Thinking about Impulse waking up in the middle of the night at the lake house. Maybe like 2, almost 3am. Long after everyone should have gone to bed. He wanders down to the kitchen for a drink of water and pauses at the kitchen island, listening to the sounds of so many of his friends in the same house. Soft snoring from all directions. Maybe he can even recognize Skizz's specific brand of dad-snore above it all.
But. Underneath the sounds of sleeping, there's another sound. The low and familiar burble of water from the hot tub, out on the patio. Just far enough away from the house to not be disruptive to the many sleepers, but just close enough that Impulse picks up on it from where he's stood the kitchen.
So he decides he's gonna check it out, sure that someone just left it on by mistake. Maybe Skizz or Trish forgot to turn it off when they were heading to bed. But when he peers through the patio door, noticing it was left half-open, he can see there's actually people out there.
Gem. And Grian.
And it takes him a second to process what he's seeing, because Gem is straddling Grian's lap, kissing him, her hands cupping his face as his hands come up to untie the halter string of her bikini top. But once Imp's brain kicks back into gear, once he realizes he's watching his friends fool around in secret, he gasps softly and takes a step back from the glass, hiding in the shadow of the kitchen and taking them both out of his line of sight.
Now that he's aware of it, he can hear them too. Gem giggling. A little splashing. Grian saying something unclear that morphs into a groan and a laugh.
And Impulse's mind is racing with thoughts. Grian is married. Gem knows that. And yet there they are, all over each other in the hot tub of their rental. The rental they're sharing with 16 other people. It starts to leave a bad taste in Impulse's mouth, that they would risk something like this out here. That any one of their friends could (and has) lay witness to their tryst. Grian's adultery. Gem's indiscretions.
When Impulse convinces himself to look again (and it does take him maybe 30, 40 seconds of panicking), he sees Grian's face hidden in Gem's chest as she grinds in his lap, gripping the edge of the tub to keep herself steady. Her head tipped back, brow furrowed like she's just trying to find the right angle for—
No. He's not going to think about it.
"We should (…) somewhere else." He can only half hear what they're saying, see Grian's lips moving when he lifts his head and Gem presses her forehead to his.
"My room?" Gem suggests, and Impulse had thought she was sharing a room with False. But maybe False is elsewhere tonight. (Another thing Impulse is not going to think about too deeply on purpose.)
When Gem stands up out of the tub she's still wearing her bikini bottoms, and Grian is still in his swim shorts, albeit clearly hard, which is something Imp is going to have to pretend he doesn't see. Especially when Gem reaches out to casually grope him as she climbs out of the tub, and he grabs her, a little rougher than before, for another kiss as soon as their feet are solidly on the deck.
And that's Impulse's cue to get back to bed. He grabs his glass of water off the counter, breathing fast as he turns heel and ascends the stairs as quickly and quietly as he can manage. Tango is still snoring in the other bed when he slips back under the covers.
He tries not to listen but he can hear the sounds of the patio door sliding shut. Hushed whispers down the hallway as Grian and Gem make their way to Gem's room. The occasional squeak of a bare foot on hardwood. The door clicking shut, and then— just the sounds of the house again. Snoring, coughing, creaking.
A soft giggle.
Impulse turns over on his side, pulling his pillow over his head.
He knows he won't sleep, but he'll find things to think about that aren't his pals potentially ruining their friendship in the next room, or the reason why he finds himself half-hard about it.
The next thing Jimmy knows, he's on his back, a familiar weight on top of him as a hand flies toward his face.
Pain blossoms across his cheek. He knows instantly that it'll bruise.
Another hit, followed by a crunch and a gush of blood. His nose is definitely broken. He's sure the pain will start once the shock wears off.
He knows the next hit is coming, but he doesn't move. He wants to hurt. It's what he deserves.
Hello, it's done! Finally!
Hockey Ranchers for y'all <3
This fic has been such a labor of love.
So much thanks to @stygiansauce and @waterloverextreme for betaing for me <3
I hope you all enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Tagging a few peeps who I know are excited for this <3
or: tango has Feelings about jimmy bringing back the captain america suit
When Tango thinks about how Jimmy used to be, before they got to be soulbound, he feels like a dirty old pervert. It’s just—Jimmy used to be so young. So, he shoves it down and remembers Jimmy then with an affectionate haze, familiar big brown eyes and a funny outfit. And nothing more.
Jimmy, unfortunately for Tango, seems dead set on reminding him.
That’s not fair; everyone pulled out old clothes for the newest Games. “A blast from the past!” Grian had told them all excitedly, as he showed off the coding he’d had done for the server. “Dress the part! Get in character!”
Easy enough for Tango. He’d gone digging through all his stuff for old clothes, a pair of skinny jeans he was pleasantly surprised to find still fit him right, his less practical vest (not nearly enough pockets for all the things he had to carry around now). He and the other Hermits have a lot of fun making fun of Joel and his ogre mask.
When he thinks of Jimmy—and he does a lot—Tango is excited to see him, the familiar thrum of energy in his stomach. He’s not thinking about what Jimmy’s going to be wearing—until he’s confronted with it.
Minecraft YouTuber fandom and shipping has really changed in the past ten years. Nowadays people are like “yeah I ship these two but only their PERSONAS they play in this specific series” and RPF is very much not welcomed. Meanwhile back in 2015 the roosterteeth fandom was like “I want these real life men who work at this company to FUCK NASTY STYLE”
Finally got the other comm done! This one is for my partner, who is the only person I felt comfortable writing ranchers for lmao. I still don't know how to write these two so I can only hope it's at least somewhat in character.
They wanted soft ranchers sex so. Here they are. This is officially a part of the tiny apartment au, though it's not really ever mentioned lmao. Just some insider info, I guess.
Also, comms are open again! And will probably be open for longer bc I am in between projects at my job and therefore will not be getting paid for like a month. So. I'm gonna need to get some money somehow lmao
Anyway, here are the ranchers :3
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When Tango wakes, the first thing he’s aware of is Jimmy’s arms around him. His eyes open a crack. He can’t see him, not when Jimmy’s chest is pressed to Tango’s back as he holds him close, but he can at least look around. It’s just starting to get lighter, rays of sun beaming through the open window and landing on the floor. He’s warm, tucked into Jimmy’s embrace.
He’s content to go back to sleep. He shifts around a little, trying to get himself comfortable enough to do so, when he feels it. Something hard digging into his back.
He hums and finally turns around a little to get a proper look at his boyfriend. A glance down shows that, sure enough, Jimmy is hard, with his shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide it.
Well, he thinks. Jimmy deserves a little treat.
Tango’s careful as he pulls down Jimmy’s boxers, his cock springing up once it’s no longer confined by the fabric. He takes it into his hand at first, with a quick glance at Jimmy’s face. He’s still sleeping perfectly, so he doesn’t waste any time and takes it into his mouth.
He starts with just the tip, swirling his tongue around the top before slowly dipping a little further down. He sucks, hollowing his cheeks, and his eyes flicker up as he hears Jimmy give a soft groan. He doesn’t move his mouth, and a moment later he hears the soft and steady sounds of Jimmy sleeping.
Once he’s sure Jimmy’s not going to wake up, he takes him even further, until his nose is buried in the blond curls at the base of his dick. He swallows around him then pulls back and licks up a drip of pre-cum before it spills from the tip.
Tango presses a quick kiss to the top of his dick, mainly because he can, and then moves his mouth along the side to trail kisses there too. He licks it from the base to the tip, and wraps his mouth around it again.
He continues to suck him, and can tell when he’s getting close by the way he throbs in his mouth. He gets ready to make him come finally, but a shifting above him catches his attention. He looks up to see Jimmy starting to sit up, rubbing his eyes.
It’s only a moment later that Jimmy blinks down at him, Tango’s mouth still around his cock.
“Oh. Did I disturb you?” he asks with a slight smile.
Tango pulls off and pouts, though he can’t stop the way the corners of his lips want to turn up. “I’d wanted to wake you up with something nice!”
Jimmy laughs. “Waking up next to you each morning is already nice.”
Tango snorts, but he still shoots a grin Jimmy’s way. He glances down at his cock, still red with pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Soooo…want me to continue?”
“Um.” Jimmy blinks, and Tango watches as his face turns a delightful shade of red.
“If not, that’s fine -”
“No, no, I just - I do want you to, but…” He hides his face behind his hands. “Can you fuck me?” The words come out quickly, all in a rush.
Tango grins. He reaches over and pulls his hands away so he can see his face. “‘Course I can.” He leans forward and kisses his nose, which Jimmy wrinkles slightly but still lets out a laugh.
Tango ducks his head down and kisses Jimmy, who melts into the kiss. Tango deepens it immediately, pulling Jimmy closer as he licks into his mouth. Jimmy’s hands come up to run through Tango’s hair and he tugs at the strands a little. Tango groans into his mouth and bites his lip before pulling back, tugging on his bottom lip before letting go.
He looks at Jimmy, at his lidded eyes and parted lips that are shiny with spit. Oh, how he loves this man. Everytime he looks at him, he can’t believe he gets to have him. He’s looking forward to spending the rest of his life with him.
“I love you,” he murmurs, then dives back in before Jimmy can even respond. He makes a noise of surprise that’s quickly swallowed by Tango. Jimmy kisses him back before pulling away, panting against his lips.
“That’s not fair -” he starts, ready to complain, but Tango is kissing him again before he can get anything more out. He’d huff if he was able to, but instead settles for kissing him fiercely back. When Tango pulls away, he’s quick to speak before Tango kisses him again. “I love you too!”
Tango smiles, then kisses him again. A chaste one this time. Jimmy watches as he reaches into their drawer and his eyes widen as he pulls out a bottle of lube.
He hastens to get his boxers off, relaxing onto the bed as Tango flips the cap. He squeezes some onto his fingers then settles so he’s hovering over Jimmy, legs bracketed by Tango. His hand goes between Jimmy’s legs and he gently strokes his rim.
Stretching Jimmy is a practiced art, by this point. They’ve done this enough times, and Tango makes quick work of it. If he spends a little extra time pressing his fingers against Jimmy’s prostate, though, well…He loves the sounds his boyfriend makes, can anyone really blame him? He looks so pretty, dick still leaking pre-cum and face red and scrunched up from the pleasure.
He makes sure to stop before Jimmy can actually come, which gets him a frustrated groan. He chuckles and kisses him. Jimmy kisses him back, throwing his hands over his shoulders and pulling him close. Tango barely catches himself before he collapses entirely on Jimmy.
Jimmy, who grins up at him with that grin he loves. Jimmy, who lays under him, face and chest flushed as he looks up at Tango. Jimmy, who Tango is completely in love with. Jimmy, who loves Tango back.
He can’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss him again. Jimmy hums into the kiss, his hands moving to cup Tango’s face. Tango relaxes into it, and the two share kisses for a few minutes before Tango finally pulls away.
He shoves his boxers off and gets some more lube, coating his dick with it. He positions himself, his cock pressing against Jimmy’s hole but not yet pushing in.
“Ready?” he asks, and Jimmy quickly nods. So he gently starts to push in. Jimmy groans as the head pops in, and Tango has to take a deep breath to stop himself from fully slamming in. He wants to go slow, wants to make sure Jimmy knows just how much he loves and appreciates him.
“I love you,” he says as he slowly pushes more and more in. Jimmy clenches around him, so hot and tight, and his head droops to rest on Jimmy’s shoulder as he shudders.
“Love you too,” Jimmy says, voice soft. He reaches over to grab one of Tango’s hands and squeezes it. Tango smiles and squeezes back.
When he bottoms out, Tango waits a moment to let Jimmy adjust. It isn’t long however before he’s squeezing his hand again, and Tango takes that as his cue to move.
He pulls out and quickly thrusts in again. Jimmy moans, head thrown back and his other hand moving to Tango’s head as he holds onto the back of it. Tango thrusts again, and then sets a steady pace. Each thrust rocks Jimmy’s body, and he lets the stream of moans and Tango’s name fall from his lips with each one.
With each word, Tango thinks he’s never heard anything more beautiful. He loves him so much. He doesn’t think he’ll ever say it enough.
Though he’s already said it twice that morning, he whispers it again against Jimmy’s shoulder. “I love you. So much.” He squeezes his hand again.
“I - ah! - I love you too, so much, Tango, please -”
He feels Jimmy try to squeeze his hand back and chuckles. He continues to fuck him, Jimmy moaning below him. He feels him clench around him and knows he’s close, so he moves away enough that he can get a hand in between them and jerks Jimmy off. It isn’t long before Jimmy comes, spilling over his hand. Tango thrusts a few more times before he’s coming too, spilling into Jimmy.
When he feels like he can move again, he carefully pulls out before collapsing onto the bed next to Jimmy. He hums and then holds him close, ignoring the stickiness he can feel on his hands. Jimmy grumbles, though.
“We should clean up.”
“But you’re so warm…”
Jimmy snorts. “We can cuddle after!”
Tango groans, but he gets up and goes to the bathroom, getting and wetting a washcloth before coming back and carefully cleaning Jimmy up, washing the cum as it leaks out of his hole. He throws the washcloth to the side when he’s done and lays back in the bed, wrapping his arms back around Jimmy. Jimmy hums, and turns so they’re facing each other and he can also wrap his arms around Tango.
Tango relaxes, content to be with him. They should get up, but neither of them had anything else to do, so Tango is perfectly happy to just lay in bed all day.
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