#easter egg

"Whos that?"

I screamed when I saw her, the fact that I found out about the tsbs show bc of her is making me cry too.

Let's hope we will see her more<3

WARNINGS: f/m/m • extremely explicit & obscene smut • heavy breeding kink • true double penetration (P IN V, P IN A) • spitroast • overstimulation • praise/degradation mix • cum play • light choking • spanking • hair pulling • throat fucking • edging • squirting • voyeurism (people outside during egg hunt) • near-interruption with risk of getting caught • drunk but very consensual • poly best-friends-with-benefits

SUMMARY: Best friends who hook up occasionally finally stop pretending it's casual? Rich kids with filthy habits? ENJOY!!

AUTHORS NOTE: So did I write this with my whole family line in the living room? yes, yes I did. HAPPY EASTER TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE!! Who allowed ovulation to happen on holidays because I'm stuck playing nice meanwhile I feel FERAL so instead I finished this off :) NOT PROOF READ and anyone else cringe but also giggle internally when writing smut?

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The three of you had been best friends since the junior circuit days, when you were sixteen and the universe decided to throw you together like it knew you belonged in the same orbit. You were the girl who always showed up with snacks during their endless practices, who patched up egos after losses, and who somehow became the center of their little world without ever trying. Patrick was the chaotic storm, all raw talent and sharp mouth. Art was the quiet perfectionist with the steady hands and the soft eyes. And you were the steady heartbeat that kept them from flying apart.

Over the years the friendship had quietly shifted into something heavier. There were hotel rooms after bad tournaments where the three of you ended up tangled in one bed. There were late-night drives where hands wandered and mouths followed without anyone naming what it was. You were best friends who hooked up sometimes. That was the agreement. No labels. No expectations. Just the three of you and the understanding that sometimes the tension got too heavy to ignore.

This Easter weekend the annual alumni party at your old tennis club was in full swing. The grounds were decorated with pastel string lights and white tents, a chocolate fountain bubbled in the center of the garden, and staff wandered around in ridiculous bunny ears serving champagne and tiny chocolate eggs. Most of the crowd was older alumni and their families, but the three of you had claimed a private cabana near the back of the property like you always did. It was late afternoon, the sun was warm, and the champagne had been flowing since brunch.

You were sitting between them on the wide outdoor couch, wearing Patrick’s oversized Stanford hoodie that swallowed your smaller frame and a short white tennis skirt that kept riding up your thighs. Patrick lounged on your left in a gray tank top, legs spread wide. Art sat on your right in a soft button-down, sleeves rolled up, looking relaxed in a way he rarely did in public.

The conversation had been light and teasing until Patrick took a slow sip of champagne and broke the comfortable silence with a voice that was low and cocky.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” he asked, eyes flicking between you and Art. “How fucking good you looked last time we had you between us. How pretty you sounded when you were begging for both our cocks. And how I want to do it again. Right now.”

Art’s hand stilled on your bare thigh. You felt heat rush through your body.

You laughed softly, trying to play it cool even though your pulse was already racing. “Right here? At the alumni Easter party? Bold, Zweig.”

Patrick smirked, leaning closer so his breath brushed your ear. “Why not? We’ve got a private cabana, curtains we can close, and everyone else is busy hunting for chocolate eggs outside. No one’s going to miss us for a while. Unless you’re scared you won’t be able to stay quiet while we fuck you stupid.”

Art’s voice was quieter but no less hungry when he spoke, his fingers tracing slow circles on your thigh. “He has a point. You’ve been teasing us all day in that little skirt. Walking around like you don’t know what it does to us. I’ve been hard since brunch thinking about bending you over and filling you up while people are laughing and hunting eggs just a few feet away.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly. “You two are insatiable.”

Patrick’s hand slid higher up your thigh, pushing the hem of your skirt up. “Only for you, baby. Now be a good girl and tell us you want it. Tell us you want both your best friends to fuck you stupid while the rest of the club is outside playing nice.”

You looked between them, heart pounding, then nodded. “I want it. I want both of you. Right now.”

Patrick stood up and pulled the heavy canvas curtains mostly closed around the cabana, leaving just a small gap that let in soft golden light and the distant sounds of laughter and voices from the egg hunt outside. “That’s our girl.”

Clothes came off quickly after that. Patrick tugged his tank top over his head while Art helped you out of the oversized hoodie, kissing down your neck as he did. “You look so fucking good in his clothes,” Art murmured against your skin. “But I like you better like this. Naked and ready for us.”

Patrick grinned as he pushed your skirt and panties down your legs. “Look at this pretty pussy. Already dripping for us. You’ve been wet since we got here, haven’t you? Thinking about your two boys ruining you on Easter Sunday while everyone else is outside hunting eggs.”

You moaned softly as Patrick dropped to his knees between your thighs. “Yes… I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

He dragged his tongue broad and filthy over your clit. “Good girl. Tell us how much you want it.”

Art kissed you deep, swallowing your moan. “Use your words, baby. Tell Patrick how bad you need his mouth on your cunt while people are laughing and searching for eggs just outside.”

You gasped, fingers threading through Patrick’s hair. “I need it so bad. Please, Patrick, eat my pussy. Make me come on your tongue while they’re right there.”

Patrick groaned against you and pushed two thick fingers inside, curling them perfectly while his tongue worked your clit in fast, relentless strokes. “So tight and sweet. Gonna make you squirt for us before we even fuck you.”

Your first orgasm hit fast and hard, back arching off the couch as you cried out both their names, thighs shaking around Patrick’s head while distant laughter and voices floated in from the egg hunt outside.

They didn’t let you come down.

Art flipped you onto your hands and knees. “On all fours for me, baby,” he said, voice rough as he lined himself up. He slid into your soaked pussy in one smooth deep thrust. “Fuck… you feel incredible. So warm and tight around my cock. Taking me so well, sweetheart. Listen to them outside -  they have no idea I’m buried inside your cunt right now.”

Patrick knelt in front of you, gripping your hair gently. “Open that pretty mouth. Want to feel your throat while Art fucks your pussy senseless. Be a good little bunny and suck my cock while people are hunting eggs just a few feet away.”

You moaned around Patrick’s thick cock as Art started thrusting steadily behind you. “Good girl,” Art groaned. “Taking both of us so well. Such a perfect little whore for your boys. Can you hear them? Laughing and calling out egg numbers while I’m balls deep in this tight cunt.”

Patrick thrust shallowly into your mouth. “That’s right. Suck my cock while he ruins your pussy. You love being stuffed full like this, don’t you, baby? Love being our little Easter fucktoy while the whole party is right outside.”

When they switched Patrick took your pussy from behind, harder and rougher, one hand coming down in a sharp smack on your ass. “You like that?” he growled, slamming into you deep. “Like getting fucked like a little whore while Art watches?”

“Yes- fuck, yes- don’t stop-” you moaned, voice breaking.

Art stroked himself in front of you, eyes dark with lust. “Come on, sweetheart. Come on Patrick’s cock. Let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart for us. Be a good girl and cream all over his cock.”

You came hard, clenching tight around Patrick until he cursed and spilled deep inside your pussy. “Take it all,” he groaned. “Gonna breed this pretty cunt full. Fill you up until you’re dripping with our seed.”

Art pulled you into his lap immediately after. “My turn in this pussy, baby. Ride me. Show me how bad you need us.”

You sank down onto his cock with a broken moan. Patrick pressed up behind you, rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit while his other hand wrapped lightly around your throat. “Ride his cock like a good little cumslut,” he murmured hotly in your ear. “Milk him dry. We’re not done with you yet, bunny. Let them hear how good you sound getting fucked.”

You rode Art until your thighs burned, moaning both their names. “I’m gonna come again- please-”

“Come for us,” Art gasped, hands gripping your hips. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me fill you up like the greedy little breeding bunny you are.”

You shattered around him, crying out as Art came deep inside your pussy with a wrecked groan.

Patrick wasn’t finished with you yet, he pushed you onto your back, spread your legs wide, and slid two fingers into your cum-filled pussy to scoop some of the mess out. He smeared it over your tight little asshole, circling the rim before pushing a finger inside. “Gonna stretch this ass open now,” he growled. “One of us in your cunt, one in your ass. You’re going to take both holes at the same time like the filthy little whore you are.”

Art held your legs open, eyes dark. “Relax for him, baby. Let Patrick get that tight ass ready so we can both fuck you full.”

Patrick worked a second finger into your ass, scissoring and stretching while Art rubbed your clit. “So fucking tight back here. You’re going to feel so good choking both our cocks at once. Gonna breed both your holes today, bunny.”

You whimpered, pushing back against his fingers. “Please… I want it. I want both of you inside me at the same time.”

Patrick pulled his fingers out, lined his cock up with your ass, and pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, while Art kept his cock buried deep in your pussy. The stretch was obscene, overwhelming, filthy. You felt impossibly full, stuffed in both holes at once.

“Fuck,” Patrick groaned, bottoming out in your ass. “So goddamn tight. Feel that, baby? Feel how full you are with both our cocks inside you?”

Art rocked his hips, thrusting shallowly in your pussy. “You’re taking us so well. Such a perfect little fucktoy. Two cocks stretching both your holes while the whole Easter party is right outside.”

They started moving together, one thrusting in while the other pulled out, setting a devastating rhythm that had you sobbing with pleasure. Patrick’s hand wrapped around your throat. Art’s fingers pinched and slapped your clit. The wet, obscene sounds of both holes being fucked filled the cabana.

“Listen to them out there,” Patrick grunted, slamming into your ass harder. “They’re laughing and hunting eggs while we’re double-stuffing our little bunny. You love it, don’t you? Love being our secret Easter whore.”

“Yes- oh god- I love it,” you cried out, voice wrecked. “Fuck both my holes- fill me up- breed me-”

Art’s thrusts grew faster. “Gonna fill this pussy again. Gonna pump you so full you’ll be leaking us down your thighs during the group photo.”

Patrick growled in your ear. “And I’m gonna flood this tight ass. You’re going to feel our cum dripping out of both holes at the same time, baby.”

You came harder than you ever had, squirting around Art’s cock while your ass clenched violently around Patrick. The orgasm tore through you so intensely you saw stars.

Patrick followed first, burying himself deep in your ass and flooding you with hot, thick ropes of cum. “Take it- take every drop in your ass- good fucking girl.”

Art came seconds later, groaning as he pumped your pussy full again, adding to the mess already inside you.

The three of you were still locked together, breathing hard and covered in sweat and cum, when the sound of footsteps approached the cabana.

A cheerful voice called out from just outside the curtain. “Hey, is anyone in there? We’re doing the big group egg hunt photo and we’re missing a few people!”

Patrick’s hand clamped over your mouth instantly, his cock still buried deep in your ass, still twitching and leaking the last of his load. Art’s eyes widened with dark delight as he stayed buried in your cum-filled pussy.

“Don’t make a sound, baby,” Patrick whispered, voice low and filthy. “Let them wait while you’re still stuffed with both our cocks and dripping our cum from both holes.”

The voice outside called again, closer. “Hello? We need everyone for the alumni photo! It’ll only take a minute!”

Art rocked his hips once, shallow and teasing, pushing his cum deeper into your pussy while Patrick’s cock shifted in your ass. “Feel that? Still so full. Still leaking. They’re standing right outside and you’re our double-creampied little whore.”

You whimpered behind Patrick’s palm as another small aftershock rolled through you, pussy and ass clenching around both cocks.

The person outside laughed. “Alright, hurry up! Don’t want to miss the group photo!”

As soon as the footsteps retreated, Patrick slowly pulled out of your ass, watching with filthy satisfaction as his cum leaked from your stretched hole and mixed with Art’s load dripping from your pussy. Art kissed you softly, then smirked against your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now let’s go take that photo… with both our loads still running down your thighs.”

Patrick leaned in and pressed one last filthy kiss to your mouth. “Best Easter ever?”

You laughed shakily, body still trembling, pussy and ass pulsing with aftershocks.

SINCE NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT.

Let’s all just take a moment to appreciate that Alastor is wearing his suit from the pilot in this flashback. 10 out of 10.

Another thing I noticed-just like in the pilot- Alastor’s knuckles are red here. ⬆️ Also- oddly enough- Alastor’s fingers remain the same shade of black until you reach the tips of his claws.

But that’s not the case in this scene from the same episode. ⬇️

Is the change an animation oversight? Or does our beloved deer occasionally wear black & red gloves for a little extra pizzazz?

His hair is the same. But I theorize that Rosie has been cutting it for him this whole time and she refuses to style it any other way. (This is just one of the many reasons he NEEDS to escape his terrible deal.)

That’s all I’ve got. I’ve made other posts on this scene, if you’re looking for comments on the plot.