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shortnotsweet · 5 months

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[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:

BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.

— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)

Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.

That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.

Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.

(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.

She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)

“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.

“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”

“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.

“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”

“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.

“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”

#rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra x alicent #my art #a book show fusion where alicent is the wicked resentful older stepmother first and foremost but even so she and rhaenyra have a connection #burdened by envy and fixation and reluctant affection. in this universe rhaenyra is given more liberties and trains as a knight would #is given a sword and flies into battle frequently and wears extravagant clothes which endears her to the small folk and makes her a hot #topic amongst royalty for her strangeness and charisma. alicent is expression not only of her freedom and expression #but of the company she keeps. rhaenyra has so many lovers and so many who are willing to follow her and it’s just not fair ok. alicent #and rhaenyra understand each other and know each others misery like no other. those other flings and beloved friends are going to get #her killed w how much they indulge her and encourage her dangerous habits and alicent may be in a cage but she won’t live in it alone. with #out her stepdaughter to torment and be tormented by (she represses the urges rhaenyra inspires bc she is devout to the faith) then there is #no meaning to suffering. god she’s in love w her. she hates her so much she wants to be her she wants to be with her she needs to touch her #she need rhaenyra to stop looking at other people bc it’s killing alicent by the day

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oneluckydragon · 8 months

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BREAKING NEWS!!! Local idiot ghost absolutely blown away when boyfriend gives him a nickname for the first time, more info after this broadcast.

Bonus pet-name edition:

(Yeah I know it's ooc for grovyle to EVER use the term "babe" but lets go ahead and assume he's done it accidentally a few times rather than intentionally. He's deeply in love with the dumb ghostman, ok. Sometimes it just slips out.)

Dusknoir is still recovering from hearing it. And when he finally calls grovyle "love" himself on accident a few days later, he falls deathly ill for two weeks cause his body couldn't handle the aftermath and started rapidly shutting down on a molecular level.

#dusknoir he is dying pls for the love of god just give him the heal seed already #i headcanon that grovyle starts to call dusknoir just “noir” simply because it's less effort but dusknoir is legitimately touched by it #he's never had a nickname before so he cried happy tears for only 2 hours after this interaction #celebi thinks noir's drama over the entire thing is very funny so she starts calling him “beloved” even more and he has a meltdown #and dusknoir being a literal functional storage unit is my favorite thing he is so good at HOLDING stuff for his BF and GF #he carries water bottles and snacks for them like a total mom when they go exploring #(he got the habit after hanging out w/ echo and sora. those are his kids so of course he's gonna have treats!!!)#what's in the void you ask??? who knows probably a pocket universe or the elusive pmd2 remake #i had way too much fun drawing this is it obvious?#and i really like the new brush i've been using lately so i'm happy #also first comic i put decent effort into!!!! yay #actaeonshipping #future trio #dusknoir #grovyle #celebi #pmd #pmd2 #pmd eos #explorers of sky #my art #tw blood

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foe-paw · 4 months

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BABBLE THE SPELL THAT GETS IT DONE, BABBLE IT ON COMMAND

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[Image Description: a digital drawing of three white silhouettes gathered around a black book. A multi-colored glow forms the shape of a star underneath them. At each of the five points of the star, the colorful figure of a Lord in Black stands. Pokey is in blue at the bottom left, Nibbly is in pink at the top left, Blinky in purple at the top right, Tinky in yellow at the bottom right, and Wiggly stands at the top point of the star. They loom over the white silhouettes. End Description.]

#starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #team starkid #lords in black #the human designs... are v fun #Costuming Team My Beloved #nibbly's bubblegum-pink he/him vibes... are immaculate #hey does putting image descriptions in read more Work? should it be in the main body instead #... oh shit there's a native function for it in the image #foe art #(also i'm sorry to say that my habit of compulsively updating for every small edit i notice has caught up to my tumblr posts skdjskdjskdj)#so now there's 15 billion versions of this piece floating around #sorry!

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sillentless · 9 months

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I was re-reading the book and thought of this, it's when Aled and Frances were leaving Johnny R's in the very beginning of the story

I kind of liked it tbh

#Once again I surrendered to my habit of drawing scenes that nobody remembers #i'm proud of it #alice oseman #radio silence #osemanverse #aled last #universe city #digital art #frances janvier #background art #aled my beloved #digital artist

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it-happened-one-fic · 5 months

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Undying Devotion - Sebek

Author Notes: Ah, hand kisses my beloved. I actually stole this hand kiss from a Trigun manga panel I believe.... But anyway, this fic has actually been sitting and gathering dust for quite some time. In fact, I had this written before I started posting my Strictly NRC Dancing series, but I'm pleased to finally be sharing it with you all now. This fic was also edited to "Bad Habits" by Ed Sheeran. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader, fluff, flirting occurs, romance heavily implied

Word count: 922

Sebek walked silently beside you, the perfect image of a stoic bodyguard with his arms behind his back as he carefully listened to you.

His eyes were riveted to your form, even though all you were doing was prattling on about one of the many books he’d recommended to you.

A knightly romance. The sort that he adored even though he would never admit it.

After all, he’d only recommended it to you because he thought YOU would like it. Not because he himself had enjoyed it.

“Hey Sebek, you know more about knights than I do. Why do knights always kiss their lady’s hand?” You tilted your head to look at him as he somehow managed to straighten even more at your question.

A preening smile appeared on his face as he realized that you’d just acknowledged the fact that he did know more about something than you did. “It’s simple, human. But remember that they do not only do this for their lady love. They also do it for the lords to whom they owe allegiance.”

He glanced at you, making sure you were listening even though you were the one who’d questioned him in the first place, before he continued, “Kissing the ring on their lord’s finger is a show of undying devotion to that ring, which almost always signified the lord’s throne. Naturally, the knight’s undying devotion is extended to the person wearing the ring.”

A smile crept onto your face as you put two and two together, “Awww, so they're promising to be eternally devoted to their love when they do it for the lady?”

Sebek nodded, a quick, short motion that matched his single-word reply that was totally at odds with your pleasure over your revelation, “Theoretically.”

You were grinning now, seeming pleased with the discovery you’d made, which had Sebek tilting his head.

Presumably you thought it was an incredibly romantic gesture, and that was why it made you so seemingly giddy.

But then your smile faded and you frowned, stopping in place before you turned to face him fully, “Then why doesn’t the lady ever do the same for the knight? I mean if it’s just a pledge of devotion, why don’t they make the same pledge?”

And there it was. Your infuriating ability to make him question the very same thing you pondered. But Sebek had been raised in the knightly manner, so this was one of the things he staunchly refused to question.

And, just like he usually did whenever you had him questioning something he’d always taken for granted, he found himself sputtering out a characteristically loud reply, “BE- BECAUSE THAT JUST ISN’T HOW IT’S DONE! THE LADY NEEDS NOT MAKE SUCH A PLEDGE BECAUSE HER KNIGHT HAS ALREADY DONE SO! IT IS NOT AS IF THE LORD WOULD PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO HIS KNIGHT!”

You were still frowning slightly as you eyed the green-haired young man, “Yeah, but it’s sort of different when it’s between a lady and her beau….”

Your hand caught his in a surprisingly gentle grasp as you smiled at him, confusing the young man as he watched you lift his hand that was now clasped in yours, “I think it’s only fair that she make the same pledge as he.”

With those words, you pressed your lips to his knuckles in a featherlight kiss. Causing Sebek to freeze with a quiet intake of breath as he stared at you.

Either unable or unwilling to yank his hand away from yours, as you silently and gently kissed his hand.

A hand that was already scarred from his training but that had not yet faced the great trials of this world.

You withdrew with a smile, and it was like Sebek had suddenly started working again as he jolted slightly before hastily yanking his hand away from yours as you started laughing, “HUMAN! How DARE yo-”

“Relax, I’m just teasing you,” Laughter bubbled out of you as you continued to giggle at the now-flustered knight until your phone made a quiet buzzing sound.

Your eyes widened in an almost comical fashion as you glanced towards your pocket and then back to Sebek, “Oh crap! I’ve gotta go, or I’ll be late for the unbirthday party! Bye Sebek!”

And just like that, you were off. Trotting away from him and towards the mirror chamber that would take you to the party that you were apparently about to miss, like you hadn’t just flustered the young man beyond all reason.

But Sebek wasn’t looking at your hastily retreating form or pondering the party to which you were headed.

Instead, he was silently staring at his hands. The ghostly sensation of your lips on his knuckles leaving him stunned even now.

Truthfully, Sebek did not recall moving his hand but found himself thoughtlessly pressing his knuckles to his own lips in the exact same place that you had kissed anyway.

His eyes were closed, as if he were deep in thought, before he at last pulled his hand away from his mouth. A curious expression on his face as he finally looked up in the direction you’d long since disappeared.

“A pledge of undying devotion….” Despite himself, his lips twitched up into a slight smirk as he turned to head back to where his lord and master awaited his return, “Preposterous.”

But despite his words, Sebek could not deny the warmth in his chest as he pondered how you would react if he responded to your silent, if joking, vow in kind.

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ghosted-jazz · 2 years

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Goodbye Mr President o7

#dream smp #wilbur soot #tubbo #I am- very normal- so normal about Wilbur saying Tubbo was the best president Im so normal about it #revivedbur and pinkbo in their presidential uniforms my beloved. I care very deeply #back on my dream smp habit of making art at 4 am lets goooo #my art

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morethanwonderful · 1 year

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Out of all of Wei Wuxian's traits, one of the ones that fascinates me the most is how incredibly casual and chummy he is with corpses. All the other cultivators are a bit desensitized to the dead by nature of their profession, yes, but Wei Wuxian in particular treats the dead very much the same as he treats living people, and I think it's simultaneously one of his best and most concerning attributes.

On the good side, the way Wei Wuxian treats the dead is absolutely an extension of his overall goodness and empathy. He stands on the side of those that are looked down on, and nobody faces more discrimination that the dead. He treats the dead like people because they are people, and they deserve to have their voices heard. That's what Empathy's for, and that's why he revives Wen Ning to stand as witness to his own murder. Wen Ning is not a thing! And even when Wei Wuxian is raising armies of dead Wens to fight on his behalf, we get illustrations of him giving a helping hand to a weak old corpse that can't stand on its own.

Wei Wuxian is painted in very deliberate contrast to Xue Yang, who treats the dead as tools and deprives them of agency. His closeness with them is a symbol of his kindness.

However, beyond treating the dead decently and like people, there is a point where his chumminess with them starts to get unsettling, and that's the point where it becomes a reflection of his loneliness and trauma. In particular, I'm thinking of his cuddliness with the ghosts he uses to torture Wen Chao and the corpse girls he's hanging out with when he invites Lan Zhan to drink with him. Because treating the dead with respect is a very different thing from having a corpse lay in your lap as you stroke its hair. And fierce corpses by definition do not have personalities (with Wen Ning as the exception that proves the rule), so treating them as companions to socialize with is rather concerning behavior.

So why is he like this? Isolation and trauma!

It's easy to understate the trauma of Wei Wuxian's three months in the Burial Mound, especially given that we don't see them play out but do get details about so many other horrible moments. But those three months? They Fucked Him Up. In particular, beyond the trauma of the near death experience (or presumably many many near death experiences in a row), he spent the better part of three months without seeing a single other living human. People are not meant to do that.

So what is a person gonna do when he spends three months in Worse Solitary Confinement? And when that solitude is spent on Fierce Corpse Mountain? He's gonna get really weird about corpses. He's gonna turn into the kind of man that would let a murderous ghost he's controlling lay in his lap as he strokes her hair, because for an extended period of time, that is the closest thing to human contact he's had access to.

And later, post-sunshot-campaign, Wei Wuxian does regain access to living humans and society, but he's still incredibly isolated. Just about everyone besides his siblings and Lan Zhan hates and/or is scared of him by the time we hit the scene of him and the fierce corpse girls throwing flowers, so it's no wonder he's hanging out with dead people. He already picked up the habit of replacing company with corpses once, so of course he doesn't see anything wrong with it. Maybe they're there as bodyguards, maybe he's just extremely lonely and doesn't have any human companions to drink with him, or maybe (probably) it's a mix of both. But in any case, it's a pretty clear expression of a horrifying degree of both past and present isolation.

That's why, though he doesn't lose his respect for the dead or his desensitization to touching corpses, we never see him just Hanging Out With Mindless Ghosts in his second life. It's a substitute for real companionship, not a healthy behavior, but lack of company is no longer an issue he has after being resurrected.

He doesn't need an entourage of corpse girls, because this time, when he wants company, he's always got Lan Zhan.

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carriegalaxyy · 2 years

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Dr Habit yayyeyeyeyy!! Without lines edition :-)

Inspired by the work of @wxnter-rain! U shoukd go check them out :-) !

I’m actually very satisfied by how it turned out ^^!! <3

Habit my beloved

#Habit my beloved #Dr Habit #Boris Habit #carrie loses sanity #smile for me #Limbolane #doodle #art #my art #i forgot to post this but I finished it like 2 hours ago whoops teehee #anyways enjoy this t h i n g !! ^^#also give him ur teeth #now

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mo-ok · 30 days

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little guy saga continues this time with the biggest little guys you've ever seen 🤖

#gekiranger #changeman #kakuranger #dairanger #sentai #mecha #power rangers #drawing the robots always feels so daunting i have a bad habit of getting lost in the sauce with all the details and parts and symmetry #but if i make them CUTE and SMALL i can throw accuracy out the window and actually have fun drawing them lmao #changerobo gun shoulders peak design every robot should have gun shoulders #favourite thing about showa sentai is how we only really get one robot so i end up getting VERY. ATTACHED. to the robot by the end #and boy howdy am i attached to changerobo #super kakure daishogun my BELOVED not a day goes by where i dont think about his little fwoggy legs i cannot get over his little fwoggy leg #i've always had a soft spot for geki tohja #he's agile and bouncy and bae always made the fights feel so hype ALSO. big kitty cat x3 #ryuseioh theme goes so fucking hard and you KNOW how i am over polearms i dont think we need to discuss further #2024 art tag #anyone sick of my little guys yet??????? pls dont be sick of my little guys 🥺🥺🥺

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 5 days

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“You're so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?" + “Tease me some more and l'll show you my reaction" with old habits!mickey and ian? or any version of mickey and ian really lol

“You're so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?" “Tease me some more and l'll show you my reaction." **additional tags: daddy kink, lowkey spit kink, age difference [ old habits ]

Ian is tense.

Mickey saw it building all throughout dinner at Brenda's. It's not that she's a bad person, it's just that there aren't many neighbors left who haven't fallen under the unintentional charm of Ian Gallagher. And that's fine. It's kind of the norm when more than one Titty Committee member comes within three feet of each other.

Except the difference is usually their husbands aren't there.

Brenda's husband was there.

It was Brenda's house, for fuck's sake. And Ian is such an annoyingly good guy that it very quickly morphed from casual summer salads into him dodging Brenda's flirty comments and trying to Uno-Reverse the attention back onto her husband. You know, damage control.

And no, Brenda's not a bad chick, it's just that the rosé was flowing and made everything a little too loosey-goosey for everyone. Everyone except Ian. And Brenda's husband. And Mickey, who couldn't really do anything but sit there, watching the way Ian held himself slowly grow more and more tense, until finally making his polite exit after dinner - no dessert.

He couldn't do anything then. But he can do something now.

'got somethin for ya old man'

Texting is key in times like this. There's been one too many close calls where Mickey's showed up announced, prepped and horny and ready to get down to some nasty shit, only to be met by one of Ian's siblings answering the door.

Tonight's thankfully not one of those nights. Tonight, Mickey slips in through Ian's back door and then locks it behind himself, sniffing out wherever his stressed out man has settled.

He finds him upstairs in his little library, the lamp light flashing in the reflection of his reading glasses as he glances up at Mickey's arrival. "Hi there..."

It's fond. A soft smile.

Mickey can't help but immediately help himself to his personal space, dipping to fill Ian's beckoning hand. "'Hi there' yourself..."

"Haven't seen you for what...forty five minutes?"

Mickey regards that with a knowing grin. Even if the one he gets in return is smaller than usual. "What, you want me to go...?"

"Didn't say that, did I?"

"Mm..." Mickey hums, letting Ian pull him in by the back of the neck for a little peck on the lips. But that's it. He's letting go then, his attention falling back to his book. "Thought maybe you could use a little stress relief."

Because he's good at that. Mickey knows his strengths in whatever they're calling this relationship.

But he's got his work cut out for him tonight. He can already tell by the way Ian makes a dismissive noise, his tone just as much. "Not stressed... But you're welcome to stay, of course." Typical.

So since he insists on sidestepping it, Mickey does a little sidestepping of his own, rounding the couch until he's draping himself over the back of it, his hands immediately working over Ian's strong shoulders from behind.

Damn, he didn't even change out of his clothes from dinner.

'Not stressed', his ass...

Mickey spends a few minutes kneading at his tight, muscular shoulders...slipping down and feeling up his chest...leaning in to press his cheek against the scratchy soft bliss of Ian's beard. Time to do what he does best. "You're fuckin' tense..." he murmurs, keeping himself close. "Brenda still gotchya all stiff..."

The book sinks into Ian's lap, but he doesn't close it. There's no doubt he thought he got out of that without anyone noticing. But Mickey did. Of course. "Took care of it..."

"Always do..." It's one of the things he admires most about him - how he handles situations. "But now who's takin' care of you...?"

From his seat on the couch, Ian lets out a long breath, his head tilting to watch as Mickey snakes his hands down the front of his dress shirt, then lightly tugs the bottom free from where it's still tucked into his pants.

Ian's skin is warm as he pulls a little higher to start undoing the buttons, revealing his stomach and that thick happy trail that leads Mickey's eyes beneath his belt. "How 'bout I make ya more relaxed, Daddy...?"

He can hear the fond exhale from Ian's lips. The way his tone has melted, just a little bit. "Y'know, kid... I'm really not as tense as you're making me out to be..."

Which is a fucking lie. Mickey saw the stress settling from a night of managing other people's emotions with his own two eyes. But, "Alright..." he says, feigning defeat.

Because clearly Ian's trying to be the bigger man. Trying to protect Mickey from anything less than his best.

So slowly, from behind, Mickey starts stripping - reaching over and dropping each item right next to Ian on the couch - his shirt...his pants...his underwear. "Then lemme do it for me."

He leans over him again, wrapping his arms around and under Ian's open dress shirt... Nuzzles his face against Ian's... Delights in the feeling of that big hand finally reaching up to cup Mickey's other cheek, keeping him close for a second.

It's got Mickey preening. Has his eyes closing for a moment, a proud little hum escaping him as Ian murmurs a little something about how good he smells. Because he knows he does. He took the time to make sure after his long shower. Gotta smell extra good for his man...

After indulging for a few more seconds, Mickey slips forward, making his way around the couch until he's sank diligently to his knees between Ian's legs, naked in the lamp light.

And jesus christ, this man looks so fucking sexy, with his eyes all heavy behind his glasses and his dress shirt eased open and his tongue dragging across his bottom lip, wetting it as Mickey presses his palm against the bulge in his slacks.

He could've done this under Brenda's dining room table. Saved everyone some time.

But now is good too. Now is fucking hot, Ian watching Mickey mouth over the seam of his pants - up the inner thigh - before dragging his tongue flat over the bulge.

He can feel him pulse under the fabric. Getting harder. And when Mickey reaches up to undo his belt, his mouth sucking a damp spot right over him, that stupid book finally finds its rightful place back on the side table.

Ian helps him ease his slacks and his boxer briefs down. Cups the side of his face again, brushing his thumb over his cheek and then over his bottom lip. Watches - with a gorgeous, relieved breath out - as Mickey takes his time dragging his tongue flat up the underside of his cock, and then swirls it slowly around the head.

Mickey's indulgent with it. Puts on a show for him, his eyes never leaving him once as he purses his lips to drool all over the tip, his lips following after in a slick drag.

"Mm..."

"You like that, Daddy...?"

"Mhm..."

"That good...?"

Ian's fingers card through Mickey's hair, stroking him fondly. "Yeah baby..." he lets out, almost a whisper. "That's real fuckin' good..."

Mickey grins, flicking his tongue over the head of Ian's cock, loving the way his stomach tenses from the tease. He's gonna give this man head so sloppy that he'll have no choice but to relax.

It's guaranteed. Mickey knows his strengths. Knows how to keep everything good and wet for him, his hand slick with spit as he dips his head to suck and play with Ian's balls. It's like an instant hit of that extra good pot he's got - gets everything slow and steamy and perfect, Ian taking his reading glasses off and placing them on the side table too.

Because now it's all this. All Mickey. All slow, deliberate licks from Ian's balls all the way up to the tip of his cock. No more dinner drama or book escapism or pretending like he couldn't use a little TLC of his own.

A surge of pride works through Mickey's chest. Makes him cocky. Has the devil horns sprouting from his head just from the little power he's got - the tiny upper hand - the control.

He keeps his heavy eyes glued to Ian. Presses his tongue lightly to the precum at his tip and then slowly leans away, pulling a nasty little spit string that glistens in the lamp light.

Ian licks his lips, his nostrils flaring.

Sloppy head is always good, but something tells him he could get a lot more use outta Mickey if he used him as a stress toy. "Fuck, Mick..."

Mickey's answer is a little smirk, those horns sprouting proudly now as he leans forward again, but instead of swallowing him down like he's been doing, it's to tease at him - quick little kitten licks to the sensitive head of his cock.

That'll do it. Surely. Mickey knows his strengths.

"Fuck," Ian breathes in, his brows starting to pull together - his hips starting to twitch from the tiny, barely there licks. "Tryin' to kill me, kid?"

Mickey hums, hard himself as he rubs his face all along Ian's cock, getting all spitty too. "Just want a reaction outta ya..."

"That right...?" The fingers he's got in Mickey's hair gather into a hold - not too tight yet, but soon. "Keep teasin' like that, you'll get your reaction..."

Mickey's toes curl in anticipation, the huskiness that's starting to enter that tone doing wonders for him. "Oh yeah...? Gonna fuck me...?" he eggs him on, dragging his mouth all over Ian's cock, but never licking. "Gonna use me like your little stress toy, Daddy...?"

And Mickey's said it once, but he'll say it as many times as he fucking wants.

He knows his strengths.

The atmosphere rushes around him as Ian surges forward, scooping Mickey up from the floor to throw him over his shoulder.

It knocks the wind out of him a little but it's fucking good. He can't stop the giddy smile from blooming across his face if he wants to, even as Ian takes advantage of the positioning and swats a couple slaps to Mickey's bare ass as he hauls him to the bedroom.

"I'll show you fucking 'stress toy'..."

Exactly as planned.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

#old habits my absolute beloved - thank you anon <3 #gallavich #ray writes #old habits #smutty one-liners

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