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Left to the Wolves

a/n: So i fininally finished this story which i’ve been working on all summer… it’s my first foray into the genre of a/b/o au so i hope you guys enjoy.  This chap is Hvits centric but there’s suggestion of Ubbe x reader and if this gets enough positive feed back, i will continue with a chap abt him!

warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, a bit of heavy handed persuasion but overall consented sexy times, like this is mostly smut cus im a perv like that… oral (fem receiving) and vaginal penetration, also a healthy competition between brothers. 

FF.net // Ao3 // Masterlist

Hvitserk X Reader // Vikings

word count: 2,445

As relaxing as the bath felt, it did nothing to relieve the sticky layer of perspiration that coated your skin. The sweat was provoked by a heat that came from within rather than the sun, a heat you had been trying to deny you were due for. Pulling the simple linen night dress over your head, you grabbed the hem to tap at your brow, hoping to dry it some but effectively doing nothing. No matter how much you tried to cool yourself, the moment your hands were idle your mind immediately snapped back to your hosts, Ragnar’s sons and your internal body temperature would spike.

You knew they had noticed, it was blatant they had caught a whiff of your budding heat when you spent that afternoon watching them train. Earlier in the week you had merely sat at the sidelines, spectating as they practiced, but today each of the brothers insisted on vying to hold your attention personally.

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me: “should i trim my bush?” eartha kitt speaking inside my head: “A man comes into my life and you have to compromise? For what? For what? For what?” me: “okay i won’t trim my bush then”

23 and 27 with Michael? If you’re still taking them, of course! 💕

“We cant do that here!”

“Watch me.”

warnings: fuckboy!michael, dirty talk, fingering, penetration, biting, some blood play, implied squirting, possessiveness 

hawthorne!michael x robichaux!reader (reader is on this exchange student thing between the schools)

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You were late yet again; quickly pacing through the maze that is Hawthorne Academy. Yes, you hadn’t been here long so at least you had some sort of excuse, but you had also overslept again; thoughts of Michael keeping you up late at night. 

It was exhausting. 

The surroundings begin to look familiar and you’re sure you’re close to Behold’s classroom, when a hand snatches at your wrist, pulling you into a dark closet, a warm body pressing against you. 

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