to see if she has any booze and ice cream. He turns around to leave when a shoulder checks into him hard, knocking his bag to the sidewalk, and his cigarette with it. His temper's already shot, frayed by a long afternoon listening to an asshole professor that didn't want to teach, so he yells out an, "Asshole!" to the guy's back. The dude doesn't even turn around to give Billy the middle finger. Bitch.

Billy shrugs his bag back on, and turns around to see that Steve's staring at him through the window.

Well, fuck.

Steve doesn't look caught out, though, he's smiling wide and waving frantically for Billy to come inside, not at all deterred by his scowl.

What the fuck, right? They can do this in public if Steve wants to.

Billy shoves his way into the coffee shop, adding sway on his hips to show Steve just what he's missing, and goes straight for them.

He's not expecting Steve to take his hand, lace their fingers together, and say, "Billy, this is Amanda from my Child Psych class. Amanda, this is my boyfriend, Billy."

His what?

"What?"

The girl giggles, a melodious, sweet laugh, and gives him a wave and a smile.

"He's been talking about you for like twenty minutes!" She says, hiding a smile behind her coffee mug. "Well, actually, since the semester started, but for the last twenty minutes, too! It's nice to meet you, finally."

On the outside, Billy's quick to recover, but inside, he's still reeling. He can turn on the charm and greet her, but he can't get his bearings about what he just walked into.

"Nice to meet you," Billy says, quirking his lips into a smirk. He adds a wink for good measure and hopes they chalked up any of his off behavior to being shoved outside, and not to being a jealous dick. He leans hard against Steve, squeezing his hand. Steve squeezes back, rubs his thumb over Billy's, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

"He says you have good taste in music," Amanda says, and her eyes are huge in her small face, to match her excited smile. "My friends and I are going to see Greta Van Fleet this weekend, and two of them backed out, so they're selling their tickets. Steve's been telling me you liked the band, so if you guys wanna come with us, I can totally text Cassie to hold onto them for you!"

Steve got him concert tickets?

Steve was getting him concert tickets?

"Are you serious?" Billy says, looking between Amanda and Steve, who's watching him with the widest grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. He wraps an arm around Billy and kisses him on his stunned forehead. He can't believe he thought Steve was chatting her up, and he was getting Billy concert tickets. "Steve, shut up, are you serious?"

"Yeah, Bill, we're serious," Steve says. "Amanda came to talk to me after class because I've been rambling to her about you and your playlists since I met her."

"Apparently we have the same Ratt tshirt," She says, shaking her head at Steve, "And I've been harassing him with my musical knowledge because my partner cannot hear anymore about it."

Billy's eyes narrow at Steve.

"Is that how you've keeping up with everything I've been saying about the music I like?"

Steve just shrugs, looking guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sell you out!" Amanda cries, clutching her chest. "Don't be mad at him, though, he's just a good listener."

Billy looks at Steve, with his wide smile and his kind eyes, the hair he obsesses over so much falling just so over his eyes. He wants to kiss him so bad.

"Yeah," Billy says, and he can't help but match that smile with his own. "He is."

They say their goodbyes, and Amanda promises to text Steve the information they need to get the tickets as soon as her friend responds.

Steve holds Billy's hand all the way back to the dorms. Billy doesn't let go of it for anything.

As soon as they're through the door, Billy shoves Steve back against it, presses their bodies together, swallows his gasp into his own mouth. Their lips meeting is the sweetest caress, the first breath of air after being underwater, and Billy lets the sensation of Steve's body against his, always so warm, wash over him, make him shiver. He can't get enough of Steve, needs to touch him everywhere. Billy's hands cup his face and circle his waist, his hips, anywhere they can find skin, needing to feel him, real and close.

Steve holds him just as tight, tries to pull him closer. He's already buried a hand in Billy's hair, a favorite of his, knowing just how much to pull on it to make Billy sigh or whine.

Billy pulls back, makes the kiss gentler, less hurried. Gives Steve little pecks on the corner of his mouth, makes him chase Billy's lips.

"You got me concert tickets," Billy says between kisses, nose rubbing against Steve's.

Steve hums, both in agreement and because he's pleased, having caught Billy's bottom lip between his own. "Yeah. 'Course."

"You're so…" Billy cuts himself off with a laugh, and kisses Steve again, licking into his mouth. "I can't fucking believe you."

Can't believe I have you.

Steve called him his boyfriend.

"Steve…" Billy pulls back, doesn't open his eyes. Can't help the smile that spreads across his mouth as he says, lips still close to Steve's. "You called me your boyfriend."

Billy feels Steve's answering grin against his lips, against the kiss he's pressing to them.

"Well yeah, you're what, my study partner?"

Billy laughs, a soft, quiet thing, that's not less happy for how low it is.

"Don't think we've ever studied anything."

Steve kisses him again, and Billy is distracted for a second, eyes falling closed to the feeling of Steve's lips catching against his.

"We studied anatomy, I think," He laughs, pressing another slick kiss to Billy's mouth. "And um, electricity."

"Electricity?" Billy laughs, opening his eyes to peek at Steve's face, and finds that wide, pleased smile he fell in love with, that he thinks he can't live without seeing.

"Yeah," Steve says, and laces their fingers together, sending a shiver down Billy's spine. "Do you feel it?"

Billy looks up at him, caught in that soft, brown-eyed gaze. Jesus, but Billy could look at him forever.

"Yeah," Billy says. "Yeah, I feel it."

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This is in no way inspired by the Greta Van Fleet album that came out yesterday and the fact that I think modern Billy would be a super fan.

#please reblog #ask games #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #sorcery writes #mine

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obx-pogue4life · 2 months

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GURLLLL URRR BACKKK!! Missed seein u on my dash! Idk if ur taking requests but I got this idea I can't get out the head

Friends to lovers

Beach party kegger

Kook likes u but ya shoot em down

Pulls gun and is really bad

Jj saves u, screams/beats the hell out the kook like a mad man

Y'all confess ur feelings

And maybe uses the words "all in" and sappy happy ending 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Oh my gosh I love this idea and I hope you like what I came up with. This is SO JJ 👀😂

All In

Warnings: fluffy with implied smut, kissing, guns, violence, swearing, feeling uneasy, drug use, fighting, protective JJ, crying, friends to lovers, happy ending, prolly more so let me know if I forgot any 💚

I couldn't believe what was happening. My best friend defending my honor, all because of some stupid kook who decided to crash this kegger with his friends. Everything was harmless enough at the start, just cat calling and some whistling, you know the kind; just your general disgusting, neanderthal behavior. It was bothering me for sure but I wasn't gonna let it get to me and ruin my good time with my friends. As the night went on I could see JJ getting more and more irritated with them and the second that kook put his hands on me, his fists were flying. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER, ASSHOLE," JJ screamed at the kook who was trying to manhandle me into dancing with him and shoved him away from me. The kook comes right back at us and JJ immediately makes contact with his jaw, knocking him on his ass. He quickly recovers, gets back up and spits out a small mouthful of blood.

"Oh you know you like it baby," he says to me with a wink. "You know you want a piece of this," he cockily smirks, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to show off his barely visible muscles.

"And just what am I supposed to be looking at here," I say squinting and laughing as I brush him off. I hold my hand up to silently signal JJ not to charge at this guy and beat the living shit out of him.

We begin to walk away and JJ snickers at his weak attempt to entice me. I sigh and roll my eyes but feel a rough hand reach out for me again, this time harshly yanking me back and hurting my arm.

"Ouch, you asshole! What the hell," you say, a little shocked this guy was being so forward, especially with JJ right at my side. Usually the kooks just wanted to mess with me and my friends, hook up, be jerks and and occasionally get into the random fight over stupid shit. But this? This felt different, almost scary.

"Now that wasn't very nice now, was it baby doll," he says to me in a creepy monotone voice. His eyes look frighteningly dark, like there is nothing but emptiness behind them. He sniffs loudly and wipes the underside of his nose with his thumb and it all clicks for me. I can see some white residue still under his nose. He must have just gotten high. "Greaaatttt," I think to myself as I try to shake his grip off my arm. The look on JJ's face right now was one I've seen far too many times. He was ready to kill this kid but I prayed he'd take notice of me shaking my head discouragingly and trying to make him realize that this dude was totally coked out. I pointed to my own nose and tried to get my message across to him, which thankfully he understood. The last thing I want is for him to get into a crazy brawl with a maniac, especially over me. A minute passed by and we all were just kind of standing there, unsure what he was going to do. He still had his hand around my arm and he was really beginning to hurt me but I didn't wanna say anything to make JJ lunge at him, so I just kind of took it the best I could. He could tell I was wincing though and mentally, I was preparing myself for the fight of the year. Surprisingly though JJ very calmly came towards us and apologized.

"Hey, I'm sorry man," he said trying hard to sound earnest. "Sometimes I just get crazy over y/n getting attention from other guys, you know. That was my bad. I'm just very protective over her. I'm sure you can understand that," he says sincerely. I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest at his sweet words about me and had to snap myself back into the reality of the situation that was before me.

"What I understand, is that your bitch, needs to learn some fucking manners. It's not nice to laugh at someone whose just trying to show you a good time," he slowly drawls out, his grip on me becoming so tight, I nearly cry.

He looks at me whimpering and laughs. JJ clenches his fists and takes a step forward but stops himself when he sees this kook force me onto my knees and notices a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. I start to talk back but JJ puts his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I give him a funny look but he pleads to me with his eyes to just stay still and stop making noise. I catch on and quickly and stop but it's too late. The kook pulls out his gun and points it directly at my head. "I think someone needs to learn their place and say they're sorry," he says in that same creepy monotone voice.

"YOU STUPID BITCH," he screams towards me. "I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU Y/N," he yells, tapping the gun repeatedly on to my head.

I start crying immediately and I can't seem to make my mouth move. My entire life is flashing before me and all I can keep thinking about is "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die."

I can hear JJ saying my name and he pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts but only long enough to hear that crazy coked out kook screaming again. "SHUT UP AND STOP TALKING TO HER," he yells at JJ.

"No problem man, sorry about that," he says and slowly walks towards him. The kook is pacing in small circles and waving the gun around and all I can do is watch in horror.

"Yeah she can definitely be a bitch sometimes," JJ chuckles, trying to defuse the situation. He winks at me and nods his head, making a full circle around the kook. JJ is standing in front of me now and immediately, I feel so much better. Even though I've never been so scared in my life, I almost feel safe now. Almost.

The kook continues to pace back and forth as he and JJ talk about what a bitch I can be, laughing and making fun of me. Their words hurt but they seemed to calm the kook down. A few minutes later he plopped down in the sand and sighed loudly, dropping his gun next to him. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath, starting at the sand. JJ looked at me and to the gun and I nodded as he immediately springs into action, knocking the kook backwards while I quick grabbed the gun and threw it into the water. JJ was on top of him, punching him over and over again, him now the one screaming. "IF YOU EVER COME AROUND HERE AGAIN! IF YOU EVER FUCKING LAY A HAND ON THAT PRECIOUS BODY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU! DON'T FOR A SECOND THINK I WON'T. I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU ASSHOLE FOR PUTTING HER THROUGH THAT! FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THAT! FOR TRYING TO TAKE THE BEST THING I HAVE IN MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME! TRY THAT AGAIN AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE," he says punching him one last time, knocking him out cold. He was still alive but barely breathing. JJ saw the horror on my face and finally gets up off of him and rushes to my side. "Y/n! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please! Are you ok?," he begs me to answer him. I'm just kneeling in the sand beside this whole bloody scene and thinking about what just happened and I can't seem to talk or move. "Y/n? JJ gently shakes my shoulder and smooths out my hair. Y/N? He says a little louder, trying to get my attention," this time succeeding.

I let out a broken shriek and lunge into his arms, so happy to be comforted by the man kneeling before me. "J.. I...," I sob, tears streaming down my face. "I thought I was going to die," I say hysterically. "I thought we were going to die."

"I know darlin', I know" he coos into my ear as I continue to cry. "You know I'd never let that happen, y/n. You're safe with me, always," he says softly, stroking my hair and still hugging me tight.

"Oh my God," I start to say through my sobs. "And you... you stepped right in front of me...," you try to finish your thought but can't get out the words.

"I told you y/n, you're safe with me. I will never let anything bad happen to you," he says in a reassuringly soft voice. "I will always protect you."

I nuzzle into his chest and move further into his lap and cling to him for dear life. I never wanna let him go and even though I'm still shaken, I feel truly safe now. With him. Just like this.

"Now probably isn't the right time to tell you this," he says into the top of my head. He leans back a little and pushes me away slightly so I can look at him.

"Y/n?," he says, gently brushing his hand over my cheek and resting it there. "I'm in love with you," he says shakily.

My eyes go wide and I just stare at him as he leans his forehead against mine, sighing. "I've felt this way for so long y/n. Please? Say something? I thought I was going to lose you tonight. I can't stand to keep this from you another second. I'm sorry if this seems weird or out of the blue but I think I've honestly been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn't realize it until we were older. And then after everything that just happened, I know in my heart I had to tell you as soon as possible how I-," his words suddenly cut off and he's completely taken aback.

I can't stop myself from crashing my lips onto his and finally getting to kiss my best friend. I have been waiting for him to say something and act on his feelings for years. It just figures that a near death experience is what would finally give him the push he needed to finally tell me how he feels. I pull away and let him cup my face again, his grin giving me butterflies throughout my entire body. "So does that mean....," he starts to say before I cut him off again.

"I love you, too J. I've been waiting for you to say something for so long," I say to him, putting my head on his shoulder and hugging him again.

"So you knew?," he asks me seriously.

"I had a pretty good idea," I say leaning back up and facing him.

"Why didn't you say anything?," he groans, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair, chuckling.

"Well...," I ponder aloud. "I just figured that you weren't ready for me to know yet and that you'd tell me once you were," I shrugged. "I didn't want to force your hand and try to start something you weren't ready for or sure about," I say genuinely.

"I've always been sure, y/n. I guess I was just scared how you'd react...I didn't want ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand the thought of you rejecting me and not having you in my life so I guess I just took the safe route all this time," he says sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well there's no turning back now, Maybank," I smile at him.

"All in?," he asks, cocking his brow at me.

"All in," I agree nodding my head and grinning.

He leans in to kiss me and the feeling of his lips against mine almost make me forget the events of tonight until we start to hear a rustling in the sand besides us.

"Shit y/n! We better get out of here before that lunatic wakes up," JJ says helping me to my feet. He grabs my hand in his and we start to run towards the car. Never in all my life have I ever been in such a scary situation but at the same time, never in my life have I felt so safe and settled. Once we get to the car, he opens the door for me and asks me once again if I'm sure I'm alright. I say yes and he reluctantly takes my word for it and closes my door. He quickly runs around the back of the car and hops in, peeling out as fast as he can. "Where to, y/n?," he asks me.

"Can I spend the night with you J?, I ask quietly. "I'm a little scared to go home to an empty house. Just for tonight?," I plead.

"You can spend every night with me y/n," he says, taking my hand in his. "Scared or not," he says bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it sweetly.

I smile happily to myself and tell him that sounds perfect, snuggling up into his side, still holding his hand, as he drives us home.

"Thank you," I say to him quietly. "For everything."

"I'm just glad you're ok," he says, sighing as we turn onto his street.

We pull up to his empty house and sit in comfortable but heavy silence for a minute, digesting everything that's happened tonight.

"All in?," he asks me once again, staring straight forward out the windshield.

I smile at him and lift my head off his shoulder, turning so I can see his face. He turns towards me slightly and l lean my head on to his gently.

"All in," I repeat, smiling.

He slowly places his lips on mine, brushing my cheek with his thumb and sighs contently into the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that y/n," he says pulling away and staring into my eyes. I blush at his love filled gaze and smile sweetly, his words instantly bringing back all those butterflies.

"And you have no idea how long I'VE been waiting for you to do that," I giggle, looking longingly from his beautiful eyes to his luscious lips.

"Oh yeah," he questions flirtatiously, running his free hand through his hair. "Wanna know what else I've been waiting to do with you all this time," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrow at me.

"I thought you'd never ask," I say laughing as he rushes to get out of the car and runs to my door to open it for me.

He holds out his hand and helps me step out of the car and closes the door. Still holding my hand m, he leads me towards the door but stops just short of opening it.

"I'm really glad you're ok, y/n... I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you," he says to the ground before turning around to face me.

"And I'm really glad you're ok, J. The way you just leapt into action and stayed so calm. That was really smart thinking. You were so brave, that could have ended so badly for both of us. I don't know what I would have done either if something bad happened to you," I say and start to tear up again.

"Hey now, don't cry y/n," he says brushing the tears from my eyes. "We're both safe and sound, nothing to worry about now," he says hugging me.

"Now!," he says, sternly but silly, poking my side trying to make me smile. "TO THE LOVEMAKING," he playfully yells and hoists me over his shoulder. I giggle and roll my eyes as he quickly lets us into the house and runs us both up the stairs to his room, throwing me onto the bed and smiling at me like a love sick fool.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2! 💚

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cabezadeperro · 2 months

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💚 Cody/ Fox

hiiiiiii!!!!

💚 true love’s kiss / magic kiss / healed

established relationship, right at the beginning of the war. ~670w, T.

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The medic on shift doesn’t stop him, but Fox can feel his eyes on him all the way to Cody’s cot at the back.

On his defence, he’s not the only one. Fox is still wearing his shell, bright red against the dirty white of everything else. There are bodies in most of the beds, and it’s very early in the morning, but Fox couldn’t miss the whispers if he tried. He rolls his eyes and keeps his spine straight and his bucket on, feeling awkward and out of place and hating that he is.

Cody’s awake, because of course he is, and by the tilt to his barely there smirk he can see through Fox just fine. He looks thin and washed out where he is propped up in the bed, the thin pillow caught between his head and the back of his neck. His curls are too long and mussed with sleep, and when Fox stops next to his bed the stench of bacta waltzes right through his bucket’s filters and into his brain. Fox scrunches up his nose and breathes out, giving in to the inevitable: he takes off his helmet.

He blinks in the light. The medbay is high enough natural sunlight comes in through the many windows on the eastern wall, and dawn is loud and orange and there, painting all it touches. Fox can’t tell whether his headache loves it too little or too much, and before he can decide Cody’s opening his mouth.

“You lost?” he croaks. There are bruises all over his right side, starting around his right eye and disappearing under the neck of his scrubs. Three days in a bacta tank and he’s managed to find some strength to fuck with Fox.

“I smelled something rotting from across the Rotunda,” Fox replies. “I had to find out what it was.”

Cody pouts. He doesn’t know that’s what he’s doing, and he’ll deny it if anyone points it out, but that’s what is, that’s what he’s doing.

“Fuck off, they had to grow me a new lung,” he mumbles. He tries to sit up and gives up with a wince, lies down again.

It occurs to Fox that he looks very young and very small. Small, and fragile, and vulnerable; soft and very easy to break. Fox shifts in place, his throbbing feet letting him know that he should be in bed. Cody’s watching him, half-asleep and somehow seeing too much at the same time. He blinks and looks away when Fox catches him staring, and the silence that follows is—new.

Fox clears his throat. He shifts his grip on his bucket and yawns. “I should leave,” he says. He feels slow and empty at once. “I’m on the night shift this month.”

Cody hums. He lifts a hand, hooks two fingers around Fox’s belt. They’re taped together, the fingernail missing in one of them.

“Good morning kiss to make me feel better before you leave?” he says, too loud and perfectly obnoxious in the waking medbay. Someone snorts at Fox’s back, and he has to fight the temptation to roll his eyes.

Cody’s watching him with challenge in his eyes, and Fox knows it’s on purpose and he hates that it always fucking works on him, kind of makes him want lo leave him there just to make a point—but maybe it’s lack of sleep, maybe it’s the way the sun paints Cody sunrise gold, maybe it’s the missing lung and the near miss, but Fox finds himself going with the pull in his belt.

Cody’s forehead is too warm and still sticky with bacta. Fox kisses him there, just the once, dry and chaste and kind of awkward, and closes his eyes. Cody’s free hand reaches out to cradle his jaw and then stays there, as warm and sticky as his forehead.

“You really stink,” Fox mumbles, lips moving against skin. He can taste bacta on the back of his tongue.

Cody hums and, for once in his life, says nothing.

#codyfox #maría writes #commander cody #commander fox #kiss prompts 2.0

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forest-falcon · 4 months

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A couple of teeny snippets from a fluffy WIP as I haven't posted in a while.

💚 - - - First snippet - - - 💚

Virgil stared down as he cradled his very-own, real-life miracle.

He'd always wanted to be a dad, he'd just assumed it hadn't been in the cards for him.

International Rescue, truth be told, had been amazing for the occasional hook up, but it had hardly lent itself to long-term relationships. Every relationship was automatically long-distance. Dates were always thwarted by call-outs, and meeting genuine, salt-of-the-earth people had been challenging at best. So, he had drawn the conclusion that not being able to have a family of his own would be the price he'd pay for his role in International Rescue. A role that saved lives daily - so how could he complain?

Tiny fingers reached out from white cotton.

Thank God he had been wrong.

Virgil felt his daughter's dainty, little fingers grasp around his own, and a sudden well of emotion caught within his throat.

God, she was so beautiful.

He loved every inch of her; her bright saucer eyes...her adorable button nose...those small newborn snuffles and grunts...she was utter perfection.

Little one wrestled against a gigantic yawn (for one so small), then stared up at Virgil with a small frown as she struggled to focus.

Virgil planted a kiss on her soft, downy head, and smiled.

"Hello little one.”

💙- - - Second teeny snippet - - -💙

Scott watched his brother with a smile.

"Y'know...Virgil's always said he was made for heavy lifting. I disagree. He was made for this. He was made to be a dad."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #virgil tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy

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arttrampbelle · 7 months

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Snake man/Naga au shang tsung

Ok ok hear me out

snake man shang tsung. Or naga shang tsung. Whichever one you prefer to use.

Ok listen. This is a fun au idea.

And no this isn't about mk1 2023 shang tsung! Picture any other shang tsung. Plz. Even. Chin hans shang tsung from the mk 2021 movie for all i care. (Tho i pictured tagawa's shang but thats just me)

But anyways.

Snake man shang.

Cw:none really. I guess au shang tsung? Snakes?

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Imagine.

Shang tsung as a snake man

His eyes are of a gold and green. The pupils almost look like they have galaxies in them,secrets of the unknown. Hidden knowledge of the universe and the magics of the veil and void. Flashed gold when angered and threatened. And in darkness.

And scales of viridian dark greens fading into an iridescent metallic lime green. Golden flecks throughout the scales.

Claws are black painted with golden tips.

Hair is a deep black ink. The deepest black and long tresses neatly kempt. Adorned with the finest hair ornaments. Some were "trophies" of the souls he took and the warriors he devoured.

His fangs while intimidating,only produced venom when nessicary. Tounge is long, serpentine,when he speaks his s's hiss and his R's growl. You can feel the primal sounds.

His upper half was of a handsome man. In his mid to late 40s. That of far eastern decent. Nose distinctly hooked and that of serpentine. Smile is soothingly sinister. As if he is knowing before one speaks. A golden tan to his skin reflects that of a man who loves sunning. Sleeping on his island domains beach and shore is his favorite pastime. Nicely muscled and very active.

His voice is of honey. Rich,deep,thick. Sweet words of lulling. Only to extrap you in his coils. And by then...it is all but too late. He has you.

The master of his den,keeps it spotless. Takes very good care of it. Adorns it with only the finest treasures,jewels,silks,and decor. His island home is absolutely beautiful. All are welcome. But few ever want to leave....or....*laugh* could leave. Books upon books scattered about his lair tells of an intellectual man. Various tinkering of devices also states of a man who is engineering. Alchemy and science. Magic and practicality. This is a man of absolute brilliance. Deadly and terrifyingly intelligent.

To look upon this man. Is to look at the devil face to face. How you face said devil. Tells more about you traveler. Than the serpentine you gaze upon.

Some run,some hide,some act in righteous fury,some cry in fear. And some...just some...look upon him.

And feel free. Alive. And even fall into a deep love and compassion.

These are the people you should be wary of.

For they do not fear death nor hell.

And they find comfort,in his deathly coils.

Shang tsung,lord of souls. High mage of magic. Emperor of the grey isle. Master of death itself.

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Oh boy this was so much fun to write! Lemme know if you guys want more!

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#mortal kombat #shang tsung #naga shang tsung #snake man shang tsung #shang tsung au #monster lover #monster fuckers rejoice! i have food for you!#shang tsung x reader #mortal kombat shang tsung #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat au #tw snakes #cw snakes

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brittscafe · 1 year

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Okay first of all I LOVE your writing especially your Kisuke headcanons!! Could you possibly write more about maybe getting hurt in a battle and Kisuke comes to save you and stays with you while you’re injured and like even Jinta and Ururu and Tessai are worried about you since you’re part of the family and Kisuke is just so in love with you? Sorry this was kinda long lol but if not no worries I hope you have a great day!! 💚💚💚

omgggg I absolutely love this idea! <3 I hope you like it!

Jinta and Ururu were in serious trouble and so were you. The arrangers had infiltrated Karakura town and Jinta and Ururu were confronted by Yammy, luckily you were right by their side.

Yammy was a very large and strong man, but you were strong just like any other soul reaper.

Your heavy pants fill the humid air and the sun beams down on you. Your muscles ache and throb and sweat drips down your forehead. Your fingers are loosely wrapped around your heavy sword and you gulp.

"Y/N!" Jinta calls out with concern.

"Stay back!" you demand harshly,

"If you want them, you'll have to go through me first," you demand through gritted teeth, forcing yourself up onto your weak legs in front of Jinta and Ururu.

Suddenly the sword thrusts straight into your lower gut and your heart stops beating for a minute. Your stomach twists into uneasy knots and your eyes glance down at the sword sticking inside of you.

The blood starts to spill out from your gut and the fear fills your eyes. A tiny gasp leaves your lips as Yammy rips out his sword from your gut and the blood splashes onto the green grass, painting it a dark crimson red.

Pain shatters your body and you collapse down onto your knees. The sword clatters onto the grass and your chest becomes heavy. Your face twists with agony and you press your palms to the soft grass, trying to hold yourself up.

Yammy reaches down and wraps his large hand around your throat. He easily lifts your fragile body off the ground up to his eyesight and your feet dangle in the air.

The ground seems a million years away and Yammy chuckles loudly. His hand starts to squeeze against your throat and your eyes start to bulge out from your sockets.

You squirm and grunt as your lungs burn for an ounce of air. You kick your feet back and forth, trying to escape the monster. You dig your fingernails into his hand, but it's no use.

He won't budge.

Your throat burns as if a thousand needles had been jammed into it and tears burn your eyelids. Yammy releases his tight grip. He tosses you aside and your body thuds back onto the ground.

You gasp loudly, inhaling and exhaling ragged, short breaths. Your heartbeat starts to fade out as the tears stream down your face.

"Scream, Benihime!" a familiar voice rings throughout your eardrums. A red beam of energy shoots through the woods and strikes Yammy straight in the chest.

Your heart skips a beat as Kisuke emerges from the smoke created by Benihime. His blonde hair and green bucket hair sway in the wind and Tessai stands behind Kisuke.

Kisuke's eyes flicker over to you and his jaw slightly drops open. His eyes flicker with darkness and rage.

"Are you okay, miss Y/N?" Tessai rushes over towards your side as Kisuke charges at Yammy, swinging his sword like a madman.

You open your mouth to speak, but a loud screeching noise fills your eardrums. Your nose scrunches up at the horrid sound and the blue sky starts to open up.

Yammy starts to float up towards the portal and he roars out a deep chuckle, disappearing back to Hueco Mundo.

Kisuke strides over to you, putting his sword back into his cane. He kneels down beside you and carefully hooks his arms around you. He lifts up your body and a grunt escapes you lips.

You wrap your arms around his neck securely and rest your head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm late, sweetheart. I'll take care of you now," he whispers softly into your ear. Your eyelids become heavy and by the time Kisuke has taken you back to the shop, you're passed out.

Kisuke carefully undoes your soul reaper uniform and his eyes widen at the large wound below your gut.

Ururu and Jinta are in the kitchen, helping Tessai make a soup for you.

Kisuke's soul burns with a deep feeling of regret and guilt as he cleans the blood staining your skin. A frown tugs on his face and he carefully wraps the white bandage around your torso.

Your chest goes up and down with each soft breath you inhale and exhale. He tightens the bandage and ties your uniform back together.

Your body tingles as your eyelids slowly flutter open and Kisuke's heart skips a beat. His breath shudders as your soft eyes meet his and relief washes over his body.

"Hi," you mumble out with a raspy, weak voice. You hold out your hand and Kisuke grabs onto it, squeezing it tightly.

"Hey there," he greets you with a tiny grin.

"You saved me," you comment.

"I was too late," Kisuke lowers his head with shame, a frown spreading across his face.

"No, you were right on time," you reassure him, propping yourself up and wrapping your arms around his neck. You snuggle your head into the crook of his soft and warm neck.

Kisuke's hands slowly wrap around your waist and he lets out a heavy sigh.

Kisuke closes his eyes and relaxes for a moment, before giving you a gentle squeeze. You pull away from Kisuke and place your hand on his cheek, smiling warmly.

"Miss, Y/N! You're finally awake," Tessai voices make you jolt away from Kisuke. You glance over Kisuke's shoulder and your eyes lock onto Tessai holding a bowl of steaming food.

Ururu and Jinta are right by his side.

"Jinta and I helped Tessai made your favorite soup," Ururu softs speak and your eyes widen. Tessai holds the soup towards you and your mouth waters with hunger.

You reach out your hands to grab the soup, but suddenly Jinta leaps into your arms. A tiny gasp escapes your lips as Jinta grips onto you tightly and

"I was so worried about you," he mumbles out, his voice breaking.

"That's nice of you, Jinta," Kisuke comments, a grin tugging on his face. Jinta pulls away from you and shoots Kisuke a harsh glare.

"You're still a moocher, " Jinta comments and you scoff with amusement. Jinta grabs the bowl from Tessai and hands it to you.

You grab the warm bowl and inhale the sweet scent. Your lungs fill with the smell and Kisuke lets out a tiny chuckle.

"What?" you giggle out, shrugging your shoulders.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he assures you, grabbing onto your hand and interlacing your fingers. Kisuke smiles at you and you give him a reassuring nod.

"Ew!" Jinta scoffs out, crossing his arms over his chest. Kisuke and you glance over at Jinta, both laughing.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi, it's me (again 😅). I really am sorry about the previous request but if it's okay I was wondering if I could request another GN/Masc X reader if that's okay?

I've been having really really bad depressive episodes lately and this last week it's been almost every day. Today has definitely been the worst in a while though, so I was wondering (if it's okay ofc) if I could request a comfort x reader? Something with Wolffe and/or Crosshair where they help/comfort their S/O if that's okay? If not I completely understand!

Thank you so much again for at least taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it! 😅😊

Aloha!

There is no need to apologize. I'm glad you decided to try it again, and as promised, I get to work right away 😊 I'm sorry you are feeling so down lately, I hope I can provide a little comfort 💚

Let me see what I can do for you 😊

Wolffe / Crosshair x GN Reader One-shots (Drabbles) - You Are My Place Of Comfort

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Wolffe

Right when he enters your apartment, the first thing he says is not a hello, but, "I know that look on your face. What's wrong?"

Wolffe looks at you so piercingly, arms crossed in front of his chest, that his question seems like a command you can't avoid. You frown, you didn't really want to talk about it, you just want to enjoy his closeness, spend time with him. But Wolffe is an attentive partner. You should have guessed that he would notice.

"It's one of those lows I told you about once. You know, they come and go. Lately it's been more frequent and quite intense," you finally say, giving in under his gaze, though with a throwaway hand gesture to downplay it. Today is your first day off together in ten days, you don't want to spoil his mood.

Wolffe lowers his arms, kisses your cheek and says, "Okay, I see, we should do something about that."

"Wolffe, you know that…"

"Don't argue," Wolffe says, playfully stern.

He holds two tickets to the Wellness Center under your nose, whereupon you look at him in surprise.

Wolffe smirks and says, "It's almost as if I knew you needed a rest".

The smile on his striking face is infectious, you can't help but return it. His fingers hook behind your leather belt, and he pulls you close.

"Steam baths, massages, all that stuff, we'll relax, and then we'll order dinner at home and watch a good holo movie," he suggests.

"Sounds good," you say with a soft sigh of relief.

It feels like you can just put yourself in his care and let go. Wolffe exudes something that makes you feel safe, confident and secure. Your hand reaches for his prominent chin, and he holds perfectly still for a moment as you press your lips to his.

As your lips part, you hear him say softly in his deep voice, "Was that for the tickets?"

You laugh softly and say, "That was mostly for me, but yes, the kiss was for the tickets too."

"I expect a little more than chaste kisses for it later, though".

You laugh, shake your head, and elbow him in the side as you make your way out.

"Hey" he says playfully indignant, rubbing the spot you bumped him on, "I was talking about cuddling".

You smirk and say, "Yeah, yeah," as he finally wraps an arm around your shoulders with a cheeky wink.

Crosshair

You were supposed to meet today, but you just called Crosshair to cancel. He was not very enthusiastic, but you are not in a very good mood at the moment, and you know from experience that Crosshair does not feel very comfortable in your presence when you have those days.

However, as you are already sitting on your sofa in comfort clothes, your doorbell rings. You are surprised, because you don't expect a visitor, and are even more surprised when you open the door and Crosshair is standing in front of you.

"What…? But I canceled…"

He says dryly, "Yes, I'm happy to see you too".

"I didn't mean it like that" you say softly and let him enter.

He holds up a bottle of wine and says, "I brought you something"

"That's very thoughtful," you say softly.

He eyes you in your comfort clothes and then the snacks on the coffee table and says, "Doesn't look to me like you're particularly busy. It's not that I'm surprised, I could hear right away in your voice that you were lying, but I'd like to know why."

You sigh and take the wine bottle he gives you, and he follows you into the kitchen, where you open it and fill two glasses with it.

"Is it another one of those episodes?" he finally asks.

"It is," you reluctantly confirm, "And I know you're not handling it very well. Which is kind of sad, because being with you is actually my place of comfort."

He lowers his eyes, then you hear him sigh softly.

"I'm sorry" you hear him say quietly, "I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't want you around when you have these phases. You're right, it's hard for me to deal with, but I can learn if you give me the chance."

He steps closer to you, his hands move to your hips, and he says, "It's a nice feeling, though, knowing that my presence is doing you good."

You look at him and smile wryly.

"Is it okay if we just snuggle on the couch today, have some snacks and maybe watch a movie or something?" you ask cautiously.

Crosshair smirks, points to the wine with a nod of his head and says, "Add the wine, and we have a deal."

You breathe a sigh of relief and lean your forehead against his.

"Okay, we'll take the wine with us"

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divine-misfortune · 8 months

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A smut prompt for you

6 with Aurora and Cumulus

Please and thank you 💚

The cotton was wet and slightly unpleasant against her tongue, though the taste was anything but. Piquant, salty and almost a bit like honeysuckle. The sweetest ambrosia to ever grace Cumulus' tastebuds. She hardly protests when two lithe fingers pushed drenched panties further into her mouth, only groaning as her jaw was forced further open to accommodate them.

Aurora giggled. The curl of her smile pressing lightly to a small cluster of freckles. The younger ghoulette felt small slotted against her back. Almost tall enough to hook her chin over her shoulder, she mapped out the soft curves of her body with blind curious hands. Aurora was surprisingly heavy handed for something so dainty, for a ghoul so sweet looking.

Nails grazing skin, her claws flanked down her side. Cumulus’ breath hitched, a sharp inhale through her nose, drawing in more of that musky smell.

"How do you taste?" Aurora hummed without the expectation of an answer. When Cumulus tried, she only pressed her fingers deeper. Enough to make her eyes water but not enough to gag. “Not polite to talk with your mouth full,” she scolded with an uncharacteristic bite to her words though the palm sliding over her hip to her belly was expectedly affectionate.

Her eyes fluttered shut when Aurora dipped ever so slightly, two fingers almost pressing into her core but instead simply spread her folds open. The little motion made her cheeks redden. She could feel her body just beginning to drip, and that fact alone made her cunt clench around nothing. She was this wet because she needed to be filled, and Aurora pointedly avoided doing so. Her little princess was starting to become too much of a tease for her to handle. Aurora let out a shocked, albeit exaggerated, gasp as she coated her fingers in slick. Dragging back and forth between her lips, always stopping just shy of where Cumulus needed her.

Cumulus whined in annoyance as she wiggled her hips back but only earned a hiss and Aurora’s little hand cupping her mound. Trapping the heat there. She felt like a god damn furnace.

“Shh.” It was the only warning Aurora felt like giving her, and Cumulus begrudgingly considered heading it. Aurora would leave her right there against that bathroom wall if she didn’t get her way, and Cumulus could’ve wept at the thought of being left in this state. “I was fucking right to gag you.”

She withdrew her fingers from her mouth and grabbed her jaw instead, turned her face for a moment just to admire the black fabric balled up and stuffed past her ruby lips. Drool had started to trickle from the corners of her mouth. Cumulus knew she looked like a mess, and they’d barely started. Her face was released with a pleased trill, and Cumulus dropped her chin to her chest to squeeze her eyes shut.

“...Do you want them to hear?” She asked somewhere between amusement and disgust. The heel of her palm pressed harshly to her clit. Not enough grace for her to even grind into, just pressure. A whimper bubbled out of her. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Without looking Cumulus knew she was grinning ear to ear. Aurora spent far too much time with Swiss, she’d picked up that devious grin of his.

If her face wasn’t red enough, her flush surely deepened as her cunt was given a firm tap. Not hard enough to be considered a slap but still enough for her to fully jolt. Squeak muffled behind her makeshift gag.

"I'm sure everyone would be just shocked to see mommy being made to be a good girl for her princess." She nuzzled into the soft white curls thrown over her shoulder. All sweet in action but devious in intention. "I want to see just how good you know how to be, mommy."

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Sweet and Sour

Telltale!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 600 commission: edward and a ridiculously sweet and cute reader 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, suggested oral sex

Looming over your shoulder, he stood silently, patiently, waiting for you to notice him as you focused on your work. As you watched the monitor switch off your eyes were still trained to the dark screen, and you could see him standing there behind you in the dark reflection.

“Eddie!”

Spinning round in your chair you leaned up, throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him down to you, planting a huge, pouting kiss to his cheek.

“I’m all done here, you wanna do something with me?”

“Always, my precious little thing.”

Edward tapped the tip of your nose softly with his cane, placing it to the side and pulling a chair over beside you.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”

“Never! I’m all finished. And I’d rather be spending time with you, dummy.”

He offered a sincere, bashful smile, letting his hand fall to your thigh, fingers teasing at the hem of your skirt as he shifted it out of the way, allowing his fingers the gratitude of contact with your soft skin. As you giggled at the touch, his eyes focused on yours, completely attentive to you as he walked his fingers further up your thigh before tracing them back down again.

“You are such a tease, Eddie Bear.”

He grimaced at the nickname, but fell to his knees in front of you anyway.

“Do you see this? For you, even with the ever-so-sickeningly-sweet nicknames and ‘positive vibes’ I am still willing to worship at your feet.”

“Gosh! Eddie, you’re going to make me blush!”

“I’ll do a lot more than that if you’ll let me?”

Letting his palms slide under your skirt, he kept staring up at you until his fingers were hooked into either side of your panties, tugging at them and pulling them down, slipping them off and tossing them to the side. You leant your head back with a soft inhale, a moan on the exhale as you breathed his name.

“Oh, Eddie…”

“Even the way you speak is so sweet.”

He rested his cheek on your thigh, forearms lifting the fabric of your skirt, offering him a slight glimpse of what lay between your legs.

“Your voice, lilting like a song.”

The cooing, low tones of his sweet words tingled over your skin, your hips bucking in search of friction as he spoke.

“Your body, dancing to its own tune.”

“Eddie… please…”

“Patience, my little doll.”

“Oh… you’re not… hng… playing very… fair, mister!”

“Oh, but my dear, you knew I wasn’t a fair man when you met me. And yet, I received adoring email after adoring email.”

He kissed up your thigh, his voice dulled by the shelter of the fabric as he reached closer to you, stopping just short of your swollen lips, his breath warm against your skin.

“Lewd messages, those adorable pictures of you in your cute little outfits, and without them.”

“Mhm…”

“The way you sounded when you called me, when you talked to me while I worked.”

“God… Eddie…”

“And how you were just as wonderfully soft, and spectacularly kind, in person as you were when there was a distance between us.”

With his finger stroking down your lips, your slick coating his fingers as he separated your lips slightly, you were unable to even form words. The anticipation killing you.

“But that’s what drew me to you. The yin to my yang. The blooming flower in my little patch of weeds. Kindness. Which I needed more than anything.”

The devotion, the adoration, that tinted each word with a romantic, pink hue in your mind was enough to have you moaning already, before he had even begun to taste you.

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Vodika, my love, I promise this is the last one. I swear!

Can I get "what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!" with Keeli?

Babes, my feet are always freezing. I would totally stick my cold feet on him to warm them up. Clones gotta run hot. They just gotta. Do I feel bad? A little. Will it stop me? No.

Please and thank you 💚 (no more)

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Snow Day

Summary: After a day in the snow with Keeli, he decides to warm you up.

Pairing: Captain Keeli x Reader

Word Count: 685

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long, and I'm also sorry if it's bad. I have the mother of all migraines, but I wanted to try to write something before I take a nap. Or rip my brain out and trade it for one that's not defective. Whichever.

Divider by Saradika

It’s cold. Freezing even.

Of course, you’re safe and warm inside your home, but there’s something incredibly peaceful about watching the snow fall from the sky, and cover your home in a blanket of white.

You curl your hands around your mug of tea, and take a sip. The warm drink is doing wonders to ward off the chill you’re feeling, in spite of being in the warmth of the house.

Of course, a large portion of the chill comes from the fact that you spent the last three hours out in the cold. Your Keeli hasn’t had many chances to see the wonders of the winter, what with being from Kamino and then the war, so when you realized that it snowed the night before, you were more than happy to drag him into the cold.

You hope he had fun.

You definitely did, with the sledding and the ice skating and the snowman making-

You turn when you hear light footsteps behind you, and you grin when you feel strong arms hook around your waist, “Watching the snow?” Keeli asks, his voice low.

“It’s peaceful.” You reply, taking a moment to set your mug on the side table and then turning into his embrace, and reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, “Plus, I didn’t want to start the movie until you got out of the shower.”

Keeli hums thoughtfully and then he leans in and bumps his nose against yours, “You could have gotten the couch and blanket all warm for me, cyare.” He replies with a teasing grin.

You laugh softly, “Could have, but didn’t. Shame on me.”

His grip around your waist tightens, and he lightly bumps his forehead against yours, “Well, now that I’m all thawed from the snow, I suppose we can watch this ‘must see’ movie of yours.”

“It’s tradition,” You reply, mock solemnly.

“Well, who am I to ignore tradition,” Keeli agrees, his tone light. He kisses you quickly and squeezes your hips, “Come on, pretty girl, let’s get away from the window.”

“If we must,” You sigh dramatically, and then you giggle when he scoops you into his arms and carries you over to the massive couch, where he gently sets you on one of the cushions, and kisses the top of your head.

He walks away, just for a moment, and then returns with your mug of tea and his own mug of caf, both of which he sets on a nearby table, and then he grabs the massive blanket that had been a gift from your mother when you moved Keeli in, and he returns to your side.

As soon as he’s settled on the couch, you bury yourself against his side, quite happily leeching his warmth as he drapes the blanket around the both of you.

You turn on the electric fireplace, and Keeli chuckles and kisses the top of your head, “Hm…in the mood for some romance, cyare?” He almost coos in your ear.

You grin at him, “With you? Always.” You lean up and kiss him, a quiet laugh escaping you as he immediately deepens the kiss into something more passionate and distracting.

Keeli leans you back so that you’re laying out on the couch, absently tugging the blanket so it stays over the both of you, and he manages to do so without breaking the kiss.

The part of you that isn’t wholly distracted with his lips and hands, is impressed at just how talented your sweet Captain is. The large majority of your attention, however, is wrapped up in him and his lips.

Which is why you release a whine when he pulls away from you with a muffled curse.

You blink at him, hazily, “What’s wrong?”

“Your feet are cold, cyare,” Keeli replies, more amused than anything, “Do I look like a space heater to you?”

You smile brightly, reaching up and pulling him back down so his lips hover just over yours, “My favorite space heater.”

He laughs, and then crashes his lips against yours again, “Well then, I better warm you up then.”

#star wars #tcw #captain keeli x reader #keeli x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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dedicatednotobsessed · 11 months

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hi. is it possible to request an ewan mitchell x non-actress asian reader? she is introduced to ewan because of her besties tom and phia. she is currently a student in oxford, studying mathematics and classical piano, and casually models from time to time just for fun and earn extra cash. she also speaks multiple asian languages and, while a lot of the guys in her cohort are intimidated by her, ewan was immediately taken by her. thanks.

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Of course! For more HOTD requests, just submit a strong snack to Vhagar through my ask box 💚 {I will be opening my ask box soon for The Last Kingdom and Game of Thrones requests, so keep an eye out for that announcement! 💕}

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Prestigious Student [Ewan Mitchell x Asian!Reader]