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I gotta know who you would put in this
well, obviously, my dearest i would put kevin in this. also i think he would be embarrassed and that honestly adds to the look bc i'm a pervert! lkdjglg
HOWEVER i think andrew also has the tits for it...
vibrating about age gap kamdrew with neil!!!!
HI!!! Here's the set up post! I actually came up with this idea the day I reblogged that ask game. So it's VERY new to me. So I just wrote this little scene which comes after Neil interviews with Kandrew for the job. :3
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"I am appalled," Kevin says no sooner than Andrew shuts the door behind their newest candidate. Andrew turns on his heel to find Kevin with his arms crossed and his expression screwed up.
"Appalled, huh?"
"You thought that... That boy was eligible to work for us?" Kevin sputters, throwing his hands in the air. "He has no credentials, no references, nothing! I would be surprised if he knew how to operate a vacuum cleaner."
"Tell me this, Kevin. Do you know how to work our vacuum cleaner?" Andrew drawls, delighting when Kevin's lips go pouty and his face flushes.
"I don't need to know! I'm not the one applying to be a maid." The phrase puts an idea in Andrew's head and he allows himself to imagine it for half a second before Kevin nudges him. "What are you thinking about?"
"Do you think we could get him into one of those dresses with the frills and the apron?" Andrew asks in a deadpan. Kevin's eyes widen.
"Andrew—"
Andrew shrugs. "I thought he was charming."
"Charming, my ass!"
Andrew walks around him, patting Kevin's ass as he goes. "Oh, he's not as charming as that. But he's interesting. Don't you think so?"
"Sure. Very interesting." Kevin says as he follows Andrew into the kitchen. "But you mean he had nice arms."
"Perhaps." Andrew admits. "But you have no legs to stand on, Day. I caught you looking at his thighs."
Kevin sputters, affronted. "He had a stain on his jeans, Andrew."
"Oh really? I didn't notice." Andrew lies. He walks Kevin backwards to pin him against the kitchen counter, always amazed at how easy Kevin yields to him. He sticks his hand in Kevin's face and counts on his fingers. "He was polite. He didn't ask about my scars. He didn't salivate over you. Plus, Sunny liked him."
Kevin tilts his head back, knocking it against the cupboard door. "God, you're right. He's the first person she hasn't run away from, isn't he?"
"Mhm." Andrew skates his hands up Kevin's sides. "Do we take a chance on him or keep looking?"
"I don't know..."
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By the time Andrew's done with Kevin, they have a decision. Andrew calls Neil that night to let him know he's got the job.
AGE GAP 👀👀👀👀👀👀
Hello anon! Here's the premise:
Kandrew are sort of the old married couple of their team. They're 30 and 31. They've been together since college, they have a house together as well as a chronically nervous borzoi. (I think her name is gonna be Sunny. As in Sunny Day. >:3)
Since they've got more money than they've got time, they decide they need a housekeeper to handle shit for them. They put an ad in the paper/ on Craigslist/ wherever and hope for the best.
Meanwhile, Neil is 19 and browsing ads. Trying to find a job to support himself after his mother's death. (I keep going back and forth on whether he's on the run or in WITSEC or what... Maybe we'll find out later...)
He comes across an ad for a housekeeper/ dog sitter that pays incredibly well and includes a room! It's the perfect set up, though he doubts he'll be able to swing it. He calls the number anyway.
Andrew answers the phone to hear a rather nervous man on the other end. (By the way, it's Kevin's phone. But Kevin's mouth is full right now. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) Andrew talks to the guy and sets up an in-person interview with him the following day.
Neil has a stroke when Andrew walks into the coffee place he'd been told to meet him at. Andrew is like 'Damn... Nice.' and they discuss the job and all that would be expected of Neil.
Neil asks if there's a background check and Andrew leans forward to say "Should there be?"
"Um. No?" Neil says, to Andrew's amusement. He tells Neil he thinks they'll work out just fine, but his partner has the final say. (This is a lie. Kevin doesn't give a fuck who's folding his laundry as long as it's not him. Lmaooo.)
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whining useless kevin?!??!???!!!!
hello anon! :) here's the other two parts i've posted about this so far: x and x thanks for the ask! <3
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"I don't think it's that. I was… having a sex dream. It must've messed with me somehow. I'll be fine after a shower." Kevin sounds more confident than he looks as he drags Jean into the shower with him. Jean's already had one this morning, but he is more than happy to crawl under the spray with Kevin.
Kevin lets him wash his hair and when he's through Jean wraps a hand around him, pulling him off slowly until his release paints Jean's hip bone. Kevin leans his head against Jean as he comes down. "See, that's all I needed. Let me do you?"
Jean hums his assent and Kevin gets him off in record time, both of them moaning as they drink the same breath out of each other's lungs. When they get out of the shower, they towel each other off and Jean kisses Kevin's nape.
"I'm going to make lunch now." He says, then he goes and plucks up all the groceries off the floor. As he makes them a simple meal of French toast and fruit, he sees Kevin wandering up and down the hallway a couple of times. On the third trip, Jean drops a slice of bread into his skillet and calls out, "What are you looking for, cheri?"
"Nothing." is Kevin's muffled reply. Jean shrugs and continues cooking.
When everything is prepared, Jean goes to find Kevin and once again stops in their bedroom doorway. Kevin is fussing over their bedding. Or rather, the pile of laundry he's piled on their bed. From here, Jean spots several of Andrew's tee shirts, a couple pairs of Neil's running shorts, and the towel Jean just dried off with.
He has to admit it looks rather inviting. Smells better than that. He watches Kevin arrange things for a moment, completely undetected. When Kevin finally notices him lingering there in the threshold, he tells him to come inside.
Jean does, eyeing their bed as he does. "Why are you nesting if you're not in heat?"
Kevin opens his mouth, then it falls into a pout. "I... don't know."
The rest of their day continues the same way, with Jean fretting over Kevin and Kevin insisting he's fine time and time again. He scowls when Jean eventually informs him he sounds like Neil and changes his phrasing to "I'm alright". Jean doesn't believe him, but he can't strong arm Kevin into admitting something is off. So he leaves it.
Until the next morning.
Hey Aerie! Please please please tell me about omegaverse Kevin!!! (I'm also very intrigued by the others but i love omegaverse just so much!) Sending love <3
Hi Cody beloved!!! <33 I posted this little background info sort of deal earlier! And now I'm gonna give you a snippet. (I actually went and fancied this up. Since most of this AU so fair was just... the nonsensical rambles of a clearly insane man. XD) Anyway here you go!
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Jean Moreau never expected his life to turn out this way.
Twenty-five years old, a starting backliner for the second-ranked professional exy team in the country, and living with three men who he sort of adores. Honestly, Jean supposes he could've stopped after that first point. When he was a teenager, he never thought he would live to twenty. But he here is, a grown man loading groceries into his car and driving home to a house that has windows and a yard and Kevin Day in his bed.
Well, at least that's where he was when Jean left. He bets that's where he still lies, since Kevin has never been a morning person. Jean had slipped out of bed an hour ago. If he's quiet, he'll be able to slip right back in after he puts the groceries away.
Luckily, spending so much time in the Nest meant he could be a cat burglar. And Kevin's always been a heavy sleeper.
Jean balances a paper bag on his hip as he unlocks the front door, then drops it entirely when he's hit with a wall of pheromones that nearly knocks him on his ass. He watches as a couple peaches roll across the hardwood and inhales deeply, Kevin's scent on his tongue, in his throat. He nudges his groceries over until he can shut the door and makes his way back to their bedroom, like a puppet on a string.
When he pushes the door open he finds Kevin asleep still, curled up into a ball on Jean's side of the bed. Dead to the world and completely unaware he's apparently in heat. Jean stares at him, wondering the best course of action. Neil and Andrew, their roommates and occasional bed partners, would usually take care of this. But they aren't home.
The couple had decided to take a little vacation together. If taking turns driving Andrew's Maserati and staying in random hotels counted as a vacation. In Jean's opinion, it did not. To him it seemed like Neil had the itch to run and Andrew found a way to scratch it without letting him off leash.
In any case, they're not home. Jean stands in the doorway and stares at Kevin's sleeping form until he rouses from slumber and rolls over to stretch out across the bed. He hears Kevin's back pop a couple of times and when Kevin opens his eyes, they find him immediately.
"Good morning," he says through a yawn. He looks a vision with his dark hair spilled over the pillow case and his shirt rucked up to his ribs.
"Good afternoon." Jean corrects with a smile. Then he inhales again and remembers their problem. "Are you in heat?"
Kevin makes a face. "No?"
"Smells like you are," Jean tells him as he comes closer. He sits down on the bed close enough to feel Kevin's body heat. "Or you're about to be."
"I just had one a few weeks ago," Kevin says matter-of-factly. Jean gnaws his lip. He knows that. And remembers it very well. Especially since he watched Andrew and Neil fuck him a dozen times. And jerked off just as many.
"You were on suppressants for a decade, the doctor said that could affect things. This is what she meant." Jean says, petting Kevin's hair. A fresh wave of his scent— pleased and contented— hits Jean and he sighs. "Oh, you're going to be out of your mind in a few hours. This is exactly how you smelled last time."
whining useless kevin for the wip game?🫶
Hi! :3 This AU is omegaverse and it's sort of a kevjean x andreil situation. I will explain~
Okay, so... In a shocking turn of events we have alpha4alpha andreil and omega4omega kevjean.
The four of them all live together in a pretty nice house, courtesy of their pro exy money. They all get along just fine and they're all on the same team. It just makes sense.
The most convenient part of their arrangement is that there's always someone around if one of them goes into heat/rut.
When Jean needs an alpha, Neil takes care of him. When Kevin needs an alpha, Andrew or Neil take care of him. And vice versa.
Anyway, in this particular fic... Kevin's heats are very irregular. A result of being on blockers for a long time. (Because of course.)
And andreil happen to be away on a little trip when suddenly Kevin is in heat and Jean can't really... do that much about it. :(
He fucking tries. But then he wakes up to Kevin being the whiniest, whimpering-est omega in the history of time. And he calls Neil because what else is he supposed to do???
Andreil end up having to cancel the rest of their trip and come home to take care of their boyfriend who isn't really their boyfriend. :)
This is basically just an excuse for me to write Kevin being the most pathetic, whining, useless, little thing in the entire world. And getting fucked by his three kinda boyfriends. :) As he deserves.
I've never really written omegaverse before though. So I don't know how good it would end up being. TwT
jeremy washes jean's hair:o
okay so this was gonna be a fic wherein the trojans find out about the Waterboarding and then Jeremy offers to help Jean learn how to relax in the shower again. it would have a couple chapters, maybe three. (i started it back in like... uhhh september last year. far before tgr came out and jean started getting his water therapy stuff)
but anyway! it would be like... chapter 1, they find out why jean's showers are so long. chapter 2, a while later when jeremy asks jean if he can wash his face for him. chapter 3, a long while later where jean gets his arm a little fucked up during a game and jeremy offers to wash his hair for him. and i think i would have them mutually pining the entire time. like they are NOT established dating in this fic! anyway! i'll get you a snippet of what i have because you were the only ask i got for this one! <3
this is from chapter 2, which is... funnily enough the only chapter i've actually started writing XD
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Jean tries his best not to react when the water cuts on and the faucet starts pouring a stream of water into the basin. He stares at it as it pours down, then Jeremy sticks his hand under until the cloth he's holding is adequately soaked. He wrings it out until it's just damp. When he turns back around to face Jean, who has been sat on the toilet lid, he smiles softly and holds up the offensive piece of fabric.
"Are you ready?" He asks softly. Jean nods and Jeremy moves to stand directly in front of him. Jean is a fool to be looking at his hand right now considering just how close Jeremy and his pretty face are. He never gets to see Jeremy from this sort of angle. Always from above, never from below. His hair frames his face nicely and the bathroom's overhead light appears like a halo, turning him into the angel he tries to be. "Jean? I'm going to touch you now."
Jeremy's hand cups the side of Jean's face and it's so warm. There are callouses on his fingers and his lotion smells faintly floral. It's... comforting. Jean just barely leans into it and Jeremy's face lights up. He holds up the cloth. "Ready?"
"Yes." Jean swallows and closes his eyes.
"Hey," Jeremy says, tightening his grip on Jean's jaw. It's not painful but it is firm. Grounding. Exactly what Jean needs. "Eyes on me."
The authority in Jeremy's voice does something strange to Jean's insides, but he ignores it. (Always ignores it.) But he doesn't ignore Jeremy. (Can't.)
He opens his eyes and finds the striker right where he left him, standing over him with a look of determination. Like he alone can fix all of Jean's ridiculous issues. Hell, perhaps he can. Jean will certainly let him try if it means having Jeremy so close. The two of them stare into each other's eyes and Jeremy raises the cloth to Jean's face.
The first touch of it to his cheek has Jean's stomach roiling but Riko always hated having to repeat himself, so Jean reflexively leans his head back. Or tries to. Jeremy still has hold of him and from his expression he doesn't plan on letting go. He doesn't let Jean tilt back, doesn't let him fall into old memories. Instead Jeremy swipes the cloth over Jean's cheek, then up towards his eye, across his forehead.
Jean's fists are clenched in his lap. On some level he realizes that the sensation of wet fabric on one's face should not be so stress inducing. But it is. It has been for years. But this is not the same. He can breathe. I can, he tells himself, inhaling deeply to prove that it's true. There is no water in his lungs. He is fine.
After a couple of minutes of this gentle pampering, Jean's shoulders climb out from under his ears and he almost allows himself to relax. Jeremy hums a song they'd heard in the car the day before and takes his time, washes Jean's face clinically but gently.
Jean is completely fine. Until the cloth passes over his lips and his heart seizes in his chest. For a split second it's black and dark and Riko's laughter echoes somewhere in his mind. Before true panic can set in, the wash cloth is gone. Jean blinks and he's surrounded by colors and light and Jeremy, who is holding his hands up and away from Jean's face. He looks like someone has pulled a gun on him, both because of the position of his hands and the startled look on his face.
"Are you alright?" He asks. Jean blinks at him.
"Of course."
Ooooh boy whining Kevi looks good but werewolf Neil has me intrigued 🤔
hi day! :3c here's part 1 and part 2 of what i've shared so far :) and i'm gonna get you another snippet real fast >:3
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Andrew doesn’t get any sleep that night, which is not out of the ordinary. He just sits in the living room with the TV on low until the sun comes up. That’s when his eyelids finally start to droop. He settles into his chair but jolts awake when he hears a clattering sound in the next room. He’s moving before he even registers it and when he gets into the kitchen, the table is knocked over.
Andrew steps into the room and is met with icy blue eyes and a snarl. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“My name is Andrew and you are in my house.” Andrew explains simply.
“Why?” demands the man. “Did he tell you to bring me here?”
“I don’t know who ‘he’ is, but you almost died in my yard last night. I brought you inside and tried to stop the bleeding.”
The man blinks. Confused. Then he’s angry again. He tries to stand up and winces, falling back to his knees.
“Be careful, you’re going to break something,” Andrew says, then he pulls a chair out and shoves the man down into it. “What are you anyway?”
“None of your business.”
“Fine.” Andrew says with a shrug. The two of of them stare at each other for a moment, “Do you have a name?”
“No.” snaps his guest.
“Okay, I'll call you Dog then.” Andrew says, making Dog drop his head on the tabletop.
“I have a name but I’m not telling you what it is.” He says, miserably. Andrew crosses the room and turns on the coffee maker, god knows he’s going to need about a gallon of it to get through the day. While it starts to brew, he gets out some eggs and a loaf of bread.
“Are you hungry, Dog?”
Dog looks up at him, “What?”
“Are. You. Hungry?” Andrew asks slowly, enunciating every single syllable.
“I’m starving,” Dog says. “And my name is Neil.”
