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wisteriagoesvroom · 4 months

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📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

#f1 fic rec #f1 fanfiction #lestappen #landoscar #maxiel #groto #brocedes #f1 rpf fic #i don't know that carlos/oscar have a ship name yet?#sainztri?#Carloscar #f1 rpf #wiz.recs #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #did i spend a full hour at work doing this last week instead of my actual work?#yes -- very yes

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findafight · 2 years

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Saw a prompt on the kinkmeme of the kids all being werewolves DESPERATELY trying to get human Steve to realize he's part of their pack and like. Listen. Okay. Listen

Steve has fought monsters from alternate dimensions. He has accepted Shit's Crazy in Hawkins. But he also needs someone to hold his hand and be very clear about instructions and other social things. So when they kids casually mention being werewolves he assumes it's part of their little dragon rpg game. No one can really fault him on this!! Alternate dimensions and superpowered children are on a different level than magical creatures!!

Hawkins is like, a safehaven for supernatural folks. Werewolves especially, with chief Hopper around. (The Party is a pack that's young, but has strong bonds) There's some vamps, though they mostly feed off energy (god knows the Munson boy does with his dramatics and penchant for getting into parties to deal) witches, of course, also like Hawkins and have good rapport with the locals in the know. (Mr. Sinclair is well known for his soothing muscle creams, household blessings, and the occasional curse.) Fae also are known to wander the streets.

All this to say, Robin is a selkie. One time in highschool Steve picked up her coat that had fallen off the back of her chair and handed it to her. The other humanish folks in the room went dead silent and stared because WHAT THE HELL Robin Buckley is soulmates with Steve Harrington??? But it's quickly forgotten and marked as a fluke. It keeps happening tho. At scoops he helps her get her coat on when it's raining and she's going through the five stages of grief because how is her soulmate a boy?!? THIS boy in particular?!?

And then she realizes, on a grody mall bathroom floor, that yeah, Steve's her soulmate. She tells Steve a few weeks after starcourt and he's like ".......what." so she drags him to his pool and puts her pelt on, transforming into a cute seal in front of him and he's like ".......WHAT!" because eshes a seal but her smile is the same and he proceeds to pat her belly and worry that the chlorine isn't good for her and that they should go to lover's lake so she can get a good swim in.

He still doesn't realize the kids are werewolves until Dustin begs Robin to just tell Steve, he'll believe her he's ALREADY believed her!! They need their human!!!

And she goes "uhg. Fine. But one of you'll have to transform for him he's more of a visual and tactile learner"

Dustin goes mistyeyed "ohhhhh I bet he gives the BEST belly rubs and ear scratches..."

Robin is SO SMUG because Steve absolutely gives the best belly rubs and seals are just dogs of the ocean.

So eventually Steve gets In The Know of all supernatural, non-upsidedown, happenings in Hawkins.

And then he turns nineteen.

His parents, both in town at the same time and on his Birthday no less, sit him down to tell him about the Family Legacy.

Harringtons, after all, are notorious Monster Hunters.

#steve harrington #robin Buckley #platonic stobin #dustin Henderson #steve and dustin #stranger things #the party #finda writes stuff #steddie #vampire eddie munson #werewolf party #supernatural au #not spn au just supernatural ok OKAY #selkie robin Buckley #steve is their token human and they love him so much #human steve au

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lilyrizzy · 4 months

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revealing myself as the author of this kinkmeme fic & cross-posting here bc why not! romeo & juliet au

Shoving his way through the dancing bodies, Max searches for something to bring him relief from his pounding head, his sweating palms. The faces belonging to the bodies are all blurred, occasionally shifting into focus to reveal the gold-trimmed, bold-coloured masks that most of the partygoers have opted for in place of a real costume.

The metal armour of Max’s own creaks as he moves, but the noise is lost underneath the thrumming of the bass. It repeats only inside his head with every step he takes, the memory of it captured earlier in the quiet of Helmut’s drawing room as he and the boys had prepared to leave.

Don’t go making trouble tonight, they had been warned, but that had before the endless shots hand delivered by Gianni, the pill Martin had presented to him with a sly grin.

Let ’s have some fucking fun.

The fun burnt up just as fast as the ecstasy in Max’s bloodstream, until all that remained of the vibrant colours and wondrous elation was his pounding heart and the grinding of his back teeth.

Stumbling out from the crowd, he makes his way back to the same bathroom he and Martin had giggled their way out of only an hour or so earlier. With shaking hands he plugs and fills the sink, dipping his head underneath the gold faucet when it is only halfway full because he can’t wait a second longer to fill his burning throat with cold liquid. When it’s near the point of overflowing, he dunks his entire face into the bowl.

The cold has prickles erupt over his scolding cheeks, like a thousand tiny needles dancing on the surface of his skin. It’s a pleasurable pain, sweet relief followed quickly with a growing, then agonising discomfort. Lifting his head when he can take no more, he stares at himself in the jewel-framed mirror, watching the water slide down his face and drip from his chin as he pants.

His silver mask floats on top of the cool pool or water, but he doesn’t move to place it back over his eyes.

Let them throw him out; he’s ready to go home anyway.

He swipes a hand over his face, and then across his head. Hours ago he had a helmet as part of his costume, and he wishes he still did to hide his dripping wet hair. It’s long since been lost in the chaos of the evening.

Nobody throws a party like Horner. Max’s pupils are still dilated, his cheeks still flushed pink in testament to that well-regarded fact.

The flush of a toilet behind him disturbs his dissociation and has him pushing away from the sink. He means to make his way back towards the party, but his steps are sluggish and lingering, unsure of where to go. Gianni was his ride, but only a few moments before Max had escaped from the sweating mass of dancers he’d spied him at the bar, helping himself to a bottle of whiskey.

Away from the main hall, the music is quieter, a low murmur punctuated only by the vibration through the floorboards underneath Max’s feet. Every room he has seen has the same garish decor, crystal chandeliers glistening overhead, rich velvet drapes of royal red and forest green drawn across every window to conceal the depravity occurring inside from the respectable front the Horner family portray to the outside. This one, stuck between the place where they snort their drugs and the place where they dance them away is no different.

Showing off their new money Helmut would scoff, like he didn’t compete for the same back alley jobs as Christian, didn’t fill the same corrupt officer’s pockets, just on different days of the week.

To Max, a beautiful thing is a beautiful thing.

Glancing around with awe that would no doubt have his father disown him, something sparkles in the corner of Max’s eye, capturing his attention. Turning towards it, he sees it is the ripple of water trapped inside an enormous tank he didn't notice earlier. Fish every shade of the rainbow gliding through it with ease.

The colours are so bold that Max almost wants to rub his eyes again. To pinch himself, remind himself that it is time to wake himself up from his drug-induced stupor, but-

As he steps closer to the glass with a small smile, eyes tracing the movement of the beautiful creatures, something warmer slides into focus.

Deep brown eyes tracing the same fish Max is, wide in a kind of wonder. Then, meeting his through the ripples of water, wider still.

Max’s breath catches in his throat, as he blinks the rest of the face into focus. In an instance, every extravagance of the evening fades into insignificance, becomes a poor imitation of the beauty held in the teasing curve of lips that the stranger offers him through the glass when Max cannot tear his gaze away.

There’s more than lovely eyes; dark curls, a proud nose and tanned skin. Against the white feathered wings that sit just above his shoulders, it looks the colour of honey and Max imagines would be just as sweet to taste. There is dark ink snaking across his bared collarbones like vines that speak of nothing angelic, and instead only of Max’s desire to consume.

Is this what it feels like, to fall in love?

Hello, Max mouthes almost helplessly through the layers of glass and captive ocean between them. When the man only raises an eyebrow, questioning, Max raises a hand and waves.

This gets him laughed at. Instead of embarrassment, it’s pleasure that has his cheeks burn as a giggle slips from his own lips, fogging the glass in front of him. He resists the urge to press his face against it to see the man better.

Instead, he steps to the left, meaning to move around the fish tank and see the man with only air and no water between them. Wants to move closer until there’s nothing between them at all.

The man seems to have other ideas.

He steps quickly in the opposite direction to which Max walks, teasing. Max stops, raising his eyebrows in his own question, but the man only bites his lip as though trying to hide his grin. Around them, people pass by- or at least they must. Max hardly notices, as though the world has narrowed to only the two of them.

Max steps backwards and again the man evades by stepping back in the direction he just came. For a few moments, they continue like this. No matter which way Max moves, the man dances the opposite way, no longer trying to hide his smirk. Max finds that despite it being at his expense it is a smile easy to return, the way no other has been before it.

Finally, the man's face splits into joyous laughter that Max can just about hear. His body tumbles against the glass as though he has knocked himself from his feet with his own silliness, the palms of both his hands pressing against it. On several of his fingers, there are gold rings that the light through the water dances off.

Max finds himself laughing also, raising his own hands to touch the tank, as though he could press against the man's skin through it.

When the laughing has subsided, the man steps back, raising one finger to beckon Max to him. Max goes, powerless against his need to give this stranger whatever he wants. This time, he doesn’t move when Max steps around the tank until they are face to face with no body of water between them.

“Hello,” Max says again, and this time he doesn’t wave. His blood is hot from their game, thrumming in his veins. Now it is easy to see the rest of the man's costume, a white slip that meets the floor, the hem edged with golden thread.

It is normal at these parties, for men to go in women's clothing. Martin himself is tonight sporting a denim mini skirt and strapless, tiny top borrowed from Victoria for the occasion. This man's outfit is much more tasteful, of course.

A good girl, Max wants to say nonsensically, just to see if he could get the man to blush.

There is no modesty, however. Instead, there is a slit in the fabric of the skirt that travels all the way up to the man's hipbone, a plunging neckline. One strap is dangling just off his shoulder, and it would only take one nudge of Max’s fingertips to reveal his tit, his nipple that would no doubt be the same rose colour as his mouth. This knowledge feels particularly indecent to the lion prowling in Max’s chest, looking to devour.

Though raised to be classy in his own way, reserved and polite, his upbringing abandons him in favour of molten desire pooling in his stomach as he steps closer, and closer, until the man's back is pressed firmly against the wall behind him.

His fingertips itch with the need to touch, but is places them instead on the brick at either side of the man’s head. He’s still laughing; Max wonders if he knows how not to.

“A knight in shining armour,” the man says, eyes sliding from Max’s face down to his toes, in a way that makes Max want to strip it all from his body, lay his flesh bare for more of the same interested gaze. “Very original.”

The teasing edge to his voice is bolder than Max is used to from strangers, startling more laughter from him also.

“What, you do not like it?” He asks, placing a hand over his breastplate, where just underneath his heart is beating for a different reason than the drugs. “I suppose, of course, a fairy is much better.”

He lowers one of his hands to tug playfully at the feathered wing protruding between the man’s back and the brick wall Max has him backed up against.

It is the stranger’s turn to sound affronted.

“I’ll have you know, I’m an angel,” he insists, and he mimes looping a halo around his dark curls with an outstretched index finger. “I just lost my halo dancing.”

Max smirks, then presses a thumb to the man’s plush bottom lip. Immediately, his eyelids flutter shut and his mouth slips open. Hearing his breath hitch has Max’s cock- trapped inside his stupid costume- twitch with interest.

“How lucky,” he murmurs, leaning in so the words are half breathed across the angel’s parted lips, “that you fell from heaven, just for me.”

Girls in his position would usually swoon at Max’s interest, but the man laughs and throws his head back, his eyes still closed. It makes his curls fan out against the dark brickwork, makes his body arch up into Max’s.

“You need to get some better chat up lines,” he says, but his voice is breathy, like he cannot drag enough air into his lungs to make the insult land the way it should. Max silences him by pressing his hips harder against him, unable to help flick his gaze downwards, desperate to see where the man is pressed into Max’s body, wanting to know- Unable to feel because of the hard metal separating them.

If only he was wearing nothing more than an elaborate bedsheet, like-

“Tell me your name,” Max pleads, hand moving from the man’s lips to the back of his head, wanting to protect his delicate-looking curls from the rough scrape of the wall.

The man's eyes slit open again. It sends a thrill through Max, how the man can look him dead in the eye the way the women he’s had never can.

“Where would be the fun in that?” He asks. His hands have fallen by his sides, palms flat against the wall behind him, as though caught somewhere between surrender and submission.

Max makes a noise of consideration, before dropping his mouth down daringly to press against the ink on the man’s shoulder. This close, he can see that they are tiny rose buds in various states of bloom.

“I can think of other ways we can have fun,” Max counters, slotting a leg between the man’s thighs. He hisses, hips rutting against Max, as his lips continue to graze over the delicate skin of his throat. “I could have lots of fun with you, in my bed.”

He would be lying to say it didn’t give him some kind of thrill, taking something so beautiful for himself under the roof of his lifelong enemies, in front of their eyes, but at the same time- This was more. A treasure too precious to be shared.

Even so, Max’s hand snakes under the skirt of his costume, finding the deliciously smooth skin of his angel's inner thigh.

“Let me take you home,” he pleads again, nose brushing against his, as his fingertips inch higher and higher. “Just having this has ruined me for anyone else, I-”

There’s a flurry of noise behind him, the sound of shouts and a door crashing open. Still, it takes the calling of his name in Martin’s frantic tones to have Max dragging his face away from the strangers, looking over his shoulder.

“Max!” Martin says, his pleading face coming into focus, penetrating the light of Max’s personal heaven “Mate, we have to run. Gianni’s been found out, and-“

He pauses, looking between Max’s face and then his lover's. Eyes growing wide, Max is about to ask what the fuck the matter is when Martin is clutching his arm hard and yanking him away with a few forceful tugs.

“What the fuck!” Max spits, looking apologetically back to the man, except-

Except his own eyes are wide now, with fear. They’re fixed on the pendant that Martin wears around his neck, Helmut’s crest, which has slipped from underneath his costume.

“Really, Max, we need to- I don’t think you want Horner to catch you feeling up his golden boy,” Martin says again, desperate, and everything finally slots into place inside Max’s love-drugged brain.

“Daniel,” he whispers, glancing back at his- At the angel.

“Max,” is all he replies, something between salvation and despair. Then, pushing off from the wall and reaching as though to catch Max’s hand, he says firmer, “wait, Max-“

But Max is already running.

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Later, in Gianni’s car, Martin doesn’t excitedly tell the story of how he caught Max nearly fucking the son of their enemy, the way he would had it been any other conquest. Some lines, in their world, are too bold and bloody to cross.

Instead, he sneaks quiet glances at Max as they drive away from the Horner mansion, as though there is a question burning on the tip of his tongue that he doesn’t dare to ask. It becomes so irritating that Max has to close his eyes.

In the darkness behind his lids, he sees Daniel again. This time, there is the shine of a halo above his head that illuminates the rest of him, bathes him in gold. The knowledge of who he is does nothing to sever the pull Max’s heart feels towards his, his only regret of the evening being he didn’t take more while it was so ripe and real underneath his fingertips.

“Max,” Gianni questions, but his voice sounds far away as though Max’s ears are in the water of the fish tank. “What has gotten you so mellow? Too much to drink?”

Martin scoffs, something pitifully knowing in his voice.

“He’s gone and fallen in love.”

#fic #max/daniel

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shinelikethunder · 2 years

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#you gotta know how dire the gay tv landscape was in 2005 to understand why this show hit livejournal like an a-bomb#even if you were lucky enough not to get hit directly you were still living in the fallout zone of whatever the fuck this is

PLEASE elaborate 💖 i am sitting and taking notes

i mean, pretty much what it says on the tin - this was before even Glee, it was a fuckin' wasteland out there, especially for major/recurring characters in genre TV. Xena was over; Willow/Tara had long since gone down in flames; Doctor Who had just been revived by a gay showrunner who was being absolutely pilloried in the press for "pushing a gay agenda" over the mere existence of Jack Harkness. hell, even as late as 2009, when Torchwood had been a thing for several years and Russell T Davies was getting fan backlash for killing off one half of the juggernaut m/m pairing, know what the, again, then-current Doctor Who & Torchwood showrunner's advice was for shippers threatening to ragequit?

"I thank them for watching the show and I recommend they go watch Supernatural, because those boys are beautiful. And don’t tell me they’re brothers. [Laughs] Not in my mind."

over on livejournal, fic communities had been trending more and more open to weird shit for a while, but SPN was basically every possible kind of catnip for slash and iddy kink fic rolled into one and the only price of admission was getting over the incest thing. it... pretty much opened the floodgates on taboo fic. (not that there was any shortage of weird shit in, say, harry potter fandom, but there was still a mainstream vs. weird shit distinction, y'know?) the SPN and J2 kinkmemes were like. the twin black holes of weird gay porn at the galactic center of LJ fandom. the shit SPN generated/popularized spread so fast and so widely that it was Basically Impossible to exist on that corner of LJ without constantly hearing echoes of the latest bizarro J2 drama or encountering tropes that had crawled out of the seedy underbelly of SPN fic. we're talking "documented Patient Zero origin of the omegaverse" here.

basically, up until 2 months ago i had only ever seen one episode of this damn show in my life, but i feel like i've been unwilling neighbors with it for 17 fucking years, lol. because ever since the show first aired, it's been impossible to be in slash fandom and NOT be at least adjacent to it.

#supernatural #meta #fandom history #bloodyfirstblade #stanfordsweater #wincest #livejournal #russell t davies #fandom #shine watches spn

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wettyre · 6 months

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De-anonning a kinkmeme fill - literally the first thing I’ve ever written despite reading fanfic for like, 15 years. Definitely never read omegaverse before F1, and now I’m out here simping.

Just One More, Baby

“Then cum for me, Baby, be a good boy and cum on Daddy’s hand. I already prepared the bed, I know you have accidents when you cum sometimes. It’s OK if I get wet, I just want you to cum for me.”

Alpha Max overstimulates omega Charles' pussy. Charles pees when he comes.

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 smut #charles leclerc smut #max verstappen smut #f1 fanfic #f1 kinkmeme #twilight fifty shades of grey and suits fanfic walked so lestappen could run

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theboyskinkmeme · 7 months

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Intro | Guidelines | Etc

Yes this is a kinkmeme, yes it's on tumblr dot com instead of dreamwidth and that is because my life is on this site so we're gonna see how this goes

General guidelines:

18+ of course

Ask = Prompts

If you've got something unhinged you want to see written, send it here - you can do this anonymously or not. It'll get numbered (in the reply), tagged and posted to the @theboyskinkmeme page.

Submissions = Fills

If you've read a prompt and been like fuck yeah I'm gonna do this and then ACTUALLY do it (amazing! you're a superstar!) then send either the fill itself (text post) or a link to the AO3 page - you're welcome to do this anonymously or not as well. Please include the prompt number, rating, content warnings and title (if you've got one) at the beginning of the submission.

All characters, ships, and content allowed!

I will tag as many necessary trigger warnings as possible (and hopefully it's a lot!) when posting things as well, but please feel free to shout at me if I miss something - speaking of:

Questions!

Please send questions about this over to me at @ex0rin for not clogging up the main page with additional asks 🥰

I have no idea if this will pick up but I deeply need more deranged/ unhinged content in this fandom and am hoping there's others out there who are down to write some messed up stuff.

#the boys #kinkmeme #the boys kinkmeme #hughie campbell #billy butcher #homelander #kimiko miyashiro #frenchy the boys #frenchy #mother's milk #queen maeve #starlight #the deep #black noir #a train #soldier boy #ashley barrett #lamplighter #and others

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ex0rin · 7 months

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we need a depraved The Boys kinkmeme, how do I make this happen

#the boys #kinkmeme #cara writes #tbh i'm surprised and sad at how... soft?? the fandom is 😅#where are all my non-con peeps at I know you're out there #somewhere #boring text posts

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thelordofgifs · 2 months

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you know i can't resist! Caretaker burnout notes for the ask game please? If that's taken already, the Curvo roleswap......<33

(WIP titles ask game) I answered the caretaker burnout notes here! <3

The Curvo Maglor roleswap is a fill for the Silmarillion Kinkmeme, an AU in which Maglor dies in the Second Kinslaying and Curufin survives. Nobody is particularly happy about this turn of events, so far.

This is another WIP that is still in its early stages, but here's a (rather rough) snippet:

It is Lúthien’s fault, Curufin reminds himself. Lúthien and Dior her shadow-puppet, working her will in the world long after she herself has fled it: and although the boy is slain Lúthien’s line lingers yet, for they did not find the girl-child, Dior’s youngest. Lúthien took Curufin’s son from him, and now Dior has claimed his brother — how much more will they take from him? Maedhros laughs, the one time he expresses this sentiment. “Tyelko got himself killed,” he says, “with his blind and foolish recklessness — and I did not stop him — and now—” His face goes white. He gets up suddenly from the dining table and leaves, and does not emerge from his rooms for another week. In truth Maedhros is going mad. That was the most Curufin had heard him speak in months; when he sits in company he will more often stare blankly at the wall, his eyes hollow, his lips half-parted. Sometimes he turns his head and looks very intently at something that is not there. Curufin has found him wandering the grounds outside the fortress, half-dressed, more than once.

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3+1 Bryan Cock Warming

Rating: Explicit Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Relationships: Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson, Bryan Danielson/Claudio Castagnoli, Bryan Danielson/Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley/ Bryan Danielson/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, Bryan Danielson/Eddie Kingston, BCC Poly Kinks/Warnings/Ect: Cock Warming, Daddy Kink, BDSM, Punishment, Dom/sub, Subspace, Anal Fingering, Cock Cages Word Count: 853 Summary: Three times Bryan gets his cock warmed, and one time he warms someone else's cock. [AEW Kinkmeme Fill] [ao3] [faggotmox@dw]

1: MOX (Zen)

The warm, soft, fluffy look of bed and Bryan neatly nestled into the pillows wasn’t enough to redirect Mox’s anxious energy. For the last thirty minutes Bryan had watched Mox pace around, moving this or that, putting something away or in a travel bag as he got ready for their next round of flights.

Sometimes Bryan would just let Mox work himself up. Maybe that was mean, but offering help too early in the process of anxiety tended to lead to fights. Plus it let Bryan relax comfortably while he watched his very sexy, jacked, and shirtless boyfriend move around the bedroom manically. As nice as it was to watch Mox bend over and crouch in the very tight red boxer briefs, Bryan was starting to get dizzy just watching him.

“You need to relax,” Bryan called out tonelessly.

“Fuck off,” Mox snapped, throwing up the middle finger as he ignored the comment.

“I’m serious,” Bryan sighed, tucking an arm behind his head. “I mean, I do love watching your ass in those shorts, but if you get any more worked up then you’re not going to sleep well and I’m not dealing with you being grumpy while we travel tomorrow.”

“You’re an asshole, Bry.” Mox glared but at least stopped pacing.

“Why? Because I don’t want the man I love to be miserable and exhausted while traveling all day because I know that makes him feel fucked up?” Bryan smirked at the pissed off look that got from Mox. “I’m serious, Jon. I’ll help you finish in the morning.”

“And I suppose you’ll help me relax now?” The defensive look on Mox always made Bryan think of a grumpy puppy.

“Yup. So come to bed.” Bryan examined his partner very closely as the wall started to break down. There could have been a moment where Bryan needed to push harder, but Mox finally caved and climbed onto the bed. “Atta boy.”

“Are you gonna be a total prick the entire time?” Mox shot him a look as he got onto his side of the bed with a huff.

“That was sincere!” Bryan laughed. It was hard to make Mox take him seriously sometimes, but that was partially his own fault for always teasing the guy. “There’s a hockey game on. Let’s watch it.”

“Oh-kay…” Mox looked suspicious as he sank into the bed.

“Hey,” Bryan paused in his work of changing the channel to actually look at the other man. He reached up and took Mox by the chin. “Just let me help you relax, Jon. Trust me.” He was trying to express that he saw genuine distress without forcing Mox to be embarrassed.

“Yeah. Fuck, alright. Sorry.” Mox shrugged a little as he inched closer.

“C’mere.” Bryan pulled Mox flush against his chest and threw the arm with the remote over Mox to change the TV. “It’s going to be alright.” He assured quietly as the hockey game came to life.

It took Mox the first quarter to actually turn off and enjoy. There was still a lot of tension in his body so Bryan started running his hands up and down Mox’s leg and hip. Normally when they watched sports it was downstairs and it was much more lively, but this was just to take Mox’s mind off things.

When half time rolled around Bryan started to work on the next part of his Help Mox Relax and Get Out of His Head routine. A few light kisses roused Mox from his dream-like state. Bryan’s fingers fiddled with the hem of Mox’s underwear around his thigh.

“Go with it.” Bryan encouraged as he started to tug the red material down Mox’s thighs. “You won’t need those.”

Mox kicked the shorts off the bed while Bryan reached for the lube. It was good they had fucked earlier in the gym after Mox got frustrated that Bryan kept pinning him. It meant his partner was open and ready for him. All Bryan had to do was reapply some lube to Mox and then himself before he was gliding in with ease.

“Fuck…” Mox let out the long moan as he took all the other had to offer.

“You feel so good, Jon.” Bryan pressed his forehead against Mox’s shoulder. “Just relax for me.”

“I should find this kinda shit so annoying…” Mox mumbled, there was no bite in his voice anymore. “Your dick radiates zen or somethin’. Like a fuckin’ xanax.”

“Maybe I should start bending you over and putting it in you every time you start getting antsy.” Bryan grinned against his partner's shoulder.

“I wanna object ‘cause I feel like you’re teasin’ me, but your magic dick is working so I’ll let it slide this time.” Mox sighed as he leaned back into Bryan.

“I’d stop.” Bryan wrapped himself snuggly around Mox, just enjoying the feeling of his dick being warmed. “But I know you like it.”

“Fuck you…” Mox was already mostly asleep.

“I’ll fuck you in the morning, baby. Go to sleep.” Bryan shut off the TV so that there weren't any more distractions.

“P’mise?”

“I promise, Jon.”

2: CLAUDIO (Restart)

The weather outdoors was nice enough that Bryan had settled himself on his back patio to read. It was early in the morning; the sun was just above the horizon, his morning run already complete. After Grand Slam, Bryan found himself with a visitor.

The night had gone long with Claudio. The title lifted a weight off of the Swiss man that he desperately needed, the loss of it left him with nothing to hold onto. So he had sought out Bryan to be grounded. They had done a lot of work the night before, so Bryan was going to let Claudio sleep in. Despite what most people probably thought, Bryan considered Claudio's defeat to be an honorable one. Eddie wasn’t an easy enemy.

The back door opened up, causing Bryan to look over. A small smirk crossed his face as he took in the very sleepy Claudio. The old hoodie looked like it was one of Mox’s that was left around. A little too small for Claudio, and a faded Deftones logo. There was a questioning look on the larger man’s face.

“I thought you could use the rest.” Bryan waved him over. “I took a short run anyway.” That wasn’t true but it was a worthwhile lie.

Claudio made his way over, one hand rubbing at his eye making the hem of the hoodie ride up. Just enough of Claudio’s abs peaked out between hoodie and boxers. Bryan found a sleepy Claudio to be very cute. The little downturn of his lips until he got coffee, half lidded eyes, totally dreamy look. Before Claudio could kneel in front of him, Bryan waved him off.

“You did enough of that last night. Get in my lap, you deserve it.” He put the book aside as he moved himself into a comfortable position for Claudio to straddle. “That’s a good boy.”

It shouldn’t be so easy for a man that size to so easily fold onto Bryan’s lap, but he was frequently in this position. The heavy weight of Claudio eased onto him, knees resting comfortably against Bryan and the seat. Both arms went around Bryan’s neck as he reached around to hold Claudio at the waist.

“What do I have to do to get you to relax?” Bryan questioned, his hand stroking the back of the other’s neck. “You were a good champ. You’ll be a good champion again.”

There was a small shake of his head causing Bryan to sigh. Claudio had a hard time with the fall from grace. Even if he kept himself together at the surface, Bryan was there to see through the well put together facade. Gently, his hands started to sneak up under the back of Claudio’s (Mox’s) hoodie. The tender bruises being caressed made Claudio shiver. The damaged expanse of Claudio’s back was still smooth under Bryan’s fingers as he started to work out some of the muscle tension.

“Look at me,” Bryan’s soft command was enough to make Claudio lean back to look at him. Sad, warm brown eyes looking to Bryan for relief. “I know you’re having a hard time right now, but you have to tell me what you need. Even if it’s not in English.” They had spent the night running the gambit on punishment and discipline, things Bryan knew helped normally but didn’t seem to make a dent this time.

Quietly Claudio spoke in his native language. A request, as well as a confession, that was not meant to be understood. Sometimes it was a communication barrier, but sometimes it also helped Claudio admit things he regularly struggled to express. The larger man didn’t have to know Bryan had been working on his understanding of Swiss German. Of course his understanding wasn’t perfect but at least Claudio was talking now.

“Good boy.” Bryan reached up to put a hand on Claudio’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Rewarding honesty.

“You should be taking care of Mox, not--”

“Stop, Claudio.” Bryan’s voice was firm, his brows knitted together to show he wasn’t pleased with that. “If I needed to be with Mox, I would be. I need to be with you. I love you, too.”

That admission almost made Claudio flinch. Bryan started rubbing his thighs. As much as he loved and appreciated Claudio, when the other man got like this it became incredibly hard for Bryan, or anyone, to get a read on his sub’s needs. A constant was Claudio’s enjoyment of being touched, it always helped in every situation. Yuta most certainly didn’t get nearly as much out of the tactical work, and Mox almost exclusively wanted everything harder. Bryan knew he was much quicker with his other two, easier to jump into action because he knew what they needed, but Claudio was a continuing challenge for him. He had to work to distract Claudio as he formed his plan, going over everything he could recall as quickly as possible.

“You know what?” Bryan smiled up at the other man. “I need to clear my head a little while I think about how to help you.”

“Clear your head?” Claudio questioned. “You’ve run this morning already.”

“You’re right. I need something to relax me.” Bryan shifted his hands up Claudio’s thighs and around his hips to message the perky ass just barely concealed in the well worn boxers. “I love these boxers.” He mumbled as they started to rock against each other. “This soft pink looks good on you.”

“They used to be red.” Claudio mentioned, feeling slightly embarrassed that he hadn’t thrown them out yet. “I should have thrown them out a few years ago.”

“They’re your favorite pair.” Bryan shook his head. “I can tell they’re older because you’re more muscular now. You fill them out better.”

“A polite way of saying they’re too small.” Even though it was clear Claudio was joking Bryan quickly shook his head.

“I want you to accept the compliment.” Bryan hooked his fingers into the (apparently) faded red material. “And take these off.”

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio shifted up to start taking off his shorts.

“It’s daddy this morning.” Bryan distinguished. “Sir was last night.” He ran his fingers over the welts he left on Claudio’s ass.

“Daddy.”

The word stuck in Claudio’s mouth in a clumsy way that always turned Bryan on a little more than it should. Like it was something so foreign to his vocabulary that it didn’t make sense. Once the shorts were removed, Bryran stopped him from taking off the hoodie. It was cute. Bryan pushed his cotton running shorts down a little, allowing his dick to spring free. Of course he was hard. Anyone would be with 232 pounds of beautiful, sexy Swiss man in their lap.

There was always lube stashed somewhere. That was Mox’s doing. Bryan always had some in a pocket or bag, but this one time he was thankful to be able to get a bottle fished out between the cushions. A tiny smirk crossed his face when he found it. Claudio was a sensualist and cooling lube was one of those things that really got to him. The screw cap was silent, and the touch of the lube was entirely a surprise. The gel was a decent temperature, but quickly Claudio arched into Bryan as it started to leave a cool trail between his cheeks. Bryan’s fingers encouraged it to spread, and slip down to circle the tight ring of muscles.

“Daddy.” Claudio breathed in sharply as the first finger pushed into him. “Oh.”

“That’s it. Focus on the feeling.” Bryan’s soft words made the man in his lap shiver. The hand not currently engaged reached up to shield Claudio’s eyes from the rising sun. “Just feel. Don’t think. Don’t move. I’m going to take what I need, and all you have to do is let me. I’ll tell you exactly what I want. Understood?”

“Yes,” Claudio nodded against the hand shielding his eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Perfect. Keep your eyes closed.”

The finger loosening up Claudio was joined by another. Slowly Bryan finger fucked his sub as his other hand untied the bandana holding his hair back. The fabric was sweaty from his run, and dirty from the trail. He pressed it into Claudio’s hands.

“Blindfold yourself.”

Claudio followed orders easily and quickly wrapped the material around his eyes. There was some tension that got released as one of Claudio’s senses was removed. On a whim, Bryan grabbed the faded-to-pink shorts off the couch and stuffed them into Claudio’s slightly open mouth. The larger man only barely pulled back before relaxing again and accepting the gag.

“Good boy.” Bryan grinned to himself because he had figured it out. Another Claudio puzzle seemingly solved. “I want to finish some of my book in peace. So, all I want is for you to rest against me.”

The answer Bryan got was just a muffled moan. He withdrew his fingers and poured some lube on his cock. Even though his hands were messy Bryan gripped Claudio’s hips and positioned him right where he wanted and slowly started to push in.

“That’s good.” Bryan moaned as he sank deeper and deeper into the other. “Still loosened up for me from last night. I did a good job on you.”

It was a little hard for Bryan to not just fuck Claudio and leave it at that. Maybe he’d even go back to sleep. But that wasn’t the plan. After a few lazy thrusts and some more lube, Bryan brought him all the way down and kept him there.

“Good boy. Very good.” Bryan’s voice had an edge of a tremble to it but then again he was balls deep in Claudio. “If you can be still for me, let me relax and read, then I’ll reward you.”

“Yes, Daddy.” The words were almost too muffled but Bryan was able to just make out the sounds.

Once he was positive Claudio was situated, he was able to take up his book again. Reading it wasn’t really the goal anymore. Right now it was about giving Claudio a purpose, a way of serving Bryan that didn’t involve pain or punishment. Warming his cock on a nice, early morning while he read before breakfast was the perfect way for them to relax together.

In ten or fifteen minutes–maybe twenty if Claudio really slipped under–Bryan would flip them over and fuck Claudio good and slow until he begged to come. After that they’d go make breakfast together, which would consist of Bryan having Claudio cook for him and make their coffee. Hopefully it’d be the restart that Claudio needed. For now, Bryan was pretty content to cuddle his Swiss giant sitting on his dick.

3: YUTA (Penance)

The cold metal cage clicked into place, the lock secured with a disapproving grunt. The key was placed on a chain and draped over Bryan’s neck. The metal swinging against his chest as Yuta stared at it. The key would stay on Bryan and the cage on Yuta until his next win.

“Christ. Would you two hurry the fuck up?” Mox groaned loudly from the bed. He had to be forcibly separated from Claudio. “Stop mind-fucking him, Bry. He knows he lost. Let’s go.”

“You’re working yourself into the same punishment if you’re not careful, Mox.” Bryan shot back without looking away from Yuta.

“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been since Claudio busted that big bitch up?” Mox moaned dreamily as he reimagined the earlier fight.

“Patience, Jon.” Claudio smiled happily as he knelt on the bed and leaned over the brattiest of them all. “I’m going to fuck you for the rest of the night. Over and over again until you’re so exhausted you’re begging me to stop.”

“Fuck, fuck.” Mox whined as he arched up into the body above him. “Watching you beat the shit out of Josh was so hot, man. Like fuck.” His hands went up to grope Claudio’s chest. “You’re so fucking strong.”

“Claudio.” Bryan tossed a bottle of lube at the two on the bed. “Start getting Mox ready. Wheeler, since you like running your mouth so much, let’s put it to good use. Over the edge of the bed, suck Mox off while I get you ready.”

“Bein’ a little hard on the kid, aren’t ya, Bry?” Mox giggled a little as he was dragged down the bed by Claudio.

“I hate it when you get on commentary.” Bryan reached out to tug at the collar on Mox. “You get more mouthy than normal. If Wheeler makes you come before Claudio is ready to fuck you then you take Wheeler’s punishment until he wins his next match.”

“Oh, challenge accepted.” Yuta perked up at that but then Bryan shoved him face first into Mox’s crotch.

“That’s not a challenge, Wheeler. It’s a warning to Mox. Now get to work. All three of you.” Bryan threw a look at Claudio to get going.

A tiny smirk crossed Claudio’s face as he started to work Mox open. It was going to be his victory prize. While Claudio worked Mox open like it was his sole purpose to make Mox scream like he had on commentary, Bryan on the other hand took care of Yuta with clinical efficiency. At some point Bryan took Yuta’s hands and pinned them behind his back, making him grunt loudly at being off balance.

“You’re ready. Let’s go.” Bryan slapped the side of Yuta’s ass. “Claudio, take your prize.”

It was like letting a dog off the leash. Claudio practically pounced on Mox, who found it very erotic to be covered by the big man. Of course after watching that match, Mox turned Claudio’s celebration into a tussle. The pair grappled naked on the bed, laughter and gotchas sounding out. The act of physically dominating Mox was one of Claudio’s favorite forms of foreplay.

While the pair struggled and moaned against each other, Bryan sat in one of the deep hotel chairs that had a perfect view of the bed. Guiding hands moved Yuta to face the bed as well before taking hold of his hips and easing him down. The easy glide of Bryan made Yuta moan despite trying to hold it in. This was a punishment, after all. Cruel fingers reached around to wrap around the unforgiving metal cage.

“Keep my cock warm until Claudio is finished with Mox.” Bryan rattled the cage as he sank into the warm, familiar feeling of Yuta. “I want you to watch them. That could have been you.”

Yuta wasn’t sure if Bryan meant he could have been Mox or Claudio. Either way it was his loss. Losing was why he was currently caged. With a sigh he settled back into Bryan and watched as Claudio threw Mox into the side of the bed and bent him over, hips pressing into hips as Claudio fought to pin the squirming man’s hands down. Quietly he would keep Bryan warm until Claudio was done and Bryan got his victory lap with Mox. It could have been him.

+1: EDDIE (Intimate)

There are a lot of reasons why Bryan wouldn’t seek this person out for any kind of help, but he did actually have two very trusted recommendations. In fact, Mox texted him that he told Eddie that Bryan was already on his way. Unfair of Mox, but warranted. Bryan frowned as he found himself knocking on the door of Eddie Kingston’s hotel room.

“Come in!” Eddie called out loudly from inside. “Lock it, would ya?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Bryan frowned as he stepped into the room, locking the door behind him.

“I’m just finishing up.” Eddie had the bathroom door open. Steam was flowing around Eddie as he dried himself off with a towel. “Mox gave me a bit of a run down. I’m doin’ it as a favor to him,” Eddie paused, looking Bryan up and down. “And you look like you could use it.”

“Don’t be a dick.” Bryan glared.

“Stop being so sensitive.” Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed. “I meant it. Come in here.”

There was only a split second of hesitation before Bryan went into the bathroom. One of the towels was tossed onto the floor in front of the sink. Bryan eyed it and the rest of the stuff on the counter top. Eddie cleared his throat.

“On your knees, gecko boy.” Eddie was grabbing his toothbrush.

“Gecko? Gecko boy?” Bryan glared up at Eddie as he knelt down, annoyed that he didn’t get whatever insult.

“Yeah. Dragon’s are just fuckin’ lizards and you’re a small one at that.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Get my dick in your mouth while I finish up. Keep your hands behind your back and shit.”

“Eloquent.” Bryan mumbled as he shifted around on his knees before taking Eddie into his mouth. A little moan escaped him.

“See? Not so bad, huh?” Eddie reached down to stroke Bryan’s hair. “Just try to stop fuckin’ thinkin’ about shit, alright?”

Eddie easily filled out his mouth and Bryan centered himself on his breathing. Meanwhile, Eddie brushed his teeth and cleaned up his beard. And maybe a few other tasks, but Bryan's brain was starting to get fuzzy so he stopped paying attention. He could have stayed like that for hours, his mouth tightly wrapped around Eddie’s hard length. Neither of his stable mates were lying when they said Eddie had a good dick. It was easy to find himself drifting, especially with how little Eddie seemed to care he was there. He wondered what insight Mox had given him.

“Alright, alright.” Eddie pulled away from Bryan, not even pushing the kneeling man from him but walking away. “Follow. Hands and knees, gecko.”

“Seriously?” Bryan glared, not sure if he was balking at the insulting nickname or the crawling.

“Don’t play. I know you like to crawl.” Eddie shrugged as he kept walking away.

It was simply left up to Bryan to do as he was told or not. With an annoyed sigh, he crawled after Eddie. It took a while for him to catch up. By then, Eddie was lounging in his bed with SportsCenter going. There was an absent handwave as Eddie called Bryan up onto the bed. The mattress dipped with Bryan’s weight as he got up and crawled towards Eddie.

“Lay down on your side.” Eddie motioned.

“That’s…” Bryan glanced at the spot on the bed.

“What? A little intimate? I’m about to put my dick in you. Lie the fuck down.” Eddie shook his head, but didn’t seem nearly as pressed as he should be considering how annoying he found the ‘little vegan freak.’

“Fuck. Okay, fine.” Bryan laid himself down, facing away from the other, but then Eddie stopped him.

“Nah. Changed my mind. Here,” Eddie started pulling Bryan on top of him. “Mox got you all ready for me, right?”

“Yeah.” Bryan admitted, a blush rushing up his face. At first Bryan had insisted he could handle it, but Mox convinced him otherwise. Considering the thick length Bryan got a taste of in the bathroom, he should remember to thank Mox for that.

“Good. Hop on then.” Eddie put his arms behind his head and looked off towards the TV like nothing was happening. As if Bryan was borrowing a tool from his garage.

“Thanks, I guess…” Bryan grumbled as he got himself over Eddie. “Oh, fuck.” Bryan let out a little puff of air. “I see why Mox talks your dick up so much.” Slowly Bryan eased himself down.

“Ah, Mox. All that guy needs is a big dick with a rough thrust and he’s happy.” Eddie reached over to the bedside table to grab cigarettes. “You gonna freak out?”

“Don’t have much of a say, right? After all, Mox called in a big favor.” Bryan pointed out, just holding back his glare as he found himself fully seated on Eddie’s lap.

“Good answer.” Eddie winked before thrusting sharply up to make Bryan moan. “Good answers get rewards, gecko.”

“You’re seriously sticking with gecko?” Bryan groaned as he was slowly fucked.

“Yup.” Eddie sighed, his eyes closing as he started lighting the cigarette. “Ya know,” Eddie opened his eyes to look the other up and down. “I can objectively admit you’re pretty hot. Your core…” His fingers dipped between the muscles of Bryan’s abs down to the Apollo’s belt. “You got that sexy outdoorsman thing going, too.” But his eyes fluttered back to the TV as he took another drag.

“Did Mox tell you to sweet talk me?” Bryan almost laughed, thinking Eddie was just playing with him or saying something he wanted to hear.

“Nah. Look at me,” Eddie reached up to take Bryan’s chin in his hand. “Everything else gets left at the door when I do this shit. I don’t need to fuck with you or lie to you right now when you’re vulnerable. If I’m saying somethin’ it’s fuckin’ true, got it?” Eddie waited for a nod before he continued. “When Mox asked the favor I said yes because you needed something. I may think you’re annoying, I may not like you too much, but you asked for help and that gets respect in my book. Especially shit like this.”

Bryan blinked hard at Eddie. This wasn’t what he was expecting when he got sent down this path. It wasn’t an unfair assumption that Eddie was begrudgingly doing this for Mox because he loves Mox, but as it turned out Eddie was just…a good dom. If Regal was still here…Bryan shook his head away from Eddie’s grip to rid himself of those thoughts.

“Hey, whatever the fucks going on up here--” Eddie tapped the side of Bryan’s head. “It’s my job to help ya leave it at the door, too.” Eddie pitched his barely-smoked cigarette. “So, you like fuckin’ basketball or what?”

“Basketball is good.” Bryan agreed as he felt the tug from Eddie to lay on his chest.

A blanket was pulled up around them as Bryan settled into the position. Eddie was still inside him and he actually started to relax into the embrace. It felt strange, but it started to become easier. Eddie was gentle, one of his hands resting on Bryan’s back while the other scrolled his phone a bit. Mostly Bryan felt ignored, but also cared for, which was maybe exactly what he needed. He felt connected to a very unlikely person and let himself drift off. Away from the match and the loss and…

“Like a gecko sleepin’ on a rock.” Eddie mumbled, like he could sense the thoughts forming again in Bryan’s head.

“Fine.” Bryan laughed a little as he relented. This softer side of Eddie drew him in, completely unexpected. “Don’t you dare tell Mox.”

“Oh, sweet little gecko, I’m going to be callin’ you that from now on.” Eddie smirked.

“Asshole.” Bryan shook his head then found himself burrowing into Eddie’s neck a little more.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Now shut that yap if ya can. I’ll let you know when we’re done, alright?” Eddie waited for another nod before he surprisingly kissed Bryan’s forehead and went back to watching basketball.

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