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[babbushka]

Summer prompts # 24 still nights with Paul pretty please ❤️

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I love our sweet Paul so much, I hope you enjoy!

1k, no warnings just fluff!

He closes the front door with a slight wince, when he’s finally home. Chancing a glance at the clock, it hurts him to see how late in the evening it is. Paul should have known, but it’s always hard to gauge the time when he’s stuck at the office, stuck trying to crack codes impossible to anyone other than him.

You must be asleep, he reckons, so he moves quietly through the house, his footsteps measured and careful, careful to avoid the squeaky floorboard. He’s too tired to eat the dinner you’ve made and put away lovingly for him, instead opening the fridge and wincing yet again at the clinking of the bottles in the door as he does it, just wanting a small snack to shove into his mouth before making the exhausted trek up the stairs to you.

Paul doesn’t bother to turn the kitchen light on, instead standing in front of the fridge, letting the cool blue light illuminate the way he jumps a little when he hears a tired voice at the top of the steps whisper-call, “Paulie honey? Is that you?”

“Hi honey,” Paul whispers loudly back, swallowing a muffin in three bites and chasing it with milk from the carton before abandoning the kitchen and moving to you, “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

You only smile sleepily at him, and offer a hand. He walks up the last few steps on the staircase to take it, and you lead him into the bedroom where his sleep clothes are already set out for him, draped over the arm of his favorite armchair.

“I knew that you would be, it’s alright.” Your hand caresses his cheek for a moment or two, before you carefully pull his glasses off of his face and set them gently down on the nightstand.

It’s quiet in the bedroom, a still night out there beyond the safety of those walls. Paul doesn’t know how to explain what this new case is that he’s working on, but you never push him to tell, something he’s grateful for. He listens to the songs of the insects chirping out in the yard as he strips down, making sure to chuck his dirty clothes into the hamper instead of just leaving them on the floor like he always used to do before he met you, and when he’s all finished, he finds you’re already tucked up under the covers once again.

The glow of the television registers in his mind belatedly, and squinting a little without his glasses, he recognizes the familiar view of Antiques Roadshow on mute.

“Anything good so far?” Paul’s voice is hushed as he peels back the covers and sheets, the cool cotton a blessing on his skin. He really should shower, the summer heat having him sweaty in the short walk between his car and the front door, but he has to be awake in a few hours anyway, he’ll shower then.

“I haven’t really been paying attention,” You mumble, immediately seeking him out under the covers, your arms winding around his waist, your head snuggling on the crook of his shoulder as his arm slings around your back, “Was too busy listening for you.”

“I’m sorry -- ”

“Don’t be, you’re here now.” You kiss his throat, a warm press of your lips against his skin that has him tugging you closer.

He doesn’t want to look at the clock, doesn’t want to be reminded of how short of a time he gets with you on these hectic cases like this.

“Just for a little while.” Paul lights brushes his fingers over your hair, petting it down so his unfocused eyes can watch the price appraisals go up and down on the television.

“Will you still be here in the morning?” You whisper, too tired and too late to use your normal voice. Snuggling closer to Paul, you smile even as your eyes close, hooking one of your legs over his thigh. He always did tease you for being an octopus at night, but you can’t help it, you just like him too much to want to be anywhere other than right on top of him.

“Yeah, they don’t need me until nine.” He kisses the top of your head, holds you, whispers back to you as the crickets sing their summertime songs outside, not another sound other than the beating of your hearts.

“Good, I’ll make us a big breakfast.” You’re falling asleep, Paul can tell with the way you’re slurring your words a little, “We can eat it on the porch.”

“It’s finally warm enough for that, hm?” He kisses your temple as he shifts the covers over your shoulder so that you don’t wake up with a chill in the middle of the night, whenever the air conditioning kicks itself on.

“I might have to start making us iced coffee instead of the regular hot.” You sigh, your eyelashes tickling Paul’s chest.

“With the fancy caramel syrups?” He asks, mostly as a joke, but not really, thinking of how often he has his assistant go through the drive-thru to keep him caffeinated.

“Mhm.” You say, before a case of the giggles has you cracking up quietly against his chest, making him trace the bridge of your nose with one of his calloused fingers, giving it a pinch and a sleepy smile of his own.

“What’s so funny?” He whispers, so completely incandescently in love with you.

“I always forget how big of a sweet tooth you have.” You reply, your smile pressing into his chest, your body seeking him out further as you shift and turn a little so that you can stretch up and press a warm dry kiss to his lips.

“Me too.” Paul breathes a laugh out through his nose, watching your face in the gently flickering light of the tv, in the otherwise pitch black room. “Hey honey?”

“Mmmhmm?”

“Love you.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, and you smile for a moment, before your face relaxes, sleep finally taking over the rest of your consciousness.

In the morning, he’ll help you with breakfast and you’ll laugh and be loud in that way that he loves how you are, but for now, he thinks he hears you mumble out a small love you too, which is enough for him to let his eyes finally close, a still evening with whispered voices the perfect way to end such a long hectic day.

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FLUFF

new additions added 14 Nov:

types of kisses - Small peck, pause, then a passionate kiss

SMUT/NSFW

Fly On The Wall - ([consensual] Voyeurism, surveillance cameras, mutual masturbation, workplace sex, workplace relationship, Paul likes to watch)

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[ktellmeastory]

hi! don't know if you're still doing ships, but can I request one? I'm on the chubby side, 5' 2", I'm mixed and usually have my hair in an afro. I open up easily, maybe a bit too easy and I get pretty clingy. I love reading, crocheting, knitting, pretty much all granny activities and I'm obsessed with animal crossing. much love💞

Paul Sevier and you would be the perfect match. He works a crazy job and deals with the most ridiculous things on a daily basis. Coming home to you and the beautiful crochet blanket you made for him, where he can cuddle up with you, hear all about that asshole Tom Nook and all the bells you owe him and then when you guys are ready to go to sleep, you definitely have sex and then fall asleep wrapped in each others arms.

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

After going through your posts on my dash today, I cannot decide if I want one Paul Sevier to impregnant me and have a sweet little family or if I want Jacque Le Gris to wreck me so I can carry his heir and ensure his bloodline and namesake carries on.....decisions desicisons...

Oh my goodness, I love both those ideas ❤️❤️

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Imagine Paul playing music to the baby and getting psyched when he sees the belly move.

"I knew my baby would love Debussy!"

He knows what develops each week and talks to the baby separately before going to bed, curled up by your side.

"You've been very busy and brave, growing capillaries on your skin and starting to breathe in the amniotic fluid. I'm so proud of you, I love you so much."

And you're just lounging, pushing his hair off his forehead, swooning over your sweet nerd 😍😍

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And imagine Jacques, bursting with pride about finally having an heir.

He fluffs up every cushion before you sit down, shoots up and offers his arm for support when you look like you want to stand up, leans on the wall all smitten and watches you rest your hands on the belly and cradle his child.

Whenever he sees you, he walks up and puts his massive hands on the bump and covers your face in tiny kisses, from your hairline down to your chin. He just looks drunk from all that tenderness the entire time ❤️❤️

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[paper-n-ashes]

The Late Shift

Characters: Paul Sevier x Female Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings/Tags: There’s actually none (I hope). I know. I’m surprised too.

Authors Note: This is so dumb. I’m aware. Look, I’ve been dealing with a horrendous writers block and shattered confidence and I made Paul Sevier gifs to ease my pain. It turned into this. I just wanted to try something a little cute and fluffy to get back into the swing of things. So... here it is.

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It was going to be a long night.

Stuck on the Wednesday evening shift for the third time this month, you mindlessly fiddled with the pen in your hand. Twirling it between your fingers, your mind drifted away from the present moment, wondering why your boss seemed to dislike you so much to keep you here past 6pm in the middle of the week. He’d always been adamant this was prime selling time for this boutique suit store, with corporate clients needing to do their shopping outside of normal business hours.

You, however, knew keeping this place open was senseless, barely seeing more than a few unenthusiastic customers in these agonizingly slow stretches. Working on commission also made you all the more bitter about being paid minimum wage to stand behind a counter and doodle sketches of imaginary clients dressed in the outfits you personally tailored. This isn’t where you thought a Bachelor of Arts in Fashion Design would take you, that’s for sure.

“H-hello,” you heard a deep voice quietly greet you, startling you into focus. “Are you busy? I… think I need a little help.”

Eyes flickering up from the notepad, you were sure your pupils blew wide at the sight of the man in front of you. Standing at an imposingly large height, his hair a severely murky shade of black, with honeyed irises shining brightly behind delicate spectacles.

A human personification of tall, dark and handsome. Well, except for the clothes.

The stranger wore the layered combination of a grey tweed jacket and argyle patterned sweater, arranged over a particularly heinous, mustard-coloured button up. While the ensemble made you internally cringe, it gave him an air of intelligence, like the kind that hangs around stuffy, old college professors who have more academic accolades than you have fingers and toes.

“Me?” you coughed out, knowing full well you were the only other person in this tiny little shop. “Uh, yeah. I mean- No, no I’m not busy. What is it you need help with?” Even when you stood, the man towered above you, making you silently begin to calculate the high-numbered measurements you’d need to fit him in something.

“I have an important meeting scheduled for Friday. You know, the type you need to wear a suit to?” Evidently the thought of it made him nervous, as you noticed his cheek twitch slightly, his eyes scanning momentarily at the garments filling the space. “I’m… uh… not so great with clothes.”

Clearly, you chuckled inside your head, holding the word from your tongue. “You want me to pick out something for you?”

He took a defeated breath, his mouth twisting into an awkward yet wonderfully endearing smile. “Would you mind? Only if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble!” you burst, maybe a little too excitedly. “It’s my job!” Bounding out from behind the counter you’d been imprisoned by, you moved directly to the section of classic navy business suits. Slim line. Something to accentuate his well-built frame, rather than hide it away. You had to pause, swivelling back around to the dumbfounded man. “Is price an issue… uh…?”

“Paul,” he answered for you, slowly moving to where you stood. “And… I suppose not. Probably should spend the money on something that will last. If you think it’s a good idea.”

Oh thank god, you mused without showing the relief on your face. He’s not some rich asshole trying to flash his cash. “A good suit can last you five years, if you treat it right.” Your hand reached over to graze one of the deepened blue sleeves of a jacket at your left. “And a classic colour will never go out of style.”

Paul let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I think you’ve already noticed how lacking in style I am…” He glanced to your nametag, murmuring your name with a goofy smirk curling his lips. You’d never seen a grown man, especially not one of this stature, appear so adorable. It was horribly distracting.

“I’m sure you have expertise in other areas,” you stumbled, realizing only when the words came out how offensive they might seem. Yet Paul conceded to your comment, his rumbling laugh making your chest feel tight.

“Debatable,” he shrugged. “I’m just glad I found some qualified personnel to help me in this instance.”

Oh boy. Humble and charming? You were in so much trouble. Surely someone as sweet as this had another waiting for them at home. “I’m sure your partner could help you pick out something nice too.”

“Not an option in my case.”

Shit. Single too. You were truly fucked.

You turned, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat by focusing on finding an outfit that would contain his longer limbs. Plucking out a matching jacket and trouser set, with an ivory, collared button-up, you offered them to Paul, his features having melted into a sweetened look of intrigue. “Go and try these on. There’s a changeroom just behind the counter. See how they feel, and we can go from there.”

He nodded, taking the pieces with both of his large hands and shuffling away to where you’d pointed to. No sooner than the latch had locked were you dashing to where your phone was sitting at the register, flitting out a rushed text message to your favourite co-worker.

There was rustling you heard emanating from the changeroom stall, doing your best to ignore the urge of picturing Paul, a man you’d met only minutes ago, gradually slipping off his clothes to reveal the toned muscles underneath. You grimaced at yourself, shaking your head to banish the imaginations. God this was unprofessional.

Finally, a response lit up on your phone screen.

You laughed softly through your nose, about to type a reply when you heard the lock click open again. The breath in your lungs was stuck as Paul made his way out, the expensive textiles draping over his burly frame in a way that made your whole body tense.

He rustled a hand through his hair, looking up to you while fidgeting with the starchy material stretched over his chest. “Does it look okay?”

After all these years working this job, the enticing novelty of attractive men in well-fitted suits had slowly worn off, especially when most of them treated you with about as much respect as the used gum they spit out onto the sidewalk. Suddenly, all those preconceived notions were gone. On Paul, this ensemble instantly became the most captivating thing in the entire universe.

The inside of your mouth flooded with saliva, having to swallow hard before speaking again. “Great… it looks… great.” You did your best to conceal a settling exhale. “What do you think? How does it feel?”

Paul shifted to look at his reflection in the mirror, pupils trailing up and down, flexing his limbs in an attempt to get a proper impression of the new apparel. “It feels really good. Makes me look… sophisticated.” He turned to you, his expression unsure. “Right?”

Your smile was sparkling, nodding to his question. There was a small amount of work to do, noting how in your effort to make sure everything complemented his physique, you’d oversized him. The waistline of the jacket needed to be taken in, the shoulder lines sitting slightly off, and the trouser length needing to be taken up slightly. “A couple of adjustments and it’ll be perfect.”

“You mean taking it to be tailored?”

“No need.” You pulled out the wheel of berry pins from your pocket, kneeling down on the floor next to Paul’s feet. “All our tailoring is included in the price. Done completely in house.” You began to fold the bottom edge of his pants, pinning it to an adequate length. “I can have it ready for you tomorrow, all ready for your Friday meeting.”

“You do all the tailoring yourself?” Paul asked as you slinked another pin through the fabric.

“Sure do,” you chirped, moving onto the other leg. “3 years at a design school taught me a few things about cutting and sewing.” With the hemlines in place, you straightened in front of him, plucking out a roll of measuring tape from your other pocket. “I just… need to take a few measurements to properly alter the jacket.”

His cheek twitched, the line of his jaw seeming somewhat strained. “Sure. F-fine. Do what you gotta do."

You went with determining his arm length first, feeling out the boney point of his shoulder and striping the lined tape all the way down to his wrist. Then, after taking a deep inhale, you curled your arms around his hips, focusing hard on the little black numbers to ignore the fact Paul’s breath had started to skate over your skin with this close proximity. It was when you were lining up the thickened stripes indicating his chest circumference that you made the mistake of peering up, finding his alluring stare fully concentrated on you.

There was a moment. A spark to waiting kindling. Where impulse could have led you to do a dangerous thing. You’d never been the hasty type, never acted without considerable thought. Usually so shy and composed, never making the first move. Although right now, you could scarcely hold yourself back, desperate to know the sensation of Paul’s lips, how they’d move over yours, what they tasted like.

No. This was so inappropriate.

The compulsion was about to wither away when you felt a hand skim up your waist, the lightened touch shooting a thrill over your skin.

“Excuse me,” a gruff voice called from your side. “How much are these dress socks?”

You immediately stepped back, smacked into reality again. “$12.99. Exactly what it says on the box.”

The older gentlemen scrutinized the packaging, lids narrowed until he finally saw the numbers plastered at the border. “Oh, right. Eh, a little expensive for my taste. Thanks anyway.”

Flustered, you began to coil the measuring tape into its resting spiral, forcefully glaring at the floor. “I’m all done. You can get dressed into your own clothes now.”

In your periphery you saw Paul regarding you with a gentle nod, walking back into the changeroom without another word. Every part of you wanted to sink beneath the wooden floorboards, so horrendously embarrassed you could feel a smoldering heat prickle at your cheeks. Only to relieve some of the nervous energy, you ran to your phone.

Again, Paul was exiting out of the stall just as you were going to submit your reply, placing the neatly arranged garments over the counter. It was difficult to look directly at him, having to summon all remaining shards of your courage to drift your eyes up to his face. “Was there anything else you needed?”

His mouth parted, only to quickly snap shut, scratching at his hairline in the seconds it took for him to give you a response. “No. Nothing else. Unless there’s something more you think I need.”

You shook your head, wishing you could give another answer just to keep him here. “You’re all set.” The full price of his items flashed on the monitor in front of you, spouting it to him as your fingers flicked across the keyboard to finalize the purchase, with a personal discount that wouldn’t show on the receipt.

“When should I come by to pick it up?” he queried, passing you his credit card. “Oh, but there’s no pressure. Whenever you have the time is just fine.”

An idea flared. “If you give me your number, I can text you when it’s ready.”

“That works for me.”

Erasing all evidence of the conversation you’d been having, you brought up the number pad, handing your phone over. Paul swiftly typed in his details before placing it back in your palm. ‘Paul the Suit Guy’ the contact read, unable to stifle your laugh.  

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” His eager expression made your heart quiver through a beat.

“Y-yeah,” you stammered. “I’ll see you then.”

Paul waved his hand in an awkward flourish to signal his goodbye, eventually moving far enough from your vision for you to finally take a full, relaxed breath. In a dazed hurry, you keyed in your returning message to your co-worker.

It was the precise moment your thumb had pressed into the ‘Send’ button that you realised your recipient wasn’t the one you’d intended.

You’d sent this message straight to Paul.

Fuck. Oh fuck. This was bad.

While you were scrambling to formulate a believable excuse, a new message popped up onto the screen.

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[solohux]

Do you accept kylux adjacent ships? Because I have been thinking about Paul Sevier and Jim Farrell. Paul is sent to Ireland to cross some datas. Jetlacked and soaked on rain, Paul enters the first pub he finds to escape the rain. There he meets Jim, the pub's owner, who takes care of him, feed him and warm him next to the fireplace. Then they proceed to pin over each other for the next 3 weeks. Paul goes to Jim's pub everyday, he would work from here if he could. And Jim takes him to the beach.

I love a lot of adjacent ships, including any that feature Paul Sevier! He’s such an adorable, underrated character!

I can totally imagine Paul bursting into the pub to get out of the heavy rainfall and expects it to be bustling with life. It’s a Friday evening, after all! But it’s quiet, with only a handful of locals drinking and conversing. It’s a humble little pub, one that Jim inherited from his Uncle when he passed.

He hears the American in Paul’s accent and is immediately infatuated with the tall, dark stranger.

Paul stutters and almost loses his glasses when Jim approaches and takes pity on him, gently pushing Paul’s glasses back up his nose. Paul blushes so hard.

And as Jim takes Paul’s bags with a smile on his face and offers him a room in his pub’s B&B for the night, two of the old Irishmen lean into each other.

“A tenner says they’ll be wed before the year is out,” one of them says.

“Twenty,” his friend replies, smacking money down on the table, “It’ll be sooner. I never seen Jim lookin’ at anyone like that before.”

[livelongdolan]

requests open!

requests are now open for literally anything/everything. i will try to write one full fic if i am inspired by anything but send me any concepts/ideas/imagines/just random thoughts/questions! Tonight I’m gonna go through and answer as many as possible as well as the few I have in there right now. They can be nsfw or not!

I write for:

The Dolan Twins

Adam Driver Characters:

- Clyde Logan

- Adam Sackler

- Paul Sevier

- Charlie Barber

- Flip Zimmerman

I will announce when it is over :) feel free to send in anything no matter who you are!!

[cmonkeepmoving]

Some time ago I saw a couple of gifs of Adam Driver as Paul Sevier in Midnight Special and someone reposted “Imagine Kylo Ren coming into the interrogatory room with Rey like that”. I had to draw it. It’s been a while and I can’t find the post so if anyone know who said that please tell me to give credit.

Now into the panels, Forgive my crappy coloring and non existent backgrounds.

[babbushka]

Best Boys

Paterson x Reader x Paul (Sevier Twins AU)

3k ; N S F W (d/s dynamic [sub!paterson and sub!paul] threesome - FMM, double penetration, 2 cocks 1 hole, cock cages, ass plugs, pegging/strap on sex, twin brothers sharing reader, voyeurism, masturbation) 

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You’re pleasantly surprised to see the car parked in the driveway when you pull up to the house. It was Paterson’s house, technically, in his name. But it belonged to all three of you, you, Paterson and his brother Paul. Paterson and Paul shared everything, including the car that you weren’t expecting to see until much later in the evening, when Paul drove it back from work.

You’d even made a pitstop on your way home from work of your own, swung by the Italian restaurant that had always treated you and the boys kindly. Not many people in town understood the relationship between the three of you, but the little old man and his husband and wife at the cozy place down the street had always been supportive.

You juggle the bags of takeout to open the front door, where you’re met with the sensual sight of a romantic transformation. The lights in the foyer and living room are all dimmed low, replaced instead by the glow of a dozen LED candles. You smile as you think that was probably Paul’s idea, not wanting to burn down the house.

A trail of rose petals lead up the stairs to the master bedroom that the three of you shared. You smile as you lock the door behind you, set the bags in the oven to keep warm, and begin to climb up the stairs, hands searching in the low light.

“Paul? Pat?” You call up to them, grinning as you immediately hear excited shuffling when they recognize that it’s you.

“You’re home early.” Paterson smiles softly when he appears at the top of the stairs, arms outstretched, wanting to wrap around you.

“We wanted to surprise you.” Paul’s head pops around the corner too, and as you hug Paterson he leans over for a kiss. Paul’s glasses slightly are askew on his nose as he chases your lips even as you pull away to kiss his brother, and he licks his lips, asking, “Do you like it?”

“I love it, you’re both so good to me.” You nod, heart blooming with love and affection for them as Paterson steps behind you and ushers you forward to the bedroom, where the rose petals continue all the way up onto the pristinely made bed, more candles flickering softly. You smile at them and feel your stomach jump when you ask, “Let me be good to you?”

Paterson and Paul exchange a glance, and sometimes you wish you knew what went on in their heads, because they look like they’re having a silent conversation all their own for a split second, before Paul steps closer to you, sandwiches you between him and Paterson. Their hands hover over your body, palms warm and soft, wanting to touch but not having permission.

“Can…can we?” Paterson asks, lightly tugging on the hem of your blouse, and you grin, knowing exactly what they want.

You nod, and the moment that you do, their trembling hands work on getting you naked, getting you stripped down. They don’t hurry through it, no, they savor the honor of undressing you, of peeling away the layers that reveal your flesh to them.

Paterson’s hands work on the buttons of your jeans from his spot behind you, and Paul gently lifts your blouse over your head. The minute that your shoulders are exposed, Paterson’s mouth is on them, kissing the crook of your neck and sighing happily as he pulls your pants down. Paul works on your bra, getting it unclasped and letting your breasts rest naturally, before kneeling in front of you and sliding your panties down off your hips.

You’re completely exposed to them, but you’ve never felt more safe, more secure than when you have their hands on you, roaming over your limbs, squeezing at your tits, your thighs.

“Your turn.” You instruct, particularly interested in what should be hidden away in Paterson’s boxers.

With a light groan, they detach themselves from you, and you go lay down on the bed to watch. The rose petals flutter around you when you settle on top of the covers, laying on your side, one elbow propping up your head.

They’re shy, so shy. They want to look good for you, they want you to enjoy what you see as they pull off their own clothes, standing before you in just a pair of socks. They might be twins, but their bodies look so different to you, each defined in their own ways, each strong in their own ways. Your hand trails over your stomach, curves around your hip as they stand at the foot of the bed, and you smile.

“Oh you’re so handsome, both of you.” You say sincerely, pleased to see the little metal cage and harness that’s nice and snug around Paterson’s hips. You look him in the eye and raise a careful brow, “You wore it all day?”

“Mhm, just like you said.” He nods eagerly, and you practically beam.

You’d caught Paterson jacking off to a naked photo of you during his lunch break the other day, without permission. It had been sweet, even if he needed to be punished for it, for being such a dirty slut. You didn’t like to punish your boys, especially not Paterson, but lessons needed to be learned. You’d put the cock cage on him that morning and kissed him sweetly before going off to work, a reminder that a bus depot was no place to come all over himself – at least, not without you.  

You knew he wouldn’t say no, he loves having his cock locked up, loves not being allowed to come. He’s got a whole collection of rings that he shyly presented to you when you first started this relationship, and he’ll sometimes ask you to edge him for hours with them.

“I’m so proud of you, you’ve done so well.” You praise him, and his chest flushes a beautiful dark red as you crawl forward to the edge of the bed and take it off, watching as his stomach twitches with excitement of having your hand near his cock.

It fills out immediately, and you’re forever so impressed with how well endowed these men are. Paul’s hard as a rock next to him, waiting patiently for your attention.

“I – I,” Paterson blushes, ducks his head and flexes his hands in such an endearing way that you can’t help but stretch up onto your knees to kiss him.

“Use your words sweetheart.” You whisper against his lips, encouraging and soft.

“Can I get the strap?” He murmurs, looking up at you with big brown eyes that you could never say no to.

“Of course, get whichever one you want.” You nod, letting him go.

He eagerly bolts out of the master bedroom and goes down the hall to his office, where he keeps his collection of toys. In the meantime, you turn to Paul, open your arms for him.

“Kiss me.” You say, breathy and warm, and he practically tackles you down onto the bed with how quick he is to meet your lips.

You’d missed Paul, he’s been working so much. You’re used to him being gone for days at a time when he’s on a particularly tough case, and the absence hurts your heart. So to have him back home, have him here early, early enough to plan something like this for you, you practically glow.

He kisses you passionately, hands clutching at you, groping at your chest. He kisses down your jaw, wet and hot and sloppy across your throat, until he’s nestling his face in your cleavage, suckling at marking up your tits, tonguing your nipples. You moan softly, not wanting to hold back the way he makes you feel, knowing that the praise gets his cock dripping.

“Can I watch?” Paul looks up at you, and you want to take off his glasses so they don’t get messy, but you simply nod.

“Mhm, but don’t come, save that for me.” You card your fingers through his hair as he kisses and squeezes your breasts, rolls your nipple between his plush lips, giving the other equal treatment, until you’re a quivering mess underneath him.

Paterson returns then, hands you the strap and climbs onto the bed to join you and Paul. Paul moves to one side to give you both enough space and you roll your eyes fondly when Paterson lays on his back and bends his knees, revealing to you the shiny end of a plug nestled against his cheeks.

“What’s this?” You ask, tapping it and making him moan.

“I was hoping you’d say yes, I thought I’d save you time.” He whines as you fasten the harness around your hips, the dildo heavy. He’s picked a big one this time, and you chuckle to yourself at how horny he must be, to want to get something so big up his ass.

You don’t reply, but you carefully remove the plug and lube the dildo up, shuffling yourself between his spread legs. His chest is heaving with anticipation, and you lean down to kiss him softly, sweetly, as you nudge the head of the silicone against his hole.

His hands immediately go to your waist, pulling you closer to him, the demanding thing. You wrap your hands under hips hips and push the strap further and further into him, thrusting lightly to get the lube properly distributed.

“Ah – oh, angel!” Paterson’s mouth drops open and his eyes close as his grip on your waist tightens, his knees bent up around your ribs.

“Shh you’re brilliant baby, you’re so brilliant, relax for me.” You kiss all over his face, and the minute his hips drop, the dildo slides in nearly all the way, making Paterson moan out loud loud loud. “There it is, go ahead and touch yourself, you can touch yourself, it’s okay.”

He nods, and between the two of you, you build up a steady rhythm that Paul jerks off to. He’s got his eyes on you, on the way your face looks when you concentrate, on the way your tits bounce as your hips speed up, seeking Paterson’s prostate.

“Oh – yes, yesyesyesyes, thank you, thank you angel.” Hot tears start to bead up at the corner of Paterson’s eyes, and he strokes his cock which drools pre-come onto his lower stomach, rough and fast, blinded by pleasure as you find that bundle of nerves up his ass and graze it with the tip of the dildo.

“How’re you doing Paulie?” You spare a breathless smile to Paul whose nipples are so pretty and dark and stiff, his whole chest splotched down to his stomach, his cock hard and leaking in his hand.

“Can I come feel you? Please?” He asks immediately, biting at his plush lips, licking the sweat off of them, his glasses already fogging up as he whines, “Please let me.”

“Yeah, yes, come here Paul, come feel me, touch me.” You allow, laughing as he scrambles to get behind you, get his hands on you.

You can feel Paul’s cock pressing between your thighs, rubbing through your folds as you fuck his brother with the strap, Paterson crying thick tears of pleasure, his fist squeezing around his cock.

“I’m going to – fuck I’m gonna come.” He gasps, and you shake your head.

“No, no not yet.” You don’t let up on his prostate and he doesn’t slow down stroking himself off, even as you order him in your most loving yet firm tone, “Don’t you dare come yet baby.”

“But angel it’s – ah! – oh it’s so good.” Paterson babbles and moans, and you can’t help but moan too with the way the head of Paul’s cock keeps slicking up into your pussy from behind, catching accidentally as your hips pull back.

“I want you to come inside me, can you hold out a little longer baby? Just a little longer, for me?” You slow down, longer harder thrusts instead of short fast ones that have Paterson’s eyes rolling back into his head.

“Oh fuck, yeah, yes I can wait, I’ll – ohh -- !” He’s on the cusp of coming but you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, stopping the orgasm before it can really start. Paterson whines, especially when you carefully carefully pull away from him, the strap easing out of his ass.

“B-both, fuck I want both of you, now.” Your hands are shaking with eager anticipation of your own, and you have trouble with the buckles of the harness around your hips.

“How?” Paul is an angel, an absolute darling, and he helps you, soothes the marks on your hips from where it was fastened a little too snug, dug into your flesh. Paul kisses your shoulders, his hand already cupping your pussy, big palm holding you there. “How do you want us? Want me to fuck your ass?”

“No, no you’re both getting pussy tonight, you’ve been so good.” You shake your head, and they both light the fuck up at that.

You don’t often do this, have sex with the both of them at the same time, and rarely do they both get to pound your pussy, but you can’t deny that you’ve been thinking about this all day, that you’ve wanted this ever since you heard Paul was coming back from a work trip.

Paterson is too pleasure-weak to sit up, so he just rolls onto his side and pulls your back against his chest, his raging hard cock sliding into your pussy with ease as he bites down on your shoulder. You’re soaked already, all the lube from the strap having slid through your folds, but also the product of your own arousal.

Paul lays down on his side in front of you, kisses you hungrily, his hands guiding your leg to lift and wrap over his hip, opening and stretching you further so that he can push his cock up into your cunt too, making you moan, making your jaw drop. He takes the opportunity to kiss you, suck on your tongue, and your body sweats, lights on fire.

“Oh shit,” You gasp, one arm shoved under Pauls’ neck to fist at his hair, the other hand reaching back to grab at Paterson’s side, keep them both close, keep them so close as they move in tandem inside you. “You’re both so fucking big.”

“Yeah?” Paul asks, knowing Paterson can’t speak, the feeling of your pussy rendering him speechless aside from deep breathy moans and sobs that wet your neck where he’s still sucking biting kiss kiss kissing you. Paul’s worked up, but he’s not so fucked out yet, so he does the talking for the two of them, eyes pleading, eager, “Good?”

“So – oh my god – sososo good, oh – fuck!” You shout, because you’re so overwhelmed in the best way possible, feeling their cocks fuck into you, feeling them stretch you tight. Your chest heaves and Paul rubs your nipples softly, treats you with the gentle care that you give to them.

They both love you so much, they’re both enamored with you, thankful for you. They smile at one another when you shout again, Paterson’s hand reaching around your hip and rubbing at your clit. The sensations are everywhere, everything, all at once and altogether too much – but you love it, you love how they fuck you like this.

“Look at her she’s gonna come on my cock.” Paterson mumbles into your throat, drooling all over the place as he thrusts inside your cunt.

“No she’s gonna come on my cock, so beautiful, she’s so beautiful.” Paul grins, cups your cheeks and kisses you deeply while Pat swirls circles on your clit.

“Ungh, I – oh – !” Your body snaps up, tenses for a split second before going pliant in their arms, melting in the sandwich between them as your orgasm shatters through you.

It’s nothing but pure sensation, nothing but bright white hot wet slick pleasure pleasure pleasure, as they fuck you through your orgasm, as you gush on their cocks and slick them up further, let them thrust deeper into your body. Paul pulls your leg up higher so he can get closer, and soon the brothers are coming against one another inside you.

They’re both so good, so fucking big, that come leaks out of you almost immediately. It soils the sheets, oozes and drips all across your thighs, sticks into the dark hair above their groins, and they both grunt out and whine through earth-shattering orgasms of their own, milking their cocks to give you every drop, dragging out your pleasure as you shudder and tremor and tremble and gasp between them.

 Eventually, the three of you calm down, limbs sore and exhausted. They pull out one at a time, carefully and slowly so as to not hurt you, and they scoop you up in between them once again, arms sweat-slick as they hold you, the three of you gulping down breaths to try and get your hearts beating in a normal rhythm.

You’re all grinning, stuck in that post-orgasm glow that’s got you all in the case of the giggles, and you can’t think of anything more perfect than this – having the men you love in your bed, your best boys, all together.

“I love you.” You tell them, meaning it for both of them, meaning it equally, as they each steal kisses from your lips, your cheeks, your neck and shoulders. They cover you in kisses and you cover them in return, rewarding them for treating you so well, for caring about you so much. 

“Love you too.” They whisper almost simultaneously, before the three of you break out into blissful laughter once again.

Your stomach growls, and they rub the sound away, the both of them exchanging a look as if to say fuck we forgot food. Luckily, you only smile up at them and remember the takeout that’s waiting downstairs, not even bothering to attempt to get up but still cheekily asking,

“Who’s in the mood for Italian?”

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I literally do not know who to tag for this lol i’m sorry in advance if you guys don’t want this @ohiobluetip​ @clumsycopy​ @direnightshade​ @autumnlovesadam​ @steeevienicks​ @okk--maaan​ @lovinggothdonkeyhoagie​ 

[kyluxadjacents]

FANFIC Kissing, Confessing by oorsprong

Summary: Moon and Gage settle in for the night at an inn and talk about the past.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Moon (True Grit) + The Snickers Commercial Cowboy

Disaster Cowboys (Moon/Azarado Gage)

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Resolute by spiteandmalice

Summary: Philip is trying to become an actual responsible adult. But first, he’s going on vacation.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit), Bea (Peter Rabbit)

Phomas + Bea (Thomas/Phillip/Bea)

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Withdraw by starkickback

Summary: A bunch of adjacent ships converge in a spooky old house.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Abraham H. Parnassus (SNL), Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Paterson (Paterson), Rick (Tracks), Sevier (Midnight Special), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal), Stensland (Crash Pad), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit), Matt the Radar Technician

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson), Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland), Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie), Parnassus/Faraday

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Blind Confidence by Jathis

Summary:  “I wish I could go out and eat in the cafeteria like everyone else.”

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff

Clan Techie (Dredd), Matt the Radar Technician

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Kyluxception - Adjacents' Month 2019 by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: Collection of works for Adjacents Month

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Other characters as apply

Flip Zimmerman/Gabriel O’Malley

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Whispers by spiteandmalice

Summary: It starts with a whisper amongst the Stormtroopers. An assassin, sneaking ship to ship, killing as he goes.

Teen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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this glistening hour by srawratskcuf

Summary: Paterson saves Ash, or maybe it's the other way around.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Paterson (Paterson), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror)

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson)

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Aquatic Rescue by Jathis

Summary: He watched the Human carefully from just below the waves. His cousin had always told him to stay under the waves, moving with the motion of the water. It was easier to blend in that way, ensuring the Humans wouldn’t be able to spot him from their boats.

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Mermay

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Hold Your Tongue by srawratskcuf

Summary: Stensland asks Clyde to shut him up. By sitting on his face. Clyde is more than happy to oblige.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Light Years Away From You by Tagatha

Summary: The First Order were not spared from the snap.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Angst

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Obsidian by dreamyafterdark

Summary: Freddie Joyce is stewing in prison, until a mysterious man appears, hell-bent on getting him out of there.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Angels & Demons

Man (Archangel) & Freddie Joyce (Calvary)

Fredman (Freddie Joyce/Man)

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Gloriously filthy by dreamyafterdark

Summary: Gareth Averill has a problem. When he gets nervous or excited, his skin breaks very easily, and oh how the blood flows

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Gareth (Your Bad Self) + Neil (Gayby)

Gareth (Your Bad Self)/Neil (Gayby)

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Undercover by starkickback

Summary: Paul and Monty's "relationship" is on the rocks. Monty will have to call for reinforcements.

Teen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Sevier (Midnight Special), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal)

Ponty (Paul Sevier/Monty Schaefer), Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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The Fire Theft by for_autumn_i_am

Summary: On a lonely night in 2019, sad med student Faraday got a boner and it nearly ruined his entire life.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Basil Anthony (Man and Boy), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger)

Basilday (Dr. Faraday/Basil)

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Hold You Tight by spiteandmalice

Summary: Paterson meets AA Milne and invites him into his life.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Paterson (Paterson), A.A. Milne (Goodbye, Christophe Robin)

Milne/Paterson

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Oh Detective, My Detective by Chifuyu

Summary: A disgruntled Flip Zimmerman working undercover, a bored Gabriel O'Malley & a mafia wedding. What could go wrong?

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen)

Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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Carried with Him on the Crosswise Streets by CallmeLyss1

Summary: Faraday and Basil navigate life in 1950s New York, their respective pasts, and a possible future.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

BDSM, Smut, Medical Kink

Basil Anthony (Man and Boy), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger)

Basilday (Dr. Faraday/Basil)

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Just A Conversation by DaisyChainz

Summary: Stensland meets a handsome stranger in the jazz club. Paul isn't sure if he's in the right mindset to get picked up.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Sevier (Midnight Special), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Sevierland

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May I Have This Dance by dreamyafterdark

Summary: When Dr. Faraday spots a young disabled man trying to kill himself on his property, his instincts as a human and a doctor prompt him to try and intervene.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Suicide Attempt

Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger), Glen Stetson (You Don't Know Jack)

Doctor Faraday/Glen Stetson

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take my hand (take me whole life, too) by sstensland

Summary:  His eyes meet Techie’s. Warmth fills him. Butterflies flutter in his gut. He feels light, dizzy, under the gaze of those big blue eyes. There's a pull—magnetic or otherwise—bringing them closer together. Or is that just Matt’s imagination? His desperation? The crush he’s been harboring for the last six months? Has he finally gotten to the point of desperation?

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fluff

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Out of Hand by srawratskcuf

Summary: Stensland has an unusual proposal for Clyde.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Once Upon A Time At SWC by HastaLux

Summary: Techie attends a Star Wars Convention dressed as General Hux and meets a really awesome guy dressed as Kylo Ren.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Sample Taking by Naniris

Summary: Paterson, as the first man on Mars, takes routine semen samples to check how being on Mars affects his sperm count.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Masturbation

Paterson (Paterson), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror)

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson)

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Transient by DaisyChainz

Summary: Clyde Logan is in town to get his new arm fitted properly.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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happiness isn't happiness (without a violin-playing goat) by storytellingape

Summary:  Thomas runs a little toy shop in Crouch End with the aid of his intrepid shop assistant, struggling actor Adam Sackler. Then Adam catches a big break that catapults him into stardom. The rest is history.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff

Adam Sackler (Girls), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit)

McSackler (Adam Sackler/Thomas McGregor)

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And They Were Cellmates by BoStarsky, StartingWithTheRidingCrop

Summary: Or the one in which Stensland ends up in prison with Clyde and they slow burn their way to heaven.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Last Kiss by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: There is a way for Caleb to get out. He's not sure if he wants to take it or not.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hurt/Comfort

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Caleb (Ex Machina)

Caleb/Clyde

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Adjacents Three by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: Rental car problems Bea being... unreasonable... And Thomas just needed to go to that bar and get a pint. Of course he did.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Ronald Peterson (The Dead Don't Die), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit)

Peterson/McGregor/Matt (Technical McPocalypse?)

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Long Past by Ezlebe

Summary: “Shit,” Clyde curses, drawing the whiskey bottle back and up the right direction, watching money more than liquor dribble down the bar and into the cracks. “I – shit. Hey there, Monty.” “Logan,” Monty says evenly, leaning forward slightly over the bar. It might only be imagination, but he looks… disappointed, a tight smile crossing his lips before he looks down at the mess. “Sorry to surprise you.”

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal)

Monty/Clyde

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Three Things by Thrasirshall

Summary: “Gabriel O'Malley, you are now under arrest, you have the right to remain - ” 

There was a grunt from Gabriel, “I remember these being a lot more pleasurable.” 

“ - silent. Please use it.”

Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

A/B/O, Zombie AU, Mpreg

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen)

Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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A gift from God by rudbeckia

Summary: Captain Henry, running for his life through the forest where he has been trapping, trips and falls unconscious. When he wakes, he is still in a forest but it is very different. He meets a ragged man, close to starvation, who says Henry is proof that he has not been abandoned by God for his despair.

Between them, they must survive, work out where they are, and find a way back to civilisation.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hurt/Comfort

Garupe (Silence), Andrew Henry (The Revenant)

Henrupe (Andrew Henry/Garupe)

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And You Don't Say Much (but I Lose It When You Do) by itsallaboutflowermetaphors

Summary:  “You wanna, like, do stuff?” Matt asks quietly, leaning forward to whisper into Techie’s ear hoping the mic won’t pick up his voice.

They talked about it before, how they maybe want to do something where people might listen in.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Bait by Deadsy, Ktula

Summary: Techie’s goal is a slow takeover of the First Order network via virus-infected porn. Call it an insurance policy. The side-effect is that porn doesn't do shit for him anymore, but that was bound to happen. His dick works fine for everything else, so when he gets edgy, he fucks someone anonymously. Crosses their name off the list, one and done. No repeats. It's fine.

Explicit

Rape/Non-Con

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Caleb's Lucky Day by liviay

Summary: After receiving the best news ever on his job, Caleb meets a weird guy on the subway, and the day gets even better...

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff, Smut

Adam Sackler (Girls), Caleb (Ex Machina)

SackSmith (Adam Sackler/Caleb Smith)

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What Would It Take? by srawratskcuf

Summary:  Techie is extremely insecure and doesn't understand why someone as built and hot as Matt could ever be into him. When it comes to sex, he's afraid that he won't compare to Matt's past partners and that Matt will leave him. The first time Matt penetrates him, he's nervous and underprepared and it's so, so painful but Techie doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to disappoint Matt. Instead, he encourages Matt to keep going because it's obvious that Matt is enjoying himself, even if Techie isn't. This makes Matt get rougher and rougher because he thinks he's pleasing Techie, when he is really putting him in increasing pain. Matt was actually a virgin and Techie's worry about past partners is completely unfounded. Somehow Matt finds out afterwards and hurt/comfort ensues.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hurt/Comfort, Dub-Con

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

[aclamclriver]

office hours

“paul!  is this seat taken?”

paul does not consider himself an awkward man.  not really.  he’s been known to get caught up in his work,  and more than once,  he’s cut off a conversation because there’s better things to do,  but that’s entirely the extent of it.  on the whole,  he would consider himself a fairly reasonable man,  with a fairly approachable exterior.  he’s smarter than the average man,  yes,  but not exceedingly so,  and certainly not in a way he crows about.  if he’s better off working alone,  it’s certainly not because he craves loneliness. 

he’s shown to be cool and collected when he’s needed       perhaps a bit lippy,  all things considered.  a little retort here and there never killed anyone.  probably.

unfortunately,  this calm and collected mentality tends to break whenever he sees you.

like now,  when he chokes on his food,  hastily gulping down half his coffee in an attempt to cover it up.  around you,  paul sevier tends to revert to a thirteen year old with his first crush,  bumbling and clumsy,  incapable of stringing three words together.  it’s amusing to his friends down in his department,  but it’s all the more aggravating to know how much of a public spectacle he can make of himself.  his brain seems to switch wiring whenever you enter his vicinity,  to catastrophic effect:  he once tried to lean one hand smoothly on the wall to talk to you,  only to misjudge the distance and nearly faceslam into it.  he still cringes just thinking about it.

but you’re standing here now,  and you’re waiting for him to finish choking on his own tongue,  and he can only imagine what you’re thinking of him.  eyes streaming,  he waves a hand in an almost frantic gesture,  a half-formed  “please!”  making its way past his lips.  he expects you to take the chair and stride off to another table,  but to his great surprise,  you give a sigh of relief,  and plop down beside him.

“i’m so glad to see you,”  you say,  and paul’s heart gives an almighty lurch.  “you’re the only one here who can bounce math theories with me.  even if you know them better than i do.”

“that’s not true!”  paul protests,  face burning with a mixture of pride and shyness.  he’s  never  had this problem with a woman before.  he’s never had this problem,  period.  he once had someone drape themselves over his lap and purr about sucking his dick,  and he just coolly told her he was a bit busy with work.  the mere thought of  you  anywhere  near  his dick is enough to send paul into spatial shocks.  “you helped me decode those numbers last week.”

“i said,  ‘what if it’s a derivative,’  and you immediately broke it down into root numbers before i had even finished.  i was scenery.”  you jab at him playfully with your fork,  your lunch arrayed neatly before you.  “either way,  it’s always a delight to see you work.”

the blush has spread to his ears.  traffic and commerce was going to come by any second and set him up as a stop sign.

“but actually,  now that i’ve found you,  i just remembered       siggs is having a lecture downtown on astrophysics and neophysiology.  i was going to go,  and thought you might want to.”

like a date?  his brain slams down the siren,  a shock of delight and hope running up and down his spine.  “yeah,”  he says instead,  surprisingly casual,  despite the inner pandemonium of his mind.  “yeah,  i’d love to.  is,  uh  ...  is anyone else coming?”

“just you and me,”  you say,  and paul  knows  the smile that slips across his face is too wide to hide.  “but if you want to invite anyone,  feel free.”

alright.  not a date.  still:  the two of you,  sitting together for a couple hours,  alone  ( for he was  absolutely  not inviting anyone else ),  sharing notes on a subject you both enjoyed       that was a lot closer than nothing.  and you had invited  him.

“i’d like to go,”  he says,  nonchalantly,  and takes a sip from his coffee without spilling so much as a drop.  “if you want,  i could pick you up.  we can grab something to eat before we head in.  save on gas.”

the planet is not anywhere on his list of priorities right now.

you smile,  wide,  and paul watches the way your lips part,  the flick of your tongue;  he tries very hard not to think about what it would be like to kiss you,  or pull you closer until he can lick his way up your throat.  he tries  very  hard not to let his hand shake when those thoughts come through,  anyways.  “that’d be amazing!  you don’t mind?  i can give you my address,  and       you know what,  let me just give you my number!  you can text me later for the address.  i’m really excited,  paul!”

he watches,  heart hammering,  as you pull out a scrap of paper,  and scribble your number across in neat,  slanted writing.  his hand brushes yours as he takes it from you,  body tingling as you rise from your seat.

“i’m definitely running late now,  but i didn’t want to finish lunch without seeing you!  i’ll talk to you soon,  paul!”

another blinding smile,  and you’re gone,  weaving through the lunchroom crowd as you go.  paul’s gaze follows you until you’re out of sight,  before he lets it fall to the scrap of paper with your number.  you’ve signed it with a smiley face.

he tucks the paper into the pocket on his coat,  right over his heart,  and finishes his lunch with gusto.

[viciousdelights]

reylocalligraphy mentioned you on a post “Adam Driver as Paul Sevier in Midnight Special”

@holyrenperor this is what I imagine Ben in TBH to look like

@reylocalligraphy Y E S *heart eyes* (except maybe a little thiccer ;)

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name: Anne something zodiac sign: Virgo hogwarts house: Hufflepuff most likely height: 171cm sexuality: coming to terms with some orientation race: Ursidae Ailuropoda melanoleuca favorite fruit: Mirabelle favorite season: Winter! Oh god, winter!! favorite book series: The Discworld fave fictional character: SO MANY! You can’t possibly imagine the love I have for fictional characters! Death (Discworld), Dean and Cas (SPN), all characters from SW:TFA (ALL OF THEM!), Adam Sackler (Girls), Paul Sevier (Midnight Special), you have noooooo idea how many i love. And yeah, they’re all my fav! Don’t make me choose, dammit! favorite flower: cherry blossom / primevère officinale favorite color: blue favorite animal: Glue the cat (she’s the cutest) favorite band: Queen how many blankets do you sleep with?: a very fluffy comforter dream trip: ohmygoood, one? Naaaah, dream trips: Namibia, Hawaii, French polynesia, Grenadine islands, Patagonia, Groenland, Antartica, Iceland (yeah i’ve been there, so what? Love that country dammit!) last thing i googled: primevère officinale blog created: 6 years ago, ouch. # of blogs i follow: 270 (under 300 yay!) # of followers: 313 lol i’m a freaking nobody! what do i usually post about?: Kylux, cute animals, some stuff for reference, art do i get asks?: usually no but recently a couple.

And I tag: whoever wants to do it ^o^/

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Ask: Please, I need some ponty. Maybe about Monty remembering his first time coming at Paul's place and how he staying for good.

Monty’s sleepschedule has always been messed up, the result of a combination of late-nighteating and late-night scheming but it’sslowly getting back into a normal routine now that he’s living with Paul, anold man when it comes to bedtime. He likes his schedule so much that Monty hasbegun to conform to it; shower, an episode or two of Doctor Who, a cup of camomile tea and a chapter of his book in bed,asleep by 10pm.

It’s a littleafter midnight. The shy, CIA analyst sleeps peacefully next to him, curled upin a foetal position beneath the soft covers. His dark hair has fallen over hisface so Monty reaches over to brush it back, smiling when Paul exhales at thetouch and wriggles closer to him until Paul’s head is almost tucked under Monty’schin.

Monty wouldnever have labelled himself as someone who could be anchored down by onepartner but as he lies next to his handsome, sleeping lover, Monty can’timagine being anywhere else.

He and Paul hadbeen casual acquaintances when Monty had needed a place to crash for a fewnights after he’d upset the wrong people. All of his FBI colleagues—not friends,Monty Schafer doesn’t have friends—wereoff the list, he couldn’t trust them. He recalls flicking through the numbersin his phone and seeing Paul’s name, recalling him as the quiet analyst who blushedwhen Monty called him cute. With no associations with Monty aside from meetinghim on a federal crime scene, Paul Sevier would be the perfect person to laylow with until Monty’s trail went cold.

Beside him,Paul lets out a little endearing snore and Monty smiles, wrapping Paul up inhis embrace and holding him close as he carries on sleeping, planting a protectivekiss on the top of his head.

The five daysthat Monty had spent as Paul’s were defining. He’d intended to be a parasiteuntil he could leave, sponging off a weak man but, instead, he’d fallen inlove. Not only was Paul smart, outstandinglysmart which was a massive turn-on for Monty, but his natural shyness andquiet nature only added to his handsomeness, something which even he didn’tknow he was. Paul was insecure but being around Monty and his self-assuredcockiness brought him out of his shell in those five days, to the point whereMonty was proud of him. Like a teenager with a crush, Monty could tell thatPaul was trying to please him but embarrassed by every gesture; just anotherthing that Monty found adorable.

His longestrelationship, Monty can’t ever see this one ending.

“Mmm, Mon?”Paul’s voice is deep with sleep, husky and thick. “You’re awake?”

“Yeah,” Montyreplies, shuffling back a little in the bed so he can see Paul’s sleepy face. “Justcouldn’t sleep.”

“Bad dream?”

“Nah, babe,”Monty cups Paul’s cheek and kisses his dry lips, still slack with tiredness. “Theopposite, actually. The best dream.”

[babbushka]

“Show me how you like to be touched.” with either Paterson or Paul, I can't pick which one, so whichever you prefer. I hope you're having a nice day!

(1.1k; d/s dynamics with sub!paul, semi-public, masturbation, voyeurism,  huge praise kink)

He’s been there for hours past his shift was supposed to end. Trying to figure it out, trying to figure out where they’re going, what the coordinates all mean. His eyes are starting to glaze over, it’s so late, he misses you.

The immediate thought of you has him wide awake suddenly, has his heart racing. He knows you’re here still, still at work just a few rooms down the hall. It’s the only reason he hasn’t left yet, doesn’t want to leave you behind, not when he wants to be with you so badly, wants to be near you.

He licks his lips, bites at them a little bit. The thought of you has him hot in his pants, and he can’t help it, he’s so needy, he wants you so badly – he looks around and watches the door, watches to see if anyone is walking past. No one is here but the janitors this late at night, no one but the janitors and you.

He reaches into the desk drawer for the little thing of hand lotion, pumps once or twice into his palm and slicks his cock up. The slipperiness is nothing compared to the tight heat of your cunt, but he can’t have that right now, so he settles for his imagination, eyes shutting tight as he strokes himself off.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on his cock, “Fuck. (Y/N), oh shit, oh – ”

“Someone call my name?” Your voice appears in the doorway, and his whole body goes still as he scrambles, moaning despite himself, trying and failing to wrench his hand away from his hard cock, that’s now throbbing because you’re here, you’re here and you’re gorgeous.

“F-f-f-fuck, I’m sorry – ” He jerks himself off as his head lolls back against the little cushion of his chair, and his heart pounds in his throat as you close and lock the door behind you. Your heels click on the tile floor as you unbutton your blazer and slide it off your shoulders.

“Don’t be, baby don’t stop.” You coo, setting him aflame, especially when you come around and hop up onto his desk, when you rest your heels against his thighs, giving him a perfect view up your pencil skirt as you say, “Show me.”

“Hhhh – ” He’s too wound up to even really speak, as his hand speeds up up up, not once taking his eyes off your panties. He can see that they’re wet, can see that they’re starting to soak through. He wants to bury his face under your skirt and smell your sex, wants to suck on the wetness of your pretty cotton panties, panties he bought you.

Your hand caresses his cheek, and he turns his face into your touch and kisses the creases of your palm as he tugs on his cock harder, faster.

“Show me how you like to be touched.” You whisper for him, as he nuzzles his face into your touch further, lets your perfume curl around his nose, up into his lungs.

He shifts in his seat, the wet smack of his fist around his cock has him moaning, panting, breath coming in sharp and fast. The chair he’s on shakes back and forth, rocks as he pushes his hips up into his own fist, squeezing it tight and moaning so loud, wishing it were your pussy, wondering if you’ll give it to him if he’s good.

You pull your hand back and he frowns, whimpers and whines at the loss of your touch. His balls draw up as the stiletto of your heels dig into his thigh, you shifting around to undo the buttons of your top.

“What are you – ” He mumbles, wanting your hands back on him, wanting your touch again, so desperate for it as he fucks into his fist, as moans and gasps and sighs tumble out of his lips.

Your bra is front-clasping, and you undo the little latch of it, let your tits breathe right in front of his face. Pre-come oozes out of the slit of his cock, and he rubs his thumb through it, spreads it around and groans groans groans, tears of pleasure pricking behind his glasses.

“Don’t you like them?” You say sweetly, spreading your legs a little further. The chair creaks and groans as he tries to get closer, eyes torn between your wet cunt or your pretty tits. You gather his face in your soft hands and pull him forward so he can wedge himself into your cleavage, jerking off so fast fast fast, so close to coming. “Don’t stop. Get your fill baby, oh sweetheart you’re doing so good.”

“(Y/N)!” Paul sobs out against your tits, kissing them, sucking on your nipples, trying not to bite because he knows you’ll grab him by the hair and refuse to let him come if he bites.

“I know baby, I know.” You smile at his frustration, proud of him for having restraint even as he’s flushed red from the tip of his cock all the way up to his ears, his glasses steamed up as he sucks on your nipple and fucks his fist raw. “You’re such a good boy, look how hard you are.”

He moans out loud but it’s muffled into your cleavage as his whole body shakes. He can’t last much longer, not like this, not with you so close. His arm is starting to get sore and he wants to come so badly, so fucking badly he’s crying all over himself.

“Are you gonna come? Gonna come in my pussy?” You comb your fingers through his hair, and he chokes out at the thought.

“Y-yeah, yes please, please (Y/N).” He begs, already standing up on weak knees, pushing you back onto the desk enough that he can hook your legs around his waist, fingers tugging aside your sticky panties.

“Go ahead baby, make a mess of me.” You laugh at how eager he is, until that laugh becomes a little moan as he slides his cock into you.

He thrusts a couple times until he’s blowing his load deep in you, lips searching for yours with eyes shut tight. He comes and comes and comes, tears smudging against your cheeks as you kiss him back so sweetly, little whispers of good boy, you’re so good for me, I love you, dripping from your tongue, making him come harder into your cunt.

“Thank you.” He whimpers against your lips with a raspy voice, always so grateful, so in love, cock in you and throbbing, filling you up with his come.

“Don’t thank me honey,” You say, the picture of composure while he’s so undone, “Let’s go home, I want you to fuck me into next week.”

And he only comes a little harder at the thought.

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Good Morning Mrs. Z! 🙂 First, I adore you're writing and thank you. Can you write Smut Fic prompt -A. Vanilla - #2. Dry humping/clothed sex w/Smut Dialogue prompt #79. "Look at you grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?" + Paul Sevier. 💎

(1.3k, dry humping/pillow humping, d/s undertones, crying during sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism) 

You’re surprised to see Paul’s car in the driveway, when you come home from running errands. He works long and odd hours, but usually they dip way into the evening, usually he doesn’t pull up until well after midnight. He’s on a new assignment that’s been more stable than the one with the kid, one which you still don’t really understand. But that’s okay, that’s not what mattered.

What matters is that he’s home early, and you’re home, and you smile as you unlock the front door, because maybe you’ll get to actually have dinner together for once.

You drop the groceries on the counter, careful to put the freezer stuff in right away, before climbing up the stairs of your small yet cozy home.

“Hey honey, I’m home – oh!” You open the bedroom door to see your husband, shirtless and red faced, on top of the covers, moaning and grunting on his stomach as his legs hug your pillow.

He’s still wearing his trousers and socks, his glasses askew on his nose as his hips come to a standstill, eyes snapping open. He looks like he’s been caught red-handed, and that’s because he has. He licks his lips and wills his hips not to move one single centimeter as you step out of your shoes, drop your purse to the floor and slowly begin undoing your clothes.

“H-hh, b-baby.” Paul’s breathless, and it’s endearing almost, the way his chest is huge and splotchy with lust.

“What did I tell you about waiting for me?” You smile sweetly, shaking your head playfully as you let your top flutter to the floor.

Paul tracks the movement with his eyes, literally drools a little while you step out of your bottoms.

“I’m sorry – ” He starts, and as much as you love when he gets himself worked up into a shameful string of apologies, that’s not what you want. You’re not going to punish him, not that way anyway.

“No no, it’s okay.” You assure him gently, walking to the edge of the bed, sitting down on it and toying with the elastic hem of his socks, “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Uhngh, baby please, I-I-” Paul reaches for you but you only tsk your tongue against your teeth.

“No, I want to watch.” You say, unclasping your bra and stretching entirely for his benefit as you lay down on the bed next to him, your body laid out all for him. “You’re so handsome honey, you’re so flushed. Is this all for me? You thinkin’ of me?”

Your hands roam over your body, and you have to bite back a laugh at how his hips already begin to move again, little circles, little thrusts at first.

“Mhm, yeah, yes.” Paul nods, eyes trained on you.

Part of you wants to take his little glasses off, but you like how they’re getting foggy, steamy. He’s got one of his huge fucking hands pushing the pillow, your pillow, up against his crotch but the other one keeps balling into a fist. He’s moaning and whining for you as he begins to speed up, those powerful thighs clenching around the pillow as he drags his cock over it.

He shakes the bed with how badly he wants it, that friction. How badly he wants you. He puffs out pants and moans through those red swollen lips of his, bites at them some more. Tears start to slip down his cheeks as he gasps and chases his own orgasm.

You’re wet just watching him, pussy fluttering, wishing it were you that he was fucking instead of the pillow, but there’s a sick pleasure in the way he’s shaking with need. You wonder how long he was at this before you came home, as you let one of your hands travel down down down your body to disappear under your panties.

“Fuck – ” Paul cries, a little hiccupped sob when he hears how wet your cunt is as you slide your fingers slowly through your folds.

“Look at you grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?” You ask, voice low and sultry, a little moan at the end of your question as you circle your clit lazily.

“(Y/N)!” Paul is going to break soon, if you don’t give him this.

He’s handsome when he breaks, you think.

“Aren’t you, honey?” You encourage, your tits bouncing slightly from the way he moves the whole bed frame with the force of his hips against that fucking pillow.

“Yes!” Paul’s voice is muffled against the mattress where he’s soaked a drool spot into it, staring at your body next to him, so close and yet so fucking far, “Yesyesyes, yes, please can I touch you?”

“No, and you don’t get to touch yourself either.” Your back arches a little as your legs spread wider, your breath starting to come in faster, more shallow pants, “You’re going to come in your pants just like this, just the way you started.”

You each look at each other, and there’s nothing but sweet adoration in his eyes as he nods, eyelashes clinging with tears as he hiccups into the mattress, as he fucks the pillow, humps it hard and fast. He’s ruining the nice pleats in those trousers, pleats you ironed for him, and the come-stain will be a bitch to get out, but it’s worth it, so worth it for how he’s shaking, trembling, shuddering around his pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moans, almost can’t stand to look at you, at your body. He almost can’t, but he’s glued to that hand in your underwear, and it drives him crazy.

“Thank you darling.” You smile, adoring of him in your own right. “I love you so much.”

“C-can I kiss you? Please, please let me kiss you, I – I won’t even use tongue I promise just one kiss.” He begs, and who are you to deny him, he deserves the whole world, your Paul.

“You can use tongue honey, but don’t you dare stop.” You grin, shuffling a little closer to him on the bed so that he can reach.

He kisses you hungrily, desperately. You’re on your back and he’s on his stomach, but your faces fit together perfectly, the way your hearts do, your souls do. He cries tears of pleasure and relief into your mouth, wets your cheeks with it, and you love him so much you���re tempted to jerk him off and make him shout.

“I’m gonna – fuck I’m – ” He mumbles against your lips, and you nod, breathe into his mouth.

“Come for me honey, come and then you get to touch.” You tell him, fingering yourself faster faster faster now, wanting to catch up, wanting to come with him. He always eats you out whenever you come, cleans you up with his tongue. You want that, you want him, in so many ways.

“Fuck!” His hips grind against the pillow some more, before he comes to a stop and his whole body convulses, even as he goes boneless and comes in his trousers, he still shakes. You’re not far behind, gasping and sighing around your fingers, the both of you cursing in tandem.

It’s not for a long while, until he shakes some hair out of his face and settles himself on his side, opening his arms for you to snuggle into, with a shy little, “Hi.”

“Hi Paul.” You beam up at him, plucking those glasses off his face, setting them nicely on the bedside table and cuddling yourself against him.

“”M’home early.” He whispers, his hands smoothing all over your skin, all over your body, getting their fill of you.

“I missed you.” You let him kiss all over your face, the softest little smooches that have your heart doing flips.

“I missed you too.” He replies.

And then the both of you break into a fit of giggles, laughter at the euphoria of being together, of orgasm, of of of. You missed him, and you loved him, and you both laugh against each others lips, knowing at least one thing was certain with his uncertain schedule – it was definitely his turn to change the sheets.