#ask wolfie!

[wolfythewitch]

wait so someone hacked ur account, sold it so someone, but that someone doesnt have access to the account??? and the person who hacked it is posting the porn bot things? or is it the person ur talking with...

someone hacked my account and then sold it to a different person. that person is now (allegedly) planning to make up the money they spent on my account by posting porn tweets, and once they do they're going to give me back my account (allegedly)

[drlessy]

if you’re still taking those drawing requests, could we get the scene from or fairly hyrule & wild fic, where wild is half asleep petting wolfie? or maybe where wild and four hug on twi’s hands?

they are so 🤏🤏🤏

my fanfic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54843568 :3

[starrysorry]

mind if i join in on the WIP game?

“Wolfie eats his greens” intrigued me.

(also i <3 ur art)

I don't mind at all! Thank you for the ask and I am so happy you enjoy my art!

'Wolfie eats his greens' is a WIP of Wolfie dragging Green by his hood because Green is being extra stubborn about something. I can't remember what he is being stubborn over off the top of my head, but by gosh is he being stubborn about it.

[friccafracc]

Please hug him (threat)

pov u receive the soggiest, sandiest hug in the world but dude is ur bestie so its ok

[pastlivesxpastlie]

!!!!

Ask game:

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Sigh. Bestfriend!Vessel my beloved… He just got back home from tour, you offer him some help to, ehm, „relax”, which turns into lazy couch sex that then turns into him confessing his love to you while cumming deep inside you… Sorry, I am that bitch unfortunately 💔 (also if you end up taking this request f!reader is preferable but gn is fine too :3 (<- or whichever you're most comfy with, I mean this is your writing after all lol))

Hello that bitch, I am too tbh. Not super lazy, but it's cozy

bff!vessel x f!reader ❣️

friends to lovers, smut with feelings, couch sex, love confessions

♡♡♡♡♡♡

With the tour at an end, most would think Vessel wanted to spend his first night back in his own home, but no. He wanted to be with his best friend. You couldn’t believe it when he knocked on your door completely unannounced, and he could have died when you jumped into his arms. 

“I hope it’s ok I’m here…” he murmurs.

“What?!” You brush his hair back a bit. “You’re always welcome here. You know that…never have to ask.”

He looks tired and jet lagged, you’re surprised he’s still awake. But he insists that he wants to stay up and watch something with you (and hopefully have a snack. Please PLEASE offer him a snack). Despite being worn out, Vessel still keeps his stick straight posture as he sits on the couch, his core engaged and hands stiffly in his lap. You nudge him, but he just nudges you back. Little shit. It becomes a little slap fight until he topples into your lap, calling you a wanker. But something stops you both from playing anymore. There’s a pause…barely a second of silence…and you feel like you’re about to kiss; it’s over as soon as it started. “Why did you nudge me?” Vessel whispers. You shake your head like you’re coming out of a daze.

“Oh, uhm, I was going to say you should stretch out. I can sit over there,” you nod to the chair, but Vessel shakes his head “no” without hesitation. And that’s how you ended up spooning on the couch, watching something inconsequential on TV. You feel safe in his arms…against his chest, the sound of his breathing and occasional chuckle comforting you. God, you missed him while he was gone, so much so that you found yourself jealous of everyone who got those parts of him while he was on the road. What was left for you when he got back? But that thought threatens to turn ugly—just be glad he’s here and makes time for you. You curl closer to him in an attempt to quell those thoughts when you feel him move behind you. Oh… was that… “Ves? Oh my god! Surely you got enough on the road,” you tease. 

He tries to squirm back. “I’M SORRY! IT’S A NATURAL REACTION,” he pleads. “And for your information, no I didn’t—“

“Oh you didn’t get enough? Pooooor you!” 

“NO! You cheeky thing. I was going to say before you interrupted me that I was too busy working to “get” anything. I’m a professional.”

You feel a little bad for saying that, hoping he didn’t think you thought poorly of him. “Sorry, Ves…I was kidding.”

“I know.” There’s that pause again. But it’s long this time. Is his grip tightening? And…there’s that thump against your lower back again. “Can’t just do that with anyone. Need to be…comfortable first.” He nuzzles into the back of your neck and groans softly…the epitome of “comfortable.”

“I…I get that. Comfortable or uhm…being comfortable first is really important…not just for me I mean everyone probably…” you feel that thump again but this time it’s pressed close to you. 

“Are you…comfortable,” Vessel asks 

You roll over to face him and take in that one final second before everything changes. “Quiet. And you?” A breath. Your lips meet so tenderly it’s almost painful, the only thing soothing the ache is Vessel’s wide hand cupping the side of your face. It’s not surprising that he’s a good kisser, but you just can’t believe how natural it feels to kiss him. Your hand wanders under his shirt and traces the ridges of his muscles. Ves pulls back and whimpers against your lips…how are you supposed to resist that?

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps. Your blood runs hot as his kisses trail down your jaw to the crook of your neck. “You wearing the perfume I got you for your birthday?” It’s a rhetorical question. He knows it is because he imagined what you’d smell like wearing it and nothing else for him. The way your core clenches and aches for him when he breathes in your scent scares you a little because you never thought you’d act on these feelings…but here you are letting him lift up your shirt and explore wherever he wants with his mouth. His soft kisses make your back arch, which presses your tits into his face even more much to his pleasure. “So soft for me…” he whispers before taking your nipple in his mouth. You moan and clamp your thighs together, desperate for any kind of attention down there. Ves chuckles and moans as you squirm from his affection. “You like that?”

“Yes…yes…don’t stop.”

“This is all you want?” God he’s so gentle, even when he bites at the fullest part of your breast. “Just want me to play with these all night,” he teases, “I can do…so much for you.” Vessel’s hand cups your pussy through your shorts, his fingers tremble. “May I?” You nod softly and bite your lip, watching him sit up to take off his shirt. “Get undressed for me.” 

Now it’s Vessel’s turn to bite his lip and let his eyes go hazy. Watching you strip for him because you’re so comfy with him is the stuff of his naughty little fantasies. Oh how he’s longed for you even when you’re close enough to touch. He moves you to lay back on your side again and gently caresses your slit when you’re spread open for him. He’s already pulled off his sweats, and you’re trying to grind down towards him but the way he holds your leg aloft against his chest keeps you in place. Needy. Grinding nothing, begging for your best friend’s cock. Vessel sees this and chuckles softly.

“You good? Ready?” He whispers as he timidly presses the head of his cock against your entrance. 

“Fuck…please…” 

Ves plants a foot on the floor and presses into you. You both moan together. His whimpers and your gasps sound absolutely sinful as he pumps you. The feeling of fullness is so sweet but he doesn’t want to stop there. When Vessel bottoms out, he presses into you just the tiniest bit more, letting the weight and heat of us pubic bone rest against you. He breathes hard, looking down at you in awe, and starting fucking you. He growls and grabs at your thigh, your tummy. Any soft yummy part he can grab. Your back arches out of desperation. You want to move. To fuck him back. But his wide hands keep you still…his perfect doll. “Look at you…so perfect…split on my cock…taking it so good. So tight and pretty…aren’t you?” he pants. But you can only whimper in response, which makes him smile. A genuine, sweet smile…the one you fell in love with. His hand finds your chin and keeps you looking at him as he slows down. “Hey…do you know…what a sweetheart you are? My sweetheart.” He thrusts harder. “My only sweetheart.” He shudders and moans pathetically. He can’t go slow anymore. The only thing he can do is chase both of your climaxes with hard, steady thrusts. “I love you….fuck…d-do you know that? I love you.” he groans out as he cups your face. “Just you…it’s….ffffuuuuccccckkkk” he can hardly hang on… “it’s always you.”And then you whisper what he’s been dying to hear for years.. 

“Ves…mm…I love you…I love you so much.”

The way you pant between your words and give yourself over to him gives him a jolt. “Where may I cum? Please…please I just want to cum for you.” Your hands find his, one on your face, the other still propping up your thigh.”

“Cum in your sweetheart.”

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Prompt: Either Time and Malon have announced they're having a baby or Malon has just had a baby and they're introducing them to the chain when Time finds some big insecurities from one of his boys he doesn't expect; Wild. Thing is, Time (and to an extent Malon as well) is the only parental figure he knows. Any memories of his parents are long gone along with any record of who they might have been so Time acting in a familial manner means a lot to Wild. But he's worried now that the man is an -actual- father that it means he'll be withdrawing that affection from the chain (himself, really) in favor of focusing on his child. Time goes above and beyond to prove him wrong.

Sky glared grumpily at the postman as he delivered mail to everyone. Legend snickered and elbowed his friend, making the usually cheery knight even more sour.

“Chin up, Sky,” Wild chuckled. “Nobody can outrun that guy from what I can figure. At least that’s what the old man says.”

Time didn’t even flinch at his mention. It wasn’t new - he tended to tune out the younger ones what they got rambunctious. But something about the intensity of which he was looking at his letter from Malon caught Wild’s attention.

“Everything okay?” Twilight asked, also picking up on it.

Time glanced at Twilight, eye fixed on the younger man, then back at the letter. Then he closed both eyes and smiled.

“It’s fine,” he said quietly, folding the letter.

“That looks like more than fine,” Warriors noted, wiggling his eyebrows. “What are you hiding, old man?”

“Is Miss Malon okay?” Wind asked, poking his head over Warriors’ shoulder, having been sitting on the ground behind the captain, who had plopped on a stump.

“She’s fine,” Time replied warmly. Then he sighed a little, gentle cheer dashed by a cool, worried gaze.

“That wasn’t very convincing,” Four whispered to Twilight.

Time glanced around at the group, now that everyone had honed in on him. Then he seemed to come to a decision, huffing a little and saying, “Since none of you seem to know how to mind your business, then I’ll tell you.”

Warriors scoffed, “I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of minding my own business until gossip is involved.”

Hyrule laughed. “It’s pretty funny listening to people’s drama in town, honestly. But I hope there isn’t drama in your house, old man.”

“There isn’t,” Time assured him. “But there will be someone new living there.”

“Is it that Ingo guy you got mad about?” Sky asked, tilting his head to the side.

Time outright laughed. “No, Sky. No. It’s… Malon’s pregnant.”

The group went silent for a long while before it burst into excited chatter. Warriors was the first to congratulate Time, with Sky coming shortly after, followed by Four and then everyone else in quick succession. Wind excitedly asked about baby names, Sky interrogated him about what course this journey might take now, if they should find a way to return to Lon Lon Ranch—

That was probably the point that Wild felt his stomach twist into knots.

He didn’t quite know what was wrong, at first. He congratulated the old man alongside everyone else. This was a great occasion, after all. But Sky mentioning how maybe Time would want to visit Malon really made Wild realize…

Was he going to leave the group now?

Wild… didn’t want him to leave.

It wasn’t that he was particularly close to Time, more so than the others. Wild was closest to Twilight, after all. But… something about the eldest Link was… comforting. Guiding. Wild couldn’t put words to it, except that… it reminded him of… he didn’t know. He just… he couldn’t remember anything. He didn’t know anything. But the Hero of Time became a staple in his life the last few weeks, a father figure of sorts (and he knew he wasn’t alone in this—the worried disappointment that Wind was trying to hide, the way Legend suddenly became aloof as if already distancing his heart from the matter, the way Sky took four steps away from their leader after running up to him to congratulate him—these were all indications of the same sentiment) when Wild could hardly remember any family at all… and he… was going to lose him too.

He supposed the only true constant in his life was Zelda.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know this journey would come to an end, but he hadn’t expected their group to lessen during the journey. It had been horrifying when Twilight had almost died - now Time was going to just leave them? Leave him?

Wild found he couldn’t speak after his initial words of cheer for the old man, and he started to slink away into the woods. He wandered aimlessly, shivering a little, feeling far more alone than he had in a while. He tried to cheer himself up with some kind of logical argument—even if he does leave, you still have the others, you have your brothers, you have Twilight—but none of it quite filled the hole that was quickly forming.

At least this time he’d have a chance to say goodbye.

Wild eventually made his way back to the camp just in time - Warriors had been readying to search for him, and he didn’t want to cause such a fuss. He avoided Time for the rest of the night, settling in to take first watch as everyone else went to bed.

He hadn’t expected Time to sit beside him.

“Something’s bothering you,” Time said. It wasn’t a question, but it was held in the air like an invitation.

Wild sighed. “I… wouldn’t worry about it. We’ll find a way to get you home, old man. Wouldn’t want you to miss your actual family.”

There was a period of silence, only interrupted by the crackling of the fire. Wild felt a strange ache in his chest, a longing for someone he could no longer remember. He shriveled into himself a little, shoulders slumping, letting time pass by as he looked into the flames.

“Link… I’m not going home.”

Wild didn’t register the words for a moment, still lost in his own mind and thoughts, before he blinked and glanced over at the older hero. “Wait, what?”

“My place is here,” Time explained quietly, almost what seemed gently. “I would never abandon all of you like that. I love Malon dearly, but she isn’t my only family.”

Wild wasn’t sure what to say to any of this, but the hope in his heart couldn’t be ignored, and he burst out, “You’re not leaving us?”

There was something about Time’s expression that Wild couldn’t quite read. The older hero’s eyebrows seemed to relax from their previously stern position, face softening, eye looking Wild over. “No, young one. I’m not leaving. What we will do, though, is turn back towards the town. I want to write to her. I want all of us to write to her. We’ll have to keep tabs on how she’s doing far more often.”

“Why all of us?” Wild asked.

Time reached forward, messing with the teenager’s hair as he smiled. “If I’ve had to parent all of you, then you’re certainly earning the right and responsibility to ensure your new little sister is alright.”

Wild yelped a little at the gesture before laughing a little, swatting Time away. “Sister, eh? You think it’s a girl?”

“Goddess, I hope so. I have enough boys to take care of.”

Wild’s laugh nearly woke the entire group at that remark. When he’d settled, Time smiled at him, laying a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was reassuring, a physical representation on the promise that Time hadn’t spoken. He didn’t need to. What he’d said was enough.

The ache in Wild’s chest didn’t squeeze quite so hard. But he yearned for the contact, and so he leaned forward a little, just a little, just enough to be perceived without invading the man’s space. Time understood the motion for what it was, and he smiled a little more, pulling Wild into a hug. For the briefest moment the champion felt a little silly or embarrassed at the vulnerability he’d just shown, and then he decided he didn’t care - if he truly viewed Time as a father figure then he should be comfortable showing such insecurity around him. He’d done as much with Twilight.

Twilight. Time’s descendant. Between being viewed as a brother by Twi and a son by Time, Wild actually… he really…

He let out a shuddering breath, and Time’s hand swept up and down his back slowly.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Wild actually felt like he belonged in a group, in a team, in a family. He could imagine the Champions smiling at him, and the tears finally did fall.

[houseofheroesau]

I humbly request Wolfe gets hugs to make up for the previous post. He deserves it.

I gave him a blanket

Character @ House of Heroes

[fever-project]

Doodle request? How about Legend searching for his missing hat?

Added Wolfie as the hat stealer :) I can’t draw animals :)

[twilight-linkess]

First and foremost, love your art, keep arting

As for the request, I would love to see Four and Twi bond in some way, i just love them (sorry if it's too vague)

Thank you! I shall keep arting

And not too vague at all! Just gave me a chance to finally draw out a couple of ideas I've had floating around for a while for such a wonderful underrated duo.

[wolfythewitch]

How do you feel about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints? because every queer Mormon I know is obsessed with you

Oh well I'm glad they like my art! However I don't really hold any opinions for other religious sects? My main throughline is if it's a cult or you know. actively harmful. I don't fw it

[drlessy]

LU art requests you say? How bout just some Wild and Twilight being bros? Their relationship gives me LIFE!!!!!

they're so good, yes.

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

Just wanted to say, your Lu art inspires me everyday!

You’re so sweet! Thank you! I saw that you’d asked for Twilight fluff and this isn’t quite that but I hope it helps carry you through the end of the semester!

^Wild thinks maybe Wolfie has been hanging out with Time too much 🤔

[st-hedge]

*flops some papers onto the table* I made myself very sad thinking about how onikage comes to Gyoubu when he falls and then I kept thinking what would happen if onikage didn’t disappear into ash

[dragkbluire]

May I suggest wolfie? I do love your art style :3

Here's your Wolfie :D I had so much fun doing it (I even may have extended xd). But here it is xd Also thank you for liking my art style and my art in general. Thank you so much!!!

I always had the headcanon that Wolfie (and Twilight) looks like he is always angry but no, he is neutral or even happy but he looks like >:l

Also I imagined Midna making fun of him because the moment he met Wild he automatically became a big bro.

I tried doing it like you draw animals (I swear they look so wild but beautiful and kdhcsjcsdhjdfbvbfdv)

I always wondered, why Wolfie has green fur? xd

And here's the version without color.

[pastlivesxpastlie]

There's not enough ii/iii/f!reader for me. I need more. 🥹 Can I get a ii/iii/f!reader fic where she asks to watch them together as a birthday present but they invite her to join when she does? Love the idea that ii/iii have a switch dynamic and reader gets to watch one dominate the other but then gets the other side for herself.

You’ll be getting a bill from a neurologist because this broke my brain🫶 @adenobabe @inv3ga imagine me mushing your boys together like Ken dolls.

Ahem…*mic feedback*

Switch!Brat!iii x Switch!ii x Soft!FemDom!Reader

Your birthday was this weekend and you were feeling restless. You made some lowkey plans but when your besties, ii and iii, (The Boyfriends™️ as you called them) asked what you wanted for your birthday, something snapped in your mind.

You: Ok. I know what I want 👉🏻👈🏻 remember that little offer you two had made?

In your mind you still heard III’s slurred words one night as you both eyed II across the pub: “If you think he looks good now, imagine him on top of me. Bet you’d like that…watching your two friends fuck, hm? Little freak.” At the time you laughed it off. III was such a kidder and knew not what he did when he was drunk, so what does it hurt to play along?

“Oh, can’t even imagine what you two get up to,” you purr, but the sarcasm saturates your words.

“What shit are you two talking now?” II appeared behind you silently, thus sandwiching you between him and III. The bassist loomed over both of you yet II’s piercing blue eyes was what kept both of you in place. Lifting your chin, II appraised your cheeks. “III, babes, what were you saying to her?”

“That she should watch sometime,” III responded, sounding stone-cold sober. Maybe he was lucid when he whispered those filthy things. II nodded and shrugged as if to say, ‘she should. Why shouldn’t she?’ The only thing you could do was burst into a nervous laugh which caused the boys to laugh, too; the proposition long forgotten. Or unspoken at least. But you didn’t forget. That was three months ago, allowing you 90 some odd days of the fantasy evolving in your head from something simple such as watching II go down on III to being made to touch yourself while one fucked the other. You could never decide who you liked getting fucked more in your fantasy. There was something obvious about III taking II but that didn’t make it less exciting. The thought of II fucking III made you giggle at first, thinking of iii’s legs all lanky around ii’s little waist, but soon it intrigued you…imagining II claiming III. You felt ashamed for thinking about it even though it wasn’t your original idea…the two of them literally offered themselves to you…you were allowed to enjoy the thought. And more than that…you were allowed to ask for it.

ii: are you sure that’s what you want?

iii: that doesn’t mean “no,” btw, dove.

iii: just means we want to know if we should book a room or not 😈

ii: stop double texting and give her second

iii:🖕

You: I’m sure. Saturday night.

ii: one more thing. If you’re up to it, we want you to join. No pressure, honestly. Even if you change your mind day of, yeah?

All week your mind was on its own little hellish rollercoaster. One minute was “yes! I WILL fuck my best friends!” The next was “no. I will watch respectfully.” And sometimes, but not too often, it was “I should call it off. I should be in horny jail.” But when Saturday night came and you instinctively pulled out your little red dress, you knew your mind was made up. And the boys knew it, too.

When you met up with them in the hotel bar, the energy crackled. There was a giddiness about the three of you, and you found yourself being more openly affectionate with them. It started out innocent enough. Pushing iii’s hair behind his ear mindlessly, resting your hand on ii’s arm when you asked him something—all innocent fun. Until of course they asked if you could tie a cherry stem with your tongue.

“Obviously I can. Watch and learn,” you teased. II leaned forward on the table letting his chin rest in his hand, watching intently, while iii crossed his arms.

“What are you even doing?” III laughed, asking what everyone was thinking. This was so much harder than you remembered. “Such a liar.”

“I dunno…it’s kind of hot. Persistent little thing,” II said not taking his eyes off you. You spit out the cherry stem, not even bent much less tied. A rosy blush covers your face as you giggle at yourself. “Look at her,” ii teases as he scoots near you, “she’s a mess. Aren’t you?” You lean into him as you laugh a little too loud. Suddenly iii looks serious.

“Doll. Before you get too faded…”

You instantly straighten up but shudder because II runs his fingertips across your shoulder blades. “What’s up?”

“Are you joining us tonight…or just spectating?”

This sobered you up instantly. You nearly forgot about the end goal here, watching them together or actually joining them. You took a deep breath and looked at them both for a second as you considered your options for the last time. Finally, you nodded slowly.

“Alright,” a wide smile broke across iii’s face, “shall we?”

Moments later, you were being pushed into the empty elevator with them. II made sure no one else was approaching as iii pressed you into the wall opposite the doors. His wide palm thumped beside your head on the wall, trapping you. You didn’t want to be completely passive tonight. You could just stand there and let him toy as he pleases, but it’s your birthday, and he’s a part of your gift. You lean up and gently tease his lips with your tongue. As he lets out an amused huff, he pulls your face forward in a rough kiss. II hums contentedly as he leans against the wall, just watching. III nibbles and pulls your bottom lip just a bit as he breaks the kiss. “That’s a good girl,” he laughs softly. Suddenly he flings you into ii, who captures your lips with a patient intensity. III’s kiss excited you, but ii’s seduced you. When the lift got to your floor, ii’s pulled away, wiping his mouth and looking you up and down.

“You’re trouble.”

You look back at III as he gently guides you to the room. “Is that a good thing for you two…trouble?”

III rolls his eyes and laughs dryly. “I’m always trouble with him, love,” he says as you enter the room. Seeing the soft lighting and comfy king sized bed helps you get in the mood but it also serves as a reality check. You are here! With your besties! And it becomes even more real when…oh shit.

“You’ve got such a mouth on you,” ii growls as he pulls iii to the bed. “Definition of trouble.” II climbs on top of iii to kiss and suck at his neck. III moans softly as ii marks him, but he reaches out his hand to you. He wants to lay beside him. That’s when you realize you’re staring. Gawping. You slip out of your shoes and slot beside iii with his arm wrapped around you. His hazy eyes wander to yours.

“Come here, good girl.” He whispers. III pulls you to him and your lips meet again. You don’t know what to do with your hands but you remind yourself that this is your gift. Make the most of it. Your hand drifts from iii’s chest to ii’s hair. The urge to stir the pot is too strong. You pull at ii’s hair and wrench him from the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. III breaths out a little “fuck” as you and II make out right above his face. II licks your bottom lip playfully and nudges your noses together.

“Let me take care of him and then I’m all yours, love.”

Loud and clear. III let’s go of you to sit up and take off his shirt; ii follows suit, still in iii’s lap. Their kisses are rough, needy, as if they don’t do this whenever they want. II grinds into iii’s lap and moans. “Fuck yeah…fuck…bite me,” ii murmurs as iii licks a long stripe up his neck. This is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and they’re not even naked yet. “Lay back and take your pants off, handsome,” ii whispers. You bite your lip as iii lays back to shuffle out his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. You’re desperate to touch it, to have it in your mouth, but ii beats you to it. He drags his fingertips up the underside of iii’s cock teasingly, relishing in the way he squirms beneath him. “What’s wrong? Squirming away from me?”

“Fuck just stroke it…”

“That’s an idea.”

“You want to…come on just…” iii swipes a hand down his face and grabs for ii’s hand, but it’s slapped aside.

“Hands behind your back. Now.”

III huffs and groans. “Yeah…yeah alright. Fine.” He lifts his core and folds his forearms under his back.

“Looks you have a good boy, ii,” you murmur, finally finding your confidence. II’s smirk makes you want to kiss it right off of him. Finally he starts jerking iii’s cock while staring through you. You’re under his spell, basically eye-fucking him. III is whimpering and moaning pathetically; the only attention he’s getting is ii jerking him off and he keeps looking at you…begging for anything with his blue puppy eyes.

“Babe…babe…take that pretty dres-“

“Don’t tell her what to do,” ii snaps, “it’s her birthday…have some respect.”

III chuckles breathlessly through his moans as ii slows his strokes. “Sorry. Sorry, pretty.” But there’s no love lost, you’re entertained by their dynamic. You roll closer and pepper little kisses on cheek.

“Didn’t take you for a sub, iii,” you whisper. He shrugs as ii takes a little break to fetch something from his overnight bag.

III moves his face to kiss you softly, his cock twitching when you run your hands down his stomach. “I can be…but so can he,” he whispers back, referencing ii. “Switchy, like me.”

Your jaw drops, and a shocked laugh fills the room. “II? Really, hun? You like being thrown around a little…told what to do?”

“He so does. Honestly, one time…with IVy of all peop-“ but iii doesn’t get to finish. II puts his hand over iii’s mouth, muffling his mischievous snicker.

“Runs his mouth too much. Love, show me how you’d shut him up,” ii says with a cocked eyebrow.

You take your cue to slip off the bed and undress. They both watch you in reverence. If iii didn’t have his brat mouth covered, it would have been agape. “II,” you purr, “take your hand off my seat.” II moves his hand, and iii exclaims ‘oh fuck yes,’ as you straddle his face. Since his arms are still tucked behind him, you press your desperate pussy to his mouth. Your palms press into his tummy as he laps at your clit. You can’t help the slutty noises he’s pulling from you. II has slipped out of his clothes and positions himself between iii’s legs. He’s brought a small bottle of lube with him. “Are…are you gonna fuck him,” you ask…or at least try. It’s hard when you’ve got a tongue prying at your slit and two hard throbbing cocks before you.

II squirts the liquid in his palm and pumps iii with a renewed lust. “Hah…no, no. This cock is yours first.” Poor iii doesn’t last long with your pussy gushing against his lips and ii’s deft touches. Your eyes roll back as iii moans into your pussy. “Alright, love, hop off.” You roll off and watch as the two of team meet in a hot, passionate kiss. III undoubtedly stiff arms wrap around ii and hold him like he’s the most precious thing.

“Taste her on me, babe?” iii whispers against ii’s mouth. II nods with a dumb little smile and playfully licks at iii’s mustache. “Alright…hopping in the shower.”

“Aw…but…” you pout.

“I’ll be back, doll. Don’t worry.” III chuckles as he saunters into the bathroom, leaving you and ii on the bed. As if it has to be a secret, you both sit silently until you hear the shower run. II is immediately on you, groping your tummy and breasts as he kisses at your neck. Your eyes roll back as breathy pants leave your lips. Your chest heaves as his mouth greedily works down to your breasts.

“Be a good boy for me…hm?” Your finger gently tilts his chin up. “C’mere…” He’s a goner as your lips rub up against his. They’re so puffy from kissing iii. “You’ve been good haven’t you…waiting your turn…haven’t even touched yourself.”

“Heh, stop,” he saying looking away with the sweetest blush. “Where’d this Mommy act come from, hm?” He peppers your cheek with kisses as he whispers.

“It’s not an act,” you whisper as you adjust his cock to slide in. III got you beyond wet enough for ii, so only a gentle nudge was needed for him to go in fully. II’s head falls forward with a low groan. “Let me see you…” your hand now rests firmly under his jaw, wrapped around his neck. He grins like any subby good boy would when your fingers flex. “There he is…eyes on me…” His eyes are dreamy and hazy as they flutter shut or roll back as his cock twitches inside of you. You squirm a little just to get comfy and enjoy teasing him as your bodies writhe against one another.

“Please,” he whimpers. He’s getting impatient.

“You want to cum so soon?” You question mocking pout.

“I…fuck…I can cum again later. Just please….”

His sweet puppy eyes glisten as he bites his lip, practically whining. His adam’s apple bobs against your palm but he doesn’t break. “Show me how happy this makes you…” He shudders and slowly thrusts. His body wants to slump forward but your grip holds him steady. “You want to cum before he gets back in here? Hm?” II nods quickly and squeezes his eyes shut, the overall excitement from the night and your tight softness overstimulating him. “Heh yeah…just for me and my good boy…I’m going to let go of you now—“

“No please…please keep it there…feels so good…so good for you…” he begs. “Just a little harder…” When you squeeze a little harder, a fire lights in II. He fucks you fast and rough trying to play this little game where you have to finish before iii comes out. His lips form a little pout, dying for a kiss. You can’t resist that. Instead of letting him move, you lean up and capture his lips. He moans against your mouth as the first kiss makes him lose it. You move your hand to let him breathe as he cries out against your chest.

II is still nestled against your chest, and in your pussy, when iii comes out of the steamy bathroom…already rock hard again. “Alright, loves…who’s next?”