stoic, quiet, eye contact-less sex with your bro. not because youre into them in a gay way, just because you're both... really horny, and you need this right now. i mean- you both need it.
holding your knees up against ur chest, focusing on not making too much noise as theyre pumping into you, but their cock is too good, it fits so much better than you had- i mean, could've imagined. if you ever had before.
you start to lose your sense of surrounding, your brain getting fuzzy and hazy from the constant, relentless pressing of your gspot over and over and over and suddenly your voice is slipping out and you almost cover your mouth until your friend whines back in response
and now the dam is broken.
you both abandon the charade, fully leaning into each other. you spread your legs and their body falls close to yours finally, their face so close, their lips greedily mouthing at you while they pump even faster and more desperately into your hole.
the sloppy wet noises below, your unrestrained moans and gasps, half mumbled nonsense between over eager tongue kisses, the way they keep pressing closer to you as though it could be possible at this point.
the slapping of your hips meeting over and over intensifies, and your bro lets out the hottest sound youve ever heard them make. you squeeze your arms around them, making sure they cant pull away from this prematurely. you dont know if youll ever get this opportunity again, and now that youve tasted it, you're not sure you can live without it.
your preoccupation is overridden by the unstoppable rhythm of your best friend into you, still. your brain is melting, the only semi intelligible thought remaining is good good, feels so good, feels so good, sogoodsogoodsogood up until the final, almost agonized sounding, vocalization from your bro.
you dont stop squeezing them close to you. they dont attempt to pull away. you are collapsed together in a sweaty, mewling heap. the conversation about this later is gonna be... pretty awkward you guess, but its not happening yet. now, youre going to enjoy the ability to show your bro just how much their friendship means to you.
This fic is a YEAR OLD TODAY! 😮
I've been kind of re-reading where/how I started in the fandoms I write for. When I started I didn't have a tumblr account, and even after i got one, I didn't really post my fics to tumblr, only to ao3... So i've decided as their "birthdays" come up, i'm going to post them. I missed a few so i might post those randomly just to get them added to my pinned list, but idk.
Criminal Minds, Garvez
Luke certainly isn't waiting for Penelope to show up to work, and Penelope would never get up early just to see Alvez.
WC: 767
Ao3
He was a morning person, an early-bird, always up before the sun and first to work. So it came as no surprise when he found himself alone in the FBI parking structure, sitting in his truck. He wasn’t waiting for someone, no, he wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t situated, seatbelt unbuckled listening to music in the front seat having gotten here too early busying himself for the next arrival. He definitely wasn’t waiting for Penelope Garcia to show up so that he could have a blessed moment alone with her riding the elevator. He wasn’t doing that because that would be weird and a little obsessive and they were teammates, and he wasn’t weird. Or obsessive. He just liked this song and wanted to finish it, and if another happened to come on after, that he also liked, well he had time to listen to that one, too. It reminded him of his mom, and maybe he should call her…no, it was too early. But if he called her, he would need to stay here and talk, he wouldn’t want to walk through the building on the phone, that would be rude and Luke Alvez was not rude. Just like he was not sitting in his truck waiting for his coworker to show up.
She was not a morning person, but for some reason she’d found herself rising with the sun. It was definitely Sergio causing a scene snoring too loud and purring against her face and she figured, what the heck she might as well get ready and go to work. She was not intentionally showing up earlier than normal in the hopes of catching another early arriving agent, knowing that particular agent was likely to be there before everyone else. No, she would never do that because she didn’t even like him. She hated him in fact. He bothered her. Loathed being trapped in the elevator with him. She was just going in because she was already up and why not get an early start on paperwork, compile files, make the most of her day? She was being a good agent, she was not looking to find Luke. And so seeing his truck in the lot did not send waves of excitement through her body. And seeing him in the front seat did not cause trills to her heart. And when he looked out his window to see her parking two spaces away and his eye caught hers and he smiled she only smiled out of civility, not because she couldn’t help herself from smiling whenever she saw his face. No, Penelope Garcia did not.
He didn’t twist his head expecting to see her, knowing the sound of her car because he had no reason to commit it to memory. And a grin didn’t break out across his face at the sight of her showing up early, or at simply seeing her, he was just a happy person. He definitely didn't shut off the radio and get out the second he saw her turn off her car, the song just happened to end at that exact moment and he didn’t like the next one. And he wasn’t waiting around for her to approach him, he just needed to check something on his phone. He didn’t smile at her warm and full and goofy and reflexively from just her sauntering up to him because that would not be an appropriate reaction to have at seeing a coworker. And he wasn’t handing her coffee from her favorite shop because he stopped there to get it for her, he just liked it too and they happened to have an extra and it happened to be her exact order.
They did fall into step and share 'good mornings’ because that’s what good teammates did, right? And they only got on the elevator alone because they just happened to be the only ones there. There were no secret smiles and flirty lovesick eyes, she definitely didn’t touch up her cherry-red lipstick while not breaking eye contact, and his tongue certainly didn’t peak out before pulling his lower lip in, and their fingers didn’t brush and their breathing didn’t slow and they didn’t find themselves inches apart as the doors dinged opened. Because they were in an elevator on FBI property. In the building they both worked in. And they were teammates. And it would be wrong. And she didn’t even like him. It definitely didn’t happen. And it wouldn’t happen again the following morning, or the one after that, because that would be a pattern. That would be intentional.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
FFN
Here's a festive little holiday fic I wrote to celebrate the New Year! No angst this time, just some good old romantic UsaMamo fluff that'll hopefully put a smile on your face. Tried to spice it up with a few of my favourite things: banter, humour and some secret pining.
Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve, and Usagi is poised to ring in the new year with friends when an unexpected guest arrives late to the party.
Dedicated to the fabulous folks at Moonlight Legends! ♥
Zuko shrewdly studied his dear friend and secret crush. He looked tired, more ragged than Zuko had ever seen Aang before. The breakup had been bad.
He poured a cup of tea and practically shoved it into Aang’s hands. The younger man only muttered a thanks, continuing to stare at nothing in particular.
Zuko bit his lip. “Aang. Take care of yourself, please. I hate seeing you like this.”
Aang blinked, coming back into himself a bit. He smiled—grimaced, more like— at the Fire Lord.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I know.” Zuko hesitantly reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “You will be fine. It’ll get easier. And maybe this— maybe this is good, you know? Even if it doesn’t seem like it right now.”
Zuko would make sure that Aang would smile again. He would do anything to make him happy.
“Yeah…” Aang let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, maybe.”
If only Zuko could tell him how much he cared, how much he loved him. But now wasn’t the time.
“How about a game of Pai Sho?”
Aang smiled again, a little bit more like a real smile. Zuko was proud of that small smile, and he would do his damned best to keep it there.
As much as I love Zutara getting together young and having a whole life together, I must say I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of Zutara pining for each other their entire adult lives and knowing they’re both trapped in loveless marriages and they made the wrong choice but not knowing how to make the right choice because it’s too late now and then in their old age they finally begin what they started 70 years ago and it just feels so right and finally they’re both happy.
Or they could just never get together and spend their entire lives pining for each other and die still pining for each other.
Basically I’m an emotional masochist who loves right-person-wrong-time/“It’s you, it’s always been you” junk.
Okay listen. If LOK had to go down the way it did even though it sucked real bad... I give myself comfort in imagining that Zuko and Katara find each other again at the end of their lives.
They’re both now a widow/widower and they find comfort in each other even after so long. Zuko laments his choices, that he was deeply in love with her and never told her... because she was with Aang.
And then of course she declares she never would have gotten with Aang if he hadn’t been with Mai. They realize that they could have saved themselves a lot of years of heartache and pining if they had just had the courage to be honest back then. “It’s always been you” is right.
But... no use in grieving the past. They didn’t know how long they had left, and they wanted to spend it together, finally.
Chloe: You’ll thank me when that discomfort turns into a brand new memory!
*Chloe drags Beca by the hand and Beca reluctantly follows.*
*An hour later Beca and Chloe are stood on the Free Staten Island Ferry watching the sunset. Beca has a soft smile on her face while she turns to Chloe.*
Beca: Thanks.
Chloe: *puts arm around Beca’s shoulders* You’re welcome.
