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@frankthesnek

Frank, she/her, 30s ▪︎ Fanfic writer, same name on AO3 ▪︎ Asks are encouraged ▪︎ Spicy blog!
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I had a shameless Steve thought and it was Steve fucking Tony in his office on his desk. But Tony’s door is opened just a little bigger than a crack due so every single one of Tony’s moans and cries of pleasure can be heard. And Steve realises this but the thought of people hearing him claim Tony fuels the possessive fire in him. So he fucks Tony harder until he screams and it sounds like a lovely echo.

I am here for this.

This probably (definitely) happens more than once. The first time it’s because there’s someone who hit on Tony right in front of Steve and he was not about to ignore that.

(Tony definitely didn’t mind and moaned loudly and shamelessly as Steve pounded into him.)

The second time, Tony instigates it. He pushes Steve onto the couch resting in the middle of the room and straddles him. Steve’s eyes immediately go dark and hooded as Tony rolls his hips. A few minutes later, Tony’s arching his back as Steve fucks him down onto his cock, crying out with every thrust, heat rushing through him at Steve’s display of strength.

Steve is happy to oblige Tony’s increased interest in semi-public sex.

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McShepcest, absolute filth: Double-teamed

Sheppard and Sheppard proving beyond a doubt that clone-fucking is really not just masturbation. ...Rodney's probably never been so happy to be wrong about something before in his life.

Rodney was dead.

He had to be. He’d died, and he’d gone to heaven. Because even though he didn’t believe in that nonsense, it had to be the only possible explanation for how he’d wound up back in his room pinned between two John Sheppards.

And both of them every bit as handsy as Rodney had always thought he— they— John would be.

Rodney groaned, the half-whimper muffled into one Sheppard’s mouth while the other reached around from behind to undo Rodney’s fly, breath hot and mouth wet on Rodney’s neck. He had no idea anymore which one was which. They were both just as hard as Rodney was, clothed stiff heat rubbing against him front and back with matching, lazy rolls of their hips, hands stripping Rodney’s shirt off over his head while another pair pushed his pants and underwear down and warm fingers wrapped around his freed cock in a firm grip.

“You good, McKay?” John asked in front of him, absentmindedly licking kiss-swollen lips while meeting Rodney’s gaze with a heated, searching look.

Rodney breathed a shaky laugh. “Are you kidding me? I could die happy, and you know how I normally feel about dying- nng—

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