#and he was like ‘ok so imagine you have a sandwich. and youre heating it up’

[carcinized]

guys i think i got a crush on a redditor…. 💔

[blushk1tten]

Ok, imagine you're a guest on Chuckle Sandwich, and the topic of Ted going to every MargaritaVille and the Rainforest Cafe comes up. Then, it turns to how you and Schlatt should go to every (whatever restaurant) in the country as a challenge. At first it was a joke, but then it slowly became something you and Schlatt started planning on. And during the trip, you guys starting getting closer and closer, knowing each other more and more. Where at the point you guys are flirting, touching, kissing, and even to the point you guys have sex.

I can even imagine that during one of the hotel rooms you guys were staying at, you accidentally see Schlatt full body naked. And seeing Schlatt absolutely embarrassed about it, you show Schlatt your naked body to make things even between you two.

i’m sorry this took so long but this prompt had me frothing at the mouth. i hope you enjoy <3

"no, because i loved when you went to every margaritaville and rainforest cafe," you explained to ted as you sat sandwiched between him and schlatt on their podcast. "i've had a similar idea for a while. i want to go to at least one cat cafe in every continental state, and along the way promote some shelters for people to adopt at."

ted raised his eyebrows curiously. "really? that sounds pretty cool. maybe you should take schlatt with you, since he's a lonely cat man and all."

"ignoring the fact that having two cats does not make me a lonely cat man," schlatt shot back at ted. "that sounds like a cool idea. i know there's plenty of cats like jambo and the other guy who need adopted."

you couldn't help but laugh a bit. "maybe ted's right. you sound pretty passionate about it for a totally not lonely cat man. you could come with me, and not be so lonely."

"fine!"

with that final word from schlatt, you had accidentally and officially locked yourself into the trip with him. he began to help you research cat cafes and shelters in every state, and helped you to plan the road trip map as well. that was only the start of the two of you getting closer. on the trip, it was a whole different thing.

"let's play twenty-one questions!" you suggested after leaving the cat cafe in austin, heading for your hotel and the next one in louisiana. after all, you had a roughly eight hour drive ahead of you.

schlatt scoffed, looking over at you. "isn't that a game for teenagers tryin' t' date someone?"

"no," you protested back. "it's for people to get to know each other better! i'll go first if you're going to be a dick. what's your favorite animal other than cats?"

he paused for a minute, then admitted his answer in a gruff voice. "bearded dragons. i used t’ have one when i was younger. he was a chill dude."

"see, that's nice, and i learned something new about you," you gave him a small smile. "now you ask me a question."

"are you a virgin?"

"schlatt! i'm not answering that."

the game continued to go similarly, with you asking genuine questions to get to know schlatt, while he asked raunchier questions to poke fun at you and get under your skin. about halfway through your journey though, you gave in, and began to answer him.

"what's your biggest turn on?"

"any kind of intimate touch."

he raised his eyebrows, surprised that he finally got an answer. "intimate touch? what does that mean?"

you could feel your face grow hot as you tried to explain. "any touch from a partner of mine, even if it's casual."

"even if they, like, shake your hand?"

that eased the tension, and you burst out into laughter as you shook your head. "okay, maybe not any touch."

with each leg of the trip, the two of you learned more about each other and grew closer. about halfway through the trip though, was when things began to heat up between the two of you. it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to flirt or use pet names with the other.

“hey, toots,” he called to you, keeping his voice quiet so he didn’t startle the cats. “look at this one. i think it likes me.”

you couldn’t but giggle from your spot on the floor, where a gaggle of cats and kittens had been swarming you for affection. throughout your trip, you had come to find that most of the cats preferred you to schlatt. some found his large stature imposing, while others just didn’t like men, so it was a special moment whenever any cats would come up to him. this time, it was an old, graying tabby, purring loudly from its spot on schlatt’s lap.

“the first time you’ve ever gotten pussy in your life, big guy?” you teased, standing up and moving to sit beside him.

“oh, fuck you,” he scoffed softly, though he looked at you with a smile. “he just knows i’m the better person out of us. look, he’s not interested in you at all.”

it was true. the cat was completely content with schlatt and paying no attention to you. meanwhile, you couldn’t help but pay attention to schlatt. with a soft smile on his face as he scratched the cat’s chin and back, he looked endearing. dare you say it, he looked handsome. you couldn’t help it when you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

schlatt stopped petting the cat instantly, looking at you with surprise in his brown eyes. then, after a moment, he spoke up. “you missed.”

this time, you could feel the surprise on your face as he leaned in again and kissed you on your lips, soft and tender. it wasn’t until the cat on schlatt’s lap meowed in displeasure at the lack of pets that you broke apart.

“i’ll— i’ll edit that out.” you stammered, glancing at the various cameras you had set up while schlatt resumed petting the cat.

“yeah,” he nodded, a light blush on his cheeks. “that sounds good.”

from that point on, flirting and pet names came with the addition of kisses. sometimes they happened on camera in the cat cafes, while other times one of you would invite the other over to their hotel room for a heated makeout session. soon enough though, the trip was coming to an end. you only had a few more cat cafes left before the road trip was over. that would mean an end to the flirting, the pet names, and the kisses that managed to steal your breath each time.

you were thinking about it forlornly as you headed to schlatt’s hotel room, hoping for a nice makeout session to cheer you up. he had actually given you the extra key, so you didn’t think twice as you swiped the card and opened his door. however, you didn’t even make it a step in before you noticed schlatt, completely nude with his bath towel in hand.

“oh my god!” you exclaimed, catching his attention as well.

the last thing you saw before turning on your heel and slamming the door was a glimpse of something massive between his thighs, heat filling your face as you ran back to your own room. you had no idea how you would address that incident, nor did you know if you wanted to. the flirting, pet names, and kissing was one thing, but seeing him naked and anything beyond that was something else.

eventually, you heard the buzz of a keycard opening up your room, though you kept your gaze firmly on the floor as you sat at the end of your bed.

“doll,” schlatt spoke up after a moment. “i’m not mad at you or anything. i gave you a keycard t’ my room so you could come whenever you wanted. i should’ve changed in the bathroom or said somethin’ when i heard the door.”

you shook your head, hoping that any embarrassment on your face was gone as you looked up. “no, jay, it’s my fault. i should’ve knocked before coming in.”

he sat down next to you on the bed. “we both could’ve done stuff differently, but hey, shit happens.”

you nodded, the wheels in your brain turning. you wanted to make it up to him somehow. then, it hit you. the best— or possibly the worst— idea that you had ever had. “i could get naked and let you see to make up for it.”

schlatt went silent for a moment, staring at you as if you had just spoken another language. “what?”

“i’m serious,” you told him. “i got to see you, so you should get to see me. then, we’ll be even.”

his throat bobbed as he swallowed. then, he nodded. “well, toots, better get to it.”

with that, you stood up and began to strip, first pulling off your top, then tugging your shorts down. the whole time, you could feel your heart pounding. you’d gotten naked in the past for others, but something about doing it for schlatt, the same schlatt you’d been growing feelings for, felt different. still, you continued, taking off your bra and underwear as well until you were finally naked in front of him. schlatt’s first words were the same as yours.

“oh my god, doll,” he took a sharp breath as he looked you over, his eyes beginning to smolder with lust. “you look perfect. like everything i’ve imagined and more.”

you couldn’t help but blush, though you were a bit surprised as well. “what do you mean everything you’ve imagined?”

schlatt blinked, his lust fading in confusion. “doll, you have t’ know how much i want ya by now, i just— i didn’t want t’ make you uncomfortable, so i took what i could get.”

“what do you mean when you say you want me?”

“platonically, sexually, romantically. whatever i can get.”

it felt like a weight came off your shoulders when schlatt said that, and you couldn’t help but smile as you walked forward to sit on his lap. “what about all of the above?”

he nodded, then like so many other times, he leaned in to kiss you. this time though, it was different, full of a special kind of passion that came with knowing your feelings were reciprocated. of course, there was also the fact that you were completely naked in schlatt’s lap, his hands running over every inch of skin he could reach.

“jay,” you whined between kisses. “wanna fuck you.”

“fuck, hold on, doll. lemme get my clothes off and get you prepped.”

he didn't take long in stripping, allowing you to finally get a good look at his body. that included his long, thick cock, hanging heavy between his thighs and curving slightly to the left.

"how is that supposed to fit?" you mumbled quietly to yourself, though schlatt chuckled as he heard.

"don't worry, doll," he promised, moving down and pressing a kiss to your clit. "i'll make sure you're nice and wet f' me."

you couldn't help but gasp as he dived in, your fingers tangling in his hair as he ate your pussy like it was his last meal. his own fingers were busy playing with your clit, as he drank up the slick coming from your cunt. "jay!"

schlatt moved and pressed a kiss to your clit before pulling back with a grin, switching to sliding two fingers in your pussy. "c'mon, doll. we're just getting started,"

a high-pitched whine left your mouth, and your back arched as he began to search for the spot that would make you fall apart. it didn't take long either, his grin growing as you called out for him again. "there it is. that's my pretty girl, soakin' my fuckin' fingers. are you gonna cum, baby?"

you nodded, crying out as he began to suck your clit as well. it was your undoing, and you quickly reached your orgasm as he continued to pump his fingers. "i'm cumming, jay! i'm cumming!"

he pulled off and gently pulled his fingers out, face shining slightly with your slick. "good girl. did that feel okay?"

once again, you nodded, panting for breath. "felt amazing."

schlatt leaned in to kiss you, a string of slick connecting your lips as he pulled back. you both laughed, and he pulled back further to break it. "so, are you ready for the rest?"

"yes please," you murmured, him carefully getting into position over you. "just be gentle."

"i promise." he replied, leaning in again to give you a quick kiss before he pushed in.

despite how wet and open you felt, schlatt was big enough that it was a stretch. your nails dug into his back, and you couldn't stop the whimper that escaped you. "oh my god, oh my god—"

he stopped for a minute, looking down at you in concern. still, you could see how hard he was working to keep still. "you okay, doll?"

"just give me a minute. your dick is fucking massive."

the two of you stayed in silence, each trying not to move until you finally gave the go ahead. this time, as schlatt finished pushing in and began to move, you could feel pleasure starting to run up your spine.

"feeling better?" he grinned, his smug attitude beginning to return as the pleasure was clear on your face.

"mhm," you agreed, beginning to roll your hips in time with his thrusts. "feeling a lot better— fuck!"

he adjusted your position into a mating press, making it so you could hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he thrust in, and let out a groan. "fuck, doll. your pussy's so wet f' me. gonna pump you full of cum, get ya even more slick,"

you couldn't help but whimper, clenching around his cock at that statement and making him chuckle a bit. "you like that idea? me fillin' you up with all my cum, gettin' your tummy all round?"

"please," you begged with a sob, making him pick up his pace with another groan. "please breed me, jay!"

"shit, doll, is that it? you want me to make you a mama?"

you nodded, drunk with pleasure. "mhm, please, jay. need your cum so bad."

"you'll get it doll," he grunted, moving his hand down to your clit as well. "just give me a minute. want you to cum too."

sure enough, it didn't take much longer for schlatt's thrusts to grow sloppy and his breathing to grow ragged. "you ready, baby?"

"yes, jay," you moaned, back arching once again as you felt your orgasm building. "gonna cum!"

"then cum, doll. need you to cum so i can give you a baby." he grunted, fingers continuing to dexterously play with your clit.

that was all it took for you to peak, tumbling over the edge with a cry. you could feel yourself milking schlatt as you came, causing him to cum shortly after. you couldn't help but feel tears prick at your eyes from the full feeling. it was everything you could have dreamt of with schlatt and more.

he helped you clean up afterwards, gentle and caring, before snuggling with you in bed.

"so," he eventually murmured, playing with your hair. "we're going to keep this up for the rest of the trip, and even after, right?"

you smiled softly, cuddling closer to him and giving him a kiss. "i think we'll be doing this for a long time to come."

[teddynivvy]

imagine being freezing on the Chuckle sandwich Podcast so ted lets you borrow his hoodie, but later on schlatt rails you because he got jealous?? (maybe with the hoodie on but idk 😳)

sorry for taking to long to do this - i've been writing a ton of smut recently sorry for being horny on main lmao (nsfw and afab reader, dom schlatt, reader has grabbable hair, this is long and depraved SORRY)

when ted offered you his hoodie, he thought nothing of it. you had goosebumps on your arms as you rubbed them lightly, wondering how it was still so cold with all the lights on you. he pulled it off of the back of his chair, handing it to you to slide over your shoulders and torso, giving schlatt a view of your lower back as your t-shirt rode up.

ted didn't know that you and schlatt had been hooking up - it was nothing serious, both of you not having enough time for a real relationship. so schlatt wasn't exactly sure why his face was getting hot when he saw you in ted's clothes, his fist curling into a ball and his teeth clenching. you gazed at him softly as ted tested the audio, a hand on his knee. "you ok?" you asked. he just nodded wordlessly.

the episode went off without a hitch, other than schlatt being a little quieter than usual. ted and schlatt started to pack up the equipment as you said goodbye, going to pull off the hoodie from your body to give back to ted. he put his hand out, signalling that you were ok to keep it on. "we're still all on for breakfast tomorrow right? just give it back then, it's cold out."

when you arrived at schlatt's hotel room later that evening, you were still wearing ted's sweater. schlatt immediately noticed when he opened the door, his eyes following down your body and ending with a huff. "hey..." you pushed past him lightly, sitting down on the comfy bed and leaning back. "this is a nice room."

"so do you like wearing ted's hoodie around me?" there was a bite in his voice as he stood before you, already pulling his own sweater over his head. you felt your cheeks blush lightly, looking down at the outfit you had on. "i was cold." "don't play dumb. you like wearing his clothes? making me jealous?"

you looked up at him, feeling the heat pool between your legs. "maybe i do. does that bother you? not like we're together or anything." his jaw clenched, pushing his shorts down to reveal his thick, hard cock. he pumped it in his hand a few times, before putting his hand on the back of your head, leading you to shove his length in your mouth with surprise.

"take it, slut," he growled, as you felt his punishing pace in your throat. "you knew i'd get mad, and now you get to suck my cock." you moaned as he filled you up, only pulling you off when you started to choke. his hand had a firm grip on your hair as he tilted your head back, spit pooling at the corners of your lips. you were dazed looking up at him, smile across your lips, teasing him. "turn around."

you moved to all fours on the bed, feeling his strong arms rip your shorts down your legs, exposing yourself to him. you sat up to pull the hoodie off with the rest of your clothes, but he simply pushed you down onto the soft mattress, cheek hitting the comforter. "keep it on," you felt the tip of his cock against your pussy lips. "you can wear it while i fuck you, since you wanted to wear it so bad."

he doesn't give you time to adjust, slamming his thick cock deep inside of you with one long thrust. he groaned as his hand came down to slap your ass, as you let out a pathetic whimper. he was filling you up so well, your knees parting slightly to accommodate his length. "taking it so good," he cooed, as your pussy squeezed around him. "like a good slut, i knew you would."

your hand came down to your clit to rub the sensitive bud, whimpering at his pace. his hips slapping against yours, explicit sounds filling the room as you felt him speed up. you knew him well enough to know that meant he was close, hand coming down in a firm slap on your ass once more.

"apologize," he demanded, his hands gripping your hips. "you wanna come, don't you? say sorry to me for being such a slut for ted."

you gulped down air as the strokes got faster, and you knew you wouldn't last long. the pressure was building as you felt the familiar shakes in your knees, your ass bruised from his firm slaps. "i'm sorry," you choked out, your voice weak. "hm, what did you say?"

"i'm sorry!" you said louder, eyes squeezing shut. "i'm sorry for being such a slut baby, i'm y-yours, fuck, i'm yours. you know i'm yours."

that was enough for him to cum, you following not long after. you pulsed around him as he exploded inside of your gushing pussy, coming harder than you ever had before. his thrusts slowed as he moaned, deep and gutteral, fucking his cum deeper and deeper inside.

"fuck," he breathed, pushing his hair out of his face. "sorry f'getting jealous, baby. just want you all to myself."

[snoopyearss]

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Currently writing this while on my period

But can you just imagine how sweet and loving nanami would be while you’re on your period? And you know he’s just husband material so he’d make sure you’re taken care of.

You’re hunched over, clutching your stomach in pain because it seems this wave of cramps isn’t going away anytime soon. You’re trying not to make too much noise since your boyfriend has work early in the morning. But it’s hard to keep quiet when it feels like someone is twisting and wringing your uterus like they’re trying to dry a wet rag.

You keep fidgeting on your side of the bed, which gets noticed.

“Darling? Are you alright?” His voice drenched in sleep. “Is it your cramps?” How did he know?

“Mhm, they won’t stop. Can’t move..” you groan, curling up into a tight ball. He got up and went straight to the nightstand to open the drawer. He dedicated his night stand to you and when it comes to situations like this.

He grabbed the heating pad, painkillers, and your weighted plushie. He walked over to your side of the bed and began to caress your cheek. “I’m so sorry you’re in this much pain honey. Let me take care of you ok?” You nodded in response and uncurled yourself from that ball. He placed you further up on the bed and put the heating pad on top. He plugged it in and rested it on your lower abdomen as he got the weighted plushie to place on top of it.

“Ok honey, while that’s heating up, I’m going to fix up a quick snack to take with your painkillers ok?” He kissed your forehead and waited for your response to start baking a snack for the love of his life.

You nodded and he went straight to the kitchen. He grabbed the quickest thing he could find since he didn’t want to keep you waiting while in pain. He settled on making a quick sandwich; not too heavy but just enough for the painkiller to work.

He went back into your shared room and sat by your side, “Here love,” he placed the sandwich in front of you. “Eat as much as you can. Even if it’s just two bites.”

“You’re so sweet, Kento. Thank you.” You expressed your gratitude as you took a bite. You ended up having one half of it before saying you were getting sleepy. He gave you the painkillers and kissed you softly.

He got into his side if the bed and wrapped his arms around you. “How are we feeling now my love?” He asked, peppering kisses on your forehead.

“A little better than before. Thank you, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” You mumbled, falling in and out of sleep. “You’re a strong girl, for you to handle these every month, shows you can handle anything.” You weren’t able to hear what he said since you were fast asleep. He chuckled and kissed your nose.

“Good night, baby. I love you.”

[anticanonsposts]

heyyyyy

can you do sum with the task force 141 going out to train in a BIG ASS field but Yn used to be a cheerleader so she starts busting out handspring’s and the 141 is just flabbergasted

also I LUV YOUR HEAD CANNONS SM

mwaaa !!

ok yes ofc babe, i did make it slightly könig centric, but still included a few of the other guys 

Cw: none?? sfw allusion to sexual behaviors at the end a little bit so a little nsfw

Sooooo

141 gets to the newest training facility and there happens to be a very large open several acre sized field that you can only imagine is going to be used for some horrific suicide runs or drills of some sort

after everyone gets settled, and trained on what they will be doing when recruits arrive the next day you all go out to the field for lunches

you ofc sit with your affectionately named ‘bunk buddy’ König, who you weren’t officially dating because of fear it might negatively affect your jobs but you guys banged like bunnies and he was completely enamored with you

anyways

you’re minding your own business, eating your sandwich, listening to König ramble on about some new obstacle drill he wants to try out when you hear maybe the cockiest out of the 141, Soap, get a little too noisy

‘Mate there is no way you could do backflips on this terrain….My arse soap!!!’ 

clearly the men a few feet away were having a heated debate on each other’s skill sets

getting a wicked idea, you continue eating your lunch, listening to König, tell yourself that you won’t go there, its not worth it

that is until Ghost gets a little too boisterous saying ‘oh you really think anyone here can do that? That would take years of training dumbass’ he was directing his speech towards Soap and Price but he did say ‘anyone here’ 

calmly you ask König if you can show him something cool, and of course he says yes

So you get up and try to remember a combination that you often did when you were younger during cheer practice 

Taking one last deep breath you perform a mix of front flips, back handsprings, twists, turns, you name it before landing dozens of feet away from where you started

when i say it was silent

it was deafening 

peripherally you could see nearly everyone’s mouth completely agape, other than Ghoast whose jaw is clenched out of what you can only imagine is pure jealousy

it felt good, you won’t lie, to be envied, for your skills to be on display

you felt like you were still having to prove yourself, your worth, your skills for the group 

then with a shit eating grin, not looking at anyone else you sauntered back up to König who had stood up at this point, grabbed his hand and started making your way back to the facility

all you could hear behind you were explanations of ‘bloody hell, oh my god, I can’t believe it, eat shit ghost’

‘You truly are a marvel’ könig says looking down at you, shyly grinning

‘Why don’t i show you other ways I can be that flexible’ you reply which makes this man audibly gulp as you skip with him to your room 

hehe i hope this was at least kind of what you wanted (i truly don’t know shit about the other characters lol) 

that being said, my requests are still open <3333

[thirsty4villains]

Cool Heat

Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...

Rating: Explicit (smut in future chapters)

Warnings/Tags: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SMUT, and 1 chapter will have some dubcon, Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers (because my brain is perpetually stuck in 2012 Tumblr era), sleep sex, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, more tags to be added

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CHAPTER 1

“Has anyone seen Loki lately?” Steve asked one Saturday afternoon. Tony Stark, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and you were all hanging around the lounge area in the penthouse of Stark Tower when Steve had walked in and posed the question.

You still couldn’t believe that you were The Avengers’ assistant and that you regularly spent time with them in Stark Tower. You started as an intern for S.H.I.E.L.D. back as a senior in high school years ago and now, here you were, filling out reports and helping the Avengers out in any way you can.

“Don’t tell me you’re complaining about it,” Clint responded. “This is the most peaceful it’s been in a while.”

He laid his head back and slumped deeper into the couch.

“You’re not worried, are you, Cap?” Tony said teasingly.

“About the guy who tried to take over Earth a few years back and now has access to highly confidential S.H.I.E.L.D. secrets? Yeah, I could say I’m a little worried.”

“I think he’s just been in his room all this time,” you piped up. You were busy multitasking eating a sandwich and going over some S.H.I.E.L.D. documentation that Coulson decided to drop on you last minute.

“Yeah, he’s just been kind of keeping to himself,” Bruce said. “Well, except for…”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Except for what?” Natasha asked, turning her head, finally looking up from the magazine she was reading. However, you were fairly certain she was listening the entire time.

“Well, last night. Or the other night, I can’t remember — it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the other night I got hungry and went for a midnight snack, and when I came to the kitchen, Loki was there too. He had the fridge open, but he wasn’t looking for anything. He just had his eyes closed and just… stood in front of the open freezer. It was only for a second and then he noticed I was there, so he shut the fridge and went back to his room.”

“Maybe he was sleepwalking?” You asked.

Bruce shrugged, then shook his head. “I dunno, but also when he saw me he kind of… snarled. I thought I imagined it because I was half awake, but maybe he did.”

“Okay, that is weird,” Tony said, shoveling some chips into his mouth.

“Should we tell Thor about this?” Steve asked.

“And say what?” Tony asked. “Hey Thor, sorry to bother you while on your vacation with Jane but Loki was standing in the fridge and he kinda growled at Bruce. Is he evil again? Please advise.”

Steve crossed his arms. “I just think someone should check on him at the very least. When is the last time anyone has seen him, aside from Bruce?”

The room fell quiet as the cogs in people’s brains turned.

“Monday,” Natasha said.

“Monday, yeah,” Clint said.

“Sunday, I think,” Tony offered.

“Monday for me too,” you said.

“Ok, Sunday or Monday. Today’s Saturday. That means no one has seen him in almost a week, except for Bruce the other night. Something must not be right.”

“So… Who’s gonna check on him? Not gonna be me,” Tony said. “I’m not gonna piss him off.”

The room was silent again.

“Oh come on, really. No one?” Steve asked.

“Why not you?” Natasha rebutted.

“Because I’m fairly certain he likes me the least. He’ll probably just slam the door in my face.”

“Oh my god, okay, here.” Tony roused from his chair and went to the kitchen, pulling out a box of toothpicks from a drawer.

He proceeded to snap them, throwing tiny bits of toothpick into the garbage can.

“Come on, all of you. We’re drawing straws. Everyone get up and pick one.”

Each person moved to grab a toothpick from Tony. As you took yours, you hoped to God that you wouldn’t get the short stick.

You’d been working alongside the Avengers for 6 months – a little time after Loki joined. In that time, you’d gotten to know each person well. Some you were closer with than others, but overall you got along with everybody. Loki, however, was a different story. Most days you weren’t sure if he tolerated or hated you; other days, on the rare occasion, he treated you very kindly and joked with you. On any given day you couldn’t be certain what kind of attitude he would have. At this point you decided he was just a reformed asshole, and usually kept your distance.

Your last interaction with Loki on Monday was curt. You attempted to make small talk with him about his weekend, but many of his answers were one-worded, so the conversation wasn’t really a dialogue. He seemed agitated, but not more than usual. Maybe he was feeling depressed and that’s why he’s been holing himself up in his room?

It was time to show the toothpicks off. Everyone outstretched their hands and revealed theirs. You all compared sizes and, lo and behold, of course you had the short stick.

“Oh, great,” you said, blowing a puff of air out of your mouth.

“Thank god it wasn’t me,” Natasha said.

“Or me,” Clint responded.

“Phew,” said Bruce, deliberately avoiding eye contact with you.

“Alright, alright, I get it,” you said. “I’ll go figure it out. If he kills me, you’re all to blame and Tony’s paying for my funeral.”

You tossed your tiny toothpick into the trash and went to the elevator, hitting the ‘10’ button, the floor where most bedrooms were. At the end of the hall on the left side was Loki’s. In all the time you worked for the Avengers, you’d never gone to his room, not even knocked on his door. Loki was very private about his space and you respected that.

You brought up a fist, but hesitated, like a force prevented you from knocking on the door. Almost no one ever bothered him while he was in his room, and you were just a lowly human compared to superheroes and literal gods. The last thing you needed was a god’s ire directed at you.

Hopefully you could just knock on the door and find out he snuck out for the afternoon, and avoid an interaction altogether.

Knock knock.

Silence. You waited.

Knock knock knock.

You waited some more.

“Loki?” You asked. “I’m here to —“

“Here to what, mortal? Antagonize me?” Loki said from behind the door. His interruption startled you.

“We haven’t seen you in days, we just want to make sure you’re okay.”

The god swung open the door violently. You took a step back, alarmed by the sudden interaction. Loki’s face was deeply perturbed, and blue.

Blue!

And not just his face: his neck, his ears, his hands. His entire body was a deep blue. What’s more was that his eyes were entirely ruby red, whites and all. If you didn’t know him you would have gone running back down the hall. It was quite a terrifying sight to see, like a demon just opened the door. And yet, there was something about this appearance that beguiled you.

“I am alive,” he said. “Happy? Now leave me in peace.”

“Loki… what happened to you?”

He groaned. “It is the business of no one here. You will tell no one. Not Iron Man, not the Captain, none of them. You hear me? Make up a lie if they must know.”

“Loki, if you’re sick I want to help. Or did some magic you cast go wrong? I’ll tell them a lie, just tell me if there’s anything I can do.”

For a brief moment, his look of irritation and anger softened.

“I don’t think you can. But it was no magic, and I do not believe that I am sick.”

“Then why are you blue?”

He was quiet, then gave a long, drawn out sigh.

You expected to come here and get a door slammed in your face. Instead, Loki began explaining to you a part of him you never knew. Loki wasn’t Asgardian, he was something called Jotun, and he didn’t know about this for a millennia. He explained the Jotuns to you, then went on to say Odin kept his parentage a secret from him as a way to protect a peace treaty between the Asgardians and the Jotun. But what’s worse is that Odin also brought Thor and Loki up believing that Jotuns are barbaric murderers.

It was quite the info dump you weren’t prepared to hear.

Loki continued: “Despite my… monstrous heritage, there is still much I don’t know about that aspect of myself. A few days ago I began to feel ill; faint and light-headed, so I laid down on my bed. When I woke up, I no longer had my Asgardian appearance but my Jotun one, and I have been unable to change back since.”

“Are you weaker in this form? And are you positive this isn’t some kind of disease?” you asked.

“I am fairly certain, and all of my capabilities are at their fullest. However, I have been feeling agitated, angry, and frankly just on edge. It’s becoming worse by the day. I’ve confined myself to my room for the safety of myself and others, but I’m afraid that this… affliction is not going to cure itself on its own.”

“Maybe Tony can help? Or Bruce?”

Loki chuckled sardonically. “How would they? I have little knowledge of Jotun biology, what help could they possibly offer?

“Maybe…”

“Enough chatter, woman!” he exclaimed, making you jump. “I will find a solution on my own. Your concern has been noted. Leave me now, would you kindly?”

He shut the door in your face. You retreated back to the lounge in the penthouse. When you arrived, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you.

“Well?” asked Steve.

“He’s alive,” you said. “And very grumpy, I would advise not to bother him. He told me he has some sort of Asgardian illness and it should go away soon.”

“That settles that. Great work,” said Tony. “I’m going to my lab now if anyone needs me.”

“I have some stuff to look over, so I’ll be going home for the day,” you said. “Ring me if you need me.”

When you got home to your apartment, you did do some work poring over your S.H.I.E.L.D. files like you said, but more of your time was spent wondering about Loki. You couldn’t stop thinking about how his true heritage was kept from him for a thousand years. It didn’t excuse what he did in New York but it sure did explain a lot. You were aware of his jealousy toward Thor, but the pieces connected a little more firmly now regarding his angry and irritable nature.

The other thing that you couldn’t expel from your mind were those ruby red eyes surrounded by sapphire skin. They were piercing, and sometimes when you blinked you could swear that you saw them flash in your retinas. They were frightening yet alluring. It was a shame he seemed to hate his true form so much – not that his usual one was ugly by any means.

Although Loki said to leave him be, you felt dreadfully sorry for him, on both accounts of his history and his current predicament. If he didn’t speak up soon, you would check on him again.

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor pt 6

Part 6

[Previous part]

a/n: Sorry this kind ends abruptly but the word count was getting high so I figured i'd split it up. it doesn't really move the story alone, but I had fun writing this part.

wc: ~1.1k

tags: @better-imagination-9

The sun slants through the curtains that normally you would have drawn. But as the piercing light stabs your retinas, the events of last night slowly come back to you. Albeit in bits and pieces. A drink, or two, maybe four? Walking. Ok, stumbling. Being on the ground, looking up at Toji. FUCK. You sit up and the sudden movement sends the room spinning. Toji saw me, drunk, on the ground.

That thought quickly unlocks more from last night: Toji carrying you to bed. You throw the blanket off, groaning both from the tilting of the room and your growing embarrassment.

Once dispensing a gracious amount of cat food to Mewsy as an apology for not feeding her the previous night, you sit at your kitchen table. Still trying to piece together the events of last night. Had you said anything stupid? Made more of a fool of yourself than what you think you already did? And more importantly, how do you ever face him again?

Ok, time for damage control. Let's see, he saw me drunk. That wouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn’t also witnessed me rolling on the sidewalk like some kind of cat in heat and then carrying me like a child. Ok, the logical thing to do is to apologize. He saw me acting immature, so I’ll show him that I can be mature and own up to my mistakes.

After quick shower and a dusting of makeup to cover your dark circles, you check your reflection one more time in the hallway mirror and you open the front door. Before nerves can get the best of you, you stride next door.

You knock three times and pray that no one is home. I’ll count to five and if he doesn't answer I’ll—

The deadbolt clicks and the door swings open, revealing Toji in low-slung jeans and once again no shirt. His skin gleams with a thin layer of sweat. Smears of oil and dust coat his hands. His hair sticks to his sweaty brow and, once again your stomach clenches with a delicious warmth. Something about being around this man instantly kicks your body into overdrive. As if it’s in a perpetual state of ovulation when he’s near.

“Hey neighbor,” Toji greets you as he grabs a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands. The act is arousing. The thought of him working with his hands. Instead of working in his garage—which he had clearly been doing—you imagine what those hands you do to you. Would they be gentle? Or rough? Or would he alternate between soft touches and choking—-no, no, focus.

“Hey,” you clear your throat. “Is this a bad time?” Please let it be a bad time.

“Not at all,” he opens the door more. “C’mon in.” You step around him, trying not to brush against him.

“Hi y/n!” Megumi shouts as he runs down the hall towards you.His arms outstretched. The excited voice, normally adorable, pierces right into your skull causing you to grimace accidentally.

Megumi stops short, his arms falling to his side. “What’s wrong y/n.”

“Nothing, I’m just–”

“Y/n was out way past her bedtime son,” Toji interrupts behind you. He slams the door, hard. Another jolt of pain shoots inside your head. “Let's give her a round of applause for being able to stand upright today.”

Toji starts clapping his hands, Megumi following suit, jumping in place. More pain crackles behind your eyes. Asshole.

“I’m going to go,” you murmur, turning back, intending to run out the door. Toji's leaned against it, however, his arms crossed and a satisfied look on his face. You’re blocked.

“Nonsense, we were just about to have lunch. Join us,” he coos, cupping and squeezing your face briefly before sauntering into the kitchen. You stare daggers at his bare back. Megumi grabs your hand pulling you to trail his father. “C’mon, y/n”

In the kitchen,Megumi climbs into a seat as Toji places a sandwich and some baby carrots in front of him. You remain standing, feeling out of place. Toji must notice because he pulls out a chair and gestures, albeit a bit dramatically. You roll your eyes before taking a seat.

“Here.” Toji places a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water in front of you. Your head spins from the thoughtful gesture, or it could just be the hangover. Nevertheless, a blush creeps into your cheeks.

“Are you sick,” Megs asks between bites of his sandwich.

“I—”

“Y/N was a bit of a party animal last night, fell down and dad had to carry her home,” Toji quips, pulling up a chair beside you with a sandwich of his own. HIs long legs stretched out. You whip your head towards him, intent on glaring him in the eye. You're then reminded that he is, still, shirtless. Your eyes betray you, drifting to his bare chest. Quickly you look away, focusing on pills and water.

“Isn’t that right, y/n” Toji presses. He's taunting you, wanting a reaction. Be mature be mature be mature. He nudges you with his leg. “Hmm??”

Taking a deep breath and gathering yourself, you look at Megumi. “Yes, I did have too much fun last night so I am a bit sick. And your father being shirtless and sweaty isn’t helping me feel any better.” So much for being mature.

Megumi giggles. Toji leans forward and places his forearms against the table. “Doesn’t seem to make you ill when you’re looking out your window at me,” he pretends to whisper, sending megumi into another fit of giggles

Shit! Did he know that you watched him? Now you look like a total creep. Fuck.

You try to think of something witty to say, but come up empty and embarrassed.

“Yeah didn’t think I would notice ya, staring out the window while i’m working out huh,” he prods.

“Can we talk?” you snap before he can say anything else humiliating.

“We are talking,” he gestures between the two of you.

“Alone,” you say softly, not wanting to hurt megumi’s feelings, excluding him.

After a few seconds of staring each other down, he finally yields. “Megs. take the rest of your lunch into the living room, Ok?”

Hanging his head, Megumi gathers the remainder of his meal and sulks out of the room.

“What?” Toji snarls.

“You always avoid adult conversations by using your child as a buffer,” you spit. Toji rolls his eyes, leaning back against the chair.

“Floors all yours, darling,” he gestures dramatically. “Let’s have an adult conversation.”

“First can you put on a shirt?” you ask

“Are you distracted?” he banters, a coy smile on his lips

You don’t take the bait. Instead scowl at him.

His smile falls as he sees you aren’t going to play his game. “Fine,” he grumbles, standing up and walking upstairs.

Now alone, you try to even remember why you came over here in the first place.

[a-total-slut-for-luis-serra]

Dreams in the eye of the writer (the right of '87) (SMUT SO IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT PLEASE LEAVE!!)

Ok I'm not good at this and this is my first time writing so don't be to to harsh (p.s the reader doesn't have a set gender.) (Also it pained me to put y/n but that was the only thing I could've thought of)

(The right of '87 is a joke)

As you walk briskly down the hall,the sound of your shoes tapping on the floor, you're plagued by an all too familiar idea you've had that you thought of almost daily. As the idea emerges in your head,blooming into a full out fantasy,you slowly start to feel the heat forming in your cheeks. *"I could bring it up and maybe...." you thought as you stepped in front of the door to poes office/apartment*

You gave it a soft but firm knock and then came the "come in please!" That poe always gave. As you walked in you see poe hard at work writing something down on a piece of paper,he then stopped and turned to you.

"Y/n! What a pleasure it always is to see you" he smiled softly at his lover. "Is that for me?" He said pointing to the small bag in your hand.

"Yep! Figured you could use a meal and I stopped by the market so I thought I'd get you lunch" you said while passing him the lunch;a sandwich and a bottled tea.

"Thank you! I'll be sure to appreciate it to the absolute fullest! You truly are a dream y/n!"*he said while looking at you,though he could've had his eyes closed,was always hard to tell because of his bangs* *"how I'd love to push them aside and watch his eyes as-"* your thoughts were interrupted by a tilt of the head of poe.

"Are you okay? You seem lost in thought my dear" *his voice was laced with concern* "do you need anything? Anything at all?".

"No no I'm fine like you said just...lost in thought" *you said as you moved toward poe and you laced your arms around his neck as you bent half way so that your head rested comfortably on his shoulder* "are you ok? Seem alittle tense to me dear~" *you said in a almost velvety voice. You would try and slide the option in there.*

"I-Im completely fine my dear! No need to worry!" *his shoulders were tense and his speech was slightly forced out. Just the response you wanted from him.*

"You sure? Seem stiff to me~" *you leaned into his ear* "I could help with that you know?" *the smirk could be heard in your voice as you put a hand on his chest and rubbed in slow,cruel circles*

The response was a feast for the eyes. He breath hitched and he tilted his head to the side, a pink blush across the cheeks were a fantastic touch but that didn't matter as much as his words.

"And h-how could you...help me?" *his voice was one of curiosity and want. A slight tremble was typically normal of him*

"Let me show you~" *you gave his neck a kiss and slowly moved so that you faced in front of him,your hand always gliding across his body as you kneeled down on both knees. You put a hand on his thigh and slide it up and down slowly while giving his a indicating look*

O-oh~ *his voice hitched and his cheeks were a full out red* "I........I would like that-very much in fact" *he said while turning his head*

*you smirk and nod* "well if it's what you want~ who am I to deny you?" *you then undid his belt,his pants and underwear soon after and when his erection sprung out you smiled and put a hand on it and wiped off the slight pre-cum already leaking from it.*

*poe had already covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle the sounds that fell out of his mouth.* p-please.... no teasing I beg you *you then got up and brushed his bangs out of his eyes and put and hand on his chin and as you looked into his eyes you said* "keep them out of your face. I want to see them"

*he nodded and you went back down. As you put it in your mouth you slowly bobbed your head up and down.*

It was just how you imagined. Poes face was one of lustfull bliss and enjoyment. He sometimes threw his head back or let out moans or slight whimpers as you moved your tounge in a experienced dance around him. As you worked poe resisted the urge to buck his hips up into your mouth as moans of bliss escaped his swollen lips,he knew you were already amazing and not worthy of him but he found himself somehow even more blown away by you.

"I-im almost" *he managed to pant as you worked faster. At that you went further down and gagged slightly but you didn't mind. This was perfect,you always wanted to do this for poe,you imagined how he'd look,what he'd say or do and this was just...perfect. his face his mouth his eyes. All of it made you want to see him come undone under your mouth and you'd take whatever he gave*

He panted and put his hands on the chair and gripped it tightly and let out a loud moan.

"Ah-ahh!~" *he bucked into by accident as he came but you didn't mind. You licked and sucked on him as to continue his high for as long as possible and when he started to twitch you got off of him with a loud "*pop*". You looked up and him as you wiped a slight line of cum off your lips*

"So?,less tense?" *you teased*

"Yes...oh goodness yes-thank you tru-truly" *he panted but soon put his pants back on and after a minute he looked at you,his cheeks warm* "you're alright?" *he said as he saw you get ready to leave*

"Yep! This was about you after all! I'll be honest I've been wanting to do that for awhile now" *you said as you took a drink of water from your water bottle,clearing your throat. You then gave him a kiss and said goodbye*

"Oh...well b-bye then y/n!". As he turned back to his paper all his thoughts were of you. Your face and how happy you looked to do that for him. He thought about how happy he was to have you and how amazing a person you were.......and how he could pay you back.

END!!<3

I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it. Sometimes you just gotta write ab giving head to a handsome awkward guy.

[coffeedrgn87]

December 14th Drarry Drabble: "Sweet Tooth"

Tags: Flatmates, Slow Burn, UST, First Kiss, Flirting, Snuggling, Fluff, Even asleep Teddy is the perfect matchmaker

“Harry, I found the most adorable reindeer doughnuts you’ve ever seen—” Draco hollered from the hallway, delighting in the snug warmth inside the two-storey flat he shared with Harry. It was absolutely freezing outside, and Draco was glad to finally be home. He toed off his shoes and kicked them aside, then haphazardly slipped out of his winter coat and flung it over the bottom newel post. A well-practised swish of his wand sent the cardboard box of reindeer doughnuts floating into the kitchen at the end of the hall, and then Draco was on his way up the stairs, taking two steps at once.

He found Harry in his bedroom, and when he poked his head in to check whether Harry was asleep, he noticed that Harry had company. Teddy, his godson, was fast asleep in Harry’s arms. His signature blue hair was a dishevelled mess, and his face was blotchy and tear-stained. Draco arched a curious eyebrow and pushed the door open a little further. He quietly stepped into the room, careful to avoid the creaking threshold floorboard.

“What happened?” he whispered.

Harry let out a soft sigh.

“Bit of drama at St. Mungo’s today. Andy took him for his scheduled dragon pox vaccination, but he refused to let the Healer anywhere near him without me there. Begged off work when Andy floo-called to ask if I could help. Afterwards, he wouldn’t let go of me, so I told Andy I’d take him home. He’s with us for the weekend, I’m afraid.”

Draco grinned.

“You big ol’ softie.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Like you wouldn’t have done the same.”

Draco shrugged. He gently closed the bedroom door behind him, then crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Why all the tears?” he murmured.

Harry let out another sigh.

“His arm was sore after the injection. I tried to dilute a few drops of pain potion to make it kid-friendly, but he refused to drink it. Threw up when he smelt it. As you can imagine, we’ve had quite the morning. I finally got him to sleep about twenty minutes ago, but I’m afraid to leave the bed if it wakes him up again.”

Draco huffed a soft laugh. He pulled his legs up onto the bed and, curling up next to Teddy, gently combed his fingers through his cousin’s hair to restore some order to it. Teddy mumbled something garbled and curled into an even smaller ball.

“I’ll stay with him if you need a break.”

Harry shook his head.

“Nah, I’m OK. Did I hear you say something about reindeer doughnuts?”

Draco nodded.

“There’s a new bakery café on Carkitt Market called Sweet Tooth, a hole-in-the-wall sort of thing with two tables on the inside and a queue to rival any book signing Flourish & Blotts ever organised. They drew more of a crowd than you the last time you decided to eat your lunch sandwich out by the fountain. Went to check it out and thought you might like some reindeer doughnuts; they’ve a treacle filling.”

Harry’s eyes sparkled brightly.

“You are my saviour,” he said.

Draco turned his eyes upwards.

“Laying it thick here, aren’t you, Potter?”

Harry shrugged.

“Dunno, perhaps, I don’t care. Treacle is heaven.”

Draco chuckled.

“You’re too easy to please, Potter.”

Their gazes met. Like so often, Draco felt unable to look away. His cheeks flushed with heat, and after a few seconds of deliberately ignoring the thumping in his chest, Draco tore his gaze away — it required enormous effort. He tried very hard not to think about the fact that he’d climbed onto Harry’s bed without asking and to distract himself from being close to Harry—their feet were practically entangled, and he could feel the heat of Harry’s body—Draco focused his attention on Teddy. He caressed the little boy’s face, and when Teddy mumbled something else in his sleep, Draco instinctively pressed a lingering kiss to his cousin’s temple.

“He’s burning up,” he whispered, flicking his gaze at Harry.

Harry nodded.

“One of the side-effects of the vaccine. Should be gone by tomorrow.”

“I’ll brew something in a bit. I can tweak the Pepper-Up recipe a bit. If you whip up one of your famed hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows, I’ll slip it in. He won’t know a thing and will feel better in a flash.”

“He’s darn lucky to have you, you know.”

Draco smiled.

“Us,” he corrected. “Anything for the little monster. He’s got my whole heart.”

“Who’s the big ol’ softie now?” Harry teased with a grin that made Draco’s stomach flip as his heart helplessly stuttered inside his chest.

He shrugged.

“So what if I am?”

Harry grinned.

“Exactly, so what,” he said. His hand found Draco’s, and they entwined their fingers underneath Teddy’s pillow.

Draco failed to suppress a goofy grin (not that he was trying especially hard), and resting his head on his upper arm, he glanced at Harry. Being this close to Harry made it difficult to ignore how Harry’s proximity woke the butterflies in his stomach, and while they danced and fluttered about, his heart rate surged. Draco let his eyes fall closed. He concentrated on the way Harry smelt—of fresh citrus, coffee, a faint whiff of Mungo’s, and his signature cologne—and the way Harry gently caressed the back of his hand with his calloused thumb. He poked Harry’s feet with his toes. They played footsie for a while, just lightly rubbing their feet together, and then Harry shifted a little.

“Draco?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Draco opened his eyes in a flash and stared at Harry. He wanted to say something, but it felt like a cat had gotten his tongue, and the harder he tried to find the right words to answer Harry’s unexpected question, the more he struggled to establish a connection between his brain and vocal cords. It was like he’d suddenly gone mute. He cleared his throat a few times or tried to, and as his cheeks pinked and then turned crimson, he stared up at Harry, utterly perplexed.

“Er,” he eventually said.

Harry smiled.

“What an eloquent answer,” he murmured. “And that from the man who usually has it all together.”

Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes, ignoring the taunt. For now, at least.

“It’s not a no, though,” he pointed out.

“It’s not a yes either,” Harry countered.

Draco briefly considered his options, their friendship, their living situation, their entangled lives, the fact that five-year-old Teddy was fast asleep between them, and, perhaps most importantly, that Harry had, for some bold reason, decided to put a sudden end to their little dance and song. They were both aware that there was more to their friendship and had been for a while. Even their friends, a weird group of Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw who all appeared to get on splendidly, knew there was more between them, and regularly joked about it or made bets. But until now, Draco had never felt the overwhelming urge to change anything about his and Harry’s relationship. Sure, thoughts like what Harry might taste like and whether he was a good kisser crossed his mind every so often, but something always held him back from making the first move. Apparently, now he didn’t have to.

“If you don’t want—”

Draco hissed a pointed, “oh shut it already, Potter,” then smiled. “If Edward here wakes up and finds us snogging, you can explain the whole birds and bees situation to him.”

“And what do I do if he wants to know whether you’re the bird or the bee?”

This time, Draco did roll his eyes but swallowed a groan.

“You’re ruining the moment, Potter,” he said.

“Oh.”

“Just— kiss me already.”

[reallyromealone]

Eddie x Dustin's brother 3

The one where they are dating not the one with baby

Omegaverse

X

It had been two months since Eddie and (name) went on their first impromptu date and Eddie had begun the courting process with a shirt of his.

"It's not much but..." Eddie was a little shy but looked confused at (name)s big grin as he took it from his hands and led him into the omegas room, the brunette watching in awe as (name) carefully tucked it in his nest before going to his bed and giving Eddie a smaller pillow that was heavy with his scent "now you have something!"

Eddie carefully took the soft pillow and even just holding it he could smell the addictive aroma that was (name) "now when I'm not there to cuddle you can still smell me" (name) said sweetly and Eddie used all his strength to not pounce and kiss his beautiful face.

"Thanks sweetness"

Eddie watched as (name) blushed at the nickname, learning quickly at how weak the Omega was at pretty pet names like that but he also learned it was only when Eddie did it.

He gave Tommy a very heated glare when he tried flirting.

Eddie would not lie when he said it was really hot.

He also learned despite being a softer Omega, he has stood up for his brother and little friends especially on Halloween when apparently Billy tried running them over.

Not to mention he was very big on Omega rights.

Eddie was a little shocked when he found out he needed his mate or an alpha to open a bank account for him.

He was everything and more and Eddie wanted to spend his life with him.

He also didn't judge him for graduating late!

"So this Friday... I was wondering if you could do something for me" (name) said softly and looked at Eddie hopefully "and what's that baby?"

"I need you to scent stuff for me"

Eddie was a little confused and (name) took it upon himself to explain further "my heat is Monday and I want your scent in my nest" by now (name)s face was beet red and Eddie felt his heart explode "you want...my scent in your nest?"

"Well yeah, you're my alpha "

His alpha.

Eddie was his alpha.

Eddie blue screened right there as (name) looked at him all blushy and stuff "is that...is that ok?"

"Angel...that's amazing" Eddie replied finally coming down from cloud nine to look at his sweet boyfriend who stared back with stars in his eyes "then Friday you come here whenever, it will take a while so I will make sure there's snacks" and then (name) began rambling happily and Eddie just watched lovestruck as he saw his Omega talk away happily.

When Friday came he could already smell the difference in his omegas pharamones.

It was heavenly.

(Name) gently took Eddie's hands, the cool sensation of his rings felt nice against (name)s warm hands and his large hands basically engulfed the omegas.

Eddie sat before (name) and his deconstructed nest as the Omega handed him things to scent, purring as he watched Eddie rub them around his neck.

(Name) was far more touchy and cuddly, very obviously in his preheat "I'm gonna miss you during those days baby, I will be waiting every day until it passes" Eddie's voice was like velvet to (name) as he watched him scent his stuff and couldn't help himself as he pushed himself into Eddie's arms, snuggling into his chest.

Eddie chuckled at his boyfriend before scenting him and then the pattern started.

Nesting materials

Nesting materials

(Name)

This went on for hours until Mrs.Henderson came in with snacks and chuckled at (name)s behaviour "at least he isn't being all guard Omega over poor Dusty"

(Name) was completely blissed out as the two spoke "What do you mean?"

"Well when omegas are presented with pups during a heat they get really protective over them and Dusty could barely go to the bathroom without poor (name) following him"

Eddie couldn't help but imagine that and laugh, (name) sure was something else.

"Well I will leave you two to this, if he gets more feral call for me" she said and left the two, Eddie taking a sandwich and taking a bite before offering it to (name) and the Omega took a bite before going back into his chest.

When Eddie finished, (name) finally pried himself from the Alphas chest and began his nest building and Eddie was fascinated by it as he watched the other carefully weave the materials into what had to say was the best nest he has ever seen.

Even if it was the only nest he had ever seen.

Not a lot of omegas wanted to hang around Eddie, more interested in stereotypical alphas like Steve and Billy so it was pretty new and learned as he went.

Thank god he semi payed attention to sex Ed.

It was late evening by time (name) finished and turned to look at Eddie with an intensity and before he knew it he was pushed gently in the best with an Omega snuggling into him and Eddie just followed his instincts and held him close, their scents mingling.

When Eddie was finally freed he was given the shirt (name) was wearing, heavy with preheat pharamones that Eddie may or may not jerk off too later.

"By baby, be good yeah?"

(Name) pouted at his words and Eddie leaned to kiss his pouty lips and pulling away before (name) could deepen it "see you in a few days baby"

Eddie by no means wanted to leave him but he knew he needed to.

He wouldn't do anything until his mate was read---

Wait what.

Did he just call (name) his mate?

The words felt nice in his mind, Eddie smiling like a fool as he drove home.

His clothes reeked of (name) and he couldn't be happier.

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

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Ok: how about game!Geralt/jaskier(/show!Geralt optional), possessiveness?

Pairing: game!Geralt x Jaskier x show!Geralt (and various combinations thereof) Warning(s): a/b/o, double penetration, double knotting, mating bites, threesome, possessive behaviour, all omegas are intersex, multiple orgasms, overstim Rating: explicit

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier run into a very familiar Witcher in Novigrad, Jaskier isn't expecting him to be the thing they need to get Geralt to commit.

Thank you for this, it was a lot of fun! I’m not 100% sure this fits the prompt, but it got away on me (no one is surprised)

Jaskier has never been pushy about getting Geralt to claim him, but it doesn't stop him from wanting it. They've been fucking for months now - Lambert even threatened to kick them out of the keep last winter - and every time Jaskier silently prays Geralt will bite him, will prove that this is more than a quick fuck. But he doesn't and Jaskier is beginning to lose hope.

Then in the middle of Novigrad, they run into another Geralt.

This one is older than his own, with a short beard and an (incredibly sexy) undercut and while he seems delighted at their introduction, Jaskier's own Geralt does not. He's never been one for alpha posturing, but he certainly is now, puffing himself up and looming over Jaskier like he has any right to him. He does so far as Jaskier is concerned, but outwardly he's made no attempt to bond with him and the other Geralt notices.

They stand there for a few minutes, his Geralt growling low while the other makes no attempt to hide his interest in Jaskier, looking him over and all but licking his lips at the sight of him. Jaskier's skin prickles with it and it's still Geralt, technically, right? And he's unbonded, fucking a man who seems completely disinclined to bond him, no one says he can't just… slip off with another alpha for one night. But he doesn't let this new Geralt see how badly he'd like to just crawl into bed with him because he doesn't need his Geralt getting upset with him over it. If he'd just claim him like he wants, they wouldn't even have this problem.

So when the other Geralt takes a step closer, a hand tightens around Jaskier's shoulder and he inhales sharply. The distinct scent of arousal greets him and he's not sure who it's coming from. The men sandwiching him smell too similar to tell the difference, the only distinction being the lingering scent of the chamomile from his own Geralt.

"It's… nice to meet you," the other Geralt grins and Jaskier nods and smiles, a little breathless. He's imagining this new Geralt pushing forward, pinning him against his own lover and taking him just like that. Fucking him where Geralt can see, can be a part of it in some small way.

"Who are you," Jaskier's Geralt demands and the newcomer smiles and holds out a hand.

"Geralt of Rivia," he says, "though... I think you knew that."

They make their way back to the inn, the two Geralt's separated by Jaskier between them and he, for one, is delighted. His Geralt has never been so affectionate in public, even if his affection is tinged with anger, jealousy. He finds them a table tucked into the corner of the public area and offers to buy their drinks, returning to two bristling alphas scowling at each other over the table. Jaskier sets the drinks down on the table, pushing them toward each of the Witchers.

"I think the most important thing is how did you get here?" he asks to which, immediately, the new Geralt responds,

"You're not bonded, but he reeks of you. Why haven't you claimed him yet?"

It takes a moment for Jaskier to realize he's addressing his Geralt and not him, but the look on his Geralt's face clears it up for him pretty quickly. The two Witchers lock eyes across the table and Jaskier can feel the tension, but he doesn't dare speak because as much fun as fucking another Geralt would be, he doesn't want to upset his own Witcher for a one-night fling.

"If he was mine I would have claimed him the moment he let me and I suspect he'd be more than willing to let you, hm? Does he ask? Does he beg for a bite with your knot clenched inside him?"

His Geralt growls low and all Jaskier can do is bite down on his bottom lip to keep from speaking up. Because he has asked for it, has pleaded with him during his heats to bite him, claim him, prove how he wants him, but he still won't. And a distant part of him wonders if this new Geralt would. If he let him fuck him, would he claim him? Would he show his Geralt what he's missing? Fuck, he's hot just thinking about it.

He doesn't realize the Geralts are still talking until his swiftly rises from his seat and brushes past him, heading for the door. Jaskier watches him leave, shocked but not entirely surprised.

"He'll be fine. He'll be back," the other Geralt says and Jaskier turns to find him standing behind him. He rests a hand on his hip and Jaskier instinctively leans into the touch.

He feels like his Geralt, smells like Geralt and Jaskier wants him. He's already worked up and he knows Geralt can smell it on him, but he doesn't want to offend his Geralt.

"He'll be fine," Geralt breathes, nosing against the back of his head, "let me take you upstairs, show you what you're missing, hm? Make him see what he's missing." He brushes Jaskier's hair out of the way, mouthing at the corner of his neck and shoulder and Jaskier goes limp against him.

"Please," he whispers and Geralt immediately shifts, turning him around and nosing against his neck, breathing in his scent. He nips at Jaskier's skin, his stubble scratchy and exhilarating, and by the time he reaches his mouth, Jaskier is so desperate for it he practically throws himself at him.

Geralt kisses him slow and deep, hauling him up into his arms and carrying him out of the room. Jaskier's already wet and hard, his cocklet rubbing deliciously against the font of his trousers as he's jostled in Geralt's arms. He buries his face in Geralt's neck, rubbing against his scent glands and moaning softly. He knows everyone is probably watching them after his Geralt made such a show of leaving and Jaskier can barely keep himself quiet, but he likes it, likes the thought of someone seeing how Geralt wants him, even if it isn't his own Geralt.

They're barely inside the room before Geralt crowds him up against a wall, fumbling with his trousers and shoving a hand inside before they're even fully unlaced. Geralt's fingers slip around his cocklet, stroking down to the base before sliding off and pushing between the slick folds of his cunt. Jaskier shudders and throws his head back, pushing forward into the touch. Geralt's mouth finds his neck again, loosing the ties of Jaskier's shirt with his free hand and giving himself more space to lick and bite at his skin.

"Fuck, you're wet," Geralt rumbles, "does he take care of you at all?"

"Yeah," Jaskier chokes out, "'S just… he's not like this."

"He doesn't know what he's missing," Geralt rumbles, licking a stripe up the side of his neck, "he'll figure it out, he just needs some encouragement." He curls his fingers, pressing against that spot that makes Jaskier see stars.

He groans low and wanting, rocking onto Geralt's fingers and running his hands down Geralt's chest. He fumbles with his trousers, struggling with the unfamiliar clasps and cups his hand around Geralt's cock, squeezing and stroking him through the fabric. Geralt groans and pushes against his hand.

"Come on my fingers and you can have my cock," he whispers, low and unreasonably sexy.

Jaskier groans and rocks his hips steadily, taking Geralt's fingers as deep as he can in this position. His trousers get in the way but something about being fully dressed makes it even more arousing. Geralt wants him so badly he doesn't even care about getting him undressed first and fuck, that's hot.

He reaches out, wrapping a hand around the back of Geralt's neck to bring him closer and they rock together, Geralt's cock thick and hard where it presses against Jaskier's hand and he's so fucking close. He wants to come like this, can feel his orgasm creeping up on him, and when Geralt leans in and kisses him, his tongue slipping between his lips, Jaskier comes.

His whole body shakes with it and Geralt continues fucking him through it even as Jaskier's clenching around his fingers, whimpering into his mouth. He's soaked with come and slick but he just keeps rocking forward, letting Geralt's fingers slip into him taking him deep even as he twitches at the sensitivity.

When Geralt pulls out, he runs his slick fingers up the length of Jaskier's cocklet, teasing the head before pulling off altogether. He pulls back a little, admiring the way it peeks out from Jaskier's unlaced trousers and Jaskier leans against the wall, panting. Whatever Geralt is thinking, he wants it, but he's not expecting him to pull his trousers back up and tighten them around his cocklet.

He whines at the confinement, rocking against the wet front of his trousers as Geralt's hands move to his doublet and shirt. The former he removes without any trouble pushing it off of him before turning his attention to the ties of his shirt. He loosens them the rest of the way and lifts his shirt over his head. Immediately, Geralt's mouth finds his bare chest, nuzzling into his chest hair and nipping at his skin, sucking little marks into any inch of skin he can find.

Jaskier doesn't even have the chance to get soft again before he's straining against his clothes, aching to have that mouth wrapped around him. He's overwhelmed and he wants Geralt everywhere, squirming against the hands on his hips in the hopes Geralt will use them for something other than holding him steady. But he doesn't. He just continues on his slow exploration of Jaskier's chest, marking him up and making him shake.

When Geralt's lips wrap around a nipple, Jaskier comes again, moaning and rocking through it, desperate for something to rut against as he works through it. Geralt rumbles against him, hauling him up into his arms again and kissing him hard. Jaskier lets himself be led, moaning and rocking in his arms, pressing up against his stomach to get Geralt to give in and fuck him.

He's taken to the bed and laid out on the mattress. Geralt removes his boots with care then runs his hands up his thighs before unlacing his trousers and tugging them down his hips. Jaskier's thighs are wet with slick and come and Geralt settles between his thighs and licks him clean, sucking at his skin and licking up the length of his thighs. Jaskier squirms under him, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Geralt's hair, loosening his ponytail and letting the strands fall through his fingers. He wants him so badly, and he knows that's Geralt's intention, to work him up until he's begging for his cock and Jaskier is not above begging.

When he's pulled forward, Jaskier gasps but it quickly morphs into a moan as Geralt's mouth finds his cunt. He mouths at his folds, pressing his fingers into him and Jaskier arches off the bed, rocking against his mouth. Geralt doesn't try to stop him, just presses his tongue against him and lets Jaskier fuck it. His hips shift with increasing impatience and Geralt lets his tongue slip inside, pressing in beside his fingers and Jaskier grasps at his hair with both hands, riding his face with renewed vigour.

He's gonna come again, he's so fucking close, and he can't remember the last time someone took their time with him like this. Certainly, his Geralt has never taken the time to wring three orgasms out of him before fucking him. Which isn't to say he's not caring, but Jaskier is out of his mind like this, blindly rocking his hips and whimpering as the other Geralt works him through another shaking orgasm.

He hasn't even come down before Geralt is turning him over, spreading his cheeks and humming at him. Jaskier settles, tugging a pillow up under his head as Geralt touches him. He slips his fingers into his cunt, thrusting slowly and gently and Jaskier pulls in a shuddering breath. He's so sensitive even the gentle motion has him writhing and Geralt leans down to kiss the swell of his ass.

"Still think you can take my cock?" he asks and Jaskier groans, biting the pillow and arching against the bed. "Mm, I thought so."

Geralt pulls away a little, still fingering him as he undresses himself, shucking his clothes to the floor and climbing back up onto the bed with him. He pulls Jaskier up onto him so his hips are propped up on Geralt's thighs and his cunt is mere inches from the head of his cock. Jaskier shifts to try and get closer, but Geralt holds him steady, waiting until Jaskier stills to move.

He holds his hips, shifting to press his cock into the slick folds of Jaskier's cunt. He slips against him, breathing steadily as he teases him before plunging in with a low groan. Jaskier is desperate for it, but Geralt sinks in a bit at a time, careful not to hurt him.

"Fuck," he groans, "you're so fucking tight, no wonder he loves your cunt so much. He's an idiot," Geralt mumbles, "shoulda claimed you long ago."

He shoves forward hard and Jaskier whimpers. His fingers dig into the sheets, clenching hard, and he shoves his hips back as well as his can. His cocklet is still rock hard, dripping steadily onto the sheets as Geralt fucks him and then- warm fingers wrap around him, running through the pre-come and pushing back the foreskin, squeezing the sensitive head beneath.

"So wet," Geralt mumbles, draping himself over his back, "you want to come again, don't you? Want to writhe on my cock while I fuck you through another orgasm? Think you can handle five?"

"Yeah," Jaskier breathes, "yeah, please-"

Geralt rises up again, fucking into him slow and hard and Jaskier's eyes nearly roll back in his head. Just when he thinks he can't possibly feel any better than he does now, slick fingers press between his cheeks, sliding over his hole.

"Fuck," he whines, biting hard down on the pillow again. His moans are muffled by the fabric, but Geralt is encouraged nonetheless.

He presses against Jaskier's hole, stroking slowly and firmly before pressing in. Pleasure zips through him and Jaskier goes limp. He's had alphas who wanted to fuck his ass before, but most of them are interesting in nothing but knotting his cunt and he's never had both at once.

Geralt presses deeper and It's hard to focus with both holes filled, with Geralt thrusting into both at once. His head is foggy, spacey with lust and oversensitivity and when he pushes back, both Geralt's cock and his finger slide deeper. Jaskier can't help himself, rocking back onto him and taking his pleasure from him. Geralt adds a second slick finger, spreading him open and fucking him hard.

Jaskier's got four fingers and a cock inside him and he can't even think when he hears the door creak open. He's barely hanging on, so overwhelmed that all it takes is seeing his Geralt's face at the door to push him over the edge again. He drops his head to the pillow again, keeping his eyes on his Geralt as he's fucked through his orgasm, whining as the other Geralt gets his free hand around his cocklet, stroking him firmly.

Jaskier shakes and shudders under him, trying to push into the touch and away from it at the same time even as his Geralt stands and watches. There's a spike of lust in the air and the new Geralt chuckles darkly above him, leaning down to kiss his neck.

"He likes this," he mumbles, "likes to see you stuffed full, even if it is another man doing it. Do you think we should let him play? Think you could take us both at once sweetheart?"

"Oh," Jaskier chokes, "yes please, fuck."

Geralt slips from his body all at once and Jaskier whimpers at the loss. He feels so empty without him and when Geralt climbs off the bed, he's hit with a jolt of fear that he might not come back.

Geralt crosses the room, stopping directly in front of his Geralt and Jaskier watches in stunned silence as he reaches up, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it out of his trousers. His Geralt just lets himself be undressed and there's a little gasp and a groan and this new Geralt drops to his knees, nipping at his thighs and sucking Geralt's cock into his mouth.

Jaskier's not sure he hasn't passed out from overstimulation because this is like some sort of dream. He watches as his Geralt slips his fingers into the other Geralt's hair, tugging as he rocks into his mouth. He keeps his eyes on him, though, watching the way Jaskier squirms at the sight of them. He's come five times and his cocklet still stirs at the sight and he can't help but slide his hand down, pressing his fingers into the folds of his cunt as he watches.

He's too sensitive to bring himself off again, but it feels good to touch, to imagine his Geralt touching him this way. His eyes flutter shut and he whines as he lifts his hips, pushing his fingers deeper. His free hand comes up to stroke himself, squeezing around the base of his cocklet and keeping the pressure firm.

A choked-off growl from across the room has his eyes snapping open again and his Geralt has his eyes fixed on him, one hand pressed firmly against the back of the other Geralt's head. He releases the other Geralt, who immediately stands up, kissing him briefly on the lips before turning and coming back to the bed.

He pulls Jaskier up, kissing him again and bringing him up into his arms. The kiss is brief before he's nipping at Jaskier's neck again and sitting back on the bed. New Geralt lies back, reaching under him to finger his cunt, playing with him and slicking his fingers. He doesn't push inside but Jaskier wants him to, wants to rock on his fingers and come again.

"Greedy," Geralt mumbles, "you still want more?"

"Please," Jaskier whimpers. Geralt pulls out, sliding his slick fingers up the length of his cocklet and Jaskier shakes as he pushes into the touch. Across the room, Geralt growls and it only serves to encourage Jaskier's neediness. He rocks his hips and tries to get Geralt's cock in him again.

Geralt gets his fingers into him again and Jaskier immediately rocks onto him, needy for anything he can get. He's got his face buried in Geralt's neck, but he's not oblivious to the way it affects his Geralt. He can hear the way he rumbles, a low ragged sound that just makes him needier, but more than that he can smell him. The thick scent of lust clouds the room and Jaskier's head in equal parts, making him stupid with it. He can already barely think when Geralt's cock slips into him again and then he hears, low and sweet,

"Why don't you come show him who he belongs to then?"

Before Jaskier can even suck in a breath, the bed dips down behind him and thick, hairy thighs are pressed against his own. Big hands are on his waist and his Geralt bends to mouth at his neck. He's not gentle and Jaskier can't help but whimper as teeth graze against his skin.

"Mm, that's it, mark him up, make him yours."

His Geralt growls at the command, but he doesn't stop. He bites Jaskier's shoulders and sucks marks into his skin and Jaskier tries to push into the touch while simultaneously fucking himself on the other Geralt's cock. He whimpers with the effort it takes to try and keep it up and then his Geralt presses closer, close enough that his cock slips between Jaskier's cheeks and Jaskier's arms shake beneath him.

"Oh," Geralt hums, brushing a finger over his cheek, "you like that don't you? You want him? Want us both?" Jaskier twitches at that and if he hadn't come so many times already, he would probably come all over Geralt at just the suggestion. "What do you think?" Geralt adds, turning his attention to his Geralt, "you want him, want to prove to him that he's yours?"

He's appealing to his Geralt's base instincts, but the words make Jaskier ache, make him desperate for another cock, for his Geralt's cock.

"Please," he whispers, "fuck me, Geralt, please."

His Geralt shifts above him and reaches down, using Jaskier's slick to wet his fingers before pressing against his hole. He's gentle, tentative, but Jaskier pushes back against him, taking Geralt's fingers before he can even push into him. It encourages him and before long he's got three fingers inside him and Jaskier sobs as he rocks back onto both of them.

"Want your cock," he whines, "Geralt please, want you-"

His Geralt pulls out before quickly readjusting and pressing the head of his cock against Jaskier's hole. His hips twitch, but he lets Jaskier push onto him, shaking as Jaskier sinks onto him. Jaskier can't even breathe with both of them inside of him, more full than he's ever been in his life and he can already feel the swell of his Geralt's knot, bumping against his rim as he rocks his hips.

"Fuck," his Geralt moans and Jaskier shoves his hips back hard. His Geralt is quiet during sex, barely speaking other than to check in, and Jaskier shudders at the sound of his voice, thick and broken with lust.

"That's right," the other Geralt hums, "take what you need, sweetheart, show him how good you can be, show him what he could have."

Jaskier just squirms between them, fucking back onto both of them with as much energy as he can muster. He sobs with pleasure and oversensitivity, but he just wants more. And his Geralt is the one who gives it to him.

He drapes himself over Jaskier's back, mouthing at his neck, kissing him and grazing his teeth against his skin. And Jaskier wants so badly.

"Please," he whines and the other Geralt reaches up, stroking a hand through his hair.

"Claim him," he rumbles, "look how badly you want him. Want to mate him, make him yours-" His Geralt growls at the back of Jaskier's neck, but nuzzles against him, pressing his nose against the side of his neck.

"Do you really want it?" he asks.

"Yes," Jaskier sobs, "Geralt please, please. I want you, wanna be yours, just yours. Mark me, knot me, make me yours." He's mumbling constantly now, letting the other Geralt guide him back onto their cocks, too tired to do much more than bury his face in the other Geralt's chest and let himself be fucked.

His Geralt bends low, wrapping his hands around Jaskier's where they're buried in the other Geralt's hair and he licks against the spot on his neck before biting down hard. Jaskier feels teeth sink into his skin and he's overcome as his body lurches forward, coming hard.

There's a desperate "fuck" from beneath him and Jaskier shudders as the other Geralt thrusts hard, pushing his knot into him. He doesn't stop, thrusting hard until he comes and he wraps his arms around Jaskier's waist, holding him closer as he pumps into him. He's still panting when Jaskier's Geralt shudders and moves to pull away.

"Don't," Jaskier and the other Geralt say at once. Jaskier falls silent, but the other Geralt continues.

"Knot him, breed him, show him he's yours."

His Geralt doesn't need more encouragement than that, thrusting more quickly before snapping forward and pushing his knot inside. Jaskier whimpers at the tight stretch of it, but it only takes a moment to adjust before he lets himself go limp again.

When his Geralt settles a little, they shift so they're on their sides, with Jaaskier pinned between them, thoroughly fucked and exhausted. His belly swells with their seed and Jaskier runs a hand over it, obsessed with the way it bulges and the knowledge that this was both of them. He tips his head back and his Geralt catches his mouth in a gentle kiss, sliding a hand up his chest and holding him against him.

"'M sorry," he mumbles and Jaskier is too tired to respond, but he kisses him back in earnest, hoping he understands that he has nothing to be sorry for.

At some point, he must fall asleep, because when he wakes, he feels cold and empty. He's still pinned between the two Witchers, though the other Geralt has distanced himself some and he's pressed into his own Geralt's arms. They're talking a little, but Jaskier doesn't try to understand what they're saying, still too tired to focus, but then a particular phrase catches his attention.

"And what did you do?" his Geralt asks, his hand slipping low on Jaskirer's shrinking belly.

"Mm," Geralt hums, "I married him. Too bad you're not staying for longer, Dandy would love to take a turn with you… or him."

"If we meet again," his Geralt suggests and Jaskier is squished a little tighter as the other Geralt leans into his space. It takes him a moment to realize he's kissing his Geralt and then he pulls back with a smile and rises off the bed.

"Absolutely."

[breadoffoxy]

The Good, The Brat, and The Sir

Summary: “Make Me.” Oh you are planning to alright because Hoseok told you too, but how is a sub like you supposed to put Taehyung in his place before Sir comes home?

Pairing: Hoseok DomTop x Taehyung BratBottom x M. Reader SwitchSub 

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, mmm, Sir, power exchange, punishments, edging, language, established relationship, bdsm relationship, kissing, some light pushing, manhandling, petting, lots of licking, cum play, spanking, begging, teasing, hand jobs, rim jobs, anal fingering, anal penetration, oral sex, spitting, no lube other than spit - please use lube the more the merrier, unprotected sex, baby boy / good boy, voyeurism/exhibitionism, hair pulling, light degradation, clothed sex

Word Count: 6, 524

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s a month late but happy belated birthday @bangtanloverboys​ !! You are such an awesome ghostie friend and thank you for all the support you’ve given me. I hope you enjoy this very gay vhope sandwich. 

Your phone flashes and you’re surprised to see Hoseok’s name on the screen. His flight shouldn’t have landed for another hour. A grin crosses your features as you quickly reach across the couch to grab the remote. After pausing the movie you were watching, you swipe to accept the call. “Hoseok! Did you land early?”

The sound of Hoseok’s voice filters through the commotion of the airport. “Yeah, I got moved to an earlier flight last minute.”

You get up from your spot on the couch in a hurry and pat down your pockets. “Let me just find my keys, and I’ll head over.” Glancing at the time on your phone, you add, “I don’t think traffic should be too bad right now, so I should be there soon.”

“Ah, no, don't worry about it. I got an uber on the way...I think.”

Your grin grows, imagining Hoseok’s cute pout as he checks the app, but you sigh, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” There’s a pause as angry car horns come from Hoseok’s end. “How’s Taehyung doing?”

“A handful like always,” you laugh before your voice turns more somber, glancing towards Taehyung’s door with a frown. “He misses you.”

“I want to surprise him. Let’s keep it a secret that I’m getting in early.”

“He’ll like that.” You nod and your smile returns. 

“You miss me too, right?”

“Of course I do,” you huff because he obviously knows that.

“Of course you do what?” 

You blink at Hoseok’s playful tone that has an underlying meaning that makes you squirm. Even just his voice has so much power over you. You hide your burning face with your hand not holding the phone even though there is no one there to see your flustered state. “Of course I miss you...sir.”

It’s silent on the other end of the phone as Hoseok soaks in your words. It’s been too long since he heard you call him that. His trip really wasn’t that long, but it sure felt like it. When he speaks, his voice is lowered to not be overheard but also to deliver a powerful salacious tone, “Now, why don’t you be a good boy and get ready with Taehyung?”

Your body heats up, knowing exactly what he wants when he comes home. Not a nice night out, or a dinner all ready to go, but a night in bed devouring Taehyung and you.

“And remember, our little secret, ok?”

The words come instantly, “Yes, sir.”

You stare at your phone as the call disconnects just wondering what the hell you just got yourself into. Not at the thought of sex, you can feel your body heating up at just the thought of it, showing how ready and willing you are, but taking the lead by yourself is what makes you hesitant. That wasn’t something you did. You did best when being told what to do in a scene, so how to do that without Taehyung figuring out your instructions?

You were quick to move to Taehyung’s door, but once there, you hesitated. The thought though to make Sir happy propels you into action and you may have knocked on the door a bit earnestly. You have nothing to worry about! It’s Taehyung, he won’t bite...ok, no, he totally would bite you. And why isn’t he coming towards the door? Maybe he didn’t hear? There’s no way with how loud you knocked. Is he ignoring you then? What is-

Breath hits your ear and a sudden voice whispers, “What are you doing?”

You jump badly, and hold a hand up to your chest as if that would calm you down. “Taehyung!”

Taehyung smiles lazily and rests his head on your shoulders. His arms wrap around your body in a tight, warm back hug. “Why so jumpy?”

Your nerves can’t calm down with his breath tickling your neck. “You just scared me really bad!” you grumble defensively. “Plus, I was just seeing what you’re up to.

“Nothing~” Taehyung's voice sounded too sweet for it to be nothing. 

He tries to steer you forwards and away from the bedrooms, but you don’t make it easy. Shifting in his hold, you turn your head to try to get a better look at him. What surprises you though is the cracked door he is trying to hide from your view. 

“Shit, Taehyung, tell me you did not.”

The way he slows to a stop and avoids looking at you is a clear enough sign that he in fact did. While Taehyung, Hoseok, and you have a unique relationship, the bedroom dynamic never played outside of a scene, everyone being on equal footing until it was time to play. Hoseok just had one rule though, that his room be kept private unless otherwise invited. It is hard to tell just by looking at the happy, colorful man, but he craved control and order in his life where he could. His bedroom was one space he could achieve that. Living with others is a compromise and thankfully he understands. Common areas are middle ground but private rooms is anything goes.

That’s probably why the three of you worked so well together. You also seek control and order but also desperately just want someone to take care of you, a human that runs off of affection. Taehyung, on the other hand, is chaos. He goes at his own beat and drags others along with him, especially you. Hoseok is a rock Taehyung enjoys breaking down bit by bit, chipping away at the other man's control until he snaps. If he succeeds, Taehyung loves how Hoseok just lets go and submit to his carnal desires, and if he doesn't, Taehyung loves Hoseok making him submit under Sir’s power.

Taehyung lets out a deep sigh, one you weren’t expecting. You awkwardly turn your head to try to get a better look at his face to see his lips so close, the corner tucked in and being bitten. 

“I miss him.”

“Me too Tae, but he’s going to be home today.” It hurts you can’t tell him just how soon. You pat one of his hands sitting on your waist, and a light bulb goes off in your head. You’ll be able to thoroughly distract Taehyung and follow Sir’s orders. “But that still doesn’t excuse it. You broke a rule and you know what happens when you disobey Sir.”

The arms around you disappear almost as if in shock, but Taehyung recovers quickly. He leans against the wall and tilts his head down at you. You see that the loneliness has been replaced by his haughty smirk, and you cheer inside your head that your plan seems to be working. 

“What, don’t tell me the good little boy is trying to punish me now?” he stretches his arm out to trail the tips of his fingers down your arm, sending tingles up your spine. “What Sir doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.���

Ok, this is it. With both of you using Hoseok’s title, you are both consenting to the scene about to take place. Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you as if asking ‘what now?’ and that is a very excellent question. What would Hoseok do?

“Yes, that is exactly what I’m going to do, now come with me.” You grab Taehyung’s hand and pull him towards the door you were just at, or at least you tried too. His arm stretches out between you, but he doesn’t move from his spot.

With another tilt of his head, he just says, “make me.”

You gape at him for a second and then send him a glare. Why did you think he was going to make this easy for you? You pull on his hand again with more strength, and this time you feel him clearly resisting your pull. “Taehyung.”

“Yep,” he pops the p, and is clearly taking delight in your struggle.

Your eyes slant into a glare and you stomp your way back in front of Taehyung. Putting a hand on his chest, you push him back against the wall. You raise your hand holding his and put it next to his head. You should be in control, but Taehyung is still looking at you with a curiously raised eyebrow with an amused tilt of his lips. It frustrates you so you do the obvious thing, you crash your lips into his almost violently. 

Taehyung lets out a surprised moan into your mouth and you use that moment to push your tongue past his lips. His tongue entwines with your own once his surprise goes away. A hand palms your ass and starts groping it roughly. The hand pushes you closer and Taehyung’s hips swivel into your own, making you moan. You feel your grip loosen and Taehyung tightens his. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Breaking free from the lust that is starting to cloud your mind, you pull back from the kiss, but not before biting down on Taehyung’s lip and pulling it slightly as you go. “I’m in charge today.”

Through lidded eyes, Taehyung looks you up and down, “You’re cute.”

This makes you pout. “Cute and in charge. Now come.” You pull Taehyung’s hand and he allows you to pull him down the hall. You stop at his door, but he doesn’t, and continues towards the end, now dragging you along with him.

“Hey, wait a second!” you try to dig your heels into the ground but he keeps going. His grip on your hand once again tightens as he opens Hoseok’s door and literally flings you inside. Ungracefully, you gather your balance, but by the time you do Taehyung is on you again. The next thing you know is that you are falling back on Hoseok’s bed with a bounce and Taehyung is sitting next to you victoriously.

“Look, now we are partners in crime.” Taehyung leans down to kiss your frown. “We’ll have enough time to clean up before Hoseok gets home, and it’ll be our little secret.”

You want to scream so bad. No matter what you do you’ll be disobeying. Another kiss graces your lips and a spark jolts your mind. You knew what type of night Hoseok wants so giving him the special welcome in his room would be a nice surprise. He enjoyed playing in here and he did give you permission to play, plus you did need to keep your promise about the secret. It doesn’t help your brain that his sheets smell nice like him.

Finally, returning the kiss, you feel Taehyung relax above you. He pulls away to kiss down your neck, which you automatically tilt to the side to grant him better access. “See, this isn’t bad.”

“I’m still in charge,” though you don’t sound very convincing as your breath hitches when Taehyung reaches a sensitive spot. 

“Mhm,” his hum sends tingles through your skin and he starts to lick and nibble on that sweet spot. 

A hand is placed on your crotch, lightly petting you through your jeans. Your hips jump forward and you feel more than hear Taehyung’s chuckle against your neck. “Look at you, so needy, so sweet.” A long lick of his tongue trails back up your neck. “Just how are you going to punish me?”

Taehyung’s lips leave your skin to hover over you with a smirk, enjoying watching the desire and frustration move across your features. 

“I’m going to-” your voice comes out breathy and turns into a gasp as Taehyung presses his hand against you harder and palms your hardening cock. “Fuck you.”

A deep chuckle rumbles from Taehyung’s chest, “That hardly sounds like a punishment.”

You put a hand on Taehyung’s, stopping him from stroking you. “What if I don’t let you come until Hoseok gets home?”

“You know that’s still going to be a long time, don’t you?” Taehyung scoots back on the bed as you sit up with a grin.

“What, don’t think you can make it?” You reply haughtily, trying to take back any control you can. 

“Please,” Taehyung almost looks offended. “I know I can, but can you last the whole time?”

 Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, “Me?” Didn’t you have the easy job?

“I bet you that you’d break before I would.” Taehyung quickly regains any control that you thought you took back with his assured confidence. He leans towards you and stops so tauntingly close to your face so all you can see is him. “You’ll let me come when I ask for it. I doubt I’ll even have to beg.”

Even though you hate to admit it, there is truth to his words. You love to serve and pleasure others. You are weak to Taehyung’s whims too, as seen by currently being in Hoseok’s room. Yet, with the truth about Hoseok’s arrival only known to you, you feel confident enough you’ll be able to handle it.

You grab the ends of Taehyung’s shirt and tug on it. “Take your clothes off then so I can prove you wrong. I’ll have you begging for me.” You're glad your voice comes out more confident then you actually feel. You glance over at the digital clock on Hoseok’s end table. You can totally do this.

“On it, Boss.” Taehyung winks at you, pleased once again with your frustration. His hands grasp the end of his shirt and slowly he pulls it up over his head in one fluid motion. 

You’d think you would get used to Taehyung’s body by now, but he always leaves you mesmerized, practically drooling at his toned but lean skin. Taehyung clears his throat and your eyes dart from his pecs to his own. He clearly knows his effect on you with that satisfied and predatory face of his. A part of you already wants to submit to the beautiful man in front of you but you shake your head. “Now your pants.”

Taehyung sighs playfully as he unzips his pants, “So hasty! Wouldn’t you want to take your time with me?” He lifts his hips to push down his pants, and takes his underwear with them. 

Again, you can’t help but stare at Taehyung’s body revealed before you, this time his cock. It’s already growing hard. Despite his attitude, he is looking forward to this more than he is letting on. 

Sitting up on his knees now directly in front of you, Taehyung taps the bottom of your chin with a finger, tilting your head to look into his eyes. “Because I’d want to take my time with you.”

You press your lips together to not splutter from his velvety voice and promising words. Your embarrassment is quite evident though and you quickly shift to ease the tightening tension in your pants.

“Turn around.” You grit out, hoping if Taehyung isn’t looking at you, you’d have an easier job of not falling under his power of seduction. You eye the headboard and see yourself in a familiar position. “Hands on the headboard.”

“How’s it look from the other side?” Taehyung asks with a wiggle of his ass. 

You eye Taehyung’s ass speculatively, and palm it with both of your hands, trying to channel in your inner Hoseok. Bringing a hand back, you slap Taehyung’s butt. The sound of the smack vibrates through the air and Taehyung turns his head to look back at you.

“You have to hit me harder than that.” He wiggles his ass again and notices you staring at your hands. “Try again, baby boy.”

At his encouragement, you bring your hand back and deliver another slap to the round ass in front of you. The slap rings out clearer, but still Taehyung groans, “More.”

So you try again, nearly wincing as you bring your hand down hard. The skin jiggles around your hand from the impact and Taehyung lets out a happy moan. “Like that?”

“Perfect, baby. Just like that.” He smiles at you before turning his head to hang in front of him. “Do it again.”

And you do, this time with more confidence. You slap his other ass cheek and the moan he lets out is so delicious you can’t help but do it again a couple more times. Between his legs, you see Taehyung’s cock glistening with precum. Your hands rub gently over the reddening skin, and you think maybe you can get used to this if it turns Taehyung on this much. 

You take the time to pull off your shirt, letting it rustle noisily so Taehyung knows what you’re doing. You press up against Taehyung, feeling the warmth of his skin on your own and rest your head on his shoulder. Taking a page from his book you repeat, “Look at you, so needy…” you wrap a hand around Taehyung to grab the end of his cock, hot and stiff under your touch, and swipe a finger over the tip, collecting arousal on your finger. You bring the finger up to your mouth for a little kitten lick, “so sweet.” 

Taehyung lets out a strangled moan. “You learn fast.”

Bringing your mouth to his ear, you whisper, “I have good teachers.” You nibble on his earlobe before pulling away to start kissing and sucking along his neck. Your hand goes back down, teasingly trailing a path down Taehyung’s neck, down his chest before circling around a nipple and feeling it pebble under your touch. Then you continue down, down, down, appreciating all the muscles twitching under you. 

By the time you reach Taehyung’s cock again, it’s straining so hard for your touch. You glide your hand over it with the same teasing lightness before closing your hand around his girth tightly. Hearing Taehyung let out a small hiss, you lighten your hold and slowly start pumping him.

“Mhmm, that feels nice.” But his breath isn’t labored nor is he anywhere close to begging. 

Once again, you let go of his cock to bring your hand up towards your mouth. Spitting in it, you bring it back down, allowing your slicked up to wrap around Taehyung’s cock and start pumping again, this time faster. Your nails scratch at a prominent vein as your hand goes up and down rapidly and you feel Taehyung’s breath hitch each time. You then start to swipe your thumb around the head of his cock once you reach it, feeling it wetter and wetter at each pass.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby”, Taehyung moans. 

“I am?” You bite at his ear again, happy.

 His deep gasps have your heart racing. “Yes, so good.”

“So good you’ll beg?”

Taehyung lets out a noise akin to a growl and mangled moan as you pull away from him completely. You press a hand to his back, reminding him to stay in position, and enjoy the sight of his back muscles as he fights to grip onto the headboard instead of letting go. 

He lets out a playful laugh, “You’ll have to work harder than that.”

“Ok.” Your hand comes back to Taehyung’s cock. “Let’s try that again.”

You edge Taehyung with another hand job before moving on to his balls, massaging and sucking on them as you continue to play with his cock. He still doesn’t beg when you stop, and this time you stick a couple of your fingers into his mouth for him to suck. Thoroughly covered in his spit, you bring them to swirl around his puckering asshole before dipping one inside. Your finger is instantly enveloped in heat and his ass clenches, trying to suck your finger further inside. Slowly, you stretch him out and fuck him with your finger and then a second. It doesn’t take long before you have to pull them out to stop him from coming. 

“Do you want me to let you come?” you ask, voice overly sweet.

Taehyung doesn’t answer so you spank him. He lets out a groan and a heavenly, “Yes.”

You grin victoriously and kiss his back in reward for his answer. “Tell me how much you want to come.”

Taehyung hesitates, but then his voice as stubborn and confident as ever rings out, “Make me.”

Rolling your eyes, you rub your bulge, getting desperately horny from all this build up. “Fine then.” You get down on the bed behind Taehyung and press your for a light kiss right above his asshole. 

“Oh, shit.” Taehyung gasps as your tongue plunges into him. His hands on the frame tighten their hold as his hips gyrate in search for the pleasure he desperately seeks and rides out your onslaught.

With your head deep into Taehyung’s ass, you barely notice a movement out of the corner of your eye. Angling your head, your tongue reaches new depths and you get a view of the door without stopping your ministrations. A long moan leaves you and your hips dip into the mattress when you see Hoseok in the door, leaning against the frame as he watches you torture Taehyung with a rim job. He’s dressed in dark slacks with a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong biceps. His dark eyes roam Taehyung’s and your bodies hungrily before stalking over to the bed, popping open a button of his shirt one by one, slowly revealing his honeyed skin to you. Taehyung has his head bent down with his eyes closed, moaning loudly and none the wiser.

A hand comes up to pat the top of your head as if to say good job. You watch as Hoseok’s other hand comes up to weave through the hair at the base of Taehyung’s neck and pulls hard. Taehyung’s head flies back and he gasps, cock twitching, at the sight and pull of Hoseok above him. You pull your mouth away with a pop, a line of drool swaying briefly between your lips and Taehyung’s asshole before it droops and breaks. 

“My flight gets home early,” Hoseok starts with a disappointed sigh, “and what do I find in my room?”

“A beautiful man getting his ass eaten by another beautiful man?” Taehyung’s voice comes across raspy but he’s grinning happily despite the painful pull to his hair. 

Hoseok rolls his eyes and shoves Taehyung’s head forward. He then looks at you, “Did I tell you to stop.”

Instantly, your lips are back on Taehyung’s ass, licking his ass sloppily while keeping an eye on Hoseok.

“What if I-” Taehyung’s words are interrupted by a heady moan. His body arches beautifully as he gets closer and closer to the release he knows will not come. “It’s not my fault, our baby boy started this.”

“Oh, I believe that.” Hosek grins, grasping Taehyung’s chin firmly. His thumb though in contrast strokes soft circles into Taehyung’s skin. “But I also know that he wouldn’t play here if he had a choice. That’s on you, isn’t it?”

Taehyung bites his lip, but when Hoseok reaches down to grab his sensitive, weeping cock, he lets out a broken, “Yes!”

Hoseok let’s go and ruffles Taehyung’s hair. “Good boy.” Then he puts a hand back on your head, petting it as he watches you eat out Taehyung’s ass. “And you’re such a good boy too, following my instructions.”

At those words, Taehyung throws an incredulous look over his shoulder at you, but it isn’t very strong in his fucked out state. You don’t notice though, too busy soaking in Hoseok’s praise and attention. 

“I can see though that you’ve been neglecting yourself.” Hoseok eyes how tight your jeans are in the crotch, almost painfully so. “Why don’t you stop treating our little troublemaker and let him finger you open so I can fuck you. How does that sound?”

You pull back, your mouth a slobbery mess, to say, “Good,” the same time Taehyung complains, “This isn’t a treat.”

“But it would be if only you begged,” you say as you look at Taehyung with wide innocent eyes. “It’s not my fault.”

Taehyung opens his mouth to retort but Hoseok cuts him off, “Enough. Both of you turn around. Now.”

Finally letting go of the bed frame, Taehyung turns around and you can now clearly see the full extent of your handiwork. His cock, in its magnificent and large glory, is straining against his stomach and is streaked with lines of his pre-cum. His tip looks so sensitive and you’d just about do anything to lick it clean for him. You’re supposed to be taking off your pants but can’t help but stare for a moment. When Hoseok clears his throat you strip the last of your clothes in haste. 

Hoseok sits down in front of you when you get settled on your hands and knees and holds your chin, just taking a moment to look at you before his lips sweep down over yours. Moaning, you allow his taste to overwhelm your senses. You missed him so much. 

A wet finger traces the rim of your tight hole, making you jump slightly. There is none of Taehyung’s normal teasing though as he quickly sticks in the end of his finger and stretches you out, slowly adding more and more until one of his long fingers can go all the way in. It fucks you rapidly and you soon feel a second finger poking at your ass, a finger that your greedy asshole is more than ready to take in.

You feel more movement behind you, but it doesn’t come in the form of Taehyung’s fingers. Hoseok breaks the kiss, feeling it too, and looks past your sweaty and shaky form and at the man fingering your ass with a frown. Turning your head, you see Taehyung laid out behind you, pumping his fingers in and out of you quickly, and also his hips dipping into the mattress, humping it for any sort of relief. His expression is a mix of pleasure and frustration showing how much he desperately wants to come.

“Looks like you did too good of a job riling up Taehyung, baby.” Hoseok gives you one last peck of the lips. “I wish I could’ve seen it.” He gets up, and sits behind you next to Taehyung. You hear the swift slap Hoseok delivers to Taehyung’s ass and Taehyung’s hungry moan that follows.

Hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks wide, making you hang your head in embarrassment as Hoseok watches Taehyung ruin your hole with his fingers. You feel your muscles clench tightly in need and a dark chuckle rumbles from behind you. 

“You’re both so needy.” A sting is on your skin as Hoseok spanks your ass. “How does he feel, Taehyung?”

“So tight,” Taehyung’s voice comes out low and rough. His fingers curl inside of you making your hips thrust forward. “He keeps clenching around my fingers like a little slut.”

The front half of your body lowers as if it is wanting to burrow away in shame at the degradation with your head nearly digging into the mattress, but your ass clenches again as if in agreement with Taehyung's words.

“Put a third finger in, there that’s it.” Hoseok leans down to spit right above your asshole and watches how it slowly drips down onto Taehyung’s fingers, making them glisten, and how those wet fingers fuck in and out of your ruined hole.

You're now happy you have your head pressed into the mattress as your endless whines and moans are muffled. Especially when Taehyung curls his fingers again just in the right spot, massaging your prostate. A loud high pitch keen escapes you and your knees nearly give out. All you want to do is collapse fully onto the bed but instead you arch your back, shoving your ass out further demanding more, more, more!

A hand pets your back, following it’s arch all the way to your ass. Hoseok swirls a finger around the rim and hums, “I think our baby boy is ready, don’t you Taehyung?”

Taehyung removes his fingers from you and you could cry with how empty you feel now. Your ass clenches, desperately seeking, and you can feel your fucked hole barely being able to close. The two men behind you groan hungrily at the sight.

“Look at him, so fucking needy.” You can feel a dark aura come from Taehyung with his next words, “I say we keep him like this. Make him our little fuck toy until he passes out.”

Hoseok is silent for a moment and you’re scared he may be considering it, but also turned on by the thought as well. “No,” his refusal is firm and absolute. “I think baby boy and I need to finish out our punishment for you. Get in position on your knees,” he orders Taehyung, and there’s the sound of his belt being taken off and the slow draw of his zipper.

You feel arms around you, manhandling your shaky form easily until you are also on your knees with your back pressed up against Hoseok. From his defined abs, to his large cock, you feel everything. His skin is so hot on your own, a contrast to his clothed thighs. A hand splayed across your neck and another on your hips keeps you upright and you see in front of you is Taehyung, on his knees with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the two of you with dark, blown out eyes.

“Ready?” Hoseok whispers into your ear with a playful swivel of his hips.

Gasping, your answer is immediately out of your parted lips, “Yes, sir.”

A gentle kiss is pressed to the side of your head and then you feel him pull on your hips and he enters you slowly but firmly until he’s in all the way. You can feel his satisfied growl rumble from his chest and you close your eyes from the pleasure of being stuffed full. 

“Keep your eyes open,” Hoseok stays and you struggle to keep them open. “I want you to watch our brat as I fuck you, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” your eyes meet Taehyung’s and let out a shaky moan as Hoseok pulls back and then swivels his hips forward. His pace is ruthless as his hips frantically pound into you from behind. Looks like Taehyung and you aren’t the only desperate ones.

Taehyung bites his lip as he watches the two of you fuck in front of him. The only sound in the room is your moans, Hoseok's grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. His arm muscles flex as he fights to stay in position, Hoseok’s gaze on him more powerful than any restraint. You look so delicious in front of him with your pleasure glazed eyes, parted lips, those nimble fingers placed tightly around your neck, and your erect cock, so desperate to come just like his.

Hot breath fans over your ear as Hoseok leans his head forward, “Why don’t you put your hands to use baby? Touch yourself for me. Make Taehyung the filthy boy we both know he truly is.” 

Your brain is starting to feel as scrambled as your insides, but following the order comes easy. Instantly, you move your hands to your cock and a throaty moan leaves you when you feel how sensitive you are. Hoseok’s pleased to see when he looks over your shoulder that your hand is matching his erratic pace. His hands on your hip grips harder to hold you steady as he growls in your ear. His thrusts become harder and your hands move faster. 

“Ooooh fuck, right ahh there, yes!” It’s a miracle you can keep your eyes open through all this. “Sir, I’m going to- ahh I’m going to come,” your words end in a mewl. 

“Then come for me baby.”

With Hoseok’s permission, you come hard. Making sure your hand is out of the way, your body writhes as your orgasm shoots out of you in heavy streams, and paints Taehyung in your cum. It splatters on his stomach and you hold your cock so it’ll get some on his face. Taehyung closes his eyes and opens his mouth with his tongue stretched out. He hums happily when some of your cum manages to find it’s way there. You keep cumming and cumming as Hoseok continues to fuck you, truly making Taehyung filthy.   

Hoseok’s pace slows when he knows you’ll be reaching your limit. The hand on your neck moves up to your chin, guiding your head to the side so Hoseok can kiss your lips sloppily as he enjoys how your fucked hole clenches tightly around him. A deep whine makes Hoseok break the kiss and the two of you look over to Taehyung, who looks almost like a pitiful puppy looking for his master’s attention.

“You did so good baby,” Hoseok kisses you as he pulls out his still very hard erection, making you whine happily, and he eases you down back on the bed knowing that otherwise you’d just collapse on it. He stands up once you're comfortable, and pulls his pants down, allowing them to fall onto the floor. 

Stepping out of them, he walks over to Taehyung and swipes his thumb along a big drop of cum that landed on the other man’s cheek. Hoseok puts his thumb right in front of his lips and licks it, humming at the taste. “I suppose you learned your lesson. Will you be my good boy now?” Hoseok offers his thumb to Taehyung, who sticks the whole thing in his mouth, greedily sucking and licking it clean.

When Hoseok pulls his finger from Taehyung’s mouth with a pop, Taehyung begs, “I’ve missed you so much. Please, just touch me, use me, anything.”

Hoseok kisses Taehyung’s plush lips softly, a high contrast to his Sir persona. This was Hoseok loving his partner, telling him that everything was ok. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you now,” Hoseok promises when he pulls away. 

Pulling together all your energy, you crawl forward to kiss Taehyung delicately, and you taste yourself on his lips. “You did so well for us Tae.” You kiss all over his face in a show of affection, your taste mingling with his on nearly every spot of skin. “Let me clean you off.”

You bring a hand back to the nape of his neck, and massage the bottom of his scalp. He tilts his head back with his eyes closed and sighs contently. You then stick out your tongue and lightly kitten lick away all of your cum on his face, every single drop. 

The bed dips as Hoseok sits down behind Taehyung, and he makes himself comfortable against the headboard. His hands grab Taehyung’s hips and slowly ease him on his lap and makes Taehyung lean back against him. You follow, not once stopping from licking Taehyung’s skin. 

Hoseok lifts Taehyung’s hips and lowers him on his long, hard cock. You enjoy watching Taehyung’s face become overtaken in pleasure, silently gaping as he feels every inch of Hoseok enter him. Your mouth moves down to Taehyung’s neck and you follow the trail of cum down his body as you continue to lick him clean.

Your job becomes a little difficult when Hoseok starts bouncing Taehyung on his cock, but that makes it all the more fun. The baritone moans send pleasure through your ears as Taehyung is finally pleasured again. Your tongue sweeps over Taehyung’s nipples, enjoying making him sensitive, but allow his hands to steer your head lower down his body until his cock is right in front of you. Without pause, you poke your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. 

The view you have in front of you is excellent. One of the largest cocks you’ve ever seen is surrounded by two sets of muscular thighs, a toned chest, and Taehyung’s blissed out face with Hoseok whispering dirty things and praises in his ears. Your eyes flicker down and you’d like to add the sight of Hoseok’s cock disappearing inside of Taehyung’s ruined asshole to that list. You drop your head down to lick Hoseok’s balls, up his cock, along Taehyung’s asshole, to Taehyung’s balls where they spend some extra time, before finally licking up Taehyung’s cock and sucking on the tip. 

With how sensitive and riled up Taehyung has been all evening, it doesn’t take long for him to come. He cries out as you envelop his cock further into your mouth, allowing you to take all of his cum, and Hoseok speeds up, searching for his own release as well. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, so good ahh,” Taehyung’s moans become slurred as he rides out his orgasm and soon he’s nearly yelling, “too much!”

“You can take it.” Hoseok’s hips stutter, “I’m so close, just a little more.”

You pull away from Taehyung’s cock and open your mouth, showing the two men how you swallowed everything. Hoseok swears and is true to his word. In a couple more thrusts, he’s letting out his own lovely moans as he comes in Taehyung. His hips stutter forward a few times, riding it out, and then he pulls out. The both of you enjoy the sight of his cum leaking out of Taehyung’s asshole. Just like yours was, it doesn’t want to close, allowing globs of cum to come running out. 

Hoseok turns so both he and Taehyung are laying on their sides. You crawl up on the other side of Taehyung, sandwiching him between the two of you. Taehyung wraps an arm and leg around you, effectively like a koala, and hums tiredly but happily. 

“I’ll be right back,” Hoseok says softly as he sits up from bed. You see him walk off towards his bathroom and he soon returns with a wet cloth. He starts between Taehyung’s legs, cleaning out his cum. With some difficulty because Taehyung doesn’t want to let go, he reaches between the two of you and does his best to wipe off the cum and sweat remaining on the both of you. 

He sits back down next to Taehyung and strokes his hair softly. “I’ll order us some dumplings, schedule it so we have enough time for a bath, and then we make a pillow nest in the living room and camp out there for the night. Sounds like a good plan?”

You hum and give Hoseok a thumbs up, but Taehyung whines, “What if I don’t want to get up?”

Hoseok raises an eyebrow, “If you want to sleep in cum covered sheets that’s on you.” 

Taehyung looks at you hopefully but you grin and kiss his lips, “I want a pillow fort.”

“Fine,” Taehyung groans exaggeratedly, much like a child. “But I want extra dumplings.”

That makes Hoseok laugh, “Deal.”

And that’s what the three of you did. Took long, hot baths, made a nest of pillows, ate dumplings, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. All happy to be together again at last and tired from a very good fuck. 

[astrochemstry]

Jared Kleinman HC: having a crush on him, you don't wanna admit it but everyone knows

I was lying in bed and then i got this idea and it sounded really cute so i made it a reality asjdfbasjh im having a brainrot

Reader is gender neutral and its romance

OK SO JUST IMAGINE

YOU LIKE THIS GUY

YOU DON'T WANNA ADMIT IT BCS HES COCKY AS HELL

BUT EVERYONE KNOWS

E VE RYO NE KNO W S

YES EVEN HIM

OK lets go to the start so

SO I HAVENT FINISHED THE BOOK AND STUFF BUT

I DO THINK JARED WENT TO SCOUT CAMP AS A KID TOO

SO you met there

And as in met

He accidentally uh

Well yk those log things you gotta walk on??

He slipped and accidentally bumped into you

And you fell on the mud lmao

Bro was trying vv hard not to laugh actually

“Kleinman, apologize to (Name).”

“Sorry.”

hE AINT GOOD AT THIS FORGIVE HIM PLS

Ok so like youre still mad but

Throughout your time there he makes it up with

aCTS OF SERVice

sO some hcs here are from @/bemorecronch pls check them out vv good at writing jared and hilarious as hell

So one of their hcs is that if he likes u he randomly gives u food

oH diD I NOT MENTioN??

THIS GUY LIKES YOU TOO

So like one time you dropped your snack and like vv frustrated bcs you fell in mud and now your snack fell in mud

So he goes up to you and shoves his spare sandwich onto you

Youre like ???? but then he jsut raises and eyebrow

“Don’t you know how to eat or did that dirt change everything in you??”

You choose whether you smacked him or not

But like after that and everything, he sat with you and just ate with ya

Then the crushing started

SO YEARS PASS

WELCOME TO HIGHSCHOOL OR WHATEVER TOOK PLACE IN DEH

yOU MEET AGAIN

“Arent you that mud person from camp??” “Arent you that asshole who shoved me??”

Sassy conversations

Murphy siblings live for it tbh

They love you

And then heres the thiNG

SO ONE TIME AT THE CAFETERIA

You guys just sat together and ate bcs i mean thats what you did at camp too

You guys we’re vv close and be reminded you have a crush on him

So liKE your body started to heat up and ik for some skin colors it wont be visible youre blushiNG BUT SINCE YOURE SO CLOSE HE CAN FEEL THE HEAT

Hes concerned bro “are you okay??”

“Yes im fine- just-” tHEN HE PLACES HIS HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD

TO CHECK YK

Totally not an excuse to touch you

coIUGHGHcouG HH

So like you just froze?? Bcs oH SHIT ohIUSHAHH????

Alana was there and you were like oh thank god

But alana

aLANA KNOWS

ALANA SEES IT

But dw she doesnt like say it out and tease you

Takes you away and stuff “Oh god! (Name) are you okay? Lets go to the nurse.”

She doesnt take you to the nurse lmao

“So, you like someone?”

React how you want she aint gonna fall for you denying it

anYWAYS SHE DOES KEEP IT A SECRET

But like its you who, well, makes it less of a secret lmao

Like youre very expressive abt it

Everyone knows

The school knows

And you guessed it!

JARED KNOWS

Bro is happy as hell you like him back but don't forget hes a little shit

Teases you tbh

Like if youre sitting down and reading or smth hes just like “oh whats that??” and gets vERY CLOSE

From acts of service to physical toUCH

If you like passed a test or something he just awkwardly goes up to you and pats your back

“Good job” “uh thanks”

Hes silently crying inside bcs of that

Ok but like one day lets say Alana encourages you to confess

So you do and like when you see Jared youre just

Oh shit oh fuck oh no nope nO

But like he sees you and he just goes to you like “whats up??”

Its just casual

Too casual

So you didnt wanna confess in like a crowded hall lol so you tell him to meet you at some place like uh idk you choose

So Jared

Aint dumb ok

An asshole but this shit is fucking smart

And first thing he thinks is ‘theyre gonna confess. Definitely.’

No doubts bcs he knows u like him lmao

So you meet

And bro got a huge smirk on his face

“Soo- what did you want to talk about?”

Hes just so calm?? And casual? That youre freaked out and suspicious bcs you expect him to spit out some mean things and stuff

“Uh- this is- wait uh” “go on.” “weLL- uH”

Then he laughs

You guys know what im talking about

“You sound like Evan” hes wHEEZing

“LOOK i LIKE you okay???”

“Everyone does” “No i mean- the- the like like”

Bro acts like he doesnt understand

So uh yeaH you kiss hiM

Look he knows u like him but hes still shocked bcs daMN

In the end, he just goes “oh i know you do. Everyone does.” with a smiLE

Smack him smACK hiM

[smokinholsters]

The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Considering his smile as she walked up the short steps to the porch Amy couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. He sat on a two person bench and moved his hat to an empty chair on his left.

“Do we have time to sit for a few minutes ?”

“If you’re not too hungry, I don’t have a firm time set for Isaak.” She said sitting on the small bench and in turn dropping her hat to the empty chair beside her.

“I’m fine for now, can I get you coffee or something ?”

“Nope, I’m good.”

“Busy weekend coming up ?” He asked.

“I have a few client horses I’m dealing with and picking one more up today, you ?”

“All booked up for tomorrow, pretty free for Sunday though, need some help ?”

She smiled “You don’t need a pretense Finn.”

“No pretense then, want to get together Sunday ?”

“How about a trail ride with Lyndy and me, maybe a picnic lunch and then dinner with the family later on ?”

She glanced over and saw him smile. It wasn’t the biggest bench, they had room but Amy couldn’t help feel the closeness between them. She glanced down when she felt his arm flex and saw his hand turn palm up and his finger’s spread and smiled as she lay her hand on his and their fingers joined. His hands were farrier hands and she felt the leathery toughness and calluses along with the gentleness in his touch and the heat that rose from the connection.

“PBJ’s for lunch ?” He asked smiling.

“I could probably do better than PBJ’s, how about turkey sandwiches ?”

“Turkey huh ? Hmmmm, I like turkey.”

“So, it’s a date ?”

“Well, if you’re gonna fuss over turkey sandwiches how can I say no.”

“Uhm, the family dinner part ……” Finn smiled and his finger’s snugged a drop tighter around hers “I get the family dinner part Amy, if you’re ready ?”

“I don’t want to sneak around Finn.”

“Open and above board then, it’ll be Ok with the family ?”

“The women are on board and the men, well, the women are on board.” She answered with a laugh. “We should go though, I want to try to get home for Lyndy so I don’t want to be too late to the Fraser ranch.”

“The women ?” He asked walking to the truck after insisting on paying the bill.

“Lisa and Jessica.”

“And your sister ?”

“She’s either heard or will tonight I guess. Oh and Cass obviously knows.”

“The women.”

“My women.”

Once they returned to Heartland Finn stayed with her long enough to unload Brandy, Isaak Fraser’s horse into a doubled up outside stall she had prepared, then park and disconnect the Heartland trailer before hopping back into Amy’s truck for a ride home. Much as work was involved they both had a good time, from their moment on the porch to lunch at the Saskatoon Farm Café where they ate and then split a slice of Saskatoon berry pie with Saskatoon ice cream, to Amy’s recommendation and introduction of Finn to Isaak to trailering Brandy back to Heartland.

The 20 minute ride to Al’s house took 10 without the trailer and as Amy had learned Finn wasn’t much for front seat talking so he got out and walked around the truck where she rolled down her window and a moment later he was leaning on the truck, his hat now on the cab roof so that it didn’t bump the door frame.

“You have to get back, I know it was part work but I had a really good day Amy.”

“So did I.”

“As a matter of fact it was such a good time that ordinarily I would imagine, that I uh would …..”

“Kiss me ?”

“Is that an answer or a request ?”

“Both.” Amy answered, a sudden nervousness creeping up her spine.

It took hardly a moment before his lips touched hers and over just as a fast but It was enough to raise goosebumps up her arms. She was happy that he leaned in again for a more prolonged kiss which lingered for a second as their tongues touched.

They looked at each other for a second after and the world disappeared for her momentarily except for him and his expression.

“You’d better go.” She heard him whisper bringing her back into the now.

“I’d better, we’ll talk later ?”

He nodded and stood, reached for his hat that he settled on his head and tapped the door.

“I’ll talk to you later Amy.” He smiled at her for a second before turning towards the back of the truck. She saw him wave as he passed the side again and then stopped to watch as she drove off.

She passed the bus that had obviously just dropped off the kids and waved at the driver as she went by and then turning into Heartland spotted Katie and Lyndy walking down the dirt road hand in hand. They waved as she drove slowly past them giving them a wide berth and pulled up to the house. A moment later she stepped out and righted her hat when Lyndy who ran down the hill leaped into her arms and Katie walked up with a big smile on her face.

“Hey Amy, you look happy.”

“I am happy Katie, it’s been a good day.”

Lisa and Jessica both stepped out onto the porch as Amy let Lyndy down and they all headed through the small gate and up the stairs.

“Snacks ?” Lisa asked.

They settled at the small table in the kitchen and Lisa put out 2 sliced apples, a container of milk and a small plate of cheese. Jessica leaned against the sink after putting out glasses and small plates and was joined by Lisa a moment later.

“How was everyone’s day ?” Jessica asked.

“My day was great !!” Lyndy exclaimed and then explained how they started out with book reading about a turkey taking a plane ride which she thought was very funny. “Maybe we should get that book so we have it to read at home ?” Amy asked and with Lyndy’s nod continued “I’ll send an email to your teacher and ask for the name of the book and we can get one.”

Lyndy went on to talk about maths circle where they counted and singalong, writing and recess and even the ride home on the bus.

Katie on the other hand answered as expected “It was school.” Which made them all smile.

“How was your day mama ?”

“My day was amazing and I have a new horse named Brandy to work with.”

“What’s wrong with the horse momma ?”

“I’m not sure anything’s wrong with her sweetheart but her owner can’t seem to find anything she likes doing so he can’t find her a new home.”

Katie smiled “Sounds like being a freshman in high school, I don’t know what I want to do either.”

Amy nodded “You’ll figure it out Katie, follow your heart. Lyndy, go wash up and change into ranch clothes, they’re on your bed, and put those school clothes in the hamper.”

“Ok mama.” She sang and hopped off her stool.

“Where did you go for lunch Amy ?” Lisa asked while she moved aside and watched Lyndy take her milk glass and her small plate to the sink and then turn to skip out of the kitchen.

“Saskatoon Farm Café.”

“I love that place.” Lisa added.

Jessica noted “Worth mentioning it to Tim, I’m tired of steakhouses and pizza. Is it upscale ?”

“Not really.” Amy answered “It’s a real farm, I mean it’s nice, I wouldn’t go straight from a cattle drive, casual, clean clothes. We both wore jeans and flannels.”

“Who’s we ?” Katie asked.

“Oh, Finn and I. Have you met him Katie ?”

“The cute lumberjack.”

Amy smiled “Actually his grandfather’s the lumberjack, Finn’s a farrier.”

“The cute farrier then. Wait, was this a date ?”

Amy scrunched up her face a second thinking “I guess part date, part work, he came along to my client to help with the horse and so that I could introduce them. My client’s a stock middleman.”

Katie smiled “Well, that’s great, a first date, how was it ?”

“Not officially a first date, we’ve been, uhm, seeing each other for the past few weeks.”

“So you’re seeing each other, is it like official ?”

Amy glanced over to Jessica and Lisa who had again returned to leaning on the counter once Lyndy left and were both smiling at her.

“Define official ?”

“Would you introduce him as your friend or your boyfriend ?”

“At this stage I would introduce him as my boyfriend.”

“So you’ve kissed ?”

Amy smiled and noticed both Lisa and Jessica lean forward just a bit as if they wouldn’t hear the answer sighed “What the hell, yes, we’ve kissed, and before you ask it gave me goosebumps.”

Katie smiled “Goosebumps are good.”

Amy then stood up “I’m going to check on Lyndy, Katie, go do your homework.”

“So I guess the conversation’s over ?”

“Go Katie, now.” Amy said as she collected Katie’s glass and plate and turned to the sink.

“Dinner Sunday ?” Lisa asked.

“Dinner Sunday.” Amy answered. “Any other questions ?”

Jessica smiled “the kiss, goosebumps ?”

“It was a nice kiss Jess.” She answered before turning towards the rest of the house to see how Lyndy was doing on her own and grabbing her for chores.

She loved afternoons like this, out amongst the horses with Lyndy, brushing them down and putting them back into nice clean stalls after a day in the meadow. Her daughter’s almost endless banter directed right at the horses as if they understood her every word. Amy smiled remembering back to when she was Lyndy’s age and doing the same, mimicking her mother’s vocal cadence which is what actually elicited their responses rather than any deep understanding of what she was saying. Horses were smart and empathic but they learned emotionally and by rote and learning this was really the heart of understanding them and the secret to what she did.

Katie was setting the dinner table when they got back to the house. She had seen Jack and Tim riding in from the north when she and Lyndy left the barn and mentioned to Lisa that they were back and probably putting up their horses.

“Jess went back to the loft a little while ago to get washed up and changed, we weeded the vegetable bed.”

“It needed it.” Amy said. “Lou ?”

“Late meeting in town but on her way back, Peter’s coming tomorrow, did you know that ?”

“I think it was up in the air last I heard, maybe I’ll shower tonight with Lyndy and avoid the morning rush.”

“Probably a good idea, you have work tomorrow I guess, maybe I’ll take Lyndy to the farmer’s market in the morning.”

“She’ll love that, I’ve gotta get washed up and see that she’s clean for dinner. Can I help with something before I go ?”

“Katie’s setting the table and it’s stew which is done, I’m just going to pop in the rolls. Go get ready, we’ll be eating soon.”

After making sure that Lyndy had done as Amy had asked she left her sweetheart with her dolls and her vivid imagination and washed up before heading to her room. Behind closed doors she pulled out her phone and texted Finn while she changed. “Well Katie knows which means Georgie knows and possibly Lou. More of my women.”

“How many more are there ?”

“You know, I think that’s about it, just the men left. You ?”

“Me, let’s see. I mentioned it to Grandpa who patted me on the shoulder and said “she’s special Finn, go slowly and get it right.” My mom said “I knew you weren’t staying there for Al.”

“That’s it ?”

“Dad wasn’t home and that’s the A team aside from friends, that can wait.”

“I envy you.”

“I envy me too and not for the family part.”

Amy smiled “That was sweet Finn.”

“Let me know how it goes.”

“I will, bye for now.”

She ran a brush through her hair a couple times and pulled it back into a ponytail, put on her moccasins and walked next door to join Lyndy in her fantasy until dinner.

“Two.” Lyndy said when Amy laid a roll on her plate.

“One until you eat some stew and green beans.”

“Ok Mama.”

“Ok.” Amy said with a smile.

“I noticed a new horse in a double on my way back in.” Jack mentioned.

“Her name’s Brandy, one of Isaak Fraser’s. I picked her up this afternoon.”

“I probably could have helped.”

“I took Finn Cotter, I wanted to introduce him to Isaak.”

“You sure that was smart, your recommendation carries some weight Amy.”

“Finn’s an excellent farrier Grandpa and I have no problem recommending him. Lisa used him and he totally fixed Spartan.”

Lisa nodded “Did a real good job that day at Fairfield, didn’t waste all day and didn’t charge through the nose. Amy’s invited him to Sunday dinner.”

“We’re going on a trail ride first !!” Lyndy added. “Can I have another roll please I finished my green beans.”

Amy smiled and reached for a roll “here you go sweetie.”

Lyndy took it and immediately bit down.

“Hey what do you say ?”

“Phank ou” She answered her mouth half full.

“Please swallow before speaking next time Lyndy.” Amy answered “And you’re welcome.”

“A trail ride ? What kind of trail ride ?”

“I don’t know Dad, a trail ride, how many kinds are there ?”

“Sunday dinner Amy ?”

“Yes Lou, Sunday dinner, I want Finn to meet the family.”

“Is this uhm, something ?”

“We’ve been seeing each other.”

“Finn’s nice, his horse’s name is Night.” Lyndy added.

“Seeing each other, is that like dating ?” Tim asked.

“Well, I’m not in high school anymore so dating doesn’t seem to fit.”

“I thought he lived in Saskatchewan?”

“He’s staying with Al Grandpa, he’s getting on in years and lives all alone.”

“How serious are you about this ?”

“I’m not even sure I know how to answer that, we’ve been seeing each other, it’s been nice.”

“Well, he’s gorgeous.” Katie added.

Jack looked over “aren’t you a bit young ?”

Katie smiled “nope, I’m definitely old enough to notice good looking men GG.” “Good for you Katie, you pick a winner.” Amy answered with a smile getting a small scowl from Lou.

“How do I not know about this ?”

“I didn’t really tell anybody Lou but I don’t want to sneak around so I’ve invited him to Sunday dinner to meet the family.”

“What do you know about him, this seems awful fast ?”

Amy stopped for a moment, this really shouldn’t be this hard she thought, she wasn’t 15, she was a widowed single mother at 27 and about to turn 30.

“Katie, how about you take Lyndy into her room and we’ll bring dessert to you when we’re ready ?”

Katie looked at Amy for a second and nodded “Got it, come on Lyndy, let’s pick a book.”

With the kids out of earshot Amy turned to Jack. “What’s the problem ?”

“Just that I’ve dealt with his family before.”

“His family ?”

“Al, his grandfather used to work here, did you know that ?”

“Nope, when was this ?”

“Back in the 50’s.”

“70 years ago, those 50’s ? That’s a lot of years ago Grandpa. I’m afraid I’m lost, did he steal ?”

“He chased after Lyndy.”

“After you were married ?”

“No he asked her out when I was dating her and he knew I was serious.”

“Let me get this straight, 70 years ago before you were married he asked Grandma Lyndy out. I assume she said no ?”

“Of course she said no but she also knew I was getting ready to propose and so did he.”

“But she said no.”

“All I’m saying is that the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree, that’s all.”

“Really Grandpa, at this table, the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree ?”

“What’s that supposed to mean ?”

“Let’s see, your father, my GG so to speak was a violent drunk. My father, who abandoned me at 5, was addicted to pills and alcohol and was thrown out, by you, and my husband literally came with a juvenile probation officer because he tried to beat his step father to death and you’re concerned about Finn because 70 years ago his grandfather asked out a beautiful single woman you were dating, who said no and who happened to marry you soon after ? Are you serious right now ?”

“Does sound pretty lame Jack.” Tim said “and I didn’t abandon you Amy, I was thrown out.”

“You know dad I had no contact with you from when I was 5 until I was 15, I actually think that qualifies as abandonment and this is neither the time or place to discuss it so I’m laying down the law, here and now, you will both treat Finn with respect or deal with me.”

“Respect, what does that mean exactly ?” Tim asked.

“It means that there won’t be a nickname or hay stacking or giving him the gears or any of the other childish games you’ve played.”

“And what about Lyndy and Ty ?”

“I will talk to Lyndy as things progress and you don’t have to make this harder for me than it already is Grandpa, Ty’s dead.”

“You’re still wearing his rings Amy.” Jack said softly.

The exclamations of “Jack” and “Grandpa” came simultaneously from both Lisa and Lou who were shocked that he pointed that out knowing how hard this must be for Amy.

“Fine.” Amy muttered and immediately worked at getting her now snug rings off and when they came she got up and walked over to Lisa holding them out for her to take “I know you have a bank lock box Lisa, could you please hold these safe for Lyndy. Good enough Grandpa ?”

“Amy, I …..” Jack started.

“I’ve heard enough, let me get my daughter some dessert and to bed, thanks by the way, I was having a good day and this sucked.”

[mxvladdy]

i have an angst request, i guess??

could you imagine the reaction when MC and a brother are cuddling, being real sweet and tender, rubbing sensitive bits of skin ect.

MC stares off for a bit and the brother thinks they’re being nostalgic but when they ask what they’re thinking about 😘 MC just says “oh? i’m just remembering that i’m a potential food source for you guys 🙃“

~My first request! Yay!~

I hope you like it. I just picked just 3 brothers that I thought would be fun. But if you want more lemme know!

Lucifer

Quality time with him is rare. He's a busy demon after all.

But after an unsightly incident a few years back he has been trying to take some time out of the day for himself. It is also the perfect excuse to have some quality time alone with you.

He likes to have you sitting on top of him while he lounges. Your weight and heartbeat were soothing. A living noisemaker.

It has become a routine now. You come and rest with him and enjoy each other's company.

This time you were a little distant. Your eyes constantly track the motions and actions of his mouth. You seem fixated on every little thing he does. From a sip of his drink to the way he scowls while reading the evening news. You’re mesmerized by something.

He takes it as you reliving the taste and feel of his lips on yours. He'd be happy to give you a reenactment. But, when he leans in for a kiss, he senses...fear?

No. Surely you had gotten over that little mortal hurdle. For all things unholy, he hasn't even threatened you in over a year.

He'll pry, demanding a reason for your sudden apprehension. If anything to mask his own fear with righteous indignation.

When you tell him it takes a lot of effort not to laugh. It wasn't a ridiculous notion. He had indulged once or twice in his younger years-not that he would tell you. The thought had crossed his mind not that he would tell you. But really you would have been dog food before he would put any effort into it.

He'll brush your concern off. He has no interest in your flesh in such a rudimentary form. Now that pretty little soul of yours was another matter...

“You seem- distracted.” Lucifer’s purrs against your temple kissing it tenderly. His deep rumble resonates down your spine. “What are you thinking about γλυκιά μου?”  He drags a razor-sharp canine down your neck teasingly. “Something good perhaps?”  

“No, sorry.” You burrow closer to his chest. “Just had a… thought.” Lucifer’s thumb stills, halting the teasing pattern he had been tracing into your thigh. He scowls brushing his nose across the crown of your head. If you were thinking of anything other than him, then he was doing this wrong.

That thought was… offending. He had carved out a spot for you in his already ridiculous schedule, and yet you seemed miles away. Normally these precious moments were spent with you snuggling close loving his undivided attention, and him loving yours in kind.

Tonight your demeanor was so demure. You clung to him as usual, soft lips trailing down his jaw to the little sliver of exposed skin from where he had loosened his tie hours ago. But, it just felt like you were just going through the motions. “Speak.” A request and order in one.

"If given the chance, would you eat me?"

"What?" Lucifer cups the back of your head and pulls you away to make eye contact. "What?" He balks, eyes wide. His expression was completely undignified. That certainly wasn't what he was expecting.

You explain to him about a conversation you had overheard in your early days of the exchange program. For some reason, it just hit you then at the feel of his mouth on you.

"I- hmmm. Personally, I would have fed you to Cerberus. I don't particularly enjoy the taste of human flesh." He settles back into his office chair unfazed. He thought he had something to worry about. "Besides, I have come to find I like you warm and breathing." He pinches your side teasingly ready to get the evening back on track.

"Wait! You thought about it!?" His blasé tone takes you aback.

Lucifer knocks his forehead into yours with a snicker. "Not too hard. Besides you'd probably give my pups indigestion with all the trouble you’ve turned out to be."

Beelzebub

He likes to spend time with you at his favorite cafe. The one with the little tea cakes and great sandwiches.

Normally you will spend a weeknight there studying and munching together. One hand scribbling away in your notebook and the other engulfed in his large hand. By the end of the night though, you always find your legs interwoven with his and his ginger head resting on top of yours.

He is full and happy. So happy in fact, he steals a kiss, and then another.

It’s a good thing he picked a booth in the back so the rest of the cafe can ignore the couple nestled closer and closer in the back. He sneaks a few more peaks in here and there, whispering softly. It was going great until- He hadn’t expected to feel you lock up. Was it something he said?

You’re embarrassed when he pulls away and tries to brush it off. You just got swept up in some thoughts, no biggie.

He won’t pry, he gets it, it happens to him too. But, when you untangle yourself from him he has to know what’s up.

When you tell him he is distraught. Because he 100% has and probably still will eat a person. He might have munched on a witch that had pissed him off just the other day…

What he hates most is he can’t really lie and deny that he hasn’t thought about it.  

“You taste amazing.” His words ghost over your lips as he savors the sweet mix of your coffee and natural flavor. You always taste like spiced oranges and honey when your lips brush. It’s intoxicating. Suddenly the flavor of you changes, a sour note hits his tongue. You go still and look out across the small cafe.“Are you ok?”

You pull away blinking rapidly. “Yeah-sorry.” You chuckle humorlessly. “Just...had a thought.” You try to move back into his arms but he stops you.    

"What's the matter?" He tilts your chin up with a callous finger. You turn your head away and answer. "What?" He could hear you just fine. Superhuman hearing and all, but he just couldn’t comprehend what he heard.

"Do you consider me as a food?" You repeat yourself. "I know demons eat people, and like you've mentioned it before. I guess, I don't know. Shouldn't I be scared?" You've never seen a demon wilt before. Beel recoils and tucks in on himself. His hand flops down to sit on his thigh.

Of Course, he did think about it. Hell’s he had considered it. Aside from being a demon, he was the avatar of gluttony. How many nights had he laid in bed, stomach growling, and your scent filling his nose when you first arrived. Mammon had a work out the first few weeks of school dragging him away from your immediate vicinity. It was fortunate for the both of you that you had bonded so quickly or else he could have ruined everything.

His silence was enough for you to know. "Crazy how things turn out right?" You try to lighten the mood. You stroke his hair gently trying to comfort him. "Sorry, I kinda ruined date night huh?"

"No, no this is good." He chuckles rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Or I mean. We should talk about this. Before Diavolo started working on the exchange program, human souls and flesh were pretty common delicacies." Beel collects his thoughts with a sigh. “The verdict didn’t go over well at first. I wasn’t too happy either if I’m being honest. But, I’m happy he did it in the long run.” He meets your gaze with a warm smile. “You’re the kinda treat I want to enjoy for eternity.”

Asmodeus

A deviant. An absolute terror when it comes to PDA. He doesn’t care if it’s class time. If he wants to be in your lap then that's where he'll be.

He'll nuzzle the crook of your neck whenever he finds his way on to your thighs. He always has a compliment ready for you. New perfume or cologne? Is that shirt the one he bought you? He'll dote on you for hours until you are a blushing mess.

He schedules out movie nights with you. Just the two of you, some good drinks, plenty of pillows, and no bothersome brothers.

The movie he picked tonight was an oldie from the Devildom. He was feeling a little sentimental and thought you would enjoy seeing some culture. You agree, but forget one little thing.

Old Devildom culture was...pretty graphic.

Asmo doesn’t notice how your mind drifted off during the opening act. He is busy creating a new trail of hickies along your shoulder and upper arm around his pact.

He does notice when he hits the sensitive spot of your neck that normally has you squirming but-nothing. Huh? Was he losing his touch? He is usually so aware of his partner's mood. He asks what’s wrong.

Your question comes out of left field. He panics, figuring the movie wasn’t the best for this conversation. He turns it off and gives you his full attention.

Has he eaten a human or two before. Yes, back when he was young and would get swept up in the heat of the moment. Crimson was a lovely color on him.

You try to console him. Really you get it, it was an errant thought. You know he won’t eat you.

Can he still call you a snack tho?

You watch the movie in dead silence. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you figure you should probably be disturbed by what you see on screen. Were you that desensitized? Probably. Should that worry you? Maybe? You try to weigh it out in your hand. The black and white feature flashing across your eyes. You have seen worse in crappy human B rated horror movies. But, those were special effects and pints of red-colored slime and food coloring. You had a nagging suspicion that the scene in front of you was real. You glance down at the slim demon trying to fuse his body into yours. His body flickering in and out of focus in the flickering lights of the movie. You try to focus on him, his warm body nestling closer to you under the blankets. It worked for a moment before another loud roar from the screen dragged your eyes back up.

The contrast between the violence on the projector and the soft innocents of Asmodeus’s lips on the corners of yours was wild. He wasn’t even paying attention to the film. Typical. This was his normal ploy to have you all to himself. It worked though, and you loved it. Oh- You watch with wrapped attention as the human on screen was consumed both body and soul by a horde of demons.

“Is the film more magnetic than me?” Asmodeus pulls away licking his lips. His rose-colored gloss was smeared across his cheek. You shudder blinking past the sudden thought of what that soft red color also looked like.  

"Nah," You huff wrapping your arms around him to press your chest to his. He purrs practically preening from your attention. "Just thinking."

"Oh~" You can feel his playful smile stretching along your hairline. "Care to share." He nips your earlobe.

"I just, humans really are just kinda food to you guys huh?”

You’ve never seen Asmodeus move so fast before in your life. One moment he is doing his best impression of an octopus and the next he is standing several feet away from you, hands raised in a mix of shock and defense. “Where would you-” He trails off hearing the sound of violence and death behind him. “Oh Hells.” He clicks off the projector in a panic. “I am so sorry honey! I did not think that through.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Would this be an inappropriate time to say I would go straight to your thighs?”

Asmodeus snorts in the dark. “Hips more like. You are nothing but sugar and fluff.” He flips the lights back on and he comes back to kneel next to you. He cups your face. “You know I would never do that right? I can’t say I haven’t done it before but I’ve never thought that about you.”

You hum kissing his warm palm. “Should I be offended or thankful?”

He hits you playfully. “That’s not funny!” You laugh taking his light swats, grateful that the mood in the room was already lightning.  

“It is and you know it.” You scoop him back into your lap and snatch the remote up from where he had tossed it. “Come on let’s finish movie night. I’m picking the show this time.”