8 Works by TwoBranches
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It should worry the hell out of him, the way he could stare at the man’s hands as they tore through muscle, broke bone, and crave to have them running through his body, fingernails digging in and still bloody. It has made him become a part of something bigger in the worst possible way, outside of the carefully built system that saves lives and takes them, never for selfish reasons. Because he would kill for that man without an order, against an order, control slipping through his fingers like a weight tied to a rope, burning the bare skin of his palms.
For a few moments, they just sit there, side by side, the only sounds being the distant buzzing of the generator and the trickle of soft rain against the safehouse’s ventilation system.
“Soap.”
“Simon.”
Ghost looks at him. His eyes lack the usual edge, replaced by something Soap might dare to call doubt, that was directed to him in rare, quiet moments.
“Soaking my shirt up won’t dry up yours.”
Or; their car dies out in the middle of nowhere. They make the most of the time they have while waiting for aid.
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“It’s like… You only get to know half of it.” Her brow is furrowed as she fiddles with the small figurine. “It can’t go that well if you have no clue of what else you’re going to work with.”
“Could show you my half.”
He waits for some kind of comeback, or a half-assed scoff that never comes. Instead, her hands freeze, and her gaze meets his.
“Okay.”
It’s a soft spoken, serious answer that he wasn’t expecting. She was sitting still, observing him in that careful way that always made him want to kiss her on the mouth. Dallas could have sworn time had stopped, if it weren’t for the dust particles dancing in the air like fireflies.
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Estaban de coña. Podría haber jurado que ella estaba de coña. Pero ahora, esperando sentado sobre el taburete con el cuaderno en las manos mientras ella se quita la camisa, no está tan seguro.
Dios, es suave por todas partes.
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Cessanne threw her head back at his words, a shaky “please” leaving her lips as her thighs started to tremble. He felt the hand stimulating her own clit speeding up, chasing release.
“My love, I wanna fuck you for hours. I wanna get you so filled up you can’t stop it from coming out-“ She lets out a cry. “so I have to take it with my fingers,” he removes his digits from inside. “And get it in again, fuck it into you again so no drop is wasted.” With one swift thrust, he pushes them back in.
He wasn't sure how he was going to last. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how he was going to survive.
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La voz suave y baja de Jayce se siente como un bien preciado que Viktor desea conservar para siempre, algo que no puede perturbar. Así que mantiene los ojos cerrados. Dedos gruesos y endurecidos por el trabajo en la forja rozan su sien para apartar un mechón de pelo de su cara. Es algo tan tierno, tan íntimo, que casi le dan ganas de llorar.
Jayce nunca lo había tocado así.
O; Viktor descubre que Jayce susurra lo que se le pasa por la cabeza cuando su compañero está dormido. Viktor actúa como si no tuviera ni idea, hasta que deja de fingir.
(You can find the English version in my profile!)
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Jayce’s soft, low voice is something precious that he wishes to keep forever, something he can’t disturb.
So, he keeps his eyes closed. Thick and calloused fingers graze over his temple to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face. And it’s so tender, so intimate it almost makes him want to cry.Jayce has never touched him like this.
Or; Viktor finds out Jayce whispers whatever crosses his mind when his partner is asleep. He acts clueless, until he doesn’t.
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Viktor didn´t think he would welcome the feeling of being cold again. But when such a feeling is being carried by Jayce´s wandering hands, by the tip of his nose when it brushes againts his cheek, It sparks a low fire deep in his guts.
It feels like the warmest welcome back, a constant reminder of the second chance they´ve been given. -
Who Will Love You, Who Will Fight (And Who Will Fall Behind) by TwoBranches
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
21 Mar 2022
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Just a colored sketch I thought I could post here. Am I late to the got party? Absolutely. But is that gonna stop me? Not today.
I imagine this taking place before battle, when they look at each other´s eyes, and find a little of the support and courage they need, feelings unspoken between them.
The end of the show broke me ok