#my family wanted to play truth or dare last night

[aaronhotchswife]

Getaway

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

When Strauss gave each member of the team 4 days off, it's finally the opportunity to do what you guys talked about for months : a weekend getaway to a cottage.

Warnings : smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, alcohol consuming, suggestive language, minors DNI

Stars could be seen in the sky, fireflies in the woods. The team was sitting near a fire, talking and laughing. Sitting next to you was Hotch, jogging pants and a hoodie on him, his cologne filling your nose. You couldn't help but smile at his outfit, not really used to see him without a suit. You always found him beautiful and kind and everything but he was your boss so no matter how beautiful he was, he was out of reach. But it was weird how you missed him even if he wasn't yours. And maybe, you told yourself, that the worst way to miss someone is for them to be right beside you and you know you can't have them.

Derek and Emily were drinking vodka straight out the bottle, sharing with Garcia and JJ. When everyone was tipsy enough, Morgan proposed his favorite game ever : Truth or Dare.

It was not that you hated that game, but it's something you always played in a bar, without Hotch and Rossi so when he proposed that, you knew that maybe your deepest secret aka being in love with your boss while be out.

"Alrighhhht, babygirl, truth or dare ?" He asked, looking at Garcia.

"Mmmh, dare."

"I dare you to read, out loud, the last dirty test you send." He said giggling.

"You bitch chocolate thunder arghh." She sighed, opening her phone before speaking again, clearing her throat "I love when I’m ass up on the bed, and you’re balls deep in me."

JJ and Emily almost chocked on their drinks, Garcia being as red as a tomato and you're pretty sure you looked over Hotch to see his reaction.

"Well, that's direct." Rossi said chuckling.

"Alright, alright." She waved everyone with her hand. "My turn! Let's see...y/n, truth or dare ?" She asked.

"Truth."

"Did you finally had sex or are you still on the virgin side ?"

Your cheeks heated up automatically. You were a shy girl, not with your friends or family but you were "Spencer like" meaning that you didn't really know how to flirt and how to act around guys and all. Mostly everyone on the team knew you were a virgin, something that been said in a previous Truth or Dare game.

"Well unfortunately I am still a virgin." You responded, bringing your bottle of beer to your lips to take a sip, hoping it would make you less awkward.

"We should find you someone !" JJ exclaimed.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." You laughed.

"Well, pretty boy over here is a virgin too, you could do it with him." Morgan said, talking about Spencer.

"I told you that in all confidentiality Derek. But sorry y/n, don't take it wrong but you're not really my type."

You faked a expression of hurt before speaking "Oh don't worry about that Spence, you're not really mine either."

Knowing that your type was sitting next to you.

"What's your type then?" Morgan teased.

"Woah easy there, one question at the time, wait for your next round."

When it was in fact again your time to answer a question, Emily asked who was your type, earning a high five by Derek at the same time.

"Well eum, tall, dark hair, older than me." You chuckled.

"Like Hotch?" Rossi laughed, getting a "shut it" look from Hotch.

You only responded by a laugh, wanting this moment to be over.

The next day, it had been settled that the team spend the day at the beach. You made sandwiches for everyone, packing drinks and chips. Arriving there, Morgan and Penelope ran to the water while you laid with JJ and Emily, trying to tan a bit. You felt naked, only with your little red swimsuit. Your gaze focused on Aaron, his chest in evidence, talking with Rossi about something you couldn't hear.

"C'mon man, you're drooling just by looking at her."

"You heard her last night, she wouldn't even admit I'm her type, I don't want to get rejected and look at that, Morgan's all after her anyway."

"Someone sounds jealous."

Morgan was in fact hitting on you, something he did often. You didn't mind, knowing that it didn't mean anything. Hotch saw you laughed at something Morgan said, making his jaw clenched involuntary. He knew Morgan was checking you out but who was he kidding. You were gorgeous with your hair tied in a low bun, sunglasses on your nose and your hot body in that pretty swimsuit. All he could think about was the conversation of yesterday, about you being a virgin, it was news for him. He told himself that if you let him, he would help you with that. It was not just physical for him, no. He grew up to care about you, to know how you took your coffee and to love hearing your laugh. You were his subordinate and he needed to be raisonnable so he never tried anything but if you let him a chance, maybe he would. He wasn't the type of guy to get in relationship often or to be a womanizer like Derek but he would go for a relationship if it meant to be with you.

After a game of beach volley where your team constituted of Hotch, JJ and Emily totally smashed the other one, everyone was getting hungry and the tacos restaurant near the beach seemed to call out your names.

Walking to the restaurant, Garcia noticed a little circus with some roller coasters.

"Omg guys!! We need to do them !"

Everyone looked hype to do it except you. You're not scared of a lot of things in life, except spiders and well...roller coasters. But good thing that you're a good actress and can hide the fact that you already wanted to cry. Aaron was there so you told yourself that you needed to look tough.

You sat next to Hotch, buckling up. You tried to focus on Hotch's cologne, while the guy checked the seat belt. When the roller coaster started, your hands were gripping the lap bar in front on you so hard making your knuckles turn white. Hotch must have noticed because his murmured something in your ear.

"You're alright ?"

You couldn't even looked in his eyes, yours fixed in front of you, trying to stay calm and tell yourself that nothing bad will happen.

"M'fine, just scared."

He laughed, his laugh warming your heart. You couldn't get enough of it. He grabbed your hand, murmuring "maybe this will help."

It did in fact help. Well, the roller coaster was still scary and you still hated it but with Aaron's big hand in yours, every thing was possible. He kept his hand in yours during all of the ride, often checking up on you to see if you were okay.

Hotch's little trick didn't go unnoticed because later, when you were waiting for your food, Morgan leaned next to you teasing you with some "yeah I saw what boss man did earlier, holding your hand." You looked up in the air, annoyed, responding with a "I'm scared of roller coasters and he saw right through me."

The same night, when you went to bed, you fell asleep with the feeling of Aaron's hand in yours.

The next day, the boys went golfing while the girls...and Spencer -who wasn't much of a gofler-went shopping. You told them all about the day before, and Spencer was quick to tell you statistics about how often he was looking at you. Even if it made you bubbly, you tried not thinking of it, only thinking that he was only being a good friend and that he checked on you like everybody else.

After dinner that night, the team sat next to the fire, a bit like the first night. Morgan who brought his guitar was scatting some words making Garcia laugh.

"Hey, y/n, weren't you in a glee club in high school ?" Garcia asked, her head resting on Derek's shoulder.

"I was actually. I'm a former theatre kid."

At this point of the night, most of the team was already a little bit drunk. So when JJ proposed you to sing something, you agreed with all the liquid courage in your body.

You took the guitar, positioning it on your legs, and started to play one of your favorite song. Hotch who was in front of you couldn't keep his eyes off you and he's not sure if he's dreaming when you sing the words looking at his eyes. Your voice sweet as honey filling his head. He could hear it all his life.

'Cause all of the small things that you do

Are what remind me why I fell for you

And when we're apart, and I'm missing you

I close my eyes and all I see is you

And the small things you do'

After a while, everyone went to bed, leaving you alone with Hotch, still siting near the almost dead fire. Neither of you were talking, only the nature sound could be heard. During the night, he moved to a seat next to you. His voice was the first one to break the silence.

"I didn't know you could sing...or play guitar."

"I can play piano too." You chuckled.

"You're perfect."

Another silence.

The temperature outside getting hotter.

"I'm sorry, I should've said that." He mumbled.

"It's okay. Really. Thank you I guess ?" You smiled to him. Your sweet sweet smile. The smile he would do anything to see.

Your gaze went from him back to the fire, your knees on your chest, while your head was laying on your knee, and in that moment, he swears he never saw you so peaceful. His eyes went from the fire back to you, taking you all in.

It was something he found himself doing too often. Whenever he could find a moment, an excuse. His gaze would linger on your frame, your face, your lips. The lips he dreamed of kissing for the past year. He wondered how good they taste, knowing that they'll probably soft. He tried thinking about something else than the fact that his feelings are probably one-sided but nothing helps and he can feel himself getting hard thinking about you. He needed you closer, so when he put his hand on your knee, your eyes lifted up to meet his, the same smile you had earlier still on your face.

His eyes made their way to your lips, back to your eyes before leaning him gently. As he expected it, your lips were soft, sweet from the drink you had earlier. His hands found their way to your cheeks while yours tentatively rested on in back. You had kissed guys before, not a lot, but it was never like this. It was never that mind blowing. You pulled away in need for air and Aaron's forehead rest against yours. His fingers grazing your cheek.

"You're so beautiful y/n. If you knew how I was dying to do this." He murmured.

"Aaron." You responded, breathless.

"I love your eyes, and your lips, and the way you srunch your nose when something makes you shy." And with that, you scrunched your nose, your eyes still looking at his.

"Like that." He said, closing the space between you and him.

"About what you said yesterday..." Your heart skipped a beat, kinda afraid of what he'll tell you. "I would like to be your first, if you want, of course." He laughed softly.

"You don't have to Aaron."

"I want to. I've been thinking about this moment for so long and to be the first one to make you feel that good...I want it y/n."

In that moment, you don't know what got over you but you took his hand, leading him inside, to your bedroom. Still holding Aaron's hand, he led you to your bed, carefully laying you on it, his lips not leaving yours. You could feel the bulge in his pants against your heat and it made you grind against him. His lips made their way to your neck, under your ear while his hands made their ways to the hem of your shirt, pushing it further up, asking for the permission to undress you. When you nod, Aaron takes off your shirt and pants before kissing you again, keeping eye contact with you as he kissed down your chest to your stomach, down to your thighs as he pushed them apart slowly. He left small kisses on top of your underwear before making his way back to your mouth, his fingers grazed your back to undo your bra, before taking off his clothes.

"Are you sure you want to do this ?" He asked concerned.

"Yes, please Aaron. I want you, I want this." You murmured, wanting him to make you feel good.

He hooked his fingers to the hem of your panties, before kissing the top of your heat, his lips against your folds, slowly licking up and down, pushing one finger in, then two, until you were collapsing beneath him. Your hand reached his hair, and when he looked up to you, you swore you could've come just with that sight. Sitting up, your hand found the hem of his boxers, pushing them down slowly, your breath getting caught when you saw how big he was. Tentatively, you put your hand around it, making up and down movements.

"Fuck." He moaned, his head falling back.

"I wanna taste you." You said, before kissing his tip, leaving small licks on it. His hand grabbed your hair, pushing your mouth down a little bit. Although, it wasn't long before Aaron took your mouth away.

"Did I do something wrong ?" You asked with a small voice.

"No, fuck no, I was gonna cum and I want to wait." He reassured you, pushing you gently on the mattress.

"Put your hands on my shoulders and squeeze if it hurts, and tell me if you need to stop, okay ?" He instructed.

"Okay."

Aaron slowly pushed the tip of his cock into your aching hole. He took a sharp breath as he pushed into you, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around him. When you squeezed his shoulders a little bit, he stopped to look it your eyes, seeing small tears in the corner of them.

"Hey, hey it's okay, you're doing really great baby."

The sweet name made your pussy clench harder against him and Aaron had to fought not to push hard into you.

"Move, please, Aaron, move please."

And with that, the pain made its way to pleasure and with Aaron sweet sounds in your ear, and each stroke of him against that perfect spot made you grip the headboard just that little bit tighter. "Aaron." And the way you say his name, that breathy moan that spills from your lips, the knowledge that he is the reason for it, pushes him right to the precipice.

"Thank you for that." You smiled, looking up at him. His hand stroking your shoulder and your hair.

"Thanks to you, love." Are the last words you hear before falling asleep, in the arms of the man you love.

#aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #hotch x you #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut

[endless-ineffabilities]

Maroon (part one)

modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

An imagine loosely based on the song Maroon of off Midnights by Taylor Swift ▪︎ read more Daemon & Aemond midnights imagines here: masterlist

series list: part two - part three - part four

themes: fluff, Aemond and the reader being friends first, shy reader, red wine antics, language + Aemond does not have his disability/lost eye in this one (but I plan to write it in for a potential part two)

word count: 3.8k

The reader has always admired Aemond Targaryen from afar, the brother of her best friend Helaena. Little does she know, she has caught his eye as well. Something is revealed one night, encouraged by a sudden splash of maroon.

"You've been awfully silent tonight," Aemond says, "and more so after Helaena went to bed. Is something wrong, y/n?"

Your fingers tighten around your wine glass, unsure of what to say. Perhaps you have withdrawn back into your shell when your best friend Helaena decided she was going to bed early. She is quite the lightweight, after all. A few sips of wine and she was out.

You didn't mind. But she left you here with Aemond, sprawled out on the expensive carpet in their living room. He gracefully leans against the couch, remaining poised. One thing you admire about him is the way he carries himself, almost with a sense of regal austerity that makes him intimidating to most people. Add that to the fact that Aemond is one of the heirs to the Targaryen business empire, the richest family in the city.

But for some reason, he is gentle with you. Treating you differently than he does anyone else. Almost with reverence. Helaena once joked that he shouldn't go easy on you too much, with you being tougher than you look. Aemond just laughed it off, but you stood there awkwardly, unable to hide the way your face grew flushed all over.

Your crush on Aemond Targaryen has only gotten worse since then.

"I'm not silent," you find yourself blurting out in a defensive tone, "I'm... just... nursing my wine, that's all."

Get your shit together, y/n.

A small smile appears on Aemond's lips, as he notices your increasingly flustered state, "Okay, I believe you."

"Good," you look down at your glass, swirling it around. What should I say next? What should I say next?

Aemond interrupts your nervous train of thought, continuing his sentiment slowly, "Because, you know, I would hate to think if there's anything wrong, or if you feel uncomfortable in any way. We are friends, y/n. I want you to feel that you can be free around me, as you are around Helaena."

He just knows the right words to say, doesn't he?

"I know," you respond, in a calmer tone that even surprises you, "and I appreciate that, Aemond. I apologize if I come off as aloof sometimes - "

"Don't apologize," he laughs dryly, "if there's anyone who knows what it's like to come off as aloof, it's me."

"True enough," you smile, taking a sip of your wine. You don't notice Aemond’s eyes follow your movement, fixating at last on the way your lips curve against the glass.

"Tell you what," he says, "how about we play a game? Break the ice even more and all that."

"A game?"

"Yeah, like, I haven't a clue... truth or dare?"

You gulp, your mind racing with the possibilities of what that game usually entails when played out, "I don't think that works with just two people, Aemond."

"Why not?" he slides a bit closer to you on the carpet, and your heart races ever faster.

"It just... it just doesn't!" you shrug, breathing out in a slight huff. He's so close. So close.

"I say it can work, y/n."

"Really, now?" you raise your eyebrows, "I'm not built for doing dares."

"We'll keep it simple. Nothing too ridiculous. And if we don't want to tell the truth, or do a dare, we just have to take three sips of wine."

"Hmm..."

"Or even soda, or water. If you prefer. I don't want to feel like I'm making you drink. Helaena would murder me if you get too drunk whilst in my company." Ah, Aemond. Always so considerate.

"I'm okay," you smile, "I'll stick with wine."

"So you accept my offer?"

You take a deep breath, in an attempt to steel your nerves. Before you can chicken out, and change your mind, you say, "Fine. Let's play."

"Wonderful," he smirks, "So, darling... truth or dare?"

"Truth," you croak, the way he addressed you as darling still echoing in your ears. There's no way you'll jump right into a dare.

"Okay. What was your first impression of me?"

"Oh," you rack your brain for an appropriate answer. One that can be said out loud in front of Aemond anyway.

"I, uhm, I thought you were polite."

"Polite?" he laughs freely, "glad to know I make that much of a lasting impression."

"I mean, not just that," you lean forward, "you were well put together, I guess. Quiet, but not shy. I got the sense that you know exactly who you are. You've got a strong sense of self, and as a result, you know how to take care of yourself, and your family. It's admirable, really." You also thought of running your fingers through his astonishingly silver hair, craving to know what it felt like, but he doesn't need to know that now.

"Hmm," he smiles softly, looking down, almost wistfully, "there was a time when I was quite different, you know. I was so insecure, and so angry. It's a miracle that I've grown into who I am now, but I am proud of myself for it."

Aemond is opening up to me? You get a sense of innocence with the way he spoke, and a sincerity, with all pretenses put away. Here, he is just Aemond, not this great heir or this renowned scholar. “That truly is something to be proud of,” you profess, “I, for one, am proud of the person that you are.”

His eyes light up as he looks at you, “That means a lot coming from you, y/n.”

“Does it?” you ask. Why would it? Since the first time you met, over a year ago, you have not had many lengthy interactions. The handful of times you were brought together, with only the two of you, were purely coincidental. Like this very moment. You did not expect to be drinking wine with him on the carpet tonight. You had actually considered heading home after Helaena went to bed, but Aemond took your hand, pulling you back down to sit with him, imploring you to please stay. Just a while longer.

And you are glad that you had.

“It does,” is the only thing that Aemond says in response, and as much as you want to press on, you decide to let it go.

“Okay, Aemond. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he takes a sip of wine. You think of how pointless the whole condition of only having to take a drink when refusing the challenge has become. You two continue to drink, either way.

“I dare you to… uhm, tell me something in High Valyrian.” You’ve always been fascinated by the Targaryens’ native language, them being originally from the faraway country of Valyria. It is truly a place on top of your bucket list, and you secretly wish that Aemond would take you there one day.

“That’s easy,” he smiles, then pauses, looking at you directly in your eyes. He takes a deep breath, as if mulling over what to say. Then you hear it.

“Iksā gevie.”

You swallow nervously. The way his voice deepened went straight to your head, making you feel slightly faint. You whisper, “That sounds… lovely. What does it mean?”

“I’ll let you figure that out on your own.”

You punch him lightly on the shoulder, your confidence gaining a significant boost from the wine, “Come on. Just tell me. What did you say again? Ikse gevya... gevy?”

He beams, amused by your pronunciation, “Iksā gevie,” he repeats, “Eek-sah gev-yeh.”

“Right, right,” you nod, taking another sip of wine, “Just you wait until I type that in Google Translate. It better not have been anything rude.”

“Oh, it wasn’t,” he promises. “Truth or dare?”

“Eh… dare,” you say, but you immediately change your mind. “No, wait, truth! I choose truth.”

“Are you absolutely sure, darling?” Aemond croons, tilting his head.

“Truth.”

“Alright, then. Are you seeing… uh…” he pauses, clearing his throat, “are you seeing any… any chance of you working for our company in the future?”

Are you seeing anyone? He had wanted to ask instead. Aemond internally kicks himself for pulling back.

You notice how weirdly he phrased that question. You choose your answer carefully, “Well, it’s definitely something I would consider. You know how much I admire your family. But, I don’t want anything handed to me on a plate. If I were to get a job there, I want it to be on my own merit. I don’t want you or Helaena or anyone to vouch for me, or put in a good word for me, just because I’m your friend.”

“I understand, darling.” He smiles at the determined way with which you spoke. His stubborn girl. “But if you ever need any help, I’m here.”

You reach out to squeeze his hand gently, as a sign of your appreciation, “Thank you, Aemond. You’ve always been kind to me.”

He looks down at your hand around his, and he clutches yours in return. When your eyes meet, you see that his gaze is so warm, so gentle. You feel as if you are being held. Like you’re safe.

You finally let go of his hand, “So, truth or dare?”

And so, the game continues for another half hour, the two of you growing increasingly inebriated by the minute. The wine glasses have been put to the side, the two of you opting to  take turns with drinking out of the bottle instead. You answer all sorts of questions from Aemond, such as “Which of the Targaryen siblings do you think should run the company?”, “Who’s your preferred drinking partner, Aegon or Daeron?”, and “Do you like my hair better short or long?”

You ask him your fair share, but one thing that sticks to your mind is what he answers to “Are you interested in anyone at the moment?”

“Yes. I think so.” He says, and you can tell that he is being honest. Your heart sinks at that. Of course, there would be someone who already caught Aemond’s eye. He is one of the city’s most eligible bachelors, after all. Women everywhere are vying for his attention. It only makes sense that he would eventually meet someone he truly liked.

“That’s great. I’m happy for you.” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and Aemond astutely picks up on what you may have assumed.

“Darling, I - ”

You cut him off bluntly, not remembering that it’s his turn to ask, “Truth or dare, Aemond?”

“Hmm,” he stands, your question hanging in the air, with his hand outstretched for you to take, “come with me. I want to show you something.”

Taking the wine bottle, you stand and interlace your fingers with his. “Where are we going?”

He guides you out of the expansive living room, turning right at the end of a long hallway. He pries open a glass pivot door, revealing the private stairwell of their penthouse. Without a word shared, you climb up the flight of stairs together. One floor, two floors, three. Until you reach what can only be the roof of the high-rise building they live in.

The cool, midnight air is a refreshing assault to your senses. Immediately, you feel more awake, less drowsy from the wine. The rooftop is spacious and has been outfitted with a seating area, plenty of potted plants, dainty lighting fixtures that hang from the posts, as well as an exposed room littered with bust sculptures. The balcony stretches all around its perimeter, made out of ornately carved bronze.

“Wow,” you say, after taking it all in. “I’ve never been up here before.” You turn to look at him, and he seems pleased at your reaction. You add, “And you live here? Imagine. My entire apartment must only be a quarter of this rooftop, if not less.”

“Hmm,” he smiles, looking around, “I like to come up here to think. This rooftop is rarely ever in use, since my family all prefer to huddle downstairs. And well, Aegon’s afraid of heights.” He sneers at the end.

“Is he now?” you hand him the bottle of wine, “Remind me to bring that up the next time we see him.”

“Last time he was up here, he threw up over the balcony.”

“Oh, god,” Aemond laughs at the way your face scrunches up in disgust. “That’s quite a long drop. I hope he didn’t hit anyone on the sidewalk with it.”

“What a shame, really. That would have been the most interesting lawsuit.” Aemond remarks, before motioning with his head for you to follow him.

He reaches a plush seat facing the balcony, and the two of you sit in relative silence for a while. The whole city seems to be sprawled out below you, and the stars above also gleam much closer, like they are just within reach. Your wandering eyes take everything in with awe, but Aemond only watches you.

Instead of the stars, he thinks of how you are within reach. If only he would just let you know how he feels.

When you turn to finally look at him, you are surprised to see that he has been watching you. “Aemond,” you say, “why are you so nice to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you so nice to me? From what I’ve seen, you are indifferent to most people. It can’t just be because I am Helaena’s friend, is it? You don’t have to treat me like I’m some fragile doll, you know. I won’t break, I swear.” Your voice takes on a sarcastic tone, and the corner of his lips lift in a smile.

He looks away, facing the tops of the buildings in the sprawling city that his family empire practically owns. Prince of the city, some people call him.

“I know that, darling.” He tilts his head partially towards you. “I like that you’re… different. I mean, trust me when I say, the crowd that the lot of us are exposed to tends to be entitled, shallow sycophants.”

“Bit harsh, Aemond.”

“Perhaps,” he smiles sardonically, “but anyway. I’m used to people only being interested in me because of my last name, or the family legacy. No one’s ever bothered to see me for who I truly am, save for only a handful of people. Because of this, I get quite protective of Helaena, since she can be overly trusting. She only chooses to see the good in others.”

“That’s what I love the most about her,” you say sincerely.

“Hmm, yes. But it also makes her more vulnerable. She’s had friends before, who were only clearly hanging around her so they might leech off of her higher status.”

“Aemond, I’m sorry to hear - ”

“But not you. I am aware that Helaena tried to help you before. Tried to get you a better apartment, or get you a high-ranking job with us. It would be easy, just like that. But you refuse, time and time again. You don’t mock us either, simply for being who we are, and having this much privilege. You see us as people, and unfortunately that’s a rare thing. I can tell that you truly care for Helaena, otherwise I wouldn’t let you hang around her at all,” Aemond smiles, nudging your shoulder, then drapes his arm on the back of the seat behind you.

“Overprotective brother much?” you taunt lightly.

“It’s an affliction I choose to bear,�� you notice how he has leaned closer, his breath warm on your face.

You swallow nervously, “So, I guess you answered my question.”

“Partially,” he shakes his head slightly, “darling, I’ve got a long list of reasons why I like you, and that’s only scratching the surface.”

“Oh.” If you thought you felt faint before, then you were just about ready to pass out now. Panicking, you raise the wine bottle to your lips, taking a long drag. But when you pull the bottle away, you must have done it in a nervous rush, causing it to tilt in a way that wine spills out and splashes on your shoulder.

“Steady, y/n.” Aemond takes the bottle from you, setting it down on the stone floor.

“Fuck.” You look down and see the wine stain on your shirt, seeping wider, a shade of scarlet so deep it could be mistaken for maroon.

Suddenly, Aemond laughs. You want to act incredulous, or annoyed, but the sound of his laughter is so hearty and genuine. And so rare, that you find yourself smiling at the sight of his dimples deepening, and the faint lines around his eyes bursting free.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he shrugs, shaking his head, “It’s just, at the rate you’re going with the wine, you could be giving Aegon a run for his money.”

“Ha-ha,” you dab at your shirt with your hand, but it doesn’t do much good.

“Come, I can lend you something to wear.” He takes your hand, leading you out of the rooftop.

“It’s alright, Aemond. I can just borrow one from Helaena.”

“She’s already asleep,” the two of you descend down the stairwell, stopping at the first floor below.

“I’m sure she won’t mind.” Where is he taking me? Must be the laundry room, or a guest room?

“I insist,” he declares, dropping your qualms altogether.

You come to a halt in front of a wooden door, painted a brushed forest green. Before you could ask anything, he holds the door open for you, “This is my room.”

You look at him expectantly, unsure of whether you should enter. He only smiles, “After you, darling.”

With your heart pounding in your chest, and the maroon patch still vivid by your shoulder, you step inside Aemond’s bedroom. It’s massive, predictably, just like every other room in this penthouse. The walls are a comforting, deep shade of forest green, just like the door. There are also accented panels of dark gray, to avoid a monotony of colour. The furniture is simple, clean, modern. Yet each one possesses intricate detailing. His bookshelf covers the entire eastern wall. His bed… well. You compose yourself, trying not to let your mind wander.

You feel him standing behind you, waiting.

“Nice room,” you say.

“Hmm,” you can practically hear the smile in his voice, “thank you. I don’t really bring anyone in here.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to impose - ”

“Stop. I asked you to come in here, y/n.” He walks over to a sliding door to the left, revealing a large walk-in wardrobe. Of course he would have one of those.

He disappears inside for a moment, before returning to you, a dark green sweater in his hand. The same shade as his bedroom walls. Hmm. Aemond seems to have an affinity for green.

“Here, put this on.” He hands the sweater to you. “This should be comfortable enough to sleep in.”

“Thanks,” you take it, feeling the material in your hands.

“No problem,” he continues to look at you, and you have to ask, pointing to the walk-in wardrobe, “Could I maybe change in there?”

“Right, sorry, I should have offered,” Aemond smiles, looking down.

“One second.”

When you gently slide the door shut, you lean back against it, taking the deep calming breath you’ve been holding in. Being around Aemond makes you feel as if your very skin is on fire. The attraction you feel for him becomes so palpable, making you somewhat a nervous wreck. There’s no need. Like he said, he is your friend, y/n.

You sit on the bench in the middle of the room, taking your shirt off. Hurriedly, you put on his green sweater, and he’s right. It is so damn comfortable. And it smells exactly like him.

“Everything alright in there?” you hear him from behind the sliding door.

“Y-yeah,” you say. Taking your stained shirt in one hand, you stand, and meet him outside.

He studies you, admiring the way his sweater hangs off your torso. “Hmm,” he remarks, as he always does, “you look better in it than I do, y/n.”

“Well, thank you,” you say sincerely, before adding, “but I have to disagree.”

“You look beautiful.” He suddenly says, the words immediately taking root in your heart, “You are beautiful.”

“What?” you croak, your voice coming out in an astonished whisper.

“That is what I said earlier,” he continues, “That is what iksā gevie means.”

“Oh.”

Aemond crosses the few steps needed to erase the distance between the two of you, plucks the shirt from your hand, and deftly tosses it to a nearby chair. Then, he takes your hands in his. He gazes into your eyes, and his expression is a mixture of longing and reluctance. He then traces your cheekbone with his fingers, delicately, as if you will crumble under his touch. And you just might.

“Aemond - ”

“Iksan jāre naejot vūjigon ao sir.”

You feel the urge to ask him what those words mean, instead you choose to simply let it be, and just bask in the sincerity in his tone. In the way he does not drop your gaze when he spoke them. In the way his hands slowly find themselves on your waist, pulling you close.

He leans in, slowly. And the whole world ceases to exist around you. The ringing in your ears becomes silenced, and there is only Aemond. You’ve always wondered what it would feel like, his lips pressed against yours. His devotion reserved only for you. It seemed like a dream, but now, it is well within reach.

But the dream is shattered when a heavy knock echoes throughout the room. Three, brief, raps on the forest green surface. That was all it took to break the spell.

Aemond’s brows furrow in frustration, his hands still on your waist. There is an anger in his voice when he calls loudly over his shoulder, “Yes?”

“It’s me, sir.” You recognize the intruder to be Criston Cole, the head of their family’s security team.

“Wait here, darling,” Aemond says, running his finger over your lips, over what he could have taken if you had not been interrupted.

Aemond opens the door, and you briefly meet Criston’s eyes from across the room.

Your presence in Aemond’s room seems to catch him off guard, but he straightens quickly, “Aemond, there is someone here for you.”

“At this fucking hour?”

Looking at you once more, Criston lowers his voice when he replies, but you hear it anyway. “It’s Alys Rivers. She’s waiting for you downstairs as usual.”

As usual. Alys Rivers. The famous model and socialite. You knew of her from the magazines, the internet. There have been tabloid articles of her and Aemond, but you knew better than to pay any attention to them, not believing that there could be any truth to such lowly forms of media. Or at least, that was what you assumed. But if she’s here, in this ungodly hour, then…

“I think I should get to bed,” you walk towards the doorway, “to Helaena’s room, that is.”

“No,” Aemond stops you in your tracks, grabbing your arm, “wait. We aren’t finished yet. I just - ”

“Your guest is waiting, Aemond.” You cut him off, not meeting his eyes.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he says, while he tries to get you to look at him, but to no avail. You’re worried that if you do, you might not be able to leave.

Criston shuffles out of the way to let you through, greeting you with a cordial, “Good night, y/n.” You notice how there might even be a hint of regret in his eyes.

Each step feels heavy as you make your way down the hallway to Helaena’s room. Compared to how you felt, mere moments ago, as though you were floating on air.

Sleep doesn’t come easy to you that night, your thoughts racing on what might be happening down the hall. Who is Alys Rivers to you, Aemond? Why did she have to ruin what would have been a perfect night? Are you just stringing me along?

When you finally succumb to slumber, you fall into a dream.

Of who else but Aemond? Of who else but the one whom your heart desires?

Ok ok ok. This will be the last thing posted before part 5 of Heart on Fire. I think. 🤞

“Iksan jāre naejot vūjigon ao sir.” - "I'm going to kiss you now." - Aemond 🖤

Maroon just had to be multi-chaptered. It might be my favourite track from midnights.

Apologies to those who have sent requests. I do see them, but I'm just a bit bogged with uni/life at the moment. Hopefully will write a lot more soon!

Also, thank you thank you for all the kind remarks/messages. You guys are amazing. Any suggestions for part 2? Let me know in the comments 🖤🖤🖤

Aemond/HotD taglist: @aemcndtargaryen @cryztalline @fairaardirascenarios @blackravena @vensidia @xinyourdreamsx @mrswhitethornbelikov @mikariell95 @thermiting @witchofthenorthstar @m00n5t0n3 @booknerd2004 @throughgoeshamilton @xcallmetaniax @wrendermeuseless @m-indkiller @graykageyama @nsainmoonchild @milemarianne @immyowndefender @moonmaiden1996 @caspianobsessed @schniiipsel @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @random-human02 @icarusignite @flourishandblotts-inc @siriusdumblittlepuppy @just-a-harmless-patato @moni-cah @boofy1998 @huntycola @angel6776 @sanguinalia @thelastcitysposts @daeneeryss @wondergal2001 @huntycola

#aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #ewan mitchell #modern!aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #midnights

[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Nine : Corruption

Cassian x Female Reader

You were only 17 years old when you first went ‘Under the Mountain’. As the only daughter of Beron Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court and his youngest child, he believed you were weak.

Eris, your eldest brother was more of a father than Beron ever was. Everyone knew the High Lord of Autumn was a cruel sadistic bastard, especially your mother, siblings and you.

But a week before, Amarantha tricked all seven courts, you lost it. Eris had spies and he knew something bad was coming. He was trying to get you to the Spring Court where you’d be safe with Lucien. They were the only ones out of all your brothers that were kind to you.

The night before you were set to leave, your father found out and was going to punish Eris. Beron had barely lifted the whip in the air, Eris with his back out tied to the whipping post, as you burnt his guards to ash. And the whip in his hand while having a shield of fire around your brother.

You met Beron’s wrathful gaze, untying Eris from the post. Growling, “If you touch my brother, I will rip you apart.” Letting your immense power that you kept hidden roil off you in waves, daring him to try you.

He didn’t.

He didn’t speak to you again after that, let alone look at you. So when Amarantha was going to punish you for defending your mother, he did nothing. Yet the High Lord of the Night Court did.

Rhysand saved you and made a bargain with you, Eris was pissed but was relieved that you were safe now. Or as safe as one could be Under the Mountain. At first you and Rhys were suspicious of one another but throughout the years the both of you had gotten close, like siblings. It was nice.

At times it felt like all you had was each other.

After the events Under the Mountain, you went with Rhys to the Night Court. He trusted you with his life and with the City of Starlight. Velaris. You missed the Autumn Court sometimes but Velaris was your real home.

The inner circle was suspicious of you at first but once they saw how Rhys was with you they embraced you as part of their family. Which was why you were sitting in a booth at Rita’s with them, playing two truths and a lie.

It was your turn.

Looking down at your drink, rubbing your finger around the rim of the glass, you hummed, “Beron isn’t my father, I want to move back to the autumn court and I’ve never done anything with anyone. Sexually.” The last word brought a flush to your cheeks but you could blame it on the alcohol in your system.

You pointed at the inner circle for their answers starting with Azriel, “Easy. You’ve never done anything with anyone, sexually.” He answered, repeating what you said.

Then Cassian, “What he said.” But there was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t place.

Next was Mor, “What Az said.”

Rhys agreed with them, “The last one.”

Finally Amren, bore her silver eyes into yours before saying, “The last one, girl.”

Looking all of them in the eye, before giving them a shit eating grin, “Wrong !” You howled in laughter.

All of them looked at you before simultaneously yelling, “Bullshit !” You shook your head, not being able to speak through the laughter.

Once you had stopped you looked at all of them, they all looked shocked, “Beron isn’t your father ?” Rhys whispered, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

“Nope,” you said popping the ‘p’ as you lifted your cup to your mouth before he pushed it back down.

“Who is ?” Azriel questioned.

You made them all promise not to tell anyone, once they agreed you felt the light stinging sensation - a bargain tattoo forming - on your right pinky finger. They all felt it too. All eyes were still on you as you uttered one name, “Helion.”

Az whispered yelled his shock, cassian only said three words - “What the fuck” - Rhys, Mor and Amren were just staring at you with wide eyes and jaws dropped. You couldn’t do anything else but laugh.

Later in the night after playing a couple more rounds of two truths and a lie, you all decided it was time to head back to the House of Wind where Azriel, Rhys, Mor, Cassian and you were staying. Amren was going back to stay at her apartment.

Last minute Mor decided to go to another place for drinks, trying to convince everyone to go with her but you were tired. “Y/n ! Please, please come !” She was practically begging you and you just giggled shaking your head. “Mor, i’m tired. I’ll go next time.”

“Are you sure ?” She stuck her bottom lip out faking a pout.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

She looked at you before relenting, “Fine, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Do you want me to fly you back ?” Rhys offered.

But before you could answer him Cassian’s voice cut you off, “I’ll take you, I-i’m tired too.” He stammered eyes on you.

Nodding your head, “Okay, Cass will take me,” - placing your hand on Rhys’s shoulder - “have fun.”

You and Cassian waved at them as they walked away before he lifted you in his arms and took off towards the House of Wind.

The flight was silent until he cleared his throat, getting your attention, “Yes, Cass ?”

His eyes were on yours but you didn’t miss the way his throat bobbed, “So you’ve really never done anything anyone ?” Moving the arm that was wrapped around his neck, so your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, lips curving up in a teasing smirk, “Why… You tryna fuck me or something ?”

The grip he had on your back and thighs tightened, fingers digging into the soft skin covered by your dress. “Don’t play with me right now,” his voice came out rougher than he wanted, the sound of it giving you goosebumps all over, "have you ?"

“No.” Your words were barely audible but he heard.

He opened his mouth but shut it - he had one shot not to ruin this - swallowing thickly. “Do you want… to ?”

Turning your head to glare at him, “Are you just saying this to get back at Eris ? Because I’m not some-“ He winced, cutting you off.

“No. No, gods no. I just want you to be comfortable for your first time.” He couldn’t just blurt out and tell you that as soon as he’d laid eyes on the most beautiful female he’d ever seen the mating bond snapped into place. But also he couldn’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. You looked at him trying to find any hint of a lie but found none. He was being sincere, vulnerable even.

“All I’m saying is if you want some help changing that… I could.” He met your gaze, trying to now show any signs of being nervous.

“Are you offering to help as a friend, Cass ?” Your voice coming out as a tease to ease the tension.

“I am.”

“Alright. I’m all yours tonight.”

His lust filled gaze roamed all over your face before settling on your lips, then back on your eyes. Lips parting slightly, pupils dilating as you took him in. He wore a cocky smirk on his lips, nostrils flaring as he scented your arousal. You were already blushing but now you were sure you were red as he scented the effect he had on you. Holding you tighter to his body, he beat his wings faster towards the house that was now coming into view. You couldn’t do anything else but roll your eyes and giggle at his antics.

As soon as you landed on one of the balconies, Cassian readjusted his hold on you, carrying you into the House of Wind bridal style. Throwing your head back in a laugh, “What are you doing, Cass ?” you asked in between laughs.

Looking down at you, giving you a sinful smirk, he answered, “Treating you the way you should be treated, Princess.”

“Oh gods, what did I get myself into ?” You mumbled against his chest.

You felt his reverberating chuckle, “You have no idea.” Without having to look up, you knew his eyes were on you.

Hearing a door open you lifted your head, assuming you’re in his room but you’re in yours. Brows furrowed as you looked at him, “Why my room ?”

His face is serious except for the sweet smile on his lips, “I want you to be comfortable.”

You simply nod your head at his words.

Before sitting on your bed, Cassian moved you as if you weighed nothing, to straddle his lap. Running his large calloused hands up and down your thighs, “Relax, princess. I’m not in any rush. We’ll go at your pace.” His words put you at ease along with his soothing touch.

You let out a soft sigh wiggling a bit, settling comfortably on his lap. Looking down at your hands that were between the two of you, avoiding his gaze. You don’t know how much time passed when suddenly he was talking, “What have you done ?”

Letting out a shuddering breath before you spoke, “Don’t laugh.” Rising on your knees to move but he only gripped your waist, stopping you. “Nothing.”

“Not even a kiss ?” He asked incredulously.

You huffed, hesitating whether you should tell him or not. “Yes and no.”

He tilted his head at you trying to look you in the eyes. “What does that mean ?”

Biting your bottom lip, finally meeting his gaze, “Under the Mountain, a male from Summer kissed me but I didn’t kiss him back because I didn’t want him. ”

He let out a growl, eyes darkening with the promise of violence.

Cassian felt your soft hands cupping his face, faintly hearing you call his name, but all he could imagine is some bastard trying to kiss what was his… his mate. “Cass, it's okay. It’s in the past.” Your voice made him refocus on what was in front of him.

You.

Then his throat bobbed, “Has anyone ever touched you ?”

“No.” You breathed, he silently thanked the mother.

“Have you ever touched yourself ?”

You nodded your head almost imperceptibly. “I need words, princess.”

You felt your cheeks heat, “Yes.” You whispered.

Cassian grunted at your confession, his hands moving over the curve of your ass, squeezing slightly, making you whimper. You felt him harden beneath you, instinctively grinding against him, “Fuck” he hissed lowly.

“Have you ever had an orgasm ?”

“No.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours.

Then he was moving his hands to cradle your face. His thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, his eyes on your plush lips, “Can I kiss you ?” He rasped out.

“Please.” You whispered breathlessly.

In an instant his lips were on yours, claiming them as his. Your lips were soft and plush moving in tandem with his. They parted in a moan and he took that as his chance to deepen the kiss. He groaned into your mouth as your clothed cunt brushed over his hard cock. Right then and there, he decided he was going to ruin you and love every second of it.

Pulling back, eyes half lidded with lust, you tugged at his shirt, “Take this off. I want to feel you.” Cassian did so immediately. Your eyes roved over his form hungrily, bottom lip between your teeth, looking at him for approval.

“How do you know how to kiss ?” He asked breathlessly.

“I read books.” You answered without hesitation. Nodding his head, you ran your hands over his tanned tattooed chest, down his torso, over the little scars that littered it before kissing him again.

Without breaking the kiss he stood up. Sliding your dress off your body, then your bra, and finally your panties, laying you down on the bed. Setting himself between your thighs. Pulling away his breath hitched as he took in your naked form. You moved your arm to cover up but he held them at your sides.

“Beautiful. You are so beautiful.” His voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it. Body shivering at his words.

Then he was looking at your soaked cunt, a feral smirk on his lips, “Touch yourself.” He commanded. Making your pupils dilate as you move your hands over your breasts, groping them, tugging at your peaked nipples. Trailing down your tummy and teasingly running two fingers between your wet folds before drawing light circles over your swollen clit.

Your eyes closed as you applied more pressure to your clit, lewd moans and whimpers escaping your lips. His eyes flickered between your face - taking in your expressions - and the way you touched yourself.

You opened your eyes, reaching for one of his large hands, putting two of his fingers in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around them. Pulling them out with a soft pop, he raised an eyebrow, “Books ?” Lowering his hand to your cunt, you nodded once, “Books.”

“Please, touch me, Cassian.” His name on your lips was a sound he’d never get tired of. But his restraint was thinning, he was trying to go at your pace yet it was taking everything in him not to take you the way he wanted. He ran his fingers between your folds before licking a single broad stroke, tongue flat, through them. Making you suck in a harsh breath as your back arched. Then sucking gently at your clit, you let out a shaking breath as he began to flick it. Feeling fire pooling in your tummy and then it began to spread throughout your whole body.

Your body going taut as it begged for release - that’s what this was - it felt like it was too much and yet not enough at the same time. You felt like you were on fire then you felt the coil inside of you beginning to snap.

“F-f-fuck Cass.” You stuttered. Legs starting to shake as his tongue sucked you clit again, harshly. “Please don’t - don’t stop !” You cried out, one hand fisted in his hair the other fisting the sheets. He hummed in response and at the same time you felt a long thick finger enter you. Hips bucking as Cassian curled his finger inside you.

Your walls clenching around his finger as you came undone. Cassian’s name a chant on your lips as you shatter under his touch. His finger and mouth, not stopping their assault on your sensitive cunt until you were a shaking, panting, mess.

Eyes meeting his, as you were trying to catch your breath, he couldn’t stop himself - sucking the taste of you off his fingers - he would never get enough of you.

At the sight of him, a golden thread lit up in your chest - in your soul - the mating bond sang out for the male before you. He looked at you, a playful smirk on his lips, “Can you go another round or are you too tired, princess ?”

“I want you to show me everything, mate.”

Something flickered in his eyes at your words, “I’m going to ruin you. You’re mine.”

The possessiveness in his words, making you shiver, goosebumps covering your body as you gave him a wicked smirk, “Please.”

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #cassian general #cassian lord of bloodshed #cassian fanfic #cassian smut #cassian x reader #lord of bloodshed fanfic #lord of bloodshed smut #lord of bloodshed x reader #cassian acotar

[babydollmarauders]

6 YEARS — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “Are you flirting with me right now?” “Have been for the last 6 years, thanks for finally noticing.” with Jack

notes: i’m not sure i’m happy with this one, but tumblr deleted over half of it when i was almost finished, so i had to rewrite it.

summers at the Hughes lake house have always been the highlight of my year. lazy mornings, afternoons on the boat, evenings spent in front of a blazing bonfire, and nights of joking around with close friends; i can’t think of anything better. this is the sixth year in a row that i’ve spent with my best friend and his family. despite being the same age as the middle Hughes brother, the oldest, Quinn, and i have been best friends for six years and counting. he’s both my best friend and my brother figure in one package.

his brother, Jack however, is another story. the entire time i’ve been friends with Quinn, Jack has been the main subject of my daydreams. at first i thought i was just projecting, as my favorite romance trope has always been ‘best friends brother’, but after so many years, i’ve realized that i do actually really like him. he’s sweet, and funny, and attractive, and an all around amazing guy. like when i first moved to New Jersey to work as a media intern for the Devils and Jack immediately stepped in and showed me all the best places in town and told me i can call him if i ever need anything. however, i’ve accepted my role as Quinn’s annoyingly clingy best friend, and it’s a role i’m willing to accept.

“y/n! you gonna play strip truth or dare with us?” Trevor asks.

“why do you guys wanna see each other naked?” i question, eyeing the boys sat around the campfire. but then it dawns on me. “oh. you wanna see me naked.”

they all laugh as Quinn comes walking back outside from getting a new beer.

“what did i miss?” he asks me as he reclaims his seat to my left.

“they tried to get me naked.” i joke, but apparently Quinn doesn’t find it very funny.

“what?” he says. “hey! keep your dicks in your pants. none of you are seeing my best friend naked!”

they all chuckle before starting new conversations amongst each other.

“Quinny, your big brother side is showing.” i laugh.

“brother?” Jack chimes in from his spot on my right. “you want Quinn to be your brother? i think i can arrange that.”

“and how are you gonna do that?” i question.

“by making him your brother-in-law.” he says.

“are you flirting with me right now?” i ask, equal parts confused and intrigued.

“have been for the last 6 years, thanks for finally noticing.” he turns in his seat and gives me a cocky smirk, raising an eyebrow as he sips his beer.

“huh?”

“y/n is oblivious when it comes to flirting, Jack.” Quinn jokes.

“i feel like i should be offended.” i say, but my words go ignored.

“i can’t even tell you how many times we’ve been at a bar together and guys will come up and quite obviously be flirting with her and she just thinks that they’re being nice.” Quinn laughs.

“it’s cute.” Jack looks over at me. “i’ve been flirting with you the entire time i’ve known you and you really just never realized it until now.”

“i thought it was all in my head.” i admit, shrugging. “that i was seeing things just because i wanted to see them.”

Jack leans over the side of his chair and crooks his finger at me to signal for me to do the same. i glance over to Quinn but find him in a conversation with Cole, so i turn back and lean towards Jack. once he’s deemed that we’re close enough, his lips ghost the shell of my ear.

“so you wanted me to be flirting with you?” he whispers. “did you think about me kissing you too?”

i swallow a lump in my throat as he pulls back just enough to look in my eyes. i part my lips, but nothing comes out, so i settle for a nod. he uses his index finger to clutch under my chin, pulling my face even closer.

“like this?”

he gives me no time to think before his lips press against mine. it takes me a couple seconds to unfreeze but my lips start moving against his. his tongue pushes past my lips, exploring against my own before he pulls away, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth, letting it go and pop back into place.

“dude, what the hell?” Quinn asks from behind me.

“you gave me permission.” Jack replies, looking at him.

“i gave you permission to date her, not make out with her right in front of me!”

-

-

-

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #faithlynn’s 500 celly! #faithlynn’s writings <3 #nj devils #nhl imagine #nhl blurb

[vanossfan10]

RWBY: Jaune Arc Mandalorian AU: Jaune’s Starfighter

**During the last Two Years at Beacon, Jaune and his friends all got along he managed to have a very loving relationship with Yang and the two Teams became power houses after their first year, but on one night they played Truth or Dare Jaune Revealed in a Truth he has a Starfighter to help him go earn some cash from bounties in space given to him by his Bounty Hunter Mentor; Boba Fett.**

(Night of the ToD game night)

Ruby: BULLSHIT! I call BULL!! SHIT!!

Yang: Ruby! Language! I’m sure Jaune is just joking

Jaune: who said I was?

Yang:…huh?!….

Teams RWBY & (J)NPR: ………EEEEHHHH!?!?!……

They all yelled in shock and saw that he wasn’t joking at all.

**The very next morning he took Team RWBY and his own team down to Ozpin private landing bay for Beacon where bullhead ships were kept, they all soon saw a ship that was covered in a large grey tarp and once they walked over to it Jaune grabbed the tarp and revealed his Starfighter.**

Ruby:…oh wow…(eyes shine and she begins to drool)…

Weiss: mhm this is quite a spectacle~

Blake: I mean I’ve read these in science fiction books but never thought I’d see one in person

Yang: that’s fucking hot babe~💕

Pyrrha: Jaune you always continue to surprise us

Nora: I WANNA RIDE IT! I WANNA RIDE IT! I WANNA RIDE IT! AND I WANNA BLOW STUFF UP WITH IT!!!

Ren: Nora No! (He said trying to hold her back)

Nora: NORA YES!!

Jaune: I’ll think about it Nora, anyway this is my Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptor, years ago it was originally made for a old warrior race of people known as Jedi but they all went extinct and are only a few left in the Galaxy, as from what my mentor told me when he got this for me

Blake: your mentor got you this?

Jaune: yeah it was a gift after I completed my training, but despite it all I wear his family crest on it to show my thanks to him and to honor my mentor

**Suddenly Weiss interrupted**

Weiss: if that’s so, what’s this art piece supposed to indicate mhm~

**she said in a teasing tone as they all looked at the side of Jaune’s Starfighter wing and saw a pin up spray paint art piece of Yang**

**everyone looked at the pin up with blushes, some covered their mouths and some looked at Jaune with a cheeky smirk, but Yang mostly was looking at it in embarrassment but also a little bit happy on the inside seeing Jaune still thinking of her when he’s away**

Yang: J-Jaune WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!

Jaune: now Yang come on I can explain

Nora: so fearless leader got a sexy mascot to show off to the galaxy huh

Jaune: NORA!

Pyrrha: my goodness Jaune I didn’t think you’d do that and by yangs reaction you didn’t even get her permission, how deviant of you

Jaune: Pyrrha it’s not what y-

Yang: how could you Jaune! (She said blushing harder)

Jaune: Yang please it is just a pi

Yang: how could you get my Signature Wrong!!

RWB(Y) & JNPR:…….Huh???

**they all said in confusion**

Yang: if you wanted me to be your pin up you should have had me sign it!

Jaune:…..umm…ok I’m sorry?….I guess?

Yang: good but I’ll forgive you under one condition

Jaune: what?

Yang: if you take me for a ride in it first before everyone else

**she said tapping her fingers together and making a pouty face along while doing it**

Jaune: (Giggles) sure thing babe

**he said as he pulls her in for a kiss and her soon accepted his apology from the kiss and his promise**

Nora: can I blow up a Cabbage Stand with it now!

Ren: why a Cabbage Stand?!

Blake: you really wanna ask her that question Ren?

Nora: Well my beautiful Ren Ren, it’s because in every universe there is a Cabbage man who yells “No! My Cabbages!!” It’s a universal thing Ren Ren~💕

Ren: What?

Nora: I WANNA BLOW SHIT UP!!

Ruby: ME TOO!! I WANNA BLOW SHIT UP!!

Ren: NORA NO!!!

Yang: RUBY LANGUAGE!!

Fin

#crossover #rwby #rwby jaune #star wars #vanossfan10 #mandalorian jaune au #rwby au #jaune arc #crossover au #rwby dragonslayer #jaune x yang #yang xiao long #blake bellodona #weiss schnee #rwby ruby #ruby rose #rwby yang #rwby weiss #rwby blake #team rwby #team jnpr #rwby pyrrha #rwby nora #rwby ren #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #Youtube

[rynwritesstuff]

Adam Driver Character Masterlist - rynwritesstuff

Hello! Welcome to my Adam Driver Character masterlist! 

Before continuing, please keep in mind that this is an 18+ blog! My content is not written for readers under the age of 18. 

Below the cut you will find: Fluff, smut, headcanons, blurbs, and other writings that have to do with Adam’s wonderful characters.

My requests are currently: CLOSED

This masterlist will be updated as often as possible.

Last masterlist update: 8-13-2023

(Smut or NSFW content will be indicated by an asterisk!)

Kylo Ren

Oneshots/Blurbs The Red Means ‘I Love You’ - Some good ol’ hate-fucking.* Kylo giving reader his cape Trying to get Kylo to bake with you Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member Kylo injuring the reader “I want you to be more gentle tonight.”* “I learned to love you.” + “Nobody can compare to you.” “I’ve never done something like this before.”* Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo My Favorite Flavor - Vampire!Kylo Sex with Medieval!Kylo * Wasteland Baby - Kylo surviving TROS Mine / Yours - The development of yours and Kylo’s sexual relationship * Willow - Pirate!Kylo Ren admires the sunset (and other beautiful things.) Willow - Part II - Pirate!Kylo Ren takes you in his quarters. * No Way to Say ‘Goodbye’ - Waking up with Kylo.

Charlie Barber

Oneshots/Blurbs Illicit Affairs - The aftermath of you telling Charlie that you love him. Sex with Daddy!Charlie* “Does this feel good?” “No, I still feel like shit.”* Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. Needy reader “I’m not jealous.”* Break My Heart Again - “It must be nice to love someone who lets you break them twice.” Mine, Mine, Mine - You and Charlie have sex after a waiter hits on you. * Crazy In Love - Movie Director!Charlie and reader have sex after a movie premiere.* Enjoying a New Years’ Eve getaway with Charlie*

Clyde Logan

Oneshots/Blurbs “I can’t believe you’re mine.”  Hay ride Yours and Clyde’s daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. “I’m not wearing any underwear. I thought you’d like to know.”* Disciplining his daughter Pregnancy sex * Car Wash - Thirsting over your fiance. * Cuddling/A quiet night at home

Flip Zimmerman

Oneshots/Blurbs “I think I’m in love with you.” “I need you to fuck me into oblivion.”* Keeping reader warm Flip being possessive Camping Possessive!Flip eats you out * Let It Snow! - Having sex with Flip in his family cabin.* Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip * Flip seeing reader’s breasts for the first time* Moving in with Flip* Asking Flip to be more dominant with you*

Headcanons Losing your virginity to Flip * Flip saying ‘I love you’ for the first time

Paterson

Oneshots/Blurbs Pussy is God - Sub!Paterson *

Pale

Oneshots/Blurbs Taking Pale to the carnival

Maurizio Gucci

Oneshots/Blurbs Celebrating reader’s birthday on a private yacht Falling in love at first sight “Want me to model these for you?” “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” Jealousy Bellissima - Reuniting with Maurizio in a hotel room. *

rynwritesstuff - 2023

#rynwritesstuff #rynwritesstuff masterlist #masterlist #kylo ren #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x yn #medieval!kylo ren x reader #kylo ren angst #star wars #star wars characters #star wars character #Star Wars Fic #charlie barber #charlie barber fic #daddy!charlie #charlie barber angst #charlie barber x reader #Clyde logan #clyde logan headcanons #clyde logan x you #clyde logan smut #clyde logan x reader #flip Zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman x y/n #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman masterlist #Paterson

[blue-slxt]

Truth or Dare

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Okay so I've had this idea for a while, but I just had no idea how to really execute it. So huge thanks to the anon that suggested the truth or dare premise. I love you! I hope you guys enjoy this one. This is also my first time really writing Ao'nung where he's involved in the story so go easy on me lol. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Lo'ak x Ao'nung

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, P in V, Oral (F receiving), Train, Squirting, Intense Orgasms, Creampie, Alcohol, (kinda) Manipulation, I think that's it

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: A game of truth or dare takes a turn when Ao'nung confronts you about a rumor he heard.

When the Sully family first arrived on your shores, everybody was weary of them and their presence. While Jake was basically a living legend with his status as toruk makto, everybody knew that him being here meant that the sky people wouldn’t be far behind. Nevertheless, Tonowari granted them uturu. Ao’nung and Tsireya were in charge of teaching the kids everything they needed to know to live here and you would tag along since Tsireya was your best friend.

The early days were rocky to put it lightly. The Sully boys and Ao’nung had a hard time getting along, which was entirely Ao’nung’s fault with his constant and unprompted teasing. You hated that part of him.

Even though Tsireya was like a sister to you, your feelings for Ao’nung were…more complicated. You had a crush on him for years, but you couldn’t deny that he had some irritating qualities about him. Usually, he only acted like that when he was with his friends. It was like he felt the need to show off for them. It was exhausting. And right around that time was when you started to actually take notice of the Sully brothers. They were so different from everything that you had grown up with. Their skin was a darker shade of blue, their frames were much more slim to help them maneuver through the forest more efficiently, thin tails, amber eyes, completely braided hair instead of any loose curls, and no tattoos to be seen.

Your curiosity had been piqued already by just their physical appearance. But as you got to know them, your interest grew. Neteyam was charming and traditional. He took training very seriously and you would often try to get him to loosen up and have a little fun. Lo’ak on the other hand was full of surprises. He was funny and adventurous. You enjoyed spending time with them.

Over the last couple of years that they’ve lived here, you’ve all grown close, even with Ao’nung. The Sully kids adapted to your ways quickly and they’ve become upstanding, respected members of the clan.

Tonight, you are all sitting around a fire on the beach drinking like you would do often when you all had some free time. You all laugh and joke and talk for hours under the night sky. Eventually Kiri announces that she’s ready to turn in for the night and Tsireya follows suit behind her leaving you alone with Ao’nung, Neteyam, and Lo’ak. The precarious position you’re in right now is lost on you, but not Ao’nung. He sees this as the perfect opportunity to have a little fun with you.

“How about we play a game?” he suggests with a sly grin.

You raise an eyebrow at him since suggesting games wasn’t usually his thing, but you were curious to see where this was going. “What game?” “Truth or Dare.”

“Alright, who wants to go first?” you ask.

You all shift your gazes around at each other for a second before Lo’ak decides to raise his hand and volunteer.

“Okay, Lo’ak, truth or dare?”

“Truth, hit me with your best shot.” He turns his nose up showing off his confidence in his choice.

You try to think of a good question to ask him, “Are you a virgin?” You’re not sure why that was the question that came to mind, but you put it out there now so you have to stand by it.

“Nope.” He winks at you when he answers and Neteyam swats his arm to tell him to behave.

“No real surprise there, I guess” you say about to take another sip of your drink.

“Guess you would know, huh?” you hear Ao’nung mumble next to you.

You turn to look at him with a questioning look, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I mean, guys talk. And I’ve heard a thing or two about you is all.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly while Neteyam and Lo’ak watch on.

“Alright, my turn to ask. Truth or dare?” Lo’ak asks you.

“Truth.” “So is it true? What all the guys say about you?” Neteyam hits Lo’ak again. He can’t believe that Lo’ak would actually ask you such a thing.

You don’t take any offence to the question, though. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” you laugh a little to yourself taking another swig of your drink.

“I would, actually.” Ao’nung speaks up. “See, I think you’re all talk. And the stories I’ve heard? I think they’re just that, stories. There’s no way you’d be able to handle a real pounding.” Ao’nung knew exactly what he was doing. He was challenging you. Testing you to see how far you’d go to prove him wrong. He’s always known how to manipulate you into doing what he wanted. And you weren’t stupid. You could recognize the manipulation from a mile away. But you could never stop yourself from playing right into his schemes. And this time would be no different.

“Please, I could take all 3 of you if I wanted.” You scoff. You’re mostly bluffing, but you’re feeling emboldened by the alcohol. Your words make Neteyam choke a little on his drink across from you.

Ao’nung leans closer to your face with a devilish look, “Prove it, then. I dare you.”

Your jaw clenches while you mentally wrestle with yourself. Were you really about to do this? Just to prove a point? What point were you even trying to actually prove? But you didn’t want to back out now. Fuck it.

“Fine. Who wants to go first?” You look between the three of them and each of them have a different expression on their faces. Neteyam looks borderline horrified at the suggestion. Lo’ak is in disbelief. And Ao’nung looks smug as hell. “I’ll do it. Doubt you’ll actually see it through though” he taunts. He stands to undo his loincloth while you do the same.

Neteyam and Lo’ak are wide-eyed at the scene unfolding front of them. “Bro, is this for real?” Neteyam leans over and asks Lo’ak not fully believing what he’s witnessing. “Bro, I sure hope it is.”

You lie on your back and let your knees fall open to expose your glistening cunt. Ao’nung has a quick flash of amazement run across his face before he replaces it with his signature sly grin. “So wet already. Is that all for me?” he teases while rubbing his tip through your slick.

“You wish. This is for our audience.” You retort and shoot a wink to the two brothers watching in disbelief. Both of their faces are flushed, but Lo’ak’s eyes are already staring at you full of lust. Your eyes snap back to Ao’nung when he starts to sink into you.

Your mouth falls open feeling the way he stretches you. Truth was, you had only had sex once before. It was stupid and didn’t last that long and you both agreed to not tell anybody about it. Clearly, you were the only one that held up your end of the agreement and that’s part of the reason you’re even in this situation right now.

Ao’nung was much bigger than the other guy and the fullness makes tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes, but you fight to hold them back. By the time he bottoms out inside of you, your fingers are digging into the sand beneath you trying to steady yourself while you adjust to his intruding size.

“Damn, so fucking tight. You sure you’re not a virgin?” he’s trying to tease you, but you can see how his breathing starts to stagger. He sets a slow pace steadily thrusting into your heat. Your eyes close feeling his hips roll into yours. The pain quickly subsided and left only pleasure in its wake. Soft moans leave your lips feeling how he grazes your sweet spot. You lock your legs around his waist pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Oh fuck, right there.”

Ao’nung can’t take the sound of your voice. It’s driving him crazy to watch the way his cock sinks into you over and over again. He had secretly wanted this for so long. To have you right now, hair splayed out, eyes rolling back, and sweet moans leaving your mouth, it’s more than he can bear. He buries his face in your neck breathing in your scent and letting it cloud his senses.

You look over at Neteyam and Lo’ak relishing in the feeling of being watched. Neteyam has a hard time holding his eyes on you, but Lo’ak is completely tuned in and stroking himself through his loincloth. His eyes don’t leave you for a second. Something about knowing that he’s watching you be used and knowing that he’s touching himself just dying to be inside of you turns you on even more. It makes the growing knot in your stomach tighten even more, just seconds away from snapping. “Oh shit…I’m gonna cum.”

Ao’nung sits up on his knees and throws your legs on his shoulders to angle your hips up and drill directly into your sweet spot. “Ah!..Ao’nung ha-ah….I’m cumming!” your head falls back and your hands desperately search for something to grab onto while your first orgasm washes over you. Ao’nung grunts above you feeling how your walls clench him even tighter and now he’s nearing his own high.

Once you ride out your high, he pulls out of you and strokes himself over you until he cums on your stomach. It’s hot and thick, but the feeling grounds you back into reality. Both of your chests are heaving trying to catch your breath.

You look up at him while he’s composing himself, “Told you.”

He chuckles lowly, “Don’t start talking shit just yet. You still have 2 more to go.” He grabs his loincloth and starts to redo it.

Lo’ak practically jumps from his place in the sand. He’s been eager to get his turn since you first agreed. It was almost painful how hard he was. He unties his loincloth and even you can notice how big your eyes get. His cock springs to life already rock hard and oozing precum. The length and girth are completely different from Metkayina men. Suddenly one of your friends’ words make sense to you now. ‘It’s always the skinny ones that surprise you.’ Guess she wasn’t joking.

He watches your face in amusement. He knew he was blessed and he had no intention of being humble about it.

“Alright, how do you want m—”

Before you can finish your thought, Lo’ak had already flipped you over and hoisted your hips up into the air. “Just like that.” His hands slide up and down your thick thighs and his calloused fingers grip the plush of your ass. He grips and spreads and smacks just relishing in the view of your arousal dripping down your legs. He feels like his head is spinning.

You prepare yourself for him to enter you, but instead, he uses his tongue and licks one long stripe from your clit up to your dripping hole and tongue fucks you. Now, this was a completely new sensation. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before and it was like heaven. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

Little squeals and mewls fall from your mouth while his tongue pokes and prods inside of you. His hands continue exploring your ass and spreading you open even more for easier access.

Once he’s had his fill, he sits up on his knees and aligns himself with your hole. You feel the tip poke at your entrance and suddenly there’s lightning shooting through you as he rams his entire length into you at once.

He gives you no real time to adjust as he starts pounding into you. “Shit, man you weren’t kidding. She is fucking tight.” He’s pulled into a trance watching the way your ass bounces back against his hips. Your moans are loud and shameless. He reaches a new depth that feels like he’s poking into your stomach. It’s almost too much, but when you look over at Ao’nung and Neteyam, the way Neteyam starts to bite his lip listening to you and Ao’nung is casually stroking himself watching you, you can’t even be bothered to think about anything else but how much you want them to watch you more.

“Haah…more! More Lo’ak!” you breathlessly plead. Your body starts to move on its own throwing your hips back into him to meet his thrusts. You’re trying to push him even deeper into you which would normally hurt, but in the fog of your desire, it gives you nothing but satisfaction.

Lo’ak leans forward and reaches around to start rubbing messy circles on your clit. “Ah! Fuck!” The stimulation makes your whole lower body feel like electricity.

“Yeah, cum on that dick. Just like that.” His breath is hot against the shell of your ear and your body starts to shake under the force of your second orgasm. It’s too much to contain and you can feel an even more intense feeling taking over you right at the very peak. “Shit shit shit!” You have no time to get any more words out before you squirt all over Lo’ak’s lower body and hand. His fingers on your clit rub back and forth spraying your juices everywhere while he still pounds into you chasing his own high. “Ah! Lo-ak! Fuck!” Hearing how your voice calls out his name pushes him over the edge. He quickly pulls out of you at the last second and pumps his fist up and down his shaft until his hot cum spills onto your back.

Your legs finally give way and you fall into the sand. Lo’ak stands and pulls his loincloth back on. A dull ache starts to settle in your core from all the abuse it’s taken, but you harden your resolve knowing that there was still one more. You all turn to look at Neteyam and his face flushes feeling put on the spot. If you were being totally transparent, Neteyam was the one you were most curious about. Unlike most men his age, he didn’t go around bragging about his size or his sexual conquests. He has always been more reserved when it came to that kind of stuff. He was a wild card. You didn’t really know what to expect from him.

“Come on, bro. You’ve got to. Swear you won’t regret it.” Lo’ak says lightly slapping his shoulder.

He hesitates and stumbles over his words trying to pick whatever he feels like is the right answer. While he speaks, you notice the huge bulge under his loincloth. You muster all the strength you can find in your body and crawl over to him slow and sensually. His eyes lock on you and he watches as you get right between his legs and play with the knot on the waistband of his cloth. “Come on ‘Teyam. Come play with me.”

He swallows hard while you untie his loincloth and free his throbbing cock. His size may be the most impressive. It’s similar to Lo’ak, but slightly skinnier and about an inch longer. Your subconscious panics a little thinking about how it was going to fit inside of you. Lo’ak was already crowding your cervix when he was inside of you, but your conscious mind has already decided that you’re just going to have to make it fit.

Your hand strokes his dick experimentally watching his expression intently. He holds your gaze while his breathing gets quicker. The two of you don’t say a word, but your eyes say everything. You silently ask him if he’s okay with this and tell him it’s fine if he’s not. But he gives you the go ahead to continue finally giving in.

You carefully straddle his lap and grind your cunt against him and coat him in your slick and the remnants of your last orgasm. His hands rest on your hips while you grind on him. “We’ll just take it easy, okay?” you say gently to him and he nods.

You lift your hips and catch his tip right on your entrance. You lower yourself down on him slowly to help ease him into it, but also because your hole is so worn out from the previous beatings and you need to take his size slowly. Inch by inch he reaches deeper and deeper into you until you could swear he’s knocking on the bottom of your lungs. It’s almost hard to even breathe by the time you make it all the way down. He watches your face trying to make sure that you’re okay and he’s not hurting you. You have to bite your lip to hold back the soft sobs that want to escape from the twinge of pain. You just have to push past this discomfort and then it’ll be fine. That’s how it goes. Slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth on top of him. From the way Neteyam’s eyebrows knit together, you can tell he feels good and that helps you to relax and start to feel good too. You guide his hands to grip your ass, “It’s okay” you whisper to him. You let his hands grip you and lead your hips to where it feels best for him. Soon, he starts to let his hips buck up into you and it’s overwhelming. “Haah…oh fuck Neteyam…” your head feels dizzy while he strokes up into you. He’s much more gentle than Ao’nung or Lo’ak and, for now, you thank Eywa for that. Your hands grip his braids and hold his head close to your chest where Neteyam kisses and licks and sucks on every single inch of skin he can see. His big arms completely wrap around your waist to hold you in place while he ruts into you faster and harder.

“Shit, just look at how good she takes it. Maybe those rumors are true.” Lo’ak says to Ao’nung somewhere behind you. You almost forgot you had an audience and the thought of them watching as your ass bounces up and down on Neteyam’s dick sends you into a frenzy. Moans and curses weave together as they leave your mouth losing yourself on top of Neteyam. He lets out low, guttural groans feeling your heat hugging around him perfectly. Even in his best dreams, he hasn’t imagined you feeling this good. And he dreamed about it a lot. 

That knot is growing in your stomach again and it’s back with a vengeance. “’Teyam, I-I’m gonna cum!”

“Shit, me too.”

You cling onto him for dear life trying to chase that high. You don’t bother to get off of him when he says he’s going to cum. All that matters is reaching that euphoria. When the knot snaps, it breaks with the force of a typhoon. Your mind goes completely blank and your vision spots with white dots, but your body moves on autopilot still rising and sinking on his cock. “Hng..shit..” Neteyam can’t hold off his own release anymore with the way your walls are squeezing him and he spills everything he has inside of you.

The fire in your core damn near sends you over the edge again, but you finally feel yourself fall back into your body as you come down.

Both of you are sweaty and clinging onto one another while your minds clear the lustful stupor you both got caught up in.

Neteyam helps lift your hips up just high enough so that he can pull out of you. The emptiness makes you wince, but you’re relieved. You fall back into the sand and stare up at the sky while the night’s events race through your head.

Ao’nung slow claps off to the side of you. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be able to do it, but I’ll concede. You proved me wrong.”

Bullshit. He never cared about being proven wrong or right. And you knew that, but you couldn’t find it in you to give a damn.

A wide smile split your face and you turn your head to look at him.

“We should play this again some time.”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #avatar fic #awow #neteyam x na'vi!reader #atwow #atwow neteyam #avatar twow #avatar neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak #loak #loak x reader #loak smut #loak sully #atwow loak #loak fic #avatar loak #loak fanfiction #aoung smut #avatar smut #neteyam smut #aonung x fem!reader #aoung x reader #aonung imagine #aonung #awow neteyam

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Stable Girl: Finale

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

chapter rating: M (mild descriptions of gore, death, grief, depression, a happy ending of course)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: oh my goodness! what a fun time it’s been writing this story. this was my first joel work i’ve created so it’ll always hold a special place in my heart, but i’m so so so excited for all the Joel content to come in the new year. thank you so much for the love on this story and all my stories. you make my world brighter. i love you all!

series masterlist

Over the last forty or so years of his life, Joel Miller had become quite close acquaintances with death. It was the most sure thing he ever knew—until he rode into Jackson and met you.

His first meeting with death was when he was ten. Butch, Joel’s childhood shepherd, had been adopted by his parents only weeks before his birth, allowing the pair to grow up together, in a way. The two were thick as thieves. Wherever Joel went, Butch was sure to follow, leading his parents to nickname their son “Sundance”—an ode to Joel’s favorite Western.

“Butch and Sundance were at it again,” his mother would lament after the duo would return from an afternoon of playing outside covered in dirt and scrapes. “Boys’ll be boys,” his father would respond, no doubt flipping back in time to relive his own memories from boyhood.

When Butch got sick, it tore Joel to pieces. On one hand, it was a fast death—Butch passing in his sleep as Joel held onto him for dear life, his tears falling onto the pup’s fur.

But while the death was quick, the grieving was anything but.

Joel didn’t go outside to play for at least six months afterwards, choosing to shut himself away in his bedroom and practice his guitar instead. It took nearly a year until he resembled the boy his parents knew and missed, but even then, for the rest of his life, whenever he saw a dog, all he could see was Butch.

His next meeting with death was shocking and sudden, his heart and mind taking weeks to accept that the event truly happened.

When Joel was twenty-one, Sarah was four, and Tommy was eighteen, his parents passed away in a car accident—another quick death that was followed by insurmountable grief. This time, Joel was too busy being a father and an older brother to process anything, his responsibilities preventing him from locking himself away in a room to come to terms with it.

If he were being truthful with himself, he still hadn’t dared to touch that wound.

And his third encounter with death…

Joel didn’t like to talk about his third encounter with death.

After losing Sarah, every life lost, every death, simply felt like a reunion with an old and loyal friend. Every kill, every loss, none of it affected him for a long time. Until he found Ellie, then you, and now the family you so generously chose to give him.

Death was no longer a friend. Now, he was an enemy that Joel Miller feared more than anything. In fact, it may have been the only thing he feared.

“Check over there! Thought I heard somethin’ move.” Joel called out into the cold night, his horse trotting slowly up a hill while he scanned his surroundings with a flashlight. Tommy and a few other rangers were out with him searching for Matthew, or at least the supplies he’d stolen. They’d searched for at least five miles, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, Joel?” Tommy shouted from across the snowy hill. “I think we found him.”

“You think?” Joel asked with a quirked eyebrow, changing course to join his brother who stood about a hundred feet away, shining his flashlight into a ditch.

When he arrived to where the small search party had all gathered, Joel hopped off his horse and walked over to the ditch, sighing at the sight of Sunshine’s brother bloodied and torn to shreds by infected. Though he was used to such gruesome scenes, he couldn’t bear to look at Matthew’s body for too long, thoughts of having to tell Sunshine consuming him.

“What do you think she’d want us to do with his body? Burn it, bring it back to Jackson?” Tommy asked in as gentle a voice as he could muster, watching as Joel slowly made his way back to his horse.

“I don’t…it ain’t the kind of thing we talk about, Tommy.” Joel sighed, clicking his tongue at his horse, Callus. “Burn it, bury it…don’t matter. Her brother is dead and I gotta be the one to tell her.”

“Joel,” Tommy tried to call out but Joel and Callus were soon flying through the woods to get back home, his eyes staying vigilant now that he knew infected were very recently in the area. The last thing he needed was for you to lose a brother and a partner tonight.

Paul was the one to greet him at the gate, their typical short exchange made even shorter by Joel’s refusal to stop at the stables, bending the rules in order to get home faster.

From the living room window, Joel could see you laying on your back on the sofa, reading a book to his children, both babies asleep on your chest. Though the moment looked tender, he knew your mind was a flurry of anxious thoughts and fears. He felt a pang in his chest as he realized he would have to be the one to worsen your mood even further, but at least he was here. At least he could hold you through it.

“Hey,” he exhaled as he stepped through the door, keeping his voice low as to not wake the twins.

“Joel,” you seemed to breathe properly for the first time in hours, Joel’s face soothing all of the sickening anxiety and concern away. He walked over and grabbed Luna off of your chest, carefully resting her to lay against his as he carried her on one hip. You stood up with Lucas and did the same, the two of you keeping as quiet as could while walking them upstairs to their bedroom. Once the babies were in their cribs and fast asleep, Joel walked you back downstairs with his hand in yours.

Something was off about him. He was too quiet, too stiff, too…scared? Why did he look scared?

“Joel, what’s wrong?” You finally broke, keeping your voice soft but the concern in it was obvious.

“Come sit down with me,” he husked as he walked you to the couch, pulling you down onto his lap so that he could hug you close. Your brows furrowed as he rested his cheek against your chest and squeezed you, your hand reaching to scratch at his scalp. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You asked, your voice hardly a whisper.

“Your brother, baby, he, uh…” Joel took in a deep breath as he lifted his head from your chest to look into your eyes. “Infected got to him.”

“What?” She asked with a disbelieving skeptical chuckle, though there was no trace of humor on her face.

“He’s gone, baby,” Joel exhaled, his chest tight as he watched you come to terms with the news, his eyes able to spot all the emotions that came with a loss like this—emotions he’d known so well. Your throat seemed to be swelling, your thick swallows inability to verbalize even a sound giving you away. Your stunned eyes welled with tears, eyelashes blinking them away until they fell down your cheeks. “I am so sorry.”

“Matthew’s dead?” You asked again in pure disbelief, standing up and cupping your hands over your face as you paced around the living room. Joel leaned his elbows on his knees as he watched you, unsure of what to say. “I can’t believe this…I…am so mad at him!”

Joel nodded at you as you finally dropped your hands, looking at him with a scowl.

“Why did he have to do that? He could’ve been happy here! He could’ve found love and settled down and—but he chose that ending!” You ranted and Joel listened patiently even though your volume was too loud, but he didn’t dare silence you. With a sob finally breaking from your chest, you covered your face and rushed to where he sat, straddling his lap as you shook with emotion. Joel held you close, stroking the back of your head with one hand, your fave buried in his neck, and using the other to rub circles on your back. “I just wanted him to find peace.”

“I know,” he cooed, resting his head against yours as he held you. “He’s at peace now.”

“Do you believe that?” You lifted your head to look at him, studying the hesitancy in his hazel eyes.

“I try to,” he whispered.

You hugged him close again, needing his warmth to soothe the ache that filled every single dark corner of your soul with grief. Your mind and body couldn’t understand this sort of loss—it didn’t know what to do with it. It seemed the only thing you could do was cry, so that’s what you did.

All night.

All week.

All year.

November 25th, 2038

“Hey, El,” Joel called out into the busy house as he held Luna on his hip, Tommy’s family over for Thanksgiving. Ellie walked in with a two-year old Lucas on her hip.

“What’s up?”

“I need to go upstairs. Could ya watch Lulu?” He asked with a calm urgency, Ellie nodding in response. Joel set his daughter down and mumbled a thanks before rushing up the stairs to his bedroom where you were getting changed out of your messy cooking clothes into a nicer set. With a knock on the door, he cracked it open and saw you sitting on the floor, silently crying as you held an Arizona keychain Matthew had found and gifted you ten Christmases ago. “Baby…”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, wiping your face before stuffing the keychain back in a wooden box full of momentos. You stood up and shoved it back in the dark corner of the closet before turning to him.

“Hey, stop. Why are you apologizin’?” He rushed to you and cradled your face in his big, rough hands, his thumbs wiping the tears that remained on your cheeks away.

“I wanted today to be happy…and I fucked it up.”

“No, you did not.” He lovingly scolded, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’re allowed to grieve, baby.”

“I know, but…I just wanted one day where I’m normal again. Where I can pretend to be normal with all of you and instead I’m up here crying on the floor,” you almost whined, leaning your head onto his collarbone as you hugged him close. Joel kissed the side of your head as he swayed you back and forth, his hand rubbing your back.

“You’re with family, darlin’…you don’t gotta pretend to be anything. We all love you here.” His voice did so much to soothe you that for a minute you wondered if he had a secret superpower he hadn’t told you about. You lifted your head and nodded at him, allowing yourself to buy into what he was telling you. With his thumb stroking over your cheek, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “Come on, the Turkey’s almost done.”

“Okay,” you slid your hand in his and allowed him to walk you downstairs to join the rest of the family.

“Mama!” Lucas called out as soon as he saw you, squirming in Maria’s lap to get down so that he could run to you. Your smile was genuine as you scooped up your son and placed a kiss onto his cheek. “Mama, I hung-y.”

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you informed as you walked further into the room, Joel’s hand resting on the small of your back as he followed you to the couch. He was the first to sit down and to save room on the singular sofa, you sat on his lap with your son on yours.

For a minute, you could see everyone trying to figure out something to say to you. You didn’t blame them for it, after all, you’d pretty much disappeared besides fulfilling your duties at the stables and taking care of your family. There wasn’t much to talk about because they didn’t really know much about you anymore. You didn’t know much about you anymore.

“Vivi was doing great at her horse riding lessons last week,” you started, taking the burden off their shoulders.

“Really?” Tommy chuckled, looking at his daughter who was sat on the floor with Ellie and Luna, playing with some building blocks Joel had made her. “She came home begging us to not make her go again because the horse ‘didn’t like’ her.”

“Well, Snow doesn’t like anybody,” you chuckled. “But they were doing good with each other.”

Another awkward silence passed over the room but was thankfully interrupted by the bell going off on the oven.

“Turkey’s done,” Joel tapped your hip and you stood up, choosing to walk with him, your son still perched on your hip.

“It’s so awkward,” you whispered to him in a whine as he pulled the turkey out. “They don’t know what to say to me. I feel like a sad little alien.”

“No,” he was quick to shake his head as he set the turkey down on the stovetop, peeling off his oven mitts and setting them down on the counter. “They just don’t wanna say the wrong thing, is all.”

“I know,” you sighed and leaned over to peck your sons cheek again out of a need for comfort. “I wish everyone didn’t see me as this fragile thing.”

“I’ll…try and start the conversation, then.” You guffawed at his proposition, watching as he gave you a playfully narrowed look. “What? I know how to keep a conversation goin’.”

“You? Joel Miller? Baby, you’re great at a lot of things, but small talk has never been one of them,” you reached to stroke his beard, earning a chuckle.

“Well, for you I’ll try,” he promised, pinching your chin before turning to the turkey and clapping his hands. “Alright, let’s get carvin’.”

In fairness, Joel had turned out to be quite the conversationalist when he put his mind to it.

As the family sat around the table eating the small feast that you, Joel, and Maria had helped whip up, there was no more awkward silences. Joel kept the conversation going with stories from his childhood, Tommy eager to chime in with his side of each story. Eventually, Maria started to share some of her own memories of holidays pre-outbreak before eagerly turning to you with a smile.

“What about you? Did your family have any holiday traditions?” You sucked in a breath as you cut up the twins food into more manageable bites.

“Uh, I was a little too young to remember much of it, I think,” your eyes flickered to Joel who was already looking at you. He cleared his throat before changing the subject to football, the Miller boys and their father sitting down in front of the TV every thanksgiving with round bellies and heavy-lidded eyes, watching the game.

“Tommy always passed out before halftime,” Joel added with a chuckle, his brother throwing a piece of stuffing across the table at him.

“And you were asleep by the third quarter.”

“I remember my dad and Matthew used to watch the game every year,” you spoke up, causing every set of eyes to turn to you. Joel gave you an encouraging nod as you looked at him, his boot touching yours beneath the table.

“Who was his team?” Tommy asked as he lifted his glass to his lips.

“The Cowboys,” you answered with a shrug. “I don’t know anything about football besides that people either love them or hate them.”

“Well, you’ll find you’re amongst friends,” Tommy gestured between himself and Joel. “We’re Texans, after all.”

“Well,” Joel interjected, earning an eyebrow raise from both you and Tommy.

“Well what? You jumped ship in the twenty-three years since football ended?” Maria asked with a chuckle.

“I’ve never been a Cowboys fan,” he chuckled his response, glancing between each shocked face. “I’m a Texans fan! Tommy, you know that.”

“No the hell I didn’t.”

“So wait—there’s a Texas based football team called the Cowboys, and then there’s another Texas based football team called the Texans?” Ellie asked with a confused look.

“Yes,” Joel and Tommy answered simultaneously.

“Well that seems like an oversight in planning.” She commented, earning a laugh from you. Everyone at the table looked stunned for a moment at the sound before easing into it and joining you.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like things were normal again. You felt like things would be okay. And while that sounded like very little to ask for, to you—in this world—it was everything.

After locating the football he’d found a few month back while on a supply run, Joel and Tommy attempted to show Ellie and Vivienne how to play football out in the snowy back yard. You sat by the fire with a big blanket wrapped around you, the twins upstairs taking a post-dinner nap.

“Tommy’s gonna throw his damn back out,” Maria lamented as she sat down beside you with a spare glass of wine in hand, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you accepted it and took a swig of the dark red liquid. “Joel’s so sure he’s still a thirty year old. Poor guy is gonna be in pain in the morning.”

“Those Miller boys,” she sighed with a chuckle. A moment of comfortable silence passed over the two of you as you watched Tommy try and fail to tackle his older brother, earning a playful shove into the snow. “Are you doing okay? I know it’s not an easy thing to talk about, but…I just want you to know that I’m here. I know what it’s like to lose a sibling like that. And…I’m here. That’s all.”

“It’s so strange to describe to other people, you know? Even to Joel,” you paused, basking in the sight of the love of your life laughing with his head tipped back as Ellie tackled Tommy into the snow. “It’s not even about me being sad that he’s gone—he was an ass. But he was also the only thing I had left from the world before all of this.” You gestured around. “You asked me earlier about my family’s old holiday traditions and I couldn’t remember anything. But Matthew would have.”

Maria nodded, reaching over her hand and squeezing your knee. The simple gesture was enough to have you crying again, this time out of sheer gratefulness for the family you’d stumbled onto in all this horror and strife and grief. In all of this bliss and beauty and belonging.

Joel’s head whipped over at the sound of a single sniffle, his smile fading into a look of concern for a moment before he saw it—your smile. He watched you lean over and hug Maria close, and he watched as you wipes your tears away with the heels of your palms. And when your eyes met his, he saw you for the first time in a long time. You. His Sunshine. The woman responsible for everything bright and blooming in his life. The woman he thought he might have lost to the darkness of this world, who’s light had almost gone out for good. But here you were again, beaming and warm, full of life again.

With a smile on his face, Joel walked to you, his feet moving slowly and carefully through the snow until he stood in front of where you sat, your eyes locked on his. Joel leaned down, his gloved hand cradling your jaw, his thumb stroking over your cheek, his lips close enough to feel the warmth of yours. Before he leaned in to kiss you—to show you that he missed you—you halted him with your voice.

“Thank you for the life you’ve given me,” you whispered, just for him to hear, and even then, he thought he might have imagined it. “Thank you for being my light, Joel.”

“Oh, Sunshine,” he exhaled, overwhelmed by his love for you. His lips pressed against yours, your hands resting on his head to keep him there until everyone started to boo at their display of affection. Joel pulled away with a chuckle and rested his forehead against yours. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“My cowboy,” you whispered, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“My stable girl.”

taglist: @uselsshuman @joelmillerscoffee @wildemaven @axshadows @sherala007 @browneyes-issac @kimm4710 @stxrrylunatic @sara-alonso @paulalikestuff @chxpsi @auberosier @mashomasho @harriedandharassed @trickstersp8 @trinkets01 @jlmaddinson @laureliciousdefinition @oh-no-a-whovian @buoyfriend @chorraich @extraneous-trip @oliviajdjarin @wumpsquill @love-affair-with-fandoms @graciexmarvel @amb11 @t0fudaddy @reigndropss @wondeerfull @multifand0m-gal0re @bfences @hypnoash @chronic-aly @wheresarizona @pedropascalsx @xocalliexo @myswficlist @untitledarea @lexloon @bbyanarchist @alwayslurkinginthebackground (sorry if your tag isn’t working! and let me know if you’d like to be added!)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fluff #the stable girl #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller reader insert #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #tlou joel #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction

[blingblong55]

Soon you'll get better-141

MW3

[Alternative Ending]

[My version] ---- No use of [R/N], angst? fluff? ----

A/N: this is my version of an alternative ending to MW3…so take this as my delusional headcanon...

Who knew that disarming a bomb to save millions would take a sacrifice. Certainly, Captain Price wasn't aware of this. One thing is for sure, in the job of a soldier or an SAS, Navy SEAL, or any other form of soldier one must die to keep the world at peace. One must lose so that civilians live another normal day. Not always will it be to lose a life but if you are even daring the universe, you can lose sanity before losing a friend. Task Force 141 knows this all too well now. Losing John 'Soap' MacTavish. Not the man, no…but losing the soldier in him. That is a greater loss because now, they roam those dangerous parts of the world without the other. They have been consumed by darkness. That is the truth.

Price has the gun pointed at him. So near death now, something not new to him but to be this close…it's never easy. In a flash, Soap gets up, trying to save not himself but his friend, his captain and a man he knew well. Makarov's gun doesn't have much of a hesitation when its trigger gets pulled. The bullet, that one thing that has been known to end it all by many people like Soap, now entering his body, to end his. A loud thud as what looks to be like a dead MacTavish falls. Ghost and Gaz arrive with the other team. Guns and bullets play the main role in this fight. Not always do heroes win against a villain and 141 was proof of that.

Makarov and his men leave. An escapee with promises of redemption. What a dangerous world this will be. "…one KIA," words Kate Laswell regretted on hearing. No pulse but the gloves of the lieutenant failed to find the short and very small signs the young sergeant had left in him. Crimson red laid all on the floor. Blood no one wanted to see in this lifetime but it was bound to be seen at least from one of them. Price shakes his head. "No, this can't be," he takes his gloves off and amid lost hope, that faint sign of life is there.

John 'Soap' MacTavish, pronounced KIA on a mission with the last task force he worked for. Johnny MacTavish was rushed to a private hospital. His blood is all in the hands of nurses and doctors as they try to save his life. Agents in the room per request of the CIA to ensure the young man would survive to see his homeland. No one but a handful of people would know of Johnny's well-being. His family grieved. His cousin regretted inspiring his 'little brother'.

It wasn't the world that saw 141 grieve. Not even the reflection saw the frowns and drained eyes. Makarov watched though, he saw how his, in his words, 'needed actions' made the men of Task Force 141 fly to Scottland. To play it safe, they acted. Ashes from the fireplace of the night before were laid to rest in that beautiful place. The wind, as free as could be and as Johnny yearned to be took them to a promised land. One even those alive hoped to visit. 2073521, John 'Soap' MacTavish's service number is now signed off and stamped as KIA. No longer would that soldier be a part of anything but a grave.

It's been one month since the death of Soap. Johnny is now at a small home in Scotland. Price, Gaz and Ghost all take turns to watch over the man. He is in a deep coma. The scar from the bullet is covered by a bandage. His jaw would eventually receive a new scarred look. The nurse taking care of the man, coming in and out, was checked by at least two soldiers before entering the home. The machines fill the void left by silence. Occasionally, the men would fly home in secrecy so no one would raise suspicion as to why they were in Scotland.

Well, all except one. Ghost. That man stayed awake most time and talked to Johnny as if he was awake. Johnny was like his brother Tommy. Both annoying, loud, persistent and the closest he had to normalcy. Johnny looked up to Ghost, very much like Tommy. "Lt, my lass and I are having some issues and well, how do I even apologise without saying it?" "Lt, give me a minute, let me deal with this alone first." "Yes, Lieutenant, but the joke was better in my head." "C'mon Simon, it was just a prank." "Maybe y'aren't as handsome under the mask, maybe that's why my lass is hesitant to introduce yer to that other date she wanted yer to have." From advice to humour, these two men had now formed a bond. For Ghost, it was like losing Tommy all over again.

Gaz, oh those two shared many nights on missions. Soap knew Gaz talked to fill the silence on operations. It was a way of not just burning adrenaline but also making sure his teammates were okay. Soap grew to love that about Gaz. "You have to wake up, mate…Y'know, Ghost has been talking more to us." Gaz chuckles. "I like to believe that he found a new family with us," he sighs and shakes his head. "I…I'm sorry for not being there sooner. Maybe if I…if Ghost and I would've been there sooner you and I would be on that bachelor's trip, huh," Gaz's eyes land on Johnny. His chuckle was deep with sorrow and regret. Every night, Gaz's brown eyes never failed to grow teary. All the what-ifs landed on his mind. "I…like to believe you are playing pretend so the pretty nurse keeps coming or that you are just annoyed at me and are giving me the silent treatment." In Gaz's hands, he holds Soap's dog tags.

Price was different this time. He quit smoking for some time. One thing all tough soldiers know is to understand loss. There is one reason for it, they have to get used to it. He shook his head, "It's on me, ain't sunshine." No response. Typical. It was hilarious really. Now that he needed Johnny to talk, there was no voice. Not even a scoff. "Your…lass, she uh….she has been well since we told her the news. Gaz makes sure she has support and Ghost sometimes surveillances when I tell him to go home. He thinks I don't know, but I know he never goes back to England." That stupid machine, why can't it shut up? Why can't it let Johnny speak? Damn it, damn it, curse me, haunt me for all I am worth, this all goes through the captain's head. In a sinking ship, the captain gets everyone off it and he must sink with his ship, so why couldn't Johnny let him do that?

Every night, Johnny gets new stories, well old ones, the ones Ghost lived through. Without knowledge, Johnny is getting every piece of Ghost's life story. Every time he helps with Johnny's physical therapy, Ghost complains but he also tells one fact of his young life. From his young bastard years to his recent ones.

Three hundred-sixty-nine days passed and now, Johnny is awake. He has been awake for about five minutes and at least every single second has been filled with questions, hugs, smiles and the dark jokes Ghost made. "It's an order, Johnny, you can't die on my watch." Price commands. "Aye," Johnny lets out. His hair was a bit longer now, no more mohawk, to which Ghost calls this, 'Johnny's weirdly normal self'. "At least I don't parade that shite mask around," Johnny bites back. "Oi, watch it." Ghost responds. Now, it's clearer than ever that in that year, 141 got even closer. From this day forward, the men have created a bond no man can break, not even a goddamned bullet.

It's now been three months since Johnny woke up, the men are in an operation but the nurse and Laswell stay behind. Being dead serves no good in a team anymore so now, all he does is walk, learn to move his muscles for the better and talk to a therapist. Ever since, Johnny has been dealing with his PTSD and depression. Laswell ensured the men of the team she would never lead Johnny's side because she too saw him like a little brother to her. A lethal little brother that is.

After a somewhat good operation, the three men flew back to Scotland. Laswell and Johnny greeted them with a home-cooked meal. One that Laswell's wife had to fly over for, simply because she was worried the two would not cook the meal well and because she too needed to see her wife. "Welcome home, y'shits." Johnny patted Price's shoulder. "Now we know who will be responsible for a stomach ache," Gaz comments. "Y'know, for that comment, I think I'll kick ya ass." Johnny walks to Gaz, a side hug given as both men find their brotherhood to be intact. "Do it, I'll bet on Gaz," Ghost walks past them and Johnny gives him a scoff.

As the six people sit around the campfire, Price and Laswell begin to share stories. Then Laswell's missus joins in. Gaz and Johnny follow soon. Ghost adds his humour now and then. Beers, laughter, the night sky, the warmth and sense of belonging, all coming to Johnny. He looks around, his arm draped on Gaz's shoulder. This is the kind of relief that is needed after a hell of a life. "It was confidential, Laswell," Price's voice was low. The two women laugh and it gets followed by the other men. It wasn't until sunrise that they all decided to pause the conversation and talk it over lunch.

It was maybe cruel how they ended up on a beautiful grassy hill in Scotland but the fact that after years of ache, blood and betrayal they all got to sit down was where beauty is found. If Johnny doesn't feel lucky, he should know, that to get to this moment, he lived in the dark and now happily lives in the light. The grasslands, all to prove it. Soon, he'll be better and John 'Johnny' MacTavish, will run along the highlands with his dog, chasing the soldiers he is helping train.

Task Force 141, all for one and one for all.

Tags:

@actuallyhiswife @liyanahelena @ghostslittlegf @ghostslillady @goldenmclaren

Join my tag list

#cod #cod 141 #mw2 141 #task force 141 #141 #141 task force #tf 141 #141 au #mw3 2023 #mw3 spoilers #mw3 campaign #cod mwiii #cod mw3 #mwiii spoilers #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty mw3 #modern warfare 3 #mwiii #mw3 #soap cod #john mactavish #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #simon riley #captain john price #john price #cod modern warfare #cod mwii

[myysweeterplace]

Ruin The Friendship

Summary : When your best friend Austin Butler comes back into town after shooting for Elvis for almost two years, you plan a big night of catching up for the both of you. But the night takes a wild turn as alcohol makes suppressed feelings of attraction bubble up to the surface during a game of ‘truth or dare’.

Pairing : Austin Butler x reader

Warning(s) : fluff, kissing, ice-play (?), alcohol consumption, besties to lovers, suggestive language, mention of 18+ activities, this is pretty tame tbh, might make a part 2 (?)

Featuring : Ashley Tisdale, mentions of Elvis Presley

Author’s note : the reader is intended to be neutral, not of any specific race or colour, or size. Future stories I write may not have that distinction, always check at the top before proceeding to read. Thanks :)

•*’~•~’*’~•~’*’~•’*•

“Aus! I missed you!” I leapt towards my best friend of ten years after not seeing him for nearly two years. His work ethic has got him where he is today, but sometimes it was a real pain. I couldn’t believe I’d survived nearly 20 consecutive months without seeing my best friend in real time — face time and phone calls could only do so much!

“Have you gotten shorter?” He chuckled against my shoulder, still lifting me up by my thighs as I remained latched onto him. I laughed at his stupid joke. I missed his stupid jokes.

“I swear, you’re tinier everytime I see you,”

“It’s not my fault you’re a tree,” I giggled, as he put me down.

“What’ve you planned for me tonight?”

“Lots of drinking,” I began listing, “of course,” he retorted, “lots of talking,” I continued, “and lots of food,” I slung my arm around his shoulder, carrying his bag up to my apartment with the other, “sounds perfect,” he chuckled.

Once Austin and I had freshened up, and Austin had taken a not-very long but much-needed nap (after me nagging him to rest and him declining before eventually giving in), we finally set out all of Austin’s favourite “American” food and sat down to feast and just be in each other’s company.

“You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed these,” he mumbled between large bites, moaning at the taste of a cheese burger. I laughed, “you went to Australia, not Yemen,” I said, referencing the most random and far-away country I could think of off the top of my head. “Every fast food aficionado knows that not all cheese burgers taste the same,”

“Close your mouth when you chew,” I giggled, using a napkin to dab his mouth, that was covered in sauce and chopped up lettuce. He was such a child sometimes.

“What else did you miss?” I asked.

“You,” he said with no hesitation and I felt a little flutter in my tummy, a bit unfamiliar but not entirely out of the realm of possibility with the two of us. Our families were convinced that we were dating despite how many times we told them ‘no way, ew’, and our friends all placed bets on how long it would take for us to realize we’re in love with each other. We’d laugh and they’d laugh and we’d move on from it like it never happened. And we liked it that way. I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of how close Austin and I are. Despite the heat that rose to my cheeks every time he stared me down and gave me his undivided attention. Despite the butterflies in my core every time he said my name a little too softly. And despite the confusing feelings that have only grown in all this time away from him.

“And my family, of course, Ash, Dad, Calum, my nieces, other Ashley,” he chuckled, “I missed being able to order Chinese food at 3 in the morning, and taking the subway to see plays any day of the week, I even missed seeing garbage everywhere at one point,” I laughed, but then he went quiet. “I just got so alone,” he whispered at last, and I felt my stomach sink.

I couldn’t begin to fathom what Austin had been through. There were countless nights when I’d wake up to a call with Austin in tears or his voice broken with how exhausted he was. He put so much pressure on himself to embody Elvis Presley, and completely put his own life on pause for three years in the process. He poured his heart, soul, and body into being Elvis, and the world would soon get to see just how hard he worked.

I placed my hand on his, brushing it slightly with my thumb, “I’m glad you’re back Aus,”

Neither of us realized when the party transitioned from fast food and heavy talks to drinking and dancing but neither of us complained. Austin was singing along to Polk Salad Annie while twirling me around and I was giggling at the sounds coming from Austin. Many people believed Austin changed who he is to be Elvis, but he’d always been an old soul, and that combined with his newly found confidence was just a sight to behold. He was glowing. I was so happy for him.

“What’re you smiling at?”

“Nothing,” I giggled.

“C’mon, tell me,”

“It’s nothing,” I said defensively, and Austin stopped dancing abruptly, pulling me towards himself. His eyes were mischievous and I knew what he was up to.

“I know how to get it out of you,” he rasped, teasingly, and I struggled to get out of his grasp.

“Austin, don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything,” he chuckled, “yet,” he added, grinning.

“Austin, please, it’s so stupid, we’re grown now!” I said, my voice getting higher the closer he got. Austin gripped my waist in his hands, and began tickling me gently, and I squirmed in his hold, my body on fire.

“Austin! Stop, please!” I laughed. He laughed too, “tell me what you were smiling about,”

“It’s-ahaha-it’s not that serious!”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me,”

“Aus!” I giggled, “I hate you!”

“Oh, yeah?” He feigned being offended, only tickling me harder and I walked backwards to get away from him, until my back hit the cold wall, and I had nowhere to escape. I pushed against his chest and he grabbed my wrists, halting all my movements. We stopped grinning, and it went silent, the atmosphere changing within seconds.

“You don’t hate me,” he whispered, pinning my wrists against the wall, beside my head.

“I couldn’t,” I said, just as quietly, no longer struggling against his hold.

He swallowed thickly, eyeing me up and down, and I realized the alcohol was getting too strong for the both of us.

I gently pulled my wrists from his grasp, and he let me, loosening his strong hold to let me walk past him whilst avoiding his gaze.

It became a little quiet after the little incident. Austin and I continued drinking, but we weren’t talking as much, and the silence was killing me. “Aus,” I called, “I’m bored,”

Austin leaned his head back against the couch, “what d’you wanna do?”

I thought about it for a moment, “how about 20 questions?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” he grinned cheekily, “I didn’t realize we were 12,” he retorted. I lightly punched his arm, “fine! You pick something,”

“How about truth or dare?”

“Cause that’s for grown ups, right?” I teased. Austin rolled his eyes, “c’mon, truth or dare?”

“Hm...truth,”

“Okay,” he gave it some thought before asking, “What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done while drunk?”

I buried my face in my hands, “oh god. Freshman year of college, I was fooling around with one of my best friends and I tripped while we were kissing and fell face first on my bed and the door was open so everyone out in the hall saw,”

“Oh, lord have mercy, that’s brutal,” he chuckled. “Which best friend?”

“Nu-uh, you only get one truth. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,”

“Ugh, bore,” I giggled, “have you ever kissed a guy?”

Austin smirked, “do you want a simple ‘yes or no’ or a list of names?”

My eyes widened, “Austin Robert Butler!”

He chuckled, “it was college, we were drunk every other weekend, and straight guys that are secure in themselves will literally kiss anyone,” he explained. I bit my lip and laughed out loud despite my attempts to hold back. “That’s amazing,”

“Anyway,” he chuckled sheepishly, turning slightly red, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,”

“Ooh, wrong move,” he smirked, “I dare you to perform your most sexy choreography in front of me,”

“No way,” I said right away, a song coming to mind already.

“C’mon, don’t be such a baby,”

“Oh, so you think I’m a baby?” I said, standing up, and queueing up Expectations by Lauren Jauregui. Austin stared up at me in amusement and surprise, and I swayed my hips side to side as the music played. And I didn’t know where it came from, this confidence in me to dance exactly like Lauren had done in the guitar bridge of the song, but I did it, and I did it well. I went on my knees and crawled towards him; I twisted and turned along to the beat; and I flicked my hair in all the right directions. All while Austin gaped at me, his mouth parted and breathing heavy as he watched me silently. When the song ended, I was standing directly in front of Austin, and he rose up from his seat on the couch, looking at me with an unfamiliar look. “What?” I asked, slightly embarrassed now that it became silent. He simply shook his head, “you’re amazing,” he whispered. My cheeks were heated and I didn’t know where to look, so I went back to my seat on the couch, “truth or dare, Austin?”

“Fuck it, dare,”

“Right after giving me that? You’re asking for a tough one,” Austin blushed, bringing his hands to cover his face in that adorable way he often does. And I saw a peak at Austin’s lower stomach with his white shirt risen and wrinkled. I averted my gaze to the table before us and my eyes met my bucket of ice cubes. My impulses were getting the best of me, and I knew I shouldn’t have taken that last shot, but we were too drunk to remember any of this tomorrow anyway, so I said the first thing that came to me. “I dare you to ... let me melt an ice cube anywhere on your body.”

Austin blushed more, shaking his head, “that’s enough tequila for you,”

“Don’t be such a baby,” I reiterated, grinning.

Austin bit his bottom lip, “fine, do it,”

“You serious?”

“Mh-hm, melt an ice cube...” he smirked suggestively, “on my abdomen,”.

I’d once walked in on Austin working out in his basement without a shirt, and despite my attempts to not, my eyes lingered on his abdomen longer than I’d intended. I was curious whether he’d noticed. I was curious whether he’d seen me eyeing him just moments, and if whether that’s why he wanted me to do it on that specific body part.

I didn’t back down though, the liquid courage was making both of us frisky, but neither of us payed any mind to it. I grabbed the bucket and knelt before him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, lifting his shirt. I audibly gasped. It wasn’t as if I would see Austin without his shirt regularly before he began shooting for Elvis, but even through his clothing I could tell he wasn’t the bulkiest guy back then — but now! I figure from all the training and weight-gaining required to become Elvis, he must’ve gained several pounds and much more muscle. And he looks absolutely delicious. Austin smirked at my nervousness, “what’s wrong? Regretting your own dare?”

“No way! Are you?”

He shook his head, but then threw it back as I placed the ice cube on his stomach without warning, wanting to catch him off guard.

Austin bit his bottom lip, eyeing me as I rubbed the cube in small circles. But when I brought it lower, Austin’s eyes rendered closed, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down. He looked so good from this angle, with me practically on my knees between his legs, and his head thrown back in pleasure. When the ice melted on his warm skin, I nearly moaned at having to withdraw from him, but I knew we were walking a scary tightrope right now, and I couldn’t risk him knowing the kind of thoughts I was having.

I stood up from my previous, very suggestive position, and Austin looked up at me with hooded eyes. Austin had very expressive eyes, I think it is what made us so close. I value honesty and kindness in the people close to me, and all of his just poured out through his eyes. He could never lie to me. And I knew in this moment, he felt something for me too. He was looking up at me with these puppy eyes, so vulnerable, almost submissive, and I bit my lip to refrain from moaning again.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he said, a little out of breath, his voice a little more raspy than before.

“Truth,” I said quietly, sitting back down next to him, but keeping a considerate distance, afraid of what I’ll do if I’m within close proximity to him.

“What is your biggest kink?”

“Austin!” I slapped his chest.

“What so you can melt an ice cube on me and I can’t ask you a simple question?”

“That’s completely different!” I defended.

“It’s not actually, but answering a question is no where near as impossible as staying still while you touch me,” he said, all too casually, and my mouth fell open. He chuckled.

“Okay we’re drinking too much” I said, reaching for Austin’s drink as he raised the glass to his lips.

“Answer the questions, babe,”

My breathing escalated at the nickname and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “overstimulation,”

Austin stopping drinking. Raised a brow. And then bit his bottom lip. So aggressively, I thought he might draw blood.

“Really?” He swallowed. I nodded shyly.

“Why?” He rasped, and when I didn’t answer him, he brought his forefinger and thumb down to my chin and lifted my face up to meet his. Alcohol was bringing out a whole new side to him, and we were crossing all the lines that we’re not supposed to. I swallowed before answering, quietly, “I don’t know, I guess I-“ I took a breath, “just the idea of someone making me come multiple times, I mean my ex boyfriends could barely —“ I bit my lip.

“Go on,” Austin urged, still holding my face in his large hand, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

“Most guys tend to think about themselves,” I said, filtering my very blatant answer, “so the idea of someone taking pleasure in pleasing me so persistently is very intriguing.”

The atmosphere was incredibly heavy. The tension, palpable. I saw Austin’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he registered my words. I even saw him subtly adjust himself, fixing his now-tightening trousers while staring me down.

I couldn’t sit still under his heated gaze anymore so I took another shot. “Hey, woah, slow down, you’ve had enough,”

“Clearly not enough,”

“Not enough for what?”

I bit my lip. And then I poured myself another shot, chugging it down before Austin could stop me. I couldn’t possibly let it slip that I wasn’t nearly drunk enough to accept my feelings. I was clearly attracted to Austin. But it wasn’t just attraction anymore. I wanted him. I loved him.

“Truth or dare, Austie?”

Austin shook his head angrily, “c’mon”, I poked his arm.

“Fine, dare,”

“I’m so tempted to make you regret that,” Austin finally cracked a smile.

“I dare you to call Ashley and tell her you slept with her sister,”

“Wait—what?!”

“Not your sister Ashley! Ashley Tisdale,”

Austin let out a breath of relief, “okay, ‘cause that sounded—“

“Like incest?”

“Yeah!” We giggled and for a second, we were ‘’us’ again. Austin pulled out his phone and called Ashley, “hey Ash!” Austin was slurring through his speech and I was sure Ashley would figure it out sooner or later that Austin was drunk. “I’m good, I’m good, I just-I just need to make a confession,” Austin placed the phone on his leg, putting it on speaker. “What did you do now Austin?” I heard Ashley. Ever since she became a mom, she’s always got that reprimanding tone in her voice and it was absolutely adorable.

“I, uh, I slept with your sister,” he pretended to sound guilty and I shook my head in disbelief, surprised that he actually was going through with the dare. Only Austin truly knew how angry this would make Ash.

“WHAT?!”

“I’m sorry, Ash, I know I shouldn’t have—“

“How?! WHEN?” She screamed.

“Last night,”

“LAST NIGHT?!—last night? How is that even-she’s not even in New York, Austin,”

Austin stared at me, confused, “what?”

“She flew to London last week,”

Austin palmed his face, and laughed, “okay, you got me, this was a dare,”

“Are you serious?” Ashley sounded so relieved, it was adorable.

“Yes I’m serious, I would never do that to — to you,” Austin stuttered, avoiding my gaze suddenly.

“I was ready to murder you and hide the body Aus, don’t ever do that again!”

“I’m sorry! Blame it all on Y/N,” he chuckled.

“Is she there?”

“Yep, right next to me,”

“Have you told her yet?” I looked at Austin confused, and he snatched the phone off of his leg before I could ask Ashley what she was referring to. “Hey so, uh, I gotta go, talk later,”

I couldn’t hear the other end of the line because Austin put it off speaker, but they shared goodbyes and ended the call.

“What was she talking about?”

“Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it,”

“Austin are you hiding something from me?”

I was never one to pry, but that was simply because Austin told me everything himself. I didn’t want to, but I felt hurt.

“I promise you, it’s nothing, it’s probably something I’ve already told you and can’t recall,”

I simply nodded. I didn’t want to push him.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“Dare,”

“I dare you to kiss me,”

“Austin!” I punched his arm again, harder this time and he threw his head back in laughter. “Okay, um, I dare you—“

I didn’t know how and I didn’t know why, but before he could finish the thought, I leaned into him, looking him in the eyes as I sat up on my knees to hover over him.

“What’re you doing, Y/N?”

“I’m doing my dare,”

Austin opened his mouth and then closed it, taken aback. I placed my hand on his cheek and despite the look of shock on his face, he leaned into it, and before either of us knew what was happening, I placed my lips on his. And we melted into it. His lips were softer than I could have ever imagined them to be. I was slightly taller than him in this position, and it gave me a false sense of power, but before I could revel in it, Austin began claiming my lips, grabbing my face in his large hands and bringing me down to kiss me deeper than I’ve ever been kissed. I gasped, not expecting it, and the sound stirred something within Austin and he moaned against my mouth, pulling me flush against him. I was nearly sat upon Austin and completely out of breath, but neither of us dared to end it. Only when the urge to breathe became too exhausting and the power in our lungs gave out, did we move away, breathing loudly against each other, with his arms still wrapped around me. I bit my lip, not knowing what comes next. Austin grabbed my chin in his forefinger and thumb and brought me closer to himself, “I love you,” he breathed. “That’s what Ashley wanted me to tell you. That’s the reason I’m here, with you, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Y/N,” he said softly, and I believed every word that came out of his mouth.

I felt so overwhelmed. From the kiss. From his words. His voice. His face. His eyes. Him.

“Austin,” I hushed, and the words that came out of me next were both the most surprising and the most truthful words I’d ever spoken to him, “I love you too.”

#austinbutler #austin butler #austin butler drabble #austin butler one shot #austin butler is so goddamn fine #austin butler elvis #austin butler x fem!reader #austin butler smut #austin butler imagine #austin butler angst #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler fluff #austin butler fandom #austin butler headcanons

[rottenblur]

My modern Romeo |J.MILLER| part two.

Summary: The one year anniversary of meeting joel is your favourite memory, almost getting caught, him confessing his love. Your first kiss with him, only if a year of desire could be cured with just one kiss..

Warnings: fluff, you and joel playing truth or dare like cmon fluffiest shit ever, alcohol you and joel, kissing, making out, grinding on joel???? Semi smut. Joel says a naughty thing y’all. Almost getting caught

It’s one whole year since you met the grumpy old man that lights up your Friday without fail, looking at your watch it reads 2:20am. On your last trade you and joel both decided to meet before four, as every time it ends up dawn before either of you want to go back.

It’s starting to get risky, not that Joel wasn’t trusted to be out till daylight. It’s the fact suspicions of what he was doing out that long, started to rise.

You on the other hand, you weren’t aloud to be out at night, upon request of your parents. Anyone on watch was told to snitch on you, if they saw you out past 8pm.

A whole adult and you were still being treated like you couldn’t fend for yourself.

You take off your grey shorts, slip on your tight black jeans and take a peek in the mirror.

You catch your gaze falling on how your ass looks. God the fuck is wrong with me. Never once have you caught him looking at you in that way, yet you still want him to.

Taking off your loose hoodie to reveal a tight tank top, the heat giving you an excuse to show more skin, you pull on a tight crew neck sweater. Maybe a little too small for you, the bottom of your tank top showing when you lift your arms.

You always dressed up for joel, wanting him to think you were put together. Even though he always showed up in the same worn out blue jeans, he probably had a closet full of them.

You thought about what he might be doing, is he reading one of the many books you had given him, talking with family? Did he have family, you’ll have to remind yourself to ask.

Was he getting ready thinking about what you would think? Probably not, he had confidence. Alot more than you could ever dream of having.

Three am hits, you put on your holster, slipping your gun into it and taking one last glance into the mirror. Okay, you look fine, he probably doesn’t care anyways.

Walking to the meeting spot, a field surrounded by large rocks about a twenty five commute for the both of you. Your heart is in your throat, it always was when you walked to see Joel.

He had an affect on you. Scared of him not showing up, or him actually showing up just share some news that, its getting to risky, he has to stop seeing you.

Your feet hit the familiar grass, it’s worn down into a path from the common commute. You can see a figure sitting in the grass, wearing that same god damn tan jacket. You never got tired of seeing it, seeing him.

A smile that refuses to give rises to your face. “A bit too warm for a jacket don’t you think? Do you have another jacket, poor thing gets too much use.”

He turns his head and a smirk comes to his face, you sit down next to him. “Ya trying to get me outta my clothes? Actually I do you smartass, I just like it.”

Yes. Yes you were trying to get him out of his clothes, even in this god damn felid. You could never say that though.

“So, i know you said we weren’t trading today, but you said something about a walkman last time. I couldn’t forget that, as im incredibly jealous, i got you something.” You pick a cassette out of your pocket and hold it out to him.

He smiles and takes it out of your hand, reading the worn lettering. “Radio head? I actually brought something too..”

You look at him. “What is it?”

He opens his bag and pulls out a bottle of whiskey.

Oh fuck. This, drunk you, is definitely gonna ruin this friendship.

“You ever try this kind before? It’s okay, found it on a supply run. Wanted to save it for a special occasion.” He holds up the bottle for you to see.

He remembered. He remembered!

He opens the bottle takes a swig effortlessly downing it. “To the anniversary of you almost shooting me” He laughs at his own joke, then passes you the bottle.

“Oh fuck you.” You shove him, then take a gulp, coughing as it burns down your throat. He tries to hold a laugh in.

“First time?”

You clear your throat and try to play it cool. “Just been a while”

He shakes his head and takes the bottle back. “No point in lyin’ darlin’. Gonna be a long night, you’re not leaving without getting shitfaced.”

Thirty minutes has passed of you and him passing the bottle back in forth, you’re clearly way more gone than he is, you’re already saying your every last thought.

“You know, i never really got a proper teenage experience like in books.” Taking a sip out of half gone bottle.

“Well I can’t exactly say i know the teenage girl experience, but books are kinda over dramatic.” He looks at you with glossy eyes, maybe he was drunker than you thought.

“Like truth or dare. Never played it before, not alot of kids in the group.” You huff and pass him the bottle.

He laughs, pinching his nose bridge. “I’ll play with ya sweetie.” Tliting his head.

Was he flirting? Was joel fucking miller flirting with me.

“Truth or dare?”

He smiles at the stupid childish game he was playing. “Truth”

You let out a “hmm” then come up with a question. “Do you have family?”

He lets out a groan, takes a sip then passes you the bottle. “I do. A brother, back at jackson, tommy he’s younger.”

A brother, you wondered what their relationship was before the apocalypse. If they got along growing up, if they got along to this day.

You take a swig, slowly growing to the strong burn, a blush spreading to your cheeks.

You two go back and forth for another twenty minutes, the liquor disappearing till the last shot is left, all yours he says.

Its his turn to ask you a question. You’re not sure if you could give him a straight answer, nor talk without giggling. Everything was slowed, the gust of wind didn’t bother you anymore, your body was on fire. You understood why people drank now.

“Truth or dare hun.” The petnames were littered in every sentence now, if you didn’t think he was drunk earlier, he was now. You take the last swig, throwing it across the felid, it shattering on impact.

“Dare.” Little did you know that one word would change everything between you to.

“Kiss me. I dare you to kiss me.”

Fuck. You were in no state to say no, your feelings were overwhelming, the confidence you had was overwhelming.

You were wrong, wrong all this time. Maybe he was checking you out when you weren’t looking. Thinking he was staring at eyes, but he was admiring your plush lips all along.

You swear the blush from the alcohol, mixing with your blush from the words, had turned dark crimson, his desire burned your body.

You lean forward, he looks surprised you’re actually doing it, unknown to him you’ve had a intense crush from the first time you saw him. A year of pining and teasing was finally rewarded.

The space between your face and his disappears, he leans towards you pushing your lips together. He places his hand on your jaw, the other in the crook of your neck. He kisses with hunger, like he wanted to consume you. You kiss him back, he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, exploring.

It was too late to tell him this was your second kiss, your first real makeout sesh.

You grip his hair and straddle yourself on him, this pulls a groan out of him.

He moves his hands down to your hips, pulling them down onto his. You’re so close to him, you can’t breathe. His jeans rubbing into yours, your chest pressed tight against his, his hands engulfing your hips.

He pulls away for air, panting practically, you can see the blush covering his cheeks. “Is- is this okay- do you want-“ You cut him off pulling him back in for more.

Your hips unknowingly start to grind on him, the more pressure you put on him the more he moans in your mouth. The kisses getting more sloppy, more teeth and spit.

You can feel him hardening underneath you, his jeans uncomfortably tight. Your panties soaked, your jeans creating the perfect amount of friction, all you wanted to was undress him, see all of him, have all of him.

Its getting hot, the harsh weather due to the lack of sun meant nothing. Between the alcohol and the fire that was burning in your core it was unbearable, you rip your sweater off. He pulls away, looking you up and down, his eyes holding a tight gaze on your chest.

You both are out of breath, he moves a hand up to grope your chest, squeezing and holding. Your hips pick up a faster pace, a rougher pace.

The sounds of his groans, your whimpers fill the air. No other sounds are heard in the dead of the night, other than your wet lips fighting for more and the sound of your jeans brushing on his.

He mutters something into your mouth, you pull away.

“What?” You’re out of breath and flustered.

He looks at you, those god damn glossy brown eyes could make you cum alone.

“Fuck, i dont know what to do with you. I can’t stop thinking about you darlin’.”

You whimper. “Neither can i”

He kisses you one last time and pulls you off his lap, adjusting himself and sighing. You spot a stain of precum soaking a spot in his jeans, god that make you tremble.

“I- uh we gotta stop. I won’t be able to control myself other wise.”

Fuck. That make your knees weaker than the alcohol did, you drank a shit ton of alcohol, yet he had a bigger affect on you.

“Fuck, i hate it has to be this way, i want you. All of you.” You say, letting out the biggest sigh you could muster.

He practically growls at that.

“I can’t believe i waited so long to do that.” He shakes his head.

“Are you serious? You’ve liked me that long? I’ve been thinking you didn’t even think i was pretty.” You almost shove him.

“Darlin’, what if you didn’t feel that way ‘bout me? I’d feel like a shitty person, especially since you know, you’re young..” He sounds sad, but jesus he’s fucking hot, how could he ever think you weren’t head over heals for him.

“..For the record, i think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Wish i could get you out of my head, thinking the dirtiest things ‘bout you when i get home from seeing ya.”

Fuck. It was unbearable how he was making you feel, you push your thighs together.

“I-“ You get cut off by the sound of  hooves pittering on the ground, matched with a deep voice yelling echoes off the mountain’s rocks.

Your heart jumps to your throat, you check your watch, fuck. It’s five, its been three hours since he had left.

His face drops, he signals you to go hide in a cluster of bushes a couple feet away. You run over trying to be quiet, before you become one with the bushes, he holds up three fingers. Got it three am, next Friday.

“This” wasn’t over, he was willing to risk everything for you.

You try to peek through the bush to see whats going on. Joel pulls out his gun, the man approaches on his horse, dismounting it and pushing joel.

“God damn it joel, the fuck are you doing, you were supposed to be home for patrol.” The man looks around. “What are you even doing here?”

You squint your eyes trying to get a better look at him, the sun aiding you. He looked like joel, longer hair, shorter and younger. Tommy. His brother, it must be.

“Chill tommy, i went for a walk, heard a clicker. I’m fine though, thanks for askin’.

It was almost attractive how easy he could lie, especially when it was to protect you.

They walk off, all you could here is mumbles. Till those mumbles turned to the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, the sound slowly disappearing.

That was the first time you almost got caught, yet it is your favourite memory.

You replayed the night over and over walking back. Sneaking back in praying you wouldn’t get caught. Even if you did, you would die happy, joel likes you, he kissed you.

Part one here

Part three here

My masterlist

AN: PART TWOO!!! Even though this series isn’t getting much attention i very much like it!! Answering a question no one asked study break part three is coming soon don’t get your panties in a bunch unless joel put em in your mouth, then go right ahead ;)this is kinda a slow burn cause like they aren’t supposed to see eachother

#joel miller #joel miller tlou hbo #joel miller series #the last of us #joel miller smut #joel miller x fem #joel x reader #joel the last of us #joel miller tlou #joel miller x female reader #joel tlou #joel miller story #tlou joel #joel x reader smut #joel miller x reader #tlou joel miller #joel miller masterlist #star crossed lovers #starcrossed lover! joel #starcrossedromance #rottenblur #tlou fluff #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou x reader #the last of us hbo #tlou #tlou angst #slow burn

[landoom]

F1 FANFICS REC LIST - High School/Uni AU's - Part II

Silent conversations (7350 words) by belovedbees Rating: Not Rated Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, Background Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Summary: Oscar found himself saying, “The sky’s looking nice tonight, isn’t it?” He thought that, maybe, if he started some sort of conversation, it would naturally trickle into them talking about what had happened. “Very pretty,” Lando said, his eyes never leaving Oscar. - Oscar and Lando attend a party, they play truth or dare and everything that ensues from a certain dare.

oOoOoOo

say what you mean (2735 words) by strongestavenger Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell, Arthur Leclerc/Oscar Piastri (background), Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc (background) Characters: Alexander Albon, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Lorenzo Leclerc, Charles Leclerc, Arthur Leclerc Summary: After the rush of opening night, Alex and George finally get their shit together.

oOoOoOo

running home (to your sweet nothings) (2119 words) by lemonadedino Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: But the worst part is that the stranger is so clearly interested in Oscar. Everything about his body language screams "Hello! Please rail me and then I’ll take you to a really nice dinner afterwards at a place where the prices aren’t printed on the menu and maybe you’d like to start a family as well while we’re at it? They will all take after me and be very posh and look like they have a stick up their ass." That bothers Lando a little bit. Because yesterday, Lando finally realized that he’s in love with Oscar. Which is why he's standing here now, bouquet in hand, confession on the tip of his tongue.

oOoOoOo

hits different (11622 words) by piastrism Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen Summary: “I just… found it on my bed. Saturday morning.” Oscar is pretty sure his whole face looks like a tomato. “And I don't even remember taking it! I swear it wasn’t, like, conscious!”   Max finally takes the jersey out of Oscar’s hands. Oscar still can’t look him in the eyes.   “Wait,” Max starts, voice slow. “Did you… steal my jersey to get off?”   Or, after a little administrative mishap, Freshman Oscar gets roomed with Max on accident. It’s all sunshine and rainbows (it’s not, actually) until Oscar, in his rut induced haze, steals Max’s football jersey.

oOoOoOo

a collection of statistical improbabilities (9000 words) by leoleaf Rating: Explicit Relationships: Alexander Albon/Logan Sargeant Summary: Logan’s two month study abroad is thrown into jeopardy when his housing falls through. Looking for new accommodations last minute, he meets Alex, a grad student behind on rent, with a fold out couch.

oOoOoOo

all these little games (4974 words) by theommin Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, background Alex/Logan, background Charles/Max - Relationship Summary: “Is this a thing now?” Lando grins, leans on the counter and tips closer, “maybe. Would you like it to be?” Oscar bites his lip and flushes a little – which is an image Lando is not going to stop thinking about for the next five hours – considering. Lando distantly wonders what pros and cons he’s weighing. After a few agonising seconds, he shrugs. “Sure. Keeps things interesting.” Lando is absolutely going to take that. Lando is completely normal about the cute barista working at his local coffee shop. So normal, in fact, that he creates a points system based on how flustered Oscar gets over his pickup lines.

oOoOoOo

shark bait (12865 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant Summary: “Why’d you even kiss that other guy?” Oscar can’t keep himself from asking. There’s an implication, somewhere—when it was me you wanted the whole time—but Oscar can’t bring himself to say it; doesn’t think the cocky-leaning words would fit in his mouth right. Logan chuckles softly into his skin. “Liam thought it would be funny,” he says, words imbuing themselves into the thick of Oscar’s veins. “And I was hoping you’d see it.”

oOoOoOo

contact-drunk (4033 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant Summary: Oscar’s unsure of how he even ended up here, at a frat party, flirting with one of the brothers. But Logan is pretty handsome.

oOoOoOo

Like a spark catching fire it don't happen all the time (But when it does it changes everything) (21053 words) by TheWiseOne12 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Lando Norris Summary: He turned the corner to see George and Alex curled on the couch with a stranger settled in between them. The stranger’s eyes were closed but he didn’t look calm, chest still heaving slightly. He had Charles’ favourite nesting blanket, a thick and fuzzy grey one, wrapped around his legs. Seeing that raised his hackles and he desperately wanted to reach out and rip it out of his grasp. “What is going on here?” he hissed, mostly directing the question at his two flatmates. “This is Lando,” Alex introduced, innocent expression on his face as he stared up at Charles.

MASTERPOST

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf fic #f1 fic rec #fic rec #fic rec list #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 rpf

[qu0kkarambles]

HaPpY

warnings- smut (minors dni), threesome, tears, tiny bit of angst (happy ending), established relationship, oral, unprotected sex

authors note - i know its been months since i wrote anything but i started this last year and finally finished it so enjoy!

It was a chilly December night when you and your boyfriend invited his members back to your shared flat for drinks and games. You had been dating Minho for almost a year, becoming extremely close with his friends over the course of your relationship. From nights at their shared dorms, birthday meals as a group and day trips acting as staff behind the camera, you’d become a part of their very exclusive family.  They all loved you and knew Minho loved you too. So, they approved your relationship, and eventually the company agreed. The only member you weren’t as close to was Han Jisung. He seemed quiet and shy, but you were determined to make him more comfortable around you.

He was probably closest to Minho, so it meant a lot to you to try and forge a friendship with him. As you finished pouring the drinks, you wiggled yourself between Han and your boyfriend, earning a slightly embarrassed look from the younger. Sensing the shift in mood as you entered the room, Felix came up with an idea to perk everyone up.

‘Guys lets play truth or dare’ he suggested, bright eyed. No one could say no to Felix, so he quickly began the game, starting with Changbin. When the rapper replied ‘Truth’ looking confident, Felix’s eyes got impossibly brighter. ‘What’s your biggest kink, Binnie?’ he asked with a smirk as a flush worked its way up Changbin’s neck to his cheeks. He wasn’t expecting that sort of question from Felix, but the tone for the game had been set. As he stumbled through an answer, you caught Minho’s hand in your own, playing absentmindedly with his fingers. He looked from your joined fingers to your face, a small smile finding his face when he caught your eyes. The game had continued while you were both distracted, with Seungmin being dared to strip his top off and Hyunjin revealing he likes his hair being pulled and being choked.

The boys knew how possessive Minho was of you, and they weren’t sure how he’d react to whatever you shared. Hyunjin was the first of the boys with the balls to ask you ‘Truth or Dare’. You quickly replied asking for a truth, and when Hyunjin asked ‘What’s one thing you want to try that you’ve never done before?’  He deemed this a relatively safe question, but you needed barely a second to answer. ‘Threesome’ you were confident in your answer, eyes flitting to Han to see his reaction. You caught the slight blush that crept up his cheeks, and the other boys looked somewhat taken aback, some of the older members even looking impressed. ‘It my turn, right?’ you began ‘Hannie, truth or dare?’

The small boy next to you was a combination of scared and on edge. Scared of what he might be asked to reveal, and on edge that it was you asking. ‘Ummm, truth?’ his voice was shaky, and his cheeks only got redder when Felix whined that truth was boring, and he should pick dare instead. Damn Felix, why could no one say no to him? ‘Fine, dare’ he caved, trying to hide his nervousness at what you could possibly ask of him. You had always admired Jisung, from his incredible talent to his adorable cheeks, so when you felt him tense beside you, you decided to go easy on him. ‘Gimme a kiss Hannie’ you sweetly looked at him, hands still tangled with Minho’s. His mouth dropped open at your dare, as all chatter in the room stopped in an instant. No one knew how Minho would react to this, but he looked relaxed, seemingly unbothered by his girlfriend asking for a kiss from his best friend.

Jisung looked to him for approval, and when he received a small nod from Minho, he took your cheek in his hand and connected his lips to yours. The kiss was quick, a sweet peck as he was nervous, and the crowd of boys watching didn’t help this fact. But his lips tasted sweet, almost like cheesecake, and you were eager to get another taste. Almost as quick as the conversations in the room had stopped, they began again, giving you the perfect opportunity to lean over and whisper in Jisung’s ear. ‘When you guys go to leave, tell the others you’re going to stay here tonight, ok baby?’ His cheeks were glowing pink as he quickly nodded his head, not trusting his voice.  His flushed cheeks eventually cooled down as the game continued, flaring again as you nonchalantly placed your hand on his thigh. You were acting as if this was the most normal thing ever, making Jisung even more confused and nervous at the thought of what might happen when the other members left.

As the night continued on, Jisung grew more nervous, his mind running a hundred miles an hour overthinking what you might want him to stay for. When the time came for the others to leave, he followed your request perfectly, and they quickly left the apartment, leaving you, your boyfriend and Jisung. Alone at last. ‘Um, so, w-why did you ask m-me to stay?’ he stuttered through his question to you, and you found his nervousness endearing. Even without trying, he was impossibly adorable, and you couldn’t help but stroke his cheek. ‘aw Sungie, don’t be nervous, me and Minho just wanted to ask you something. Without the boys eavesdropping,’ you tried to hide the small chuckle in your voice, but it was obvious you were entranced by the boy in front of you.

‘No need to be nervous Sung, its only us. We’ll always take care of you, right princess?’ Minho’s voice had startled you from behind, but you nodded in response to his question nonetheless. ‘a-and what did you want to ask?’ Jisung was still nervous, so to try and calm him, you trailed your hand from cupping his cheek, moving over his chest as Minho continued to speak beside you. ‘you know how I’ve always loved you Sung.’ He began, while slowly moving closer to the boy. ‘well, as it turns out Y/n here also wants you, and has always been curious about you, haven’t you princess?’ again you nodded your head, keeping eye contact with Jisung as your hands slipped under his shirt. ‘We’ve seen how flustered you can get around Y/n, so we were hoping you’d maybe join us sometime. What do you think, Sung?’ he concluded, now situated fully behind the younger. With you in front of him, Jisung was sandwiched between you, with no desire to escape.

He had always admired Minho. From the first time he saw him dance he was mesmerised, captured in the movements of the older boys body, the fluidity and strength leaving him in awe. Over time, this admiration turned to a small crush, which grew further and further until Minho introduced him to you.  Meeting Minho’s gorgeous new girlfriend was a strong enough signal to him, yet he couldn’t help but still think about Minho every night when he was in bed. As he spent more time with you, you infiltrated his dreams as well, and before long Jisung was having nightly dreams about the two of you. And though he hated to admit it, they often ended up with him needing a cold shower or clean bed sheets.

Minho’s hands gripping his waist from behind bought him back to reality, as he whispered in his ear. ‘Well, Sung?’ Finding a sudden burst of confidence, Jisung decided not to reply with words, but instead to lean forward and capture your lips with his, making Minho chuckle behind him. ‘I take that as a yes’. As Jisung fell more into the kiss, you wrapped your hands around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair, eliciting the most beautiful moan. While you were focused on Jisung, you had failed to notice Minho removing his shirt, and unbuttoning Jisung’s ready to remove. When you finally pulled away to catch your breath, you were gobsmacked at the sight of him.

You were used to Minho’s defined, strong muscles, but Jisung was another story. He was less muscular, and more toned, with a petite waist and gorgeous skin. Minho was sexy with his top off, but Jisung was pretty. The desire to litter his chest and tummy with hickeys was overwhelming and you moved to kiss his chest when Minho interrupted you. ‘Lets move this to the bedroom, shall we princess?’  

Irritated that he’d interrupted your plans, you decided to ignore your boyfriend, opting instead to continue where you left off. Your lips met Jisung’s neck as he let out a quiet gasp, and you immediately began your torturous attack on his perfect skin. Refusing to move on from an area until it was red and purple, you left a trail of marks over Jisung’s chest before you felt Minho’s hand around your waist. Before you knew it, you were lifted into the air, pulled off of Jisung as Minho put you over his shoulder and carried you into your shared room.

‘Don’t start disobeying me now we’ve got company princess’ he said, the smirk obvious in his voice as he carried you through the apartment, Jisung’s hand limply hanging in Minho’s as he followed. You pouted, missing the sweet taste of Jisung’s skin, but as soon as you reached the bedroom and Minho dropped you gently on the bed, you reached for Jisung, desperate to taste him once again. Jisung was still unsure, his confidence in first kissing you depleting as he realised what was about to happen. As you sat waiting for him, shirt thrown across the room, his eyes widened, unsure of what to do, of what he was allowed to do, of what boundaries he was able to cross.

He hadn’t noticed Minho move behind him, only realising where the older had gone went he felt firm hands circle his waist, soft kissed placed against his neck as he felt the older boys chest against his back. ‘Look how pretty she is Sungie. Be a good boy for us baby, don’t leave her waiting.’ As he spoke, Jisung melted into his skin, the strong arms around him feeling like home. He never wanted to leave the safety of their embrace, but he could see how desperate you were becoming, eyes filled with lust as you watched Minho leave soft kisses against Jisung’s skin. With a firm hand on the small of his back, Jisung was pushed forward toward the bed, toward where you waited, needy for him.

As soon as he was in reaching distance, your hands grabbed for him, your lips crashing to his as he wrapped his arms around your neck, still in shock that he was actually kissing you, that this was actually happening. His lips were soft and sweet and your kiss was slow, the unsaid feelings that had lingered between you for months all being poured into this kiss. With Minho watching, you felt overwhelmed by the moment, pulling away from Jisung’s lips to kiss along his neck, hiding your face against his skin as you worshipped his body. Minho knew you, almost too well. He knew kisses were your favourite thing, and he knew the hours the two of you had spent talking about Jisung and his perfect lips. He knew you would only dare to pull away from his kiss if you were feeling overwhelmed, and he knew Jisung would do nothing without explicit instruction.

‘Jisung, baby, come here.’ He said, motioning for Jisung to sit beside him where he had lain back near the pillows of the bed. You whined as Jisung moved away from you, not wanting to stop making pretty marks along his tanned skin. But when you saw Minho pull him closer, their lips meeting, you didn’t care.  They were beautiful, and the whines that left Jisung as Minho playfully nibbled his lip went straight to your core. You crawled on all fours toward them, stopping as you got loser, only to palm them both through their clothes, the moan falling from Jisung’s lips making Minho twitch beneath your touch.

‘Min, please, can I?’ you asked tentatively, eyes switching between his face and your hand, a wordless question. A small nod was all the confirmation you needed before pulling at his sweatpants, leaving your boyfriend completely naked as he continued to kiss Jisung. Slowly, you took his length into your mouth, peace filling your mind as you felt the weight of him against your tongue. His moans escaped from their kiss as you began to tease him, kitten licks against his tip finally pulling his attention from Jisung. With his lips separated from Minho, Jisung could finally see what you had been doing, and without hesitation moved toward you, big eyes staring up to Minho as he waited permission. Minho could never say no to him, and with a small nod Jisung joined you in teasing your boyfriend. His movements were less sure than yours, and because of this, he was even more of a tease, pulling guttural moans from Minho as he softly licked and sucked  and kissed him. Jisung’s lips were red and swollen, and he looked so beautiful like this you couldn’t help yourself, threading your fingers through his hair before pulling him toward you, tasting Minho’s precum on his lips as you explored his mouth. For a moment, you got lost in his kiss, almost forgetting Minho was beneath you. Almost.

You knew he was being patient with your teasing, not wanting to be too strict when it was Jisung’s first time with you, but you had pushed his kindness now, and you knew your brattiness would be punished. His hands found your hair as he harshly pulled, tugging you back until you were staring at him, no longer lost in Jisung. ‘Princess, don’t forget to finish what you started, or I’ll have to make you sit out while I play with Sungie all by myself.’ The smirk across his face only grew when his words sank in, the realisation across your face as you processed his words turning him on even more. You began taking his full length, bobbing your head earnestly as Jisung kissed along Minho’s torso, the older boy throwing his head back in pleasure as Jisung reached his nipples and began to toy with them.

Before long, his hips were bucking, overwhelmed by the assault on his body from the two people he loved most in the world. The combination of your mouth around him, Jisung’s tongue exploring his chest and the feel of Jisung quietly grinding against him sent him over the edge, moaning out a string of curses and a mixture of your names as he filled your mouth. You knew to swallow, be the good girl Minho had taught you to be, but he had also taught you to share, so you quickly pawed at Jisung, pulling him in to kiss your lips as you shared Minho’s cum between your lips. Minho was mesmerised by it, knowing that Jisung was also tasting him had his mind spiralling, and quickly pulling you closer, desperate for his girlfriends lips on his.

While Jisung had been grinding against Minho’s side, he’d edged himself incredibly close to the edge, only for his release to be taken from him when Minho had cum, his hips stopping when you pulled him close. But now, he was desperate. He began to once again grind himself against Minho’s side, desperate for any type of friction he could find, but before he could get himself into any sort of rhythm, his hips were held still, Minho lowly tutting at him as he held him. ‘oh baby’ his voice was laced with sweetness, a mocking tone hiding behind his smile. ‘rutting against me like a bitch in heat. How adorable’ he said as he placed his thumb against Jisung’s pout. You were straddling Minho now, watching Jisung’s big eyes and pouting lips from where you sat snuggled into Minho’s neck.

‘princess, baby boy is needy. Be a good girl.’ He said, gently hitting your ass as he shifted beneath you, a clear sign for you to move. You followed his orders, moving from his lap before Jisung took your place, his back against Minho’s chest. Minho placed soft kisses against Jisung’s neck as Jisung watched you, nervous on what you would do as you carefully pulled his sweatpants down. As he was released from the confines of his clothes, you could both see how desperate he was, red and leaking as he tried to hide his face and his growing blush. As you straddled him, your hand on his chin, you turned him to face you, kissing him hungrily as you sank down. The moan that left both of you was sensuous and guttural, the sound going straight to Minho’s head as he began playing with Jisung’s chest.

Jisung was overwhelmed to say the least. Minho’s hands across his chest, teasing and flicking his nipples, as well as his kisses along the younger boys neck, all coupled with the feel of you sinking down around him was too much for him to handle. A small tear spilled down his red cheeks as he began to whine, the overwhelming pleasure taking over him. Jisung wasn’t as long as Minho, but you could feel yourself stretching around him as you sank down, slowly rocking your hips forward as you adjusted to his size. You captured his lips with your own, your moans being trapped in your kiss as you began to ride him. Each small gasp and whine from his lips spurred you on, your pace increasing as you chased your high. Minho could tell from his position behind Jisung how close you both were getting, and could see Jisung barely holding himself together.

‘Cum sungie. Cum for us’, he whispered in Jisung’s ear. Jisung hadn’t even realised he was waiting for permission from Minho, but now that it had been granted, he finally released, filling the room with his moans as he reached the edge. You slowed your movements as he began to whine at the overstimulation, kissing along his chest as he caught his breath. Minho continued kissing along Jisung’s neck, before moving from under the younger boy. His hands ran along the length of your spine before coming to rest on your ass. You were still peppering Jisung’s chest with your kisses when Minho hooked his hands under your ass, lifting you off of Jisung. You whined at the empty feeling before Minho spoke. ‘come on baby sungie will be sensitive. Sungie, hold her while I finish what you started.’

Jisung wrapped his arms around you, Minho lining himself up behind you before sinking in. you had unintentionally edged yourself with Jisung, and were desperate for release. ‘please min, need you’ you begged, knowing how easy it was to get your way with your boyfriend. His fingers threaded through your hair as he began to thrust into you, increasing his pace with each moan and curse that fell from your lips. Jisung was still below you, and now that he had caught his breathy, he too was driving you crazy, his wandering hands and soft kisses in all the right places making you brainless. ‘min please- wanna- sungie fuck please’ your words were broken up with gasps and moans as Minho tugged your hair, Jisung’s lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. Your continued pleas coupled with your moans filling the room made Minho increase his pace even more, becoming almost animalistic as he chased his high. Your lips found Jisung’s as you reached your high, the younger boy swallowing your moans as your boyfriend sent you flying over the edge. It was seconds later that Minho reached the edge as well, emptying himself into you as his hips stuttered and slowed. Your body was limp on top of Jisung, and Minho’s arms quickly began to give way before he moved himself to the side so he wouldn’t hurt you. Slow kisses between you and Jisung was all the movement any of you could manage right now, eventually reaching out for Minho as well, craving his kisses.

As Minho pulled away, you and Jisung both pouted, a small whine leaving the boy below you, neither of you wanting Minho to go anywhere. ‘oh hush both of you. I’m gonna get cleaned up and get you something to wear I’ll be right back.’ he said, clearly unable to stay mad at either of you once he saw how cute you both looked. While Minho was gone, you continued to snuggle with Jisung, both of you sharing kisses and small giggles while you waited for him to return. When Minho returned to see you both giggling between kisses, his heart melted. He quickly moved toward the bed, scooping you up in his arms as he carried you from the room, waiting for Jisung to follow at every turn. Soon he had you both showered and in comfy pajamas, snuggled under the covers while he checked the door was locked and the lights were off in the rest of the house. When he returned, you and Jisung had already drifted off to sleep, cuddled into each other with not even the smallest gap between you. Minho cuddled in behind you, wrapping his arms over you both as he too drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you woke to feel Jisung’s arms around you, holding you close, but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. As you wiggled your way out of Jisung’s firm hold you heard a clatter in the kitchen, and followed the noise to see your boyfriend, tanned back bare with sweatpants hanging low on his waist as he stood over the sink, washing his hands. Your arms wrapped around his body surprising him, your cheek flush against his back as you moved around the kitchen holding him. ‘baby, need you to let go so I can make you breakfast’ he said as he pulled you around to his front. A quick peck on your lips was all you got before he was back to work preparing a breakfast feast for the three of you to enjoy. You sat watching him, making yourself a coffee as you watched your boyfriend cook before you heard a small noise from the bedroom. You figured it was probably nothing, and went back to humming along to the song Minho was singing, stomach rumbling as you watched the food cook.

The next time you heard a noise from the bedroom, it wasn’t quiet, and it wasn’t happy. Your eyes met Minho’s as you both realised what you were hearing. A sob. Loud desperate crying. Minho turned off the cooker, the two of you rushing to the bedroom to see Jisung crying, curled in on himself in a tangle of limbs and covers, face red and tear-stained. ‘sungie, sungie breathe. Its ok. What happened? You’re ok’ Minho’s voice was calm, but the panic wasn’t as well-hidden as he would have liked. He moved to Jisung’s side, wrapping his arms around the younger boy as he cried and struggled to get his words out.

‘I’m sorry I’m so so-sorry I shouldn’t have done it. I’m so st-stupid’ Jisung’s cries broke your heart as you moved to his other side, a delicate touch on his arm, cautious to overstep any boundaries. Minho had known him longer, and knew how to calm him down, but you had never seen Jisung in such a state before, and the thought of doing anything wrong or making things worse, sent a shiver down your spine. ‘what happened sungie? What did you do?’ Minho asked, his hand softly soothing the younger boy. ‘take your time’ you said as Jisung tried to get his words out.

‘last night – I’m- I’m so sorry. Shouldn’t have stayed. Sh-should go. I should leave you two’ he said, crying more and more with every word he spoke. ‘sungie, be honest with me now. Please.’ Minho said, waiting for Jisung to nod before continuing. ‘last night, did- did you not want-?’ his words stuck in his throat, not wanting to think that he had truly hurt his best friend or made him do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Jisung’s eyes widened, shaking his head quickly before Minho could finish his questions. ‘then why are you sorry?’ you asked, pulling Jisung’s attention away from Minho and onto you instead. ‘I just- you two are- youre so in love and so p-perfect for each other and d—don’t need me’ Jisung’s voice broke as he spoke, hiding his face in his hands as he tried to pull away. Waking in an empty bed, Jisung had assumed the worst – that you both regretted it, and would want nothing to do with him. Your eyes caught Minho’s as he silently nodded to you.

 ‘sungie, baby look at me’ you said, your fingers resting beneath his chin to lift his head up. ‘You’re right. I love Minho, and he loves me, but youre also wrong. We do need you. We want you. So long as you want us’ you said, eyes softening as you watched Jisung process your words. ‘yo-you want me?’ he sked, his eyes shining bright from the fresh tears as he looked between you both. ‘sung I have been in love with you since the day I met you. When I met y/n, I thought my feelings for you would fade but, well, they haven’t.’

‘y/n, you-youre ok with this?’ Jisung asked, turning to look at you more closely. ‘Jisung, Minho is the sexiest man I’ve ever met,’ at these words, you saw how jisungs face fell. ‘but you, Han Jisung, are the cutest. And we both love you.’ As you spoke, you wiped the last of the tears that fell down his cheeks, placing a gentle kiss on his tear-stained cheek to further your point.

As you pulled back, Jisung’s hand found your arm, pulling you closer once again as he captured your lips with his own, the bitter taste of coffee on your tongue grounding him even more. ‘come on sung, wipe your tears. I made breakfast and it will be getting cold.’ Minho said, swooping the younger boys body in his arms to carry him from the bed in a fit of giggles. As the three of you ate, you stole soft kisses, quick touches and knowing looks. You all knew you had a lot to talk about, but you were all excited for what would come next in your new relationship.  

#kpop smut #kpop #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids jisung #stray kids jisung smut #skz jisung smut #skz jisung #stray kids minho #stray kids Minho smut #skz Minho #skz Minho smut #stray kids han #stray kids han smut #skz han smut #skz minsung #stray kids minsung #skz minsung smut

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Thicker Than Blood (Aemond X OC) Chapter 7

A/N: ouuu lovers quarrel

word count: 1,009 words

Last part

I sneak out of my chambers to head to the gardens, wrapped in only a cloak to cover my nightgown. It’s late, very late and this is the only time I could slip out unnoticed because my guards are switching shifts. I haven’t been able to sleep the past few nights, too focused on the strife between my family. Mother almost took us back to Dragonstone a few days ago but I only just managed to convince her that we should stay. I don’t even know why I want to stay. I miss Dragonstone and it most definitely isn’t because of him. Just thinking of the name Aemond Targaryen makes my blood boil. Things were going to be better, even good and he ruined it. He defiled our name, reduced us to that one word that haunts me at night, that follows like an inescapable shadow. Bastard.

I sit down under the trellis that I like. I’ve always felt that it was my own secret nook, a hidden gem of sorts. I lean against it and I can feel the greenery against my cloak. I admire the climbing vines. It’s peaceful here, untainted by duty.

“I thought i’d find you out here.” 

He taints it.

“You’re ruining my respite. Leave.” I say to him sharply.

“You always appreciated it when I came to find you out here when we were younger. You would practically lead me to you.” His tone is haughty. It makes me defensive.

“That was then.” I pause for a moment. “You aren’t the same boy you once were.” I know that my words will hurt him.

“I’m sorry that your brother gouging my eye out has caused me to grow bitter.” He says resentfully. He walks over to stand in front of me.

“You ruined dinner. Everything was so close to being fixed. We almost went home, Aemond.” My voice raises as I look up at him and eyes meet for the first time tonight.

“I didn’t start it. You know I didn’t.” He gives me a look like he’s trying to make me see the truth.

“My brothers were being amiable.” I defend.

“You saw how he laughed.” Aemond speaks. He doesn’t have to clarify for me to understand what he means.

“He’s just a stupid boy.” I try to justify.

“Yes and i’m sure his actions were all without malice.” He responds sarcastically.

“He’s not some devil child. You’re the one who is at fault here.” I say angrily, my voice raising as I speak.

“I am not at fault. Jacaerys is the one who got violent.” He says like he’s painting himself as some innocent angel.

“Because you called us bastards!” I nearly shout at him. I feel my anger boiling over.

“Did I? I don’t recall that part of the evening.” He says and I hate how he plays dumb.

“Will you stand here and tell me that the word ‘strong’ had no other insinuations behind it?” He must be able to see it on my face now, how much this all upsets me.

He cringes. “I wasn’t saying it to you.” The explanation is a weak defence.

“Did you truly think I wouldn’t take you calling my brothers bastards as an insult? That comment automatically extends to me.” I know he already knows this. Perhaps he was hoping I was too stupid to understand. The thought of it only makes me more angry.

“I spent the entirety of my childhood being the target of their jokes. You must understand that it wasn’t my intent to hurt you along with them.” He says, trying to convince me to understand.

“Then why couldn’t you have said something else? Those words are more than dangerous when you are speaking them about the future king. You only wished to cut my brothers as deeply as you could. You couldn’t have cared about hurting me otherwise you never would have said it.” I can see that my words ring true to him.

“I lost my temper.” He says simply. As if that could ever be enough for me to forgive him.

“Because a little boy, three years younger than you, laughed?” There's a bite in my words. I never thought i’d want to humiliate him like the way I do right now.

“How dare you speak to me like this?” He speaks but has nothing of value left to say.

So there’s no clever retort for the first time in his life?

“What is it going to be then? You’re my uncle and I should respect you or i’m a woman and I should shut my mouth?” I snap at him.

He clenches his teeth, looking more pissed off than i’ve ever seen him. “I wasn’t going to say either of those things.”

I smirk condescendingly. “Liar.” I dust off my dress as I stand. “Since my personal time has been so rudely interrupted, I think i’ll be heading back to my chambers. No need to escort me back.” I begin to walk away.

“I wasn’t going to offer.” I hear him grumble under his breath like a sulking child.

When I make it back to my chambers, I begin rummaging through my drawer until I find the gifts he had given me. I pull out the sapphire necklace.

“Myra?” I call out. “I would like to be readied for bed.” I tell her as she walks in and she gives me a little nod before picking up my hairbrush. I hold up my necklace so she can see. “Do you like this?” I ask her.

“Yes, my princess. It’s very beautiful. It is new?” She inquires tentatively. 

“Yes, a gift… from Aemond.” I say like it’s unimportant. 

“A very generous gift. Most would expect a courting announcement soon.” My spine straightens when I hear her say it. I didn’t realize until now.

He was going to court me? I brush the thought off, deciding that he was just toying with me.

“No.” I say with a tone of finality. “You will wear it tomorrow.”

taglist (comment to be added):

General: @valeskafics @urmomsgirlfriend1 @girlwith-thepearlearring @darylandbethfanforever9 @lovellies @juhdoche @papichulo120627 @watercolorskyy

Thicker than blood: @bellameshipper @g-cf2020 @lady-of-winterfell @s-we-e-t-t-ea

#aemond targaryen #hotd #aemond #aemond fic #aemond x oc #hotd fic #aemond targaryen x oc

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Comforting Quiet Day in the Bunker

Summary - Part 56 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: Another slow-ish fluffy chapter this week. I think we’re getting close to wrapping this all up soon. I’ve loved this story so much and love all of you who have been reading along too!

You wake up to a cold empty bed, which at first is a shock but you quickly accept it. You know Dean never really sleeps well with Destiny in the bed with you. He’s such a light sleeper and she wriggles so much. You also know that with the events yesterday, he would never complain. You pull yourself out of the bed just as the door swings open.

“Morning, Mamma Y/N,” Destiny says as she jumps up on the bed. Dean follows quietly behind her, his hands full with a tray stacked with pancakes, fruits and coffee.

“What’s all this?” You ask as you sit back down leaning against the headboard. Dean carefully joins you both, placing the tray gently in the middle of the bed.

“Just showing how much we love you,” Dean says as he leans past Destiny to peck your lips. He then hands you a mug of coffee, made exactly as you like it, before placing a mug of his own on his bedside table. “I spoke to Bobby this morning. He thinks we’re overreacting. He doesn’t know of any hunts in our area nor of any hunter families with two young girls. Plus, few hunters would dare mess with the Winchesters.”

“Oh, I’m glad I’m a Winchester then,” you reply.

Destiny looks at you hopefully, “Am I? Am I a Win… Chester?”

You look at Dean questioningly. He nods. “Yeah. If you want.”

“Yay!” 

You smile as you dig into the delicious tray of pancakes and fruit. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

After breakfast, Destiny runs off to her room to play while you and Dean stay in bed a while longer. You know he can’t have gotten much sleep last night and you’re in no rush to leave his arms, so you enjoy being cuddled up in his embrace.

“I ever tell you I spent time at a boy's home?” Dean asks softly.

“No? What was that like?”

“I’ve never actually admitted it to anyone, but it was some of the best months of my life. That was the last time I truly let myself believe I could get out of the hunting life. I told Sam it wasn’t for me, but in truth, I wanted to stay. Baby, I really wanted to stay. I had my first real crush there, was gonna go to my first real school dance. It was great, I was able to just be me. Not a hunter or a killer, just a normal teenage kid.”

“So, why’d you leave? I know how strong you are, if you wanted to stay you could have found a way.”

“The night of the dance…Dad came back, said he had a job. The guy that ran the place, Sonny, he said he was willing to stick his neck out for me, tell my dad to go jump, you know? I almost took him up on it too. But…” Dean sighs and leans his head on yours. “But I heard the car horn and I looked out the window. There was Sam, so young and innocent, leaning out the back window playing with this toy plane and I couldn’t help but smile. I ended up in the home because I stole bread to feed him, how could I leave him alone with dad and all that crap? It’s always been my job to protect Sammy. That was the role given to me at four years old. I’m his big brother…” 

You feel a tear drip down into your hair. “Dean, Honey.” You turn around in his arms and cradle his face. You place a soft kiss on his lips as your thumbs wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been so hard to experience all that and then give it up. You’re an amazing brother, but you’ve paid such a high cost for that.” You kiss him again softly. “You know I love hearing stories from your past, but I gotta ask: what made you open up now?” He shakes his head and shrugs. You let him rest his head on your shoulder as you hold him close from your place in his lap. “It’s okay, we don’t have to talk, we can just cuddle. It’s alright.”

After a while, he lifts his head and says, “It’s just everything. This new glimmer of hope. The new house. Adopting that little girl into our little family. Considering going back to my original dream career…When I was at the boys home I told this girl that I would have loved to work with cars when I grew up. I think a lot of that inspiration came from Bobby, but it was a passion of mine.”

“You do love that car. I’ve seen how happy and proud you are whenever you wash her or fix her up.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just Baby. I also loved working on that red car for you. You know how I feel about planes, so to me, cars our our key to the world. And they’re just so interesting.”

You smile, loving seeing him so happy and passionate. Dean sighs. “I also told her I wanted to be a rockstar…”

“Dean? Have you been holding out on me all this time? Can you play the guitar?”

“If I had a guitar Dad would’ve broken it down for a weapon or firewood. I wouldn’t mind learning now though, since we’re gonna have more time on our hands.”

“I think I could handle being married to a rockstar…”

Dean smirks and takes hold of your waist as he kisses you deeply. He then trails kisses down your neck as he grinds his hips against yours. “Yeah? How about a sex god?”

“You have an awfully big ego there, Mr Winchester. I hope you can back it up.”

“Is that a challenge?” His now dark lust-filled eyes meet yours briefly as you wink at him. “Oh, bring it on, Mrs Winchester. I hope you’re ready.”

Dean takes his time teasing you; kissing down your neck, his hands roaming over your body, his hands and lips paying special attention to your breasts once he frees you from your shirt. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your stomach on the way to the waistband of your pants. He pulls the elastic between his teeth and pulls back, but as he does a knock on the door startles you both, causing him to growl. The elastic slips free and snaps harshly against your skin causing you to let out a soft groan. 

Dean drops his head so his forehead is resting on your stomach. “I can’t take much more of this, Baby. I need you…”

“I know…” You quickly sit up and pull your shirt back over your head as you call out, “Come in.”

The door swings open to reveal the taller Winchester. Dean looks over his shoulder briefly and shoots daggers at his brother before dropping his head back to your stomach with a groan. “You have exactly five seconds to close that door before I come over there and kill you.”

You smack Dean’s shoulder. “Ignore him. What’s up, Sam?”

“You know, Dean? You guys came home in the middle of my date so you can go screw yourself.”

“If you don’t hurry up and close that door then I’m going to have to!”

“I really don’t feel bad, sorry Dean.”

“Alright, that’s enough from both of you!” you say flatly cutting them both off. “Sam, we had a damn good reason for interrupting and you know it. And Dean, it’s just sex, you’ll survive. 

Dean lifts his head to glare at you. “Just? Just sex? Really?”

You shake your head at him before looking back over at Sam. “Anyway, what do you need, Sam?”

“Eileen caught a case, I’m gonna go with. Just wanted to let you know. Oh, and…Your daughter’s hungry and the fridge is almost empty. But anyway, you guys have a great day. I’ll be back in a few days.”

Dean growls, “Bitch!”

“Jerk!”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at their childish antics. “Be safe, Sam.”

“Always.” He closes the door behind him and you listen as his heavy footsteps retreat down the hall.

“I can’t wait to move into that house where he can’t interrupt us anymore…” Dean sighs.

“Alright, Grumpy. Sounds like reality calls. Let’s go have lunch and then go get some groceries. Maybe we can even stop by the place and start getting measurements for new furniture.”

“Fine…” Dean grumbles but gets up with you and gets dressed in his normal attire.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Tag list: (Leave a like or comment on this post or let me know below if you want to be added to the tag list for this series)

@bitchwitch1981, @muhahaha303, @justrealizedimmascifygurl, @mcdowell-123, @leigh70, @marvelsmarauder, @losa12308, @tapedeck-hearts, @luvjaida, @peachtxa, @ambearsstuff, @shadow-of-a-cloud, @slut-for-buck, @iprobablyshipit91, @sassy-pelican, @fallenlilangel99, @heavenlyhopeful0, @nelachu2423, @ladysparkles78, @canyouimaginethatstory, @mrlonelycat, @roseblue373, @staley83

#dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff

[orginllazyblog]

In a brand new home, it was a relaxing evening. It was Gavus' turn to cook for dinner. The twins were in their rooms playing board games that they borrowed from their friends as they waited.

At the kitchen area, when Gavus was not looking, Eugene sneakily added saline type seasoning in the pot as he knew the food would come off plain just like him. That is where the hypogean trickster got caught by none other than his “friend”.

“Eugene, I know you're there.”

“Well~ You caught me this time, pigeonhead.”

“What did you add this time?”

“Just adding more flavor to it. The two-imps need nutrition, Gavus.”

“Well, the kids prefer my cooking than the last time you made your spicy food.”

“*Gasp* How dare you! At least I add seasoning to it.”

“Eugene, you added 10 tablespoons of spice.”

“I thought they'll be able to handle it well-”

///“How could you!”///

“Was that Liberta just now?”

“Seems like it. We should check on them.”

Eugene went ahead as Gavus turned off the stove to follow up and check on their kids. When the two enter their rooms, they see Liberta crying as Lucilla tries to apologize to her brother.

“Liberta, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.”

“Lucilla, what happened? Why is your brother crying?”

“Just explain to us so that we don't get mad.”

“Well…I may have told him he's adopted.”

Gavus and Eugene went silent for a moment. They indeed found them both as Gavus was ordered to retrieve the “weapons” only to turn out to be infants. To which ended up abandoning their factions to raise them instead of treating them like a tool weapon as the twins were only mortals, not immortals.

“Um… Lucilla? You're also adopted as well. What makes you think like that?”

Liberta spoke up as he tried to say the truth, “I-I don't have pointy ears like you dads..”

“Oh.”

“Is that so?”

Eugene walks up to the twins to scruff their hairs as his way of comfort. Though that would be Gavus' part. So he went up to them to give them a hug.

“Liberta, you only inherited my celestial power but that doesn't mean you're different like the rest of us. We both love you as our own.”

“*sniff* Thanks papa.”

“There, there. Gavus should be finishing with the food, so let's head to the main floor.”

Nighttime 

“Liberta, I'm sorry for what I said before.”

“It's okay. We were just playing (afk arena monopoly version). I admit it was fun.”

“Night brother.”

“Goodnight Lucilla.”

.

.

.

.

“Lucilla, are you still awake?”

“*Sniff* yeah..”

“Are you crying?”

“W-what if I'm the adopted one? Because I'm the only one with horns.”

“...”

The twins went to their dads room as both can't sleep and have a question they need to know. Liberta slightly knocks the door to see if they are still awake.

“Dad? Are you still awake?”

The door creaks open revealing to be Gavus. 

“Kids? Why are you two up at this late hour?”

“We can't go to sleep.”

“And Lucilla wants to talk to dad for-”

“Hey! I didn't say that!”

“Yes, you did.”

The children were bickering which made Eugene wake up.

“*Yawn* What's up little devils…had a nightmare?”

“Let's talk in the living room, shall we."

As the family sat down on Gavus’ couch, Lucilla stayed quiet, not wanting to answer her dads when a few hours ago of the “adopted” discussion. Liberta had to nudge if he was going to do the talking or she'll never hear the end of it.

“Dad…why do I have horns if you don’t have one?”

“Oh! I did have horns back then.”

“You used to have horns, Eugene? Why didn't you say that before?”

“Well you never ask. Lucilla, my horns were similar like yours, but I removed them with magic in order to not scare off the mortals easily and to not give away of my hypogean identity."

“Did it hurt though?”

“Well I can't remember how it was way back then. Before your father attacked the poor me~.”

“Okay, back to bed, kids.”

______________________________________

Should i do more fics about them?

#afk arena #eugavus #wholesome family fic #afk lucilla #afk liberta #afk gavus #afk eugene