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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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For @steveshairychest and based on their post here. I read it and just couldn't resist <3

The thing is, Eddie knows that Steve is straight. Honestly, that's the only reason Eddie is as bold as he is, why he starts flirting with him in the first place. He's got years of repressed feelings towards the younger boy, and now they're friends, good friends, and Eddie feels comfortable letting loose some of that pent up attraction, knowing that Steve won’t shun him for it.

He does start off small, just to be safe, with pet names and terms of endearment like handsome, honey, sweetheart. Just little things that make Steve's mouth quirk in a smile, nothing to make him feel uncomfortable. The longer Eddie goes, though, the bolder he gets.

The first pickup line is a joke. They’ve been talking about some new beach movie that's just been released onto video when Steve mentions his lifeguard certification, and before Eddie can stop himself he says “It's a good thing you're a lifeguard, because I'm drowning in your eyes.”

Steve laughs at that, not mean, just surprised, and is still grinning as he gives a half-hearted “Shut up, Eds,” and turns back to what he was working on.

And, oh, Steve has no idea what he's done, because Eddie is instantly obsessed with the need to make Steve laugh, to pull out that playful side of him that’s so rare to witness. So Eddie pulls out every dumb pickup line in the book, tries his best to make him laugh again.

“Hey, Stevie, your hand looks lonely. Can I hold it for you?”

“Did you just come out of an oven? Because you're too hot to handle.”

“Is your dad a boxer? Because baby, you're a knockout.”

Most of the time Steve just rolls his eyes and grins, but every so often he’ll make that surprised laugh, or god forbid, he’ll giggle, and Eddie mentally crows in victory every time it happens.

The kiss thing is spur of the moment one day, when Eddie has been hanging out just to be around Steve, and causing a little bit of a racket in the store. After a while, Steve playfully shoves at Eddie's shoulder and says "Get out of here before you get me in trouble, man," and Eddie just grins as he leans into Steve's space.

"What? No goodbye kiss before you send me off into the world?"

And oh god, Steve actually blushes this time, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink, and oh fuck, Eddie is such a goner. Steve shakes his head and tries his best to hide a smile as he says "In your dreams, Eddie."

"In my dreams it’ll be, then, handsome," Eddie replies with a grin, giving a mock salute on his way out the door.

It becomes a usual thing, Eddie hanging out and flirting and asking Steve for a kiss before he leaves. Every time, Steve's response is the same, that delightful blush covers his cheeks as he grins and pushes Eddie away with a "Keep dreaming," or a "You wish,” or even a half-assed “Fuck off, Eds.”

It all comes back to bite him in the ass when, for once, Eddie arrives at the video store to pick up Robin, instead of just doing his usual lazing about and bothering Steve.

Walking in, he doesn't see Buckley immediately, but he does spot his favorite person behind the counter and he beelines to Steve. He leans on the counter, elbows on the clean surface and chin in his hands as he bats his eyelashes at Steve.

"Hi Stevie! How's the prettiest boy in Hawkins today?"

Steve looks over at him and Eddie feels like a deer in headlights when the man gives him a sly grin. He leans on the counter, arms crossed as he presses into Eddie’s space.

"I dunno, gorgeous, how are you doing?"

All of Eddie's higher brain function just stops as Steve speaks. It’s such a stupid response, something that anyone else might have said if asked the same question, but for some reason it makes Eddie go dumb, cheeks flooding with color and mouth dropping in shock.

Steve’s grin widens and he tips his head to the side, looking like the cat who got the fucking canary. He reaches up and grabs a curl that had fallen from the messy bun Eddie had thrown his hair into, and twists the lock around his finger as he leans even closer.

"You look so fucking good today. Drives me crazy when you wear your hair up like this, sweetheart. Puts your whole neck on display, all that pretty skin just begging to be bitten and marked up."

And yeah, Eddie's brain must be leaking out of his ears, because it’s him, it’s Eddie, the master wordsmith who always has something to say, and all he can manage to get out in response is a single, stupid sounding "Uh.”

Steve's expression shifts to something more condescending and god, Eddie is so into it when he tugs on the curl again and coos "Aw, got nothin’ to say, baby doll? Can't take what you dish out?"

An embarrassing whine finds its way into the air between them and fuck, Eddie has to go. He needs to leave before he makes an even bigger fool of himself than he already has, because Steve is looking at Eddie like he wants to eat him and his knees feel like jello and where the fuck is Robin??

As though summoned by just a thought, Robin breezes through the shop and throws out a casual “Steve, can you stop? I need him to drive me home and he can’t do that if his brain is mush.”

Eddie glances over as she walks past them, thinks Traitor! as she leaves him at Steve’s mercy and heads outside to his van. He looks back to Steve, at those hazel eyes alight with amusement and tries to get his brain to work.

“I need- uh- Robin-” he stammers, unable to even complete a thought as Steve smirks and leans in even closer, his nose almost brushing against Eddie's when he asks, "Can I get a goodbye kiss?"

And Eddie could never say no to Steve, especially when the other is looking at him like that. He nods dumbly, hoping he doesn't look as desperate as he feels, and there's another tug on that curl.

"I need you to use your big boy words, sweetheart," Steve says, still tinged with condescension, and Jesus fucking Christ, this whole dynamic is really doing it for Eddie, more so than he ever thought it would.

"Yes, Steve- Please-" he says, fully prepared to start begging if he has to, if he can find the words to, but he's given a bit of mercy when Steve closes the gap between them.

It feels like he’s being electrocuted, and that's all he needs for his brain to get with the program, for his hands to finally respond as they fly up and tangle in honey locks as he kisses back.

Steve groans and presses closer, his tongue bullying its way into Eddie's mouth and Eddie can feel his limbs turning into goo as Steve kisses him thoroughly, those old King skills being put to good use as he wrecks Eddie with just this.

A car horn sounds from outside the shop and Steve pulls away, smirking again at Eddie's soft whine of protest. “You better go before Robin pitches a fit.”

Eddie nods, still dumbstruck from the last few minutes and says "I- Yeah, okay. Uh, call me? Tonight?"

Steve hums and stands up straight, and Eddie can feel his brain power returning with the little bit of distance now between them.

“Why don’t you come over after my shift? Say, 9?” Steve asks, giving Eddie that hungry look once again, and Eddie’s breath hitches.

“Yep, yes, I can- I’ll definitely do that,” he answers, taking a few steps back and trying his best not to stumble. “I’ll, uh, see you then, Stevie.”

Steve calls out “See you later, baby doll!” as Eddie scrambles for the door, and oh god, Eddie is fucked.

#the prompt was delicious and I totally ripped a line from it #ily and hope you like it #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #joey writes #i wanted eddie to be very silly goofy 'haha joking around with my best bud...unless👀'#and steve to be very straightforward cutthroat 'i know what i want and im gonna fucking get it'#because i feel like that fits them both well #ficlet

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jiminjamms · 1 month

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sex therapy :: 28. perfect timing

chapter tags/warnings: therapist! toji. manipulative! naoya. toji defends you. naoya 100% has anger issues. infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. family drama.

word count: 3.8k

notes: hugs to everyone! been a while, and my busy days at work (plus straggling mental health) have not been doing me favors. writing, reading, and interacting with you all have been bringing me joy. i spent extra time on this chapter to make this piece what i hoped it would be. enjoy. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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Toji loved working on Sundays.

With his colleagues off, Sundays were the only day in the week when Toji could be the sole person in the therapy office. He appreciated the slowness that came with working on the weekends, allowing him to balance his time for scheduled appointments with unoccupied windows used to strategize and decompress.

He relished in the lull. The tranquility. The peace.

But alas, the serenity was cut short on this particular Sunday, as someone barged through the entrance like a wild boar, causing a rambunctious racket as the front door flung open with immense force.

The doorknob clanged against the wall, and Toji—sitting behind the reception counter—looked up from a patient file on his computer screen.

With both curiosity and annoyance, he peered above his monitor.

The black tips to blond hair. The sharp brown glare. The permanent frown.

Who else could this have been but Naoya Zenin, presenting himself in the flesh?

The incomer’s expression consisted of nothing but antipathy as he bared his teeth at the doorway, his hands balled into fists by his sides. Based on how he glared upon seeing his older cousin, anyone could safely conclude that this man was beyond livid.

Must he pester me on the weekend? Toji thought as he mentally shook his head, clucking his tongue faintly in disapproval. He had not seen Naoya ever since his official departure from the Zenin Corporation and household, which was months ago. From his recollection, the manchild before him had a fickle personality, bursting into immature fits that easily made someone younger (like his son Megumi) seem like the actual adult around.

Given this, Toji legitimately did not understand how you had been putting up with Naoya as your husband.

As for himself, Toji did his best to ignore the new presence, clicking his mouse as he resumed analyzing the file on his screen. He did not wish to spare a moment longer than necessary tending to the human tornado on his way. If Toji had wanted to deal with Naoya in person, he would have confronted him long ago. Rather, he had decided strategically to watch his cousin wreak havoc from afar to avoid interacting with his burdensome family. Everyone in the Zenin household, except for Mai and Maki, was not worth the aggravation that came with mere association.

Now, especially with today’s booked schedule, Toji would not be able to make an exception to soothe Naoya’s upcoming tantrum.

On the other hand, Naoya had no better choice than to drag himself to his older cousin’s doorstep.

Had circumstances been any different, he also could not bother to see Toji again. He hadn't talked to Toji in months. Why would he? After many years of neglect and inferiority, Naoya finally achieved everything he wanted.

Or so he thought.

This was why, to face his estranged relative again—after recently learning that you had been seeing him for weeks—was a grand ego blow to Naoya, who could not accept the possibility that he was losing his reputation’s very foundation to the man he had envied all his life.

Recognizing the indignation that fumed from the current Zenin heir, Toji seized the opportunity to inveigle his cousin and greeted him with a cheer.

“Good morning!” he beamed, raising his hand in salutation. The scar by his lips flexed from his grin. “Do you have an appointment?”

Naoya scowled awfully.

"Great to finally see you again, Toji Zenin."

Immediately, the said man’s smile fell at his cousin's overly casual tone. "Woah, there,” he shot back. “Show some respect, will you? First, my last name is Fushiguro. Do not refer to me as Zenin. Second, calling me by my first name is bad manners. I'm older than you, kid."

Without question, the comment irked the blonde. Of all people in the universe, this was Naoya Zenin in question, a hubristic man who hated humiliation and the need to concede. His demeanor hardened with resentment while he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Fine, Mr. Fushiguro."

Toji quirked another smile.

Theoretically, he had no problem demanding more but decided to be nice by saying, “That’s better.” He locked his computer as he shifted his attention, crossing his arms as his back rested against his chair. “I haven't seen you in a while. Remember the days when you used to work here, too? Good times, hm?" All rhetorical chit-chat and pleasantries and, as expected, there was no response. "Well, I have only a few minutes to spare, after which I have business to attend. So...what brings you to visit?”

Another ironic question, as Toji already knew the answer.

Over the phone, he had spoken with an irate Naoya who demanded to speak to his wife and have her back home. Despite his insufferable treatment toward you, the Zenin CEO could not stand how his apartment remained empty the past few nights, meaning he hadn’t gotten his dick soaked by his lawful spouse like he should be doing.

But then again, Toji thought, he already has a mistress to satisfy himself with.

Meanwhile, Naoya might as well be digging holes into his cousin’s skull from how his glower fizzed with malice. He opened his mouth, only to promptly purse his lips again to choose his reply carefully.

“Did you make her see you?”

Quite a question.

Toji blinked rapidly through an empty stare.

Where did that come from?

“‘See me?’” he had to clarify.

In one smooth motion, Toji stood from his seat, his chair bouncing back slightly when he did. With his arms still folded over his chest, he meandered around the counter area that separated the client and employee zones in the reception area, stopping mere steps away from the younger man.

Then, he repeated, “See me who?”

Naoya did not appear amused in the slightest.

His hazel eyes all but narrowed from vexation. The paroxysm of negative emotions on the blonde’s face made him appear ready to snap. Like a button ready to blast everything around him, he was close to letting his wrath take over. “Did you send my wife your therapist information just so that you could talk to her and figure out how to get revenge on me?”

What an oddly specific accusation.

“Why would I do such a thing?” It was more of a statement than a question, and Toji could see how his nonchalance profoundly irritated the other man. “She found me like how all my other therapy clients find me. But me reaching out to her personally merely to spite you? No. That's only some shit you would think to do. Unlike yourself, I'm not that petty."

Toji was blunt in his response, he knew.

In his defense, he would rather cut to the chase than beat around the bush.

He no longer headed the Zenin conglomerate, but he still had a therapy practice to manage and a family to look after. With his packed schedule, every second mattered and he wasn’t the type to waste his time lingering around and dealing with non-important business matters, such as the grouchy kid with him.

His observations definitely blew a fuse within Naoya, though.

"Excuse me?!" In two sharp steps, he closed the distance between Toji and himself, jabbing a finger into the other's chest. Bold. “You’re fucked, you know that? You’re so damn fucked," he hissed, and the edges of his mouth contorted into a derisive sneer. “You…You’re goddamn obsessed with Y/N, and you don’t even realize that! Give me a fucking break. You only give two hoots about the bitch because she’s my wife, but you don't actually give a shit about the woman herself.”

At that, Toji immediately swatted the hand from his pec.

“Incorrect, I do,” he retorted, his tone firm. “But do you care about her?” and he didn’t need to hear a response for that one, so he went on. “No, you do not. You know what? I found her situation sad because every time your wife talked about you, she told me about how you neglect and can’t satisfy her. This entire time, I was sorry for her precisely because I know the person you are. Fine, you call her your wife. What that means is she's not just a pussy for you to play with. You can’t just pick and choose different parts of her. But where were you when your wife was crying?” He paused briefly, letting his words sink into his silenced cousin’s head. “Where were you, hm? Where were you when she was upset? Anyone with eyes could’ve seen that she’s been having a hard time! But where?” and Toji gave Naoya one pointed glare. “Where…was her husband?”

In the sheets with an older woman.

Of course, that very husband would not admit that aloud, especially since he had yet to realize that his older cousin already knew about his affair with the other’s ex-wife. Instead, Toji saw Naoya twist his lips into a deeper frown.

“I have a company to lead,” was the excuse he spat out, and he ran both hands through his light strands in evident frustration. “I can’t believe our family thought that you were a capable leader. I, however, saw right through your facades, alright? Despite all your fucking degrees and licenses, you left the Zenin Corporation as a shithole for me to manage.”

“No, I had set the company to run efficiently,” Toji retorted, keeping his levelheaded demeanor. “You turned the Zenin Corporation into—in your own words—a shithole. You decided to fire everyone I had hired. So currently, your managers are inept, your shareholders are unhappy, your daddy is getting angry, and the most convenient person to blame is me.” He shrugged dismissively. “Rookie mistakes. E for Effort, I guess. Luckily for you, Y/N is a good way to cover up the competence which you lack. Thus, she’s only useful when you deem her as such.”

Naoya scoffed, and his shoulders rose and fell with each enraged breath. “Because you don’t understand what a burden she can otherwise be. Besides, I can treat and use her in whatever way I please!”

He might not display this visibly, but Toji felt disgusted.

“Don’t talk like you own her. That’s disrespectful. She's a person, not an object.”

"What—" Naoya paused, and his eyebrows creased in annoyance. "Who the fuck do you think you are? That woman is my wife.”

“Then treat her like one,” Toji shot back. While matching Naoya's hostility with his own, he could see the latter's eyes widen at the remark. Not that Toji paid him any mind, and he continued staring at his younger cousin with an unfazed demeanor that showed how willing he was to defend. "She might be your wife, but she is not your property.”

As if Naoya would care.

Rather, he clenched his hands into tight fists by his sides. “You need to stay away from her. You’ve had your chances with marriages. Y/N is mine and not yours. I swear, if you talk about her with your gross lips again, I'll—" He stopped, as he wasn’t quite sure what would be a good threat. “I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, kid?” Toji interrupted, knowing just how pissed Naoya would get from every reminder of who the older person was and who the actual successor to the Zenin inheritance should be. “I’ll keep her since you can’t. You call her a burden, but I don’t find her to be one. I don’t know about you, but I like her. Have you ever had a civil conversation with her? She's sweet and quite interesting to talk to.”

The continuous comments unsurprisingly make Naoya bristle further.

“I said don’t talk about her like that!” he snarled. “Here you are, bossing me around and telling me to treat her better, but listen to how you talk about the woman! Holy shit, you're such a fucking creep.”

“Me?” Toji repeated, appalled by his bravery to say those words. “Mind you, boy, she is the one who wanted to talk to me first. As her concerned therapist and the more mature adult, I believe I must listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”

Naoya breathed heavily, his chest undulating while he boiled with rage. Yet, as the younger, more naive, and less physically adept challenger, he could not make himself fight back against the other man. “You...You don’t know shit, Fushiguro.”

Immediately, Toji arched a brow.

“Really?" Was that supposed to be an insult? "I don't know shit?" This was hilarious! "Oh, boy. I know a lot of fucking shit alright. About ‘your wife’ or whatever you want to deem her, there is not a single chance in hell that she’d ever think about calling you her husband anymore.”

Naoya stared back, rather stupefied.

In any other situation, he would simply take the remark as a cheap way to rouse him. Of course, talking about you would be the easiest route to do so. This time, though, Toji’s suspiciously happy visage as he retraced his steps to the counter and positioned himself comfortably against the surface had him uneasy.

He did not like what the other man insinuated.

"What...do you mean?" As much as he tried, Naoya could not hide how affected he appeared. “Our marriage is none of your damn business.”

Toji shrugged. "Marriage? What marriage? I don't see the rings on her finger, kid. Heard she tossed them. Apparently, you made her upset enough for her to take them off."

Without a better way to retaliate, Naoya clenched his teeth to signal his displease. “Ring or not, she’s still my wife,” he spat. “Plus, I do not want my wife around a womanizer like you.”

Instead of taking umbrage from your husband’s words, Toji tossed his head to the side and let out a deep, harrowing chortle. “Wow! You’re one to talk," he rebuked. "The whole household used to joke about how you brought a different girlfriend to each of our family dinners. At the moment, you’re married, and what? You want your spouse to come home, but you then drive her away. You want her to be a good partner, but torment her when she does. Please, you are embarrassing yourself. Why don’t you make up your fucking mind?” With his emerald gaze returning to the younger man, Toji then added, “Now, if you excuse me. My next client is arriving and I have an appointment."

Still, Naoya was not ready to let the conversation end. “We’re not done. You think you’re all ‘high and mighty.’ But, you’re low, Toji. So, so low. Your last wife was a divorcee, and now you’re a motherfucker into married women, huh?”

"So were you."

"What?"

"Baby?"

And, in one go, all signs of life drained away from Naoya swiftly at the new voice.

No fucking way, his expression seemed to read as he craned his neck around in rigid and robotic motions. Naoya had to blink twice to confirm the woman by the door before he placed his arms down and froze.

Mari, who returned the man’s aghast expression with perplexion, had her dark brows crinkled. “What…Why are you looking at me like that?”

Even with Naoya’s face presently angled away, Toji could see his eyes widen at the ludicrous question. Yet, they both thought the same thing: did she forget where she was?

“What are you doing here? I did not expect you,” she continued. “But, I’m here for an…an appointment.”

Her voice trailed off.

When the woman finally seemed to remember that Toji was also there, her dark eyes rounded in alarm. Wait, her expression seemed to say as she very, very slowly dragged her sights to the man by the counter. Once her eyes met Toji’s, her jaw fell slack before she promptly slapped both hands over her gaping mouth.

With the two visitors transformed into Medusa's stone statues, Toji took great gratification in the perfect timing. This coincidence far exceeded his expectations because he honestly did not anticipate ever being in the same vicinity as Naoya and Mari, yet here he was. Presented this chance, Toji pushed his bottom lip out in fake thought and furrowed his brows, pointing at Mari then Naoya then at Mari again.

“Seems like you two know each other?” he asked in mock confusion, his finger swinging between the pair. “How come I didn’t get invited to the party? Has something been going on between my baby cousin and my ex-wife?”

No response.

So, he continued.

“What? Were you two spying on me or something?” (He knew the answer was yes.) “Or…wait,” and his voice dropped to a dangerous low, “Don’t tell me that you two…have been having an affair?”

Naoya—realizing the trap they had been set up in—swung his arm forward, prepared to defend them with whatever good lies he could spin (which Toji knew that he had a talent for), only for the woman to speak up first.

“We’re acquaintances.”

The manner in which Mari snapped caused Toji to pop a brow in surprise.

Oh? he noted. His suggestion on their illicit relationship appeared to strike a particular nerve. Even Naoya could sense the danger in his mistress’s overreaction as his eyes widened in horror. He tried to give her a warning expression, but she failed to see him.

By the way, did Naoya, know that Mari—well—wasn’t very streetsmart?

Maybe, but he likely prioritized keeping her in his bed to pay her absent wits any attention.

At this, Toji could not pass on the excellent opportunity to simultaneously provoke the two people who betrayed him.

“Just acquaintances?” he pressed.

“Yes.”

In another curt response, Mari pressed her lips into a firm line and shot Naoya a ‘shut the hell up and play along’ look, thinking she was slick when Toji only felt second-hand embarrassment from how utterly blatant the communication had been executed.

Pretending to nod along, Toji added, “Interesting. Because I never knew acquaintances called each other ‘baby.’”

Checkmate.

But the woman must not be thinking, as she sensed her inevitable defeat but hurriedly explained herself by saying, “It’s not what you think, Naoya and I haven’t had sex since—”

“Stop,” Toji interrupted before she could finish her sentence. That statement truly crossed the line. The lady must be inane. To talk about her dirty deeds with his relative as if that was appropriate! Clearly, she was oblivious to common sense and proper etiquette, given how she was desperate to try to save some face, resorting to the most crass justifications as if that would ameliorate the issue. Toji felt ashamed to think that he used to be married to this woman for years. While he noticed a fit of pique boiling within him, he ultimately let the ill feelings go. “I never asked about your sex lives. I don’t want to hear about what you two have been doing.”

Plus, the tabloids have shown him enough already.

Nonetheless, Mari’s face brewed with annoyance. She folded her arms firmly and tucked her chin outward. “Well, if that’s the case, then when and where I’m riding your cousin's dick should not matter!”

“Oh my fucking lord, stop talking already!” and this time, it was Naoya who spoke, shouting into his hands and cupping his face from sheer exasperation. He had been stunned speechless for a while but could no longer contain himself. When he picked up his head, he growled with rage as he raised a shaking finger at the woman. “You,” he seethed. “You’re saying all the wrong things! Holy fuck, bitch, how fucking blind are you? Unbelievable!” He leered to the side as if shaking off part of his rage, only to add on, “Just…Just shut the fuck up!”

The sudden, scathing comments soured Mari's mien in seconds. “Wait, but babe—”

“No.” Naoya cut her off right there. “Don’t ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ me with your bullshit anymore. Can’t you fucking see the atrocities you have fucking committed in the last ten minutes? You’re literally ruining my life! Even Y/N wouldn’t be stupid enough to say all the crap you just said! I should’ve never approached a dumb whore like you.”

While Toji had his eyes widened from silent bewilderment, tears began to roll down the woman's cheeks.

“That’s a lie!” For what must be her first time, she had to face the reality that, despite all the pleasure and company she offered Naoya Zenin after his tough days at work, he was an egotistical sociopath and a married man. "That's not what you've been telling me. You know I’m the only person who can make you happy, not the actual whore whom you have at home! These last few months, you would’ve been absolutely miserable without me!”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a reminder,” she hissed harshly. “You had said so yourself.”

At this point, Naoya found himself in the middle of a living nightmare.

To think about his wife who had been avoiding him for days, to see his loathsome cousin watch the scene like this was some sort of Netflix episode, and now to witness his mistress ridiculing him like a fucking fool.

“God dammit!” he roared. With animosity overwhelming his sanity, Naoya—who was already on the verge of destruction—only saw red as he lurched forward. He used his arms to sweep everything, all things, anything he could reach from a nearby tabletop onto the floor: a ceramic vase that shattered into shards, magazines that flew in all directions, a framed photograph that clinked upon descent. He didn’t stop there. Like a mid-tantrum toddler, he kicked angrily at the mess, sending paper and broken pottery flying in all directions without much regret for his actions.

In fact, this was cathartic for him. Because the very thing he wanted was to make his cousin's world wretched, just like how the latter had done to him.

“I'm going to find Y/N and bring her back to me, but if either of you…” the blonde warned several moments later, regarding the therapist and the woman with a deathly fire burning in his auburn eyes, “if either of you do more shit to ruin my life in the meantime, I...I will make you regret.”

With that, Naoya stormed off in a huff, releasing all the profanities that have manifested his anger throughout his life. Mari followed soon after, chasing after him in sobs.

Finally, as for Toji, well, he...was stunned.

He blinked thrice in the same second, processing what he had just seen.

He drew in a deep breath...

...and he chuckled.

He knew he looked crazy, laughing to himself in an empty and currently deranged parlor. However, Toji had not felt this triumphant and optimistic in years. He saw a hopeful gleam for himself, for his family, for his colleagues, and for you.

He picked up his phone with a languid grin, scrolling through his contacts and sending over a quick text when he found your name: Guess what?

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end notes: Throughout this fic, Toji and Naoya obviously have a very complicated and terse cousin-ship. For weeks and months, I have been thinking about how to orchestrate this scene, where we see them together for the first time...and with Mari too. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and let me know in the comments how you all are doing!

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absolutebl · 2 months

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This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?

(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?

That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!

In fact, I love OffGun.

I love food based BL.

I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging".

But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.

1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long.

Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.

Quick pitch?

From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.

I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.

So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."

If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)

Quick pitch:

This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10

Trigger warning for suicide depicted.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.

On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.

But also... YAY KISSES!

(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?

My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background).

It's Done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.

It's Airing But...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.

One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)

Cooking Crush

City of Stars

Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.

Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?

And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.

SIGH. what a lovely show.

And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.

And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.

(All Love for Love's Sake).

(Last week)

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lululandd · 10 months

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⤷ ❝ haunted ❞ headcanons

the base is haunted lmao

im procrastinating a könig painting so my brain comes up with random ideas. rudy's part is mandatory to read im afraid, bcause it’s the preface. no pairing in this one, just silly headcanons of how each of them would react to actual ghosts.

141 + LV + ULF + laswell + könig + graves

rudy has a sixth sense—mans legit scared of ghosts lmfao—and hated the 141 base. would complain and groan if alejandro says he has to go there. one time they were chilling cleaning out guns and an old man walks past them and the hair at the back of rudy's neck just shoots up.

"did anyone feel that?"

everyone just shrugs. asks him for clarification. he mentions seeing an old man passing by and then it clicks for everyone else in the room that it wasnt their ptsd or personal things they were going through, it was legitimately ghosts.

soap now realises that the disappearing people he sees in his peripherals aren’t just a figment of his imagination. after rudy’s discovery he would ask random people he was with if they could ‘see them too’ and most of the time the answer would be yes. if they don’t turn their heads to take a closer look, that is.

gaz would always ask anyone—privates, sergeants, lieutenants, captains—to accompany him if he has to go anywhere secluded, and they have to verbally agree. one time he asked a non-verbal sergeant and thought they really didn’t like gaz because of the ignored questions and the general unhelpfulness. the realisation only comes much later, when he went to shake their hand, and it just…went through. poor boy lost sleep the next three nights.

price has known for a while about the presence of ghosts but ignores them. he recognises some of them from his folders, from the photos in family homes that he has to visit over the years, from the memories he had of the battlefield. he won’t go to the third floor bathroom though. would rather piss and shit himself in the courtyard rather than go in there again. nope.

laswell knows from price. she had asked him who was the new young private that didn’t salute as they both walk past.

“just keep walking, kate.”

she immediately understood.

ghost now realises the young private that he thought resembles tommy could actually possibly be tommy and would sometimes speak aloud when he’s alone and can feel his presence. the vision doesn't follow him outside the base and he doesn’t know if he’s relieved or distraught over the fact.

graves scoffed at the audacity of these grownass men trying to scare him with childish pranks, until one particular night his footlocker opened itself and boy did he immediately remember his sunday mass prayers.

alejandro cannot see them, but knows they are there because he could feel the static in the air if they appear close to him. he is happy he can’t see because of the stories rudy have told him. about people in their own base with disfigured faces and bodies.

farah knows all the protection prayers so they don’t bother her. honestly they’re tame compared to the djinn’s she encountered back home. everyone feels so much safer near farah because they dont see anything for once.

alex calls farah lmao. mans can’t see them just like alejandro but every hair on his body stands up and if he gets agitated enough his stump would start hurting because he’s so tense and thats where he would call for farah. she taught him some prayers to ward them off but since he’s not of the same faith it sadly doesn’t work. good try tho.

valeria yells at them. when she was held captive she would see people in her container even though it hasn’t been opened in a while. she cusses them out and she would like to think it works because she never sees them again.

poor könig followed one into a corner when he was new at the base. he asked for directions and this private graciously led the way instead of just pointing where to go. it wasn’t until soap grabs him harshly by the upper arm and lead him to the correct way that the scot told him about the hauntings. he now also asks for verbal confirmation before following anyone anywhere. he has never felt his hand sweat that much before.

#task force 141 #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #kate laswell #farah karim #valeria garza #alex keller #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #könig #phillip graves #call of duty imagines #scuffed writing

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miles-edgewords · 1 month

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I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how much I wish we were taught in school how to interact with people online (and just how to use the internet in general) and then I remembered that I can type.

So, without further ado, I present…

How to Argue with People on the Internet

A (sort of) comprehensive guide on discussing everything from world peace to your blorbos

Forewordwarning: This is a long (but hopefully useful and entertaining) post. You have been warned.

SECTION I: The Decision

I have read SO many posts that essentially say “want to stop getting annoyed and fighting strangers? Just don’t! Simply do not!” and if that works for you? Fantastic! That is commendable and I salute you for it and I’m only a little bit jealous. (Okay, maybe more than a little bit jealous.) But if you’re like me—an absolute yapper, that is— you will likely find yourself in quite a few situations where you simply must yap. The urge is too strong. The stupidity of this collection of pixels on your screen that may or may not be the vessel for another human somewhere in the world is too much and you just have to tell them so. I understand. I will not tell you to hold back. I will, however, advise that before engaging with any individuals, you follow a few simple steps that I like to call “RAT”— otherwise known as Rest, Analyze, and Type.

Let’s say, for a moment, that you’ve just run into a comment hating on your favorite character in your favorite TV show. Yes, that one. You want to reply—but wait—you’ve just remembered to use RAT first! You intelligent human, you.

First, you REST. You take a moment to bookmark the comment (whether mentally or literally is up to you) and you step away from your phone (or you do what I do and look at that one youtube video of a parrot asking Alexa to fart 939472 times, you know the one) and you wait. Is this comment something you’re willing to take time out of your day to handle? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with deciding that it is, in fact, worth it— but it’s important to consider it first. You won’t ever have time to talk about the things you’re actually passionate about if you reply to every comment that bothers you. (Trust me— I’ve been there.)

Now, if you’ve decided to continue, reopen the comment and ANALYZE. This can mean many different things depending on the situation: is this comment generated by an AI? Is this person expressing a genuine opinion, or are they a troll? Have other people argued with them? If so, how did they respond? These are all important questions to ask, but it’s okay if you don’t know the answers to all of them. Just get the best information you can; you can always come back to this step later.

Finally, it’s time to TYPE. Let those words fly, friend! You tell ‘em!

SECTION II: Debating vs Fighting

So, you’ve RATted it up, and now you’ve decided it’s time to yap. But how to go about this? Should you be aggressive? Appeal to the enemy? What to do? Don’t worry, I’ve got another acronym for you! It’s time to take MOUSE into account: Motive, Openness, Understanding, Success, and Education.

First, think about your own MOTIVE. What do you want to accomplish? Do you want to change the other person’s mind? Are you unconcerned with changing their mind, instead going in with the intention to change the minds of others who might be reading through the conversation? Do you not care about changing anyone’s mind and simply want to discuss the topic at hand? All of these are valid, but they’re all very different. Deciding what your goal is prior to replying is one of the most important things about debating, whether it’s over the internet or face-to-face.

Once you’ve got that cleared up, it’s time to consider your OPENNESS and UNDERSTANDING. How open are you to potentially having your mind changed? Can you see a piece of truth in the other side of the argument? Do you understand where the commenter is coming from, or are they just being ridiculous? It’s okay to have opinions you aren’t open to changing on a whim— everyone has core beliefs that shape who they are as people. But sometimes looking at the other side through a lens of open-mindedness and a desire to understand is the most effective thing you can do. Give it a try— the worst thing that happens is the other person being just as bad as you thought they were.

Next, it’s time to address SUCCESS. What would succeeding look like here? This is similar to MOTIVE, but now we’re looking at the potential completion of the debate. What is the outcome you’re striving for?

Finally, EDUCATION. Is this a fact-based topic you want to educate people about, or is it purely opinion-driven? Either is fine, but if it’s fact-based, you should brush up on the facts of the situation— you don’t want to be caught in a lie and potentially humiliated, I hope. Also, misinformation on the internet is a huge issue. But mostly the humiliation thing.

Section III: Tips and Tricks

My last acronym contains an assortment of tips and tricks for internet usage and communication: Consent, Anonymity, Privacy, Yapping, Blocking, Apps, Reason, and Ability (CAPYBARA).

One of the most important things in life and on the internet is CONSENT. Now, this doesn’t mean you have to ask permission to voice your opinions— just that you should take into consideration the actual, living person on the other side of the screen. (Unless you’re arguing with an AI, in which case I suppose it probably doesn’t care much one way or the other). Ask before you DM people unless they state that their DMs are open. If someone blocks you, DO NOT make another account to harass them (yes, even if they’re really terrible). Consent online may look different than it does in real life, but it still follows the same ground rule: when in doubt, ASK.

ANONYMITY is another important thing to consider when you’re surfing among the virtual tides. Remember that even if someone displays their real name and picture on a website, you still don’t know them. They could be someone entirely different from the persona they’ve put up on the internet, and that’s okay. We all act differently depending on the situations and settings we’re in, and that’s dialed waaaay up when social media allows us to literally customize ourselves into what we want other people to see. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t treat people as if they’re real, but it does mean that you should take everything with a grain of salt— especially if someone is being an absolute jerk.

Okay, PRIVACY is the one section in here that anyone under a certain age probably did learn in class— along with its annoying younger cousin, PIRACY (you wouldn’t steal a CAR, would you?) You probably know by now that you shouldn’t share personal data online, so I won’t go into this one too much in this post. There are a billion textbooks about it, and as important as it is, it’s not something I’m really qualified to cover. Just don’t do anything stupid and you should be fine.

YAPPING— everyone’s favorite thing to do on the internet! For the most part, this is a reminder that you should have fun. If you feel like you can’t yap about your interests in the space you’re in, maybe you should relocate— whether that’s to a different app, a different blog, or even just to a different comment section is up to you. You should feel free to voice your opinions and talk about the things you love (within reason—don’t get yourself on an FBI watchlist—but you get the idea).

BLOCKING is one of the most underrated features on many social media apps. There is absolutely nothing wrong with blocking someone and moving on. It doesn’t make you a coward; it makes you someone who values your own time and safety. You are never obligated to argue with someone just because they said so. And—this is one of my favorite internet secrets—you can block people you agree with. If someone’s posts are well-meaning and useful, but they upset you or make you uncomfortable? You can still block them, or mute/restrict them if the app you’re using allows it. You are not a bad person for not wanting to see things that upset you in your day-to-day life. You can support good causes without reading about tragedies every morning. Digging yourself into a depressive hole isn’t going to help anything. Please, please use the block button. It’s there for a reason.

APPS are another variable you should consider when catering your online experience. For instance, you can make a nuanced post on Tumblr and more realistically expect reasonable replies because you aren’t confined to a tiny amount of characters. Trying to express the same point on Twitter, however, likely risks people getting extremely angry at you due to the nature of the app not allowing nuanced conversations. That’s not to say Tumblr is necessarily superior— just that they’re different areas with different setups. The reason Twitter is so no-nuance a lot of the time isn’t just due to the people— the app is deliberately set up so that users can’t make multiple points in one post. This also attracts people who don’t want to have nuanced conversations, which feeds the cycle. This is an (extremely oversimplified) explanation of why most social media apps feel so separate from each other, even if you follow all the same people. You should know your audience—but you should also know your stage.

It’s important to have a certain amount of REASON and common sense when you’re talking to someone about the skrunkly little guys in your favorite movie. It’s not that you can’t be passionate—I once essentially made an entire powerpoint presentation about why I think my opinion about a fictional cat person is the correct one—but you need to remember that not everything is the same level of seriousness. Expressing an opinion about whether Team Rocket are actually villains is not the same thing as expressing an opinion about the upcoming US election. (Though I think Team Rocket could potentially do an okay job, to be honest. Meowth 2024?) You can 100% have intense, long discussions about fictional characters, but it’s never worth genuinely harming your own mental health or attacking someone else because of an opinion that ultimately doesn’t hurt anyone. It’s okay to agree to disagree.

Lastly, remember that a lot of this is not intuitive. Your ABILITY to make smart decisions online is a skill that takes time to develop (as is evidenced by 99% of past me’s Twitter posts) and it’s important to give yourself grace. As much as the internet hates to admit it, we all make mistakes. Just own up to those mistakes and move on. It’s okay to delete a post you made because you don’t agree with it anymore. It’s okay to come back to an argument and apologize for going too far. It’s okay to not be perfect. Accept the consequences of your own actions and move forward.

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visd3stele · 2 years

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So,I just saw ep 5 and i’m also a fan of princess reader and Ser Criston.I loved your last fic,you are so talented and you can feel the love you put in to writing.Can you please,please write an happy ending for them?Like in the last episode he asked Rhaenyra lo flee with him,but with princess y/n?He asks her to escape to Essos,she says yes and there they get married and live together forever like they deserve 😤

//you can feel the love you put into writing// thank you so much! this is one of the best things a writer can hear ☺😍🥺

oh, boy, am i sucker for rebellious princesses.

a/n: alright, so this is an aleternative ending for this fic [X]. You can read it separately, though, it's up to you

tw: spoilers

Dread bounced from your veins against you bones. You haven't felt this nervous since the first time you snuck around the sleeping halls of the palace to find your sweet Attor, the dragon you favored since you watched him hatch from the big egg and took off flying in the depths of nigh.

But that was freeing. And you always came back as if nothing has happened. This, you couldn't brush it off, pretending to not exist.

One hand fled to your hectic heart as the other laid atop of your belly, rubbing up and down as you ran. It scared you, the motherly gesture. As if your body has already shifted for the instincts needed to the changes inside you. Too fast so. Your mind was left behind by miles.

You pushed gently on your belly. Still soft with only skin, fat and flesh to wobble under your palm. But your monthly bleeding missed the timing two times in a raw. So you have finally convinced yourself to come see the maestress. Conjuring up all your courage, you knocked on the healing quarters' door.

"Princess y/n. What brings you so unexpectedly in our company? Are you unwell?"

"Perhaps the restlessness before the wedding. Worry not, princess, I will prepare you a calming tea. You shall sleep like a babe."

A babe, you almost laughed. Fitting wording. "It's not my sleep that bothers me. It's... something else." Teeth grazed the chipped skin of your lips. They suffered the torment of your worries in the past few days since the realization of your condition dawned on you.

"What is it? Out with it, your grace. We can't help you unless we know what the matter is."

The words struggled to leave your mouth. They couldn't even take shape in your mind, much less find the voice to form them out loud. You haven't told a soul of your presumptions. Not even Criston, the father of the child you were more than sure now grew in your womb.

You couldn't have told anyone even if you wanted. Your sister, maybe, but her love for the man who was about to imprison you irked your ire. It would be a while until you could embrace your older sister again. Daemon or Viserys were obviously off limits. Unpredictable. What would they do? You knew there were special drinks - teas - to make a pregnancy disappear. Would they make you take one? Or would they rush the wedding and pretend it's your uncle's child? You didn't know which hurt you more.

As for Criston, the knight that stole your heart and possessed your body... ever since the last night you shared after finding about your father's political plans for your future, he kept his distance. Solemn bows of his head when you passed him in the halls, stiffened straight back as you waved at him, formal salutes when he draw the shorter hay and had to guard your room.

You understood the distance. If not for the baby, you would have encouraged it. It was better for both of you, perhaps. A way to pretend your marriage to be less painful than it was. Criston even wanted to leave, you heard the maids gossip. Enrole as a knight in the Watch Guard. But the king forbade it.

"My bleeding missed the due this past two months." You finally puked the words to the stunned maestress.

"Have you- have you had any... intercourses with prince Daemon?"

The inside of your bottom lip puffed to cover your teeth in thought. Should you lie? It'd make no difference if the healers thing the baby is your future husband's. But such a lie would lay heavier on your heart than the burden of shame filled looks and sharp words thrown at you for bearing a bastard. About that you were sure.

"No." You said, a feeling of pride blooming like a late flower in spring. "I haven't laid with Daemon. But I have - had - a lover."

After they confirmed you were, indeed, pregnant, you expected them to rat you out to your father. For days you waited anxiously for Viserys or Daemon or both to storm inside your chambers and demand an explanation. You wouldn't have told them the truth, knowing it'll cost Ser Cole his life. But you would have had such a surge of petty, vengeful joy to watch their plans chipped by your love.

Every day you woke up and watched your body in the mirror. Too early yet for visible changes, you caressed your stomach in awe, a broad smile gracing your features. The product of a real love you were lucky enough to live, even if it ended. Something that could never be taken from you, nor lost or forgotten in the fog of time.

You hoped the baby, boy or girl, it didn't matter, would look like Ser Cole. That they'd have his brown curls, thick brows, long lashes and eyes as dark and precious as the night sky that brought you so much happiness. Not only would it remind you of the love denied to you, but it'd also be clear whom the baby is. Not the forced husband's, but the chosen knight's.

Days passed by and you entered your third month. The maestress assured you, at the weekly meeting you had with them in the dead of night, the nausea should become a rare occurance. Which washed a wave of relief over you. As much as you already loved your child, the sickness was an annoying effect to bear.

The time for your sister and cousin's wedding came. You had to cut through the gowns made for you and sew them larger yourself as your waist thickened and you didn't want your maids to suspect a thing.

You were to meet with your betrothed at the doors of the festive hall. To enter together, posing the merry couple. You paced around your room, practicing your walk. In the past months you have gotten so used to lean back, holding your womb, as you kept mostly to your chambers. But now that you were forced to join the celebration, you couldn't risk disclosing your secret.

Before you could take the turn around the corner, however, an arm curled around your elbow, a hand covering your mouth as you were pulled inside a crammed room.

"Don't yell. It's me." Criston whispered in a hurry. His palm tasted like cinnamon and oranges and so did the air around him smell like.

You nodded and as he loosened his grip on you, you turned to face him. That bubble laugh Criston loved so much ringed through the confinement of the small chamber he brought you to. The large smile he aodored adorning your face for the first time in months.

Criston traced his fingers over your lips as you immediately circled his neck with your arms. "I missed you so much," was the only thing that made sense in your mind. All the rest of your thoughts were bits and pieces you couldn't put together in a coherent speech.

Your lover smiled, rolling his shoulder backwards and puffing his chest out if your sight hadn't begin to lie to you. "I missed you too, my y/n." He said, lowering his head to catch your lips in his.

The kiss felt like magic of old was born anew in your blood. A fire so true, so powerful it could ignite the world in a whim. You lost yourself in his touch, feeling him through every way you could.

Criston almost forgot why he was there in the first place. Your mouth tasted like honey, your hands in his hair like a breeze of fresh air on a bruised, wounded body.

Then, as if you both thought of the same thing, you abruptly pulled apart.

"I have something to tell you," your voices mixed in the same sentence, one desperate, one pleading.

"You first," you nudged him. As much as you wanted to make him aware of your child, the fluttering of your nervous heart tighten your throat, locking the words in.

Besides, it appeared he needed to say what he had to as soon as possible.

"Run with me." Criston blurted out. "Let's go to Esos, take life from scratches, build a home together." And before you had a chance to comprehend his words, he detangled your hands from him and placed a gift in your palms.

Cinnamon and oranges. Everlasting divine (as poets sing love is) and loyalty. A teary smile played on your lips, trying to conceal sobs of gratefulness. "You remembered."

Once, in another lifetime, it seemed like, you had told Ser Cole jewels or gowns did not move you. But sincere and thoughtful gifts that carry meaning did. You used to read him from herbology books the little legends scribbled on the edges of the pages. Another poetic soul has written what knowledge cannot suffice: the meaning and symbols behind each herb, plant and tree described.

"How can I forget when it's you that have spoken it?"

You bit your lip. The decision was clear as day in your mind. A plan even forming to offer Criston in case his would be ruined somehow. But you felt a pang of guilt clawing in your heart. Your sister was getting married to someone she didn't love. She would cheat with Daemon and become queen all on her own. How selfish could you be to leave Rhaenyra?

"Criston, I'm not sure I can. My sister..."

"Knows."

"What?"

"She, uh, she suspected we spent the night together since the brothel. I guess she trully can read you. She said it was obvious you liked me. And gave us her blessing. We can't be together here, but in Esos..."

"Yes!" You all but shouted. "Yes, yes, yes! Take me, Criston Cole. Take me far away and wed me to you. Give me your love. You have mine."

The knight huffed balls of incredulous laugh after laugh. When he finally convinced he heard you right, Criston sqeezed your cheeks in his hands and devoured your moutg. You returned the kiss with the same passionate eagerness.

"I thought we can take Attor with us. Flying will be easier. And faster. Then hide him in the mountains near a small village. A city, or even a town would be too risky."

You nodded at everything he said, only half listening. All you cared about was build a home with him. The how or where mattered too little.

"Before we go," you stopped him when he twisted the door's handle, "there's something you need to know." One deep breath and: "I'm pregnant. Yours." You added quickly, pushing the words into each other as you spoke hurriedly.

A variety of emitions passed over his face in such a short time, you thought you imagined it: shock, pain, anger, fear, disbelief. Only to settle on the purest felicity you have ever seen.

Criston picked you up and twirled you around (as much as the room allowed), dropping to his knees in front of you and taking your stomach in his hands. With a look of reverence in his eyes, Ser Cole touched his forehead to it. "Hello, little one. I'm your father, if you can imagine something like this. So wonderful," he said, kissing the barely showing bump.

Your hands tucked at his hair, sniffing a watery eyed laugh. In no time, you were on Attor's back, flying towards Esos, towards a future you never dare hope to have, hands locked with your knight, the love of your life, laced together on top of your growing baby.

#ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader #ser criston cole #ser criston #criston cole #my fic writing #my fic ideas #my fic #my words #my wriitng #my writing

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callsignaries · 2 years

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Surprise kisses

welp i wrote, it’s small and not at all how i thought it was going to go but phoenix is a force of her own and took over a bit

word count: 690, sorta proof read

summary: tired reader throws out a few kisses after accidentally kissing rooster in-front of team that doesn’t know their dating

established rooster x reader, implied rooster x reader x phoenix, phoenix x reader

pilot!reader, call sign: Blaze

warnings: none? i’m not really sure but let me know if there is any i need to tag, kissing, implied poly, technically secret relationship

is technically gender neutral i believe(?), as no pronouns mentioned, but is implied reader is female or at least afab (assigned female at birth)

Since the success of the miracle mission the Dagger team has become a permanent squadron stationed comfortably right there in Miramar, and with tomorrow off you all enjoy the night as is now tradition, with plenty of alcohol and games at Mav’s but you’re exhausted and ready to head out.

As you go to leave you lean over Rooster, your tired brain not stopping you from giving him a quick kiss bye only to jolt and realize your mistake as you pull back. You’ve been dating for a while, well before the mission ever came up, on and off over the years over different stations in your life, only you haven’t told your current team.

But you’re a pilot whose job is literally to think on the fly so you take a step towards Bob who is sitting next to him, also leaning to give him a kiss. You bring your hand to his chin so it’s easier to direct your lips to land just on the corner of his mouth not wanting to make him uncomfortable. His face flushes lightly but the soft spot he has for you shines in the twinkle in his eyes so you know you’re fine and then you’re moving on. This time to Phoenix knowing the uproar will be enough distraction.

She’s caught on though, the only one who knows about you and Bradley as she’s often joined the two of you not just in bed but life. She smirks at you as you lean in, her hand coming to the back of your neck, fingers sliding in your hair and catching as she pulls you closer, your hand finding her hip. It’s not the first time you and her have kissed, definitely won’t be the last either if you keep getting your way. She leaves you breathless, giving small pecks as you fully pull away.

“Bye honey” she whispers with the smirk still lingering on her lips and you’re dazed until an indigent group of yells from the men gathered behind you breaks you out of it.

You turn around meeting the eyes of the rest of the team, it’s a gamble of who will actually say something but it’s Payback who speaks first.

“That was hot Blaze, seems you and Phoenix live up to your call signs” his eyebrows wiggling at the both of you and causing you to laugh.

“Do the rest of us get a taste too, Blaze?” Hangman speaks next, smirk wide, toothpick at the corner of his mouth.

And as anyone does when dealing with the level of cocky that Hangman is, you smirk back and saunter up to him, stopping just inches from him, face tilted up as he peers down, his arms crossed against his chest. You trail your fingers lightly over his forearms on display.

“Not sure you could handle one, Hangman” the words slipping from your mouth in a purr, eyes dark, and you back up as you catch his eyes flickering to your lips, before they raise meeting yours again with a wink.

Figuring you’ve done enough damage, caused enough uproar, you give a lazy two finger salute taking a few steps backwards before turning and walking out the door not bothering to address anyone else.

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It’s much later and you’re already in one of Bradley’s old t-shirts curled in the middle of the bed lightly dozing when you feel both sides of the bed dip, not that you’re surprised.

“Hey sweetheart” that’s Bradley

“Hi Roo” your tone is soft as you feel him curl around you from behind, arm sliding across your waist, his fingers stretched out grazing Natasha’s own as she faces you. You reach your own arm out, fingers finding her’s and tangling them together as she moves to kiss your wrist before holding your intertwined hands close to her heart.

“Hi honey, I’m glad you’re here”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be honey”

Her eyes are bright as they stare into yours and you know she tells the truth. With that you drift off into a full sleep with your boyfriend and the girl you love just as much.

let me know what you think! i’m normally just the person with ideas not the writer but there’s something about top gun that makes me want to try

main masterlist // rooster masterlist // phoenix masterlist // top gun masterlist

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace x reader #phoenix x reader #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #top gun maverick fic #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster x phoenix #rooster x reader #natasha phoenix trace #top gun imagine #top gun x reader #secret relationship #no you will not be answering questions

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for COD? If you’re not taking these please just delete this, ty.

I use they/he pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc. chill days I settle for dark street wear. ) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, ghost hunting, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it. though if I’m right a become a petty bitch..and quite honestly I’m vengeful to anyone who’s really wronged me. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own a herd of four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Wednesday Addams" which I find funny too (if not a little annoying at the wrong times).

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types of people mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, london after midnight, type o negative, deftones, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes melanie martinez , insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory or shower thoughts I have. I also like to play D&D with my friends when I can, it’s super fun. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor, and in the future I have a dream of being a theatrical actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental issues like asd, insomnia, depression and anxiety; plus chronic conditions like asthma and fibromyalgia. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

If you dont like the match, you can pick who you want ^^; hope I did alright

🤔I match you with...

Keegan P Russ.

I think Keegan would be a match for you

At first you both were quiet

Until you warmed up to each other

Loves your witty banter

He'll do anything or say anything just to be able to be around you

What may seem OOC/weird for Keegan is just him trying to get to know you more

He'll act differently around you than with anyone else

He's warmer and more responsive

If you're daydreaming, and if it looks like/you are staring, he'd tease you bit

"Enjoy the view?"

You'd know when he's smiling

His laughs, or even just the sound of his voice would make your heart pound

When he starts having thoughts about you a lot, he'll be flirty with you...

...hoping you'd flirt back

If he visits you when he's off duty, he wouldn't really expect you to have anything "soft"

He notices that you like 'comfy' stuff so expect to get more soft plushies and blankets as gifts... for now

Keegan will tell you that your size is perfect when you complain about your height

Will give you hugs and cuddles

He loves having you in his arms

Nicknames you his own personal teddybear/pillow/any other cute soft name

Loves having his arms around you

Tells you you're perfect

He supports your dreams of being a theatrical actor

He honestly believes that you are really talented and that you will achieve that goal

Is protective of you

During any stressful situations or episodes, he wants to be there for you, to help you through it

Wants you to know that you're not and never will be a burden

"If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't be here"

"Please don't hesitate to call me for anything"

He will do anything for you

I think Keegan's love gifts would be acts of service

Help you wash dishes? Yes

Cook a homemade meal for you while you rest for a bit? Yes

He'll even run a bath for you to help you relax

Along with hugs, he will give you kisses, on top of your head, all over your face...

He just thinks you're so adorable

"... maybe I was right calling you *insert cute plushie name*"

Soon, the word 'care' will turn into 'love'...

He doesn't care what happens, you're everything to him, his world

#ask #request #matchup #match up #cod imagine #cod ghosts #call of duty: ghosts #keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keeganxreader #call of duty

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chuuyasfanboy · 5 months

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for genshin? With possible nsfw headcanons if you’re feelin sassy, up to you.

I use they/he pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, ghost hunting, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, london after midnight, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes melanie martinez , insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory or shower thoughts I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like asd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

I match you with Albedo!

Random little note before. I think we're both Taurus's and infj's (or I'm smthn like that) which is so funny LMAO

This was SUPER FUN people request more matchups!!!

He definitely doesnt believe with your nihilistic views, he thinks absolutely everything has a meaning and a science behind it. But he does agree with you in a sense that those meanings aren't very traditional. As mentioned before, he's an avid believer that there's science in everything, that includes destiny, life, and anything similar. Even the most minute things hold something worth inspecting further to him.

Thankfully for you, he's not too much taller, so he does not bully you about your height! Even if he was a giant, I really don't think he'd care all the much enough for it to bother him. The worst he does is offer you his little geo flower to stand on when you're struggling to reach for something. And while it is embarassing, it IS also very helpful. You win some you lose some.

Albedo has a certain fixation on your fashion that he cant really place, something about how alternatively you dress really attracts interests him. He thinks its a very nice show of individuality. He definitely wouldn't wear anything like that, though, no matter if you beg or not. He thinks its impractical, and he wouldnt want to get the expensive fabrics dirty during his experiments. Hair dye, though? It's on the table, you may get to see black/purple/rainbow haired Albedo, take your pick.

He's not very offput by your interest in death, even though he has more of an interest in the opposite. It's a crucial part to the cycle of life he's so obsessed with studying, and you're his go-to when he has any questions. Likely being immortal or long-living as he is, he has a hard time really wrapping his head around the concept of just- not existing. I think specifically your Vulture Culture would be a good way for him to think about that in the scientific way he desires. He finds it to be such a respectful way of presrving things, similar to paintings or photos. He may ask you to teach him at some point, but at first he's just content with watching. He may even sketch it when you finish!

Your humor is insulted, and while he can't exactly reciprocate it the same way you do, he definitely isnt offended by it. Albedo isnt always in on joking, but the few times he does crack out something, its brutal and VERY funny. Reference those poor Paimon jokes. He definitely likes your humor, though, he likes all humor. Just look at how well he handled Cyno. He can handle you too! You two can be brutally honest and socially inept together <3

This is where the first issue crops up. If you really dislike kids, then Albedo really just has to hope for the best when introducing you to Klee. She's a NIGHTMARE to deal with, and he'd never leave you alone with her (or anyone), but he does hope you two can at least get along. If worst comes to worse, he just does his best to keep you away from her shenanigens. If you do, somehow, enjoy her though? He's over the moon, even if its not very obvious.

A lot of 'dates' are really just the two of you cooped up in his Dragonspine camp, settled next to a fire and drawing in complete silence. He finds it comforting that neither of you need to speak to be entertained. Being the obvious autistic he is, he asks you to body double him a lot like this, Whether he's drawing, researching, or graphing down results, he's always working best when you're nearby. Hr doesnt really have any dedicated music he likes, so he tends to just let you play whatever you'd like during these times. If you watch close, you can catch him tapping his pen to the beat!

On the topic of your plush obsession, he definitely doesnt follow, but he thinks its rather cute. The first night you two got stuck in a snowstorm and you were left without your blanket, he felt so bad. So, he resolved himself to stay awake the whole night with you. Thankfully, all of the winds cleared up by early morning, and the two of you were able to get back to Mondstadt before anybody worried. He settled you down in your home and made sure you warmed up properly afterwards.

Albedo has no problems with your stimming or any anxiety attacks or the like. In fact, he stims pretty often himself (as mentioned before, he's definitely autistic). He finds himself picking up some of your habits only weeks after meeting, and thats how he knows youre someone he wants to keep tabs on. If an asthma attack hits, he's careful to calm you down and find your inhaler. And once he starts spending more time with you, he asks to keep a backup on him just in case you may need it. Long nights in insomnia, he's happy to be by your side and stay awake, scribbling away.

Before any nsfw, I wanna just note down a few more little romantic headcanons! You're defnitely his muse. When he's not drawing the strangest creatures or swapping experimental interests like wild, his warmups always include you. Doodles of you in the corners of his personal notes, his sketchbook full of detailed scenes of you playing in the snow, he's smitten. At some point, probably after asking you to move in or vice versa, he'd develop a sudden interest in exotic pets, and would ask you to get one with him. It's great, but now you have that and Klee to manage. He's happy to do the work, always good at keeping the crazies under control!

Finally what you've (probably) been waiting for! I'll keep this part short cuz its totally awkward writing nsfw about someone i dont know LMAO-

Albedo is definitely one to try anyhting you'd like. I dont think he'd take any particular interest or dislike in your masochism, but he's happy to bite and bruise if that's what gets you going. I think he's far more interested in your reaction to these things. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, tensing around him when he runs his nails down your spine. He's almost tempted to document every single sound, if he wasnt afraid somebody would find them and be traumatized by the detail.

You've definitely caught him in the progress of painting you in.. particular ways; likely after you wake up from a session. He has fairly decent aftercare, but he really only cleans you up and tucks you in before he's right back to work. You should probably get him to stop that-

And I know you totally only said genshin but I'm in the bsd mood so I'm giving you a short little extra at the end to take out my fixations on! Enjoy, even if you have no clue what bsd is!!!

I'm also gonna give you a quick match with Akutagawa!

Your aesthetics already match so well, but he dresses more victorian gothic than anything. And he definitely shares your nihilism and weird interests. He spends quite a bit of time indulging you in your ghost hunting, watching shitty old slasher movies and pretending like he's not scared of the analog horror. He's also got a shitty habit of scaring people off, but he's moreso just straight up rude rather than snarky. I don't think he's ever even cracked a joke on purpose, really.

He's definitely the "they asked for no pickles!" guy for you. Except instead of yelling he's just impaling the poor McDonalds worker with Rashoumon. SPEAKING OF! You TOTALLY love Rashoumon, it's basically his little built in dog. He treats it like one too!

Alrighty, that's enough of the extras, enjoy your matchup and have a good time with your emo bfs <3

#x reader #requests open #albedo x reader #albedo x reader smut #matchup #matchups #matchups open #x reader smut #smut #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #gave you a little extra matchup to quell my bsd brainrot<3

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nestasgalpal · 2 years

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Not even his Ch. 4 [Nessian smut]

Nesta’s Galpal Masterlist | A03

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

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Chaos reigned in every hallway they walked through. The inside of the castle was a fuss of servants carrying even more candles to the gardens, silverware rattling inside big baskets as they transported to the dinning hall all the items needed for the banquet. Maidens run up and down the stairs, big lumps of fabric in their arms that could have been linens for the table, dresses for their ladies or even bedsheets that still hadn't been put in the guests' bedrooms for the night.

The mayhem in the service's hallways was so out of control, nobody had time to be curious as to why the General of the armies and the Captain of the city guard were pacing through them all the way to the Princess' wing of the castle.

If he forced himself to remember, Cassian was almost certain he had walked past the big door belonging to Nesta's chambers a few times during his years living in this castle. Back then when he had been just a boy accompanying his predecessor to the council meetings. Five years younger than him, Nesta had been barely a girl. More like a spoiled rotten child, or so the General used to say. A famously uptight Princess, proud and never bothered with anyone too unimportant to sit at her table.

There were two guards, one on each side of the wooden door.

"Rest", Azriel said. The men put their swords down almost with relief. "You may leave. The General and I will escort the Princess once she is ready. Go to the dining hall and make sure nobody except the designated staff comes in to make the needed arrangements. No one is to touch the chalices, ¿understand? And escort the maidens out once the tables are set." Azriel's voice was so steady and lacking any trace of emotion that nobody could have guessed he was making the orders up on the spot. His words seemed beyond question. "Not a soul is to go back inside once it is ready, and until you are told otherwise."

The men saluted. "Yes, sir".

With that, they left, leaving the Princess' door unguarded. "I don't like how easy that was." Cassian said. "Nesta should be guarded by people with half a brain, not puppets."

Azriel rolled his eyes. "Not now, Cass."

The Captain knocked on the door. Three taps, a long pause, then four, and then another two. Like a secret combination. Cassian glared at his friend discretely, a question in his eyes. When the redhead maiden opened the door, a grin tugged Casian's lips up in a half smile. Who is this?

Azriel only rolled his eyes again. Not now, Cass.

As if they had known each other forever and showing absolutely no respect for his rank, the maiden asked promptly. "What?"

"I need a favor." Cassian stood there, trying to read the answers to all the questions that popped in his head as his friend and this young woman ignored him entirely.

"Absolutely not. I don't have time to help you today. ¡We have a royal wedding about to happen and an unprepared bride to get dressed for it!"

She was wearing the garb of the Princess' maidens. Just knowing Nesta was on the other side of that door had Cassian's heart thundering in his chest.

"It's today or never. Ask the Princess." Az pointed at him. As always, his movements were fast and discreet, avoiding the attention of those servants still passing by.

That's when the redhead noticed Cassian for the first time. He was taller than Azriel, broader too, and standing right in front of her. How she could have been so uninterested in him, she simply didn't detect his presence, was beyond him. But he didn't have time to care about this girl now either.

"Please, let the Princess know I'm here. I'm General Cas..."

"I know who you are." She cut him half sentence. Her eyes examined him, up and down and with suspicion. "One moment." And with that, she disappeared behind the door, slamming it shut.

"Don't ask." Azriel warned Cassian before he had the chance to even think about it.

"I wasn't going to." He half-lied. He was absolutely going to question him later.

Not giving them time to go into a deeper conversation, the door was opened again. "Come inside. Quickly." She ordered, again, forgetting to show any respect for their positions above hers.

A room with a small table in the middle and probably thousands of books hiding the stone walls from the view greeted them. There were two more doors, but only one of them was open. Cassian got a glimpse of two sofas and a chimney hiding behind the wooden panel. The other one was opened right then, barely a crack wide enough to allow a second maiden to get out.

She did mark Cassian's presence immediately. More even, she studied him, and made no effort to conceal her scrutiny. She must have reached a verdict, because a "hmm" escaped her lips. Her hair was thick and black.

When she spoke, Cassian realized they had met before. She was younger than him, and after all these years her features had changed so much, Cassian hadn't noticed at first. But she came from the same village he and Azriel did. She had been the girl in the caravan... Emerie. But hadn't she...?

"You have half an hour." Emerie said, almost in a hurry. "And I want her dressed when we come back." It came out as a threat, somehow.

Taking an hourglass from one of the bookshelves, she turned it and put it over the table, starting the countdown right on that moment. By his side, Gwyn took Azriel's arm, and he let her steer him, Emerie following right behind, to the room with the sofas.

This time, Cassian got a full view of the space. And of the chimney, as the three figures neared it. One of the candlesticks was pulled, and next thing he knew, the three of them had disappeared behind it, swallowed into a passageway.

Not having it in him to care about that right now, Cassian then turned his attention towards the still closed door, knowing with every fiber of his body that Nesta was behind it. He looked back to the entrance of the Princess's chambers, now unguarded from outside. There was a tension in the air, that emanated from the knowledge of how illicit what they were doing was. How wrong and dangerous, in case they got caught.

But most importantly, Cassian felt the sensation of something pulling him toward Nesta as if it was almost a physical thing. Like a string tugging from him to approach. Urging him.

He could hear that damned metallic clinc as she walked towards the same door from the other side.

Hypnotized by the sound that still haunted him and sparked a small fire inside his chest in equal parts, for it meant Nesta was there, Cassian's feet moved with a will of their own. His hand touched the knob, almost scared. Twisted, and pushed.

And there she was.

Glorious, the afternoon sun illuminating her from behind, Nesta Archeron was at the verge of tears and within arm's reach. Cassian halted, starstruck, certain he must drop an anchor so time couldn't move onwards.

Nesta, as he became paralyzed, took the lead and shortened the distance, jumping into his arms.

"Cassian."

Instead of satiating his needs, the touch whet his appetite for her.

He took Nesta into his embrace, wrapping her in his arms and holding her tight against him.

"Nes" He whispered. "We don't have much time."

"I didn't know if you would come." Her words were muffled by the fabric of his cape hanging from his shoulder, where her head was nestled. "I've been waiting for you."

The extent of how different their lives were had never truly sunk in until recently for him. She was the Princess, the future Queen. He was beneath her, yet had so much more freedom, he could have stormed into her chambers at whatever time today, whilst Nesta hadn't been allowed to move from them.

So much, yet so little power.

He had been an idiot. He definitely felt like one, seeing who's life was really in shackles. Even now, just by being here together, she was risking so much more.

Nesta let go of him and walked towards the vanity next to the window. The General took the opportunity to look around and see her berdoom. It was huge and beautifully decorated.

"I came to say goodbye. This time forever."

From afar, she nodded, her face serious and determined. Which hurt, but also made him proud. Her voice was soft when she spoke. As if she feared Cassian would break down if she was only a pinch sharp.

He may.

"Once I'm married, I won't be unfaithful to him. I can't."

Cassian already knew that. Nesta had never said the words, but he had always known. Morals, duty, expectations. All the unbending rules that had shaped her growing up were engraved too deeply inside the Princess for her to ever treason them. Not even for herself would she betray what in her eyes were the canons of life itself.

This was it was him chortening the distance and putting a loose hair behind her ear.

"I won't ask that of you. Ever." He leaned in. Nesta cupped his face with both hands, and Cassian closed his eyes at the touch. She didn't, though. The General could feel her icy pupils fixed on him. She was thinking, although both knew there was no way out of this. "Would it make it any easier if I went away?" He asked.

There were options in that sense. He was supposed to stay here to help the kingdom transition into a new period of peace, help all the men and women who had been recruited go back to what their lives had been before every pair of hands was required to join his army.

But after tracing the plan with the council, he needn't stay. He could go back to Kyrlan Fort, and make things happen from there. Cassian had a chance to leave this place behind, and even if he right now hated the idea, he also knew about the power of distance. And he would rather help Nesta than indulge himself, so the call was hers entirely.

If Nesta needed him to disappear, he could. Easily.

Opening his eyes to meet hers, Cassian waited for her answer. She was smiling faintly.

"That won't do." She said. Her fingers caressed his face. "I like to think there is too much of me in you, and too much of you in me, that no amount of distance that we put between us will ever make us vanish from each other's mind. I know it is like that for me, at least. You could travel to the end of the world, Cassian, you could vanish for a thousand years, and I still wouldn't stop loving you with every bone in my body."

Cassian silenced her with a kiss. He ended the conversation, for it was not needed. He knew where her feelings were, and she knew about his. They didn't have to waste more time with the talking. Nesta put her arms up and around his neck, pulling him closer, as if it was even possible.

Into that kiss, they channeled all their worries, and used them to fan the flames of their lust.

His hands quickly found their way to her dress, dragging the silky fabric up and over her head. Under that, she was wearing the most tantalizing lingerie he had ever seen. Truth be told, Cassian hadn't seen much, but the look of the bodice and bottoms, the garter belt... Nesta was exquisite.

Nesta copied him and reached for his belt.

"No." He stopped her hand and brushed it with his thumb in reassuring circles. "Let me do this for you."

She pouted, "I want you."

He believed her.

"You've got me, Nes." Cassian planted a path of kisses on her stomach as he kneeled, then looked up at her and squeezed her hand. "I will be yours forever. Even when you don't want me anymore, I will still belong to you."

His lips travelled all the way from her navel to the hem of her underclothes. It was followed by a series of sighs coming from her. Cassian let go of her hand and gripped instead her hip to steady her body in front of him. His teeth bit down on the fabric and tugged.

Cassian's breath brushed her cold skin and made her burn with desire. His grunt reached her ears, exciting her further. With his mouth, he pulled the piece of clothing down. When it hit the floor, Cassian still didn't use his hands. Instead, his mouth went straight for her core, tongue flat against her sensitive skin as he parted her folds with it and delighted himself in her sweetness.

Only that and nothing else in the world could satisfy his seething desire of Nesta.

From the floor, Cassian took the discarded piece of clothing, and looking up straight into her eyes, he showed her his hand. When Nesta realized what he was holding, her eyes widened. He put the underwear into his back pocket.

"I'm keeping this."

"Let me kiss you." She pleaded, out of breath.

But there was no time for that. Grain after grain, the sand fell, making the passage of their last encounter.

Cassian stroked her with his tongue to get it where he really wanted it. Almost roughly, he used both hands to push her thighs apart and place them over his shoulders.

"Ohh" Her excitement matched the surprise in her whimper. Her ass came to rest on top of the vanity, and her elbows on the wood as she leaned back had to help her stabilize herself.

Each stroke of Cassian's tongue shook her to the core. He licked and suck until Nesta was nothing but a quivering mess. The only reason she didn't fall when her legs started to tremble due to his ministrations was Cassian's hand back on her hips holding her in place -in place for him to devour.

Cassian didn't know if her moans of pleasure were loud enough to be heard outside the room, but they pierced his ears, demanding his full attention. As his tongue drew circles around her most sensitive spot, right on the apex of her legs, he truly felt so lost in the pleasure he believed the moment would last forever if only he refused to part with her.

She dug her nails on his fabric-clad shoulder, desperate to grip something. Anything. Nesta's thighs clenched at the sides of Cassian's head as she neared her climax. Her throat was sore, her voice breathy, when she screamed his name, and the world stopped spinning for them.

Only when Nesta fully climbed down of her orgasm did Cassian prie himself out from between her thighs. He was panting too, his cock hard as ever, his heart pounding.

The room still swirled around them. Both were exhausted but also genuinely happy. Still catching her breath, Nesta couldn't erase the wide smile on her lips, and neither did him. Cassian planted small kisses on the inside of her thighs, delicately letting go of her legs.

"I love you" She murmured.

Coming here had been the right decision and worth the risk just for those words. If they were to part ways, this is how their final time together ought to be: with both of them smiling like puppies, too full of lust for each other to move, and giving their hearts the chance to speak. Both of them.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He winked. "Now let's get you dressed."

The royal orchestra started playing, and this time the familiar sound of the wedding march didn't sting as badly. The groom's entrance came first. The young Lord walked down the isle in a perfectly tailored set of pants and doublet with his family's coat of arms embroidered over his heart.

Cassian had never seen Lord Balthazar before, for the man or his family had never been part of the war council... or the Crown's council, at that. Until not so long ago, this man had been an unfamiliar name, barely mentioned by anyone.

Standing in the first line of seats as he finally made it to the altar, Cassian found comfort in realizing this was the most unremarkable man he could have imagined. Balthazar was tall, but not as much as the General. His build was broad enough that you could refer to him as a fit man, but nothing more. His muscles were for show, since he would never need to use them. He was good-looking, sure. Cassian could give him that. But he would never be describes as handsome by anyone, not even by the eldest ladies in his grandmother's inner circle, now that he would finally be wed. No-one to convince of their protegee's good qualities by slightly exaggerating them.

There was absolutely nothing interesting or important to know about Lord Balthazar, beyond the fact that he could fill every room in this castle with gold and jewels.

With some delay, the sting of jealousy finally pinched his heart. The young Lord was absolutely unremarkable, yet he was the one standing on the altar, waiting for Nesta to arrive.

And when she did, she looked stunning. The rays of sunshine as the golden hour hit stole gilded highlights from her hair and made the crystals in the dress shimmer like stars. The entire crowd let out marveled expressions, a chance Cassian took to do so himself. He sighed at the view of her. She deserved nothing less than the entire city worshiping her.

He followed her figure as she joined her soon-to-be husband up there in the platform. Her family was on her side of the altar, standing now behind her so they didn't block de view to the hundreds of spectators. The Queen and King were the closest to their daughter, then the two princesess, and finally, next to the youngest, the Queen's pupil, Rhysand, who Cassian knew well. They were all in awe.

"She will be a phenomenal Queen." He told Azriel under his breath. His friend agreed with a faint movement of his head.

Next to the princess, he realized a second too late, the Queen was looking at Cassian right in the eye, as if warning him not to make anything he would later regret. But Cassian wouldn't have been himself if he hadn't been just a little bit stupid.

Discretely enough that only the Queen, her eyes already fixed on him, would notice, Cassian put the back of his hand to his lips, and wiped his mouth.

A glimpse of horror shone in her pale blue eyes, mixed with the last rays of sunshine as the sun finally set, and illuminated by thousands of candles, the ceremony began.

#nessian #nessian fic #nessian fanfic #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #nesta #nesta acotar #cassian #cassian acotar #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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heya bestie, guess who's back 💅✨

I love your writing and also I just love your blog, you're a delight 🥰💖💕 the last request was delicious!! I didn't expect a modern au, but it was so good!!! now to sending you 20 requests!! 1/20

I was wondering if I could get a cute milk chocolate pain au chocolat and dulce de leche roll with marshmallow whipped cream? for our husband Trafalgar Law, please?

hiiii angel 🥰️ty, ty! i didn't expect to write a modern au either lmaooo it just happened out of nowhere. but yes, i have finally done the first request and i promise law is mostly nice <3

1.1k words, gn reader (no pronouns), sfw, 18+, mdni; fluff and maybe a sliver of angst (im sry, im sry) but not rly. it's relatively tame if i'm honest! but as you know, i love law and i love putting him in difficult situations

amidst the dark sleepy waters, tucked far enough away to avoid detection from large sea creatures, the polar tang coasts quietly, cruising uninterrupted while en route to another island. it’s out of habit that you’re up late, reading by a dwindling light, fatigue prancing along your eyelids, making them unbearably heavy. a hand on your shoulder jolts you awake, back ramrod straight as you blink your sleepiness away. a yawn timidly drifts out of your mouth — soft and airy — cute, even, law wants to say, but pulls his hand back instead, hoping to shake off the impulse.

“you should sleep properly in a bed, y/n.” while his voice is low enough to not wake your crew mates, it’s still loud enough to jumpstart your heart — the beats heavy, relentless, nauseating — you shift on the desk chair in his office, looking over your shoulder at him, a sleepy smile climbing onto your lips.

“hello to you too, captain,” you give him a two-fingered salute and laugh — the sound surprisingly hypnotic, making him grab a nearby chair to sit on. maybe at this angle, he won’t be so captivated by you; it’s a stretch, but he’s willing to give anything a try.

“don’t deflect,” he chastises, leaning back in the chair as he watches you curiously, leg casually bumping against yours. “just go to sleep. you don’t have to stay up.” he’s not sure when you started, but for months you’ve been getting less sleep — and you refuse every remedy he’s given you. not wanting to intrude, but also finding it stifling to keep his inquisitive mind quiet whenever he sees you, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs at you.

“who will stay up with you, then?” you massage the back of your neck with your hand, lashes fluttering as another yawn floats away from you. frowning at your answer, he tilts his head, trying to figure out if there’s a deeper meaning to your words. you notice that he has that look on his face, the one where he’s lost in thought and piecing together obscure mysteries. this time, however, the mystery in question is you.

his curiosity, he reasons, must be the force driving him to stare at you for as long as he has. it must also be the fault of his curiosity for committing the shape of your lips and the angle of your jaw to memory. there’s no other justification, none that make sense to him right now; he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, when he opens his eyes again, you’re looking at him like he has all the answers in the world.

“i, uh…” he clears his throat and the top of his ears flush; he needs to get it together. “don’t need anyone to keep me company, really.” he’s a solitary creature by nature, but that’s not exactly why you insist on staying up with him.

“someone needs to make sure you don’t burn yourself out,” you say carefully, stretching your arms over your head a series of soft pops echoing around you. he’s right, you should consider sleeping in a bed; your back can only take so many hours in that position. “besides, everyone else is too afraid to volunteer because you’re grumpy when you’re tired.” the words pour out of you unfiltered, a consequence of your fatigue, you suppose, not bothering to recant even as he stares at you incredulously.

mumbling under his breath, words mostly incoherent, save for the several times he said cowards, law sighs again and runs a hand down his face.

your laughter at his distress only serves to fluster him even more. “oh, goodness, it’s really not a big deal, law.” you grin cheekily at him, thoroughly enjoying the way law tries to get a hold of his emotions. you decide to tease him a bit more. “want to play a game? it’s really ease, i promise.” your innocence is a farce and he knows that, but he can’t help but feel obliged to indulge you.

“go on,” he prompts, folding his arms against his chest, his hawkish gaze nearly incapacitating you, “what’s the game?”

rummaging through your bag, you pull out a deck of cards, neatly organized in its box. law narrows his eyes at that, internally debating over whether he should actually play with you or not. a newfound burst of energy seeps into your veins, makes you a bit more alert as you pull out the cards. “let me explain the rules…” you take a moment to give him a rundown of the game, even going so far as to having a trial match in order to make things fair.

although, he fusses and tells you repeatedly that he doesn’t need a demonstration. but, as always, you insist and instead of denying you, he gives in without hesitation. it’s pathetic of him, he knows, he knows, but he can’t help it. not when it comes to you. he tells you, quite seriously, that he has no intention of losing — especially after hearing what the penalty is — and you smiled impishly before shuffling the cards.

a few minutes later, law is still in disbelief. “there’s no way,” he says sharply, almost as if he’s blaming you for his loss, “you cheated.” somehow. he wasn’t sure just yet, but that must be the reason, right? it’s almost eerie how easy it is for you to tease law like this, so you stand firm on your position.

“nope. i won fairly, now time to pay up.”

after several minutes of setting up, music drifts around the room, a soft instrumental melody — one of your favorite songs — you hum along and reach a hand out for him to take it. he’s hesitant but takes your hand regardless, the warmth from your skin melting away his nerves. you like this side of him — the vulnerability that comes with his uncertainty — and even tell him as much when you spin around the room with him. your steps are practiced, somewhat graceful while his are honest but clumsy. so, when he stumbles for the fourth time, you can barely contain your laughter because he’s being impossibly him right now.

annoyance prickles along his skin and he pulls away from you, he’d rather not deal with anymore embarrassment for the night if he can help it. it dawns on you that there’s a possibility that he might think you’re really laughing at him, so you rush after him. “wait, wait,” you huff, colliding with his back but still managing to wrap your arms around him. “i’m not laughing at you, honestly.” your cheek rubs against the soft fabric of his shirt. “just…stop running. for once, please?” you feel him exhale deeply, but he doesn’t pull you off of him.

“okay, fine.” he’ll surely regret this in the morning. “but only one more time, after that you’re going to bed.”

#fic request #ty for being so patient but i finally started ur requests <3 #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #milestone event #500+ followers event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #trafalgar law #trafalgar law fluff #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #law x y/n #law x reader #law fluff #law is emotionally constipated 24/7 #ottersdeservelove

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duhgutter · 4 months

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for scott pilgrim? if you’re feeling sassy maybe a character from the John doe, frost bite, sunny day jack, etc type games (does it even have a genre aside from horror/Yandere visual novels? Lmao)

I use they/he pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

that was certainly fun to read. ur a rlly cool dude. ANYWAYS MATCHUP TIME

ok so for the scott pilgrim matchup I narrowed it down to kim and ramona then eventually settled on ramona. both of you are more introverted so I see that well, as well as the more alternative semi similar styles that you have in common (both stealing each others clothes/accessories.) she’s not really sensitive either, so coming off as rude or sarcastic wouldn’t bother her, she’s kinda similar so she’d probably joke the same way too. basically twinflame uhhh match made.

now for the horror/yandere visual novels I’m thinking peter. I feel like you’d stand out to him because of your style (considering his old goth phase) and another thing that kinda stood out to me is your mbti which is infj and the same as the y/n in the game lol. other than that even though you can be seen as intimidating and brutal, he’s a literal slasher and confirmed masochist so I’d say match made.

also extra but you i totally recommend ‘The Loverman Killer’ it’s a short web comic kinda series that kinda lines up w your interests and it’s made by mortis fox.

#matchup #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #your boyfriend #peter king #peter king x reader #peter x reader #ramona flowers #ramona flowers x reader

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acupwithdirtinside · 9 months

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greetings and salutations to anyone reading this!

this is an introductory post, so if you are not interested, then please scroll past and enjoy the rest of your morning/day/afternoon/night, please and thank you!

you can call me Moss!

I am a minor, I am neurodivergent, and I usually use they/them pronouns!

this is my first time posting stuff on a blog, please be nice to me, I just want to be a funky silly little guy (gender neutral) on the internet.

I will be posting content of some cool things that I like very much, i can’t list off all of the things because there are lots and lots of cool things to talk about, but here’s a few to get started:

-stranger things.

-what we do in the shadows.

-good omens.

-our flag means death.

-heartstopper.

-moral Orel.

-salad fingers.

-south park.

-don’t hug me I’m scared.

-bugbo.

-welcome home.

-the walten files.

-the mandela catalogue.

-music.

-the autism/tbh/yipeeee creature.

-LGBTQ+ content.

I can’t really honestly be bothered to list off every type of person who I wouldn’t want to interact with, so to sum it up, do not interact with me if you are bigot or if you post/plan on posting any sexual content, we’re all trying to be funky silly little guys (gender neutral) here.

I might possibly make art and post it on here sometimes, but I’m not very good at it.

have a nice morning/day/afternoon/night, please and thank you.

p.s. please ignore that fact that I don’t use capital letters, it’s a typing habit of mine, thank you.

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alyshiba · 1 year

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Fire and Blood - 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Hi all, I do not have much to say this time.. just thanks to all who keep reading (:

A/N: who else, like me, felt we weren’t given enough Oberyn screen time in GoT ?

Warnings: Mentions of killing people, graphic description of sex.

When he reached the chambers prepared for him, dawn was breaking. The trip to the Archon’s palace had been eerily quiet, nobody dared talk after the horrors of the docks, Aegon was glad for it.

He was closing the door behind him when he felt it being pushed open. Quickly he turned and got his hand on the pommel of Blackfire, ready to defend himself, <<a long sword is a bad choice in close quarters>> spoke the amused voice of Oberyn. He walked in the solar, closed the door, and went to accommodate himself on the couch by the windows.

The dornish prince made himself comfortable, poured two glasses of red wine, grabbed one and signaled for Aegon to join him. <<It is not dornish wine, but we will make do>> Said the prince, the dragonlord didn’t move at first, trying to decipher the other’s intention, <> joked the dornishman. <<If you were, Balerion would have already burned the entire palace to the ground. And the city, for good measure>> Reasoned Aegon, he knew Balerion too well. It was true that for many years he chose to ignore his dragon’s nature, after all that creature had been bred all of those centuries ago for the only purpose of war. He was not like Vhagar, or Meraxes who hatched on Dragonstone and spent their early life flying for fancy or being free to hunt and explore -as dragons should-. Balerion was bred to be a weapon, he was willful and proud, stubborn and quick to anger, and mostly he didn’t take well to be ordered around, that’s why he remained riderless since he settled on dragonstone.

<<Was it your first kill?>> Asked Oberyn, changing his approach. Aegon still didn’t leave his spot, still as a statue. He stared at the dornish, not yet having decided if he trusted him or not. <<When I killed my first men I vomited, right then and there>> Continued the Prince, <<he was a lordling from the stormlands, I never learned his name>> he was now serving himself of the fruits that the servants had placed near the wine. <<Well, I cannot claim those to be my kills>> Reasoned Aegon, he was starting to grow tired, his shoulder hurted from the position he had to be on the saddle, so in the end he decided to sit, <<but you ordered their deaths>> responded the dornishman, <<it had to happen sooner or later. You are the last dragonlord, men will want your head, powerful men. You will kill again>> the young lord knew this was true, men had already come for his head when he was but a babe in his mother’s arms.

<> Confessed Aegon, <> he continued, not able to stop the words, <<but when I heard their screams, and smelt their burning flesh I felt nothing. I only knew it was necessary and had to be done. No regret or guild involved.>> He spoke this last sentence staring at the torches that were placed above the fireplace, enchanted by the movements and the lights of their flame. Oberyn didn’t comment on his confession, and part of Aegon was glad for it. He didn’t know how he felt: his stomach was closed, he didn’t want to be left alone, yet he didn’t want to speak to anyone really. Mostly he felt dirty, he was dirty, and he was sure he stank terribly. <> He simply said after a long silence. At those words Oberyn rose, goblet in hand, saluted and left Aegon with his thoughts.

An hour later he was in the large bathing chambers connected to his quarters, the water was hot, almost to a boil, and Aegon layed slouched in the water with his head and his arms resting on the pool’s coping. His hair was still braided in the way he always did when he flew, he didn’t bother to unbraid them for he wished only to relax his body and mind.

<<Lord?>> A shy female voice called from somewhere to his right, <<Lord, the Archon sent me>> continued the voice, Aegon tried his best to ignore it, he truly wanted a moment of peace and quiet, so he didn’t move from his spot, but the squishing sound of her steps on the pool’s edge was signal that his efforts were for naught. After a long moment he opened his eyes huffing, and then turned his head in the direction from where the voice came.

The girl was indeed a beauty: she wore a dress of pale transparent silk, which revealed her toned body, full breasts, and each curve of her small form. Like most of the Lysene people she had the pale skin, silver hair and violet eyes that they inherited from their valyrian ancestors. Aegon couldn’t decide if she was a concubine, trained to please the wealthiest and most powerful men who wandered Lys, or a true noble of the city. Either way she had been sent to him to keep happy, a gift from an Archon who did not wish for the rest of the city to burn like its docks.

The girl now laid on one side, facing the waters and the young valyrian, <<The Archon told me you might need company, my lord>> said again the girl, persisting. He had no doubt now that she was a concubine, he could tell by the lack of fear or shame in her eyes, it was far from the first time she was sent to entertain a man. <<What is your name?>> Asked Aegon, he didn’t want to stare, but she was a beauty, that much was undeniable, and it was impossible now to ignore her. <<Serenei, if it pleases my lord>> She must have been not older than five and twenty <<It does not have to please me. Give the Archon my thanks but I need no company.>> The valyrian crossed his legs, an attempt to hide his growing erection, his body was reacting to the almost naked figure of Serenei on his own accord. He didn’t like that, he hated not feeling in control of his own body or emotions. <<Are you sure my lord?>> Mewled the concubine, she moved closer to Aegon who now was sitting in the pool, another clumsy attempt to hide the fact that his body did not want to be left alone, despite his mind’s commands. Slowly Serenei began to caress the dragonlords shoulders, then massaging the knots on his back and the base of neck. <> Said Serenei, Aegon leaned into her touch, it was the best massage he was ever given he had to admit to himself, and to say it wasn’t needed would be a lie. He was already feeling the tension leaving his shoulders, and his neck felt much less stiff than before.

When Serenei was finished with her massage she proceeded to carefully unbraid Aegon’s hair, her delicate fingers moving quickly and precisely freeing each strand from the knotted braids they had been put in. She did not take long for surely it was a task that she was accustomed to, and when she was finished he heard the rustling sound of her dress falling to the ground. When Aegon opened his eyes he found the naked form of Serenei kneeled close to him, her skin had turned a pale shade of red from the hot water, <<it’s too hot for you>> said Aegon in a last attempt to convince her to leave. Their similarities ended in their looks, as always: while the girl evidently found the temperature of the water too high, the trueborn valyrian was enjoying it very much.

Serenei proved to be a stubborn creature, other then the pale reddish hue her skin turned she did not show any other sign of being bothered, she sensually moved closer to Aegon, placing her hands on his toned chest, <> whispered the concubine, moving her upper body closer to Aegon. He focused his stare on her full lips, trying his best not to stare at her breasts so close to his face, or think of her hands caressing his chest and her legs brushing his, or how she started to move her right hand down first to his abdomen, and then lower. He bit his lip when she finally reached his hardened shaft, stroking it gently, <> moaned Serenei, bending down from her kneeled position to kiss the young man. She moved her free hand to cup his face, forcing him in that position, all the while her right hand was moving faster and faster. A moan escaped Aegon's lips, now completely lost in his pleasure, Serenei smiled, victorious.

Aegon opened his eyes when he stopped feeling the concubine’s soft hand around his cock, but swallowed down any protest when she saw her moving to straddle him. She let out an amused laugh, surely at how easy it had been for her to break the will of this dragonlord, and then her hand went back around his shaft, guiding it into position.

<<Sit back and enjoy, my lord>> Mewled Serenei, slowly falling down to impale herself on his shaft. They both moaned when she finally took all of him, <<gods>> she whispered feeling herself being stretched much more than expected. The girl took a moment to get accustomed to his size, and then she began to move her hips back and forth, while placing her hand on the dragonlord’s shoulder. As her hips moved faster and harder she began digging her nails into his flesh, and quickly loud moans left both their mouths.

Aegon did as he was instructed: he laid back on the pool’s edge, his head tilted backwards. This time he didn’t have to hold back his moans and grunts, so he just grabbed Serenei’s ass cheeks and enjoyed her work.

Serenei’s movement slowly began more erratic and her moans louder, she scratched down Aegon’s back and leaned closer to him. She moved one of her hands to the back of his head between his soft hair, and pushed him towards her chest. He started to kiss and suck at her breast, burying his face between them, his grip on her ass grew stronger and he began to thrust upwards into her chasing his orgasm. As his thrusts grew stronger Serenei’s moans grew louder and louder, she gripped strongly at his shoulder, where she would surely leave scratch marks, and after a while she let herself melt down, falling into him.

She moved both of her hands to the back of Aegon’s head, feeling his soft hairs and panting heavily from the orgasm she just reached. The dragonlord was not done yet though, a strand of incoherent words were leaving his lips, <<’Senya>> he moaned at last, before unloading inside of the concubine.

It took a while for both of them to steady their breaths. When she felt ready, Serenei silently left the pool, dressed herself and left the bath smiling and bowing at the dragonlord.

Aegon sunk in the pool, he stayed underwater until his lungs began to burn. When emerged from the water, his long hair sticking to his face and his body, he felt better. He also felt like an idiot and a green boy for his lack of control over his own body, but he felt definitely better, he needed the distraction.

He bathed himself with the soaps and the oils Visenya packed for him. When he finished he lazily walked out of the pool, grabbed the towels and walked back to his chambers. It would take the best part of the day to completely dry his hair, so Aegon decided he would remain locked in his quarters and avoid any other human presence. So what he did in the end, when his skin was dried up and the majority of water squeezed out of his hair, was put them in a high bun over his head and just fall on his bed, hoping to soon fell asleep and recover from the eventful hours just passed.

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