#oc cuddle prompt

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

"Shh, let them sleep"

[numberonenutty]

ok I don’t feel like redrawing yesterdays prompt today but I’ll probably do it eventually…anyways htf-tober day 8, dress up! had a lot of fun with this one. (cuddles is dressed up as my fursona)

[vialae]

quick and easy 600ish words of gort and kai cuddling and chatting before going to sleep??

its not very heavily edited, so beware, but i just thought the idea was cute

Nigh on midnight, the bedroom was still and peaceful.

A fireplace quietly crackled, close to burning itself out entirely for the day.

All curtains but one had been pulled firmly closed, a sliver of moonlight shining onto the bed where two bodies lay snugly tucked under their many layers of bedding. 

Bane and Bhaal’s Chosen, settling down after a particularly long day, both wanting nothing more than to have some time to themselves.

Gortash was propped up on his elbow, a doting smile on his face as he leaned over Kaidos.

“I always liked you with long hair, you know.” 

“I don’t think you’d pull off long hair.”

“I don’t know, there were a few patriars that seemed to enjoy it.”

Kaidos laughed, his fingers combing through Gortash’s hair. Pointed nails gently ghosted along his scalp. The hand stopped on the nape of his partner’s neck, a large palm easily cradling the base of his skull. 

“If it was so popular, why’d you get rid of it?”

“It would irritate me. I got tired of tying it back each time I needed to work on something.”

“Or someone.” Kaidos grinned like a naughty boy as Gortash rolled his eyes, struggling to keep a smile from forming on his own face. 

The Banite leaned down, pressing a kiss to his partner’s lips before rolling off of him and back to his own half of the bed.

Kaidos had taken it as a sign to follow, barely waiting until Gortash had settled down before he shuffled into his personal space. His head rested on his shoulder, a short horn lightly pressed against the human’s jaw. A strong arm stretched across Gortash’s stomach and acted like a comforting weight with how it laid.

In turn, his own arm wrapped around Kaidos, fingers lightly tracing intricate patterns on the already inked shoulder. He felt an especially warm leg hook over his own, swiftly followed by a tail which coiled around his calf and squeezed ever so lightly. 

“What was my hair like when it was long?”

“Wavy. You always tied the top section of it back. During our meetings in summer, it was up entirely.” 

“Was it soft?”

“I don’t know. You had it cut before I got the opportunity to get my hands on you.”

“Did you want me to keep it?”

“You were - and still are - your own person, who can make his own decisions. I wouldn’t be so fickle in my desire for you over something as trivial as hair.”

“But in your fantasies and such, did I have long hair in them?”

Gortash went quiet for a few moments, thinking. His hand trailed down, smoothing against and then holding the thigh of the leg which had hooked over his own. “To begin with, yes. I was quick to adapt to how you would look before me, though.”

Kaidos hummed, craning his neck to make eye contact with Gortash, “Did you have a lot of fantasies about me?”

“Go to sleep, Kai,” He turned his head away from the Bhaalspawn’s, pretending to ignore the chuckle that freely flowed from deep within his partner’s chest. 

A strong, large hand gripped his jaw, forcibly turning his head until his dark eyes met the familiar flaming ones. 

“I just want to hear you say it.” 

In defiance, Gortash stared at his partner. 

The strong fingers slid down to his throat, twitching and eager to apply pressure. Gortash wasn’t sure if Kaidos was aware of the action. 

“I always thought about you a lot, my dear. How could I not?”

“Mm, so diplomatic of you,” Kaidos leaned in, pressing a kiss to his partner's lips before relenting back down to resting on Gortash’s shoulder once more. “Goodnight, Enver.”

“Goodnight, darling.” 

[practically-an-x-man]

4, 10, 14 for the cuddle prompts?

Thank you!! This will be fun :D And that's a Nikoletta prompt if I've ever seen one!

Cuddle & Snuggle Prompts

4. lazy cuddles in the morning 10. revelling in their body warmth 14. cuddles after being touch-starved

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It was the first time she'd shared a bed in over fifteen years, and she was terrified she'd leave a mark.

This would be about right for it, with her luck. Days in the hospital, more time in the new apartment, and still no sign of the shadows returning - and she'd been careful, oh so careful - but the cynical voice in the back of her mind insisted that these few gentle moments would be right when things came crashing down around her.

That was always how it seemed to go in the past.

It took almost three weeks before she could convince Abner to stop sleeping on the couch. It was wreaking havoc on his spine to be curled up on those worn old cushions, she could see his discomfort in every step he took, and it hurt her heart. This should've been his chance for comfort too, after so many years deprived of it. And Nikoletta was too cold to find sleep anyway, in bed or otherwise.

But he was warm. She knew that with every little touch he offered her, from the slightest brush of his fingers to the way he held her after she first woke up in the hospital. She knew that he was about the only thing to chase away those shadows.

And so she finally managed to convince him, her need for warmth outweighing her fear.

The following morning, Nikoletta awoke feeling drowsy and content, for perhaps the first time in years. Most nights she found herself jolting to a start, awake at once, either from the cold or the nightmares that plagued her all too often. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept so well. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd slept fully through the night, excluding of course her four comatose days in the hospital.

She turned herself over and bumped into Abner right beside her. Neither of them were used to sharing a bed, not yet. Abner hummed vaguely at the contact, his fingers skirting gently over her body as he tried to reorient himself. They finally settled on her back, in something almost like a hug, and she thought she saw a smile cross his face.

"Mm. Hey, Nik."

"Hey. Did you sleep okay?"

She remembered him getting up once, sometime in the middle of the night. She thought it meant he'd reconsidered and was resigning himself back to the couch, but he returned after only a few minutes. She remembered something similar back in Corto Maltese, though they'd been ten feet apart then.

"Yeah." he mumbled, "Yeah, I did. Did you?"

She nodded, and even dared to close a little more of that distance between them. Abner's fingertips traced abstract patterns over her back, hardly even tactual through the fabric of her nightshirt. Even so, it sent pleasant prickles down her skin. It had been so long, too long, since she'd been granted the gift of any human touch.

"It's, um-" Nikoletta started, grasping for words after a lifetime spent cold and hollow, "It's been a long time since I've slept like that."

"Oh." His voice had fallen, as it often seemed to, and Nikoletta shook her head. She found herself reaching for him, the motion blind and clumsy but with only the best intentions. She found his hand - the safest place, she didn't dare reach for more just yet - and wrapped her fingers around his.

"No- in a good way. It was nice. Really nice."

"Yeah. Yeah, it- it was. Still is."

And then Abner shifted a little, as if spurred by a brief burst of courage, and pulled her close against him. Nikoletta released her grip on his hand, letting her palm fall against his stomach instead. It was hard to say whether this felt awkward or easy: awkward for being out of practice, for not knowing the right motions, for feeling as if any moment he'd push her away... but at the same time, all too easy to be comforted by his presence.

She'd guessed it back in Belle Reve. There was a gentleness to him, buried deep beneath layers of cosmic energy and intense self-loathing. It wouldn't be the same with someone else. They could go through all the motions, perform this dance with none of the barely-rehearsed fumbling she seemed to have here with him, and it still wouldn't be the same.

"You're really warm," she found herself mumbling, ducking her head against his shoulder to soak up a little more of that same warmth.

"I'm sorry. I can move, if-"

"No, don't- please. Stay here."

So he settled back in, and his fingers resumed their idle, half-distracted patterns against her back, and Nikoletta pressed herself close to the warmth and the touch. A fresh wash of drowsiness crested over her, as if her body demanded any chance for rest after so many years spent shivering.

He didn't seem to care that she was cold - cold like a winter breeze, like the same shadows that splashed across his back, cold like darkness and death. In fact, he hardly seemed to notice at all.

She didn't deserve a lick of this. With everything she'd done... she'd never deserve his gentleness. Not in her life.

But she hoped she could keep it all the same.

[scionshtola]

13 for the cuddle prompts 🥰

ty hannah!!

13. holding and watching the other while they fall asleep || 255 words

Corisande sinks into Y’shtola’s arms, their ears carefully pointed away from her face as they tuck their nose into the curve of her neck. Though their narrow shoulders and rather straight frame give them the appearance of being slight, their height and the long, lean muscles from years of acrobatic machinist training make them a significant presence in her arms. But Y’shtola does not mind—their warm, solid weight pressed her comfortingly into the bed, settling her.

“Turning in for the night, are we?” Y’shtola slips a hand under Corisande’s nightshirt and presses her palm to the warm skin beneath, corners of her lips quirking when they relax even further in her arms. Corisande hums softly, her eyelashes whispering against Y’shtola’s neck as she closes her eyes.

Y’shtola has her answer. She rubs soothing circles into their back and presses a soft kiss between their slowly drooping ears. Their breath glides warm and even across her collarbones, almost tickling. Corisande grows slightly heavier in her arms the further they fall into sleep, and a small, warm delight takes root in Y'shtola, expanding with each rise and fall of their chest against hers.

After sharing a bed for so long now, Y’shtola knows ‘tis no small thing for Corisande to fall asleep so easily. As warm and secure as Y’shtola feels beneath her, Corisande must feel equally as secure in Y’shtola’s arms. 

Y’shtola tucks her smile into their hair, disguised as a gentle kiss, rests her cheek atop their head, and says, “Goodnight, my love. Sleep well.”

[pillowsickfics]

Ok hiiiiiiii!! I saw your new OCs and I have a request? Only if you want to ofc

Maybe a fic with Laurie having just an upset stomach for no apparent reason and being really off/out of it but thinking he has to power through (maybe bc of him always being in the caretaker role) and then one of the guys (idk who) on the Hockey team taking over a caretaker role? Like platonic cuddles and warm feels AHHHHH!

Ok ofc only do this if you want, just a thought bc I adore your writing!!!

anon! hi!! thank you so much! this means so much to me and this prompt was so lovely, i sorta gave him a reason for being sick so i hope you don’t mind too much! i haven’t written for laurie yet and i love it!

i also combined this prompt with a suggestion in @bellysoupset’s tags in which Laurie catches Maverick’s bug from this fic. hope you both enjoy!

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In hindsight, it should have been obvious that Laurie would end up in this situation. But when it came to caring for others, critical thinking was not his strong suit.

“I’m home Mav! I brought some stuff for you!” He called out from where he was fumbling with several plastic bags at the front door of his and Mavericks shared apartment.

He wrestled his way in and shut the door with his hip, setting everything on the kitchen counter. He let out a long sigh and rubbed at his face.

Laurie had spent the better part of the weekend taking care of his best friend when he came down with an awful stomach bug, and the sleepless nights were clearly starting to get to him, because he found a persistent ache all throughout his body that definitely wasn’t there before. On top of that, he felt weirdly dizzy from the simple effort of carrying groceries in. His world felt a little unsteady, and he’d even venture to call it slight nausea. He simply chalked it up to having seen more vomit than he would have liked to the past few days.

There was a creak of the door and Maverick emerged from his bedroom, clad in only blue boxers and old t-shirt that would have been oversized on anyone who was 6’3 and built. He yawned and lazily scratched at his belly as he walked into the kitchen. To Laurie’s delight, the pallor from the constant vomiting seemed to have subsided, as well as the unnatural flush from the fever.

“Hey dude. You feeling any better? I brought you some soup from Whole Foods and a grilled cheese, if you can stomach it,” Laurie said, taking care to unload the groceries from their plastic bags.

Maverick gave a nod to Laurie’s question and had a seat at the table. “Thanks Laurie.. dude, you’re awesome, you know that?” Maverick smiled at Laurie and rested his head on his hand.

Laurie rolled his eyes lightheartedly at the display of affection and tossed the grilled cheese towards Maverick, who caught it with ease.

“I think I’ll take it easy for the rest of today, but get back to classes tomorrow.. I can finally keep stuff down,” Maverick continued. He tentatively unwrapped the grilled cheese, and when the smell wafted to his nose, he found that he was actually starving. He began digging into the sandwich with a vigor that had been missing the whole weekend.

Laurie felt like he could breathe again. It was awful to see someone you care about so miserable, but now that Maverick was on the mend, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Alright, while you do that, I can do your laundry for you.. It’ll be nice to have fresh clothes for tomorrow, yeah?” Laurie said, putting the rest of the groceries in the fridge.

“Really?? Aww man.. you don’t have to do that..” Maverick said around a mouthful of food. He paused to swallow. “If you’re already doing laundry, do you think you could also throw my sheets in there? I must have sweat the fever out last night and uh.. yeah. Kinda gross.”

Laurie laughed and grimaced, but it was far from the grossest thing he’d experienced while living with all his siblings. In a way, caring for Maverick put him right back in his childhood home, in that sense.

“Yeah, I got it,” He replied before heading into Maverick’s bedroom.

The room still smelled vaguely like vomit since that was all Maverick had been doing in it lately. The smell of it made Laurie suddenly queasy again, which was unusual since he was pretty much desensitized to all that stuff.

He breathed through his mouth as he collected Mavericks strewn-about clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Then, he made his way to Maverick’s bed to deal with the sheets. True to word, they were slightly damp and smelled.. lived in.

He pulled them off the mattress and tossed them in the hamper as well. He grabbed the hamper and brought it to the tiny laundry room in the hallway, really more of a closet than anything.

From the doorway, he could see that Maverick had apparently finished his meal and was now sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly browsing various streaming services. He seemed to be content, finally. Again, Laurie felt a surge of warmth seeing his friend back to normal.

He began loading the washer with the laundry, but found that bending over irritated his stomach because it suddenly jumped to his throat. He felt an odd cramp surge through him. He stood up and paused, lightly cradling his belly.

That was weird. Why did he feel so weird? He paused for a few more seconds before finishing loading the washer and adding in the detergent.

His stomach still felt all stirred up, and he groaned miserably. Food. He hadn’t eaten yet. That had to be it. He was just nauseous from hunger.

He left the washer to run, and padded into the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards to see what he could eat. He absolutely refused to eat Maverick’s soup, since he bought that specifically for him. Maverick was on the mend, but that didn’t mean 100% better.

Instead, Laurie microwaved some mac ‘n cheese, and sat on the couch with Maverick, who had fallen asleep watching The Empire Strikes Back.

The food in front of him didn’t look particularly appetizing, despite his insistence on the fact that he was just hungry.

He took small, hesitant bites while watching Luke Skywalker getting trained by Yoda, but each bite sat heavy in his belly. He tried to focus on the movie a little more, but the movement on screen just made his head spin. Perhaps the food had been a mistake. Instead of feeling better like he was sure he would, he felt worse and worse.

Not wanting to waste the food anyways, he forced himself to finish before shoving the bowl on the coffee table and wrapping a protective arm around his middle. The nausea had increased ten-fold and at this point, his belly was audibly gurgling.

It finally occurred to him that maybe he caught whatever bug Maverick had brought home, and the thought deeply unsettled him. He didn’t want Maverick to feel like he had to care for him, he could care for himself. He didn’t want to bother Maverick with this when he was finally getting some rest, especially if Maverick was planning on returning to classes. No, Laurie would have to handle this himself.

His stomach lurched threateningly, and a burp fought it’s way up. He muffled it with the back of his hand and softly whimpered. He felt horrible. His world was spinning on its axis and the food he had eaten was violently churning.

His mouth filled with thick saliva and his jaw felt imperceptibly heavy, He realized that this was a warning. Unfortunately, the warning came a little bit too late because as he was trying to get up to get himself to the bathroom, his shoulders hitched forward and he retched up a thin stream of watery vomit.

He didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before he heaved, bringing up his barely digested lunch all over the front of his shirt and the floor. Before he could muffle it, a guttural burp forced its way out, but it morphed into another retch that brought up more thick vomit. He felt his body start to sway as a stray tear dropped down his cheek.

“Laurie…?” Maverick sleepily mumbled from his spot on the couch. He sat up and once he processed what the fuck was going on, he shot up. “Shit, Laurie!”

Laurie wanted to respond. He wanted to say “I’m fine, just go back to sleep.” But he couldn’t. He felt humiliated. He wanted to be stronger than this, he didn’t want the only other sick person in the house to have to be the one to deal with this.

Laurie pitched forward with another violent retch that brought up a torrent of sick, this time splattering on his jeans. His entire body was shaking. His vision was swirling. Everything hurt. God, why did he have to catch this bug now. He felt himself start to fall forward, his body apparently having given out from pure exertion.

A strong hand caught his shoulder.

“Easy.. easy buddy.. oh Laurie.. it’s alright, just breathe..” Maverick said softly, helping Laurie sit up a bit more. He began to rub gentle circles into his back and frowned when he felt the sickly heat radiating off of him.

“You’re burning up.. oh man.. did I give this to you? I’m sorry Laurie..”

Laurie shook his head. “Not your fault,” he choked out, burping into his fist. The nausea was persistent, and his belly ached terribly but he felt done for the time being. He wasn’t even sure he had anything left to throw up. Now, he had to do damage control. Maverick shouldn’t be dealing with this. “I’m—” Hic. “I’m fine.. don’t worry about it..”

“Respectfully, this is not fine. You’re sick, you’re miserable. Let someone lighten the load. Isn’t that what you told me?” Maverick said, maneuvering himself so he could meet Laurie’s eye. He cupped a gentle hand over the redhead’s cheek, both as a comforting gesture, but also to gage the fever. “Cmon.. Let me help you.. you spent so much time taking care of me this weekend, I want to do this. You’re my best friend Laurie.”

Laurie was as surprised as Maverick was when he felt hot tears begin to fill his eyes and spill over on his warm cheeks. He’d never felt care like this before. He was never the one to receive it, at least. He suddenly felt all warm inside, and it had nothing to do with his raging fever. Laurie simply nodded, not letting himself speak for fear that he would get choked up. Pesky fever, making him all emotional. He finally understood what Maverick had meant at the hockey rink that day. It had to be the fever.

“Alright then. Nurse Miller mode. I’m gonna run you a hot bath, and when you’re in there I’ll clean all this up. I don’t want you to worry about it. Just focus on getting out of those clothes, okay?”

Laurie nodded, for once not having it in him to put up much of a fight. As Maverick left, he got to work on himself. A bath did sound nice. Besides the obvious mess that was all down his front, he felt pretty grimy in general. His fiery hair was moussed and damp with sweat. The smell of sick clung to his nostrils and it made him even more nauseous, despite having nothing left to throw up. Yeah, a warm bath sounded heavenly.

He carefully peeled off his t-shirt, taking care not to get any of the vomit back on him. He repeated the action with his jeans until he was clad in only his boxers. He felt suddenly very chilled, and began shivering where he was standing stiffly in the living room. He could also see now exactly how bloated he really was. His upset belly stretched slightly against his boxers, and gurgled ominously. He wrapped his arms around it as he waited for Maverick to come back out.

“Alright, the baths ready whenever you are. I’ll set out some clean clothes too.. I’m sorry you’re so sick dude.. It’s uh.. not gonna be fun..”

Laurie snorted. “I figured that much..” He lifted his eyes to meet the taller man’s. “And uh.. Mav? Thanks… really. This all uh.. it all means a lot..”

Maverick rolled his eyes playfully and lightly shoved Laurie in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be the sentimental one! Go take your bath!”

Laurie laughed again, and shut the bathroom door behind him.

He made quick work of washing himself, then scrubbing at the sweat and grease in his hair and applying his usual products. He spent a few extra moments basking in the warm water, letting it sooth his cramps, before draining the tub and wrapping a towel around his hips.

He shuffled into his room and saw that, neatly folded on his bed, was his favorite pair of pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. After putting on his favorite printed socks and another pair of boxers, he shrugged both items on and let out a sigh of relief. The pajamas were much less stiff and tight on his bloated belly, and the material was like heaven on his fevered skin. He felt more alive than he had in the past two hours.

After roughly towel-drying his hair, he made his way to the living room once again, where he saw Maverick wiping up the last of the mess on the floor.

“Sorry about that by the way..” Laurie sheepishly murmured, taking a seat on the couch.

“Nah, it’s fine. It was gross, but I’ve dealt with worse.” Maverick said, tossing the paper towels and washing his hands. He also took a seat on the couch, scooting closer to Laurie, offering him a water bottle and two pills. “Think you can stomach it? You’re probably dehydrated as hell. Plus, you’ll feel better after taking some fever reducers..”

Laurie’s stomach roiled as if in reply, and he grimaced. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew it would help, so he popped the pills in his mouth and knocked them back with as little water as possibly. He sat as still as possibly, letting the following waves of nausea wash over him before his stomach finally settled a bit.

Maverick sighed contendedly, and placed the bottle on the coffee table. “Alright.. let’s get some rest dude..”

Laurie hummed in response, and sank further in the cushions. He was finally warm and comfortable and he relished in it. He watched absentmindedly as Maverick resumed The Empire Strikes Back. Some time between Han Solo being help captive in Cloud City and Luke Skywalker’s duel with Darth Vader, Laurie stopped listening because he suddenly found it impossible to keep his heavy eyelids open. He let his head rest on the large, warm shoulder of his best friend. For a moment, despite the persistent ache in his belly and fever headache was suffering from, all was right in the world. All because he had a friend who truly cared about him.

[laika6007]

take care

“You okay?” I heard the concerned voice across the bedroom as I lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling. “I guess” I say shifting my eyes from the ceiling towards the concerned eyes of the figure sitting on the gaming chair. 

He had stopped playing the game. He motions his hands forward and pats his lap. I follow what he says and sit on his lap facing him and hugging by the crook of his neck. I nuzzle my face on his neck as he hugs and pats my back. “Rough day? he asked continuing his game, “mhmm” I answer closing my eyes, letting his scent fill my nostrils. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” he asked one hand rubbing my back and the other on the keyboard pressing buttons. I tell Noah everything that had happened during these past days. I felt better after telling him. “Damn, didn’t know I was in love with wonder woman. It must be hard for you, did you even think about yourself ?”

I replied him while nodding my head as a no. My eyelids were becoming heavy. “ well it’s now your time to get plenty amount of rest; since you’ll be here for some days I’ll take care of you and make sure you eat properly” he says while picking me up from the chair and walking towards the bed. “I’m not sick for you to take care of me” I replied as my voice became sleepy. “well you can’t argue with me love”. I felt the soft mattress touch my back and my body shifted into a comfortable position on the bed as he put the covers on top off me, joining me in bed. I shifted my body towards him. We both cuddled and fell asleep while listening to each others heart beat and breathings. 

a/n- please ignore the grammatical errors <3

[faofinn]

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

Harrison hadn't moved from Tai's sofa all weekend. They'd been out together on the Friday, a date night quickly turning into a weekend. They'd gotten more than a little tipsy, falling into bed together when they got home. 

Of course they both felt rather worse for wear the morning after, but they curled into each other and pulled the duvet over their heads to block out the world. By the afternoon, the worst of the hangover had faded, but Harrison was left with a scratchy throat and sniffles he couldn't stop. His body ached too, but he'd brushed that off being active the night before. Tai made a late lunch for them, just snacky food from the fridge, things to pick at.

Tai had been looking forwards to the food, settled on the sofa next to Hars, but the other man had been quiet, and he had to admit he was worried. He’d hardly touched the food, unlike him, and he frowned. 

“You still hungover?” He asked softly. 

"Mm?" Harrison raised his head, trying to focus on Tai. Everything was fuzzy and thick, and just not right. "Oh, probably, yeah."

“I feel you. Not as young as I used to be. Can’t remember how I used to drink as much as I did at Uni.” 

"Yeah, I didn't think I'd had that much, though."

“More time on the sofa required, then. We can order in tonight.”

"Oh, sure, yeah." Harrison blushed. "I'd like that."

“Me too.”

"Thought I was gonna be home alone tonight again."

“Mm, no. I’m selfish, I want to keep you here.”

"I'm not gonna argue at that." Harrison grinned, though quickly turned away to sneeze. "Ugh. Sorry."

“You alright?”

"Came out of nowhere."

“I should probably dust or something.”

"It's not your place. Just a random one."

“Mm, okay.”

"What are you fancying for tea?" He asked, stretching for a snack. 

“Not sure. Chinese?”

"Mm, yeah."

“We’ll get that, then.”

"Maybe not any beer, not tonight."

Tai groaned. “God no.”

"You're not meant to get hungover if you stay drunk."

“I’m pretty certain that doesn’t work, but you’re the doctor.”

"It does, for a while." Tai didn't need to know the real reason he knew that. 

“Just delaying the inevitable.”

He hummed. "Maybe, yeah."

“No beer tonight, I think I’ll die.”

"I definitely will."

“No dying.”

"So no beer."

“No beer, just greasy food.”

Harrison made a noise in agreement. "Lemon chicken, some chicken and sweetcorn soup, ooh, some proper fried rice? Ah, prawn crackers!"

“Oh, that’s settled then.”

"Mhmm, definitely." He snuggled into Tai's side, suddenly exhausted. 

“You going to nap?”

He shook his head. "No, just comfortable. I like lying in your lap."

“You’re like a cat.” He teased. 

"Where do you think I got it from?" He grinned, rolling onto his back.

“Cute like that. Do you want belly rubs?” 

"I'm not an actual cat." He protested, but didn't complain. 

Tai settled for running his hand through his hair. “You sure about that?”

He couldn't help the sigh in contentment. "Mhmm, sure."

“You’re practically purring.”

Hars cracked an eye open, deliberately purring at Tai. "How's that?"

Tai couldn’t help but laugh. “Weirdo.”

Harrison broke off to cough, though quickly grinned. "Hey, you started it."

His cough didn’t sound great, but Tai didn’t push it. He was probably just run down on top of the hangover. “That’s true.”

"It is nice, though." Harrison admitted, not meeting his gaze.

“I won’t stop, then.”

"Thank you."

“You’re nice and warm in my lap.”

"Really? I'm kinda cold." He admitted. 

“There’s a blanket on the back of the sofa.” Tai said, reaching to pull it down. “Here.”

"Won't you get too warm?"

“I’ll be okay.” 

Harrison made a quiet noise, but stretched to grab the blanket. 

Tai helped, spreading it out over him gently. “There. Better?”

He didn't think it was possible, but he fell further in love with him. He settled down, a smile on his face. "Thank you."

“Should we put a film on?”

"Mm, yeah."

Tai scrolled through idly, eventually finding something to put on. It wasn’t exactly thrilling, but it was some background noise for the pair of them to relax to. 

Harrison dozed on Tai's lap, occasionally making a comment at the film. There was something intimate about just existing with each other, and Harrison didn't want to break the spell. 

They spent most of the day there, watching shit films and dozing off the hangover. It felt tantalisingly perfect, like it was always supposed to be like that. They ordered their food that evening, and ate it laughing, the worst of Tai’s hangover gone. 

Still, they headed to be early, Tai unwilling to let Hars leave. He knew he should, but the other man wasn’t exactly complaining, and like this he could pretend things would always be like this. 

Harrison happily joined Tai in bed, curling around the other man. He still felt a bit rough, but Tai seemed to fix everything. With his head on his shoulder and his arm draped across his chest, he could almost imagine it was forever.

Tai fell asleep quite quickly, comfortable with Harrison and still tired despite the sleep he’d had during the day. He hoped Harrison would feel better soon, worried about him. 

Harrison woke in the early hours, rolling over to go to the toilet. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, waiting for his head to clear. His nose was blocked, and his throat was beyond dry. It took him a moment to realise he was ill, not just hungover, and his heart sank. He shoved his leg on, padding to the bathroom.

Sat on the toilet, he made up his mind. It wasn't fair on Tai for Harrison to get him sick, so that meant no sleeping in his bed. He hauled himself to his feet, washed his hands and then made his way to the living room, curling up on the sofa there. 

Tai had woken when Harrison had, though once he’d gone to the toilet he’d dozed off again. When he didn’t come back, though, he didn’t understand, the bed empty. 

He found him curled on the living room sofa, and still didn’t quite understand what was going on. “Hars?”

He startled awake, half sitting up in confusion. "Oh. Tai."

“Hey. Why are you on the sofa?”

He lay back down, coughing into his arm. "Think I've got a cold."

“And? Come back to bed, this isn’t comfortable.”

"I'm not getting you sick." He shook his head.

“Don’t be daft, c’mon. Come back to bed.”

"No, I'm serious." He sniffed. "I'm fine here."

“So am I. You can’t be comfortable here, you’ll sleep better in bed.”

"I'm comfy enough. And not getting you sick here."

“I think if you were going to get me sick it’s probably already happened, don’t think sharing the bed is going to make much of a difference.”

His face fell. "I know."

“Don’t worry about it, come on.”

He sighed, but didn’t sit up or make any attempt to move. "No, I'm okay here."

“I miss you in bed.” 

"I miss it, too." 

“So come back to bed.”

"I can't."

“You can, come on.”

"Tai." He whined. 

Tai reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “Come on, you’ll feel better for it.”

He sniffed again. "But I'm sick. I need to go home so you don't get sick."

“I don’t mind. You can stay, then I can look after you.”

Harrison couldn't help the pang of want, to just snuggle up with Tai and be looked after. His shoulders slumped in defeat. "You won't get mad if I get you sick?"

“I won’t get mad. Promise.”

He sat up slowly, reaching for his leg. "Promise Promise?"

“Promise promise.”

With his leg back on, Harrison took Tai's hand, pulling himself up. "I'm sorry."

“It’s okay.” Tai reassured. “Do you want some paracetamol or something?”

"If you've got some." He admitted quietly. 

“Yeah, of course. Go to bed, I’ll get some.”

Harrison murmured his thanks, meekly heading back to bed. There, he happily curled under the covers, wrapping himself up in Tai's scent. 

Tai left him to it, digging around in the bedroom cupboards to find the paracetamol. He only had two tablets left, shit. He’d have to go and buy some more in the morning, but they’d do for now. He brought them to Harrison with a glass of water, melting at how sweet he looked under the duvet. 

“Got your paracetamol.”

Harrison rubbed his face, taking a second to catch up. He must have dozed while he waited for Tai, but he didn’t remember. He sat up, gratefully reaching for the water. 

"Thank you."

“You’re welcome.”

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, swallowing the paracetamol. "I can go home when it's light out."

“You don’t have to.”

"Yeah, then you don't have to put up with me."

“I like having you around.”

"Not when I'm sick." He mumbled. "You'll hate me."

“I couldn’t hate you.”

He managed a smile. "You say that now."

“It’s true.”

"Are you sure I'm alright to stay in the bed?" He asked, making no move to leave. 

“Of course you are.”

Harrison let Tai lie back down, gingerly curling into his side. "'m sorry."

“What for?” Tai asked, running his fingers through Harrison’s hair. 

His response was lost to a contented sigh, Harrison stretching out as Tai played with his hair. 

They fell asleep again soon enough, Tai relieved to have Harrison back with him. 

When Harrison woke properly, he felt absolutely rotten. He shivered, though knew he had a temperature, and his nose just wouldn't stop running. He must have been coughing all night; his throat was dry and scratchy, his voice nonexistent as he tried to say good morning to Tai. The paracetamol must have been wearing off, but Tai didn’t have any more. Which meant, as much as he didn't really want to move, he needed to go home. He managed to get Tai up and in the car, surprised that his boyfriend had been so agreeable to drive him home.

The only reason Tai had agreed to drive was to get Harrison into the car and stop him being so daft as to try and go home. He needed to get more meds, so he might as well take Harrison with him. They’d stop off at the supermarket and get some snacks and bits for him, too.

It wasn't until they were almost there that Harrison seemed to realise it wasn't the route home, and he turned to Tai with a frown. "You said home."

“The only place we’re going is the pharmacy.”

"You're kidnapping me."

“I wouldn’t say kidnapping.”

"I would." He stretched his hand out for Tai's.

“I’m just gonna buy some more paracetamol, and then we can go back to mine.”

Harrison considered it for a moment, weighing up the argument. "Mm, okay.”

[just-a-tiny-bun]

Repostober day 5

Jac would sometimes fluster Richard by kissing him at unexpected moments. He is very much surprised, every. single. time. He will pay her back with cuddles more likely, perhaps when she least expects it.

These two are queerplatonic btw. They don't mind the friendly smooches every now and then though x3

[stacispratt]

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEPUTY WES BELTRAN ♡

"I need too much," Wes finally manages. "No one wants that." No one wants me. Something desirous and empathetic and needful squirms in John's gut. "Shh," John says. "There's no such thing as too much."

[seth-whumps]

I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course. follow @whumperless-whump-event for more information and details!

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Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

[polyshipweek]

Polyship Week 2024 - Daily Prompts

[ID: Poster for Polyship Week 24, taking place 17–23 November, listing the prompts for each day. /end ID]

The prompts for #PolyshipWeek24 are here! As with last year, the final prompt of each day links to an image — feel free to use the phrase or the image itself for inspiration, and please credit the original creator if you remix their work.

Day One

Team as Polycule

"Is that my hoodie?"

Breakups

Group Hug (smolmoss)

Day Two

"Blorbo Has Two Hands"

Gift-Giving

Thunderstorms

Stair Cuddles (adorkastock)

Day Three

Queerplatonic Partners

Beach

Reverse Tropes

Through the Years (shutterstock)

Day Four

Aro/Ace & Polyam

Promises

Time Travel

Let's Dance (shutterstock)

Day Five

Relationship Anarchy

"You're burning up!"

Arranged Marriage

Only One Bed (House promo image)

Day Six

Queer Disabled Polyam

Parties

Kink Discovery

Tight Squeeze (Sailor Moon, gif by xbuster)

Day Seven

Free Day! Happy Polyamory Day!

Event Guidelines

Works featuring polyamorous characters and relationships of all kind are welcome — any characters, ships, fandoms, and OCs too!

Queerplatonic relationships, as well as asexual and/or aromantic characters are explicitly welcome on ANY day!

Works may be in any medium — fic, art, gifsets, podfic, vids, and more!

Participate in as few or as many days as you like. Choose your favorite prompt each day or mash them up — whatever sparks your imagination!

Please tag us @PolyshipWeek or use the hashtag #PolyshipWeek24 so we can reblog your creations!

Need even more inspo? You can view the entire list of suggested prompts here.

Ao3 Collection | SquidgeWorld Collection | Twitter | Bsky

[galateaschild]

Smut headcanons: You’re both k-pop trainees and start sleeping with each other

Male K-pop Trainee!Oc x Male K-pop Trainee!Reader

Warnings: Oc and Reader are 19, bottom!reader, top!oc, loss of virginity, fingering (spit as lube), hand jobs, blow job, anal sex, mentions of taking pictures of + filming sexual activity, unprotected sex (practice safe sex everyone!).

Prompt: You and your dormmate begin getting intimate…

(A/n: Very niche reference but MSA Entertainment is the same as Doona’s in the k-drama ”DOONA”)

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• You had been street casted by MSA Entertainment only two months ago. The company had one active and very popular girl group and were now preparing for the debut of a new boy group.

• You were made to move in with a dormmate when you became a trainee.

• When you first met him you had immediately noted how handsome he was. His eyes lingered on you too.

• Things started out kinda awkward between the two of you, as you were both unsure how to approach each other.

• But during practice he’d soon start approaching you more if he noticed you needed help with a dance move or something.

• The two of you grew closer as friends, VERY close. You both became touchy with each other. To an outsider it looked as if you were feeling each other up.

• Things started become even more intimate between the two of you as ”things” started happening between you.

He’d walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel after showers.

You’d lay around the dormroom in just a pair of white socks and heart patterned boxers.

He’d steal some of your clothes.

You’d steal some of his as revenge.

He’d wake you up in the morning by getting in to bed with you.

You’d start hugging him a lot (even if you weren’t fully clothed at some times)

…

• And then one night when you were cuddled up on a couch watching a drama, when he placed a hand on your thigh, and started running up to over your heart patterned boxers… you didn’t stop him.

• He snuck a hand into your boxers and started rubbing your cock softly. Making you moan softly.

• Soon he made lay back on the couch as he stripped you of your boxers. He positioned you with your legs spread. He put one of his fingers in your mouth asking you to make it wet for him.

• Then he’d move his hand to your ass and start pushing a finger into you, streching out your untouched virgin hole.

• He smirked as he watched your face scrunch up at the new feeling as he slowly fingered you, eventually adding more fingers inside you.

• He fingered you until you came all over yourself. Ropes of white sticky cum covering your abdomen. He then licked it off of you.

• Then without much talk you both went to bed and nothing happened between you over the next few days.

• The next time would be the following week.

• After a slow practice and a disagreement he’d had with one of the other trainees, he was feeling stressed.

• As the two of you stayed in the practice room to keep working, you soon ended up on your knees in front of the bulge in his sweatpants.

• You lowered his pants and underwear revealing his now hard manhood to you.

• It was your first time giving a blowjob but he helped guide you as you took his dick into your mouth.

• The sight of you with a cock stuffed between your lips made him eager and soon cum was dripping from his cock and your lips onto the practice room floor.

• The first time you two would have sex would start like the first time you started getting intimate, as you were watching a drama.

• You started making out and undressing each other. Until your naked bodies were tangled together.

• After he prepped you, he started pushing his thick cock inside you. You both moved slowly as his shaft streched your tight virgin walls to adjust to him.

• The sound from the tv was drowned out by the heavy moans coming from the two of you.

• He was gentle yet passionate with his movements as he rolled his hips against you. His cock going deep inside you.

• Soon you both reached your climax and you shot your load on your all over your and his abdomen. He followed closely as he flooded you your insides with his orgasm.

• As he pulled out cum was spilling from your deflowered hole.

• After that night sexual activities became a regular occurence between the two of you.

• You explored each others bodies, seeing what the other liked.

• You had sex all over the dorm, the small kitchen counter, the shower, the floor…

• The two of you even ended up fucking in the practice room once.

• He liked it when you would occasionally hold him down and ride him at a rough pace. Seeing your regularly sweet face so determined to take him to his orgasm.

• He likes to take pictures of you once he’s done with you, pictures of you with cum coated lips, cum on your torso, with a cum stuffed hole.

• The two of you even started filming yourselves as you were having sex. His phone now had a full folder of just pictures and videos of you and him.

• His favourite thing is breeding you full of his load, it’s his way of making you his before debut, before he will have to share you with all the future fans.

[naughtyneganjdm]

Sharing Father and Son

Summary: After a physical hunt, you finally invite John Winchester into your bed, but you get more than you asked for when Dean comes back and gets involved.

Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester & reader (OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59479396

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, female reader, threesome, double penetration, unprotected p in v, ass play, age gap, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This is day 2 to go with this kinktober list. The prompt I used was double penetration. When I started this fic, Dean and John were winning the pool so that's why I chose this duo. Credit for the gifs @jdmorganz & @spacedean

In the darkness you laid waiting. A strange smell was coming from the heater that was barely blowing out any hot air, leaving you cuddling the comforter closer to your body. Today you had done something bold. Something you never thought you would have the strength to do. After going on a hunt with John that was very physical, you decided that you wanted to give yourself to him. So when John went to take a shower in the room that was connected to yours, you wrote him a note and left it on the table for him to find when he got back. You made sure to put the corner of the note under the bottle of whiskey so he would certainly see it. John always drank himself to sleep every night so you knew he wouldn’t miss it.

Lately, you had been spending a lot of alone time with John. Especially with Dean trying to prove himself to his father and him going off on his own for hunts. Sam was away at college and truthfully? You looked forward to it just being the two of you.

You were a fellow hunter that teamed up with John and Dean after a group of vampires killed your family. The boys had empathy for you being alone, so they taught you everything they knew and trained you. You were Dean’s age, but there was something about John that drew you to him. When Dean was around, you tried to hide your feelings for John. You didn’t want to make it weird since you were the same age as Dean. When you’d flirt with John, a lot of the time he’d flirt back. On the nights he had a few drinks in him, that’s when John’s confidence seemed to come out more. Maybe it was just because he was more relaxed, but the things he would say to you when the two of you were flirting would warm you to the core. Many nights you wished he would take you, but it often led to John falling asleep with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Tonight, you just wanted more. So you finally made it known.

After you left that note for John, you went back to your room leaving the connecting door between the two rooms unlocked. You stripped out of your clothes, turned the lights off and laid at the center of the bed.

Your note was very direct.

I want you. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll be naked underneath the blankets.

It felt like things were taking too long. And that left you having second thoughts. Maybe John didn’t have those kind of feelings toward you. Maybe he would just flirt back with you not to make you feel bad about yourself. The longer you waited, the more you wondered if you should have just put your clothes back on and went to explain yourself to John.

Right as you went to pull the blankets back, the sound of the door pushing open was heard. Your blood rushed through your veins with excitement. Nothing was said. It was so dark in the room with the heavy curtains covering the windows that you couldn’t see him. You just heard him. That was something you were starting to regret.

The sound of something dropping to the floor was heard causing you to let out a nervous breath. There was a dip at the bottom of the bed and you felt the blankets being pulled up at the bottom. A cool rush of air surrounded you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of a body crawling up the bed from the bottom.

Rough fingertips dragged across your ankle toward the inside of your leg. Immediately it drew chills through your body. With him coming in here? That meant he wanted you too. Tipping your head back into the pillows, you felt the warmth of breath hovering over you. A faint brush of lips was felt at your knee. The short stubble scratched at your flesh and you liked the way that it felt.

You wanted to speak, but he seemed determined on something else. Each kiss grew stronger as it led up over the inside of your thigh. There was a wetness that was left over your skin and you licked your lips. More than anything you wished you could watch him, but the idea that you couldn’t see seemed to enhance the sensation of his kisses over your flesh. So maybe this was a good thing.

Gasping, you felt arms hooking under your thighs to pull you down toward the center of the bed closer to him. The force his hands had on your flesh was strong and you were surprised how eager he seemed for this. Licking your lips, you lifted your head with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most personal parts. His right arm released one of your legs, pushing at your thigh to separate your legs enough for him to be able to bury his head between your thighs.

A few stray kisses were pressing further up the inside of your thigh until he found your core. Kiss after gentle kiss covered your folds with him taking his time. By the time his tongue dragged a strip out over the length of your sex, he had you trembling with anticipation. Focusing on the buildup was not something that you pictured John doing, but he was. When his tongue met your clit, it circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with soft circles at first. Growing in strength with each circle of his tongue led to him slurping at the small nub.

Moaning out, your hips lifted toward him wanting to feel more of that, but his left arm was still hooked around your other thigh keeping you locked in place. Stretching your arms up, you balled the material of the blanket in your fingers squeezing tightly. Each stroke of his tongue grew stronger focusing for a while on your clit until he turned his attention onto your folds sucking at them and giving them a small nibble.

Your breathing grew broken, your eyes slamming shut with him drawing a long line down from your clitoris to your entrance. Teasing at the tight hole had you whimpering out, your fingers squeezing even harder at the blankets. Prodding at your entrance with his tongue, he slurped and sucked before dragging the length of his tongue back up toward your clitoris to do the same dance with his tongue.

That’s where he focused for a while, his mouth working hard at the bundle of nerves. Switching from his mouth to his fingers to circle it with a bit of pressure. He was working to get you to an orgasm first and you appreciated it. You were enjoying what he was doing very much and you were letting him know with the sounds he was drawing out from you.

Crying out, your hips were rocking into his movements with your thighs twitching. You were right on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell by the way you were breathing. The strength of his tongue grew with him burying his head further between your thighs. It didn’t take long before you were shuddering beneath him, your thighs tremoring from what he had done to you.

Releasing the blanket, you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath. Fuck. That was good. Soon he was kissing up the lengths of your body. Over your abdomen, between your breasts and then over the side of your neck. Bracing his weight over your body, you felt the warmth of his breath lingering over your lips and you leaned up toward him wanting him to kiss you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” the familiar voice breathed against your lips causing your body to immediately tense up. You knew that voice, but the only problem? That wasn’t John Winchester.

“Dean?” you blurt out his name hearing the confused breath that followed.

“Yeah?” Dean’s raspy voice replied back. Involuntarily, without thinking, you immediately pushed into the center of his chest shoving him back. Scrambling for the light, you flicked it on and when you met the green-eyed stare of John’s son you let out a small scream. It had Dean jumping up from the bed, standing beside it. He was shirtless only wearing his jeans that were hanging low at his hips. The room was spinning around you as you buried your face in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s going on?” the door swung open with John soaked standing in the doorway clinging tightly to the worn-down white towel that he had grabbed from the bathroom. Coming to a quick halt, John’s eyes fell upon your bare breasts that were revealed with the blanket hanging at your waist and color flooded into his face. “Oh, wow…”

Tugging the blanket up, you covered yourself wishing that the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Lifting your stare, you saw that John was looking to Dean expecting some kind of answer. Dean threw his hands up in the air, his jaw flexing in panic. Having a nearly naked John soaking wet, only holding the towel that he had grabbed together with his hand and a shirtless Dean in your room made you feel lightheaded.

“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on, or…?” John finally spoke up, reaching up to brush his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back.

“I got the note you left for me,” Dean explained pulling the note you left for John out of his back pocket. Holding it up, it had John’s eyes narrowing trying to read what it said. “I don’t understand, why did you just scream?”

“Damn it,” you scoffed under your breath hating that you were being put in this position. “I didn’t leave that note for you, I left it for him.”

Pointing to John had Dean’s face going completely pale, his eyes growing wide as he looked to John, “Him? My dad?”

“I didn’t even know you were going to be back today Dean,” you claimed with guilt eating away at you over what just happened. John stepped forward to snatch the note from Dean’s fingers to read it. A raspy laugh fell from John’s lips that he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” John confessed with a wrinkle of his nose looking between the two of you. “Come on, I thought it could be something bad. Demons. Vampires. Something else. This? This is at least a little amusing.”  

“It’s not,” Dean snapped, his chest rising and falling heavily. By his reaction, he was offended that the note you left was for his father and not him. “I thought dad told you that I was coming back tonight and you missed me.”

“I mean, I missed you, but…” your eyes lingered back to John, your stare dropping down to the top of his towel making your mouth go dry. “It was meant for him.”

“You…you want to be with my dad?” Dean blurt out, his face scrunching up in disgust looking between you and John. You were embarrassed, but at the same time your body was still euphoric off the orgasm that Dean had got you to before everything fell to shit. “But, you’re my age.”

“I know,” you whispered noticing that John was really quiet in the moment. His hazel eyes were shifting as if he was contemplating things. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were attracted to me. We kissed several times,” Dean reminded you of your past together with the years that you spent alone. “I’ve been crushing on you this whole time and I thought you were playing hard to get. I thought the time away from me…”

“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” John interrupted Dean, holding his finger up to silence his son. “We can actually make a very good thing happen from this.”

“How?” Dean panted, his hands resting at his hips while he tried to catch his breath. “I just found out the woman that I’m jonesing for wants to fuck my dad. I can’t imagine how weird that is for you since she’s my age.”

“Well…” John paused to think about what to say next, his eyes fixating on you again. “I wouldn’t have turned her down if I found the note first Dean.”

“Come again?” Dean threw his head about dramatically with John sucking at his bottom lip. “The two of you…you want to…?”

“I do,” John admitted with a grunt, carefully closing the door behind him. Switching on the main light, John cleared his throat and waved his hand about in the air. “So you want me?”

You nodded.

“What about mom?” Dean stammered to find words, his eyebrows furrowed with John muttering something under his breath.

“Your mom is dead, Dean. I will love her until the day I die and I will do everything to avenge her, but…” John let his words linger, his head tipping from side to side. “I am a man…and she’s a beautiful woman. We all have needs.”

It went silent in the room. Dean didn’t know how to handle that. But you were thankful John was fighting for this.

“How about a two for one deal?” John reasoned having Dean let out an overwhelmed exhale. “You obviously have some kind of attraction for Dean. Would you be against having both of us?”

“Dad?” Dean tried to get his father’s attention with John holding his hand up to silence Dean.

“I mean…” you started, taking a look between both of them. Dean was breathing heavily, undoubtedly worked up and confused. After what Dean had just done to you, he proved that he was ultimately talented with his mouth. That was the honest to god truth. “I wouldn’t say no. It’s Dean that I would worry about.”

“You like the girl, right?” John commented, stepping further into the room, shrugging his broad shoulders. “This way you get to be with her. We both do.”

“Yeah, but you’re my dad,” Dean stressed, his eyes narrowing and he dramatically bobbed his head about. “That’s…that’s kind of weird.”

“It’s bonding,” John came up with the first thing he could think of and it made you smile. John was trying to come up with an idea to make this work for everyone and honestly? You didn’t hate it. “It’s a father and a son sharing…”

Swallowing down hard, John moved over to the side of the bed lowering down on it. Extending his hand out, he grabbed the blankets and pulled it down over your body letting the blanket rest at your hips. Your naked upper half was on display and you were okay with it.

Stretching out his long fingers, John palmed in over your abdomen. Dragging it up over your breast, he cupped it firmly in his large hand and it had Dean’s cheeks flushing over with color, “If you want to leave, you’re welcome to, but I think you’d be missing out.”

Giving his son a final glance, John turned toward you, using his free hand to curl his finger in underneath your chin to get you to raise your head up. Claiming your lips in a forceful kiss took your breath away. Your eyes came to a slow close with the way he took you in that moment. You had always wanted to kiss John, but never had the guts to do it. Now with his lips caressing over yours, you were eagerly kissing him back enjoying the taste of him. Surprised, you felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to brush against yours and you lifted your hand to hook your fingers into his wet hair.

“Good girl,” John growled when his lips pulled away from yours, capturing your jaw between his thumb and index fingers. Stealing a quick look back at Dean, John knew that by the expression over his son’s face he was lost in contemplation. “If this weirds you out too much, you’re welcome to leave.”

In that moment, John’s hand lowered with his thumb circling over your nipple causing it to grow into a hard bud. He was so nonchalant about the way he was doing things. It had Dean’s eyes following the movement with his lips parting.

After taking a minute to consider, Dean’s hands rested at his hips and he nodded, “You would want both of us? And you’re okay with that?”

“I am,” you admitted right as John lowered down again to start covering the side of your neck with wet kisses. His left hand wrapped around your throat in a possessive grasp eliciting a hiss from you, but you liked the way that it felt.

With a nod, Dean moved across the room and sat at the other side of you opposite of John. Matching his father’s motions, Dean’s lips pressed in over your jawline pampering your flesh with wet kisses. The grasp John’s hand had on your throat grew stronger having you suck in a sharp breath. A moment later, he was standing up from the bed and Dean stole a quick kiss from your lips. The taste of you still lingered over his lips making you hum.

“Alright sweetheart,” John breathed out, curling his finger in underneath your chin to get you to turn your head toward him. Releasing the grasp he had on the towel had it fall to his feet in a thud allowing his body to be exposed to you. With John still being wet from his shower, the dark curls of hair over his body enhanced the lines of every inch of him. John’s girthy uncut cock was semi-erect and it was big. He also had a nice set of testicles on him too. It took your breath away seeing it. By the look on John’s face you knew he was waiting for you to pleasure him. You could tell by the expecting look in his hazel eyes. Grabbing a hold of the base, John wiggled it a bit bringing your attention to it. “Go ahead.”  

With a smirk you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over the side. Stepping closer, John allowed you to press lingering kisses at his hips. It had his head tipping back, his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Nibbling at the soft flesh just under his navel had him releasing an intoxicating growl that spread chills throughout your body.

Shakily reaching up, your fingers curled loosely around John’s manhood giving it a few small strokes. At that moment, you felt the warmth of Dean moving in behind you. A tender caress at your shoulders was felt before he started pampering your flesh with hot, wet kisses. Stepping closer to the bed, John lifted his cock up to your lips dragging it across your lips.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth,” John ordered and you did as he said. Wrapping your lips around John’s cock had him humming out with his fingers sinking into your hair. With flicks of your tongue, you lapped at John’s body enjoying how he seemed to grow harder in your mouth. Purring out against John’s flesh had him moaning out when you felt Dean’s hands drag across the length of your breasts. Dean’s hands were everywhere, touching you and caressing you in attempts to sooth you and make you comfortable. Pulling your lips away from John’s body, you took your time to sheath him in your grasp teasing the flesh back and forth over his growing erection. His hazel eyes watched you closely with you leaning in to kiss at the tip of his cock, sweeping your tongue around the sensitive underside. “That’s it.”

Purring out, you felt Dean’s hand reaching between your thigh to caress over your mound. The sound vibrated against John’s body having him involuntarily arching forward toward you. Dean left tiny nibbles at your shoulder and John led you back toward his arousal. Hooking his fingers around the back of your head helped in leading you to take his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. It was hard to take at first, a slight gagging sound falling from your throat with John groaning out. Thrusting his hips toward your throat had his cock pulling back and pushing forward toward the back of your throat. Wet, slurping sounds were filling the air and John’s manhood was growing harder with every move he made.

“That’s good,” John hummed, pulling you away from his cock by grasping your hair and tugging you back. Stroking his erection in his palm drew attention to the tip and you held your tongue out eliciting a smile from John. Tapping his length against your tongue had an amused rumble of a sound escaping him. Dean’s fingers were working furiously between your thighs and greedily you were rocking your hips against his movements. Dragging your tongue across the slit of John’s manhood left you with the taste of him and you licked your lips. “Dean, get up.”

Snapping his fingers, John pointed to the area beside him. Doing as he was told had you panting out, yearning to be touched again with your hips twitching and your body aching at the loss of friction. Whimpering, John’s firm grasp returned with him getting you to tip your head back. A demanding, breath-taking kiss was stolen from your lips and it had you caressing up over the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into his thick locks. The way his tongue caressed over yours made it feel like the room was spinning around you. As soon as Dean stepped before you, John took his time pulling back, giving your bottom lip a tiny tug and then he dragged his tongue out over the inside of your bottom lip.

Licking his lips when he pulled away, John dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. There was still discomfort in Dean’s features when you looked to him. Undoubtedly this was the first time that he had a threesome with his father and you pictured that’d be uncomfortable for anyone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John stroking over his length in sluggish movements. Between the two of them, there were a lot of similarities, but also a lot of differences. John had a lot more hair on his body, whereas Dean was mostly smooth.

Grasping to the loops on Dean’s jeans, you tugged him forward eliciting a gasp from him. Stumbling toward you, Dean swept his fingers in over the side of your face drawing you to close your eyes. Turning your head toward his touch left you appreciating the gentleness of Dean. Kissing at his pulse point took Dean’s breath away and he shuddered. There was a big difference between John and Dean already. John was dirty in the best of ways, but Dean appeared to be more innocent. Then again, did an innocent man really have that kind of talent when going down on someone?

Unhooking the belt in Dean’s pants, you felt a breath catch in your throat with John lowering down beside you on the bed. John was sweeping your hair from your neck, his mouth covering the side of your neck with you pulling apart Dean’s pants. Licking his lips, Dean traced his thumb in over your bottom lip collecting the wetness at your lips. Allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth, you looked up at him with big eyes enjoying the way that it felt between the two of them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dean commented, his green eyes locked on your movements while you sucked at the tip.

“Fucking gorgeous,” John agreed, his large palm pressing between your thighs causing your eyes to flutter to a close. Shifting your hips forward and opening your thighs gave room for John to caress and touch you as he pleased.

Parting the material of Dean’s jeans, you tried to focus yourself. Sliding your hands down over his hips, you grabbed at his jeans tugging them down firmly. The movement had Dean’s hard cock bouncing free from behind the confinements. Unlike John, Dean was already rock solid with his erection throbbing. Which honestly made since after everything the two of you had already gone through before John showed up. Like his father, he was uncut and big. Not as thick as John, but still impressive. It visibly ran in the family.

The way it bobbed in front of you had your mouth watering. Like you had done with John, you curled your fingers around Dean’s length, stroking it while you peppered his hips with wet kisses. Gasping, you felt your body being pulled forward toward the edge of the bed. It had you falling back on your elbows. John had lowered himself between your thighs and Dean had knelt on the corner of the bed to make it easier for him to trace the tip of his cock over your lips. Drawing your mouth open further, you allowed Dean to press his hips forward to sink his cock between your lips. Dragging your tongue along the smooth length of his cock had Dean dropping his head back and moaning out.

John now had situated himself between your legs, his rough palms caressing over the fleshy part of your thighs. It was hard to focus with John’s kisses growing closer to your core, but you did your best to stroke over Dean’s body at the same pace that your mouth was moving over his length. By the time that John’s mouth met your center, it was easy to tell that he was much rougher than Dean was. Closing your eyes, you hummed against Dean’s cock getting him to shudder on his knees before you. Bracing himself with his free hand on the bed, Dean lowered just enough to help start thrusting his hips forward drawing his cock further into your throat.

Wet slurping sounds surrounded the both of you between John eating you out and you giving Dean a blowjob. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see John shaking his head from side to side. Pulling back every so often to lick his lips. John was feasting on you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Growls were escaping his throat, his tongue lapping at your entrance having you crying out.

One of John’s long, slender digits circled your entrance before pushing forward into your warmth. Cooing out, you watched John pumping his finger inside of you at a steady tempo. Joining the first, John inserted a second finger rubbing them up against your g-spot. Dropping his head back between your thighs, John’s lips latched to your clit, slurping and suckling at the sensitive bud.

“Rest back,” Dean urged you getting you to lay back against the bed. Bracing his hands on the bed, Dean used his right hand to urge his cock back to your lips. Opening up, you knew you were shaking with what John was building up inside of you. Sinking his member back into your mouth had Dean moaning out at the heat that surrounded him. Being careful at first, Dean was thrusting his hips working to fuck your throat while John pleasured you.

It was hard to breathe, but you were doing your best with your hands squeezing up and over Dean’s hips. Tremoring, you began to realize the pressure that John was flooding you with. The pit of your belly was tingling, your hips arching up toward every caress of his tongue. Moaning out sent vibrations throughout Dean’s body with his cock down your throat. A wet sound filled the air with a growl from John having you pulling your hips up and away from him. Pushing into Dean’s hip gave him the hint he needed to let you have a minute with you rolling onto your side. Your body was shaking, your thighs twitching and your eyes slammed close.

“Oh, she’s gonna be fun,” John stammered, getting up from the bed and reaching for you. Moving you to the center of the bed, John gave Dean a quick look and cleared his throat. “Why don’t you go first?”

“Yeah?” Dean confirmed with John who gave him a confident nod. Crawling in over you, Dean attempted to get you to open your eyes. Whimpering out, your breathing was broken and your body was still high off of what John had done to you. “Look at me beautiful.”

Forcing your eyes open, your heart skipped a beat at the way that Dean was looking at you. Even though this whole thing was meant for John, you weren’t really losing out in getting Dean either. He was gorgeous and the way he looked at you took your breath away.

“I’m gonna go grab something,” John announced pointing back toward the door that connected your rooms together. There was a kick to his step, but before you could say anything to beckon him back, Dean’s hand palmed in over the side of your face getting your eyes to connect with his.

This was never a way you pictured yourself with Dean. Yeah, the two of you had kissed in heat of the moment situations or when you were both drunk, but you never saw it going any further than that. But now with the warmth of Dean’s naked body over yours, you realized that this was actually happening.

Bracing himself on his left hand, Dean allowed his hand to trace down over your side, down over your hip and to your thigh. Chills flooded your body with the way it felt, your breath catching in your throat with the way he looked at you. It was safe to say that you were looking at Dean in a completely new light.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of doing this,” Dean breathed, his words vibrating against your lips with you arching up toward him wanting him to kiss you. An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips and it was a smile that you had seen so many times before on John. Bringing your lips together in a heated sweep, Dean reached between the two of you leading himself to your entrance. With a push forward of his hips, the tip entered you causing you to moan out and drop your head back into the pillows further. Dean’s lips found their way to your jawline, peppering your skin with wet kisses that felt incredible.

Dean’s forehead pressed forward against yours, pushing forward agonizingly slow until he filled you completely. It had your hips arching up toward his, your body trembling at the way it felt with him inside of you. Your lips were agape, your fingers caressing into Dean’s shoulders until his hips pulled back. Each movement was dragged out with Dean thrusting forward and then back. Everything was brand new so you felt like Dean was taking his time to cherish the way your warmth felt around him. Footsteps were heard and you clung to Dean, looking beyond the bed to see that John was returning to the room. Setting down what he had grabbed on the corner table, John smirked seeing you biting down on your bottom lip as Dean’s movements grew faster. Sharp breaths were falling from your throat, your eyes locked on John’s while his son fucked you. Dropping his hand down, John curled his fingers around his swollen erection sheathing the skin in his fist as he jerked himself off.

With your eyes still locked on John, you kissed at the side of Dean’s face moaning in his ear as his thrusts became more pronounced with his hips smacking up against yours.

“Alright Dean, don’t be greedy,” John slurred, moving over beside the bed to hint to Dean that it was time to switch up. With a frown, Dean pulled his hips away from yours leaving you with a whimpering sound. It didn’t take long for John to reach for you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Positioning himself between your thighs, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed hooking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up over his thighs. “You’ve been a real tease, you know that?”

Licking your lips, you lowered your stare to watch John grabbing a hold of his erection, tapping the swollen tip against your clit. Purring out, you arched your hips up toward John hearing him hum in appreciation. Tracing his cock over the length of your sex, John took his time to admire your body stretched out before him. Lining his body up with your entrance had you sucking in a sharp breath of air. With a firm smack forward, John thrust inside of you with a wet sound. Unlike Dean who took his time, John forced you to take all of him. Whining out, your body arched at the stretching feeling his thick cock left you with.

“Now that’s a beautiful sight,” John hummed, licking his lips at the way his cock looked inside of you. Pulling his hips back dragged out his girthy cock just to the tip. Hooking his arms tightly around your thighs, John smacked forward again. It had your breasts bouncing with the force, your cries flooding the air. Repeating the motion again and again, John kept his right arm hooked firmly around your thigh while the left outstretched to cup one of your breasts in his large palm. Circling his thumb in over the nipple, with his head tipping back.

“Does that feel good?” Dean whispered, the warmth of him pressing in beside you and you felt his lips kissing at your jawline. Nodding, you couldn’t form words. You just turned your head to the side and met Dean in another hot, lingering kiss. John’s thrusts seem to grow stronger having you wince against Dean’s mouth. Dropping his right hand, Dean’s fingers connected with your clit trying to match the pace his father’s hips were making. Cooing out, you bit at Dean’s bottom lip giving it a firm tug enjoying the moan that you got from Dean.

“I have an idea,” John announced, pulling his body from yours swiftly leaving you with the worst empty, aching feeling that you could imagine. Breathing loudly, your heart was hammering in your chest while Dean’s fingers continue to caress over your sensitive folds. Heading to the table to grab what he had brought in, John waved his finger about and nodded toward the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Doing as you were told, which you often did when John gave you an order, you shakily pulled yourself up. It was harder than you thought it would be with the way your body was tremoring. Bracing yourself, you looked over your shoulder when you felt someone palming down between your shoulder blades over the length of your spine. It was John who was gazing over your body. His erection bounced with his movement when he palmed down over your hips to give them a firm squeeze.

With John behind you, Dean worked himself before you to lower himself down on the bed. Motioning you to lower down, Dean curled his fingers around the back of your neck and led your mouth back to his length. This time you took him eagerly between your lips, working to bob your head in steady movements over his manhood.

“You have such a beautiful ass,” John growled, his hands squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Giving it a firm spank had you moaning against Dean’s cock and his head dropped back with a throaty groan. Another spank had your hips bouncing forward and then back against John. The sensation of his cock pressing against your bottom was there as he palmed and squeezed at your flesh once more. Pulling your lips from Dean’s arousal with a wet popping sound, you purred out with John kissing at your lower back and his hands caressing at your thighs. Lowering down behind you, John squeezed at your fleshy bottom, separating the flesh so he could drag his tongue in a long strip along the length of your sex. Focusing on your entrance, John’s tongue flicked, plunged and he slurped at your flesh. Kissing at the tip of Dean’s cock, you tried to focus on continuing to give him a blowjob but you felt John’s tongue drag out against your tight pucker and it made you whimper. Looking back, you saw John pushing apart your cheeks while his tongue focused on your ass eliciting a whine from you. It was a strange sensation that you had never done before, but you didn’t hate it. It had your body tremoring, your hips bouncing back toward him with a growl from John vibrating against your body. Pulling back, John spit causing your hips to bounce forward before he went back to eagerly feasting at your body. Standing up, John yanked your hips back and sank into you again with his thumb circling your tight pucker. Trembling beneath him, your head lowered resting against Dean’s hip with the loud smacking sounds that John’s thrusts were causing. “Do you think you can take the both of us.”

“You mean…” you cooed out with John’s thumb pushing it’s way into the ring of muscle of your tight canal while he continued to pound into your pussy leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” John rumbled proudly, sucking in a sharp breath with how good it felt with the warmth of your body surrounding him. By the sounds you were making and the way you were tremoring, it was obvious that you were nearing another orgasm. Right when he got you to the edge, he pulled from your body eliciting an upset whine. “Lay down on your side. Dean, get her comfortable.”

Helping you to roll over onto your side, Dean laid in beside you urging your leg up over his hip. Pressing in closely, Dean reached between the two of you to lead his cock back into your eager body. Arching in closer to Dean, you were still riding off the high of John almost getting you to another orgasm only to keep you from it. Dean’s heavy breaths were warm against your lips while the two of you shared kisses with the bed dipping behind you.

The heat of John’s body moving in behind you had your forehead pressing to Dean’s. Licking at his lips, Dean’s fingers swept over your jawline having you turn your head toward his hand to press a kiss at the center of his palm.

Tender caresses were felt over your fleshy bottom and it surprised you since John had been rather forceful with the way he had done things previously. Looking back over your shoulder, you met John in a passionate kiss. Sliding in closer to you, John reached for the bottle of lube that he had grabbed earlier. Popping open the lid had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Dean’s movements had slowed with his hands dropping to your hips to keep you steady.

“Dean,” you panted, your body aching with the way he was stagnant inside of you. Your body wanted that movement, it needed it. Forcing you forward toward Dean, John’s hands braced at the small of your back. Arching your back, you felt the cool liquid pouring down in over your flesh and closed your eyes tightly when John’s fingers started to stroke and prod over your tight pucker. Wincing, you buried your head against the side of Dean’s neck, panting when John’s fingers entered you. Thrusting again and again to prepare you for what undoubtedly you weren’t ready for.

When John’s fingers pulled from your body, you whined and John hushed you from behind. Again he reached for the bottle to coat his thick cock in the slick fluid. Pressing his hips forward, John brought your bodies together with all of your legs tangling with how you were sandwiched between both him and Dean.

“You’re such a good girl,” John growled, nipping at your jawline giving your chin a small bite. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, you tensed up with the swollen tip of John’s cock at your tight hole. Bouncing your hips up had Dean moaning out and his grasp on your hips grew tighter. “Hey, relax. I would never hurt you. Ever.”

“I know,” you tried to relax yourself, lowering your hips back down. Caressing down over your arm, John’s left hand found yours. Hooking his fingers with yours, he used his right hand to lead himself into your tight opening. A deep rumble of a growl fell from John’s throat as the tip of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. It had you clutching tightly to Dean who whispered calming words in your ear while he pressed kisses against your skin. “John.”

“I know,” John hushed, a raspy moan rumbling against the back of your neck from where he was nuzzling his nose. Reaching back, you grasped a hold of John’s thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh. Using his strength, he pushed forward further having you let out a pained sound. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you realized that your fingers were digging so hard into his skin that he might have thought you needed to. “Just give me a minute…”

“No problem,” John whispered, his hand lifting up to curl his fingers around your throat. Closing your eyes, you appreciated the way that Dean’s lips covered yours. Soon as you were relaxed, you gave John the nod to continue to fill you. The stretch between the two of them was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had never felt this full before and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Let us know when you’re okay.”

“You can go ahead,” you confirmed for them, swallowing hard bringing more attention to the grasp that was over your throat. Whimpering, you didn’t expect this to feel like it did, but you didn’t hate it. Their movements were uneven at first. Dean faster because you were already used to him inside of you, but John was slower, trying to work you into being comfortable. By the time their tempos matched, it left you a panting mess between them. Their hands were everywhere, touching you and making you theirs. Dean’s moans were short often with his nose buried against the side of your neck and John’s were loud, raspy against the back of your neck or on your shoulder.

The sounds coming from the both of them turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Which honestly probably helped you enjoy this all the more. Lowering your hand, you curled it around John and urged his movements to be harder.

“Are you okay?” Dean whispered, drawing your attention to him by grasping at your chin. With a nod, you knew that you were breathless and you could hardly gather your words. Dean’s mouth claimed yours again, his tongue brushing against yours.

With how paper think these walls were, you hoped that no one was on the other side because none of you were being quiet. The headboard was smacking up against the wall, moans flooding the air. By now your hips were eagerly rocking back between Dean and John taking them in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” John slurred against the side of your face, his grasp growing tighter to your hips. With how hard he was grasping to your flesh, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Pulling your hand forward, you hooked your fingers with John’s. Nipping at your earlobe, John gave it a small tug before whispering in your ear. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.”

“Please…” you panted knowing that you were still riding that line of being right on the edge of an orgasm. Realizing what it was you were looking for, Dean started to bounce his hips harder against you. It had you rocking back harder toward John so every pull and push of their cocks was not only harder, but faster inside of you.

The smacking of John’s lower abdomen against your ass grew louder until he roared out, pulling out of you and you felt the splashes of his cum covering your ass along with your lower back. Kiss after forceful kissed was pressed at your neck with Dean pulling you closer to him. He was desperate to get you a release as well as himself. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you purred out and tossed your head back when a rush flooded to your temples. Covering your lips with his, Dean’s moans became more frequent with him pulling his hips back and thrusting his hand over his length until he covered your lower abdomen with his release.

Dropping down beside you, the three of you laid out at the center of that bed trying to catch your breath. John’s arm possessively wrapped around your waist with Dean’s arm stretched out across your shoulders. For a long time, you were all quiet. Saying nothing because what else was there to say? You were all riding off the high of your orgasms.

“It’s going to be weird from here on out, isn’t it?” Dean lifted his head, his messy hair in his eyes while he looked you over.

“Only if you let it be,” John snorted, turning his face further into his pillow with a huff. “Don’t ruin a good thing Dean. Shut up.”

An involuntary laugh fell from your lips. It got you a glare from Dean, but you were impressed that John wasn’t going to let this change anything. You didn’t want anything to change. The only thing that maybe you hoped would possibly change was getting to sleep with them on occasion. Other than that? This was the perfect scenario for you and you loved it.

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12. Old Wives Tale

Fred had to smile, taking the copy from her. It had been his copy, dog eared and worn, a gift from his brother years ago. She'd not managed to get much further than where they'd left; wanting to wait until they were back together, curled up and reading separately. She figured that her curled up on him and Fred reading to her was just as good (if not better), and she pulled out the puppydog eyes. 

He never could resist her, and opened the book to start to read aloud, his voice soft so she could fall back asleep if she needed. 

Sheila ended up dozing, content in Fred's arms. His voice was soft and home, making her feel better. The paracetamol had helped, too, bringing her fever down a little. When she woke, it was late afternoon, and Fred was nowhere to be found. She stretched out with a sigh, trying to build the energy to get up.

"Fred?" She called, padding through the house, her blanket cocooned around her. "Fred?"

"Kitchen!" He called, his voice carrying. 

"You left me." She grumbled good-naturedly; whatever he was cooking smelled too good to argue with him. 

"Oh, I'm sorry." He met her in the doorway, wrapping his arms around her. "How are you feeling at the moment?"

She leaned into him. "Mm, better. Still rubbish."

"That's a bit better, you look better than you did before." He said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm just making some tea for us."

"It smells good."

"It's an old family recipe, it'll make you feel better."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it’s chicken soup. It'll fix all your illnesses."

She laughed. "That's just an old wives tale."

"So you don't want it?" He teased. 

"No, no." She said quickly, her stomach rumbling. "I didn't say that."

He laughed. "Pull up a chair? I've gotta finish stirring."

She reluctantly peeled herself away from him, perching on the counter instead of a chair. "You'll have to teach me."

"Of course, when you’re better, though. It wouldn’t stick right now." He chatted away to her as he finished up, tidying away the pots and pans, and decanting a few portions into some tupperware. 

"Want some bread with it?" Fred asked, rubbing her knee.

"Mm?" She blinked at him, rubbing her eyes. "What?"

He laughed. "I thought you'd gone quiet. You'd fallen asleep up there."

"I wasn't asleep." She protested. 

He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. She nestled into him, holding onto him like a koala. He carried her through to the living room, setting her on the sofa.

"Put something on the TV? I'll bring your soup through."

She grinned at him, tucking her feet up. "Thank you."

Fred returned to the kitchen, pouring her a glass of apple juice before carrying both their teas through. He settled the tray on her lap and curled up next to her. "So, what have we got?"

Sheila looked up at him with a smile, sheepishly taking the tray. “Just whatever I could find on.”

"Good enough for me. Careful, it's hot."

“Thank you.”

He stretched forward to steal a kiss, quickly settling back down to eat. "There's some for the freezer too, and enough for tomorrow."

“You shouldn’t kiss me.” She mumbled. 

"I'm gonna get sick anyway." He shrugged. "Well, I'm not, because this is gonna cure us both."

She made no effort to move away, snuggling against him the best she could with her bowl of soup. The first spoon was heaven, warm and comforting, and she sighed happily. 

"Better?"

“Much. You’ve cured me.”

[invinciblerodent]

and! and! and!!!!! once they get actually comfortable enough to accept this new and exciting trait of themselves that they didn't even know about, they revel in it, even if they continue to play at reluctance.

"oh, alright, if you must~" (their arms are already spread wide, ready to Receive the Hug, smile playing on their lips)

"my, you really are just obsessed with me, aren't you~" when asked for a kiss (it comes with a playful poke to their partner's belly) (and no acknowledgement of the fact that they too are a little bit obsessed with them ofc)

"hm, and what have you done to deserve it, I wonder~?" as they are actively leaning in for a kiss already (you've been yourself, that's what you've done. But that part is unspoken.) (also, whispered against the other's lips with their shared breath? hot)

"😒" "what." "😒" "what's wrong." "😒😒" (what's wrong is that their partner is not reading their mind. they should be kissing them, not doing whatever other unimportant nonsense they're doing.) (oh, saving the world? that can wait. kissies, however, can't.)

and still insisting that they're not some cuddlebug. yes, while actively holding their partner. oh, this? this means nothing. this is a coincidence. my arms snug around them, that's a trick of the light. you're seeing nothing. (they're also smiling, and making no effort to hide it.)

going slightly feral today for characters who don't think of themselves as being "~into~" touch and physical intimacy suddenly discovering that they actually are, in like an embarrassingly huge way

"oh fine, I'll indulge you, but I'll have you know that I'm not exactly cuddly, darling. 🙄" (proceeds to wrap themselves around their partner in their sleep like a boa constrictor) (yes this becomes a regular occurrence)

"no dear, I don't like hugs" (does, in fact, melt into each embrace with a soft sigh and eyes sliding shut, all gooey inside like a person-shaped fudge brownie)

"how juvenile. I'm not ticklish, I'm not a child. 😒" (starts convulsing with stifled laughter if their partner as much as wiggles their fingers in their general direction) (no they are very cool I promise)

"don't touch me 😒" (secretly pouts when their explicit wish is respected. no wait come back i didn't mean don't as in don't, i meant it as try harder. yes i know that's counterintuitive. no you should read my mind exactly. how is that even hard--)

"*makes a longing 🥺 face every time their partner is doing something just out of their reach, wanting to touch them but not wanting to come off as ~needy~*" (scoffs and turns away when asked if they want a hug) ((that means "yes please"))

"ugh, fine, but if you ruin my hair--" (all but tears up at having their scalp gently scratched. finds that they do not give a solitary shit about their hair now, actually.) (yes, they will now regularly plop their head in their partner's lap as a silent request for scritches. they're not cuddly, though.)

will not hold hands. will, however, knock shoulders while walking. (it means try again. it means please never stop trying.)