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hyuny-bunny · 2 months ago

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seasons // series

summary: your bestfriend minho just wants you to see how desperately in love he is with you

warnings: fmc, use of she/her/hers, speculum, obgyn procedures, cussing, mentions of knotting and heat, omegaverse au

part ii here

There was something so uncomfortable about being in an OBGYN’s exam room. Maybe it was the sterile and cold feelings of the rooms or the stirrups that resembled some sort of fucked up medieval torture device. Don’t even get started on the cold metal of a speculum, how far medicine has come, and yet there was no technological evolution that had been made yet that would make the entire experience of a vaginal exam any easier. Sitting up straight in the exam chair and waiting for the doctor to come back was nerve-racking, the small voice in your head that was screaming at you that you were perfectly fine was being drowned by the humming of the doctors' office and fluorescent lights above your head. When your doctor finally walked in with the manilla folder that held your results, you let out a small sigh you didn't realize you had been holding. She sits in front of you on a stool, blue jeans accompanied by a blue stripped shirt and her lab coat. She was fairly young for a doctor, but it brought comfort and reassurance when you first became her patient. Her glasses were pushed back on her face, tortoise shell frames complimented her eyes and brunette hair.

“Well your results looked good, you tested negative for any sexual transmitted disease or viruses. You’re the picture perfect ideal for someone your age but I do have one concern with your results.”

Well fuck.

“You said your last heat cycle was about a week ago but your pheromones are too high for my comfort. Are you spending these heat cycles with an alpha or anyone at all?”

You tense at the question knowing that the answer you’ll give will be less than satisfactory.

“No, I’m not mated and I’m not seeing anyone… I’ve…” You pause as she gives a sympathetic look of encouragement to finish the sentence. “I have been with anyone in the last year and a half so I’ve been spending my heat cycles alone or… taking heat suppresents.”

You can see the gears turning, if she was shocked or appalled by the idea of you taking heat suppressants at your ripe age of 23, she didn't show it. She clears her throat as she begins to speak.

“While there is nothing innately wrong with ‘heat suppresents’ it does present an issue that someone at your age who has been sexually active in the past is trying to suppress those cycles. For young teen girls at 16 to 19, it's perfectly okay, their bodies can handle the postponement until they choose to become active. For someone like you, it's like to trying to put the lid on a boiling pot of water thinking it’ll bring down the heat but it will only make things hotter to the point that it overflows.” She pauses to check that you’re following along. “That’s what they do to your pheromones, your body will eventually become resistant to the suppressants and cause your body to go in overdrive to compensate for what it's missing.”

You knew this was a possibility but being smacked in the face by the reality of it made all that more unfortunate.

“So what do I do?” She takes a moment to let out a sigh she had been holding as well.

“Find someone to spend these heat cycles with. Neglecting your body of the one thing it needs naturally will only create more problems down the road.”

Getting fucked was one thing but getting knotted because your body needed it was an entirely different thing. You cant help the groan that escapes you.

“By no means am I telling you to go find the one person who you will mate with for the rest of your life, but at the very least find someone who can offer you support during these cycles. I’ve heard wonderful things from other patients about these apps-”

“I’ve tried those alpha finder apps… I won’t give the nitty-gritty details but my experience was the most unfortunate of them.”

She tenses her eyebrows.

“For the next 6 months, find someone to spend your heat’s with and let your body detox the suppressants. If in 6 months, you haven't found a healthy solution, we will come up with a new plan. Okay?”

You can’t help the look of despair and defeat on your face but you give in reluctantly.

“Okay.”

“Good, I’ll send in a nurse to give you your birth control shot before you leave and set up the next check-up.”

“Thank you, Doctor Kim.” She gives you a soft smile before the nurse comes in to give you your shot.

It had been about 2 years since you dumped your ex and over a year with no sex. With the gravity of your situation looming over your head, you call your closest confidant and friend, Felix.

“Hello?”

“I’m gonna fling myself down a set of stairs” He chuckles at your response.

“So what happened?”

“In short, my doctor said I needed to get knotted and share my heat cyclces with someone. Had to resist the urge to go on a rant about how every alpha I know is misogynistic shit that only cares about getting a knot in with no regard for the omega they’re with. She even so much as suggested those omega seeker apps…”

“Oh don’t be so pouty, you know those heat suppressants were bound to catch up eventually.” He was right, he had said it from the start and ever since.

“What am I gonna do?” You ask almost a bit pathetically.

“Why don’t you ask Minho hyung?”

“Why would I ask him when I’m talking you?’ You ask in genuine confusion but you can hear Felix role his eyes.

“Because he’s an alpha dummy. I’m sure if you asked he would help you.”

“I can’t ask him!”

Minho was your childhood friend and childhood crush. You two were next-door neighbors, spending every moment together, almost to the point that most people thought you were dating. It was a natural assumption for as much time as you spent together. It was a shock the day you learned he had presented as an alpha as much of his family and you had assumed he would present as a beta given his family’s long-standing streak of male betas. He stepped into the role with ease, he had gotten stronger in build and grew into his features, something about his eyes remained boyish in an endearing way that made your heart flutter every time. Much of his family and your own thought the two of you would end up together after you had presented as an omega, what a shock it was to them when had brought his first girlfriend home that wasn’t you. Much like you, he didn’t have the greatest track history in dating, he had only had two girlfriends that were semi-serious.

“Why not? For as long as you two have been friends, I’d think you’d be comfortable enough to ask him..”

“I can’t ask him… besides I’m pretty sure he has an omega side piece that he spends his ruts with so I’m sure he’s got that going for himself already.” It didn’t bother you but a part of you held a sliver of jealousy for whoever that omega might be.

“I can poke around and find out if you want?”

“No… It’s alright.” Felix was the only person who knew how much you pined over Minho.

“Suit yourself. You know, come to think of it, theres a club not too far from campus that does Omega Night, might be good stomping grounds for you to start?”

“Sounds like a nightmare… You think Han will come?”

“Already asking” He says a little too proud of himself.

“You're the best Lix.”

“I know! Talk to you soon.”

He hangs up the phone as you wait in the lobby of the doctor’s office as you wait for Minho to pick you up. He comes into the clinic to make sure you're okay and walk you to his car, you can’t help clenching your teeth seeing the girls inside fawn over him as he walks you out.

“How did it go?”

“Good… Mostly.” He you to the passenger side as he cocks an eyebrow at your response.

“What does that mean?” You sigh as he asks the question.

“In short my doctor said I need to find someone to spend my heat cycles with.”

There was a small pause before his head whipped around, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite detect.

“As in..?’ “As in she wants me to get knotted.”

“Oh… So what's the plan?” His response was only slightly fazed and maybe it was the suddenness of the answer to his question or maybe it was the fact that his mind ran wild at the idea of you finally looking to him to be the one to help you through your heats.

“I’m not sure, it's not like I have an assortment of alpha’s on speed dial to help me but Felix suggested that maybe I try seeing whats out there for me, we’re supposed to go out Saturday night for ‘Omega Night’. I despise the idea but I’m running out of options.”

He pauses for a moment thinking about the possibility of you going home with another alpha, someone who was just looking for a quick fuck with no regard to your aftercare or even caring about your overall well-being. “Just you and Felix?” His hand grips the steering wheel tighter as he tries to hold himself back from shouting ‘PICK ME! CHOOSE ME!’ until you finally got the hint that he would do anything to be the one to care for you the way you deserved if you gave him the chance.

“No Han is coming to, we might convince Changbin to play pretend body guard if needed.”

Just ask me

“Do you want me to go? I’ve heard some horror stories of pushy alphas at those clubs.”

While true that he has heard these stories, its mostly been told to him by classmates sharing their wild times.

“No it’s okay. I know you don’t really care for the whole club scene anyways.”

But I care about you god damn it.

He lets out a small huff and hum, finally pulling up to your apartment complex. It was one of the nicer ones around the University neighborhood. He parks the car getting off to open your door.

“Do you want to come up? We can hang out for a bit.” You ask him looking at him with those sweet eyes, he shouldn’t.

“No, I got some errands to run but I’ll call you tonight. Get some rest you look a little tired.”

He pushes back a strand of hair from your face tucking it behind your ear, it never fails to make your heart flutter. He’d done it so often it shouldn’t have phased you but it did.

“Oh yeah, um, call me later then,” His hand smooths your cheek as he pulls away reluctantly, and you turn to make your way toward your apartment. It took every bit of self-restraint from him to not call after you, to not walk you up to your place, to not take you up the stairs, toss you down, and spend hours making you scream his name.

He calls Changbin as he pulls away from your place.

“Changbin,”

“What��s up?”

“Felix and Y/N are gonna call you to ask if you’ll go out with them tomorrow night and I need you to go.”

“What? Why don’t you go?”

“She didn’t ask me, but I need you to go and make sure she doesn’t go home with anyone let alone some fucking asshole that wants a quick knot.”

part ii

#skz smut #skz scenarios #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #skz x you #hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #lee know x reader #lee know smut #lee know imagines

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narxcisse · 4 months ago

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★ — I Wish I Was Your Girl

Pairing: MH!Viktor x GN!Reader

CW: Angst, hurt without comfort, no happy ending, unrequited love

English isn't my native language

The metallic hum of Viktor’s laboratory was an all-encompassing presence. The rhythmic ticking of gears, the occasional flicker of artificial light, and the cold sterility of the environment were as constant as the man—or machine—who inhabited it. You stood at the edge of his sanctum, feeling out of place amidst the towering machinery and data readouts that likely made more sense to him than human emotion ever could.

Your voice was soft, barely rising above the whirring mechanisms. "Viktor... I think I need to leave."

The Machine Herald barely paused, his glowing eye swiveling in your direction. “Leave? You’ve spoken of this before, yet you remain. Explain.”

You swallowed, the weight of the past three years crashing over you. Touring the shattered continents, trailing behind Viktor as he spread his gospel of evolution and perfection. You didn’t regret it—how could you? He was brilliant, mesmerizing even in his cold, calculated way. But you were only human, and humans break.

“Do I need to explain?” you whispered. “You’re not blind to how… hollow I’ve felt.”

Viktor turned fully toward you, his towering frame casting a shadow that felt more oppressive than comforting. "You humans rely too much on feelings, on fleeting notions of inadequacy. They only hinder progress. You are not hollow; you are simply inefficient."

The words stung more than they should have. Three years at his side, years of chasing his approval, and this was all he saw you as—inefficient.

“I wish I was more to you,” you murmured, your voice cracking. “I wish I was... something.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Viktor tilted his head, as though analyzing you like a broken machine. "Your companionship has been a statistical anomaly. Useful at times, distracting at others. But sentimentality... is illogical."

It wasn’t the answer you wanted, but it was the one you expected. You took a shaky step toward him. “You never stop, do you? Always creating, always perfecting. But what about the things you and I will never do?”

“Things we will never do are irrelevant,” he stated plainly. “What matters is what can be achieved now, in the present.”

You laughed bitterly, rubbing at your eyes. "Then why do you let me stay? What purpose does keeping me around serve?"

His pause was uncharacteristic, almost imperceptible, but you noticed it. The faint hum of his augmented body filled the space between you.

“I have... no explanation,” he admitted finally. “Your presence has become routine, a constant variable. Disrupting it would—” He stopped, his mechanical fingers twitching. “It would be noticeable.”

Your heart twisted. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even care. It was habit.

Tears welled in your eyes, but you forced a smile. “Late at night, when you’re lost in your work, I wonder if you ever think about me the way I think about you. I wonder if you even could.”

Viktor stepped closer, his towering frame a mix of cold steel and faint humanity. “What you wish for is impossible. My mind has ascended beyond such frivolities. And yet…” His voice dropped into a softer hum, almost a whisper. “...there is a strange sense of loss at the thought of your absence. Illogical, but... real.”

You reached out, your hand brushing against the cold metal of his arm. It was ironic—he didn’t feel, and yet his words cut deeper than anything you’d ever known.

“I wish I was yours,” you said, barely audible. “But I’m not. And I never will be.”

His glowing eye flickered, and for a moment, you thought he might say something, anything to make you stay. Instead, he stood there, silent and still.

You stepped back, the weight of the years dragging behind you. “Goodbye, Viktor.”

As you turned to leave, his voice followed, flat but tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “Your inefficiency will be missed.”

The door closed behind you, and for the first time, Viktor stood alone in his lab, his machinery humming, his thoughts uncharacteristically scattered.

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hexb0nes · 2 months ago

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Hallowed Be Thy Name

word count: 4.2k

pairing: machine herald!viktor x cultist!reader

contains: cults, ritual sacrifice, blood, hematophagy (consumption of another's blood), kidnapping/being held hostage, mass murder, arson, virgin!reader, viktor fucks reader in his final evolution form, monster fucking?, sexy time with an eldritch horror, marking (viktor burns a sigil into reader), cunnilingus, monster cock, tummy bulge, fucking on an altar, dacryphilia, tongue fucking, mating press, cervix bruising, praise, getting fucked dumb, aphrodisiacs, somewhat psychedelic and ritualistic sex, rough sex, there's a happy ending (sorta)

summary: your commune worships the machine herald, your god. yet, his power and ability to aid the commune has begun to diminish. only you, a virginal sacrifice, can replenish his divinity.

a/n: this is probably my most graphic fic to this date, it borders into dark content territory so scroll away if you don't wanna interact with this!

You’re their sacrifice.

Your small commune relies on the gratitude and care from an old forgotten God, one made of machine with the divinity to heal. They call him the Machine Herald, praising him for his divine interventions. Nearly all of the commune has been infused with the Machine Herald’s healing machine, gold and white swirls on past injuries and disorders.

It’s only with the recent generation–your generation–that the Machine Herald’s power has dwindled. Otherworldly forces have tampered with his divinity, threatening him into extinction. Through the body of the commune’s medium, the Machine Herald proposes a solution to regain his power and aid the commune; he demands a vessel, a body untainted by his influence, he requires the vessel to be pure and able to withstand the transfer of his divinity onto them.

You’re the daughter of the commune’s apothecary, an obedient sweetheart who always helps her parents. Whether they need a new herb from across the river or assistance with grinding up a powder for a new concoction, you do without command. The commune hails you as a valued member, a gift to their community.

The perfect sacrifice their God desires.

You stand before the altar in the commune’s holy center, candles lit around the pews in the shape of the Machine Herald’s sigil. Dressed in flowing white silk, you adorn a golden crown made of broken off machinery from loved ones long past. You keep your hands clasped together in prayer, as the rest of the commune awaits for the ceremony to start.

Cassandra, the commune medium, approaches the altar and steps behind it. She sets down a series of offerings to the God; a bottle of wine, two pomegranates, and a golden bowl. Cassandra extends her hands out and the commune members rise from their seats, “Esteemed loved ones, those blessed by The Herald and those awaiting His touch, your presence today will be historical.”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, ready to spill down your rosy cheeks. Cassandra directs the commune to sit back down and once settled, she barnishes a knife and sets it down on the altar, “For the first time since our home’s founding, one of our own will make full contact with The Herald!” gasps and cheers erupt through the holy center, “To become His vessel, to become one with His Glory!’

You attempt to plead for your freedom, but the excited shouts and yells from the commune drown out your voice. While kneeling at the altar, your feet are bound with hemp rope, preventing your escape. Although you are an obedient girl like all say, you couldn’t do this; you cannot lose your mind and body to a higher being like so. This isn’t your choice.

“Let us begin,” you peer up at the medium while she speaks. Cassandra picks up the knife and slices her hand open, crimson blood leaking from the wound. With the blood, she draws The Herald’s sigil on the canvass behind her. She then moves back to the altar and holds her bleeding hand over the golden bowl, filling it up with blood.

“Here,” she hands the bowl of blood to you, “Drink up and summon Our Glorious Herald.”

Your hands shake and nearly drop the bowl. You debate what would happen if you did, but you have a feeling it would only end poorly. With tears rolling down your cheeks, you hold up the bowl to Cassandra and whimper, “Pl- Please, don’t make me- me do this!”

Cassandra squats to your level and wipes away the tears from your cheeks, “Oh, sweet child, it’s okay,” she reassures you, “I did the same ceremony before, when I became The Herald’s Voice. You will be okay,” she takes the bowl and presses the rim to your lips, “You will be okay, sweet child.”

You take the bowl from her hands and part your lips, slowly and painfully drinking the blood. Its metallic taste makes you want to vomit, but Cassandra prevents you from so, steadying the bowl with her hands. Once finished, you rip your mouth off the bowl and cough up some of the blood; it rolls down your chin and drips onto your chest.

“You’ve done excellently, sweet child,” the commune medium praises you. She returns to the altar and grabs the wine, “To cleanse your pallet,” she hums, handing you the bottle. You eagerly drink it all up, desperate to rid your mouth from the taste of blood. Your skin suddenly heats up, your face burning and your core throbbing. You whine softly at the sensation and clench your thighs together, “What’s… happening…” you find yourself slurring words, as your vision blurs.

“We’re almost done, sweet child,” you hear Cassandra’s voice call out to you. Someone approaches you from behind and swoops you up from the stairs of the altar. They walk up to the altar and gently set you down in the center, “I’m sorry, honey.”

You recognize that voice, your father’s

“Daddy!” you cry out to him, “Please, don’t let them do this! This will kill me, Daddy!”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes back a sob, “It’s what The Glorious One demands.”

You try to yell, but Cassandra shoves one of the pomegranates into your mouth, your teeth digging into its skin. In addition to your bound feet, someone binds your hands together and ties your waist around the altar. Cassandra places the final pomegranate in your bound hands and exclaims, “Behold, Our Glorious Herald, may He bless you with His Divinity!”

The holy center rumbles, the echoes of a thunderstorm rattling the foundation. Cassandra’s mouth suddenly hinks open, her jaw snapping off its joints and unleashing a blinding light. Screams of terror and panic pierce throughout the holy center, as you regain clearer sight.

Cassandra turns to face you, her eyes pure black and leaking bloody tears. A permanent smile is fixed on her face, her teeth unnaturally sharp and pointy. Your wails are muffled by the pomegranate in your mouth, as the creature descends onto you. Puppetering Cassandra’s body, the unholy creature hovers over your face, saliva and blood dripping onto your face.

“A… good… choice…” the creature speaks through Cassandra’s voice, pitched low and fuzzy like radio static, “I… will… cherish… you…” the creature grabs at your neck and pins you down, rendering you incompletely immobile, “Let’s… go… home.”

The holy center suddenly explodes, burning away the pews and the people inside. You, however, are witnessing this through a different realm, horrified. Helpless, you can only watch, as the fire from the holy center ravages through the entire commune, burning down buildings and scorching the bodies of commune members. In the aftermath of the fires, the remains of the commune reek of death and despair.

You fall to your knees and sob into your hands, “God, why… Why, why, why…”

“Divine punishment,” an accented voice speaks to you. Turning around, you’re able to take in your surroundings, a cosmos of stardust. You look at your body, an astral projection of yourself merging with the realm. There’s a sofa floating in the air above you and a man with sharp cheekbones and ruffled hair peers over, “Hello.”

Your body tells you to scream, but an odd sense of peace washes over you at the sight of the beautiful man. He snaps his fingers and the sofa vanishes before he floats down to your level, “Your medium betrayed your community,” he states.

“What?” your stomach–or whatever organ you have in this astral plane–churns.

The man floats closer to you, his white hair glowing with a blue tint. He has thick eyebrows, a few moles scattered about his face, and a hooked nose. His eyes shine a sweet honey amber hue. When he speaks, his voice vibrates through your rib cage and squeezes your heart with an unfamiliar feeling, “She failed to follow my instructions, she forced you to drink her blood in an effort to join in our union.”

Nausea bubbles up and you gag, covering your mouth with your hand. The man hovers around you, swimming aimlessly through the waves of the cosmos, “There was no way to prevent the fires when she signed the agreement; her failure to adhere to the contract triggered this.”

“Is everyone dead?” you ask, your voice meek as a mouse.

“Only those manipulated by my intervention,” the strange man answers, “Your generation was spared, they shouldn’t have to suffer because of the selfishness of the older generation,” his eyes shift through a kaleidoscope of colors, “May they rebuild a better community from the ashes.”

The gears in your mind click together, “You’re The Herald.”

“Indeed,” he hums, extending a hand out to you, “But my human name was Viktor.”

“Viktor,” you say his name, it rolls off your tongue effortlessly, “Pretty name,” you add on when you accept his hand. He smiles at you, affection twinkling in his eyes, “Pretty like you.”

Your cheeks turn a shade of pink, hiding your flustered state now unavoidable. Viktor chuckles at your state and tugs on your hand, “Allow me to show you around,” you allow Viktor to guide through the endless abyss of stardust. The heartbeat of the cosmos calls out to you, thumping and thumping. You’re awestruck by the astral plane, “This is amazing.”

“I agree,” Viktor chimes in. With his free hand, he snatches up some stardust and manipulates its form, producing a rose. He hands you the rose with a small smile, timid and sweet like a schoolboy asking his crush out, “For you, my dear.”

“T- Thank you,” you stammer and happily take the rose. You admire it between your fingers, an otherworldly creation. The rose slips from your fingers and returns to the cosmos as stardust, “Can we leave here?”

“Yes,” answers Viktor. He lets go of your hand and an unusual sadness washes over you, the brightness of your astral form dimming, “I’ve remained in this realm for far too long, but we can leave whenever you desire.”

“Do I still have a body?” your eyes wide with panic.

“Yes, yes!” Viktor reassures you, “It lays dormant on the altar, untouched.”

“What about you? Where’s your body?” you inquire.

Viktor’s cheeks tint pink at your questioning, “I do,” he answers, “But it’s not human.”

“Oh,” you frown, “What happened to your human body?”

“I shed it for the sake of evolution,” he intertwines a bony finger with a strand of your hair, playing with it mindlessly, “Yet, the only human part left of me remains trapped in the astral plane,” he drapes his free hand over your shoulder “I hope to regain access to it, hence my request for a vessel.”

You narrow your eyes at Viktor, “Are you gonna take my body?”

“No!” he retorts, “I need to connect myself to a vessel to absorb enough human essence to reform my human body,” the pink in his cheeks darkens, “I prefer not to possess your body for this process. I have a different method in mind.”

You blink at Viktor, curiosity evident in your doe-like eyes. The god’s cheeks redden and his eyes shift from amber to light pink, “Absorption through intercourse, the physical connection of two bodies as one, the most human way.”

You pull back from Viktor, your astral form glowing with various hues of red and pink, “Oh!” you’re unable to come up with a response, the idea of losing your virginity to such a pretty man–no, he’s a divine being, for fuck’s sake–makes you shudder with anticipation. You take a few moments to calm down, your astral form returning to its bluish white hue, and float back to Viktor.

“Is your true form scary?” you bit your bottom lip with nerves. Viktor offers you a reassuring pat on the cheek, “Likely, but I promise that I will not hurt you,” he touches his forehead against yours, “Will you do me this honor?”

“I- I-” your pulse quickens at his request. You could say no, you could, but you can’t. Something comes over you, a painful need for his touch. Viktor’s words have you in a trance, your mind going fuzzy and warm. You want to please him, to please your God, anyway you could.

“Yes, My Herald,” the desire to submit and devote yourself wholeheartedly shoves any logic, reason, and fear out of your mind.

“Good girl.”

No longer are you in the astral plane, but back on the altar; your gown is stained in blood with a few scorch marks and you’re no longer bound to the table by rope. You sit up and spit out the pomegranate from your mouth, some of its juice staining your mouth and chin. The holy center is burnt to a crisp, ash and debris covers the ground; there’s no sign of life.

“My dear.”

A deep, transcendental voice booms through the destroyed holy center. You swing your legs over the altar and scan your surroundings for the voice. Your eyes land on the center of the aisle, as a massive being walks down it.

The creature holds a spiral staff, a shiny blue orb pulsating with each contact the staff makes against the ground. Its skin is a deep shade of purple with golden tendrils wrapped around different sections of the body. The creature has a flowing blue cape with red accents covering its shoulder, the only attire it possesses. A third appendage sticks out of its back, resembling a claw.

As it gets closer to the altar, you can make out its face. It’s simply a mask with vibrant golden sclera, the remnants of its face peeled out like a husk, and accompanied by wiry strands of black hair. A halo encases its head, made of oscillating runes of a long forgotten society.

“Be not afraid,” the creature’s voice reverberates through the holy center.

“Viktor,” his name escapes your lips, your body frozen in place, “Oh, Viktor.”

“My dear,” he stands before the altar, “Does this form scare you?”

“No,” never in your life had it been so easy to say the truth, “You’re beautiful.”

If Viktor still had human flesh for cheeks, he would be blushing. Instead, the halo above him fluctuates to a light hue of pink, “You grace me with such kindness. The love you possess in your heart is more radiant than a thousand suns.”

You open your mouth to speak, only to feel a dull throb in your pelvis. The effects of the wine Cassandra provided you have resumed, now that you’re back in your physical body. A large hand caresses your stomach, “That wine helps your essence circulate better through your body. I assure you that the effects are temporary.”

“My…” you stifle back a moan, wetness dripping from your cunt and onto the table, “My Herald, I pray for your guidance,” you shut your eyes tight and let out a pitiful whimper, “M- My Herald, I offer my purity to you!”

Viktor moves his hand from your stomach and down your pelvis, spreading your folds open. His hands are too big, he rubs a finger against your entrance and pulls back to examine your arousal, “A needy girl,” the runes in the halo shift red, “I shall tend to the needs of my devoted.”

He’s so huge, at least two or three feet taller than you. Towering over you, Your Herald pins you down to the altar and the thinnest part of his mask protrudes open, revealing a long neon purple tongue. He kisses you eagerly, his tongue exploring the wet carven of your mouth. You’re getting drunk off a single kiss, as you embrace Viktor as best as you could.

He pulls back from your face and his tongue slithers out of your mouth, a lewd ‘pop!’ followed after it. You peer up at the divine being through your eyelashes, “Need you…” you whimper to The Machine Herald, “Please…”

“Allow me the honor of tasting you more,” Viktor lifts up your legs and positions your pelvis towards his face. He unhinges his mask once more to expose his tongue and licks your pussy, prompting a restrained moan from you.

“No need to quiet yourself,” your God informs you, “Let me hear you sing,” his tongue circles around your clit, wrapping around it and stroking it. You cry out from the sensation and vehemently chant Viktor’s title, as he tests the waters of your soaked cunt. His tongue dives inside your pussy, his masked face frigid against the throbbing warmth of your cunt. The Machine Herald tongue-fucks you without remorse and relishes the nectar of your pussy, pleased to see how easy it is for you to unravel.

“My- My Herald, I’m- I’m gonna-” words stumble from your lips, but fail to form a proper sentence, as you climax. You drench Viktor’s face in your juices, your body shuddering from the intense orgasm. The Machine Herald rubs circles on your thighs, as he withdraws his tongue out of your womb. He laps up the slick from your cunt and hums aloud, “You taste like the Heavens themself.”

“You spoil me, My Herald,” you giggle. Viktor places your legs back down on the altar and cups one of your cheeks, stroking it as gently as he could, “No, it is you who spoils me,” he touches his forehead against yours, “I have yearned for eons to embrace another,” a bit of his natural voice from the astral realm cracks through the surface, “I’ve waited for you to come to fruition, to be reunited with your soul.”

You don’t quite grasp what Viktor is referring to, your mind too consumed by arousal and desperation to question it. Nonetheless, you pull away and tap your forehead against his, a gesture of affection exchanged, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

The Machine Herald’s halo shifts to a hue of sunshine yellow, “Excellent… Now, lásko, let us become one,” you nod in agreement and remove your gown, displaying your nude body to Viktor. His hands trail down your body, mapping each dip and freckle, and rests you once more against the altar, “I must warn you, my cock is not that of a human’s. It may hurt.”

“I can handle it,” you promise Viktor. He nods and snaps his fingers, “Let us begin.”

A purplish light suddenly radiates from his pelvis and an otherworldly cock emerges. It’s thick, long, and ribbed; you salivate at the thought of it inside you. Despite your virginal status, you’re no stranger to pleasure yourself with toys that you’ve snuck in from visits to the mainland for supplies.

The claw on The Herald’s back seizes your hands, slamming them above your head to hold you in place. Like a faithful discipline, you’ve already spread your legs open for Viktor. He shrinks his height to a more manageable size and joins you on the altar, lining his beastly cock to your entrance.

“I offer my purity to you,” you proclaim to The Machine Herald, “Take me as yours.”

“I offer my dedication to you,” he utters back, “Take me as yours.”

Viktor’s cock enters your pussy and you hiss at the intrusion, your cunt too small for his size. You feel the inner threads of your womb snap in two, as The Herald deflowers you. You take deep breaths while Viktor sheathes his entire length and girth inside you, a visible bulge poking out of your lower abdomen.

“What a marvel you are,” he coos, caressing the bulge. You whine at his touch, tears rolling down your cheeks from the desperate need to be fucked, you can’t wait any longer–

Viktor suddenly shoves his hand against your stomach and heat shoots through your body. You bite back a pained sob, as Viktor traces his sigil onto your skin, scorching your once untainted flesh. The Herald wipes away your tears with his free hand, the other massaging the fresh burn, “You’re my mine, now and eternity, my goddess.”

You squirm against the claw around your hands, “Please, Viktor, let me touch you.”

“Alright, my dear,” he detaches the claw arm from your hands. You beckon him to lean closer and he does so, his cock hitting a new but pleasurable angle within your cunt. Shaking off the lust clouding your thoughts, you place your hands on The Machine Herald’s face. You’re quiet while you analyze his features, a being beyond normal human comprehension.

“You’re magnificent,” you breathe out, nothing but pure admiration on your face.

The halo of runes deepend to a blood red and gold accents that snake around The Herald’s body pulsate. Viktor taps his forehead against yours, “I have missed your praise, lásko. You fill this body of mine with a foreign sense…” he chuckles, “Perhaps, I’m regaining the ability to feel, to emote,” he pulls away and asks you, “May I indulge myself in a long-forgotten delight of humanity? Intertwine myself with you, commensurate our union before the eyes of the universe?”

“Yes,” you consent, his prose as entrancing as his voice. The Machine Herald adjusts himself on the altar and you whimper with each poke of his cock. Once satisfied, Viktor places his hands between your waist and his halo morphs to a deep pink, “Ready, lásko?”

“Ready,” you confirm.

Viktor pulls out of your cunt just a bit before thrusting back inside. You gasp at the motion, the walls of your pussy contracting on instinct. Viktor chortles to you, “My, my. Your womb knows me well,” he thrusts once more, the tip of his monstrous cock kissing your cervix, “I can feel your essence, how vibrant your soul is.”

“Viktor…” you purr, trying to suppress a moan, “I don’t… All of this… So familiar.”

“Indeed,” he whispers back, “Enjoy yourself, I will take care of you.”

You offer a small smile, enamored. The Machine Herald resumes his thrusting, the ribbed texture of his cock rubbing up against your walls. You feel so full with Viktor’s cock inside your cunt, you fear the emptiness that would later follow.

“Fuck!” Viktor grunts, picking up speed with his thrusts. His dick assaults your poor cervix, beating it to a pulp, but you relish in the feeling. Use me. I’m yours. The sound of squelching and pants echo throughout the holy center, as Viktor has his way with you. With glee, you watch as the bulge in your stomach shrinks and grows with each thrust.

“Lásko!” The Machine Herald calls out to you, “You feel- You feel so divine around my cock!” He lifts up your legs and folds you in half, your feet dangling close to your head, “I need to claim your very being.

His mask unsheathes his tongue and kisses you, battling your tongue with his for dominance. You can’t think straight, your body is like dough for Viktor to mold. He slams his dick deeper into your cunt, reaching depths unknown to you. Your eyes suddenly light up gold, consuming your sclera and irises. Viktor angles his dick at your sweet spot and hits it; you utter a lewd whine and the intensity of the gold in your eyes grows.

“Almost there, almost there,” The Machine Herald growls, pounding you mercilessly without care. The knock in your stomach begins to unravel, as your orgasm approaches, “My- My Herald!” you moan, “Gonna cum!”

“Yes, cum for me, my goddess!” he commands you, his cock thumping around the walls of your pussy. Like the obedient girl you are, you do as you’re told; the knock in your stomach pops and ecstasy waves over you, “Viktor!” you cry out, as golden light beams out from your eyes.

The Herald groans profoundly while you orgasm, the walls of your cunt fluttering around his cock and squeezing it like a vice. Not waiting until you finish your orgasm, Viktor resumes his pounding, his own orgasm only moments away.

“My goddess…” he murmurs, his hand snaking down and resting on your chest, “Thank- Thank you for this,” Viktor struggles to hold back from his climax.

You place your hand on top of Viktor’s, tiny in comparison. With your hands connected over your heart, you flash Viktor one last smile, “Anything for My Herald.”

Viktor crumbles at your words, unleashing his orgasm. The Herald shoots hot white cum deep inside your cunt, bypassing your cervix and filling you up with his seed. The light from your eyes travels towards Viktor and his body absorbs it, his halo morphing to the same shade of gold.

You’re motionless, unable to move a muscle. An odd sense of power engulfs you, your skin emitting a dull glow of gold. Above you, Viktor’s body begins to convulse, sparks and wheezes echoing from him. In a flash, the entity loses its eldritch form and a familiar brunette man collapses on top of you.

“Viktor,” you exhale, “We did it?”

“We did,” he informs you, a grin on his face, “I shift back to human again,” he embraces you and peppers your neck with kisses, “We did it.”

You kiss his neck sweetly, hands entangling his chocolate waves, “You’re back,” a vision flickers across your eyes. You see yourself in a mirror, but the reflection is of a tanned man with broad shoulders and a pearly white smile. The vision vanishes and you close your eyes, exhausted from the day’s activities.

Viktor holds you as firmly as he could, a rush of emotion crashing over him.

I have you back… Jayce.

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nana-noone · 5 days ago

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@roselyn-writing she gives me Harumi’s vibes 🌹🔥

sunako kawaii moments 🥺

the wallflower (anime) / perfect girl evolution / yamato nadeshiko shichi henge

#gifs #perfect girl evolution #sunako nakahara #the wallflower anime #yamato nadeshiko shichi henge #sunako nakahara gifs #the wallflower anime gifs #anime

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atereaste · 2 months ago

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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Pairing: Melvika X reader

Warnings: Threesome, Switch Sevika, Blowjob (Sevika receiving), public sex (at Y/N’s job), praise/dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, baby and doll), Oral (Mel receiving), Mel Dom!Mel, Dom!Reader, (1940’s slang)

A/N: I wrote Sevika as trans, and I’ve seen mixed reactions some saying it’s offensive and others saying it’s not. My intention is never to offend, so if this portrayal is hurting anyone, please let me know, and I’ll rewrite it or take it down. I want to be mindful and respectful of how people feel about representation. This is very lengthy so hopefully everyone enjoys it.

The 1940s, often remembered as the Golden Age, was a decade of war, change, and cultural evolution. With World War II raging across the globe, countless men were sent overseas to fight, leaving women to step into roles once dominated by men. No longer confined solely to the home, women worked in factories, took up jobs in offices, and proved their capabilities beyond keeping the house clean. This shift in societal expectations ignited early movements for civil rights and women’s rights, as people began questioning the rigid structures of the past.

Despite the war casting a long shadow, entertainment thrived. Jazz clubs were the heart of the nightlife, their smoky interiors alive with the sultry melodies of saxophones and the smooth voices of legendary jazz singers. Hollywood flourished, and the burlesque scene exploded in popularity, offering people a thrilling escape from the grim realities of wartime.

For you, burlesque dancing was more than just a job, it was a way of life. The stage was your world, the warm glow of the spotlights, the dazzling sequins on your costume catching every flicker of light as you moved. You thrived on the attention, the way men eagerly tossed their money at your feet, and how women whispered enviously, wishing they had a body like yours. It was a game, a performance, and most importantly, it paid the bills.

Club Desire

A haven of glamour, seduction, and exclusivity. This wasn’t just any burlesque club, it was the best of the best, a place where only the most captivating performers were allowed to grace the stage. It stood as a sanctuary for women, offering them independence, protection, and a chance to make a name for themselves in a world that often overlooked them.

Unlike the seedy joints scattered across the city, Club Desire set the standard as a beacon of elegance and prestige that made other establishments look like cheap imitations. It wasn’t just the number one club in the country for its dazzling shows and high-profile clientele, it was a symbol of power, an empire built on allure and talent. And your boss? She’d do anything to keep that image untarnished.

Dancers hurried around the dressing room, adjusting corsets, perfecting their curls, and dusting powder onto their skin to catch the light just right. The club’s golden rule was simple: perfection. No smudged lipstick, no loose straps, no missteps. Every performance had to be flawless, every moment intoxicating.

You moved to your usual spot by the mirrored vanity, adjusting the straps of your sequined dress, feeling the cool silk against your skin. Naomi, ever the cool cat, leaned beside you, fixing the seams on her thigh-high stockings. She shot you a smirk through the mirror.

"Nervous, doll?" she teased, fastening the last clip of her garter belt.

You scoffed, dabbing a final touch of rouge on your cheeks. "You know me, sweetheart. I was made for this."

And it was true. You thrived under the stage lights, reveled in the attention, in the way the crowd’s eyes followed your every move, entranced, yearning. Club Desire wasn’t just your workplace it was your stage, your kingdom.

A sharp knock at the dressing room door cut through the chatter, and a voice barked out, "Five minutes, girls!"

It’s showtime.

Naomi winked at you, smoothing down her dress. As you slipped into your heels and made your way to the stage entrance, you could already hear the announcer hyping up the crowd. The anticipation crackled in the air like a live wire.

The moment your heel clicked against the polished stage, a hush fell over the room, followed by the slow, rising hum of excitement. The band struck up a sultry tune, the soft wail of a saxophone weaving through the thick haze of cigar smoke, setting the mood just right. The golden glow of the stage lights kissed your skin, catching every shimmering detail of your dress, every curve, every teasing movement.

You knew how to work a crowd. It was a game of push and pull, temptation and restraint. Give them just enough, keep them wanting more. Your hips swayed to the rhythm, your gloved fingers trailing along your shoulder before slipping down your arm, peeling the silk away with agonizing slowness. The men at the front leaned in, their cigars smoldering in forgotten ashtrays, their drinks left untouched as they watched, spellbound.

You spotted familiar faces in the crowd, businessmen loosening their ties, soldiers on leave looking for a last taste of something sweet before shipping back out, women with red lips and sharp eyes watching with quiet admiration.Some came for the show, others came for the escape. Either way, they all left captivated.

At a table near the back, nestled in the shadows where only the high-rollers and untouchables sat, a pair of figures caught your eye. Mel Medarda and Sevika. You nearly missed a step but years of experience kept your movements smooth, your expression unshaken. What were they doing here?

Mel sat poised, her chin resting delicately on her hand, her legs crossed watching you with an unreadable expression. Regal. Amused. Intrigued. Beside her, Sevika lounged back, a cigarette dangling from her lips, exhaling a slow stream of smoke as she observed you through lidded eyes.

They didn’t belong in this crowd. Not as patrons, at least. Mel was too powerful, too calculated to be here for just a night of entertainment. And Sevika? She looked like she owned the place rather than simply visiting it.

Something about the way they watched you intense, deliberate, expectant sent a shiver down your spine.

Your routine continued flawlessly, but your mind raced. Had they come for you?

As you finished your routine with a slow, deliberate turn, the final note of the saxophone lingering in the air, the room erupted in applause. Whistles, cheers, the clinking of glasses. Money fluttered onto the stage like golden leaves in the autumn wind. You bent down with a practiced smile, scooping up a few bills, letting the men in the front row believe for just a second that they were special.

But your focus was elsewhere.

Mel and Sevika hadn’t moved.

They were still watching you, the applause, the spectacle, the noise none of it seemed to faze them. Unbothered. In control.

You took your time stepping off the stage, offering the crowd a last lingering glance before disappearing behind the velvet curtain. The second you were out of sight, you exhaled, running a hand down your arm to shake off the tension coiling beneath your skin. Something was off.

"Nice work out there, doll," Naomi’s voice pulled you back. She leaned against the vanity, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror. "You had those boys eating outta the palm of your hand."

"Yeah," you muttered, rubbing your arms as if that could rid you of the feeling of being watched.

Naomi turned to you, arching a brow. "What's with the long face? Thought you liked the attention."

You hesitated before speaking. What could you even say? That two of the most powerful women in the city were sitting front row, eyeing you like you were a game piece they were about to move? That something about their presence made your skin prickle, even after years of performing for all kinds of men and women?

Before you could respond, the dressing room door creaked open, and the boss’s sharp heels clacked against the floor.

"Y/N," she called, her expression unreadable, her lips curled into something halfway between a smirk and a warning.

You straightened immediately. "Yeah, boss?"

She stepped closer, fixing a stray strap on your dress, smoothing out the fabric like she cared.

"You’ve got company," she said, her voice low. "And they don’t like to be kept waiting."

Your stomach twisted. You already knew who she was talking about.

Mel and Sevika.

Naomi shot you a look, curiosity flickering in her eyes, but you couldn’t focus on that now. You swallowed hard, forcing a breath through your nose.

"Where?" you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

The boss grinned. "Private room. Go on, doll. Wouldn’t wanna disappoint ‘em."

You hesitated, then nodded, smoothing down your dress, adjusting your gloves.

You forced a steady breath, smoothing your hands down the fabric of your dress before stepping out of the dressing room. The club was alive with music, smoke, and laughter, but it all blurred as you made your way to the private rooms. Your heels clicked against the polished floors, every step sending a pulse of nervous energy through your veins.

Mel Medarda and Sevika.

These weren’t your average patrons, the kind that got sloppy on whiskey and loose with their wallets. They had power. Real power.

Reaching the door, you hesitated. A second too long.

"Go on, sugar," the bouncer grunted, barely sparing you a glance as he opened the door for you. No turning back now.

You stepped insideThe air was thick with cigarette smoke and expensive perfume.

The lighting was lower than in the main room, casting deep shadows against the plush velvet seating. Mel lounged effortlessly on the couch, her head resting against Sevika’s shoulder. A glass of something dark swirled in her hand. Sevika, ever the enforcer, exhaled a stream of smoke, eyes locked onto you like she was sizing you up.

You cleared your throat, trying to steady your nerves as you spoke, “The b-boss sent me. Said you ladies were lookin’ for entertainment.” You forced the words out, keeping your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest.

Mel’s gaze lingered on you, her head tilting slightly as a slow, knowing smile crept across her lips. It wasn’t the kind of smile that made you feel comfortable, it was the kind that made you feel like she already knew everything about you, like she was always ten steps ahead.

"Entertainment," she repeated, her voice like honey, smooth and dangerously calm. "I suppose that’s one way to put it." She took her time with the words, drawing them out, letting the weight of them settle in the room.

Sevika, lounging beside her, took another lazy drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling up around her like a serpent. She exhaled slowly, the tendrils of smoke rising toward the ceiling before her sharp gaze landed on you. “Close the door, sweetheart,” she drawled, her tone a little colder now, a little more commanding. “Don’t want anyone listenin’ in on our little chat.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you turned toward the door, closing it with a soft click, the sound echoing too loudly in the otherwise quiet room. You could feel the tension thickening, wrapping around you as the room seemed to close in.

Turning back, you found both women watching you with eyes that didn’t miss a thing. Mel leaned back slightly, her fingers tapping against her drink, while Sevika’s eyes never wavered from you, watching you like a hawk.

Mel patted the seat next to Sevika, her smile sharp and teasing. “Sit. She doesn’t bite… unless you want her to.” She said it like she was enjoying the game, swirling the wine in her glass as she watched you closely. The flicker of amusement in her eyes was unmistakable.

You glanced over at Sevika, taking in the sight of her. The buff, brown-skinned woman was lounging with an almost predatory calm, her gaze fixed on you, a hunger in her eyes that was both intense and unsettling. She didn’t look at you like a stranger no, she looked at you like she already knew exactly what she wanted.

You hesitated. You had dealt with men and women wanting something from you before, but this? This felt different. There was no pretense, no soft words or polite gestures, just raw, unapologetic desire.

Despite the knot forming in your stomach, you forced yourself to sit. Your hands gripped the edge of the seat for a moment before you relaxed into it, trying to look composed, even though every nerve in your body was on edge.

Mel’s smile widened as she took another sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving you. Sevika’s gaze didn’t falter either, still locked onto you with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

Mel studied you for a long moment before setting her glass down. "You’ve got quite the reputation here. The boss speaks highly of you."

You forced a small smile, keeping your posture poised. "I aim to please."

Sevika scoffed, the sound low and amused. "That so?"

Mel leans over Sevika’s lap, closing the space between you. "We didn’t ask for just any girl tonight," she murmurs, her voice smooth but edged with something that sends a shiver down your spine. "We asked for you." Her gaze locks onto yours, intense and unyielding.

Your eyes drop to your dress, unsure how to respond to the dark-skinned woman before you. She clicks her tongue in disapproval, then tilts your chin up with a single finger.

"You’re very pretty," she muses, her eyes drinking you in. "The way your body moves… so graceful."

Before you can react, she shifts, climbing over Sevika and settling into your lap. Your breath hitches as she leans in, her warm breath ghosting over your neck.

"Thank you," you manage to whisper. She smiles, lips dangerously close to your skin.

Mel hums, the sound vibrating against your skin as she brushes her nose along your jawline. "Shy, are we?" she teases, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika exhales sharply, clearly amused. "Don’t scare her off, Mel," she drawls, though there’s no real warning in her tone, only entertainment.

Mel ignores her, fingers trailing lightly down your arm, her touch featherlight but deliberate. "I like the quiet ones," she murmurs, her lips just barely grazing your ear. "They always surprise me."

Your breath stutters, heat pooling in your stomach at her closeness. Her confidence is intoxicating, and the way she looks at you like she already knows how this night will end makes it impossible to pull away.

"Relax," she coaxes, pressing a hand against your thigh. "You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want this."

Sevika leans back, taking a slow sip of her drink as she watches, her gaze dark with interest. "Go on," she says, nodding toward you. "Tell her what you want."

Mel tilts her head, waiting, patient but expectant. Her fingers trace lazy circles against your leg, and you know there’s no escaping her attention.

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. Mel watches you closely, waiting, her patience unwavering.

"F-Fuck, I don’t know," you finally whimper, your voice barely above a breath.

Sevika chuckles, low and amused, as she pours herself another drink. "If you don’t know, doll, how can we give you what you want?" She tilts her head, smirking. "Hmm?"

Frustration coils in your chest, your body thrumming with need. You squeeze your eyes shut, exhaling shakily. "F-Fuck me," you gasp. "Touch me, do anything."

The moment the words leave your lips, Mel is on you.

Her mouth crashes against yours, the kiss nothing like you’re used to hungry, all-consuming. It’s as if she’s devouring you, taking what she wants without hesitation. When you moan, she takes it as an invitation, her tongue slipping past your lips, claiming you completely.

Mel’s fingers press into your thighs as she deepens the kiss, her body molding against yours. The heat of her, the way she moves with such effortless dominance, has your head spinning.

Sevika watches from her seat, swirling the liquor in her glass with a lazy smirk. "Mel’s always been a bit greedy," she muses, amusement lacing her tone. "Hope you can keep up, doll."

Mel doesn’t bother responding, her focus is entirely on you. Her hands roam, tracing the curve of your waist before slipping beneath the fabric of your dress, her touch featherlight but deliberate. She drinks in every sound you make, every hitch in your breath, like she’s savoring it.

She pulls back just enough to let you breathe, her lips hovering over yours. "You taste sweet," she murmurs, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "I knew you'd be sweet."

Your body is burning, anticipation coiling deep in your stomach. She shifts in your lap, rolling her hips just slightly, and it sends a shock of pleasure through you. Your fingers dig into her sides, grounding yourself, because everything about her is overwhelming.

"Look at you," Mel purrs, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet her gaze. "You’re already falling apart for me."

Sevika hums in agreement, taking another slow sip of her drink. "She’s a pretty thing when she’s desperate."

Mel grins, wicked and knowing. "Lucky for her, I like desperate."

Her hands tighten on you, and you realize you’ve given yourself to her completely.

Mel’s hands roam your body with a purpose, but it’s not enough not for her. With a slow, deliberate pace, she begins to strip you of your burlesque costume, piece by piece. Each article of clothing falls away, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and their hungry gazes.

Once you’re bare, she takes her time admiring you, fingers tracing the curves of your body before she effortlessly lifts you into Sevika’s lap. The shift is dizzying, your body now pressed against the firm, solid warmth of the other woman. Sevika leans back, watching you with a smirk as Mel settles behind you, her breath hot against your ear.

"You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this," Mel whispers, voice dripping with desire. Her lips graze your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond, she shifts her leg beneath you, her knee suddenly pressing up against your clit. The unexpected pressure has you arching your back, a sharp moan escaping your lips.

Sevika chuckles, the sound dark and amused. "Usually, my wife and I don’t indulge in things like this," she muses, her rough hands finding their way to your waist. She grips you firmly, holding you in place as her thick thigh presses against your aching core. "But then we saw you dancing, prancing around that little stage we just had to take a bite."

She guides your movements, rocking your hips against her leg, each slow grind sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. Mel’s hands don’t stay idle; they glide over your body, teasing, exploring, her touch featherlight yet possessive.

"Just look at you," Mel murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "So eager for us."

Sevika’s grip tightens on your waist, guiding your movements as you grind against her thick thigh. The friction is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through you with each slow, deliberate roll of your hips. Your hands grasp at her shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto, but the teasing smirk on her lips tells you she’s enjoying watching you struggle for control.

Mel, still behind you, drags her fingers down your arms before wrapping them around your torso, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. "That’s it," she coos, her voice smooth as silk. "Let us see how good you can be."

Sevika hums, her thigh flexing beneath you, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up your spine. "Bet you’ve never been touched like this before," she murmurs, her gaze locked onto your face, drinking in every little reaction.

Your breath comes in quick, uneven gasps, your body melting under their touch. Mel presses soft, teasing kisses along your neck, her hands roaming over your bare skin, adding to the unbearable heat pooling in your core. She drags her nails down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake before her fingers ghost lower, hovering just above where you need her most.

Sevika tilts her head, amused. "Think she’s ready for more?"

Mel chuckles against your skin, her breath hot and teasing. "Oh, she’s been ready," she purrs. "Haven’t you, sweetheart?"

Your only response is a whimper, your body trembling with need. You’ve never felt this exposed, this worshiped, this desperate for more.

Mel’s fingers finally dip lower, and Sevika tightens her grip, keeping you right where they want you. There’s no escaping them now—not that you’d ever want to.

Mel’s fingers trail lower, teasing, barely touching where you need her most. The anticipation is maddening, and your hips stutter against Sevika’s thigh, seeking more. A low chuckle rumbles from Sevika’s chest as she watches you unravel.

"Look at her," Sevika murmurs, her voice thick with amusement and something darker. "Already shaking, and we’ve barely even started."

Mel hums in agreement, her lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. "She’s so sensitive," she muses, her breath hot against your skin. "I think she likes being teased."

Your whimper is involuntary, frustration and need tangling in your chest. "Please," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mel smiles against your skin, pleased with your desperation. "Mmm, that’s better," she murmurs before finally slipping her fingers between your thighs. The first touch is barely there, a soft stroke against your slick heat, and your whole body jolts in response.

Sevika’s grip on your waist tightens as she forces your movements to slow, keeping you from chasing that pleasure too fast. "Let her play with you," she says, her tone commanding. "Let her take her time."

Mel grins, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw. "Sevika likes to drag things out," she murmurs, her fingers dipping lower, teasing your entrance before retreating. "But I don’t mind making you beg."

A soft, frustrated moan escapes you, your head falling back against Mel’s shoulder. She takes advantage, her teeth grazing your throat before she soothes the spot with her tongue. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me what you want," Mel purrs, her fingers continuing their slow, torturous exploration. "Use your words, sweetheart."

Sevika smirks, her thigh flexing beneath you again, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. "Yeah, doll," she drawls. "If you don’t ask properly, how will we know what to give you?"

The pressure is unbearable, their combined touches making you dizzy. You can barely think, barely breathe, but you force yourself to speak through the haze of pleasure.

"Please," you whisper, voice trembling. "Touch me… make me feel good."

Mel hums, satisfied. "Good girl."

And with that, she finally gives you what you’ve been begging for.

Her fingers part your slick folds with deliberate intent, a single digit teasing your aching core before plunging inside. But Sevika isn’t satisfied—not yet. Sensing your need for more, she leans in close, her breath warm against your skin. Her grip tightens around your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze as she squeezes, a silent demand for your full submission.

Your glazed eyes lock onto the woman before you, Sevika’s signature smirk stretching across her lips as she drinks in the sight of your wrecked state. The pleasure coursing through your body is unbearable, heightened by Mel’s ruthless touch between your trembling thighs. Every calculated stroke of her fingers against your dripping heat pushes you closer to the edge, winding you up so tightly you feel like you might snap.

Sevika watches with dark amusement, her sharp gaze flickering between your parted lips and the desperate way you writhe under their control. She leans in, her breath warm against your skin, planting soft, teasing kisses along your jaw, across your cheekbones—each press of her lips a stark contrast to Mel’s relentless abuse of your overstimulated cunt.

Your moans are breathless, needy, and your voice shakes as you finally break. “I- I’m close,” you whimper, the pleasure cresting into something unbearable. “Mel, please- please let me cum.”

The woman behind you hums in approval, the sound rich with amusement. You can practically feel the smirk against your skin as she continues working you closer, her fingers curling just right, sending sparks through your already-overwhelmed body. But just as that final wave is about to crash over you, just as your body tenses in anticipation of release she stops.

Her fingers slip away, leaving you empty, aching, and teetering dangerously on the edge of blissful oblivion. A strangled whine rips from your throat, your hips jerking in a desperate attempt to chase the pleasure she so cruelly denied. But Mel only chuckles, her hands gripping your hips to still you, her amusement evident in the smug lilt of her voice.

“Not yet,” she murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss against the shell of your ear. “You’ll cum when we say so.”

And at that moment Sevika unzips her pants “I wanna fuck that pretty face of yours” she says removing you from her lap Mel pushes you down on your knees “if you do a good job Sev might reward you” she says bending down with you “I’ll help you lead” Mel says pulling down Sevika’s briefs her cock plops out precut already coating the base.

Sevika exhales a low, guttural moan, her head falling back against the couch as her muscles tense with anticipation. Her broad chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, and her fingers twitch at her sides, fighting the urge to grip something perhaps your hair, perhaps Mel’s.

Mel smirks, clearly pleased by Sevika’s reaction. She shifts, resting her head on Sevika’s thick thigh as she gazes up at you with an amused glint in her golden eyes. One of her hands moves with practiced ease, wrapping around the base of Sevika’s cock, her fingers stroking slow, deliberate motions along its length.

“She’s very vocal,” Mel muses, her voice smooth and teasing as she rubs her thumb over the slick tip, smearing the glistening precum. She tilts her head slightly, casting you a look of expectation. A silent challenge.

You swallow hard, your pulse quickening as you watch the way her hand moves so effortless, so sure of itself. Then she lifts her gaze, that knowing smile still playing at her lips. “You try.”

Your breath hitches, but you obey. Tentatively, you reach out, your fingers wrapping around Sevika’s cock, warm and throbbing beneath your touch. The moment you begin stroking, mirroring Mel’s rhythm, she pulls away, withdrawing her hand and leaving you to continue alone.

But she doesn’t leave entirely. Instead, she leans in closer, her lips parting as she presses soft, teasing kitten licks against the sensitive head. The contact is featherlight, barely there, but it sends a violent shudder through Sevika’s body.

“F-fuck,” Sevika groans, her voice breaking, her head tilting back even further as her hips jerk slightly upward. Her restraint is slipping, and Mel hums approvingly against her.

You glance at Mel, catching the wicked glint in her eyes before she flicks her tongue again, slow and deliberate, drawing another strangled moan from Sevika. It’s intoxicating watching the way she teases, the way she makes Sevika unravel with such minimal effort.

Mel hums against Sevika’s skin, her tongue trailing slow, teasing circles around the sensitive head before pulling away just enough to glance at you. The corner of her mouth curls into something smug and knowing as she watches you hesitate, your hand still working along Sevika’s length, but not nearly with the confidence she expects.

"Come on," Mel purrs, her voice smooth as silk, "don’t be shy. She likes it when you take your time.”

Sevika lets out a ragged breath, her fingers digging into the couch as she fights the urge to thrust up into your grip. Her muscles twitch, her body reacting to even the slightest movement, and it’s intoxicating the power you have over her in this moment.

Encouraged, you lean in, mirroring Mel’s earlier movements. You start slow, pressing soft kitten licks against the tip, tasting the salty precum that beads at the head. Sevika groans at the contact, her breath stuttering, and her thighs tense on either side of you.

Mel watches you closely, her golden eyes gleaming with approval. “That’s it,” she murmurs, her fingers ghosting over your jaw before she guides you gently, angling your head just right. “Open up.”

The way she says it so casually yet commanding sends a shiver down your spine. You obey, parting your lips as you take Sevika into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before sinking lower, taking in more of her inch by inch.

Sevika’s response is immediate a sharp inhale, a deep groan that rumbles from her chest. One of her hands flies to your hair, her grip tightening but not pushing, just holding. Like she’s trying to ground herself, to keep some semblance of control.

“Fuck—” she hisses through clenched teeth, her head tilting back against the couch.

Mel chuckles softly, clearly amused by how quickly Sevika is unraveling. She presses her cheek against Sevika’s thigh, watching with a lazy sort of satisfaction as your mouth works around her. “She’s so sensitive tonight,” Mel muses, her fingers stroking absentmindedly along Sevika’s thigh. “I wonder how long she’ll last.”

Sevika growls in response, her grip tightening in your hair for just a second, and Mel laughs, pleased with herself. She shifts closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “Let’s find out, shall we?”

Then, as if to test you both, she joins in her tongue flicking out to tease whatever part of Sevika isn’t already claimed by your mouth. The sudden added sensation makes Sevika curse, her hips jerking involuntarily.

“Fuck- Mel, you-” Sevika’s voice breaks off into a strangled moan, her entire body shuddering beneath your combined efforts.

You feel her thighs tremble against your shoulders, her grip faltering for just a moment before tightening again. She’s close you can feel it, hear it in the way her breathing turns ragged, in the way her muscles lock up, desperate to hold back just a little longer.

Mel pulls back just enough to glance up at Sevika, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Think you can hold out a little longer?” she taunts, her lips glossy, her voice full of amusement.

Sevika glares down at her, but the effect is ruined by the way her chest heaves, by the way her jaw clenches like she’s barely hanging on. “Shut up,” she grits out, but there’s no real bite to it, just raw, desperate need.

Mel only smirks, then turns back to you. “Let’s push her a little more,” she whispers, her fingers brushing over your cheek as she urges you forward. “I want to hear her beg.”

Sevika’s breath is ragged, her muscles taut with restraint, her fingers tightening in your hair as if she’s clinging to the last shred of control she has left. Her thighs tremble against your shoulders, and the deep, guttural groans ripping from her chest send heat pooling low in your stomach.

Mel watches with lazy satisfaction, her golden eyes glinting with mischief as she tilts her head, lips still slick from where she had teased along Sevika’s length just moments ago. She wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb before resting her chin against Sevika’s thigh, observing you with quiet amusement.

"She’s trying so hard," Mel muses, her voice smooth, teasing. She flicks her gaze up to Sevika, smirking. "You always act so tough, but look at you now."

Sevika growls in response, her grip tightening in your hair for a fleeting second before she forces herself to loosen it. "You talk too much," she grits out, her voice hoarse, strained.

Mel chuckles, clearly pleased. "Oh, I do," she purrs, her fingers trailing lazily up Sevika’s thigh. "But you love it."

Sevika doesn’t respond not verbally, at least. But the way her hips twitch, the way her head falls back against the couch, the way she exhales a sharp, shuddering breath every part of her betrays just how much she’s unraveling.

Mel turns her attention back to you, her fingers brushing along your jaw, tilting your chin slightly so that you look up at her. "You’re doing so well," she murmurs, her voice softer now, coaxing.

Before you can react, Mel leans in, her hand guiding you as she joins you once more, her tongue dragging slow, deliberate strokes along the underside of Sevika’s cock, her movements synchronized with yours.

The effect is immediate Sevika jerks beneath you, her hips bucking up involuntarily, a strangled groan ripping from her throat. "Fuck—"

Her head slams back against the couch, her fingers digging into the cushions so hard her knuckles turn white. You can feel the way she’s trembling, the way she’s barely holding herself together.

Mel hums against her, sending vibrations coursing through her already overstimulated nerves. She pulls away just slightly, her lips ghosting over the sensitive skin as she murmurs, "Not yet."

Sevika lets out a choked, frustrated noise, her entire body thrumming with tension. "Mel—"

Mel smirks, tilting her head slightly as she glances up at her. "You’ll cum when we say so," she reminds her, echoing her earlier words with wicked satisfaction.

Sevika curses under her breath, her jaw clenched, her entire body coiled so tight she’s seconds away from snapping.

Mel looks at you again, golden eyes dark with hunger. "Let’s make her beg," she whispers. Then, without another word, she takes Sevika deeper, her tongue working expertly, her fingers gripping your chin to encourage you to follow suit.

Sevika gasps, her body lurching forward as her restraint shatters. "Fucking please," she groans, her voice raw, desperate.

Mel pulls back just enough to smirk up at her. "There it is," she murmurs, satisfied. She glances at you, her thumb tracing your bottom lip.

Sevika growls low in her throat, her hips jerking slightly. "Shut the fuck up," she grits out, but there’s no real venom behind her words only raw, aching need.

Mel laughs, her voice rich and sweet like honey, but there’s something wicked underneath it. She turns back to you, her fingers tracing the edge of your jaw before tilting your chin up, her eyes searching yours. "What do you think?" she asks, her voice soft, but the command beneath it is clear. "Should we give her what she’s begging for?"

You glance at Sevika at the way her head is thrown back against the couch, her thighs tense against your shoulders, her cock twitching against your tongue, glistening with need. She looks wrecked. Absolutely desperate. And the thought sends heat pooling deep in your stomach.

You nod.

Mel smirks, pleased with your answer. "Good," she purrs. "Then let’s ruin her."

Without hesitation, she moves first, her tongue flicking out to tease along Sevika’s length, slow and deliberate, before taking her into her mouth. The way she moves is practiced, confident, completely in control and it’s mesmerizing.

Not wanting to be outdone, you follow her lead, your lips wrapping around the other side of Sevika’s cock, your tongue working alongside Mel’s in a synchronized rhythm. The reaction is immediate.

"F- Fuck!" Sevika chokes out, her entire body lurching forward, one hand flying to Mel’s hair, the other gripping the back of your head. Her thighs tense, threatening to snap shut around you both, but Mel’s firm hand on her leg keeps her spread wide.

Mel moans around her, the vibrations sending a violent shudder through Sevika’s body. You feel her cock twitch against your tongue, her breaths coming faster, more erratic. She’s right there hanging on by a thread, so close to unraveling.

Mel pulls back slightly, just enough to speak, her voice dripping with amusement. "She’s trying so hard to hold back," she muses, glancing up at you. "But we can’t have that, can we?"

You shake your head, and Mel grins, wicked and knowing. "Then let’s finish her off."

You don’t hesitate. You take Sevika deeper, hollowing your cheeks, your tongue pressing against the sensitive underside as you bob your head. Mel mirrors you, her fingers squeezing Sevika’s thigh as she works her closer to the edge.

Sevika’s entire body goes rigid. "Oh- fuck, I-"

She tries to warn you, but it’s too late. Her grip tightens in your hair as she comes undone, a wrecked, guttural moan tearing from her throat as her hips jerk up, her release spilling onto your tongue. She shudders violently, her body trembling, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths.

Mel pulls away first, licking her lips as she watches Sevika with a satisfied smirk. "There we go," she murmurs, her voice thick with amusement. "Such a good girl for us."

Sevika groans, her head lolling to the side, utterly spent. Her fingers twitch in your hair before she finally releases you, exhaling a shaky breath.

Mel reaches for you, her fingers brushing against your chin as she tilts your face toward hers. "You did so well," she praises, her voice soft now, intimate. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

The way she’s looking at you, eyes dark and knowing, makes your stomach flip.

Mel runs a hand through her hair as she rises to her feet, golden eyes locked onto you with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. Her smirk is soft but full of purpose as she tilts her head.

"Lay on the couch for us, baby girl," she orders, her voice smooth as silk, leaving no room for hesitation.

You obey instantly, shifting to lie back against the plush cushions. The moment you settle, Mel hums in satisfaction, a pleased smile curving her lips. "Such a good girl," she muses, trailing her fingers along your thigh as she watches you, her touch light yet possessive.

Sevika, still catching her breath from her previous release, chuckles lowly. She shifts beside you, one hand wrapping around her still-sensitive cock, giving it a slow, lazy stroke as she watches you with darkened eyes. "Hope you're ready for me, baby," she rasps, aligning herself with your aching, slick cunt. Her smirk is sharp, teasing. "You can take me, can’t you?"

Before you can answer, Mel moves, straddling your chest, her knees pressing into the cushions beside your head. She glances down at you, brushing her fingers through your hair, her expression softer than Sevika’s but no less commanding.

"Hopefully, I’m not too heavy," she murmurs, but the playful gleam in her eyes tells you she already knows the answer.

Then, without waiting for a response, she positions herself over your mouth, lowering herself slowly, her warmth, her scent overwhelming you in the best way.

Sevika groans at the sight, gripping your thighs as she presses forward, sinking into you with a deep, slow thrust. "Fuck," she growls, head tilting back as she stretches you open. "Tight little thing, aren’t you?"

Mel lets out a soft laugh, her fingers tightening in your hair as she rolls her hips against your lips. "Let’s see just how well she can handle both of us," she purrs.

Mel exhales a slow, pleased sigh as she settles against your mouth, rolling her hips with unhurried precision, savoring every flick of your tongue. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you in place, not forcefully, but with enough control to remind you who’s in charge.

"That’s it," she purrs, her voice smooth, indulgent. "Just like that, baby. Make me feel good."

Sevika, however, is far less patient. A frustrated groan rumbles from her chest as she pushes inside you, her thick length sinking into your slick heat. The way you tighten around her, clenching instinctively, draws a deep, guttural curse from her lips. She pauses for just a moment, her breath heavy, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as she steadies herself. Then, without warning, she pulls back slowly, deliberately before driving forward again, pressing deeper, stretching you open inch by inch.

Each thrust is measured, controlled, yet brimming with restrained intensity, as if she's savoring every second of the way your body yields to her.

"Shit," she growls, her voice strained, rough. "You feel so fucking good."

Mel chuckles at Sevika’s lack of restraint, amusement flickering in her golden eyes. "Careful," she muses, lifting herself slightly, only to press back down against your eager mouth. "You don’t want to break her just yet."

Sevika lets out a sharp breath, her fingers tightening against your skin. "Tch. She can take it."

And to prove her point, she sets a steady rhythm, rolling her hips into yours, stretching you with every deep, measured thrust. Her cock drags against every sensitive spot inside you, sending sparks of pleasure racing through your body. The force of it makes your moans vibrate against Mel’s cunt, drawing a sweet gasp from her lips.

"Oh," Mel breathes, her nails grazing your scalp as she shudders. "That’s perfect, sweetheart. Just like that."

The weight of her against your mouth, the way Sevika fucks into you with slow, controlled force—it’s overwhelming in the most intoxicating way. Every sensation crashes into you at once, heat pooling low in your stomach, pleasure mounting with every thrust, every roll of Mel’s hips, every deep, throaty moan Sevika lets out above you.

Sevika watches with dark, hooded eyes as Mel rocks against your face, her lips parting in pleasure. "She’s making you feel good, huh?" she mutters, her voice thick with lust.

Mel hums, biting her lip as she gazes down at you. "Oh, she’s doing beautifully," she praises, her fingers tightening in your hair. "So eager to please."

The pace builds Sevika thrusting harder, deeper, pushing you closer and closer to that delicious edge. Your muffled moans grow more desperate, your body tightening around her, drawing a sharp hiss from her lips.

"Fuck, baby," Sevika grits out, her thrusts turning rougher, needier. "You gonna cum for us?"

Mel smirks, her own pleasure evident in the way she gasps at every flick of your tongue. "I think she is," she murmurs, her voice thick. "Be a good girl and let go for us, won’t you?"

Between the relentless pace of Sevika’s thrusts and the intoxicating taste of Mel on your tongue, the coil inside you snaps. Your body seizes, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, your muffled cries vibrating against Mel’s cunt as you come undone beneath them.

Sevika curses under her breath as she feels you tighten around her, her rhythm faltering for just a moment before she chases her own release, slamming into you with deep, desperate thrusts.

Mel watches, golden eyes dark with satisfaction, her hips rolling through her own climax as she presses down just a little harder against your mouth, riding out the waves of pleasure.

Sevika isn’t far behind. With a sharp, ragged groan, her grip on your thighs tightens, and she spills inside you, her breath hitching as she thrusts shallowly, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the ragged breathing of all three of you, bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

Mel is the first to move, exhaling a satisfied sigh as she lifts herself off you, her fingers brushing tenderly over your flushed cheek. "You did so well, darling," she murmurs, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, tasting herself on your tongue.

Sevika, still catching her breath, smirks as she pulls out, running a hand through her damp hair. "Fuck," she mutters, shaking her head in disbelief. "You’re dangerous."

Mel chuckles, stretching languidly before turning to you with a knowing smile. "Mmm, but she’s ours now, isn’t she?"

Sevika grins, reaching down to squeeze your thigh. "Damn right."

You can hardly believe what just happened. Here, in the private room of your job, you had just spent the last hour tangled between the two most powerful, most breathtaking women you knew. The air still carries the remnants of heat, the faint scent of sweat and desire clinging to the space like a ghost of what had just transpired.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you glance around, the reality settling in. If you wanted, you could tell everyone spin the story into something legendary, a tale of indulgence and reckless pleasure. But some things are better kept unsaid. Some moments are too raw, too electric, too wholly yours to be shared.

Instead, you exhale, running a hand through your hair as you steady yourself. You’ll carry this secret like a brand against your skin, a delicious memory etched into your bones. And as you step back into the world beyond that door, no one will have any idea what just happened behind it.

This was gonna be longer but I’m tired and can’t go on anymore. Please like comment, and reblog that would be greatly appreciated. Don’t forget to request! ︎ © seulszn.

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