(Iâm writing about radical acceptance and Van coping with Taissaâs marriage)
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I never thought weâd actually get to Italy but here we are đ¤ đŽđš 𧥠sorry if this is a bit of a filler chapter, I need to set the scene for whatâs coming upâŚ
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He leaves you there in the bathroom, thoroughly used, the remnants of his release still streaked across your face. Your whole body's trembling with the overwhelming need for orgasm and you have to fight hard against the urge to slip your hand down between your thighs to finish yourself off. You're so turned on it would only take a minute. Probably less. You could just dip your hand under the hem of your dress and rub your tender little bud until you came all over your fingers. Satiate the desperate need that's burning you up like wildfire from the inside out. But you don't.
You tell yourself that the fleeting relief that would give you is very different to the sublime satisfaction you'll likely experience under Van's touch if you exercise a bit of restraint, and you're not prepared to risk jeopardising that. Besides... you've not even decided whether you're aiming for a reward or a punishment yet... whether you're going to be a good girl or a bad girl... very bad. The worst kind.
So despite the pronounced ache between your thighs and the maddening slick that's pooling there you're wearing the widest, most satisfied smirk as you turn to face your reflection. You look like the proverbial cat that got the cream in more ways than one. If you can get up to this much mischief whilst you're up in the clouds with all your unsuspecting fellow students and Van's fiancee just feet away then what kind of chaos can you cause when you touch down on Italian soil and you'll have all those opportunities to be properly alone together? A sultry week in the Mediterranean sun in a fancy hotel stretches on temptingly ahead of you and your mind is full to the brim with salacious thoughts and wicked plans.
But first you have to look the part. You can't walk back out there with your Professor's cum smeared all over your face, your dress rucked up and your hair a disheveled mess even though the thought is certainly tempting. You giggle to yourself as you smooth your dress down over your bare curves and run a hand through the tangles in your hair, imagining the disbelieving look of shock on Johnny's face if he were to see you emerge like that. Mind you, he'll likely still know what you've been up to even if you serenely glide back down the aisle looking like the picture of innocence. He knows you all too well... they both do.
You reach for some paper towel and run it under the cold tap, using it to dab carefully at your face, cleaning away the evidence of your crimes without smudging too much of your makeup. Your body's still thrumming with the aftershocks of Van's roughness and you have to pause to take a few grounding breaths before you open the bathroom door and start to make your way back to the economy cabin.
Van's settled back in his seat and he doesn't look up as you approach, he just sits there casually leafing through a magazine like he's been comfortably relaxing there all flight. The only tell that he's been up to no good is the shadow of a smirk quirking the corner of his lips as you pass by, one which you can't help but mirror. Kathleen's still sleeping, or at least pretending to be, and either way she looks peaceful and unruffled compared to earlier. You wince internally as it occurs to you exactly how dangerous and immoral this game is that you're playing, but there's no point in feeling guilty now. You know damn well that given the chance to go back and do things differently you'd have chosen the exact same path. You're in far too deep and you don't think you could stop even if you wanted to.
You slide into your seat next to Johnny, making a show of getting comfortable before you turn to face him and when you do your smile is sweet and unassuming. You're met with narrowed eyes and raised brows, judgement radiating off him even though he should know there's no way you'd be able to resist following through with your wild fantasy. So it's almost surprising when he leans in close to challenge you.
"Please tell me you've not been up to what I think you've just been up to," he says, voice low and full of suspicion.
You pause before you reply, picking up your glass of Prosecco to casually drain the dregs, a sly smile lingering as you set the glass down.
"Just like I told you, I was feeling a little queasy, and then there was a queue for the bathroom so it took a while. You know how it is."
"Bullshit," he hisses, eyes darting about like someone might be listening in even though your voices are so hushed you'd never be overhead. "You can cut the crap. You don't need to remove your underwear for that."
He pats the pocket of his jacket like he has to remind you of your risky manoeuvre in going commando. As if he does. You're hyper-aware of your nakedness beneath your dress, increasing the ache of unsatisfied pleasure that still hums in your core.
"I told you I meant it," you whisper, uncrossing and crossing your legs. Your dress hitches up an inch and you're pleased to see Johnny's eyes drift down to the exposed flesh of your upper thigh.
"Fuck's sake... you really went and did it, didn't you? I didn't think you were actually gonna go through with it... thought you were only joking."
"Oh, I never joke about cock," you smile wickedly, a mischievous little giggle slipping out as you see his expression harden.
He glances over at Van then back to you, shaking his head. "You're out of control, do you realise the risk you're taking? Here in front of everyone?" A frustrated sigh before he's answering his own question. "Why am I asking you that? Of course you do... you get off on it. You both do."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," you counter, fixing him with a look that's all teasing temptation. "This whole thing we're doing is built on risk isn't it? That's half the thrill of it. C'mon, you're just jealous aren't you? Admit it. I bet you're kicking yourself that you didn't follow me instead of Van..." you slide your hand across your lap so the back of it brushes lightly against his thigh, "it could have been you, you know."
His eyes darken even though his jaw stays taut, a silent struggle taking place inside. His exasperation is clear but it's at war with the lust that's simmering just below the surface. The hand that's resting on his lap twitches like he's fighting the urge to either knock yours away or grab it and slide it further up his thigh under the cover of his jacket. You don't think he even knows himself. Maybe you need to help him along a little...
"Don't you want to know what we did?"
"Not now," he mutters, trying to keep his composure. "Like I said there's plenty of time for all that when we get to the hotel, when we're in private."
You ignore him, shifting closer, voice breathy and laced with seduction. "I told him... about us... what we did before the exams... how many times you made me come..." you tilt your head a little coquettishly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before you release it with a sulky pout. "He didn't like that at all... made me get down on my knees and prove how sorry I was... he made me choke on his dick... and he wouldn't let me come."
A smile twitches at Johnny's lips and a laugh escapes him at that, he can't help himself. He's only half-heartedly scolding now, amused at your predicament after getting yourself all fired up. He knows the effect that kind of denial will have on you, the neediness that it'll spark. It just makes you even more tempting than ever.
"You never learn do ya? You should know by now what happens when you try and play games with him."
You know Van can't hear your conversation but you see him shift across the aisle, a surreptitious glance in your direction before his attention's back on the magazine. You know as far as he's concerned the question isn't whether you'll misbehave, it's more a question of when. Maybe this time you'll prove him wrong... maybe not. You smile to yourself, head full of possibilities.
"Funny... he said exactly the same thing."
That earns you a low laugh from Johnny, the mischievous glint in his eyes telling you that your indiscretion's forgiven... for now. He can't control you and if he was completely honest with himself he wouldn't want to. Your wild brand of reckless self-indulgence draws him in as much as it infuriates him. He leans back in his seat, finally settling as the tension diffuses.
"Well, if you want my advice, I'd get some rest now whilst you still can... I just so happened to check the hotel room booking list this morning and you'll never guess what I saw..."
"Hmmm?" Your curiosity's piqued, excitement simmering.
"Seeing as your booking was a late add-on, you've been allocated a room in the staff corridor... and guess who's in the room right next to yours?" He pauses briefly, voice edged with promise as he adds, "I hear the balconies are connected."
"Well that's certainly convenient," you say with a grin, leaning back and reaching for the smutty paperback book that Kathleen leant you. "Maybe I'll take your advice then just this once. Do a little bit of research before we land, eh?"
The sun's beginning to sink in the sky by the time you arrive at the hotel and you all file off the coach, murmurs of excitement mingling with grumbles of tiredness all around. You'd been lumbered with sitting next to Sam, one of your fellow History students, for the transfer, and now you've reached your destination you're desperate to get away. You'd suspected all semester that he had a soft spot for you from his lingering looks in lectures and his enthusiasm to pair up for study sessions, but now you'd had to endure his relentless flirting and cringeworthy innuendoes for the journey there's no room for doubt. The sultry Mediterranean heat is clearly getting to everyone. Your mind drifts to the little game you and Kathleen played in the duty free shop earlier and you have to admit you're starting to see the appeal of her philosophy on relationships... perhaps older men really are the wiser choice instead of boys your own age.
You'd kept an eye on Van and Kathleen since you'd disembarked the plane, trying to be as discreet as possible, and your sneaky surveillance had certainly paid off. Whatever had caused the tension between them on the flight was obviously serious enough to linger. They'd stood apart, barely acknowledging each other at the airport luggage carousel and sat side by side but stony faced on the coach transfer. Now you're watching on with quiet amusement as Kathleen strides ahead into the hotel lobby whilst Van lingers outside to spark up a cigarette. Come to think of it, the only time you've actually seen Kathleen so much as smile since you landed was when Alex hauled her luggage off the coach and whispered something secretively into her ear. You can't help but feel a sense of relief and hopeful intrigue for the week ahead.
"Thank god we're finally here. If I had to listen to another minute of Erica's gob I swear I would've thrown myself out of the emergency exit."
Benji's voice cuts through the chatter of excited students and you turn your head to see him steering his suitcase through the crowd towards you.
"You didn't get stuck next to her and Lydia on the coach as well, did you?"
He nods in dismay. "Yep, four hours in total of Erica moaning about the hotel we're staying in and how the humidity's gonna wreck her hair." He pauses, glancing over to where the two girls are retrieving their luggage. "You know, I used to think Lydia was just as bad but I'm actually starting to feel sorry for her now."
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Are you forgetting their mean girls act towards me practically every lecture we go to? She might not be the one with the catty comments but she's quite happy to go along with it."
Benji shrugs. "S'pose you've got a point."
You hear one of the staff announcing that they're checking everyone in.
"Come on," you nod towards the hotel entrance, eager to see your room. "Let's see what the hell Erica can find to complain about with this place. It looks great to me."
Benji agrees and you both make your way inside.
Hotel Corelli is everything that you've been dreaming of since you'd perused the website with excitement and wonder in the lead up to the trip. In fact the pictures online really don't do it justice. Swathes of pretty pink and orange bougainvillea climb up the walls and spill over the balconies, a marble fountain trickles in the lobby and a sparkling chandelier glitters overhead as it catches the light. You're looking around in awe as you step forward, dragging your suitcase behind you, nearly colliding with a smartly dressed young man who apologises profusely in Italian. You've never appreciated just how sexy the language sounds before and an errant thought flashes through your head... can Van speak it too?
The hotel's not quite elite five star luxury, probably not by someone like Erica's privileged standards anyway. Even as awed as you are you detect the chipped wood on the reception desk and the slightly worn carpet underfoot, but even so it's still another world away from the budget no-frills accommodation that you've stayed in during family holidays of the past. You can hardly believe your luck, particularly as it's all for free thanks to the History department's generous prize. You're still curious how Van managed to swing that one, but you're pretty sure it was all down to his influence.
"There you are. Been looking for you pair all over. Where's your rooms and who are you sharing with? I'm with Adam on the fourth floor."
Bob appears beside you as Benji gets handed his keycard. He's seemingly quite pleased to be allocated a room with Sam. Both boys turn to you and you flash them your card. Benji's face scrunches in puzzlement when he sights the room number.
"505? But isn't that up on the fifth floor? That's where all the staff are staying isn't it? You must've been given the wrong card."
"Nu-huh," you respond smugly. "Got a double room all to myself up there haven't I? Perks of winning the prize for the best essay and all that."
His mouth hangs open in shock. "No fucking way! They really forked out for you to have a fancy room all to yourself just for that?"
You smile at him for a moment, relishing his obvious envy before you relent, telling him what Johnny had told you earlier to ward off any suspicion. It seems to satisfy his curiosity but your cheeks automatically warm at the skeptical look on Bob's face. Thankfully for you, Johnny breezes past at that moment with an announcement, a timely distraction.
"Okay everyone, get yourselves settled in and unpacked. Dinner's in an hour, so that's plenty of time for a quick freshen up. See you all in the restaurant at 7pm."
Van and Kathleen are nowhere to be seen, having already taken a lift up to their room, but you fancy you can still feel tension in the air that they've left behind as you step into the awaiting carriage. Or maybe it's the fact that Johnny's just slipped in alongside you, Bob and Benji, taking a spot right next to you. Your bodies brush lightly as the lift jolts and ascends... floor 1, 2, 3, 4... the lads are chatting aimlessly but you and Johnny are silent, the weighted looks you exchange settling like sparks on your skin.
As soon as the boys have vacated and the door slides shut he's on you, crowding you back against the smooth mirrored wall, one hand at your waist and the other cupping your jaw. The kiss is only brief, his lips warm and firm against yours, a stolen moment that's over all too soon before the bell dings signalling your arrival at the fifth floor. You break apart instantly, hearts racing as the lift shudders to a stop, the taste of him still on your lips as you step out and immediately come to a halt.
Van and Kathleen are just a little way down the corridor, the sharpness of their raised voices instantly muted to a brittle silence as they realise they're no longer alone. The air thrums with the echo of an argument, you can see it in the rigidity of Van's stance, the tautness of Kathleen's expression. You smile at them weakly.
"Errr... hi..."
"Y/N!" Kathleen blurts, almost relieved sounding at being interrupted. She glances at the key card in your hand. "I hear you got allocated a room up here with all the staff. I can see about getting you moved if you want... I'm sure you'd rather be with all your friends?"
You shake your head quickly. "Oh, no, it's fine! Honestly, I don't mind at all. The others are already jealous I've got a room to myself." You try for a jokey tone, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness that lingers in the air.
Van's eyes flick towards you, his expression impossible to read. Did he have anything to do with the room allocations? Or is he as shocked as you are? You could see him being fully on board with the idea if he was staying alone but this all seems just that little too close for comfort. It's risky. Dangerous. Just the way you like it.
Johnny chuckles, stepping forward to stand alongside you. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be alright. The rooms up here are better anyway, it's quieter, better view, bigger beds..."
Van murmurs an agreement but you're not entirely convinced he's pleased about the arrangement... but what can he say?
Kathleen glances between the three of you, clearly a little perplexed about the strange current of tension that she's been unwittingly pulled into. She forces a smile nevertheless, her tone light as she turns towards one of the doors. "Well... I suppose we'd all better get ready for dinner then. I've barely eaten all day and I'm famished."
You breathe out a sigh of relief as her and Van retreat into their room, looking again at your keycard before scanning the brass numbers on the doors. Yours is 505... Van and Kathleen's is 506... wait... no... that can't be right.
"But I thought you were next to me," you say, watching in disbelief as Johnny moves even further along, tapping his card on the door of room 504, laughing low under his breath, eyes bright with amusement as he turns to you with a teasing grin.
"Well, would you look at that? Who would've guessed?"
Your heart lurches in pure shock. You were excited about being situated close to both Professors but you weren't accounting on being sandwiched right between both of them... well, not this early on in the trip anyway... you're fully intending in indulging in that particular fantasy in a more literal way later on...
"You knew didn't you? You said you'd looked at the list."
Johnny's grin stretches wider, full of mischief. "Maybe... maybe not... I guess you'll just have to be extra careful to behave yourself now you've got someone keeping an eye on you from both sides, wonât you?â
You roll your eyes playfully, stepping up to your own door, head in a spin with wild thoughts. "Hmmm, weâll see about that."
A/n surprise of the century; I actually wrote something! Itâs also something that Iâve had in my mind for a long time so Iâm glad i finally got it done and turned out good! (I hope). Think Sabrina Carpenter esque pop star reader and Van getting hot and heavy backstage at a festival, maybe even listen to Bed Chem while you read. Enjoy!!!â¤ď¸âđĽ
Warning: Smut, unprotected sex
The contrast between your tiny skirt and glittery boots, and his black ripped jeans and threadbare jacket wouldâve been funny if you werenât so turned on. Pushed onto a table, back arched, head back, the insides of your thighs rubbing against the denim of his jeans that he hadnât fully taken off. Too little time. Shared glances all night is what got you here; one orgasm down in catfishâs dressing room, a rushed introduction by a mutual friend before you were dragged off to perform and smirks from side of stage. Lingering touches hidden within crowds as the night went on, sharing beers backstage. Now youâve got your underwear hanging from one ankle and heâs got his jeans hanging around his hips, belt clinking with every thrust; it crosses your mind to use that sound in a song.
A bottle of beer falls to the ground with a smash, snapping you out of your haze, not Van though. No, his hips keep working as he clasps his hand over your mouth to silence your moans, biting his own lip as to keep his own moans at bay as he listens out for anyone on the other side of the door coming to check up on the noise, the wetness of your arousal on his fingers resting on your cheek makes them burn red. After a few moments of silence and the coast declared clear, his hand was back between your legs, tracing circles just where you needed as you let out a whine at the friction of his touch. His eyes staring deep into yours with a smirk on his face,
âGood girlâ he chants, lips so close youâre practically sharing breath but not quite letting you kiss him. âMy good girlâ. His thrusts slow down, torturing you but reaching deeper than he had been before. Moving a hand to your lower back, supporting your weight and pulling your pelvis ever so closer to his, reaching unbelievably deeper into you as if he knows your body better than you know it yourself, all whilst keeping his steady rhythm on your clit.
The waves of pleasure become more and more unbearable, his tip brushing the one spot inside you that takes you from wanting to desperate. You begin to chant his name before you can stop yourself, pleas and begs slipping from your lips and you feel him smirk as he moves his lips down your neck, kissing a path down to your collar bone and biting gently when he gets there.
âVan, I need⌠I need you to- fuck that feels goodâ your words were cut off by yet another wave of pleasure, one hand moving to tug at his hair whilst the other stays clinging to his back, nails drawing scratches on his skin through his shirt, the heat of him radiating through you through the cotton.
âNeed me to what?â You only moan. âHuh?â
âFuck me⌠I need you to fuck me.â
âOk babyâ and he slips out of you, chuckling as you whine and pulls you off the table onto shaky legs, holding you up with arms still tight around your waist as he kisses you hard, spinning and folding you over the table so fast you can hardly process it. Your head turning as you spin, your lips chasing his, craving contact, which thankfully he gives you.
One last kiss, tongue swiping into your mouth, hand grasping at the back of your neck pressing you close as he pushes into you yet again. Without a second to adjust, he leans back and stands up tall, one hand curled around your hair, pinning your chest to the table, hip bones banging against the edge, other pulling you back by your waist in time with his thrusts, leaving you fighting for breath, bottles shaking as he works. He swears under his breath, not his chatty self now the pleasure has taken ahold of him. Your moans melting together and blending with the music in the distance. You feel his thumb brushing soothingly over your skin as his fingers dig into your ribs, and the combination of gentle and rough sends a wave of wetness between your legs. Van feels you squeeze around him and if the sounds you were making werenât enough, he knows youâre close.
âDoing so good for me, such a good girlâ
You whine at the praise.
âOne second, y/n, just hold on one second for meâ your mind tells you that youâd do anything this boy asks for, but your body isnât sure you can fulfill that request. But your canât decipher much right now, only the overwhelming pleasure and his voice through the piercing ring in your ears and you vision begins to cloud over.
He moves his foot to hook inside of your own, his boot rubbing against your heels as he steps wider, spreading your legs and reaching a hand around your front. The friction and the feeling of Van kissing up your spine, shoulder, back of your neck, jaw, cheek and then finally your lips is all it takes to tip you both over the edge. You feel him tense as every grip he has on you tightens, fingers harsh, weight heavy behind you and his hot liquid inside you.
Your knees completely collapse beneath you and Van tries his best to hold you both up as you slowly come out of your haze. Breath hot and heavy against your lips, murmurs of praise and whimpers blend into chuckles and
âfuck, that was-â
âYeahâ
âFucking amazingâ
You feel him slip out of you, followed by a mixture of you both, and he pulls you up slowly, back still pressed against his chest keeping you close and you feel both of your bodyâs shake with pleasure.
Whispers of âyou good?â and âthanks youâsâ and âIâve got you, donât worryâ as he turns you to face him. Shy smiles exchanged as if the filth of the past five minutes never happened.
âHereâ he speaks lowly as he reaches for a bottle of water, cracking it open and handing it to you, the plastic steaming up with the outline of fingers with the heat of your touch as you take a sip. You pass it back and he drinks too, but not before another kiss, soft this time; gentle. The cold of the water on your lips a welcome contrast to the heat of his own.
âWhen are you back in London?â He asked through heavy breath, bodies still entwined. âMondayâ you watch him, eyes questioning and anticipation. âHmâ he nods, his mind clearly working overtime as he drinks. âWould you fancy dinner one night? Or drinks? Or whatever you want- only if you fancied it, of courseâ you smirked as he stumbled over his words, the bold, confident boy youâd seen all night suddenly no where to be found.
âDinner and drinks sounds goodâ you smiled, he grinned. âRound two also sounds goodâ
Maybe Iâm projecting myself, maybe itâs because Liv is so pro trans and radically queer
But
I need Van to get freaky with a trans girl. I genuinely think sheâd be so good at it
So I was originally going to write a chapter of âGot A Curse I Cannot Liftâ that was centered around Van at New York Pride in 2000.
I had to scrap it because it doesnât narratively fit, but itâs in a one shot pile.
But in it, I was going to have Van befriend an older black transwoman through some sort of gay circle. (I was going to get a little into the concept of Queer Elders and some Paris Is Burning for sad little post-rescue Van)
Anyways, I wasnât going to get detailed with the smut (that fic is rated M), but it was a really tender experience. The woman treated Van like a delicate, beautiful person.
Van was drawn to how she didnât stare at her scars. Drawn to her beautiful voice, and her long fingers. Her intoxicating perfume.
The woman made Van come first and then Van ate her out. Feeling her in her mouth felt really grounding.
âWhat does this woman see in someone like me?â Van was in awe of her beauty.
Then the next morning van left without leaving a number or note, because she was feeling emotions she wasnât ready to contend with.
âŚshe stlll tries to hunt down that perfume though.
Most of my fics are NSFW so please bear that in mind // ⨠= smut // đ¸ = fluff // đ§ď¸ angst
These stories are works of fiction. They are not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. The stories and characters are purely fantasies originating from the mind of the author. The versions of real-life people that appear are fictional portrayals and do not reflect the real people or their actions in any way.
My more recently written fics are at the top and I apologise profusely for the cringe lurking at the bottom of the list (I wrote some of those 3/4 years ago - donât judge me ha ha)
Van McCann
Blurbs/Mini-fics and Headcanons Masterlist
Goodbye đ§ď¸ You break up with Van
Heathrow đ¸ You ask Van to play Heathrow before the Cardiff gig
Final Girl (Playing Hard to Get) ⨠You get unexpectedly turned on by Vanâs outfit at a Halloween party
Quiet (Single Dad Van) ⨠You accidentally discover one of Vanâs secret kinks
Just the way you are (Dad Van) đ¸ Van reassures you when youâre feeling self-conscious about your post-pregnancy body
Couldâve Called It A Night đ¸ Tottenham stadium before the show
Sunday Morning đ¸ lazy Sunday morning with Van
Nothingâs Gonna Hurt You Baby đ¸ Van comforts you when youâre afraid of a storm
Sports Day (Single Dad Van) đ¸ Van tries to impress his kids teacher by entering the parentsâ race (from The Christmas Wish universe)
Hourglass đ¸ Van writes Hourglass in New York
Incentive (Prof Van) ⨠Your Professor gives you an incentive to revise
Showtime ⨠You help Van to relax when heâs nervous before playing Sefton Park
Connection ⨠Phone sex when Vanâs on tour
Soothe đ¸đ§ď¸ Van cuddles after a tough day
Drive ⨠Van canât keep his hands off you, even when heâs driving
White Wedding â¨Van eats you out under your wedding dress after the ceremony
Smile for the Camera ⨠You make a sex tape with Van
Caring đ¸ Van looks after you when you have a bad period
Incredible ⨠You get distracted by Vanâs hands when heâs teaching you how to play guitar
Beach Life đ¸ Part 1 Beach picnic with Van
No Nut November ⨠Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 You explore Vanâs submissive side
One For The Wedding Album đ¸â¨ Part 1 Taking sexy Polaroids for your husband at your wedding reception
Tease / AO3 ⨠You get turned on seeing your boyfriend in his sweatpants
Happy Birthday Sir (Prof Van) ⨠You give your hot professor a birthday present under the desk
Heat ⨠Summer holiday balcony sex
Skin to Skin (Dad Van) đ¸ You feed your baby daughter for the first time
Hungry / AO3 ⨠You reveal to Van that youâre not wearing any underwear at a restaurant date
Cheat (Red) ⨠Van teases you under the table during a dinner date
Itâs Good to be Back đ¸ Vanâs nervous before headlining Reading festival
Borrowed Time (Dad Van) ⨠You and your husband are on borrowed time to get intimate before the kids wake up
Good Touch / AO3 ⨠A stressed Van comes into your salon for a massage
In Good Hands / AO3 ⨠Part 1 / Part 2 Doctor/patient AU - your new doctor helps cure your sexual frustrations
Daddy / AO3 ⨠You get yourself off on Vanâs thigh (daddy kink)
Possessive / AO3 ⨠Rough possessive sex
Soft đ¸ Van comes home exhausted from tour
Business / AO3 ⨠Sex on the tour bus
Unwind / AO3 ⨠Van distracts you from studying
Expectations (Dad Van) đ¸ Valentines Day with Van when youâre heavily pregnant
Sweet Treat / AO3 ⨠Birthday cakes and whipped cream
Valentineâs Surprise đ¸ Van buys you puppies as a valentines treat
Canât Believe Youâre 26 đ¸ You confess youâve never been kissed to your friend Van on your 26th birthday
Baby Love / AO3 ⨠Van is insatiable when youâre trying for a baby
Pick Him Up From Heathrow (Dad Van) đ¸ Picking up your husband from the airport
Truth or Dare / AO3 ⨠Part 1 / Part 2 Your friend Van confesses that heâs a virgin
Private Dancer / AO3 ⨠Part 1 / Part 2 You give Van a private dance and get an invitation back to his hotel
Adventurous / AO3 ⨠Part 1 / Part 2 You can Van go shopping for sex toys to spice up your love life
Good Morning / AO3 ⨠You wake Van up with a sexy surprise
Caught Red-Handed / AO3 ⨠Your house-mate Van catches you âthinkingâ about him then wants to turn your fantasy into reality
All I Want For Christmas đ¸ Part 1 / Part 2 Van comes into your shop to buy an ugly Christmas jumper
Good Luck Charm ⨠Youâre Vanâs good luck charm before a show
No Touching ⨠Van reckons he can make you come without touching you
Distractions ⨠You use an unconventional method to distract Van from his FIFA game
Then There Were Three ⨠A night partying ends up in a threesome with your bf Johnny and his friend Van
Falling in Love With Your Best Friend đ¸ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Youâre secretly in love with your best friend Van but youâre too scared to tell him your feelings
After The Show ⨠Post-gig back-stage shagging
Be Mine đ¸ Van gives you a surprise present with a proposal
Looking After Van ⨠You run a bath for Van when heâs tired after touring
Phone Sex ⨠Van misses you when heâs touring which leads to a smutty phone conversation
First Time đ¸ You lose your virginity to your bf Van
Love Bites ⨠Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Vampire AU
Broken đ§ď¸ Part 1 / Part 2 Your friend Van comforts you when you come out of an abusive relationship
Jealousy đ§ď¸â¨ Part 1 / Part 2 Van gets jealous when you get close to a male friend when heâs touring
Johnny Bond
Comfort ⨠Johnny knows just how to comfort you when youâve had a tough day
Wet / AO3 ⨠Showering with Johnny on his birthday
Birthday Treat ⨠You give Johnny a surprise treat for his birthday
Then There Were Three ⨠A night partying ends up in a threesome with your bf Johnny and his friend Van
Bob Hall
Meeting Bob đ¸ You meet your crush Bob when you interview the band at a festival
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Fandom: Transformers Prime
Pairing: Wheeljack/Bulkhead
Tags: Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Flirting, Keepsakes, minor speaking roles for Miko and Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack's extremely relevant firearms kink
Warnings: None
Summary: Wheeljack had arrived on Earth flying a treasure trove of Wrecker ephemera, including some of Bulkheadâs personal effects.
Length: 3,162 words
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Y'all know that one Mastermind Bulkhead toy with the PTRD-esque biiiiig rifle? Y'all know how I've argued that Bulkhead should have been artillery just based on the way he can be quite calculating and sneaky in combat? Y'all know how I need those robots to, like. Kiss?
đ¤this fic is practically hourglass word for word, i love the lyrics and how it's from his partner's perspective. hopefully done it some justiceđ¤
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word count: 1.1K (exactly!)
warnings: swearing, hints towards sex
It was one of those cold, lonely nights. Rain drizzling down your bedroom window while the wind howls outside. You would just lay in bed, cocooning yourself in silken sheets trying to get as much warmth as physically possible. Staring at the ceiling, wishing you were getting warmth from tangled limbs, hot breaths and messed up covers. Instead of reality, fluffy pajamas and a mug of hot chocolate.
Van had been away for a week now, due to come back home in a couple days. You couldn't wait to hear the sounds of a faint car door shutting and a muffled "Cheers mate" from the street. You couldn't wait to stop everything you're doing and run to your door, you could be in the middle of the most significant thing in your life but you would still get there as quickly as you can. You couldn't wait to be fumbling with your keys, trying to find the right one to unlock it as the figure got closer and closer. Most importantly, you couldn't wait to open the door to a happy but slightly exhausted looking face smiling back at you. Dropping all his luggage like it's nothing just to wrap his long arms around you.
A few days ago, Van had messaged you on Larry's phone telling you he had broken his phone so he couldn't call you without nicking one of the lad's phones. You were gutted but not surprised, everyone knows that boy is useless with technology and is the clumsiest person you've ever known from bumping into things to doing silly little acts that ended up in some disaster.
So here you were, waiting for your phone to buzz and light up with one of the boys'names. Hoping to hear Van's voice down the line. Hoping he had somehow convinced one of them to let him call you just for a few minutes while they packed up gear to move onto the next venue. Sadly, there was no call. You always thought you were almost like a wife waiting for a call from a distant husband in the army or something like that. Obviously singing songs and thrashing around a pub in the middle of nowhere didn't compare with a soldier fighting for their country but still you missed him like mad.
Every night you'd wish you were guiding him to yours, which was practically his home. So you both could be together, catching up on all the lost times, exploring each other and sleepily talking about your future.
Van was always telling you how much he wanted a family oh his own, he had everything planned out in his head. At first when he told you how he could see the two of you getting married and having children, it did scare you off since you are so young and unsure of what exactly you want to do in your life. However, the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted his little dreamland too. All you wanted was to take his name, Y/N McCann had a ring to it, he told you.
The thought of having kids never crossed your mind until Van would describe his image of you with a little boy and girl, the little details of how he would teach your imaginary son how to play fifa and how you would teach your imaginary daughter how to plat her hair. Or how you would call them the most stupid nicknames you could think of. It was the little things like that which would make you feel fuzzy inside.
You would never tell Van how much you missed him to the full extent. You didn't want to seem sordid and you didn't want it to seem like you wanted him to step away from the band. The band were getting bigger and bigger, starting to sell out 500 capacity venues up and down the UK. You didn't think it was possible to be this proud of someone. However, you just wanted to be able to see him everyday in real life. Even if it's just a quick hello. Videos of him and faceless calls/texts didn't compare to the real deal at all. All you longed for was Van to be home.
He would even bring back flus or colds from touring, leaving you basically bed bound with a snotty nose and a sore throat. Surprisingly, you didn't mind when this happened since Van would take care of you. He would buy you whatever snacks you wanted from the shops, bring you cups of tea and boiling hot water bottles whenever you asked. He would curl up with you under velvet blankets, snuggled into your frame while watching your favourite movies.
One of your favourite things to do was after the tour, when he had just gotten back. He would have greasy looking hair and stubble coming through which scratched your chin. You would both get in the shower, you'd be washing his scruffy locks while Van would be telling you how working in the studio was going and idiotic dares they would do when they were bored. He'd place gentle pecks on your exposed suddy skin and suck at your sensitive spots before it ended in steamed up glass and sounds of panting echoing through the water sprinkling down onto the tub.
When Van was home for long periods of time, don't get it wrong, he did absolutely drive you up the wall with little annoying habits. He was restless, could never sleep for longer than 4 hours a night. You would be deep asleep, sweetly dreaming... to be awoken by a light shove or a whisper. Rolling over to try and ignore the shit eating grin Van had spread across his face because now you'd shown you were awake so he can talk about everything and anything to you while you yawned into his chest. He also didn't know how to do simple household chores for the life of him. Once he tried making you tea to surprise you after a long day of work but all you came back to was the smoke alarm with no batteries in, a lingering burning smell, takeout boxes on your living room table and Van sighing, "Babe, please say you don't need to go into the kitchen anytime soon..."
All the small things that should piss you off, especially when he did in fact nearly burn down your house trying to cook chicken nuggets and chips. You didn't mind looking back, at least he was there in them moments with you.
