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A Little Push - Part 3

A Little Push – Part 3

Fic Summary: You and Eddie think it’s time to thank Steve for the part he played in getting you two together. (Part 1) (Part 2) Eddie Munson Fics Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings: Language, Aphrodisiac, Filthy Smut, Breeding Kink, Friends to Lovers, Unprotected & Protected Sex, Creampie, Oral (male and female giving/receiving), M/M/F Threesome, Spitroast, Double Penetration, Anal Sex

Fic Song: N.I.B by Black Sabbath

A/N: I have no reasoning for this part other than my brain wouldn’t let me write anything else. So, enjoy. Also as of right now there’s no plans or ideas for additional parts.

It’s been weeks since Steve has seen either you or Eddie at the video store. His hours had gotten changed around so there were a few Saturdays in a row where he wasn’t working. He asks Robin but she hasn’t seen you two either.

“Now you’re more invested than I am,” she teases when he asks again the following week.

“Well, obviously. Those were really expensive chocolates. I’d like to know the investment was worth it.” Robin raises an eyebrow and gives him a look that he doesn’t like. “What? What are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason. Just wondering.”

“About?”

Robin studies him for a moment like she’s weighing her options on whether she wants to say something or not. But it’s Robin so, of course, she’s going to tell Steve exactly what she thinks. “It was way too easy for you to lay on the charm when that whole situation was happening. You wouldn’t happen to have a little crush on her too would you?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

Robin smirks and lets it go. She doesn’t have to point out that he didn’t deny anything. He’s well aware.

Did Steve have a crush on you? Maybe a little one before he saw you hanging around Munson all the time. It was irrelevant now, especially since he knows how you feel about Eddie. Honestly, he can’t blame you. Not that he’s into Eddie but he could see the appeal.

It’s nearly two months before Steve is put back on the Saturday shift and by then he’s given up wondering when suddenly, there you both are. He hears your laugh before he sees you. Looking up from the computer, Steve watches as you walk into the shop, Eddie’s arm slung around your shoulders.

His questions are answered when Eddie lays a big kiss on your lips, then slaps your ass as he goes to check out the horror section. You shake your head lovingly and turn towards the new releases. It’s then that your eyes meet Steve’s and you give him a bright smile.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” he says when you approach the counter. “I see you and Munson are doing good.”

“Thanks to you.”

Steve smiles. “Pretty sneaky wasn’t it?”

He’s got to admit, you’re looking good. You’re clearly happy and there’s this glow about you that he hasn’t seen before. Man, keeping your feelings to yourself must have been hurting you. He’s glad that you seem to be happy.

“Drugging your friends so they’d finally fuck each other wasn’t something I was expecting from you.”

“Okay, well, when you put it like that it sounds way creepier than I realized. And technically, Munson and I aren’t friends which now that I’m saying it just ups the creepy factor.”

You laugh. “Don’t worry, we forgive you.”

“That’s a relief.” Steve glances over at Eddie, who is busy going through the horror section for the hundredth time. “In all honesty, I’m glad it worked out between you two.”

You glance over at him as well, the smile on your face never wavering. “Yeah, it’s been a ride these last few weeks. A lot of changes. Good changes but changes, nonetheless. We’ve both been working so movie night was on pause for a bit. I’m happy to get back to our usual routine.”

Working full-time, Steve knows exactly what you mean. “Well, happy to have you guys back. Although now that you’re together you’ve taken away my Saturday evening entertainment.”

“I’m just surprised you were so invested that you put a whole plan together to trick us,” you say. “Those chocolates were expensive.”

“Yeah, they really were—wait, how did you know that?”

You grin, leaning on the counter. “We may have bought some more.”

Steve’s mind short-circuits a bit. He has the sudden mental image of you and Eddie going at it and what’s more disturbing than the fact that his brain went there is the fact that he doesn’t mind that his brain went there.

“Good for you guys,” he says, trying desperately to keep the conversation going despite his temporary mental lapse. “I’m assuming that’s also why you haven’t been around lately.”

You prop your chin on your hands as your grin widens. “Been thinking about us a lot, have you?”

Steve isn’t quite sure what to say to that. He’s already treading in creep territory, though, you don’t seem very bothered by what he did. Now he admitted multiple times that he noticed your absence. He is usually much smoother than this. Why is his brain suddenly hyper-focused on you and Eddie Munson?

“You’re regular customers,” he says, trying to be nonchalant. “Saturday nights aren’t the same without you two arguing over what to watch.”

“No arguments this time,” Eddie says, laying two movies on the counter. “Sup, Harrington. Did my lady tell you the good news?”

“That you two are together? Yeah, congrats, man,” Steve says, fully meaning it. “Now I don’t have to watch you be super awkward around each other.”

“Nope, no awkwardness anymore.” As if to prove his point, Eddie throws his arm around you and lays another big kiss on your lips. “But that’s not the only thing.” He nods towards you. “Go ahead, sweetheart, show him.”

You smile in response and hold up your left hand, where Eddie’s skull ring twinkles from your left ring finger. Steve feels like he has whiplash. “Jesus Christ, Munson, you don’t mess around.”

“Hell no,” Eddie says proudly, rubbing your shoulder. “Knew I had to lock this one down while I had the chance.”

You laugh, affectionately rolling your eyes. “My fiancé, ever the romantic.”

Mind still reeling by how much has changed between you two just because he gave you chocolates, Steve smiles and grabs the movies so he can scan them. “Congratulations,” he says. “And considering my role in what happened, I expect an invitation to the wedding. Here are the movies. You know the drill. I put them on your account, Munson. Need anything else?”

“Actually, yeah, you can just combine our accounts,” Eddie says. “And we have a new address.”

Steve pauses, his eyebrows shooting up. “You guys are living together already?” Dear God. He wanted you two to admit your feelings. He was not expecting to hear you were getting married and already moved in with each other. Damn, Munson really does move fast.

You smile at Eddie and nod. “Yeah, that’s kind of why we’ve been working so much. We wanted to get a place of our own,” you say. “For…reasons.”

Eddie smirks and wags his eyebrows at Steve. Given that you told him you bought more chocolates, he could only guess what those reasons were. “Cool, what’s the new address?”

Eddie rattles it off as you lean into him. You two look good together. Not that Steve is noticing because why would he notice something like that? What the hell is wrong with him tonight? The next thing you say doesn’t clear up any of the confusion he’s feeling.

“What time do you get off work?” you ask.

“Not until ten, why?”

He sees you and Eddie share a glance, both grinning in a way he’s not sure he appreciates. Or understands.

“You should stop by,” you say way too casually. “Come hang out with us.”

“Not a big fan of horror.”

“We’re not planning on watching movies,” Eddie says.

With that, you grab the videos and throw him a wink as Eddie leads you away. Steve feels like he’s missing something. He watches you leave, completely confused. He’s never hung out with either of you before, why would you be interested in hanging out now? And if you’re not going to be watching movies, then why did you rent them?

It doesn’t hit Steve until about thirty minutes later. “Wait a minute…”

No, no that couldn’t be the reason you two were asking him. He’s just being dumb. It has to be something else.

However, the longer Steve thinks about it, the more he realizes that it couldn’t be anything else. You brought up the chocolates, Munson wasn’t being a jealous prick and outright told him the three of you wouldn’t be watching movies together. Not to mention casually dropping that you have a new place that’s just for the two of you.

He’s so lost in thought he completely misses Robin coming over from the backroom where she’s been stuck all night, cleaning and organizing.

“Well that was tedious,” she says. When she gets no response from Steve, she waves her hand in front of his face. “Hellooooo, earth to Steve. Come back to me, buddy.”

“Huh, what?”

Robin frowns. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Steve shakes his head and forces himself to get back to work. But he’s suddenly way too distracted and can’t even remember what he was doing before you two wrecked his life.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ve never seen that look on your face before. Did something happen while I was in the back?”

Does he tell Robin or does he keep it to himself? On the one hand, he tells her everything, mainly because he knows she’ll give him her honest unfiltered opinion. On the other hand, if he’s wrong about what he thinks is going on, she’ll never let him live it down. She’s already given him shit for asking about you and Eddie. If she hears about that conversation…

“Dude, what is going on?” Robin asks after several long seconds of silence. “You’ve got the weirdest look on your face.”

Steve sighs, pushing away from the computer and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, so, I need your opinion on something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

In a hushed voice to avoid being overheard by the few stray customers hanging around, Steve gives her a quick rundown on his entire conversation with you and Eddie. The more he talks, the wider Robin’s eyes get and by the time he’s done, she’s standing there with her hands covering her mouth.

“Oh. My. God.”

“I’m being stupid, right?” Steve says. “You’re going to tell me I’m reading too much into this.”

“Well…”

“Well? Well? What do you mean ‘well’?”

Robin lowers her hands, trying and failing miserably to hold back an amused grin. “If everything you told me is exactly what happened, I’m pretty sure they were propositioning you.”

Steve just stares at her, unblinking. He does it for so long that Robin claps her hands in front of his face. It’s enough to snap him out of it. “Oh my god.”

She grins and nods. “Yeah, dude.”

Steve runs his hands through his hair, making it stick up in all directions. “Fuck, what do I do?”

Robin looks at her watch. “Stop by the gas station and grab some flowers and cheap wine? They should still be open if you leave now. It’s rude to show up empty-handed for a date.”

“Robin, I’m not going to actually take them up on their offer.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Steve flounders. “It’s…I…they…”

Robin stands there expectantly waiting for the excuse that Steve can’t come up with. Her smirk hasn’t gone away and when he doesn’t say anything else, she wags her eyebrows. “You’re going to have a kinky night. I’m almost jealous.”

Steve huffs and turns his attention to a stack of movies on the counter that need to be shelved. “Nope, not going to keep talking about this. I’m just over-reacting and they didn’t mean what I think they meant.”

Robin stops him from picking up the movies. “Steve, I’m not the best at social cues and even I picked up that vibe just from what you told me. And even though you said you’re not going, you haven’t said that you don’t want to go.”

Shit. Of course, she picked up on that. The truth is, Steve doesn’t know what he wants. He’s certainly curious about the whole thing. As much romantic experience as he has, this isn’t something that’s come up before. He leans against the counter and sighs heavily.

“Damn it,” he says.

Robin copies his stance, nudging him with her elbow. “You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

---

On the ride home, you can’t help smiling over at your fiancé. Still weird to think of him as that. There was zero transition. It was friends to engaged in twenty-four hours.

It’s been a whirlwind the last few weeks. Eddie, who used to work part-time as a mechanic, talked to his boss and was bumped to full-time. Since he graduated, he had been dragging his feet because he wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted to do. Once he realized it meant you two could pool your resources and get a place of your own, he was more than happy to make the change. Besides, it left his evenings free to still do shows with Corroded Coffin.

The two of you were able to get a trailer of your own, not too far from his uncle. Eddie had wanted to stay close since he was Wayne’s only family and you were all too happy to oblige.

Between his job at the garage and you working at the drug store, you’ve settled into a comfortable, mostly-stable routine. Occasionally, you have to work evenings which kind of sucks but for the most part, you and Eddie have nights to yourselves.

And you make full use of that time.

Eddie pulls the van up outside of your home and sits for a second, smiling. When he turns to you he says, “I can’t believe this place is ours.”

“I know. We could almost be considered adults.”

He laughs and grabs your hand, kissing the ring on your hand. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

It’s amazing how somewhere still so new can be considered home. You can’t believe it. To have a place of your own, a place you share with your love and best friend is more than you ever could have imagined. It’s not much, just two small bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen/living room area, but it’s yours. Even though it was way more expensive, Eddie was insistent on the second bedroom for “Future Baby Munson”. Right now it’s used to store Eddie’s guitar and boxes you haven’t felt like unpacking but given your man’s kink for coming inside you, it’s only a matter of time. At least, that’s what he keeps saying.

In the living room, you collapse on the couch. It’s been a long grueling week and you’re looking forward to spending the evening with Eddie.

And maybe Steve if he decides to show.

That’s something else you and Eddie have talked about. A lot. Like, more than you think is probably healthy. It started as a joke, you telling Eddie one night that you both should thank Steve for slipping you those chocolates. You thought it would be funny to buy him some in return. Somehow the conversation shifted and before you knew what was happening, Eddie was the one to suggest inviting him over for some fun.

You’re well aware of your soon-to-be-husband’s preferences so his suggestion wasn’t surprising. However, given that you’ve only seen Steve with women, you weren’t sure what he would think of the whole situation. It couldn’t hurt to offer, could it?

“Do you think he’s going to show?” you ask as Eddie puts the movies on top of the old TV set you swiped from your parents’ place.

“Why wouldn’t he? We’re both hot.”

You chuckle as Eddie crosses over to the couch. Without a second of hesitation, he lays himself on top of you, his lips seeking yours. Melting underneath him, you run your hand through his hair, lightly pulling to draw a small whimper out of him. It’s amazing how much he reacts to even the simplest of touches. It’s been fun exploring what makes him a moaning, weeping mess. It honestly doesn’t take much to get him going, especially now that you’ve got your own place.

It's like Eddie is determined to have sex with you as much as humanly possible. He says he’s making up for all the time you two spent pining for each other.

You don’t mind in the slightest.

Eddie’s hand slips under your shirt as he trails his kisses to your neck, which has become a thousand percent more sensitive since you two got together. He loves teasing and nibbling there until you’re a shuddering mess. You bite your lip and moan, arching your back into his touch. Sometimes you try to stifle yourself until you remember that you don’t have to. And if you forget, Eddie’s more than happy to serve as a reminder. That man cannot keep quiet once you’re both naked. Speaking of…

Reaching up, you tug on his leather jacket. “Off. Now.”

Eddie scrambles to do as you say, sitting up just enough to get rid of the coat and then his shirt. You run your hands down his chest, fingers tracing that delicious happy trail and the hickeys you left behind the last time you got him naked. Eager for more, you reach for his belt. You get it open and manage to undo the button before he dives in for another kiss, mouth hungrily devouring yours. Fuck you love the way he kisses you. You could lay there for hours perfectly content kissing him and doing nothing else. Actually, you’re pretty sure that’s happened several times already. It’s your favorite version of Lazy Sundays.

His thigh slots between your legs and he gently presses down, giving you the barest hint of the friction you want.

Sitting up, you force Eddie to sit back on his heels so you can shrug out of your jean jacket. Eddie’s quick hands are scrambling for the clasp of your bra, his hot mouth slotting over yours. Once he gets it undone, you quickly pull it off from under your tank top, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

You’ll never get tired of his hands on you, how he gets so excited he can’t contain himself, grabbing and squeezing.

But before things can really get going, there’s a sudden knock on the trailer door.

Eddie draws back to look at you and you both share a grin. “Looks like you were right,” you say.

He gets off of you and, without bothering to put his shirt back on or even redo his pants, he walks over and opens the door, leaning on the frame with a smug smile on his face.

“Fancy seeing you here, Harrington,” he says.

Steve stands on the doorstep, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. He looks nervous, almost uncertain at first. Then his eyes take in Eddie’s half-naked appearance. He can see past him where you’re lying on the couch, dressed but disheveled and the nervous energy shifts.

“Well, I was invited,” he says with a shrug that’s way too practiced to be nonchalant. “Though, if now isn’t a good time…”

“It’s the perfect time,” you say, sitting up all the way. “Come on in.”

Eddie steps aside and Steve hesitates for a second before climbing the two steps into the trailer. He looks around. “Nice place.”

“Thanks, we think so too,” Eddie says pushing past him. He sits next to you on the couch, draping his arm around you. “She didn’t think you were going to show.”

“I almost didn’t,” Steve says, his eyes darting between the two of you. “I wasn’t sure…I mean, I thought I’d misread the situation…”

“You didn’t,” you tell him, getting to your feet. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Steve smiles and you can sense his hesitation like he’s still not quite sure if you meant what you said.

Stepping forward, you slide your hand into his unruly hair and pull him into a kiss. He freezes for a second, glancing at Eddie over your shoulder as if worried about what he might do. You can’t see Eddie’s response but whatever he does makes Steve relax.

He cups your cheek, deepening the kiss as one arm snakes around your waist.

Kissing Steve is so different from kissing Eddie. While Eddie’s excitement takes over, eagerly pushing his tongue past your lips, Steve takes his time, kisses you slowly and deliberately, like he’s giving you all his focus in that moment. When you open your mouth for him, he doesn’t immediately dive in. He keeps the same pace, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your cheek, and then, when his tongue does touch yours, it’s only a quick brush, just a tease that has you wanting more.

You feel movement behind you, and the next thing you know, Eddie’s mouth is on the back of your neck, his hands gripping your waist. He rolls his hips forward and grinds himself against your ass, already half-hard from fooling around earlier. Or, is he hard from watching you kiss Steve?

You gasp and that’s when Steve decides to explore your mouth, his tongue expertly gliding past yours. Between that and Eddie sucking and biting at your throat, you’re losing your goddamn mind already. Sandwiched between the two, you grind back against Eddie while pushing Steve’s jacket off his shoulders. It falls to the floor to join your bra and Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie’s hand cups your chin and he’s suddenly dragging you away from Steve’s mouth so he can kiss you. Steve doesn’t miss a beat, his lips falling to your exposed neck as his hand reaches up to squeeze your tits through your thin tank top. He had to have known you were braless. Most likely saw your nipples through the fabric.

Eddie licks at the inside of your mouth with a moan before trailing his lips to the other side of your throat and you’re suddenly breathless, suspended between the two as they grope and grind against you.

There’s a moment where everything stops, where Eddie and Steve move in the same direction and meet in the middle. They draw back and look in each other’s eyes, uncertain. Your hand is still in Steve’s hair and you close the distance for them, pulling Eddie in closer at the same time.

Their kiss is nothing like the sweet ones they shared with you.

It’s all teeth and tongue, like both are trying to gain the upper hand in whatever internal competition they’re waging. You let them do their thing, yanking the neckline of Steve’s shirt to the side so you can lay wet kisses along the smooth expanse of his neck. He groans and after a few seconds, Eddie pulls away with a lopsided grin.

“Wait to you see what else her mouth can do,” he says breathlessly before both his hands slide up your tank top to roughly grab your tits.

Your knees buckle and if it wasn’t for both men pinning their bodies to yours, you definitely would have fallen. You can feel Steve’s bulge through his jeans and it draws out a moan from you. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” you say into Steve’s skin. You can feel him swallow thickly when you do.

“Probably a good idea.” He’s just as breathless as you two are and your pussy throbs with longing. You have no idea how things are going to go tonight but damn you’re so fucking excited to find out.

Eddie draws back, taking your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom. You grab Steve’s hand and drag him along. The room is small, with barely enough space for a dresser, a nightstand, and the queen-sized bed that’s shoved into the corner. Doesn’t matter. The bed is the most important part anyway.

Eddie yanks you into a harsh kiss. A second later, he spins you in his arms so you’re both facing Steve. Eddie pulls your tank top off and you watch as Steve’s pupils dilate, racking up and down your exposed tits. He stares at the both of you, shirtless and smiling at him.

“This whole thing is new for me,” he says, still hovering in the doorway. “I don’t know what’s…what’s crossing a line or anything.”

“Well, you’re in luck because this is new for us too,” you admit. “The important thing is, to be honest about what you’re comfortable with.”

“For starters,” Eddie says, fingers absentmindedly making small trails up and down your torso. “If you’re inside my lady, you’ll need a rubber.”

“Obviously,” Steve says.

“We’re both clean but cuming inside her is kind of my thing,” Eddie says, blunt as ever. “And if you don’t want me to touch you, that’s cool, no offense will be taken.”

“You can touch me.”

Fuck the way he says that without hesitation doesn’t only make you hot and bothered. Eddie’s erection which has been firmly poking you in the back this whole time twitches with excitement. You even hear his breathing catch in his throat.

“Good to know, big boy,” Eddie says.

Steve turns his attention to you. “What are you comfortable with?” he asks, taking that first step across the threshold.

He’s within reach yet doesn’t try to touch you. Not yet. He’s waiting for your answer, eyes searching yours intently. You slide your arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You can touch me, you can taste me, and you can fuck me,” you say, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “Actually, I’m kind of curious to see if I can handle both of you at the same time.”

Eddie’s fingers suddenly dig into your skin excitedly while Steve’s eyes go wide.

“Fuck,” he says, leaning in close so his forehead is pressed to yours. “Munson, how hasn’t she killed you yet with the things she says?”

“Trust me, you haven’t heard half of what my girl can do,” Eddie chuckles.

Steve pulls back just enough to take off his shirt. Pushing his hair out of his face, he leans in for another kiss. You happily grant it, arching your back into Eddie’s touch as he cups your tits. Eddie’s mouth is back at your throat, one hand sliding down your chest, over your stomach, and under the waistband of your jeans.

You moan into Steve’s mouth and his tongue pushes past yours, not slow this time, but quick and eager. Eddie’s hand slips into your panties and when your knees buckle, it’s Steve who catches you, holds you up by your hips while Eddie toys with you.

Dear god you’re wet already and you’ve barely gotten started.

Eddie can feel it and you know he’s smirking. The tips of his fingers press down on your clit and your body jerks in surprise. There’s a tug on your jeans and Steve undoes the button, pushing them down. Once they’re out of the way, Eddie has more room to touch and he wastes no time sliding two fingers through your wetness.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet,” Eddie groans into your ear before tonguing it briefly. He glances at Steve. “Want to give her a feel, Harrington?”

Steve nods and Eddie’s hand withdraws. You can’t help whimpering at the loss. It doesn’t last long because a second later, he’s pushing your panties down and then grabbing Steve’s wrist. He brings the other guy’s hand between your legs and you collapse back against Eddie.

“Shit!” you swear, your tongue darting out to lick your dry lips.

Steve kisses you, panting as his fingers join Eddie’s. “You’re right, Munson,” he says between kisses. “I think she’s enjoying this.” God, you can’t tell how many fingers are touching you only that they’re doing a damn good job of it.

The next thing you know, both their hands are gone and they’re pushing you into the bed. Your back hits the mattress, bouncing slightly from the force. They take your shoes off and pull your jeans and panties down the rest of the way. Within seconds, you’re laying there completely naked, with them gazing hungrily at you.

You stare back at the two men, half-naked and panting, looking so fucking good it blows your mind that they’re there, with you. Eddie suddenly slips his arm around Steve’s waist and yanks him into a kiss. You’re forgotten for the moment as they grapple with each other, teeth hitting in their excitement. Steve’s the one to take things to the next level, slipping his hand into Eddie’s open jeans.

Eddie groans and you watch the movement of Steve’s hand under the fabric. Fuck you can’t see anything and it’s still the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed. Your pussy throbs from neglect.

You move up the bed to get yourself comfortable, opening the drawer of the nightstand. Inside are all the fun things but right now you’re interested in the box of chocolates. You take it out and grab one before leaning against the pillows.

The movement is enough to get the boys' attention and they turn their heads in unison just in time to watch you take a bite of the truffle.

“Don’t mind me,” you say, licking the chocolate from your lips. “Just enjoying the show.”

Eddie smirks and turns his attention back to Steve. He yanks on the button of his jeans, pulling them open before pushing them down. They kiss again, Steve’s hand still jerking Eddie off. He turns Steve so his back is to the bed, then pushes him onto it like they did to you. He steps out of his shoes and gets rid of his pants, fully commando underneath.

Steve kicks out of his sneakers, then moves until he’s able to lean his back against your chest. You bend your head for a kiss as Eddie gets rid of Steve’s jeans and boxers. Your mouth is entirely preoccupied with Steve’s and his hand cups the back of your head, holding you in place. A moan suddenly rips through him and you both break away in time to see Eddie slide his mouth down Steve’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Steve gasps, throwing his head back. You take the opportunity to feed him a bit of chocolate, smearing some across his lips in the process.

He eagerly accepts and when his tongue darts out to lick it away, you help by kissing him.

Eddie must be doing something right because a flush washes across Steve’s pale skin in no time. You’re more than a little obsessed with it. You make out with him, running your fingers through the hair on his chest.

Steve’s cock is pretty fucking impressive. Not quite as thick as Eddie’s but definitely longer. Watching your fiancé deep throat him, managing to take almost all of him, sends molten heat down to your neglected core. Eddie’s mouth does wonders to you and clearly, his oral skills are matched when it comes to giving head.

Unable to sit idle anymore you carefully slide out from behind Steve and crawl to the bottom of the bed. You kiss Eddie’s shoulders and he lets Steve slip from his mouth so he can give you a filthy kiss. You can taste Steve on him and it nearly fucking kills you.

Drawing back, you pop the rest of the truffle into Eddie’s mouth, before kissing him again, sharing the sweet treat as you gather Eddie’s hair into a ponytail. Meeting Steve’s gaze, you watch his face as Eddie goes back to sucking him off, his ringed hand gliding up Steve’s taut stomach and resting on the middle of his chest.

Steve throws his head back, hips rising off the bed as he moans. Fuck this image is going to be forever burned into your mind.

Without warning, Eddie pulls off, kisses you again, then guides your head down to take over. Steve’s already slick from precum and Eddie’s mouth. It helps him slide smoothly into yours and you get to work, bobbing your head up and down while stroking what doesn’t fit. Which is a lot. Because, damn.

Steve is moaning and writhing beneath you. “S-Slow down,” he pants. “Don’t want to cum yet.”

Eddie’s still next to you and when you pull off to catch your breath, you both grin up at him. “That’s what the chocolates are for, babe,” you pant.

“I know, but…”

“You want to hold back, huh?” Eddie asks. “Make it feel really good?”

Steve nods, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. “Besides, you two can’t have all the fun.”

They both look at you and a second later you’re being manhandled by them, taking Steve’s place on the bed. Steve dips his head to take a nipple between his lips, sucking greedily as Eddie takes the other. Dear god, it's indescribable. Their hands roam every bit of your body they can reach and all you can do is grab fistfuls of their hair.

Apparently, Steve has something else in mind because he lets it go after a few seconds and moves down the bed, leaving wet kisses in his wake. He slides his arms under your legs and buries his face between your thighs.

Gasping at the sudden wetness of his tongue, your back arches and Eddie moans, cupping your tit while still playing the nipple in his mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Two mouths doing two completely different things to you. Steve sucks greedily at your clit, strong arms pinning you to the bed even as you squirm underneath him. You moan and Eddie chooses then to kiss you, filling your mouth with his always eager tongue. His cock is begging for attention, poking you persistently in your side.

“I want to suck your dick, Eddie,” you tell him breathlessly. “Let me suck you off while he eats me out.”

Eddie moans and immediately gets to his knees. His cock is red and so fucking ready, the tip is oozing precum. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

He pushes himself past your lips with a quick, smooth thrust.

You lose your fucking mind. Again. Probably didn’t quite have it back, to begin with.

Sex with Eddie is always a thrill, an erotic adventure that takes you for a fucking ride. This is something else entirely. To have two men, to be with two men like this is incredibly overwhelming and empowering at the same time. They want you. Both of them. And judging by the noises they’re making, they’re having a pretty fucking amazing time.

Steve’s tongue is now repeatedly swiping through your folds, making the most obscene wet noises you’ve ever heard. Then he slips it into your soaking hole at the same time Eddie starts to fuck your mouth and you’re cuming before you even realize what’s going on.

You can’t call out their names; Eddie’s cock is still gliding along your tongue as he rolls his hips back and forth. His head is thrown back, eyes closed as he surrenders to the sensation. You fucking let him, want him to use your mouth for his own pleasure.

Through bleary eyes, you manage to catch a glimpse of Steve and he’s already looking up at you, watching Eddie fuck your throat. He gives you a final lick as your shuddering body relaxes once more, then kisses his way up. Eddie nearly doubles over when Steve takes one of his balls into his mouth, sucking greedily as you suck his cock.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit,” Eddie babbles, one hand falling to your head and the other falling to Steve’s. “Guys, I can’t—”

You draw your head back so he slips from your mouth, only for Steve to take him down right to the base. You suck on his other ball and that’s it. Eddie can’t take anymore.

He cums into Steve’s mouth, running his hands through his own hair and pulling on it as his hips jerk on their own. Steve takes it all like a fucking champ.

Spent, at least for the moment, Eddie collapses next to you on the bed. You grab Steve’s chin and force him to kiss you, sharing Eddie’s cum in the filthiest kiss you’ve ever had. Steve is more than happy to share.

Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his cock and start to jerk him off with quick, hurried movements. He doesn’t stop you this time, doesn’t want to wait anymore.

He groans, thrusting into your hand while kissing the life out of you. When he cums a second later, he spills himself all over your hand and thighs.

The chocolate is still in your system and you can’t help stealing more kisses even as Steve lays down on your other side. It’s only when your lungs scream in protest that you give yourself a break.

Drawing back to catch your breath, the three of you lay there panting.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve says, shoving his sweaty hair out of his face.

“You both better not be tapping out on me already,” Eddie says. He’s got the biggest fucking grin on his face. One hand cushions his head while the other starts to work his cock.

“Give me some credit, Munson,” Steve says. “Just need to catch my breath.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you say. “He’s like this even without the chocolate.”

“How do you sleep?”

“Usually naked, full of cum.”

Steve gives a soft chuckle, rolling on his side and sliding his arm around your waist. Eddie does the same and you find yourself kissing both. They leaned in at the same time yet didn’t stop when they noticed the other. You’ve never had a three-way kiss before and suddenly it’s hard to tell whose tongue is whose. Even if you hadn’t had chocolate you’d be ready to go. How could you not when two hot men were trying to kiss the life out of you?

“You still want to try to take us both?” Eddie asks, drawing away from the kiss to nuzzle your neck.

Your body clenches at the thought. Nodding, you breathlessly say, “Definitely.”

“Fuck,” Steve says. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever imagined in my life.”

“Get ready to experience it, big boy,” Eddie says. “Do you want the front or the back?”

“I’ll take the front,” Steve says. “At least to start since you like finishing inside.”

“Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“No gentlemen here, babe,” Eddie says in your ear. “Get ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.”

Steve turns you to face him, kissing you, and for a moment the heat of Eddie’s body is gone as he rifles through the drawer. It’s back a second later after he hands Steve a condom.

Eddie kisses your throat and then there’s the unmistakable feeling of his lube-covered finger sliding between your cheeks. You two have done this a couple of times and your body already knows what to expect, relaxing into his touch. Or at least trying to. You’re so wound up about what’s happening you have to remind yourself to calm down.

Steve draws back, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. You watch him roll it onto his cock and your pussy clenches again, so eager to be finally be filled.

When Steve kisses you, it’s not urgent or rushed. He’s back to taking his time, going slow and savoring the moment. Eddie’s finger is teasing your puckered hole, spreading the lube around and around. It’s not until Steve lifts your leg over his hip that Eddie pushes his finger past the ring of muscles. You gasp and then Steve is pushing into you and your mind goes blank.

This. This is nothing you ever expected yet everything you never knew you wanted.

Steve fucks you slowly, very aware of Eddie fingering your ass at the same time. Your body is in a constant state of motion like it doesn’t know what it wants more. Your hips roll forward to take Steve in yet immediately backward to accept Eddie’s finger.

Eddie is sucking your throat, only pausing when Steve reaches over to cup the back of his neck for a kiss.

You thought it would feel strange being filled by Steve when Eddie is right there, but it’s not. There’s absolute trust between the three of you that you weren’t anticipating.

They keep kissing as Eddie works you open, until you tug on Steve’s hair, needing to feel someone’s mouth.

Your hips don’t know what they want to do. Forward or back? Help Steve or help Eddie?

Eddie wiggles a second finger into you and you moan so loud you’re sure everyone outside the trailer can hear. Your hips jerk unexpectedly and Steve manages to stop you from impaling yourself onto your fiancé’s hand.

“Shit, holy fucking shit,” you swear. “More. Eddie, Steve, give me more!”

Eddie’s fingers disappear and you almost cry at the loss, until his hand comes up to your shoulder and he suddenly pushes you forward into Steve. Steve buries himself in you all the way and stays there, his hand squeezing your thigh, keeping it wrapped around his hips. Shit, he’s helping Eddie, keeping you still so Eddie can slide his condom-covered cock into your ass.

At the first press of the blunt head of his cock, you moan his name, your nails digging into Steve’s shoulder blade, leaving thin scratches.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight like this,” Eddie says through gritted teeth.

Steve gasps. “Shit, you’re squeezing me,” he tells you.

You’re too far gone to answer either of them. You’ve never been so fucking full in your life. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until Eddie bottoms out and the air rushes from your lungs. They don’t move at first, laying kisses over every part of you they can reach, waiting for you to relax.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbles into your ear.

“We’ve got you,” Steve says, giving an experimental thrust.

You gasp, throwing your head back onto Eddie’s shoulder. “Such a good girl,” Eddie purrs in your ear. “So good taking both of us.”

It’s his turn to thrust and your body clenches around Steve again until he swears. After that, no one can speak.

They fuck you at the same time but in two vastly different ways. Eddie is over-eager and bordering on needy, unable to control himself when he’s inside you like this. His thrusts are quick and deep, too excited to pull over very far before he pushes back in. Steve stays buried in your heat, grinding his hips against yours.

“Shit, Munson, I think I can feel you moving,” he gasps.

Eddie yanks him into a kiss, their tight bodies squeezing yours between them as they absolutely wreck you. Different rhythms, different tempos, different speeds. So fucking different yet so fucking delicious at the same time.

They’re kissing you, kissing each other, groping and pulling and pinching your tits until your nipples buzz with sensitivity. You pant and swear, calling for Eddie then for Steve, then some weird combination of the two names when your brain stops functioning.

And then, right when it’s becoming too much, right when you know you’re close to coming again, they both suddenly stop.

“No, no,” you whine, tears streaming down your face. “More, please give me more.”

Eddie rubs your arm. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he coos. “We’re just switching. We’re gonna take good care of you. Don��t you worry.”

They both slip out, leaving you so brutally empty that you can’t help the sob that escapes. You’re turned around and are suddenly facing Eddie again. Vaguely you’re aware Eddie is passing Steve the lube.

Your fiancé takes the condom off, chucking it over his shoulder. When he pushes his cock into your gaping cunt, you nearly weep with joy. He cups your cheek and kisses you fiercely, tongue filling your mouth while losing himself in your wet heat. There’s the feeling of something cool and slick between your cheeks again and then Steve’s pushing in and you lose your goddamn mind.

Instantly, they’re back at the brutal pace they set before. They don’t need to take it slow. You’re spread and ready, and so fucking eager for more. You’re all too far gone to think, too overwhelmed to do anything but chase your pleasure.

You kiss who you can reach, your hand first grabbing Eddie’s sweaty shoulder, then reaching back to grab Steve’s thigh.

You’re sure you’ve cum at least a second, possibly a third time. It’s hard to tell with the constant stimulation. They keep rolling into one after another. It’s far too much. Your body is sore, screaming for more and yet begging to be done because it doesn’t know how much it can take.

Steve finishes for the second time, filling the condom as he fucks into your ass. The only reason you know is because he calls your name, his fingers digging into your hips so tight his nails leave indents. Eddie is the last, burying himself into your aching pussy just like he loves, keeping himself there until you’ve milked every drop.

Silence sweeps the room as all three of you collapse. You’re half out of it, eyes closed, and already feeling the tug of sleep. When they slip out of you, you let out a groan and two pairs of hands roll you onto your back, stroking your face.

“Sweetheart, you alright?” Eddie asks, voice filled with concern.

Steve says your name, sounding equally worried when he strokes your cheek.

You open your bleary eyes to find them leaning over you. “Fuck,” is all you can manage.

They both breathe twin sighs of relief. “Was it too much?” Eddie asks, laying kisses across your face.

“It…was…perfect.”

You sort of fade in and out after that. No amount of chocolate could prepare you for taking two men at the same time. You’re vaguely aware of one of them cleaning you while the other spoons you, rubs your hip, and tells you what a good job you did, but you’d be damned if you knew who is who at this point.

All you know is that you’re safe, warm, and loved. That’s the last thought you have before drifting off to sleep.

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Exhaustion takes over after Eddie makes sure you’re cleaned and cuddled. Steve holds you while Eddie cleans himself, then hands you over so he can wash up. He comes back to bed, falling face-first into the pillow.

“How are you doing over there?” Eddie asks, already drifting off.

“Better than I’ve felt in months.”

You’re out for the count and Eddie when turns off the light, Steve moves in to spoon your other side, leaving you sandwiched between them.

When Eddie wakes up sometime later, it’s because he feels the bed shift.

It’s not you. No, you’re out for the count and he has a feeling you won’t be waking for a while. He slowly sits up in time to see Steve slipping out into the hall.

He waits, wondering if Harrington is just going to the bathroom or if he’s leaving. When he doesn’t hear anything for a while, he gets up to investigate, grabbing a pair of boxers from the floor and stumbling into them.

He finds Steve sitting on the steps of the trailer. He’s not dressed, at least not completely. He’s got his jeans on but is otherwise shirtless. Eddie grabs a pack of smokes from the counter, slipping a cigarette between his lips before joining Steve outside.

Silently, he offers him one which he accepts. They light up and sit together, staring up at the night sky.

“So that happened,” Steve says after some time, cigarette dangling from his lips.

“It sure as fuck did.”

Eddie knows how he feels about the whole situation. Is perfectly okay with it being a one-time thing if that’s what you all want, yet equally okay if it were to turn into something more. He’s more curious about what’s going on in Harrington’s head.

They don’t speak for a while. They just sit there, smoking and thinking to themselves.

“You know, I was surprised you were into this,” Steve says, glancing at Eddie. “Considering what a jealous prick you were the last time we talked.”

Eddie chuckles, flicking the stub of his cigarette onto the ground. “Well, I wasn’t going to let you have her first before I could,” he says. “And yeah, we’re together and everything but we both talked about it a lot. And I mean a lot. It was something we were both comfortable with so we figured, might as well shoot our shot.”

Steve leans back on his elbows. “Not how I expected my night to end.”

“Do you regret it?”

Steve tosses his cigarette into the dirt. He looks over at Eddie. “No. I don’t.”

Eddie nudges him with his elbow. “Come back to bed. She’s going to be pissed if you slip out before she can make you pancakes.”

“Can’t have that, can we?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to piss her off.”

Smiling, Steve got to his feet, offering a hand to Eddie. He accepts, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. They stand there for a moment, so close. Eddie leans in, kissing Steve softly. It’s eagerly returned, a surprisingly gentle kiss as an understanding passes between the two.

Steve allows Eddie to pull him back into the trailer and into the bedroom, where your sleeping body waits for them.

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Ch. 6: Filling the Powder Keg part 1

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Wild: As I promised after the Riddle poll, here is the next chapter for the centaur au! Riddle won't be making his entrance just yet, sorry to disappoint you Riddle lover's. Today we'll be welcoming Vil, Leona, and Ruggie into the story. Although the spotlight is mostly on Vil for this chapter, the other 2 don't get a single line. But don't worry, they'll get their turn later!

nya: this chapter was originally gonna longer but i convinced wild to split it in 2 parts since its been so long since she's posted any actual content for the au. praise me for my hard work.

Vil: leopard

Leona: manticore (no barbed tail)

Ruggie: spotted hyena

This time you were able to catch him in the act, opening the door just as you were about to leave for your weekly trip to the grocery store. Maybe this was a sign from high powers you should plan to return before afternoon.

“Ah! My beloved nepiece!” Everyone's favorite bird man greets you as you open the door. You step back in surprise, startled by his loud squawking. You weren’t exactly paying attention. Or particularly wake.

“Good afternoon!”

“Hi…”

He steps aside to reveal, surprise surprise, more pets to live in your wonderful shack of a home. (read: it is not wonderful you bake when it’s hot out and freeze when it's cold) Though you could see two of them standing behind him even if he hadn’t. Centaurs tend to be quite tall. It is very important for people to know how big a centaur gets if they aren’t fully grown before adopting.

“Meet your new friends! This here is Leona, he’s a manticore.” Leona was taller than Idia to your surprise. The merboys sometimes talked about other centaurs that had been ripped from their homes when asked about their lives before coming to live with you. They had talked about how they’d seen two males and three females being dragged past their tank to be used for breeding. The males came up to Idia’s around shoulders. The females were just small enough to be visibly shorter than the males.

Maybe it was the wings. Those big leathery wings.

“The little one hiding is Ruggie, he’s a hyena.” you internally scream noticing the little yeen, he was hiding under the soon to be introduced pet. His big eyes stare up at you with curiosity. You wanted to squish his cheeks and rub his belly. Your hands itched to do just that.

“And last but not least, meet Vil! He’s a leopard and trained to be a show centaur.” Vil was studying you out with a frown, not bothering to hide his disapproval. Rude much.

“Now, we must make haste! The truck is due in two hours or I’ll have to pay extra!” Crowley slips past to set aside his that would get in the way, “help me move the furniture!”

With a groan you spin on her heel backside. Tossing your bags to the side, you tell a blurry eyed Idia and bottle sipping Ortho to lend your uncle a hand.

“RISE AND SHINE BOYS.” you yell up the stairs, “GET UP. WE’VE GOT SOME NEWBIES.”

A sharp pained yelp followed by the unmistakable clamoring of fighting began above.

“Knock it off you three!”

“Deuce started it!” “Because you stepped on my tail!” “I wouldn’t have if Sebek quit pinning me down with snuggles when we sleep!” “I don’t do that!” “Yes you do! You’re worse than Deuce!” “Stop lying! Me and Sebek don’t do that!” “I’d never snuggle with a lowly dog!”

Finger starts tapping the railing.

“I’m a wolf! Not some dumb domestic pet dog!”

“But you roll over for master whenever they start petting you! You won’t even fight them if they take away something you’re chewing on! That’s what a pet dog would do!”

Eyes close.

“Well at least I can hunt!”

“I can do that too!”

“Barely! You were fed and spoiled by Lilia and Malleus while I fended for myself!”

Fingers pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Hey you wouldn’t have lasted a day if I didn’t help you! You were a big crybaby that ran away from everything! You’d be dead without me!”

“You were so bad at hunting you could only dumpster dive for food! We’d be starving if I didn’t pick up your slack!”

“Well I’m braver! You’d cower and hide whenever a cat so much as looked at you!”

“You’re scared of cats? Hahaha! A dog scared of cats!”

Head tilts to the ceiling.

“Sh-shut up! Alley cats are mean! Your spoiled butt wouldn’t get it!”

“Nuh-uh! I’m not spoiled!”

“Yeah you are!”

“You’re both spoiled!”

Eyebrow twitches.

“Shut up Deuce!”

“Make me you stupid heads!”

“Fine, I will!”

Eyes open.

“BOYS GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR ELSE.” your foul language puts an end to the squabbling.

“That’s bad language~” “master shrimpy said a bad word!~” your eye twitches, “if you have time to eavesdrop you have time to unpack you slimy pool noodles.”

“We weren’t eavesdropping.” “yeah, you’re so loud I bet the neighbors heard your potty mouth!”

Spinning around you grab the naughty twins by their waists and head for the entrance.

“Shouldn’t we wait on the porch? We might turn back in the middle.” Jade points out as you take them with you outside.

“Bad boys get to suffer in the sun.” you drop them once you’re out of the shadow cast by the porch ceiling.

“But our fins will dry out!”

“Yeah we can’t hide them yet!”

“Do you hear that? It’s the sound of me not giving a fuck.” a smile creeps on your face as the two whine and groan, calling you a bully and spitful potty mouth as they half heartedly dig their webby hands into your thigh. You tune them out. Azul will definitely make fun of them if they end up having to army crawl to get back inside.

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One hour later of Vil shouting to be careful with his boxes and furniture you finally find a moment to take a breather. Fanning yourself with your shirt you think about how soar you’ll be in the morning. And you need to shower less you desire to be stink eyed at the store.

A shadow looms over you, blocking the ball of gas frying you alive. You look up, smiling at your light blocking savior, “Thanks Silv’s.”

The foxboy returns your smile, offering you a glass of water. You accept, leaning back into his soft chest as he settles behind you. His hands slip under your arms to rest in your lap. The subtle ba-bump of his heart adds to the chill atmosphere he’s always surrounded with. Too bad he was warm blooded, you wouldn’t be cooling down as much as you’d like. But you will suffer. You want a backrest.

Enjoying the silence you watch the others continue with their labor. A laugh is shared when a dust cloud is sprung from a dropped moving blanket, sending multiple into a sneezing fit. The sight brings up memories from when you’d first moved in. Silver had daily sneezing fits until you did a proper dust of all the parts of the house you frequented. You had some videos of him sneezing up a storm. Your favorite was the one where he sneezed with so much force he ended up tumbling backwards into a sleeping Lilia. The father son duo’s shocked faces were priceless. Nothing in this cruel world could ever convenience you to delete this treasure of memory.

You find yourself taking his hands in yours as you mosey through memory lane. His hands were so much bigger than when you first met. Before his dwarfed yours. Now the opposite was true. Eek this mushy stuff suddenly has you feeling old.

“Do you want me to go shopping with you?” he speaks while you stretch forward to grab a paw for toe bean squishing, “you look pretty exhausted.”

“Yes, that'd be wonderful thank you. I’m sure mister fancy pants over there is going to be a picky eater.” Silver chuckles, massaging your shoulders. His toes curl slightly when you squish them.

“Better keep father away from the kitchen in that case.” you share another laugh.

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Surprise surprise! Both Silver and Vil tag along to the store. The leopard had insisted on coming to make sure you got the right ingredients for his meals. And dear lord were you glad Silver was there. Not even 15 minutes in and you were an inch away from blowing a gasket. He was truly your guardian angel in these trying times.

Vil wouldn’t allow the purchase of any frozen foods and forced you to learn how to tell if the fresh fruit and vegetables weren’t prematurely picked or over ripe. He wouldn’t let you buy any premade meals, criticizing you for feeding your pets something so unhealthy. He wouldn’t even let you buy the cereal the younger boys liked, saying it was too sugary for them.

By the time you made it to the bakery section you were fuming. Silver had kept trying to reason with Vil but only managed to succeed a few times in getting him to come to a compromise. Bless this beautiful young taur for being your rock in these trying times.

“Don’t get the loafs that are about to expire!” Vil swatted at your hand like a toy for the umpteenth time, “besides this brand isn’t nearly as healthy as…” he starts another tangent, padding over to another display table to get the “correct” bread. You grit your teeth, hand clenching. Silver sets a hand on your shoulder with a squeeze, doing his best to ground you. You give him a strained smile.

While he’s picking the “correct bread” you slip away to grab something for dessert for the welcome dinner for the newbies.

“Now what do you think you’re doing?” Vil hissed seeing you return with one of those large cakes that could be used for any special occasion. Or if you just wanted cake. Nothing wrong with getting cake for the hell of it.

Your grip tightens on the dessert, “it’s tradition to have a welcoming dinner for new residents.” you state simply. You swear if he pushes your buttons one more time…

“Well there’s no need to buy low quality desserts like that. We will have one professionally made, I will not eat something so cheap. Put it back.”

Okay, that’s it fucker.

You open your mouth to tear him a new one-

“That’s enough.” Silver puts an arm in front of you as he steps forwards, baring his fangs at Vil, “you have been nothing but rude since you arrived, ordering them around like they’re your servant. You seem to have forgotten they are the one in charge, you are not higher in the hierarchy than them. If anything, you are at the bottom considering you have only just arrived.” Silver walks to stand in front of Vil. The leopard centaur has gone quiet, his ears flat against his head as the taller continues.

“It’s time you learn your place and act appropriately. If you don’t you’ll have more than me stepping in to show you.” color you both surprised. Silver had never bared his fangs at anyone before. Not even when Floyd was trying to annoy him into fighting him.

Sure you knew he was protective of you. It was because of him Floyd and Jade no longer drew blood from you when they were being playful. Silver had dove into the tank and dragged both of them out with ease after seeing them chomp down on your arm hard enough to make you bleed. He held them down until they’d stopped thrashing. Not once did he growl or cause harm other than when he fished them out. He just, sat on and stared them down. After that they gave him the same respect they gave you and Lilia.

Then there was when Sebek and Malleus accepted you as their master. Sebek didn’t take well to others taking up Malleus’ attention. He’d get extremely aggressive and snap at you for the smallest things concerning the dragon. It only got worse when Deuce and Jack were added to the mix. He was especially aggressive with Deuce, who had taken a particular liking to Malleus as a fellow reptilian.

Your fox knight had lost it on Sebek after he chomped you hard enough to break two of your fingers. Silver had chased him damn near around the entire house. He was screeching at him with his high pitched bark the entire chase, nipping at his tail. You had to hold the poor gator in your arms away from him until Deuce and Jack were able to get the other two's attention as they were enjoying some flying time.

Sebek only gives you love nibbles now.

Oh and there was that time Grim nearly set your ass on fire when you made him share one of those double popsicles because you only had two and there were four of them. Silver seemingly materialized from thin air to snatch the gray kitten away before he’d even stopped being a mini flamethrower.

Also there was that one occasion with a group of karens and kevins that felt entitled to your property. They had been using your yard as a spot to let their dogs run around before you’d taken up residence. They never picked up after their pooches and got mad when you had the boys get rid of the overgrown garden (if it could even be called that by then). They’d been taking whatever vegetables there were in the mini jungle to eat while their untrained purebred pups had a field day.

One karen had a large dog that would attack any animals it saw outside the group. It made the mistake of going after Jack and Ortho. The two were chasing a butterfly while you were hanging up laundry. The dog bolted straight for them as soon as it was free from the car. Unfortunately Silver was helping you with the laundry.

Least to say none of them trespassed again.

…

Okay, maybe you shouldn’t be so surprised.

Anyway, I digress.

Vil didn’t submit completely, only shrinking back slightly and holding Silver’s glare. Thankfully the fox has settled down a lot since the incidents above. Acknowledging the leopard’s behavior change with a snort, he took the cake from you to put in the cart.

“Ruggie likes donuts more.” Vil mutters, now refusing to look at either of you. Ears slightly drooping, he mumbles the hyena doesn’t have a favorite flavor in particular but gets really happy if they have icing and sprinkles.

Silver waits for your okay before heading back to the bakery for some swapping.

Vil follows behind you for the first time since you entered the store, staring at the ground. He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the trip.

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crevicedwelling · 1 year

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hey there! i have a wild caught culture of a. vulgare (coworker caught them in her yard in florida and they’ve been going nuts in our Mixed Native Bug Tank at my old job for years) and i was wondering what a good number of individuals would be to start a new culture to avoid inbreeding? there’s a lovely variable gold/bronze-ish morph that’s really prevalent but im worried the regular grey morph is starting to dominate the genetics a bit too much, thinking of separating a few gold bugs so i don’t lose them!

if you want to split the gold ones out, I’d sex them first. if there are both male and female golds, it’s most likely not the more common yellow-female-wildtype-male pattern gene, but rather something new!

I like to separate as many mutants as I have on hand, even if it’s something like 30. then, when they breed, pick out mutant young before the young are breeding age. about 10-15 is decent, but necessity sometimes dictates that new isopod lines be started from just 2-3 individuals, or in the event you end up with a lot of nice mutant babies that look very similar, pull as many as you can! if it is a situation where you are limited to just a few mutants, then once they start breeding true mix a few with a few from your other source, for diversity. you could probably make several outbred lines with different individuals and then re-isolate the gold mutant progeny together for an outbred, true breeding culture

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bookish-monster · 10 months

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This review has also been published in the May 2023 edition of the wonderful @monstermag (which you should definitely check out if you're a fan of monster romance; download past editions here)

Bees and Honey: A Swamp Monster Love Story is a fun little novella set in modern, rural Louisiana—specifically, it’s set in a very real place known as Honey Island Swamp, which is (according to Google) one of the least-altered river swamps in modern America. It has seen very little real estate development or other construction. It’s a wilderness that has been only lightly touched by humanity, and the fictional characters that populate it in this novella want to keep it that way!

Our story focuses on Heather, a born-and-raised Southerner who moved to Honey Island Swamp after a disastrous breakup that sent her life into a tailspin. She pulled an apiary (bee farm) up from the ground and built a business as a beekeeper selling honey and candles to the locals. Now, however, her home and business are threatened by McMasters, a white city slicker who wants to buy her and her neighbors’ properties and turn them into country clubs and homes for rich people. Heather is angry. Heather is more than angry, actually—she’s furious. But her helpless rage is turned into something much more actionable when she meets Honey, the ageless reptilian guardian of Honey Island Swamp.

I really enjoyed this story and consumed it in a single sitting! Weyland is a great storyteller with approachable prose and a writing style that’s easy to settle into and enjoy. I liked all of the Southern mannerisms and terms of speech that she peppered into Bees and Honey, and how she and her protagonist share a clear love for the flora and fauna of Louisiana. There are some nods to the realities of living in the Deep South—Heather’s neighbors, an aging, interracial gay couple, aren’t exactly welcome at the local church events—but overall, Bees and Honey focuses on the sweeter things in life such as community, friendship, and love.

This book is very LGBT+ positive, too, which is always great to see. Heather, upon meeting the swamp monster known as Honey, asks for his pronouns, which he gives her without fuss. Heather herself uses the pansexual label.

And let me just say that I loved Honey. He came across as extremely masculine and sexy without veering into the realm of toxic masculinity at all, which was a relief—all too often with traditional human romances, the male lead is a complete dick and I end up wishing the heroine got together with someone nicer. Not so with Honey! He asks permission for various acts during a sex scene with Heather, and doesn’t attempt to take away her autonomy or control her life and happiness in any way.

The plot with McMasters getting his comeuppance is very satisfying. If you live in a rural area that is undergoing rapid urban development the way I do, you will sympathize with Heather, Bubs, Cliff, and the rest of the fictional residents of Honey island Swamp. McMasters is an (unfortunately slight) exaggeration of an all too real breed of rich white landowners who use scare tactics to bully poor folks into selling their land, and it felt good to read about him losing his war to turn Honey Island Swamp into a playground for rich people with more money than sense.

Lastly, I loved the Bee Facts™ that Weyland sprinkled throughout the story. They’re funny as well as educational, and as each is generally 1-2 sentences long they don’t distract from the story itself. Overall, I’d definitely recommend Bees and Honey: A Swamp Monster Love Story. It was a great way to spend an evening and I enjoyed Honey and Heather wholeheartedly. They had a bee-utiful romance and I’m very excited to read more of Weyland’s work!

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#monster lover #monster romance #terato #swamp monster #book lover #monster smut #bookblr #book recommendations #human x monster

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Hello! 💚 21+, she/her, looking to write fandomless, dark dove content!

This block of text was/is originally an ad for roleplay, and I figured I should just toss it here, as well! My kinks are anything and everything, so. I’m willing to put whatever into these!!

I want to do fandomless MxF RP with me in the part of the female character for all of these plots. I am not looking to double. I can play any role, but I am looking to either play submissive or switch. Bonus points if you contact me with a specific faceclaim in mind for me. (I am suffering from some intense burnout, so having a partner who likes to make decisions would be great!)

I am literate and detailed, but I’m looking to write a little less because of aforementioned burn-out. I can only reply when I have time, so if you need someone who is rapid-fire, I’m not your gal! I only write on Discord, and you can either like this post, DM me, or just directly add me at: aven.writes — let me know what plot(s) you are interested in when contacting!

1) Strangers — TW: potential noncon/und*rag* | My girl is driving when she sees your character hitchhiking. Even though they only have limited time together, they decide to use each other for some relief. I was thinking she could either live that van life so they use that, or she gives your character a handjob — whether he forces it on her or not is up to what you want and how we want to plot. If he’s a gentleman and offers to drive, maybe she teases him until eventually giving him roadhead. Things like that!

2) Siblings — TW: incest/und*rag* | They can be full siblings or step — whichever you prefer! If I play the younger sister, I want it to be that her older brother came home from college to help house-sit and spend time with her as their parents are on vacation or a business trip. She’s be younger and hormonal, and this could lead to him taking advantage of that fact, or maybe she’s more bold and wanting to actively try and seduce her brother because she wants that relief. If I play an older sister, I want her to be very full-on with her younger brother. He’d just be reaching that age and interested, and she’s a relentless tease who is gonna push him until he breaks.

3) Babysitter — TW: und*rag* | Kinda like the one above, but without the incest parts. My girl has been hired as a babysitter to your younger male character. While it’s mainly just to make sure he’s getting food and doing his homework as his parents are gone for the week, she notices he has another problem she can solve. I can play her as more innocent or more forward, but was looking to write her as the instigator.

4) Milk — TW: possible und*rag* | My character is a brand-new single mom who overproduces a lot of milk. It’s really painful for her, and she’s tried to find other ways to take care of it. In this, she hires your character as a babysitter for a few hours so she can tend to the house/job/other chores (so she’ll still be at home with the baby, but just be able to concentrate on those things more), and somehow, whether your character is younger and out of curiosity asks, or if you want to play an older male who notices she’s struggling, they discuss her problem. She is very doting and motherly, and she would love to jump at the chance to let a man or boy cuddle up to her for comfort and drink directly from her breasts. And, if he gets excited…she’s fine with someone putting another baby in her. 💚

4) Fantasy — TW: noncon/potential und*rag*/monsterfucking/beastiality | I want to play as either a princess or a warrior who has been captured and is locked in a stockade in an opposing kingdom/monster den where she is used solely for the purpose of men/monsters/beasts fucking her over and over until she breaks. She’s just a fucktoy for them, and will be treated as such. I’d need a partner who is cool with playing a revolving door of characters to break her down until she becomes a breeding toy. This one is super dark and I want it to be pretty unrealistic, if at all possible! We can discuss further in DMs. I can be swayed into either sci-fi or apocalyptic, if those are preferred.

6) Anon — TW: potential noncon/potential und*rag* | Our characters somehow meet and have anonymous sex. Whether it’s willing and it’s a gloryhole or meeting up somewhere unconventional, or something more messed up. Either my girl is in a compromised position (being stuck in something is great!!), or public transport, or anything else. Just the idea of sex in public is kind of the thing I’m most interested in for this one!

Thank you for reading, and I look forward to hearing from you!!

#proship #proship rp #proshippers please interact #proshipper safe #proship roleplay #roleplay #discord roleplay #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #dead dove RP #dead dove roleplay

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isthedogawolfdog · 2 years

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Hello! Wolf/wolfdog enthusiast here! I was wondering if you had any books about wolves/wolfdogs that you really recomend? I saw your post about your, jsjs, bank account crying, so i figured you would be a good person to ask! Thank you!

Books on Wolves Masterpost

Hey hey! First off, I don’t have nearly as much books on wolfdogs as I do on wolves, that being said I am saving up for Living with Wolfdogs : An Everyday Guide to a Lifetime Companionship by Nicole Wilde and The Ultimate Guide to Wild Canines, Primitive Dogs, and Pariah Dogs: An Owner's Guide Book for Wolfdogs, Coydogs, and Other Hereditarily Wild Dog Breeds by Marjorie Daley, just to see if they have any helpful info (though I’m a bit skeptical on the whole owning of the animals, but I’m interested to see what it has in store). If anyone has any recommendations on wolfdog books I’d love to hear it!

So this was originally just going to be a quick recommendation post, but I’ve wanted an excuse to talk about the helpful books I’ve read for a while now. So in that case, welcome to a masterpost of wolf books!

1. The Rise of Wolf 8 & The Reign of Wolf 21 (and basically everything by Rick McIntyre)

These books involve real life observations of the life of two wolves (21m and 8m) and their packs. Rick McIntyre has an overwhelming amount of experience of working for the National Park Service in Yellowstone, and has included his findings of wolf behavior, never seen before interactions (he watched the first documented moment of an outside wolf joining a pack as a breeding male, which he includes in the book about wolf 21), etc. The books follow the lives of these amazing animals until they pass and are treasure troves of information that I highly recommend to any wolf lover!

Rick has also written The Redemption of Wolf 302 and a soon to be book on 06! Maybe we’ll get a book on Spitfire in the future?

2. War Against the Wolf: Americas Campaign to Exterminate the Wolf by Rick McIntyre

This book “Offers historical documents and modern articles documenting the evolution of attitudes toward wolves in America from 1630 to 1995, tracing the shift from policies of eradication to protection and re-establishment”. It really does give valuable insight to what wolves have faced over the centuries, but do be warned, wolves have dealt with incredibly gruesome deaths due to humans and if you’re sensitive to this topic you may want to skip this one.

3. A Society of Wolves by (you guessed it) Rick McIntyre

“This revised edition includes a new chapter with text and exclusive photos capturing the first year of the reintroduced Yellowstone National Park wolves. In addition, readers learn about the current wolf recolonization in Glacier National Park, the red wolf reintroduction programs in Great Smoky Mountains National Park and in the Southeast, and hoped-for wolf restoration in the Northeast and Southwest.” I personally found quite a bit of information I didn’t know while reading this book. What is it you say? Well I guess you’ll just have to read it!

4. American Wolf by Nate Blakeslee

Okay, get ready to sob when reading this book. Blakeslee tells the story of the famous wolf 06; her life, and death, is shared in this book in detail that will most likely leave you in tears. The author even got to meet with Steve Turnbull, the alias the man who killed 06 uses, and talked with him about 06 and his opinions on wolves themselves. It’s a heart wrenching yet beautiful book that I highly recommend.

5. Decade of the Wolf: Revised and Updated by Douglas W. Smith and Gary Ferguson

This book follows the lives (and deaths) of thirty one gray wolves imported from Canada into Yellowstone in 1995 and 1996. Smith, the leader of the project, and Ferguson tell of the trials and tribulations these animals faced, and if I’m not mistaken they even include the political side of it and how wolves got to the place they are now. 10/10 highly recommend!

6. Wolves on the Hunt by L. David Mech and Douglas W. Smith

The holy grail of hunting books, Smith and Mech have accumulated hundreds of accounts of wolves hunting their prey. This ranges from elk and moose to bighorn and deer, as well as miscellaneous prey like hares or rabbits and more! Although most of wolf hunts end in failure (around 90% to be exact!), this book shows how wolves will last hours to days waiting for a good opening to take down their prey. I absolutely adore this book and it is very, very helpful when studying wolf hunting behavior.

7. Have I mentioned Dave Mech?

L. David Mech is one of the top wolf biologists in the field and has an immense amount of experience working with wolves. Basically any book by him I’d recommend. However, there is one book that you should avoid due to the misinformation on alphas. This is one of his older books, and he himself has asked the publisher to stop printing it, but they won’t listen. I can’t remember the name as of now, but when I do I’ll edit this post to give you a heads up!

Alright, there is a LOT more I could recommend, but I don’t want to make this post too long (maybe there’ll be a part two when I get more books in?) and my internet is being weird and I really don’t want all this to get discarded by accident. So! I hope you all enjoyed this and if there’s any books you guys have read that you think are pretty cool, do tell!

#wolves #wolf #yellowstone wolves #ask #wolfdogs #books #masterlist #masterpost

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Your love bites scar. or Sharing blood. for Bashter?

12. Your love bites scar.

Great white sharks take 2-3 decades to reach sexual maturity - it could well be that most of the big sharks we’re seeing today are the equivalent of young adults by our standards. Males bite the females during breeding, leaving a host of scars on her (but sharks explore the world with their mouths so idk, might be erotic to them).

13. Sharing blood.

Vampire bats are super social! They’ll bring blood back to their relatives who were too weak to go out slurping. They also bitch and argue a lot. Something fascinating and poetic, about sharing blood from others with those that share your blood on the inside. Same blood in the veins, same blood in the guts.

(Anon I see what you’re putting down and BY GOD AM I PICKING IT UP)

Beau’s pretty damn comfortable in her skin, thank you very much.

Does she get stares, sometimes? Yeah. Can’t be sure they’re directed at the scars until she reads the words on their lips.

She’d like to think it’s envy, even if she knows otherwise - because those slim lines and jagged edges are her history and proof her story keeps going. Open book, not closed - not yet.

I mean. No one would call Beauregard Lionett an open book. But you get where she’s going with this, yeah?

She’s lying. Two people would call her an open book.

“I��m back!” Beau calls into the dark. The warm day is quickly a distant memory as she kicks off her shoes, hangs up her expositor jacket. Takes a moment to listen before slipping on her goggles. “Jester, I swear to all the fuckin’ gods if you try to spook me again-”

Good call - she’s right there, in the shadows of the closet. In the darkvision offered by the goggles, her eyes flash a white too holy for a creature of the night.

“Awww, Beau,” she whines, abandoning her hiding spot to sling herself over Beau’s back. “You wouldn’t-”

“You know I’d punch you if you pulled that shit again,” the monk interrupts. Waddling through the entryway with a tiefling dramatically draped over her is certainly a testament to her training. “I don’t want to punch you!”

She goes very, very still when lips tease her shoulder. And then a kiss of fangs. “Yasha would heal me.” Sing-song.

“I would. Hi, Beau.” Speak of the devil - poking her head out of their kitchen. Thin, precise beams of light land on the potted plants Yasha so loves that Beau has to tend to for her. Because, you know. Vampires and light and a really shitty time. So she’s on perpetual watering and pruning duty.

“Hi babe.” Waddle waddle waddle as Jester giggles in delight - Yasha is so, so kind, to smile and roll her eyes and pad over for a kiss. Peck Jester’s nose, too, before Jester steals a smooch from Beau, too.

Man, she could die happy, like this.

(And, better yet, it likely wouldn’t be forever, if these two had anything to say about it.)

(She does like being a human with two vampire girlfriends, though. It has its perks.)

Yasha’s hand leaves her cheek to trail over her shoulder with a curious hum. “Are - ah. Healing alright?”

“Wonderfully,” Beau promises, rolling her shoulder both to show off the range of motion and dislodge Jester.

She can imagine the scars - young, only a week or so old - gleaming in the light. If there was any. Fresh taut tissue, a delightful change in texture, the ever-present worry each new one might stiffen her, the pride when it never does. Proud of her body, proud of Jester’s work, proud of Yasha’s healing.

“Do you think we could do the rest of it tonight? Like - the eye, maybe the detailing?”

Yasha hums, two-toned gaze flitting up to Jester’s, where her chin is notched into the curve of Beau’s neck. Cheeky, likely enjoying the drum of her pulse.

Jester’s fangs skimming the shell of her ear is answer enough.

“Oh, Beau - I think we could touch it up for dessert.”

Three sharp smiles in the dark.

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)

#prompt #fic prompt #birthday prompt game #bashter #beauregard lionett #cr beauregard #jester lavorre #cr jester #cr yasha #yasha nydoorin #scarification #vampire au #when ur tattooist gf is also a vampire she she does some sexy scarification on u and ur other gf heals it and they both drink ur blood

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Okay I'm sure you've answered this a million times but I can't for the love of me find an ask, where did you get a standard poodle??? What was the process?? How????

loool i actually haven’t answered this but honestly i was incredibly lucky 😭 i just started looking at standard poodle groups on facebook to find breeders because i have zero irl dog world connections then when i kinda had a list of responsible breeders who definitely do all necessary breed health tests & like hip/eye/elbow checks i still couldn’t decide so i asked the only other uk spoo account on here (that i know of) and they very kindly recommended topan’s breeder so i joined her group & saw she had a parti litter planned in the next few months and i mean of all poodle colours i am definitely partial to a parti :’) so i messaged her to ask a few questions about like health testing, how many litters her dogs have per year & in their lifetime, what they do with their dogs after they’ve finished producing puppies etc. i also spent a few days stalking the group & looking at posts from people who have pups from her & i was happy with what i saw so i asked to be put on the waitlist for a pup but i wasn’t rly hopeful for that particular litter because i know people can sometimes wait years for the right pup BUT then 11 pups arrived & she messaged me the day after saying she had males available if i was still interested & the rest is history 🥰 i think the only reason i was able to get topan was because i wasn’t picky about having a boy or a girl and for some reason it seems that EVERYONE wants girls 🤷‍♀️ so i’d like to thank topans mum Clementine for having 9 boys & only 2 girls

#that’s kind of it really?#basically i just lucked out at every turn 🥲#sorry this probably isn’t very helpful lmaoo ill be sending good standard poodle vibes to you #ask #anon #but now i have a poodle of my own poodle people just add me on facebook #so i definitely know a lot more breeders i like the look of

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Wolvden - Secondary Pack Leadership Vote and Pack Shuffling Planning

Last week I worried about the next-generation vote for a leader, because I’m pretty set on using the system I have been keeping score for this generation.

But I do have another leader vote coming up - in the sub-pack. Beach will die of natural causes any day now, and I’ll need to decide her successor somehow. Doing so using the new system would be a great real-world test!

Secondary Pack Leadership

In fact, since it’s weekend (started drafting this during the week, but did. not have the time), I should actually pre-roll just in case Beach doesn’t last until next weekend.

This I am doing with the Primary system I built a couple of weeks ago - putting the names of only the members of the sub-pack in the list to vote. I have already pulled the options based on the new criteria - highest-stat and best-looking of each of the four Parties. Let’s see how things go.

The results:

If Beach goes this week, she’ll be succeeded by her son Filip, who already has a mate, actually, so he’s a great option! He was the candidate of Challenging Party Looks.

Leading a sub-pack doesn’t mean too much (yet?) - all it does is guarantee that that breeding pair is the main one and gets priority. But it will mean one more thing starting next generation.

Pack Shuffling

Every time one of the packs loses its leader, the entire pack as a whole will have a moving vote. It’s exactly the same as a leadership vote, but it’s between the leader of the sub-pack and leader of the main pack.

Sub-packs, once there is more than one, will only have the choice to move between the main pack and itself. Whichever lost a leader will be the one going against the main pack, and thus only those two sections of the overall pack have the chance to move.

But there is only one sub-pack right now, so it’s just everybody getting to choose whether they change packs.

This is done, as I said, using the leadership vote. Any wolf who it mentions “likes and votes for” the other pack’s leader would move. They agree more with the other leader’s politics, so they join the other pack.

This may have the side effect of changing who is eligible for leadership in the sub-pack next round, by adding wolves of higher rank than were originally in the sub-pack during the leader vote. While that will happen, they won’t be eligible for leadership until the current leader passes.

Breeding Male Replacement?

Not directly related, but my breeding male is getting up there in age, too. The current one is a relic from my previous generation’s system, where I had had a “non-canon” pack act Lioden-style to get higher-stat wolves to be mates with the leader. A sort of trickle up system, as markings had to filter through several generations of wolves until their stats were high enough to reach the leader’s mate tier.

I don’t really know what I want to do with the Breeding Male slot now. I initially thought I would want to make the leader or the leader’s mate (depending on their gender) the breeding male, but I’m less sure of that, now. I haven’t had a problem with breeding slots. And I’ve been doing extra breedings with the breeding male+someone random whenever the snake mandates I breed someone on a day no breedings are scheduled. (Which has led to me breeding him with one of his daughters, oops.)

I don’t think it should be a voted-for position, but it does have an immunity-to-RNG-death effect, much like main Leader.

Leaning towards it just being the non-royal male with the highest stat potential (so highest birth stats). That’s one I’d probably prioritize pairing up with someone anyway.

Conclusion

So yeah. That’s this week’s work so far.

That and adding Personality to the wolfchart and leader voting mechanics. Personality either counts for 1 or 2 tiebreaker points, depending on if they are an exact match or just would get along while Socializing.

A different wolf is Vivian’s biggest challenger, and in my testing completely blows Vivian out of the water in the polls. Both of them have only one opinion (and it’s in a category that has a lot of options), both are girls, and both are Stoic, so 90% of the pack is voting based on whether they’re trans (for Vivian) or not (for Kamalani). Which isn’t great. Because trans is a minority.

Anyway, for making it to the end (or at least opening the post), here’s Hallel, a royal wolf I decorated in the last week:

#wolvden #before's wolvden democracy calculator

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Welcome home, Nyarlathotep! 🐠🤍🩷❤️ It's a bit too soon for me to get a new fish, but today was my only opportunity to visit a local pet store in the next town over, and I can't have this tank empty bc it's just causing me more pain to constantly see it with no one home. So, I got a new betta - he's a dragon scale plakat. He looked super fiesty in the store, and different enough from Shub that it won't hurt me to look at him. He acts super wild and doesn't come when I call him to eat (unlike Shub, who immediately ate from my hand when I brought her home), but that's okay. It's a new environment, and he doesn't have to be tame or act like my first fish. 🦐 I also saw these white shrimp pellet food blocks, so I figured I'd see if my 3 shrimp will even care (bc they don't like the sinking wafers) and they immediately came to pick at it and are stuffing their faces full! I'm so glad. 🥡 I also bought some more valisneria bc I know Shub liked them, and they're filling up my tank nicely, I just hope these ones last longer than the first time I bought them. (My substrate isn't too deep, so it's okay if they die off, I just want them to last longer). And I got some Java moss for the first time and added clumps to both tanks. The shrimp seem happy with it! So hopefully my shrimp will breed, otherwise I'll have to get more next time I'm in a different town where they sell the orange ones. (I think I have 1 male and 2 females, but it could be 3 females and one is just a runt or something.) I know I saw one of them had eggs, but I think she ate them. 🤔 Shrimp just be like that, ig. 🍤 I'm really hoping there isn't a fault in my care, and that Nyarlathotep can live longer than Shub did. RIP. I've tested the water and done a water change, and everything looks okay "on paper." I'll make sure to dunk the catappa leaves into boiled water before I add them next time, too, just in case there was something wrong with my package (but again, my shrimp weren't affected by the leaf, so I don't think it was the leaves that hurt Shub.) 🙏 #aquarium #aquariums #fishtank #bettasplendens #neocaridina #cherryshrimp #pets #nyarlathotep #shrimptank https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp529kMyvJI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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@solaredarisen

((Saw your tags on my funnel web alert post and figured I’d @ you with some more into for your friend.

Relating to the funnel webs specifically:

It’s been asked that if anyone spots one of these spiders to call someone to collect it because places like the Australian Reptile Park are after this species to milk them for their venom in order to create antivenom. Specifically they’re after the males but I’d advice just calling someone for any funnel web you come across in your home rather than trying to determine yourself whether it’s a guy or a babe spider.

Not funnel web related but still spider related:

Other spider species are going to be out and about more because it’s favourable conditions for them. I personally have seen increased numbers of wolf spiders in my garden and a handful of red headed mouse spiders on footpaths. The wolf spiders won’t bother you for the most part but can get defensive if it’s a female with her egg casing or babies on her back. The mouse spiders (mid - large black spider with a bright - dark red head and large fangs) on the other hand will ruin your day if you get bit and they tend to be a bit more aggro.

It’s also huntsman season and the conditions are VERY ideal for their breeding so they’re going ro be around in increased numbers and seemingly at increased size too.

These guys aren’t going to kill you but they are big and terrifying to anyone scared of spiders.

My advice for huntsman season is to check under the door handles of your vehicles BEFORE opening them, ESPECIALLY if the vehicle is kept outside overnight rather than in a garage. Also once you’ve opened the door check around the door frames of the vehicle and if you wanna really be sure under the Sun visors BEFORE YOU GET IN AND START DRIVING.

If you’re scared of spiders the last thing you want is to have one pop out and run across the inside of the windscreen while you’re going 110 down the freeway.

I’d also advise if you’re going to be out and about someplace there’s a lot of scrub and leaf litter to wear good thick boots as a precaution because it’s also snake season and I’ve already seen a red belly and 2 king browns (one of which was a good 2m long) just in the past 2 weeks. ))

#ooc

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So, here we go,

If you live in Colorado and care about animals you need to be aware of Proposition 16, which is being misnamed the Protect Animals from Unnecessary Suffering and Exploitation act. It's not an act, and it...well, let's take a look at it.

First of all, it would remove the "typical animal husbandry" exception from "sexual acts with an animal" and replace it with "For the welfare of the animal." The definition is any penetration of the vagina or anus with a body part or object.

This outlaws:

1. Artificial insemination. This would make it nearly impossible for small ranchers to breed, as many can't afford what it takes to keep a bull or boar. Rams and billies are a BIT easier.

2. Pregnancy tests on livestock. Large animals have to be pregnancy tested by using a transrectal ultrasound. You can't just put one on the belly because they're too big. This would make it impossible to give pregnant animals the care they need and impossible to detect twins in horses (of which the best outcome is at least one very stunted foal). The "welfare of the animal" exemption COULD keep you safe. Or it could not.

3. Taking an animal's temperature. No kidding. This would classify the use of a rectal thermometer as bestiality. Because whoever put this together doesn't have a clue about animals. Even by animal rights activist levels, this is ridiculous. You could get away with it if the animal was sick. But there would go the safest way to determine of a mare or cow was ovulating before you introduce them to the male. Btw, a non-receptive mare will do her best to kill a stallion and with hand or corral breeding, it's common for stallions to get hurt. We used to use cheap disposable stallions for this. We don't want to go back to that process.

4. Surgical castration. Yes, this animal rights sponsored initiative would ban the most humane form of castration of large animals. Do you want your next gelding to have been castrated using the much more traumatic banding method? That's the one where they tie a band around the testicles and wait for them to drop off. Smaller animals are castrated using a different method, but the method for surgical castration in livestock, because of their size, involves a small amount of penetration of the anus.

5. One method of spaying mares. When a mare is spayed, which is not a routine operation and is generally done either for medical or behavioral reason, an ovariectomy is done through either an incision or through the vagina. The last is the most common and safest way. It would be legal to spay a mare if she had a tumor or the like. It would not be legal to spay her if she was unridable when in heat.

So, that's all pretty...bad. And given a vet could be convicted of a sex offense, many vets will leave Colorado. Large animal vets would become almost impossible to find and small animal vets might also flee the state. There's also no exemption to any of these for teaching people how to do the procedure. Under this, I'd be some kind of horrible sex offender for having taught a prepubescent child how to take a horse's temperature. (The look on their faces when they find out where it goes...)

Then there's the second part. Clearly, what they intended to do with this was outlaw veal. Which I have mixed feelings about.

But what they actually have in there is a definition of the "natural lifespan" of livestock and a rule that they have to reach a quarter of that.

For cows, they have the natural lifespan defined at 20 years. I'm not a stockman, so I don't know if that's accurate, but it feels right.

Which means that ranchers in Colorado would have to raise cows until 5 years old.

The typical market age of a steer is 24 months.

Economically, unless they can drive cattle out of the state to be slaughtered (and btw, I am opposed to transporting live animals for slaughter any further than necessary), that puts ranchers out of business. They would no longer be able to export to Japan, which is a big market, because the Japanese won't take meat from cattle older than 30 months.

And believe me? You don't want a steak from a 5 year old cow. You even more don't want to pay more for a steak from a 5 year old cow. So, this thing is this entire mess of even more clueless than animal rights fanatics already are.

If you live in Colorado and somebody asks you to sign this thing, don't. If it ends up on the ballot next year, don't vote yes on it.

It would not protect animals.

It would destroy livelihoods and result in more cruelty. It would destroy not just the ranching industry in Colorado but the horse breeding industry as well. Even if you're a vegetarian, supporting something which would actually increase animal cruelty...

And people are dumb. They may fall for it.

But most people aren't as dumb as the animal rights activists who don't know where the thermometer goes.

#colorado #colorado pause act #animal welfare #colorado proposition 16

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Jealousy

Dom!Hawks drabble that my friends and I noodled around!

Art by RatedKiki - Age Verfied Twitter

[cw: semi-public sex, jealousy, AFAB, light mentions of breeding and pregnancy]

1042 words/4 min read

It’d been a few months since you and Hawks went public with your relationship. The Heroes had won the war and with his newfound time he was able to relax a little and toy around with a relationship.

But with him being a public figure, fan outcry was bound to happen. You had been called everything under the sun by jealous fans. But Hawks wasn’t without his fair share of male discourse.

Hawks snagged your phone after you scoff in frustration. He examines the wall of text on your Instagram from an account under, "Hawks.Aint.Shit"

"Babe, it's really nothing. I get hit on all the time, since we went public." you say, holding out your palm to collect your phone, "I'll just block him like the rest."

Hawks scoffed, "I don't know, he's pretty descriptive, Dove."

He scrolls up, reading previous attempts and his feathers fluff in agitation. His eyes pinned when he read across, 'he's probably small, can't even fuck a girl like you right. Why don't you let daddy come make you feel real good.'

Hawks' brows furrow and he sits up from your side, placing his arm around your shoulder and leans into you.

"Please give me my phone back." You ask, reaching for it, but Hawks extends his arm, reading on.

"Let me deal with it." Hawks growls.

"Babe, no! Really, let me just block them."

Hawks darts a feather that collects your phone from his hand and turns back to you. He cupped your face in his hand and forcefully planted a kiss on your lips.

"I'll show both of you then." He growled into your bottom lip before nipping it.

You let out a soft moan as he trails his hand between your legs, rubbing over the zipper of your jeans. He made quick work of the clothing on both of you, discarding them over the living room and dove onto your clit.

He sucked with rigor, sliding his digits into you impatiently. With his free hand, he rubbed himself, his knuckles beating against the back of your thigh.

You were too caught up in the feelings to notice that a feather drifted its way to the table and collected your phone, bringing it into Hawks' pre-covered palm.

"Sing just the way I like, baby." he coos, pressing his cockhead down with his thumb, angling his phone camera down.

As he sheathed himself into you, you let out a deep, guttural moan.

"Yeah, just like that, baby." He encouraged, bringing one foot down from the side of the couch, the other tucked tightly between your hip and back cushions.

He pulls his length from you, slowly, the camera catching the glistening slick on his shaft. He pulls your hips up, curving your lower back as he glides himself inside again, rubbing it’s head over the plush nerves that sent shivers up your spine.

"Atta girl." He coos in your ecstasy, "you like that, huh? That's your favorite spot?"

He thrusts into you at a quick pace, turning his head to the floor length mirror on the other side of the room.

"No one can fuck you like I can, right, Dove?" He asks, holding the camera up to show himself, balls deep with each thrust and you gripping at the pillow behind your head.

You moan a no as he sped up, brushing his head over your spongey pocket.

"Hawks..." you stumble over the word.

"ah, ah, say my name." He coaxes, never breaking the camera angle from the mirror.

You gave him large eyes that rolled back as he rubbed your clit. He never uses his name, even after the war, he almost exclusively goes by Hawks.

"Say it. Who fucks you right without even using their quirk, hm?" He thrusts to each word.

"You...you Keigo!" You moan his name like honey as he pinches your clit.

"That's right, baby." He stares into the lens in the mirror, "and this is the best these creeps are gonna get right?"

"Mhmph..." You moan as your orgasm grows closer.

"Yeah, you're in her DMs and I'm fucking her raw. We're not the same." He says before ending the video and pressing send. He tossed the phone back on the table as he leaned over you, sloppily kissing your lips. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, and huffed as you gasped at his last thrust. He let his cock throb inside your walls, pumping his hips lightly.

“Fuck, I don’t care what I have to do to get these guys to stop messaging you.” He trailed kisses down your neck to your ear, “maybe a viral leaked sex video will do.”

Your body quaked at the thought of people watching you getting fucked on your couch by the Number 2 Pro Hero. But you’d be lying if it didn’t excite you.

You moan against his shoulder as he pulls his hips back and continues to explore your cunt. Hawks huffed into your shoulder before getting frustrated and sitting up.

“Or I could get you pregnant, cum so deep that the baby looks just like me?” He chuckled thrusting harshly into you.

A wave of electricity came over you as he pulled your hips up again, and vigorously rubbed your clit, “Oooo, you like that?”

He teased as he thrusted with every word, “Like the thought of carrying a baby just like me? Huh?”

You clench on his cock as your orgasm takes over. He continued to rub your puffy clit causing your legs to shake in stimulation, “Honestly, I’d want them to look like you. Either way, our child, oh fuck, is gonna be one fine baby.”

Hawks quickly pumped his head into you a few times before inserting his entire length in again and finishing inside you. He let himself cock warm as he laid over you, flopping his wings one over the back of the couch and the other to the floor.

He cradled his face on your collarbone and ran fingers through your hair and hummed.

Your phone buzzed and his quickly followed with an onslaught of chimes. He sent feathers to collect them and the notifications clearly explained the video had made its way to the gossip news.

“Pro Hero Hawks Porn Leak!”

#hawks #Hawks fanfic #dom hawks #hawks smut #hawksxreader #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x female reader #takami keigo #keigo x reader #keigo takami #mha takami keigo #keigo smut #keigo x you

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Your Favorite — Part 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: When Y/N comes home from college for the summer to meet her mom's new boyfriend, she finds herself in a rather tough spot when she can’t stop thinking about him— And it seems he feels the same... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, masturbation (female and male), minor exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, breeding kink (kinda? i think? 😅) Word Count: 7.3k (do you see now why I had to make it a miniseries? alsdjfdk)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: In this story, Spencer is dating Y/N’s mom while also having a sexual relationship with the reader herself. Because of that, there are obvious undertones of cheating, alongside some perv-y tendencies when it comes to a partner’s daughter. That being said, Spencer and Y/N’s relationship is consensual. However— If any of what I just forewarned is something that you think will make you uncomfortable while reading, please do not read! If there are any more disclaimers you think I may have missed, don’t hesitate to tell me! There is another post I made HERE with some disclaimers as well if you want to know more about what this story will entail.

NOTE: This intro is already too long, so I’ll just get this out of the way: you can find visual nsfw inspirations for this story over at @mercy-midnight, I’m working on a playlist for this story on my Spotify @/mercyburning, and I don’t know when part 2 and 3 will be out, but you can assume they’ll be here within the next few weeks.

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JUNE 5th

I hate my mom's new boyfriend.

For the past three months she'd been telling me about this new guy who's "The One" as if "The One" hasn't been like four other guys in the past two years.

And as much as I'd love for my mom to find someone to spend the rest of her life with, I don't believe she'd ever find Mr. Perfect at this rate. Unless she spent more than a few months with them at a time before dragging me home from college for a weekend to meet them, I really don't see it happening.

It just sucks. Because every time she does this, every time I return home, I see the glimmering hope in her eyes and the diminishing spark in his, and I know. I know it won't last, and her heart will be utterly broken within the span of a few months.

I always thought maybe she just had terrible taste in men.

But this time around, when I begrudgingly walk through the door of my childhood home for the summer and see my mother clinging to a man who returns that glimmer in her eyes, I know she's picked a good one.

And I hate him.

His name is Spencer Reid, and he's a retired FBI agent who teaches full time at local colleges now.

He greets me with a bona fide, radiant smile, unlike all the others before, and it sets my insides on fire. And when we sit down for dinner, he's polite (but not in a fake way,) and he seems genuinely curious about my studies and my personality and my relationship with my mother. And when dinner is finished he offers to clean up while Mom and I settle in the living room.

I see the way he looks at me as I leave, a gentle, closed-mouth smile and eyes that linger a little too long on my exposed legs before averting, a glint of shame pooling within them, and it only spreads that fire in my belly.

Maybe I'd been imagining the whole thing, because deep down I wanted him to look at me the way he had... But it's hard to tell when my brain is mostly setting off sirens, blaring "THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS WRONG!" on a loop with blinding lights.

And they're even louder when my mom wraps her arm around me and lays her head atop mine. "Well, what do you think? He's great, huh?"

She's so lovesick, it hurts. It hurts even worse knowing that all I can think about is his big hands wrapped around my throat while he fucks me into the squeaky twin-sized mattress in my bedroom upstairs.

But I can't tell her that, obviously.

And so I decidedly hate him. And I have no choice but lie to her face, embracing her joy and hoping that I'll be able to survive this summer.

"Yeah, Mom. He's really great."

JUNE 19th

It's been two weeks and I can barely stand to be in the same house anymore.

I try to keep myself busy by going outside, to the beach or for long walks in the park; but it's too hot for my liking, and our town is so small that unless I want to spend my time in the grocery store or one of the three bars on Main Street...

I'm stuck either outside where it's hot and uncomfortable, or in the house where it's also hot and uncomfortable.

We have air conditioning, of course, but that's not the problem.

It's Spencer.

I thought by now my little crush on him would have gone, but the longer he hangs around the house, the stronger my feelings for him grow. They're not romantic—nor do I think they ever could be given the fact that if anything serious really were to ever happen between us, my mom would disown me for the rest of my life and murder Spencer with her bare hands—but that doesn't make it any easier on me.

Every day he just exists, right in front of me with that tug-able mop of hair, those warm honey eyes, and his hands that never stop moving. I swear, it's like every time he breathes, his hands are breathing too, challenging me to try and stop them.

But I refuse to touch him. Because I know the moment I do, all will be lost. I won't be able to control myself anymore. And if I don't drop to my knees and try sucking his dick at the dinner table, I'm sure I'll blurt out how I can't handle it anymore and that I need him, and either way I'd be royally fucked.

Right now he's in the dining room, teaching my mom how to do a disappearing card trick. She thinks it's utterly charming that he can do it at all, but mostly that he's patient and willing enough to teach her. And normally I'd agree, but I can barely look at them without wanting to waltz over, grab his wrist, and suck his fingers into my mouth.

It's truly pathetic.

So I try to focus on the television just a few feet away. It's one of those rare instances where I wish our house was bigger, because while I don't mind having less wall-space between rooms, I do mind not being able to watch TV without the kitchen table in my periphery at a time like this. And I think about going up to my bedroom instead for a moment, but I'd have to go past the kitchen, and I just know Mom is going to ask if I'd want Spencer to teach me his magic trick.

And I most definitely do not want that.

In another life, maybe, where he isn't a hot professor and rather an average-looking dude who's way too into fantasy football... But not in this lifetime.

So there I sit, concentrating so hard on Family Feud that my face hurts.

When I hear a flutter of cards and joyous giggling from the other room, it's more than my face that hurts.

It's also my chest, churning and tensing at the hands of the green devil.

Fuck!

I barely even know this man... I haven't really talked to him because I'm afraid that if I try to hold a conversation I'll snap. He's literally just some hot older guy who's dating my mom, and still, my whole body twists and aches with envy when they do anything together, and it fucking sucks. Not only because of the jealousy, but it's also the fact that my mom deserves to be happy.

This time it's different. This time, she's really found someone who returns her every loving gaze, who makes her laugh, who's kind and genuine and not a total douche. She's happier than I've seen her in years.

And the one time she finally finds "The One", every waking second of my life is spent longing for him fuck me.

But it's only been two weeks.

And it's also been nearly two years since I got laid, so maybe that's just my issue...

I figure it can't hurt, so in a spur of the moment decision, I turn the TV off and sprint towards the stairs, right past Mom and Spencer before they can ask questions.

———

I hardly even register the dimness of the light inside the house by the time I glide up the steps, fumbling with the key and trying to make my entrance as quiet as possible. Though, because I'm so used to the dark by this point, the light—no matter how dim—nearly blinds me. The door shuts louder than I'd have liked, and I cringe inwardly, pausing as if that will keep anyone from seeing or hearing me. Not like it'll matter, considering Mom and Spencer are the only ones that are staying here and they'd also been the only ones aware of my plans for the evening.

Well, somewhat, anyway. I told them an old friend invited me out and I probably wouldn't be home until late.

Regardless, that instinct of trying not to get caught coming in late at night is stronger than common sense. Throw a little cheap beer and some shots into the mix, and it almost feels like I'm a teenager again.

The only thing different now is that I have a pool of some stranger's cum soaking my underwear and a man in front of me who stands like an angel. An exhausted, almost scruffy-looking angel more like, but my point still stands.

"You're up late," Spencer observes. It's a simple enough statement— not really judge-y, but I can tell that regardless of his knowledge of my coming home late, he seems shocked to see me coming through the front door right now.

And it's hard to look away from him. Just like it has been for the past two weeks. Still, I try, just barely avoiding his eyes as I cross my arms and fight the urge to clench my legs together. "I'm a whore. What's your excuse?"

Maybe not the best thing to say. But like I said, common sense? Gone.

"O—oh... Umm..." Spencer stumbles through his words, obviously stunned by my response, and the look in his eyes kind of makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. Still, I stand my ground and wait for him to continue.

He settles on a short, "I can't sleep," and then there's nothing else.

"Ah," I express. One syllable. I don't draw it out, I don't exaggerate it... This is the first real conversation I've had alone with him, and I've made it extremely awkward, so I sigh and take a few steps forward, trying to walk past him. "Okay. Goodnight."

I only make it a few steps before he stops me, his hand reaching out to tap my shoulder. "Wait—"

The touch makes me jump, and he pulls it away immediately as I turn to face him. My heart is racing at the speed of light, my panties are soaked through, and if I'm not careful that whole 'no common sense' thing is going to bite me so hard in the ass I won't have one left.

"Can I talk to you?" His voice is barely audible, and the gentle rasp it has to it seems to make me even more wet.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

"Look, I um... Your mom has been totally transparent with me about her relationships, so I know that she's been through a lot of them in a short amount of time... And I know that must be a little difficult for you. Especially now that I'm here... And you've been... distant. And I know that I don't know you that well, so forgive me if I'm assuming anything, but I just want you to know that I don't have any intention of making things difficult for you and your mother."

Too late, pal, I think bitterly, the gentle authority in his tone setting my insides alight. I'm positive that voice could get me to do so many things...

That's the alcohol and sex talking, Y/N, just shake it and move on...

He starts again, but I cut him off with a short wave of my hand. "Look, I... I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I had a really long night, and I'm exhausted. I just wanna shower and go to bed."

I expect more resistance, but Spencer only nods. I still can't bring myself to look him in the eye, though this time I catch his hands clenching at the bottom hem of his shirt. "I understand. Sleep well."

Without another word I turn on my heel and walk a little faster towards the stairs, and I'm about to take my first step when I realize he's followed me. His voice calls out my name softly from a few feet behind, and it stops me in my tracks regardless of my desire to get out of there as fast as I can. And then I turn around and finally look directly at his face.

Big mistake.

His eyes are on my legs again, trailing slowly upwards until he reaches my face. The light over here is dimmer, barely noticeable at all, though I swear I can see red forming on his cheeks.

"I like your dress," he says softly. It's almost meek, like he'd been afraid to say it but took a chance anyway.

It's such a random, small compliment, but with the alcohol and endorphins flowing through my body after the night I'd just had, it nearly makes me quiver.

It also makes me incredibly stupid.

An amused, almost sensual grin forms on my face as I make eye contact with him, and I feel myself throb at the way I can just barely see his throat move. He looks like a deer in headlights, afraid to make one sudden move.

"Turning to flattery to try and win me over, are we?" I say slowly.

I almost think he'll stumble over his words once more, but again he surprises me with a full answer. It's only three words but it's clear, and his voice is deep, and I want to fucking jump his bones right then and there.

"Is it working?"

This has to be the alcohol making me imagine things... I swear I didn't even drink that much tonight, but it has to be an obvious lapse in judgement. The drinking mixed with the sex mixed with the dirty thoughts I've been having about this man lately have to be what's making this feel real. It's all culminating into this one big fantasy (or delusion, more like), and all I need is to shower and sleep it off.

That has to be it.

So because there's no other reasonable explanation that my brain can conjure up, I take a chance and throw Spencer a wink before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

And it's that same seemingly undeniable reasoning for this illusion that doesn't keep my hands from wandering in the shower. Even though those warning sirens in my brain keep blaring, telling me that the common sense is still there for me to utilize, they're drowned out by my thrumming heartbeat and the repetition of Spencer's soothing, authoritative voice, guiding my movements.

Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby... Just like that, nice and slow...

Warm water cascades down the front of my body as I lean back into the wall of the shower, but that's not why I'm so warm. This heat radiates through my insides, spreading like wildfire and bringing out small whimpers and mewls that I know I'll have to contain in fear of waking my mom from her bedroom right next door.

But then the thought of her hearing me next door as I cry out her boyfriend's name only excites me more. I keep it quiet still, but just knowing that someone else is in the house while I'm having these thoughts right now (one of them being the object of said thoughts) is what finally brings me over the edge.

I finish my shower on weak legs, definitely overstimulated now, but also feeling even more tired. I know that the moment I lay down on my bed, I'll be pulled into the sweet, soft surrender of a deep sleep.

Nothing else has ever sounded so pleasant.

———

When I woke up that morning after, I was feeling surprisingly calm. Realistically I knew that my whole 'this has to be an illusion' montage had been less truth and more inebriated babble, and the longer I sat on it the more I thought it'd all turned out for the better.

Turns out, tipsily masturbating in the shower to thoughts of your mom's hot new boyfriend was a surefire way to get it out of your system, right?

Wrong.

It really had been okay at first. I thought about Spencer almost immediately, and yeah, he was still hot as fuck—But there wasn't this overwhelming desire within me to jump his bones when I saw him that morning, his hair messy and his hands clutching a cup of coffee while Mom made breakfast behind him.

But that good feeling I had about all of this? It lasts only about a split second.

Because the moment he looks up and sees me, the mug falls out of his hand and shatters to pieces. His eyes stay glued to me, even as my mother darts over to pick up the pieces of the ceramic that are scattered about the table and the floor. And when she turns back to grab a paper towel, he still stares at me, once again at my legs.

It takes me all of four seconds afterwards to remember that not only did I talk to him briefly last night, but I also flirted with him after he complimented me.

That whole part seemed to have slipped my mind when waking up, and now that his gaze is bringing me back to that moment, that 'this has to be an illusion' montage is starting to become larger than I'd remembered.

It isn't until he finally snaps out of it and starts to help my mom clean up the mess that I snap out of it, too, going back upstairs to clear my head and cool the heat radiating over my skin.

———

There's a knock at my bedroom door about an hour later, and it sounds different than my mom's usually quick two-knock succession. That means it's someone else, and unsurprisingly, my stomach tightens at the thought of seeing him again.

"Yeah?" I call out, turning in my desk chair and meeting Spencer's figure in the doorway. He's changed, a rather nice pair of slacks and a white button-up shirt clinging to his limbs.

"Can I come in?"

"Mhm," I say. I still don't know if I entirely trust myself to say anything more than a few words to him, and as he enters the room and sits on the foot of my bed, I wonder if he can tell.

He tries, really tries, to look me in the eye, but I know that it's hard. I've been in the same spot. And then he takes a deep breath before folding his hands in his lap.

"Y/N, I want to apologize... When we... talked last night... It was kind of weird, and then this morning wasn't really any better..." He can barely get out the words 'talk' and 'last night'... And then he avoids my gaze altogether, staring at the floor and trailing off, trying to put his thoughts together it seems.

And that's when it starts to click into place.

There's one thing that both last night and this morning have in common, and I've noticed it almost every time I've caught him staring at me. At my legs. It's happened almost daily since I've met him. And then, the night I come home clearly having just been fucked, waltzing past him, entertaining his fascination with my legs and then masturbating to thoughts of him in the shower, he finally starts dropping mugs.

He must also really feel something here. Something similar to my own feelings. And really, that should be a red flag, because he's my mom's boyfriend, and it's a goddamned fucking mess...

But fuck, it excites me.

I'm still wearing my pajama shorts, silky and lavender in color, and I use them to my advantage, slowly crossing one leg over the other and just barely gaining Spencer's attention back.

"Yeah, what was that, anyway?" I ask him, amusement dripping off my tongue.

I can tell from his reaction that he wasn't expecting me to ask. A few times he opens his mouth to speak and then closes it , stumbling before panicking. He's been pretty good so far at coming up with answers and explanations, so the fact that this time I finally seemed to have broken him down makes it all the more clear.

He must have heard me in the shower.

Right?

I'm almost completely positive that's what this is about. And there's one way for me to get the confirmation I'm looking for.

"So you heard me, huh?"

I try to keep my voice as plain as I can as not to give away my motives, and with my luck Spencer is so flustered that he probably wouldn't have even noticed it at all. He looks up at me, his eyes desperately trying to find something he can use to make up a lie, but in the end there's no use.

I've caught him. And he knows it.

"Yes," he whispers. He looks exhausted, guilty, and also a little like he wants to cross the barrier and kiss me.

Okay, maybe that part's just in my head. I really can't tell. But I do know that hearing me call his name out in the shower last night is what brought him to this point of severe distress. As much as that excites me, though, it also embarrasses me a little. Maybe if it hadn't happened we could have avoided further destruction.

It must read on my face, because Spencer perks a little. "Oh! Y/N, I'm not... I'm not mad or anything. I really didn't mean to overhear and invade your privacy... Really, I-I'm sorry."

The fact that he's apologizing to me right now, rather than acting all grossed out that I even did it in the first place, tells me he either feels guilty for not being able to help himself from hearing me, or he's just a good guy who loves my mom and doesn't want to ruin it because of a little mishap.

Either way, it's frustrating, because I don't know what to do.

Well, I know what I want to do, but I don't know if I should hint at it.

But then he does something. It's small, and no one would have noticed, but I've been fascinated with his hands since the moment I met him, so my eyes are instantly drawn there.

They're clenched so hard, his knuckles are nearly white.

He's nervous.

To ease his mind a bit, I hold off on poking the bear harder (though it's really tempting to see what will happen if I don't) and nod, trying to make myself look as apologetic and small as possible.

"It's okay... I... I won't make it awkward if you won't?"

His shoulders slump, and his body seems to relax. "Y–yeah. Yeah, deal."

He gets up off the bed and blurts one final apology before heading for the door, but that part of me that wants to poke the bear further makes me stand up and follow him.

"Spencer?" I call out.

He freezes and turns to face me, and I don't think he quite expected me to be as close as I am. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, and the angle gives me an added layer of this innocence I'm trying to achieve.

"I'm sorry, too..."

No the fuck I'm not.

Whether he can sense my lie or not, he doesn't show it. But I think he at least knows that I'm pitching my voice a little higher on purpose, and if that doesn't give it away, the way I'm staring at him sure should.

Still, he only nods and retreats.

All there's left to do is see what happens.

JUNE 25th

For someone who agreed not to make things awkward, Spencer sure can't keep his eyes off of me.

To be fair, I have tried to keep things fairly normal. I only really interacted with him if I had to, I kept my distance, and I saved my skimpier clothing for the strangers I was regularly going out to see almost every weekend.

My lustful feelings for him aren't as strong now that I've been getting some on a semi-regular basis and keeping myself occupied. I've been doing my part.

But I still can't shake him entirely.

Whenever he spends the night (which is surprisingly most nights), the occasional wet dream about him gets me frustrated when I know he's just down the hall and sleeping soundly next to my mom. On those days I try to cut as much interaction with him as I can, though it doesn't keep me from seeing the occasional stare he throws my way.

I wish I could say that I hate it.

But I don't, and it increasingly gets worse. It's only been a week, so there's still time, but honestly, I don't think there's any shaking him.

Today especially is one of those days where it's hard not to give into the incessant need to tease him and coax some stronger reaction out of him.

I talked to Mom earlier this morning about getting some new clothes, and she had this brilliant idea to have Spencer take me. "It would be a good chance for you two to bond a little, don't you think?" she insisted, nudging him in the side and silently pleading with her eyes for him to agree.

I could tell from the look on his face that he really wasn't ready to be alone with me again, but that only excited me.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," I piped up, positively beaming.

Mom was so excited for us to 'bond' and also that I was gladly inclined to go through with it that Spencer couldn't have said no to her even if he wanted to.

And I was pretty sure he didn't want to.

Yet here we are, sitting in the car, the air conditioning so strong it's blowing some of my hair into my eyes. I think it had been his way of punishing me for choosing today to wear a short skirt, something I usually refrain from nowadays unless I'm going out, and it makes me smile. I can't help it.

I also can't help the way my fingers play with my skirt, dying to tease him some more. I just want to see, to know for sure that I'm driving him mad.

"No offence, but you seem weird today... Is there something wrong?" I ask him, lifting my skirt just a smidge. The air from the car blows the fabric in waves.

"You're acting this way on purpose."

Well, I hadn't been expecting that answer... All this time he'd hardly been confrontative, and now he's full-on calling me out. It's plain to see that he's finally snapped, and I would have felt sorry about it if I didn't find it extremely sexy.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N..."

My name on his lips is a warning. He's clearly annoyed, exasperated, and I'm loving every second. "Don't act oblivious. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. I don't want to make you hate me or anything, but you have to know where I'm coming from. I was willing to let the shower thing slide... And you said you were too, for that matter, so I don't know what's changed, but it has to stop now. Understood?"

Oh, all I want is to argue with him. I want to point out that none of this is really my fault because he's the one who hasn't been able to stop staring at me all summer so far. I want to tell him that if he wants this to stop he has to make it stop.

But that isn't going to give me any of the answers I'm looking for or further proof of my theory that he wants me just as badly as I want him. And I am not going to fuck this whole situation up by making a poorly-timed move on him.

I have to know for sure.

So, I fold my hands neatly in my lap, sigh, and look dead ahead. "Right... We said no awkwardness. I'm sorry."

Spencer seems to accept my apology and continues down the road.

When we make it to the mall I think he's calmed down. At least, he seems a little more comfortable around me, and honestly I'm okay with it. As much as his spiel in the car turned me on, it also exhausted me to the point of silence.

Even as we walk around each store in the mall, I just lead and he follows, not saying a word when I pick out a top or a pair of pants or whatever else I need. And when it comes time to pay, he takes the basket from me and pays for it with no question.

Near five bags of clothes later, I figure I could get used to this new dynamic.

But then we pass a lingerie store, and I remember that the main thing I'd needed was new underwear. I start to turn into the store, but stop suddenly, pausing awkwardly and deciding to go straight ahead instead.

"You don't want to go in?" Spencer asks.

I shake my head. "No, it's fine. I can just pick some up later, it's not a big deal."

He sighs then, nodding his head towards the sign. "If you need to go in, you can... I'll just wait out here if you're uncomfortable."

I really want to call him out, ask him if he's the one who should be worried about being uncomfortable. But so far this afternoon has been pretty decent, and I really don't want to make things any weirder than they have to be.

Besides... If my theory is right...

"Sure. Thanks. Uh, how am I gonna pay, though?"

"O—Oh... I'll uh... I'll just watch the counter and come in when you need me."

"Orrrr, you could just give it to me?"

This time I get a laugh out of him. "Not a chance. Go in, I'll wait."

I smile at him and hand him the bags to hold onto while I leave, and it fills me with absolute amusement that he'd just given me one more ounce of proof that I'm right.

He's gonna have to come inside and pay for what I bought. He could have just given me the card, and maybe he truly doesn't trust me with it (which I don't know why he wouldn't honestly), but he chose to come inside all the same.

I browse happily then, going through the displays and picking out things I need, but also things I know Spencer will like.

Specifically, I stumble on a pair of lavender panties, embroidered with flowery trim up top. The pattern from the outside is lace, but there's a thin layer of cotton underneath designed to be more comfortable to wear.

I've noticed that he can never seem to look away when I'm wearing anything, really, but it's more intense when I wear one of two things. Florals, and any type of purple. And these fit both of those bills perfectly.

Now there's just one more bill to take care of.

I stride over to the counter and turn around, finding that Spencer's caught my eye immediately. Either he truly had been paying attention to the counter the whole time, or he'd been watching through the glass, following me with his gaze to the best of his abilities. Either way, he blinks a few times and looks like he's gathering the courage to go in before actually taking any steps.

I laugh to myself, eager to gauge his reaction to this next step.

Surprisingly, he holds up well. The air between me, him, and the cashier is obviously awkward, but he doesn't say anything and barely looks at what she rings up. (I say barely because he tries extremely hard not to look at the purple pair I picked out, inadvertently adding another checkmark to my list of proof.) She tells him the total, he hands her the card, and within a minute, everything is in our possession and we're leaving the mall entirely.

I don't think there are any more steps to my plan today once we get in the car and I tell him thank you. (To which he responds a short and simple, Sure thing, and turns the radio on.)

But then there's a note taped to the front door, and it instantly gives me another one.

My Sweethearts,

I got called in on a work emergency and won't be back until 7. I would have called but I figured you were having a nice time and didn't want to interrupt! I'll bring home dinner, and then maybe you can tell me about how your day went. Can't wait to hear it!

XOXO,

Eve/Mom

I check my phone, seeing that it's almost 3.

Perfect.

But I don't want to give myself away too quickly, so I thank Spencer again for taking me out and tell him that I'm going upstairs to make sure everything fits right. He nods and lets me go, though not without lingering eyes. I can feel it.

The smile never leaves my face as I try all my clothes on. Once each article has been fitted, I throw it in a laundry basket and move to the next, until I get to the last piece.

The lavender panties.

As expected, they fit perfectly, and as I look at myself in the mirror I picture what Spencer would look like when he sees me wearing them.

That's right. When.

I throw back on my earlier outfit and grab the basket, acting as bored and normal as possible to find him sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

"Hey," I greet him, setting the basket in front of me once I reach the bottom of the stairs. "Everything fits good, I just need them washed now. Could you run these down to the laundry room for me? I think I'm gonna make something to snack on before Mom brings dinner."

It doesn't surprise me to see him look at my legs before my face, even if it is brief. I want to smile, but I hold back, watching him nod with a tight smile of his own.

"Sure."

He disappears and then I wait.

One...

Two...

Three.

I sneak as quietly as I can to the laundry room once I hear the washer door open. I hadn't specifically asked him to put them in the washer for me on purpose, and it looks like now he's doing exactly what I thought he might.

My head peeks around the corner, barely in his range of sight as I watch him empty the basket. He takes one item of clothing at a time and throws it in the washer, and halfway through the basket he stops, just to place a pair of my new underwear on the dryer beside him.

My heart races faster the more I wait for him to get to the end of the basket. Once he does, he pauses again, and I think I know exactly what he's looking for.

Still, he sets the basket aside and picks up the stray pair of underwear, a simple black cotton pair that I'd been getting for years, and drapes it over his hands. My thighs instantly clench, and I try so hard to remain where I am so I can see where he takes this.

He takes it straight to hell, apparently, tentatively pulling his dick out of his pants and gripping it firmly. I can barely see since his back is partially turned, but I see enough, and god he's so fucking pretty. My underwear dangle from his left hand while the other works slowly over his erection, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

I fight to let one of my own slip as my hand sinks down the front of my body, past the lavender cotton and lace that I know he just wishes he had right now.

And then, a few seconds later he's already coming, using my brand new underwear to catch each rope of it, and the sight nearly has me on my knees.

And because I want to catch him in the act, I quickly draw my hand away from myself and step into the room, barely giving him time to recover.

"You come fast."

Spencer looks utterly devastated when he turns to see me standing in the entryway to the laundry room, arms crossed and an amused smirk adorning my face.

"Y/N... I—I... I'm so sorry, I didn't... I..."

"Don't worry about it," I say, taking a step towards him and shrugging. "You heard me, and now I heard you... We're even. Besides, I... figured you might be looking for these."

He's still stunned, but he looks down all the same, watching my hands slip under my skirt and glide the lavender panties down my legs. I step out of them and hold the garment up on one finger, a soft smile still on my face.

"I picked 'em out just for you, you know," I tell him, tossing them past his face and into the washer. "I've noticed that you like purple."

This time he's quick to respond. "Y/N, we... We can't... This isn't right."

"Says the man holding my underwear soaked in his cum..."

He looks panicked again, extremely guilty, but if this isn't going to end in a total disaster, then I have to reassure him that I'm okay.

"Spencer, I'm not mad..." I take another step forward, and it feels much like trying to approach a wounded animal. I can see in his eyes and in his posture that this conflict is killing him, so I decide to show some rapport. "And I know... I know this is messy... I love my mom... And I'm sure you care about her a lot... But are we really going to ignore this? We tried that, remember? And now look where we are."

"I..." He swallows, shaking his head and trying to avoid my eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you... I can't..."

My hand finds his arm, and the light touch has him sighing out, an incredulous, breathy laugh escaping him. "Y/N, please... Don't."

"Don't what?" I ask softly, praying he won't turn me away. If he does, we're just back to square one, only the square is jagged, sharper than ever before, and in serious danger of injuring someone.

When he meets my eyes, I see nothing but a desire for something he knows he can't have. "Don't want me."

Now it's my turn to laugh. My knees start to wobble as I go down, keeping my eyes locked onto his, and I swear I see them dilate fully. I scoot in closer, sliding my hand up his leg and finding the words in my heart to finally say out loud.

"It's too late for that..."

My face moves closer, and the hand of his that doesn't currently hold my underwear flies down to gently tug at my hair, keeping me in place.

"If you do this... God, Y/N, I won't be able to stop myself..."

A smirk dances over my lips as I lean in, breath fanning gently over his exposed skin. "Don't."

He swallows. "Don't what?"

"Don't stop yourself."

I barely get the words out before his hand is completely pulling me towards him, and the second my lips press against the silky skin of his hard cock, he loses it completely.

His fingers thread through my hair as I kiss and lick my way softly up to the tip. Once I'm there, I swirl my tongue out and taste the small beads of cum that had remained after he came, a low, satiated hum radiating through my body and making him shiver under my touch.

And then I wrap my lips fully around the head of his dick, and there's no stopping the most beautiful sound I've ever heard come out of his mouth. It's a broken, desperate whisper of my name. The crack in his voice when he says it spurs me forward, and I take him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

That's when he tosses my underwear in the washer and uses both of his hands to grab my head, roughly guiding me along his cock and fully taking control of my actions.

The fire in my belly doesn't ease up, not even once he's decided that he can't take it anymore and pulls me off of him harshly.

And that's only because now he's fully turned over, finally given into these desires that have been plaguing him presumably from the moment we met.

"I want you stripped and in your bed, on your hands and knees within the next five minutes."

I get up off the floor and walk up to him until our bodies are flush, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"What are you gonna do to me, Spencer?"

He searches my eyes, and his own grow dark with the purest form of sin I'd ever seen. And when his hands come up over the back of my legs, and under my skirt to grab my ass and pull me even closer to him, I can't help the little mewl that slips past my lips.

He smiles, and if it hadn't been for the grip he held on me, I would have fallen to my knees. "Little girl, when I'm through with you, you'll have to come up with some excuse to your mom about why you can't walk straight... Is that what you want?"

The mention of my mom should send me running in the opposite direction, but his threat only prolongs that fire in my veins and makes me want him even more.

I tilt my head up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Do your worst..."

———

Turns out he was very true to his word.

Sitting at the kitchen table is somewhat of a relief, but I try not to walk around as much when Mom gets home. She'd asked me almost immediately if I was okay, and I told her I was just hungry and needed to eat something.

She seemed to have bought it, rushing to the kitchen to unpack the fast food she'd ordered for us. Over her shoulder, Spencer gave me a sly smile, and it took everything I had within myself not to crumble.

Through bites of food, I only half-listen to Mom telling us about the stuff she had to do at work because most of the words I'm hearing are in my head— A loop of endless dirty talk that plants deep into the soil of my stomach and spreads out through my whole body. It infects me, like the most beautiful poison, and I never want it to stop.

"Tell me, sweetheart, you ever let a man come inside you before?"

His weight on top of me coupled together with the heft of his voice has me whining out in pleasure, each snap forward of his hips over my ass as he pounds into me from behind the most delectable burn I've ever felt.

"Uh huh," I answer happily, twisting my head to feel his cheek against my own. "That night you heard me in the shower... I walked through the door with a stranger's cum soaking my panties... And you know what?"

He grumbles, his hips hitting into me harder as he waits for me to continue.

"I wished it was yours..."

My legs clench together under the table and I take a large gulp of water.

I feel something graze over my bare shin, and I already know it's Spencer's foot, a silent reassurance of his presence and that no matter what, he'll always be here.

"Here's what's going to happen..."

He has me on my back now, my legs hoisted over his shoulders and bent back so I'm nearly folded in half. His hips are flush against mine and I can feel his cock throbbing as he comes into the condom.

"You're gonna make an appointment to make sure you're clean... You're gonna make sure you're on good birth control... And then the next time I fuck this pretty little pussy, you're gonna really know what it feels like to have a man come inside you."

Right... Like I really need a reminder of his presence.

I can practically feel it still inside me, taking up every inch of space my body could provide. And no matter how long I go without seeing him, I have no doubt that it'll always remain.

"But that's enough about me, I'm sorry." Mom's voice shifts and breaks me out of my fantasy. "So, how did your day of bonding go? You have fun?"

Spencer and I share a look, a smile spreading over his lips that makes me smile in turn.

"Yeah, Mom," I say. "It was great."

He nods in kind. "Yeah... We'll definitely have to do it again."

His foot grazing over my leg under the table cements the unwavering smile on my face, as does the way my whole body burns at the memory of him fucking me upstairs only hours before.

I don't even flinch or get sick to my stomach when Mom reaches over and gives Spencer a kiss.

———

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