#i want to make my little blue sitting room pleasepleaseplease

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When will Mojang give us more blue blocks :(

[pleasantanathema]

A Little Taste

Pairing: Step-dad Erwin x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Pseudo incest (step-dad/step-daughter), Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Choking (on fingers and hand around throat), Secret Relationship

A/N: This is what Erwin brain rot and a too-long shower leads to. Please heed the warnings.

          Erwin was a commander in every sense, you could feel it in his stride, in the way he held himself, so real and full against the border of his composure. He was golden, muted power, even in the moments of silence you spent together— drinking in his study when you visited home for Christmas break, sitting in the breakfast nook in the early morning light as he read the paper and you perused books without actually reading them.

           Sometimes it made you sick to your stomach that you couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop thinking about your step-dad, but other times it brought you a silent thrill, made your chest burn with excitement, especially when you caught him looking back at you. Brilliant blue eyes were always waiting for your first move. That’s how the game worked. The initiating step had to be made by you; you had to show your willingness, your need for him, then he would take over.

          He was always so calm and in control, someone who changed the atmosphere whenever he drew near. But whenever you moved closer, you could see the softness in his eyes, felt the quietness between his fingers as they wrapped around your throat. He was a gentle lion, shy and soundless before the press of your lips would stir and rouse him into something more dangerous.

          You could still remember the first time you fucked him.

          Alone in his study, your mom hundreds of miles away on an impromptu business trip, and you asked him for a sip of the dark, amber colored liquor that sloshed in his glass. You immodestly draped yourself on his knee, short dress pooling around your hips to expose smooth thighs. He was eager to appease you, full lips curving into a smirk at your boldness.

          His long, thick fingers dipped into the drink, coating them in the expensive whiskey.

           “Have a taste.”

          He slipped his digits into your awaiting mouth, eyes watching your every move as you sucked the burning alcohol from his skin. He pressed down against your tongue, groaned as you swallowed around him and your heated lips slid along his knuckles.

          You thought it would be simple, just a little taste of something you weren’t supposed to have.

          But simplicity wasn’t enough for your selfish step-father.

          He placed his spit-slick fingers between your legs, pulling you deeper into his lap as pushed your panties to the side and curled his fingers inside you.

          “You’ve always been such a good girl,” your hands were sinking into his blonde undercut as you whimpered for him, “you always do exactly as you’re told, don’t you? I raised you that way.”

          He wasn’t wrong. He came into your life your first year of college, sweeping your mother off her feet with his handsome features and the promising wallet of a high-rise CEO. You weren’t beyond the age of raising, however, and Erwin took his time teaching you how to behave for formal dinners, took his time teaching you how to be the perfect little lady with etiquette books and trips to lavish department stores.

          “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. He used to hate when you called him that, said it made you sound childish. But as his other hand wrapped around your throat, keeping your chin tilted toward his face so he could watch you come undone, you could feel his cock hardening at the moniker.

          “You look so pretty like this, darling, take my fingers so well,” he knew you liked the praise, could feel your pulse pounding against his palm at the words.

          “I-I want you…” you mewled when his strong thumb began to circle your wet clit.

          “Want me to do what? Use your words like I taught you.”

          You were rocking in his lap, pressing yourself down his hand as you chased your high. Slick was running down your thighs. The noises were lewd, wet, the sound of fingers plunging into a too-willing cunt.

          “Want you to fuck me, wanna feel you inside me.”

          Your hands were trailing down his chest, fingertips stumbling as you pulled at the buttons of his dress shirt.

          “You can have me if you can take me.”

          You realized what he meant when he leaned back in the leather chair, allowing you to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock from his slacks. His cock was fat, long, hot blood thumping beneath silken skin and thick veins. It was pretty, weeping with pre-cum and flushed pink at the flared tip. You couldn’t help but to touch him, moaning as the fingers inside of you suddenly didn’t feel like enough.

          It dawned on you that he was just as needy for you as you were him.

          Erwin pulled his hand from between you drenched thighs as you straddled him, bringing his sticky fingers back to your lips. You took them in, tongue lapping at the bittersweet taste of you on your daddy’s fingers.

          “How’s that taste?”

          You closed your eyes as he greedily pressed his fingers down your throat.

          “ ‘s good,” you murmured with your stuffed mouth, lips closing tighter as his cockhead brushed between your slick folds.

          “Keep them in there and keep quiet. Can’t have the whole neighborhood hearing you scream for me.”

          Heat raced to your cheeks at his words and at the burn of his cock pressing into you. Your walls were tight around him, his pumping veins molding to your insides. One of your hands pressed against his exposed chest for balance as he started to thrust, your panties softly cutting into the fat of your thighs as he spread you. You were still slipping down his cock, body unsure if it could take all of his length. But, of course, you were a good girl for him, eventually taking every inch of him in so he could bottom out inside of you.

          You weren’t sure how long you were moaning around his fingers, lingering notes of slick and whiskey painting your tongue. Time was inconsequential as he took you, other hand secured at your hip so he could bounce and move you how he wanted.

          It felt so good to be used by him, to hear him grunting below you, to feel the sheen of sweat building on his chest.

          “So good,” he groaned, “so fucking good for me.”

          His balls were slapping against your tender ass cheeks, his damp slacks sliding against your thighs, the blonde curls at the base of his cock kissing against your swollen clit.

          You wanted to remember this moment forever, wanted it to burn and sear against your thoughts like a polaroid in a dark room.

          “Daddy,” the name was a muffled sound in your mouth, reverberating down his fingers and forearm.

          “Daddy’s gonna cum inside you, darling,” your lashes fluttered open at his confession, and your chest tightened at the sight of his normally perfect hair falling against his forehead, his cheekbones stained pink with lust. He was as undone as you were, his jaw flexing and eyebrows pressed together as he took what he wanted from your body.

          “Please,” you begged, spit drooling from the sides of your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably with every plunge of his cock spreading your pussy apart, “pleasepleaseplease.”

          He knew what you were pleading for. You wanted to cum with him, didn’t want to be left behind as you both barreled down the path of no return.

          Erwin slowly broke you apart as he swirled his thumb over your clit, a purposeful, brutish pace that matched the cock skimming along your gummy walls. But he was becoming just as unhinged as your cunt sucked him in more and more, your belly clenching as you got pulled closer and closer to ecstasy.

          “Come on, cream on my cock, baby, cum for me, cum for daddy.”

          You almost gagged yourself on his fingers as your head fell forward from the forcefulness of your orgasm. You screamed around his skin, felt his knuckles against your teeth as you held back tears. It all felt too hot, too fast, like he’d stretched you like a rubber band and snapped you back together. Your belly was tensing over and over again, shocks of pleasure racing down to your toes, making your fingers curl against the downy hairs of his chest.

          Erwin came soon after you, holding a growl back in his throat as he buried his seed into your depths. Some part of you hoped that he came just from seeing what he’d done to you. You dreamed that he reached the point of euphoria just from watching you cum, watching you cry and shake for your daddy in his lap, his cock stuffed so deep in your pussy that he could feel your heart beating.

          When he pulled out of you, he quickly pushed your panties back into place, two fingers patting against your abused clit.

          “Don’t lose a drop of my cum, darling. I want to feel it inside you next time I fuck you.”

          That first fuck was just the first move, just the first taste.

          Every time you visited home from college, Erwin found a way to take you. Some nights were quick and hasty, the two of you fighting against time so you wouldn’t be caught. Asking you to help him find something in his car, only to have you back in his lap with his massive hand over your mouth. Following you after you said goodnight, only to press you against the shower wall and have you praying that the heavy sound of water against the tiles covered the sounds of you whimpering for your daddy.

          There was a time he was bold enough to slide his hand up your skirt at a family dinner after you playfully pulled at his pant leg under the table. Your moans bubbled into the wine glass that you nursed, thighs clenching around his wrist.

          Erwin was relentless whenever you released him, whenever you made that first step and teased him, asked him for more cum, touched him when no one was looking.

          Your favorite moments were when you could find him alone, run your hot tongue along the shell of his ear and tell him how good you’ve been for him. How you think of him when you’re away from him, how you imagine that your hands are his when you touch yourself during the witching hours of night. Sometimes he would strip you and lay you naked across his desk so you could show him exactly how you make yourself scream when you’re alone.

          Sometimes he would leave you with things to remember him by. He’d suck a bruise in the shape of his mouth on your breast, leave nail marks along your thighs, smack a scorching handprint into your ass cheek that you’d feel for days on end.

          He once had you filled with shame as he pounded you into the bed he shared with your mother. With his back pressed against yours, his hand back around your throat where it belonged, he whispered promises that couldn’t be kept.

          “I’m yours, darling, just like you’re mine.”

          Your ears burned with the vows as your pussy spread to take him in deeper, harder.

          “I’ll fuck you even after you get married, my little girl will always be mine.”

          Affirmations would tumble out your open mouth, little whines of yes daddy and I’m yours.

          But you knew one day the game would end. Someone would find the pieces, someone would hear you, see you, catch you, but the thrill of it had you cumming even harder whenever daddy decided to play with you.

[snowstark]

Pretty Things [teenker].

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Prompt: Omega!Peter and Omega!Harley both go into heat at the same time, Alpha!Tony knots them through it, they alternate between knottings and both Peter and Harley are impatient for their respective turns. They use a knotting dildo while they wait, but nothing fills them quite like Tony's knot. Bonus points if Peter and Harley argue with each other while Tony knots the other (“it's always your turn,” “why do you go first”) and one uses the others heat scent to make Tony re-knot while his knot is deflating, etc. making the other omega have to wait longer for their turn with Tony.

AKA Peter and Harley both want to get railed into a new dimension by Tony.

When Tony stepped into the house, he was met with the sweet scent of omega slick—no, two scents, lingering in the air, sharp and tangy and just right. He set his grocery bags down, tilting his head, and chuckled when he heard pitiful whimpering noises coming from their bedroom, just like music to his ears, his sweet, precious omegas.

He headed straight for the room, opened the door quietly, and inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

The boys had made their nest, not overly extravagant, having each other was enough. They’d stripped off their clothes, probably because it’d been too hot for them, and the clothes lay in a messy pile on the floor next to the bed. There were four thick blankets surrounding them in a soft pile, pretty shades of blue and green and pink and yellow that Tony had bought for his good boys, and a few of Tony’s t-shirts and hoodies, and each of their stuffies—a white bear for Peter, a brown one for Harley.

Fucking precious.

And it would be absolutely wholesome, except for the fact that they were both clearly in heat, panting and crying and desperate and needy.

Harley was the first to spot him, and he made a pitiful little noise in his throat, quiet, but it was loud enough to catch Peter’s attention. The other boy turned his gaze too, following Harley, and his eyes widened pitifully at the sight of Tony standing at the door.

Tony stepped inside, not bothering to close the door behind him, and pulled his tie free before shrugging off his suit jacket. He undid the cufflinks, making the two omegas whimper—Tony recalled with a smile how they’d once told him that him taking off his cufflinks killed them, that was how hot it was—and then rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“How long have you been like this, hm, poor things?” Tony crooned, shifting onto the bed.

Both boys instinctively scrambled over to him, practically toppling over each other like little pups, making him smile.

“Looks like a bit, huh?” he murmured, opening his arms and letting them snuggle close. “Sweet things. Alpha’s here now. He’ll take care of you.”

Peter let out a small mewl at that, then tipped his head up, exposing his neck hungrily and desperately enough to make Tony’s mouth water. “Please,” the boy whimpered, trying to press closer and accidentally shifting Harley back. “Need your knot, please, Alpha—”

“Me too!” Harley whined, brow furrowing in what looked like anguish. “Me too, Alpha, please—”

God, they were going to kill him.

Tony let out a small growl, then let his lips latch onto Peter’s neck, sucking and licking, and while he did, he threaded his fingers through Harley’s hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck too. He gave Peter one last hot stripe of his tongue before moving to Harley, relishing in his panting and whining, just as pretty as Peter’s noises had been.

“Alpha, alpha,” Harley panted, and the sweet, tantalizing scent grew stronger. When Tony pulled back, he followed helplessly, eyes half-lidded and already dazed.

With a crooning noise, Tony gently pushed the middle of his chest with a hand to tip him backwards, onto his back, lips twitching with amusement when Peter followed suit immediately, eyes flashing with need and a bit of possessiveness. Tony didn’t mind; he always did like it when his boys got riled up like this.

“Where to start…” he drawled, letting his fingers ghost over the boys’ chests, making them whimper and keen. “Hm.” He let his eyes wander throughout the room and rest on the box of toys they kept for easy access, and then nodded, satisfied. He pulled away from them to head over to the corner of the room to fish out the toys that had popped into his mind, ignoring the needy noises of protests that Harley and Peter made at his disappearance.

Once he’d found everything he needed, Tony shifted back onto the bed, holding up each toy for a few moments so that they could see what he had planned.

“Get on with it then,” Harley begged, eyes flashing with what was almost defiance, and his scent was tinged with desperate eagerness that contradicted his tone and words. “C’mon, we—been waiting all day, please, c’mon, you’re so slow.”

Oh, and there it was, Tony noted with delight. The feistiness, the brattiness, it had so much potential. It was always nice to be able to knock Harley back into his place, make him reel from being smacked him into submission, make him cry big fat tears and apologize and say, yes, Alpha, ‘m sorry, Alpha, pleasepleaseplease—

“We’ll start,” Tony agreed with a shark-like grin. He picked up the handcuffs—he preferred rope, that was no secret, but this was easier for what he had planned—and gestured for Harley to give him his wrists.

The omega eagerly obeyed and Peter whimpered with jealousy as Tony clicked them into place before hooking them onto the headboard.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby boy,” Tony crooned at Peter, letting his fingers brush over Peter’s cheek in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture. “I’m taking care of you first.”

“What?” Harley gasped in outrage, and Tony chuckled. “But—”

“Oh, yes, I know you’re the one who’s cuffed.” Tony pinched his nipple, making him yelp. Good omega. “That’s ‘cause we all know you can’t keep your hands to yourself, darling boy. Now, you stop yapping and I’ll take care of Petey-pie before moving on to you.”

Peter’s eyelashes fluttered as Tony moved to sit between his knees, ignoring Harley’s whine of complaint, though he took mercy and stroked his fingers on the inside of his thigh, just enough to soothe him.

Tony bent down and kissed the inside of Peter’s thigh, making the omega gasp. He chuckled lowly, rumbling in his chest, and licked a hot, wet stripe up to his balls. “Tell your Alpha what you want, baby,” he murmured, “and Alpha will give it to you.”

“I-I—” Peter whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. His curls were already in a sweaty mess over his forehead and Tony reached up to push them back. “W-Want you to—please—” His hips lifted off of the bed instinctively, and Tony chuckled again, pushing them down firmly.

“Alpha can’t do anything ‘till you tell him, omega.” That was bullshit, and they all knew that, but hey, it was a game, and Tony was in charge, so there.

“Eat me out,” Peter begged, face flushing shyly at the words, his eyes still squeezed shut tight. “Please, Alpha, ‘s been so long, need you s-so bad—”

“Shhh.” Tony pressed a kiss to his hip, then patted it. “Go on, then. Turn over. Since you asked so nicely. So pretty, baby.”

Peter flopped over immediately, raising his ass in a desperate offering, already making the prettiest keening noises Tony had ever heard and he hadn’t even started.

Good omega.

Tony bent his head, feeling Harley’s gaze burning into the side of his head, and licked up in one wet motion. The sweet taste of Peter and his slick flooded his mouth and he growled before going in for more, brain going white and fuzzy with omega, mine, my omega.

He growled and nipped at Peter’s cheek, making him whimper, and flattened his tongue to drag more wet stripes in his cleft. Peter’s hole fluttered with each mewl he gave, which only urged him on more, making him slip his tongue in to fuck him with it, a teasing precedent for what was soon to come. Wet noises filled the room, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and breathy moans and Tony’s chuckles against his skin.

Harley whimpered, the scent of his slick flooding Tony’s senses, and he grinned against Peter’s ass. He pulled back, wiped his chin on the back of his hand, and let a finger sink into Peter’s hole. It gave way easily, and Peter moaned, loud, pushing back against the finger.

“O-Oh—oh, god.”

“Feels good?” Tony murmured, shooting Harley a sly glance, smirking when the omega looked absolutely fucking wrecked and devastated. “You’re a good boy, Peter. You deserve Alpha’s knot. Don’t. You?” He punctuated his words with two fingers now, squelching in the wetness.

“Y-Yes!” Peter cried out, back arching in desperation. “Ohmygod, yes, Alpha, I-I—”

Tony leaned close and took one last lick around his fingers, then pulled back, grinning at how dazed Peter was now, and slid a hand through his sweaty curls. “You taste like fucking candy, omega.” He waited, but when he got no response, he gave the boy a crisp, light smack on his cheek, making his eyes roll into his head. Tony’s lips twitched with amusement. “Say thank you. Use your manners. Alpha rewards good boys.”

“T-Thank—Thank you,” Peter gasped, squirming. “‘s— please— more—”

“Oh, you want more?” Tony cooed. “Not enough? Greedy.” He pinched his thigh. “My greedy, needy omega. So filthy, you’re an absolute mess and I haven’t even played with you properly. You sure you want more?”

“Yes, please! Pleasepleaseplease—”

“Alpha!” Harley cried out, clearly unable to hold back. He was trembling in his restraints, and Tony took mercy on him and ran a hand down his chest.

“Yes, omega?” he drawled.

Harley stared at him with wet eyes. “I… I…”

“Yes?” Tony grinned.

Peter mewled next to him, and Harley blubbered, “Please, I—can I—can you please eat me out, please, I’ll be so good, I-I—” He broke off with a gasp, eyelashes growing heavy with tears.

“Oh, look at these crocodile tears,” Tony crooned, flicking some away with his thumb. He pinched Peter’s hip. “What do you think, baby boy? You think Harley deserves some fun now? Think he can behave? Be as good and sweet as you?”

Harley gasped again. “Please—”

“Didn’t ask you,” Tony told Harley mildly, making him whimper. “Peter?” He patted his hip.

Peter bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut tightly, looking torn between yes, he deserves it and no please, give me more, I deserve it. Eventually, though, like the good, sweet omega he was, the boy gasped, “Yes. Yes, Alpha, he— yes.”

“Mmm.” Tony reached up slowly and unhooked Harley from the cuffs, hearing the hitch in his breath. “Go on, then, Harley. You heard him. Flip over. Or are you gonna make me do all the work?”

“N-No, Alpha,” Harley stammered, hastily flopping over. “I want—”

“Oh, I know what you want.” Tony dragged his nails across his ass, making him gasp, and he watched in admiration as four pink lines bloomed across his ass cheek. “And I’m gonna give it to you, as long as you keep that damn mouth of yours shut. No sass, Harley.”

“No,” Harley agreed breathlessly. “N-No, no sass, promise, Alpha, promise.”

“Good,” Tony growled, and then spread his cheeks to bury his tongue, drawing flat, wet stripes across his pucker.

Harley moaned obscenely loud—a sharp contrast from Peter’s little whimpers and cries—and wriggled, squirming against the bed, back arching as Tony ruthlessly licked and kissed. He let his eyes flutter shut—my omega—and time passed.

Time passed as he indulged himself in the sweet scent and taste of his omega, taking over his entire goddamn world until the sound of Peter’s high-pitched crying and whining yanked him back out. Tony pulled back and cooed at the tear tracks on Peter’s face. “Poor thing,” he murmured. “You always look so pretty when you cry. Unlike this one—” He cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass, making him yelp “—who brats too much to look that angelic. Petey-pie’s an absolute angel, isn’t he, Harley, hm?” His tone made it clear that there was only one right answer to his question.

Fortunately for Harley, he seemed to be feeling smart enough—or maybe he was just too needy to even come up with a smartass answer. He nodded, panting, “Yes, yes, Alpha, he is, he’s pretty, he’s—”

“Mm, he is. Now, let’s see.” Tony drew back, allowing Harley to flip back over onto his back. Far too aware of their hungry gazes, he smirked, and pulled back to finally free his cock from his pants.

It was like a Pavlovian effect, the way Harley and Peter both perked up, eyes widening, and Peter licked his lips. God, Tony could see that they were aching for it; they had to be. It went straight to his cock, making it twitch. My omegas.

This was always the hardest part, choosing who got his knot first, choosing who would cry and whine and pout while waiting for his turn. He picked up the dildo he’d brought with him, one that had an inflatable knot, and held it up. “Volunteers?” he teased.

It was almost endearing how Harley and Peter both scowled in response.

Tony hummed, then gestured for Harley to flip over. The boy obeyed, albeit a bit reluctantly, and Tony grabbed the bottle of lube next to him. The cap opened with a snick and he coated the toy liberally with it. Harley glanced back and let out a small whine. “How come you always go first?” he complained, glaring at Peter.

Peter’s cheeks turned rosy, and the scent of his heat and desperation spiked, involuntarily, probably, making Harley scowl even more. Tony’s dick twitched again when he realized that they were literally fighting over who got his knot first. And if that wasn’t the biggest fucking turn-on for him, ever, he didn’t know what was.

“‘s not fair!” Harley whined, wriggling back like he was trying to reach Tony before Peter could. “Alpha, it’s—”

Tony clicked his tongue. “Shhh,” he murmured, and let the tip of the toy nudge against his entrance, pushing slightly. The head slipped in, and Harley groaned. Tony’s mouth went dry from lust; his omegas were so fucking tight, god, they were going to kill him. He slowly worked it in; Harley hadn’t really even needed the lube, but Tony knew that he liked it wet. “This isn’t a punishment, omega. You’re good. You’re very good. Alpha just wants to see you be patient.” God knew Harley could learn it, along with some manners. “Now let me give you what you need.”

Tony pushed the toy inside in one smooth motion and Harley keened, all thoughts of complaining gone by the sensation, back arching as he pushed back. Tony teased him with it a bit, then made sure it was fully seated inside him before grabbing Peter by his hips and dragging him close.

The omega yelped in surprise, but his legs fell open instinctively, making Tony grin. He yanked off the rest of his clothes quickly, then pushed two of his fingers against Peter’s hole. He pulled back to suck his fingers, making Peter flush red, and then worked them in.

Peter was still tight, even though he was in heat. Tighter than Harley, who could take his knot like a champ. Maybe that was why Tony was letting Peter have his knot first; he wanted to see some pretty tears trickling down a pretty face.

Peter gasped in complaint when he pulled his fingers out, but Tony quickly fixed the issue by letting his fingers press against Peter’s tongue, silencing any gulps. He pushed down just hard enough to elicit a gag, and didn’t let up, holding him there as he let the tip of his cock rub between Peter’s cheeks.

“You need it?” he crooned, and both Harley and Peter whined. “Shh, omega. You’ll get it. You know, you’re so fucking tight, I really do need to prepare you. Can’t hurt my pretty things, now can I?” He pulled his fingers out and placed a hand on Peter’s hip, holding him steady as let the head of his cock slip in slowly. Peter groaned, scrabbling to grab onto the bed, and Tony had to bite back a moan of his own as Peter clenched around him, tight and wet and silky.

My omega. He growled, and pinched Peter’s hip. “You’re so tight, omega, how do you expect me to give you my knot when you can’t even take in the tip of my cock, hm?” He pushed in slowly, making Peter wordlessly mewl again, and after a few moments, began to let his hips snap up.

He’d intended to go slow, but Peter was abso-fucking-lutely irresistible. Peter pushed back against him like the good boy he was, and Tony bit his lip to stop the flood of cursing that threatened to escape. He crooned, stroking a hand down his spine. “God, look at’chu,” he breathed, “you’re so fucking pretty, Petey. So gorgeous, lookin’ so damn pretty, impaled on your Alpha’s cock, begging for it, crying for it, you’re fucking perfection, a fucking masterpiece.”

Peter shivered, eyes squeezing shut tightly, and he whimpered, but it was a good kind, Tony knew that. Peter had the biggest praise kink out of all the omegas he’d met throughout his life, and Tony knew that he’d basically just drop-kicked him into submission with those words.

Harley let out a low moan. “A-Alpha, Tony, w-what ‘bout—”

“Shhh,” Tony hushed him, smirking when Harley moaned miserably again. He let his hips begin to work, and the sound of skin against skin filled the room for a few moments, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and keening whimpers until Tony reached over to place a hand over the end of the dildo, pushing it in.

Harley wailed.

Tony inflated the knot effortlessly, watching as shudders wracked Harley’s body. “Feels good?” he demanded breathlessly. “Tell me how good it feels. Now.”

“S-So good!” Harley gasped, groaning. “Good, ‘s full, not— not full ‘nough, please, Alpha, please, I n-need—”

He was interrupted by a high-pitched mewl from Peter as Tony let his hips snap up hard enough for his balls to smack against his ass, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“What do you need?” Tony gritted out, even though he already knew the answer. “I’ve filled your hole, I’m filling this one’s—fuck—so what do you—”

“Y-You!” Harley wailed, clenching around the dildo. “‘s not enough, please! N-Not full enough, ‘s not—”

The words went straight to Tony’s dick and he groaned, hips picking up their speed until he could feel it coming, he—oh, fuck—he came right in Peter without a warning with a grunt, and felt his knot begin to swell. Peter mewled, face etched with pure gratification and eyes shining with gratefulness as he looked up at Tony through half-lidded eyes.

“You need what he has, don’t you?” Tony growled as his knot finished growing. “Need to grow fuller, omega? A little toy’s not enough, is it? You need my knot, not a fake one?”

“Y-Yes!” Harley sobbed. “‘s not—please—”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Tony looked down and traced a finger delicately over the rim of Peter’s hole, stretched around his knot, making him whimper. “It’s almost your turn, shhh. No need for those crocodile tears, sweetheart.”

“N-Not—” Harley gasped, and Tony interrupted him.

“Yes, they are,” he said sternly. Harley cried. Despite his words, he felt a flash of sympathy for the omega, so he reached over and began to fuck him in earnest with the dildo, still inflated with the knot, making Harley’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “See, omega? I’m being nice to you. Gonna make you come. This one—” he cracked a hand down on Peter’s hip, enjoying the gasp he got in response “—hasn’t even been allowed to come yet; he’s been so busy enjoying my knot. You’re getting something he doesn’t have yet, and you should be grateful for it.”

“O-Oh, god—” Harley flailed, trying to grab onto something, to— to—

Tony paid him no mind, just fucking him earnestly until Harley’s body went taut. Reaching down, Tony gripped his cock and gave it a long, lazy stroke, still pumping the dildo, then watched in satisfaction as Harley wailed and came, his entire body shuddering from the force of it. Strings of white coated his hand and the sheets, and Tony pushed the knot in deep, knowing that nothing would be worse than if he chose to pull it out. That would just be pure torture, and he wasn’t that mean.

When Harley was done gasping and writhing, Tony lifted his hand to his mouth, drawling, “Made a mess everywhere, my sweet brat. What should we do about that, hm?”

Harley wordlessly shuddered and leaned forward, his tongue poking out to lap at Tony’s hand. Tony rumbled in his chest, pleased, and he didn’t take his eyes off of Harley until Peter whined.

He looked down, realizing that his knot was going down now, and Peter was trying to push back, clenching tight around him like he was trying to hold onto it, and it went straight to Tony’s head and dick. He swore and pulled out before Peter could convince him to fuck him senseless, wincing at the cry that Peter let out. “P-Please! Not yet, n-need more—”

Tony stroked a hand through his curls and murmured, “Shhh, it’s okay. You feeling empty, hm? You need me to help you?”

Harley made a little noise of disbelief and betrayal. “B-But—”

Tony clamped a hand over his nose and mouth, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, then released him, smirking when Harley fell silent. He reached behind him to pick up another knotting dildo, and Harley watched with wide eyes as he lubed it up and let it nudge against Peter’s entrance.

Peter cried in complaint, but Tony let it smoothly slip in, and inflated the knot again. “See?” he murmured, already shifting over to Harley as his cock began to harden again, eager at the scent of Harley’s desperation and neediness. “Alpha takes care of his pretty things.”

“N-Not ‘nough,” Peter cried, making Harley scowl before Tony wiped it off by deflating the knot and pulling the dildo out of him. He groaned.

“It is enough,” Tony told him as he moved between Harley’s legs. “You had your turn, and now it’s Harley’s.”

His pretty things were going to be the death of him, he thought as he let the tip of his cock slip in. Harley fluttered around him, and Tony let him adjust for a few moments, marvelling at how tight he was despite the fake knot he’d taken, before letting his hips begin to cant up, dragging desperate, almost pained noises from Harley. It wasn’t long before Harley pulled his knot from him, locking them in place.

“S-So good,” Harley gasped, clenching tight around Tony. “N-Needed you, Alpha, hnnngh.”

Tony rewarded him with a gentle stroke of his hand down his side, silently praising him.

Peter was whimpering breathily next to them, watching through half-lidded eyes and sweaty curls that fell across his forehead, and Tony reached over to push them back, then let two of his fingers slip into Peter’s mouth. He watched in rapt fascination as Peter suckled desperately, and didn’t pull them out even when he felt his knot begin to go down, not even when Peter came untouched from the feeling of the knot in his ass and his fingers in Peter’s mouth, filling him up in both ends just the way he needed.

Tony exhaled shakily as his knot fully went down, and Harley made a disappointed noise. Peter’s eyes snapped open, like he knew it was his turn again, and Tony chuckled. “M-Me?” Peter asked breathlessly, looking so fucking adorable. “‘s my turn, Alpha?” A sweet scent filled the room as Peter made a pleased, eager noise in the back of his throat.

Tony opened his mouth to reply that yes, it was Peter’s turn now, when Harley groaned in protest, like he was saying, already?

Tony looked down, ready to reprimand him, when Peter’s heat scent practically overpowered his senses, making him snarl a curse before he gripped Harley’s hips tight, fucking into him again. The feeling of wet and tight and mine blinded him.

Harley let a triumphant, pleased noise, and Tony saw white as he came again, knot growing again already.

Peter cried out in protest. “It was my turn!”

“And I got his knot,” Harley crowed, though his voice was raspy and equally as breathless. His body was wracked with shudders from the bone-melting pleasure of winning Tony’s knot again, and the scent of Peter’s distress and desperation wafted through the air. “F-Feels so good, thank you, Alpha, so big ‘n full ‘n perfect, o-oh—”

Peter cried out, and even through his daze Tony could see him clenching around the knotted dildo in his ass. “H-Hurts,” he sobbed. “N-Need, please—”

Harley growled.

“Boys,” Tony panted, voice full of censure, “no fighting. Play nice.”

Harley and Peter both made offended noises and he barked out a laugh.

Tony stroked Peter’s hair in consolation and let him fuck his hand, which he held in a loose ‘o,’ and indulged him with another orgasm.

When his knot went down again, he cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass as a silent reprimand for being greedy. Then, he pulled out slowly, watching the fluttering hole clenching around his cock, trying to hold on, and he gently soothed a hand down Harley’s back.

“Shh,” he murmured, though even he didn’t know who he was talking to. Both of them, probably. “Shhh. Let Alpha take care of you.” He shifted off the bed and crouched to open the mini fridge they had in the room, pulling out a bottle of water.

It was ice-cold, a sharp contrast to the warm bodies he’d been stroking and touching, but his hands didn’t shake as he twisted the cap open and carelessly tossed it onto the nightstand. He urged the boys to flip over with gentle touches and crooning words in a sing-song voice, then pressed the opening of the bottle to Peter’s lips first.

“A-Al—”

“Shhh,” Tony soothed again, gently tipping the bottle back, letting the water flow into Peter’s mouth. The omega spluttered at first, then began to thirstily gulp it down, encouraged by Tony’s petting and stroking.

Tony pulled it back once Peter had had half the bottle, then tipped Harley’s chin up and let him drink too. “Feels good, huh?” he murmured, watching Harley wordlessly gulp it down. “Good boys, both so good for me, so needy, so hungry, so sweet.”

Peter whimpered at the words, and the smell of more fresh slick made Tony’s mouth water. “Should probably make you eat something,” he murmured, crushing the now empty bottle effortlessly and tossing it to the floor. “Gotta keep your energy up.”

He reached into the fridge and pulled out some fresh strawberries, chuckling when they whined in protest. “Shh. It’ll be quick. Be good for Alpha.”

They both nodded, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes, and Tony blinked when he saw absolute, pure adoration in them.

His pretty things were so fucking perfect, and he was going to have the best time of his life helping them through their heats.

[sabrinaandlilith]

12, 13 and 14!😈

prompts: Sex game (e.g. first to come loses), One catches the other Masturbating, and Sex toys

rated r/explicit

She braced one hand on the Baxter High restroom stall wall, her other under her skirt. Sabrina only had a few minutes before the bell and she wanted to finish as quickly as she could. She slid her hand into her underwear, slowly circling her clit with two fingers, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound. She thought of the sound high heels made on the linoleum, of the form hugging pencil skirt she’d seen in the halls that morning, of that perfectly coiffed dark hair and those blazing blue eyes-

“Well well well, what have we here,” the door to the bathroom stall swung open and Sabrina found herself staring into the blue eyes she’d been fantasizing about.

“Ms. Wardwell-” Sabrina quickly pulled her hand out of her underwear and tried to hide her sticky fingers.

“That’s Principal Wardwell to you, Miss Spellman,” said Ms. Wardwell, grabbing the wrist of the offending hand, “I will see you in my office immediately.”

“Y-yes Principal Wardwell,” Sabrina stammered as she was lead out of the bathroom and down the hall, Ms. Wardwell’s hand still firmly wrapped around her wrist. 

She released her in the principal’s office, waving a hand to magically shut and lock the door. Sabrina’s face was red as she tried to wipe her hand on her skirt while she pretended to smooth it. The bell rang. 

“My my, Sabrina, what am I going to do with you?” she asked, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“M’sorry Ms- Principal Wardwell,” said Sabrina, “It won’t happen again.” 

Ms. Wardwell retrieved something from her desk drawer, crossing the room to take Sabrina by the wrist again.

“I know a young witch has needs, but my dear, a quick rub in the bathroom will not satisfy you,” she placed a long, cool object in Sabrina’s hands, “Try this instead.”

Sabrina looked down. In her hands was a wand shaped item, swirled with soft ridges. It started off thicker at one end and tapered off at the other. 

“It’s made from a unicorn horn,” Ms. Wardwell explained, “Think of it as a belated 18th birthday present.”

“Uh thank you Principal Wardwell,” said Sabrina, turning the dildo over in her hands.

“Go ahead,” said Ms. Wardwell, her smile innocent but her eyes dancing with mischief, “Try it. You have… forty minutes until the next period.”

“I’m not sure Principal Wardwell-” Sabrina began.

“Oh Sabrina, I just want to make sure your needs are taken care of,” said Ms. Wardwell, “I want to help you. Why don’t you take a seat and pull down your underwear. I’ll guide you in this little exercise.”

To her surprise, Sabrina found herself complying. Sitting, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down around her ankles. She folded up her skirt, lifting also her eyes to see Ms. Wardwell hungrily watching her every move. 

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so, understand Miss Spellman?”

“Yes Principal Wardwell,” said Sabrina, fidgeting in her seat.

“Let’s start small,” she instructed, “Use the tip of the unicorn horn to massage your clit.”

The dildo’s tip was polished smooth, and Sabrina’s breath caught as she touched it to her already tight bundle of nerves. She moved it small circles, bolding locking eyes with Ms. Wardwell. This was more thrilling than any fantasy she could have come up with in the girls bathroom. 

“Keep going, that’s a good girl,”

Sabrina bit back a moan, breathing deeply.

“Touch yourself through your shirt,” was the next instruction and Sabrina complied. She cupped her own breast with her free hand, rolling her nipple under her palm. She pressed harder with the unicorn horn. 

“Fuck yourself with the horn,” said Ms. Wardwell, eyes sparkling, “As deep as you can go.”

Shifting to the edge of her seat, Sabrina slid the dildo inside, unable to keep the moan from escaping her as she felt every curve and ridge slide against her inner walls. She soon found a quick pace to fuck herself with it, long strokes until she was shaking, trembling with pleasure. 

“Were you thinking of anyone special in the bathroom,” Ms. Wardwell asked. She stepped closer, cupping Sabrina’s chin.

“Y-you,” Sabrina managed between gasps, and a flicker of surprise crossed her teacher’s face. 

“Quite right too,” she murmured. 

Sabrina leaned into her touch, her hands thrusting faster as she moaned against Ms. Wardwell’s palm, “Can I c-come? Please?”

“Not quite yet,” Ms. Wardwell grabbed a fist full of Sabrina’s hair, forcing her to look up at her. Sabrina’s mouth dropped open in a whine as she stared up into the blue eyes that haunted her dreams. 

“Do you think of me often?” she pressed, “When you touch yourself?”

“Y-yes-” Sabrina gasped, “Please can I come? Please? I n-need to- I only ever think of you- Ms. Wardwell please, please, please please pleasepleaseplease-”

“Come for me Sabrina,” 

Sabrina cried out, her entire body tensing in a flash of hot and cold pleasure. Then she dissolved into a boneless heap in the chair, feeling more sated then she’d ever been before. 

After a moment, Ms. Wardwell pulled her to her feet. She had a handkerchief in hand and used to first wipe Sabrina’s juices from between her legs. Sabrina could feel her cloth covered fingers caress her folds, but as soon as she began she was finished. Then Ms. Wardwell took the unicorn horn and cleaned that as well.  

“Come see me after the school day is over and you can have this back,” she said, placing the horn in a desk drawer, “Now, off you go to your next class and do pull your underwear up Sabrina.”

[lillesliehuman-blog]

Good News (Vld)

Keith lets out a soft sigh, laying on his stomach on top of the soft blankets of the overly large canopy bed. The thin red silks decorating his body barely covering the boy’s lithe form. He lays on the bed, awaiting his mate’s arrival. His mate, a strong former galra commander and agent of the Blades of Marmora, Thace, was currently at another meeting on how the galra empire and the altean empire can find peace amongst one another on Kolivan's behalf. Poor little Keith had been waiting for his lover for over two vergas, willing himself to stay awake and here out Thace’s feelings over the meeting when he returns. Unfortunately, his tiredness wins that battle.

Thace is currently distracted with thoughts of his little half-breed mate having to wait patiently for his return. His little mate had been very upset with him when he was called away for the meeting, but made little to no complaints. He tells himself that he must make it up to the small half-breed when he gets back to their room. Thace knows how much his poor Keith hates having to stay at the galra empire while they're there on business and having to be treated like he's a slave while there because he was born omega. Maybe I should have him sent back to be watched over by Kolivan, while I continue my stay. I'm sure he'd very much like that. Thace nods subtly to himself.

The moment the meeting is ended, Thace stands and rushes out of the room. Hurrying down the halls to his temporary living quarters. He smiles at the sight of his sleeping mate as the doors slide open and close and lock behind him. He walks up to the sleeping boy, running his fingers through the soft black hair falling over his face.

The small galra stirs awake at the gentle touch, lifting his head to look up at his lover, smiling tiredly, “You're back. I missed you, alpha.” He purrs and nuzzles into the hand now petting his lavender furred cheek.

Thace chuckles softly and sits down next to the boy, “I missed you as well, my love. I'm sorry that I had left you alone for so long. I was thinking of having you go back to the headquarters, so that you're surrounded by our peers. I know you don't particularly enjoy it here.”

Keith shakes his head, “No, it isn't very nice here, but I want to stay with you. Though, some of the other officials yelled at me for being out of our room without your knowledge.” His eyes shift down is an upset way. “And Sendak nearly hit me while I was walking back here because I zoned out and ran into him.” The young omega's voice is too soft and it hurts the alpha to hear the slight pain present in his love's voice.

“I will speak with him the next time I see him.” Thace promises, leaning over and kissing the top of his mate's head.

Keith nods to him and gives a quiet, “Okay.” Sitting up and leaning against the larger man, being pulled into said man's lap to be cradle lover's large, strong arms as he falls back into sleep.

Thace smiles down fondly at the sight of his mate’s sleeping face, feeling so much joy in knowing that he is the only one that the little omega will allow to hold in such a way. Keith doesn't even let his own mother hold him in this way. Krolia was quite upset at the new-found knowledge of her son disliking being held by anyone that wasn't Thace. Then very angrily told Thace that if Keith got hurt in anyway while in his care, that she will kill and burry his body herself. It was a very nice conversation.

Thace shake his head to get the terrifying mother out of his head, looking down at Keith as he makes an odd little noise and nuzzles himself closer to the alpha. Thace raises an eyebrow at this, curious about the dream his little lover may be having at the moment.

Thace notices the subtle change of scent in the air, lightly sweetened. He smirks to himself, “My little omega is starting his heat, I see.” He chuckles when said omega, whines softly and grabs at the front of his uniform.

Keith whimpers as he’s awoken by his own heat, looking up at his alpha, “Th-Thace,” he whines, holding his knees closed tightly as a gush of slick soaks through the thin underwear and booty shorts he tends to wear.

“I know, my love. What would you like me to do?” Thace asks, standing and laying Keith down on the large bed, climbing up to hover atop the small half-breed. “How can I make you feel better?”

The younger galra moans at the feeling of Thace’s knee pressing between his legs. “Please, pl-please.” Keith whines, tugging at the alpha’s uniform, silently pleading for him to undress.

“Please what, my love? You must use your words.” The older man says, placing a chaste kiss to the soft cheek.

Keith whines loudly at this. “Please! I need you, alpha! Pleasepleaseplease. Alpha, please.” He cries, pawing at the larger man’s chest. Begging for him to do something.

Thace chuckles, quickly getting the to work on undressing himself, sitting back on his knees and pulling his uniform shirt off over his head. Turning his attention back to desperate omega and smirks as the begging and desperate grinding against his knee starts.

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Keith shoots a glare at Lance as the altean prince pokes at his shoulder. “C'mon, tell me! My dad only ever takes Allura, and she won't tell me why you guys came back early, she told me to ask you!” He whines, now shaking the smaller boy by his shoulder.

“No, it's fucking embarrassing.” Keith huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, c'mon. Please?” Lance gives Keith puppy-eyed stare. Silently hoping that Keith will give into his pleading. “Pleeeeaaaassssse! I wanna know what happened! Why did only you and Allura come back so, early.”

Keith growls lowly, but sighs, “Fine, but you better not laugh!” Lance nods excitedly. Keith huffs again before speaking, his lavender cheeks burning from embarrassment, “I went into heat and it ended within a day and Thace got worried that something was wrong, so he sent me back and Alfor sent Allura back with me so that I wouldn't be alone.”

Lance stares at the small half-breed in surprise, “Whoa… So, are you okay? Coran checked you out, right?” The blue eyed altean asks, sounding genuinely concerned for the other's wellbeing.

Keith nods, “Y-Yeah, nothing is wrong per se. I just got some very important news.” He looks down, shifting back and forth nervously on his feet.

“Really? Can I know that news?” The blue eyed boy asks, quickly adding, “I won't say anything to anyone, I promise.”

“Um, okay.” The shorter boy takes a breath. “I found out that I'm pregnant. My heat started only for the first day to ensure that I'm pregnant. I'm almost two weeks along, but I haven't felt sick like my mom did when she had me.”

“Whoa, really? That’s so weird.” Lance says. “Are you going to tell Thace when he comes back?” Keith nods. “Do you think he'll be happy about it?”

Keith smiles as he nods this time, “Yeah, I think he'll be really happy when he hears. We've been trying for awhile now. I'm still just shocked to hear that I'm really pregnant. That we're really going to have a baby.” Keith looks up at Lance with the most genuine smile Lance has ever seen on the small galra's face. “I really can't wait to tell him!”

[rainbowserenity]

I love your fic about blind!Light 😍 Can you pleaseee write a continuation fic/headcanon about hope proposing to her and their marriage? Pleasepleaseplease...? XD

original fic

total nano count: 25880/50000

Themorning of their third anniversary, Hope veered from his usualroutine.

Hesupposed that for a typical couple, this wasn’t really a notablething, but when your girlfriend – the love his life, really – wasblind, routine was expected. Typically, they’d wake up around thesame and he’d make coffee while she took Odin, her guide dog,outside. If they had no other plans for the day after that, he’dusually make breakfast and they’d laze around the kitchen.

Moreoften than not, though, he had to go down to the coffee shop he ownedand take care of things there. Most of the time she and Odinaccompanied him and they’d wait for Serah to come in for her usuallyraspberry mocha.

Thismorning, however, he crept out of bed as quietly as possible andquickly took Odin out himself so that they wouldn’t have to worryabout him later. Once they were safely back inside his apartment, hepeeked in the bedroom to make sure she was still asleep and then wentto make coffee and breakfast.

Well,it wasn’t so much making asit was arranging things on a tray. Hope mused that maybe he should’velearned how to make crepes by now, since they were her favorite thingto have for breakfast. Hopefully he’d have time to learn.

Atleast…having more time with her was the plan, anyway.

“Lightning?”he murmured as he stepped into the bedroom, trying not to jostle thetray so he could surprise her. There were definitely benefits tohaving a girlfriend who couldn’t see when it came to catching her offguard…in a good way, of course.

“Hmm?”Her eyes fluttered open, though of course they didn’t quite focus onanything. Still, her face glanced in his general direction, and asalways, his heart did this weird little stutter in his chest. “Whatare you doing out of bed?”

“Oh,y'know.” He grinned and carefully set down the tray.

Apparentlyit wasn’t carefully enough, because she frowned in confusion when heslid back into bed. “What was that?”

“Situp a little more.” When she did, Hope sat right beside her, theirthighs pressed together, and set the tray on their laps. “Breakfastin bed, that’s what.”

Lightning’sfingers traced the edges of the tray, placing everything in her mind.Her lips quirked into a confused little smile when she felt thecrepe. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yeah.I special-ordered them at the bakery last night.”

“Huh.”She carefully broke off a piece and ate it, humming in contentment.“What’s the occasion?”

“What,I can’t be nice to my girlfriend?” While that was truth, there wasalso a special occasion…she just didn’t know it yet.

“Notthisnice,” she teased. “Plus, you can’t stop smiling. I can hear itin your voice.”

“Whatcan I say? You just…” Hope smiled again, his voice softer. “Youmake me really happy, Light.”

Sheturned her head more towards him at the words, her lips curvinggently. He closed the space between them before she could even closeher eyes, a little shocked at himself that this was their first kissgood morning.

Notthat they lacked for kisses in general, but still.

“Drinkyour coffee,” he said when they’d pulled away. “You don’t want itgetting cold.”

“Youknow me so well.” She chuckled, feeling for the mug and holding itup to her lips, sipping from it as fluidly as any sighted person.

Thewords struck a chord in Hope’s heart.He, well, hopedthathe did know her as well as he believed. Three years was a long timeto be with a person, and even with the rough patches before they’dofficially gotten together, he couldn’t remember ever being happier.It was a feeling he wanted to cling to for the rest of his life.

Hehoped she’d agree.

Afterthey finished breakfast, she turned her head to silently ask foranother kiss, which he happy obliged. “Do you need to go down tothe shop today?”

“No.”Hope had purposely given himself the day off and taken care of enoughso that Noel would have no problems running the place for the timebeing. Not that Lightning knew that. “Why? Did you have somethingin mind?”

“Notparticularly.” Her hands carefully reached out and he met herhalfway to lace their fingers together. “I just think it’d be niceto spend the day with you. I guess that breakfast in bed put me in agood mood.”

Yessss.“Ican’t say no to that.” He leaned in for another kiss with a smile,brushing their noses together in warning before their lips met. She’dtold him many times that it was fine to take her by surprise when itcame to a kiss, but he preferred to be considerate. “Actually…”

“Hmm?”

Andit was was, one of the most nerve-wracking parts of today. Lightningwas so perceptive that he was sure she’d instantly see through hissuggestion somehow. “I found a new song you’d be able to play. Ialready marked the keys. Wanna try it out?”

Luckily,she didn’t seem to think anything was strange with his suggestion.Instead, her face lit up in that way it only ever seemed to aroundhim. “Sounds good.”

“Great.”He breathed out a sigh of relief. “I’ll take care of the dishes,okay?”

“Someone’sbeing helpful,” she teased. Dishes were usually her doing.

“Yeah,yeah. Just for today.”

Shewas still laughing under her breath as he took the tray and headed tothe kitchen to load the dishwasher. The chore was juuust menialenough for his nerves to come flaring back again. What if she thoughtthis was stupid? Or didn’t want anything to do with him after this? He didn’t think that would happen, but if three years of being withLightning had taught him anything, it was to assume nothing.

Asigh escaped him as he left the kitchen and crossed the room to sitat the piano bench. Having one had been pretty much mandatory whenLightning had moved in with him, so he’d basically had to rearrangehis entire living room. It was kinda nice, though, since it meantthat the both of them could get used to a new space together. Atleast moving things around had forced him to clean and now he madeevery effort to keep things exactly as they were so Lightning had noproblems getting around.

Heglanced up when he heard Odin’s paws padding across the floor,smiling as the dog shuffled to the kitchen to eat. Seconds later,Lightning emerged, looking beautiful as usual.

“Blueshirt and black skirt?”

Shenodded, making her way towards him, her hand held a bit out to theside. Typically, she didn’t like using her cane, never mind insideher own house, so they’d devised their own ways to help her getaround. “I thought so.”

Hopesmiled when her fingers brushed the piano and he tappedher hand, guiding her to the bench. It was comfortable, familiar. Hesincerely hoped he wasn’t about to ruin it. “You look beautiful asalways.”

Sherolled her eyes. The expression was so perfect that sometimes hewondered if she’d perfected it before she’d lost her sight. “You’rebiased.”

“Maybea little.” He grinned and brushed their noses together beforestealing a kiss. Another. And another…

“Quitdistracting me,” she murmured, pulling away, but even her unfocusedgaze was smiling. “I came here to play, Estheim.”

“Ifyou say so.” He tried to laugh, but it came out a little weak. Ohgod, his palms were sweating. Good thing he’d already marked the keys– using their tried and true method of masking tape so Lightningcould feel them easily – or he never would’ve been able to pullthis off. “We’restarting at the F chord.” The real song started a bit later thanthat, but this was a way to…ease her into it. Yeah.

Lightning’sfingers drifted soundlessly over the keys until she’d found onemarked with masking tape. She pressed down, smiling as one lone noterang through the air, and then slowly continued. Hope occasionallycovered her hands with his to guide her to the right notes, but shewas doing quite well by herself. As usual.

Themelody started out as asoft little tune that spoke of promises. It was something you couldlisten to for hours, he thought, because there was nothing about itthat commanded you to concentrate on every note.

Unlikewhat was coming next.

Hopetook a deep breath as he guided Lightning’s hands to the next keys.She tilted her head at his sharp intake of breath, but obedientlyplayed where he asked, the melody flowing into something else.

Thetune was unmistakable.

Dum,dum, da-dum…

Hewatched her the whole time, taking in how her brows furrowedslightly. Luckily, she didn’t seem annoyed – just more confusedthan anything. Even though he could just telltherewas a question at the tip of her tongue, she kept playing until thelast note faded andthere was a buzzing silence.

“Hope,”she said, turning her head in his direction. Somehow, she managed tostare directly into his eyes. “That was the wedding march, right?”

“Um.”He cleared his throat, glad that she couldn’t see him reach into hispocket. “Yes.”

“Why?Are we playing this at some wedding?”

“No.I mean, we won’tbe, because that’d be weird. I think. I don’t know.”

Shenarrowed her eyes. “What are you - ”

Herwords were cut off when he gently took her hand and placed an openbox in her palm. Carefully, he guided her other hand to feel the ringthere. It was different from a typical engagement ring – this onewas a platinum band molded into the shape of a rose with a smalldiamond in its center. Lightning didn’t wear much jewelry, but he’dwanted this to be completely unmistakable, so she’d never confuse itwith any other ring and could describe it by touch in an instant.

“Light,”he murmured when her eyes widened in realization. She knew exactlywhatthis ring was supposed to be. “Will you - ”

“Yes.”

“…”He blinked a couple of times. “What?”

“Youheard me.” She was smirking now, but the wonder in her expressionhadn’t faded. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

Thenerves that had been knotted in his stomach all morning finallyunraveled. “Maybe you should let me finish the question,” heteased.

“Areyou going to go down on one knee?”

“Idon’t need to. I’d rather see eye-to-eye with you.” She rolled hereyes at the bad joke, but that didn’t deter him from leaning in andbrushing his nose against hers. “Lightning Farron,” he murmured.“You make me the happiest I’ve ever been. I want to feel this wayforever with you.”

Sincehe already knew her answer, Hope gently took the box that was stillcurled in her hand and plucked the ring from it, carefully sliding itonto her ring finger. It sparkled there perfectly. “Will you marryme?”

Lightningflexed her fingers a few times, getting used to the feel of the ringthere. She touched it with her thumb, like she needed to make surethat it was real. He couldn’t blame her.

Eventhough he already knew her answer, the smile on her face spokevolumes. Still, he heard it again before she tilted her head andcarefully sought out his lips.

“Yes.”

[drycerealthief]

Talk It Out, Wash It Away

AO3 All My Fics - One nearly blinds himself with an aerosol, one's just blinded by a different kind of irritation.

Dan: “I’m very confident in my own abilities to get ready five minutes before we leave, and your problem is you… erm…you freak out a lot, so even though I know that we’ll definitely be on time when we’re both leaving for somewhere, err, maybe I can get ready earlier just so you don’t freak out as much about us maybe being late.”

(R1 #TalkItOut campaign, Oct 2013)

...To be fair though, Phil promised to stop eating his cereal in that same conversation, so...!!!!

He's not going to be the one who speaks first. He's just not.

He's too wound up, and he doesn't quite trust himself not to snap. Yet. And the last thing he wants is to cause a scene in the middle of the departure lounge. There'll be time enough for quiet apologies and talking things over on the flight. Which they have made it in time to catch, despite him having feared the worst and inwardly panicked at every red traffic light and rear brake light between home and the airport.

Anyway. They've made it. And since neither of them seemed to have had any interest in exploring the duty free or the other shops in the terminal, they've actually made it to the gate well before boarding starts.

Dan's been virtually silent since they left home. Apart from murmured responses to the staff at check-in and security, he's not uttered a sound, and instead of leading the way through the terminal, automatically stopping at their usual choices for snacks and wandering through the shops, he'd followed Phil through the terminal like a shadow, head down, clearly trying to avoid attracting any attention from any possible source. Which, whilst they generally avoided causing a scene, or being spotted whilst out and about, wasn't by any means normal behaviour from either of them.

Either Dan thinks he's still mad (he's not, anymore) or he's feeling guilty about once again leaving everything to the last minute. This was probably the most extreme example of that particular little quirk in his personality though. What normally was a minor niggle and would cause Phil to huff with mild exasperation had, today, led to yelling, and choice phrases Phil now felt guilty about, and had probably caused their neighbours to raise their eyebrows.

Like they hadn't heard worse in return. Still, Phil's not exactly proud of his behaviour earlier. And he will apologise. He was sensible enough to realise at the time that throwing a complete fit wasn’t helping the situation, but he was just too stressed and irritated to hold his tongue as Dan was rushing round the house like a tornado, with a car hopefully still waiting outside.

The final straw had been the loud crash sound emanating from the bathroom, accompanied by a muffled screech. Actually, it had probably been Dan’s reappearance in the bathroom doorway, (after Phil had called to ask if he was okay, worriedly heading down the stairs towards the bathroom) toothpaste visible in the corner of his mouth, and replied just a little too chirpily “one minute!” before slamming the door in his face. Definitely the moment he’d given up any scrap of patience remaining. He hadn’t stopped yelling… things… until Dan reopened the door, took a running leap past Phil up the stairs, ran along the hallway to his room, and reappeared seconds later dragging his own suitcase, backpack in his other hand. They were sat in the taxi pulling away from the house less than two minutes later, both panting from what would probably always be a record time getting downstairs and out of the house. And probably a little bit of panic, with, on Phil’s side, residual anger mixed in.

"Phil..?"

His head shoots up to face Dan before he's aware he's been spoken to. It's an instinctive reaction to the voice he's grown used to, heard practically every day for the past seven years.

Right now it sounds hesitant, worried. Confirmed by the expression on Dan's face, and the fact that he's still not quite making eye contact. Phil feels a pang of guilt erupt from somewhere between his chest and his stomach, because although he couldn’t remember what he’d said with any sort of clarity, he immediately suspects that Dan has taken it to heart by the way he’s looking right now. He needs to fix this, now. They can’t start the tour like this. No way.

"It's ok Dan. We're here, we made it on time, I'm not mad. I'm sorry about before I just... You know me. I'm sorry. We're ok, right?"

The words are hushed, just for them, even if they are surrounded by a crowd, and spoken quickly, to the beat of the monologue of "not here, not now notherenotnownotherenotnow please pleasepleaseplease" rattling through his mind as his gaze locks on the face of his boyfriend.

Dan's lips give the briefest twitch upwards as Phil apologises, before he swallows nervously and inhales shakily before replying quietly.

"We're fine. But... but I'm no-"

He doesn't let him finish. Can't. Won't.

  "No Dan, it's my fault. I was being an idiot earlier. I thought we were going to be late or the taxi would leave without us, but I was overreacting and I'm sorry. I am."

"Phil. It's not that. Even though it is my fault, and I'm sorry. But I..."

He trails off.

"I can't see."

Wait. What?!

  He's not sure if he said the words aloud, but either way Dan is continuing. Words spilling out in a rush, continuing to speed up until they're a match for the torrent of thoughts swirling around inside Phil’s head.

Something about deodorant. And everything suddenly slams into place in Phil's mind and oh. Oh bloody hell no. Not again.

He's done it again.

Wait. Now is not the time. Sort Dan first.

"Hey, hey. Dan. Stop a minute. There's toilets over there. Go rinse your eye out as much as you can. I'm... I'll think of what to do next while you're there. Don't worry, it's going to be okay."

He takes a steadying breath, then a second as he watches Dan weave his way to the entrance of the toilets, then unlocks his phone and opens the browser. “Aerosol in eye” only brings up warnings about not spraying the damn things in your eyes. Not helpful. After a couple more searches, it seems like the best course of action is to rinse out the affected area with saline solution. He takes a moment to curse the regulations about hand luggage, and the fact he’s packed all his contact lens stuff in his hold baggage, and elected to travel with just his glasses, but reassures himself that tap water probably won’t do any harm. Still. It’s worth trying to get a bit more information, just in case, if Dan isn’t right when he comes back. He can’t believe this is happening again. He was still kicking himself over not realising how sick Dan was towards the end of the USA tour, and afterwards, trying to talk him out of going to the doctor, stupidly assuming it was nothing worse than their normal dose of Vidcon / Meetup plague. Especially if he lets himself think back to how caring and attentive Dan was when he got sick at the beginning of the tour… “No.” He thinks. “Comparing the two isn’t helping. But I am going to fix this.” And Dan is not getting on that plane if he’s not okay. He stands up and makes his way over to the toilets, just in time to nearly collide with Dan as he emerges from the doorway. One look at his face tells him he’s not okay. Not at all. Without even thinking, he takes hold of his arm and leads him over to a quieter area of the lounge and sits him down. Dials 111 on his phone, hits call and presses it into Dan’s hand with an encouraging smile. Takes hold of Dan’s free hand and gives it a squeeze (though truth be told, he’s not sure which one of them it’s to reassure) as he listens to Dan’s side of the call, scanning the area for the appearance of the airport or airline staff, as he’s fairly certain at this point they may be heading to A&E this evening, not Hong Kong. Not that that’s at all important – they’ve got days before they need to be in Perth for the first show, so what if they have to cancel or cut short their layover in the city. They can always explore the place on their way home. Just as he’s resigned himself to an evening of uncomfortable hospital waiting room seating, worry, and rearranging travel plans, he spots a familiar blue and white sign a little way down the row of shops lining one side of the lounge. He nudges Dan’s shoulder and points to it. Seconds later they’re up and hurrying towards the store, Dan having pretty much hung up on the NHS advice line mid-sentence. Once inside the shop, they raid the shelves for anything even vaguely eye-related, pay at the till, and hurry back towards an empty row of seats. “Lie down” he instructs Dan, whilst ripping open the packaging of a bottle of saline solution, praying to any deities who might be taking an interest that something in this bag will work. He tilts Dan’s face so that the liquid will run towards the outer corner of his eye, then starts squeezing drop after drop carefully as Dan blinks repeatedly. He soon realises that it’s not just the eye he’s rinsing that’s filling with liquid, as Dan stares straight at him, biting his lip to try and prevent it quivering. He pauses for a second, brushes his fingers through the brown fringe and pushes it back a bit further before trailing his fingers down the side of his face as he whispers comforting nonsense to his boyfriend in a soothing voice. By the time the small bottle is empty, he can see to his relief that the eye looks less red – they both do. He picks out another package of “soothing” eye drops and squeezes a couple of drops into Dan’s eye before helping him sit up on the bench. Doesn’t resist the urge to quickly envelop Dan’s frame in a quick hug as he murmurs “Better?” into his ear before squeezing him tightly and drawing back, receiving a nod and a small smile in return. They grab their bags, and head back towards their gate in time to join the back of the queue for boarding the plane. Even though they’ve just been stopped by a subscriber for a quick chat and a selfie, they’re pressed close together with Phil’s hand on the small of Dan’s back until they’re sat in their seats. Privacy and secrecy be damned. Sometimes. He flops down into his seat with a sigh of relief, and looks across to Dan, who is opening a small box that looks like it’s been kicked from one side of the airport to the other. “Dan, surely you can’t…” He trails off as Dan looks up with mixed expression of embarrassment and determination. “Phil. I. Am. Eating. This. Muffin.” They stare at each other in silence for a good three seconds. Phil cracks first, letting loose a giggle as he waves his hand in good-humoured dismissal and turns away as Dan scoops a pinch of smushed-up cake crumbs into his mouth with a satisfied grin. They’re just fine. Everything’s fine.