El problema es que contigo no quiero una noche de sexo. Contigo quiero todas las noches de sexo que le quedan a mi vida, quiero mirarte a los ojos, quiero sentir tu piel, quiero besar tus labios, quiero amarte, quiero cocinarte, quiero viajar a tu lado, quiero recorrer el mundo, quiero contarte mis secretos, mis miedos, mis alegrías, mis rabias, mis frustraciones y que hagas lo mismo contigo. Porque no quiero sólo la noche, también quiero las madrugadas, las mañanas y las tardes a tu lado, porque quiero abrazarte y besarte de nuevo, porque quiero vivir contigo.
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getting into jongerrymartin is funny because i’m pretty sure most of us started out shipping jonmartin but also shipping jongerry because seriously they have so much chemistry in that one meeting etc. so we mash them together.
but this then leads to thinking seriously about what gerrymartin is like, and at some point you realize that it actually has so much potential and you’re left shipping not only a non-canon polyship, rare enough, but also shipping two characters who have literally never met and barely even acknowledge each other’s existence in canon, and it’s wild
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in honor of the anon who arrived in @everchased‘s askbox with “Jon and Martin smooching Gerry’s spine tattoos”, and also in honor of the user who went through all my ot3 fics on ao3 and left incredibly sweet comments, i deliver unto you: more
"You are a chiropractor's worst nightmare," Jon grumbles as he digs a knuckle into one particularly large knot of muscle in Gerry's shoulder. He straddles Gerry's back to get a better angle as he works. "I thought I was bad."
"You are bad," Gerry grumbles back, voice muffled by the pillow. "I think someone told you to relax once when you were a baby and you just decided to be the tense-est little man to ever walk this planet out of spite—" The rest of his thought is cut off by a garbled noise that isn't quite a grunt of protest, and isn't quite a moan, but it's effective at shutting him up all the same.
"Yes, well, I haven't gotten injured at work, so who is the fool now?" Jon's fingers work down the length of Gerry's spine, the eye tattoos on each knob studying his process.
Gerry mumbles something else but it can barely be heard over the sound of the apartment door opening.
"Hello?" Martin calls out, his keys jingling as he drops them into the dish. "Anyone home?"
"In here," Jon calls.
Beneath him, Gerry lifts his head enough off the pillow that Jon can see the wicked gleam in his eye. "Oh, Jon," he says dramatically, and loudly.
Jon jumps in surprise, hands flying away from Gerry's shoulders. "Sorry—" he starts.
But instead, Gerry just grins and gives another unnecessarily fake moan of pleasure. "No, don't stop Jon, keep going. Oh your hands!"
"What the fuck," Jon says once his pulse stops the frantic dance out of shock. "I thought I hurt you."
"Only with how good this feels. Don't stop, oh wow! Jon!" His next cry is muffled as Jon shoves a pillow into his face.
Martin appears in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and an amused expression on his face. "What?" he asks, eyebrow lifting. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"
Gerry laughs into the pillow before swatting feebly at Jon's hands. He's still pinned beneath Jon, which isn't much of a weight, but he doesn't put much effort into it. "Is it working?"
[[read the rest on ao3]]
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Okay NSFW but I love ace based humour where the punch line isn’t actually mocking towards the ace person and domestic jongerrymartin brain cannot stop thinking of this scenario where like
Right so when writing JM and JG I’m used to not having to worry about The Allo Agenda because both of them individually respect Jon so there’s never any sexy content. But with JGM it’s two allos one ace. So I’m imagining like. Gerry and Martin have some kind of an elaborate chart of times where they’re home and Jon isn’t because they don’t want to bother him or something, and I can clearly imagine Gerry nodding severely at the chart and going “Well Martin, we did it. We found the fabled Sexy Times.”
When Jon finds out he’s obviously like “I wouldn’t have minded?? I would have just sat in the living room and read a book or something, just because I don’t want to be involved doesn’t mean you can’t do what you want in your own home” but he also thinks it’s very sweet of them that they respect his boundaries that much
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