I know Erik/Charles/Wesley has been done multiple times to the point people are probably getting sick of it. I can’t help but get a little hot an’ bothered by idea of Erik with multiple (male) Xavier siblings (no offense to Erik/Raven fans, it just do anything for me.) It’s gotten to the point that I have my own little head cannon.
Title: Liberation [links to AO3]
Summary: The city of Arrakeen is under the rule of the tyrant Muad’Dib. The Spartans are slaves to the House of Atreides. One among them is picked out to provide a special service for the Prince. McFassy
[I was like just finished editing this in October and then I started NaNoWriMo (which I haven’t done before)… well let’s just say with that plus school I got crazy distracted. I’m ahead on my nano word count so I finished this finally! grr… anyway… Enjoy~]
[P.S. Don’t let the photoset trick you into thinking this story is going to be anything but porn… it’s not.]
Do you know what I need?
Don’t care what it is, as long as I know the pairing, character/person, Fandom, or AU.
Preferably one of the pairings tagged, but I’ll try my hand at anything once.
Answer, reply, or ask(anon or not) are all welcome.
Coming home late at night… To turn you on (x)
Warning: massive data sharing
Too Cute To Resist.
it’s tuesday guys
CATAVOY. ALL OF IT. WRITE IT FOR ME. DO IT. NAO.
JESUS YOU’RE SLOW. Bastard.
YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE, DAMNIT.
-sigh- Fine. Give me something to prompt it. Just a little something.
Um. CatAvoy sits on Fassy’s lap so that he can’t do anything but pay attention to him and pet him and love him. AND PURRING.
Before meeting James, Michael wouldn’t have considered himself a cat person. Now, though… Well he was a one cat man, it seemed. A very demanding one cat.
He had been stretched out on the couch, reading with the telly on in the background when a weight settled on his thighs. Lowering the literature, he sent a questioning look at the other male. He turned his eyes back to his book, only to find that a hand was pushing it away, quickly being replaced with furry ears and curls. Michael smiled indulgently, rubbing each delicate black ear in turn, until the cat-man was purring gently.
Book utterly abandoned, he let his free hand roam a bit. The older man sat up a bit, just enough to kiss James on the lips, one hand buried in curls, the other swiftly pulling them closer together.
Michael stared down at the smaller man, who was napping in a patch of sun on the bed. Bending over, he lets one hand stroke the curls from James’ face, careful of his sensitive ears, which twitched even in slumber. He settles one knee on the mattress for balance, a smile sneaking its way onto his face. His hand continues on, smoothing from skull to the base of the cat-man’s tail. Feeling the vibrations resulting from what could only be called a purr, he leans down to press a kiss to the sleeping male’s cheek.