#men are hot and the older they get the hotter they are ok

[phantomspacegirl]

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[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check Part 16

Who you Bro not What you Bro

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“And what are your goals?”

Steve sighs, hanging his head. “To show Billy that I’m cool- we can’t do this, Robs, he’ll see right through it.”

“No, he won’t. You were bi this whole time and neither of you had the slightest clue. I think he isn’t gonna notice a little slight subterfuge.” Robin leans over, reachs into the backseat and pulls out the stupid white rhinestone cowboy hat and plops it onto his head. “Now, what are your goals, cowboy?”

He closes his eyes. “To show Billy that I’m cool with being touched and it’s no big deal.”

“And?”

“And that I’m just as hot as Jason so he better snap me up while he can.”

“Right. If not hotter. And how do we accomplish that?”

“I’m gonna flirt with him, and with Jason, and with strangers. Maybe kiss someone,” He nods, steeling himself. “Just another night out with the boys. But. Flirty. Oh god.” Steve covered his face with his hands.

“And my goals are to watch your boy like a hawk and see how he reacts.” She reaches back and puts his hat’s twin on her head, checking herself quickly in the mirror. “Stop thinking about the play wrestling. It was fine.”

“I was a mega creep.”

“Why do you always make it sound like a violation of the Geneva convention? It sounded like regular frat guy behavior. I’ve seen you all with your ball taps and bro hugs. If anything it probably gave friend zone vibes. I’ll watch, if he seems actually creeped out I’ll do the signal.” She brushes the brim of her hat.

“Okay. You really think it’s fine?”

“You didn’t like ravish his body or something.” She shrugs. “I mean I’m overthinker number one but I really don’t think it was bad.”

“When it comes time to actually do that I may totally freak out.” Steve mumbles. “I mean if Billy… if we ever… yeah.”

“Just breathe. All you have to do tonight is be your charming self.” She opens her door. “We can also just leave if you need to.”

Steve nods, “Right. Yes. Ok. I’m doing it.”

He follows her out of the car into the chilly night are. A row of scrubby hedges have been planted around the small lot, as if shielding the Cottonmouth from the neighborhood. It’s a squat building with faded barn red paint and a proud neon sign featuring a large snake’s head.

The handful of motorcycles out front might have it mistaken for a biker bar, but inside it’s pretty clear that it isn’t. The older woman who stamps their hands has a harness on over her muscle tee, and she has a tattoo of a pinup girl that Steve struggles not to stare at.

Inside there’s a more than moderate crowd, mostly men. For a split second Steve panics that they have the wrong place. Everyone here just seems so much older.

But then he spies Jason Carver waving them over to the bar, where there’s a cluster of people he vaguely recognizes from around campus. Even the bartender doesn’t look quite old enough to be serving drinks.

Steve is so relieved to see them, he doesn’t even register that Billy is talking to someone, a slim brunette guy with a tattoo crawling out of his tight v-neck shirt.

Steve throws himself into Billy’s arms. “Thank fuck you’re here. I thought we fully had the wrong place.”

Billy pats his back. “Hey, Stevie. This is Connor.”

Steve pulls back, glancing over at the guy. He looks vaguely familiar, but not quite enough for Steve to be able to say for sure.

“Hey, man.” Steve pulls away from Billy and offers his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Steve.”

Connor eyes Steve’s hand disdainfully. “Yeah thanks, bro. Connor.”

Steve frowns and catches Jason rolling his eyes.

“Hi. I’m Robin.” Robin cuts in between them, pushed by the crowd in front of Steve closely.

Connor glances between them. “Nice hats.”

“Thanks.” Steve tips his.

“We got them for Steve’s first experience out at a gay bar.” Robin says weirdly loudly.

Connor furrows his very neat eyebrows, his eyes still darting between them.

“Speaking of.” Jason shoves a drink into Steve’s hand. “Let’s dance. I wanna get lit tonight.”

Steve shrugs, smiling helplessly at Billy and Connor. “Nice to meet you, Dude.”

“Ugh, ignore him. He’s such an asshole.” Carver grumbles, barely loud enough to be heard over Beyoncé’s belting.

“Who?” Steve glances back. Robin hasn’t followed, preferring to get cozy between Billy and Connor at the bar.

“Connor. He’s a pretentious little thing,” Jason says with a sour scoff, pulling Steve out onto the floor and draping Steve’s arm over his shoulder.

Steve’s brain is too confused by everything to take that in for a moment, pinging between Jason’s motions and the heat fron the sea of strangers around them.

He’s doing it, he’s at a gay bar with people who know. He’s dancing when he’s not even drunk enough and men are looking at him and he likes it.

And it’s fucking terrifiying. He glances back at Billy nervously and Billy throws him a wide smile.

“Are they…?” Steve asks way too late, when Jason’s words finally settle in his brain.

Carver snorts. “I fucking hope not. But I also assume not because Billy talks a big game, but he doesn’t seem interested in anyone.”

That’s because he’s too interested in you, Steve thinks as Jason looks down, swirling his hips.

“So… your boyfriend is away?” Steve hates and loves the level of the music. It feels just low enough that they aren’t yelling, but way too quiet for it to feel private.

“Oh yeah, he has a whole thing with his family.”

“Are you going home for break?” Steve shrugs. “My parents scheduled a cruise so I’ll be here the whole time.”

“Nah, I’ll be here. my mom planned a whole like Church trip thing, but I told her I didn’t want to do it, and we got in a whole fight.” Jason rolls his eyes.

“That sucks.”

“No, it’s fine. Plus I’m taking two classes-” Jason starts.

“Hey.” Billy puts his arm over Steve’s shoulder, sending a elecro-shock heat over Steve’s whole body.

“Hey there, sore loser.” Jason says with a giggle.

Billy cackles, the sound pounding in Steve’s bones as deeply as the bass line. Steve’s phone goes off in his pocket several times but he ignores it. He’s frozen with jealousy, staring at Carver.

“You lookin’ for a rematch, Carver?” Billy asks.

“Sure. Who’s gonna stand in for you?” Jason shoots back.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Steve asks.

“Oh.” Jason rolls his eyes. “I have my picture on the wall for the record for staying on the bull, and Hargrove tried to beat me.”

Steve almost gasps “when” like a jealous girlfriend in a soap opera, but he guesses it doesn’t matter. The jealousy is the same either way.

“How long is your record?” Steve asks.

“A minute and four seconds.”

“Holy shit, Dude. You were on the bull for a minute?” Steve gapes at him.

Jason smiles smugly. “What can I say. I can ride. Hey, Hargrove, maybe the two of you could beat me together. You know. With the power of friendship.”

Billy tugs Steve just a little closer. “Please, of course we could.”

“No fucking way-” Steve gasps it way too breathlessly because Billy’s body grazes his and seemingly reawakens every nerve in his skin at once.

“You’re both going to eat it so hard,” Jason grins.

“Yeah. Yes we will, Billy can last like ten seconds,” Steve shakes his head.

“Excuse me, you don’t know about my moves.” Billy scoffs.

“Well, I can do better than that at least,” Someone says behind them. “What do you say, Billy?”

Jason shifts, pulling Connor into Steve’s like of vision hard by his elbow.”

“Yeah, we can do better, you’re so on, Hargrove.” Jason says quickly.

Connor scowls and opens his mouth again but Carver all but drags him towards the bull.

Steve’s phone is going off like crazy and he fumbles with is, shoving it back in his pocket when he sees that its Robin calling.

“Who’s that?” Billy asks.

Steve can’t even look at Billy, he’s much too nervous. He downs his drink in one go instead, letting the vodka burn.

“I’m not drunk enough, yet.” He says to Billy.

Billy hoots, steering them dowards the bull. “Well, I am. Want another, Pretty Boy?”

Steve doesn’t know what’s going on or how to feel about it. He twists in Billy’s grip and practically melts with relief when he sees Robin approaching.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re riding the bull? I guess?” He says.

She looks positively horrified. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck yeah we are!” Billy tugs Steve closer and he’s distracted from how close they are by the tug of Billy’s warmth. He’s wearing those tight jeans and a stupid white undershirt you can see his nipples through, and he’s so warm, and it’s driving Steve mad.

“For what dark purpose? Remind me?” Steve asks, his voice tight with arousal and nerves.

“We have to crush Carver’s record.”

“What happened to a nice dance? What happened to drinks?” Steve scoffs.

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is bullridin’ Billy.” Billy replies with a giggle.

Steve makes a nervous squeak of a noise. “I’m about to fall on my face, man.”

“I won’t let anything happen to your pretty face,” Billy pouts. “You know that.”

“This is so not how I pictured our first threesome.” Steve mutters.

Billy trips just a little and so does Steve. That was more like something he would say before all this, when they were just buddies. Is it too weird now?

But Billy’s cut off from whatever he would have replied because one of the bartenders gets up on the side of where the bull is penned with a microphone.

“We have a challenge to our current reigning Bull Champion! Who’s ready to ride with Baby Jay again?” The crowd cheers, a few older guys leering at Carver. “ And his partner Connor? Connor, right?”

Steve looks at an older hairy guy who’s saying something to Jason. “Um, how old is this boyfriend?”

“He’s in a frat, thank god.” Billy whispers into Steve’s ear.

There are several cheers from all around. Steve feels frankly a little sick looking at the bull which is lit in neon greens and blues by the Christmas lights strung through the wood rafters of the bar.

“It’ll be fun,” Billy says, like he can read Steve’s mind. Steve can smell the alcohol on his breath and he wishes he was a little drunker. Or a lot drunker.

Jason whispers something to the bartender and then climbs up onto the bull behind a surly looking Connor. The bartender hops down and steps over to the controls.

Steve only has a second to recognize that Jason doesn’t hold onto Connor before it begins and Connor goes flying almost immediately, flopping onto the mats with a yelp.

Jason looks like he’s smiling, but it’s hard to tell as the bull bucks faster and faster.

And then Carver falls too, luckily far away from Connor into the corner of the mats.

“That can’t have been that long, we could beat that,” Steve laughs.

“Thirty two seconds tonight, not his best.” The bartender announces. “Can uhhh Steve and Bobby beat it?”

Billy chuckles. “I knew you’d be in.”

They both rush to the mats, getting a pat on the back from Carver and a scowl from Connor.

Steve can’t hear the bartender. He can’t hear the music. They climb up onto the bull, and Steve can’t quite figure out where Jason put his hands to hold on so he wraps his hands around Billy’s waist.

It feels far too slow, but it’s hard to understand what’s happening when he clings close to Billy and gets a whiff of Billy’s cigarette-y musk. He catches a glimpse of Robin filming, her mouth open.

Billy’s ass is fitted right next to Steve’s dick, and they’re rocking slow and steady into each other. And the overwhelm of the evening crashes down on him.

The room spins around them and Steve holds on to Billy tightly, his heart in his throat. What are they even doing here when Steve wants to be at home under the covers with Billy watching a movie, rather than trying to figure out out if he’s flirting right or not. Where was the gay club for that?

He suddenly hates the game of it all. He rests his forehead on Billy’s neck. His hat topples off his head into nowhere and before he knows it they are too, landing on the mats in a tangle of limbs.

“Your champions, at thirty eight seconds! Not record beating, but certainly enough for tonight. And isn’t that what we’re all looking for?” The bartender asks right as ‘Here You Come Again,’ by Dolly Parton starts up.

Steve shoves himself upright in Billy’s lap and someone shoves an instant camera in their faces. Steve is scared to know what his face looks like when the flash does off, because he can’t peel his eyes off Billy’s red, laughing face.

Steve’s phone is going off again and his head is still swimming.

“Never let me do that again.” Steve says.

Billy just laughs more, grabbing Steve’s half-crushed cowboy hat and propping it up on his own head.

“Two more drinks, you’ll be climbing up there with Robin.” Billy replies, and his voice feels soft and low and terrific.

Steve wants to kiss him again. He wants to ask why the fuck he’s so hung up on Jason Carver or fucking Connor when Steve feels like he couldn’t be more obvious.

“Can we just dance now?” Steve asks instead, because he’s not sure he can handle the answer. And he doesn’t know if he’s ever wanted anything as much as he wants to dance like all of this doesn’t matter to him.

“Hell yeah, anything the champion wants.”

It’s small just a tiny twitch of Billy’s lip, but they’re so close Steve can see Billy’s every expression.

Before he has a chance to decipher it, Billy’s plucking him up and leading him off the platform into the crowd.

[girllovestorock925866]

behind the scenes

This story is based in 2024 with current Nikki sixx and Tommy Lee it's fiction

Nikki and Tommy are their current ages reader is 32

Warnings age gap threesome mmf

21+ to read

Inspired by my fantasy

You are an upcoming photographer who recently got an opportunity of a lifetime to photograph your idols aka mötley crüe well 2 of Nikki and Tommy it was for a upcoming photoshoot featuring the terror twins

You couldn't believe it when you got a message from Nikki on Instagram saying he loves your photography and would like you to do the photos you had a crush on them both you had to keep it professional because this shoot could get you places

At the studio you set up for the shoot then go next room to get a water only to see Nikki and Tommy walking in to get red bull

Well hello camera girl Nikki says with a sexy smile on his face

Yo picture girl what's up Tommy says who seems very excited to see you as well

Hi guys my name is Jess I'm the photographer of the photo shoot

We know who are we talked on Instagram remember ?

Yeah but that's part of my job introducing myself first so you guys ready to get started

Yeah give me a few minutes I got to call my fucking soon to be ex wife to tell her come and get the rest of her shit out of my house Nikki says throwing his red bull can across the room hitting the trash can

Yeah I'm go grab a smoke right quick

Ok guys I'll be waiting to set up the first shot

Dude she's fucking hot you should totally hit that sixx your single now

T bone I'm not going to date anyone let alone get married again Donna and that bitch who I was married to for 7 years made me realize it's better to just fuck around and not commit to anything

Bro I've been telling you that for years why don't we ask her for threesome bro she's hotter the c even though of being

Nikki Walks in the dressing room with Tommy changing into their wardrobe for the shoot Nikki wears a red sleeveless shirt a par of black leather pants with a and checkerboard vans while tommy went for a a black tank top jeans and Converse

And walk out to the shooting room where Jess was waiting for them

Wow you guys look hot

Not as hot as you babe Nikki says walking up to you as Tommy makes his way over to you to

So I think we should put that camera to better use for more pleasurable reasons don't you think t bone Nikki says looking at tommy smirking

Absolutely sixx

Jess looking at two older men next to her in total shock and slowly getting turned on by their words

You don't mean me and you 2 do you ?

Ding ding ding we have a winner Nikki says sarcastically as he picks up Jess's video camera checking it out then putting it back on the tripod

With Tommy behind you kissing your neck

Nikki turns the camera on walking back to you smashing his lips against yours as Tommy starts to undress you he gets your top off and starts to massage your boobs moaning as Nikki starts deepening the kissing as he slides his hand down to your panties slowly rubbing you easing a finger inside after a few minutes he pulls his finger out licking it clean

He and Tommy undress themselves

Ok baby get up on that table on all fours

Nikki comes up behind you as Tommy gets in front of your mouth Nikki hands Tommy a bandana Tommy ties it around your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud so others in the photography studio couldn't hear Nikki enters you from behind while tommy enters your mouth then the pleasure just took over both of them pounding away the older men moaning and throwing their heads back Nikki gripping her hips Tommy releases down your throat not wasting a single drop

Come on open up show the camera what a good girl you are by swallowing it all Tommy puts the video camera on your face have you swallowing his loud than panning out to show Nikki fucking you fast and hard a few minutes pass Nikki shoots his load inside of you

Just when you thought they was done using you they switch places tommy enters you from behind and Nikki hitting the back of your throat the room was filled with moans and nasty sounds no matter how quiet they tried to keep you a moan would still escape even with a bandana around your mouth you all 3 reach your releases get dressed and get back to the photo shoot now with a steamy video for keepsakes

[tf-boi]

Hero’s Day Off

A story requested by @warmoria 

Hope you guys enjoy!

It was a quiet afternoon as two young men sat in a small 1 bedroom apartment.

Enjoying a simple breakfast as the older one reads the morning news.

The younger one, Peter (age 20), stares at his boyfriend Bobby (age 22)  with a very intense look.

“So. . . we’ve been dating for a year now so I gotta ask. . . “ Peter spoke up.

“W-what? My origin?” Bobby smirked “I’d be happy to tell you!”

“No no, well yes but another time is fine. . .” Peter interrupted.

Bobby had a secret that only a few people know, he's actually a superhero, Elastico, whose power is to be able to stretch and shape his body as he pleases.

“Then what is it?” Bobby said, stretching his neck across the table to hear Peter’s question.

“How do you guys change costumes so fast?”

Bobby gave a confused look. “Well the other members of the Council of Heros normally wear their costumes on patrol, but I guess for those who still have a day job like Fast Man, he can do it pretty quick.”

“And how bout you?” Peter said putting his finger on Bobby’s forehead.

“Me?”

“Yeah you”

“Oh, I don’t need to.”

“What??” Peter said confused.

“Oh let me show you then. . .” Bobby said, his body flowing out of his pajamas almost like liquid, showing his nude body. The clothes flop to the ground with nobody in them.

Peter blushes and turns away.

“Oh come on, we’ve seen each other naked. . . “ Bobby said putting his hands on his hips “Now watch this!” Bobby said as his superhero outfit appears on his body suddenly, a blue, white and black suit with black boots.

“But how???” Peter said stunned.

“Oh silly, my power is more than stretching! I can shape my body in any way and form! I technically don’t need clothes. . .”

“But I’ve seen you BUY clothes!” Peter says, opening Bobby’s closet full of nice clothes.

“Sometimes I want to be like you guys. . . besides I saw on the cameras that you liked sniffing my clothes, socks, and don’t even get me started on what you’ve done to my shoes!”

“Ok ok ok I get it!” Peter blushed redder. “Wait. . .if you can morph your body. . . can you turn into objects as well?” Peter said coming up to Bobby, running his finger up and down his rubber chest. 

Bobby began to blush “Y-yeah you want to transform into something for you?”

“Hmmm maybe, but don’t you have to go on patrol today?”

Bobby chuckled and tossed the newspaper he was reading to the table with the headline “Dr. Badguy Defeated by the Council of Heros”

“When we beat one of these baddies, the others hide for about a week, so we take it easy for the week. Today is Captain Fantastic’s turn to patrol the city.”

Bobby wraps his body around Peter “So what will it be babe?”

Peter blushed “How bout. . .some underwear. . .”

“Sure thing!” Bobby said, taking off Peter’s pajamas and boxers revealing his naked body.

Peter’s rock hard cock throbs at the thought of having his boyfriend turn into his underwear.

Bobby’s body stretched and wrapped around Peter’s lower body and folding into a pair of underwear. His skin turns into a blue, white, and black pattern like his superhero outfit.

“Oh shit this is so hot!” Peter says, touching himself slowly.

“Hehe that tickles!” Bobby said.

“Oh crap forgot that was you for a moment there babe.” Peter said, walking over a large mirror, checking himself out. “We look good. . .” Peter smiled as he smacked his own ass.

“Hmm. . .can you also turn into a pair of half tights?” Peter said flirtingly, his shaft getting hotter and harder.

“Your wish is my command~” Bobby says, stretching his body down to Peter’s calves 

Peter began stroking himself faster “H-how bout some boots?”

“Gotcha boss” Bobby said as he cover’s Peter’s feet with his body transforming into a pair of black boots like his.

“Ohhhhh so hot. . .” Peter said stroking faster “A-and”

“You know what? I got it I got it. . .” Bobby said stretching his body upward covering Peter’s entire body and forming his superhero uniform over him. “Better?” Bobby said with a smug tone.

“Y-Yes !” Peter said, jumping onto their bed masturbating at the fact that his boyfriend transformed into a body suit for him. Peter had dreamed about masturbating in Bobby’s suit but was never able to do so since Bobby IS the suit. Bobby moaned in his mind, not wanting to admit how hot he feels. Peter’s strokes get rougher and faster, taking Bobby’s stretching abilities to his limits, a few close calls into tearing. Peter’s mind goes blank as he loses himself in his act of love and lust. 

 “God his cock is so hot!” Bobby thought, as he morphed the part of his body over Peter’s cock into a mouth, which then starts sucking Peter off like a hungry cock sock.

“Ohh ohhh Bobby!!!” Peter moaned, as his lover gave him the best blowjob in his life.

Bobby wrapping his tongue around Peter’s bright red member.

Peter could barely hold on as he uses his boyfriend’s mouth as a fleshlight.

His lips pressing on his shaft ready to blow his load.

Peter struggled to contain himself as he stroked his cock faster and faster until he was about to burst.

“I’m. . .I’m . . . I’m gonna BLOW” Peter shouted as streams of cum spewed out of his cock, into Bobby’s mouth, the portion over the tip of Peter’s cock inflating like a water balloon. Pumps and pumps continue to flow out til the suit over his cock becomes the size of a basketball.

Peter moaned as he feels Bobby melt off of his body, reforming to his normal form, his stomach looking like he is pregnant with the amount of cum inside of him. 

“How’s my little horny dog feeling?”

“Shut. . . up. . . you know you liked it!” Peter protested.

“Yeah thats true I did but boy can you work a guy!” Bobby said, stretching his body.

“Hey. . . “ Bobby said blushing 

“Yeah?” Peter looked puzzled. 

“You mind if I eat you?” Bobby said bluntly.

“W-what???”

“Oh don’t worry, even if I digest you, Doctor Nurse can fix you right up!”

“Sooo you are into vore?” Peter said raising an eyebrow

“Kinda? I realize I can do it easily when I once had to hide a disguise for Captain Fantastic in my stomach. If its too much its fine thought I’d ask-”

Bobby was interrupted with Peter’s foot right in his face “Sure big boy, but you gotta let me watch.” Peter said flirtingly “Oh and next time, I’ll eat YOU”.

“I am one lucky man. . .” Bobby said opening his mouth and stuffing him with Peter’s feet, licking every sweaty inch of them as he starts swallowing” Gulp gulp he moaned as his throat pulls Peter in.

“God he looks so hot!” Peter thought as his cock gets hard again, Peter slowly strokes his cock as he watches his lover go up his calves again and slowly consume his thighs.

Boby’s stomach expands as Peter’s legs enter his stomach. Bobby opens his mouth easily as he consumes Peter’s shaft and hands, Peter still stroking his cock. Bobby then makes his way up Peter’s stomach as he feels Peter’s hot goo squirt inside his thoat.

“S-sorry I couldn’t last long. . .” Peter said blushing.

Bobby winked as to say “Don’t worry about it” as he moves up Peter’s chest.

A few more gulps and he is at Peter’s neck.

Peter felt like a sweater is being taken off of him as Bobby’s mouth goes over his head.

“Gulp!” Bobby moaned as he swallows his lover.

He falls to the ground with his lover in his fetal position.

“You good in there?” Bobby said rubbing his stomach.

“Y-yeah this is new but kinda hot. . .you said Doctor Nurse can fix me up right?” “Yup! This isn’t my first rodeo. . .and I hope we can do this on the regular!” 

“Sure!” Peter said curling up.”

Bobby reached for one of Peter’s used socks and wrapped his cock with it, stroking it furiously.

“H-hey, you mind pretending to struggle a bit?” Bobby said stroking himself as his prey starts kicking and punching his walls playfully

“Ohh thats the stuff~!” Bobby said as streams of cum flies out of his cock and into Peter’s sock.

[drewsbuzzcut]

baseball babe

baseball player!drew starkey x f!reader

warnings: cuss words, jealousy, some angst, mention of alcohol, semi-fight, fluff and comfort

the big win against drew’s baseball team rivalry led to the big party you are at right now. as soon as you and drew arrived, he was being whisked away by his teammates to do shots. you won’t even bother to try to get him back at your side because you know they’ll just steal him away again.

-

a couple hours later and you’ve found yourself in the company of a few freshman girls that you’ve tutored earlier in the year. “how have your classes been? i hope what i showed you helped,” you say. “no, yeah! i’m doing great, thanks so much,” the girl, laina, responds. “yeah, you’re great at tutoring. my grades haven’t slipped since,” brooke added. “that’s good. i’m happy that all of your grades are good,” your sentence slowly dies on your lips as drew appears next to you. he slyly squeezes your hip to let you know he’s the one in your presence. “hello ladies,” drew greets. you smile up at him, meeting his eyes and he sends you a quick wink. “hi, drew,” all two girls say in unison, looking like they have stars in their eyes. “drew, you played so well today,” said brooke. “yeah, you looked so hot out on the field. all sweaty and just extra sexy,” said laina. your eyes widen at what you just heard, and you feel drew place his hand on the small of your back in comfort. “uhhh… thanks,” drew replied dryly. “how do you look so good when you’re playing?” “don’t know. i’m just playing the game,” drew says. he can feel how tense your body is, and he can practically feel the heat from how angry you’re getting. “oh, brooke, you know dylan, right? well he’s on the team with drew. he’s very cute, single, and is a freshman like you,” you finally break your silence. “ew. no thank you. i like older men,” brooke responds before sending a wink to drew. “yeah, and drew is an older, hotter man,” you hear laina say. before you can lose your shit, drew slides his hand around your hip and drags it up until he’s holding your jaw, pulling you into a kiss. it’s a deep, passionate kiss. one that puts your jealousy at ease because you know drew is telling you that he’s yours and only yours. brooke and laina look at the both of you with disgust and their jaws on the floor. drew is first to pull back but before he can completely move away, you draw him into another kiss just for good measure. “drew, we didn’t know you were dating the school’s nerd.” “yeah, why have her when you can have one of us?” after hearing that, you’re completely seeing red. your skin his hot, and your breathing is getting heavier. drew is trying to calm you down by slowly rubbing your back but it’s no use. “you know what, i didn’t tutor you bitches for you to insult me in front of my face,” you snap. “oh no… like we care.”

“fuck you.”

“classy.”

“oh because you’re the classy one?”

“you’re a boring bitch who’s going to get dumped because a girl like you will never be good enough for a MAN like him.”

that one stung bad. your eyes get glossy but you didn’t dare let any tears out. you quickly pull off your earrings and start to charge at the two girls. drew quickly pulls you back before you can lay a hand on them. “drew, let me goooooo.” “not yet.” drew loosens his hold just a bit. “and don’t you ever talk shit to my girlfriend because when you mess with her, you mess with me,” drew tells brooke and laina.

drew pulls you into an empty room, so he can try to calm you down. “pretty girl, you need to calm down. steady your breathing with mine.” he’s massaging your scalp gently. you keep shaking your heading, trying to stop the thoughts from running all over. “are you ok?” you finally look up at him, shaking your head while your tears finally spill. “don’t cry. please, don’t cry,” drew whispers as the pads of his thumbs wipe them away. “i hate that they made me feel this way, so, so insecure. i hate it,” you sob out. “i love you, darling, there’s no need to ever feel insecure with me or with anyone. you’re perfect,” drew tells you without a single hint of doubt in his voice. “how about we get out of here?” drew asks. “no, this is a celebration for you and the team. you don’t need to leave, but maybe i should.” “no, if you leave, i leave.” “where are we going to go?” you ask. “somewhere special,” drew grins.

during the drive, the silence puts you in a peaceful state of mind but you can’t help but think of their words. “she called me a ‘boring bitch’ like… what,” you mutter. “she’s wrong, so wrong.” “where are we going, babe?” “batting cages,” he says, quickly flashing you a smile. “our first date?” “our first date.” you smile as you remember the first date you had with drew during your freshman year of college. he took you to the batting cages because you had made fun of baseball when you both first met. it will always be the best date you’ve ever had.

“BAM!!! HOMERUN FOR OUR NUMBER ONE MAN! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD AHHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH!” you scream into the air as drew rounds the bases. he picks you up and spins you around in celebration. “drewwww… put me down,” you say through laughs. “drew starkey, you’ve just won the biggest game of your life, what are you gonna do now?” you impersonate a commentator. “i think i’m going to take my girlfriend home and show her how much i fucking love her,” drew whispers in your ear, making you blush. you lean up and kiss him with everything you’ve got. you bite his bottom lip as you pull away, pulling a small moan from the back of drew’s throat. “c’mon baseball babe, let’s go home.” “baseball babe?” “yes my baseball babe, the love of my life,” drew stated. you see nothing but love in his eyes. you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with every positive emotion known. “take me home, and show me how much you love me,” you say with a kiss before quickly running to his truck, ready for his sweet loving.

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[spikesbimbo]

Ok i know you love sachirou 🥺 but imagine being sandwhiched between both hirugamis 🤤 tall giant men that just tower over you 🤤🤤

summary: your boyfriend lets his little brother fuck you for his birthday

pairing: hirugami brothers x f!reader

cw: threesome, oral sex, peeping/voyeurism, all holes fucked, daddy kink, squirting, anal sex, cum eating, creampie

wc: 2.3k

a/n: Happy birthday to my baby boy!!! < 3

When he spent the night at his brothers, he said it was just because his house was too far away, just wanting to sleep there. But in reality you were to only thing he wanted to see after a long day, hearing your sweet moans crying out daddy while his brother was fucking you affected him way more than it should have, fisting his cock at the thought of you calling him that too.

Even when he was home he couldn't get you out of his mind, porn not working anymore, just the thought of you bouncing on his cock was enough to make him cum.

And in the morning when you walked downstairs making breakfast, greeting him in little clothing, just his brother's jersey. The  “2”  being bold as ever, a somewhat claim on you, seeing you just in your panties as far as he could tell.  And you didn't mind, stating that you were family now after all, right?

But what he didn't know was his brother noticed how he acted around you, when you gave him a good morning hug or a goodbye one, he noticed how stiff he got, a light  blush rushing to his face. Furoko noticed the way his brother would stare at you, eyeing up your pretty body, but he surprisingly didn't mind. Getting a kick out of the fact that you had him swooning just from being in your presence.

He loved showing his pretty girl off, loving the way men would stare at you while you clung onto his arm, you short little skirt blowing in the wind, giving them a sneak peak of what was his. He also caught his little brother gripping his cock to you, knowing that you were the cause after you shoved him into your arms, thinking that he was fukuro, your chest being shoved in his face while squeezing him tightly.

You just laughed when you realized that it wasn't him, giggling out “You two look so much alike... but daddys bigger, and I couldn't feel his scruff.” Slowly letting go as you skipped into your boyfriend's arms with a fat innocent smile. Did he just hear you right, daddy? Was that a slip up or did you not care, he looked up at his brother also not reacting to it other than giving you a kiss. 

You left him there going to ‘take a shower’ as you said, not knowing what you did to him, or did you?

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His birthday dinner was going great until his parents brought up the fact that you and fukuro were so good together, jealousy festering inside of him but pushing it to the back of his head. Knowing he was acting immature.

But he couldn't help but  hink how you always get left home alone, waiting for him to come back from his job, thinking that he wouldn't treat you like that. Knowing that he’d give you all the attention you needed, fucking you when and wherever you wanted. Not realizing your boyfriend did the same, coming home in the middle of the night after practice then fucking you back to sleep.

Again he crashes at your place, going to his room adjacent to yours after you gave him another goodnight hug. Just in your tank top and little shorts, hugging you back and he felt your soft tits squeeze up against him. 

Fuck.

He can't sleep, not with your angelic moans distracting him as his brother plows into you, not even trying to hide it, The bed creaking loud as ever, while your voice gets higher and higher. He gets up eventually, going to the kitchen to get some water, but stops walking once he sees the door left slightly open, your bare pussy on display for him.

He leans against the wall, watching as you get your body felt up, tits being squeezed perfectly in his big hands. And he can't help but lean his back against the wall and stroke himself through the fabric of his briefs, the need to please himself greater than the need to sleep, doing anything to see your body again.

He finds himself watching the stroke of his hands on you as you whimper for him to fuck you already, his grip stiff as he pulls his briefs down, freeing his cock as he starts getting off to the thought of you and your pretty body. He’s so caught up in his own world that he doesn’t notice until your moans have stopped and fukuro had joined his hiding, until he jumps hearing his brother speak behind him.

“I could say this wasn't expected.” fukuro grinned, a hint of possessiveness in his voice as he locked eyes with him, resting his arm on his shoulder. “But i'd be lying.”

“She sounded so nice, didn't she?” kuro muttered, his tongue licking his lips as he looked back at you, hiro following his gaze. Their eyes grazing you with your ass spread in the air, clinging on the pillow with fat tears dried on your cheeks, not being able to control movements as you back up, arching more.

Hiro turns his head back and stares at his brother, disbelief coloring his features because is fukuro expecting them to have a conversation about how hot you sound while he was getting off to the thought of you, while his hand was still holding his hard cock.

He drags hiro into the room before he can say anything, almost throwing him onto you. His face landing next to your tits, nipples hard and wet, so inviting as he freezes pulling himself up closer to you. Fukuro sets himself behind you as he slips a hand into his own pants while grabbing your cunt with his whole hand, slick slipping between his fingers.

 He has no shame, if any less than hiro, he’s just being a good older brother is his mind and just kisses your forehead when you give him those eyes.“You two though...,” you feel your cheeks grow hotter as you get even more wetter under the pressure of their stares.“ I don’t mind sharing if it gets you like this baby” 

Hiro’s movement stutters as your hand reaches out to grab his neck, fingernails dragged across his collarbone. “Don't tell me you're a virgin” Fukuro said, as your eyes grew needier with every second, not wanting his baby to feel teased anymore tonight.

 “What! No, it's just that...” He couldn't express how he never thought this day would come, his puppy crush on you turning into reality for one night as your bare body laid underneath him, needy little hole begging to be fucked.

He looks at you, his cock growing harder as he leans up into your ear, wrapping his arm around you resting his hand on your tummy. “You okay with this baby? I don't wanna do anything you wouldn't like even if it is hot, not gonna lie, but...” He waits for you to respond, inviting you to get fucked by both of them and you eventually respond by grinding on hiro’s cock, moaning like you were in heat.

Mumbling out your consent while Hiro’s still in awe, just nodding as you continue you wrap your pussy against his length. “yeah” you whimpered out, faintly smiling as your hazy eyes grew darker while you opened your legs further. “I can give the birthday boy what he wants.”

“Fuck you're so wet” kuro said reaching around spreading your folds open, dripping onto the sheets beneath you. “You like being shared, huh?” he teased, gazing at the sight below him, moving his thumb down to rub your throbbing clit, so swollen and needy.

“You gonna let him fuck that sloppy little cunt baby, hmm?” You quickly nodded, trying to fuck yourself on him, getting impatient as kuro laughed at you for being such and needy baby.

Your breath is held as he lines himself up with you, catching on his name while his eyes meet your, staring almost into you. Still looking dumbfounded as he rocks his hips up into you, your wetness sucking him in while your croaky voices whines out.

“Fuck y/n. Jesus christ, you gotta loosen up, okay?” he groaned out, his cock never feeling so suffocated in his life while kuro was wondering why he did a 180. The way you cant even respond, being limp in their arms is proof enough that he’s doing a good job. Never caring about anyone before, just using them to get off if anything.

He bottoms out, resting for a minute before deciding that he had to get you comfortable manually. His hand wandering up from your thighs to your pretty tits that he's been wanting to hold for so long, so soft, so jealous that his brother gets to sleep on them every night as he flicks your nipples making you squeal.

He still holds that one, never wanting to let go while he lets spit fall onto your tiny little hole swallowing him up, acting as lube as his other hand moves up to your clit, gently rubbing it in circles with his thumb. Loving the way you were falling apart on him right now as he could finally start thrusting into you, not being able to take his time after easing into you.

 “Can I u fuck your ass baby” kuro said into your ear, his finger replacing hiro’s as you were quickly getting rocked back and forth.

 “Y-yeah, please daddy, hurry up, ple-” You mumbled out, words getting choked out as his thrust knocked the air out of you. Kuro kissed the top of your head before grabbing the lube on the dresser, putting an obscene amount, that was needed, onto his fingers. Stretching you out before sliding his cock into, mouth left open at the movement, always feeling like a virgin with him.

 “Shh…. we got you baby, don’t we?” he said looking up at his younger brother who was again in his own world. Pinching your nipple as he was watching you cream all over his cock, swearing that he's never seen something so entrancing in his life. Fucking into you harder and harder, trying to make you see stars as your cried out his name over and over again, just how he dreamed of.

 “Daddy!” you cried digging your nails into hiro’s chest, his cock almost stretching you out as much as your boyfriends, ramming into your cervix with each thrust like he was trying to prove a point.

 “I feel betrayed baby, he fuckin you that good? Kuro chuckled out, holding back a groan as your tight little ass clenched around him. He looked down at your tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. Never feeling this full in your life, both your greedy holes being fucked at the same time, only one being left as he read your mind, shoving his fingers down your throat, making you gag, so pretty.

“m-m’gonna make a mess.” You cried, his dripping wet fingers leaving your lips as your mouth stayed open, drool escaping down your lips onto your chest, running down your nipples. Looking like a blessing before his eyes.

“You are? Show him what you can do baby.” he said bringing his fingers back up to your clit rubbing harsher, wanting to show you off.

“Lemme cum- please-”

His mind racing with what his brothers done to you to have you begging like this, asking permission to cum. He responds quickly, it being the only thing on his mind since he’s first saw you. “Yeah love, cum just like this,” He grunted out, sweat falling onto you as you gripped onto his arms. “Cum round my cock baby c’mon.”

Your back arches in a quiet, mouth opening scream as your orgasm hits, vision going white while hiro speeds up, getting rougher as he seeks his own release. Your cum getting everywhere, making his abdomen and kuro thighs a soaking mess. He lets out a “fuck” as he brings it up to his mouth with his free hand, sucking on his digits, tasting heavenly.

“You gonna take his cum like a good girl? Kuro’s warm breath mouthed out in your ear as you clung onto him now, back still arched, spread so pretty for him. His thrusts making you jiggle in this position now, the sight of your thighs and tits bouncing sending him into overdrive.

“Yeah” you shook your head nodding into his shoulder, wanting to be even more stuffed full. “That’s my girl”

You shake as he continues to abuse your aching cunt. Kuro gripping your hips, curses leaving his lips along with him warning his brother. “don’t knock her up hiro, that’s my job.” Your tears crying out so weakly until his hips stutter and stop thrusting completely, shallow pushing himself deeper into you as you milk his orgasm for all it’s worth finally letting you go limp.

You collapse in their arms after he pulled out, hiro resting his weight on your chest, you already half in your dream world, dozing off. His eyes about to close too until kuro pushed him off, complaining that he was too heavy and that his baby needed beauty rest.

“Go shower and sleep” he uttered out.

He took one last look at your fucked out body laying in him, before walking out of the room. The thoughts of you still plaguing his mind, knowing that nothing would ever top this, this was his best birthday yet.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Movie Dad

Featuring character actor, Paul Dooley

Back in 2017, I got to meet veteran actor, Paul Dooley at his one-man show, Movie Dad at Theatre West. He's been one of Hollywood's most reliable character actors. You probably know him as the grumpy dad in Breaking Away. Or as Molly Ringwald's understanding dad in Sixteen Candles. Or as the long-suffering dad who walked Julia Roberts down the aisle four times in Runaway Bride and many others. During the show, he seemed to look at me a lot while he was just talking in general. Since I had a long standing crush on him, I was genuinely star-struck. That’s not even mentioning how hilarious Mr. Dooley is or just how great of a speaker he is. After the show, we talked a bit with him and asked me about what I was up to, where I'm from and if I was dating. "I haven’t really dated all that much. Uh, I guess I need to tell you something. I'm gay, Mr. Dooley." ''Well son, I always say, to each his own. I had a friend in the Navy that was gay. Hell, I reckon he was my best friend. We never, you know, did anything." He surprisingly admitted. “Well this might be a bit confusing to you, but I am only attracted to older men. I don’t know why, that's just me and how I feel inside. In fact, I have had a crush on you since I first saw you in Sixteen Candles." “Is that right.” The old man said, suddenly looking at me differently. His eyes seemed to stare at me as though he was looking at me through a magnifying glass. "Hope I didn't ruin your fantasy." Paul said after a chuckle. "Mr. Dooley, you're needed." His handler called out from behind him. "Be right there." The character actor answered. Then he leaned his head closer to me and in a lower voice than even his handler couldn't have heard, said, "I'm staying at the Luxury Hollywood Villas, room 215. You stop by there in a couple of hours." "Sure thing." I said as the old character actor and his handler walked back to his dressing room. After a few steps, he turned and saw me staring. He winked and smiled a warm friendly, knowing smile. I pretended not to notice, but it was a genuine smile and had more to it than was on the surface. I just smiled back. He was definitely a cutie in his black slacks and grey sweater which made him even more attractive to me. Once again he looked in my direction and winked. I was thinking what a cute little flirt he was. After that, I went to a nearby restaurant for something to eat. I was thinking of the invitation I had received from Mr. Dooley. What had it meant? Was it him being very gracious to a fan or was it something else entirely. It passed the two-hour timetable when I pulled into the driveway of his hotel and I must admit to being more than a little nervous when I knocked on the door. Mr. Dooley greeted me as he closed the door behind us. We sat down and started to have a nice conversation. He asked me if I wanted something to drink and without hesitation, I told him yes. He quick went to the mini refrigerator. When he turned to walk over to me, I noticed a bulge at his waist. Mr. Dooley had a boner. It was impossible to miss. I immediately looked away from his groin and tried to find something else to lay my eyes on. "I was so worried you'd never possibly be interested, but I can see I was wrong."

I turned toward him and noticed he was looking at my groin which was hard as a rock. My heart stopped beating then started again only to beat a thousand times a second. How lucky could I be. Paul was the epitome of a horny grandpa primed for action.

Seeing his willingness, I made the first move, immediately standing up to kiss him. We started stripping each other slowly and seductively until we were both on the bed naked. I asked him if he’d been with a man before and he told me no. I told him he was in for a treat as I began stroking his dick, allowing my hand to engulf his balls with each stroke. His balls were what resulted in such a nice looking package that I had ogled over for years.

Paul started moaning as I allowed my tongue to slip down past his neckline and onto his chest. I had my hands firmly planted on his torso as my tongue drew circles around his nipples. A delight for Paul, if his reaction was any indication. He moaned and stroked my hair as I nursed his nipples.

A million kisses to his body and I found his crotch. Paul groaned in delight as the head of his cock slid into my mouth. I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner as he started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I crawled back up on top of him and with our cocks pressed between us, we resume kissing.

A minute or two later, Paul broke the kiss, reached in for my hard dick, looked at it, then surprisingly took it in his mouth. The sensation of his warm mouth and the touch of his hand on my balls was amazing. He pushed his head down on it as far as he could without gagging. I felt the head rubbing the back of his throat as I looked down and saw the gray hair bobbing up and down on my dick.

Paul was eagerly gobbling my cock as if he was a starved man trying to satisfy his hunger. As I ran my fingers through his gray hair, I started to push him down farther on my dick. He opened his mouth and relaxed his jaw to take more in. A moan escaped my lips before he pulled his head up and looked at me. I know he was wondering how it was so I told him it was fantastic before he could ask. I couldn't believe how much of me he had taken in his mouth. It was as if he wanted my cock buried in his throat.

After a few minutes of giving and receiving oral foreplay, Paul asked me if I wanted to fuck him and I said yes. Rolling on to his belly, I quickly straddled one of his legs. His beautiful ass was mesmerizing as I stared down at it. All at once, Paul pushed his ass to me. This was too good to be true! Before I knew it the head was right at his hole and boy was it hot against my cock.

"Just relax and we'll take our time." Told him as I wet a couple of fingers before slipping them into his waiting ass.

I worked it, nice and slow until I was pressing the tips of four fingers past his rose bud.

"Please... try it now." Paul said as he reached down and pulled my hand away.

"Now just relax and enjoy it. Once you get past the burn you let me know and I'll ride you as long and as hard as you like." I said before mounting him.  

I eased the head of my cock in his hole and thought I would spew right then and there. Paul cleared his throat and as he did he also gave his butt a push toward my cock. I moved in and out a few times, but on each re-entry, I slowly pushed my cock deeper and started to fuck this granddaddy tight ass. I tried not to cum too quickly and yet I was really enjoying the sensation of his virgin ass squeezing my dick. If I had died the next few seconds, well my life would have been worthwhile to have had the chance to have my cock inside this veteran actor’s ass.

After about 20 minutes of this, I began to pick up the speed a little. I didn’t want to hurt him so I fucked him with caution. Each time I would stop for a moment I would feel his ass quiver in anticipation of my next thrust. I wanted this to last forever, but his asshole was so hot it was like my cock was on fire and with each stroke it grew even hotter. God was this good. I let my shoulders and torso fall backward as I pushed my pelvis to his hot virgin ass. By now, his hole had opened up wide now as I fucked him more freely. His ass grabbed at my cock as I got even deeper. I asked him ”Are you ok?”

“Yes son. That feels good. I’ve never done this you know.”

“Tell me if I am hurting you Paul.”

“No son, you can give it to me faster if you like.”

That's all I needed to hear as I shifted his weight and started fucking him like an engine firing all it's pistons at once. I let my cock find the deep end of his pool and started fucking him with longer strokes now. He moaned loudly and began to push his butt to meet my pace. He was getting wet and hot inside as I continued pumping him with my throbbing dick. I gave him every inch I had as my balls were ready to explode again.

“Oh yes, oh! YES! Fuck me harder. HARDER!” He moaned as he was loving my dick in his ass.

I him without mercy, hard and deep, pounding my cocks full length into his ass for a good two or three minutes.

“Ahh!!! Oh yeah!” I called out as I felt my cum against his passage as it shot out like a scud missile. I held his hips for a few strokes then reached for his shoulders as I bent forward to kiss the back of his neck. His hole sucked me in further still as my load bubbled inside him.

"That... was some honest to goodness man sex." I said as I rolled off of him onto my back.

“Mmm... yes son. I never thought I would let a man fuck me, but you, you made it feel so good.” Paul said as he turned over to look at me.

Noticing his dick was still throbbing, I put my mouth over it and began to suck this old actor off. I knew it really turned him on to have me pumping up and down on his dick. He grabbed me by the hair as he was about to fire off his load. I don't think he wanted to come in my mouth, but I couldn't stop and he fired his load down my throat. With a loud groan I had finished him off.

He pulled me to his chest kissing the top of my head caressing me with his arms, holding me ever so tightly. Soon we were falling into a deep heavenly slumber.

[noladyme]

La Cuervo - Epilogue

We’ve come to the end of the story of Angel and Nina. Thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged and liked. Every one of you inspired me to keep writing. Thank you for reading.

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on, on Mayans M.C., are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambiguous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

Epilogue.

It was an especially cloudy day for a bike-ride. He looked up at the sky, and prayed to his mother it wouldn’t rain. It was already too cold for short sleeves, and he regretted not having listened when he’d been told to put on a hoodie under his cut that morning. The precious cargo behind him shifted in her seat. The bump pressed against his back was restless as well, he felt; from the tiny kicks he was receiving to his kidneys. “You alright?”, Angel called over his shoulder. “Yeah… she’s just antsy…”, Nina replied. “We’re almost there”, he smiled. “Good. I gotta pee”. “Shit. Again?”. “Blame your daughter”, she chuckled. “Be nice to your mama, chiquita!”, Angel chuckled, addressing the cantaloupe-sized treasure in his amor’s belly.

Charming was a nice place. He could understand why Nina loved it there, but the stares their caravan was getting made him uncomfortable. The people in the small town looked at him and his brother’s as if they were gods – which in and of itself he didn’t mind – but it was a lot different than what he was used to from Santo Padre, where the Mayans were accepted and even feared; but not looked to as saviors and protectors, as the Sons of Anarchy were in Charming. His discomfort came from realizing that he’d like to be viewed as the Sons were here, back home. Becoming a Mayan had originally been about the pussy and the bikes; but lately, he felt the need to make a difference to the people in his community. Help the people who needed it; like the undocumented immigrants and the people trying to cross the border for a better life. Nina was doing what she could for those the club had gotten over so far, but it was still something they needed to keep quiet about – especially if he wanted to avoid seeing his daughter grow up from behind a plexiglass window.

They drove up to what looked like a warehouse-building; but he knew was the home of CaraCara. Pulling up next to EZ’s bike, he smiled as his brother gave Nina a hand to get off his own. “Centre of gravity seems a bit off, hermanita”, EZ chuckled. “Screw you… And move! I gotta pee…”, she sneered, and sprang for the nearest door of the warehouse. The brand-new Mayan patch moved up and down on EZ’s back, as he laughed; watching her run. Angel smiled at the sight, before patting his brother’s shoulder. “My kids got some kick”, he said. “Reina del baile, huh?”, EZ smiled. “You’re gonna have to keep an eye on her when she’s older”. “She ain’t going out dancing until she’s as old as pap’”, Angel declared. “Yo! Are you two gonna keep staring at the pregnant lady run; or are you gonna come inside?”, Bishop called after them. The two of them grinned, and followed their patch-brothers inside the large building.

They were greeted by Chibs, Happy and Tig; the latter having to tear himself away from a strikingly tall woman, to come welcome them. The woman stayed by the bar in the large room, talking quietly with a pretty blonde woman behind it. Once the initial back and forth between the presidents were over, Chibs turned to Angel, and pulled him in for a friendly half-hug. “Did you forget someone in San Pad?”, the SAMCRO president asked. “Nah, man. She’s going to the bathroom every 45 minutes”, Angel chuckled. “Filip!”, Nina called out from behind them, and Angel turned around to watch her make a waddling run over to her Charming brothers. Once they’d all embraced, Happy looked down at Nina’s belly. “You did this?”, he asked Angel. “So she tells me”, Angel grinned. Nina punched his shoulder, making him have to take a few steps back. Getting knocked up had oddly enough made her even stronger than usual. “You knew I was pregnant”, she said. “Yeah, but…”. Chibs blew out a deep breath. “You’re huge, luv’!”. “I’m not that big…”, Nina whimpered. Angel walked up behind her, and kissed her temple. “You’re beautiful, mami”, he smiled, before looking to the Sons. “You told me to get her to quit smoking”, he grinned, and rubbed his hand protectively over Nina’s bump. “Yeah, but it seems like you took an alternative approach to that, man”, Tig chuckled.

Nina was shifting on her feet. “You gotta pee again?”, Angel asked. “No… Just gotta sit down. My feet are killing me”. He led her over to sit on the couch that looked the least like it had been used as a prop, in one of the movies produced by CaraCara. The tall woman and the blonde came over to greet Nina, and the three of them hugged each other tightly; with both of the other women stroking Nina’s belly, and cooing at it. “I’m Venus”, the tall woman said, and reached out her hand to him. “And I’m guessing you’re Angel… That’s a lovely name”. “Stop flirting with my old man”, Nina grinned. “You got your own!”. “I sure do!”, Venus said, and held out her hand; proudly displaying an engagement ring. “Oh my god!”, Nina exclaimed. “Congrats!”. She hugged Venus tightly again. “I’m Lyla”, the blonde said, and smiled at Angel. “Nice to meet you”, he replied.

Angel let the three women catch up, and walked over to talk to the other men. “The estrogen-level is through the roof in here!”, Creeper grinned. “That’s just the smell of cheap perfume and artificial sperm”, Chibs said. “Artificial?”, Gilly said. “You’d be surprised how many porn-actors find it hard to produce actual cum, after 13 takes; no matter how hot the actress”, Happy laughed. “I don’t think I’d find it that hard”, Coco smirked. The door opened, and a sea of beautiful women entered the warehouse. “Feel free to give it a shot”, Tig said to the wide-eyed Mayan.

“I thought this was supposed to be a business-meeting. Not a party”, Taza said. “Who says we can’t mix the two?”, Chibs said. “But you’re right. We should get to it”. Tig turned towards the three women on the couch. “Muffin, it’s time!”, he called out. Nina frowned, but let herself be pulled to her feet by the two others. Angel sprang over to take her arm. “Are you ok, cuervo?”, he muttered. “Yeah. Let’s just get this over with”, Nina sighed.

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“Thanks for coming all the way up here”, Chibs said from the head of the table, in the smaller room, connected to the studio. “Thank you for agreeing not to do it at your clubhouse”, Bishop said. “This one’s getting too heavy to get up the stairs behind the ice-cream shop”. He nodded towards Nina. “Go fuck yourself, Bish’”, she grunted from next to Angel. Bishop sent her a warm smile, before meeting Angel’s eyes. They both knew he wasn’t wrong. Nina had trouble even getting out of bed at this point; which Angel didn’t mind. Pregnancy sex had been even hotter than he’d imagined. “Nina’s twelve months are over. We think it’s time to discuss what happens from here on out”, Chibs said. Angel shifted in his seat, and cleared his throat. “I think it’s obvious what’s gonna happen”, he said. “She’s staying in San Pad”. He put his hand on Nina’s bump, and stroked it. “Charming is her home”, Happy said. “She’s still SAMCRO family”. “She’s Mayan family too… And she’s got my family growing in her”, Angel growled. “We need niña down south”, Coco said. “She’s the only one of the girls back home who knows how to make a proper whiskey-sour”, Riz shrugged. “What about her life here? Her friends, her job at the shop?”, Tig said.

“What about we ask Nina what she wants?”, Nina exclaimed with a huff. “I’m not property…”. Chibs and Bishop looked solemnly at each other for a long moment, before both of them broke into large grins. “We’re just fucking with you, mija!”, Bishop said. All the Mayans and Sons broke out in laughter, and Angel had to chew his lips to stop. “We didn’t come up here to talk about you coming back, ma’”, he said. Nina scowled deeply at him; giving him that cute look that made him both cringe from the promise of being chewed out later on, and simultaneously made him want to rip off her clothes, and screw her brains out. Nina was hot when she was angry. “Then, why?”, she growled.

Angel turned in his seat, and helped Nina turn in hers; with a firm hold of her hips. “I can’t marry you, without permission from your brothers… All of them”, he said. Nina’s eyes widened. “You… what?”. “You got my kid in there. And I love you”, Angel said, and laid a hand on her belly. “I wanna marry you… If you’re good with that”. Nina seemed – for once – speechless. His heart jumped up into his throat. “Nina? Mami, talk to me…”. “I’m… yeah. Uh huh… We can do that”, she squeaked. Angel let out a sigh of relief. “Thank fuck… You had me worried”, he smiled. He saw a tear at the corner of Nina’s eye, and wiped it away quickly.

He put his hand to the back of her head, and pulled her in for a kiss; when someone cleared their throat. “We haven’t agreed yet”, Tig said. “He needs all of our go-aheads”, Hank said. “All of your brothers; remember?”. “We gotta vote on this shit”, EZ smirked. For a short moment, Angel considered smacking his brother across the head, but he decided against it. He needed a unanimous yes, and EZ was actually one of the few patches he was concerned about voting against him. “Then let’s do it”, he said. Chibs raised a brow at him. “You; get out”, he said. “What?”. “Salir de la habitación, amigo”, the SAMCRO president reiterated. Nina shot him a death-glare, and squeezed Angel’s hand. “You said your peace; now let the rest of us decide if we’re gonna agree to this unholy union”. Angel got to his feet and was about to help Nina up. “Not you, sweetheart”, Taza said. “We need your take on this as well”. Angel swallowed thickly, and looked at Nina. She gave him a warm smile, which didn’t reach her eyes, and he had to force his feet to move, to leave the room.

Once outside, Angel closed the door behind him. The large studio space had filled up with hangarounds – male and female – and pornstars he recognized from movies he’d watched in the past. The one’s he’d enjoy these days weren’t CaraCara productions, because Nina didn’t like watching people she knew as friends having sex. Instead, they’d watch the mini-productions they made themselves. Lyla came over to him with a cold beer, and patted his shoulder. “The party’s gonna be pretty PG for now. Wendy’s coming in with the boys for a few hours”, she said. “After that, I can’t promise there won’t be full frontal nudity”. Angel chuckled. “I didn’t know her nephews were coming”, he said. “It was a surprise. They haven’t been back in Charming since…”. Lyla cut herself off, and seemed to be suppressing a bad memory. “Nina’s brother… Jackson. He was a good guy, huh?”. “The best… And he loved her”, Lyla said. “If it wasn’t for the fact that they didn’t look alike, you’d never guess they weren’t blood-related”. “They were alike?”. “Uh huh”, Lyla nodded fervently. “Like two peas in a pod. And she was as protective of him as he was of her”.

A dirty-blonde woman came in to the warehouse, with two boys in tow. The youngest had dark hair, while his brother was blonde. The blonde boy – in his pre-teens – ran over to Venus, and sprang into her arms; clearly enjoying resting his head against her ample breasts. The brown-haired boy – about 7 or 8 years old – clung to who Angel figured was Wendy. She shot Venus a smile, and walked over to Lyla. “This him, then?”, Wendy asked, and gave Angel a once over. “Yup”, Lyla said. “Angel, this is Wendy; and the cutie-pie down here…”. She crouched down, and ruffled the boy’s hair. “This is Thomas. Jackson’s youngest”. “Casanova over there is Abel”, Wendy grinned. Abel stood as wide-eyed as Coco had, at the sight of the beautiful women surrounding him. “And I’m Wendy”. “Good to meet you”, Angel said. He stuck out his hand to Thomas. “Hey, man. I’m Angel”. “Are you the one who knocked up my aunt Nina?”, Thomas asked. Angel was taken aback at the kid’s bluntness. “I… Yeah”, he said. Thomas narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you gonna marry her? My dad married my other mom after I was born. You’re supposed to marry someone if you get them pregnant”. “I’m planning to”, Angel said. “If you’ll let me”. “I’ll think about it”, Thomas said.

Both Wendy and Lyla laughed, and then gave each other a warm hug. “If you wanna surprise her, you should probably go into my office”, Lyla said. “She’ll be out in a few”. Abel looked at the people in the room. “I wanna stay out here”, he declared; as fascinated as his brother was at all the women. “You’re just like your dad”, Wendy sighed. “Go on, Tommy. I got movies in there for you”, Lyla said, before looking at Wendy. “Disney”, she added. Wendy smiled, and dragged Thomas away. She nabbed Abel out of the lap of a scantily clad brunette; and the three of them went into a back office, in the corner of the building.

Angel looked at the door to where the meeting regarding the future of his family was being held behind, and felt his nerves starting to get to him. They’d taken too long already; the vote shouldn’t be that difficult. He took out his pack of smokes, and was about to light up, when Lyla put a hand on his lower arm. “Please go outside for that. I’m trying to keep the studio smoke-free”. “Yeah, sure… Sorry”, Angel muttered, and hurried towards the exit.

Once outside he began pacing back and forth. One cigarette turned in to two, which then turned in to three; and still no one had come to tell him what the decision of the clubs was. He was about to say fuck it, and stomped out his smoke, to walk back inside, and demand an answer; when Nina came outside. She walked over to him with a solemn expression on her face; and in that moment, Angel’s heart broke. “I’m sorry…”, she said. Angel felt rage building in him. Here was his endgame – the one woman he would ever be able to fully give himself to, and the mother of his child – and he couldn’t have her, because of a bunch of fucking bikers. He grabbed Nina’s hand, and tried pulling her towards his bike. “Fuck this shit. We’re out of here. We’ll go north… Like Canada, or something. I’ll marry you there… I ain’t letting them…”. Nina stayed in place, unmoving. “No, Angel… I’m sorry… I know your pap’ would expect me to; but I can’t wear white… It wouldn’t feel right”.

Angel’s jaw dropped, and he looked at Nina with wide eyes. “They said yes?”, he croaked. “Yes…”, Nina said below her breath. “I mean, Happy wanted our first-born as payment; but I told him to shove it”. Angel cupped her face, and stared deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of deceit; finding none. “We’re gonna get married?”, he said. Nina nodded. “We’re gonna get married, mami!”. he threw his arms around her waist, and lifted her up, spinning her around. “Careful!”, Nina giggled. He set her back on the ground, and pulled her in for a deep kiss; feeling like life itself came from the taste of her mouth. “I love you, cuervo”. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Te amo, so… fucking… much!”, he said, leaving kisses on Nina’s lips between each word. “I love you too”, she smiled.

Angel remembered something, and grabbed for the item in his pocket, he’d been keeping there, since his pap’ had given it to him a few days earlier. “Here”, he said, and held out the ring. “This was my mam’s”. Nina took the ring from him, and smiled. “Thank you…”, she said. She held it to her finger, before looking up at him. “Wait, did you wanna…? Or should I just…?”. Angel took her hand in his, and together, they put the ring on her left ring-finger. He pressed another deep kiss to her lips, and then got on his knees; putting his hands on either side of her belly. “I love you, chiquita. You’re the best thing to happen to me since your mama”. He kissed Nina’s tummy, just above her navel, and turned his ear against it, listening to the other love of his life moving around in there.

“Are you two finished?”, Chibs called from the doorway. “Someone’s come to see you, little sister”. Nina frowned in confusion, and Angel smiled brightly; getting to his feet again. He led her in front of her, with his hands on her hips. “Try not to give birth right this moment, mama”, he whispered in her ear, when Lyla opened the door to the office, and Abel and Thomas came out. “Oh… Oh, my god!”, Nina cried out, and ran as fast as she could over to her two nephews. She kissed both of their foreheads, and each boy wiped off the kisses in childish disgust, while she hugged them. “You’re so big!”, Nina croaked, before turning to Wendy, and hugging her. Angel looked on with a full heart, as both of the boys took turns touching her belly.

EZ came up next to him, and patted his back. “Congratulations, Angel”, he said. Angel turned, and gave his brother a warm hug. “Thanks, man…”, he said.

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A little while later, Angel was seated next to his fiancée on the couch. Someone had produced a box of old photographs of club-parties through the ages. Nina was groaning in embarrassment, as Chibs held out a picture of herself and him, where the Son was holding up his fingers in a cross at Nina, who was sporting a large pimple on her forehead. “The Creature of the Black Lagoon!”, Chibs laughed. “Funny…”, Nina smiled sarcastically, and ripped the photo out of his hands. Angel snatched it from her, and put it in his cut pocket. “I’m keeping this, cuervo”. “Why?”, she frowned. “Blackmail… Maybe you’ll stop trying to cook for me”. “Kiss my ass”, she retorted. “Gladly”, Angel said, and kissed her temple.

Nina picked up an envelope full of pictures, and pulled them out, to look through them. “What’s this?”, she said. Angel grabbed the pile of photographs. A grin spread on his face. The telltale patch of the Mayan mask sprang into his eyes, on the back of a biker; who’d turned his face towards the camera. It was Bishop; who was sporting a shorter beard, but a no less intimidating mustache. “Wow, this was years ago…”, he chuckled. “San Bernardino, right?”, he asked Chibs. “Yeah”, the president nodded. Nina studied the pictures, as Angel flipped them. “What’re the Mayans doing there? Weren’t you rivals?”. Looking at the date in the bottom corner of the picture, Angel shook his head. “Nah. This was just after we became allies. I think this was one of my first parties as a prospect. It was like a club-mixer thing, with a couple of charters from each side, meeting up, and getting wasted in the name of peace…”

He flicked through some more pictures, before reaching one with a tall bearded man in a beanie; a goofy looking biker with a mohawk; and a chubby man, with unruly, curly hair. Angel noticed Nina’s face light up in something resembling recognition. “SAMCRO?”, Angel asked. Nina nodded. “Opie, Juice and Bobby”, she said, smiling softly. “You said you were there?”. “Yeah… I think so”. Angel flicked through some more photographs, and pulled a picture out from near the bottom of the pile. He laughed out loud. “Shit, yeah… Look at that dumbass prospect staring at the camera. He don’t know shit yet…”.

A younger version of himself – though not by many years – was pictured with a tray of shots in hand, looking drunk and smiling goofily, while getting ready to serve a group of Mayans and Sons, who were seated at a table, in the middle of a poker-game. Angel looked happy just to be there, and the prospect flash on his chest looked brand new. “Fuck, man… Look at that hair…!”, he chuckled. He looked at Nina again, expecting her to laugh along with him; but saw that her eyes were full of tears. She was staring at a blonde man; who was seated by the table, shooting the camera a relaxed grin, and reaching for one of the glasses on Angel’s tray. “What’s wrong? My hair don’t look that stupid", Angel said, letting Nina take the photograph from his hands. “Mami? Do you know this guy?”. Angel looked down at the picture with wide eyes. “I remember him… Some big deal in SOA, right…?”. “Jax…”, Nina breathed. “This is him…”. “That’s your brother?”, Angel almost gasped. “I can’t believe I actually met the guy". “Do you remember him?”, Nina asked hopefully.

Angel dug through his memories, wanting nothing but to please her with a heartwarming story. “I was pretty wasted…”, he admitted. “But I remember he was talking about his kids…”. Nina nodded solemnly, seemingly sad, that she couldn’t get anything else out of him. He put his arm around her, and kissed her forehead. Chibs reached across the table, and took the picture. He looked down at it and chuckled. “Of course you don’t remember…”, he said. “But I can’t believe I fucking forgot!”. “What?”, Angel asked. “You were driving that piece of shit Suzuki, and thought you’d get away with sitting on Jackson’s Super Glide, for a picture”. The memory began dawning on Angel, and he instantly cringed. “He caught you, and knocked your fucking lights out! Peace was almost off because of that shit…”. Taza, who’d been chatting with Tig, took the picture from Chibs, and smiled down at it; before handing it back to Angel. “Don’t you remember Angel? We put another three months on your year as prospect for that”.

A clear laughter broke through the sound of the music, and the talking crowd. Angel turned and looked at Nina, whose face was contorted in glee. “Jax told me about that! How some no-name prospect rubbed up on his bike”, she said. “I had to put him in his place… I got him a beer when no one was watching, though”. “Yeah…”, Angel said, letting the corners of his lips rise in a slight smile. "I remember now. He seemed like a good guy”. “He was…”, Nina said. Her brows furrowed for a moment, before she met his eyes. “Do you…? I want to go see him”. Angel had to think for a moment, before he realized what she was saying. “Yeah… Of course”, he said. “You wanna go now?”. Nina nodded fervently, but seemingly nervous that he’d say no.

Angel put the picture in his cut pocket, to keep safe; then got to his feet, and pulled Nina up to stand. “Let’s go”, he said. He looked at the others around the table, and gave them a half smile. “I still need one more person’s blessing”.

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The sun was about to go down, when they made it to the cemetery. Nina was holding on so hard to Angel’s hand, as they walked down the rows of grave-stones, that he was sure she’d leave marks; but he didn’t say anything – strangely nervous at the situation, and needing her support as much as she needed his. Nina smiled at a few grave-stones they passed, with names like Winston, Knowles and Munson. Angel noticed another stone, with the name John Teller engraved on it. He felt the urge to nod respectfully at it, as Nina stopped for a few seconds, to brush some dead leaves from it.

“It’s up here”, she said in a whisper, and pulled him with her, to a large stone with the Sons of Anarchy A, over the name Jackson Nathaniel Teller. Nina kneeled down in front of it, and held her brother’s helmet in her lap. Giving up on the fight on whether she should use it or not long ago, Angel had added some extra padding to it for her; so that it would at least be safer, than it had been before. “Hi, Jax…”, Nina said. “It’s been a while… I’m sorry about that, but I’ve been kinda busy”. She rubbed her belly protectively. “This is Angel”, she said, and looked up at him, with a warm smile. Angel cleared his throat, unsure what to do. “Hi…”, he muttered. “Yeah, I know… But he’s got a cool bike”, Nina chuckled. Angel frowned in confusion, but decided against commenting on her words. “I kept my promise after all. I’m happy. And everyone is safe… At least, as safe as they can be, as outlaw bikers…”.

She sat quietly for a long moment, and Angel kneeled down next to her; putting an arm around her shoulders. He kissed her check, and tasted the salty taste of her tears on his lips. “You ok?”, he whispered. Nina looked at him, and nodded; a smile on her lips. “Happy tears”, she said, and looked back at the stone. “I went back to school. I’m taking classes to become a paralegal… I wanna try to help the undocumented people the Mayans are moving through the tunnels”. “And she is”, Angel cut in. “She’s doing good work with what she knows, already”. Nina smiled embarrassedly for a moment, before continuing. “I’ve had to take a little break though, ‘cuz of the baby… It’s kind of hard to keep up with online classes, when you gotta pee every 45 minutes. But once she’s here, I‘ll be able to go back part time… I think I’ve found my path, and I have someone holding my hand while I walk it. And we’ve got have a large family – ourlarge family – to support us, whatever might get in our way”.

They were quiet for a moment longer; while Nina brushed her fingertips over the helmet in her lap. “I’ll be ok now, Jax. I promise…”. She lifted the helmet, and pressed a kiss to it, before placing it on the ground in front of the gravestone. She looked at Angel, and wiped her eyes. “Let’s go”.

Angel got to his feet, and went behind Nina, to lift her up to stand. Hand in hand, they began walking back towards the parking lot. “Wait a sec…”, Angel said, and halted. “What?”, Nina said. He pressed a short kiss to her lips. “I’ll be right back”.

He walked back to Jackson’s grave. “Thanks, man… For everything”, he said. He kissed his fingers, and pressed them to the stone; before turning around, and walking back towards to his woman, his daughter, and their future together.

The End.

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tags: @cole-winchester @doloreschanal

[whitelionspirit]

Pale Fire: Strange Habits

Pairng: Ace x Reader

Series: Modern au of the life of Ace and the reader.

Scenario: Over the last several weeks Ace has been huddling up in your room. It doesn’t help that your feelings for him have been solidified for a while now.

wc: 2.6k

warning: non just fluff and unsure feelings

a/n: It is here! The first part of this series I talked about a few weeks ago. Here a little bit about it if you missed x . This is not in order of events the story all comes together in different peeks into their lives

After another exhausting day at work and checking up on some assignments, you were ready for bed. Your usual bed stealer was already tucked into the cozy corner near the wall. His soft snores were your only indications that he was asleep. How you had ended up in this arrangement, you weren't sure anymore. Though it didn't bother you as the man was a walking heater. So in the dead of winter, you could care less as he kept you extremely warm.

Yawning, you close your laptop and move from your desk, and head towards the bed. Running a hand through your hair, you sit down on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, you click off the desk lamp until the room is dark.

Crawling under the covers, you sighed happily at the warm feeling surrounding you; it was comforting. Shifting onto your side, you faced the wall where Ace was soundly still asleep.

You could easily make out his figure due to the street lights coming in from outside, making the room visible. He was laying on his stomach, hugging the pillow to his chest as his bareback was exposed to you.

You had known for a while that you had feelings for him, but you were too afraid to say anything to him. Perona had been on you lately about it, especially since Ace had been spending more time sleeping in your bed than his own in the last few weeks.

Why exactly, you weren't sure, but it didn't bother you much. He did love to be around you a lot, and you learned early on that he stripped in his sleep. It was a bit embarrassing at first, but you came to expect it throughout your friendship. Tonight was one of those rare times where he had kept his boxers on.

You smiled fondly at the memories as you continue to stare at the rise and fall of his back. Your eyes shifted downwards to the ink that littered his backside. What once was a skull and crossbones was now half a tattoo and a large amount of scarring. While you knew the story behind it as it happened before you even met the man. The sight of it made you emotional for some reason; Ace didn't like talking about it very much. Not that you blamed him, it was a horrific accident that left him very badly hurt with side effects even today.

The loud snore broke through the silence, making you freeze at the noise. You snorted as Ace's breathing went back to normal as he shifted slightly towards you.

Feeling content, you finally snuggled down into the covers and closed your eyes. Sleep finally overtook you as the day's events caught up with you finally.

Hot.

It was overwhelming and itchy, as if your whole body was on fire and unable to get away from it. Your mind raced as the intensity continued until something hard punctured it making it burst open. Your eyes fly open in a rush as you sit up with a start. Heart racing, you placed a hand on your heated skin to only cringe at the slick wetness that came off of you. Looking down, you noticed your body and T-shirt are soaked with your sweat. Still trying to catch your breath, you stare off into the still dark room.

You couldn't have been asleep for long, but what was that strange feeling you had never felt before. Your eyes finally adjusted again as you turn your head towards Ace. Who had somehow rolled over in his sleep and was now wrapped tightly around your body.

Well, that explains that issue. You supposed the man was still sound asleep as his arms tightened on your waist. The heat that radiated off of him was a lot. His leg was hooked over your thigh as he snored softly into your pillow.

"You are such a pain, Portgas, you know that?" You mumbled as you tried your best to settle back into the sheets ignoring the damp clothing you wore with the older man clinging to you like a monkey.

He didn't reply, but you took his snoring as a sign that he could care less. Closing your eyes again, you drift back off, not to be disturbed too.

...

The following morning was a noisy one but having lived in the house for almost over a year now, you grow used to it. Rolling over in your still half-asleep state, your eyes blur, not fully awake as you stare at the wall. The fuck how did you end up on the opposite side of the bed this time. Rolling back over, you noticed that your usual bed companion was nowhere to be seen.

Weird.

He must have gotten up already, which was odd for him. Ace usually slept in late on Sunday, but it seems today was a rare occasion when he didn't. Grabbing for your phone, the screen lights up to show it is a little past noon.

A little later than your own wake-up time but the little extra sleep was nice. Pushing the covers off yourself and getting out of the bed heading to the bathroom. After relieving yourself, you head down the stairs and into the chaos. The excited chatter of Luffy and Perona could be heard as you enter the kitchen. They don't pay you any mind as Luffy excitedly leans over the kitchen island and watches your best friend cook away.

The sight was very comical as Perona tried to push Luffy away, who was happily drooling at the presence of the sizzling meat. Giggling, you open up the fridge and grab for the jug of orange juice; shaking the container, you close the fridge behind you.

"Oh, (name) finally up, I see," Perona said, looking over at you.

Smiling at her, you open up the cabinet next to you and grab for a cup. "Yeah, guess I needed the extra sleep." You replied, turning back to them and pouring your drink.

"Well, I'm glad you came down when you did because I could use your help with cooking. No one else is around yet, so I decided to make a big brunch for everyone." She said as she cracked a few more eggs into another pan.

"You are so awesome, Perona!" Luffy said as he sat on the counter with a smile on his face.

You smiled at the sight even though this situation was a relatively regular one in your home. It always warms your heart because growing up, your luck with long-lasting friendships wasn't the greatest. So living here with some fantastic people made you emotional at times.

"So I see Ace slept in your room again last night." You froze at your friend's words as she peeked over at you from behind Luffy.

A guiltily blush crept its way up to your face. You looked away from her and stared into the living room. "Ugh yeah, he did; it's no big deal, just used to it." You mumbled.

"I see," she said slyly, making your face burn hotter with embarrassment.

"That's pretty normal for Ace. I think he's always clung to people that make him comfortable. He did a lot of that when we were kids and later with Deuce and Marco. Though for a while, he didn't think after his last relationship, which ended pretty badly, especially after the accident." He trailed off for a moment. "With you, for some reason, he started doing it again, but I'm glad we were all worried about him." Luffy grinned at you.

You were stunned. Ace had never mentioned anything before, not that you should be surprised. Despite his easy-going and friendly persona, Ace was relatively private on some matters of his life. Which never bothered you because you knew with time if it was necessary, he would tell you eventually.

"I wasn't aware, but I'm glad he feels so comfortable with me. I feel the same about him. He makes me feel secure, I suppose, is the right word."

Luffy looked at you thoughtfully and looked away, but you caught a hint of a smile anyway.

"Speaking of Ace, where is he? He wasn't in bed when I got up."

"Oh, he went for a morning run with Sabo. Well, I guess more of a late morning run. They should be back soon, though. Better start this before I have to listen to them whine about food again." Perona rolled her eyes, making you laugh at the image.

It was a ubiquitous experience in the shared home of the three brothers with bottomless pits. It was a good thing that Ace and Sabo had such good-paying jobs that they could have tons of extra food. Grabbing an apron from the hanger, you tied it around your waist and held for a mixing bowl, and started cracking eggs.

Both You and Perona moved in sync around the kitchen while dodging Luffy's grabby hands. The time passed quickly as you both finished making the feast just as the front door opened. The loud chatter of both older men caught your attention as you platted another stack of pancakes.

Looking over at your pink-haired friend you both shared the same thought as you both stepped away from the food. Just as both Sabo and Ace came stumbling in at the sight of the food. Just like wild beasts, all three brothers are divided in for their shares. You shook your head at their antics as a tap at your shoulder had you turning around.

Holding up a plate of food, Perona smiled at you as she headed it over. A smile spread across your face at her offering; grabbing it, you happily started to eat it.

"Thank, Rona yove the beth." You yell even though she barely heard you with your face stuffed and all.

She rolled her eyes at your display but smiled anyway. A sudden presence had you looking up at an arm circled your shoulders, pulling you into someone's chest. You gasped at the action but quickly recoiled at the smell and tried to tear away, but the grip was tight.

"(Name)!!" Ace mumbled as he swallowed his food.

"Acccce!" You whined as he held you closer to his sweat-soaked chest.

"(Name)!!!" He responded back teasingly.

You pouted as he snickered and kissed your cheek affectionately, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Ok, lovebirds, take it somewhere else; we're trying to eat here," Sabo said as he gestured to the other three in the room, a grin playing at his lips.

You groaned and pushed Ace off of you as you grabbed your plate and joined the others at the table. Ace just laughed and followed you as he sat across from you. As you started eating again, Sabo spoke between mouthfuls of food and told a story.

You didn't hear half of it, but it was something about running into Zoro on their run from what you gathered. From the way Luffy was in hysterics, you knew the man had probably gotten lost again. It made you laugh at the image of him getting frustrated as he ran back and forth through the local town. Most people knew who he was as this was a constant habit, so that alone was funny enough.

After you were done eating, you helped to shove the boys out of the kitchen so you could clean.

"Go shower. You all smell!" You finally said, making them groan and protest.

You glared at them all, making the three boys shut up and stare at you before quickly saying sorry and scrambling up the stairs. The sight of them trampling over one another was entertaining and made you smile as you headed back into the kitchen.

…

You heaved a heavy sigh as you flopped down onto your bed; after finishing the kitchen, you had returned to your room. Knowing you would be waiting for the shower for a while, you decided to lay down. Rolling over, the three large windows greet you. They were currently blocking out the light making the room darker than it would usually be.

Lately, you weren't sure of anything between school, your job, and being an adult, in general, was enough to make you restless. Though the constant unsolved resolve in your mind was this deal with Ace. You cared for him so much, but the thought of destroying your close friendship is what stopped you from pushing further.

Turning on your stomach, you hugged the nearest pillow to your chest, which you realized had been the pillow Ace slept on. Closing your eyes, you bury your face into the soft fabric. The smell of smoke and cologne came off of it. It was all Ace, and it was soothing to have the familiar scent lulling you into euphoria. Between the warmth coming from the heater and the pillow you hugged, you dozed off pretty quickly.

The dipping of the bed alerted you from your half-asleep state as someone sat down beside you. You blinked your eye open more, making your whine softly. Rolling over, you are given the sight of Ace sitting hunched over on your bed as he pulled his blue sweatshirt off his head. Leaving him in a yellow shirt. He tossed it onto the floor, which made you roll your eyes at his carelessness.

Ace ran a hand through his still-damp hair and casually scooted himself back on the bed as he laid down next to you. He laid on the opposite side to you, so he was facing you upside down, his back to the wall this time.

"Hi," he said, smiling at you softly.

"Hello, intruder," you mumble, your face still buried in the pillow you were now hugging to your chest.

He laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," he says with not a hint of remorse in his words.

You snorted.

"Right, because you are sorry every other time."

He shrugged his shoulders, continuing to smile at you, but this time his eyes had this gentle look in them you hadn't seen before. The look alone made you avert your gaze as your cheeks heated. You tried to not think of what that could mean exactly. The last few weeks had really been weird with him in general. The clinging, bed-sharing, soft looks, and just no boundaries at all at this point, which you were used to anyway, especially with Luffy, but this was different.

"Hey…..Ace, can I ask you something?"

You looked at him again; his brown eyes bore into yours.

"Sure, what is it?"

Closing your eyes, your grip on the pillow tightened, taking a deep breath, and you looked at him again. His lips pulled into a frown.

"It's nothing. Just wanted to know if you would take a nap with me?"

A huge grin split across his face at the gesture, and he happily sat up and grabbed you around the waist.

"Always (Name)!" He wrapped the blankets around you both and swaddled you into his chest. A giggle left you as you situated yourself in his grasp until you were comfortable. A sweet silence befalls you both as you settle into each other's warmth. After a while, you knew he was asleep from his soft snores near your ear.

You weren't sure when you would finally confine him about your feelings. For now, you were content with this strange arrangement you both had and were happy to continue it for a little while longer.

[marvelship-oneshots]

TRAPPED TOGETHER (STUCKONY)

PART 1 OF 2

N/A AU where Steve and Bucky finally managed to move into their new apartment but it turns out that the landlord accidentally sold it to someone else as well. [2k words]

Bucky shut the door after his boyfriend finally managed to enter in their apartment. "It was about time" Bucky hissed, with a hand on his waist. Steve gently laid the boxes he was carrying on the floor, just wanting to let them go, but not knowing what was in there and essentially he didn't want to break anything. He looked at his boyfriend. "It seems to me that I was he one carrying all of those boxes" "Yeah, well, you're not the one with one arm" he said hinting at the empty sleeve of his leather jacket. Steve sarcastically rolled his eyes. "What? I carried one bag!" He said, holding the canvas bag that was hanging from his shoulder. Steve smiled and opened his arms, waiting for Bucky. Bucky put his arm around Steve's neck. Steve kissed his temple. "Home sweet home baby" "We did it, Stevey"

Bucky was putting the pillow into the pillowcase, holding one corner in his mouth, while Steve was laying on the bed trying to hold down every corner of the bed sheet when they heard the door shutting close. Bucky let go of the pillow, looking at Steve. "You heard that?" "What?" Steve asked without letting go of the sheet. "The door. Steve someone is in the house" Bucky whispered. Steve rolled his eyes and went back tucking the bed sheet under the corner of the mattress. "Steve, I'm telling you, someone broke in" "Buck, it's probably nothing" "Steeve!" Bucky whisper-screamed "Go check, pretty please" Steve got up and walked towards the door, Bucky following him as if he was a scared little children. "So much for being a soldier, huh Buck?" "Listen! You see? I have only one arm" Steve chuckled. "It seriously got to stop being the excuse for everythin-" The couple arrived in the living room and stopped. "I told you, someone broke in" whispered Bucky, hiding behind Steve. Bucky wasn't exactly tiny, or short, but Steve's shoulder were broad enough to hide him completely. "And you are...?" asked Steve, looking at the man from head to toe. He was short, very short, and rather slim. But everyone would seem tiny compared to Steve's massive figure. He had short brown hair and a nicely shaved beard. The man was wearing a tailored grey suit and an undone tie was hanging from his neck. He must have been older then the pair, but not any less charming. He was actually very handsome. "I'm Tony, I bought this apartment" Bucky and Steve looked at each other. "Uh, I'm pretty sure you did not since we bought this apartment." said the blonde, since Bucky was still partially hiding behind his boyfriend. "There must have been some kind of mistake. See, I signed the lease" said Tony showing the signed papers. Steve took the same documents that Bucky was handing him. "Yeah, we did too. See, apartment 4B" Tony checked again if he was in the right apartment and scratched his neck. "We'll call the agency in the morning" they agreed. "Uhm, I'll take the couch then" Tony said, looking at the two of them, imagining that they must have already settle in the only bedroom of the house. "Goodnight I guess" said Bucky, holding Steve's arm. Tony looked at the pair walk away. They were both handsome men. Strangely, the blond's physique was not the first thing that fought his eyes, it was the brunet's piercing blue eyes. Those were the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen.

"What?" screamed the trio in unison. "I'm so incredibly sorry, guys" "So, let me make things clear, you sold the same apartment TWICE, to two different clients?" asked Tony, slamming his hands on the agent's desk. The agent nodded. "And you can't refund one of us either?" "Exactly" Tony rolled is eyes walking it of the door.

"What are we gonna do Steve?" Bucky asked sitting at the kitchen table. Tony wasn't back yet. "I don't know, Buck, I don't know" "Happiness is just not for us, right?" Bucky shed a tear, Steve could hear his voice breaking. "No, no, no Buck, hey." Steve cupped his face with both hands, whipping the tear away. "Don't say that. I promised you that everything will be fine and I'll find a way out of this" Steve kissed his forehead. "I love you Buck" "To the moon and back" Bucky said, putting his hand over Steve's. The door shut close and Bucky jumped on the chair, not expecting any noise. "Uhm, hey, sorry guys" said Tony, wanting to become invisible. "Come in, it's your house too after all" finally spoke Bucky, for the first time. Tony sat at the table, on the other side from Bucky. "So, what are we going to do?" He asked. Steve and Bucky looked at each other. "We really cannot afford another apartment" the blonde said looking at his boyfriend. "Me too guys" replied Tony "Maybe having a roommate won't be so bed, right babe?" Bucky asked Steve, who looked at Tony waiting for his reaction. "I mean, it seems to be our best option" The three settled in the now shared apartment. The apartment was a one-room apartment with a rather small bedroom, but the living area was rather big. They decided that the couple would sleep in the bedroom and Tony would settle in the living room, on a sofa bed. It wasn't ideal, but it was the best they could take from the situation.

Week 1 It was 5:30 in the morning and the door closed shut and, hearing the noise, Tony woke up. He rolled in his bed, looking at whoever was going out. It was actually Steve, coming home from his daily morning run. It was December and outside it was still dark. And cold. "Why on earth would you do it?" Tony mumbled observing Steve shrugging his raincoat from the snow. Steve silently laughed. "Hey, I am the one who brings you donuts for breakfast" Tony smiled, getting in a more comfortable position to look at the blond man. "Mh yeah, you're an angel" Steve shook his head it's a small smile and walked out, towards his bedroom. "Go back to sleep Tony" Tony turned his head to follow Steve. He was wearing tight thermal pants and thigh t-shirt, too small for him, that was probably's Bucky's. "Bucky, you lucky man" he mumbled, pulling up the covers and gong back to sleep.

Week 2 "Shit shit shit fuck" Bucky screamed, throwing the lid of the mixer in the sink. "Language" Steve screamed back from the bedroom. Tony was reading on the couch and looked up, smiling. "Did he really say 'Language'? Bucky nodded, smiling. Tony looked at the brunet. He was all covered in the smoothie he was trying to blend. Tony walked towards Bucky, laughing. "Here, let me help you" Tony tried to reach for the towel to help Bucky clean up. Their hands touched. Slightly, but Bucky felt it and blushed. He felt his cheeks getting hotter and turned away before Tony would notice it. But he did. He thought it was cute.

Week 4 It was raining cats and dogs outside and the Steve was already late for work. He had to prepare for an important meeting and couldn't possibly be late. But obviously the rain was not enough, the car had to stop halfway out of the garage. Steve grunted and ran up the stairs back to his apartment, hoping that Tony would be awake already. Well, he wasn't. It was still early for night owl Tony but he really needed some help with his car. "Tony. Tony please wake up!" Steve put a hand on Tony's shoulder. Tony sat up abruptly. "What? Who died?" Steve rolled his eyes. "My car Tony, my car died" Tony laid back, pulling his pillow over his face. "If i knew a dead thing would get so much of your attention, I would have died three weeks ago" he mumbled, not knowing that Steve heard every single word. "Tony please, I need to get to work" Tony got up, grabbed his jacket and his shoes and walked out. "Ok Captain Handsome, I'm going. See?" When they reached the car, Tony opened the hood and started looking for what was wrong, bending over the engine. Steve, on he other hand, had a few calls to make, but he didn't even select the contact to call, being too busy looking at Tony's small body wielding whatever he was wielding. "If you wanted to stare at my butt you could have jut asked and I would have bent for you any time" Tony said, winking at Steve before heading back to their apartment.

Week 6 Tony was finally alone. For the first time in six weeks, he was the only breathing being in the house. Don't get him wrong, he loved Steve and Bucky's presence and he loved that someone was always there. But he also loved his freedom. When he lived alone -well, he lived with his parents, but they were rarely home-  he could do whatever he wanted to. He found clothes constricting and whenever he could he ditched them- all of them. But, of course, he could not go around the apartment naked, he would seem weird at the eyes of Steve and Bucky. If they started ditching clothes as well, he would have considered reprising his old habit. The thought of the two soldiers in their birthday suit provoked a reaction that caused his pants to tighten around his waist. That was his clue to strip down of everything and feel the freedom he had incredibly missed. "Bucky? Steve?" he screamed, tossing his t-shirt on the floor. As no answer came back, he unbuckled his belt and let both his pants and boxers slip down to his ankles. Tony let out a long, loud sigh. He walked to the kitchen and took a glass, pouring way too much whiskey in it. He started walking around the house. At some point, when nothing interested him anymore, he finally decided that is was time for him to take a shower. Confident that Steve and Bucky wouldn't be home for a long time, the only thing he took in the bathroom with him, was the bottle of whiskey. Tony didn't know how long he had been in the shower. He was not even washing himself anymore. He was just letting the hot water run down on him. The bottle was now empty and he was definitely drunk, but he didn't care. When he felt it was the right time, Tony walked out of the shower and stood on the carpet, waiting for as much water as possible to fall on the ground, looking at himself  in the mirror. The room was spinning around him, he needed to lay down. Tony stumbled towards the door, finally managing to open it. In front of the door, with a hand on the handle, was standing Bucky, half naked, with only a  towel around his waist. It was a dream, wasn't it? Bucky looked Tony from head to toe, his mouth slightly open. "Tones" he whispered. "Buck" Tony whispered back, putting a hand on Bucky's chest, wanting to check if it was real or just another drunken hallucination. Bucky's chest was solid and unexpectedly warm. He couldn't take his hand away and Bucky couldn't move hie eyes from the shorter man. He knew it was wrong. He had Steve, he loved Steve, but since the first time Tony had touched him, he couldn't stop thinking about his hand all over hi body. To be honest, he wanted both Tony ad Steve's hands all over his body. Bucky was the first to wake up from that state of trance. "Uhm.. yeah, can I?" Shook his had, taking his hand away from Bucky.  "Uh, yeah of course" Bucky moved from the doorway, giving Tony space to walk out of the bathroom, trying not to look at his naked body. While Bucky walked in, Tony stood still in the corridor, looking at Bucky's perfect body. "Uhm see yah, Tony" said Bucky before closing the door. "See yah" Tony whispered back one the door was closed and Bucky couldn't hear him anymore.

[se0kie]

Ok but imagine getting picked out of the crowd at a bts concert and brought back stage while one (two?) of the members fuck u into next week? I’m looking at you, Jimin and Jungkook 👀

fever dream— pjm + jjk (m)

pairing: jimin x reader x jungkook

idol!pjm, idol!jjk, boyfriend!jungkook, establishmed relationship

genre: pwp, straight smut, i have no explanations for this except that i’m bored and have a filthy brain :))))

tags: dom!jimin, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, threesome, mxm, unprotected sex, nipple play, masturbation, blowjobs, squirting, dirty talk

summary: jungkook wants to turn your fantasy into reality and Jimin is very happy to oblige.

a/n: did i get overexcited and write a proper mini fic? mayhaps...

You had never thought you were capable of having this much fun. You were waving your lightstick about like crazy and letting go to Outro: Tear and the next second crying your eyes out to Answer: Love Myself.

Your boyfriend Jungkook had invited you to their final concert in Seoul and you were more than happy to accept.

You were just about to head out of the stadium to wait in the car when the boys’ manager Sejin called out your name and asked you to follow him backstage.

You passed the staff and greeted them as you were led to a white door that seemed to be the artists’ green room.

You knocked and heard your boyfriend’s soft voice asking you to come. You stepped inside and were surprised to be greeted by Jungkook who was accompanied by his hyung Jimin.

The two looked deliciously sweaty after their performance and you felt your cheeks grow hot as you caught Jimin’s gaze linger on your bare thighs.

You sat down on the black leather couch opposite the boys’ as you waved at Jimin, turning to your boyfriend to question him, “Why’d you call me backstage? I was just about to go wait in the car?”

Instead of Jungkook, Jimin got up from his seat as he began speaking, “Oh well Y/N, you see...”

He said as he walked up to your couch and plopped down next to you, closer than normal and a hand snaking around your shoulder. He continued, “I couldn’t help but notice how inappropriately dressed you are for a concert. And little Jungkookie recently let me in on a secret that you two shared.” He looked at Jungkook after taking in your confused expression.

You sensed an air of flirtation glowing off of Jimin’s actions, he had always been slightly provocative but you’d never expected him to be so forward.

Jungkook faced you as he too got up from his seat and kneeled between your parted legs.

“You see, sweetie, I may or may not have told Jimin hyung about your little threesome fantasy.”

You gasped at his words. You’d never expected Jungkook to actually act on that little bit of pillowtalk but it seemed to you like your most longed for fantasy was about to come true.

The older boy’s fingers were running delicate circles on the bare flesh of your arms while Jungkook ran his fingers up and down the tops of your thighs.

“I won’t lie, I’ve noticed you looking too delectable for your own good Y/N, sweetie.” Jimin crooned into your ear and shivers ran down your spine. His voice husky as his hands grasped either side of your face. He brought you closer to him as he finally swooped down and captured your lips in his own.

Jungkook had finally started rubbing against your covered clit, the fabric creating delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure down to your toes.

Jimin’s lips felt just as good, maybe even better, than what you would imagine them to be. His soft lips massaging against yours as his tongue licked against the inside of your mouth. He tasted like strawberry chapstick and mint.

You had been so incredibly lost in his ministrations that you had almost not noticed Jungkook taking off your damp panties.

His fingers sticky from your juices as he spread your thighs even further and ran his fingers up and down your pussy lips.

Jimin pulled away, much to your disappointment and said, “Hey Jungkookie, is it okay if i have her pussy for tonight? It’s the only chance I’ll get.” Jungkook nodded slowly at his words, agreeing to it on his part as he looked to you in question.

You gulped and shyly nodded to yourself, not quite daring to look at either of the men.

Jungkook took a step back and Jimin situated himself between your legs. Your cunt growing wetter at having your boyfriend’s closest friend in this position with you.

“Now Y/N, we’re gonna have to be quiet, alright?” Jungkook whispered as he stepped forward and sat down on Jimin’s discarded seat. His fingers finding purchase in your hair as he lightly brushed the strands away from your face.

Jimin’s nimble fingers were softly caressing your clit as he gathered the wetness you were producing and thoroughly spread it all over your cunt, making sure you were a dripping mess. In a swift move, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down along with his underwear.

His length was not as much as Jungkook’s but you were genuinely worried at how you would fit his thickness inside your tiny pussy.

Jimin must’ve caught your horrified expression because soon he was comforting you by placing his hand on your arm and gently murmuring, “Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll fit. I’m sure of it.”

His words seemed to make you wetter and you knew you looked a proper mess. Hair disheveled and skin blotchy from the heat.

Feeling feisty you said, “Are you gonna keep standing there or do I have to wait for tomorrow to get fucked?” Jungkook’s eyes grew wide at your words, you had never been much of a brat with him before, but Jimin only grew amused.

“Don’t say things you’ll regret, honey.” He said with a smirk as he finally plunged his length into you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion but he didn’t give you enough time to relax and get used to it, the older boy was hammering into you with the animalistic strength you didn’t know he possessed.

Jungkook, meanwhile had gotten his monstrous length out of his trousers and tugging at it in an attempt to find some relief. Watching his girlfriend get fucked like a whore was turning him on more than he’d care to admit.

With his other hand he opened the buttons to your blouse, revealing your braless tits to both of their hungry eyes. His free hand came down to harshly pull and tug at your nipples. Soft moans left your lips as you found yourself unable to control your voice.

Jimin’s pace was just as harsh as ever, the bulbous head rubbing against the inside of your cunt, making you see stars.

“You like being treated like a slut, don’t you, Y/N?” he said with a groan as he pushed into you once more. All you could do was moan and whimper through the impact of his thrusts.

Jungkook slyly brought the tip of his cockhead down to your mouth and nudged it at the side of your lips. Tapping it against your face, telling you to open up.

You gave the tip a shy lick and he was pushing it in slowly, waiting for you to get used to the feeling. His hands, meanwhile roamed towards your chest once again, taking the peak of your nipple between his forefingers and giving it a roll, testing your reaction.

You could feel yourself growing hotter and hotter, sweat sticking to your forehead and back as your and Jimin’s juices ran down your fleshy thighs, Jimin slowed to a lazy pace as he stared intently into your eyes, his own burning with lust as he looked deep into your soul, taking in your utterly fucked out expression, cock in your mouth and tits free to the air.

And then you watched as he reached out his hand for the back of Jungkook’s head and pulled him in for a deep kiss, their mouths running against each other’s as if this wasn’t the first time they’ve participated in such an act.

And then, with Jungkook’s length still buried deep in your throat while Jimin’s pushed in and out of your squelching cunt, you felt your thighs jerk and shudder and next thing you know you were cumming harder than you’ve ever before. Wetting your thighs and the couch, your cum splashed out of you and onto the two men still kissing passionately.

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide as he pulled away and looked down at your little incident.

“Holy shit,” he said in a fevered whisper, “She’s never done that before, hyung.”

You almost thought you could see a smirk on the older boy’s face but in your post coital haze it was hard to be sure.

You heard his voice, distant as if from another realm.

“Guess we gotta see if she can do it again, then huh? What fun is it if that’s the first time our precious Y/N squirts and we couldn’t even witness it properly, right Jungkookie?”

[hypnofur1]

Covid Christmas Confessions

by Hypnofur

This story starts like so many unfortunate stories in the year 2020. See, Christine would have been safe if she had just put her mask on. But, she didn’t… at least not in time. No, she didn’t get covid. But, after leaving the restaurant with her husband Josh, she did leave her mask off just long enough for her to be recognized by TexTrance. Had she been wearing her mask, he might not have realized it was her. After all, it had been 14 years.

Covid was a big factor in how Christine and Josh even got to Austin, Texas in the week after Christmas of 2020. It had been a really long year back in their Rhode Island home. The quarantine, the lock downs, the virtual learning at home, and then the fact that Josh got Covid. Then the whole family got Covid, including Christine’s parents, who lived with them. Fortunately, they all got through it ok. They considered themselves fortunate. Christine was amazing, taking care of everyone like she always does. A true super woman. Josh swore that if they got through this, he’d take her on a special trip.

They did get through it, and Christine’s parents were happy to watch the kids for a few days while Christine and Josh went away. Josh had made all the arrangements. Christine had spoken so many times about how she wanted to get back to Austin, and show him around where she had gone to school.

The trip was off to a great start. The weather the first day was nice, though it quickly got cooler. Not cold like Rhode Island though, so they were loving it. They were actually leaving lunch, on their way to stroll through the University of Texas campus when TexTrance spotted her.

For his part, TexTrance never forgot a face. Especially one of the Alpha Chi Omega girls of ’05. Not only was the fact that he had hypnotized sorority girls memorable, it was also his last foray for a while before going to jail for seven years. Shortly after “getting involved” with the Alpha Chi Omegas, he was arrested for forging checks. It wasn’t his first offense, so no leniency was given. He was given ten years in prison. After a few months, a visiting day friend eventually snuck him some pictures he had printed of the Alpha Chi Omega girls. As such, Christine’s face was one of the girls that he stared at for 80+ months. Her face was burned into his mind forever. Even though she was a decade and a half older, she still looked amazing. He felt his pants tighten at the site of her.

Wasting no time, he went to her. His approach from the right triggered Christine’s peripheral vision. She naturally glanced over. When she did, she saw his trademark white cowboy hat with the metal spiral piece at the center. She looked at him, losing her breath. That face, it was so familiar. Was it from her dreams? That man, that hat, that face… Christine froze.

TexTrance continued his approach until he was directly in front of the beautiful woman. He stared deep in her eyes and slowly reached out his right hand, as he gently caressed the underside of her jawline.

“Relax and sink for me darling” he said, calmly but strongly.

“I’m relaxed and ready to serve you Master” Christine answered back. Her hypnotic trigger so deeply installed in her mind that it was still completely effective 15 years later. While TexTrance had always been dastardly, he had always also been very thorough.

His cock was rock hard as he realized that he had this beauty firmly under his hypnotic control, TexTrance moved in for a long, deep kiss. Christine brought her arms up, resting them on his shoulders before senually stroking the back of his head as she French kissed him. Her leg arched up by his hip.

It was at this point that the completely shocked husband Josh was spurred into action. “What the fuck?” he yelled in a public area. Josh was not much of a curser, but his fury made it inevitable. Was Christine making out with some old college boyfriend right in front of him? Also, how could he be her old college boyfriend? He was clearly much older than them, and pretty scraggly and haggered looking at that.

The kissing couple did not stop when Josh yelled out. So he sprinted up to them, as he had been about 20 feet in front of Christine when she spotted TexTrance. He grabbed the hypnotist’s thin arm and pulled him away from his wife. He kept his eyes on the little creep as he loudly said to his wife “Christine, what the fuck is going on here?!”

But Christine didn’t answer, she just stared at TexTrance. He was all that existed for her. For his part, TexTrance was not happy with this turn of events. He hadn’t seen or noticed a husband. This was bad. He knew he had to act fast.

“Darling, as soon you are able and alone, text me at 512-555-4568.” TexTrance said, looking past Josh, right at Christine. This made Josh grab two fistfuls of TexTrance’s shirt. Josh’s strength and anger allowed him to almost pick the much smaller hypnotist up off the ground. TexTrance could clearly see that this situation was getting dangerous for him. With that said, he had taken his fair share of beatings in prison, and from men much badder than Josh. He knew he could withstand a bit more.

“Darling, I want you to take hubby here to bed and tell him about the last time we were together. This will turn you on sooo much. I want you to stay under my spell until he cums. Then you will awaken and return to normal. However, now that you have seen me again, your lust for me is re-ignited. You will find that I am the—“

“Enough!” Josh yelled, throwing the scrawny man in front of the Austin restaurant. People were staring, but Josh was enraged. He realized he was causing a scene. He was an insurance guy from Rhode Island, not a Texas brawler. He knew he needed to get out of there.

He turned to Christine, who was still looking only at TexTrance. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the scene. He was glad she didn’t struggle too much. He pulled her around a corner.

“Steen, what the hell was that?” he said to his wife of 11 years.

Christine rubbed up against him and whispered in his ear. “Take me to bed” she whispered in his ear before flicking it with her tongue.

Josh didn’t know what was going on, but he needed her off the streets. He figured if he could get her back to the hotel, he could at least talk to her about what was going on. He called for an Uber, he wasn’t sure how long it would take in Covid time, but thankfully it was in the area. They were back in the hotel room in under 15 minutes.

Once inside, Josh wasted no time in asking his wife what the hell was going on. “Who the hell was that guy?” He asked angrily.

“He’s the Amazing TexTrance.” She responded without too much emotion. As if to say, he’s the mailman, or something else Josh should have just assumed.

“Where did you meet him?” Josh pressed.

“The 2005 Alpha Chi Omega St. Patrick’s Day Fundraiser” she answered.

“He’s older than us, was he like a professor or something? How did you meet him?”

“No, he’s a Master Hypnotist. He performed at the Fundraiser”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Steen, are you saying that guy hypnotized you?” Josh asked, incredulously

“Mmmmm, yes, so deeply.” Christine gushed, still currently under TexTrance’s spell.

“What the fuck?” Josh said under his breath. “Did he hypnotize the other sorority girls too?”

“MMM. Yes. Me, Tara, Carmen, and Melissa” she answered

Josh immediately thought of those other three. Melissa he knew well enough. The other two he had only met at his wedding. Carmen was incredibly hot though. Like, a total Latina smokeshow. Josh felt himself stir a little bit.

“Did he make you do stuff with them?” Josh asked as he swallowed hard. He felt the sweat on his brow start to form.

“MMm. Yes. I want to tell you about the last time we were together” Christine said, getting impatient as she wanted to… needed to… carry out TexasTrance’s instructions.

Josh didn’t object fast enough, so she took the momentary stutter to push him onto the bed.

“Well, he came over to the sororiety house late. He had just done a threesome with me and Carmen that morning, so I was surprised to see him. We lied down on my bed and he hypnotized me sooo deeply. Next thing I remember, we were kissing and pulls me in close to his body.

My hands are rubbing all over his body, His all over mine. I reach down to find his cock already hard. I sit up and take off my clothes and then reach down and take off his pants to expose his hard cock. His cock was the biggest I had ever seen. I love his cock so much! I slowly rub my chest up his body over his cock and start kissing him and then his chest with a little nibble on his nipples, down to his stomach I go finding my way down to the pleasure waiting for me. I place his cock in my mouth and work up and down on it causing him to moan in pleasure. I continued sucking like I've never done before. You know I don’t mind giving head but this was different. The way I sucked Master’s cock wasn't like the way I suck you. Baby, I just couldn't get enough of it. “ Christine panted. She was clearly very turned on. Josh was stunned, scared, and hurt… but it was also very erotic. Much to his dismay, his own cock was very hard. Josh couldn’t help but notice that Christine was touching herself as she relayed this story, and that her grammatical tenses were shifting back and forth to present and past tense. This was a woman who often couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast, but now at his hypnotic suggestion, she was remembering each moment of this encounter in vivid detail, as if she was almost re-living it.

“I didn't want to stop sucking it but I knew I'd make him cum and I so wanted to feel it inside me. I sensually crawl back up his body kissing it the entire time until my hot wet pussy is right over his hard cock. I slide it in with much ease because of all my wetness. I began thrusting my hips up and down ensuring contact with my clit. He helps move my hips with his hands making it even hotter. I rode him for about 30 minutes I guess. I came sooo hard. He rolls me over onto my back and replaces his hard cock inside me. He takes my legs and pushes them back so he can see.

The position is perfect and I cum again in no time. He continued fucking me this way for a while. My god, he fucked me so hard. My pussy was so wet the juices were running down my butt. He pulled his cock out and made me get on my hands and knees. He started fucking me hard again. I was moaning so loudly and bucking my hips. I was begging him to fuck me hard.” Christine told her husband. He had never heard her request that in their entire time together. He was crushed.

“He fucked me as hard and deep as he could until he makes me cum again. Oh my godddddd” Christine said orgasmically as she touched her pussy. Her eyes were closed and it was clear she was almost cumming again just from this retelling.

“He pulled his big hypnotic cock out of me and got off the bed. He told me to kneel in front of him. I knew exactly what he wanted. I know I've never let you cum in my mouth but this was something I just wanted to do. I wanted to take as much of his cum as I could. He owns me.” Christine said.

“I kneeled in front of him like he told me to. I started licking and sucking that beautiful cock, stroking it in my hand at the same time. He started moaning loudly, I knew he was close so I sucked harder. I tried to pull it out but he exploded in my mouth before I could. My god, it was such a turn on. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't get it all. I tried desperately to lick it up!” Christine said as she moved her hand over to Josh’s rock hard cock. She stroked it just once or twice and he exploded in his pants.

Christine started to laugh at him, but the moment her mind registered that he was cumming. She awoke.

“Hey? How did we get back to the hotel?” she asked, as she looked around.

Josh just stared at her in disbelief. Did she really not remember anything of what just happened?

As she was coming to her senses, Christine realized that her panties were soaked and her nipples were hard. “Wait, were we just like, having sex?” she asked, now very confused. “Did I drink too much at the restaurant?”

Josh suddenly realized that he was about to lay an earth shattering revelation on her. One that may shake her to her very core. He held her hand, preparing her for some big news.

“Steen, babe. It seems you and some of your sororiety sisters were hypnotized by the hypnotist you hired for your St. Patrick’s Day event back in college. We just bumped into him outside the restaurant.”

“Of course we were hypnotized. Hypnosis is sexy, safe, and fun. No one gets hurt” she rattled off instantly. “Wait, we saw TexTrance. Oh my god. How is he? I mean, what did he tell you?”

“It was so fucking weird babe.” Josh admitted.

“Ok, well you don’t need to swear about it. Hypnosis is sexy, safe, and fun. So, how did he look?” she asked, biting her lip a bit.

Josh needed a break. He didn’t know how to break through, how to get her to understand what she was involved with. He had to think. He got up and went to the bathroom. He needed a moment to think.

The second the hotel bathroom door slid closed, Christine grabbed her phone. She texted 512-555-4568. “How can I serve you?”

A moment later, she got an address texted back with orders to come there. She grabbed her mask and walked out the door.

[sunriseverse]

rec listtttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

fair warning there’s a lot of different fandoms here—i have, uh. twenty-two pages of bookmarks. lots of newmann though, i promise. in no particular order, i give you a fic rec list

the future’s owned by you and me by kaiyen (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Not Rated)

Years after they stopped writing each other, Newt and Hermann run into each other on the steps of Cambridge University Library. Quite literally.

 Newt stares at him, expecting more. He doesn’t get any. “Come on, man, who are you? Maybe I’ve read something.”

 I doubt it, Hermann barely catches himself from saying. “Gottlieb. Hermann Gottlieb.”

 And Newt looks like he’s struck oil. “Oh my god,” he says, and something flickers behind his eyes, like there’s more than just recognition there, and before he can wonder any more about what it is, Newt blurts, “Oh my god!” and Hermann flinches and makes a face like a disgruntled frog.

What you can expect: emotions, opprotunities missed, and opprotunities taken. I absolutely adore this fic, though I might be biased by the fact that it has Newt as bipolar, and that’s something I always crave (more bipolar Newt fic when???).

Survival is for Nerds by Annabeelee (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 46k, Teen and Up)

It's three hundred and two years after humanity lost to the Kaiju and two hundred and twenty one since the Kaiju left. Not that it matters to Hermann. In relation to following a neurotic genetic experiment across whats left of the Northern American continent while dodging alien predators and hostile subgroups of humans, its possibly the least helpful thing to keep in mind.

What you can expect: scifi, tension, and a very intersting world. Post-apocalyptic, technically, but the way it’s written makes it almost hopeful. I love how the setting and writing makes it feel like a blend between victorian steampunk and futuristic in tone.

people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron (James Bond, James Bond/Q, 10k, Teen and Up)

“I’m not you, Bond. I don’t exactly have a technique for getting rich strangers to like me.”

“Just do your naive cute puppy thing, and they’ll be doting on you in no time,” Bond replies as he pulls up to the grand estate.

“My what?” Q asks incredulously. Bond doesn’t answer, simply giving him an indulgent smile. The fucker.

(or: 00q meets Gosford Park. Except not really.)

What you can expect: humour, murder, and some light espionage. Also, fake dating.

Infinite Distance by lachatblanche (X-Men, Erik Lensherr/Charles Xavier, 7k, Teen and Up)

When they encounter an unfamiliar and seemingly-abandoned ship in the middle of nowhere in space, Captain Charles Xavier of the spaceship Graymalkin heads out to investigate.

What you can expect: drama! Intruige! It’s set in space! I read this a while ago but I have memories of it being rather riveting despite the relatively short length.

Gertrude’s Goulash by lollzie (Gotham, Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot, 7k, General Audiences)

Ed needs a new roommate. Oswald needs a room. Oswald may just be the most amazing person Ed has ever met. Shame he's not single. Cue wooing via the medium of cooking.

What you can expect: pining, misunderstandings, obliviousness, and a lot of goulash as a method of romancing.

Death Of The Author by happygolovely (Gotham, Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot, 9k, Mature)

Edward Nygma was never intended to be anything more than a secondary character.

The Riddler demands otherwise.

What you can expect: a story within a story within a story. You think you have it figured out, and the next moment the carpet is yanked out from beneath you. Fairly dark, possibly disturbing, but my goodness if it’s not engaging.

we make our friends, we make our enemies by ORiley42 (Mission: Impossible, Benji Dunn/Ethan Hunt, 52k, Teen and Up)

Benji finds out he has a new neighbor. This new neighbor happens to be off-the-charts hot. Hijinks, friendship, more-than-friendship, and secret agent drama ensue.

What you can expect: pining. There’s spy stuff going on too, and it eventually gets brought up, but my gods, the pining. Also, it’s fucking hilarious, and, at just over fifty thousand words, the perfect read when you’ve got an hour or two and you want something that’ll make you both laugh and cry.

Self-Sabotage by EmilyweepsforPilfrey (James Bond, James Bond/Q, 2k, Teen and Up)

For some reason, whenever he's alone with Bond, the most ridiculous things come out of Q's mouth.

Or 'the one where Q accidentally invents a girlfriend'.

What you can expect: Q being an utter idiot. It’s hilarious. Nice quick bite of humour if you fancy it.

The Long Con by harleygirl2648 (Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 19k, Teen and Up)

There are two kinds of cons: long and short. Short cons mean short-term gain, with smaller rewards, mostly just everything you have in your pocket at that moment. Long cons mean lots of time, effort, costumes, masks, props, sets, and other characters all looking to set up the downfall of the mark and take them for all that they've got.

Con Artist/Thieves AU: Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are both interested in acquiring a Botticelli, but both of them are quite fond of each other's short games. For both of them, it's the deception and thrill of the game that's worth more than the payout.

And well, after all, aren't the easiest people to scam are those who think they are smart enough to not get scammed?

What you can expect: no cannibalism, a lot of banter, and, of course, con artistry. Quite delightful if I do say so myself.

deus ex machina by coloredink (Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 26k, Teen and Up)

"What the hell?" said Katz.  "Is that--"

"Yeah, I know, it's kinda flashy."  Will shut the car door behind him and patted his pockets for the little fob to lock the car.

"Isn't that Hannibal Lecter's car?"

The car beeped to indicate it was locked.  "Yeah, I guess so."  Will walked away, toward the field, Katz on his heels.  "I needed a new car."

"So you bought the cannibal car?"

-----

You asked for it: the one where Hannibal is a murderous self-driving car.

What you can expect: what it says on the tin. Quite funny, especially with the element of magical realism meaning Hanni-car is sentient. The Hannigram is more vaguely implied than an actual thing, owing, probably, to the fact that Hannibal is, well, a car.

adapt, evolve, become. by peupeugunn (Alex Rider, Gen, 3k, Not Rated)

“This is how you get out. You're slowly moving towards a desk job.” A pause, then, “you know, most people do it the other way around.” Alex chuckles softly and and shuffles towards him to lean against his shoulder, burrowing into the crook of his neck. Ben’s arm winds around him, shields him from the world, a solid weight on his back. “You're going to miss the adrenaline rushes, kid.” There's something almost sad in his voice. Alex doesn't want to understand why. Down that road lies madness. 

What you can expect: a character study, in a bit of a roundabout way.

A Sharp Dressed Man by Avelera (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 12k, Teen and Up)

Hermann's latest book needs an author photo. However, when he's given a makeover and a suit that actually fits for the photo shoot, his appearance is so transformed that Newt mistakes him for his (much hotter) older brother, Dietrich.

Hermann decides to play along.

What you can expect: gods this fic is so good. It’s the first Newmann fic I ever read, and I’ve reread it a good six times since 2018. I would say more, but I think the fic speaks for itself.

Gestures by Actually_Crowley (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Teen and Up)

Newton finds out what Hermann does with his rare free time, but the discovery leads him to believe that Hermann honestly and unequivocally hates him. 

What you can expect: the rituals are fucking intricate. I love this fic so so so much. And the eventual reveal/confession...scream.

Fate’s Horrifying Ways (also known as: CHRISTMAS GODZILLA) by linearoundmythoughts (Pacific Rim, Newton Geislzer/Hermann Gottlieb, 4k, Teen and Up)

Your name is Newton Geiszler and you’re going to have to break things off with your sort-of online boyfriend because you’re cheating on him. Sort of. [AKA the most dramatic summary of a humorous crackfic ever ok]

Originally written for the Pacrim Secret Santa back in 2014.

What you can expect: first off, it’s not second person, I promise. It is, though, really fucking funny, owing to the misunderstandings that ensue. There’s much pining, some angsting, and, of course, humour.

Letters From Berlin by spenshi (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 12k, Teen and Up)

Newton keeps in touch with his family when he's shipped off to the Shatterdome. Jacob and Illia send care packages to the K-Science Lab. 

What you can expect: Geiszler-family feels. A lot of them. Also, Newt and Hermann slowly growing closer to until they can finally admit they’re into each other.

Wishbone by cypress_tree (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 8k, Teen and Up)

Hermann doesn't have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so Newt invites him over for food, family, and a little bit of flirting.  Just a warm, fuzzy college AU to get you through the holidays. 

What you can expect: fluff, softness, general feel-good fic. It’s really good, and it has Geiszler-family feels. Reading this fic is a bit like drinking hot cocoa on a cold day.

next days by catbeans (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 5k, Teen and Up)

Hermann had never felt an ache quite like this one, and he had felt plenty. He had been running on adrenaline first, and then on the necessity to keep running, pain and bone-deep exhaustion falling to such a low priority that he couldn't even consider it one anymore, and then it had stopped.

(the 18 hour nap date these guys deserve)

What you can expect: Newt and Hermann cuddling. A lot. That’s really it, that’s the fic. It’s 100% indulgent and I love it for that.

Tebori by SkysongMA (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Not Rated)

Newt squints. "It's really not a sex thing? 'Cause I'm not opposed to it being a sex thing, mind you. I just don't want to come in the lab tomorrow and not get to throw things at your stupid face."

Hermann lets out an endless, long-suffering sigh. "It's really not a sex thing, Newton, honestly. We hate each other. That's worked out very well for us so far, and it will continue to work out for us in the future." He doesn't mention that they haven't always hated each other and that, at one point in their long relationship, showing up unannounced at Newton's door for the purpose of sexual favors would not have been so far out of the realm of possibility. Had been, in fact, one of those things Hermann had considered late at night long ago, when he couldn't go a week without a fat envelope in the mail full of Newt's ramblings.

But that was quite some time ago, and he means it. They each get more work done than they would ever have separately, even if only because they like to rub their progress in the other's face.

Anyway, admitting anything different would just give Newt ammunition

What you can expect: Newt gives Hermann a tattoo. There’s a lot of feels.

Newt Inherits a Bar by orphan (Pacific Rim and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 11k, Not Rated)

The scary part is the bar looks exactly like Newt remembers.

What you can expect: you’ll probably tear up a bit. This one hits pretty hard, honestly, but it’s so, so, so good.

First a Darling, Then a Marvel by isozyme (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 20k, Mature)

Newt runs a simulation given three constraints:

1: Newt wants to clone a kaiju 2: Hermann does not want Newt to clone a kaiju 3: Newt is going to clone a kaiju anyway

What you can expect: a lot of sciencing, a lot of feels, and two repressed idiots. There’s like, a paragraph or two of smut but it’s pretty clear when it’s going to happen so it’s easy to skip, which is great. The tl;dr of this fic is Newt clones some kaiju, Hermann reminds him how fucking horrible of an idea that is, and everything more or less works out in the end.

Tea and Sympathy by osprey_archer (Torchwood, Owen Harper/Ianto Jones, 13k, Teen and Up)

Soon after Jack's disappearance, Owen takes sick. Ianto goes to check on him.

What you can expect: crabby doctors, put-upon Welshmen, and a fuckton of emotions that everyone is trying to ignore. Not particularly happy, but then, when is Torchwood ever? It’s good while it lasts, though.

Pareidolia by hal_incandenza (Pacific Rim and The Black Tapes Podcast, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 102k, Mature)

It starts as a profile of paranormal investigator and professional skeptic Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. But it seems the further journalist Newt Geiszler delves into his cases, the more mysterious Dr. Gottlieb becomes. What is he hiding? What is he looking for? What is the truth? What is the difference between a journalist's idea of truth, and a scientist's?

Seeing is not believing. Believing is believing.

What you can expect: suspense, mystery, horror, pining, and apocalypse cults, with a dash of an ambiguous ending. I love this fic so much. I literally would stop what I was doing to read it when I got an alert that there was an update when it was still a work in progress.

Meet Me There Across The Water, And We’ll Start An Endless Storm by Skepticamoeba (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 35k, Teen and Up)

Hermann, an honorably discharged veteran has retired to continue working as a Keeper at a Lighthouse. It is perfectly solitary, and with little in the way for incidents. Newton is the sailor that washes up on the seashore after a summer storm.

[Late 19th century Lighthouse Keeper AU--or the one where Hermann was an aspiring artist whose dreams got a bit derailed, and Newt is the sailor that needs to learn to take his time with things.]

What you can expect: the pining........the intricate rituals............the denial.........*chef’s kiss*

and I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted by Lvslie (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 24k, Teen and Up)

He still smells like Newt; bears traces of his recent nearness. Clothes sleep-wrinkled from the proximity, from the way Newt’s ankle has during the night hooked around the calf of Hermann’s good leg and dragged his whole body seamlessly closer. Cheek half-flushed from the face unconsciously nuzzled his into the side of Hermann’s neck—evidence of his presence, fast asleep, as Hermann lay still and fretful for hours an end, staring at the ceiling and feeling sick with wanting.

[An early 20th century AU inspired loosely by Maurice and Age of Innocence.]

What you can expect: wistfulness, pining, repression, denial, lots of feelings. You’ll probably tear up. There’s an achingly happy ending for both of them. This is one of the fics I want a hard copy of so I can mark it up because, fuck, I love it so much.

leave the car running by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 1k, Teen and Up)

It is clear that, after everything, Newt doesn't like to be touched. 

What you can expect: touch starvation, mutual pining, Newt finally getting the human contact he deserves. I wrote my own version of this since it was initially a prompt, but quite frankly, I like Newton’s version better because it hits.

The Man Who Invented Sherlock Holmes by Calais_Reno (Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, 15k, Teen and Up)

John Watson, struggling young doctor, doomed to live an ordinary life, dreams of writing detective fiction. If he can just figure out his hero's name, the story will practically write itself.

What you can expect: Watson sort of, kind of, maybe invents a man into being. Oops. I haven’t read this one in a while but I remember it being quite a lot of fun. There’s elements of what I would say is probably magical realism, but it’s never quite clear.

Newton Isn’t Dead by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb and Vanessa Gottlieb/Karla Gottlieb, 32k, Mature)

Newton Geiszler is currently being possessed by a genocidal alien race known as the Precursors. They’ve taken over his body, leaving him a prisoner in his own mind. However, Newt has a totally awesome plan. He’s going to make a deal with them: let him prove that Earth is worth saving, and if he can’t do that, they can have his body. But convincing a hivemind full of mega-colonizers that one blue planet can be wonderful isn’t going to be easy. He’s going to need the help of his kind-of-ex Hermann, his best friend Vanessa, and one awesome Footloose remake to pull this off.

So, naturally, they go on a road trip.

What you can expect: pining, world-saving, eventual confessions and happy endings. I had the great honour of reading the chapters before they were published, and this fic is one of my top five favourite fics. There were multiple points where I yelled, both literally (quietly) and through text (slightly less quietly).

it takes time, but time moves slow by prettydizzeed (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 2k, Teen and Up)

Hermann conducts a cost-benefit analysis every class period of sitting in the back of the lecture hall versus walking down the stairs to the front. He wishes he had hard data for this, to get some actual statistics, and perhaps after a while, if he records his pain level and his ability to read the board and pay attention after each class, he will be able to predict the outcomes given either choice on a particular day.

Two curves, traveling in opposite directions, inversely proportional: pain goes up, concentration goes down. It’s comforting, somewhat, to make it a numbers game. Impersonal. Absolute. Not a tragedy, and not his doing, only his to interpret, a smudged scrawl across his left knee in an unfamiliar handwriting, his to analyze, to decrypt.

What you can expect: the fic may only be 2k, but it will leave you feeling like you were punched. It’s fantastic.

I Could Be Jew-ish For You by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 10k, Teen and Up)

When Hermann agrees to spend Chanukah with his family in an attempt to wheedle some desperately-needed funding out of his father, Newt insists that he shouldn’t face Lars alone and tags along as his “emotional support family rage distraction”. What they fail to realize are two things: 1. When Hermann brings Newt with him to the festivities, assumptions will be made, and 2. Newt may be half-Jewish, but he sure wasn’t raised as one. 

What to expect: fake dating fake dating fake dating— (can you tell I have a favourite trope?) In which Newt is Jew-ish, Hermann is both exasperated and pining, Lars is disliked, and we all get the Jewish romcom we deserve.

It Was Love At Second Sight by rednights (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 35k, Teen and Up)

Hermann receives the first letter when he is eighteen years old.

or: Kaiju don't attack the Earth, but Hermann and Newt still write letters, botch their first meeting, and fall in love, not necessarily in that order.

What you can expect: feels. So many fucking feels. There’s no kaiju but that doesn’t mean you won’t be on the edge of your seat.

hello my old heart by firebirdsuite (The Magnus Archives, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, 15k, Teen and Up)

Peter’s wrong, of course. When it’s all over, Martin does still want to tell Jon everything. It’s just—well, there’s a few things they need to work through first before they can get there.

Martin and Jon find each other again in Scotland.

What you can expect: tenderness, domesticity, and love. The perfect trifecta.

the truth about me (and the truth about me) by danimagus (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 11k, Teen and Up)

Newton suffers from a bout of memory loss and is told Hermann is his fiancé.

Hermann plays along, to his endless shame.

What you can expect: two words: fake dating. Gods, I love this fic, as Mary can attest from how I unceremoniously started screaming at her about it in her tumblr messages the day of/after it was published. This fic is great because it subverts the trope a bit, and thus avoids issues of consent that may otherwise have occured.

speak right to my heart without saying a word by thekaidonovskys (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 13k, General Audiences)

“Your eyes. Your expression. Your smile. I’ve worked with you for ten years, Hermann, and words have never been our primary method of communication.” 

What you can expect: to be knocked the fuck out emotionally. This one hits pretty hard, and that’s what makes it so good.

Transducer by hal_incandenza (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 85k, Teen and Up)

“I need you to hide something for me.”

“Oh, excellent. Of course, Newton, please allow me to jeopardize my career. And yours as well. My pleasure. Do go on.”

“Yeesh, relax,” said Newton. “It’s a personal thing, not a work thing.”

“As if there is any division between the two,” Hermann snapped.

If only you knew, Newt thought.

What you can expect: intruigue, alien tech, light espionage. This fic will have your little nerd heart beating double-time. It’s very very good.

A Really Private Person by astolat (Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, 18k, Mature)

The end of the world started on a Wednesday in March. 

What you can expect: badassery on Finch’s part. One of the few fics I have bookmarked for this fandom, and it’s bookmarked for good reason.

Party For Two by ProblemWithTrouble (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 18k, General Audiences)

 “My mother’s parents have a home in the Black Forest that has a guest house. They’ve often allowed me to stay there when I could spare the time.” Hermann looked distant as if he were remembering something; the warmth of a fire and a nice book and the smell of freshly made tea. “It will be quiet, and possibly too boring for you-”

 “It won’t be. I could use some quiet after the decade we’ve had. I could actually compile my research. And sleep. It sounds amazing.”

After the world doesn't end Newt and Hermann take a vacation together to live in a cabin and finally relax, as friends. Cue the pining, the longing, and the living together as best friends.

What you can expect: a fic that will wrap you up like a warm blanket. Mutual pining, vacationing together in a cabin, lots of feels—what more can you want?

Dream Drifting by MooseLane (Pacific Rim and Inception, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 5k, General Audiences)

"You're running an extraction on that spastic PPDC biologist, is what I hear." Chau fixes him with a side-eye. "I know I wouldn't want to go poking around in that little bastard's head."

(There are not enough Inception x Pacific Rim crossover fics, so I decided to change that.)

What you can expect: Inception meets Pacific Rim. There’s no other way to say it, really.

I’ve Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy In New York) by gyzym (Inception, Arthur/Eames, 19k, Teen and Up)

Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte. 

What to expect: Arthur is stressed, Eames runs a coffee shop, and, through the power of friendship and a lot of stress-baking, everything works out happily for our intrepid protagonist.

Kalimat/كلمات  by rainbowagnes (The Old Guard, Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicolò di Genova, 3k, Teen and Up)

Yusuf translates medical texts for Niccolò from Greek and Persian into Arabic, and Niccolò spots the substratum of the ideas of the classical authors that he had once believed the basis of his own civilisation that he would go to the sword to defend, translated and passed down and sewn into a no longer foreign script. There are words Yusuf does not know how to translate. They will never, ever know all of the words. The prospect is thrilling. --- It takes Niccolò lifetimes to learn Arabic. 

What you can expect: if you, like me, are, especially natively, multilingual, this might hit the sweet spot of Language Feels. It did for me. Also, Joe calling Nicky hayati? Yeah.

i never liked that ending either by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 15k, Mature)

You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?    - Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

Once upon a time Dr. Flick Tucker, K-Sci head of Biology, fought a bunch of highly scientific dragons to save the world. Then, they took over her life. It didn’t end well.

Once upon our time Dr. Newt Geiszler, marine biologist, sci-fi aficionado, and accidental discoverer of dimensional travel, got a chance to take her place. He has a couple of ideas.

In which Uprising is still a bad movie, musings on the nature of choice and personal autonomy are made, and somewhere, probably, a coin is showing heads every time.

What you can expect: everything’s fine this is a perfectly normal fic come here i want to cause you as much emotional damage as I can

Not Allowed by acedott (BBC Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, 1k, General Audiences)

Gwen has been dealing with self-imposed touch starvation since she was a child. Morgana sets out to challenge this. 

What you can expect: gays. Pining. Touch starvation. Need I say more?

Rocky Horror Pancake Show by ChuckleVoodoos (Daredevil, Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson, 19k, Teen and Up)

Foggy falls asleep at exactly 12:00 AM, and he’s making a wish. He wakes up at 12:00 AM too—twenty-four hours before he fell asleep.

"Let's do the time warp again!"

What you can expect: Ground-hog Day style time-loop, lots of fluff, and a happy ending.

Ain’t No Nancy Kerrigan by cleverqueen (DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, Leonard Snart/Mick Rory, 13k, Teen and Up)

It's 1994, and young Lisa Snart's jumps aren't strong enough for an Olympic singles skater. Thankfully, her older brother has an athletic friend who can match her in pairs.

Mick Rory is hopelessly in love with Leonard Snart, though he'd never say anything about it, so he jumps at a chance to do Len's little sister a favor. If he's patient and works hard, maybe he'll even get to skate with her older brother.

What you can expect: pining, ice-skating, and general goodness. It’s fun, it’s funny, and it has a happy ending.

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A Curse Meant to Be Broken | Part 5

Summary: Geralt and his companion spend some time alone at Kaer Morhen, but reality interrupts. 

Warning: Smut, mentions of assault/abuse (very vague)

A/N: Ok, I know this took forever, but here we are. I had so much fun getting back into this story. I have to admit, I think it’s my favorite. Thanks for reading, yada yada--kofi here, masterlist here, taglist here. Enjoy!

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

En’ca Minne

Geralt’s lips against yours, warmth radiating from his strong, firm body. His scent, comforting and alluring. Your brain bad short-circuited; those are the only things you can focus on. The kiss is soft and gentle but full of need all at once—a mess of contradictions, like the Witcher with the stone face but the heart of gold, like the girl who’d been naught more than a slave only a month ago, timid and terrified but able to battle a noonwraith and come out of it alive.

It is all lips and tongues and teeth as the two of you seemingly attempt to drink each other in, as if you can somehow fuse yourselves into one. The pad of his thumb brushes over your cheek, wiping away the tears of rage that had started to cool and dry there.

Your hand clutched wildly at the open collar of his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin—to feel the slow, steady heartbeat. One of his tangled in your hair, holding you with pressure that was firm but not forceful.

Neither of you had the capacity to think about anything else—certainly not about Lambert and Eskel in the next room, who had let worry blind them enough that they didn’t wait and listen; didn’t use those Witcher senses as they should have. Then again, neither you nor Geralt, with Witcher’s hearing of his own, registered the hurried steps coming from the room over. Neither of you heard them calling your names as they rushed down the hallway.

“Geralt, what’s going—“ Eskel stopped, holding up his hand towards Lambert, who’d been slower to follow, though he made it to the open doorway, anyway.

“Oh,” Lambert said quite loudly, stopped in the middle of the doorway.

The two of you, who hadn’t even managed it to get up off the floor, zapped apart as if lighting had struck, both breathing heavy.

Your face burns with embarrassment—from what you’d overheard, it didn’t seem like they liked you very much, and now this. You’d very much like to disappear into the wall. But neither says anything for a moment, until the older looking one simply shoots Geralt a knowing look and says, “Sorry, Wolf.”

He pulls the door shut behind himself and the younger one, leaving you and Geralt alone. Face still burning, you pull your knees up against your chest, burying your head. “Gods, I- I’m sorry.”

Geralt, on the other hand, just laughs, once again closing the distance between the two of you. “Sorry for what?” You can hear his smile as he scoots closer to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You can’t quite manage to lift your head to look at him, so you speak into your knees, “Causing a scene.”

Geralt chuckles, fingers brushing through your hair, “A kiss isn’t quite a scene, Y/N.”

You sigh heavily, finally lifting your head from the cocoon you’d made yourself. Your face is still burning hot, flushed with embarrassment, but also with excitement. Despite the embarrassment, you would very much like for things to continue. You feel an unfamiliar flutter in your belly—a tingle in your whole body that you’d never felt before. When Stephic had thrown you at men, you’d never felt like this. You’d never felt anything. You’d blocked it all out, pretended like it wasn’t happening at all.

But with Geralt… You look at him and you just want to touch every inch of him, for him to touch every inch of you. The two of you lock eyes, and that feeling increases tenfold.

“You are beautiful when you blush,” the Witcher purrs, moving to stand up and wrapping his arms around you—still careful not to touch the fading marks across your back—and pulls you up with him. Of course, his words only make your heart rate faster; make your cheeks feel even hotter. Though, it seems he likes that reaction, because he hooks the fingers of one hand under your chin, tilting your head up so he can look straight into your eyes.

For a moment, he simply holds your gaze. His eyes are soft, warm, comforting—he looked at you the way you’d always dreamed a man would look at you, in a way that you thought was just a fantasy. Something that would never happen—not for someone like you.

Then, he leans in closer, leaving only the slightest bit of space between your lips and his. You lips tremble slightly, tears threatening to slip from your eyes. They aren’t sad tears, of course. Despite the poison making its way through your veins this very moment, nothing matters except the Witcher before you. You expect him to crash his lips to yours, but he does something quite different. He offers you a small smile before placing a kiss to each side of your face, just where the tears have escaped from your eyes despite the desperate attempts to hide them.

He kisses each one, lips soft and gentle, before pulling back slightly, his look turning more serious, but remaining warm as ever. “You are allowed to cry, you know,” he says, “You’ve been through so much… So much I wish I could have protected you from.”

At that, something snaps within you and tears start to flow, no chance of blinking them back. But you shake your head, laughing slightly. “Oh, Witcher,” you say, “I’m not crying because I am upset. I’m crying because… I… I never thought that I would have… this.”

Geralt moves his hands to cup each side of your face, the pad of each thumb brushing away tears. He leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head and you smile, leaning into him, leaning into his touch. This time, when he tilts your head up to look at him, your eyes meet his for a moment before they shift to his full lips. He smiles that little smirk of a smile you’ve come to love so much and leans in, bringing his lips gently to yours.

He holds you like you are delicate, something that might break if he squeezes too tight, and his lips move against yours in much the same manner. When he parts your lips with his tongue, he does it softly, first tracing your lower lip with the tip of his tongue, making you sigh and melt into him and taking advantage of your parted lips to gently explore your mouth.

Your hands rest on his chest, one directly over his heart. You press your palm against him, letting your fingers gently explore, enjoying the slow, steady beat of his heart. You smile into the kiss and Geralt pulls away for just a moment, looking down at you for a moment, “What is it?”

“Your heart,” you say with a sweep of her thumb, “It beats so slowly. Steadily.”

When Geralt reaches out a hand and places it over your heart, you gasp softly. The warmth of his hand over your heart has your heart beating wildly. “And yours is beating fast as a rabbit’s.”

You can’t quite suppress the giggle as Geralt leans over to kiss you quickly, “Do I make you so nervous?”

Your blush gives you away, so Geralt doesn’t wait long enough for you to answer before he brings his lips to your neck. You head seems to tilt back of its own accord as a soft moan escapes your lips. At the sound, Geralt hums appreciatively as his lips and tongue move over you neck, coaxing more of the sounds from your lips.

Your hands tangle in his hair is as his arms wrap around you, lifting you up into the air and carrying you over to the large bed you’d not yet had a chance to lay in. You get the impression that if your back were not still injured, he would toss you down onto the soft bed. Instead, he gently bends at the waist, placing you on the bed.

You blink up at him, enjoying the view, enjoying his gentle weight on you as he rests most of it on his forearms. Your breathing is heavy, contrasting with his even, measured breaths. But you could see from the fire in his amber eyes that he was feeling everything you were—his Witcher senses were just better at hiding it.

One of his hands moving to unlace your top hand you breathing even harder as he pressed his lips to yours once more. Now, I it feels like you cannot breathe at all, but you don’t care. You don’t need air, you just need him.

When he manages to unlace the soft material of your nightdress, his lips trail back down, first your jaw, then your neck and lower, to your collarbone, and then to the bare skin of your chest as he pushes the material out of his way. You let out a heavy sigh that turns into a moan as his lips and tongue trace your skin, moving ever closer to your nipple. When he gently pulls it into his mouth, flicking the hardened nub, you barely even register the moan that escapes your lips. Your brain is focused only on Geralt, and on his mouth.

He laughs, a low rumbling sound, and flicks his eyes up to meet yours, “You make the loveliest sounds when my mouth is on you.” His voice is low and husky in a way you’d never heard it before.

“It’s just, I—” you gasp out as he turns his attention to your other breast, letting his finger trace soft circles around the one he’d just lavished with attention, “It’s never felt good, never felt like this.”

For a moment, his eyes seem to lose focus, clouded with anger—at Stephic, at men he didn’t know, had never met—at anyone who’d hurt you. Your chest tightens, another wave of emotion crashing over you. He cared for you. He wasn’t just here to take what he wanted and leave. The only thing he wanted from you was you.

Everything else was nothing.

The cloud seemed to dissipate, his eyes flicking up to yours once more, clear as ever. You gave him a ghost of a smile, and he responded in that husky voice, “I promise you that with me, it will always feel like this.”

Your hands have nothing to do but tangle in his silver hair as his mouth returns to your chest, kissing and teasing until you were writhing beneath him, attempting to move your hips up to meet his, desperate for any contact. Thankfully, he took the message and pulled back slightly so that he could slip one hand up under your nightdress, calloused fingers moving up from your ankle to your calf, then the soft skin of your thigh. You gasped as he let his fingers gently brush up against your underthings, which were absolutely soaked.

You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, couldn’t be embarrassed thanks to the low growl that came from somewhere deep in his chest. He teased you a bit more, letting his fingers trace from your entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves at your center. Despite the fact that his fingers were still separated from you by the scrap of thin material, you mewled, urging him on; needing to feel more of him.

As if he were reading your mind, he hooks his fingers in the soaked material and pulls them off, tossing them somewhere on the floor behind him. “Gods,” he breathed, letting a finger circle your most sensitive spot so gently it was maddening, “Look at you, en’ca minne,” he adds another finger, moving them back and forth across the sensitive nub, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your brain is clouded with pleasure and trying to decipher what he just said is nearly impossible given that fact and your limited knowledge of the language the Elder Speech. Whatever it means, he says it with so much care that you don’t really care what it means one way or the other.

He traces his fingers slowly to your entrance, circling around it several times, but not pushing in despite your protesting.

“Geralt,” you breathe, “Please—”

But then there is a sound on the other side of the door, several loud knocks in quick succession.

Your heart jumps up into your throat as Geralt withdraws his hand, turning to stand, irritation written all over his face.

“Dammit, Lambert, Eskel, can’t you leave it alone for a—”

“Geralt, that is no way to talk to your elder.”

Geralt’s mouth snaps shut as he glances at the door, and then at you. You’ve already started lacking up your night dress again, though you still have no idea where your underwear went—which is entirely mortifying. Thankfully, he waits for you to grab another pair from your still open dresser that you’d only half unpacked your things into and pull them on with shaky hands.

Once you’ve managed to dress yourself and somewhat fix your mussed hair, Geralt finally goes to the door and opens it. Vizimir looks at Geralt apologetically, “Sorry to intrude.” He says it so nonchalantly that you get the impression that his probably happened dozens of time times. You do remember Geralt telling you that Vizimir was very old, and that he’d been in charge of Kaer Morhen for a very long time. You suppose his nonchalance eases your embarrassment somewhat—but only somewhat.

You knit your fingers together anxiously, looking between the two men. You know that mind reading is not something Witchers can do, but you can’t help but feel as if the two are exchanging information silently while you just shift nervously from one foot to the other, completely in the dark.

“You must have come up here for something important,” you let the words slip from your mouth. Truly, since being away from your old home, you’d become more and more able to speak up for yourself—to voice your concerns without the fear of being punished for it. You like to think that your mother would be happy to see the return of her loud, opinionated daughter, who had been missing for so long.

“I did,” Visimir says, taking a few steps into the room. Once he makes it past Geralt, you see a vial of something in his hand. It is full of a strange liquid you’ve never seen before—it was a bright yellow color, like the color of Geralt’s eyes in the sun. Your eyes narrow, focusing on the bottle. You cannot guess what it is, exactly, but you can guess why he’s brought it up here.

Geralt’s eyes have also focused on the vial, recognition blooming on his face in the form of a sharp grimace. “Visimir…” he trails off as Visimir gives him a sharp look, though his eyes look unbelievably sad.

You back up slowly, unthinkingly, until the backs of your legs hit the bed and you sit down with a heavy sigh. Of course, since you’d arrived here, you knew what was going to happen. You know what choice you’ve made, and you don’t plan on changing your mind—but it still makes your heart hammer in your chest.

“Visimir,” Geralt tries again, “We’ve only just arrived. Can she not have one night of peace?” There is an edge to the silver haired Witcher’s voice that you have rarely heard. It was fear lacing his words.

“I wish that I could,” Visimir says gently, taking a few more steps into the room, toward you. “But, Geralt, you know the mutations will only work if she’s taken the proper mutigens. Without the mutigens—”

“It would be suicide,” you cut off the old man. Even you, with your limited knowledge, know that. Trying to mutate someone’s DNA is risky, nearly impossible.

“Yes,” Visimir confirms.

“But certainly, it can wait until tomorrow—”

“No, Geralt.” It is you who cuts off the Witcher this time. You draw in a shaky breath, “I can… I can feel the venom,” you admit. There was an ache in your back, which thankfully was dull at the moment, but you know that it will only get worse.

Visimir nods, eyes locking on yours, “We are going to have to begin as soon as possible, before the damage becomes irreparable.”

Geralt sighs, running a hand through his loose hair and pacing toward the bed, “Fuck.”

You hold out your hand, reaching for the vial, which Visimir hands you. Despite his words, he handed it over slightly reluctantly, clearly not relishing the idea of you drinking it. But you’ve already made up your mind, and immediately uncork the small bottle.

“Wait, Y/N,” Geralt holds out a hand as if to take it from you, “Before you drink it, you have to know what—”

“Please, Geralt, do not tell me about the fucking side effects.” You don’t want to hear about them, you don’t want to know what is about to happen. You just know that you need to survive this; you need to be with Geralt. You need your life to continue.

So you put the bottle to your lips and tilt your head back, swallowing the mixture in one go, gagging slightly on the taste.

For a moment, you feel nothing aside from an alcohol burn down your throat, but then you feel something else—a blooming pain radiating from your chest. You gasp, pressing your hands to your chest, as if you could somehow tear yourself open and get the mixture out, dropping the vial in the process.

“You’ll keep watch, I’m sure?” Visimir asks Geralt, who nods gravely as he rushes to your side, sitting down next to you on the bed.

You watch Visimir leave, first stopping in the doorway to tell Geralt that he’d be in the lab if he was needed. And then, he is gone.

You are gulping for air, even though each breath burns like fire. The only comfort is Geralt beside you, pulling you against him and easing you into bed. You look up at him with wide eyes, shaking your head vehemently, “Geralt… I won’t be able to fucking sleep!” The words come out choppily, through gasps of air.

Geralt’s face screws into a more serious, grave expression than you’d ever seen, and he looks down at you. “Y/N,” he mutters, “I would never normally use it on you, but… you know about axii?”

You nod, vaguely remembering the Witcher sign that could control minds. Honestly, you don’t care what he does so long as you can sleep—so that you can escape this pain. “Just… make it stop,” you plead.

“I will, en’ca minne,” he whispers, one hand stroking your hair and the other gripping your hand tightly.

He removes his hand from your forehead, tracing a sign above you and whispering under his breath, “Sleep, my love.”

And suddenly, despite the pain, you feel every part of your body relax, your breaths becoming more even as your eyes slip shut.

Oh yes, you think, I’m very tired. So, so tired.

You fall asleep clutching Geralt’s hand, and he stays awake all night. He knows you are strong, and you will fight, but he will not let you go through this alone. He will not let anything happen to you.

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[fictional-thoughts]

OK WE HAVE THIGH RIDING WITH MANDO AND SO IM PULLING THE EQUAL RIGHTS CARD can you please write a thigh riding with cara dune!! that woman can destroy me on any given day

Missed You

nsfw. cara dune x fem!reader

words: 1.9k

warnings: smut, language, thigh riding and cara dunes hotness

a/n: thank god for the equal rights card

Cara doesn’t think much of her past, she’s able to move through emotions carefully, concealed or not; brushing past the gunfire and war and the toll of her work takes on her. She’s strong, a warrior, and she knows it.

So when you stumble back into her life, accidentally, as paths do cross along the way you’re a bit rougher, a little older and still looking just as gorgeous as she last laid eyes on you, eyes dark and weapons slung accross your back, Cara’s in slight awe and disbelif that you’re here.

And you do bring back memories.

She’s caught in the moment, recalling everything you and her went though, and how it ended so quickly. Nothing ended bad, a change is career paths is all it was, seperation between Cara and you was purely unplanned, and it all happened so fast you never got to say goodbye, hold her close, kiss her one last time.

But you’re there now. Walking into a darkened shabby bar accross the filled street of the dusty town.

It doesnt take her long to track you down, after processing what she just saw she’s walking through the bar, pushing past drunken men she’s peering through the hazy light, smiling to herself, she knows you’d tease her for this, that curved smirk of yours, bright eyes and knowing looks. You came all that way, just for me? I’m honoured.

Cara’s unsure of what to say to you when she finds you. It’s been only a little while, time apart between the stars of the galaxy, but times do change and the reality of it sinks it’s teeth in around her — that what if you’ve moved on?

You’re at a table, way in the back of the bar, slouched into the uncomfortable bench, the normal and familiar resting face adorning your features, Cara’s getting closer and she’s reminded of your beauty, unique and perfect in all the right places you’re all she can see, walking through the packed bar. Soft music plays, twirling through the smoke glazed air.

It’s like you knew she was there. Your eyes find hers, locked together through the darkness and she feels that ever so familiar tug in her gut, a stone dropping through her body, weighing her down, dragging her towards you. Cara feels her skin flush a pretty pink as you’ve got that smirk and shifting in your seat, hands playing with the weapons laid on the table — you know she’s there.

You’re surely dreaming, Cara Dune didn’t just walk into the dingy bar, she’s not walking towards you and she’s definitely not standing at your table, her intimidating stance, dark eyes and powerful she’s so close to you. Looking around the bar, you’ve decided your previous plans of meeting a gun seller could be canceled, besides, you didn’t even know who was selling the guns — you’d just been told to walk into the bar and wait.

Heart hammering in your ears you stand and she’s finally infront if you. Maybe it’s all different, she’s changed, maybe the wars have turned her. She’s quirked her brow and looks you up and down. “Well, hey.”

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The door of your ship slams closed and you’re pressed to the gleaming metal, it’s a mess of hands and soft moans and weapons and lips and tongues and shit you’ve got a grenade in your pocket — easily could be moved a certian way and blow your ship half to hell. That could ruin the mood. “Wait, wait,” you’re pulling away from her lips but she’s urgent, shortly tugging you closer by your hips, her mouth captured by yours once more, hot and heavy she’s so close and kissing you as if it’s been decades of passing stars and suns since you’ve last seen her but it’s only been a few years.

Cara’s hands slide up from your waist to curl over your jaw, her fingertips press into your soft skin and she’s uttering broken sentences into your lips, stealing the very air from your lungs it’s such a good burn. You pull the grenade from your pocket at set it haphazardly on its hook near the wall, still entangled with the warrior you feel her smile against your lips.

“Is that a grenade?”

“Don’t ask,” you push her shoulders and step away from the door, following her heavy boots reversing footsteps through the hazy yellow lights scattering through your ship. You’re in the small bunk room, together she and you steal the air from the room, suck the light from the galazy, the air is electric.

Pulling you from your plated armour Caras humming in approval, her clever hands have your buckles undone, pulling weapons – daggers, sharpened blades, spare bullets, a small hand blaster – from your form she’s shaking her head. You’re still the same.

You dont know where to start, that twisted and aching hotness is pooled deep at your core, its like she can feel how much you want her, she’s kissing the sweet spot on your neck as her hand pushes past your breasts she’s slipping her hand down the front of your pants.

Everything with Cara is fast and rushed, she’s always eager, up for anything, just like she’s always been. You moan softly and she’s there in an instant, swallowing the sound as her lips cover your own. Its wet and a mix of tongues and lips and she’s soon caught on a moan as you tug her bottom lip between your teeth and gods you missed the sound of her voice.

“Who’s gonna be the first to say it?” You’re teasing, seductive and gazing at her with a lingering predatory look.

Cara pulls her hand from your clothes and lets you rip her heavy armour off, watching you its like the time never passed, its only been seconds since the time of your departure and she’s unable to think real thoughts, of logical or reason. “Say what?” All she’s seeing is you, your form, the light your eyes bring and just how good your lips feel on her neck, fingertips dragging back her tight undershirt Cara’s bottom lips trapped beneath her teeth as your hands span around the curve of her breast.

“Say that you missed me,” she’s on the bed and you’re on top of her, thighs parted of her own, half stripped of battle gear and clothing she tugs up your shirt, sliding her hands around your waist, smooth and soft, etched with scars she’s tracing one and thinking back to completing missions together. Of course Cara has missed you, wouldn’t like to admit it but its exaclty what you want her to say. “Because I’ve missed you,” you’re saying and the words are slurred, abstract sentences and they’re drifting off your lips like melted gold. She’s impossibly close and you feel the thrums of arousal leek throughout your system, her touch is triggering it and the flames are spreading.

“I’ve missed you,” she’s distracted, you’ve a hand pushing back her thick dark hair, exposing the side of her neck you drag short open mouthed kisses downwards; you could take this slow, tease out the pleasure, have long moments and soothing guestures. But she’s gasping as your teeth sink into the curve her breast, tongue curling around her nipple she’s suddenly urgent. “I’ve missed this too much,”

In response you’re pushing her to lay flat, shaking hands tugging at the ties of her belt you’re desperate for a taste, but she’s getting rough, hands gripping your hips she’s sliding her thigh under you, pushing her leg upwards, flexing and dragging your hips closer you nearly collapse as a beating rush of aroual spreads at your centre.

“Miss the good old times?” You kiss her shoulder, trail your lips from the sloping curve and drag them to her jaw, your hands cupped just there she’s leaning back, eyes fluttering closed, basked in the warm sort of light you bring everywhere you go. “Hm?”

Cara looks up at you, playful, teasing, eyebrow arched you know she’s thinking back to old times, of hiding away in the ships storerooms, sneaking past guards, shuffling clothes and hushed moans, hidden from the rest of the galaxy, she and you. “Don’t remind me.”

You’re smiling and pull her closer, her lips catch your own in a bruising kiss, its silky and warm and she tastes of everything good in the world. Her hands shape your hips and she’s settling you over her, straddling her powerful thigh, you instantly feel the flush of arousal, of her under you on the soft bed, beneath the hazy lights, she and you, together.

It’s rough, a quick battle between longing and rushed passion, of missed moments and remembrance of the past.

She’s urging your movement, her focus all on you, watching your back arch, hips rolling forwards and then back. Hands sliding up to grasp your own chest, she’s got you whimpering softly, lost in the heavy fog of arsoual, you’re all hers but you’ve never been one to loose control, to lay down in submission, that’s why it’s so fun with you, the push and pull between powers; a battle and stars it’s just what she’s needed.

Cara can feel the burning rush, slicked and deliciously warm your grinding down on her and it’s stealing nearly all her self control not to just push a little harder and let you crash over to release.

“So you missed me?” She’s got a half smirk sliding over her mouth and you’re panting, lips parted and swollen and soft from the bruising kisses. Every second it’s growing hotter in the room, your wet cunt against her thigh and hands gripping anything sturdy, trembling and never ceasing movement you cart your hands through her thick hair, pushing her head back you crash down to kiss her, eyes squeezed shut and throat choked on moans.

“Stop talking,” you shutter against her, breath heavy in your lungs. The coil within you is taunt, wound by her careful movements she’s helping you fuck yourself on her thigh. “‘m so close,”

Cara’s muscles ache but she doesn’t care, you’re grinding down and the movements slowing down, dragging your release towards the end, second by second. A flutter of warmth and suddenly she’s all you can feel, fingertips in your skin, lips at your throat and the bruising closeness of her beneath your centre, sensitive and absolutely soaked you’re gasping, caught at the edges it’s only a matter of seconds.

Gods she’s so good.

The stars dim and lights fade, it’s only Cara and you; she’s whispering your name and it’s over. You bite down on swears and drag your hips over her, the coil expands and snaps, you’re falling over the edges and it’s a fast rush of waves, tugging and pulling until you can’t breathe.

“Fuck,” you collapse over her, heart pounding in your ears and the exhausting thrums of post orgasm electricity flow freely through you. Cara’s smirking and grips your jaw to kiss you, pulling the air from your lungs her hand slips down your front and cups your sex, slicked and sensitive you shiver, voice caught on soft moans you say her name, a plead, a whisper of a beg. “Just wait,” you’re trying to chase down the feelings, tether them and stay in the moment but Cara’s rushing and her hand leaves your cunt.

“Uh uh,” she’s shaking her head, smiling and brining her fingers to her lips to taste you, then she’s got her hands on your ass she’s lifting you off her and turning so you slam into the bed, it’s softness engulfing you in the darkness. She’s pulling her clothes the rest of the way off, hair down and wild she’s matched with darkened eyes and the thrill of passion. Cara settles between your thighs and peers up at you through her dark lashes. “Just like old times, remember?”

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i really hope i didn’t disappoint any cara fans here!! this is my first attempt at any female x reader smut! hope i did semi-okay :) feedback is very much appreciated but as always, thank you for reading

[dearcat1]

Winter Holiday

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Relationship: Sawada Tsunayoshi & Gokudera Hayato, Sawada Tsunayoshi & Reborn, Sawada Tsunayoshi & Xanxus.

For the record, I am kind of sorry.

Sequel to Seal and Hot&Cold.

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They had been careful, oh so very careful, in continuing their arrangement. Nobody talked about it, there was no reason given, it was simply an unspoken agreement based on their shared uneasiness of the Ninth Generation.

Maybe they hadn’t been careful enough.

Tsuna has no idea what the Ninth knows, what Iemitsu knows, nor does he have any idea of what they think about it. All he knows is that it got him in this fucked up situation and it’s messing with his head. Tsuna resists the urge to close his eyes in exhaustion and forces himself not to tremble.

His mother keeps on talking excitedly, all three men sitting around her and pretending to listen. Or maybe that’s just Tsuna. He feels a little guilty about it underneath the sea of terrified fury and betrayal. When his mother had insisted on spending a holiday with him, Tsuna had thought nothing of it. He hadn’t expected the ambush.

He hadn’t expected his mother to play along either and maybe he should have. Maybe is foolish to think otherwise, Nana understands very little and has been told nothing at all, no matter how much Tsuna hates it. To her, she’s probably trying to mend a father-son relationship that has hit one too many bumps along the way.

It’s so much more than that, though. And Tsuna finds himself forced to endure Timoteo’s and Iemitsu’s flames bearing down on him. They keep trying to force his flames into some sort of submissive compliance, intentions disguised as something kinder, it makes Tsuna’s skin crawl.

Or maybe Tsuna is reading too much into it. Maybe they want the easy resonance that Tsuna’s and Xanxus’ flames have finally fallen into, about a year and some more months after their first night of silent companionship. Maybe that’s all it is or maybe Tsuna is right to be wary. It doesn’t matter. The feeling of their flames insistently pushing against his skin is terrifying and irritating in equal measures. Disturbing.

A shower is just one of the things he wishes for. For a second, he allows himself to wish for Reborn, who even to this day he can’t help but think of as invincible, for Xanxus, who is an expert at redirecting this two powerful men. But even now, feeling the edges of the broken seal flaring on his forehead, he can’t quite wish this on the older man and Reborn is on a mission, far out of reach.

Just one more night, he reminds himself, just one more. Endure this much and then escape, he’ll know to look out for this in the future. He won’t be caught unaware anymore.

That night, like the others, Tsuna can’t go to sleep. He stays awake, not even bothering to change into his nightclothes, and lets the wine calm his nerves. He thinks he can do it, it’s only one more night and tomorrow morning he’ll be gone as fast as politeness allows. Maybe he jinxed himself.

Flames bare down on him, far more insistent, far less subtle, than all the previous days. It leaves Tsuna gasping, skin overheated to the point his fingers start charring the glass he’s holding. But Tsuna resists the urge to let his flames out, he will not give these two men access to his will.

Instead, hoping that the phone’s flame-resistant technology will survive long enough, Tsuna reaches for his phone and calls Gokudera. Let his right-hand man stage a rescue, Tsuna is sure Reborn will forgive him this lapse in gentlemanly behaviour.

“Tenth?”

Tsuna can only gasp. The flames bearing down on him turn hotter and Tsuna half bites back a sob. It seems to he answer enough.

“I’ll let mama know there was an emergency. We’ll have extraction ready in five, boss. Less if the Varia can help.” Gokudera sounds so angry, so worried.

The warmth in his chest is half overheating from keeping his own flames so tightly constrained and half grateful bewildered love. “Thank you, Hayato.”

He loses time after that, has convoluted memories of smiling at his mother, apologizing for having to leave so suddenly, bowing at Timoteo and Iemitsu just to avoid shaking their hands. A car ride, maybe. Voices around him. Arms are surroundIng him, freezing cold against his overheated skin and Tsuna tries to flinch away. 

It hurts. 

“Stay still, Dame-Tsuna.”

Reborn, Tsuna thinks, with something close to relief, and forces himself to stop squirming. He wants to reach for him, hold Reborn against his chest. Reborn allowed that sometimes when Tsuna really needed the comfort. But Reborn is adult-sized now and kneeling in front of him and Tsuna’s arms are pinned at his sides so he rests his forehead against his tutor’s collarbone instead.

Movement behind him has the chest pressed to his back plastering itself more firmly to him and Tsuna shudders, sobs. It’s too cold against his skin. There’s breath against his nape and muttered whispers he can barely make out. A litany of apologies against his skin and Tsuna blinks, lets his fingers tangle on the fabric they’re resting on. “Xanxus?”

“Tsunayoshi,” the assassin sounds so tired that Tsuna is immediately concerned, “I need you to work with me.”

“Ok,” he whispers, “ok.” His throat is raspy and his head is hurting but he can do this, he can.

“Alright, come on.” Xanxus shifts, tangles his hands with Tsuna’s and Tsuna resists the urge to pull away at the cold. “Pull your flames out, slowly. Come on, with me.”

But Tsuna remembers flames bearing down on him, insistent and painful, and he shakes, lurches forward in a barely aborted attempt to escape and then sobs. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Xanxus, no, don’t make me.”

A hand on his nape gets him to stop babbling, keeps him quiet. His tutor looks grim and Xanxus exhales wetly behind him. Tsuna is pretty sure he’s not the only one crying anymore. He can’t even remember when he started to cry, to begin with. He lets out a sob that rattles his entire frame but stops fighting Xanxus as the man coaches his flames out. Tsuna helplessly buries his head a little more firmly against Reborn.