#there's not enough dom!gale in this fandom

[slowsweetlove]

Day 7: Fever

Sharing some delicious smut by the incredible talented @anachilles that might cause some feverish heat.

[meyerlansky]

dancing cheek to cheek (to cheek) (7563 words) by littlelansky chapters: 1/1 fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024) rating: Explicit warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply relationships: Curtis Biddick/Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Curtis Biddick/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Curtis Biddick/Gale "Buck" Cleven, Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan characters: Curtis Biddick, John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Gale "Buck" Cleven additional tags: Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Period Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, (it's light though dw), Canon Compliant, Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Making Out, Drunk Sex, Whiskey Dick, POV Curtis Biddick series: Part 1 of three bluebirds summary:

If Bucky’s with Curt, he’s with him. No biting back another guy’s name, no faraway look in his eyes. It’d probably have made the whole thing easier if there had been.

Because when Bucky’s boy rolls in, Curt takes one look at him and whistles low.

“I was lowballin’ it on ‘twice as pretty,’ huh,” he mutters to Bucky, quiet enough no one else can hear. He scowls, played-up, to counter the stupid grin on Bucky’s face. “And you just let me. Some friend you are.”

(In which Curt catches feelings twice.)

[read it on ao3!]

[brotherwtf]

My horny HC is Dom!bottom Gale. There's a severe lack of that in the fandom. Gale loves being control in air and on bed too and Bucky is just happy to follow him anywhere and do anything he wants

oh my gosh me and the lovely @morriganravenclaw have been discussing this very topic at length

I'm literally scratching at the walls I need sub top John to catch on, literally praying on my hands and knees

THE HIGHLIGHTS

John just likes to relinquish all control to Gale, especially after missions, so essentially he just lets Gale boss him around while they're at home; ordering him to get on his knees, maybe makes John bend over so he can spank his ass, orders him to suck Gale's cock until he's gagging on it

Oh he would moan so sweetly for Gale, can really only whimper and whine when he gets so deep into it, can't even form a sentence and Gale teases him endlessly for it :(( John's so far gone he can't even talk :((

PUPPY PLAY OMG so many thoughts thinking about Gale calling him a good boy or maybe even a pathetic puppy, pets his hair while he's on his knees for him or when they're in bed together, cooing about how sweet John is for Gale

But oh I love a praise kink but I also love a degradation kink, gimme John just whimpering and whining while Gale calls him names, a slut for Gale, just a downright cockwhore, but John eats it up every single time, whines so prettily when Gale calls him those names, can't get enough of it

John begging Gale to let him fuck him, asking so nicely like Gale wants him to but Gale is being so mean, won't even moan sweetly when John fucks into him, calls him sloppy and says he has to do all of the work, putting a hand over John's mouth so he doesn't have to listen to his whimpers and whines while he fucks into him

Gale loves to ride John, loves to call him a slut for wanting Gale to do all of the work, all John does is lay back and whimper while Gale fucks himself on John's cock, it just feels so tight and good he can hardly stand it

give me sub top dog coded John or give me death I will forever die on this hill. have that twink make that huge man WHIMPER

[scaredyspooks]

A Contract of Lust

I posted it! I'm very rusty, and I'm gonna come up with a better name, but here it is! <3

A contract of lust (4468 words) by scaredyspooks Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raphael (Baldur's Gate)/Reader, Raphael (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Haarlep/Raphael (Baldur's Gate), Haarlep (Baldur's Gate)/Reader, Haarlep/Raphael/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Raphael/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Haarlep (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Raphael (Baldur's Gate), Haarlep (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Dom/sub, BDSM, Cuckolding, Denial, Hold Person Spell (Dungeons & Dragons), Bondage, Succubi & Incubi, Location: The House of Hope (Baldur's Gate), Devils, Contracts, NSFW, Shameless Smut, Teasing Summary: After escaping The House of Hope with excessive ease, you discover the Master of the House's forgiveness and patience only goes so far. You feel Raphael exploring Haarlep's new outfit, and he's not very appreciative of your interruption. This, combined with your audacity to break his trust, proves too much for his preferential treatment of you and he resolves to punish you at last. This adventurous evening may prove to open some more interesting avenues for you and the devil.

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Intro:

It had been a few days since your escape from Raphael’s House of Hope, and things still weren’t sitting right for you with how easy it had been to escape. Despite Hope’s constant warnings that the master was as close as a kiss, he never actually showed up to threaten you. After everything you’d been through, it honestly felt a little insulting, however lucky you were to have not had to face the devil in combat. Even the portal laid in wait, just as you’d left it, and within no time you were back in The Devil’s Fee, a little worse for wear but with the Orphic Hammer in tow. The main part of your quest you couldn’t stop thinking about, now that you were safe and comfortable sprawled out by the fire in the Elfsong Tavern, was your encounter with Haarlep. You’d never met an incubus before, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a good first impression. Your companions shared their distaste and concern at your willingness to donate your form to them, but the idea of them using you, exploring your body in such a way without you even being in their presence, was more than enough to intrigue you. Maybe you’d have to try and contact them sometime, find out what they’d learned.

[demonicdeadbeat]

𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯

I'm Oliver (he/they interchangable), I'm in my 30s, and I'm a roleplayer and writer who does (sometimes very) lazy literate style roleplay. I'm disabled, trans masculine nonbinary, neurodivergent and I like to think I'm a decent enough RP partner if we click. I have Discord, which is predominantly where I roleplay. I reply usually multiple times a day.

I don't care much about literacy levels or mistakes, as long as you have some grasp of English and we're having fun, why does it matter?

You must be 21+ to RP or interact with me. I have no interest in even SFW RP with minors. I don't care about your IRL gender or what have you though.

𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤

Most of these are m×m as I strongly prefer that. Enby×m is fine also. I do f×m incredibly rarely and only if I can play the guy. Trans and intersex characters are very much welcome. Some of my favourite OCs are trans masc themselves and I sometimes AU my favourite canon characters as trans masc too.

Generally I will play either half of these pairings. I also enjoy occasionally doubling up if there's a plot you really want to play also.

I enjoy writing smut and kink immensely, but do also enjoy plot too. A 50/50 split is good. I have a Kink Garden page I can give out on request to see if our kinks align.

I only use real person or solely descriptive FCs. No anime and no cartoons, sorry. I am not picky about your FC usually. I generally favour FCs over 25 at least, and tend to only play people over 30 myself.

I really like becoming friends outside of the RP, I love making playlists, mood boards, chatting, text message threads if appropriate, etc.

My characters are usually switches and vers, but I can assume a more top or Dom role, or a more bottom or submissive role, if it works with the RP.

I do not generally use Tupperbox or related bots but I could for the right RP partner!

Fandom Based:

Generally I am very open to AUs and love putting my favourite characters into them, so don't be afraid to ask if you have your heart set on an AU for any of the following.

Good Omens (Aziraphale × Crowley)

FFXIV (OC × OC only)

Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion × Gale, Astarion × Wyll, Astarion × Halsin, Gale x Wyll, Durge × Most Male Canon Characters, Tav × Most Male Canon Characters)

Fandomless:

All of these ideas are deliberately vague, so we can plot together!

Modern with Supernatural Creatures (Vampire × Werewolf, Werewolf × Werewolf, Undead/Immortal race × Human, Monster × Human generally)

Modern with Magic (Any pairing that fits the setting, including AUs)

Dungeons and Dragons-esque/High Medieval Fantasy (Knight × Prince, Prince × Commoner, Adventurer × Adventurer, Monster × Humanoid generally, Pirates, High Society, Forbidden Romance, any other pairing that fits the setting, including AUs)

Modern (Kinky Hedonist × Newbie to the Kink Scene and other kink lifestyle based plots, Sugar Baby x Sugar Daddy, Musician × Techie, Poet × Musician, Writer × Editor, Florist × Artist, Artist × Muse, Soulmates AU, Forbidden Romance pretty much anything)

Omegaverse (Can be added onto any other plot tbh, I usually play Alpha or Beta against an Omega, but could play an Omega too if wanted against your Alpha or Beta.)

Interested? Contact me through this blog and I'll send you my Discord username!

[whenyourlightdims]

I think the only people who follow me are the ones knowing me from my other blogs.

Except that this place is pretty much my void to shout my feelings, but I don't want to make anyones day sad, so I put it under the cut. Just keep scrolling.

I do think about leaving Tumblr. Like, not just a quick thought, I have been thinking that for a few weeks.

Tldr.: Blogs will probably be queue powered, and I only look occasionally in here to check if a mutual posted something cool or contacted me.

Before anything, it's nobodies fault, not the anons or open blogs that sidestabbed me out of the corner.

What drew me back here in the first place was the social aspect I had so many people to talk to! But within a month, many got burned out or had no time to anymore. Then those who still were there moved on to other fandoms. Of course, for something to be that long in everyones mind, Larian sure did a great job!

So yeah. I feel lonely. That's the gist of the whole post here.

The BG3 roleplay community is something I am not able to fit in. I really hoped, I really enjoyed it, I loved drawing little silly comics to what was written. That was what actually got me into drawing comics, and for that, I will be forever grateful. But yes, I really tried and kept successfully failing at it. So either it's my English (not native tongue, so my writing could be horrendous and I don't know it.) Or Ceres (and Tae) are just not someone that fits (everyone I approached) the general taste, which is... unlucky. I don't know. But it is me who is the problem, sadly I will never find out what it is.

In the end, it is nobody's fault. It's a me problem. I am not sure how to tackle it anymore.

Then there is the Galemancer community I adore. The tags and comments on my little switch-aroo Gale videos were genuinely wonderful. Addictive! I was laughing at them loudly and had to explain to my partner, which tags or comments it were this time that made me cackle. Outside of Tumblr, I barely found people who liked him, so it was a wind of fresh air! However, I am out of content for videos I could create, and there are better gif and screenshot makers out there for Gale content. I haven't seen anyone who has yet made the videos, but I am sure that will come too since his popularity is now rising!

But I did pretty much everything I could with the Content Larian gave us, and with me running out of it, the interactions there pretty much died down. I keep reblogging, of course! After all thats what my blog was created in the first place, for me to shout into a void how much I love the wizard, so Gale art, fics, and creations of all kinds are filled in my queue!

Now to the most depressing topic. Art. Well... Art is sadly a thing that never worked on me on any platform. For an artist to be fed the good chemicals, art needs to be seen, and to be seen, it needs to be reblogged or retweeted or whatever the term on each side is. I know my art is not good, nor will it be ever good enough to be considered worth sharing. For that, I am not creative enough.

I love my friends reaction to the art I draw, so I will keep drawing, but sharing it immediately on Tumblr? I don't really feel like it anymore. Especially since I gathered mostly Galemancer and Art that's not Gale or horny Gale related gets ignored. (It really hurts)

Again. Nobodys fault except mine. It was my little Dom!Gale who gave me most followers! They came for the smut I barely provided.

I did get a few Patreons, which is amazing. For someone with disability it made a huge impact, not money wise - of course the money is nice - but more about having people out there who say "your art is worth 3usd a month" does give you a really nice feeling. Like... I am allowed to exist: I am contributing to society. It's hard to explain, but maybe someone out there understands what I am talking about.

Anyway, on Bsky, I cultivated a very small following of people who genuinely follow me for my art and ideas, not for Gale exclusive things.

And yet, I am still here. I am writing this and feel really dumb why I am even writing it. It's clear Tumblr is not my space. Not that any social media ever was. But I guess Bsky is the thing that comes the closest for me.

So yeah. If I am suddenly stopping or the blogs die down. At least 5 followers here can check this blog if they remember, and find this post.

[sybaritick]

kinktober 2023: request fics from me!

I've seen a few prompt lists that looked pretty good, but I'm deciding to just make my own prompt list because this way if you make a request, you already know it's something I'm interested in potentially writing about

anyway, send me an ask, anon if you prefer, and request what you'd like to see and I'll do some of em! not every day in October but when I have the time. the fics will probably be a little over 1000 words, that's what I did last time I did kinktober :)

ships I know well enough to take requests for:

Baldur's Gate 3: happy to ship Tav with any of the companions, or do really any combination of the companions here, though ofc you know my soft spot for Astarion and Gale

Detroit: Become Human: i have written like 15 kamcon fics what's one more. i can also potentially do gavin/rk900 tho if ur into that]

Ex Machina [2015 movie]: go nuts i love this movie so i would be happy to write fucked up stuff about it

Fantastic Beasts: graves/credence

Good Omens: aziraphale/crowley :)

Hetalia: I'm open-minded about ships here. mostly into Ivan, Al, and Yao (in any potential combination) but you know, just nothing too fluffy lmao

Scum Villain/SVSSS: never written for it before but i do love them so why not!

Tales from the Borderlands: rhack lol

The Arcana: I should have put this under "A" for arcana and not "T" for the. what is this amateur hour? anyway my favorites are Julian and Lucio especially together

None Of These: if you have an idea that is non-fandom and i could just make up some characters for it, you can suggest that too!

my prompts:

leather/latex

medical kink/doctor and patient

breeding/pregnancy

virginity/first time

edging

vore

double penetration

hypnosis/mind control

phone sex

tentacles/xenophilia

bratty sub

threesome (or more!)

furry

bondage/shibari/restraints/handcuffs

crossdressing/forced feminization

office sex/boss and secretary

humiliation/degradation

predator and prey

body swap

omegaverse

oviposition

feeding/weight gain

stuck/trapped

interrogation

professor and student

sadism/masochism

they're both doms and have to fight over it (is there a more succinct description of this)

honeypot/seduction

jealousy

roleplay

robots/AI

ok i really almost ran out of ideas there but done! now get asking

[writteninsunshine]

It’s In The Water, Baby - Tseng/Reno - NSFW

Title: It’s In The Water, Baby Author: Donnie Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Remake Setting: Tseng’s Office, Reno and Rude’s office Pairing: Tseng/Reno Characters: Tseng, Reno, Rude Genre: Romance Rating: E Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 4315 Type of Work: One-Shot Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Dom!Tseng, Sub!Reno, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Massages, Finger Sucking, Oral Fixation, Reno Is Super Talkative, Tseng Has His Own Office, Safeword Discussion, Reno’s Uncut Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Reno knew from the second he heard that tone that he was in for a good time. AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: discord.gg/FyaWw25 This is based on an image that my friend Butteredbandits drew, and it got away from me so badly. I didn’t expect it to just explode like this but I guess I had to put all my thirst for Tseng somewhere. I just really needed to get this out of my system, I think. Who knows what will happen next. xD I’m probably going to try something else, I have no idea what will take my attention. I’m half thinking about rewriting an old Tseng/Rufus fic I was working on in high school. We’ll see, though. I hope you guys enjoy this!

Art is by my friend Butteredbandits!

Final Fantasy VII Fic Masterlist It’s In The Water Baby ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Reno.” Tseng’s voice was cut from dark stone as it fizzled in over the speaker on his desk. Looking up, the redhead pursed his lips, waiting for the orders that didn’t come. Rude nudged him with his foot, raising his eyebrows and jerking his head down.

“Answer him.” Rude mouthed, and Reno, in all of his slow glory, dumbly stared at the speaker for a second longer before opening his mouth to speak. “Hit the button.” Rude reminded gently, sighing softly and shaking his head. Something told Reno that this wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this, but he couldn’t remember ever having this much confusion when Tseng used the intercom system to speak to him. “Uh… Sir?” Reno finally drawled, sounding just as confused as he felt, finger on the button to respond. Just the tone to the man’s voice had been enough to start his heart up like a kick drum and he wasn’t quite thinking clearly. Tseng always had that one tone he used whenever his punishments weren’t going to be counted as on Company Time. “I need you to come to my office. You should already be on your way.” “Yes, Sir.” Reno nodded, taking his finger off the intercom button slowly, sitting pensive and still until the speaker crackled and went silent. “What did you do this time?” Rude asked, chuckling despite his exasperation, “Sounds like he wants your head.” Or like he wants head. Reno thought distractedly, flashing his usual smile. “Nah, man, I don’t know. I guess it could be anything. He’s kind of cool about the office supply thing, so it’s probably something I actually did.” Reno’s smile didn’t meet his eyes and Rude frowned, leaning back in his office chair and crossing his arms. “Do you need a bodyguard?” Tseng was ruthless, after all, and if Reno had really messed up that badly a witness that would make a scene might be fortuitous to him. Reno simply softened his eyes, held up a hand and shook his head. “I’m a big boy, Rude, I can take my punishment.” The question was if he’d be able to walk afterward or not. Sometimes Tseng got more than a little excited and even Reno couldn’t reel him in. Not that he wanted to, most of the time. Whatever Tseng could dish out, he could usually take, and the man cared enough not to push Reno’s admittedly lackluster amount of boundaries. “If you’re sure.” Rude sounded more concerned than anything, letting his partner hop up from his chair and leave without further pressing. If Reno needed help, he knew he could call on him. In the hallway, Reno closed the door to his and Rude’s office with a quiet click and leaned on it for a minute, closing his eyes and thinking. If he was in actual trouble, Tseng wouldn’t have used that voice. That was just something that they had agreed on when this all started. His heart lunged against his chest like an animal desperate to escape, and Reno couldn’t quite be bothered to calm it. Whatever was about to come to him was probably the fault of someone else taking Tseng’s precious patience and cutting it shorter. Whoever it was, Reno would probably have to thank them later. Sauntering up to the sliding glass doors, Reno swiped his keycard only to grin around his ‘knock knock’ as he entered the room. Tseng’s hand flew over the documents he was working on, and those amber eyes didn’t even lift to acknowledge him, Whatever he was doing, he made Reno know without a shadow of a doubt that it was more important than him. The redhead strolled into the office, gulping slightly as he took to standing stock still with his hands clasped behind his back. It took a solid ten minutes, and four thoroughly signed reports, before Tseng finally sighed, gently placing his pen in the stand beside him. Tilting his head, he looked up his nose at the other, assessing Reno’s posture, attitude, and the adjustment it would need. The flitting of those ember eyes about his person felt like a physical press, and Reno didn’t realize just how long he’d been holding his breath until he let it out through his nose. “You took your sweet time getting to my office, didn’t you?” Tseng finally asked, gathering his reports and placing them in his outbox. Both elbows rested on his desk, and he tented his hands, resting his lips against them for a moment. He considered the obedient way Reno had simply been standing, legs slightly spread, hands clasped behind his back, and shoulders squared. The Turk almost looked professional, if it weren’t for the state of undress he was always in. Chuckling shortly through his nose, Tseng shook his head, hiding his slight smile behind his hands. “I, uh--” Reno gulped, “Just had to make sure Rude didn’t think I was gonna die.” How much longer was this going to be necessary? Reno had the attention span and energy of a child sometimes, and standing still for so long was making his fingers itch for something, anything, to do. “Mm, I see.” Tseng nodded slowly, eyes falling back to the desk as he shuffled some more papers, setting them in the inbox on the right side of his desk. “Approach, hands on the desk, legs apart.” The order was issued in that same demanding tone that told Reno that a single thing done out of order would get him reprimanded at best and corporal punishment at worst. “Keep your clothes on, for now.” “Yes, Sir.” Restraining his gait to something acceptable, Reno took a few shaky steps forward, placing his hands on the desk when he stopped. Spreading his legs just far enough to give Tseng enough space to work, he bowed his back and kept his ass up in the air. The appraisal was something he knew that other man liked, and it felt good to put himself on display like this. In what had seemed like the blink of an eye, Tseng had gone from sitting behind his desk to wrapping both hands around Reno’s waist. A shaky breath rattled out of Reno’s lips as they parted for him. He kept his eyes on the now vacant chair before him with more difficulty than he’d like to admit to. Those gloved hands dug into the suit jacket just above his ribs, and Reno fought to keep his breathing even. “Do you know what I need from you?” Tseng asked, molding to Reno’s back as he whispered in his ear. A gentle kiss was pressed to the skin just behind it, and Tseng let his mouth hover just above the other’s neck, a tease, promise and threat all at once. “Some R&R, right?” Reno’s salacious grin could be heard in his words, the thickness in his voice betraying his obvious arousal. Perhaps Tseng hadn’t been quite prepared for him to give an actual answer before he nipped the silver ring in Reno’s earlobe and tugged it just to the point of almost being too much. It wouldn’t be the first time that Reno had answered a rhetorical question and gotten punished for it. Suddenly, a pair of gloved fingers pressed against his lips, pulling the lower one down to rub at his teeth. “Open,” Tseng demanded in a hiss, finally slotting his hips against Reno’s rump roughly enough to make Reno’s knees buckle. Somehow, he managed to stay on his feet as he opened up his mouth to oblige, “Suck.” Doing so dutifully, Reno slurped around the soft, warm leather, swiping his tongue between Tseng’s fingers. Panting hard through his nose already, Reno whimpered softly as a drip of saliva trailed down his chin, closing his lips tight around the base of Tseng’s fingers. Reno’s eyelids fluttered, a sharp whine leaving him the second that Tseng’s other hand slipped up under his arm and cupped his chest. Knocking his barely compliant shirt out of the way in order to roll the other’s left nipple, Tseng paused only when Reno’s hips jerked and he gasped in pain. With a sloppy, wet trail, Tseng carefully pulled his fingers back, dropping his dry hand and letting the wet glove gently rub the offended, pebbled nub. As much as this was a power play, his partners’ pleasure did more for his mood and arousal than their pain. Reno deserved the consideration that maybe he’d gone a bit too far. “Do you remember your safe word?” Tseng whispered into the nape of Reno’s neck, rubbing his nose into the soft hair there. The razor’s edge to his tone had dulled considerably, a soft breeze compared to a wailing gale. “Yeah--” Reno gasped, still catching his breath, “I don’t need it, though, we’re good.” “Reno--” “Promise!” Giving a pathetically breathy chuckle and needy smile over his shoulder, he nodded emphatically, “I’m good. Still felt really good.” If Tseng didn’t know better, he’d say that Reno was still drooling, and it had his amber eyes rolling. “If you are certain.” Tseng kissed that spot behind his ear again before popping Reno on the ass with the back of his hand. “I want your pants around your thighs.” “Y-Yes, Sir.” At the very least, the slow, deliberate grind Tseng left him with before backing up was a good indicator that he hadn’t completely flagged during that little sidestep. Deciding it would just be easier to flop down onto Tseng’s desk, Reno let his arms buckle and drop him, and Tseng frowned when his coffee attempted to slosh out of his mug. “Reno.” Tseng admonished, watching as the redhead reached back to pull his pants down, wiggling his ass playfully. The bare skin of Tseng’s left hand made contact with his right asscheek, making Reno keen and stand up on his tip-toes to present himself better. “Stop being a brat.” “I thought you liked brats--” Another slap to his rump had Reno giving a low moan, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. “I do, they happen to be a bit of a weak spot for me.” The familiar weight of Tseng’s chest pressing into his back had Reno giving a soft, fluttering moan, “Which is probably why I couldn’t stop seeing you if I wanted to.” “I’m sure you could--” Reno’s words were interrupted by those gloved fingers once more, and he gagged a little as his ass was slapped once more. “Shhh, your mouth has much more important things to do than run,” Tseng whispered, nipping at Reno’s earring and pulling a small, well-loved bottle of lube from his coat pocket. Setting it aside, he eased his free hand to Reno’s hip, helping to hold him in place as he ground forward, another simple tease for what was to come. With the hand not currently stuffing Reno’s mouth with three gloved fingers, Tseng held Reno’s hips at just the right angle to rub his suddenly nude prick between the other’s cheeks a few times. The slide was drier than he’d hoped, but there was no way that he would let that continue. He may have enjoyed having Reno at his beck and call, but that didn’t mean he was going to do something to hurt the smaller man on purpose. As much pain as Reno could take, this wasn’t meant to be grueling. The bottle of lube found its way back into his hand and he popped the cap audibly, leaning back over Reno to kiss and mouth at his neck. Taking his hand back from the other’s mouth, he squirted a copious amount of lube onto his bare fingers and slid them between those pert cheeks. Reno gasped, watching the bottle be set back down by his head, that glove returning to pry at his parted lips. It kept Reno’s mouth busy while he worked because there were just times when Tseng liked to keep his wits about him. Reno’s constant chatter when he was getting filled could grow tedious and distracting. Rolling his hips against Reno’s ass cheek, Tseng pressed two slick fingers to Reno’s hole and delighted in the quiver that earned him. Swirling his fingers, the elder man worked him open easily enough, taking his time despite the whining urges from Reno’s lips. A line of saliva hit his desk, and Tseng figured he’d clean it up later, loving the way Reno praised and protested his every move with each choked moan. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he was ready to speed this up, and it was Tseng’s job to make sure that he was living in the moment. Reno had always had a hard time with that. Forced to accept every crook of those wonderful, slim fingers, Reno’s eyes rolled as he gagged himself on Tseng’s gloved hand, pushing his hips up as though that would help show off his desperate need. “Patience, Reno.” Tseng nearly purred in his ear, kissing along the shell of it before mouthing at the thick ring in the lobe, “You’ll get what you deserve shortly, I promise.” Reno’s only response was a keening whine as Tseng abused his prostate for a few seconds, pushing and prodding it before a third finger surprised him. A howl of a moan left Reno and he pushed his hips up more, standing on his tippy toes again as he swallowed around the tips of Tseng’s fingers. After a few more minutes of teasing Reno breathless and brainless, Tseng finally removed his fingers and slicked up his cock. Reno struggled with pinpointing exactly when Tseng had pulled himself from his slacks, but he was thankful when he felt the blunt head of the other’s dick pressed against his hole. He gave a crooning moan to let the other know he was ready, turning to look over his shoulder with a pleading look in his blue eyes. With a slow push, Tseng buried himself to the hilt, pleased by Reno’s sob of pleasure. He could already tell the redhead wouldn’t last long like this, already tense to keep from bucking back against him. Reno never could keep a handle on himself, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted. Even Tseng knew that keeping him on a knife’s edge of an orgasm wouldn’t be easy this way, the younger man was a ticking time bomb at the best of times. Slowly pulling back to the head, Tseng took his time on the reentry, loving the way that Reno’s mouth bobbed double time on his fingers to try and bait him into going faster. Always ready to use his mouth, be it to talk or for other things, Reno entertained him greatly when it came to how he did his best to plead around his fingers. “You’re fine, you’re alright,” Tseng whispered, taking hold of Reno’s hip and rolling his own languidly. “Do you need me, Fox?” “Yeth!” Reno managed through his mouthful, giving a diminutive buck of his hips that left Tseng grunting softly. “So needy, aren’t we? You’d think you’ve been waiting for a year for this.” Tseng tutted, shaking his head as his hips snapped suddenly and Reno shrieked in pleasure, tongue lolling from his lips. The pace picked up, rough and harsh as Tseng gave in to Reno’s panted demands. It felt too good to have those tight walls clamping around him, pulsing in need. Desperation had taken hold of Reno already, and Tseng knew that edging him much longer would leave him useless. “Yessss, please, please--” Reno’s urgent tone as Tseng removed his fingers from his lips told the elder turk he was close. He always liked to ramble when he was teetering on that edge, and Tseng didn’t exactly hate it, “Oooh, fuck, need you so bad. Wanna come, want you to come in me, please, Sir, please-- Oooh, fuck, thank you, thank you!” Tseng grunted behind him, picking up the pace and also Reno’s hips to get a better angle. The man was lithe and thin enough that he nearly weighed nothing in Tseng’s grip. Reno happily crooned as every thrust slammed directly into his prostate, leaving his eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Oooh, fuck yessss, gonna come, can’t-- C-Can’t hold on, Sir, ca-can I come? Please, please let me come--” Reno’s voice cracked and he nearly howled, dropping his head to the desk and letting himself be jerked against it. It wouldn’t be long, now, and if the other didn’t let him come he’d probably end up with a spanking, too. Tseng reached beneath them with one hand, balancing Reno on the desk with his other one, and rolled his hips languidly, slowing down his pace. Stroking the redhead in time to his thrusts, he gave a soft, breathless chuckle, eyelids heavy as he watched him. “Go ahead and come, Brat.” Back to whispering in Reno’s ear, his thrusts suddenly turned punishing again and that was all Reno could take. His hips jerked and he gave a stunted shout, tailing off in a delirious moan as he shot his load against Tseng’s desk. The clamping of those tight walls around him had Tseng undone in four more thrusts, giving an animalistic groan as his head fell back. The room fell into silence save for the ragged panting of both men, and Tseng let Reno sink back against his desk, laying overtop him for a few seconds as he collected himself. He nuzzled into the nape of his neck, nudging aside his sweat-damp hair to kiss along the freckles there absently. It always felt so good to finally fill up the mouthy redhead and he couldn’t help but pet his sides and ass with both hands, feather-light. Finally, Tseng gathered Reno up in his arms and held him under his thighs and against his chest. Taking him to the couch to the left, he laid him out on his stomach. He pulled out slowly and had to take pause to watch the cum leaking from him. Gently rubbing his rump, he leaned down to spread kisses along the other’s spine, nuzzling into him. “You’re beautiful,” Tseng muttered, kissing him softly on the neck and turning his head to take his plump lips in a tender kiss. Reno, blissed out and sated, returned the kiss lazily, nuzzling their noses together. “How does your back feel?” “I just feel good.” Reno purred, eyelids fluttering, “Should I take my clothes off the rest of the way?” “Yes, I want to give you a massage. You did so well. Strip, and I’ll be right back.” Tseng told him, leaving him with a gentle, lingering pat along his jawline. Adjusting himself back into his pants, Tseng left him to strip, striding to the back of his office and opening a small cupboard. Taking a few bottles of water and a basin he kept for just such an occasion and a soft cloth out, he paused to see what else he might need. Bringing the first of his items over as Reno stepped out of his pants and laid back down, Tseng went back to the spot he kept these things, carrying back an empty basin, as well. “Mmm, gonna clean me up?” Reno asked, looking up at him through his eyelashes. “My desk, and then you. I don’t need that to dry and give us away.” Tseng chuckled softly, strolling over to his desk with another rag and wiping at Reno’s mess. He couldn’t help himself, swiping his finger through it and having a little taste, leaving Reno moaning softly as he watched. With the desk cleaned up, he stalked back to Reno like a wildcat, all rolling shoulders and feline grace, adjusting him to sit at the edge of the couch. “Mmmm, fuck… I’m gonna get all hot again.” Reno muttered, spreading his legs over the empty basin. “You always do,” Tseng replied tenderly, looking up at him with those suddenly gentle red eyes. Removing his right glove slowly, he observed the way Reno ate up every slow pull at his fingertips, licking his lips. Once those slim, bare hands reached for his thighs, the redhead gave a soft, whimpering moan and let Tseng spread his legs further. Gently fingering Reno, he began to pull his cum out in delicate, slow movements. His fingers dug deep and Reno gasped, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open as he pushed his hips closer to the other’s hand. Thighs shaking a little bit, he let his head fall back and hang on his neck, his whole body going limp. Hips jerking a little as Tseng’s fingers glanced off his prostate, Reno’s cock twitched and he whined, wriggling for the other while he continued to clean him out. “You really like getting me going, don’tcha?” Reno asked softly, eyelids sliding closed as he soaked in the feeling. After a moment, he felt a cool, wet rag against his thighs, rubbing over his well-abused cavity a few times to help clean him up that much more. Reno shuddered, pushing his hips up more, and Tseng chuckled. “You truly are very easy to get going, aren’t you? It isn’t my fault that you are so tactile.” Tseng purred, finally drawing the soft, wet cloth over Reno’s balls, gently rolling them in his hands. “Or that you’re a sex addict.” “I’m n-not a sex addict, it’s okay to l-like sex.” Reno gasped, rolling his hips up into the other’s hand. After a moment of massaging his balls, Tseng finally moved up to stroke Reno’s prick, eliciting a gasp and sob of pleasure. Stroking him tenderly, slowly, Tseng watched Reno’s fluttering eyelids intently, sucking his lips into his mouth for a moment. Before Reno knew what was happening, Tseng had taken the head into his mouth, and he let out a garbled moan. Both hands flew to the elder man’s hair and tugged a little, getting a return moan as Tseng kept the movements of his hand and the rag steady as he sucked lightly at the crown. Maybe he didn’t have the same tricks for fellatio that Reno did, but he could get the other man off just as well. Tongue laving over the head, he pushed it up underneath the foreskin, leaving Reno panting out constant moans and praise. “Holy shit-- Oooh, yes, fuck, j-just like-- Fuck, just like that~” Reno keened, eyes rolling back again as he pushed his hips forward. Tseng kept his rhythm, and never went down more than halfway, leaving the silky cloth to do the work at the base. Having already had one rather explosive orgasm, Reno wasn’t going to last very long like this, but that was the point. Already pliant and happy, the redhead crooned and moaned for him, crying out here and there at a particularly good twist of Tseng’s wrist. His eyelashes dusted his cheeks and his head hung back again, mouth open and tongue hanging out as though that might help him greedily suck up more air. What was he going to do but give Tseng what he wanted? “Sh-shit, Sir, please, g-gonna-- Gotta come, please, please can I--?” He rambled, his words half unintelligible as he jerked against his spot. Tseng’s free hand reached up to hold his hips in place, and all he gave was a hum of approval. That was all it took for Reno to give a stuttered cry of pleasure as he finally felt his balls draw up tight and his body went stiff. Vision going black, he came hard, giving Tseng a mouthful. Panting hard and slumping back against the couch, he shuddered and quaked, wanting to wiggle away from the other’s insistent sucking. Once he was milked for all he was work, Tseng pulled back, wiping him off with the cloth and depositing it in the basin of water. “Feel a little better, Fox?” Tseng asked, watching the rise and fall of Reno’s chest with an appreciative stare. Reno just gave a lazy thumbs up, too blissed out to even get out any words. “Lay on your stomach, I still want to rub your back. You deserve that much.” It took Reno a solid three minutes to shift and scoot until he was on his back, laying out for the other and closing his eyes. Tseng rose to his feet, moving to straddle the other’s thighs, settling on them. Reno could feel his erection in his pants, but at this point he didn’t quite think he could do anything about it. Work had been rough that day and this was just what he needed to fall asleep. From seemingly nowhere, Tseng produced an unscented lotion, squirting it into his hands and warming it before his hands started on the other’s shoulders. Reno gave an appreciative, tired moan and turned his head to the side, pulling his hair over his shoulder with a few lazy tugs. Tseng continued to move down his back, relaxing every tense muscle until Reno was jelly on the couch, half asleep and happy. Once he was sure the younger Turk was going to rest, he smiled softly, leaning down to kiss at the large birthmark above his left shoulder blade. Reno snored quietly, and Tseng just chuckled, rising from the couch and giving himself a squeeze through his pants; Both a promise for later and a method of control. A blanket was fetched from behind the couch and he covered the sleeping Turk, gathering his things for washing later. Now, at least, he could get some work done, with most of the tension melted from his shoulders. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: And there we have it, the fic is done! This one wasn’t supposed to be so long but I couldn’t help myself, it’s now the longest FFVIIR fic I have written! I really enjoyed this one, though, even if it got away from me. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[alylicious]

Dear Yuletide Writer...

Dear Yuletide Writer

The fandoms (and characters) of my heart I've requested (in alphabetical order :D) Blade (Movie Series) - Abigail Whistler, Hannibal King Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights (2004) - Javier Suarez, Katey Miller Emerald City (TV 2016) - Dorothy Gale, Lucas/Roan From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series - Kate Fuller, Seth Gecko Open Range (2003) - Bluebonnet "Boss" Spearman, Button</i> Sólo quiero caminar | Just Walking (2008) - Aurora Rodriguez, Gabriel

First of all, thank you for writing for me!

Generally, I'm drawn to small fandoms anyway, and in some cases, Yuletide is my only chance to read fic that I haven't written myself, so there is at least one perennial fandom of mine on this list.

I know some people like to have bullet points and lists and prompts, but all prompts are, of course, optional. I just want you to have as much fun writing your story as I'm going to have reading it.

Loves:

Female characters. Strong, capable, competent, caring, flawed. I have a massive competency kink which is pretty much doubled when it involves women, and I adore the trope of capable women and the still capable but slightly broken men who pretty much worship the ground they walk on.

Stories that explore the relationships between characters, whether those are romantic or not. I am never going to tire of stories about loyalty and trust, partners who have each other's backs, found families that are small and broken but still good. People who love each but can still call each other on their shit, and male characters who actually <b>trust</b> the woman in their lives to know their own minds and their own limitations.

Stoic characters who hide so much beneath the surface (especially if they're female).  Smart characters who might occasionally do stupid things for the right reasons. Broken characters who just keep on going out of sheer stubbornness because they just can't quit. I don't mind if it's casefic or shipfic, plot or porn or a combination of all of them, but I'm largely in fandom for the characters and what they mean to each other so I would love anything that explores that in any of the fandoms I've requested.

I especially love relationships that are all about the unspoken bonds, where a quiet touch or a simple exchange means so much, so even shipfic doesn't need to be all romantic declarations of love.  

I like happy endings, but I don't mind if they're bitter sweet.  I enjoy hurt-comfort and injury is fine as long as it's not permanent and doesn't result in death. And if you want to go the porn route (and you're under no obligation to do so, but, you know, porn :D), I like stories that focus on female pleasure and I have a particular fondness for threesomes, cunning linguists :D and pegging, plus fem!dom (with male subs) as long as it doesn't involve humiliation or significant pain.

Dislikes:

I don't have many hard do not wants, but the things below are pretty much guaranteed to stop me from being able to read your story:

I have a massive second hand embarrassment squick, so please, no humiliating characters or having them embarrass themselves.

non-con, whether that's actual, implied or somehow averted, unless it's happened in canon (and even then, I'd prefer it wasn't the focus of the story) 

death fic, although I'm okay with a story dealing with the aftermath if it happened in canon.

For most fandoms, I'd prefer fic set in the canon universe rather than outright AUs, although I don't mind 'what ifs' if you want to explore what would happen if canon went in a slightly different direction. And please no fic with men dominating women in the bedroom, although I would be happy if it was the other way around :D

Blade (Movie Series)

Characters I've requested: Abigail Whistler, Hannibal King

Background info: There are three movies making up this series, all of them about a half-blood vampire hunter, Eric Blade, who generally goes around being sullen and staking vampires, while also suffering some existential angst and looking cool in black leather and sunglasses.

Me, I like the sidekicks.

What it is that I love: Abby is my girl.  She's stoic and kick ass, competent but with hints of vulnerability. I love Abby together with King, the way that they have each other's backs without a second thought and that she can silence him with just a single look. I love the way that their body language mirrors each other, the way they trade glances while Blade kicks ass, the way they move in sync while fighting. I ship Abby/King like whoah, but I know not everyone does, so I'm okay with stories that show them as friends and partners.

I love the whole 'found family' deal with the Nightstalkers, particularly with Zoe, so if you want to include any other of the Nightstalkers in the fic (or even Karen Jenson, who I also nominated), please feel free. Abigail and King are my favourite characters, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't love something more team-related as well. The only thing I would ask is no Drake/King, please. Definitely not my cuppa.

Prompts/Optional Details: All prompts are, again, optional.  Feel free to pick and mix, choose little pieces of prompts or ignore them completely and write something different. Have fun! :)

As far as I'm concerned, there can never be enough stories exploring the wider world of the Blade movies, particularly the Nightstalker network. How does Whistler senior go about setting it up, and how does Abby get involved?  How does Abigail and King's cell fit in with the wider Nightstalkers' network? Are they the main cell? R&D? The misfits?

In one of the codas at the end of the movie, seen in the extended version, the vampires have been wiped out by DayStar and Abby and King are now hunting werewolves with Caulder, with the suggestion that the werewolves they're hunting have somehow been vampirised.  Tell me about that, whether it's how they move into werewolf hunting, or about one hunt in particular.

What happens when a hunt goes wrong? What if Abby's hurt? Or King?

Do they ever have to go undercover to find their mark? Troll night clubs looking for vampire lairs? Haunt metro networks or street corners?

Do they ever take the night off? What does downtime look like to a vampire hunter?

Other things you might want to know: This is one of the fandoms where there is in canon character death and non-con (I'm convinced that Danica/King wasn't consensual), so I don't mind if the story touches on that.

Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

Characters I've requested: Javier Suarez, Katey Miller

Background info: Completely cheesy dance movie that's all about romance amid revolution. It's terrible, but I love it so!

What it is that I love:  The dancing. The music.  A very young Diego Luna and Romola Garai.  The romance. The dancing.

I love the relationship that Javier has with his family, how he's so young and yet has so much responsibility placed on his shoulders. And I love Katey's whole fish out of water thing with the other rich kids of her supposed set, how she's both so old and young at the same time. And love the way they move together.

Prompts/Optional Details: As always, optional details are optional, so feel free to mix, match or ignore.

I'd love a story about Javier and Katey meeting again, maybe a few years down the line. Do things get worse for the Suarez family in Cuba. Do they end up making it to America anyway? How do Javier's and Katey's paths cross?  Do they fall in love again, or have they never fallen out of it?

How was their first time? There was a lot of fade-to-black.

What about all of the rehearsals they did? Did they have any more almost kisses apart from the garage?

Tell me about their first kiss? Was that one on the dancefloor actually their first? If not, how many have they stolen before then?

Why are Katey's family okay with her staying out all night that night of the revolution?

Emerald City

Characters I've requested: Dorothy Gale, Lucas/Roan

Background info: Dorothy's all grown up and a nurse when she's whisked to Oz with police dog, Toto.  There she rescues a tarred and feathered man, hung from a pole, and engineers the death of the witch, East.  Then it really gets weird.

What it is that I love: I love the feel of this show, the opulence of it, the richness of the characters, the way it takes the books and just twists them a little. I love most of the characters, but I love the relationship between Dorothy and Lucas most of all, the trust and the betrayal, the love and the way it comes to border on hate.

Prompts/Optional Details: As always, all prompts are optional.

It looks like we won't be getting any more Emerald City (sad face) so I'm all about fic that picks up where the series left off.

What happens when Lucas comes for Dorothy? Does she go back to Oz with him? Does she not?  Do they face the Beast Forever and defeat it, save her mother?

What about Lucas's relationship with Glinda? Is he still torn between being Roan and being Lucas?  Why did Jane send him, or did she? Is it a trap?

Or, how did Lucas make the decisions he did that led to him trying to kill Dorothy? Was it simply the power that Glinda exerts, or something deeper that that? Something of Roan?

What about Dorothy? Was it grief or rage or something else that had her literally putting Lucas back where she found him?

How do they move past it? Do they? Or does it get buried under the weight of things they have to go, a silent tension between them while they do what needs to be done?

What about Toto? Does he make go back to Oz, too?

Other things you might want to know: I have read all of the Oz books, but that was many, many moons ago when I was wee.

From Dusk Till Dawn: TV Series

Characters I've requested: Kate Fuller, Seth Gecko

Background info: When professional bank robber Seth Gecko and his brother, Richie, take a job that goes wrong, they end up taking hostages just north of the Mexican border. They escape to a seedy bar called 'Titty Twisters' where they realise that Richie's deteriorating mental health is the least of their problems.

What it is that I love: Culebras and criminals and fucked up relationships, oh my!

I love Seth and Kate together, in all of their messed up, resentful glory. He ruined her life, and she's returned the favour. I love the fact that they're so different and yet so similar, always putting family first and dragged into the world of Culebras because of their love for their brothers, even while part of them resents that same affection.

I'd be happy with anything that explores Seth and Kate's relationship, whether that's shippy or not. It doesn't have to be hearts and flowers - it wouldn't be realistic if it was - but something raw and real, part attraction, part inevitability with all of the messed up baggage that goes with it.

Prompts/Optional Details: Optional details are optional :D

How Kate recovers from Amaru - if she does - and how Seth helps or hinders that.

There's a reference in Season 3 to Seth still having his own venom - tell me about that, how he beats his addiction, if he ever does. Does he replace it with something else, like alcohol or Kate perhaps?

Tell me how Kate adapts to the world of Culebras now that she knows Scott is never leaving it, and her attempts to help him ended so disastrously.  Does she still try to have a normal life before she succumbs to the allure of the Gecko brothers?

What happens after the end of the Season 3 finale? One second it looks like Seth and Richie are leaving Kate behind, and then she's with them, robbing banks. How did that come about?

Tell me about Kate's first time.

Other things you might want to know: It's okay to include any of the other nominated characters, as long as Seth and Kate are the focus of the fic.

Open Range

Characters I've requested: Bluebonnet "Boss" Spearman, Button, Charley Waite

Background info: Boss Spearman and his small crew are free grazers, tending their cattle on the open range. However, times are changing and to some ranchers, free grazers are parasites. They believe that they own the land and they're willing to use violence to enforce that.

What it is that I love: I love this movie - the down to earth pragmatism of Boss and Charlie, and the relationship between the two, but most of all the quasi-paternal relationship that Boss has with Button, the 16-year old they rescued from the gutter. It's another of my 'found family' fandoms.

Prompts/Optional Details: Optional details are optional :D

I'd love a story that explores the relationship between Boss and Button in particular, so anything about that - how they found Button, why and how they decided to keep him with them when - especially in the beginning - he was small and scrawny - would be my jam.

I love how Button tries so hard to live up to their expectations of him, how he's itching to do more, but how he's still a child in many ways - trusting and impatient both at once. I love Charley's big brother like exasperation, and Boss's barely hidden affection, as rough and ready as the man himself. And how eager Button is for that praise, the need for validation.

Just anything about this little family - before the movie or after it - would be great.

Other things you might want to know: The only reason I haven't also selected Sue is because I don't want to limit you to a post-movie fic. But if you want to include her, I'd be really happy with that. And if you do want to set it pre-movie, feel free to include Mose.

No slash or underage sex for this fandom, please. Thank you.

Sólo quiero caminar | Just Walking

Characters I've requested: Aurora Rodriguez, Gabriel

Background info: Four women form a criminal gang, with strong ties between them and a ride-or-die attitude. When one of them marries an abusive Mexican crime lord, and suffers as a result, the rest of her gang are out for revenge. This is a full-blooded crime caper set in Spain and Mexico, lusciously full of barely suppressed passion.

What it is that I love: Oh my God. What's not to love.  Leaving aside the fact that the leads are all women, I just love Aurora and the chemistry she has with Gabriel. They are two very damaged individuals on opposite sides of this war, and yet somehow they manage to forge a connection.

I love that Aurora is allowed to use men for just sex, that she's allowed to not want hearts and flowers, just a release of tension.  And I love that Gabriel, who is so closed off, becomes fascinated by her - who wouldn't be - to the extent that he chooses her over everything else. And I love his twisted sense of honour, even as he works as an enforcer to a man who is anything but honourable.

Prompts/Optional Details: Optional details are optional :D

Can I just say one thing - why the hell does no one in this movie ever think to call a bloody ambulance? I mean, I get the aesthetic, but frankly if you've got time for a dramatically slow death scene, full of conversations with loved ones, then you've got time to call an ambulance.

So let's call one, yeah?  

So what I want is fix-it fic. No one dies. They escape. They carry out more crimes. They're avenging angels for the abused women and children of the world. Gloria sees her kid grow up and Paloma isn't forced into that weird thing of raising a teenager who's got a crush on each other.  Gabriel and Aurora actually learn about each other. Maybe they're all on the run from the mob. Maybe they aren't. Where do they go from here?

That's really what I want, but feel free to elaborate however you like on that bare-bones request :D

Other things you might want to know: I'm perfectly happy if you want to include the whole gang. I'm just thoroughly intrigued by Aurora and Gabriel (and those smoking hot scenes) between them, so I'd like any story to focus on them, please.

[meyerlansky]

start taking your chances (9570 words) by littlelansky chapters: 1/1 fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024) rating: Explicit warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply relationships: Curtis Biddick/Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Curtis Biddick/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Curtis Biddick/Gale "Buck" Cleven, Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan characters: Curtis Biddick, John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Gale "Buck" Cleven additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, POV Curtis Biddick, Getting Together, First Time, Threesome - M/M/M, it's happening. everyone stay calm., Making Out, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub, Loss of Virginity, Comeplay, Orgasm Edging, Praise Kink, those are the big ones. if i tagged every hint of kink we'd be here all day., Smut, SHAMELESS Smut series: Part 3 of three bluebirds summary:

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Bucky says from behind the wheel, and shoots a grin over his shoulder. Late afternoon sun shining through the windshield lights both of them up, highlights the curve of Buck’s cheek where he’s smiling too.

It’s not all impulse, but it’s enough to make up his mind then and there. Curt’s alive. The Buckies are alive. There’s no point in wasting it bein’ careful, being scared.

“Hold onto somethin’,” Bucky tacks on, and floors it.