ok, GTA james and jeremy starting a wrestling club? I LOVE IT. first, thank you for the glorious mental image of those two wrestling. second, I gotta ask, would they wrestle in workout gear or typical flashy wrestler costumes or just singlets or something?
okay i gotta admit…. when i first thought abt it, i imagined singlets because we all know james looks great in them and jeremy would look absolutely FIRE, too.. plus, there’s something about the absolutely intimate about just the two of them and a wrestling mat. following the rules when they need to, having fun and breaking rules when they don’t. the laughter and sounds of scuffle and huffs of breath when they pin each other down...
but!!!! i also can’t deny that they’re both dramatic enough to graduate from normal workout gear, singlets, mats, headgear, rules… to a four corner ring, flashy outfits, a full P.A. system to announce their entrances just so they can flex down a catwalk. james angel vs rimmy tim fight night!!! they invite everyone and then make them all come on threat of death
Congrats on 1000 followers!!! Can you write something super fluffy with Lawrence?
“Lawrence, I’m sick, go away!” you called out, your voice muffled beneath the sheets that, by this point, were burying you. “You don’t need to see me looking all gross and—”
You were cut off by your own coughing fit, much to amusement of Lawrence, who was trying not to laugh as he sat down beside you. “Babe, you do realize that I’ve seen you after three shots of tequila, right?”
You huffed at him, but knew you had no rebuttal for that, so you reluctantly let him pull the layer of blankets away, shivering as the cold air hit your skin.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” your voice was slightly hoarse now as he lay down beside you, pulling the blankets around the two of you before wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna get sick!”
“If I recall correctly, I’m the one who got you sick in the first place, so that should make me immune by now, right?”
“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you snuggled closer, “but you’re a warm idiot, so I’m not gonna argue.”
With a small laugh, he kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “Love you, too,” as his arms tightened around your shivering frame.
And as the sun sets over the ocean’s horizon, bonfire blazing in the distance, a soft sigh escapes her lips. Though her skin aches with the scrapes and bruises of a day’s work, there’s still a thrill coursing through her veins, that high she can only reach when her life is on the line.
Hearing her boys laugh, she’s pulled out of her quiet reverie, turning to them with a smile. “Elyse, it’s about time you joined us!”
.listen. its body worship. it will always be rylyse
also, its monsters, where ryan is a vamp, and elyse is a water fae called an alven.
Elyse came home, looking exhausted, and fell immediately into Ryan’s arms. She was alone, and Ryan had to wonder where James had gone. It was far more pressing that Elyse looked so distressed, though.
“Hey, there dear..” He rubbed her side, and she squeaked a little at the touch and the words. Ryan caught her chin, looking her over. “What’s wrong?” She bit her lip and looked down.
“Don’t feel good today.” She said quietly, her cheeks shimmering. Ryan petted her hair soothingly, cocking his head.
“Sick?” He asksed
“Mmmhm.” She shook her head, breaking away from his touch a little. Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly figuring out what’s wrong.
“Bad thoughts?” She hesitated before nodding, arms starting to shimmer and almost disappear.
“Oh, darling, c’mere..” He beckoned her into his arms more before scooping her up, bridal style. Elyse clung to his neck, nuzzling into him and making quiet noises. “I think I know just what you need.”
“And what’s that?” Elyse murmured, lashes fluttering as he carried her to the bedroom.
“To be absolutely worshiped so you know how untrue those bad thoughts are.” Ryan said, plain as day, kicking the door closed behind him. Elyse made another soft noise, skin shimmery as ever. Ryan chuckled, his fangs barely passing his lips as he set her down on the bed. “Get cozy, mm?” She scooted back, trying to seem comfortable in the middle of the big bed. Ryan was over her in a moment, not predatory like he sometimes liked to be, but caring and soft. He stroked his knuckles down her cheek, smiling at her and trying to get her to smile back. A small patch of her cheek shimmered out of existence.
Ryan bent down to kiss her softly, running a hand down her cheek and jaw, cupping the back of her head. He pulled back to breathe, their lips sticking as he did.
“You’re so beautiful..” He murmured, fingers tracing her jaw, and she looked down, lashes framing her cheeks beautifully.
“Don’t really feel like it today..” Elyse replied, and Ryan looked genuinely shocked.
“You’re beautiful every day.” Ryan affirmed, sliding down a little to slip his hands just below the hem of her tank top. “This ok?” She nodded and Ryan smiled, tracing along her hips. “You are absolutely gorgeous, darling… even if you don’t feel like it.”
“Even if I feel.. invisible?” Elyse asked shyly, and Ryan nodded.
“I’ll always notice you, no matter how invisible you feel, or are.” Ryan smiled, a little toothy, and Elyse blushed and sank down. Ryan pushed her shirt up, revealing her slim stomach, gentle curves, and the cute little stripe of constant shimmer down the very center of her stomach, just in line with her navel. “And I will always love you, no matter how bad you feel, or how much you wanna disappear.” Ryan slid down a bit, kissing her stomach softly. She gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth in surprise as Ryan kissed his way up her body, pushing the tank top over her head and tossing it to the floor. He pulled back with an almost shocking agility, the scent of her suddenly flooding him, and the desire to feed as well.
But that was for a later time. He would have to forget the sweetness of his love in lieu of loving her fully. Ryan licked over his fangs, trying to calm himself before drawing his hands down her side sweetly. “Love the bra.” It was a soft blue lacy piece, and Elyse shrugged with one shoulder.
“Trying to feel pretty this morning.” She mumbled, and Ryan cupped her side, thumb skirting the lace of the band.
“You’ve succeeded, then.” Ryan smiled widely, trying to prompt a smile from her, and got something small and unsure in return. It was something.
“I guess so..” She mumbled and Ryan dipped down to kiss her again, getting a small whine.
“You, and every part of you is gorgeous.” Ryan promised, and Elyse shimmered heavily. Ryan chuckled and slipped down to between her legs, and figured he might as well be honest with what he wanted.
“Baby... can I eat you out? Really show you how beautiful I think you are?” Elyse gasped, sitting up.
“You.. you really want to?” Ryan nodded and hooked his fingers in her waistband, as if that answered the question as well.
“More than anything, beautiful.” Elyse squirmed at the lovely name, and melted into the pillow.
“If you want..” Ryan simply nodded and popped the button on her jeans, quickly getting them off and discarding them to the side.
“Absolutely gorgeous..” She had a complimentary pair of panties on, a light blue polka dot silk, and Ryan drew his fingers over her hips and the gentle dip of them. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen...” Elyse squeaked softly and disappeared fully, “Rather, not seen.” Ryan chuckled, and Elyse shimmered back mostly with a giggle.
He sank down between her legs, pressing soft kisses to her covered folds, getting gasps from her that already sounded so good. “There we are, beautiful.” He let a little drawl slip into his voice, knowing how it washed over her. As much as he would have loved to stay there all evening, he didn’t want to be a tease. Wanted to be just what she needed and wanted. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down with little ceremony, only to look on her like she was his guiding light. He drew his fingers along her lips, spreading them a little and kissing at her thighs idly. “What a pretty girl you are..” Ryan dipped down and pressed a kiss to her folds, daring to stick his tongue out for a brief little flick.
“Ry-ryan..” She gasped out, hands going to his hair desperately, and he took that as a cue to continue. He started with just his lips and tongue, swirling, flicking, a perfect mix of pleasure and denial, taking his sweet sweet time. She shimmered in and out of view as he kept going, and she looked so beautiful, ethereal. Ryan was fully in love.
He eventually teased a finger in her, then another, making her squirm and make soft noises with a little come hither motion as he lapped gently at her. Ryan met her eyes every so often, blue eyes blown with pleasure, met by blue eyes blown with love. It was little effort then to get her to come around his fingers, shimmering until she was totally invisible for a brief second, and then as she came back to earth, she was visible once more.
“Ryan.. c’mere..” She made grabby hands for him once she was able to think and drew him into her arms. “Thank you..”
“For?”
“Helping me out.” She looked down, crossing her legs a bit. “Dunno. Guess I like that you notice when my brain isn’t feeling good even faster than James.”
Ryan shrugged, “Seems a lot more obvious to me, maybe.” She hummed thoughtfully.
“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir you almost jumped me” sex with James Willems or whoever you want
(got a lot of these accidental sex prompts so we will slowly work our way through them - enjoy xx)
“Hey, Y/N, you’re going to be free for demo disc this afternoon, yeah?” James had placed a hand on your shoulder as not to startle you before he started speaking. Removing your headphones you turned your chair around, smiling up at him.
“Sure thing, Sir,” you mock salute him in response, suddenly feeling his hand, still on your shoulder, tense up. His eyes widened and it seemed as though he was about to speak, but instead he just nodded slightly before hastily walking away.
Ten minutes later, after you had dismissed James’ behaviour as being unexplainably weird, your phone vibrated with a message from none other than James himself.
‘I need to ask you something - come to the break room.’ You read the text and assumed it was about demo disc later. Confused as to why he needed to speak to you in private, rather than coming up to your desk again, you saved the thumbnail you were working on before walking to where James was waiting.
“James?” You walk into the break room and see James’ back turned to you. “Is this about demo disc?”
“What?” A note of uncertainty was present in his voice but he continued; “No, this is… Fuck, this is weird.” He ran a hand through his hair as he moved closer to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.
He placed a hand on your lower back, sending a shiver through your body as you leant into his touch. “Can you… Can you call me sir again, Y/N?” His breath tickled your ear, as if he was afraid of anyone else hearing his question.
“Whatever you say, sir.” You match his volume, whispering into his ear. His eyes fluttered shut and you heard him murmur an indistinct curse as his head dropped to the crook of your neck.
You ran your hands up his back and cupped his jaw, lifting his head up to press your lips to his. The kiss was needy, passionate, and you could tell how much James wanted you in that moment.
“Fuck, hearing such a dirty word coming out of such a pretty mouth is so damn hot.” He pressed open mouth kisses to the exposed skin of your neck and you smirked, tugging on the strands of his hair.
You loved the power a single word granted you; how you could make James come undone in a single second. “Never thought you’d be a dom, James, but I’m really fuckin’ digging it.” You moaned, pushing your hips up into his and grinding lightly.
He grabbed your hips and held you still, taking back control. “You need to learn to listen to me, baby girl, and I say you can wait until later tonight.” You whimpered in response and pressed your lips to the side of his mouth.
“Anything for you, sir.” You sigh, James kissing you one more time before letting you go.
“See you on demo disc, princess.” He whispered in your ear before you made your way, shakily, back to your desk, attempting to return to work. However James made it near impossible, and this distraction continued until the two of you made it to his front door; and didn’t end until you drove home the next morning.
Elyse had a cute girl in her class, and she hated it a lot. Not really, this girl was really cute and it was great, because she’s cute and smart and is also Canadian. Which, you know, isn’t rare, but finding a cute funny girl who’s also Canadian is really something.
There’s no way she’s also into girls.
There’s no way all Elyse’s staring would amount to anything other than another dumb crush on a straight girl. But boy, boy was she gonna crush till she knew for sure.
It felt like months, and then it was actually months, and then this girl wasn’t in her class, and Elyse had to go back home still crushing on her and hating that she might never see her again. She spent a whole month at home, trying to figure out just what film studies courses to take so that she might see this girl again.
She felt silly, but there was nothing silly in the pursuit of love. That’s what she told herself.
(It was really silly.)
So she went back to school, trying to be hopeful but also realistic. And class by class went by, nothing… nothing until her last class.
And there she was. Just as cute as ever, with her hair all curly and bouncy, and shiny lip gloss and oh her name was Barbara. Elyse was in love. Still a little hopeless, but very much in love. After Barbara didn’t recognize her (but why would she) Elyse slung her backpack over her shoulder dejectedly and headed out of class.
Not before she could overhear something that would change her life. Kind of. Maybe. Yeah, it would.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not.” Barbara said to a friend with a little pleased giggle, and Elyse did her best to not just up and stop walking.
Did she… did she have a chance?
Maybe she did?
This meant one thing, and one thing only. She had to ask Barb out, no matter what. She vowed then and there to do it… at some point.
Next class came and went, and Elyse said nothing, because she was a dumb gay baby who couldn’t talk to pretty girls. Which was what she said to herself as she stalked off, going to get herself a big cup of coffee and a bigger cup of regret with it.
Another class went by, and Barb even made another joke about the fact that she was very much into girls. Elyse felt emboldened to say something, but Barb had to go quickly and Elyse lost her chance again.
Next week. Next week had to be it. No matter what. She’d track Barbara down if it meant getting to talk to her. She couldn’t think about anything but that during class, and she was obviously staring every time Barbara talked. Class couldn’t go by fast enough, and when it did, Elyse packed up faster than she ever had in her life to get over to Barb.
“H-Hey, Barb.” Elyse said, her voice shaking a bit.
“Hey, Elyse!” Barb chirped, bouncing a little on her heels. Dear God, she was cute.
“I… um, I was, maybe, um, wondering if you’d like to, like, go out for some, uh… coffee? Cause you’re cute and into girls, I think, and also Canadian, which, like, is cool, cause I’m Canadian too, and… yeah.” Elyse knew she was red, but damnit, she did it. She asked a cute girl out.
“Are you asking me out because I’m Canadian?” Barb giggled a little, and looked down at her feet. “Because I’m down for that, but I want you to know that I’m saying yes because I think you’re also cute. It is cool you’re Canadian though.” Barb tacked on with a smile.
“You do?” Elyse said, sounding as small as she felt. “I mean, it is? Wait…”
“I do think you’re cute, and I do think it’s cool you’re Canadian, because you know, like a cute little piece of home right here, and I can go get coffee with her. Or, you know, I do know a pretty good place to get our most delicious of our national foods.” Barb grinned knowingly, and Elyse felt a lot better about herself for being a gay disaster if it led to this.
Can you do something with James eylse and y\n where James and Eylse wants to try something different so they ask y\n to be in a threesome with.
(lordy lord this is a 10/10 request and I hope I have done it justice - if you want me to continue the smut at the end just shoot me an ask but I was not bothered and thought the fic had gone on long enough - 1,308 words)
Sitting at the bar, a strong drink in one hand and your phone in the other, you wondered how you’d busy yourself for the rest of the night. You were no stranger to being alone at a bar on a Friday night, changing location every other week to prevent yourself from being judged too harshly.
A vibration felt in your right hand drew your attention back to your phone. Tapping on the notification you smirked; Elyse had just sent you a photo of her and James, both smiling widely, walking in downtown LA along with the message, “What bar are you at tonight? We want to catch up with our fave gal ;)”
Typing back the name and address of the bar you took another sip of your drink, finishing it, and ordering another. Almost half way through your next drink you felt a warm pair of arms wrap around you. One look confirmed they were James’; very muscular but surprisingly gentle.
“I can’t believe it’s been so long!” You exclaimed, now hugging Elyse.
“I know! How have you been?” Elyse replied, James turning to the bartender and ordering drinks for the two of them.
“Can’t complain, honestly. And what about the two of you? Done anything exciting in the, what? Two months since we last talked?” You notice a shared look between the couple and grow confused. They only held each other’s glance for several seconds but it was long enough for you to grow slightly suspicious.
“We’ve been…” Elyse began, trying to hint at something before James interrupted her.
“Great. We’ve been great. Benson’s great, we’re great, everything is just great.”
Now you were well and truly suspicious. The Willems’ had never been ones for subtlety, and it showed.
“You sure? ‘Cause the two of you are acting pretty fuckin’ weird right now.” You took a sip of your drink and intently studied their expressions. They appeared to be in the midst of an argument; perhaps they thought coming out would dissipate the harsh feelings, a plan which had not yet worked.
“Yeah, there’s uh… There’s something we want to ask you. James?” Your eyes narrowed, looking from Elyse to James and back again. James’ eyes widened as Elyse shifted the task of asking you the hyped up question onto him.
“We need you to be completely honest with us,” James prefaced, making direct eye contact with you. “Would you maybe consider joining the two of us in the bedroom? For, uh, for a threesome?It’s not like our sex life is bad… We just want to try something a little, ya know, different. So what do you say?” Both James and Elyse looked at you expectantly with extreme sincerity and seriousness.
You let out a long sigh, trying to weigh up every positive and negative outcome before giving your answer. Honestly, it had been a while since you last had sex and you didn’t want to pass up the opportunity that was just presented to you. It didn’t help that James and Elyse were both very attractive people, and from what you had heard (from Elyse, mainly) James was very good in bed.
“It’s a hard offer to refuse, believe me.” You start, finally finished weighing up the consequences. “But are you sure you want me? Not some random chick you can pick up at a club, take home, and never see again?”
“Look, Y/N. We’ve spent a long fucking time discussing this and we both agree: we want you.” James stated simply, accompanied by silent nodding from Elyse. “And we want it to be good for you - we don’t want you to just be there to spice up our sex life.”
“I didn’t need much more convincing, so yeah. I’ll do it.” You say confidently, glad your night took a turn for the better.
“Then let’s get out of here” James leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, placing a hand on your shoulder as both he and Elyse stood up.
You were nervous as the three of you waited outside the bar for an uber; nervous when you followed them up the driveway; nervous as you watched James insert his key into the lock and nervous you all walked to the bedroom.
“God I didn’t realise how awkward this would be” James broke the silence, taking a step closer to you, using his hands to slowly slide off your jacket.
“I know a way to break the tension,” Elyse added, also taking steps closer to you. You raised an eyebrow in response but did not stop her as she took your face in her hands. Her eyes fluttered shut as your lips came into contact, pressing against each other gently. You could smell her sweet perfume and moved one hand up to cup her cheek as your mouths moved in sync.
She moved her hands to your waist, pulling you flush against her body. As she did so James came up behind you and began kissing the back of your neck, eliciting a soft moan.
Elyse broke away from the kiss with a small laugh. Her lips were soon captured by James, who had leaned over your shoulder. Instead of standing there uncomfortably you began to slowly undress Elyse, pulling off her jacket and unbuttoning her shirt. A surprised gasp left your mouth as one of James’ hands began to roam your body, stopping at your breasts to fondle and play with them.
You put your hands on Elyse’s body experimentally, running the tips of your fingers up and down the skin you had just exposed. Reaching around behind her back you slowly undid her bra; you heard her moan into James’ mouth as her nipples hit the cold air and pebbled.
Tentatively you began to rub her nipples between your fingers, bending down to press feather-light kisses to her collar bone and neck. You felt a tug on the hem of your shirt and, feeling a hardness press against the small of your back, you realised it was James, wanting you to take your shirt off. You obliged happily, breaking away from Elyse - to her disappointment - to pull it off in one fluid movement, depositing it on the floor next to the shirt you had taken off Elyse minutes ago. You heard shuffling behind you and turned your head in time to see James sliding his pants down his legs, giving you a view of the outline of his cock in his boxers.
Brushing Elyse’s hair to one side you leant in to whisper, “I see why you married him.” Sharing a laugh you started to kiss the line of her jaw, following it until you reached her lips. You felt a strong pair of hands wrap around your waist and begin to start undoing the button holding your jeans up. Kicking them off you felt slightly exposed but your feelings of excitement and arousal flared. From previous visits to the Willems’ household you had a vague understanding of where the bed was and began to make a move towards it. You felt the bed hit the back of your knees and you fell backwards onto the bed, pulling both James and Elyse down with you.
“Why haven’t we done this sooner,” Moaned out James as he sank down next to you. The three of you were a mess of limbs, not knowing who’s hands were on who, and you felt yourself fully agree with James’ statement.
The remainder of the night was spent in a blur of ecstasy and passion, feelings you had not experienced for far too long. As the three of you collapsed in a pile of sweaty, tired bodies a collective sigh of satisfaction was released. It was to no one’s surprise when, a week later, you all found yourselves in the same position.
