#i have had such a fucking CRAVING for whipped cream it's obnoxious

[sovaharbor]

honestly ive been really craving cream bread thanks to all the mukbangs ive watched with them. but then i found so many recipes where the bread just.....didnt seem Right for it. texture wise. but i suddenly realized. holy shit. no. i KNOW what kind of bread would be fucking perfect for cream bread. and so. i'm gonna make copycat texas roadhouse rolls. and most of them will simply be frozen after baking As Is but i'm pulling a few aside specifically to stuff them full of whipped cream. maybe even oreo whipped cream. im so serious.

[beanibon]

Big fan of the eriks/bakery reader and wondered if you could write like a part 2 of it where eriks and reader actually have sex it was so good ty!! absolutely great work

Absolutely! Again, I love eriks x reader short fics and will 100% indulge in them

TW: softdom!eriks, creampie, alien genitalia, sex with food, cockwarming, a sprinkle of angst, probably my most vanilla smutfic

~ Prequel ~ Part 1 ~

Eriks x Baker!Reader Part 2

Eriks watched you from his seat, finding it hard to divide his attention between Lina and eye fucking you. After he had you quivering around his face, struggling to talk calmly to your remaining customers, he couldn't stop craving more.

You plagued his thoughts, every night he'd dream of you wrapped around his cock, screaming his name. It drove him wild, like an animal in heat.

"Mr Eriks, you haven't ordered your usual." Eriks blinked, realisation that he was face to face with your breasts. He jumped back, sitting upright as he hid his blushing face.

"I'm sorry, just thought you had it downpacted by now." He covered up the throb in his pants by laughing obnoxiously, only to quieten at your stern look.

"Mr Eriks, you have ten different usuals at best, I can't guess which one you crave by the way you stare at me." Lina snorted, concealing her laughter as Eriks's face turned bright red.

Lowering his head in embarrassment, he mumbled out his order. You nodded, mockingly patting his head as you walked away. Just that small action had him wanting to throw your body over the counter, fucking you covered in sweets and whipped cream. Instead his head hit the small bakery table, inwardly groaning at his inner turmoil. He couldn't stand another second without you, he wanted to rub himself against you, tickling your beautifully soft, plush skin with his peach fuzz, the smell of your arousal like an intoxicating drug as he ploughed into your sex.

Eriks wasn't listening to Lina anymore, distracted by the way you laughed along with a familiar older couple, he remembered you mentioning they were your favourite regulars. Though try as he might, Eriks couldn't stop staring at your ass, more filth filled thoughts swarming his mind.

Eventually it became unbearable, he couldn't take how you actively ignored him yet swayed your hips just that tiny bit more, or bent down to pick up some 'clumsily' knocked over paper cups. Every action was filled with purpose, knowing that Eriks gaze burned into you, knowing that he was struggling to stay composed. So when he abruptly rose from his seat, a blushing, flustered mess, you smiled. . . Innocently.

And that's what made him snap.

Apologising profusely to the couple you were talking to, that he so rudely interrupted, Eriks rested his prickly chin on your shoulder. That pleading, longing sideways glance he gave you had you giggling, patting his hair.

"I'll close up early, wanna wait upstairs for me?" He nodded, pretending not to notice the way Lina's glare drilled holes along his spine.

You gave Eriks a quick kiss to cheek, returning to your conversation, now bubbling with praised coos at your display of affection. While slinking off behind the counter, Lina stormed towards him, if looks could kill he'd be burning in hell.

"When were you gonna tell me you and Y/N were a thing?" She demanded, hands slamming down on the counter.

"We're not really a thing Lina, I just help them on some occasions ya know." If only Eriks was a better liar, maybe he could've spared himself from his friend's fury.

"You're so full of shit, Eriks! Not a thing? Then why did they kiss you? Don't lie to me, or I'm taking away donut day!" Eriks couldn't help the whine, pouting as faux tears streamed down his face.

"Perhaps, just maaaaybe we are a thing." His voice was so quiet that Lina had to force him to repeat himself a few more times before she could understand.

"Was it really that hard to tell me? Just be back by morning, now shoo." Eriks couldn't contain his excitement, nodding so rapidly that his head looked as if it would fly off.

Lina just shook her head, yet she couldn't help the smile on her face. It had taken the dork weeks, hell months even, for him to gain enough courage to speak to you. Now he was able to openly display affection towards you, eagerly waving a hello the moment you're in sight.

He was like some lost puppy, sulking until he's presented with a treat. Now he's run off again, chasing that very person who'd treat him like he was their own personal ray of sunshine.

Your moans were as addictive as a sirens song, spilling from your bruised, drool coated lips. How his name rolled off your tongue, eliciting tingling sensations down to the pit of his gut.

Eriks released your swollen tit with a lewd, loud 'pop' of his lips, face messy with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Those beautiful eyes sparkled with clouded lust, staring at you with an adoring gaze.

"Taste...so good," he mumbled, a dopey smile on his face.

"That's because you insisted on covering me in whipped cream, chocolate and cherries." You chuckled, fingers tangled in those luscious blonde locks.

"Taste good without all that." His tongue lazily circled your perked nipple, the taste of chocolate seemed to infuse into your breasts.

Your lips parted, a soft gasp echoed through the quiet room. Finger nails dug into the scarred flesh of Eriks shoulders, back arched against him as he slowly rolled his hips, finally moving the cock buried deep within your warm folds.

Lapping up the last of the dessert that turned your body sticky with sugar, Eriks used his arm to hoist his body up. Starting of gentle and slow, his hips begun to thrust into you, stretching you around his cock. As if on cue your walls convulsed, clenching Eriks as he grunted.

"Mayfly, you gotten loosen up, you got me in a choke hold here." He whined, lips pressing themselves between your slightly bouncing tits.

You whined, the two of you weren't foreign to penetrative sex with each other, but everytime was still a struggle to adjust. Eriks genitals weren't normal and you were quick to discover that Eriks himself wasn't normal either, in more ways than one. So when it came to sex he was patient, allowing you all the time you need to relax against his foreign cock.

Finally releasing your death grip, Eriks sighed in relief, placing a ticklish kiss against your lips. Whispers of praise filled your ears, all of them melting that hard, mean exterior that you'd always put on around the blonde when on the clock. But in private? You'd turn into an absolute angel, one that captivated the heart of certain disguised gunman.

"Eriks," Those soft, bandaged hands brought him back from his trance, thumbs caressing his rough face. "I can't cock warm you all night."

Humming against those beautiful hands, the same hands he'd watch knead dough, or throw handfuls of flour at him. A few kisses placed against their palms, Eriks smiled down at you, eyes shining with something he could only describe as love.

With his arm now wrapped tightly around your hardy yet small frame, Eriks began thrusting once again, only this time more harder. He watched as you tilted your head back, mouth wide as sweet, sugery moans poured out. Those sounds were pure ecstasy, encouraging him to move at a faster pace.

Soft praises were murmured into your ear, with kisses pressed against your neck, teeth nibbling at your throat. Your clit throbbed as Eriks pelvis rubbed against it, feathers tickling against the nerve bud and your spread thighs.

That ball formed in the pit of your stomach began to ache, on the edge of bursting until movement pulled you from your sweet release. Eriks repositioned himself, turning you onto your side with a leg dangled over his shoulder. The new position allowed him to fuck you deeper, hitting that spot that had you arched until your joints ached.

Eriks chuckled, revelling in the sight of you quivering beneath him. You always looked so ethereal whatever the position be, voice singing his name like honey.

Only it wasn't his actual name.

"Vash."

Clouded eyes looked to him, confusion etching its way onto your blissed out features. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Please, call me Vash."

It felt so taboo, saying his actual name, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear you say it.

Your calls of the name Eriks soon faded, willingly moaning his true name. You didn't question him, demand to know why the most wanted man had openly lied to you about his identity for one and half years. You simple complied.

That itself brought tears to Vash's eyes, hiding his face against the leg bent into the shoulder missing its arm. Tears began to soak your flesh, sniffles filling you with alarm as you hoisted your body up, leg dropping to wrap around his waist.

"Vash? What's wrong, why are you crying?" For the second time that night your hands held his face, forcing him with gentle yet firm force to look you in the eye. Those soft blue eyes were filled with tears, and for the first time since meeting the mysterious man that showed up out of nowhere, you saw just how tired Vash truly was.

Offering a smile, you placed several kisses upon his face, leaning against his forehead as he wept. The pace of his hips colliding with yours never stopped, slowing down slightly as you caressed his features with love and care. Each touch graced his scars, lips kissing every one that you could reach. Perhaps you were a little harsh to Vash every other day, but here and now you treated him as if he were a cracked, fragile vase.

"You're perfect Vash, I love you so much." You whispered, looking into those tired eyes once again.

Vash shook his head, sobbing. "You shouldn't, if I stick around too long you'll get hurt. People I care for, they'll always get hurt."

"It's a good thing you're stuck with me then, no matter what I'll always be here, to love you, to kiss your scars and to bake you the best donuts in town." A quiet laughter filled the room, Vash's pace faltering. "I'm yours as you are mine, Vash the Stampede."

Vash bit his lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears. With one final buck into your hips, both of you came, lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.

As new tears filled his eyes, Vash nuzzled into your neck, soft cries echoing off your thin walls. You allowed him to cry, leaning back so he was laying on top of you. You both stayed like that for about an hour, listening the Vash's cries as you quietly soothed his shuddering shoulders by whispering lovefilled words in his ear. He appreciated every word spoken, every comforting circle rubbed between his shoulder blades, you were too perfect for sinner like him and yet you chose to stay, even after finding out who he actually was.

"I mean it Vash, I'll always be here to love you and make sure you know that you are loved." His grip tightened around your waist, as if scared you'd vanish after saying those words.

Vash didn't speak much, mumbling out shaky 'thank yous' or 'I'm sorry'. Yet you didn't mind, laying there with the man you loved tangled in your arms, it was all so perfect. And as Vash's tears stopped, sobs turned into sleepy whimpers, you knew he'd cried himself to sleep.

You cradled him in your arms, tugging a blanket over your naked bodies as you gave him a final kiss on the crown of his head. Mumbling a final "I love you" you soon followed as you drifted into sweet embrace of your lover and sleep.

AAAAAH I finally completed it! This was so fun to write and of cause had to sprinkle a small pinch of angst, hope you all enjoyed!

[iseldomunderstand]

Night walk

I came home around 9:45 in the evening, exhausted. I surprised myself, I hardly ever felt tired before 3 in the morning.

I had gone out to eat downtown, bought ice cream after leaving the restaurant, then took the streetcar back. Pistachio and lemon, in the heart of winter. I took my sweet time getting to the station. I hardly ever slowed down for anything but decided now was as good a moment as any. I licked the whipped cream off the cheap wooden spoon as I looked at the trees in the park. Dead, dried leaves. Tortured branches, still in the winter night, lit by the city lights. I sighed.

"Valentine's day is coming around again. It feels like the last one was yesterday." I thought to myself. "And, looking back on it, not much has changed since last year."

I took a spoonful of ice cream, rolling the bits of pistachio in my mouth with my tongue, taking in the taste. Salty, but it felt right. The white noise of the city felt obnoxious. A police car drove by me slowly, watching if all was well in the park.

"How is life so still? It feels like an eternity went by in the span of a year, yet changed nothing." I ate another spoonful. "I haven't changed much either. My hair got longer."

I used the napkin to take some of the whipped cream off my beard. I could have licked it off, but I wanted to be fancy. For no one but myself.

"How did I even get past my crave for love, I can't remember. Did it just happen out of nothing?" I licked the edge of the cup, a drop was about to fall on my coat. "I was so miserable. I'm glad I'm not that starved for it anymore." The drop tasted sour. "Sure am."

The car drove by me again, going the other way this time. The white noise sounded fainter. I walked down the slope to the station, walking by the water features. This part of town was built in the late 90's, you could tell. In a good way. I sat on the edge of a low wall, facing a lawn with a few palm trees and some streetlights.

A passerby walked into the park.

"Love me." I thought. "Fuck."

I looked down at my shoes. I'm so bad at denying what's right in front of me. I never stopped craving love and validation, I only got better at lying to myself. Life was busier, times were just as tough and I was still alone on Valentine's day a year later. Not for lack of trying either.

I finished my ice cream and tossed the cup in the trash.

"What's my damage, damnit." I sat back down. "I know it's not something you can force but there's gotta be something wrong with me if I'm so lonely despite my best efforts."

I suddenly realized I was, in fact, walking towards the streetcar station just then, and got back up.

"Also who even thinks of that when looking at a stranger out in the street, he could be a serial killer for all I know."

I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the scenery before leaving, the night was truly beautiful then.

"I'm such a goddamn mess of a person, no wonder I'm still single, no wonder I never even got asked out."

The streetcar arrived soon after I reached the station. Someone was laughing loudly as I got on. I got self conscious.

"I don't even know why I leave home to eat out anymore, I should stick to the university, it would improve my grades too."

I leaned against the opposite door for the entire duration of the trip. My mind was numb. I looked at my reflection in the glass in front of me, disgusted. I was pissed off. Not at the world, not at men, at no one but myself really. It was the one thing no one asked of me. No one in my family was hoping for me to get into a relationship, no one was cheering me on, there were no expectations from anyone but me, and much like any other goal I set for myself, I failed miserably.

"I'm cursed. There's something with the way I succeed in anything but what I want to do." I looked away from the glass onto the dirty floor. "Why do I have to be such a letdown, the only thing getting in the way is… me. All the time, everyday." I got off the streetcar. "I can never succeed. Ever. In anything I want to do for myself." I entered my apartment complex and walked to my building. "And I just can't figure out why either." I climbed the stairs and got into my apartment.

…"I'm home."

I realized I had been feeling bad about everything I do since I left downtown maybe 20 minutes ago. And then I got mad at myself about that as well.

[seasonsofeverlark]

Pumpkin Pie and Cheese Buns

Author: @evestedic​

Prompt: Hard working coming home for thanksgiving. Stops at the store on the way to pick up the dessert she didn’t bother to make no one will notice anyway and runs into their ex lover. Tries to leave fast but has to take the walk of shame back to grab the cranberries too. Arrives home not just with the cranberries and pie…  [submitted by anonymous]

Rating: T

____________

“God damn it!” Katniss was not happy. 

It was Thanksgiving, which meant she was being forced to spend time with people she didn’t even know.

Why?

Because they’re family, Katniss.

She could hear her Aunt Martha’s voice. 

Why should she care that her cousin was getting married?

Or that her nephew had gotten into college? 

Or that her godfather was slipping her a 20 buck bill while winking an eye at her? 

She wasn’t a total bitch, so she bore with it, but this was people she saw one fucking time per year! 

If it wasn’t for Thanksgiving, she was sure she wouldn’t see them again as they never even called. Nor did she.

But, be that as it may, Prim loved big gatherings and the attention; she was, after all, quite cheerful. Her father also bore with it, although better than her. 

However, who knew? This year her mother was coming with her new boyfriend. 

Ugh, puke… 

And that was why she was there, November the 26th, coming back from work and on her way to Aunt’s Martha’s house. 

Katniss was not happy. 

She had already left the store not five minutes ago, but something kept nagging at the back of her head while she accommodated the bags in the back of her car. 

Of course, being who she was, she had forgotten dessert. The pumpkin pie with maple whipped cream. Sighing and fuming, she went back to the absolute chaos of the aisles. If she arrived at her aunt’s without dessert…well, she would rather face a biblical plague. 

After perusing the dessert stand and seeing everything was completely wiped out‒not even crumbs were left‒she gave up and thought about getting some canned peaches and cherries.  That’s when she heard it…   

“Is that you, Katniss?” 

That voice. 

She had loved it at one point. Now, it was just nails on a chalkboard. 

Turning around, she set her eyes on a huge blonde guy; he had a perfect gym advertisement body, a smirk on his face, and his arm around a blonde girl with the same perfect gym advertisement body. 

“Cato.” 

“Buying for Thanksgiving?”

“No, just came because I was craving some peaches.” 

“Oh.”

Seriously? It was the most direct sarcastic answer ever, and he had actually believed her? 

Katniss rolled her eyes and was about to turn around when the Barbie clone spoke. 

“Is this the one, babe?”

“Yes, baby, that’s her.”

“Oh, I thought she’d be…I don’t know, prettier?”

“She never wanted to put in the effort, baby.”

“She is standing right here. And if working out turns you dumb, I’m glad I didn’t do it.” 

Katniss had gone out with Cato for two years when they were nineteen. Back then, he had been a kind guy, funny and perhaps a bit silly, but very nice, normal. He had asked her out after a college party, and she accepted; the rest was history. 

However, after one year of being together, he began frequenting the campus gym and suddenly started to change. All he could talk about were diets, exercise, and protein. Katniss was all in for a healthier life; hell, she knew if she kept on eating Greasy Sae’s food every other night, she was going to clog her arteries by the time she was 35, but Cato was relentless. He got rid of all of her comfort food and she had been forbidden to eat chicken and meat ever again. Only turkey and fish were allowed, vegetables, no dairy or eggs, no sugar! She was going crazy; Katniss had reached the obscene point of hiding in the bathroom to eat a Snickers bar, only to quickly brush her teeth and rinse with Listerine at least thrice so that her boyfriend wouldn’t taste any trace of chocolate when he kissed her. It was that night when she knew she couldn’t do it anymore. She no longer recognized the guy she had agreed to date or herself, for that matter. So, Katniss decided to end it right then and there. She skipped her next class and went to their dorm only to find him banging the very same Barbie girl who was in front of her in the canned aisle right now. 

Quickest breakup ever. 

He had said it was her fault for not ‘putting in the effort,’ and she hated him for it. 

“Jealousy doesn’t fit you, Katniss. Well,” Cato gave her a once-over, “I doubt anything does. Have you gained weight?” 

“If I have, that wouldn’t be any of your fucking business. What are you doing here? Came to buy something for dinner? I think there’s a celery and mineral water pack on sale.” 

“Still salty because I chose someone better?” Cato shamelessly licked the girl’s ear, making her giggle in an obnoxious way that made Katniss want to gag. 

She didn’t have to stand here and watch this; she-

Was that a hand on her waist?

“Hey, sorry I took so long. I literally had to wrestle this from an old lady.” 

That voice. 

Peeta Mellark was holding onto her waist and smiling that charming smile that could probably tame a wild animal, while proudly presenting a ham to her.

“Um…” Eloquent as always. 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were with friends.” 

“Yeah, no…Not my friends.” 

“Aren’t you the baker guy? You’re slumming it with the bakery employee?” Cato laughed while Barbie‒Katniss really couldn’t care less about her actual name‒looked at Peeta appreciatively. 

“I haven’t introduced myself,” Peeta said, extending his right hand but not letting Katniss’ waist go. Cato immediately took it, flexing his bicep as he did so, but his expression faltered when he shook Peeta’s hand. “Peeta Mellark, owner of ‘The Cake Lair’. Have you guys ever been?” 

Katniss was confused. 

It wasn’t as if she and Peeta were actually friends. They had talked, yes. She simply loved the pastries he sold, and because of how she had raved about his cheese buns, well…the double entendre put her in an uncomfortable position, but he had only laughed and thanked her for the compliment, as he had, in fact, baked those himself. 

Peeta always made sure to set aside at least two cheese buns for her prior to the end of the day. 

And okay, yeah, they had exchanged numbers and texted from time to time, but nothing deep. It was always things about the weather, the cheese buns, or how Prim was. Did that qualify as being friends? 

Katniss was awful at being a good friend, hence why she only had two: Gale and Madge. Her sister and father didn’t count; they were family. 

Shaking her head, she returned to the present to find that arm still around her and Cato’s face getting red. 

“Just let go, dude.  You’re about to pop a vein.” Peeta chuckled. 

Katniss directed her gaze at their hands; she could see they were both squeezing the hell out of each other. Cato probably thought he could scare Peeta off with his muscles, but he clearly hadn’t seen Peeta shirtless on a hot day, hauling 100-pound flour sacks onto his back as if they were light cargo. Peeta was strong, like ‘I could iron clothes on your stomach’ fit; he just didn’t flaunt it, and Katniss appreciated that.

Cato huffed and let go, and Peeta smiled once more and winked at Barbie, who was giggling like an idiot. 

“So, we should be going soon if we want to make it, Katniss. You know how Aunt Martha gets if we don’t get the groceries in time for her.” 

So yeah, she had told him about her hellish weekend to come last week, but Katniss didn’t think he would remember. 

With his hand still on her waist and her still not shrugging it off, they made to pass Cato and his doll, but, of course, the bodybuilder felt the need to use the sole neuron in his brain. 

“You know you’re just a replacement, right? I mean, she went and looked for the next guy that kinda looked like me because she clearly can’t forget me.” 

Tuck your thumb over your middle finger to make a proper fist. If you wrap your fingers around your thumb, you’re likely going to break it. 

Her father’s words and the boxing lessons came back in a flash, and before Peeta could hold her back, Katniss pivoted on her left foot, momentum aiding her, and connected her first with Cato’s jaw. She wasn’t an expert boxer or anything of the sort; she just liked the exercise, and she was strong. But Katniss must have been lucky enough to hit the sweet spot because Cato dropped to the aisle floor, unconscious. 

“Babe!” Barbie girl screeched, and suddenly, two more gorilla-looking guys were coming to her aid. 

Friends of his, no doubt. 

“Tell your boy toy, next time he wants to bully me to think twice, lest he finds himself beaten up again by a woman,” Katniss spat at the blonde girl. 

“You did this?” A broad and tall black guy asked. He was actually pretty scary, but Katniss held her ground and managed to nod. To her surprise, he chuckled and sort of bowed to her. “He’s an ass. I bet he had it coming. We’ll take care of him.” 

“Thresh! He’s your friend…” Barbie girl actually had tears in her eyes. 

“He’s not. We’re just in the same weightlifting class. And don’t cry; he’ll come to soon. Finnick, help me bring this idiot back.” 

“You must have a mean right hook, hon,” the guy with reddish hair and perfect teeth told Katniss. 

“I do.” She jutted out her chin proudly; her dad had taught her well. 

“Nice to know you have it all sorted out. Katniss, should we go?” Peeta was pulling her a bit, and she let him, both soon finding themselves out in the parking lot, having decided to leave behind the cans and the ham. 

Once they were in front of her car, Katniss did something she rarely did. 

“I’m sorry I cost you your ham.” 

Peeta seemed surprised, but he simply smiled. “That’s okay. There are a lot of hams left, actually; I just needed an excuse to walk up to you.” 

“Why did you do that?” 

“That guy was an ass, and I know you could’ve handled it on your own, but…,” he leaned in a bit and whispered, “doesn’t it feel good to let him know you’re with someone much better now?” 

Katniss couldn’t help it, she laughed. “You’re full of yourself, Mellark!” 

“Hey! I’m a catch, I tell you. Owner of his own bakery, hard-working; I know how to cook and bake, and I’m easy on the eyes, too.” 

“Not to mention, tons and tons of humility.” 

“That, too.” He smiled, and Katniss rolled her eyes, but she really didn’t feel angry with him. She hadn’t needed his help, but he had offered it freely without expecting anything in return. “So, I guess this is where we part ways.” 

“What are your plans for tonight, Peeta?” Katniss suddenly asked, and he was surprised as well. 

“Uhhhh, not much. Bake something? Eat it while watching TV, nothing exciting.” 

“You can come to my Aunt Martha’s, if you want. Prim would love to see you, and this way I can repay your ‘act of kindness’.” 

“Really? You sure it wouldn’t bother you?” 

“If it did, I wouldn’t have asked.” 

“Sure, I’d love to.” 

“Okay, but before that, there’s something I need you to do for me.” 

“What is it?” 

“Can you drive? My right hand is killing me.” 

                                                °•. ✿ .•°

“Why couldn’t you just buy it?” Katniss whined.

“Because I actually enjoy baking. You should know this already.” Peeta chuckled as he handled the mixer. After a few more turns, it seemed everything was ready. “I just need to flour the containers now.” Peeta patted his hands on his apron and went back to the pantry. 

Katniss took her chance. 

She slowly inched her hand forward, her eyes not leaving Peeta’s back, just in case. 

Two more inches and-

“I swear, Katniss, if you’re reaching for that dough I won’t make any cheese buns for a week.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she exclaimed, shocked. That wasn’t fair! Peeta hadn’t even turned around, but he knew what she had been about to do. 

“Try me, love.” He then approached the table again, watching a grumbling Katniss cross her arms. “You know you can’t have raw dough while pregnant.”

“That’s a stupid rule. I bet it’s invented. How did women manage centuries ago, then?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. They sometimes died intoxicated, so no biggie.” Peeta was serious now. 

“I wouldn’t die over a bit of dough…” She said it under her breath, but he heard.

Peeta sighed, and Katniss felt a pang of regret. Damn him. “Katniss, do we really have to discuss this again? It’s Thanksgiving, and I’d bet my bank account Aunt Martha would come down here and force you to go to the party if you weren’t so-” 

“Go on, finish what you were going to say.” Katniss knew she was so big she might be in need of her own postal code. 

“-tired. You’re carrying twins, and that’s not an easy feat. The only thing she asked for was the pumpkin pie with maple whipped cream.”

“Every fucking year.” 

“She indulges during the holiday.”

“Why not just get one from the bakery?”

“She wants it fresh.” 

“Why doesn’t she come down here and get it herself?”

“You really want your Aunt Martha here? Right now? Today?”

“…No.” Why did Peeta have to be so logical? 

“I know you’re crabby and your feet are probably swelling. Let me put this in the oven, and then I’ll massage them with some of that lavender cream your mother gave you.” 

“And a bath.”

“A massage and a bath, you got it.” 

Peeta, of course, fulfilled his promise and left Katniss so relaxed she fell asleep and didn’t even notice her husband had gone and come back from the Everdeen’s annual Thanksgiving gathering. 

By the time she opened her eyes, he was sitting next to her, reading a book. 

“Hey…did you all get a proper rest?” Peeta put a hand on her belly, smiling. 

“I think so, yeah; they just started moving.” 

“I can feel. Here, let me help you up.” Peeta’s strength was no joke. He could single-handedly lift her up, yes, even when she felt like a whale, and prop her on the bed so she could sit comfortably. “That okay?” 

“Yes, perfect.” 

“Happy anniversary, love.” He presented her with a huge cheese bun, making her laugh.

“Peeta, just because we fucked for the first time four years ago today, doesn’t mean it’s an anniversary.”

“For me it is! Come on, I bet you didn’t think we’d end up doing it in the bathroom that night.” 

“I seriously didn’t.”

“But here we are, and that’s all that matters.” 

Her husband really was the cheesiest person alive, but she secretly adored that part of him. 

“Shut up and let me enjoy my cheese bun.”

“Your wish is my command.” 

[muskywolfthings]

Drivethrough

Derek didn’t need money for much, and it wasn’t just because his family was pretty well off, okay? He wasn’t stuck up, or snooty, like Jackson. He didn’t subtly flaunt his wealth like Lydia. He just...was Derek, plain and simple. He didn’t buy much, his mom usually taking care of his clothes, as childish as it sounded. He hated shopping though, so it was a pretty sweet deal. He took Laura’s car to school now that she was taking college classes from home, so she always filled it back up. And come Christmas, his mom gave out a hundred bucks to shop for everyone in the family. Which, in retrospect, was certainly not enough for the twenty plus Hale’s that gathered out in the preserve around that time. But they made it work. Which was all to say, he’d never had to worry about getting a job. He was seventeen, a senior in high school, and he’d never had a job. It had never really embarrassed him, more so made him that much more grateful for the life he was able to live. Until he’d started dating Stiles. Stilinski had always been on his radar, loud and filling up space so obnoxiously it was hard not to notice him. Especially when he flirted with Derek so hard sometimes the other boy contemplated just choking Stiles out on his dick to get some peace. Only sometimes though. Derek wasn’t aggressive by nature. Usually. But that’s all it had ever been, annoying digs at his dick and height, talks of stubble burn between cheeks that made Stiles giggle and Derek blush. But then Stiles had actually asked him out on a date. And Derek...Derek fell really fucking hard in the span of about forty five minutes.

Needless to say, they’d been almost inseparable ever since. Six months of fucking awesome dates, sneaky school and car sex, and overall cuteness between the two. And then Stiles had gone and done it. Ruined everything. Entirely. Derek wasn’t one for dramatics, okay? But Stiles had gotten him a small triskele pendant carved into a shined piece of copper on a necklace for his birthday, and Derek had strong armed him with extra smelly pits that afternoon until he spilled how much it had cost. Derek’s eyes almost bugged out of his damn head, and though Stiles assured him he didn’t mind, and was just happy Derek liked it, Derek felt...weird. Stiles had been working at their local comic shop since he was fifteen, picking up as many shifts as he could before he’d started dating Derek to save for college, and to help out at home. It was his own little heaven on earth, but then Derek had come along, and he’d shifted down to part time. Which meant he’d spent like two paychecks on a gift for Derek, which Derek couldn’t even begin to fathom.

Jump forward two months, and Derek found himself nearing Stiles’ birthday with increasing worry. Wasn’t going to ask his mom for the money, knowing she’d say yes, when Stiles had worked hard to get something that Derek never took off for anything. Derek knew what he wanted to get him: A first edition Batman comic that was on display at his store, that he’d wanted since he first went in at age nine. Derek got nervous just looking at the price tag on that thing whenever he went in on Stiles’ shifts  to keep him company sometimes, but dammit if Stiles didn’t deserve the world. And Derek was going to give it to him! One comic book at a time. Needless to say that all led to the here and now. Two weeks out from Stiles’ birthday, and one paycheck away from his goal. He was so close he could practically taste the plastic covering that damn comic. Too bad the grease in the air from the burger joint he’d gotten hired at was all he could taste at the moment. Beacon Burger, a run down burger joint just on the edge of town, that literally no one ever stopped in. Derek came in three times a week, for a night shift. 8 PM to 4 AM, Fridays, Saturdays, and Wednesdays. It was easy going, but boring as fuck, and due to the time of his shifts Stiles could never stop by. One perk was the free food- when he got hungry he’d whip up something greasy to chow down on- which was resulting in a slight pudge in  his usual hard stomach that was bothering him, but Stiles’ sort of loved it so it wasn’t all bad. He’d find something that was a little more hands on and fun come the summer maybe, but for right now, this was the first place to hire him-Hollister aside, he hadn’t even wanted to go to that interview, but Stiles insisted the pretentious surfer clothing aside, they could have hot sex in the dressing rooms, which was tempting, but the overwhelming smell of teen in that store gave Derek a headache. So Beacon Burger it was. Tapping his fingers on the counter next to register, Derek hummed to himself- flipping through his phone with his free hand, about to text Stiles and see if he was up, when the light indicating a car was coming through the drive through flashed, and he frowned- setting his phone down and lowering his headset mic to his mouth. It was almost one in the morning on a wednesday, who the hell was here? They didn’t have a camera to view the customers at the speaker, so he cleared his throat, before turning his headset mic on and reciting the usual. “Hi welcome to Beacon Burger, my names Derek. What can I get for you tonight?” His voice was soft and monotone, perfect for customers, supposedly, but he made a soft high noise in the back of his throat at the familiar laugh that came through the static in his headset. “Don’t suppose six foot four hunks who didn’t shower after wrestling practice are on the menu?” Stiles called from the window of his jeep, grinning as he imagined Derek’s brows doing that adorable wiggling and dip thing. “What the hell are you doing out right now?” Derek questioned, Amusement palpable in his voice, as he leaned against the counter and smiled. His night a thousand percent better already. “I couldn’t sleep dude, and I’ve got the sickest sweet tooth right now.” Stiles admitted, head on his hands as he spoke into the speaker as if he and Derek were just on the phone. “Uh, we have like, some shakes and shit...don’t know if the cream in the fridge is anything good though, to be honest.” Derek muttered, glancing over at the suspiciously warm fridge of theirs. “Lemme try and find something for you.” He called, before going to move into the kitchen, only to have Stiles’ voice freeze him. “I was thinking some cakes?” He said, innocently enough, and Derek’s brows did indeed do their adorable wiggle, as he looked around himself almost to see if he were somewhere. “We...what the fuck? We don’t have cakes.” He scoffed, shaking his head and moving back to the window, glancing out far enough just to see the bumper of Stiles’ jeep. “Lies, you one thousand percent have cakes dude. Come on, just two, just a taste, to get rid of my craving.” Stiles’ voice dripped with that sound that sent shivers down Derek’s spine, also the crease in his sweaty nuts. His cock giving a throbbing to life slowly in his dirty briefs as he gulped, and recalled a conversation he’d had with Stiles just a few days ago. When he’d refused to stop calling Derek a snack in class, and demanded to eat his ‘cakes’. Glancing around the restaurant to ease his own mind, Derek spent no more than five seconds contemplating what he was about to do, before he locked himself in the kitchen, and adjusted himself behind his apron. He better not get fucking fired for this, or he was going to strangle Stiles. “Come on around, these are on the house.” Derek whispered, clearing his throat and blushing furiously under his week old stubble and Stiles laughed, and the sound of his jeep pulling forward came through his headset. Derek had in fact had wrestling practice before coming into work, and he’d come straight from the school. He hadn’t showered since Monday night, Stiles’ keeping him busy Tuesday night, and practice running late before he had to go in for his shift, he just hadn’t had the time. His balls and bush were crusty with dried cum and spit from Stiles’ expert blowjob skills the night before, and his ass hair was matted and dripping with sweat. Both from practice, and the heat in the kitchen. He knew he smelled fucking atrocious, caught a whiff of it as he slid his shorts down with one hand, and slid the drive through window open all the way with the other. It made him huff a bit, growling under his breath as he took a second to fan the scent up at himself, eyes bleeding yellow for a split second, before he shook it off and hopped up on the windowsill. Fat ass plump and hanging out of the window just as Stiles drove up. The chilly night air blew through his smelly, wet crack and made him break out in goosebumps- just as Stiles parked and leaned out of his window, wasting no time in running his nose along the crack of Derek’s hairy ass, and moaning out brokenly at the ripe scent. “You’re so fucking dirty.” He nearly mewled, Derek grinning despite his blush as he looked back over his shoulder, cock fully hard and dripping piss and precum from his foreskin as he watched Stiles press his face into his ass, face engulfed by Derek’s huge hairy cheeks in a way that made Derek moan just from the image- gripping his cock at the base and stroking up, balls swinging and dripping sweat onto the floor as Stiles found his asshole, and pressed his nosed into the dirty wrinkled pucker. Rubbing it up and down, easing a slight itch Derek had been picking at conspicuously throughout the day. His mouth fell open, and he felt like an animal as he openly drooled onto his apron, cock out and ready to bust already, his ass hanging out of a fucking drive through window as his boyfriend began to eat it. Tongue flicking out once he’d gotten his fill of the stink, and now doing his damn best to lick up every ounce of raunchiness from between Derek’s cheeks. The noises he made- sloppy and wet, mixed with his mouns and snorts for more funk in between jabs of his tongue into Derek;’s dirty asshole drove the bigger boy wild. He was bucking back on Stiles’ face, gripping at the window with one hand so he didn’t fall out and break an arm or something, the other stroking his cock furiously. Wet, snotty noises coming from his soaked foreskin. He was grunting like an animal, fucking himself on Stiles’ tongue as he looked back and did his best to spread his ass on the windowsill, despite the metal beneath digging into his taint hard. “Eat that fucking ass, god your tongue feels so fucking good. Deeper, fucking- deeper! Fuck!” Derek was nearly screaming as Stiles spread him open wide, exposing his ass to anyone who may be around and want a peek, licking all over his hole, before sucking on the wrinkled fleshing and plunging his tongue in so deep Derek tensed uncontrollably. Feeling his own walls clamp down on Stiles’ tongue, dug so deep up his fucking hole Derek was sure any more and he’d tongue fuck his prostate, sent him over the edge so suddenly his vision whited out. His cock bursting hard enough to spray the register and counter with cum- fat balls jumping near the base of his cock as he milked himself for all he was worth, a solid minute and a half of spurting till he was wringing out the last drops into his foreskin and out onto his apron. So fucking tired all of the sudden that he slid back and used Stiles’ face as a rest for his ass and a good chunk of his weight. His boyfriend munching on his hole until the familiar sounds of his own orgasm hit Derek’s ears- glancing back again just in time to watch Stiles’ plump pink cock burst over his steering wheel. Derek smiled lazily, grinding his ass back and wiggling it on Stiles’ face just to be a dick, before hopping down from the counter on shaky legs, listening to Stiles gasp for breath. Clean air, face red, a few streay ass pubes around his mouth, his lips swollen and red, and a dopey smile smack dab in the middle of it all. “You’re a public menace.” Derek laughed, leaning out of the window, ass dripping spit to mingle with the various other bodily fluids on the ground as he brought Stiles into a soft kiss. Woofing under his breath as he drug his nose above it, scenting his own ass. “If I get fired because someone finds out we did this, you’re dead.” He growled, nipping down Stiles’ chin and neck, shaking his head at the eye roll he could nearly hear, before Stiles was nibbling on that special part of his earlobe that made him grip the edges of the window to keep from falling to his knees. “You’d totally still love me.” And dammit if that wasn’t the truth,. Derek though, biting extra hard on Stiles’ shoulder just to hear him shout, before pulling back and shoving his face back into the jeep. “As if.” He huffed, before smiling and winking at Stiles as he started the jeep back up- slumping back in his seat, prepared for a comfortable ride home. “I’ll see you at school in the morning?” He asked, as though there was more than one answer. “Of course. Hope you satisfied your craving. Zero calories too.” Derek grinned, that wolfish thing Stiles’ loved so much. “As if. Take it easy, big guy. Love ya.” Stiles called, before pulling forward. “Love you too.” Derek muttered, taking a deep breath and expelling it dramatically. Fucking Stiles. He should’ve pulled his skinny cute ass out of that jeep and made him lick Derek’s mess. Now he had to clean it up himself. Just great. At least his last two weeks were going to be very, very enjoyable. ((Hello all! I know it’s been a while guys, seriously sorry for being so quiet and not posting literally anything in weeks. Just haven’t been super motivated to write since the whole Tumblr crack down thing. But I got this idea after seeing a particularly raunchy gifset, and tada! It inspired me super quickly and I was actually able to sit down and immediately and...here you have it lol. I hope you guys enjoy! More stories to come, hopefully soon, but no promises :3 ))

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

Arrangement

Prompt: You and Roman have been in a relationship for a while but lately you’re starting to fall for Dean too. You have a talk with Roman and eventually decide to bring Dean into your relationship. Angst and Smut.

Tags are not on this post because I had a hell of a time getting this story together. First I deleted it two times and then getting it uploaded to Tumblr was hell. lol So, tags will be back with the next fic. Also, spacing and scene spacing are off but I gave up. I just hope you enjoy this one!

*

“You gonna eat that?”

I looked up from my ice cream sundae just as Dean reached across the booth and plucked the maraschino cherry from the top of my ice cream.

“Rude,” I widened my eyes at him.

He smiled, the dimples in his cheeks creasing, and all was forgiven. I watched him as he licked the whip cream off the cherry before slowly sucking it into his mouth. His eyes were glued to mine as he did and I shifted uncomfortably in my place right next to Roman.

Roman wasn’t paying any attention. He was staring at football scores on his phone and eating his own dessert.

Dean pulled the cherry back out of his mouth and then sucked it back in sharply. He finally bit it off the stem, tossing it onto the table. He chewed it slowly, never looking away from my interested eyes.

“Damn it!”

Roman’s voice broke us out of our stare down.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I leaned over to look at his phone.

“Pay up,” Dean held his hand out.

“Fuck,” Roman hissed, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Did you bet on football again? Really?” I sighed, dropping my spoon.

“Not that big of a bet,” Roman shrugged.

I watched as he handed two fifties over to Dean and my mouth fell open.

“You just lost a hundred dollars? Just like that?”

“I’ll get it back next week,” Roman winked at me.

I had picked them up from the airport, like I usually did. Two weeks without them home had really sucked. Their favorite place for their cheat meal was the diner not to far from the airport.

“Man, I can’t wait to get home,” Roman leaned back, wrapping his arm around me and drawing me close to his side.

I welcomed it. I had missed his arms.

“Guys, can I at least try to keep my food down here?” Dean smirked, grabbing the check off the table.

We both laughed, but I noticed the look of jealousy that flashed over his face as he made his way to the cashier.

*

“Fuck baby, I missed you,” Roman moaned against my ear.

Barely making it to the bedroom, he was now buried in me, sweat dripping down his toned chest as he propped his hands on either side of my head.

I squealed as he pushed deeper inside of me. As he continued to moan absently, I watched him. He was beautiful. He looked like he had been chiseled out of marble. He was like some prized sculpture and I had somehow managed to steal it from the highest bidder.

His hair fell around my face and I inhaled the scent of coconut. It was my shampoo. He took it on the road because he said it reminded him of me, which was partly true, but it also made his hair soft. He was very vain when it came to his hair.

“Yeah,” he groaned, his long tongue reaching out to lick against my ear “Daddy missed this lil’ girl.”

Fuck. He knew what that did to me.

I felt myself clinch tighter around him and he smiled against my mouth as he kissed me.

“Did you?” I whispered, when our lips parted.

“Fuck yeah, I did,” he gripped my hips with his thumbs.

“Faster,” I gasped, raising my lower body up.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you real good, huh?” he laughed.

His hips picked up their pace and I felt him hastily brushing against my g-spot over and over again.

“Shit,” I yelped, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“You wanna cum now, baby?” he ran a hand back through his hair.

“Yes, please…yes,” I whimpered and wriggled beneath him.

His hips started slapping into mine and as I felt him slow to his release, I let go with my own.

“Fuck,” he spat, as I felt his cum filling me up and sliding down my thighs.

I continued to spasm around him, burying my face against his sweaty, toned chest. His hand came up to cradle my head as I did.

“Shit,” he chuckled, when we finally both stilled and he slid out of me.

I immediately rolled over, getting as close to him as possible. He kissed the top of my head and turned me around, spooning me to him.

“You sleepy?” he whispered against my ear.

I nodded my head and pulled his arm tighter around my waist.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he chuckled in my ear “I’m not finished with you yet.”

*

“Rome not here?”

I stood on the other side of the opened door and realized I had made a poor decision. I was still in my pajamas when the bell rang and didn’t expect to see Dean on the front porch.

He had a ball cap on backwards and sunglasses covering his eyes. I did my best not to look any further down.

“Um, no,” I opened the door wider for him to come in “He went to the gym.”

“Fuck, without me?” Dean scratched at his beard “Can I uh, can I wait here for him?”

“Yeah, of course,” I shut the door and we walked into the living room.

“When did he leave?”

“Um, maybe a couple hours ago?” I guessed, as I moved some magazines off the couch to make a place for him to sit down.

I turned to go change my clothes and ran straight into him. His hands gripped my arms to brace me from falling over. They didn’t move.

“You all right there, tiger?” he ran his tongue over his lower lip, his expression amused as he flipped his shades on top of his hat and then returned his hand to me.

“Sorry,” I felt my face flush “I’m just gonna go change…”

I felt his fingers dig a little harder into my arms.

“Right,” he nodded “Cause it wouldn’t be right, us here, by ourselves and you in that.”

It was a tank top and shorts but I didn’t have a bra on and the shorts looked more like underwear.

“Exactly,” I exhaled nervously.

“Rome is one lucky man,” Dean shook his head “Got a beautiful girl like you with a rock on her finger like that.”

I had pressed my hands against his chest when I had almost fell and only when I went to cast a glance at my engagement ring did I realize I was still touching him. I curled my fingers against his pecs.

“Dean, stop,” I whispered, my eyes falling from his.

“You’re smart…you don’t take any shit off nobody…Not even me,” he continued.

"Not even you,” I repeated.

His dimples returned and I suppressed the urge to reach up and touch them.

“You’re somethin’ special Y/N. I can see it…Just like he can….He just got there first.”

I looked back up at him and I literally couldn’t breathe. Our lips were mere centimeters apart and I gulped, my brain centering me back to reality.

“I, I need to go change.”

“Right,” he let go of me and stepped back “Go change.”

I hurried into the bedroom and shut the door, sliding down it to the carpet. I covered my face with my hands and drew in a deep breath. What the hell had just happened out there? The look in his eyes, the way he held on to me….What was I going to do when I wanted him just as much as I knew he wanted me? It didn’t mean I loved Roman any less, or I craved him less…I craved them both. I couldn’t have both….Could I?

Suddenly, I heard Roman’s voice as he came through the front door.

“What the fuck man?” Dean laughed “You couldn’t wait on me?”

“Two workouts today, son,” Roman responded “You can come along for the next one if you think you’re up for it.”

I heard their banter continue and eventually it drowned out into background noise. I was just thankful he was home. Another minute alone together and I didn’t know what would happen.

*

“Thanks for the dinner.”

“Sure,” I looked over my shoulder at Dean as I sat the pot of water on the stove and lit the flame.

His flight had came in hours before Roman’s due to a mix up. It was storming outside so he had taken an Uber to the house after Roman asked me to let him chill there until he got home. They had been gone for a little over a week on this trip.

The minute Roman had asked me, I could feel my stomach coil into knots. Hours alone in the house with Dean wasn’t exactly what I needed. I was already thinking about him far to much.

I was adding salt to the water, when his arm reached right beside me to grab an apple out of a bowl on the counter. I heard him bite in to it and when I turned around, he was achingly close to me chewing on it.

“Kinda get to see Roman’s special treatment, ya know?”

He grinned as he kept chewing rather obnoxiously on the apple.

“What?” I laughed, my stomach growing tighter.

“Nothin’,” he shook his head in amusement and took another bite.

“You’ll ruin your dinner,” I kidded him.

He stepped a little closer to me and a loud clap of thunder shook the whole house. I felt my breathing pick up.

He tossed the remainder of the apple into the sink and braced his arms on either side of me as I stood against the counter.

“Is that better?” he breathed against my ear.

“Dean,” I groaned, trying to get passed him but he wouldn’t let me.

“Wouldn’t wanna ruin my dinner,” he smirked, his fingers brazenly running down the side of my face.

“Don’t do this,” I found myself whispering “Please.”

His hand took hold of my face and his fingers laced through my hair at the nape of my neck. I could smell his cologne as he drew me even closer.

“Dean, I love him,” I whined, our lips achingly close to each other’s.

“I know that,” he nodded “I love him too…Best damn friend I ever had.”

“And you don’t want to hurt him,” I gasped, as he grazed my nose against his.

“No,” he shook his head “We don’t want to hurt him.”

“He would be devastated,” I felt myself tilting my lips closer to him.

“I want what he has,” Dean grabbed the other side of my face.

“And what’s that?” I whispered breathlessly, even though I knew the answer.

“You.”

With that, his lips were on mine. I moaned at how good his mouth felt, his tongue pressing against my own. My head felt dizzy, my heart was pounding and for that time, I let go and didn’t think about Roman.

“I want you,” Dean panted, when our lips finally parted.

“No,” I shook my head, trying to catch my breath “We can’t…”

His arm snaked down in front of me and I felt his hand start to rub against my pussy through my jeans.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, as his mouth went to the side of my neck.

He licked at my skin and lightly bit down, tugging on it but not hard enough to leave a mark.

The pressure he was putting on me increased and I moaned softly against him. I closed my eyes, riding out the sensation he was providing me. His thumb was exactly on my clit and the friction with my clothes was making it feel even better.

“Open them,” he growled, as he pressed his forehead into mine.

“What?” I whimpered, feeling his hot breath so close to me.

“Open your eyes.”

When I did, I was staring straight in to his hungry ones. Another crack of lightening and thunder shook the house, as steam rose up from the now boiling water on the stove.

“I wanna watch you,” he brushed my hair out of my face “I wanna see you.”

His hand increased the pressure and I tilted my pelvis toward him. His breathing was becoming more labored, both of us were panting loudly.

“Shit,” I squirmed, as his fingers grazed across me roughly.

“You’re gettin’ all wet for me, sweetheart,” he grinned.

I reached out with my tongue and licked at his dimples. He growled as I started kissing along his jaw line.

His thumb started rubbing me more vigorously. His other hand slid up underneath my shirt, underneath the underwire of my bra and over my breast.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I panted, as the steam from the stove started to float around us.

“I shouldn’t do a lot of the things I do,” he grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it between his rough fingers.

“Fuck,” I yelped, as I felt myself approaching an orgasm.

“Imagine if I was inside of you right now,” he whispered in a low growl “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I managed to gasp, just as I felt myself start to spasm underneath his hand.

“Just like that,” he stared deep into my eyes “Cum for me, huh?”

I moaned in pleasure, as he rolled his fingers against me a few more times. He moved his hand and slid the other back out of my shirt. I leaned against him, gasping for breath.

“You gonna finish making dinner?” he tilted my chin up to look at him.

I nodded slowly. He backed away and I watched him walk out of the kitchen. I turned back to the water, that was just about to boil over and turned the heat down.

What the fuck was I gonna do now?

Dean stayed in the living room until Roman finally got home just as I finished dinner.

The three of us sat at the table. They talked to each other like usual but all I could do was stare at Dean’s perfect mouth. I could still feel his lips on me, his hands on me. I felt guilty and turned on and confused. My gaze fell to my diamond ring and I felt my heart sink. I had to tell Roman what happened. I couldn’t keep it from him.

After another hour or so, Dean left. He did his usual hand shake with Roman and then turned to me.

“Thanks for dinner, Y/N,” he played it very cool “We’ll have to do it again. Real soon.”

“Yeah,” I bit at my lower lip and I saw him tense as he watched me tug on it with my teeth.

“Man, I gotta get out of here,” he looked back at Roman “Long day, ya know?”

“I feel ya. See you tomorrow,” Roman nodded, closing the door behind him.

*

“Baby?” I came into the bedroom a few hours later.

He was lying shirtless in the bed, his hands propped behind his head as he stared at the television. He looked up and turned it off.

“Come here,” he patted the space beside him.

I quickly crawled over next to him but when he reached for me, I pulled back. He looked so happy, so content. The two of us with our perfect little life. Him with his wrestling career, a beautiful house, a marriage just months away. We had everything and yet, I needed more. I had been given a taste of it and it was all I could think about.

“What’s the matter?” he laughed in confusion.

“I need to tell you something,” I whispered.

I felt the tears already forming in my eyes because I had planned out what I was going to say and I knew it was going to rip his heart out.

He sat up when he noticed and brushed a thumb over one of them as it trickled down my cheek.

“You can tell me anything baby, you know that,” he looked worried.

“Not this,” I shook my head “Oh God…Not this. You’re going to hate me…Fuck, I am so sorry.”

His brow furrowed in confusion but anger also creased it.

“What?” his voice was deeper and less comforting now “What happened?”

I finally looked him straight in the eyes. He deserved that. He deserved me to look at him when I told him what I had done.

“Something happened today,” I forced the words out “With Dean.”

“Dean?” Roman sat up completely in the bed “Did he make a pass at you?”

How did I answer that one? Yes, but I thoroughly enjoyed it?

“It’s more complicated than that,” I whispered.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” all sensitivity was gone now.

“We…we kissed each other,” I whimpered, sobs starting to rise in my throat.

“You what?” he asked in a calm voice but with a growl that scared me.

“We kissed and…he touched me…”

“He touched you?” Roman moved closer to me “He touched you where?”

I suddenly couldn’t speak. The pain and anger in his eyes was literally breaking my heart.

“Roman,” I sighed.

“No, you tell me where Y/N. Right now…Say it!”

I gulped and braced myself for the next level of anger that was to come. I deserved it. I deserved every last ounce of anger he had inside him.

“My…my pussy,” I managed to get out.

Roman’s fist slammed down on the mattress and his face was right up next to mine.

“And you let him touch you? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Roman, please,” I shook my head “Please just let me explain.”

He grabbed my face in his hand and jerked me closer to him.

“You let my best friend put his hands all over you? In my house?!”

I nodded, unable to try to defend myself like I had planned to.

“So you acted like a whore?” his words cut deep but I nodded because at that moment, I felt that way.

“I gotta get out of here.”

He let go of my face and grabbed his shirt off the floor, pulling it over his head.

“No,” I stood up, “Roman, please, we need to talk about this.”

“Don’t even think of coming near me right now,” he spat, as he reached for his keys on the dresser.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not going to hurt your precious Ambrose, ok?” he snarled “This is between the two of us right now. And right now, I want to get as far away from you as possible.”

“Baby, please,” I whimpered.

“Shut up,” he looked over at me with a cold expression.

And he left.

He came home the next morning.

I was doing laundry, washing the jeans I had wore the night before. I felt like if I did, it would somehow wash away some of the guilt…It didn’t.

I could tell he hadn’t slept when I met him in the hallway. Neither had I.

“You’re home,” I whispered in surprise.

“We need to talk,” he looked at me, almost broken.

He grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me lightly toward the living room. I savored the warmth and strength of his hand, in case it was the last time he touched me.

We sat down on the couch and he dropped his head into his hands. Agonizing seconds passed by as I watched him struggle to calm himself down.

“Why?” he finally asked, raising his eyes up to me.

Time to get honest. Time to tell him everything. If this was going to end, I wanted him to know every single feeling I had. For him, for Dean, everything.

“There’s been, this…tension, between him and me for a while,” I started.

“Tension?” he nodded angrily, running his hand over his mouth.

“I’m…I’m attracted to him…”

He leaned back and his knee started to bounce as he tried to hold himself back from exploding.

“Keep goin’,” he ordered me.

“I love you. God, Roman I love you more than anyone on this planet. You have to know that.”

He didn’t respond.

“But, when I see him…I want him too….It’s like…It’s like he fits somewhere here.”

Roman turned his eyes to me, wide with confusion and realization all at once.

“What? You sayin’ you want both of us?” he scoffed.

My eyes fell to my lap.

“Shit, that’s what you want? Marry me but fuck Ambrose on the side?”

“No,” I looked back up quickly “No. That’s not it…I want to marry you. Just you…But Dean, he could…”

"What the fuck is wrong with you?” Roman stood up “You’re asking me to share my future wife with my best friend? What like all three of us in a relationship or somethin’?”

“I don’t know!” I stood up in front of him “I don’t know what I’m saying, ok? All I know is what I’m feeling! I love you! I love you, ok?! But there is something there between Dean and me and I don’t know how to stop it! I don’t know how to turn it off!…People, people have arrangements like that…”

“This is fucking crazy,” Roman shook his head “It’s crazy! There’s no way in hell that I am going to pass you off to Dean every other night of the god damn week!”

“What if….” I chewed on my lip nervously “What if it was only with you around?”

“You want me to watch that shit?” he spat “Fuck no!…Fuck no!”

He stormed passed me and grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair.

“Where are you going?” I pleaded, following him.

“Where I should have went last night,” he glared at me “To kick Ambrose’s ass!”

“No!” I stepped in front of him “You said this was our problem. Yours and mine!”

“Not anymore,” he pushed me lightly out of the way and slammed the door behind him.

Dean didn’t answer his phone. I sat on the couch for a long time, chewing on my nails and fighting fits of tears.

The hours ticked by and the sky darkened. Nobody was answering their phone and my anxiety continued to mount with every passing moment.

I could have went to Dean’s apartment, but that would have just made things worse. Despite my fears, they had as much to work out as we did. If that meant throwing punches and breaking furniture, that was what it took.

I finally left my post on the couch to take a shower. I assumed Roman wouldn’t be home. so I might as well go to bed and pray that they were both intact in the morning.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself and walked out into the bedroom.

I gasped, my grip on the towel letting go for it to fall to my feet.

Dean and Roman were sitting on the bed. They both had war wounds. Dean had a busted lip and a black eye. Roman had a black eye too, along with a large gash down the side of his face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I tried to calm my surprise.

Roman stood up, wrapping the towel back around me, as I watched Dean staring at every curve of my naked body.

“Sit down,” Roman said sternly, positioning me between them.

“What’s going on?” I whispered.

“We figured this shit out,” Dean scratched the back of his neck.

“If it’s what you want,” Roman’s fingers brushed my hair “I won’t lose you because of it.”

“We both want to take care of you,” Dean pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“We want to make you happy, baby,” Roman inched his mouth closer to my ear.

“You can marry him,” Dean ran his finger playfully along my face.

“But any time you want him,” Roman sighed “You can have him…and me.”

“What?” I laughed, glancing between them “You two can’t honestly have agreed on this.”

“It’s not easy,” Roman shook his head “But you’re too fucking important to me.”

“You’re kinda important to me too,” Dean brushed his nose against my cheek.

“So,” Roman reached to unwrap my towel again “Why don’t we try this out?…See how it goes.”

He tossed the towel to the floor and took hold of my neck, his long tongue licking up to my ear. He moaned against me and I felt myself shiver. Dean mimicked his actions, on the other side of me and I felt my thighs already slick.

“Fucking shit,” I gasped, their mouths and hands roaming over me from both sides of my body.

Roman pulled his shirt over his head, then stood to step out of his pants. Dean’s hand massaged my left breast, as his mouth sucked eagerly near my collarbone.

Roman pulled me to my feet once he was undressed and bent me over the bed. As he smacked my ass, I could feel some of his anger being taken out.

“Give it a slap, Ambrose.”

Dean stood up, sliding off his own shirt before he walked behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see him lick the length of his palm and then slam it down on my skin.

“Her ass is perfect,” Dean grunted, as his hands went to his belt.

“Shit, every inch of my baby is perfect,” Roman pulled me up to him, my back against his chest.

His mouth grabbed mine and he roughly ran his hands down my body, three fingers sliding inside of me.

“Roman,” I yelped, as I started to wind my hips.

Dean finished undressing and I saw his dick for the first time as he climbed onto the bed in front of me. He was hard and literally throbbing, his eyes dark and focused on me. He pushed my breasts together, his tongue darting across them before he drew one of my nipples into his mouth. He groaned in pleasure against me as his eyes looked up at me hungrily.

“Fuck,” I whispered, still riding on Roman’s fingers, as I leaned down to run my hand through Dean’s shaggy hair.

“This what you wanted?” Roman purred into my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped for air.

Dean’s thumb found my clit and he began to pinch it tightly, while Roman’s fingers continued to pump me from behind.

“I wanna feel you cum around my fingers,” Roman hissed in my ear “Do it.”

His hand came around to grip my throat and as I continued to stare down at Dean devouring me, I clamped around Roman.

“It feels so fucking good,” I whined.

“Yeah?” Roman gripped my throat a little tighter.

As everything settled inside of me, they didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. Dean fell onto his back and pulled me down on top of him. His fingers dug into my hip bones as he lifted me hovering above his pelvis.

“You ready for me?” he asked in a deep voice.

I nodded, unable to speak.

He lowered me down, his dick sinking up into me slowly. I wailed with every inch of him and a huge smile of satisfaction came across his face.

“Remember, that’s my pussy Ambrose,” Roman grunted, as he stood by the bed.

He brushed my hair off my neck and leaned his mouth down by my ear.

I began to bounce on top of Dean, savoring every second. He felt so fucking amazing. His hands, his hips, his eyes, everything was rough and needy and wanting and everything I had felt in that kitchen, everything I had felt over the last few months.

“He treating you good?” Roman whispered in my ear “He’s fuckin’ my baby good, huh?”

I gasped, leaning over and grabbing Roman’s mouth against mine. My tongue danced along with his, each kiss a kiss of thank you for agreeing to try this. He laughed into my mouth.

“Easy baby,” he pulled away “You don’t have to thank me all at once.”

“Fuck,” Dean gasped, his hands bouncing me even harder on top of him.

“Dean,” I leaned down, my lips brushing across his and whispered “Fuck me harder.”

“Shit,” Dean laughed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He started pounding me wildly, each thrust stirring more and more inside of me.

Finally, I felt myself start to tighten and he moaned.

“Fuck, she feels so good,” he gasped, his hands letting go of my hips and tugging on my nipples.

“I’m giving you a present, Ambrose,” Roman rubbed my shoulders “Don’t make me regret it.”

“Dean, oh my god!” I squealed, every inch of me starting to quake as my orgasm took over me.

“Damn it,” Dean’s eyes squeezed shut as he lightly pushed me off him.

I immediately, without thinking, wrapped my lips around his dick and slowly sucked the cum from the tip. His hands wound in my hair and panting gasps came from his mouth.

He pulled my head up and pressed his lips against mine, hard and passionate and seering. I moaned into the confines of his mouth and he echoed it. His hands scraping down my bare back as I leaned over him, straddling his legs.

When we finished, he grabbed my face in his hands, still panting for breath.

“I’ll take what I can get,” he spoke to Roman but still looked at me “Shit, she’s worth it.”