#No smut or anything just a couple of ppl realizing their emotions and stuff

[wifeglor]

14, 21 for maemag, 22 for gap pussy

hi hi!!! (From this list)

14. What are your favorite smut tropes?

I feel like you know them already :D But hmmmm more seriously... I think in general, I have "will think about something I initially found off-putting too hard and decide actually it is hot/fun/wtv" disease, so this would be a long and very inclusive list. I love a good power dynamic in smutfic (good in the sense of a fine vintage, not moral good), whether it's like a fun thing a sweet couple is playacting, an underlying reality for a ship, or outright dubcon/noncon. Obviously "power dynamic" can fit a billion tropes, but I love very many of those tropes for that underlying reason lmao. Also, I love when there's a lot of emotion, be it DRAMA, or angst, or hurt/comfort, or anything else. Obviously those strike different notes and it depends on the story, but like while I think it can be less "sexy" than pure porn I LOVE SO MUCH reading a good like "magical healing dick" conclusion to an arc of longing and woes. It's an orgasm of the SOUL. Or "magical healing baby spawned from magical healing dick," I am Not Immune to this (it's about the Cherishing). Also, I love those ppl on AO3 who are out there writing the most fucked up (affectionate) monsterfucking oneshots ft. worldbuilding with their original characters and original universes--doing Eru's work. ALSO I remember once upon a time being judgy about omegaverse and laugh because wow that really didn't last long on my part as soon as I opened those fics and realized there was longing inside.

21. Share a smutty headcanon about [character(s)]. (Maedhros/Maglor)

Wow who are these characters I've never heard of them before...

I feel like I need a whole essay to try to get out all my thoughts about them and it wouldn't entirely make any sense, but I think the one-headcanon version is like. Maglor longs to be claimed by Maedhros and please Maedhros and be absolved and loved and worthy & this translates well in his brain to being penetrated. Maedhros longs to feel like he can effectively take care of Maglor/make Maglor happy (something I think he has real despair and doubt about, but the resigned despair and bitterness that he can't correlates to how much he WISHES to) and also that his control issues/endless responsibility-taking are Working Actually And Perfectly Good & this translates well in his brain to penetrating Maglor (which is on unspoken offer from Maglor whenever Maglor is in the same continent and Maedhros is still breathing). Much love. I think that dynamic remains in play between them regardless of the sex act but this sure is my preference for them.

22. Share a DVD commentary on [one of your smut fic/smutty scene from a longer work]. (Mapmaking, known in my google docs folder as "gap pussy")

YEAHH okay. So this one has been lurking almost a full year (I think) as a handful of incoherent notes in my notes app, which sort of sketched out a lot of the dirty talk and action. This was very convenient for finally sitting down and writing it!! Which I had a lot of fun doing; every fic of mine for smut week has been pure self-indulgence. This fic owes a spiritual debt to Death and Taxes, an amazing russingon fic by TheLionInMyBed that was formative in my Maedhros thinking like... very early in my entry to Silm fandom stuff. I just loved Maedhros combining his politics and strategy (never turned off!) with sex and romance in such a blatant, funny, affectionate-but-instrumental way. Also, I've been making "Maglor's Gap " jokes since like. Forever, so it was bound to happen sometime.

The actual "strategy" on Maedhros' part here (aka the policies he wants Maglor to enact) is purely styrofoam porn setup and maybe doesn't really make sense, but I figured that's not what we're here for so I didn't pay it too much mind. What I did want to come through in that aspect of the story was Maedhros' affection for Maglor (kinda understated I think in this fic, but he doesn't want Maglor to die in like, say, dragonfire, and he will do all he can to prevent that. He wants Maglor to be as secure as he can, even though maintaining the siege/leaguer & his own trust & strategy mean Maglor is at great personal risk in this critical position) and Maedhros' tendency to taking leaderly responsibility (he's aware of the risk and that he's asked this of Maglor, & Himring will help out the Gap).

Also, in my head this is a spiritual sequel to my magnum opus Thine Ever, Makalaurë, despite the fact that in between these 2 Gap-era moments, Maglor by miracle of Yavanna's touch gained a pussy. This is a period I associate with a lot of hope for them and a sort of renewing of ties, testing and forging of Maglor's devotion and Maedhros' reliance on it, and Himring!Maedhros=sexiest Maedhros. I'm finding it really fun lately to write humor and dirty talk, both of which are kinda new terrain for me, so that's been delightful on my end. New terrain... ha

#answered #jouissants #💖💖💖 thank you so much for the ask!

[sleepdeprivedheretic]

Those Shoes (Ch.3)

Song Inspired: I Want You by Savage Garden

Notes: @youtubequeens Hope you stay hydrated and have a lovely time! <3 Here’s this bit for now :3

Warnings: Creepy people, not getting the hint that a person’s uncomfortable, unwanted flirting, and talk about emotions bc honestly what are they?

He smiled as Eijirou took a bite of his onigiri, Tamaki sighed softly at his younger brother, as said boy had specks of sticky rice on his face.

It was a lazy Sunday morning, the boys were home from school, and Taishiro was enjoying his day off.  

“Did ya have a good day at work, Papa?” The ruby-eyed boy inquired, and Tai smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Ya bet I did, kiddo.”

 He didn’t tell his boys what he had exactly did for a living, but he promised himself that he would, in the future. So far, all they knew is that he was a professional dancer.

“Dancing must be hard.” Tamaki broke the silence after chewing on his scrambled egg, and his father laughed.

“Nah. It takes a lotta practice. Did you boys had fun at yer day at school?” He pondered, sipping from his cup of coffee.

“Yeah! There was a nice new boy who was shy! There were some mean kids, but I protected him!” Eijirou rambled excitedly. Taishiro chuckled, and then looked at Tamaki.

“Mirio fell in a puddle. Face first. I had to take him to the nurse.” He shrugged, yet Taishiro didn’t miss the soft glint that speckled in his eyes. He smiled.

“That kid’s pretty resilient, huh? Anyways, eat yer breakfast, then we’ll head out to the park, alright?”

………………

It was a pretty November day. Skeleton trees hovered beneath the rich blue sky as your shoes crunched up against the fallen colorful leaves. Although it hasn’t been a week, yet, you were slowly re-adapting to your hostess job, and nit and tucking the dancer’s clothes.

You were surprised on how many had requested your services, staying absolutely still as you kept a cool facade, keeping the pointed needle from digging into skin as you measured, cut, and sewed loose fabric. You believed in your abilities, yet it felt as if it didn’t matter.

You weren’t good at holding the obvious flirty conversations that somehow were being thrown at you out of nowhere. They would giggle, and you had to still your hand so that you couldn’t accidentally jab their shaking bodies, whilst trying to be polite.

Where did the sudden interest come from? You wondered. Your mother, undoubtedly, was on high alert as she noticed it, too. The flirting, joking, the inquiring questions. Luckily, the fitting room had a camera, and thankfully, your patients had known it too, so they were extra careful in not doing anything that was against the regulations. Your mother was watching, you all knew.

Speaking of which, she did not try to make things better. She would wink, or make subtle little jokes, as she explained that it was good for business. You couldn’t help but press your mouth in a firm line.

You worked so hard, finding the perfect materials, ignoring your own discomfort as you bit the bullet and tried to focus on making the outfit snug and resilient, while the owners ignored your tense shoulders and set jaw. You were appalled, as they used alluring honeyed words, directed your attention to a “loose” fabric between their thighs, and so on.

You, feeling a surge of retaliation, growled out that it would cost extra for you to fix certain areas, and preferred that the outfit was on a mannequin, instead.

Your spitfire attitude had certainly weeded out a few of the unwanted customers, but, gained some more who thought it was a challenge. You didn’t miss the look of sheer pride from your mother, however, as she sported a wicked grin.

“That’ll teach them. Might make your blond a little less jealous.” She winked, and you paled in question. He was jealous? Of what? You were only doing your job, charging the dancers a certain amount, and giving your mother, your boss, a small part of the revenue as she requested. Although a thorn in your side, she was also a beautiful rose, and you knew that she was helping you in her own way, thus, opening your eyes more to the situation.

It didn’t take you long to realize, that yes, he was jealous, and you were too busy to acknowledge the possibility, until your mother had to basically tell you. So, you took your time to observe your surroundings.

Daggers for a stare had met each and everyone of the customers who had followed you into the fitting room, you’ve seen. While hosting, you started to take breaks to watch him, much to the oddly placed chagrin in the other dancers. His style was a little different, more suave and seductive, rather than downright dirty. Back against the pole, he slid up slowly as he jutted out his chin, staring at you through blond lashes while sucking suggestively at one of his suckers, hardly minding the crowd as he gave you a show that was basically personal.  

He was addictive, you couldn’t help but think. His outfits, dances, and downright attitude made the other’s shadow in comparison.

 It brought you back to the present. Your feet shuffled against the dirt as you pushed yourself on the swing, breathing out huffs of warm air that meshed with the chilly atmosphere.

 He didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable, either. He did make a request, to tuck in a few strings into his nurse outfit, you remembered it so clearly. He had strutted into your office around the right time, white fishnet stockings and heels blended in nicely with the light aqua blue fabric that left very little to the imagination.

“Jus’ some strings near the neck, Sugar. Might even give ya a sucker if ya behave.” He winked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how corny it was, earning a smug smile and tinted cheeks. Although a little flirty, he stood perfectly still as you fixed the frayed mess that was near his clavicle, feeling his warmth resonate around you as you couldn’t help but seep it in. You hoped that he wouldn’t say anything about it. How you could feel a thundering, fast-paced heartbeat underneath your fingertips, despite his cocky facade, your face blushing immensely, or how the atmosphere seemed as if it might just break from underneath the metaphorical weight between the two of you.

However, true to his word, he began letting out pieces of information.

“We actually go to the same college.”

 You stopped to stare at him with full surprise.

“What? Really?”

“Well, ya graduated before I did, but I live near the campus. I…kinda saw ya every day. Not as a stalker!” He rushed before you could think of anything.

“-as in, my road to the school kinda passes your road, and I couldn’t help but not look away when ya were…ya know…It’s a very connected town, so I’ve seen ya…around.”

Then it hit you.

“Ah, so you must’ve seen me doing volunteer work?” You murmured, and he nodded.

“Well, yeah. You’re a familiar face. Couldn’t really ignore ya, ‘specially when you’re bein’ so wonderful half the damned time. Ya don’t know me, and I know it might be a lil’ creepy, but I promise ya that I don’t mean to be.” He babbled, face tinting a little more pink, and your ears burned from the forward acknowledged statement.  

So he noticed your volunteer work, and where you lived, and yet you didn’t really see him creeping around the bushes, or any tall figure of his build stalking around, for instance.

“So…is this why you have a sudden interest?” You asked, and you heard him swallow thickly.

“Pretty much. Doesn’t help that you’re kinda allurin’. Like a magnet.” He finished lamely, eyes shifting as he bit his bottom lip, and you couldn’t believe the shy signals that he was giving off as your own cheeks burned.

“Ah. Um…yeah.” You couldn’t help but say, and he snorted. You jutted your chin up and was about to give him a piece of your mind.

“We’re both kinda terrible at this. Anyways, that’s what I wanted to tell ya. Been seein’ ya around and makin’ the world a better place, an’ so I couldn’t help but like ya.” He waved off your short-lived glare as your expression softened.

“I don’t understand? You’re shy but not?” You questioned, nipping the small extra thread that you’ve already tucked in.

He shrugged.

“Emotions are emotions. Ya do things to me that I can’t explain, and I make ya into a flustered mess, and vice versa. I was at first too fuckin’ scared to really say or do anything, because the last thing I wanna be, is to be a creepy stalker in yer eyes.”

“I think I understand. As I don’t believe that you are a stalker…um…how do you? How did you-”

“Body language is a dead giveaway. Studyin’ to be a therapist. Plus, it’s relievin’ to get another validation that ya don’t find me creepy. ‘Specially after hearin’ my story.” He grinned, and your shoulders relaxed as you finished up your work.

“Ah, all done?” He pouted, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You have another appointments, as well as my number.” You reasoned, and his eyes lit up.

“So, I could call ya?” He asked hopefully, and you found yourself nodding before you could comprehend what he said.

“Awesome. I’ll see ya around, Chickadee.” He hummed, digging into his wallet as he paid you upfront, letting his hand brush against yours, and yet you didn’t mind. All too fleeting, he sauntered away, but not before giving you a final look.

“The ball is in yer hands, in whichever ya want this to be. Although, I gotta up my game, if I wanna keep the competition at bay.” He winked, and then turned to leave the room. The wheels in your head had seemed to stop, before whirling again with realization.

So, he was aware of it all? The flirting and unwanted attention that you were gaining? As if he had to compete against anybody, you couldn’t help but think.

He wasn’t like the other “suitors” who were more aggressive and rude, you couldn’t help but think, your chest fluttering at the idea of him being your partner.

It’s been three days after that. You did shoot him a text, and almost immediately, he responded. He was forward with his interest, and you were still in a bit of confusion, why he, still a stranger, had decided to pursue you so quickly. You couldn’t help but think that the stars must have aligned in the both of your favor, or that it must have been fate, for you couldn’t help but start to like him, as well.

His forward approach, his respectful nature, the duality of his emotions, on how he could be so forward, and yet somehow kind of shy, he hunted at a distance, not too close or disrupting your boundaries, while never failing to look for you, or put on a show.

An excited voice rambled you out of your thoughts, a very, familiar excited voice, and your attention snapped towards the direction at the upcoming person, or people.

……………………………….

He sucked. He was a sucker, and he let his emotions get the best of him. Why did he have to spill out everything? Now she knew that he was an eager fool, and he didn’t mention the most important part; his two boys. Although not biologically his, blood didn’t matter, they were his sons.  

Of course, while in his interest in pursuing, he was so caught up with classes, dancing, and raising his kids, a lot of things had passed his mind. He remembered laying in the darkness of his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling as his heart clenched.

What if she was only attracted to his dancing? The two of them had never made plans to meet outside of work, and if they did, would she be turned off by his more shy attitude? His more softer, meeker side? Unwanted thoughts swirled within his head.

He was making a mistake, he was putting too much time into a woman who he barely knew, and if she did like him, would she like his boys? They would always be his first and top priority, he could never lower their needs before a potential future partner.

Growling, he picked up his phone, searching for her contact. He began typing, and re-typing as he made sure that the sentence sounded perfect.

Me: I know it’s late, but do ya wanna go to the park, tomorrow around 9 am?

He bit his lip and pressed send. It’ll just be a hang out, he told himself. He’ll bring his sons, and if she reacted negatively, he would stop cold. Maybe move to another club. It was his fault for not mentioning that he had kids, and he didn’t blame her for not wanting to deal with him for not telling her in the first place. She was an adult, she could make her own decisions, and children might not be her priority, and he could respect that. The fated ding of his phone pulled him out of his thoughts.

Chickadee: Sure. It’s supposed to be chilly, tomorrow, so wear something warm.

His cheeks felt like fire as his heart warmed up from the thoughtfulness. A chuckle escaped his throat. Even while texting, she still used proper grammar, and he couldn’t help but find that adorable. He kind of hoped that she wouldn’t be upset that he had kids, and he wouldn’t force her into anything that she didn’t want, if he did break it to her that he wanted to see her as a partner.

He was a dumb mess, he told himself. However, he wouldn’t mind to have her as a good friend, if anything else. He couldn’t help but like her, and she had a blunt, straight to the point attitude mixed in with that sweetness.

……………….

    “-lunch lady?!” A voice gasped in shock, the three familiar figures caught your full attention. Time stood still as you recognized the two small boys instantly, and behind them, stood none other than Taishiro. Surprise had hit you, but you couldn’t help but feel joy as little arms wrapped around your leg as you stopped the swing, seeing Eijirou glanced up at you with a toothy smile and bright eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile, pinching his cheeks a little as he giggled.  

“Hey, um, small world?” Taishiro asked, breaking you out of your trance.

“I volunteered at the orphanage a while back. That’s amazing, I’m so glad to you two, again.” You explained, looking at the boys.

“It’s good to see you, as well.” Tamaki said softly, and you smiled at the slightly older boy who gripped Taishiro’s jacket.  

“Oh, that’s pretty neat. Ya were in dietary?” He asked, sitting down on the swing next to you, Tamaki following closely. You looked down a bit shyly.

“Um, yeah. They were kind of short staffed, that year, and I was a pretty familiar face, so they asked, and I said yes.” You rambled, and he chuckled.

“You’re right about the pretty part.” He winked, and you huffed out a surprised laugh.

“Do you ever not flirt?” You inquired, and he grinned.

“I don’t flirt as much as ya think. Anyways, I wanted to know, if ya like to hang out with us, for the day?” He murmured softly at the end, and you felt yourself smile a little.

“I’d like to. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the boys. Although I missed the children, I couldn’t really stay, had college to go through, you know? It’s good that they’ve been adopted.” You rambled, watching Tamaki push Eijirou gently on the swing next to yours, the shyest of smiles graced the raven-hair’s features as the two were basically in their own little world.

“When I first came to this town, I didn’t really have anybody. So I took some time to think it over, and decided to adopt. They’ve been the light of my life for three years, now. Can’t imagine bein’ without ‘em.” He said softly, and you felt a burst of warmth envelop you.

“It’s good that they have a good dad. Do they know of your-?” You let the sentence hang, and he shook his head.

“Later. I doubt that they’ll judge, but I don’t want ‘em to know, just yet.”

It surprised you on how easy it was to make small talk, each of you opening up a little bit more. You fixed Tamaki’s coat, brushing the hair out of his eyes slightly when Taishiro had offered the group to get hot chocolate from the coffee shop that was near, chuckling as Eijirou’s eyes widened with pure glee.

Tamaki gripped your hand, Eijirou gripped Taishiro’s, and Taishiro held your free hand as the four of you crossed the street, and you couldn’t help but feel warmth at the domesticated atmosphere within your little group.

You wouldn’t mind if these sudden feelings stayed a little while longer.

#Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum x reader #What are emotions? #mmmM? #No smut or anything just a couple of ppl realizing their emotions and stuff #Like they should have in ch. 1 #Calling myself out

[smutty-ki113r]

ok show u an emoji? hm ...( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧ that one maybe? he has a really goofy grin <3 omg u think he was serious?? 0w0 i am known for being oblivious when ppl like me... i didn't notice that a past classmate was trying to get with me for a whole year until another classmate pointed it out-

YEAH?! u don't feel that? i am a very big smell person. i connect alot of things with certain smells. i use at least 3 different smelling things on my body at all times cuz it makes me happy. but if i have a partner i love sorrounding myself with their smell so i smell like them :>

yeah if u two don't get together imma beat bens ass. i hope u r crying happy tears （︶^︶）

i did make him a sandwhich don't worry lol. i was making sandwhiches for toby cuz jeff and toby r trying to beat bens highscore at some game. they forget to eat and drink-

i am sorry what?? wife me up?0-0 uh not sure abt that...i would rather be his personal servant than his wife-

i usually shift everyday once or twice but sometimes only every second or third day. for me it's like five minutes here are like 20 or 30 minutes there but i know it's different for a lot of ppl. i shift pretty often cuz irl only my best friend knows abt my gender. i don't feel comfy with outing myself since some family members r really against lgbt+ and whenever i try to explain it to them they don't even wanna understand. i don't want ppl to fight because of me. and when i shift all of them accept and respect me for who i am and it feels so good.

dude i actually think i stopped simping for ben because i am like friends with him now and i realized we wouldn't make a good couple. we basically just don't have any chemistry in that sense. AND you'll be his number 1!! more confidence pls >:[ my otp!

yes i do read him the fics. yes i like doing it hehe. i mean he reads me the jeff and toby ones <3 just friends being friends. no but ben thinks it's interesting what ppl think he's like in bed-

smut fanfics abt urself? man that's dope :> if i had that i'd just think i am so hot!

also; my binder arrived yesterday :> i almost cried happy tears when i unpacked it! i and today my stick and poke set arrived which is also hella dope owo

this is a lil vent; if u don't care feel free to skip: i had a driving lesson today and my driving instructor was super mean today. basically she just told me i was doing everything to slow but she was personal abt it... she said stuff like "r u this codependend in every part of life? do i need to tell u everything u have to do?" i literally cried a tiny bit while driving. she didn't even notice. i hope she isn't this mean next time. this never happened before...maybe she just had a bad day?

anyways i love u <3

-🃏

Thats such a cute emoji- I DO in fact think he was being serious.

Don’t beat ben’s ass please- happy tears YES but like 5 minutes after they’re sad.

YOURE SO NICE TO THEM!! Adorable- PERSONAL SERVANT??!!! OML-OUGYHVBJUIGYU it’s so nice that you get to be yourself in your shifting world. Well i support you <3 and I think you’re wonderful regardless. OMNG AND a stick and poke set??!!1 you need to let me know what you do! Also im so happy you got a binder!!

No, absolutely unacceptable. I don’t think you should be treated in that way ever, you are not stupid and you are not slow. Thats rude and she should be fired. Don’t invalidate yourself and then validate those who abuse you, i used to do that a lot.

(Sort of tw: my emotions ew. You dont need to read this next part but i just do wanna get it out because if i dont i might fall down and die) like literally, its not important at all. Just skip this.

Well yeah. Sad tears i guess. Like I absolutely adore the thought of me and ben being together but oh Jesus here we go again. I dont see any reason as to why anyone would like me. Im sort of the person you stay with a couple months of your life at the most, and then leave because im too much, or just disgusting i guess. I don’t really know. Its so hard for me to see anyone liking me. I mean i like me but i feel like nobody else does. Ive been put in second place so many times in my life, because of my body, or who i am, or what i am. I dont know.

I hate devaluating myself like this because I know in less than a day it’ll go back to me thinking im the best person in the world. But when im alone, or when i realize that im alone I can’t help but feel this way.

Like., why would anyone like me when im like this? When there’s so many other people out there who are probably better than me. Ill never be the best at anything.

And i hate the thought of falling deeper in love because what then? What if i do end up falling for him so hard that being alone would kill me. And when he abandons me, because everybody eventually does. What happens then.

Fuck i hate my life so bad. It’s like I can never be happy and I try to tell myself that I do deserve happiness, especially after what ive gone through but then every time i think im getting happy it stops.

I want to love him so bad. But why, why would anyone ever love me?

Anyway. I love you!!!1

#🚹

[peachybeatles]

ultimate bottom!John master post ;)

Every fic listed is mclennon, includes sexual content and is on ao3. Do feel free to add onto the list if I’ve missed anything! 

Be My Baby - crybabycry

“Tell me, Johnny,” Paul murmured, teasing his almost-auburn hair between his fingers, “were you a good boy today?”

John’s breath quickened, blush spreading as he readjusted himself on Paul’s lap. “No, Paul, I was not a good boy today.”

These Nights - Unchained_Daisychain

Music journalist John Lennon is tasked with writing an article on newfound pop artist Paul McCartney. A night of fame, music, and passion soon surround John before he knows it. By the end of it all, he’s not so sure he can manage to give up this star and these nights.

Father’s Day - ImagineBeatles

John and Paul have a different way of celebrating Father’s day.

Understanding - ImagineBeatles

John wants to know what it’s like to be fucked roughly after he had seen how much Paul had enjoyed it, when he had done it to him. Paul is more than happy to do it.

The First Scene - DemonDean10

John is an omega and has kept this secret from all his friends for years. Until one day while on their first visit to the U.S. he discovers he forgot his heat suppressants. There is an Alpha that could come to his rescue, but what will happen after the two wake up and realize what they've done.

Higher Education - smothermeinrelish

Starting anew in Edinburgh Scotland, John is hired as a conservationist at the University where he will be working along side English Literature Professor Dr. Paul McCartney. John is instantly attracted to his new supervisor and mentor, but the feelings aren't mutual? Are they? Set in modern AU, the teacher/ student relationship could be more than just a temporary fling.

You Teaser, You Pleaser - Unchained_Daisychain

John and Paul finally find time to put their new handcuffs to use.

John shrugged, but the smirk on his lips belied his nonchalance. He glanced at the handcuffs Paul held between their bodies. “Seize the moment, Macca,” he said, low, tracing a single finger along the ridges of one open cuff. “Or any accessible poles throughout the day. They always leave that part out.”

Tease Me - nipsynips

His bandmates had always called him the ‘kinky’ one, but they had always assumed it was him doing the tying and the holding down and the commanding. True enough, that was often the case, especially with birds, but it wasn’t his preference. In fact, contrary to what most people thought, John relished the chance to relinquish control every once in a while.

Patience is a Virtue - Peachy_Beatles

John is trying his best to song write despite his overactive imagination. Luckily, Paul is willing to reward him for his efforts.

Summer Rose - chanderson

John and Paul rekindle their relationship late summer 1980. John's feeling lost, and Paul's missing him in more ways than one.

Cutting Strings - Peachy_Beatles

Early 1969: With John’s increasing emotional unavailability, Paul is left clinging on to whatever he can get from him- no matter how unfulfilling.

I Blame Tumblr - DemonDean10

I would just like to apologize to the world and myself for doing this. Based off this Tumblr post by @johnsdoublechin: @ the ppl who say John isnt a bottom at my last post well I got MY SOURCES. George, Ringo, Paul, Brian, Cynthia, and Yoko have all topped him thanks for listening And so...this was born. Basically John bottoms for everyone. Everyone tops him. I did this instead of my actual fics.

Ten Minutes - ImagineBeatles, ChutJeDors

Paul had thought that his friends only wanted the best for him, with giving him a gift card to a brothel and all. Now, having ended up in a room with a stunningly handsome male whore, he needs to reconsider those ideas about his friends, and his beliefs in life altogether. It’s just for ten minutes, though… Definitely a once in a lifetime thing, and all that. Totally! Right? Right??

What Feels Right/ This Loving Game - ImagineBeatles

Paul and Julia have been going out for a while and now they’ve decided to move in together. What Paul hadn’t expected when he’d agreed was that he’d fall in love with her troublesome teenage son, John

like a river flows, surely to the sea - toppermostofthepoppermost

John is smiling around his cigarette, head thrown back, eyes fixed on the cloudy sky, and it takes Paul all of his poor will to mutter, “You shouldn’t flirt with your teachers, you know?” “In my defense, Mr. McCartney,” John quips, shifting his gaze to Paul, “you make it very hard not to.” Or: Modern-day AU where Paul spends his days teaching everything Shakespeare, getting angry at modern electronic devices, raising a five-year-old girl who's 50% puppy eyes and 50% sassy comebacks and trying not to fall in love with John Lennon, his university student.

The Consequences of Getting What You Want - deux_lunes

Why John Lennon really beat Bob Wooler up at Paul’s birthday party.

Queer - deux_lunes

Paul gives John what he desires

Discipline - deux_lunes

John has been an utter brat and Paul decides that he is in desperate need of discipline.

Skype sex.  - mickeymouse (Sgtmacca0)

day 8. john skypes paul in the middle of the night.

In the Back Seat of My Car - ImagineBeatles

Modern AU. After having met at Stuart's birthday party, John and Paul get down and dirty in the back of John's car.

It won’t be long - orphan_account

After some interesting scents were being left around everywhere the Beatles went, even without any women around, it became obvious that someone in the band is an omega and never told anyone. But no one seems to care, or even notice, but Paul. The only other alpha in the band, with John of course. And he sniffs out (literally and figuratively) who it is alone in the hotel.

James - JP (jpgr1963)

Paul helps John cope with stress while on tour in 1964.

Magical Mystery Tour Love - DemonDean10

Paul gets drunk one night during MMT filming and confesses his love for John. John had been in love for yrs and is elated. but when Paul wakes up he remembers very little of the night before, will he tell John or try to make the relationship work, even with all the moral conflicts it brings up?

Day 30: Who’s Your Daddy, Johnny Boy? - ImagineBeatles

John's been a naughty boy who needs his Daddy to punish him and make him learn his lesson. Or at least, that's what Paul thinks. Not that John isn't more than happy to indulge his lover.

Day 22: Over The Desk - ImagineBeatles

1968. John keeps bothering Paul while he's busy doing management stuff, which is highly irritating for the younger Beatle, especially seeing as John makes it abundantly clear he isn't going to leave until he gets what he came for. In the end, John gets a little more than he bargained for.

Day 18: Lazy Morning Sex - ImagineBeatles

John and Paul spend the morning in bed together.

Day 6: Clothed Getting-Off - ImagineBeatles

John had seen Paul watching him, eyes hot and determined, so he was not at all surprised when he was dragged into an alleyway and pushed up against a brick wall to have his lips positively snogged off.

 I Want You - sockittoem

“In which John gets really horny after doing coke, and needs Paul to fuck it out of him.”

The Night Before - andthemoondogs

[ Anon McLennon prompt: "The Night Before" ] John and Paul have a night of drunken sex, after which, John panics and gives Paul the cold shoulder until Paul finally confronts him about it.

Day 7: Naked/Dressed - ImagineBeatles

1964. On the set of A Hard Day's Night, John and Paul cannot get one particular scene right in which Paul has to drag John away from a couple of girl as they try to find Paul's grandfather on the train, so they sneak off to practise the scene together. Soon, however, the boys have other things on their minds than rehearsing a scene.

Kiss Me - orphan_account

Mimi is gone for a trip, and when John and Paul meet at John's house for practice, things don't go quite as planned.

masturbation. - mickeymouse(Sgt macca0)

day 4. paul masturbates at the thought of john.

bottoms up. - ffomixam

“Can we get some mclennon with a possessive, dominant paul and compliant john? (technically doesn’t have to be smut)”

breathe desperation. - ffomixam

 McLennon smut, something along the lines of a first time, unexpected, adrenaline fueled, thoughtless, desperate handsy-ness and making out backstage after a show with John as the more submissive and needy one?

love me harder. - ffomixam 

Could you write a fic about Paul fucking John in public while in Hamburg, being really rough and dominant and teasing John that someone’s going to hear them and see John taking it up the arse, and John just devolves into a cummy fucked-out mess.

Of Hot Chocolate and Rainy Nights - paulmcfartney

yall already know what's goin on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I feel like I’m the worst, so I act like im the best - KiwiPillow

John, a young ravishing man, who is absolutely uninterested in anything but himself really, gets pursued by his roommate to try a dating website! What could go wrong? Well, maybe your "match" could turn out to be a bastard stalker mobster boss with a serious daddy kink, who wants to work on your attitude. Shocked and upset. In the mob bosses defence, John is annoying as hell in this.

#mclennon #paul mccartney #John Lennon #the beatles #George Harrison #ringo starr #botttom john #fic rec

[horansqueen]

BabyGirl 6.0

NOTES:

♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it. ♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts ♥ 3.2k. fluff. ♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works. ♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass. ♥ sorry this is late! i cant say i love this chapter? and there’s not much about the daughter, but i wanted to make it about the parents too. more about Chelsea in the next chapter i promise!  ♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate.

♥ PART 1  // PART 2 // PART 3  // PART 4 // PART 5

                          6.0  ♥ DISCUSSIONS & CONFESSIONS ♥

NIALL

We decided not to put on music on the ride back home and after a while, I looked in my mirror to see Chelsea deeply asleep in her baby seat. I glanced at her mother but noticed she was staring outside, her forehead pressed on the cold window. It made me frown but I decided not to ask anything and put my attention back on the road. When I parked in front of her apartment, we remained motionless and in the dark for a while before she finally turned to me, sending me a sad and tired smile.

"I can't believe you bought a baby seat." she just said, turning gently to Chelsea as her smile turned into a fond one.

"I thought it would be better if I had my own." I whispered with a shrug. "It'll be easier than to always switch it from your car to mine."

This time, her eyes met mine and I smiled back.

"Thanks for the evening, Niall, we both had a lot of fun."

My eyes roamed on her face, trying to decipher her feelings and her thoughts, without much success. The night had been amazing, and spending time with Chelsea and her had made me happier than I had in a long time. Even performing on stage couldn't be compared to spending time with your children, and that was something I wasn't aware of three days ago.

I stared at her, the girl I used to love so much, and held my breath when the moonlight hit gently her profile. She was even prettier than what I remembered and once again, I tried to push away the happy memories I had with her. It was so hard to ignore the fact that we used to be in love, and even harder not to make up scenarios of what our life would be like if we were still a couple and had raised Chelsea together. I didn't want to think about it but at the same time, it was obsessing me.

I wouldn't admit it, but when she said she loved me too, and that the strength of her feelings was not the reason why she left me, it brought an indescribable emotion inside me, like my whole body was on fire. It changed everything, and if I had known that information before, I was pretty sure I wouldn't have given up on her. On us. I wouldn't have given up on what we had built, or the projects we had. I would have fought to save it. That thought makes me swallow hard.

"You're welcome, thank you for accepting my invitation." I added with a smile.

This whole exchange seemed too formal and polite and it bothered me. I got out of the car and she did the same, opening the back door and bending down right before I stopped her.

"Let me." I whispered, unfastening the belt slowly and taking Chelsea in my arms, making sure not to wake her up.

I followed her up the stairs, our daughters deeply asleep in my arms, and we walked inside. We reached Chelsea's room and I slowly lied her down on the bed, sitting next to her.

I felt her mother's presence next to me and turned my head slightly, quickly seeing the same t-shirt Chelsea was wearing the day before. My lips curled and I grabbed it as she bent near me. I could feel her warm breath against the side of my cheek and I shivered.

"Just leave the clothes in the basket near the door." she whispered. "I'll wait in the living room."

I remained a few minutes in the dark, staring at my daughter as she was breathing deeply. I had no idea why, but I felt my heart beat so hard against my rib cage that it started making me nervous. I finally took her shirt and sweatpants off as slowly as I could but had a harder time dressing her with my old shirt and when I was finally done, she groaned low. Her eyes only half-opened and she sent me a tired smile.

"Thank you uncle Niall."

I stiffened at her words, my eyes getting bigger and my heart jumping so hard I felt it in my throat. She simply closed her eyes again her lips still slightly curled, and I stayed a few more minutes just looking at her, not knowing how to feel exactly about what had just happened.

I finally grabbed the pink blankets on her bed to pull them over her body. She shifted on her side and her lips parted a bit, making her snore lightly. I got up, taking a few steps back as I stared at her and finally getting out of her room, closing the door extremely quietly. I wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans and inhaled deeply before going back to the living room.

There was a beer on the coffee table, waiting for me, and I smiled, realizing she was still drinking the same brand I made her discover when we were together. I took a seat next to her, far enough not to touch her but close enough to be able to reach her if i wanted. She turned on the couch to face me and I did the same, my beer in hands, making it turn slowly with my fingers as I stared at it.

"She called me uncle Niall." I just expressed, pressing my lips together and taking a sip of my drink.

When my eyes finally met hers, I could read how sorry she was. It was a bit surprising for me to see her so open about her feelings. I remember she was quite secretive, and wouldn't talk much about herself. In the past few days, though, I had seen her express more emotions than I thought she wanted me to see.

"She..." she cut herself and sighed. "Chelsea calls people 'uncle' and 'aunt' when she really likes them."

I nodded slowly, looking back at my beer again.

"It may not seem like it, but it's a good thing, I promise."

I looked up in her eyes and sent her a smile, raising my eyebrows.

"It made me happy, and I'm not sure why."

It really did. The fact that my daughter, who had no idea who I was 3 days ago, already considered me family, was bringing me over the moon. She didn't know I was her father yet, but if she already liked me, maybe the shock wouldn't hit as much.

My ex girlfriend moved closer to me on the couch and it took me out of my thoughts.

"Probably because it's a sign of affection." she explained with a shrug. "She told me how impatient she was to see you again. She's been talking about you non-stop since you left yesterday."

My lips curled without thinking and my head moved up to look at her quickly.

"Really?" I asked, feeling my heart lighter again. "I haven't stopped thinking about her."

"Yes, really."

Silence took place between us and I swallowed half my beer, feeling better suddenly. We could always stay together in silence without things getting awkward and that night was not an exception. I tried to remember every single detail of our evening, from how excited Chelsea was to how incredible the fireworks looked with her sitting on my shoulders. I wanted to engrave all of it in my memories to be sure I never forget it.

"I'm sorry, Niall."

I shook my head slightly to focus on my ex girlfriend. She rubbed her eyes and put her beer away, her fingers now playing with the bottom of her shirt.

"I know nothing will make my lie okay, but I promise to do everything I can to make this better." she explained again. "We'll tell Chelsea when you're ready. You can spend as much time as you want with her. I know we can make this work."

"I know you're sorry." I let out with a sigh. "You don't have to keep apologizing."

She stayed silent and tilted her head, looking at me in a way no one had before. It made sense, since I never had such a complicated history with anyone else in my life. I tried to push away the obvious attraction I felt for her and shrugged, taking an other sip of my beer.

"I didn't want to admit it, because it was easier to pretend I didn't but..." she licked her lips and it made me frown. "I missed you, Niall."

I couldn't take my eyes off of her lips as she pressed them together and nibbled on the bottom on after her confession. Thin, a soft shade of pink, and in the shape of a small heart, I remembered how perfectly they fit with mine and how her moans would make my whole body vibrate.

"I really fucking missed you." she continued in a lower tone, reaching very slowly for my hand.

I felt my free one tighten around the beer and stared at her fingers moving in my direction and reaching the top of my hand. Did I want this? Was I honestly ready to open up to her again, after all we've been through, but mostly after all the years wasted?

I allowed her hand on top of mine, the warmth of it making my heart jump in my chest, and remained motionless as she moved closer again. She was close, so fucking close, and my eyes moved from her gaze to her lips as she bent towards me. It's only when her mouth brushed against mine that I moved back without thinking about it.

Quickly, she took her hand back and I felt my skin throb exactly where her fingers were a few seconds ago. She closed her eyes tight and swallowed hard, breathing in and out. I felt guilt invade my whole body and when her eyes fluttered open, I held my breath.

"I'm sorry I just... I can't."

HER

I didn't know if I felt humiliated, stupid, or embarrassed, but whatever feeling was invading me was not a good one. I was so scared to be rejected and there I was, being rejected by the only man that really mattered to me, the only man I didn't want to be rejected by.

When I opened my eyes and heard him apologize, I thought my heart had shattered. I could feel my heart beat all over my body in shame.

"No, i'm sorry." I said, shaking my head and avoiding his eyes. "I shouldn't have. I mean you said you used to love me, and, I don't know, I guess I sort of felt like we connected."

I put my hands on my face and rubbed my palm on it quickly with an other sigh, wishing I could be six feet under. It made me realize that the love I had for Niall had never died, and that I was still completely in love with him. I love Niall, and he didn't love me. Two truths I was not ready to accept just yet. I probably never would be ready for that.

"We do connect."

I held my breath when I heard his voice again and slowly, I moved my eyes to dive my gaze in his. The way he looked at me made my heart ache. His eyes had turned the same deep blue as his shirt and I could swear I was able to see his soul. Unfortunately, I couldn't read it. I was simply lost in his eyes as my heart started beating even harder, making my whole body throb. He had never been as pretty as he was now. He'd always been handsome, but now, after five years, he had grown and aged and the man he turned out to be was gorgeous. I loved him. I fucking loved him. I've always loved him, I never stopped.

"We connect it's true." he repeated after a few seconds of silence. "It's just been a lot of changed in a very short period of time. A lot of intense emotions, too."

I nodded at his words and licked my lips, breathing in and sighing low.

"I want to focus on Chelsea." he kept going. "She's all I care about. I want to get to know her. I want to be a part of her life."

It was legitimate and it made me love him even more. The way he cared about a kid he didn't know he had only a few days ago was endearing and I sent him a sad smile. I could never be mad for that.

"I understand." I replied, clearing my throat when I noticed my voice was breaking. "Chelsea is my priority, too."

We stayed quiet for a few minutes and even if i understood his words, I couldn't help but feel like he was trying to find excuses.

"You don't need any reason, you know?" I just let out, shaking my head. "If you don't have feelings for me, then you don't. You don't have to justify yourself."

I could feel my emotions move me in a way I didn't like and I swallowed my pain, trying to do the same with my tears.

"I feel betrayed." he let out in a different tone, making me look up at him. "You betrayed me, and you lied to me, and what you did I just- I can't just forgive and forget."

I started biting so hard on my bottom lip that it began to hurt but I kept doing, perhaps as some sort of punishment but also to stop my tears from falling freely on my cheeks.

"I don't know if I'll ever forgive you."

He didn't need to add that, I already knew it, but the fact that he said it so easily and harshly made me swallow again. This time, though, it was not enough and I started crying silently, staring at him. My thoughts were not making any sense now and all I could imagine was all the things he could do to get revenge and make me feel as powerless as I made him feel.

"Niall, please, you're not gonna take her away from me right?" I asked in a whisper. "Please tell me you won't do that."

I watched his face expression change from annoyed to confused and finally, I could read surprise in his traits. He moved as close as he could and grabbed my hands, making me hold my breath. The contact of his hands on mine was once again bringing me a sensation that shocked me.

"Listen to me, look at me,"

My eyes moved up to stare at him and my heart twisted again at the incredible color around his pupils. I couldn't believe I'd have to see him all the time without being with him. I didn't want to go through that, I didn't want to be in love with him forever.

"I would never do that." he expressed in a low but firm tone. "Chelsea needs you, and you are an incredible mother. I would never do anything to separate you two. Never. I swear."

I exhaled slowly and nodded as my breathing came back to normal. Of course he would never do that, I knew it.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's okay, I understand." he cut me, sending me a fond and understanding smile.

He squeezes my hands more into his and my gaze dropped down. I closed my eyes tight as I tried not to think of his skin against mine, but it was too hard. It's almost all I could think about. His thumbs brushed gently on the top of my hands and I felt myself melt despite myself.

"I'm sorry I tried to... kiss you." I apologized. "I just honestly thought I felt something earlier when you held my hands at the fair. We were so close, and I- I had this craving, this urge to kiss you. All these memories of us, and the fact that we were the three of us like a real family. It- It made me think we could try again, differently this time. It was all in my head, and I know that when you could have kissed me, you didn't. It should have made it obvious that this was only one-sided... I'm sorry, Niall."

He let me talk and when I finally sighed, I opened my eyes again and shook my head before moving my eyes back up. I truly felt like an idiot, but at the same time, I didn't want him to leave.  Once again, silent took place between us and it felt like he was trying to find the right words to tell me about his non-existent feelings to make sure I wouldn't be too hurt.

"I thought about it." he admitted with a sigh, still holding my hands. "I thought about kissing you over 10 times earlier."

The surprise made me hold my breath and nibble on my bottom lip. I was not sure exactly how he felt but somehow, I had the feeling he didn't know either.

"But every single time, I decided against it. I don't know what's happening between us. Is it Chelsea that's making us feel like that? Do we just... I don't know, do we just want to give her a family? Is it the excitement of seeing each other again, the excitement of spending time together? Is it just some feelings and memories we hold onto?"

He stopped talking and shook his head, letting go of my hands to slip his fingers in his hair. He scratched his head a bit and let his hand slip on his face with a long sigh. I stared at him, gripping my pants a bit too hard until he looked at me again. I watched him and couldn't control it anymore, I started crying. Slowly and silently, at first, but the more tears fell down my cheeks, the harder it was to hold on the sobs. I felt his fingers cradle my face and his palms ended up spread on cheeks. His thumbs brushed under my eyes, gathering the tears and I couldn't stop my heart from hitting my rib cage as his hands warmed my whole body with a simple touch.

"Don't cry, please. I didn't want to make you cry."

I wanted to stop crying for him but it was impossible. I had ruined everything a long time ago and I could only be mad at myself. And I was. I hated myself so much I suddenly felt nauseous until his face moved closer to mine. I moved back a bit and stopped sobbing, swallowing the lump in my throat while his hands still pressed softly on my cheeks.

"I don't want a pity kiss." I murmured, my breath reaching his lips. "It would only make things worse."

His eyes roamed on my face while his thumbs still touched lightly my cheekbones. One of them suddenly moved down, brushing extremely gently on my bottom lip and I wanted him. I wanted him so bad and so hard that I had to grip my pants again to make sure I wouldn't touch him.

"Maybe it's time you go home."

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