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rhiannonsknife · 3 days ago

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cant stop thinking about r catching melissa and shauna in shauna’s hut after they kissed for the first time. maybe reader has been suspicious for a while and then catches melissa sneaking out one night. naturally they follow her after she doesn’t come back inside, walking in on the two….and maybe instead of getting kicked out r joins them…? IDK I NEED THEM BOTH !!

could i be 🕯️ anon?

my first shaunahat request, i know that’s right!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ nsfw content below the cut so mdni!!

you‘ve noticed it for a while now: the way shauna and melissa always seem to disappear at the same time. how they exchange glances across the fire, how melissa has started looking at shauna with something different in her eyes, something you’re sure wasn’t there before.

you’ve told yourself you’re imagining things, and that it doesn’t have to mean anything, and it’s just the paranoia of being trapped out here for so long. but then, late one night, you catch melissa slipping out of your shared hut.

it must be long past midnight when you hear her move beside you. there’s the sound of her shifting against the rough blanket, then the faint creak of her rising to sit up.

melissa pauses, making sure no one has stirred. you keep your eyes shut as you feel her leaning toward you, hovering for a second. she whispers your name, then waits for a reaction. you keep your breathing steady and even, faking sleep until she steps over you.

only when her back is turned to you, do you open your eyes just enough to see her slipping through the door out into the night.

minutes pass and melissa doesn’t return. she has done this before, too: disappearing in the middle of the night, always under the guise of needing air, but lately, the absence of her has started to feel too intentional.

finally, you push yourself up, slipping from your hut as quietly as melissa had, keeping to the trees as you trail after her through the dark.

the path to shauna’s hut is one you’ve seen her take before, always carefully casting quick glances over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching. when you reach it, you position yourself at just the right angle to remain unseen. like this, you can peer inside without giving yourself away. with the moon almost full up in the sky, the light casts long slivers into the hut, illuminating the interior.

you hear it before you spot them: the quiet gasp, a rustle of movement, and melissa’s voice: “oh, shauna-” her words spill out, then morph into an incoherent sound that makes your stomach curl up in knots. she's moaning.

in the dark, you can make out the silhouette of shauna, who has melissa pressed against the rough wooden wall. their lips are pressed together and she clutches at shauna’s shirt, fingers grabbing so tightly she might tear through the fabric.

their breathy gasps fill the small space, their mouths hardly doing anything to swallow the obscene noise.

it takes a moment for the full picture to come together: they’re not just kissing, though their lips keep crashing together hungrily. as your gaze dips lower, you realize shauna’s hand is shoved down the front of melissa’s pants, moving back and forth erratically. she’s drawing more strangled gasps from melissa to the rhythm of her thrusts.

the sight should make you feel sick. it should make you angry. but instead of pure jealousy, there’s something else taking hold: it isn’t just wanting melissa, or just wanting shauna. it’s both. it’s the way melissa melts against shauna’s touch, the way shauna grips her waist like she owns her. you don’t know who you’d rather be.

— nsfw below, minors go away!!

shauna, who is the first to notice you.

the second she hears your quiet gasp, she lunges, yanking her hand free from melissa to reach for the knife at her side. her response immediate as she forces you to stumble inside so she can cage you in between her and the hut's makeshift walls. there’s no time to react, just the sudden sensation of wood scraping against your shoulder blades. “shauna-“

“you tell anyone,” she snarls, her pupils blown wide “and i swear to fucking god-“ the blade speaks for itself, pressing against your throat, shauna’s knuckles white around the handle.

melissa is slower to react, still catching her breath and pulling her pants back into place behind shauna, though she stops her from going too far.

she doesn’t look as surprised to see you as she should. if anything, there’s something almost sympathetic in the way she watches you now, like she’s been exactly where you are, pressed up against shauna's knife.

“shauna,” she murmurs, placing a hand over shauna’s trembling one. to your absolute shock, shauna listens. she doesn’t let go yet, but she eases up, her grip loosening. you don’t know how melissa does that, how she actually gets through to her in a way no one else has.

“how much did you see?” shauna demands. when you don’t answer right away, she grabs you by the cheeks, making you look at her. “how much?”

melissa, you notice, is the opposite: where shauna’s touch is rough, hers is gentle, so contrary to the blade against your skin. “we don’t have to fight,” she says persuasively.

shauna who’s not as easily convinced...

…not yet, anyway. she watches you, eyes scanning your face for signs of fear. she doesn’t find any. what she does find is the ragged pace of your breath, and the shiver running down your spine. her head tilts and you can see the exact moment understanding clicks into place. “you liked it, didn’t you?” your lips part but, once again, your voice fails you. it is as much confirmation as a verbal response would've been, because either way you don’t deny it fast enough. she glances sideways at melissa then, something passing between them. unlike shauna, melissa doesn’t need to threaten you to see: she felt your body tense when she touched your hand, the way you flinched, not out of fear or revulsion, but desire. knowing that makes her smile. “it’s okay,” she murmurs as she steps in closer. “you don’t have to lie, we don’t have to make a big deal out of it,” melissa looks from you to shauna. “right?”

it’s only then that you realize how close the three of you are, how melissa’s fingers have found yours and how shauna’s gaze has darkened, considering…

shauna who’s the first to touch you.

it starts with a rough grip on your jaw, so you're looking up at her again. at the same time, melissa’s fingers skim up your arm, throwing you off balance. shauna doesn’t waste another moment. she doesn’t hesitate, she just takes, guiding your mouth against hers.

she is so demanding that forces you to the tips of your toes just to keep up. after a short press of lips, she sinks her teeth into your bottom lip hard. you wince, a sharp gasp escaping, and she takes that too, prying your mouth open to slip her tongue inside. melissa makes a surprised sound, her hold around your biceps tightening as she stands and stares.

when shauna pulls away, it’s not because she’s done with you…

…but because she wants to watch, to see what you’ll do, and how you’ll react when she isn’t the one taking from you. she tilts your chin, turns your head, handing you off like you’re something to be shared.

melissa is different from the start.

she doesn’t grab at you or force her way in like shauna did. instead, she waits, lets the moment linger before closing the distance. her mouth moves more curious than demanding. shauna had kissed you like she was staking a claim, whereas melissa kisses feel like she’s studying your every move, testing the way you fit against her. from your left, shauna hums low in approval.

shauna tries to wait, she really does.

for all of a second, she allows melissa to take her time with you and ease you into this with coaxing kisses. but shauna isn’t exactly patient, she never was. and when melissa lingers, and her lips move against yours too gently, when her hands don’t grab but ask, she can’t stand to be nothing but a spectator. shauna huffs, and shoves her away before she can deepen the kiss.

she fists a hand in your shirt, yanking you back toward herself. her teeth nip at your lips, not letting you process the shift. melissa sighs against your skin, unfazed, her hands sliding lower to brace you as shauna pulls you further into her grasp. if she won't share, melissa will simply move on.

she leans down, letting her mouth find the curve of your jaw instead, trailing lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your throat, your pulse point, everywhere shauna's lips cannot reach as she is practically devouring your mouth.

melissa starts kissing down your body while shauna takes her place behind you.

your knees nearly give out when the blonde between your legs gives your pants a tug, exposing the wet patch on your underwear. “holy shit,” she mutters in awe, just as shauna’s fingers reach underneath the hem of your shirt, cupping your bare breasts. she’s not gentle with it, her thumb and forefinger squeezing your nipples harshly. your head falls back against her shoulder and she nips at the side of your neck. on the ground before you, melissa kneels, kissing your cloth-covered cunt teasingly, pressing her lips to where your clit is.

that’s how you find yourself sitting between shauna’s legs, with melissa’s head buried between your thighs for the first time.

melissa eats you out like she’s kissed you: careful and curious, watching out for your reactions. shauna, on the other hand, is still leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your neck and occasionally forces melissa back by the hair to look down at her face, your arousal smeared all over its lower half.

“she’s good at that, isn’t she?” she rasps into your ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“mhm,” you whine with both eyes closed, unsure where to put your hands now that you’ve got all of their attention on you, your pain and pleasure their only focus. “tell her, then!” shauna instructs, grabbing a fistful of melissa’s hair so she’s looking up at the two of you. “tell her she’s good”

and it doesn’t end with you cumming all over melissa’s mouth.

when you do, though, it’s loud and shameless: shauna has to clamp a hand over your mouth so you won’t wake the others as you rut yourself across melissa’s tongue. “shut up,” she hisses. “shut up, shut up, shut up!” the harshness of her tone is what sends you over the edge and makes your body go rigid, spread legs trembling around melissa’s head.

you hardly get any time to recover either. when melissa crawls up your body to lean in for a kiss, shauna is already repositioning you. after a brief taste of yourself on melissa’s tongue, she forces you around, ass up and head down in the other girl's lap.

“let’s see how much you can fucking take!” you hear shauna from behind, her fingers reaching around to push into your waiting mouth. melissa combs her own through your hair soothingly, murmuring: “you can take more, can’t you?” as if you're not nearly gagging on shauna.

when she pushes into you, she moans like she can actually feel your walls greedily sucking her fingers in deeper. your head presses down to stifle your own noises, but shauna is not having any of it: she jerks you back by the hair so you’re looking up at melissa as she fucks you with a sharp: ‘look at her’.

your eyes roll back and melissa cups your cheeks, holding your face. her thumbs trace your parted lips, so you close them around it instinctively, drawing a gasp from her as you start to suck.

it becomes a thing, after that. something none of you ever really acknowledge, but something that sticks all the same.

it starts with stolen moments. melissa lingers when she touches you, shauna watches you across camp when she thinks nobody is paying attention.

sometimes it’s just one of them, like melissa curling up against you in the dead of night, her hands searching under shared blankets, or shauna cornering you in the woods, pressing you up against a tree just because she can.

and sometimes, like that first time, it’s both of them: shauna’s hands keeping you still while melissa soothes the marks she leaves behind. melissa’s thighs on either side of your head as she moves back and forth on your face with shauna towering above her. shauna’s blade against your throat while she's the one riding your thigh and melissa kisses her neck from behind. (and what if i said riding melissa’s fingers after shauna ate you out, just for her to stand over you and watch, spitting in your mouth so you can have a taste.......?)

#shaunahat Ღ #˙🔞 ̟ !! mdni #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman x you #melissa yellowjackets #melissa yellowjackets x reader #melissa yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #🕯️ anon

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gothcsz · 7 hours ago

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You are a vision bathed in gold, draped in silk so sheer it whispers against your dark brown skin.

Gems glisten along your body, catching the torchlight as you move, your thick curls cascading down your back, perfumed with jasmine and frankincense.

Laughter and music fill the grand hall of the villa, yet you hear none of it. Your pulse thrums with anticipation, your eyes lined in kohl scanning the shadows beyond the revelry.

He is waiting.

General Marcus Acacius is a man carved from war itself—broad-shouldered and towering, his presence alone commands obedience. His skin bears the marks of battle, scars that whisper of wars fought in faraway lands, of blood spilled in the name of Rome.

His face, chiseled like a statue of Mars, is hardened with years of discipline, but his chestnut brown eyes soften when they fall upon you.

To the world, he is unshakable, a warrior bound by duty. But here, in the hidden corridors of this villa, beneath the moonlight and your touch, he is simply a man who burns for you.

When he reaches for you, his fingers, calloused from wielding a sword, trace the delicate gold jewelry that adorns the length of your arm. “You glow like the dawn,” he murmurs, voice thick with longing. “And yet, I can only worship you at dusk.”

You shiver when his lips find the curve of your shoulder, his breath igniting a fire beneath your skin. You arch into him, clunky bracelets chiming with the movement, your body yielding to the one man who should not have you but does regardless.

By day, you are a nomadic dancer, traversing the world with a handful of other women. An exotic prize meant to entertain Rome’s elite. They watch you sway, eyes hungry, but it is only Marcus who truly sees you.

He watches with a gaze that devours, his hands clenching as you move, knowing he will claim you when the night swallows the city whole.

But time is a cruel mistress. Rome will call him back to war soon, and you will be left with only the memory of his touch, the ghost of his kisses upon your skin.

Still, you do not resist him. When his lips capture yours, you taste wine and yearning, his devotion searing through you. “For you, I would steal the stars,” he vows against your lips, and though you know it is folly, you believe him.

Tonight, you will love him as if the Gods themselves have turned away, as if fate is not already weaving your undoing.

Let the city have him in the light.

Here, in the shadows, he is yours.

#pedro pascal #general marcus acacius #marcus acacias x reader #marcus acacius x you #gladiator ii #marcus acacius fanfiction #marcus acacius fic #🕯️ moodboards #made for a fic i’ll never write 🫠#see how easy it is to be inclusive?#divider credit in source <3

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