#but yes we have the naked mischief cat

[victorluvsalice]

We have hit Fall Saturday in the Chill Save, which is getting to be the most ironic name for this save ever. XD I mean, to be fair, it STARTED as me just playing my original Victor/Alice Sims pair from my first Sims 4 save in a very chill manner, but now...well. XD You’re well aware of the chaos that follows this family. And now things are even MORE chaotic, because the trio now has official pets! Specifically, they have Shadow, a female Foxhound who is Jumpy, Adventurous, and Playful, and Kelly, a female mixed-breed cat (judging by her looks, those mixed breeds include Sphinx -- she nakey -- and Manx -- she no has tail) who is a Free Spirit, Mischievous, and Frisky. So, how did their first day as part of the family go?

Well, after going into CAS to figure out their breeds and give them collars (and some cute sweaters you’ll see in a later update), Shadow went and took a nap in the kitchen while Kelly promptly scurried out to the coop to start eating all the chicken feed. XD Smiler took it upon themselves to scold her for this, as Victor was busy making eco-upgrade parts (and NOT being attacked by the fabrication machine this time, hooray) and Alice was having breakfast. Kelly seemed unimpressed by their attempts to get her to behave, so Smiler switched tactics and offered their friendship instead, letting Kelly get to know them and entertaining her with a laser pointer to keep her away from the chickens.

And then Shadow showed up and promptly started playing in the feed pile. XD Necessitating MORE scoldings. Fortunately, by this point Victor was done with his parts-making, so he was able to take Shadow away to give her a bath, which she desperately needed. Dog was still stinking a bit from being sprayed by a skunk, after all! Sure, he got splashed afterward, and had to stop Shadow from drinking the resultant puddle, but at least now she was clean!

And what was Alice doing during all of this? Why, getting her werewolf on and indulging in some zoomies to keep the Fury down. XD To be fair, though, that’s pretty damn important for a werewolf, so I think we can forgive her for not helping immediately with the new furry friends. Let’s not subject the poor jumpy dog to a rampage if we don’t have to, okay?

[lucienarcheron]

elain walks into the kitchen after a long day out in the garden only to find lucien with his hair tied back, hands covered in flour, and wearing nothing but an apron on. in your humble opinion, what shenanigans go down in that kitchen after?

It goes a little something like this :)

"Lucien, do you know if — oh."

Almost immediately, Elain's whole body flushed at the sight before her. Her husband—mate didn't even look up from where he stood in their kitchen, hair tied back and covered in flour. Elain honestly wasn't sure where to look.

At the way the sunset filtered through the window giving him a lovely glow with all that skin on display. Or at his sharp jawline. His broad shoulders. His toned arms.

Or at the flour that seemed to carefully cover him in places it usually never did.

At her silence, Lucien's lips seemed to twitch but he continued wiping the flour from his hands then wiped down the island in front of him and Elain had to swallow, watching him.

She always did like his hands and the things they could do.

"Cat got your tongue, dove?" he teased, the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Are you naked?" she blurted and if possible, her flush deepened.

Lucien made a noncommital noise and finally glanced up at her, mischief in his eyes. "I don't know. Am I ?"

"You're naked. In my kitchen."

"Are you sure?" he asked and grinned as Elain's cheeks heated, knowing her scent change had already filtered through the room. "I thought this was our kitchen?"

"Yes, but I'm almost positive you are wearing nothing beneath my apron."

"I don't know. Why don't you come over here and find out?" he said, his voice a seductive caress that seemed to skate over her skin and Elain fought a shudder.

Years had passed and still, his effect on her never changed.

Elain bit her lip knowing that resisting him had always been pointless. She never won, she craved him too deeply. But they could play a little...they both knew where this was going.

"But the kitchen is a sacred space. We talked about this." she said, attempting to scold him as she walked closer to him, leaning against the kitchen island between them. Lucien's grin only turned wolfish.

"You know where else is sacred space, Elain?" he asked and Elain fought back a laugh.

"I could only guess what you'll say, harlot husband of mine."

He gave her a wink and then said, "The least you can do is give your husband a treat after waiting for you to come back." Elain couldn't help her eye roll as he added, "I've been waiting to kneel at the altar of your sacred space all day, dove."

"Is that so?" she asked.

"Indeed." he said and finally tossed the rag to the side. "I need to pay my dues and have thought of nothing else but how I can give my respects."

"And how do you plan to do that?" she asked a tad breathlessly and Lucien's grin was rakish.

"Strip off that dress and lay here for me, I'll show you exactly what I mean."

"Lucien —"

"It'll be a test against time to see how many times you get a treat before the bread I baked for you is finished," he said with a raised brow.

Elain bit back a grin, her hands already pulling down the straps of her dress. "And what if I want to give you a treat?"

"Oh little dove," he said and leaned against the counter to cup her face and leave a bruising kiss that left Elain breathless. "Your scared space filled with my cock and dripping my come is the best treat I could ever ask for."

[notroosterbradshaw]

The Relationship Experience - five

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

four.

Things continued well for the next month weeks or so. Rooster would come to your place most nights straight from work, domesticity at its finest. You’d cook, watch tv, tease each other unmercifully and you’d fuck until you fell asleep, wrapped up together until he snuck out quietly the next morning. You continued playing the same cat-and-mouse game around your friends. You knew they were starting to wise up that you were pretty much inseparable but never gave them the benefit of the doubt to arrive and leave together or be found away from the group at the same time.

You owed Natasha a lot to help throw your friends off the scent, but she couldn’t do much about you two flirting quietly together or if the longing looks you’d be swept into. Bradley Bradshaw just got more handsome every time you looked at him. It was criminal.

You were almost busted by Payback after you blew Rooster at Phoenix’s early Friendsgiving dinner in her bathroom. Having him across from you at the table was just too much, watching him laugh, drink, and relax among your friends. And not to mention his cream Henley was just a little too tight over his tanned chest and arms. You were a goner. If no one could see the heart eyes that you had for Rooster that night… well, that was on them. He watched you across the table, failing to hide his grin behind his wine glass as your foot crept against his calf. Yes, you were playing footsie and you both fucking loved it. He slouched a little in his chair, getting just a little lower to your reach. All you wanted to do was get him naked. It was just so simple.

“You can do that any time you like,” Rooster grinned like a Cheshire cat, his palms holding your chin roughly as he kissed you wildly a few moments after he’d cum. “Christ, that was incredible,” he chuckled quietly as he tucked himself back into his boxer briefs and zipped up his jeans. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I fuckin’ like it,” he kissed your neck as you turned away from him to smooth your hair that Rooster had gripped in his fist to keep from crying out while you made his dreams come true in the mirror. “I’m almost speechless.”

“And that never happens,” you taunted back at him in the mirror, watching as he left wet kisses on your jugular, his honey-coloured eyes watching you keenly in the reflection, his palms squeezing your hips and drawing your body back to his. Your knees were weak, and your eyes fluttered closed. “Bradley, I…” you tried.

“Bradley I, what?” he repeated softly, watching you intently, as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist to support you. “You smell so good,” he was a little lightheaded himself.

“I…” you tried again. The words were failing you. Fuck it.

He ceased his ministrations and raised his eyebrow gently. “You okay, sweet girl?”

I’m completely in love with you, Bradley. “I’m okay,” you turned and kissed him softly, confusing him with the change of tone after you practically devoured him moments earlier. “I’ll go out first, okay?”

He sighed, cupping your jaw. “Okay. That was amazing. Can we do that every dinner party?”

“You can repay the favour any time you like.”

“Well, don’t leave and lose your undies,” he started to move to his knees as you giggled and used your index finger to bring him back to you by the chin.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you sighed. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me?”

“Anything, without hesitation,” he declared. 

You kissed him. “I don’t deserve you.”

He smiled, the rose in his cheek flushing. “You deserve everything,” he kissed you again and he drew you into his strong arms. “Forgive me. I can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you.”

“I don’t want you to let me go anyway.”

“Sure you wanna escape?”

“Everyone will be looking for us.”

"They’re gonna have to find out sometime.”

“You want them to find us with your head between my legs?”

His eyes twinkled, flooding with mischief. “I love how you think I would be embarrassed by that.” 

“You’re not making this easy,” you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh.

“Here’s a counter, at least. Meet me back here in 15 minutes and I will make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars…” he licked your top lip. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

“At ease, big boy.”

He groped his crotch, a little uncomfy. “This is on you and that…” he breathed. “This dress. It’s almost… Jesus. It’s so hot, you’re actually paining me,” he knocked the strap off your shoulder and nuzzled up your clavicle to your pulse.

“Rooster,” you dragged out, losing your fingers to his messy curls. “You need to stop.”

“Ask me again and I will, I promise,” his hands bunched into the skirt of the dress, drifting the material higher in your thighs.

“We will be caught.”

He laughed into your skin. “Still not a threat.”

You begrudgingly stepped away from him and he made grabby hands to try and lure you back to him. “I’ll go out first,” you kissed him once more as he used his thumb to wipe away some lip gloss that smudged.

“You’re thoroughly debauched. No one will believe you weren’t completely indecent in here,” Rooster grinned widely, clicking his tongue. “Maybe they will even think you were by yourself,” he groaned at the thought of you touching yourself and he swore he was hard again.

“Then leave me alone!” You hissed, slapping his hands away gently.

He held his palms up. “I give,” he promised. “Until I get you back to that apartment and you show me what’s under this… sorry, sorry excuse for a dress. Fuck, you look so good. Please get out,” he begged. “I’m hard again and I have to… not be.”

Laughing quietly, you slipped out of his arms and opened the door slowly, hoping for no one on the other side. Success, you thought about the slip back in and let know Rooster know the coast was clear.

“Hey!” Payback grinned, wandering towards you.

“Oh, hey Reuben,” you smiled, quickly slamming the door after you, hoping Rooster heard you. There was nowhere for the poor bastard to escape.

He chuckled. “You good? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You forced a loud laugh. “Red wine has gotten to me a bit, I suppose.”

“Ahh, I hear that,” he said, looking over your shoulder to get in behind you. “May I?”

“Umm, I think someone is in there.”

“You were just in there,” he frowned then smiled wide, his smile was phenomenal, and you found yourself distracted for a moment. Fuck, how much had you had to drink? “Maybe you are a little hammered. Want me to drop you back at your apartment or something? I don’t think you should drive,” he squeezed in as the front door rang. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

You heard the commotion at the front door as Mickey opened it for Rooster, who broadcasted his excuse of locking himself out after needing to get something from his car. You later learned he’d booked it out the bathroom window, catching a neighbour’s rose bush on the way past in the dark. He was surprised you couldn’t hear him curse a litany of profanities with it. 

It’s how he got the scar on his hip he named after you.

It was jagged and deep, and he loved it.

But time was starting to run out when Rooster got a text from your sister one evening the week of Thanksgiving.

“Huh,” Rooster huffed a laugh as you brought him a glass of wine and you sat together on the couch after you’d showered from work, dinner still a while away. “Thank you, sweet girl.”

“No problem,” you cupped his face and kissed him gently. God, you loved his soft lips. He smiled against yours and showed you his phone.

“Your sister texted me…” he explained.

“Why does she have your number?”

“I’ve had this number for too many years,” he admitted with a shrug. “She and I wear friends before I wore you down,” he teased as you rolled your eyes.

“What does Annie want?”

“She asked me to Thanksgiving. Looks like I won’t have to spend it on base alone,” he murmured, teasing you. “That’s very kind of her.”

You nodded, knowing you’d have to hide your panic a bit better than this if you didn’t want anyone to know you were dating yet. “You wouldn’t have to spend it on base,” you took a seat next to him as he placed his palm on your chin and kissed you gently. “I would have invited you to our family dinner.” 

But why hadn’t you? Was it just implied that he goes where you do now? Shit.

“Look at you, freaking the fuck out,” he laughed quietly. “I love it.”

“I’m not freaking out,” you stated. Of course you were.

“Sure you aren’t,” he replied, texting Annie back out loud and very much in spite of you. “‘Annie, thank you so much for the invite. That sounds great if I’m not imposing.’ Send.”

“Do you write every text out loud?” you sniped.

“Only the ones you are shitting yourself about,” he retorted. “Now,” he sipped his wine, massaging your calf. “Explain to me why you don’t want to tell your family about us. Pretend I’m an idiot.”

“What are you talking about?” you downplayed the situation and he raised an eyebrow as you sighed. “It’s only because my family are crazy and when we tell them… you’ll get it too. Engagements, weddings, babies, funerals, cemetery plots,” you exaggerated and he laughed.

“You know, if I had a family to tell, I would have told them already,” and for a guy that was orphaned at 18, he looked awfully smug about it.

Oof. That was rough. “Oh, Bradley,” you grimaced, covering your eyes, pained as he laughed a little louder. Goddamn masochist. “Rooster.”

“Baby,” he matched your tone. “Only I’m allowed to say that, by the way.”

“Okay, okay.”

“So why are you hesitating?”

“I just don’t want to tell them all yet. There’s so many of them, and I never really brought guys home to meet them unless they really meant something.”

“And I don’t really mean something?” he quirked his eyebrow. “Shit.”

“Of course you do,” you said quickly. “Please don’t put words in my mouth.”

He frowned. “Are you embarrassed by me or something?”

Aghast, you replied, “Oh, my God. No. Why – how could you ever think that?”

“Well, I’m not a bad guy. Your family knows me. I thought it would have been easier for you to introduce me as your boyfriend than some other guy.”

“Why would I have to introduce you?” you asked him. “Everyone has known you forever.”

“Do you not want to tell your family we’re together?” he asked, a little concerned. “Do you think we’re just fucking around here?” he asked, voice low.

“No, of course not,” you replied. You sipped your wine eagerly.

“We are together every night. This has been a wonderful secret, but I’m ready to yell from the rooftops that you’re mine, that we’re together. Sweetheart, your family has no idea about us.”

“Rooster, please,” you said evenly. The pressure hit hard and fast. “I get it.”

“No, you clearly don’t,” he protested. “I want this. I want you; I want us. Don’t you?” he asked warily and adjusted his posture to sit up straight.

“More than anything.”

“Then why are you hesitating?” he continued to push.

“Well,” you paused, realising how much you enjoyed this little bubble of love the two of you’d created. It was private, it was fun. “I like that it’s just us, you know?”

“The holidays are coming. Many of them. I mean, I might not be here for Christmas, it’s pretty unlikely at this point. But I’d like to spend them with you, my girlfriend… and I guess that means your family too,” he smiled easily. “If you change your mind, of course.”

It all seemed so obvious. To now, it had been so stress-free not to mention Rooster to Annie, your mother, and your grandparents. But now it seemed so confronting, a little exciting, but mostly terrifying the deal they'd make. Wait, girlfriend? “Girlfriend?” you played off coolly. Rooster grinned, knowingly. This gorgeous asshole before you was purely enjoying himself now. You hadn’t been a girlfriend for a long time. It felt strange to be referred to as one and he was thriving on it.

“What, you’re not?” he teased. “Did we have to have the conversation about how serious this was before or after you gave me your apartment key?”

“Well, that was to make sure I was safe when you left before sunrise every day.”

“True, would never want anything to happen to you,” he joshed along. But you were certainly not joking the way he was. “You’re still doing the confused face, and I don’t know why,” he retreated a little.

“I know we’re serious.”

“Good,” Rooster smiled. “Because you were acting like this was the first time you’d thought that I was your boyfriend,” he chuckled quietly. He cursed and rubbed his eyes when you only look at him. “Aw, shit. I knew it.”

“What?”

“You are still in that… how do I say this?” he smoothed his moustache and moved back to the other end of the couch that felt like it was a mile away. “You’re freakin’ out about us.”

“I’m not freaking out,” but you weren’t convincing him or yourself.

He gave a small smile. “Look, it’s okay. It’s early days. But isn’t exactly rocket science… unless I’m moving way too fast,” he realised. It was hard to admit, but he was definitely moving a lot quicker than you were. He took your foot and dragged you down the couch to him, moving you in close and perching you deliberately on his lap, forcing you to keep his gaze. “Am I going a bit too quick?”

The thing was, he wasn’t. Everything seemed to be going at the exact speed that felt comfortable for you both, yet you were hesitating. “I love being with you.”

He nodded simply. “Me too. But…” he urged. When you didn’t continue, he breathed deeply. “Okay, mature, adult conversation coming up. It’ll be painless, I swear.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, sipping again. “Okay.”

“Baby steps, I promise. I don’t want to scare you or feel like I’m forcing something in to you that you aren’t ready for,” he said softly. 

“I really love every moment we spend together,” you admitted and he brightened a little.

“But we are dating, correct?”

“Correct.”

“We have an amazing time together.”

“Definitely.”

“You are very satisfied sexually.”

“Rooster,” you smacked his chest as he laughed, breaking the ice.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Also, me too,” he winked. You high-fived him. He caught your hand and held it to his heart. “I’m here every night.”

“Yes...”

“Then who am I to you?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Pal?”

“No.”

“Fuck buddy?”

You cocked your head to the side. He muttered your name and shook his head dismally. “Baby, please!” he tried not to laugh.

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes. “No, I guess. But we’re very good in that department.”

Rooster concurred. “So, I’m not your pal,” he counted on his finger. “And I’m not your buddy… who is Bradley Bradshaw to you?”

“You’re everything,” you told him simply and he was. A fond smile crossed his face, and you thought maybe he was satisfied with your response.

“Good answer,” he admitted and reached across to kiss you. “Boyfriend doesn’t seem so big in context, huh?”

“Probably not,” you admitted as he laughed.

“God, you’re hard work,” he playfully rolled his eyes. “Come on, let me fuck you senseless to celebrate this new arrangement,” in a true feat of strength, he stood and hoofed you over his brawny shoulder as you giggled all the way to the bedroom. Was hard to argue when he laid it out like that…

“Bradley,” Viper extended his hand that Rooster willingly shook. “So glad you could join us, son.”

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate the invite as always.”

“The door is always opened,” Viper told him as he moved to hold your face and kiss your forehead. “Hi, sweetheart. Where have you been hiding lately, huh?”

“Sorry, Grandpa,” you said meekly. “Work has been busy and you know...”

“Life,” he smiled widely.

“Life,” you repeated with a nod. That works.

“Good time to get here together,” Viper said, humoured.

“We drove together, sir,” Rooster said as you gripped the sweet potatoes a little tighter. 

“Oh, handy,” he said, taking Rooster inside, Viper’s hand on his shoulder, guiding him in, chatting immediately about work. You sighed and left at the doorway.

“It begins,” you muttered to yourself. 

But to be honest, it was all going okay, you realised later in the day. Nana had enlisted Rooster to help her trim the tree; you had time to snuggle with your niece, Ava, all the while discreetly watching Rooster’s body moving in perfect motion as he reached, ducked and bent for decorations in those jeans that were a little less conducive to tree decorating, while your nephew Oscar had claimed Rooster as the best person going around, not helping Rooster at all but if Rooster could put up with you, he could certainly deal with an eager three-year-old.

...until dinner time.

“So, are you seeing anyone, Bradley, sweetheart?” your mother asked, mid-meal. You tried not to give him your attention and reached for a side.

“Umm, actually…” he said, looking anywhere but at you. He was trying so hard to respect your wishes that you’d tell your family today, and in your time, but you both knew the questions were starting to get more and more purposeful and detracting from them was only pushing your family closer to figuring it out themselves. “Kind of, yes.”

Dammit, Rooster.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell us?” Annie asked, the sarcasm evident in her voice, and looked directly at you. “I would have told you to invite her too.”

BRUTAL.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Tell us about her!” your mother continued excitedly. He chewed his lip. Rooster didn’t get nervous easily, he oozed confidence and charisma and could fake it until he made it in extreme situations but right now, all allusions and aspirations to keep up appearances were almost out the window.

“Bet we do. I mean, it’s a small town, right?” Annie taunted. She said your name, demanding your attention. “You probably know her really well.”

“Why are you like this?” you asked her, she had you exactly where she wanted you.

“You know why.”

“Is it because you’re an asshole?” you muttered as Nana tutted you.

“Can the abuse wait until we’ve finished the meal?” Grandpa added. “And knock it off, Annie. Don’t upset your sister.”

“I’m not doing anything, Grandpa,” she laughed quietly as Arron nudged her to behave. “I’m sorry,” but you and everyone at the table sure as shit knew she didn’t mean it.

Silence remained for a moment, and with the pressure entirely on you, you sighed. “Fine. Okay, you win.”

Annie was almost bursting with excitement. The same could be said for Rooster beside you, although he was containing it a little better than your sister. Annie beamed. “Be our guest, the table is yours.”

You looked at Rooster and he gave you a fond smile, encouraging you. “Bradley and I are…” you started, kind of lost in his hopefulness. His eyes were so warm and reaffirmed just how in love with him you were. The arm he rested on the back of your chair moved to sweetly massage the nape of your neck. But he wasn’t going to help you. This was your news; he was just there to support you.

“You two are dating,” Annie announced before you. Groaning, your eyes dropped. If Annie was good for one thing, it was her inability to keep her trap shut.

“You’re dating?” Nana asked. It begins.

“How long has this been going on?” your mother asked, looking between you and Rooster expectedly.

“Wedding, at least!” Annie exclaimed. “I friggin’ knew it! Ma, I told you they were into each other!”

Rooster giggled quietly behind you as you put your head in your hands. “This serious?” Viper asked sternly from the end of the table and Rooster straightened up. He didn’t know who was supposed to answer so he did.

“Yessir.”

“How long?”

“It’s new. Six weeks?” you finally spoke up. “Things changed after the wedding and now we pretty much spend all our time together.”

The silence in the room was unexpected and didn’t make you feel any better about the situation. You looked at Grandpa, the only person at the table not smiling… and you’d never quite seen Grandpa like this. Not when Annie brought Arron home, not when your mother announced she was getting married again. Having Grandpa arc up was… maybe a little expected, but the look on his face took you back 20 years, cross at something from work and a storm in a teacup. Rooster gently let go of you and placed his hands in his lap. He could feel the air in the room change too.

“I don’t understand why this had to be a secret.”

Rooster looked at you pointedly.

Annie laughed. “Grandpa, it was a secret because we’re all little nuts here. You know she’s private.”

“Grandpa,” you said, ignoring Annie trying to make the situation easier in her convoluted way. “Can we talk outside?”

“I’d appreciate that,” he pushed his chair out and left the table. You felt about two inches tall as you thanked Annie again.

“Dad, give her a break. They’re young and still figuring it out,” your mother called after him. “Don’t worry, Bradley, darling. Dad is just a little protective.”

“I understand,” Rooster said softly. He took your hand gently. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” you kissed his temple as Annie yipped with joy and you threw your hands up. “Nana, I hate to swear, but Annie, you’re an asshole. This could have been done any other time.”

“When you’re 90?” Annie challenged.

“It wouldn’t matter, because it’s still my – ours,” you stood behind Rooster and rested your hands on his shoulders. “It’s our news.”

Annie sighed across from you as your mother nodded and reprimanded your sister.

“I’m going to speak to Grandpa,” you kissed Rooster gently and he nodded. “You have full reign to savage Annie if needed.”

He laughed. “It’s okay, really. It’s all out there now. Go talk to Viper.”

You gave Annie the finger as she sighed and gave a meek apology. You wandered outside, taking a seat on the porch step where Viper was seated, staring out towards the ocean. The mid-afternoon sun was disappearing with the clouds coming in off the water. You both stayed silent for a while. You offered him your hand and he willingly took it.

“You don’t hold my hand much,” he noted. You didn’t really know what to say to that. “But I guess you’re not the baby anymore.”

“Well, there are literal and figurative babies in the family now,” you gently reminded him. 

Grandpa chuckled quietly. “I suppose so.”

“Are you upset?”

“About Bradley?” he asked, patting your joined hands. “Not at all… but if there was anyone I tried to make you keep your space from… It was a Navy man.”

“You’re a Navy man,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but I’m one of the good ones,” he teased back.

“So is Bradley,” you stood up for Rooster. Grandpa smirked. You knew he was giving you shit. “I didn’t exactly see this coming, Grandpa. It just happened.”

“I know Bradley is a good man, sweetheart. You have my blessing, not that you need it. But I feel like Bradley thinks he does. I couldn’t be happier for you. But all I could ever ask, sweetheart… you happy?”

“We are, Grandpa.”

“Do you love him?”

“I think so…” you admitted softly.

“You think so?” Viper repeated.

“Well, we haven’t... said that yet,” you admitted bashfully. He nodded, slowly.

“Do you think he loves you? Because of the way he looked at you when you made your little announcement inside? Sweetheart, he looks at you like you hung the moon. I was watching him while Nana was ordering him around the lounge room, and decorating the tree. He can’t keep his fondness off his face, darling.”

You laughed quietly, and Viper could swear, he saw the cheeky toddler who thought he was the best thing ever. was before him again. “I really need you to be okay with this.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“Well, you got kind of cross inside.”

“Well, I just don’t understand the secrecy. You two arrive together and pretend your just friends when it’s clear to everyone that you’re everything but?” he smiled.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Darling, it’s written all over your face how much affection you have for him. No one missed the jibes as you teased him while decorating the tree.”

You wondered how many other people knew and were just being polite if your family knew immediately. “You guys are the first people we’ve told. Aside from a few of Rooster’s teammates. This means a lot to me. I need to know you’re okay with this.”

He frowned. “You’ve never been so bothered by my opinion on your companions before.”

“Grandpa… Bradley isn’t my companion. This isn’t just a passing fling,” you looked up at the overcast sky above you, grey and stormy, while Viper remained quiet and you added, “I see my future with him.”

He hummed. “I think he sees his future with you too,” Viper conceded. “I sincerely think that Bradley is deeply in love with you. Maybe more than you realise he is.”

“I’ve never felt about anyone like I do Bradley,” you confided.

“It’s very serious, very quickly.”

“I guess so.”

“He’s not based here, sweetheart. You’re not thinking about leaving us, are you?”

“He got a transfer a few months back.”

Viper laughed. “It’s like you’ve thought of everything, huh?”

“I personally think Ice helped get the quick transition, but it’s just a hunch.”

“Sounds like Ice,” Viper sighed. “He’d do anything for Bradley with Mav still out of the picture after all these years. I’ll never forget the night Bradley came here and asked why I denied his access to the Naval Academy. He was so desperate for me to do anything to revoke Maverick’s recommendation.”

“Could you have done anything?”

“I was retired, darling. I knew I still held influence... but I surely did not hold authority. In hindsight, it was probably best for Bradley to go to university after his mother’s death. He needed to see the world without the Navy guiding him,” Viper sighed solemnly. “I know it breaks Mav’s heart that Bradley couldn’t understand it. But one day they will find common ground again, I’m sure of it.”

“Hope so, Grandpa,” but you knew the unadulterated rage Rooster still carried for Pete Mitchell and it would take hell freezing over for that to change.

“Come on, let’s not let Bradley sweat. You know I’m going to give him a hard time though? He doesn’t get to sail through anymore.”

You sighed. “Poor Bradley.”

“Yes. Poor Bradley,” Viper grinned wide. The old man was going to enjoy this.

Your mother stood beside Rooster as he washed the dishes later that evening. You’d excused yourself for baby cuddles and helping Annie put Ava to sleep. “I can see you’re deeply in love, Bradley,” she told him quietly. He looked at her and smiled kindly.

“Guess it’s pretty obvious, huh?”

Your mother laughed quietly, taking the cutlery in Rooster’s hands and drying it for him. “Very much so.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, ma’am,” he admitted for the first time aloud. “Your daughter is very special to me.” 

“That’s all I need to know, sweetheart. She’s a tough cookie, but she will come around. She has been alone for a long time. The emotional stuff was never her thing. Her first broken heart is her everlasting one.”

“Her old man?” he figured, taking the dish towel and drying his hands as your mother nodded.

“Just be patient with her. She knows more than anyone she’s hard work. She doesn’t mean to be but…”

“I’ve got all the time in the world,” he replied, piling a dish carefully into the drainer.

“You’ve got such a good heart, Bradley. I’m so proud to see the man you’ve grown into… and Carole and Nick would be too. It makes me so sad that they don’t get to see the kind, charming, intelligent man you are,” your mother stopped to wipe away the single tear that fell.

Rooster pursed his lips together. He heard things like that all the time but hearing it from your mother, someone who was so close to Carole, shook him a little. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Bradley, for Christ’s sake… you’re in your 30’s. You can call me Liv,” she sighed, biting back a laugh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said again. “Sorry… Liv,” he corrected himself, nervously.

“Take care of my baby, okay?”

“Always.”

She patted his cheek and studied him momentarily. “With the moustache, you know how much you look like your dad. He was so funny and incredibly insightful. He would have done anything for you and your mother and I see so much of that in you. But Bradley, I need you to remember something, okay?”

He stayed quiet, a little overwhelmed by your mother’s sweet words. 

“You are more than your parents' legacy. You have been so blessed to have your parent’s good looks, Goose’s wit, Carole’s good heart. But they would be so proud to see you grow into the man you are today. And you are so loved. By so many. Cherish that, okay?”

Rooster remained silent. He was sure if he said something, he would probably break down. You sighed from the other side of the wall where you hid when you heard your mother speaking to Rooster. 

Not that you were eavesdropping, because you were without a shadow of a doubt, but hearing her carefully constructed words and her affection for him enveloped you with such warmth. 

“You’re a good man, Bradley Bradshaw. You sleep well at night knowing that, okay?” you held your heart as your mother continued. And suddenly she was before you and shook her head in a joking tutt before heading back to the living room. You poked your head in to see Rooster staring into the sink, his knuckles white as he gripped the porcelain sink. 

“Are you okay?” you asked softly as he looked over his shoulder at you and stood to his height.

“Hi,” he said as you walked to him and raised your arms to hold him and you could swear you felt him shake beneath you. 

“Hi,” you kissed his temple as you smoothed his hair. “She has always been more of a sister than a mom,” you told him quietly. “But when she brings out the big guns, beware, because she dropped you head first down an emotional rabbit hole.”

His body shook with laughter as he looked at you. “So that’s where you get it, huh?”

Staring into his honey eyes, you wiped away the single tear that hadn’t melted into your shirt. You pouted and nodded softly. “Guess so,” you kissed him sweetly. “You really okay?” 

“So fucking good,” he admitted quietly. “Thank you for today. Best Thanksgiving in years.”

You ran your fingers through his slicked-back curls and he nestled into you. “I’m glad it’s out there now. No more pressure.”

He smirked. “Wrong.”

“Wrong?” you repeated.

“I still have to cop so much heat about banging the admiral’s granddaughter yet,” he murmured in your ear. 

Breathing to steady yourself, you asked, “Wanna take me home and bang me then so you’ll feel better about it?” you offered as he nuzzled your pulse.

“I was thinking we re-visit the bathroom...” he hinted with a whisper.

“Are you fucking kidding me? It will be a cold day in hell if you try getting into my undies here, big boy.”

He cackled. “Oh, one hundred per cent,” and just like that, Rooster Bradshaw was before you again as Viper wandered in and he pounced off you. “Sir.” 

“Hmm,” Viper replied drily, grabbing a bottle of wine from the bench top. “Some decorum please, Bradshaw?” he muttered, walking out as you bit back hysterical laughter at the fear that crossed Rooster’s face. 

“Not even worth the joke, baby,” you kissed him and left him to finish the dishes alone. 

You studied Rooster as he drove back to your apartment later that night. His gaze kept to the road but he could feel your eyes on him and he looked at you, a wary smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “What?” 

“Today went really well,” you reached for his hand on the gear shift.

He nodded. “Viper hates me, but your mom and Nana love me so I hope I can be spared somehow.”

“Grandpa just wants to give you shit, you know he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Hmm,” Rooster said with a forced grin. “I’ll bet.”

You traced the thick veins on the top of his hand and he wriggled his fingers for yours to hold. “No,” you told him, content to learn his hands, long slender fingers, the freckle on his ring finger. You’d spent plenty of time memorising the curves and ridges of his back, his chest and abs. 

“Okay, weirdo,” he chuckled quietly. 

“I’ve decided I’m quietly obsessed with your hands.”

“My hands,” he gave you a side glance. 

“Yeah, they do some incredible things. Help fast planes go zoom,” you teased as he snorted.

“Coming from you, I’d advise you never let anyone else hear that in this town.”

You chuckled loudly. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah. What else do they do?”

“They hold my hand, touch me. They make me cum,” you said mindlessly memorising their strength of them and jolted as he overcorrected the car. “Jesus, Rooster... you okay?” you grabbed his bicep to steady him.

He straightened, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you sat back in your seat, slightly concerned it was because of you he almost drove you off the road. 

“Say that again?”

Smirking as you watched the dark road before you, you replied, “Which part?”

“You know what I’m talking about...”

Oh. “They make me cum?” you asked, your fingers walking up to this wrist, tracing over the face of his watch. 

"When I least expect it, you just floor me,” he stifled a laugh. 

“Someone has to keep you on your toes, right?” 

“Suppose so,” he shook his head with a faint smile as he pulled into the lot of your apartment building. He shut off the engine and leaned across to kiss you. “Can I take you inside and show you what else these hands can do?”

“Bye, baby. I’ll see you tonight,” Rooster gently smoothed your hair and smiled into the kiss he placed on your forehead as you dozed. Desperate to wake and say goodbye, but also… it was so nice in bed, snuggled into his pillow, his smell all around you. “Thank you for the best Thanksgiving ever.”

You huffed a tired laugh. “Happy to bring any drama as long as it makes you smile, baby,” you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You couldn’t maintain these wake-ups and had no idea how he could do it every day without hesitation.  “Have a good day. Be safe,” you yawned as he chuckled quietly into your hair.

“Go back to sleep, sleepyhead. I love you,” he said, softly before standing and leaving quietly.

Your eyes flicked open and you sat up as the front door closed. Now you were well and truly awake, sleep be damned.

six.

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Idk if you are taking requests but what if y/n and Loki are trying to have some adult time and thunder and mischief keep interrupting them.

A/N: Thunder&Mischief requests are always open :)! Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of sex

Interrupted Day 1 *Loki and Y/N heavily making out on the bed*

Loki *whispering seductively*: I can’t wait any longer

*Thunder&Mischief entering the room with a ball of yarn*: meow

Loki: Go away, we’re busy

Y/N: Awh, Loki stop! We can’t do that here in the same room with them

*Loki grumbling frustrated, while Y/N starts playing with Thunder&Mischief*

Day 2 *While watching a movie together, Loki starts distracting Y/N with kissing her neck and letting his hands wander*

Y/N: *moaning* hmm, Loki

*The sound of Mischief running from the catio inside. Dropping a dead mouse at Loki’s feet and meowing proudly*

Y/N: Well, that’s a.. surprise. I thought you had fixed the catio?

Loki: I did… 5 times, already.. but, where were we?

Y/N: You don’t think the dead mouse killed the mood a little?

Loki: *grumbling frustrated*

Day 3 *Loki fixing the catio again, hoping Mischief can’t find a way to escape*

Y/N: You look very sexy when you are busy with tools

Loki: Hmm, do I? *very slowly picking up one of the tools, so Y/N can get a good look at his ass*

*Y/N walking towards Loki, starting to kiss him*

*Thunder, suddenly meowing judginly*

Y/N: O, sorry didn’t see you there..

Loki: You know, we can take this to the bedroom

*Loki and Y/N entering the bedroom to see Mischief sleeping on there*

Y/N: Well, it was your idea to let them sleep in the bed…

Loki: I hate myself…

Day 4 *Y/N coming home to find Loki, Thor and the cats sitting on the couch together*

Thor: Great news lady Y/N, Loki has asked me to watch your precious children again. And he trusts me so much, he has dropped all the ridiculous check-in-rules.

Y/N *smirking*: Really? How surprising

Loki *feigning innocence*: Well, if you can’t trust your brother, who can you trust? Thanks for watching them, and remember you really don’t have to call how it’s going. I’ll see you in two days.

*Thor excitingly leaving with the cats*

Y/N: You really asked Thor to babysit, so we can have sex?

*Loki snapping his fingers, being completely naked*: Yes, now we only have two days, so we have to make the most of it.

*Thor re-entering the room*: I think I forgot….

*Seeing Loki naked and quickly closing the door again*: That was fast…

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

DIY

A/N: This wasn’t planned. Or was it? @babyboibucky and @lil-stark Hope y’all like it!

Not my gif! Credits to the owner.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+, a little breast kink, soft pregnancy smut, tons of domestic fluff.

Word count: 1400

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Afternoon naps during the weekends had become a new favourite activity of yours. Waddling around the house with a heavily pregnant belly tired you out beyond belief, forcing you to take cat naps every chance you got. Bucky had developed a habit of joining you almost always because he never wished to miss a chance of holding you while you slept, also because he knew you were having trouble sleeping in the night.

There had been so many occasions when you would wake up only to find your husband gazing at your belly, hands lightly caressing while he whispered about anything and everything to the baby. The sight would fill your heart with love every single time, it had even brought you to tears the first time he did it.

However today, as sleep made it’s exit, you couldn’t find Bucky lying next to you where he usually was, instead there was some muffled cursing and muted thuds coming in from the nursery.

Pulling on Bucky’s old sweater, you padded towards the room to find him focused on his task at hand which was trying to read the instructions given on the manual of the crib you had purchased the day before.

He eyed the pieces of furniture he was supposed to put together warily before giving a confident nod to himself, as if mentally assuring himself that he could do it. And that was just too adorable to watch.

Leaning against the doorway, you stared at the love of your life for a while before announcing your arrival by clearing your throat.

“I thought we were going to do this together.”

Bucky glanced up in surprise before his face softened and he gave you a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck.

“I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

You shook your head and made your way towards him, stopping when your swollen belly met his flat one and giving him a small peck on the cheek.

“So, you figure this thing out?”

“I think so. You wanna help?” He asked softly,

hands automatically placing themselves on your bump. Bucky couldn’t help but get a little excited seeing his clothes on your pregnant body, even though you had been doing that for years. According to him, you’d never looked more radiant.

“Alright let’s build this crib.”

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Fifteen minutes into it and you found yourself getting irritated and snippy because Bucky wasn’t following the directions you’d been giving him.

“Are you sure that’s the right way?”

“Yes doll, I’m sure.”

“Because that’s not what’s given here—”

“I know what I’m doing (Y/N)!”

He snapped, clenching his jaw as he stared at you as you held up the instructions manual for him to see.

“Fine. Seems like you don’t need my help after all! Have fun.”

You threw the piece of paper on the floor and stormed back to the bedroom, nostrils flared and fists balled up tight. It was probably an unnecessarily extreme reaction but you couldn’t help it, your hormones were on overdrive.

Pacing about the room, you took a few cleansing breaths, ready to apologise for your outburst when Bucky walked in silently.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you sweetheart.” He spoke first.

“I’m sorry too Buck, I just I don’t know why I get this hyper so easily, it’s my—”

“Pregnancy brain, I know.” He nodded, giving you a small smile, the kind that asked permission to call a truce and move past the whole thing.

“How is my little girl?”

“She’s sleeping. But Mommie’s wide awake…”

He chuckled and approached you once he saw you grinning wide, pulling you close to capture your lips in a soft kiss. He broke the kiss but you grabbed him by the back of the neck to resume, murmuring a ‘not done yet’ against his mouth.

Bucky grazed his hands along your bare legs upwards, taking his sweater with them, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Your tongues danced in harmony until you broke apart only to throw the piece of clothing out of the way.

He took his time to let his darkened eyes rake over your naked form, the kind of look that made your pussy quiver in anticipation. There were times when you’d get aware of the fact that your body looked awkward and bloated because that’s how it felt for months, but not to Bucky. He was mesmerised by the way your beautiful body adapted to this new phase, the way your body shape changed to accomodate a baby, his baby.

He loved how sensitive it had gotten over these last few months, the way your breasts had swelled up in size along with your belly.

“So beautiful…” he whispered before guiding you over to the bed, helping you to climb on top of him after he’d removed his own clothing.

You had been a little extra sensitive and uninhibited in all departments during pregnancy, including all those times wanting to ride Bucky hard at any chance you got. It was almost a second craving along with those weird food demands you were making, all of which was considered normal in the ten thousand books he had got for you to read.

You licked your lips at the sight of Bucky’s erection waiting so eagerly for your warm touch before wrapping a hand around the length, a few pumps and a flick of your thumb to collect the precum later, you maneuvered yourself so your entrance lined up. Pulling your damp panties aside, you sunk down on his cock slowly, eliciting a sinful groan from his mouth.

The feeling of being so stretched out made you throw your head back and sigh as you stayed in that position, giving yourself some time to adjust.

Your hips rolled against his own at a languid pace as you anchored your hands on his chest, your hair cascading around your face before Bucky gently pulled them aside to watch your face.

His pubic bone grazed against your clit with every move as you rode him, your shallow breaths and pants filling the room. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his metal hand come up to fondle your breasts.

Sitting up as best as he could, he latched his mouth around your nipple and sucked, making you cry out loud while his hand attended to the other one with gentleness. They felt heavier in Bucky’s hand, full of milk meant to feed and nourish your child after she would arrive. They were for him now, today to caress, to love and cherish.

“I can feel you’re getting close, doll.” He breathed, laying back down and bringing his flesh hand over to your stimulated nub, rubbing it in tight circles.

“Fuck that’s it. Keep doing that.”

He obliged, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, you felt your insides tighten and walls flutter around his cock before you let go. A loud cry escaped your mouth as the coil in your belly snapped and you shuddered, the intensity of your orgasm triggered Bucky’s as he dug his fingers in your hips, grabbing them roughly.

A few sloppy thrusts into your quivering pussy was all it took for him to paint your walls with thick ropes of cum, his head thrown back and a look of bliss on his features.

He laid you down on your back carefully after pulling out, watching his cum dribble out onto your thighs before he cleaned you up with a washcloth and returned to bed.

Your skin was flushed and a lazy grin decorated your face as he nuzzled his face into your neck, pressing feather light kisses there while running a hand all over your heated body.

He felt his little girl kick against his hand as he splayed it across your bump, making you look at each other and back down where she kept nudging, letting you know it was time to eat.

“Alright alright! I’m getting up. You want Daddy to make his delicious grilled cheese?”

Your eyes held a glint mischief as you looked at Bucky, giving him your best puppy dog look which you knew always worked.

“Come on Momma bear. I’ll make you all the grilled cheeses you want.”

[arcadejohn127-9]

The Devildom gets heatwaves??!!!

This is how I'm coping with the heatwave in my country because I don't think I'm going to last very long. If I disappear again just know it's because I've become a flesh puddle that lives in the bathroom sink.

So, let's get into it! How the demon brother household deal with the rare heatwave The Devildom gets as they are in literal Hell.

Lucifer:

He say he's fine but he isn't, all his suits feel stuffy and tight

The amount of times he pushed back his hair for it to stay stuck from sweat is getting concerning

He's so much more irritable now but doesn't have the energy to do anything

Invests in putting AC'S and fans EVERYWHERE - they are always constantly on

You know how dad gets really cryptic when you touch the thermostat? Well that's him but if you even try to make the house even a smidge less cold he will throw you outside

Though, whilst it's already concerning that no demon can handle this well - he is very concerned how you're still alive

Fusses over you 24/7 about making sure everything is cold

Your water went slightly warm? UNACCEPTABLE! IT MUST BE PAINFUL TO YOUR TEETH KIND OF COLD - WHO LET THE WATER GET WARM?!

When he's at home you'll get a strange & rare sight of him wearing a tank top and shorts

He's had to stop mammon one too many times trying to take pictures

Mammon:

ACTUALLY DYING

he's usually laying under an AC too hot to even do any mischief

Though he keeps being clingy to you and then immediately regretting it because now cuddles are just too sweaty to enjoy

Like Lucifer, is very concerned about his you're handling the heat

Will insist you sit with him at all times so he can make sure you're always being cooled down

But don't let his sluggish behaviour trick you - he's selling cold water bottles and hand held fans to all the desperate demons

Nothing is going to stop him from earnings a good buck or two

His hair is always in a tiny ponytail and even got an undercut

He is doing whatever he can to keep himself cold

Is normally seen walking around some khaki shorts and Hawaiian shirt, the shades stay on as usual

Leviathan:

He has given up on being a land dweller - he has become one with the ocean

Makes sure Henry gets ice cubes in his fish bowl to keep him cool

Has LOADS of hand held fans ducktaped around his room

You once heard him scream because the paint from his figurines were getting ruined

Is just constantly in his fish tank, refuses to get out

it's constantly kept the perfect temp

Sulks because loads of his clothes are heavy and too hot to be wearing

Just stays in swimming trunks and a hoodie - he refuses to take it off

Often invites you to swim in his fish tank with him so you don't boil to death

The most memorable moment was watching him sliver around on the floor due to being too tired to walk

Asmodeus:

Refuses to go outside

He won't do it!

Lucifer expects him to face his adoring public when he's sweating in places he's even sweated before?! No amount of roll on or spray is fixing it!

Usually has a spray bottle at the ready to mist himself

His pink fan is now apart of his everyday look - endlessly fanning himself

He's pinned all his hair up and put it into a short braid

Another sulker - he keeps sweating off all his makeup

Is screaming about the sweat blocking his pores almost everyday

If he his outside, has people carrying him

He refuses to use up more of his energy during this heatwave

Uses this situation as an excuse to force Lucifer to let him wear booty shorts

Satan:

Hot weather + anger issues? Doesn't mix well

He keeps his composure as usual but sadly, it slips more

Like mammon he's found laying or sitting by the AC or fans

Though, he's very concerned about the cat staying in his room

He has a whole section of his room just for it

a bed thats surrounded by fans, always fighting levi over the ice cubes so he can put it in his cats water

Is very stressed

You will find yourself laying on the floor often in Satan's company, mimicking his cat as you all bask in the cool air

He is another one who can't stand his usual attire and has to change it

Sports shorts and a baggy top is his go to fit

Beelzebub:

Finds all the sweating good - it helps him burn off fat and he gets to put it back on with tubs of ice cream

Everyone has to fight him over the freezer

Either because he's just sitting Infront of it, enjoying the breeze or he's eating every cold item they have

Yes that even includes the frozen uncooked meals

Sport shorts and being shirtless is his new look

Has perhaps put you in the freezer a couple of times when you said you were too hot

Shares the cold food with you if you ask nicely

Sadly is getting alot of stomach aches from the heat

Gets you to tie up his hair when he gets too hot

Belphegor:

You think he sleeps alot before?! WELL NO HE'S CONSTANTLY ASLEEP

He's only awake if he needs bathroom or is wants something to eat and drink

The heat has just knocked him out

Some of the brothers fear he has died but refuse to tell Beel

Cranky asf because he also gets to experience his twins stomachaches

His bed use to be full of blankets and pillows but they are now all shoved to the floor, sleeping at most with only a sheet

Naked

Just butt naked all time

He's too tired and too hot to put on clothes

He's tried wearing nightgowns or really light baggy shirts but it's all just too hot

His fringe is tied up

Tries to cuddle with you despite the sweat but always ends up kicking you out

In conclusion; we are all suffering

[slashingdisneypasta]

Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

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All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

~

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

~

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

~

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

[remingtonisleithal]

I just need some air

Remington x female reader

Warnings: smut, I guess it's semi public?, handjob, morally iffy (both parties a bit tipsy and Remington is young here)

Word Count: 2.7k oof

Summary: At an outdoor party celebrating the birth of Palaye Royale, Remington gets turned on and runs into the bushes to cool down, but Y/N follows him. (Apologies for the bad description)

A/N: I'm actually pretty proud of this one, I edited it and everything XD also this is the best pic I've got even though it's not right for the time period

Edit: I forgot to say before but this is low-key inspired by @bidet-and-legolas Damiano fic I Just Need You

Sparks flew high into the fading sky from the fire you and your friends had going in the middle of the forest. You were celebrating Palaye Royale, the new and improved Kropp Circle, and this was the perfect way to do it. Friends told dumb stories as they drank beer and whisky in the safety of the trees, away from the prying eyes of adults and the law. A game was being played, a mix between spin the bottle, truth or dare and never have I ever was being played and everyone was a little drunk. The evening was cold but everyone was warm from the fire, alcohol and laughter.

Sebastian had just finished his dare (singing “We are the Champions' as loudly and terribly as possible into an empty bottle) and flopped down next to his brother Remington, leaning on him a little, resulting in Remington shoving him.

“All right, all right,” Sebastian took a moment to gather the attention of everyone before spinning the bottle. It landed right on you. “Ooooo, looks like it's Y/N's turn!! Truth or dare?”

“Truth?” You answered, not wanting to do a rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Will you just get the balls to tell him to his face?”

Half the people there were confused as to what the hell Seb was on about, but the other half gave smug smiles and cheers of encouragement. He was clearly talking of your massive crush on his brother next to him, Remington.

“Well, yes, maybe one day I will have the courage. Thanks for asking.” You respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“That's not what I meant and you know it. I mean,” He stood up on a tree stump for dramatic effect, voice booming in a silly manner, “Dearest Y/N, would you please announce the name of the man which has the honour of your affection.” He gestured and wobbled a bit, causing everyone to laugh including him.

“OK, well the answer is... No. I'll drink instead.” You replied, regretting it already as the drink of choice was a weird mix of alcohol and fizzy drinks in the form of a shot.

“You're drinking anyway that's no fun!” Your best friend Katy yelled at you. You gave her a face that made her laugh, both of you knowing full well that devil's piss drink and your Midori are entirely different flavours.

“Yeah and the rules are you drink if you don't do the dare either,” Remington said, compelling you to ask the nerve-racking question.

“OK. What's my dare?”

Sebastian looked at you with a cheshire cat smile, then looked at Remington and winked. Confused, you turned to face him and saw his face turn red.

“WELL,” he said, fully enjoying being the entertainer of the night, “I dare YOU... to... take off your shirt.”

“What?!” You object.

“What?” He returned. “I was gonna say show us your tits but I thought that would be rude.”

Any other time you would have been a little insulted, maybe blush at his brash attitude but instead you laughed. The drinks in your system made you happily tipsy, but still able to think clearly. You knew this was risky but you also trusted everyone there. They were all your friends, all nice, and you'd gotten changed in front of more than half of them anyway. And it's not like you were gonna be naked.

“You know what? Fine. I'll do it. But my top is going back on in a bit.” You said with a stern look that went against the mischief in your eyes.

You looked at Remington briefly as you sat up straighter. His eyes were wide and face red, like he was trying to contain himself. No, that's just the alcohol messing with your brain, he's just your friend. No matter how much you want more.

You pulled your top off to loud cheering and whistles from your mates, girls and boys both alike in dickery. You felt a little insecure about how you looked, but also knew that slouching over would just push your boobs over your bra further and you could not take that risk. So you sat with your arms around your stomach, shoulders back and t-shirt on the ground.

You couldn't hear it past everyone else but Remington was breathing heavily.

Daylight savings meant it was 9 o'clock as silhouettes replaced the sun, the dull glow against black trees seeming all the more beautiful with your friends next to you. By this point your t-shirt was still off and others were missing theirs, chips were getting eaten and people were talking with filthy minds and mouths.

“Gah, you're making me horny you bartards,” Katy slurred, and you giggled as she swayed to the music someone was playing.

“You don't get to complain little miss 'I have a boyfriend and we fuck all day and night',” you said back, brutally burning your friend. She erupted in giggles and just nodded.

“As apposed to you, the desperate and the lonely,” this caused multiple people to start going 'ooo', but you knew it was just in good fun, but the lonely comment did hurt more than you'd like to admit. So you focused on the desperate part instead

“Well yeah! I mean we've literally just been talking about sex and kinks for hours and you expect me to not wanna jump the guy behind a tree right now?” you returned.

“'The guy'?” She asked. “C'mon ya wuss, just admit it, he's literally sitting here right now.” All those with the sobriety to look around and start to think either agreed with Katy or looked confused.

“Katy, don't.”

“Just say it! He likes you back, OK?” She jumped up to her feet, wobbled a little and shouted “Y/N LOVES YOU, R- AH!!” Her sentence was never finished as you tackled her to the ground. Instead of either of you apologising, she giggled and you grabbed the nearest bottle and chugged, wishing you hadn't sobered up a while ago. Then you realised someone was missing.

“Hey where did Rem go?” You asked no one in particular.

“Ah I think 'e went that way,” Seb said, “just rushed off now.”

You got worried. What moron runs off into the forest alone at this hour? The darkness was quickly enveloping the grounds and it was getting hard to see. You started to jog a little, being careful and fast, trying to find Remington, until you tripped over a tree root.

“Y/N!” Remington yelled, and suddenly he was at your side. “You OK, what are you doing out here?”

“I'm fine,” you said, taking his outstretched hand and trying not to melt under the light touch. “I was worried about you, you disappeared.” You wrapped your arms around him to give him a hug and felt something hard. You let go.

He looked around awkwardly, rubbing his arm.

“Uh, yeah, I just uh, needed some air.”

You looked at him.

He looked at you.

You blinked.

He cringed.

“Please, please just forget I said that. Just things were getting pretty intense back there and I didn't wanna, you know, get a boner, in front of everyone.” he admitted, looking at you with pleading eyes that you could only see in the dark due to his proximity. “Guess I thought I'd just come here and uh...chill.”

“Well I'm not gonna leave you in the middle of the woods at near dark alone.” You said and lent against the tree beside you, entirely missing the point. You stood there for a minute, sipping from the bottle you didn't realise you were still holding. You gestured to Remington. He took a sharp breath that sent you heart racing as he took the bottle, gently brushing your fingertips and putting his lips where yours once were. You looked up at him, watching as he swallowed the drink, trying not to let your mind wander. His eyes glittered in the moonlight as he passed the bottle back to you. Without thinking you ignored the bottle, just reached up to brush some hair out of his face, playing with it a little. You blamed the drinks but it wasn't alcohol which had you intoxicated at that point. His eyes fluttered shut as your hand brushed his cheek, eyes opening immediately when your hand was gone. He subconsciously bit his lip.

You were both too scared to say anything, and although the yearning was written across your faces, the moment died as you looked away.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done that, didn't mean to make it weird.” you mumbled.

“Y/N, I'm the one who ran out to the woods cause he got a hard on, you're not the one making it weird.” Remington said with a laugh and a blush, not entirely meaning to say that out loud, liquid courage taking control.

The comment sent shivers down your spine and more than butterflies to your stomach. Remington mistook the shiver for the cold and immediately shimmied out of his leather jacket.

“Here,” he said in the softest voice. “Lemme just...” He put the jacket around your shoulders, ending with both his arms on either side of your head, arms lingering a little longer than was friendly. You snuggled into the jacket, comforted by his smell.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Awkward silence.

“Hey, are you, um, ready to go back?” You asked, trying to be polite and also trying to push the sinful thoughts from your head.

“Ah, actually, no.” He rubbed the back of his neck and cringed a bit, cheeks heated.

“That thing takes a long time to go down huh?” You laughed, and so did he. The laughter broke the tension and awkwardness and you felt compelled to keep joking. “Well me and my boobs out must be making it hard on you, I do have that effect on men.” You said jokingly, striking a funny pose. Only kidding, you expected a laugh and an eye roll.

But what you got was Remington saying “Well yeah, kinda.”

It was a moment for your brain to compute before you said “Wait, seriously?”

You weren't sure if you were dreaming or drank more than you thought.

“Um, yes? I- um, I mean, well I, uh,” Remington stumbled over his words adorably, before taking a swig from the bottle and coming clean. “OK I guess it's time to be honest. Y/N, I like you, like I really like you, and I have for the longest time. Hell I got so worked up and jealous when you were talking about that guy that I had to leave and-”

“Remi, that guy is you.”

“Me? Wait, what?” The shock was evident in Remington's voice and hope was written across his face.

“Yeah. I really like you, I mean, you're just,” you wiggled your arms in an odd gesture, face pleading to understand before giving up, instead putting your hands on either side of his face and bringing your lips to his.

After you crashed your lips against his you pulled away to check you hadn't done the wrong thing. But Remington only smiled put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. The kiss was slow and passionate, as he explored your mouth with such soft love that it took your breath away. As you stood there kissing, the kisses heated up, becoming fiery and fierce. It felt like a dam wall had been broken, and your love and lust was spilling out. His hand started to rub on your back and you pulled him impossibly closer, before breaking away for a gulp of air.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours and you went a little weak at the knees. He opened his eyes and stared into yours, breathing hard, absolutely mesmerised by your being. You could do nothing but smile as Remington laughed in delight and kissed again. Your bodies came flush against each other, you could feel his erection, and Remington grunted. You pulled away.

“Sorry, did I do something wrong??” you asked, concerned.

“No no, it's just that I, uh, I've kind of been hard for like an hour? It just, kinda, hurts.”

Pause.

“Can... Can I, uh, help with that?” you asked, not wanting to cross any borders and make him uncomfortable.

Words failed him, all he did was raise his eye brows and make noises that sounded like 'yeah' as he nodded.

“Kay, tell me if I do something wrong, I haven't really done this before.”

You backed Remington up against a tree and kept kissing him, his hands in your hair, your hands wandering down his chest. You began to rub your palm against the bulge of his skinny jeans and he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. He gently bit your lower lip and you whimpered slightly, determined to keep your composure (what you had left of it). You pulled away to kiss his neck, hands never stopping as you tugged his hair lightly with one hand, and palmed him through his jeans with the other.

Remington was starting to let out louder moans, trying to keep quiet, biting his lip hard and desperately trying to make himself last longer. He'd be damned if he let himself lose it in an instance, he wanted this to last forever. You started to mark him with light hickeys under his ear and he moaned loudly as you found his weak spot.

“Please,” he begged, his voice no more than a whisper. You looked him in the eyes and he looked away, face red, embarrassed by his situation but desperate to finish.

“OK baby,” you said with a reassuring smile. You undid his jeans and pushed his underwear down just enough to reveal his hard on. You covered a whimper as you bit your lip, breathing hard. Fuck you were so turned on. You were living out something you had dreamed of. You reached down and grabbed his shaft tightly forcing Remington to let out a loud groan, and slap his hand over his mouth. You smirk and kissed him to keep him quiet as your hands worked him.

“Y/N, I'm- I'm gonna,” He all but asked, whispering through hard breaths. He looked you in the eyes and you kissed him fiercely, shifting so he could release into a bush rather than your clothes. You began to leave more hickeys on his neck as you pumped him fast and in a matter of seconds, Remington was coming hard into your hands; hips bucking wildly, one hand holding onto yours to keep it in place without thought, head pushed back against the tree, face screwed up in pleasure. A stream of cum shot out into the bushes and Remington came down from his high, stopping his movement as he began to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open and he bit his lip, cheeks turning a red you couldn't see in the dark. He was too nervous to speak, worried he might've fucked things up somehow.

“I... Fuck.” Was all you could say, earning you a laugh from a spent Remington. “Well that was hot.”

You both stood around for a minute a little awkwardly, unsure what to do now. Remington adjusted his pants, did up his fly and, unsure what to do with the cum on your hands, you gave it an experimental lick. Seeing Remington's eyes go wide you licked it off your hand entirely, leaving him turned on. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head though, unable to afford getting hard again.

“So uh, I guess you probably want to go back now, huh?” he asked shyly.

“Oh Rem, now I'm the one who needs a minute to calm down,” you said with a smile as he laughed, shaking his head.

“I can always help with that.” He said with a knowing smirk.

Taglist: @smiling-girl @sab-falco @levyasakura I'm not really sure who wants to be tagged for what sorry.

[bokuroskitten]

𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

〈Kuroo never seem to get the promotion, unless he has the help of his good luck charm(s)

❉Genre: NSFW 18+ (minors dni) ❉warning(s): tw: blood, Poly relationships (Bokuroo x Reader), DDLG dynamics (Papa and Daddy titles used), fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism.  ❉Character(s): Timeskip! Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō x Fem!Reader

❉

Fucking hell.” Bokuto murmured to himself from the back seat of the sleek sports car he sat in. The white button up he had decided to wear to the job today was sprinkled with droplets of blood. It had been a messier shift than usual, and now his shirt had paid the price.

His thumb brushed over his collar bone, grumbling out an annoyed “fuck” when blood was smeared along the pad of his finger. Akaashi looked to Bokuto through the review mirror, before he turned into the private driveway with ease. “You’re usually never this messy, Bokuto-San.” “Yea well, that guy was an asshole.” The grey haired male barked out, knowing very well it wasn’t Akaashi’s fault but sometimes unable to hold back his frustrations. He hated coming home like this, despite Kuroo working along side him most of the time. He just didn’t like when YOU had to see it, the violence or the dark stuff that came with the jobs him and Kuroo had to do. Even though you were all aware and stayed with them regardless, he still didn’t like bringing it home. “Thanks for the ride Akaashi. See you tomorrow.” Bokuto spoke as he quickly opened the door. Akaashi nodded to his leader, rolling down the window to speak. “Did you need me to call someone to come pick up that suit? They’ll get all the blood out.” Bokuto waved a yes, knowing Akaashi knew him well enough for his answer without having to actually say it. The male sighed as he easily clicked open the front door. He expected to be welcomed home by at least one of his partners, but it only made his brows furrow with more irritation to be met with silence. “Hello?” He called to the open hallway, finally hearing the muffled voice of Kuroo. “One moment please— Bo, in the office love.” Bokuto was rolling up the sleeves of his dirtied shirt as he headed for the office. “Are you on the phone or something Ro? Where’s Birdy? I thought she’d be home. Today was such a shit sh—“ He paused when he finally walked into the office, his eyes meeting those of Kuroo’s which were currently lit up with devilish mischief. He was indeed on the phone, having it pressed up against his ear with shoulders as his palms...

One was pinning your arms against your back, while the other was buried between your trembling thighs. You were stuck over Kuroo’s lap, ass up and bruised and body naked. You looked to Bokuto and whimpered softly into the tie that had been stuffed between your lips, the one he assumed belonged to Kuroo. “Ah~ this is why y’all couldn’t respond.” Bokuto murmured, lowering his voice as Kuroo continued on with his business call, fingers still causing a mess between your legs. Bokuto had to chuckle, approaching slowly as to not make a sound. He took hold of your chin, slowly rose your face so you could look him in the eye. They were wide and filled with tears, another whimper muffled through fabric making Bokuto’s grin grow even bigger. He bent at the knees, thumb quick to scoop up the tear that slipped from your eye. “You look so pretty like this Birdy...~” Bokuto spoke in a whisper, his eyes darting up to Kuroo only to see that his voice didn’t disturb the call. “Daddy’s really been giving it you huh?” You nodded desperately, wanting to reach for him but only having Kuroo’s large palm grip your wrists tighter, his fingers only leaving your core to give your rear a quick swat before going back to work. Your eyes widened as your body jolted, facing lulling into Bokuto’s warm and inviting palm. Bokuto chuckled again, this time slowly pulling the tie from between your swollen lips. You gasped softly when it was removed, chest heaving as you caught your breath, whined softly at Bokuto. “P-Papa~” you pleaded, only to be shushed by Bokuto who ran his thumb over your bottom lip, knowing you’d happily suck it between your petals. “Only a little longer Buba, you’re Daddy’s good luck charm remember?” Bokuto encouraged, pressing kisses along your dampened face. It was more that Kuroo just loved teasing you while he was on business, the threat of someone hearing your pretty cries turning both you and him on. But things did seem to work in his favour whenever he had you begging and whimpering for him while on a business call. So it became a regular thing. Kuroo let out a hearty laugh into the phone, his eyes peering down at Bokuto and sending a wink his way, all the while two of his fingers pressed into your sweet spot. You bit down gently on Bokuto’s thumb, an attempt to stay quiet as possible and failing as you curled your toes in sweet delight. Bokuto’s hissed softly, biting his own lip as his own excitement seems to build within his pants. Considering his suit was already a mess from earlier, he thought a little more fun wouldn’t hurt. “Let’s keep you quiet hm Birdy? Want papa to help you?” You nodded, struggling to find proper words as Kuroo massaged that spot within your spongy walls, edging you on closer and closer to a high. Bokuto pulled his thumb from your lips with a pop and was back to standing. He eased his belt off, unzipping his slacks to easily pull his cock free of its confines. It was semi hard as he held it towards your face, watching the ways your eyes glazed with desire and your mouth lulled open submissively. “That’s it pretty girl.” He praised, easing his length between your lips. You kept your eyes glued on him as he pushed all the way into your shallowed cheeks, gagging ever so softly as his tip brushed against the back of your throat. Bokuto groaned softly, rolling his hips at a low pace so he wouldn’t make too much noise. He ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing a handful at the nape of your neck that had your eyes watering. He looked to Kuroo again to see he was blushing a bit , eyes clouded with desire as he watched Bokuto thrust into your pretty mouth. “Sounds good, what day do you think we can have this all planned?” Kuroo spoke into the phone, the pace of his fingers suddenly picking up within your clamping walls. It had you gagging around Bokuto, fists curling up tight as you sat on the very edge of pleasure. Bokuto had to lick his lips, picking up his pace just a little bit as your little moans of delight sent vibrations all the way up his spine. “Good girl, let’s both cum for daddy and give him double the luck? Can you do that for me Birdy~?” You nodded as best you could, nosing into his pelvic bone as he stuffed your mouth with his cock. Kuroo was smirking from ear to ear at that remark, and yet his voice stayed so professional over the phone. Bokuto’s grip on your hair tightened as he picked up his pace, the lewd sounds of him thrusting into your mouth almost making him moan out loud. You had such a perfect mouth, and you took him so well as he fucked into your hallowed cheeks. You could feel the way he pulsed against your tongue, drools dribbling down your chin as you let out the softest whimpers around his shaft. When your core clumped down on Kuroo’s fingers he had to take a deep breathe, his smirk grown to it usual cat like grin as his employer gave his usual bullshit ending speech. Kuroo took that has his que to press harshly against your sweet spot. Your eyes widened, body jolting as you gagged on Bokuto’s cock and finally gushed over Kuroo’s fingers. His fingers kept up that pace so you could ride out the high, the feeling of you squirming and whimpering in his lap only making it all that much more satisfying. All the while Bokuto bit back a moan, finishing quicker than usual as he watched you crumble so easily under Kuroo’s touch. He saw the way your cheeks bulged, tears finally spilling as he shot his warm load down your throat. “Thank you so much Sir for your time, I look forward to working with you.” Kuroo spoke, before he hung up the phone. As soon as the conversation was done let out a hearty laugh, his fingers finally slowly down between your throbbing walls. “I got the promotion!! It was going south so it’s a good thing Bokuto came home when he did.” “Congrats babe...” Bokuto huffed out, his cheeks still a bit red as he slowly pulled out of your mouth. He groaned softly when he pulled out with a pop, watching your naked form slump into Kuroo’s lap. Kuroo hummed, finally letting go of your pinned arms so he could massage them out instead. “C-congratulations Daddy...~” Your voice was raspy as you spoke, which made both of the boys chuckle softly. “I couldn’t have done it without you and this perfect pussy kitten~” Kuroo teased, allowing you to nuzzle yourself in his lap to calm down after the high of your orgasm. Kuroo looked up to Bokuto then, brows furrowed when he finally noticed the blood that stained Bokuto’s shirt. “Oh? A messy day huh? Why don’t we all shower together then?” “Movie night?” You questioned softly, finally rubbing away the drool that tried to dry on your chin. Kuroo held you tighter then, pressing a kiss to your hairline. Bokuto happily agreed, stripping down right there in the office. “Oh fuck yea. We’re cuddling all night long.”

[sserpente]

A/N: Requests from three anons. Naughty, naughtier, naughtiest. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2426 Warnings: shameless Christmas smut

Additional NSFW warnings: dom!Loki, usage of anal sex toy, orgasm control, forced orgasm(s)

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Feeling all warm and fuzzy, you snuggled in closer to your mischievous boyfriend. After three weeks of persistent persuasion, you had finally talked Loki into watching Christmas movies with you and to be quite frank, you were convinced he secretly enjoyed them.

A comedy was on tonight, of a young couple suffering from the usual pre-Christmas stress including eccentric in-laws and turkeys burnt to a cinder. You had been giggling throughout, knowing very well it was a rather accurate representation of how chaotic Christmas could be. In fact, you could hardly wait for this year, given it would be Loki’s and your first time celebrating it together as a couple.

“I recall you telling me that those sex scenes in films are staged unless you watch a… what was it?”

“Porn movie?”

“Yes. I must admit, she is terrible at staging it.” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“She is doing it on purpose. She is faking her orgasm.” You explained, staring at the screen. The male protagonist was wearing a Santa hat and a fake white beard—nothing else. He had surprised his girlfriend who had just gotten home from a long and exhausting day at work and even though she appreciated it, she was just too tired for sex.

“Why in the nine would she do that? That is rather pathetic for the male part.”

You blushed. You too had faked your orgasms sometimes when you were in bed with Loki.

“Um… well… she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. You know women take longer to get there and sometimes… they’re just too tired or not in the right mind set.” You yawned. “Much like today.” You added.

Loki paused the movie with but a wave of his hand and turned to face, looking you dead in the eye. “Are you implying something?” Oh, shit… you had a feeling this would bruise his godly ego.

“I… I-I only did it a few times. Once or twice. Okay, maybe a little bit more often than that. B-but that doesn’t mean I don’t ever—“

“You are what?” He bellowed. There we go.

“Loki! Listen to me, you are the most mind-blowing lover I’ve ever had. It’s like I just said, sometimes I’m too tired or have so much going on at work that I can’t let go… it’s got nothing to do with you!” You insisted.

“That is unacceptable.” He said after an uncomfortable break.

“W-what does that mean?”

Loki gave you a meaningful look. His tone was downright spiteful when he spoke again. “Let’s just finish the movie, shall we?”

You were a little surprised he let you cuddle with him again but you couldn’t focus on the film anymore anyway.

“Are you… mad at me?” You chirped after a while, your cheek against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

“No. I am not.” You were not convinced. He was up to something.

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The next morning started all but merry. You woke Loki with a few wet kisses, quietly singing O Christmas Tree to elicit a response.

Loki groaned, a smile playing on his lips. He didn’t need a lot of sleep but he truly didn’t like being woken up by anyone but his own body when it deemed him rested enough.

You giggled, his raven hair tickling your skin. You barely made it out of bed to open the very last door of your advent calendar and then moved to get dressed. As usual, Loki was a lot faster, simply magicking clothes onto his body without so much as blinking.

You were late. The Avengers were probably already waiting for you in the living room where Tony had put up a massive Christmas tree. And massive it was—it stood almost twenty feet high, about six metres, as far as you were concerned, and the billionaire had had to use his suit to hang up all the baubles and ornaments as well as the shining star on top. And before you had gone to sleep last night, you had sneaked your presents for everyone under the tree.

You bit your lower lip, hoping that Loki wasn’t still taken aback by your involuntary confession last night. You had meant what you had said. He was an amazing lover but sometimes… you just weren’t feeling it but still didn’t want to disappoint him or let him down. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Come on, Trickster, let’s see what Santa brought.”

“Hold up.” Loki said. “Turn around for me.”

You raised your eyebrows, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. So you did as you were told and gasped when he forced you to bend over so your upper body came to rest on the bed again, your backside in plain view for him to admire.

“Hey! Loki!” You giggled during your weak protest, then bit your lower lip. Did he want to… now? Hmm… Christmas morning sex. Your heartbeat sped up as you wiggled your behind a bit, arousal already pooling between your legs.

You heard him chuckle behind you but instead of his hard cock at your wet entrance, you suddenly felt something hard and cold press against your back entrance.

“L-Loki…” You had tried toys of the like before, especially right before sex and you had enjoyed it very much but now was definitely not the time. You were about to head downstairs to the Christmas tree, exchanging presents and having a hearty breakfast with the Avengers, there was no way you were going to…

You gasped when he slid the clearly lubed plug into your rear, and it went in with little resistance. Loki knew your body so well it almost scared you. That, and you were already soaking wet and responsive to your butthole being pampered in such a way.

“Hmm… are we enjoying ourselves?” Loki mused, smirking as he led you over to the mirror to let you admire his work. The plug was a little bigger than what you were using for sex but still oddly comfortable to wear. What stood out the most to you, however, was the fact it was golden, with a green jewel attached to it and decorating your buttocks. “You are positively dripping, my dear.”

You bit your lower lip once more, mouth all of a sudden completely dry.

“It looks hot and beautiful at the same time.” You admitted, meeting his blue eyes in the mirror.

“Consider it a Christmas gift.” He said with a wink. Your eyes widened when he slid your comfy trousers back on and turned to leave the room.

“Hang on there. What are you doing?”

Loki tilted his head, playing innocent. “I am meeting my brother and his silly friends for Christmas.”

“W-what… oh my goodness. This is about last night, isn’t it? You want revenge, is that right?”

Loki smirked. “I have no idea what you are talking about, my love. Now… let us head downstairs, shall we?” You only glared at him in response, tensing up when his hand wrapped around your arm and stopped you in the threshold. “You will regret it dearly if you secretly try to take this out before I allow you to do so.” He hissed into your ear. Your walls clenched. This was certainly going to be your most interesting Christmas yet.

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You had been right indeed. Crouching down to get the presents out from under the tree proved extremely difficult wearing a butt plug—at least, it proved extremely difficult to not moan in front of everyone.

Loki’s smirk never faltered, not even when he received your present and thanked you with a passionate kiss right in front of the Avengers. If only they knew… you had no idea what else Loki had in store for you once the two of you were alone again.

Christmas dinner posed as equally difficult. Sitting calmly at the table, enjoying the delicious turkey and treats and conversing without wiggling around like a child was nearly impossible. For the first time ever, you were glad when the festivities were over and you could finally retreat to bed, hoping that Loki would fuck your brains out before you fell asleep tonight.

You stood in front of him, arms akimbo when his clothes melted off of his body and he threw back the covers of the bed to get comfortable when you returned from the bathroom.

“Are you serious? Loki!”

“Oh dear… I almost forgot.” He lied, once again smirking like a cat that got the cream. “Lie down, little minx. Tell me, are you aching?” He teased, chuckling darkly.

“No!” You spat sarcastically, unable to hide your amusement. “I have been horny all day, you tease!”

“Have you now?” He was grinning now. Your heart skipped a beat when he snapped his fingers and then pointed at the bed for you to lie down. At this point, you did not even want to pretend to resist and be bratty for a bit.

Eager for your release (and knowing fully well this was his vengeance) you climbed on the mattress and gaped up at him with anticipation. But Loki took his time. Slowly and while eyeing you like a wild predator he joined in bed, tugging at your clothes in the process.

“Take them off.” He growled. You were panting when you did as you were told, all until you were completely naked except for the butt plug still snugly inside of your rear. A squeal escaped your lips when he lunged at you with a start, grabbing your hips and pulling you into a lying position. His scrutinising and downright lustful gaze never left yours as he sneaked his hand between your legs, right where you wanted him the most and dipped a finger in your folds.

“My… you are gushing.” You bucked your hips up against him, too impatient to listen to him talk dirty like that but his hand was already travelling upwards again, fingertips ghosting over your skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. You gasped when he circled your left breast and played with your already hardening nipple until you were whimpering for him.

“Loki, please…” You begged, biting your lower lip to appear innocent. The God of Mischief chuckled.

“So desperate?” He uttered, fingers returning to your cunt. You shivered when his thumb ghosted over your clit, giving it a gentle stroke. You had been on edge all day it would not at all take you long to finally be granted your long-awaited relief, even less so when Loki buried two of his long fingers inside you without any forewarning, curling them to massage your g-spot and circling your impatient clit with his thumb. His fingers were magic. No, he was magic. If only the world knew what a skilled lover Loki was they would change their mind about him being a megalomaniac villain and shower him with affection and fanmerch instead.

Moaning, you threw your head back, meeting the thrusts of his digits by bucking your hips hungrily. Loki could tell you were close already. You were tightening around his fingers, your breathing so fast he feared you might lose consciousness.

A satisfied growl escaped his lips when you came, milking his fingers as endless waves of pleasure rolled over your body, making you moan his name. Only Loki did not stop once all the bliss slowly started to fade away, your clit complaining about the ongoing stimulation.

“Again. Now.” Loki growled.

“W-what?”

“I want another. How can I be sure you truly came, after all?” He mused. You groaned. So it was revenge after all. He knew exactly you had come.

“I d-did… w-what… I can’t… Loki… oh, fuck…” He knew you could. He knew your body could. Still fingering you relentlessly, he tossed you straight into another hot orgasm as his thumb returned to your clit. Your back arched, fingers digging into the bed sheets as you clenched rhythmically around his long digits. Heavens, it felt even more intense with the butt plug still snugly inside of you.

“L-Loki… stop… s-stop, please…” You breathed, unable to form a proper sentence.

“Oh no, my dear… you can give me one more. Just so I can be completely sure.” He replied hoarsely, knowing that you could take it and would react differently if you truly had enough. It was the mix of pleasure and your strong feelings for him that made your mind turn like a spinning wheel, unable to stop or escape the tornado of emotions and relentless bliss. So he kept going, tormenting your already overstimulated bundle of nerves until your toes curled.

“Don’t you ever dare fake an orgasm with me again.” He growled into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin. Pleasant shivers ran up and down your spine, yet you were unable to answer him. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and dug your nails into his back, pulling his upper body closer to yours to urge him on, his name leaving your lips like a prayer as he brought you to a third orgasm making you see stars.

Panting, it took you quite a while to come down from your high again as Loki helped you ride out your climax before finally removing his now slick fingers and licking them clean with relish. When he made no move to position himself between your legs and get some relief himself, you let your head fall back into the soft pillows, making Loki chuckle.

“No falling asleep just yet, my love. Let me remove the jewel from that lovely behind of yours first.” Your eyes fell shut nonetheless, an acknowledging sound the only form of communication you could still muster as you let Loki gently take out the plug. You would have drifted off to sleep there and then, without a blanket, if Loki didn’t scoop you up like a cherished bride and wrapped you under the covers before cradling you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Loki.” You muttered, eyes still shut tiredly.

“Whatever for?”

“I never meant to offend you when I faked, I just wanted you to have your fun even when I wasn’t in the mood.”

“I know. Don’t lie to me again. Ever. There is no point for me to take pleasure from you if I am unable to return the favour.”

You smiled. You really had the most amazing boyfriend in the world. Well… which was probably because he was in fact, not from this world. No Christmas present could ever compete.

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A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! It’s either for caffeine or red wine, I’ll take both. ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

[sxnnimoon]

Little One pt.3

Here is part 3 my pretty's! Hope you enjoy! And as always my requests are open. Happy reading!

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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You couldn’t tell if it was real or not, the sensation you were feeling was almost euphoric. Looking under the covers you saw the culprit. Jungkook was between your legs devouring you. You let out a moan to let him know you were fully aware of what he was doing.

He looked up at you.

“Good morning baby.” He smiled before continuing.

He knew you were close just by the tone in your moans.

“Cum baby, let go.” He whispered.

You cried out before releasing into his mouth.

He cleaned you up smiling at what he just did.

You pulled him up to cuddle you.

“Thank you Kookie.” You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” he said, tickling you. “Breakfast will get cold then.”

Your head popped up at the thought of food. You got up, still naked from last night's activities. You went ahead and threw your robe on not bothering to put on clothes.

“Let’s go.” He said throwing you over his shoulder running to the dining room.

You were a giggling mess.

He finally put you down, your babies were already there waiting for you, they had dropped their suits for lounge wear. You liked seeing them like this.

“Took you long enough.” Yoongi said.

“We asked you to wake her,” Namjoon said.

“I did.” Kook protested.

“With his mouth.” You smirked digging into your breakfast.

They all groaned, wishing they had thought to do that.

Jungkook had the biggest grin on his face.

“No whining,” you said. “We have too much to do today before we leave.”

They nodded in agreement.

Once you all finished eating, they each took the liberty of cleaning up for you.

You were currently in your closet trying to pick out the best outfits for Italy. You knew not to over do it as they were no doubt going to spoil you.

You were looking at all your fancier dresses as you knew they would want nothing more than to party while on this vacation. You brought you short but high cut silver dress that drove Yoongi crazy but also your black dress with the all mesh skirt that had slits down either side. After choosing your shoes you made the final touches for lingerie and zipped up your suitcase.

You walked over to Namjoons room as he never knew what to pack, so being the good wife you were, you decided to get it out of the way for him.

After making sure everything was packed, you changed and decided to get in a few laps in the pool.

Walking out you noticed Taehyung had the same idea as you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You smiled at him.

Hi my little dove.” He smiled up at you. “Hop in.”

“I think I like the view from over here.” You smirked sitting at the edge of the pool.

He instantly swam over to you. He stopped a few feet in front of you. You could sense the mischief in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned him slowly going to get up.

But it was too late. He splashed you.

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” You shouted.

His eyes went wide, he knew he fucked up. He ducked under the water trying to swim away but you jumped in after him, catching him instantly.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said arms up in defense.

“Sure you are.” You said before dunking him underwater.

He quickly recovered. Shaking out his hair in your face.

You glare at him before swimming to the shallow end.

“Oh come on baby.” He pouted at you. “Don’t be like that.”

He pulled you closer to him. Wrapping your legs around him.

“I’m not falling for it.” You said trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“You know you wanna.” He said kissing your jaw and neck.

You knew he was right, you practically were putty in his hands. You just had to give in.

“Be quick about it,” you began. “Lunch won’t cook itself.”

“I’ll be quick.” He smirked, moving your bottoms to the side.

He slid in with ease. You moaned at the sensation. He was definitely thicker than the others. He set a quick and fast pace that would get you both off. It didn’t take long for that to happen. He was out of breath.

“Will you two get out of the pool?” Jin said a bit sternly. “We have things to do. That can all wait.”

Jin helped you out of the pool.

“I’m sure you want me twice as bad right now.” You said running a finger down his pants.

He shivered under your touch.

“Don’t tempt me, little one.” He gave you a hard look.

You just smirked running off after Tae.

Night was setting in and you had to be on a plane in 5 hours. You hand the luggage placed in front of the door doing a final count.

“I have 6,” you yelled. “Who's missing?”

“We’re coming!” Shouted Kookie and Jimin.

“Of course it would be you two.” Yoongi said.

“Play nice.” You glared at him.

He rolled his eyes.

“Only for you.” He cooed in your ear.

“You’ve gone soft.” Hobi said.

“Only for her.” Yoongi smiled.

“Okay, does everyone have what they need.” You smiled at them.

They all responded with yes. You couldn’t wait to spend time with them in Rome. You all piled into the limo and headed for your jet. Once the flight took off Kookie was already passed out. You smiled at him, caressing his cheek, making him smile in his sleep.

You moved your attention back to your book. It was a gift from Joonie, ever since you got it you could not put it down. You yawned.

“Get some sleep kitten.” Yoongi said, placing his hand on your thigh.

You nodded, soon falling asleep to him running circles on your thigh. You had woken up just in time for landing.

“Morning jagiya.” Jimin smiled. “We’ll be landing soon.”

Once off the plane it was about 1:30 in the afternoon. Everyone was tired over the 13+ hour flight. You just wanted to get to the villa and crash.

Pulling up to the place you were in awe. It was right by the water with a private beach. It was just you guys. The scenery looked out of a movie. You really picked a good place for this long week.

“The place is beautiful princess.” Taehyung came up behind you.

Walking in the place was huge. It had large windows, A giant kitchen. It was heaven. You took notice of the cats that walked around the back of the villa throughout the garden.

One in particular caught your eyes. She was black with a white spot in the shape of a heart on her forehead. She was gorgeous. Overlooking the garden it had a gazebo and waterfall towards the center. It was covered in roses. Moving on to the bedrooms there were 8 in total. The boys would each get their own room as you would yourself. Even though some of them would no doubt be sleeping in your room. You all were finally settling in but you were far from wanting to just sleep. You wanted to go out and explore, though you knew they wouldn’t let you out of their sight.

“I wanna do something.” you pouted, plopping down on the couch next to Namjoon.

“We’ll do things tomorrow baby.” Hoseok said.

“But I wanna go swimming.” you whined.

“Don’t start.” Jin warned.

“Fine.” you said getting up.

They assumed you gave in but you had other plans in mind. You slowly began undressing as you walked to the back door leading to the private beach.

“I’m going down by the water.” you called out not bothering to look at them.

“Oka- Y/N!” Jin yelled.

The yell caught all of their attention. You took that as your que to run for the water. The sun was already setting and thankfully you chose a place where no one would disturb you all. You were almost to the water, looking back you saw all seven of them running after you. As soon as the water hit your feet you dove right in, they all stopped right at the edge.

“Y/n get over here, Now!” Yoongi yelled.

“Cut the shit lets go.” Hobi said after him.

“Come in and get me.” you smirked, putting your head back and swimming a bit farther.

“You’re being a brat right now and I’m not having it.” Taehyung said.

“Come in daddy, the water feels nice.” you rubbed your hands on your breasts pushing them up a bit.

“That's it.” Yoongi said before throwing his shoes off and running in after you.

A hint of regret sank in as Yoongi was not one to get into water. You really were in for it now.

“Are we gonna do this the easy way or hard way?” he said with a growl.

You looked him in the eyes almost pleading and to say sorry.

“Don’t be shy now kitten, you’re in for it now.” he chuckled, lifting you over his shoulders giving your ass a hard slap.

Walking past the others they just chuckled at the look on your face. You looked to them for help, but nothing.

The trip up to your room seemed like it took forever, the hallway seemed to look longer than usual. As soon as you were in your room he set you on the bed still showing some kindness but that would soon be over with.

“I’m going to grab something and I expect you to be laid down and spread out for me.” he said power within his words.

To say you weren’t turned on was an understatement. You were dripping. The dom in Yoongi was what you lived for. Just thinking about what he was going to do to you made you moan.

He re-entered the room with silk ropes in his hand. You knew them all too well. He had brought them from home.

“Wrists kitten.” he said.

You held them up.

“So obedient.” he cooed, tying the ropes tight but not too tight.

“I’m sorry baby.” you pouted as he kissed down your body.

“Apologies won’t save you now, little one.” he said, kissing your thighs.

He ran a finger down your folds causing you to buck forward.

“None of that.” he said looking up at you.

He began teasing you, his mouth was of an expert. He knew you were about to come just by how whiny you were getting. He stopped as soon as you were about to let go.

You let out a groan. Only to be flipped over.

“What did I tell you?” he said climbing on you, pulling you up by your hair causing you to moan. “You come when I tell you.” he let go of your hair.

You had arched your back waiting for him to do something.

“Yoongi?” you began. “Are you still the-” you yelled out at the feeling of him entering you.

“You really need to start behaving kitty.” he groaned, slapping your ass.

“But II-I like riling you up.” you moaned out best you could.

“Yeah?” he asked, picking up the pace.

You cried out.

“Be. A good. Girl.” he said between thrusts. “And you might be able to come.”

He kept pounding into you, you were sure the whole villa could hear you.

“I’m close baby.” you whined out.

“Hold on kitten, I'm always there.” he breathed out.

You were a moaning mess.

“Cum kitty.” he said running circles on your clit.

You screamed out reaching your high, soon after he followed with his.

He crawled up to you, untying your wrists.

“You really gotta listen baby.” he caressed your face.

“I just wanted to have some fun.” you pouted.

“I know,” he said. “Take a nap and I'll get you when dinner is ready.”

You nodded while closing your eyes. He smiled and kissed your head.

[mad4marvelloki]

Trapped In The TVA

This is a short story based off part of the trailer for the upcoming Loki show. The image of him restrained really got my imagination going. Here he’s in his cell in the TVA when he gets a visit. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings; smut, teasing, climax denial.18+ only please!

Loki looked around himself, his eyes darting. The collar around his neck was uncomfortable and his arms were starting to ache from being tied behind his back. There had to be a way out of here. He would work it out – he always did. He smirked to himself. He would make them pay. As he had told the man with the ridiculous name he would burn this place to the ground.

There was a shimmer of gold then she was stood before him. His smirk turned to a grin. They could always find each other, no matter how far apart they were.

‘Hello love. Would you oblige?’ He turned slightly to draw her attention to the handcuffs.

‘Hmm... I think not.’

He narrowed his eyes. ‘And, pray tell, why not?’

‘The last time we were together, I seem to recall being denied my satisfaction. For far too long.’

His smirk returned. ‘Come on love, you know me.’ He shrugged his shoulders. ‘What do you expect?’

She narrowed her own eyes.

‘I do not expect to be denied my climax by you taunting me. To bring me to the edge over and over but not let me have it. To make me beg. It’s rather degrading, love.’ Her words dripped venom.

‘So now I’m going to make you beg.’

It was starting to occur to Loki that he might have made a mistake. The timing of what he had last done in the bedroom with her certainly wasn’t great.

She waved her hand and in another golden shimmer a chair appeared. She pushed him backwards and he half fell onto it. She stalked towards him and lowered herself onto his lap. She ground her crotch against his.

‘I do so love to see you tied up.’ she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling him.

She wound her hands into his hair, tugging gently as she nibbled his earlobe. She moved to his neck, trailing kisses down his soft skin.

He shivered - she knew all the places on his body that were the most sensitive, knew just how to drive him wild.

She moved to his mouth, gently sliding her tongue between his lips and exploring his mouth. He kissed her back hungrily, their tongues dancing together, fighting for dominance.

He felt her hand brush him just there. She smiled against his lips. There was no mistaking the growing bulge in his pants.

She broke the kiss and looked at him imploringly.

‘Loki, I need you. I’ve been empty for so long - I miss your hard length inside me, your cum filling me.’

He twitched in his pants, starting to get uncomfortable. He was wearing tight leather that afforded no room for growth.

‘Please, I beg of you, fuck me!’ She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered ‘my King.’

She knew exactly what it did to him to be called that, especially from her lips.

‘Love.’ He panted. ‘Trousers.’

‘Oh dear!’ she cried in mock horror. ‘Are those sexy leather pants of yours suddenly too tight?’ She smirked. ‘I did tell you I would make you. Beg.’

‘Never!’ He growled.

‘Very well. I guess I’ll just have to do this without you.’ She grinned wickedly, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he would cave.

She slowly lifted her top to reveal her naked breasts. His eyes locked onto them and he moved to touch her, frustrated when he was unable to due to the cuffs. She laughed softly.

She stroked her nipples until they hardened then caressed her body, letting out soft moans as she undressed herself.

His eyes followed her every movement. She dipped her hand between her legs, capturing some of her wetness. She showed it to him.

‘Look what you do to me.’ She whispered. She sucked her fingers clean and looked at him imploringly. ‘Loki - my God, my King, I need you inside me. So bad.’ She ground against him again, eliciting a moan from him.

‘Love.’ His tone was warning.

‘Yes, my King?’

‘That’s enough.’

She chuckled. ‘It will never be enough, we both know that. We will never get enough of each other.’

He smiled for a moment despite his predicament. ‘I know.’

His eyes widened as her hand lowered again and she stroked her clit, letting out filthy moans, teasing the pleasure from her body. Her hand moved backwards and she slipped a finger inside herself. She started to pump her finger in and out, moaning even louder.

‘Please.’ He whispered.

‘What was that? I couldn’t hear you.’ She grinned, enjoying taunting him and getting her revenge.

He cleared his throat. ‘P - please.’

‘Pardon?’

‘Please!’ He cried out.

‘Please what?’

‘Please, my Goddess!’

‘Good boy.’

She waved her hand and he was naked, revealing his pulsing cock, leaking pre-cum in his excitement. She sank down onto him and he cried out in ecstasy. She always felt heavenly. So warm, wet, and tight.

She started to ride him, his eyes on her jiggling breasts as their joined moans filled the room. His mouth fastened onto a nipple, nipping and licking until she cried out.

‘Yes! My King!’ She tightened around him, her high getting closer. He tried to last longer, to give her time to come first but he simply couldn’t. She had punched all his buttons and then some.

He screamed her name as he came, his body trembling, pleasure coursing through him as his hot cum shot inside her. The sensation tipped her over the edge, her body shaking violently as her orgasm rippled through her. She clamped around him, milking him for every drop, drawing out his own climax. She made him come like no other ever had or could.

They pressed their foreheads together and laughed softly. They had made so much noise he was surprised a guard hadn’t come to see what was going on.

Once their breathing had returned to normal she stood, letting him slide out of her body. She collected some cum from where it was dripping from her body, licking her finger.

‘Hmm, delicious as always my love.’

He groaned. Gods if he didn’t feel ready for round two.

With a wave of her hand they were fully clothed again.

She gave him a megawatt Cheshire cat grin. ‘See you later, love.’

‘What! Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this!’

‘Can’t I? I am the Goddess of Mischief, husband. What do you expect?’ she said, echoing his earlier words.

His mouth dropped open. She winked at him cheekily and in a glimmer of gold was gone.

Damnit, he thought to himself. Now not only was he tied up and locked up; he was horny as hell with no chance of release. No matter. He would get his revenge.

A sly smirk grew on his lips. Oh, the things he was going to do to her.

[jobean12-blog]

I Solemnly Swear that I am Up to No Good

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 524

Summary: You and Loki get Thor good with the Elf on the Shelf

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-th-horniest-book-club​ and the Home for the Holidays Celebration- day 12: the Elf on the Shelf. I combined this with the fun drunk drabble prompt below from @buckstaybucky​ Hope you enjoy this and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: fun fluff, mischief at it’s best, implied sexy times and fun, sweet Loki :)

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“Loki. Are you sure this is a good idea? What if he breaks through the wall again? Tony will not be happy!” Loki raises a brow and smirks. “Oh darling. Don’t you worry. I will take care of any damage, but I doubt it will come to that.” With those famous last words Loki casts his illusion spell over Mjolnir and the hammer disappears from sight.

He takes your hand and pulls you through a portal that lands you in the kitchen. “Ok where is that elf!” You grab the elf from his latest spot next to Tony’s coffee machine and throw him to Loki. He looks him over, rolling his eyes before setting him down on the island. “He needs to look smug.” You giggle but quickly cover your mouth when Loki pins you with a glare. “Focus my pet. We need to do this just right to make Thor as angry as possible.”

Stifling a second laugh you walk over and stare at the elf. “What about crossing his legs like this?” You manipulate the soft material and show Loki, his eyes brightening with mischief with his approval. “Yes! And we can set one hand here and then have him holding the hammer with the other.” Loki steps back and with the flick of his wrist the second illusion in complete.

Now you don’t hold back your laugh and lean into his side as you admire his handiwork. “Perfect! I can’t wait for his reaction!” Loki’s arm circles your waist, and he pulls you into his chest. “Mmm yes. It should be most entertaining! Now. What do you say we get ourselves to bed my love? I have many more tricks up my sleeve.”

Loki whisks you away to the quiet darkness of your bedroom and with the snap of his fingers paints the ceiling in tiny fairy lights that twinkle like the stars above. “Oh Loki. It’s so beautiful!” You tear your eyes away from the lights and toy with the hem of your shirt. “This wasn’t the only trick you had in mind though, was it?” Stepping closer, his lips turn up into a devious smile before he brings your eyes to meet his glittering green ones. “I am Loki. The God of Mischief and sex.”

You awake to the thundering boom of Thor’s voice, his footsteps shaking the walls while you try to untangle your naked body from Loki’s. “I think it worked,” you snicker, your voice still raspy from sleep. Loki stretches out like a cat, cackling when he hears Thor’s roar from the kitchen. “LOKI! UNDO THIS AT ONCE!”  “The big oaf is so mad he doesn’t even have the brains to realize it’s all an illusion,” Loki scoffs.

You throw your legs over the bed and search for your slippers. “Where do you think you’re going my sweet?” The look you give him is coy as you bend down, “to see how our fun plays out!” Loki shakes his head, reaching out long fingers to pull you back into bed. “There is much more fun to be had here in bed with me. I assure you.”

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[ahgaseda]

aura | one

driving me crazy, look in my eyes, follow me, come here, dance with me now, I’m gonna make you feel like that...

summary : back again at a camp for kids that can’t behave, you are still brokenhearted over your ill-fated romance with Jaebeom, until your friend Jackson offers to help make your ex jealous in exchange for helping him land the most unattainable girl at camp.

warnings : strong profanity, explicit dialogue, recurring alcohol or recreational drug use, graphic sexual content, brief mentions of illegal activities, potentially triggering elements involving toxic relationships and emotional manipulation, etc.

miniseries chapters : one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

The sun was too bright. Rays pierced the gossamer curtains and shone into your eyes. You vaguely recollected your mother bursting in and throwing the windows open, ordering you to get up. Now, the sun had risen and you were cutting it close.

With a grumble, you threw the blanket over your head and rolled over, eager to sleep the day away. And maybe tomorrow, too.

Being in a constant state of denial and dread was exhausting.

Slowly, you drifted back into a dream. Well, maybe less a dream and more a memory. Perhaps it was all a fantasy at this point, the way you recounted it, lingering on only the good parts.

You remembered every insignificant detail of that night - the night you reached your greatest high and deepest low in the span of an hour. The moon had been full and the crickets were singing. The air had cooled from its typical summer heat, but the dirt was warm beneath your bare toes.

Sneaking off in the middle of the night with a boy. You would have never in your wildest dreams done something so reckless.

But he said he wanted to watch the stars and kiss you beneath the moonlight. Endlessly. You escaped with him down the beaten path, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. Then, he backed you against a tree and kissed you like he had completely run out of patience.

You remembered smiling against his mouth, giggling when his tongue teased your bottom lip. Your hands were on his shoulders while he cradled your face. At some point, you broke away and he stared at the sparkles in your eyes.

“I love you,” was all he said. The first of many lies.

You followed him. It didn’t matter where he went, you were ready to follow him off the edge of the earth if he asked. Jaebeom held you so tenderly, yet tight and secure. You had no hesitations and certainly no regrets when he laid you on your back, kissing you restlessly.

But it was a lie.

You moaned his name when Jaebeom pressed his lips to your neck. You could still remember how your heart thundered uncontrollably whilst he tongued his way between your breasts. You had never wanted someone as badly as you wanted Jaebeom. The boy who made you fall in love with him.

But it was all a lie.

Even the way you whimpered when he took you was a persistent echo in your mind. The noises he had drawn from you were carnal, to say the least. His skin was hot beneath your fingertips, his hair damp when you tangled your hand through his strands, and his naked body heavy on top of yours. He kissed you with such gentle affection when he buried himself inside you.

But it was still a lie.

You truly believed he was making love to you, every last inch of you. He was all you knew in that moment. With Jaebeom, you lived like there was no tomorrow. And you would never forget the way his face tensed with ecstasy, how he groaned your name when he filled you. All you cared about in that moment was his pleasure - his love. It was all you ever wanted.

But it was his biggest lie.

You opened your eyes, tears escaping down your cheeks, and forced away the bitter memories. Every beautiful moment spent with Jaebeom kept coming back and you wanted to set them all aflame until you forgot every single fucking detail.

You remembered how he smelled, how he felt. How his arms flexed around you when he hugged you close. How he smiled when he made you laugh. How he kissed your hand at the most random of times. How he whispered his love into the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. What was once sugar on your tongue turned to ash and dust in your mouth. You didn’t think you were capable of this much pain.

Jaebeom had taught you a very hard lesson. And yet, though you would never admit it to anyone, you still loved him.

Suddenly, the door to your bedroom burst open and a familiar voice announced, “Rise and shine, dear!”

It belonged to your best friend, your childhood rival, and most inconveniently, your next door neighbor.

“Jackson,” you groaned, muffled against your pillow. “Not now. Go away.”

“Baby, you know we on a schedule,” he chirped with the speed of a man who had already ingested too much coffee, grabbing your comforter and ripping it off the bed without mercy.

You cried out at the unexpected cold on your bare legs, curling into the fetal position to try and trap some warmth to your body. You then bounced lightly on the mattress as Jackson leapt into the air and landed on your bed in the most spectacular fashion.

His face moved predictably before yours, inches away, and he was sporting a grin that could be filed under Jackson’s trademarked twisted delight. “It’s camp day,” he said excitedly.

You blinked. “I know.”

Jackson sat up and reached over to smack your butt. “Get up,” he yelled, sidling off your bed. “Breakfast will get cold.”

You huffed profanities under your breath and clambered after him.

Downstairs, your mother and stepfather sat at the kitchen table. Maids attended to them, waiting on their every move. Such was commonplace in the penthouses of preternaturally wealthy people.

“Ah, I knew you could handle it, Jackson,” your mother crooned.

Jackson plopped down at one end of the table, opposite your stepfather with his nose buried in a newspaper. You finished tying the knot of your fluffy bathrobe and took the empty seat across from your mother.

“Everything is packed and loaded in the car,” she informed, her tone a little harsher where you were concerned.

“I promise, Mom,” you began, eyes cast downward. “I won’t go back there again.”

It was true. You were so caught up in negative ways of coping that by the time you realized you were going to get yourself sent back to the one place you would be forced to see Jaebeom again, it was too late.

“Well, if only you had found that resolve last year,” she chided, stabbing a piece of melon with her fork.

You clocked a glance at your friend. Jackson happily stuffed his face, eating everything in sight. Despite living in the penthouse next to yours, with his equally wealthy parents, Jackson opted to eat at your table more often than not.

Preferably so he wouldn’t have to listen to his parents fighting.

“Can we expect the same promise from you, Jackson?” your mother asked, as if she were speaking to her favorite puppy.

She always did love Jackson. He was like the son she never had. Although, in her defense, it wasn’t hard to love Jackson. He was the golden child that every mother’s wet dream was made of.

“Absolutely not,” he retorted politely, grinning from ear to ear. “Some of my closest friends are at that camp.”

Your mother chuckled, having expected as much.

Your stepfather finally lowered the corner of his paper and called your name sternly, as if oblivious - or uncaring - to the conversation taking place.

You glanced up.

“Eat your food. It’s a long drive and I’ll hear nothing of you getting faint on your first day.”

Jackson and your mother both looked to you expectantly.

You flashed him a soft smile and said, “Yes, sir.”

Stepfather number three, despite having more money than God, was surprisingly kind and considered you one of his own. There was a time you overheard him say you were the daughter he always wanted. His three sons had far surpassed mischief and landed in deviance, always on the hunt for his money.

The maid offered sweetly to make you some breakfast, whatever you would like, and you accepted. Jackson swiftly reached over and pinched your cheek in approval.

Most respectable parents would never be so lenient toward a friendship between a girl and a boy, but you knew your mother was hoping you and Jackson would get together. It would be a fine match in high society, given the status of your fathers.

Matter of fact, when she walked in on the two of you eating chocolate and watching movies while cuddled in bed, she was thoroughly disappointed you weren’t having sex.

When you finished eating, you dragged your feet upstairs to your room to get dressed for the trip. Jackson took a few extra minutes to clear his plate and then joined you.

Standing in front of three full panel mirrors in your bra and underwear, you alternated holding skirts up to yourself in the reflection. Jackson folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“What does one wear for total humiliation?” you asked dryly, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Plaid probably,” he quipped, uncrossing his arms and slipping into your closet.

You turned, brow furrowed, and waited for him to come back.

When Jackson finally emerged, he tossed you a t-shirt and jeans. Casual at its finest.

You caught the clothes and surveyed them in surprise. “Really?”

“Put ‘em on,” he said, clapping his hands. “Let’s blow this town.”

You pulled the extra tight jeans on, fastening them with a huff, and pestered, “Do you have to be this excited?”

Jackson came close, taking your face between his hands and pushing your cheeks together. “The sooner we get there, the faster we can get drunk.”

You snickered, rolling your eyes.

The two of you came thundering down the stairs, reminiscent of times you and Jackson slid down the banisters as noisy kids. Your mother waited stiffly at the door, almost cracking a smile when you galloped into the kitchen and pressed a kiss in farewell to your stepfather’s cheek.

She may have been after his money like a cat on a mouse, but she inadvertently found a decent father for her only daughter.

Jackson said his hurried, loud goodbyes and slipped through the open door. You slowed down long enough to take your jacket from your mother’s waiting hand and endure one last scrutinizing gaze.

“Is he seeing someone?” she asked softly.

“Nope,” you chuckled, having expected some backhanded remark about your outfit.

Your mother spoke like she read a whimsical poem, “The two of you would make the most perfect couple this side of the Hudson.”

“Love you, too, Mom,” you teased, pecking a kiss on her cheek and trotting out the door.

The limousine rolled out onto the busy streets of New York City and you peered through the tinted windows. You watched as the looming skyscrapers turned to towering green trees.

As the drive went on, your nerves only grew.

With misplaced optimism, you turned to Jackson and said, “Maybe he won’t be there this year.”

Jackson didn’t even look up from his magazine and droned, “He’s been there every year since he was seven.”

You slumped in your seat, defeated. Clapping a hand on your forehead in self-chastisement, you groaned, “I should have been better, not worse.”

Jackson shifted, leaning back against you and resting his head on your chest. “I’ve never seen you so out of control,” he exclaimed, turning a page in the magazine. “And that says a lot.”

It said plenty. Jackson had warned you about Jaebeom many, many times. Though you held his opinion in high regard, you didn’t listen. You were blinded by love and had no one to blame but yourself.

You grabbed a handful of his brown hair and tugged playfully, earning a tiny whine. “Yeah, well,” you murmured, acerbic. “He stole all of the goodness out of me.”

Jackson scoffed and his tone became stern, “Don’t give him so much credit. And don’t put all of your goodness on your virginity, for fuck’s sake.”

You sighed loudly, thinking about Jaebeom and how he made your pulse race, how he sent fire racing down your spine. The thought of him made you want to cry and you quickly clenched your jaws.

“It’s true though, isn’t it? I’m a bad girl now,” you countered, draping your arm over his chest. “I surrendered my virtuous flower to a boy who added another notch to his bed post.”

Of your memories with Jaebeom, and they were countless, among the stolen kisses and soft touches and sweet words, one stood out above all the rest. The last time you saw him - when he told you it was all a lie, just a game.

That he never loved you.

Jackson sat up, setting down his magazine and facing you. He could feel where your thoughts had wandered, screaming at him to ease the pain despite no words leaving your mouth. Meeting your eyes, Jackson wanted you to hear him even though the two of you had been over it many times already.

“You loved him,” he said, sympathetic but firm. “And he made it a good experience for you. Take that away from it.”

“You’re right,” you replied with a nod, holding back the tears and the quivering of your lip. “I need to let it go.”

Jackson cocked his head and pressed, “But?”

He knew you too well.

“But I can’t,” you whispered, lowering your head to hide your face in shame. “I can’t get over being in love with someone who never - not even for a moment - loved me back.”

Jackson balled his hands into fists. It had taken every inch of his goddamn restraint not to hop a plane, show up at Lim Jaebeom’s house, and beat the living shit out of him. You and his mother were the only people he was willing to go to jail for.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped away the one tear that had escaped. You hated Jackson having to see you like this, staring at you like his precious wounded puppy. With a shrug, you gave a scoff and said, “I wonder who he will have his eyes on this year.”

Jackson frowned and settled back into his seat, shaking his head where the likes of Jaebeom was concerned. He knew three months of unadulterated fun for him were going to be total misery for you. For days he racked his brain over what he could do to help you get over Jaebeom.

Then, the metaphorical light bulb clicked over his head. Who would Jaebeom be pursuing this year? With you crossed off his list, there were simply no more challenges to be had.

Jackson smirked. The solution to this problem was clear as day. He would have to make Jaebeom chase you again.

“I have an idea,” Jackson muttered under his breath, eyes gleaming with devilish intent.

“Oh, boy,” you laughed, recognizing his telltale mischief.

Jackson faced you, propping himself on hands positioned at either side of your legs. “You help me bag Yeona and I will help you make Jaebeom jealous,” he said, letting his tongue linger at the corner of his mouth.

Your expression registered nothing but surprise. Yeona was the bane of Jackson’s romantic skills and the eye of his conquests for years. She was the only girl at camp not the least bit impressed with him and that drove him crazy.

At that thought you realized the similar dynamic. “Do you think that would work?” you asked curiously, piqued.

Relieved to see your approval, Jackson nodded. “He’s like me. He wants what he can’t have.”

To some degree, Jackson added in his head. He and Jaebeom had totally different motivations for stealing hearts.

You questioned in disbelief, “So… what? We just walk around making out all the time?”

Jackson snorted. “Within moderation, obviously. Don’t want to completely turn off either of our targets.”

One of the main reasons you never hooked up with Jackson (on more than one occasion you had been tempted) was to spite your insufferable mother after what she had put you through. That being said, you had kissed him more than once. Usually when dared to do so at parties or during sleepovers when you bared your deepest, darkest secrets to each other. It was always innocent, but this felt forbidden and impure.

You loved the idea.

“Hm, okay,” you said, noncommittal. “At this point, I’ll do anything to make him as miserable as I am.”

Jackson grinned and chuckled. “Take my word for it. There is nothing more miserable than blue balls.”

You pursed your lips, mulling, “He’s already had me. He won’t want me again.”

“I’ll convince him you’re worth having,” Jackson replied, his voice a deep rumble in his throat. “And you’ll do the same to Yeona about me.”

“What makes you think Yeona will be that hard to get? You’ve never really pursued her before.”

Jackson slid to the edge of the seat and reached for a bottle of alcohol currently sitting on ice. “She doesn’t believe in sex before marriage.”

That explained why he threw in the towel so quickly. You cocked a brow and chuckled, “Really?”

Jackson nodded, popping open the bottle of champagne and grabbing two glasses. “Yeah, even wears a promise ring.”

“Wow, that’s commitment,” you smarted, taking the flute of bubbly he extended to you.

Jackson glanced up briefly before pouring his own glass, hair falling in his eyes, and said, “Don’t wallow in self-pity again.”

You rolled your eyes and quickly defended, “No, I’m not. It’s just… I wasn’t saving myself for marriage, but I was saving myself for someone that loved me.”

Jackson exhaled loudly.

You hated hearing his disappointment and ranted irritably, “I don’t know what all the fuss is about. It wasn’t even good. There was no leg shaking orgasm. It was messy and uncomfortable and whatever.”

“That’s because it was your first time,” Jackson said, putting the glass to his lips.

You took a sip. “Yeah, I guess.”

Jackson leaned on his side, sizing you up. His eyes drifted up and down your body. He hated seeing you bent out of shape over a boy, least of all hot garbage like Lim Jaebeom.

After a pause, the following words dripped like honey off his tongue, “We could fool around, you know.”

You almost choked on your champagne, wondering if you heard him clearly or if it was a figment of your imagination. You exclaimed, “What?”

“You and me,” Jackson continued, sidling closer. “I could show you what all the fuss is about.”

He sounded so smug when he said that, his voice even deeper. You swallowed at the offer and asked, “Would that be awkward?”

“No, it would just be sex. No strings attached.”

The knife in your heart twisted and you peered at him. “Could you make me forget about Jaebeom?”

Jackson leaned in. “Baby, I could make you see stars.”

Heat flushed behind your cheeks and you glanced away, faltering under the sudden tension in the limousine. “I’ll think about it,” you finally told him.

Satisfied, Jackson grinned and made himself comfortable, opening the magazine again and proceeding to read.

You surveyed Jackson out of the corner of your eye, lingering on his thick thighs. Years of fencing had built him strong, sturdy. When Jackson said he could make you see stars, you were inclined to believe him.

Especially since the vast majority of his exes tended to brag about how good he was in bed.

You thought about Jaebeom. You wanted him to go crazy at the sight of you in Jackson’s arms. You craved revenge, to serve him a taste of his own medicine, no matter what it cost.

The car eventually came to a stop on the gravel road. Attendants were ready to unload your luggage and transport it to your respective rooms. It may have been a camp for unruly brats, but said brats came from very affluent parents.

An older woman stood by the gate, black hair glistening a little too fiercely in the sunlight. Clearly she had sprayed dye on her graying roots.

“Ah, you two again,” she grimaced at yours and Jackson’s approach.

You took the keys from her outstretched hand and continued on your way without a word. Jackson on the other hand, leaned in with puckered lips and jeered, “Always a pleasure, Miss Hamm.”

“Hmph.”

You continued on the path with your best friend in tow. Your cabin was in sight, on the bluff beside the lake. Jackson’s was adjacent, slightly lower down. Your parents made sure you had the same spots each year, always furnished and equipped with everything you needed.

Some of the campers lived in bunkhouses with other roommates, but not you. Your first year, you swore to your mother if you were forced to bunk with other girls you would not stop until you got yourself sent home. It was an easy compromise to make. She loved traveling during the summer with stepfather number two.

You stopped and pivoted to Jackson, saying, “I’m gonna go freshen up.”

“Alright,” he replied. “Meet at the mess hall?”

Naturally his mind was on food, you mused. “Of course.”

Jackson looped an arm around your waist and pulled you in for a hug, whispering in your ear, “Don’t hide in there from him. Remember - I got your back.”

You nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek in gratitude.

The two of you broke away at the fork in the road, taking opposite paths to your cabins.

Dropping your purse, you plopped down on the brand new mattress, gripping the sides and looking down at your shoes. The air conditioning had been turned on, the cabin had already cooled off. You would never know how hot it was outside whilst inside your pink-themed prison.

The camp was meant to reform. It didn’t matter that you were a legal adult, you still belonged to a rich and influential family in high society. It was like the parents knew their spoiled, entitled children would indulge in bad behaviors, therefore it was best they did so in controlled environments.

You already imagined the endless nights of booze and debauchery awaiting you for the next three months. Maybe it was time you embraced the darker side of life like you used to, rather than wasting away and pining over a boy.

Rising from the bed, you approached the nearby bathroom and braced your hands on the sink. Studying your reflection, you wanted to curse. You looked like a shadow of your former self.

The girl you knew was confident, vivacious, and a rebel to the core. You were quieter now, tempered. An experience like last summer had opened your eyes to how cruel the world really was.

Still, you were ready to buck up. Jackson had a plan and you were willing to execute if it meant you would have some kind of absolution. Splashing water on your face, you dabbed your cheeks with a cloth and headed outside.

The largest of the buildings, the mess hall was loud and chaotic. The majority of kids went straight to the line for food, hungry after a long trip. The place was alive with a hundred different conversations, varying levels of chatter. Friends reunited dramatically in the aisleways.

You searched for a friendly face, desperate to avoid Jaebeom for now, and spotted a head of platinum hair. Approaching the scrawny boy, you grabbed a handful of blond locks and teased, “Bam, I thought you were gonna let your poor scalp breathe?”

Bambam didn’t flinch at the brief tug on his head and turned to meet your grin with one of his own. “Hey, beautiful,” he exclaimed, leaping up to envelope you in a warm hug. “Thought you were gonna try and avoid this place for once?”

“Yeah, well,” you said coolly with a shrug. “Bad behaviors are hard to break.”

“You’re telling me,” huffed Bambam as he lowered back onto the row with you at his side. “I landed myself back here in the first week of the semester.”

You laughed, smoothing down where you had disrupted his hair. “I expect nothing less.” Looking across the table, you met eyes with Bambam’s best friend and partner in crime, Yugyeom, and greeted, “Hey, Yugy.”

“Hi. I’m glad you came back! Well, not glad, obviously, but…,” Yugyeom rambled, cheeks reddening. “Happy you’re here. You know, it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thanks,” you replied shyly.

“Any sign of Jackson?” Bambam asked, glancing around. “Don’t you always come together?”

Yugyeom kindly pushed his plate of fruit in your direction and you thanked him. “Yeah, we did. He was supposed to meet me here,” you answered, popping a grape in your mouth.

“Probably sneaking a smoke with Mark,” Bambam grumbled quietly under his breath.

Yugyeom cleared his throat loudly, looking at something behind you.

Just as you turned around, brows stitched, someone sat at your side.

It was Jaebeom.

He didn’t face the table like the rest of you, he straddled the seat, squarely in your direction.

“Hi, baby girl. Imagine my surprise when I heard about all the trouble you got yourself into,” Jaebeom taunted, clicking his tongue in feigned reproach. His fingertips came to your temple, slipping through your loose hair and tucking it behind your ear.

You couldn’t breathe and you certainly couldn’t think. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He smelled so good. The mere touch of his fingers made you freeze in place. You wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I…,” you trailed, hesitating, lost for words. What the hell were you supposed to say?

I love you, but I hate you.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Jaebeom cooed, stroking a finger over your cheek. “Cat got your tongue?”

You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes. Even Yugyeom seethed at how Jaebeom was toying with you.

This was the humiliation you had been anticipating and dreading. You knew Jaebeom wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to remind you that he stole your heart and your virginity and left you with nothing.

The whole camp knew that you had given it up. That you had been such a fool to believe for a second that Jaebeom loved you.

Blind. Blind. Blind, you chanted in your head.

Jackson appeared out of thin air, grabbing Jaebeom’s wrist and pulling him from you. “Can I help you find something?” your best friend snapped.

Jaebeom rose, agitated at being challenged. “The fuck are you doing, Wang?”

Jackson drifted closer to Jaebeom, aggressive. “Keep your hands off my girl.”

Jaebeom’s eyes widened. “Your girl?”

“You heard me,” Jackson hissed, turning to you.

You remembered the game. Jackson’s eyes were expectant.

Finding your voice, you took a breath. “I’m so sorry to break the news to you, Jaebeom,” you began softly, rising from your seat and backing into Jackson, who didn’t miss a beat in wrapping his arms possessively around you. “I’ve moved onto bigger and better things. And I mean much, much bigger.”

Bambam beat his fist on the table, cackling wildly.

Jaebeom scowled, but there was skepticism bold in his eyes. Jackson promptly wiggled his brows and stroked his hands on your waist, intentionally making your shirt ride up.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us,” you sang, interlacing your fingers with Jackson’s underneath the hem of your shirt. “We’re gonna go make out in the hallway. Seeing Daddy get territorial really does it for me.”

Jackson wagged his tongue at Jaebeom, gladly laughing at his expense, as you squeezed his hand and proceeded to drag your best friend behind you into the hallway.

Jaebeom watched you go, eyes narrowed. Something didn’t sit right with him. He had known you for years, Jackson too. He couldn’t imagine driving you into Jackson’s arms. Not with how fierce and loyal your friendship was.

He didn’t believe it for a second.

Once in the clear, you backed against the wall and giggled. “Oh my god, did you see his face?” you exclaimed, covering your mouth as you chuckled.

Jackson tickled your sides and joked, “Look at your little sick and twisted self. I’m so proud.”

The door next to you opened and like clockwork, Jaebeom stepped out.

The grin vanished from your face in an instant and you quickly grabbed Jackson by the collar, yanking him forward. Jackson collided into you none too gently and grunted, silenced only by your lips suddenly on his.

Jaebeom could hardly believe his eyes. There you were, swept up in Jackson’s arms with your tongue down his throat. He was green with fucking envy. It had taken him a whole summer to open you up and now you were throwing yourself at Jackson of all people.

Jackson slipped his hands beneath your shirt and roamed his hands up your sides, giving Jaebeom a glimpse of your soft skin. You overlapped your arms around his head, making little noises in the heat of his kisses.

Jaebeom felt a twitch in his pants at the sounds you made. That was supposed to be him. You were supposed to be in his arms, kissing him like he was all you had thought about every day since he ripped your heart out and crushed it in his hand for all to see.

“Pfft,” Jaebeom snorted, hiding his jealousy. “Glad I could break her in for you, Jacks.”

Neither of you heard him, which was lucky for Jaebeom because Jackson would not have hesitated to beat him to a bloody pulp.

Jaebeom cleared out. He couldn’t stand to watch anymore. Not when he had spent every day wondering if you would forgive him. Jaebeom shook his head as he continued down the hall, reminded what a stupid fucking mistake he had made.

Kissing Jackson made you forget what you were doing, where you were, and basically any and all information you were meant to be processing at the moment. Finally a sense of clarity hit you, though you had no earthly clue where it had come from.

Breaking away, you panted, “Okay, if we’re gonna do this, we have to lay down some ground rules.”

Jackson kneaded your waist and nipped at your lips, ever flirtatious. His voice came out a rasp when he said, “Give ‘em to me.”

“No sleeping around,” you told him sternly. “I’ve never had a sexually transmitted disease and I’m not starting now.”

Jackson bobbed his head, eager to kiss you again. “Deal.”

“When you get Yeona or I get Jaebeom, what’s between us is done.”

“Agreed.”

You softened, pulling him close for a brief, innocent peck on the lips. It wasn’t the first time you had kissed Jackson and it wouldn’t be the last.

But you realized when you were kissing Jackson, you forgot about Jaebeom and your feelings.

And that was dangerous.

“You’re my best friend,” you whispered delicately, tracing hair from his brow lightly with your fingers. “If either of us starts getting feelings, we shut this down.”

Jackson studied you a moment. He knew he loved you. He had loved you a long time. But it was an innocent love, not a complicated one. You were the only person he trusted with his heart. The only person he knew would never hurt him.

He wouldn’t catch feelings for you, would he? It wasn’t in his nature. He didn’t allow himself to get attached romantically. He hated the idea of commitment or monogamy, after seeing what his parents’ marriage had devolved into.

“Got it,” Jackson finally said, offering a gentle smile.

You swallowed, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back. Jaebeom was gone. There was no one to convince anymore.

Jackson let his hands slip from your body. “We should go back.”

You nodded. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

Jackson noted the heat on your face, the glistening of your lips and the twinkles in your eyes. Forget making you see stars, Jackson knew in that moment he could absolutely ruin you.

He gathered you back in his arms, pulling you flush against him, and as you peered up at him confusedly, Jackson growled, “Let’s go to my cabin.”

A long, heavy silence wrapped around you and him. The weight of what you were doing landed squarely on your shoulders. And despite that, you found yourself not giving a damn.

Lips tugging in a smile, you purred, “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

But even as Jackson led you by the hand out of the mess hall, you glanced over your shoulder, looking for Jaebeom.

Wanting him to see. Wanting it to hurt him. Wanting to make him crazy.

But mostly, just wanting him to love you.

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[tintentrinkerin]

nothing on my tongue but hallelujah...

Rating: Explicit

Pairing:

Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Jared/various, Jared/Alex Calvert

Warnings: 

Gangbang, Barebacking, Jealousy, Top Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles, Religious Cults, Power Dynamics

Summary: Jared's Cult, the "Church of Grace" is a peaceful and harmonic little community in the South. Then young Jensen appears and rocks the Cult leader's world - moreoever, it rattles Alex awake, who's been sure to be his leader's most loved member.

Written upon request

Word Count: 9.9k

Read below the cut or on AO3

Kudos are love <3

The Divine Five Pillars of “Church of Grace”

Obedience

Purity

Community

Free Love

Kindness

The “Creed”

I believe in God, the Father and the Almighty,

who created the world, the people, the seas, the animals and the trees.

I believe in God’s son, who is his true Vicar on Earth

For he brings joy, love, community, kindness and hope. 

I reject the Devil and his kin. I turn my whole existence to 

the true Vicar of the Holy Father. 

I hereby swear to follow the five divine rules of the Church

and give myself into the hands of God’s most graceful creation.

May He and God’s Angels lead me into Paradise.

Amen.

2 Corinthians 11:13-15 

For such men are false apostles, deceitful workmen, disguising themselves as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants, also, disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds.

Siddharta Gautama

Through true honesty deeply believe that all sentient-beings are one.That all beings have the same true nature, wisdom, virtue.

If people knew how much effort it took to get an orgy going, they probably wouldn’t even bother and settle for porn instead. 

Jared and Alex had to plan every monthly “gathering” very thoroughly, especially, when new recruits and adepts arrived. The new boys and girls would maybe chicken out at first, but that wouldn’t be punished. Later, yes. At their first time? No. Jared was very kind to those he found. In other communities they’d be punished right on spot. But Jared, no no, he wasn’t that barbaric. He wanted everyone to feel happy and included. Everyone had to use the headquarter’s communal showers or baths after they had an extensive cleansing plan, to purify their body and also a very intense work out session. All for purity’s sake. Jared loves purity. 

The garden behind the Church of Grace’s headquarters was around 400 acres, enough space to celebrate free love, the holy spirit within all of us, and most importantly, worship the true Vicar of God on Earth. Forget Jesus. 

Jared was pleased when he saw his usual very busy adepts who were about to be initiated in the second step of Priesthood. They were so eager and they had a fantastic taste in decorating. There will be a bonfire, it’s May 1st after all, one of Jared’s favorite dates for a gathering. Pagans used to celebrate Beltane, well, they still do. In tiny groups, the Wiccans and the Druids. He has no affiliations with them, but as a shepherd of his sheep he needs to be informed. Wise. He wants to be the one who can answer all their questions, give interpretations. His interpretations. His view of the world. And in his world, only his Church will bring them peace and harmony and closer to God’s grace and mercy. 

The bonfire wood is piled right in the center of the garden, the part of the garden that members are allowed to see and walk on. Around the bonfire a lot of big wooden logs are placed for the followers of Jared to sit on. As soon as the fire burnt down a little bit and some chalices of holy wine were emptied and some delicious weed was consumed, the orgy might start. Jared will let the believers start first. There’s always a couple or a single horny person that will start wooing a person of their interest. Jared will join later, when the ecstasy is palpable and the adepts play the drums, letting the mass of naked bodies find their rhythm. Behind the huge pile for the bonfire, there’s Jared’s seat. A massive chair made of dark wood, polished, carvings all over. Still a thing someone could find a little too pagan, but Jared doesn’t care. The truth is what he speaks, not the others. And the truth is, that people still are just the same as in the early Middle Ages. The same things struck them with awe, and it’s not churches in white marble and Jesus hanging from crosses. Nature and it’s forces, the hidden desires. Intimate, primal and authentic. That’s his motto. No nude angel chiseled out of porcelain will make people feel this kind of raw euphoria and devotion as a bonfire and some drums do. Let the drums shake their cores and make their blood rage. This is how you make people feel their primal truth, and then, they’ll realize why doing this once a month is so freeing. They will get back to work, back to Jared’s mass, satisfied and their needs soothed. Then they will happily obey, stay pure, pray and make the community itself a functional unit of people with the same values.

And their money. It’s always gonna end up in such a community running itself, on donations, the members’ money and other things. 

When the sun sets, the members of the community sit down on the wooden banks or logs, or they bring a white towel to sit on. Jared counts the members and everyone is there. Alex sits beside Jared’s chair, obeissant. 

The white flowy cult dresses start billowing in the wind. Jared sits down on his chair, with a graceful flowing movement. He’s dressed in white too, linen, see through even when dry. When he sits all the heads turn to him. In the twilight of the remaining sunbeam, you could think, Jared just descended from heaven. He likes that idea. He raises his arms and in his strong, rough voice he proclaims “Brothers, sisters, it’s time for our monthly celebration. You cleansed your bodies, you prayed and did good service to the community. Now is the time to reward you, my brothers and sisters. Let’s have the holy communion, break bread and offer it to your neighbours, offer wine to your friends. Connect.” There’s faint applause and Jared puts his hand down. “No need to applaud, my dear sister, tonight, we celebrate you and your devotion and purity!”

He turns to Alex, dressed in white linen trousers. “Brother Alex will light  the fire and then, brothers and sisters, enjoy the bread and wine, let your spirits flow and find your matches for tonight!”

The crowd cheers and they end the chorus with a loud and enthusiastic “Amen!”

“Amen!”Jared echoes and his voice layers upon everything else.

When he sits down and Alex lights up the fire he watches all these people, the four new recruits. A young cute redhead girl, she looks like condensed sunshine - a young boy, looks like he’s here because the redhead is here (he’d be weeded out tonight) - another redhead, looking fierce. A snake. He might take a closer look at her - and then, there is Green Eyes. The boy that Jared picked himself. Usually one of his lower assistants would pick them but this time, Jared had to intervene. He needed these assistants to weed out the no go’s just before Jared could even see them. He couldn’t check on every person willing to join, they needed to make a first sighting and then the few ones who might be of Jared’s interest, would be invited to meet the True Vicar himself. Usually, that was 10 out of 200 or even less. And Jared was just as rigorous with ditching the foul seeds. But Green Eyes was his favorite all along. Those eyes… 

Alex breaks the loaf of bread and offers it to Jared. Of course, he’s on his knees and only looks up when Jared takes the half of the loaf and gives him his blessing.

“May you be blessed by our Lord and his Angels,” Jared says very formally. Alex looks up, his face has tiny sprinkles of ash on them already and his robe turned transparent from the sweat. He’s decent. Will he try as the first one today? Like always? 

“May you be blessed by your Father, Our Lord and his Angels,” Alex replies until Jared gestures to him to stay up. 

“Amen.” 

“Amen.”

Jared eats and then receives the wine from Alex too. That’s a golden rule. As his personal assistant, Alex receives the blessings from Jared. Just after him, anyone is able to be blessed by their Master. They share half of the bread, they will need the rest later. In this community it is not necessary to receive Jared’s blessing to consume the holy communion as his liberal practice says that any true believer in their community, on one of the 12 holy days of their community “gathering”, can offer and receive blessings from a brother or a sister. Jared’s happy about that, because blessing 120 people would make him pass out drunk and he can’t have that. He is in control. And he needs to stay in control, too. 

Around him, the wine, the food are eaten and some herbal cigarettes are lit, the thick smell of weed is everywhere. Four cult members responsible for music start playing the drums and flutes now. Quietly still, just a hint that soon, the gathering will start with their original purpose. The physical and mental connection of the members with each other. Jared can already see people who are done eating, wine tipsy and a little herbally relaxed. Hands wander under togas and robes, simple shirts and wide hippie trousers. Alex stays with Jared, looking down on the obedient sheep doing what they’re supposed to do. The fabric in his crotch is tenting. One look in Alex’ face tells Jared everything.

“You won’t give up, huh?”

Alex shakes his head. “No. I will never give up.”

Jared now stands up and stretches like a cat that has just awoken and now is on their way to do some mischief. “Boy, all of you try so hard, but none of you can take it.”

“It’s about receiving your mercy,” Alex says, now sounding a little sulky. 

Jared heads towards the bonfire where some couples (or more) are intertwined with each other, laying on the bare grass, sitting on logs or they found a nice spot on the white towels everyone brought. Right in the center, around the fireplace, it is too hot to sit there. Jared makes his rounds, ruffles some hair here, kisses a girl there, even helps a young girl settle on her lover’s cock.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he coos, “that’s how you show your love and devotion.”

She would be too tight and small for him though. All the women here would surely love to try again and again, but none of them would be prepared for his cock. 

When he is done doing rounds around the bonfire he sits down on an empty white blanket and just like it’s natural, the free members gather around him. The drums start playing a hard and catchy rhythm. 

The psychology behind music and rhythm. His members really know how to play a mass of people and put their bodies in the right directions. Alex joins and everyone respects Jared’s assistant too much to try and get Jared before him. In absolute devotion, Alex pulls Jared’s white linen pants down to his naked ankles, then off his naked feet. The participants murmur and gasp, such a delight every time. Jared didn’t wear boxer briefs or anything else underneath and so, everyone can admire his massive cock. It’s big, the erection growing strong and hard and the tip bounces against Jared’s toned six pack, above his belly button. Even Alex with his long filigrane and very skilled fingers can’t wrap around the shaft fully. 

They all watch, not even Alex dares to touch him yet. 

“You. Alex. Claire. You were such a good team last time. Would you show me how perfectly you harmonize?”

The blonde girl blushes deep red and Alex first raises an eyebrow. It’s clear who he wants, but he would never deny one of Jared’s commands. And that’s what it is. A command. 

Alex pushes Claire on all fours, one strong hand in her hair and presses her down while he sucks on two of his fingers and then penetrates her with them. She squeals and giggles, but before Alex fucks her he knows he has to give his true interest a show, and he will. While fingering her he presses his face between her buttcheeks and starts sucking. The scene gets very loud with pleasure noises very soon and another guy asks to accompany them. 

Jared supports himself with one arm and the other he uses to stroke his cock, throbbing and hot, he loves it when his followers put on such a show. He’s leaking some precum already and a boy next to him looks at it. Greedy and inexperienced. Jared doesn’t let him taste yet, and instead the nameless boy bends down to kiss Jared’s very muscular thighs. Another follower starts doing the same on the other side, everything with Jared stroking himself slowly. He wants to enjoy every minute of it. His toes are sucked on, submissive followers suck them like it’s his massive member. The first brave adepts gather around them too and Jared can’t help but smile. People stroke his hair, kiss his neck and leave their marks, but what Jared really needs is someone taking his cock like a champion. He knows he’s intimidating. Thick and lock, and even grows bigger when hard. The first adept who is bold enough to come forward is very much welcome. He has himself oiled pretty well, he smells flowery and when he sinks on Jared’s cock (just the tip!), he freezes. 

“Oh… God”, he hisses, “oh my f… so big…” Jared smirks, his hands on the twink boys hips. Such a beautiful boy, Jared would love to fuck him and fill him up, but it looks like he is already failing at the tip. 

“Go slow, my dear,” Jared says nonetheless. A guru can hope. 

Two hands on his shoulders push the boy farther down and he cries out, half in pleasure, but also in pain. The hands disappear and the young man on Jared’s cock looks like he’s about to cry. 

“It’s too much for you, hm?”

The boy nods and gets up, legs shaking. You can tell he never had a guy fuck his ass before, bonus points for using oil as lube. He might try again after he gets used to it with another cult member. He stammers an apology. Jared pulls him down for a second and presses his thumb on the boy’s forehead. 

“I bless you, brother.”

It’s a ritual, it’s a necessity, or the boy will maybe consider leaving. But most of the boys, like Alex, stay close to Jared and try it again and again and again. Some people are overachievers, maybe one day it will be successful. 

The boy mumbles an Amen and then strolls away, looking for another group he can find a place in. Jared still feels the tight ass of this boy and, damn, how much he loves it when they’re tight, maybe an anal virgin even, and he’s the first to fuck them. Another brother sucks him off, but  he also has trouble swallowing more of Jared’s wand than just the tip. His sucking is superb, ambitious even. Drool runs down his throbbing cock, damn, he even makes delicious sounds! Jared’s head falls back and he wishes he could blow his first load, but all these attempts of his followers just leave him just ‘almost coming. The man takes him deeper now but is interrupted by heavy gagging and he has to give up. Now it’s Alex who claims to be next. Alex is the kind of guy who acts like a passionate lover with anyone, even though he only craves  Jared’s attention. He’s open and gaping already, must've gotten into a very nice threeway with Kathryn and the other member. Alex sinks on Jared’s cock, his back pressed against Jared’s sweaty chest. Alex is able to take more than just Jared’s tip after extensive dilating practice or when he’s been fucked already by two or more of his brothers of the Church, but that leaves Jared only semi turned on, too. He feels loose, not as tight as when he tried it the first time and cried for several minutes because Jared’s dick almost tore him apart. It’s enough to make Jared cum and bless Alex with an intense prostate orgasm, but still Jared is not satisfied. When Alex leaves and some others follow him to the pool, he sits down again, crotch still throbbing, his need still not satisfied. Around him the orgy is at its peak, no one is alone by now, everyone is sharing their love and energies. Jared is gifted, his cock is ready again five minutes later and he mounts that ginger woman, the adept. But she winces when he’s halfway in and Jared has to pull out. She’s biter and a scratcher, her thick accent is sexy and he makes her cum multiple times with his tongue and fingers, but he holds back now, he waits for the perfect one. Someone to form a union with. A tight one, but skilled and resilient. A man that can take his cock and even if it hurts a little, push through. 

Jared sinks down on one of the blankets, lies down and stares in the clear starry night, a follower brings him a pillow and others massage his thighs and arms, his feet. God, yes, his feet are so sensitive. Another guy shyly asks if he may be of service and when Jared opens his eyes and looks up it’s Green Eyes. He hasn’t seen the boy since the beginning of the orgy. Jared immediately hikes up and shoos his other followers away. 

“Sure, sit with me.”

The boy with the forbidden pretty pouty lips, the rough voice and piercing green eyes sits down, facing the self proclaimed Vicar of God.

“You want to be of service, what was your name again? I’m sorry that I have to ask, I am terrible with names – most people change theirs after initiation anyway and that’s what stays in my memory.”

Green Eyes looks at him. “I’m Jensen.”

“Hello Jensen. I’m glad you came to our monthly free love gathering. Is that the kind of religious practice you seek?” 

A girl offers them some bread and a chalice of wine, plus some mushrooms on the side.

“It would be an honor, Jensen, to break the bread and drink the wine with you. Mushrooms are not mandatory if you’re allergic to that kind.”

Jensen grins and echoes the girl’s “amen” and gives her a smile. It’s gotten a bit quiet around them, some followers watch Jared and his new recruit very, very closely. 

“I don’t want to break the protocol, who is supposed to break the bread and offer it?” Jensen asks with a shy grin. Jared chuckles.

“We do not have a strict protocol, not on these special nights when we celebrate freedom and harmony. And free love. When we surrender to our primal instinct, you understand?”

Jensen nods seriously. “Yes, I get that.”

He rips off a piece of loaf then a second and offers one to Jared without the ceremonial motto. Jared ignores that (at least today) and receives the bread. “May you be blessed by our Lord and his Angels,” he says, presses his thumb on Jensen’s forehead and mumbles an “Amen”. Jensen echoes again, then takes a bite. When he’s done Jared offers him the wine with the same motto, and this time Jensen copies it, even though the Vicar is addressed during that sentence with “May you be blessed by your Father, our Lord and his Angels”. He will learn that, Jared will make sure of it. 

No one dares to come any closer after they’ve been offered shrooms, bread and wine. Some couples, or whole piles of copulating people don’t care what’s around them but some very devoted followers of Jared’s doctrine watch their Messiah and the new man very closely. Some are envious. Some are in awe of these two beautiful men sharing the body of Jesus Christ (strictly speaking Jared’s ‘brother’, just a few thousand years earlier) in such a manner. Jared’s tanned body glistens in the light and sparks of the bonfire and his hair started curling a little lately. Several people’s eyes turn wet. Given the beauty of their leader. Or given the fact there’s a new boy in town. And this boy is too pretty for his own good.

II

The wine is dry and aromatic, nothing you would just chug down and Jensen and Jared empty four chalices which are refilled by a maid that was brave enough to disturb her leader and the new recruit. It’s gotten chill and the bonfire shrinks and shrinks, some members of the Church try to revive it for a little longer and throw thick and heavy branches on it, along with brushwood that would burn easily and then transfer the fire over to the branches.

Just like in the 16th up to the 18th century – this is how you build a pyre to burn witches.

Jensen carefully, even a little shy now, lays a hand on Jared’s leg. The leader is surprised, given his attitude and behaviour he didn’t count on Jensen to take part in the orgy, he seemed more the watching type. The bonfire reflects in his intense green eyes and Jared feels an aching towards his new recruit. 

Now he realizes that Jensen’s white shorts are tenting. The way he looks up at Jared, through his thick blonde eyelashes it’s absolutely acting. Jensen is not that shy. Maybe a little. 

“The others told me…” Jensen started, “that I should under no circumstances give in to your… advances. You would, how did they say… tear me apart…? I wonder why…”

Jared snorts as an answer. Amused. His followers keep saying this to either see if someone’s brave enough to come forward right in their first few months here or if they’ll chicken out. 

“Well!” He has to laugh again. “Look, I think you’ve… you’ve watched a little without participating in this celebration, right? You’re still dressed, to my dismay!”

Jensen blushes, one hand on his crotch. Now, this reaction is a little more honest. 

“I can, I mean…”

Jared laughs louder now and then lays his hand on Jensen’s, that is covering his erect penis.

“Don’t make it awkward, Jensen, it’s fine. Not many participate in their first orgy and you are not obliged to, either. This is about free love. Father gave us free will for a reason. Because without free will, there is no love on this Earth.” 

There’s one streak of Jensen’s chin long hair, it’s styled but now the hairspray or the gel isn’t working it’s magic anymore. Jared brushes the strand behind Jensen’s ear. He’s closer to the recruit now and Jensen’s hand under his pulls away for the messiah to feel what’s underneath. 

“Regarding your concern about ripping you apart… I would never. But as you can see…”

Jensen’s eyes fixate on Jared’s growing cock and he gulps visibly.

“Yes, I…”, he looks up again, doe eyed and his mouth slightly opened, his pink silky tongue wets his lips. 

“You have the face of an angel, do you know that? I wonder what hides behind that…”

Jared’s voice is low and rough now, he groans when under his fingers Jensen’s cock jumps. 

“Jared, but… what if I can’t--”

“Shush, I’ll prepare you for it. And we have masses of oils. We’ll go slow. Very slow.”

A whisper erupts amongst the witnesses, their leader and idol! – wooing Jensen. A newbie. Some figures in the dark hurry for more oil, whole cans of it, juices, towels and fresh clothes. This is a choreography of duty to care for Jared. Everyone knows this is an occasion they won’t be able to witness that often. So far only one person could take Jared’s cock and fulfill his most aching wish. 

It’s Alex’s now hated duty to bring it all over to the blanket where Jensen climbs in Jared’s lap, panting faintly between two very passionate kisses. There’s fresh bread, more wine, water from the Church’s own well, fresh clothes for both and a big bottle of lube, oil based. It will stain every inch of fabric it’ll meet. Jared doesn’t even look up at him when he retreats, but he throws a ‘thank you’ in his direction. As soon as Alex is out of reach he is forgotten. 

Jared takes his time with this one. His commune members are in such harmony with each other already that prolonged foreplay isn’t necessary, but of course encouraged. Jensen is vocal, moans in their kisses and Jared loves the effort and the devotion he shows already. Jared pulls Jensen’s clothes off and bathes in the glow of this beautiful sight. Jensen’s skin is flawless, soft. It’s a joy touching him. Jensen pulls him in another kiss and arches in the leader’s strong arms - so responsive, in every way! 

“I want to try it,” Jensen then whispers, shakily.

“What exactly?”

“Take you. Suck you.”

Jared chuckles and gets up, pulls Jensen along on his lap. Jensen’s hand is big, he has deliciously thick fingers and Alex would appreciate some good fingering from him. He should introduce these two a little later

Jensen slides between Jared’s legs, who’s supporting himself with his arms to be able to watch Jensen try and gag on his cock. Jared senses some of his sisters and brothers coming closer, silently, to not interrupt them in their exploration ritual. He can’t blame them for being curious, and this is the exact purpose of their monthly gathering. Enjoy each other freely. 

Jensen’s mouth waters and when he opens his lips, a thick streak of drool runs down his face and chin. He doesn’t hesitate to bend down and wrap his lips around Jared’s tip.

A moment of breathless silence from everywhere. 

Jensen. slides. deeper. 

Jared moans and his head falls between his shoulder blades, so that he can see the clear starry night sky.

He will stop now, it’s too much. Oh God it’s too much, he can’t do it, Jared thinks, and then he starts praying Please let him go deeper. 

Jensen’s mouth feels tight, soft, and hot and he produces so much drool, it makes it messy. Perfectly messy. Jared’s head falls foward again and he watches Jensen taking him inch by fucking inch. Jared’s cock disappears in Jensen’s tight throat to the root. Jared stays perfectly still and tries to not even move a hair’s breadth. Jensen’s hand slightly presses on Jared’s stomach and then pulls away slowly. Painfully slowly, while working Jared’s incredibly thick shaft with his tongue. As soon as he’s able to look up to Jared everyone can see streaks of tears in his angelic face and his flushed cheeks. He keeps on working Jared’s tip, circling the bundle of nerves under the tip and then, with a high pitched gasp, pulls away completely.

He looks over to Jared and smiles. “Did I do good?”

Jared nods. It’s been ages since someone took him completely. It takes all of his willpower to not grab in Jensen’s hair and force his mouth down again to suck him off.. and then fuck his recruit’s face. He would gag and whine so pretty…. Jared needs a moment to breathe in and out very deeply, call himself to reason. 

“You are perfect,” he says, his voice shaky. “By the Angels, you are the best.”

Jensen blushes even deeper and looks away. He notices the other believers have gathered around them. Jared combs through his hair. He feels that Jensen now really is shy.. that’s not a show.

“Don’t bother, my dear. They won’t touch you if you don’t want to. I’m here for you and only you. Okay?”

Jensen nods. “So I really did good? Did no one before me take you that deep? I mean it’s a bit tricky but -”

Some of the watchers moan. 

“Did I say something wrong?”

“They all tried, dear. And failed. I guess you just earned yourself a title.”

Some of the watchers lurk in the dark, some are illuminated by the fainting bonfire. The sound of drums is gone. Jared watches Jensen look around and get used to it, after all. Then he turns to Jared and grins.

“I will work to keep the title then…,”

Jared pushes his delicious mouth on his cock again, and yes, fuck, holy fuck YES, Jensen can take him. He takes him so deep that Jared can feel his throat tighten and contract, but he’s not gagging in the bad way. Tears fall and drool runs down his reasonably thick shaft. Jared’s hand grips in Jensen’s hair and pulls. Jensen utters a surprised but pleased moan and keeps going faster and faster. One hand sneaks around Jared’s balls and massages them. Jared’s hips buck up and Jensen needs a break for a second, deep, hectic breathing, his teary eyes, the rest of the bonfire glistens in his eyes. Jared has a hard time holding back his possessive nature when Jensen just worships him like that. Faint and aroused moans around them show Jared that the others enjoy Jensen’s show as well. Some couples even have started fucking. Girls stand close by, rubbing their swollen and wet parts. 

“Look around,” he orders Jensen, “look around, how much love you spark.”

“Your voice… so deep… so much deeper,” Jensen is still fighting for breath. It makes Jared only crazier. 

“That’s you, you do that to me.” 

Jensen’s hand is still stroking him. Jared would be ready to come just now, preferably he’d shoot his massive load right in his throat, but what he wants even more, what’s the source of the deepest aching is the longing to finally be inside someone fully. He wants to ram his cock in Jensen up to the root and make him come first, then Jared could let go. 

“You’re close,” Jensen whispers and presses a kiss on Jared’s lips. “I swallow if you’re into that…”

Jared’s answer is a low and growl. “What I really want…”

“Let me guess… you want to fuck me? Here in front of all these people?”Jensen sounds out of breath, thrilled, over excited. His hands are shaking when he pulls himself on Jared’s lap.

Jared holds him close, his raging, painfully hard cock pressing on Jensen’s asshole. It’s slick from all this spit, but he wouldn’t dare to just enter him now, without warning. Without giving him something to chew on while Jared has to push his way in. 

“Free love. My pleasure is their pleasure,” Jared manages to say. He’s very proud to have that uttered in a manner that makes him seem still in control of himself. 

Jensen laughs quietly and then climbs down Jared’s lap. He stands up. And everyone can take a look at this beautiful body, shaped by God to strike people in awe. His own cock is thick and looks just delicious, Jared might want to get a taste one day, too. Then Jensen turns around and lowers on all fours, his perfectly shaped ass in Jared’s direction, head down, almost submissive. 

“Make your pleasure my pleasure,” he whispers, only Jared seems to hear it. 

Men and women formed a crescent around them now, the opening pointing to the dying fire. Jared licks his lips while he squeezes a very lavish amount of oil in his hand. He doesn’t cover his cock yet, he will help Jensen first. He enters him with one finger and Jensen bucks away first, in surprise but then lowers himself on the finger, starts fucking himself with it. His broken and sweet moans make Jared’s blood boil and also the participants around them start jerking harder. One hand gesture from Jared, and his followers stop. They shouldn’t finish before Jensen does, that’s just and right. 

“More,” Jensen demands, looking behind him with big teary eyes. His pupils are tiny and the iris of a thick and rich green. Jared gives him more. Jensen literally sucks the second finger in and when Jared starts massaging his prostate from outside with his thumb, Jensen cries out, stretching more and swallowing Jared’s long fingers to the root. He gasps tiny “oh god’s” and “fuck’s”. And then Jared isn’t able to hold the urge back and test if Jensen really is what Jared needs. Someone who fits him. He covers his long member with a lot of oil and also spreads generous amounts around Jensen’s anus.

“You think you’re ready, yeah?”

Jensen nods. “Positive.”

He even grabs his buttcheeks and pulls them apart, Jared has perfect sight of his slightly mouthing, dilated hole and all he has to do… He gulps violently, but then places his tip on Jensen’s entrance and sloooowly pushes in. Inch for inch. Jensen has to let go of his buttcheeks and his hands press on Jared’s hips.

“Holy… sh…”, Jensen huffs, “Is swearing even allowed?”

“Too much?”

“It’s a lot, but not too much… fuck…” 

Jensen breathes heavily but slowly, as slowly as Jared goes, his hands don’t push against him anymore and Jared can slide in even deeper. He’s amazed by how Jensen’s hole just swallows him, inch by delicious inch. He’s tight, extremely tight, thanks to the thick oily lube he won’t be hurt. Quite the opposite. Jared pushes in, freezes and rubs over Jensen’s back, soothing him. Jensen doesn’t need that much soothing though, after a few seconds of Jared holding perfectly still and just twothree inches away from going inside all the way he sinks against Jared’s hips, taking him fully with a low, needy moan that seems to last an eternity. 

“Please… move…” he moans, while Jared still holds Jensen’s hips and stares. Just stares in awe.

He really did it.

Jared can’t believe it’s really happening, that he feels so close to someone, again, finally, after such a long time. As he doesn’t start moving, Jensen rolls his hips back and forth, his back stretches and his hands clawing in the blanket. He just fucks himself on Jared’s member, doesn’t wait any longer and the moans he utters are - there is no other word -- they’re downright vulgar. It shows how much he lets go and it washes Jared away, his fingertips dig into Jensen’s hips as he meets his recruit’s pace. Now Jensen cries out, the words and moans just drop from his lips, he wants more, and Jared can feel how greedy he is. 

The audience around them is a choir of pleasure sounds, each of them takes Jared up so high he feels like he’s more than drunk. More than high. He feels like he’s elevating.

“Jared… Harder!” 

Jared fucks him harder. Jensen around him stretches and clenches like he wants to milk him dry, make him cum, but not now. It’s too good to let it end too early, he’s been starved too long and he wants to enjoy every second of fucking this angelic but oh so slutty adept. No one ever met his pace, wanted to be fucked harder and harder, no one asked to be sore, but Jensen does.

His moans are so loud his voice breaks and trails off, chokes on his own sounds. Jared loses it at this point, he grips in Jensen’s glossy hair and pulls him on his knees, closer to his body. Pounding his ass now makes beautiful wet sounds. Jensen leans on Jared’s chest and reaches for the prophet’s ass to push him deeper. And deeper.

“Can’t get enough, huh?”Jared growls, his hand in Jensen’s hair is pulling stronger, the other on Jensen’s hip holds him steady. “Want every inch of me?”

Jensen nods, sobbing. “Yes, never been fucked so good… just how I need --” He can’t even finish the sentence, Jared’s mighty deep thrusts make his voice fade into a cry. “Oh, God!”

Jared needs to slow down just for a bit, give himself time to breathe and hold back the orgasm that’s building up. He’ll shoot a massive load for sure, he wants it to be worth it. He bites Jensen’s neck and feels the violent shudder. They cling onto each other, hands in hair, fingernails scratching and leaving red trails. 

“No, no, don’t stop now… I’m so close,” Jensen huffs, turns his head to Jared, their lips meet and Jared kisses him until both are too breathless, too close to be gentle or patient. 

When Jared picks up his pace again it’s only a matter of a few seconds until Jensen cries out and sinks back on all fours, hiding his face in the blanket. He doesn’t have to touch himself to cum, with a loud and guttural sound he spills. And spills. It’s such a mindblowing orgasm. Everything about it is perfect. Jensen’s moans, how he pulls out handfuls of grass. His clenching asshole around Jared. The amount of cum he splatters on the sheets. Jared bends forward, pulls Jensen’s face up and turns it to the crowd.

“Let them look at you,” he hisses, “share the love.”

And then Jared cums, grunting and thrusting as deep as he can. His cock pumps and pumps masses. He’s never come so hard, so long, so satisfying. For a couple of seconds he doesn’t know anymore where he ends and Jensen begins, that’s how good and intimate it feels. Jensen’s tightness squeezes him tight and makes it impossible to move or pull out. 

Jared collapses on Jensen’s back. He’s dizzy. He needs a moment.

Around them the noises turn from moans to grunts. Heavy breathing. Jared gestures to the watchers to stop jerking. He wants to have Jensen for himself for another moment when he pulls out. Jensen winces underneath him but his face just shows blissful exhaustion. Jared loves to watch his cum pouring out his partner’s holes and it’s no different tonight. Not after this divine intervention. Not after he’s been blessed with such a partner. 

It’s a lot. Jensen turns his head to Jared, his face puffy and red, strands of wet blonde hair on his forehead. And now there’s the hint of a smirk. 

“Did I do well?” he asks.

“I think you know…” Jared replies.

His hand strokes Jensen’s still half hard cock and Jensen moans. So sensitive. Next time, Jared might return the favor and suck that pretty cock.

“Your brothers and sisters want to show you how much they enjoyed watching you.”

Jensen looks around, then back to Jared.

Now the smirk is undeniable. 

“Let ‘em come.”

Jared gets up, his muscular body beaming in the light of the moon and embers of the fire. He feels like he’s about to rise above anything and anyone. This union has given him the deepest peace he could ever feel. He still feels painfully hard and when he looks down he still is. His glossy cock perks up, but he won’t take Jensen a second time and risk really tearing him apart. 

Jensen is on his knees, arms stretched forward like a satisfied lioness, sticking out his freshly bred ass to the audience.

“Children. Time to welcome Jensen in your midst.”

Alex approaches Jared to wash him off with a fresh wet cloth and a sponge while the others gather around Jensen. No one touches the recruit, after Jared united with him, but he will be showered in attention and much more.

Two days later, Jensen is still a bit sore. 

He didn’t sleep much on the night of the celebration, he’s been too hyped, too high from the rush of alcohol, adrenaline and sex. Especially the sex. He can still feel Jared’s massive pole in his ass and everytime he gives in to the memory he shudders and feels his white robe tent. 

Everything in this commune is white. The community houses in which the members live, white. The Church, white. Jared’s residence, white. The only thing that seems to be different is the massive wooden chair in which Jared sat during the celebration and watched his followers unify. 

The blankets are white, the towels, the plates. Purity is an important pillar of this group, and everyone who’s not familiar with the customs might argue that collective orgies aren’t really pure, but Jensen knows better already. Purity is based on keeping your body healthy. The diet here isn’t vegan, but the community has their own farm. 120 people need food and water. Most of them live and work here. On the farm where vegetables and fruits are grown seasonally, or they take care of the cattle, pigs and chickens. Others help keep the houses intact. 

Days are warm, the nights are pitchblack, there’s a lake and a river closeby. Women wash the clothes of the community. There is no “mine” and “yours” in the Church. There is only “we” and “us” and “our”. 

Jensen has his own room, because the morning after the orgy, after the morning prayers and morning sports, in the great hall at breakfast, Jared proclaimed that Jensen was indeed heaven sent. Chosen by the Angels. That makes him special enough to have his own room for a while and it helps him acclimate in this environment. Most new members need that. They come from their picket fence life in the suburbs or the pulsing lives of a big city. They had day jobs, night jobs, family, addictions and almost everyone of them has been materially wealthy. 

Everything that keeps them away from living a pure, devoted life with God is taken away here. Jared provides everything they need. 

Some take a week to find their place in the community, some struggle for years. Some pack their bags as soon as they realize that the sense community here also consists of freedom in love, friendships. Children are born in this community and are raised by everyone, not only their genetic parents. No one here claims to own someone or something.

Well.

At least they say so.

Alex’s room is - as it’s appropriate for his position - in Jared’s residence. This morning he decided to cut his shoulder long, honey blond hair and trim his long beard.

Purity doesn’t mean to be shaven clean or have short hair. Purity comes from the heart, free will and the ability to love. Alex doubts he is quite pure at the moment. The community is free of the toxicity of a material life - in the community, you don’t aspire to climb up ranks. There are simply only three ranks. The community, Alex, Jared. Jared is their natural leader, it is supposed to be like that. Alex is chosen. Alex is confident.

He was. His heart is full of love for the cause and for Jared. 

Until a few nights before he looked in the mirror every morning and smiled at his reflection. Because the reflection showed him a confident young man of faith. Full of love, not bound but blessed with free will. 

Then, his heart started to hurt. 

Now he hates his blue eyes, he hates his long hair, he hates the beard. He hates that he isn’t able to provide Jared the one thing he ached for.

It feels like an inconsistency of Jared’s teachings. Or Alex just isn’t at the point of enlightenment he always thought he was. He finds the fault in himself rather than Jared. But he likes it most thinking that it’s Jensen’s fault.

Jensen with the dazzling green eyes that tantalize Alex. And his damn ability to merge with Jared. Something no one in the community ever could provide. 

Alex hates that someone other than him satisfies Jared in any way.

When he looks in the mirror he sees the man who came here all these years ago when Jared’s predecessor was still alive. The man who crashed here after drugs and sex addiction ruined his life.

Growth is something that never stops. And any day you don’t work through your struggles puts you one step further away from divinity and back into the life of materiality and toxicity.

Jared mustn’t know.

Alex stares blankly in the mirror while he shaves his beard off. Completely.

It takes a few days generally for the community to calm down after such a night. Jared knows that. He feels sore himself, but in a good, satisfying way. His community is thriving, they have new members. Fresh blood. The prayers are inspiring. Jared insists on holding the divine services all by himself. These days he’s beaming with love and the rich and satisfying feeling of being connected. This is Jensen’s merit. His sensuality, his sexual aura, everything about him reminds Jared of the Archangel Michael, the fiery son of God who guarded Eden. Everything about Jensen seems to set Jared on fire. And not only Jared. The others feel it too. The women, the men, everyone stares when he passes. It takes Jared a lot of introspection, prayer and exercise to not just drag him back in his bed. Jared is known for being considerate, kind, and balanced. He leads these people on their path to God and divinity, he is their idol. The true Vicar of the Holy Father. Preferring Jensen in his first month here would weaken his own strong will. He’s sure this man is sent by his Father to heal his hurts, but he needs to care for his community first. 

Jared must not be selfish. He obeys the Lord and he will follow His guidance wherever it may take him. When he knows that his community is safe. 

After morning’s prayer and exercise Jared retreats to the communal bath. Alex prepared everything like always. He’s shaven clean and his hair is way shorter than before. While Jared sinks in the hot tub, Alex hesitates to accompany him. He looks bitter. Some of the old worry lines reappeared. Jared makes an inviting gesture.

“Come in, Alex.”

Today, Jared notices, it sounds like more than an order. 

Alex first shakes his head, but then looks up and his face softens. The lines disappear. He undresses and joins Jared for a bit.

Jared pulls him on his lap, it’s unusual for Alex to be physically distant. He recognizes his assistant has a razor cut on his chin. He runs his thumb just right under it and Alex inhales sharply.

“Why did you shave your beard?” he asks.

Alex looks away, bites his lip. His tooth gap is adorable. 

“I didn’t like it anymore.”

Jared frowns. 

“Do you doubt yourself?”

A scoff. Jared knows he just hit a nerve. Alex never scoffs at him.

“It’s just hair,” he replies. Now he even sounds a bit defiant. 

“Alexandros.”

Alex stiffens. Jared has a habit of calling him by his full name when he fucks up, just like a mother would.

Jared cups his face and looks straight in those bright blue eyes and he sees the vulnerable boy that Alex still is. His progress is phenomenal, but part of him will always stay in the darkness he escaped. 

Alex writhes but doesn’t honestly struggle against him. 

“Your looks are not important. Be careful with your heart.”

A faint nod. Jared kisses his forehead, then his lips. Suddenly no writhing, no defiance, no stubborn behavior. Alex is pliant. Good.

“I have to go”, Alex mumbles, “I have to prepare our departure to Seattle… Our original flight was cancelled…” 

Jared nods. Actually he has no desire to attend this event, but as the leader of this religious community, he has to fulfill some duties. Like going to charity events. It’s not that he hates charity, quite the contrary, as a son of God, it’s his pleasure and deepest wish to make the world a better place, but he hates the whole attention. He hates being compared to apocalypse cults or worse. His teachings are as pure as they can get under given pretenses and the struggle of humanity to overcome the Great Tribulation. 

Alex knows. “I know you don’t want to go. But I will make it worth the trip.”

“You always do.”

Alex gets up with slightly shaky legs and a very impressive erection. When he jumps back in his clothes he even turns away. Suddenly he is so shy. When they’re back from Seattle, Jared will have to hold some very intense prayer and service sessions with Alex. He seems in need of healing. And that’s what Jared was chosen for. Provide for people like Alex.

Alex isn’t gone for five minutes when Jared hears a shuffling behind him.

“Did you forget something, Alexandros?”

Someone’s clearing their throat and it’s not Alex. When Jared turns around he sees Jensen standing in the entrance, blushing and looking at his feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… umm, am I disturbing you?” 

Jared’s face lights up and he turns around fully, crossing his arms on the brim of the pool. Jensen is in his white robe, bread crumbs along his collar. He probably just ate breakfast. His hair is messy. 

“Not at all,” Jared replies, “usually, I don’t have guests when I bathe but you’re welcome to join today. You’re new, you can’t know.”

Jensen frowns. “Alex doesn’t count as a guest?”

“No. He is wherever I am, unless he doesn’t want to be.”

Now Jensen’s eyes glow. 

“Like now?”

Jared grins. 

“You are a cheeky one, aren’t you?” he asks.

Jensen stands there, looking at him like he’s about to say ‘yes’, but ultimately doesn’t. 

Jared gestures. “Come in already.” 

Ruffling of clothes tells him that his recruit followed his wish and now gets undressed. A moment later Jensen slides in the water beside Jared, about an arm’s length away. His cheeks turn pink.

“Are you well?”Jared asks, just as the caretaker of his people, he is always worried about them. Always ready to provide care if needed or wanted. 

Jensen’s teint turns even brighter. Ah. The orgy. It was surely his first time.

“I mean, I think I got a little rough with you there,” the leader admits.

Jensen shakes his head a little, a shy smile and a dreamy gaze show that Jensen might indeed be well. It would be reassuring to hear it though.

“No, no, it wasn’t rough at all but I would lie if I said I don’t still feel you inside me. It was a very world-shaking experience.”

“Uh-huh,” Jared replies, “it was.”

The memory alone makes Jared’s body fill with a need to do it again. Just right here. His pliant and slick body, how hot and tight and damn, how responsive and eager he was to take his cock. And that he succeeded!

Jensen turns to him, comes a little closer to get in touch, physically and Jared is very fond of the idea to have him close. Without a word, Jensen’s hand under the water’s surface, lays a hand on Jared’s thigh. Very close to his member. Flaccid. Yet. And still very big. Jared knows he’s gifted with this large cock and people who can take it, they won’t want anything else after they’ve tried it.

“I wondered, why, umm, everyone treats me like I’m super special, you do too…” Jensen’s eyes are fixated on the tiny waves his hand causes when he strokes along Jared’s thigh. “What makes me special?”

That is a very interesting question and Jared needs some time to think about it. Take deep breaths. It also shows that his new member has not ingrained all of the lore of the Church of Grace. That’s normal. No one knows it by heart after joining so recently. 

“Being special is a gift from the Lord, my Father. Everyone is special in their unique way. Take Alex. He’s devoted and tough, loyal and very good at organizing things. Ruth and Judith, you probably crossed their paths already, they’re the best cooks I’ve ever been blessed to taste. Also they are very skilled in sculpting. Everyone is special. Some special things seem to be common, like, so many people on this Earth are talented cooks, tailors, musicians, yogis. And you, you are special, because you give me a feeling of unity in such a primal way, it may seem succinct or superficial. What is it worth, being able to take me? It might not be special to others, but to me this is a thing that brings me peace. And this peace, I can multiply, share it with my people. And by the Lord, it’s not only your physical perks. The way your brothers and sisters here look at you. Some are jealous, but most see in you the most important addition to the community in years. You have a spark in you and you will do great things for the Church. I’m sure of it.”

Jensen stares and Jared notices the slight squint of his deep green eyes. His utter beauty is a gift to humanity already. He radiates purity. If he knows that?

“Is that understandable for you?” Jared asks. He lays a hand in Jensen’s neck and gently squeezes. Pulls him closer. Just an inch but it’s enough to feel Jensen way better and catch his vibes. 

“Yes, it is,” Jensen says, “I’m glad this community welcomed me, I’m glad I met you.”

Now he wraps his hand around Jared’s shaft, which is still too much and he won’t be able to embrace it completely. 

“I was worried, I am worried, it will be the only time to be close to you.”

“You will be close to me every day. At the service, at the monthly celebration. We share everything here.”

“But, can I be alone with you, just like now?” Jensen huffs, his grip tightens. Jared is just a man, his body reacts and he grows hard, so big that the tip would break the water surface now if Jensen let go. 

“I’m a man of my people, I will not deny you. To be honest, yes, I invite you to be with me.”

It would be so easy to lift Jensen up and let him sink down on his cock. It would be amazing to feel him right now. But he is still a little sore. Complete physical unity has to wait. 

“Jared…” A sigh. “What you made me feel that night… I think I felt closer to my true self than ever.”

“I’m glad this is helping you. There will be a lot of occasions for you to discover your deepest self, your fears, your worries… Everything will come to light and I know, you will overcome, you will shine and rise above your plain human being.”

Jensen’s hand moves now. He knows how to touch a man, strictly physical. It's a mechanical reaction after all, but when Jared looks deep into these green eyes he discovers his own need and how much he suffered without a mate that would be close to him. 

“Tell me, how do you like it… I feel it, I need it… you need it…?”

“I long for it.”

Jared wraps his hand around Jensen’s to guide him with the strokes.

He wants it to build up slowly, and his hand on Jensen’s neck holds him steady, whispering his instructions to keep eye contact, when to slow down and when to get faster. And Jensen is all in with it, he’s passionate, his tiny moans and curses, just from seeing Jared, make it extra hot. Actually Jared doesn’t need to climax here, because the mere anticipation of his partner is more than satisfying. They sink in a kiss when Jared’s instructions turn into a breathless staccato of ‘yes like that’s. He’s noisy when he comes and jerks in Jensen’s hand, forceful first but rapidly turning lazy and soft. 

“Teach me more,” Jensen whispers, his face burning red, making his freckles pop even more.

Jared's head sinks on Jensen’s chest. 

“About what?”

“About, what you like, how you like it… how we… connect… unify… Physically, I know… I can do that,” Jensen bites his lip.

“But you don’t know how it works spiritually?”Jared asks, placing a kiss on Jensen’s freckled shoulder. 

“Is that a stupid question?”

A headshake. Why should it be? But Jared knows, Jensen is insecure, he longs for answers and guidance. 

“Believe me, you didn’t ask a stupid question so far. You crave unity?”

Jensen nods.

“Just like you do.”

“I would love to show you more of it. But I will have to go to a congress in Seattle in three days. Alex and I will be gone and you’ll be on your own for a couple of days,” Jared replies. There is indeed some longing in his voice. 

“Oh, that is… it will be long and I’m new, I…”

Jared clicks his tongue while he combs Jensen’s hair. “You don’t have to worry, everyone will take care of you. They will do what I’d do. You will be shown around.”

Jensen shakes his head. His muscles stiffen just lightly.

“That’s not my worry, but- I wish I could be with you.”

This causes Jared’s eyebrows to raise. He wants to be with Jensen, too. Show him the world that Jared lives in and help with the settling. It’s hard to find a place in a community. Jared also fears (and hopes) that Jensen found a way in his heart.

“You are with me. And you will be. You belong to the community now.”

Jensen winds.

“I mean… could you… I would like to go to Seattle. With you…”

“And Alex,” Jared corrects.

“And Alex,” Jensen confirms.

There is no reason to say ‘no’, but there is also no reason to say ‘yes’ that is justifiable. Jensen is new. But he’s shown commitment and he wants to learn. They would bond. Jared wants it. Badly.

“Will it put your heart at ease when I say yes?”

Jared smiles and it’s a knowing one. Jensen smiles. He also knows. 

“Yes, it would.”

The way Jensen smiles and blushes is cute, maybe a little staged. Jared’s not an idiot, he knows that Jensen is wooing him. Trying to impress. Wants to appeal. He already does, there is no need to be overly pliant. Jared enjoys the attention though, who would judge him for it? He presses a kiss on Jensen’s lips and their hug turns closer, just like the last minutes of touching didn’t exist. Jared wouldn’t complain about that, either. 

“Thank you,” he utters before he can think it through.

“For what?”

Jared squeezes Jensen’s growing cock. 

“For giving me - peace.”

Peace is not the only thing Jared wants to thank his disciple for, but Jensen’s soft moan drowns any further thoughts. He wants to merge. Now. He doesn’t want to wait. Not for them to be in his room or Jensen’s. Just take him here.

Alex listens to the quiet conversation that turns into moans and splashing, Jared’s deep and ground shaking grunts. He would be a big fat liar if he claimed to be untouched by it, even Jensen’s soft noises make him rock hard. But what he feels in his heart and what he feels in his body, these two things diverge wildly from each other. He shoves a hand in his pants and hates himself for it. But who he hates more is Jensen. He will take Jared away from him. 

That mustn’t happen.

Alex has to do something about it. Soon.

[baileyjacobsstories]

Loki cat and mouse

disclaimer: knife play, choke fetish, Loki x reader, ect.

words: 2201

“here is the game, my darling” Loki says, backing you closer to the wall, pinning your body between his and the wall. He holds out a hand near your head, a dagger appears, fear fills your eyes, you wriggle to the left to try and escape him but he puts a hand up in your path, caging you in. “ah ah ah, where do you think your going?” he says, a devilish smirk on his face. You drop your head, looking down in shame, “look at me!” he demands pressing the dagger under you chin until your looking into his eyes. You let out a little whimper and he chuckles, evilly. “Now, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, lovely, the game is simple” Loki chucked the knife up, not removing his gaze from your face, before catching it by its blade and handing it to you, you go to snatch it from his hands but he pulls away. “be patient, darling, let me explain first you greedy little slut.” he said with a mocking tone and a smirk across his face, “we will duel, you win, I set you free, and if I win, well” he says, letting out a little chuckle, “you will just have to see..”

Loki hands you the blade and backs away a few steps, before drawing his own. “okay, my love, begin” you lunge forward towards him, you had never been skilled at the art of dueling so you were almost literally taking a stab in the dark. Without any hesitation he grabs your wrist, the one that bared the blade, and holds it tightly, then he takes his own blade and places it up to your neck, the cool metal made you shiver. “you poor thing, never really had a chance” he says, humiliating you further, you feel his grip loosen around your wrist, just a little and you take your chance while he is distracted by his own victory to pull your arm free and plunge the blade deep into his abdomen, just as you think you have won and will now be free of his torment, a bright green flash blinds you for a moment, when your vision returns you see that he has vanished. You stand straight in confusion before you here his familiar voice in your ear, “naughty girl” you spin quickly and see him standing, unharmed behind you, you go to stab, but he has already grabbed your wrist tight, so tight that it forces you to drop the blade and let out a little yell in pain, he finds your pain amusing as he chuckles, “you didn't really think that was me” he said, “after all, I am the god of mischief” he pushes you backwards until you are against the wall, he presses his blade up to your neck and says “I win”.

He clicks his fingers, another bright green flash, when you can see again you notice you are no longer in the room you were before, instead you are in a large sleeping quarters with a big beautiful antique four poster bed right in the center.

You look around the room and notice you are alone, Loki is nowhere to be seen, you spot a door on the far wall of the room and quickly rush over, swinging it open, only to be greeted by the sight of Loki towering over you, you see the corner of his mouth perk up into a grin, he loves to torment you like this, he loves to make you think you have a chance to outsmart him, only for you to be wrong.

He pushes you backwards with one hand, you steady yourself as he shut the door behind him, not once removing his gaze from you, his ocean blue eyes piercing through you. Once the door is shut he marches over to you, the same grin as before pasted across his face. He caresses you cheek in his large hand, you try to cringe away but he grabs your hips pulling you close to him, you cannot help but to shiver at his cold touch, “you are so beautiful, my love, only one thing could make you more beautiful” he lets you go and clicks his fingers once again, you look down to see that you are completely naked, you try to hide yourself with your hands and it only makes him chuckle. “I won” he said “so that means you must obey me and follow my rules. Rule number one: you will either answer me with yes Loki, or No Loki, understood?” he said taking a step closer to you, you nod your head yes. A sudden anger fills his eyes, he grabs your jaw forcefully pulling you close to his face . “what did I just say!” he yells, fear fills your body as you blurt out “s..sorry, yes L...Loki.” his anger turns into a smirk, “good girl” he says, releasing your now aching jaw and moving he hand to play with your hair, “ rule number two: never cum without my permission” he says as his hand strays down towards your cunt, his touch sends butterfly's through your body and you jerk away, he quickly grabs your neck, and pulls you back, you struggle for air as he begins to talk again, “ if you break any of my rules you will be punished” he release his hand from your neck and you fall to the ground, gasping for air. “pathetic” he says walking past you and over to the bed behind you, “up!” he demands “hurry up darling you don't want to be a disobedient girl do you?” “No Loki” you say as you push yourself up with your forearms until you are standing straight, he lets you stand as he examines you with a smile, “so beautiful....come here” he commands pointing to the spot directly in front of him. Even sitting he is at the same eye level as you. He grabs your shoulders and pushes you down to your knees. “please me” he demanded while leaning back onto his elbows, still looking forward at you. You were reluctant to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants but you know if you didn't, he would punish you, and you know he can be ruthless and merciless. Once his pants are down by his ankles you notice he is wearing no underwear, of course, he is Loki after all. You kissed his thighs all the way up to his cock, you only and to touch it for it to become hard. You slipped it into your mouth and Loki let out a muffled moan and swung his head back. He reached his hand down and gripped the roots of your hair and bucking his hips all the way up so his cock suffocated you and you gagged, he let out a mixed groan and chuckle and began violently thrusting your head up and down his huge cock, you were given no time to breath and things began to go dark as you began to lose consciousness you scraped at his thighs but he was relentless. Nipping down slightly at the tip of his cock and you were finally freed, he let out a loud yell at you came back to, you knew he was going to be mad so you made a dash for the door, you swung it open and made a run for it down the large empty hallway, turning left and then right and then left again you felt lost and like you were getting nowhere, you were butt naked and deathly afraid of being caught, you heard loud bombing footsteps coming from behind you, you tried to run but he caught up to you and grabbed you tightly by your forearm, you let out a yell as you tried to break free from the pant-less Loki but he was to strong for you. You saw his face and he was not amused, he was rage filled and frighting, he swung you up over this shoulder and began to walk, you kicked and screamed and wriggled but you could not break free from him. His finger nails dug into your thighs drawing blood. “you are a very naughty girl” he said, slightly calmer then before, “you will regret that”. Those words sent shivers down your spine.

When you got back to the room he made sure to lock the door before throwing your naked body onto the bed. He climbed onto you, caging you in, you laid there, petrified and stiff as a board. He placed one of his hands on your neck, pinning you down to the bed, you could breath but it was a struggle, he leaned in closely to your ear and whispered “remember rule number two” without warning he shoved his cock deep into your dry pussy, you screamed in pain as he kept thrusting out and in, you were not dry for long, around the third or fourth thrust you were dripping, he took his free hand and moved it down to your cunt, rubbing in circles with his palm, you felt a heat building up inside you and you were close now, “p..p.pplease L..Loki” you said breathlessly “P..please can I c..um” he didn't answer, he only chuckled at your desperation. He was deliberately trying to get you to break the rules so he could punish you more.

His cock sent so much pain and pleasure through your body, it felt as though he was tearing you apart.

Loki bough his face down to you chest sucking and nipping you all over, marking you as his own.

You closed your eyes trying to fight back your orgasm. His speed only increased and you could hear is muffled moans through the sucking and biting of your chest.

Suddenly he released his grip on your neck and pulled out of you before flipping you over, he swung one arm under your stomach and pulled you up onto your hands and knees. He began pounding you once again, this time from a whole different, more pleasureful position. He grabbed your hair in a bunch and pulled your neck back to whisper into your ear, “don't you dare cum you little whore” then he threw your head back forward.

His pounding my so hard and so deep now and you could feel him getting close as he moan and groaned uncontrollably, his hands where tracing your back leaving red marks in there place and you were gripping tightly at the sheets in front of you. Loki came undone with one final scream. He pounded a few more times to push all of his cum right inside you. Hearing him cum made your body envious and you could no longer control it, your walls tightened around his cock and you let out a loud scream as your cum coated his cock, “ah ah ah, I didn't say you could cum” he said, you could hear the smile in his voice as he was going to get pleasure out of punishing you. He exited you and your knees and arms gave out and you collapsed to the bed. He stood up off the bed and cleaned himself off before putting his pants back on and walking toward the foot of the bed, where your feet where. “you disobeyed me, darling, twice” he said calmly, “And for-” you cut him off mid sentence “I'm sorry Loki, I jus-” before you could finish you felt his drag your whole body to the foot of the bed, your legs hanging off and your ass perched right on the edge, you heard him picking something else up off the floor and you swung your head around to see what what happening, in his hand you saw his belt that he was wearing, before you can react he swings it all the way back and then he crashes it down on your ass, you scream and clench down the bedding in front of you, “NEVER INTERUPT ME!!” he yelled as he swung another lick down in the same spot again and again, giving you only seconds to recover. You weep screaming and kicking and tears where rolling down your face and he didn't stop he just kept swinging with the wrath of his belt down on your poor delicate ass. When he had gotten at least 20 hits in, and your eyes where red and puffy from crying and your voice was horse from yelling is when he finally stopped he examined the various colors of red, pink and purple he had turned your juicy ass.

You heard his steps behind you but you were too exhausted to move and see what he was doing. He walked right up to your ass and rubbed your warm cheeks. His cold hands soothed you.

He pulled you up the bed and rested a pillow under your head and a blanket over your naked body. “sleep, my darling” he said in a calm and loving voice. “The god of mischief is watching over you now” and with that you fell into a deep sleep.