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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!💚

MASTERLIST

“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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thatsdemko · 8 months

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fuck it, it’s fine - p.gavi

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pairings: Pablo gavi x gem!footballer!reader

warnings: mentions of hooking up + some content not intended for minors

a/n: everyone thank miss Olivia Rodrigo for getting me out of a writers block!!!!

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans

I know I should stop-, but I can't

THE NEXT DAY | NOW

the tablet is slammed down against the wooden table and shoved towards the edge of the desk where you’re seated. it’s not a pretty sight to look at, your public relations manager, your coach, your teams manager, and an article about your public hook up with a man you’d sworn was nothing but a friend despite previous sexual relations with that ended poorly for you and your team.

“I’ll give you a chance to explain why your tongue was in his mouth.” your teams manager paces the tiny conference room, everyone watches your every move waiting for a response, but nothing comes. your mouth is agape, like it’s ready to move and speak words, but nothing comes. the headline, the images, and the tiny caption below your faces stole every breath you had.

PABLO GAVI SEEN WITH Y/N Y/L/N DESPITE DENYING RUMORS OF PREVIOUS RELATIONS.

the Real Madrid footballer, y/n y/l/n, seen shoving tongue down Pablo gavi’s throat. it was reported the two had many hookups throughout the previous season through anonymous sources.

“how did this happen again?”

“well…”

THAT AFTERNOON

winning your first match of the season is the best feeling. it gives you the clarity in mind that the season could have a great ending or a decent outcome, and with high spirits, you enter the locker room on cloud nine. oh little did you know what was waiting for you.

your team pats each other on the back, hugs for the members who ran the pitch, and showers of water from the plastic bottles to celebrate the first game back. it’s all the things that should bring you into a good mood, except the little device in your hands has other news.

gavi: nice win.

gavi: do you want to come over?

now how could you say no? sure, it’s been a couple of months since your stomach did backflips and your heart nearly shot out of its chest, but could you ever turn down Pablo gavi? absolutely not. even if it was bad for you, and you’d end up spiraling out of control like the last time, you still say what you always do.

you: time and place. I’ll be there.

—

his cheeky little grin makes you want to slap it right off. the minute he opens that door, the second that grin fell onto his lips, you don’t feel a single amount of regret when your lips touch his.

“Aw you missed me?” he chuckles, the vibration of him pulls you closer as you kick the door shut behind you. your lips just grazing each others before he bites your bottom lip with his teeth allowing his tongue to slip inside.

“pretty big ego you got to think I would miss you.” you say. pressing your index finger into his chest, you position your body closer to his, but still with enough space between you both. you can practically feels his cock hardening against you despite the distance between you both. it makes you smile knowing how you quick he was wrapped around your finger.

“I don’t know, rumor has it I’m all you think about.” his smirk makes your brain fuzzy, your pussy throbs like it hasn’t before as you press yourself into him feeling his hardness in his pants. you plant your lips against his, and grab a fistful of his hair allowing his mouth to open for your tongue to slip in , “I guess the rumors are true.”

“aren’t you the guy who says don’t believe everything you read online?” you cross your arms over your chest, subconsciously, pushing them upward and closer together making his eyes fall anywhere but on your face. you like the way he looks at you, and despite where he’s looking, Pablo knew how to give you the attention where you wanted it. maybe that’s why you always crawled back.

a scoff escapes his lips while he shakes his head to snap him out from staring at your chest, “god you drive me wild.”

“good to know I do something to you.” you say it with a sly smile when he unexpectedly turns toward you and presses a kiss to your lips. it wasn’t unlike him to show this sort of affection, but Pablo gavi was more into sex than feelings.

“let’s go out, I want to show you off.”

“showing me off in Barcelona? you must forget who I play for.”

THE NEXT DAY | NOW

his fingers tap against the wood table tops listening to you from start to finish, and when you finally look up, none of their hard facial expressions had fallen. this truly was a bad idea. getting in his car, sucking off his face for millions of people to see, the feeling in your gut is anything but pleasant.

“do you ever make smart decisions?”

your public relations manager laughs, the stress lines on his forehead can tell you every story of stupid decisions you’d made since the move to Madrid. and all of them seemed to start and end with Pablo gavi.

“I’d ban you from seeing him, but what’s the point? I know you’ll go and do it anyway.”

“no sir I’m done with him and anyone in a Barcelona shirt.” you put your hands up in defeat wishing you had a white flag to show you were surrendering to the root cause of frustration from your team.

“get out of my office now, I hope I don’t have to see you here again this season.”

you push yourself out of the chair and bid a goodbye to your three least favorite people out of the entire team and exit the building with not an ounce of pride left in you.

gavi: my place again? I guess I did miss you.

here we go again.

Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

"I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said

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ghouljams · 11 months

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imagine Fae!Ghost being forced by love to sit down and do art projects/scrap booking or making little friendship bracelets and he only puts up with it because it’s her and he’s doing her a favor so more hooks! I think it would be so cute! Just this big exasperated Fae man who everyone fears and actively avoids doing art projects with his love because she begged him to.

More Fae!Ghost fluff, the fuckups can be sweet too, please God(my brain) let them be sweet(stop making me horny).

You have completely exploded all over the coffee table. Sitting on the floor sifting through journaling supplies and different colored threads, various scraps of paper from your day and about a million colored markers and little charms. Simon is giving you a wide berth as he tries to find a decent angle to get to his seat on the couch.

"So what're we avoiding here?" He asks, opting to go over the back of the couch to sit down.

"Deadline," you tell him, snipping at the edges of a cream colored paper star. He hums, and reaches past you to pick up a deep red, deeply tangled, bundle of string. He tucks it back against his palm and grabs the pink bundle as well.

"Always good to avoid," You hold your hand out for him to give you your supplies back, watching him wrap the thread neatly around his fingers. "There's a match on soon."

"No footie, I'm trying to focus," Simon frowns with a displeased hum, and settles the neat bundle in your palm. You watch him wrap the next one and are struck with an absolutely brilliant idea. "You could help, it'll go faster and then I can get back to my real work," you bat your lashes at him and rest your cheek against his knee. He stares at you for a long moment before his shoulders drop and he tells you,

"Fine, what do you need?"

Simon is very good with his hands. Which you already knew, but watching him make knots and loop thread is sort of mesmerizing. It's not exactly complicated, but he picks up patterns well, twisting little daisies between his fingers as you abandon work on your own bracelet. You're not sure if he's having fun or just humoring you, but it's nice sitting with him and working on something together.

You rest your head against his knee, writing out your day between scraps of paper. The tag from your morning tea, an event ticket, a sketch of the stamp on your hand courtesy of Simon. You feel so pleasantly warm and full in a way that you haven't since you were a kid. Simon reaches past you to snag a bead and returns to his work, you grab a marker to highlight your favorite parts of the day, the room is full of the quiet sounds of your work.

Simon grabs your wrist off your journal and pulls it to rest on his leg, tying his creation to your wrist. When you're allowed your wrist back you feel your chest swell at the neat little daisy chain, "Love" spelled in letter beads and resting over your pulse. Simon's fingers thread through your hair, scratching the base of your skull lightly.

"Didn't know you could do that," Simon mumbles, and you take your eyes off the best thing he's ever given you to look up at him. You hadn't even noticed until he'd pointed it out, but you're purring.

#Love makes a matching bracelet for Simon and he never takes it off #shows it off to könig who has never been more jealous in his life #me trying to think of the most chaotic hobby to give Love: a journalling #she probably sews too because i sew and i am so messy with it #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #reader x ghost #fae!Ghost #i could make her a doll hobbyist #theres truly no other hobby where you talk about decapitating people and eye removal to that degree

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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some nsfw headcanons for john price for vday

trying to put this under read more bc any under 18 bbies need to stay away. i'm not kidding.

this man is the one and only exception to my "I don't have a daddy kink" rule

I feel like he is the ultimate Dom, but a soft dom who is totally smitten with you

he is content to just have you kneeling between his legs, cockwarming him with your mouth, as he works on paperwork

absolute teddy bear who is constantly checking on you, but lordy, his dirty talk is another level

"that's good, right, love?"

"look at you, so pretty like this"

I feel like he's got a bit of a dacryphilia and edging kink

would keep you edged for what feels like forever and he's so casual about it. Price would have you seated between his legs, your ankles hooked around the back of his calf, one hand stroking over your most sensitive spot and the other roaming around your body. he's watching the fucking tennis match. you're moaning, whimpering, and bucking up against his hand but he just shushes you and then comments on the game like nothing else is happening.

after he comes back from missions, he just wants to be close to you

he's emotionally constipated tho bc he's in the military of course so

he won't say anything, but he comes home and finds you bent over the counter looking for a new trash bag and he presses himself flush against your ass

has fucked his fist many times to a polaroid he has of you riding his cock with his lit cigar between your lips

totally has a rank kink

you call him "Captain" and he's at full salute, some might say

aftercare normally consists of a bath with you resting against his chest (on god this man has some chest hair that you love to draw your hand across, twisting and tugging on some of the curls as he lets out low chuckles and groans against your neck as you tug on his nipple)

he makes sure to use your favorite scented body wash to slowly and tenderly stroke along your skin, leaving soft kisses along your shoulder as he massages your sore muscles

once the water is cold, he hauls you up and wraps you in a fluffy towel before sweeping you off your feet and the two of you go tumbling into bed

teddy bear. daddy. if price dates me, no one say shit about age gaps. i know what i signed up for alkasjdlkfasjdf.

#valentine’s day series #john price x reader #john price imagine #captain price x reader #captain price imagine #cod imagine #call of duty imagine

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halfmoth-halfman · 11 months

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may i interest you in some more fic recs????😉

the second half of my may fic rec list!! if you wanna see more more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all on my recs blog, here!! please note the navi page is still under construction!!

and of course, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!! 💜

may fic recs pt. 1

John Price

missed you - @thanksbutno98

✧ everything i wanted and more omg this is the treatment price deserves tbh. man deserves to relax and be pampered like a princess. such a cute fic that filled my need for fluff perfectly!!

bloodstained honesty || part two - @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms

✧ had me on the edge of my damn seat good lord. saw this line “Price?” and had to stop reading to do a lap around my living room, this fic had me stressing tf out but in the best way possible.

puppy love || five | six | seven | eight - @writeforfandoms

✧ price. puppies. perfection. am i sad to see this series come to an end? yes. but it was fantastic from start to finish and i know i will absolutely being coming back to read this again and again.

languish - @moriflos

✧ you ever read something once and then decide that once isn't enough and just spend an hour reading it over and over and over? that was me with this fic. idk how to describe the way you write, i was so drawn in, craving more. "But for now, he can only watch as his heart returns to him in ashes-" just uuuggghhh i love it.

rise and fall of tides - @queenquazar

✧ moon/moonlight is such a cute callsign, i was already hooked before i started reading. and when i got to the actual fic?? stunned. the entire dancing scene had me smiling and blushing, i love the way you write price and moon and their relationship

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - @yeyinde

✧ i don't think there will ever come a day where i'm not left in absolute awe by one of lev's fics. everything is literal poetry and this is fic is no exception. i can't describe the way it makes me feel, like i've been given the christmas present i've been waiting all year for

sad girl - @guyfieriii

✧ new price fic from the writer who inspired me to start my mob!au???? say less. the way you write price is so just aslkdakljs the way you write in general is just alsdkjal. i literally do not have words for how much i love this

karma - @stormiwaves

✧ honeypot mission!!! we love to see it!!!! "The dress was karma, filthy karma that Price deserved." yes girl, get it!! jealous!price isn't something i see often, but i loved the way your wrote it here and that ending?? 👀🔥

untitled - @ghostaholics

✧ i👏🏼love👏🏼soulmate👏🏼au's👏🏼 and this has me going absolutely feral. the phantom pain for his injuries, the journal, the angst, the panic, that ending??? if there is ever a full version, please know that i will lose my mind, it will be an immediate fave just like this is.

choices and consequences - @ghostandsoap

✧ this one hurt real good. the talks about guilt, the choices you have to make, the job, all of it was done so well. this was so wonderful and heart-clenching, i loved every bit of it.

our remains - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i just- i mean- what else is there to say but

handsome stranger || part 8 - @alittleposhtoad

✧ not only did this fic make me hungry for soup, it made me kick my feet and twirl my hair. so much fluff and right up my ally, i binged this series and loved every single bit of it.

fair game - @guyfieriii

✧ got me blushing and sweating like a sinner in church and staring at my phone like

turn me to ashes - @guyfieriii

✧ when you said angsty little piece, i was not expecting to have my heart ripped out be left with a gaping void in my chest. i know i love a good angst fic but god damn if that didn't reach into the pits of my soul and destroy any feeling of happiness i had when i started reading. 10/10

price headcanons - @soapskneebrace

✧ the perfect piece of softness to make me feel better after the absolute heartbreak of the previous fic. the characterization is 100% on point here, one of the best i've read and so so so sweet.

price holding his first-born child - @daisies-daydreams

✧ big tough military men holding and being weak over little babies is my jam. it's the fluff, the sweetness, the soft domesticity of it all. the way he reads the book to her, i'm so weak for this fic.

a drink from her cup - @lunarvicar

✧ that post that inspired this has lived rent free in my mind for so long, and i was ecstatic to see you write something for it. i'm so down bad for this man and for your writing and the way you write him.

gem amra kheli - @guyfieriii

✧ i don't think i've ever talked about how much i adore the way you write banter, the little back and forths and comments between price and reader. everything just feels so real, so grounded and i'm completely obsessed

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

cult of vagabonds || ch. 3 - banshee bluethroat | ch. 4 - finch's frenzy - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i'm screaming. vomiting. scromiting profusely.

"I hate you."

"I know."

how dare you do this to me.

reveries of a lost lamb - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ what's it like to be able to be one of the best writers on earth? i seriously cannot comprehend the sheer amount of talent and ability you have at writing the most captivating and emotion evoking fics i've ever read.

A golden sunrise, tangled fingers; gentle lips.

“I think I love you.”

i'm deceased.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - @captainpriceslover

✧ i read "Your part of London smelled like wet pennies that evening." and was instantly sold. the rest of the fic was so fantastic, the perfect dose of sweetness i needed, i love gaz and the way you write him so much!!

white flag - @writeforfandoms

✧ you cannot stress me out like this!! but also please continue to stress me out like this!! also the little nicknames for price and gaz had me laughing so hard, esp price.

it's over - @itsohh

✧ i really loved this, i don't think i've seen a lot of fics with gaz that really talk about what he's gone through and how missions affect him and this one does it incredibly well. serious, yet heartwarming, i adore it.

Multiple

dead disco || chapter 4 | chapter 5 | combat baby - @peachesofteal

✧ never before have a i read a series that has captured my attention so much that willingly skipped out on lunch to read it. i couldn't stop, i am in love with this fic, the writing, the characterization, everything about it. there isn't a single flaw to be found here.

how they wake you up in the mornings - @nia-writes

✧ this was so cute, and the addition of the different scenarios for how the characters would wake you made it all the more better. i was blushing, laughing, anxious, constantly giggling about FOAP. such a fun read!!

soulmate au - @itsohh

✧ i've said it once and i will say it again, i love soulmate!aus!! and god the angst in these just raked me over the coals. angst is something i love seeing in soulmate fics and this was so expertly done, my heart still hurts when i think about it

touching their cheek for the first time - @runicarbiter02

✧ absolute cuteness all around, like a cuteness overload. each one fit so well, but i'm gonna take a second to really talk about the love of my life, Roach, being included in this and how this has become an automatic fav just for that.

physical touch - @siilvan

✧ tbh i came to this for the gaz hcs but it was so good that i immediately read the rest and damn near screamed when i saw roach on there. so cute, and adorable, and absolutely perfect i loved every bit of this!!

kiss headcanons - @mangowafflesss

✧ such a cute idea that you did amazing on!! i love kisses and kiss fics and i think you absolutely nailed it here. honestly me and reader are the same because i too would just like to smooch the 141 boys all over.

getting into an accident and being hospitalised while the team is deployed - @daisies-daydreams

✧ slipping while getting out of the shower and needing to have your jaw hinged shut?? reader's just like me fr. this was very sweet, a lovely little dose of fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Simon "Ghost" Riley

silk series || silk ties - @uselsshuman

✧ i screamed. shrieked. went through a rollercoaster of emotions when this series updated. it was everything i wanted, more than everything i wanted, just so unbelievably beyond expectations!! and this:

“Stay with me for now then.”

stay with me forever wtf

no more || chapter 6 - hypnosis - @lethalchiralium

✧ we love a man who wants to apologize but man we gotta get ghost into therapy or st 😂seriously though, this was fun and the little back and forth about having a dad had me giggling

a bath - @blackssuunn

✧ i can't- i literally can't- this is too fluffy, too sweet, too perfect. i'm in awe of your writing "His eyes burn a little. Not a single drop of soap entered them." i'm speechless.

pomp - @bits-and-babs

✧ we stan anti-monarchy simon LOL so great and thos poor guards stuck at the doors. i went from blushing to cackling in like two seconds

tones - @blackssuunn

✧ soft lovely dovey simon is my favorite and you write him so incredibly well. the way this man is absolutely whipped for his partner, i adore it and i adore you for writing this

between dreams and sugar - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i think i'm addicted to your angst, i keep happily going into these angst fics like i don't know i'm about to have my heart shredded into a million pieces. was there a happy ending here? yes. but it still hurt and i still loved it!!

feverish simon confesses to you - @angelltheninth

✧ this is such a cute trope that i don't read that much of, but i loved every bit of this! so much cuteness and let's be real, ghost is def the type of guy who would try and wait out an illness even if it was life-threatening 😂

footprints in the snow - @bittersw33t-lotus

✧ hello??? this was one of the sweetest things i've ever read??? i'm such a sucker for soft!simon esp when he's still a little shit and you've written that so perfectly

happiness series || you belong with me - @lethalchiralium

✧ i swear i'm totally normal about this series i'm not i totally don't immediately go feral every time it updates i do and i totally and definitely don't drop and ignore everything to reread the entire series with every new chapter i won't apologize

untitled - @lunarvicar

✧ the way you write simon and the way he shows love and how he cares has me so weak and how he teases is so aldkasjdkljk he's an asshole and i love him and i can never get enough of the way you write him

simon & rain little headcanons - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ aaaahhhh simon and rain!!! i've missed these two and when i tell you i sprinted to read this!! i love the way your write their dynamic/relationship and just how real and fun it feels!! you're literally so good at writing ghost, i can't even deal with

sassy series || ch. 3 excerpt - @peachesofteal

✧ i have never wanted to read a full chapter so bad in my entire life. this excerpt is like a the most delicious little appetizers and i'm vibrating with excitement for the full meal!!

Valeria Garza

oh to be consumed by you - @sleepiexx

✧ i want to be consumed by valeria omg. i didn't even know vampire!val was something that i wanted-no, something that i needed-and this fic just came out of nowhere and hit me over the head in the best way possible.

#moth fic recs #fave fics #monthly fic recs

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vole-mon-amour · 9 months

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Okay. Okay. OKAY.

So I spent all my morning binging through more than 10 years worth of a comic called Transfusions by @kindlyanni.

I'm amazed by how wonderful it is. It's visually beautiful, it's diverse, it's LGBTQIA based. There's exploration of kinks like spanking (honestly, your sexuality and your first experiences in general, it's a beautiful topic) and being a monsterfucker when you had no idea you had it in you. The characters' growth and maturation is so good, especially in book 2. The ending of book 1 got me on the edge of my seat.

I'm extremely anxious about Marcel, but I'll have to wait and see how it all plays out. I'm glad there's the "She's my partner and she's older and stronger" talk, alongside with what it brings for the main characters. Joa is an absolute sweetheart & is still a baby in vampire years. He's still relatively young even in human years! Joa and Dylan are extremely cute together & don't let the pictures that I left out of the cut fool you. It's a good balance of everything.

If you're into vampires (!!), shapeshifting, diversity, lgbtqia, comics, humor (it's hilarious at times), good writing and stunning art style, and all of that in one place, I can definitely recommend it. Oh, and there's some really nice smut there. Like, really nice, adults only.

It's completely free & it's amazing. Me, a person that doesn't read wips, is now hooked. Only now that I read up to the last existing page, I can switch to my own writing lol. I was literally in my bed reading since like 9-10 am up to almost 3pm. The amount of work that the author did and the amount of love they have for these characters. Full on plot.

And dare I say, the drawing skill of the author improved over those 10 years, you can especially see it in book 2. The characters are the same but also more detailed maybe? Which doesn't mean I'm saying the drawing was bad in the first place (it wasn't!). It just got even better, giving the readers even more blood and smut. It's about the little details.

I tried to add more pics and moments, but then the post keeps disappearing from the tags. :/ I got way more screenshots on my phone. Either way, yes. Check the comic out here.

#natisreading #comics #vampires #transfusions

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wangxianficrecs · 11 months

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💙 Hunting Birds in the Palace Gardens by Ilona22

💙 Hunting Birds in the Palace Gardens

by Ilona22

M, 13k, Wangxian

Summary: Instead of visiting the imperial palace as the successful military commander he is, Wei Wuxian finds himself turned into a wild cat and gifted as a pet. Meanwhile, Prince Lan Wangji is in charge of security for the first complete assembly of the nobility after the defeat of the Wen rebellion. There is danger afoot and intrigue to be found in the gardens of the palace.

Kay's comments: Oh, I'm so delighted to see this story completed - I've been sitting on the edge of my seat, patiently waiting for the last chapter. It really had me hooked, such an interesting premise! Here we have Madam Yu turning Wei Wuxian into wid cat and gifting him to the Emperor's brother, Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian is quite accepting of his fate and soon taken with Lan Wangji, who grows fond of his new pet as well. Now, if only Wei Wuxian could get rid of that pesky collar that's keeping him trapped in cat form! And also, if only the Jiangs and Jins weren't scheming in the background to overthrow the Emperor!

Excerpt: The prince certainly worked hard. Wei Ying had been woken at an absolutely appalling hour in the night, it was not morning until sunrise, by a servant carrying in fresh washing water and tea. Which had been accepted by a prince already awake and in morning robes. Outside military expeditions, who was that coordinated that early? Hanguang-Wang, apparently. Who also redeemed himself by ordering some excellent fish for Wei Ying, together with several water bowls spread around the princes courtyard. He had let him pet him for that. Also, that felt really nice. The prince had excellent hands. While the prince was aided into his state robes, Wei Ying busied himself getting his fur into order and stretching some. This body was really flexible. And good at jumping, he could get onto a wardrobe reaching higher than a man in one leap. Nice! If this body wasn’t forced on him, he would rather like the experience. Maybe he could fix the array into something more voluntary after he had gotten himself out of the collar? Something to think about. It was certainly a well made enhancement, to fit a human mind so smoothly within an animal body. Madam Yu had definitely not made it herself. When the prince emerged fully robed, he had to stare a bit. He was a very good looking man! And those seven layers of robes suited him very well indeed. For lack of a better plan, he followed Hanguang-Wang when he left through the inner receiving room and into the public part of the prince’s palace.

pov wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, royalty, canon-divergence, post-sunshot campaign, yu ziyuan being yu ziyuan, jiang family dynamics, dysfunctional jiang family, animal transformation, cat wei wuxian, palace drama, intrigue, politics, cultivation sect politics, emperor lan xichen, prince lan wangji, general wei wuxian, getting to know each other, strangers to lovers, getting together, slow burn

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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For Simblr Gratitude Day!

This year, 2023 has been a really really amazing year for me creatively. I wrote over 270K words, I started and finished both parts 2 and 3 of Lucky Girl and I started Lucky Boy! When I began writing last year I really didn't see myself at this point, having written so much, having improved so much, and most importantly, having falling completely head over heels for this amazing community

Without the support and amazing feedback from so many people I would have quit a long time ago, but coming here and talking to you guys and being so incredibly inspired by other work is what really pushed me past the finish line. I want to express my gratitude for every single person who engaged with me this year, for those who liked and commented and shared and left me questions and anon asks, and even those who didn't, and just read along in silence - I see you there! You can't hide! Thank you so much.

This graph only shows my top 10, but I reached over 50 countries this year! that's pure mad.

You can see that it's the Americans and the British who really came through for me, and I'm sorry for poking gentle fun at you in my story - I know you are more than semi-automatic machine guns, UFOs & undesirable tourists, you know how it is, we're like the ignored middle child between you two and I'd be going against my cultural heritage if I didn't act up a little bit.

Most importantly I want to thank specific people today! Starting with @armoricaroyalty for making this day happen, and @daniigh0ul for coming up with the idea. I'm really excited to get to know you both much better in the new year & finally find the time to start reading your stuff - I've heard only good things.

to @sirianasims for poking me to join the writers group that has now absolutely swallowed up my free time (in a good way lmao) and for being hilarious and fun and just generally a gorgeous, open and supportive person. I've been reading Siri's story lately and I INSIST you check it out - I'm on gen 3 and completely obsessed by the thought that goes into this, the complexity of the relationships and really sensitive exploration of difficult material.

to @lynzishell for always being so positive and engaged, always taking the time to leave thoughtful comments and get genuinely excited over everyone's work! I'm DUG INTO her legacy, which is still on gen 1 and it makes my day better every single time I see an update from her - and I'm not even just saying that to be nice. It's an honest to god thrill for me to get to read about her characters. I'm beyond excited for what she's going to do in the new year

@mannylikessims deserves a shout out too for writing some of the best and funniest simlit I've had the pleasure of reading in a long time. Those Villarreal kids (and Jacques, obviously) have me on the edge of my seat. I feel insatiable for this story, like, give me more, all of the time. Just shovel it into my mouth. Manny has also brought me to literal tears with her comments. It's rare enough that you meet a reader that seems to truly understand what you're trying to say in your work - like, right to the heart of it, and Manny is one of those people.

I've just recently started reading @rebouks Somnium and Forever In Between (Don't do what I did if you haven't read yet - start with Somnium) and when I say I am HOOKED I mean it. The visuals alone are enough to make me want to burst into tears with the knowledge that I will never wrangle something so beautiful from the game, but you know what, that's okay, because I can come here and sob over Becca's work instead. I'm not even halfway through and I'm already bowled over by the character development, the dialogue, the humour, everything. The only thing I wish is that I had unlimited free time and 0 commitments so I could absolutely consume this work in one sitting, but I guess savoring it is good too.. Thank you Becca for pure inspiration <3

@pixelnrd for The Langston Legacy, a decades challenge which was actually the first sims 4 legacy I ever read - I stumbled across it on my very first day on simblr and I've loved loved loved it every since. The visuals are gorgeous, the story lines are always engaging, and just about every topic under the sun has been covered now. The dedication to accuracy is really admirable, and now that we've reached the 80s I'm genuinely beginning to feel nostalgic. I always find myself wanting more. I'm so much looking forward to the 90s! (And I can't believe you've made it this far, that's an achievement and a half)

Other storytellers and creators I want to shout out are @simstrashkingdom, @bakersimmer @simmysunset @igglemouse @simsstuph - You guys have created some really great stories this year, and I so long forward to reading more!

To @nexility-sims for creating our wonderful writing group (and for pairing with me) I'm dying to start reading your work properly, because even the small bits I've read have been so beautiful.

And to everyone else in the writing group! I know I have so many stories to catch up on, and I'm very intimidated by that fact, but I know that it means that 2024 holds a lot of exciting times! I want to learn from you all and be inspired and support you, so this is the year I'm going to do it <3

#simblr gratitude day #there's so much #so many people to thank #i'm so sorry if i forgot someone i'm overwhelmed

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nextinline-if · 11 months

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I’ve seen people ask authors who they’d ship their characters with, but I’m curious which ROs, from other WIPs, are your favorite? Is there any specific reason?

I absolutely love your story so much! You’re wonderful!

I'm unsure if both of these asks are yours, but I'm sorry it took so long to answer (like months RIP). Screenshot one was recent the other is older. Also thank you anon for your sweet words. <3

I appreciate your no-choice-patience <3 This is such a fun question. I read it wrong for about 4 months and kept stressing about which ROs to ship with mine. My brain was NOT working.

I'm being fucking serious, unfortunately. Please laugh at me in the comments. </3

Here are some of my favorite ROs from other WIPs:

Seven - @infamous-if; I can write a paragraph about why I like Seven but does anyone really want that? Heh. When the game first started, I was SO ready to be like "f you Seven, you jerk!" And then we find out that Seven still has that tattoo. Okay, interest peaked. Well, played. You got me f'ed up. I like to play tropes where it's from ex - to enemies - to lovers. Juicy stuff right there.

Ari - @theoperativeif; There's something really enticing about not just a slow burn but a slow burn that has the extra burn because of the obstacles in the relationship that prevent you from reaching each other. Ouch. I normally don't like slowwwww burns. Like, a little slow is good cause it's realistic but like where I ONLY get to imagine them in my MC's head or in memories? Got me f'ed up. (Again). I think I like this because of the trauma the two characters have faced together. Is trauma bond a tope? Don't know but let's go with that.

Blade - @shepherds-of-haven; On a surface level, you get a character who fights for those he cares for, has strong convictions, and is hard to get close to. I'm a sucker for those. But on a deeper level, I really enjoy the way his story is written and told. Unearthing Blade's past and trying to weave your MC into this complex character's heart. Not sure what trope is going on here but I'll take it all.

Sol - @theabyssal; Yeah, my Death is pretty pissed at Sol right now...but you're telling me that literal sunshine fell for Death? The Abyssal has A+ writing as is, but adding an incredible love story like that really hooks my soppy lil heart. The complexities...THE COMPLEXITIES. I'm on the edge of my f-ing seat here people. I want Sol to suffer and beg my Death for forgiveness. And my Death will make Sol suffer emotionally and then accept the forgiveness :') (she's a weak betch)

Dara - @ataleofcrowns; I mean, I LOVE forbidden/let's romance my general type of vibe. But Dara is an exquisitely written character. The whole game is beautiful but the characters are so full of depth. There's always another layer. Plus, I normally play a shier MC but I like catching Dara off guard. It's so enjoyable. Got me giggling and shit.

There are plenty of other lovely ROs from amazing IFs that I like but these came to the top of my mind and I didn't want to make this too long. I like tropes that f me up emotionally. More tears = better. Rip my heart out. Maybe put it back in. Maybe leave is on the ground. Author's choice.

That said, I go for a lot of different tropes and try to do multiple playthroughs to romance all or most of the cast. I think every character can offer something different and I don't want to miss out <3

#anon reply #thanks for the ask #you're wonderful too anon #I didn't even add my visual novel ROs but I think i answered that a really long time ago.#i love you August #and Markus #and Lucien #and Serin #grabby hands for all ROs

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I'm starving. Please, tell me your faves SP long fics 🙇🏻‍♀️. Your recommendations are always the best.

Good morning here’s some breakfast! I’ve read a lottttt and I’ve definitely recommended a good chunk of these before, but there’s some more recent ones on this list too! Multiple pairings, some dark subjects, some fluffier stories, all fairly long and most of these are complete! Here we go!!!

The Thief Trilogy by Wintergrew! C’mon we know I’m gonna rec that one every chance I get lmao the lore and world building is absolutely phenomenal!!!

This House of Mine by OrcaTimes another one I’ve recommended a lot BECAUSE IT EATS OK?!? One of the first sp fics I read and it’s so incredibly well written and the character dynamics slay so hard and we know I’m a Kyle girlie I LOVE him in this! Creek centric too!

Ship In A Bottle by FayOfTheForest COMFORT FIC FRFR it got me hooked on style and it’s WONDERFUL

Painted in Shrouds by courtanie THE best kysterion out there I said what I said AINT NOBODY DOIN K2 LIKE COURTANIE the plot is so incredible dude holy shit I was on the edge of my seat

The Stag Prince by SynapticFirefly dude ok y’all know I’ll read anything w my beloved elf Kyle and I KID U NOT THIS IS THE BEST KYMAN IVE EVER READ!!! The characterization is PERFECT like THIS is kyman to me, plus sot au so ofc I’m down it is WONDERFUL the adults are iconic in it too and it’s really a The Gangs All Here story

Hunger Pains by bellwether I KNOW I DONT SHUT UP ABT THIS ONE BUT I DO NOT CARE it truly altered my brain chemistry god chapter 16(?) I believe in particular fuck dude kenny in the whole thing but there’s this moment… and STAN I love my son so much and this is EASILY one of my favorite Stans ever plus I LIVE for Cartman caring about the guys in his own way this fic dude I could write an essay on it

The Illegitimate Opportunity Structure by espyonz STENNY OH MY FUCK this one is PHENOMENAL so far

Behind The Wall by Jwink85 look man ngl this one has been on my rec lists before and that’s because it’s INCREDIBLE also we know I fuck w jwink for the most part. Such an incredible portrayal of abusive relationships and so, so good. The style girlies gettin fed too FUCK I love them. Also dude jwink in general has some incredible stuff just be prepared for some dead dove action in some

speaking of consuming super dead doves, BRUH fuckin To Have And To Hold by courtanie JESUS CHRIST I KNOW IVE RECED THIS ONE BEFORE TOO BUT THATS BECAUSE ITS OBJECTIVELY ONE OF THE BEST STORIES IVE EVER READ YALL want k2? Dark Cryle? Kenny and Stan teamup? The gang forming a plan? Kyle never losing his fire despite everything? Mannnn look no further! I wanna make this a movie so bad

Knives by SparrowGrim dudeeeeeee this is such a cool premise and it feels VERY southparkian in a dystopian kind of way!

South Park Confidential by FayOfTheForest Dude I love this one we got the holy trinity of sp ships with style bunny and creek! It’s such a thrilling crime story SO cool to see characters develop and overcome their own shit, like dude!!!

You know I ain’t doin a rec list without shouting out to the homies!!! Song Of Broflovski by asteria7, pep and rm by boxwinebaddie, Entries From The Past by ViviBaby69420, A Ballad Of True Hearts by luckypoppies, ALL OF THESE KICK SO MUCH ASS!!!

Ok man that’s what I can think of as of rn, THANK U SO MUCH FOR ASKIN

#fic recs #I love being the sp fic librarian #south park #asks #hell yeah brother #style #k2 #Cryle #creek #I’m not the biggest kyman person but I’ve read some GOOD SHIT OK #I’m gonna rec sum for everyone #I hope these slau for u tho

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chxrrylime · 2 years

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18+ trans male reader :)

could you write one where the reader (possibly trans male) has a rough day at school (like he’s a senior) and billy and steve comfort him and help relieve some stress with a lot of praises yk

i absolutely adore your writing and i hope you have a good day/night depending on when you’re reading this 🫶🫶

Thank you for requesting this!! It was so nice to write. I tried to keep away from using any feminine terms to describe the reader's genitals. Also featuring a single instance of Steve's daddy kink because we love and cherish him. And thank you for the sweet compliments! I'm glad you like my writing ♡

↪ 2115 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for crying, minor daddy kink, use of condom(s), referenced/implied transphobia, un-transitioned trans!male reader, and mild overstimulation.

Content tags — trans male submissive reader / cis male dominant Steve / cis male dominant Billy / cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex.

You wipe the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your oversized hoodie as the phone rings. You huddle into the corner of the phone booth, shivering in the cold, relieved when Billy’s voice floods the line after the seventh ring.

“Who’s this?” His raspy, tired tone calms your nerves just the slightest bit.

“Can you come get me?” You breathe out, tears welling up in your eyes again at how small and pathetic your voice sounds.

You hear something clatter to the ground on the other side, followed by some shuffling before Billy responds.

“Yeah, yeah. You just got outta school right? Are you by the payphone there?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in five,” the line goes dead with a click. You put the phone back on the hook and sink down to the floor of the booth. Billy and Steve’s apartment is ten minutes away.

He makes it in eight, Camaro roaring over the hill before he’s pulling up to the phone booth with the angry squealing of tires. He reaches over to push the passenger side door open for you and you give a weak smile in response to his shining grin as you slip into the seat.

“Had a cop on my ass the whole time,” he says, in way of an apology.

“S’fine,” you murmur.

You close the door and he wastes no time tearing off, pulling a sharp u-turn to head back towards home. You huddle into yourself, hoodie purposely oversized to hide your chest. You can see Billy glancing over at you out of the corner of your eye. The radio isn’t blaring, which means he plans to talk. You sigh.

“What happened to your bike?” He asks gruffly, though he probably already knows the answer.

“They slashed my tires,” you respond, voice bland. You’re tired. You just want to go home, get wrapped up in Steve and Billy’s arms, and go to sleep.

“Who?” He grits out.

You shrug, averting your eyes to look out the window. It’s late September. The sky is blotted with dark gray clouds, and it’s begun to sprinkle. The ambiance is comforting and coincidental.

When you look back over, Billy’s white-knuckling the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. You can see his jaw clenching and unclenching, that little vein in his forehead throbbing with the movement.

“You should find out who, alright?” He finally says. “If you can. The school might have security footage. You can ask someone in the office. They can’t keep getting away with this shit.”

“You’d just hurt them,” you whisper.

“They deserve it,” he replies, voice sharp and final. You fall quiet, listening to the purr of the engine as he drives.

You pass through the doorway into their apartment, kicking your shoes off and slinging your back onto the floor next to the mud mat. You head straight for the bedroom, the sound of Billy setting his keys and wallet down, the shuffling of his coat being hung up fading down the hallway.

Steve’s sitting on the edge of the bed, facing toward the door, scribbling something down in a notebook. He’s shirtless, just in a pair of sweatpants. He looks up when you enter and gives a soft smile, leaning down the length of the bed to throw the notebook and pen onto the nightstand before sitting back up, patting his thigh in invitation.

“Bad day?” He asks.

You nod, taking your spot on his lap and burying your face into the crook of his neck. He strokes his big hands up and down your back, pressing gentle kisses to the side of your head. You sniffle and sigh, breathing in his scent. Something cinnamon and maple-like.

Billy pads into the room and throws himself onto the bed, shifting over to the right side and spreading out.

“Assholes broke his bike,” he grumbles. You whimper and tug Steve a little closer to you. Steve sighs against your ear, turning just enough to look over at the blond.

“Billy,” he chides.

“What?”

Steve levels him with a look. A practiced expression Billy’s come to understand as shut the fuck up. He rolls his eyes, arms crossing as he lays back and pouts, glaring up at the ceiling.

“Stevie?” You whisper, pulling back just enough to look Steve in the eyes. He hums in response, giving you a small smile. “Can… could you… touch me?” You add, voice small.

“‘Course, baby boy,” he grins. You flush at the endearment, letting your eyes flutter shut as he trails his hands down your torso, to your waist, and further back to grope and massage your ass.

He gently presses his lips to yours, kissing you slow and chaste. He urges you to grind against him, feeling him slowly begin to chub up beneath you. You let out a shaky breath, hands tangling in his long hair as he moves to suck and lick at your neck, making a point of marking you.

You wrap your legs tight around his waist, allowing him to move and shuffle onto his knees, plopping you onto the bed. He sneaks his hands underneath your hoodie, slowly pushing it up to reveal your chest. You roll your head back, trying not to look as he begins to suck and bite at your nipples.

You meet Billy’s eyes, his pupils already blown wide with lust. He must’ve kicked off his pants at some point, his palm grinding against the bulge in his boxers as he watches. He gives a genuine smile as your gazes lock before shuffling forward, reaching with his free hand to grab the back of your head and kiss you, licking into your mouth.

You moan, brain fuzzy at the dual sensation of Billy’s mouth on yours and Steve’s tongue lapping over your nipple, massaging your other pec, his thumb rubbing over your pink bud before he switches sides, giving the same attention to the other.

Billy pulls away slightly, pressing a kiss to your chin, the tip of your nose, before resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re so hot, babe,” he murmurs, his voice a near growl with how deeply he speaks. “Sexiest guy I’ve ever seen.”

You whine, hips shifting as Steve starts to work at your belt, unbuckling it with the clink of metal before sliding the loose denim down your legs. You moan as he licks at you through your boxers, letting saliva leak past his lips to further dampen the fabric, digging his tongue between your folds.

Billy shuffles onto his knees beside your head, shoving his briefs down to let his cock spring free. You keen at the sight, thick and red, the head dribbling precum. He rubs the head of it over your lips, making your lips glossy. You try to suck it into your mouth but he hooks his thumb into the corner of your mouth, pulling you away.

“Just lick it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. You stare back up at him with wide, wet eyes before refocusing on your task, lolling your tongue out to begin lapping at the hard flesh.

He groans as you lick at him, sliding your lips along his length and coating it in your spit. You gasp when Steve shifts your boxers down before mouthing at your cocklet, breathing heavily as he licks between your folds. He narrows his tongue, shoving it into your hole, forcing a whine from your lips.

He circles his tongue within your walls for a few moments before pulling back, panting.

“S-so good,” he breathes out, glancing up at you before letting his eyes flutter shut as he gives a few rough licks to your cocklet. “So good for daddy.”

You whine at his words, hips bucking up against his mouth as he returns to eating you out. Billy groans as well, holding your head in place with a gentle grip in your hair as he slowly slides his cock back and forth along your lips and lolling tongue.

“Our baby boy…” Billy adds, his tone surprisingly endearing—a tone you know is only reserved for you and Steve. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, overwhelmed by how loving they are of you, how lucky you are to have caught their attention, to have been accepted into a relationship with the both of them and just as easily accepted for who you are.

Steve preps you for his cock slow and gentle, two fingers sliding into your clutch easily. Your hips rock as he thrusts them into you, his free hand fumbling with the bedside drawer to grab a tube of lube and a condom. He squirts some onto your mound, making you gasp at the cold before he's slipping a third finger in.

Billy reaches down to play with your chest, squeezing one of them in his big hand before pinching and tugging roughly at your nipples. Your back arches into the touch, attempting to relieve the sting as you whine.

Steve spreads his fingers as wide as he can inside of you, stretching your walls as he suckles at your cocklet. He pulls his fingers free and gives you one last lick before shuffling forward onto his knees.

He pushes his sweats down below his hips, hard cock bobbing as it’s freed. It’s longer than Billy’s, but not quite as thick. Flushed pink and leaking precum like a faucet. You stare down at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth still agape as he slips the condom on and lines himself up. He leans down, pressing kisses to your chest as he begins to push in, your hole giving surprisingly easy to his cock.

The both of you moan low and long as he breaches you, the tight rings of muscles of your clutch squeezing down around him. Billy takes to stroking the rest of his length as Steve begins to slowly rock into you, carefully increasing his pace as you adjust.

You continue to mouth sloppily at Billy’s cockhead, ministrations becoming messier and messier as Steve’s pace picks up until he’s slamming into you, punching little “ah, ah, ah”’s out past your lips as his cock fucks into your hole.

“So handsome,” Steve moans, watching your face, scrunched up from pleasure, with hazy eyes. “Feel so good around me, baby boy. Always feels so good.”

You whine, desperately circling your hips downwards in an attempt to meet his brutal thrusts. His cock grinds over your prostate, your hole sore and twitching as his own cock pulses and kicks within your walls. Billy breathes open-mouthed above you, close to his own release, the head of his dick beginning to spurt out more pre.

Billy comes first, careful to position himself as he does so, shooting his load upon your flexing tongue and into your mouth. He lets out a bellowing, growling moan as he finishes, stroking his cock a few more times for good measure before the overstimulation becomes too much and he has to pull away, leaving his quickly softening cock to rest against your cheek.

Steve moans at the sight, feeling his orgasm quickly building. He reaches down to thumb at your cocklet, the rough callouses of his fingertips making you squirm and cry out, hips bucking up into the touch. You clench down tight around him, a gush of slick coating his cock as you come with a keening cry.

He gasps at the sudden vice grip of your hole, sheathing himself fully within you one last time before he comes with a shuddering groan, hips twitching as your thighs shake around his waist. You absently notice Billy’s moved away from you as you lay spent, trying to catch your breath as Steve’s cock begins to soften and he slips out of you, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash beside the bed.

He plops down on his side next to you, throwing an arm over your middle and nuzzling against the side of your head.

“I’m sorry today sucked,” he murmurs.

“S’okay,” you reply with a weak smile, turning your head to look him in the eyes, faces so close the both of you almost go cross-eyed as your gazes meet. “I’ve got you two to help, y’know?”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

You feel the bed shift as Billy returns and look down, watching him kneel between your spread legs before lowering onto his belly. He grabs your thighs and throws them over his shoulders, quickly delving to lick between your folds.

“Billy!” You gasp.

He looks up at you with a vicious grin, giving a teasing lick to your sensitive cocklet before he speaks.

“My turn.”

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x billy hargrove #harringrove #trans male reader #mine #smut #steve x reader #billy x reader #steve x reader x billy

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zepskies · 6 months

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I just have to say, genuinely everything in the BMD-verse is some of the best stuff I’ve ever read, BMD has managed to climb it’s way up to being one of my all time favorite fics that I could endlessly re-read and I can’t thank you enough for that. It was so well written and so many subtle details went into making the word feel so real, to the point where I truly felt immersed in the plot and could clearly visualize everything in my head. This fic made me laugh, cry, and had me on the edge of my seat wanting to read more to see where everything went with these two. Reading it helped brighten my day when I wasn’t having the best one. Also I don’t think I’ve ever loved OC’s quite as much as I absolutely love Frank and Loco, you put so much world building and detail into this fic and it really shows so beautifully, you were able to encapsulate the personalities of each character so well, down to the little details in how they react to certain situations or things they’d be likely to say, all while still giving your OC’s just as much depth and personality, you even executed the character arcs so realistically and it was done so damn well. This fic truly felt like a masterpiece and I am so grateful that you decided to create it, so genuinely thank you!

Okay, I didn't expect to cry today but you managed it, lovely Anon. 🥹💚

I've actually been going through a roughish time in my personal life, so you sent me this amazing note at the perfect time...

I'm having a hard time forming actual words right now, but I'm so happy that Break Me Down has become one of your favorite stories, and most of all that it helped brighten your day when you weren't feeling so hot. I definitely have my comfort stories, books, movies as well.

I genuinely put my heart and soul into BMD from conception, to outlining, to writing and editing each chapter. Even now I look at those 19 chapters and can't believe it's something I actually wrote. I'm just a sucker for a redemption story, and after SB's character hooked me, something crazy told me that he should get his chance to become a real hero.

(Here are some more details you probably don't want/need to know about how BMD began. 😅):

After writing Checkerboard, @deans-spinster-witch knows, as I've credited her many times, but she encouraged me to write a "prequel" to expand on how SB might get to that level of character growth.

...And somehow, BMD became an "enemies to lovers" epic. 😂

Thank you also for loving Frank and Loco! I've said this before, but one of the best writing tips I've ever gotten about writing minor characters is this: Write them like they're the protagonists of their own stories.

Give them their own character arcs, however short or long, whether tragic or fulfilled, etc.

When they're in the scene, give them something important to do or say that furthers the plot.

If you can't name a character, 9/10, they probably don't need to be there.

Without both Frank and Loco, Ben and the reader wouldn't have made it through until the end. And those two (especially Frank) now live in my head alongside Ben and the reader and their ever-evolving story.

This fic truly felt like a masterpiece and I am so grateful that you decided to create it, so genuinely thank you!

Damn it, who's peeling onions?! 😭😭

You're so very welcome. 💚💚 It's an absolute pleasure to write for you guys, but also to express myself and get out these stories that live rent free in my head. 😘

(Btw: I totally respect that you're anonymous in my inbox, but feel free to comment on this and let me know who you are -- only if you feel comfortable! You absolutely made my day, hun. 💓)

#ask me stuff #BMD-verse thoughts #writing minor characters #How BMD began #Break Me Down #BMD verse #soldier boy #soldier boy/ben #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #the boys #zepskies answers

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eclipsebyler · 2 years

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BYLER FIC RECS PT 2

Okay, so I'm here with another part! Compiling all my recent favorite reads (with commentary this time because I'm very normal about byler fics...) Anyway, sharing is caring because my bookmarks are becoming longer. So here you go.

• We Will All Go Together When We Go by perexcri

The Apocalypse, romcom Byler fic! Ongoing, chaptered, 30k words so far. I know I've rec this in a recent post but I'm including it here again because I LOVE and enjoyed everything in this fic, down to Byler's characterisation, esp Mike's, and their playful yet tensioned dynamics. It's so chefs kiss. There's enough amount of they-get-stuck-in-the-upside-down suspense, comedy, and slow burn fluff. Highlight of this fic is that Will has a gun and Mike has a flashlight. That's all you have to know to give it a read.

baby, we're perfect by bookinit

A fresh take on established byler relationship! Oneshot, 16k words. I don't know how to describe this glorious fic without it being a spoiler so you just have to read it. The Fluff and Angst are both in extremes, you've been warned. It made me cry, for real. Had to stare at a wall for a few moments because of some scenes. Like the title says, it was PERFECT. A devastatingly beautifully written work I owe this author my life for what they did in this fic.

i'd make a deal with god by smoosnoom

A fix-it fic for vol2 featuring Castle Byers and Rain kiss. Will attempting to rip the bandaid off and Mike not letting him. Oneshot, 15k words. Anything by this author has me in a chokehold and a puddle of feelings, seriously. Their fix it series is a MASTERPIECE. The way they write Will's POV here absolutely destroyed me. It encompasses his story so painfully and beautifully and just everything about him is so— I badly want it to be canon he deserves the BEST. And might I add that the way they showcased the Byers-Hopper family bond here is everything I adore. Please if you haven't read this, you should.

make me your future history by andiwriteordie

Byler through the years, childhood friends to lovers fic! Oneshot, 10.9k words. I am absolutely a sucker for childhood promises being fulfilled (and broken) till they grow up so I ADORE this fic so much. Not to mention this author is one of my favorites and they carry the byler ao3 tag on their back and always deliver the BEST fics. There's a lot of angst and also a lot of fluff and it's something I can just reread again and again and again and won't get tired of it. It deserves more reads and love!

Gotta Be A Strange Twist of Fate by PoeticPatron

The fantasy D&D Byler fic! Oneshot, 26k words. Another fic I'm rec-ing again because it deserves more recognition. I really, really enjoyed and adored reading the adventures of the party in a fantasy action setting and the way the author incorporated the D&D lore here was so good. This fic was so wonderfully written and sweet in all the right amounts for friendships and romance. The Paladin and the Cleric being soulmates against all odds and prophecies? Say no more!

A Darker Timeline by egg98

The au where everyone stopped believing Will was alive and he was stuck in the Upside Down for three years and only came back to the real world in Season 4 timeline. Ongoing, chaptered, 24k words so far. Like the title says, it's A Darker Timeline, can't emphasize that enough, so much trauma and horror is delved in this work especially for Will, but also the party. The author's writing style is so hauntingly captivating- every chapter leaves me at the edge of my seat. I am so hooked with this 'what if' scenario and this unique, creative concept because it opens a lot of possibilities and changes to the characters and the plot! Will especially with his UD abilities and his personality.. beware of a grim and more badass Will plus emotionally scarred party. It's written so WELL so you should give it a try! (It's more on the psychological horror side though, the romance aspect is very slow burn.)

the boyfriend problem by RomeoWrites

The fic where the Wheelers (especially Ted) thinks Mike and Will have been boyfriends since forever. Oneshot, 15k words. Who would've thought I'd read a fic where Ted of all people don't have a heteronormative view of romance? I very much enjoyed reading him embarrassing Mike every chance he gets, this fic gave me so much JOY it was such a funny and sweet and fluffy read! If you're looking for some lighthearted, family dynamics and eventual getting together of two oblivious gay teenagers— this is the fic!

The Dad Who Stepped Up by MagikMask

Hopper and Will bonding fic (and of course, Hopper being protective of Will especially when it comes to one Michael Wheeler). Oneshot, 7.8k words. I've been enjoying every Byers-Hopper or Wheeler family dynamics fic there is and it's even more enjoyable if Byler gets tangled up in it. This fic focuses more on Hopper trying his best to be a good dad to Will, but the Byler and Hopper parts of this fic gave me healing, so I have to rec it!

r/byler by danteapot

Mike Wheeler if he's on reddit, social media fic. Oneshot, 5k words. This fic was so fun and amusing to read and the social media aspect fitted so well, I could totally imagine Mike oversharing his problems online and asking for advices lmfao. Trust him to always talk about Will on every spaces and still not realize he's in love with him. He's just so oblivious and I love him for it.

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this). by blackdeathmamba

Post S4 college roommates Byler and miscommunication trope fic! The miscommunication in question is just them accidentally kissing all the time and having different thoughts on it. Three chapters, completed, 16.8k words. I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's one of the best and funniest work I've ever read. Byler are so disgustingly in love but they are also painfully oblivious about it. It's a competition on who's more of an idiot between them while you read through their POVs and it gave me immense joy and pain reading through it. I swear to God, these bitches are so gay, and this fic just showcased that. Please read it to brighten your day.

i need you more than anyone darling (you know that i have from the start) by friendstolovers

Instead of Byler getting murrayed, this is Byler getting Jonathaned fic (In a gentler and more subtle way as the tags says). Oneshot, 5.7k words. Mike finally comes to his overdue realisations (thanks to Jonathan) and attempts to climb bedroom windows to be romantic. They finally talk and confess and it's just the cutest and sweetest thing ever I swear.

without heart by aceoflanterns

Will Byers and the Upside Down (the mysteries between his connection to Vecna and his powers) fic. Completed, chaptered, 31k words. I am once again rec-ing this because I can't help go back to this fic when I need to read complex takes on Will surrounding vol2 and possible S5 plot! The author's writing style is one of the best and my personal favorites. It's art, a masterpiece, everything about it — down to the plot, the conversations, the characterisations, the family and friendship and romance dynamics. Even the Upside Down horrors with Vecna and the Mind Flayer and Will. How much Will's love for Mike and his love for everyone helped him (and their love for him, too.) Personally think this had lots of fresh creative takes, an interesting theory written in a fic. It's long and a worth it read! Totally in awe of this work.

i’d love to see me from your point of view by unidentifiedblackthorn

The fic where Byler gets high together and they let loose their disaster gay feelings. Oneshot, 8k words. Got me giggling, blushing, kicking my feet in the air, for real. The amount of cuddling, flirting and kissing this fic had made me sick (in the best way). I think Byler in Season 5 deserves a moment like this because of their decade long pent up feelings and pining, these gays deserve a break and just... be gay together. Anyways this fic was such a wonderful read! If you want to drown in fluff read this. (Also brb this author just posted a sequel to this fic, gotta read 🏃Probably gonna be a part of my next fic rec thread lol).

So that's it for now. Enjoy reading, everyone. And please if you guys have some recs feel free to drop me some, too! I need more fics to read.

#byler #byler fics #byler fic recs #pt 2 #feel free to send me recs too #to the authors of these fics ilysm

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softguarnere · 10 months

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can you recommend any fics?? im pretty hard up for something to read.

Hey there! The fandom has so many amazing fics, so I hope you can find something. Not sure what your preference is, but here are a few of my favorite fics/authors:

@brassknucklespeirs has a great masterlist of fics, and so do @mads-weasley, @mrs-murder-daddy, @mccall-muffin, @ithinkabouttzu and @softliebgott

I absolutely adore all of @almost-a-class-act's fics, and Would it Be Okay if I Didn't Know the Way? is one of my all time favs, along with The Pages of a Love Letter

I've recently been working my way through @mercurygray's The Darkening Sky, and loving every second of it. Highly recommend it, because it's a blast to read

@liebgotts-lovergirl has been writing the amazing Fire On Fire, which will have you hooked from the first sentence and on the edge of your seat with each new chapter

I've only just started @hxad-ovxr-hxart's fics, but her writing style is so pretty, and all of her characters are so much fun to follow, and I'm super excited to see where they go next

Anything @latibvles writes is an absolute masterpiece, and Sad, Beautiful, Tragic will have you experiencing emotions that you didn't even know existed

Definitely check out all of these awesome writers, and I hope you find what you're looking for 💕🕊️

#@ every BOB writer: I love you all - y'all are amazing #fic recs #tumblr friends #mutuals #asks

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Dhawan!master x reader

Never alone

Warnings: none

Synopsis: you might have a tiny crush on your professor. So, to get his attention, you pretend you have no idea on what you're learning about.

This was absolutely pathetic. That's what i kept telling myself. At this rate, I was going to actually fail my entire year. In all fairness, it wasn't my fault the professor was so attractive. Entering the lecture hall, I took my seat in the front and opened up my book. As usual, I got two pages ready. One for fake, awful notes. The other for the real, well detailed ones. Seismology was an interesting subject but rady for me to grasp. Everyone else in my class always seemed to be falling asleep. Not me, I was alert and focused. Focused on him. Professor entered the room, glasses on and files in hand. He looked up and gave me a small smile. Returning it, I looked down shyly and prayed I wasn't obvious. I had no friends in university. Everyone seemed to steer away from me. They were all a little slow though so, it never bothered me. I didn't need them at all.

"So class, after marking your work I've come to realise you still can't grasp the basics. So, can anyone tell me what an earthquake actually is? Jake?" The professor asked, leaning against his stand with a bored expression. When there was no response, I looked at the boy next to me. He was playing on his phone, not even noticing.

"Jake?" The professor sounded more forceful now, hand gripping the wooden surface. Again, there was nothing. Sighing, I whacked his arm harshly. With a yelp, he clutched his arm and glared at me.

"The fuck did you do that for!" Blinking at him, I nodded towards the professor. Once he realised all eyes were on him, jake shrunk back slightly.

"Uhm."

"What exactly is an earthquake jake?" I think everyone shivered at his tone of voice. The professor stepped off his raised platform and walked over.

"Well uhm." Jake stuttered over his words. Was he really that dumb?

"A sudden release of energy in the Earth's lithosphere that creates seismic waves." I spoke out quietly, not even thinking it through.

"Well done (y/n). See, it's as easy as that." Feeling myself blush from the praised, I made sure my hair was covering my face. Though, as the Professor returned to his station, I felt eyes boring into the side of my head. It was jake, he looked mad. Choosing to ignore it, I went on with my notes. Both sets.

Once the class was over, I packed in a hurry and left. The food always sold out. The weight I'd lost in my year here was insane. Hunting through each pocket for my phone, I let out a bear scream, as I felt myself get thrown against the wall. Looking up, jake stood there.

"You think it's funny? To humiliate me in front of everyone?" Edging closer to me, I swallowed thickly.

"But I didn't-"

"Shut up!" With a slap, I was knocked to the ground. Looming over me, jake chuckled and kicked my side. I bit my lip to suppress any noise of pain, he didn't like that however. Another jab in my ribs caused me to cry out.

"Such a little attention seeking bitch. Wanting that old mans validation. You're so-" suddenly, there was a flash and then; nothing. Confused, I peeked out. He was gone. No. Not gone. Just, really small. Like he'd been compressed.

"Hey." Hands landed on my own making me jolt.

"Its alright. Relax. Just me." The professor spoke calmly, scanning me over.

"I dont understand."

"Its okay. I'll explain everything. Can you stand?" I went to move but winced. It really hurt. Was he wearing metal boots? He didn't say anything, just hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me up with ease. Supporting me, he lead me back into the lecture room and to his arm chair.

"He most likely bruised your ribs. That's why it's so painful." Nodding, I watched as he perched on his desk.

"You're a very bright young lady, you know?" Tilting my head, I rubbed my side in effort to sooth the pulsating bruise.

"I'm what? No, no. You've seen my work. It's rubbish." Scoffing at what I said, he smiled to himself and shook his head.

"Exactly." Reaching behind him, he picked something up then held it out for me to see. My other book, with my real notes.

"Very clever. I'm almost proud. No, actually. I am proud. You lied to get my attention and it worked." Embarrassed, I just shrugged and fixed my gaze on the floor.

"I truly believed you were just as thick as the rest of them. But no. You're so very smart. Aren't you?" Going red, I let out a nervous laugh.

"I dont know about that sir." Humming, he put the book down and leant forward.

"Lets test it then, shall we? What do you think happened to little jakey boy out there?" He asked, gazing down at me with hope in his eyes, maybe? I couldn't quite describe that look on his face. Thinking back to what I saw, I added a few logical thoughts together.

"Well, considering he was miniaturised but still human. Dead I'd imagine. Tissue compression?" Why was I so calm about this? I felt only safe in the presence of a murderer. His grin grew wider.

"Excellent observation. See!" Jumping up, the professor tucked his glasses away into his blazer. He crouched to my level and stared into my eyes.

"I'm not a professor, (y/n)." Holding eyecontact, I wet my lips.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the master." Even the way he said it, I knew he held power within. There was fire in his eyes. They told a thousand stories and I'd happily sit and listen, to each and every one.

"What are you?" Smirking, the master stood straight. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he cracked his neck aggressively.

"I'm a timelord."

"An alien?"

"Yes. Why? Scared?" Shaking my head, I sat up straighter and smiled.

"Not at all." The master tutted and pursed his lips slightly.

"Extremely intelligent and brave. I might keep you." Hoisting me up carefully, the taller took my hand and began leading me somewhere.

"Keep up human, there's something I want to show you." After a few minutes of strolling through corridors, we arrived at a supplies closet. He pulled out a key and unlocked it. This was all very strange.

"Are you ready, to have your mind blown?" Feeling excited, I nod and watched as he pushed the door open. The master motioned for me to step inside and as I did, the whole room lit up. But it wasn't a supply closet. Oh no. Purple lights were edged around and in the middle sat some sort of control panel. There was an arm chair to one side and stairs lead up to all of this. Even more stairs took off in different directions, to different corridors. Hands landed on my shoulders, guiding me up the steps.

"This is a tardis. It's a space ship. It can go anywhere in time and space. Impressed yet?" Hear rolling round to take everything in, I opened my mouth to speak before starting to think. All of this was amazing. Nothing made sense.

"Why are you showing me all this? Why did you stop him? Are you going to kill me?" Stepping away, the master stood in front of me. Slightly taller than myself, he tilted my chin up gently and simpered.

"One. Because I believe you're truly amazing. Each class I have studied you, the way you analyse is perfection. Honestly, it baffled me that your notes were so wrong." Lifting his hand, he fixed the parting if my hair whilst speaking.

"Two. Because he was hurting you. You're far to precious to be treated that way. He was threatened by your superior intelligence and couldn't handle being wrong. Stupid little humans deserve to die." A chill ran down my spine, more out of exhilaration than anything else.

"Three. No. I won't lie to you. The rest of your classmates will die. But you're special. An old friend of mine always has human companions and now I see why." The master said, turning to the console and flicking some switches. Taking in everything he said, I went to his side slowly and observed his features. Sure, he was acting tough. Acting strong and sturdy. But I saw through that immediately.

"What do you want with me then?"

"Your help. I feel you'll be a good asset in my plan. Most of which, is already in motion." He told me and whilst it sounded truthful, I knew there was something else.

"Are you sure?" Raising he brow to my question, he leant against the console with his arms folded.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I think you're just lonely." I explained. The master shifted slightly, feigning a look of amusement.

"What are you-"

"I can see it, in your eyes. The way you carry yourself. Its an act. I'm right, I know I am." All he did was chuckle.

"Too smart for your own good. Well done. Got me. Either way, I do need you for my plan." Deciding not to push further, I nod and took a breath.

"What plan?" So he began to explain his plan, who the doctor was and why he hated her. Honestly, I didn't blame him. I also didn't care about the people dying or the risk of my own death. No point of living if its not fun. At the end of his run through, he held my face in his hands delicately.

"If you don't want this, tell me. I'll wipe your memory and your life will go on as normal." Leaning into his touch, I just smiled at him.

"I want this."

Watching from the side lines, I saw yaz reverse the regeneration and my master was back to being himself. He was right, the doctor and her friends ruined everything. Ignoring the women having their moment, I ran over to the glass unit and opened the door. I got him into a comfortable position and checked for a pulse. A sigh of relief left me once I found it.

"(Y/n)? That's your name right?" Looking up, I saw the doctor stood there, wobbly from the regeneration.

"You can come with us, he can't hurt you now." She told me, holding out a hand. Confused, I gazed up angrily.

"Hurt me? He doesn't wanna hurt me." Yaz stepped forward, steadying the blonde.

"Has he got her hypnotised?"

"Most likely. But I can stop that, I can help you." She explained, smiling at me as if I'd just jump up and join her. Grabbing a gun from the floor, I pointed it at them and stood.

"Get in your tardis and fly away. I don't want your help." Without question, they turned and left. We had a plan, incase it all went wrong and I knew I'd have to do it alone. Grabbing the masters, now adapted, tce, I transported us back to the tsrdis and got to work. Having memorised the control pattern, I set off the core of the planet. One giant earthquake to blow it all up, leaving the doctor to deal with angry cybermen and daleks. Meanwhile, we could fly away safely.

One adrift in deep space, I sank to the floor and buried my face into my knees. It felt like I was going to loose him. The one person who finally understood me. Was going to die. I don't know how long I sat there crying for but, as soon as I heard that deep inhale of breath, I bolted up. Rubbing my face dry, I rushed to the master side as he sat up coughing.

"Did...did you destroy it?" Nodding, I helped him to stand.

"Yes, it's all done." Grunting, I composed himself then looked at me for a minute. His eyes scanned me before he started up the stairs.

"I need to clean myself up. You should do the same, keep yourself occupied." As he disappeared from veiw, I saw him glance down at his hand. Swearing I heard that same, low yet high, buzzing noise from earlier; I tried not to think about it.

After a shower and a new set of clothes, I made my way back to the console room and found the master, putting the tardis back together. Knowing my time with him was coming to an end, I just watched for a while.

"You did very well, you know?" He suddenly said, moving away from his work. Shrugging, I just hugged myself tightly.

"I guess. Are you taking me home?" All he did was nod, typing some things into the keypad. How I was going to just go on with life, I had no idea. How could I leave him? I needed him. A part of me wished he needed me just as much. Stupid thoughts.

"You could stay with me. If you like?" The master asked, not looking up from the controls.

"Really?" Walking over to him, he spun on his heel and I got a good look at him for the first time that night. Somehow, he seemed younger. More alive than before. Beard gone, hair cut and curly again.

"Yes, if you answer me one question."

"What is it?" Sighing, he sat back against the console.

"Why were you crying before I woke up? Your eyes are still red now." Looking down, I played with my fingers. Nails scraped across my skin harshly.

"I thought I'd lost you. I thought you weren't going to wake up. I don't ever want to loose you. I can't. But you weren't moving and there was nothing I could do. I was useless. I need you with me i-" choking up, the master pulled me into his chest immediately. One arm held my waist whilst the other was on the back of my head, running down my hair softly. Nuzzling my face into his purple waistcoat, I sniffled quietly. My arms were wound his chest, hands gripping the back of his shirt.

"Shh, you're not going to loose me. Never, I won't let you be alone again." Nodding into his chest, I basked in his warmth and comfortable. The master kissed my head.

"You were completely correct. I was so very alone. Going around and trying to destroy the universe to mask my self hatred." Pushing me back slightly, he cupped my cheeks and ran his thumb across it tenderly.

"Not anymore. I can honestly say these past few months have been the best. Cross my hearts, you made all the difference. I need you." He said, pressing his forehead to mine so we were less than an inch apart.

"I swear, I'll be amazing for you. We can travel the starts together. You and me. How about that?" Nodding at him, I smiled and subconsciously moved my hands to his. They linked together perfectly.

"I'd love that. If I can also ask you two questions first?" Moving back slightly, he bobbed his head at me.

"Why me?" He just let out a small laugh and dried off my cheeks.

"You understand me. You took the time to listen and learn. You never saw me as a monster. I don't care that my plan failed. Because you're worth more than that could ever be worth." Blushing, I couldn't supress my smile. I'm sure he noticed because he looked extremely pleased with himself.

"Secondly, did you-. Did you regenerate? Because you were looking at your hand and after everything you puy yourself through?" Chuckling at my observation, the master booped my nose.

"I forgot how analytical you are." Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, he thought for a moment then deflated.

"Yes. Got up to my room, couldn't stop it." Now I was extremely confused. Taking his hand, I saw that left over regeneration energy swirling beneath the surface.

"But you don't look any different? I don't understand."

"You like this face." Blinking up at him, I still couldn't comprehend it. The master let out a breath before guiding my hand to his cheek. I held it, feeling the soft skin beneath my own.

"I know you like this face. The way I am now is just what you like. So why would I change that when I want to make you happy?" Amazed, my eyes softened and I simpered at the thought. Was I reading this all wrong? I hoped not.

"You stayed the same, just to keep me happy?"

"To keep you with me." He made clear, leaning into my hand. Taking this opposite, I leant up and pressed my lips to his. Immediately, the master kissed back. His hands were on my waist, holding me flush against him. Tilting my head, he deepened the kiss. It was passionate and full of loving emotions. It was perfect. We only pulled away so i could take a breath. That didn't last long though, as the master Brough me back in again. The second kiss was much less desperate. Soft, more of a promise. Breaking apart, I was left breathless. My arms wrapped around his neck so I could just hug him tightly.

"I'm guessing that response means I get you keep you?" He asked, being obviously sarcastic. Pulling myself away just enough to look at him, I grinned.

"Believe me, I'm never leaving you."

#doctor who x y/n #doctor who #dhawan master x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader

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