sheriff worshiping peter’s ass maybe?^_^

Peter wriggled and bitched just long enough as it took for John to place a large, warm hand right on the small of his back and firmly slide it once all the way up to the nape of his neck, and then back down until it came to lie right on the wolf’s tailbone.

It was always like that. Peter wasn’t in the mood to play along with John’s rules unless he knew that he was going to be the sole focus. He was a narcissistic little thing and annoying the hell out of the Sheriff on most days, but sometimes it was almost… endearing.

Like right now when he was practically tasting in the air what was about to happen, head up and alert, hips wriggling in anticipation like a kid before Christmas.

John could only snort and shake his head, but he really had better things to do than tease Peter about being a self-loving bastard. Like enjoying the feast stretched out before him; the way his plush ass was fitting right into John’s hands, so perfect to squeeze and knead and pull apart to show off the pretty, little hole that was just about begging for a small kiss and a lick.

He could do this for hours – especially with the added benefit of Peter’s unashamed whining and begging. The way he pressed his face into his arms and his ass up against John’s mouth, begging for more tongue and teeth and maybe – just maybe – a few fingers to tickle him behind his balls where he liked it the most?

Peter was a creature of lust and John couldn’t deny that he loved experiencing him as a whole infuriating package.

Do only want some on Deuc? Or any fandom? I would love some Bucky and Steve or Loki where they keep each other “warm”.

anything, sure^^

Bucky was always damn cold these days. He seemed to be constantly shivering, even when he had his arm wrapped in layers of cloth to keep the cold alloy away from his sensitive flesh.

Steve suspected the cold was less something actually physical at that point – especially when Buck crawled in at the foot of the bed again, slipping beneath the covers like a cat.

It looked enough like a trained response that it never failed to make Steve’s belly clench and his teeth grind together but he never asked Bucky about his time in Hydra. He figured before getting an answer he’d get two middle fingers and a big, resounding ‘Fuck you’.

As it was, Bucky never asked for permission to tug at Steve’s sweatpants. There wasn’t so much as a ‘hello’ or ‘good night’, really. No communication at all, other than the soft rustling of the sheets and the tickling of Bucky’s long hair as he curled up and blindly sought Steve’s cock with clammy fingers.

He needn’t be hard for this – in fact, it was better if he wasn’t. It made it easier for Bucky to fit the girth into his mouth, suckle it into the warmth until his breath was tickling Steve’s pubes and he could lie his head on his best friend’s thigh.

Steve often debated pushing a hand down and stroking fingers through Buck’s unwashed hair, but never had the balls to do it. He seemed so content, down there in his warm, little bunker with Steve’s cock to keep warm. He never shivered when he was curled between Chris’ legs and everything was reduced to darkness and smell and the slow, steady pound of Steve’s heartbeat in the large artery of his thigh.

He didn’t have the heart to force Bucky to talk about it, and if he was quite honest with himself, he enjoyed the gentle suckling and wet warmth too much to jeopardize it with Bucky’s cold, pissy quiet.

oH can we talk about, um. allison and lydia having to deal with malia and kira going into heat at the same time? and malia is all rough and tumble aggressive while kira is too sweet and submissive to defend herself owo so allison and lydia have to make sure things don’t get too out of hand but it’s always easier said than done

“A-Allison, I think she- I think – she’s doing it aga- Allison! She’s doing it again!”

Lydia winces as she watches Malia pounce with a low, aggressive growl after crouching and sniffing in Kira’s direction for a few careful moments. Just as with the past few times this happened, Kira lets herself get pushed over easily, thighs spreading for Malia to instinctively rut against the secure heat panties she was wearing.

Lydia shifted from one leg to the other, ready to call for Allison again (”I’m not going in between that, Allison Argent. I like my fingers where they are, thankyouverymuch!”), when the door flew open and Allison rushed inside. She dumped the various fruits in her arms on the couch and dove for Malia’s leash.

She needed to put her whole weight into even dragging Malia’s head around, even though they had clipped it into the side of her muzzle just because of that reason.

Malia in heat was a force to be reckoned with.

“Lydia don’t just stand there,” Allison grit out between clenched teeth, and in her desperation, Lydia crouched down so she was on perfect eye level with the coyote as she rucked up her skirt and showed off her pretty panties.

“Yeah, that’s right. Good girl. Come right here,” she cooed when Malia stopped growling long enough in order to sniff the air and watch Lydia speculatively.

Kira was whimpering and desperate, cheeks flushed and legs shaking with frustrated lust. They could only imagine how plump and hot her cunt had to be beneath her special panties, slick getting soaked up by the firm material.

They still had to get at least three days over with and Lydia honestly had no idea how they were going to manage that. Not if Malia kept behaving the way she did.

Only that right now, she was… she was kind of sweet; crawling with her belly close to the floor and her glowing eyes set on her new prize. She was distracted from Kira for just a moment and being allowed to bury her nose against Lydia’s panties and scent her cunt seemed to pacify her enough to let them take a break.

“That’s an… unconventional idea. But I like it,” Allison commented at last, crouching down and carefully checking Kira over, who wriggled and tripped herself over several times before she managed to get on her front, ass up almost comically high in the air, whining for it until Allison caved and at least gave her a couple fingers to nurse.

“You might be onto something here, though,” she admitted, turning her head to see Lydia sitting on the floor with her legs whorishly spread, and the bottom of her panties pulled to the side to let Malia slowly lick the pink gash of her cunt.

Gift for Morallydubiousfics

yooo I read Does it Worry You to Be Alone by @morallydubiousfics (again) and I was like ‘I wanna write something to this’ so I did without asking and if she doesn’t like it I put it down again :O but if she does I’ll post it to AO3 as well 🙂

also there’s formatting things in there because I’m too lazy rn to sort them out and do it right 😛

Tryin’ it

“No, no, no. He doesn’t like it like that. Go slower.”

Isaac’s groan quickly climbed into a high, pathetic whine. He squeezed his eyes shut and hunched over, forehead pressing against the Sheriff’s shoulder blades. He could feel the warm, sucking hole rippling around his cock at the kid’s angry lecturing and really, he just wanted to keep rabbit fucking into the man because this was heaven and the base of his cock already felt tender with the beginnings of a knot.

If Stiles was there, however, they all better do exactly how the little king wished because they wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Such a good, pretty Omega,” he mumbled, trying to calm the low, rumbling whine starting to vibrate beneath him just as much as his own racing blood.

He glanced over at Stiles but the kid was still glaring at him, skinny arms crossed over his chest as if he wasn’t tenting his little boy shorts with his cock.

“Dude, c’mon.”

Scott’s voice was starting to sound a little strained. His hips were hunching up into the fist he’d curled around his cock, feverish eyes locked on the Sheriff’s flushed face. Isaac could only imagine how the Omega’s slick lips were mouthing mindlessly at his own, salty skin.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Boyd practically cooed, knee walking a little closer to offer up his own cock for the Sheriff. It still was a jolt to the system to hear Boyd like that. Deep voice a soothing purr that the Omega followed in blind need, mouth open and welcoming for the big teen cock slowly inching inside.

Isaac could still feel the phantom pains in his lip from the day he decided making fun of Boyd would be a good idea, so he kept quiet and just murmured his own, mindless praise, knowing how well the Sheriff reacted to it.

As stoic and no-nonsense the man was in his job and outside of heat, as needy he seemed to be for the little reassurances when he was going out of his mind with need, sweaty back arching gorgeously to put his ass on the right height.

His rim looked pink and slick around Isaac’s dick when he finally managed to kneel back up again, staring down at the warm slit in dumb awe. He still couldn’t believe how good it felt. Always welcoming and creamy with slick; so sensitive to the touch, the whole big body shivered when they rubbed their rough teen fingers against it. Sweaty with nerves and eagerness to test whether the Omega was ready for them. Whether they were allowed to finally get him out of the last stitches of fabric to service him under the watchful gaze of his son.

“Fuck,” Derek murmured, and when Stiles glowered at him, he scowled and rumbled a rough, “Sorry” because if Stiles wasn’t allowed to swear, they weren’t as well. His big hands with those hairy knuckles were gentle as they rubbed along the broad back of their Omega. Made him keen against Boyd’s skin and nuzzle deeper into his crotch, mouth open and wet as he placed little thankful kisses against the big Alpha’s balls.

“Godda-” Derek stops himself just in time, but he still is almost trembling with urgency as his big hands grip the Sheriff’s sturdy hips and pull. “Get him on his back. I need to… I need…”

Isaac honest to fucking god sobs when his dick slips out of the warm clutch of the Sheriff’s body as he gets rearranged by Derek’s greedy hands, but it is drowned out by the Omega’s own cry of distress, low and wrecked and going right to the Alphas’ guts.

“Careful!!” Stiles hisses in alarm and suddenly he’s a lot closer because Scott can’t do his fucking duty and keep the little Alpha at bay. (Because he’s busy fucking his own fist at the sight of the big, sturdy Omega stretched out for their pleasure, practically glowing in the midst of his heat, the smell of his creamy slick making them all drunk with the need to breed him.)

“You’re okay, dad. He’ll be back in a sec, okay? Fill you up like you need.” He’s babbling, his little boy hands framing his dad’s scruffy, sweaty face. He’s pressing his forehead against his father’s, staring into glassy, feverish eyes and Isaac wonders wildly whether he can smell cum on his dad’s breath. Smell the cock he’s been nursing on just a second ago.

They’re all too out of it to pull Stiles away like they usually do. Isaac doesn’t give a fuck if the kid would rub his little dick all over the Sheriff’s face, to be honest. All he wants is to get back into the warm slit of his hole and fuck him deep and fast. Make him feel that he’s not alone like the past years. That he has Alphas that take excellent care of their pretty Omega, thankyouverymuch.

The Sheriff doesn’t look like he minds a lot as well, when his son keeps sitting there and stroking his hair even as Boyd and Derek close back in on him; one gently tapping his big cock against his panting mouth and flushed cheeks until he’s coordinated enough to suck him into his dreadfully empty mouth again, the other finally able to get his hands over the front of their Omega, fingers playing with the tight peaks of his nipples.

Derek is rumbling low in his throat – not even words, just a soothing growl that has the Sheriff answer with a ragged sound of need, his hairy thighs falling open wider around Isaac’s hips.

When he nudges back in and starts moving – slow, so fucking slow because if Stiles thinks they’re not doing it right, the little brat makes them all stop so he can check his father over with clumsy, concerned hands that make the Omega only more desperate – everything seems to relax again.

The Sheriff sighs and opens back up for botch cocks beautifully, eyes slits of satisfaction as both grateful holes suckle them in and hold them warm.

Derek is petting his chest and then his belly, not concave and creamy like they see from other Omegas in the advertising, but thick with trained muscle and a little furry, the hair on his navel getting sticky from his own cock lying there thick and hard and regretfully untouched until now.

Stiles just sits and stares, small mouth dropped open as he watches Derek bend down and press a loving kiss right on the tip of the Sheriff’s dick, a band of clear pre-cum stretching between his lower lip and the small slit as he pulls away to let Scott nuzzle in as well when the Alpha finally registers that his Stiles-watching-duty has fallen on the wayside.

The Sheriff is rumbling in satisfaction between all of them, stretched out and getting petted wherever their hands can reach and from what Isaac can see through the mating fog in his head, Stiles looks to be content with them for once, not bossing anyone around – just sitting next to his daddy’s head and mindlessly petting his short hair while he watches everyone doing their best to make his father stop hurting.

Isaac’s head falls back and he just ignores everyone for a bit as he fucks the Sheriff in painfully slow strokes, feeling the wet drag of his clutching insides along his cock, and it takes a little while for him to zone back in on what was happening around him. On how Boyd had taken to just scritching the Omega beneath his chin and crooning affectionate nonsense at him while Derek and Scott sit with their hands idly petting the Sheriff, as they sit and watch in hypnotic curiosity as… as…

Isaac comes to an abrupt halt, hips snuggled up to the welcoming V of the Sheriff’s thighs as he realizes what’s happening.

How the Sheriff’s kid has his little dick out of the fly of his shorts and is feeding it to his father. How the Omega makes low, hungry noises in the back of his throat like he’s sucking one of their Alpha cocks.

Isaac wonders if the Sheriff even realizes what he’s doing. How he lets his little Alpha son fuck across his tongue while he holds he fists his dad’s short hair and grits his teeth.

He looks like one of them when he’s fucking, Isaac realizes in a sudden burst of camaraderie. Stiles can fuck like one of the big ones, hips rolling as he feeds daddy his cock, and Isaac thinks smugly that obviously he’s learned from the best.

Still, the kid comes fast and messy as he pulls back with a spastic jerk of his hips and manages to slick his thin cum across his dad’s lips and chin.

Isaac is surprised and dismayed to realize while watching he knotted without even realizing it; the base of his dick fat and juicy and lodged tightly inside the Omega, filling him up with one of the most unsatisfying orgasms Isaac’s yet had. Leave it to the fucking brat to ruin even his orgasms. Still, feeling the Sheriff ripple around him and practically purring at the feeling of getting his belly warmed, is more than making up for it.

They’re moving again, slow and clumsy, eyes fixed on the mess on their Omega’s face until Scott bends slow and licks it away in broad stripes before kissing the Sheriff deep and desperate.

They wonder if he’ll even remember sucking his teenage son’s dick. Stiles looks dazed and has a stupid grin on his face. It feels like a dam might’ve been broken and Isaac wonders, as he bends down and starts suckling on the Omega’s puffy nipples, what the resulting flood might bring.

Jordan had no other excuse for it other than he liked feeling pretty. He liked sitting in his car and idly driving around Beacon Hills, waiting for the radio to spring to life and tell him where he was needed while feeling the snug fit of his cock in the panties he wriggled into this morning, or the welcome pressure of the lacy bra he donned around his ribs.

It was a secret indulgence; waking up extra early so he could admire himself in the mirror before he had to pull on uniform pants and khaki shirt. Turning this way and that and watching how the frills looked against his skin, fingers rubbing across the material just to feel it tickle.

He suspected a few of the people in the precinct knew. Especially the ladies threw him knowing looks after he had to bend over a table, shirt pulling tight across his back and giving away the outline of his bra – nobody had said anything about it, though.

It made it almost even better. It made him feel like he could sit down with them one day and talk about where to buy the best things. Maybe slowly unbutton his shirt to show them how good his pecs looked.

Jordan loved fantasizing about a scenario like that when he was home alone, tracksuit bottoms around his knees as he rubbed the heel of his hand across his dick until the wet head popped out of the elastic band, balls full and heavy in the delicate confines.

He often thought about going out and into a club where it was okay to show off. Thought about faceless individuals sitting and watching as he stripped for them and showed them how pretty he was. He probably would never have the nerves to do so – but it was nice to think about it anyway.

Eyes squeezed shut and head falling back against his couch as he was far away in his head, fingers rubbing endless circles around the smooth, swollen head of his cock until he nearly couldn’t take it anymore; at which he had to restrain himself and pull his hand away from his poor cock; watch it flex and bob as much as it was able to.

Jordan didn’t often allow himself to cum but that made it all the better.

“Come onnnnnn….” Josh was trying so hard to whisper and not alert the other Washingtons rummaging around the big house, minding their own business. His voice was high and thready with strain, vibrating on the n because he wouldn’t stop bouncing in his frustrated arousal.

When Chris did nothing but put his arms up and behind his head, still just watching and letting Josh use his cock, Josh let his head fall back with a drawn out groan and rested for a while, getting his breath back as much as possible when Chris’ dick was just there. Just deep within him, stretching his walls and making him feel like his belly should be bulging with how well it filled him.

“Chris,” he whined when Chris finally couldn’t feel his heartbeat pounding around his cock rabbit fast. He wasn’t particularly quiet anymore but Chris wouldn’t say a thing. Josh simply was a loud thing in bed – just as he was anywhere else – and he forgot so quickly when he was sitting on a juicy cock and trying his best to get off when Chris was lying there like a lazy piece of shit, not doing anything but ogling his body. The way his dark nipples became tight little peaks, begging to be tugged on; or how his dick bounced, slapping against Chris’ pudgy belly and smearing pre-cum in the light hair there.

“Nah-ah,” Chris sing-songed and took his arms from behind his head. He reached for Josh’s skinny chest and smiled when his friend eagerly tilted into it, mouth falling open as he felt Chris’ big hands frame his rib cage so he could better thumb his sensitive nipples.

Chris smirked when Josh’s dick gave a jerk, dribbling out a new thin string of pre-cum.

“Say it,” he prompted. Josh’s legs were shaking something fierce and Chris was reasonably sure he was on the end of his tether – no longer able to properly move and just sitting on the big cock lodged deep and intimate and probably snuggled up right to his prostate.

Josh shook his head, dark, messy hair flying and face getting dark with stubbornness. Chris hummed and let one hand fall down, carefully circling Josh’s cock with his fingers – just holding it in a loose grip while he started tugging on Josh’s nipple.

“Say it~~~”

Josh only let out a pitiful sob and threw one arm up to place across his eyes. The corners of his expressive mouth trembling and turning down as he bit his lip. Chris waited patiently. He was used to Josh’s theatrics and stalling tactics.

He simply hummed and waited – playing with his best friend’s body as he did so. He let his hand fall away from Josh’s gorgeous, little tits so he could reach behind him, patting his rump lovingly before slowly sliding fingers between his cheeks.

It was warm and damp there, and the rim of his hole quivered at the light brush of fingertips. Josh let out an explosive, low groan, then seemed to remember himself and let his arm drop so he could press it against his mouth before he could utter any words. Because Josh fucking loved talking through sex. Loved telling Chris in lurid detail about how much his poor hole burned trying to open up for “your fat dick, cochise. God, I love your cock so much. I could never be angry with you because I want to always be friends with your big fucking dick.”

Chris just grinned at him. His glasses were askew and fogged up but Josh liked fucking him when he wore them so they stayed. It only added to the little fantasy, Chris supposed, as he tapped a broad fingertip against the stretched muscle he found, the other hand idly playing with Josh’s dark foreskin.

“Say it, baby boy,” he prompted softly. “Say it real quiet. Nobody’ll need to hear, right? You can whisper it right in my ear and I’ll give you everything you need. Breed up your pretty cunt just like you want me to.”

He rubbed more insistently now; partly to tease himself, partly to make Josh think he was trying to fit it inside him as well; stretch him even wider than he already was.

Josh sobbed and shook his head wildly, one hand shooting down and behind, long, skinny fingers curling around Chris’ wrist, even as he tipped down and plastered himself as much as he could across his friend’s chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, since Josh was a bony mother fucker, but he adored the way he tucked his face against Chris’ throat and pretended to be a sweet, little boy.

Pretended as if he were much younger than Chris.

“Please daddy?” he cooed, fingers slowly letting go of Chris’ wrist as he was reasonably sure he wouldn’t try to finger him. “Gonna be your good boy.”

Chris groaned, hips finally flexing up and into the warm clutch of Josh’s body.

“Fuuuck. I know you’ll be, baby boy. Daddy’s good little slut.”