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houserautha · 9 months ago

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These Destined Ends

Part 7

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: depictions of killing/death, a blood oath, oral sex f receiving, fingering, edging, dirty talk, p in v, no protection, breeding/pregnancy kink, creampie kind of

A/N: I hear wedding bells🎉 This took me a hot second to write up and edit, but it's also a little bit longer than I usually post. I hope you enjoy💕

Sleep evades you. The day of your wedding slips in uninvited, a wash of sunlight to chase away the shadows from your room. The bed is empty. Feyd-Rautha hasn’t returned or, at least, hasn’t visited you since.

You convince yourself that you don’t care.

But still your thoughts stray traitorously to him — where he is, what he’s doing, what he’s thinking and if it’s of you.

You stare out at the Grand Arena. It’s more or less attached to the Harkonnen fortress and, to your understanding, typically reserved for political rallies. It’s the only place large enough to host a wedding where the entire planet is invited, though, plus the added benefits of its close proximity.

A platform has been erected and already citizens are filing into their stadium-style seats despite the early hour. They will wait all day to sit front row at the marriage between House Atreides and House Harkonnen. A historic event, you realize with detached clarity. To be remembered for generations to come.

This does nothing to quell your roiling stomach.

You turn at the sound of your bedroom doors opening, hope lifting stupidly in your chest. Because it is not Feyd-Rautha who enters, but Lady Jessica.

She looks more radiant than ever, though you suspect this partially has to do with the time apart that you’ve spent.

“Mother?”

Perhaps your lack of rest has warped your vision.

Jessica smiles softly, confirming both your deepest fear and most shameful want. “Daughter.”

For the first time in your life, you run to her. She embraces you, cradling your face into her neck. She smells like home and the memory of Caladan has you blinking back tears. “Why are you here?”

“Did you really think we would miss your wedding?” Jessica brushes your hair back. “They are treating you well? You haven’t responded to any of our correspondences.”

“They are treating me well,” you tell her. You can’t help but think of Feyd-Rautha’s lips on your skin, between your legs, but quickly dismiss it. “And I haven’t received any correspondences.”

“Mm, as I suspected. Your father thought that you might be too busy to write but I knew better.”

“He’s here, too?”

“Of course.” Your mother presses something cold and metallic into your palm, curls your fingers around it. “I wanted to give you this.”

You frown. After closer inspection, you realize that it’s a necklace. Simple, elegant, with a thin silver chain and delicate pendant. “What is this?”

“I wore it when I first met your father. Although we are not married, our relationship has obviously grown past that of an arranged partnership. I can only hope you find similar happiness.” She pauses then, examining you. “I know you are aware that your birth was…orchestrated. But that does not change our love for you. You are our greatest treasure, Y/N.”

Your mood falters, slipping from between your fingers and shattering on the ground like glass. “This is a fertility necklace.”

“Yes,” Jessica says, dipping her chin.

You have the overwhelming sense to grind the necklace under your heel. The tears in your eyes now belong there for an entirely different reason.

“I thought you came here today to support me but instead you’re just carrying out your Bene Gesserit schemes,” you hiss. A dry laugh rattles in your throat. “I’m such a fool! You don’t care for me. You only care about what I can provide. My whole life, everything has been for them. Everything.”

Jessica’s jaw clenches. “That’s not true.”

Aggravated, you spin on her, teeth bared. “Then tell me you came here today of your volition.”

Jessica holds your gaze but does not reply.

“I knew it,” you all but snarl at her.

“I thought these past few months would’ve opened your eyes to your potential, the importance of your duty,” Jessica snarls back, matching your viciousness. “But still you are blind to the truth. You blatantly refuse to accept a plan that has been in effect for centuries. Ten thousand years of deliberate planning and you act as if you are here as punishment. You are living proof of the Bene Gesserit’s power, Y/N.”

Chest heaving, you shutter your raging emotions. “Leave me.”

“That’s no way to speak to your mother.”

“I speak to you not as a daughter,” you retort, “but as the na-Baroness of House Harkonnen. And seeing that you are nothing but a concubine to the Duke, I demand that you leave.”

You know that with The Voice, Jessica could force you to bend to her will, to do any inexplicable amount of things. But she does not. She stands there, wavering, before striding back from which she came from without another word.

You hide the fertility necklace in the pot of a synthetic plant, and no one is the wiser when they come to prepare you. For the servants this is a joyous occasion and you do not want to dampen their enthusiasm. You mask your growing unease, laughing and joking with the girls as they recreate you into the image of na-Baroness.

“You look stunning,” Asha tells you privately. There’s quite some time before the ceremony starts, and she’s pulled you into a quiet corner of the room. “The na-Baron isn’t going to know what to do with himself.”

Oh, you very much doubt that. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

Your wedding dress is a subtle combination of both Atreides and Harkonnen culture, a blend of elegance and functionality.

The dress itself is made from a lightweight, flexible material that mimics the look of metallic plates. Featuring overlapping panels that creates a segmented, scale-like effect, the bodice gives the illusion of Harkonnen armor. But the skirt, full and flowing, is entirely Atreides — layers of fabric cascading to the floor. Small, metallic accents line the hem that shimmer with your every step.

And, completing the look, a headpiece that forms a sort of M over your forehead and down your cheeks, adorn with jewels.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek. “Have you seen him today? The na-Baron.”

“No, I haven’t. Why?”

“No reason.”

Asha’s mouth quirks teasingly. “Are you nervous?”

“No,” you say, too quickly, “well, yes. But not because of him, because of the ceremony. This will be my first time in front of Giedi Prime.”

“They will adore you,” Asha says. She waves a hand flippantly. “And if not, then your husband will have their heads.”

You grin. “I suppose that’s comforting.”

“Of course it is.” She squeezes your hand.

Your moment with Asha passes as you’re both pulled back into the revelries — spice-laden champagne, food that looks suspiciously like harvested organs, and the pounding, ear-splitting music that’s popular among the Harkonnens. By the time you’re called for the ceremony, your mood has lifted significantly, almost enough to make you forget that you’re the reason for celebration. It’s a sobering reminder.

Your heart threatens to burst from your chest. From inside the walls of the fortress, the roar of the crowd crests and falls like a tidal wave sent to sweep you away. The corridor is alive with mumbled conversation. A procession will precede you to the altar — noblemen and the likes, your parents, who you avoid — along with your betrothed, who is nowhere in sight. The gathered members of your bridal party shift and part, panic seizing you with white-knuckled fingers as the Baron maneuvers toward you.

He greets you with a saying repeated to you many times that day, one that after several iterations you’ve come to understand means, “May your death be swift in battle”.

How it relates to marriage, you are too nervous to inquire about.

“What a wonderful day,” he muses in a rasping lilt. “It would be a pity for someone to ruin it.”

“Indeed,” you reply, eyes narrowing.

“You understand the importance of the ceremony, don’t you?” You don’t respond, sensing that he will tell you nevertheless. “This is just one more step for Feyd-Rautha toward taking my place as Baron. How the ceremony goes will influence his standing with his people.”

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. Of course this was just another political move. What did he think you would do, riot in the middle of the ceremony? You retort, “I understand.”

“Welcome to the family, Y/N.”

The chill that brushes down your spine, seeping into your bones, is deterred by the sudden clash of a gong. War drums erupt in tumultuous exalt. The very sound of them resonates deep within you, invoking a primal response of adrenaline, as if your body is preparing you for battle.

Which, you suppose is fitting.

And who else to be summoned by the promise of war then Feyd-Rautha.

He enters the room as he always does, commanding the attention of everyone in it. The effect is only amplified today, though, in his polished ceremonial armor and resolute intensity, a heady combination of brutality and valiancy.

Gazing at him us purifying fire, searing you from the inside out, and you take your time charting the unholy beauty of his face, gazing back at you with terrifying reverence.

In that moment, you possess no past or future — there is only him. An eternal now.

And then he steps past you and into the black sun, exultant, thrusting the knife above his head.

A championing cheer follows, impossibly louder than the thunder of the drums. Feyd-Rautha lingers and something in your chest expands at the sight of him dwelling in their approval, their admiration, somehow transcendent of any humanity he manages to have.

He truly is a god.

From your secretive position, you peer at him as he strides down the aisle to the platform where the officiant is waiting for him. At the top of the stairs, he turns and faces his people. In an act that surprises you, everyone who isn’t already on their feet rises, and in sync pound their fists to their chests. One two three.

Their utter devotion to him is staggering.

Feyd-Rautha raises his chin, simultaneously moved and expectant of this. He then takes his place at the altar.

Which means it’s your turn.

You loathe having to follow such a devastating display of power and love. There’s no telling how Giedi Prime will react to you, after all, considering that you are technically the enemy. Asha’s words come to you, emboldening you, and you lift your gaze. You will not falter.

A shushed quiet falls over the arena as you stride out, then enormous applause. You can only imagine what you look like to them, your people, but the only one who matters looks upon you with such unwavering devoutness that it nearly brings you to your knees. As you climb the steps to the altar, Feyd-Rautha’s hands clench into fists, a gesture you interpret as a sign of restraint.

Oh, if only he could touch you with those hands.

The officiant, a representative of the Imperium, begins to recite the traditional Harkonnen wedding script. A translator repeats the words to you, but you let the harsh language wash over you as you focus instead on the row of guests at the base of the altar. Your parents — looking fiercely protective, Leto smiling somewhat reluctantly; Jessica maintaining her cool demeanor — the Baron, emotionless, and beside him Rabban.

Did he wish it was him on the stage?

He catches you staring and flashes you a sickening smile. You look pointedly away, a fist forming in your stomach.

The beginning of the ceremony is tediously long and drenched in tradition, most of which you don’t understand even with the translator’s help. Marriage is not generally a romantic affair for Harkonnens, and the proof can be found in their strangely clinical rites. Again it’s impressed upon you that you are preparing for battle, one in which you would reside besides the most fearsome of its participants.

A pause on the officiant’s part draws you back to the present. You know what comes next, and the thought repulses you — Harkonnens of the Imperial House do not get married with the weight of enemies on their shoulders, pursuing a clean slate of sorts. You watch as a row of prisoners are led before the altar, hooded and bound and forced to their knees by a Harkonnen guard. You shiver despite the insurmountable heat.

You are familiar with war, with combat, the knife-thin edge upon which each fight balances. Life or death. But you can hardly stomach the idea of executing a helpless opponent, even if they are an enemy of your House.

Your throat thickens as Feyd-Rautha is bestowed a ceremonial blade.

Each hood of the prisoner is removed except for one, a man at the end who wavers to stay upright. Feyd-Rautha ignores this man, starting at the opposite end. His grin is apparent as he slashes through the throats of the prisoners, the blade his brush and the bodies his canvas, painting them both with ink-colored blood.

When Feyd-Rautha makes it to the still-hooded man, he pauses, shoulders heaving with the exertion of his wicked precision. Rivulets of blood stream down his armor. He says something unintelligible to the man, then removes his hood.

Your blood runs cold as you recognize him.

Ze’ev.

Now that you know who it is, you inspect him closer. There’s hardly any traces of the man you briefly knew. He is emaciated, bones lining his scarred flesh, clearly beaten within an inch of his life. After your encounter with Feyd-Rautha, you know that Harkonnens heal quickly, and the scars on his body indicate to you that he had been torn open again and again.

Feyd-Rautha turns. When he approaches you, his face is full of such naked adoration that it causes you to take a step back. He offers you the bloodied blade.

“For you,” he rasps.

You whisper fiercely, “What are you doing?”

“He is a gift, for you. On the day of our wedding.”

Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to refuse him. But to do so would be to decline your husband, shame him in front of his people — bile rises in your throat as you accept the blade, your fingers wrapping around the handle.

You breeze past him, refusing to meet his eye.

Ze’ev trembles as you advance on him. Though from his delicate condition or fear, you can’t be sure. His lips form a sneer. “You won’t do it.”

“It’s nice to see you, too,” you say dryly. “I thought you were dead.”

“I should be. Your husband certainly brought me to the brink of it and back, telling me that he was saving me. For you.” Ze’ev spits at your feet then, a dark and bloody glob.

On Arrakis, this would’ve been a sign of respect.

But this wasn’t Arrakis.

You raise your arm in an upward swing, then across your body with exuberance, his blood hissing as it splatters the ground. Splatters you.

The crowd applauds your demonstration, and the sound of their approval echoes in your ears as you take the stage once more, the prisoners’ bodies carted away quickly. You feel numb. Bewildered.

But also deliciously righteous.

You face the man who put you in this position, who put the blade in your hand as a gift without considering the consequences. And he smiles because he knows — he knows that you are delighted, that the freckles of drying blood elicit an indisputable, terrifying delirium in you.

He coaxed this from you, what was better left in the dark.

And you don’t know if you should thank him.

The officiant switches to the common tongue. “The time has come to bind these lives together in the sight of their people. As na-Baron and na-Baroness, they pledge their loyalty and protection to one another, their flesh and blood now shared in duty and alliance.”

A second blade is brought out on a satin cushion.

“na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, do you swear to protect and defend na-Baroness Y/N, to uphold her honor and safeguard her well-being, as your duty demands?”

“I swear.”

“na-Baroness Y/N, do you swear to protect and defend na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, to uphold his honor and safeguard his well-being, as your duty demands?”

You dip your chin. “I swear.”

“Then, as symbol of your shared duty and alliance, I ask you to exchange your blood.”

Feyd-Rautha takes the blade and, with surprising gentleness, turns your palm over and kisses it before gliding the tip of the blade over it. Your blood wells, bright red.

You take his own hand — large, scarred and calloused — and repeat the action.

Before he can heal, the officiant wraps a white cloth around your now joined hands, red blood mingling with black.

“You are my body, an extension of myself,” Feyd-Rautha rasps.

You tense. This isn’t part of the ceremony.

Feyd-Rautha, one hand still clasped in yours, uses the other to beat his chest. One two three. You watch as the crowd responds in kind: the same gesture, reverberating throughout Giedi Prime.

It’s incredibly intoxicating, to be the focus of such a powerful gesture. You let it wash over your skin and infiltrate your bloodstream, alter something inside you, rearranging your very cells into what it takes to be a fearless ruler. You would do anything to garner such a response again.

The officiant waits until the last thump can be heard before he declares, “May your bond be as unbreakable as the strongest fortress. United by duty and alliance, I present to you — the na-Baron and na-Baroness!”

Having spent so much time dreading the ceremony, you never stopped to think about what would happen after it. Currently you sit atop the dais in the throne room, accepting an endless line of Harkonnens who want to congratulate you on your feat of an arranged marriage. Your palm that the blade cut stings with every hand you shake.

After what seems like a small eternity, it’s time for you to join the nobles at the reception. Memories of the last time you sat at the table trickle in through your exhaustion — which you promptly shove away.

The feast passes in a blur. You don’t have the appetite for any of it, but hopefully do a convincing job of moving your food around on your plate.

And then: it’s time for your first dance.

Reluctantly you let Feyd-Rautha sweep you into the center of the room, the usual security you feel in his presence succumbing to your own fears. He holds you tight against him. His tone is clipped, political, plush lips on the shell of your ear, “You had never killed before.”

Ah, your first words as husband and wife.

“No I had never killed before,” you snap at him. “Not everyone goes around just slaughtering whoever they feel like.”

Feyd-Rautha is a surprisingly agile dancer, though you figure that it isn’t all that removed from fighting. “I didn’t intend to upset you.”

“Perhaps, but you did.” Your throat thickens. “What I did is irreversible.”

“You told me you wanted him to pay for what he did.”

“I-I did. I just didn’t think —”

“If you let someone who crosses you live, then others will try,” Feyd-Rautha says, incensed. “You must strangle the serpent while it’s a hatchling, for once it grows, it will seek you out while you lay in your bed and slip around your neck.”

You can’t suppress your shudder. What a lovely metaphor. Apparently Giedi Prime has loads of fun phrases alluding to death.

“You could’ve told me,” you mutter in lieu of a response.

“It was a gift.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek. Was that all it was? Another part of your game?

“Most people give jewelry as gifts,” you retort.

Feyd-Rautha’s lips twitch. “I am not most people.”

“I know.” To prove your point, you coast your fingers over his side where the dagger went in.

He pulls you tighter against him. “I would have you right here in front of everyone if you’d let me.”

You can’t help but smirk. “I know.”

He opens his mouth to continue but he’s interrupted — by Rabban, nonetheless. “na-Baron, I request a dance with my sister in-law.”

Feyd-Rautha’s grip on you tightens. “No.”

“Yes,” you say, loosening his fingers from around your waist. “It won’t be long.”

Feyd-Rautha stares after you unhappily as his brother leads you away. Other couples have now taken to the floor in an elaborate dance that you don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway, seeing that Rabban just drags you after him for each step.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” he says finally.

“You suppose?”

“If it was up to me, Feyd-Rautha would be the one extending his congratulations.” Rabban’s small, dark eyes examine you. “Though the Bene Gesserits have chosen well for a Harkonnen bride. You are a formidable force.”

“Thank you,” you reply, sensing more.

“There are…things…in order that will happen because you will not submit to me,” Rabban says.

Your jaw sets. “Like what?”

“You’ve made your choice.” There’s a twinge of pity in his voice. Not for him. For you? “I thought I should forewarn you.”

“Rabban, what are you talking about? You never said anything about —”

“The day of the Crucible. I told you my wishes and you denied me them.”

“You said nothing that would warrant a warning. I thought you just envious of your brother for obtaining something else that you can’t have.”

“Envious? No. More deserving? Perhaps.”

Behind Rabban, a soldier materializes from the crowd. Sardaukar. You stiffen — it hadn’t come to your attention that anyone from the Imperium had attended your wedding.

“Excuse my interruption,” the soldier says. “I wanted to congratulate you on your union on behalf of the Emperor. He extends his deepest apologies that he isn’t t able to be here himself.”

You nod curtly.

The soldier’s gaze slides to Rabban. “May I have a word with you?”

Begrudgingly, Rabban releases you with a final look. You watch his retreating form, mind reeling with confusion. What did the Sardaukar want with Rabban? And why did the soldier look so familiar to you? Idly, you wonder if the violent nature of the Sardaukar soldiers remind you of the Harkonnens.

No, that isn’t it. That soldier had been here before, at the dinner a few weeks before. He had been the one to call the Baron away, you recall. But he had been dressed as a Harkonnen soldier then, not a soldier of the Imperial army.

The revelation creeps over you uneasily.

Before you can give it much thought, however, someone whisks you away into the next dance. A protest forms on your tongue before you realize it’s Asha — cheeks pink and beaming at you.

“Asha!” You can’t help but laugh, partly out of relief. “I thought you were another terrible admirer.”

“I am an admirer,” she says, “though I would hardly consider myself terrible.”

“Terrible for taking so long to get to me.”

“My apologies, but the na-Baroness is in high demand.” You settle into a comfortable rhythm as the music plays and Asha leads you in the unfamiliar dance. After some time, she grows uncharacteristically serious. “I know your feelings for the na-Baron are…complicated…but your ceremony was beautiful.”

You raise a brow. “Really?”

“The way he saluted you…” Asha trails off, waving her hand as if to ward off tears. This reaction spurns your curiosity.

Trying not to sound too interested, you ask, “What does it even mean?”

A slightly dreamy expression crosses Asha’s face. “Generally it’s reserved for military generals as a sign of respect, something that soldiers do to show their loyalty.”

“So when he did it to me…?”

“He was signaling that he sees you as someone superior to himself, someone to respect. That he is your willing soldier.” Asha grins. “Everyone has been talking about it.”

“Oh.” It’s all you can think to say. “Should I have done it back?”

Asha shakes her head. “Definitely not. It would’ve been an insult to him. His judgement. You did the right thing.”

You’re not sure what the right thing was, but you let the subject go. It lingers in your mind, however, to the point that you over-analyze the moment during the ceremony, replaying Feyd-Rautha’s expression as he saluted you.

You want to confront him about it, but apparently your first dance is all you will see of your new husband on the eve of your wedding. Even trying to catch his eye is impossible as you are both continuously pulled in different directions.

“Is this a bad time?”

At first you bristle, afraid that you’ve been caught sneaking away from the festivities. You have no idea of the time but it has to be well into the morning now, and you just wanted a moment to collect your thoughts. The spot you’ve chosen in a darken alcove gave you a perfect vantage point of Feyd-Rautha, infuriatingly charming as he speaks to a pair of nobles out of earshot.

You tear your gaze from him.

“Father!” You run into the arms of Leto, Duke of Arrakis, who ambles down the hall to you. It’s reflective of your greeting with Jessica this morning, but he inspires only warmth and fond memories. The brush of his beard across your cheek fills you with longing. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.”

“I apologize for not going this morning to visit you. Your mother insisted she go alone.” A frown tugs on his handsome features but disappears as quick as it appeared. “You look breathtaking.”

“Thank you,” you sigh. It’s as if you are a child again, the light of your father’s attention basking you in a sunny glow.

“I…” Leto pauses, deliberates. Your father is usually not someone to be lost for words. “I wish I had done something to prevent this.”

You touch his arm. “It’s not your fault.”

“I blame myself, it’s true. What kind of father willingly hands his daughter over to that…monster?”

“You had no choice. Neither of us did.”

“Listen, Y/N, your mother regrets how your conversation went this morning. She has only wanted the best for you,” he adds softly.

His words prick at you, and suddenly the warmth of his light diminishes. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Her intentions can be…muddled by her Bene Gesserit training. But that doesn’t change the love she feels for you.”

“Her love.” You chuckle bitterly. “All that she loves is what others can do to forward the Bene Gesserit agenda. You. Me. Don’t you realize?”

Leto’s expression softens. “Just come with me. She’s waiting for us. She wants to try again.”

Anger seizes you with white-knuckles and stifling heat, blooming in your chest. “I’ve given her too many opportunities to make things right. You just told me that you wish you could’ve prevented this. She could’ve prevented this. I do not wish to speak another word to someone who has orchestrated my entire life since conception.”

Perhaps you can blame the time that you’ve spent apart, the exhaustive events the day has presented you, but there is a side to Leto that you have forgotten — his frightening, unwavering loyalty to Jessica. A loyalty that not even you, his daughter, can temper.

His voice is that of a diplomat, detached and commanding as he says, “You will not speak of your mother in such a way.”

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but jumping to the defense of your mother cuts you deeper than any knife can. You swallow your disappointment.

“You’re fooled by her just like everyone else.”

Leto’s mouth tightens into an angry slash. “You are not the daughter I remember.”

“No.” You tilt your chin. “She is gone.”

“Then I have no business with you.”

Your tongue rolls in your cheek, over your teeth, carefully selecting your next words. “So be it. I won’t inconvenience you with my company.”

You can’t stand to witness his expression, or let him see the grimace of pain that graces yours, so you turn from him before either happens. You go, not back towards the party, but away — you can’t be here any longer. It feels as if your bones are trying to flee from your skeleton, your skin suddenly stretched too tightly.

Truthfully you have no destination in mind but your feet carry you to the one place that you know will guarantee silence.

Feyd-Rautha’s strategy room.

In the dark your fingers find the seam of the door and you ease it open, slinking inside. For the first time since this morning, you’re alone, and there’s no auditory assault of voices or music.

Back against the wall, you slide down to the ground and pull your knees to your chest. You will tears to your eyes but there are none to summon, lost to the icy numbness claiming you. Any other feeling is cast adrift.

Could it have only been three months ago that you were on Arrakis, sparring with Gurney?

You no longer recognize yourself.

The closest identifying factor is when the door open and Feyd-Rautha appears. There’s a resemblance there, a call of darkness in him that something within you answers. Your mouth twists in distaste. How did he find you?

“Go away.”

“No.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“I don’t care. This is my strategy room, and I can come and go as I please.” Cast in shadows, you can barely make out his face, but the scorch of his gaze is telling of his scrutiny. “Get up off the floor.”

“No.”

“Get up or I’ll make you.”

You weigh his words. Then you reluctantly rise to your feet, unable to look at him.

“This…attitude is unbecoming of you.”

“You’re a prick,” you fire back.

“A na-Baroness, brooding alone — and on the floor, nonetheless, like a common stray. I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior.”

“Or what?”

A muscle feathers in his jaw. “I will have to remind you who you are.”

Heat flickers in your belly, a weak flame. “And what is that? A whore, a womb? I am nothing but what others have made me to be.”

Feyd-Rautha laughs.

He actually laughs.

The sound of which is so unnatural, so unnerving, that your muscles tense like they’re anticipating a fight. You flush with shame — anger — and raise your hand to strike him but Feyd-Rautha catches your wrist. His words lilt with ill-timed amusement.

“Surely you don’t believe that.”

You struggle to wrest yourself from his grasp, but the effort is futile. “Let go of me.”

“No. Never.”

Feyd-Rautha’s lips crash into yours. He steers your back to the wall, colliding with your spine. He swallows your cry of pain with his mouth, slanting it over yours, hands bracketing either side of your face. His fingers delve into your hair, pads of his thumbs pressing against your cheeks. The weak flame inside you ignites into a raging inferno.

He kisses you with a fierce, concentrated energy, as if his sole purpose is to bruise your mouth with his own. His tongue flickers across your bottom lip, behind your teeth. You moan at the same time Feyd-Rautha chooses to coast his hands down your sides and your head lolls back, neck bared.

He grabs onto you as his mouth flies to your exposed throat, hands greedily clutching at your waist. Feyd-Rautha presses a series of kisses that turn swiftly into nibbles, bites. He sucks and licks at your neck, no doubt creating a necklace of love marks, eagerly staking his claim on the sensitive skin. Each bite and lick winds you closer and closer to an orgasm, the idea of his lips marking you wickedly delightful.

Feyd-Rautha moves his hands to your ass, to the underside of your thighs, and hikes you up. Without thinking, you lock your legs around him. The action brings his hardened length nudging against your center and you whimper, grinding into him, desperate for friction.

“I want you so fucking bad,” you pant. “Please.”

He hums against your neck. “What did you say you were — a whore?” His hips roll with yours, the memory of him inside you inciting a moan from your lips. “The na-Baron doesn’t bother fucking whores.”

“Please,” you say again.

In response, Feyd-Rautha bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You wince even as pleasure floods over you. “Beg all you want but I won’t fuck a whore.”

You fail to conjure a response as he pins you to the wall with his hips, your arms thrown around his neck, and effectively loosens his hands in order to hoist your dress up. Your flesh pimples as it’s exposed to the cool air of the strategy room.

Feyd-Rautha’s hands skim over you, brush over your center. You whimper, “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to tell me who you are,” he rasps.

Feyd-Rautha teases your clit through your panties, drawing lazy circles with his fingers. You buck your hips in an effort to gain reprieve but he denies you this.

Your voice pitches nearly into a whine. “I-I don’t know.”

And you don’t — not after the sequence of your day, not with Feyd-Rautha unraveling you with his his hands and his mouth. You are infinitesimal, insignificant, clay waiting to be shaped in his capable touch.

“Then I will remind you,” Feyd-Rautha says. He pushes your panties to the side, ghosting his digits over your entrance so that you writhe in desperation. “You are my wife, the na-Baroness of the House Harkonnen. You will raze cities to the ground and bring men to their knees. I will fuck you often and fill you with my seed, keep you pregnant so that you bear my children. You are not nothing, you are magnificent.”

His words are punctuated by his short, breathy pants, fingers pressing to your cunt without giving you any of the pleasure that you seek.

“Now — tell me who you are.”

“I-I am the na-Baroness. I am your wife.”

A wail looses from you as Feyd-Rautha plunges his fingers inside you, relieved from your aching by his careful ministrations. Each pump of his hand brings his palm to your sex, quick and authoritative. A hand that had killed six men today, saluted you, bled with you, and the severity of the situation has your walls clenching around him — he is Feyd-Rautha, and he is fucking you with his fingers, littering your body with bites and kisses and mumbled, appreciative praises.

It’s not surprising that this drives you to orgasm with record speed, to alleviating the pressure building between your legs —

Feyd-Rautha removes his fingers, depriving you of your release. You almost howl in frustration.

“Close,” he says. “But I’m not convinced.”

“No, please —”

“You can cum once you’ve convinced me that you remember who you are. Until then — your pleasure will be withheld.”

Again, he punishes you with his fingers, splitting you open as he inserts them. Your back bows.

“Now,” he pants, “tell. Me. Again.”

“I am the na-Baroness. I am your wife,” you repeat, mustering as much conviction as you can. You would tell him anything if it meant cumming on his fingers.

Harder, faster, wrist snapping: “And?”

“And…I am magnificent.”

Feyd-Rautha’s satisfaction is evident even in the dark, judging only by the pulse of his fingers, the breathy laugh fanning into your neck. He removes his fingers again, though, to your chagrin, trading positions for one that allows him to see your face. “Oh, you are,” he purrs. “And I bet you taste even better.”

You hitch your legs around his shoulders at his prompting. Feyd-Rautha sinking to his knees while applying enough weight to keep you trapped against the wall. You suppress another whimper. Your thighs are nearly flush with your chest as Feyd-Rautha dips his head to greet your cunt, driving you higher up the wall and forcing you to grab onto his armor for support.

You can’t see him with the skirt of your dress in the way, but you feel his mouth hovering your entrance.

Feyd-Rautha presses a kiss to you. He flicks his tongue over your clit, then licks a stripe up your center back to it, lapping eagerly between your thighs. His mouth works in tandem with his tongue, his teeth, treating you to the same nipping and sucking that he administered to your neck. Your hips buck to meet his every stroke.

And then, there it is again, your orgasm fighting for completion, raking claws of molten lava through your belly, your pelvis.

From between your legs, Feyd-Rautha rasps, “Convince me and I’ll let you cum.”

You swallow down a cry of protest. If you don’t get your release, you might actually implode. You do your best to summon his words from before, “I am the na-Baroness. I am your wife. And I am magnificent.”

“And how will I fuck you?”

Your teeth grind as you recall, “Often.”

“Why?”

“To-To keep me pregnant,” you stammer out. You rarely allow yourself to imagine your body in such a state, afraid of what it will invoke, but you do now: belly swollen with Feyd-Rautha’s child, breasts full, a physical manifestation of the vigorous fucking he regularly bestows.

And just like that, like the snapping of a rubberband, he returns his mouth to your cunt and laps at you until you finally, finally, reach your orgasm. Feyd-Rautha holds you steady as the prolonged release cleaves you in half, shuddering against his mouth, your vision swimming with stars. Tears wet your cheeks with your relief.

You sag into him, and he effortlessly lifts you back to your feet, still trapping you to the wall, one hand lazily skimming your hip.

“Do not, ever again, think so lowly of yourself. Do you understand?”

Your head bobbles stupidly. “I understand.”

“Good.” He brushes hair back from your face, runs his finger along the scattering of angry welts he’s left on your neck. “Now, my jewel, how do you want me to fuck you?”

You commit him to memory, this renegade angel, a contrast of darkness and your own personal deliverance. “I’ll let you choose.”

Without missing a beat, Feyd-Rautha carries you to the strategy table and lays you flat on your back, maneuvering to grab your ankles, one in each hand and spreading you wide. He takes his straining cock from his pants and strokes it as he admires you. “Mm, my beautiful wife, so eager for me to fuck her.”

He traces your entrance with his fingers, then notches his cock there, sliding the tip of it between your slick folds. You ache to take him but with your ankles in his grip, he keeps you firmly in place. Like a silly, wanton thing, you try desperately to grind against him as he drags himself, up and down, teasing you.

“Please, Feyd,” you beg, “please fuck me.”

“Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Feyd. Please.”

The ridges and crests of the strategy table bite into your back as he drives into you. The ecstasy of finally having him inside you is almost too much to bear — hips snapping, groans rumbling through his chest. He is inspired like this, immersed in the feel of your walls clamping down on his cock, pupils blown, plush lips parted with each panting breath.

If you only you could bottle up this moment, savor the way you both rise to meet the other like waves upon the shores of Caladan.

He pounds into you in a borderline frenzy, each near-violent thrust surging your orgasm higher.

Then Feyd-Rautha releases your ankles, your legs returning around his waist, and he captures your wrists instead, holding them over your head. The angle allows him to press himself to you, spearing you deeper, winding your desire tighter and tighter.

“My wife,” he rasps, “my jewel. Look at me.”

You meet his gaze. Feyd-Rautha smirks, pleased with himself, with you, and thrusts into you with swift finality. Your orgasm peaks and suddenly you’re shuddering and convulsing beneath him, pleasure wrought from every fiber of your being.

Distantly, you feel your cunt draw out Feyd-Rautha’s own orgasm, hips rolling against you as he spills himself inside you. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting, greedily drinking in lungfuls of air. Ostensibly, he recovers first and peels himself from you, tucking his cock back into his pants.

He helps you to your feet and you thank him breathlessly, thighs quivering as you stand, the wrinkled skirt of your dress cascading back to the ground.

“I suppose no one will question whether or not we’ve consummated our marriage,” he says.

Your cheeks burn. “Does it matter?”

“It’s typical for someone to watch to confirm,” he tells you, lifting a shoulder. “I said that it would be obvious enough.”

You gasp and swat his chest. “You didn’t.”

“The alternative was some noble peeking in on our fucking. Would you have preferred that? I do know you like to watch.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t,” you admit.

“Precisely.”

Feyd-Rautha’s eyes flicker over your face, and you can only guess what he sees there — you’re coated in a thin sheen of sweat and, undoubtedly, love marks, hair tangled and headpiece askew.

You shy away from him. “Do we have to go back to the reception?”

“No,” he nearly snorts, affronted that you would even suggest such a thing. “I fully intend on taking you to my bed and fucking you until you’re a mewling, quivering mess.”

Your cunt, still full with his cum, dripping with it down your thighs, clenches in anticipation.

“Then what are we still doing here?”

Part 8

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kiss4noo · 3 months ago

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stitched back together – l.hs

꒰ 🧵 ꒱ A LEE HEESEUNG [희승] TWO-SHOTt! (pt. 2) pt. 1 here!

genre. angst (??), fluffy fluffy fluff! .˚⊹ pairing. non-idol,,best friend heeseung x fem reader – ex friends w/ benefits 2 lovers trope. ໒꒱ warning(s). prepare to see some sickeningly cute content. word ct. 751

synopsis .ᐟ in which you’ve ran but he loves you too much to let you go.

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weeks have passed by dreadfully slow for lee heeseung and jang y/n, the latter maintaining a gruesome period of no contact. the boy tried dreadfully hard to pry you from the monstrous walls you’d placed up, wanting to have an ounce of understanding as to why you’d shut him out.

yet, you never gave him the light of day. torn between leaving his messages on read and blocking his contact, you’d have to face the reality of his persistent presence anyway. having shared lectures only made your distancing more difficult, heeseung perched beside you as he always was– like you hadn’t walked out on him.

hell-bent on your decision, you tried to validate the reason as to why you’d placed a pause on your friendship: that you were in love and he wasn’t. except, you didn’t know the truth, whether he reciprocated or not; and you needed closure.

to distract you from the weight of your feelings for heeseung, each return to your apartment was welcomed by a gift at your doorstep. whether it be flowers, your usual order from your favorite cafe, or even a plush that reminded the secret admirer of you. silently, you wondered who would have known the information of your apartment, your regular order, and the other favorites– your mind slipping past the idea of him.

one night, settled in your apartment for the rest of the day, you’d received a knock at your door– not expecting a guest nor package. standing in confusion from the warmth of your couch, you’d paused the drama playing on the television to inspect your mysterious visitor. your steps gently pattered against the floor, warning the boy on the opposite side of the door of your impending presence.

unlatching the lock, she pulled open the front door with hesitance, only to meet the gaze of lee heeseung.

with widened eyes, you simply stared in surprise, lips parted and absolutely no words slipping past them. however, he took your pause as an advantage, extending a large bouquet in your direction, a smile gracing his features. once you’d taken the flowers from his grasp, he paused for a moment– wanting you to understand his sudden appearance.

“beautiful girls, all over the world…” he begins, voice soft– his singing reverberating in your chest. stepping closer, he invades your space, hands extending to grasp your waist in a gentle touch.

“i could be chasin’ but my time would be wasted, ‘cause they got nothin’ on you, baby,” he continues, voice raising a degree as he pushes the door shut with a maneuver of his foot. maintaining his hold on you, he guides you backward, further into your home.

“nothin’ on you, baby,” he whispers, brushing his lips against your forehead in an affectionate display of his longing– a sigh escaping you as you melt into him.

“they might say hi, and i might say hey,” he continues, gaze intent as he meets your eyes.

“but you shouldn’t worry about what they say, ‘cause they got nothin on you, baby,” raising a hand, he presses the tip of his index finger against your nose’s tip, earning a giggle from your lips.

“nothin’ on you, baby, mm-mm.” he finishes, heaving a sigh as he presses his forehead to yours. staring up at him, your eyes can’t help but gloss over, the boy warming your heart.

“hee.” you call in a broken voice, his eyes softening at the sight. in an unspoken understanding, he leans down to capture your lips in a gentle and slow kiss, your emotions mingling.

“i’m so sorry.” you sniffle as he retracts from the kiss, his thumb reaching to swipe a stray tear from your cheek. “shh, baby. i know, it’s okay.” heeseung reassures in a low voice, cradling you as if you were the most delicate object he’d ever held.

“i love you, so much.” he begins, his laughter rumbling in his chest at the sight of more tears escaping your eyes from the simple confession. “so stop running.” he firmly mutters, holding your chin between the pad of his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger.

“okay.” you laugh through the stream of tears, nodding your head with the range of motion heeseung had left you. “i won’t run away, not from us. i love you too, so much.” you confess, reaching to cradle his nape.

and despite the distance you’d originally hoped for, the warmth of his arms reassured you that he was yours, and you, his.

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sailorholly · 8 months ago

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Between Us Pt. 7

Summary: You and Spencer had a casual relationship. A misunderstanding ruins it all.

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Angst. Pregnancy. A tiny bit of smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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Part Six

Spencer ended things with Ashley. It was a huge fight. She didn’t want him to leave her. She knew it had something to do with you. So she resented you. She would bring the greasiest pizza for lunch for the whole team after you mentioned the smell made you sick.

She would comment about how much weight you were gaining. She made you feel so insecure, it was becoming a problem. Your face was swollen today, you couldn’t do anything with your hair, and you felt too nauseous to do your makeup this morning. You walked in to work, hoping Ashley wouldn’t be there.

“You look awful. Pregnancy doesn’t suit you.” She says the moment she sees you. Your hormones have been all over the place lately. Your first instinct was to grab her by the throat, but then you thought about her words, and all her petty behavior towards you. Tears filled your eyes, streaking down your cheeks.

“Why do you think it’s okay to talk to someone the way you talk to me? I would never say anything like that to you. What’s your problem with me anyways? You have hated me since the day you started here. I haven’t done anything to you.”

The tears keep falling, you can’t help it. She was cruel. “It’s all about you, isn’t it? Reid wouldn’t even look at me because of you. You had him wrapped around your finger, then you blew it! I finally had my chance, but he was still obsessed with you! He wouldn’t sleep with me because of you. He barely kissed me! Then you got pregnant on purpose to trap him.” She walks right up to you, pointing her finger accusing you.

“Ashley, I did not get pregnant on purpose! I had nothing to do with your relationship.” You try to explain, but she interrupts again. “Save it! I don’t believe you. You’ve got him right where you want him now. I just don’t understand why he would want you, when he could have me!” She places her hands on your shoulders, shoving you backwards.

The back of your legs hit a desk. She is still screeching at you when Spencer pulls her away. “Ashley, get off of her! What are you doing? You could hurt her and the baby!” His cheeks go red, dark eyes flashing. You’ve never seen him this angry before. He looks you over, inspecting carefully for any sign of injury. “Are you okay?” You nod, you’re a little shaken up because you didn’t expect her to put her hands on you.

Hotch comes out of his office, his face stern as he calls Ashley to him. Spencer tells him you’re both taking the day off. He agrees, as he shuts the door behind her. Spencer took you to his apartment, where you spent the day watching your favorite movies and cuddling.

You would normally protest the affection, but after the morning you had it was welcome. As the evening approached, Spencer ordered your latest craving, and you watched one of his favorites, some Russian movie with no subtitles. You had watched it three times with him before, so you knew what was going on. You didn’t stop him when he leaned over to whisper the translation in your ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps down your arms.

It was getting late, so you stood up telling Spencer you needed to go home. “You can sleep here. I’ll take the couch.” You think about it, but not for long. You really do want to stay. You were comfy here and it had started storming. Spencer knew you were terrified, that’s probably why he offered. So you accepted, you took a shower while he laid out one of the few t-shirts he owned for you to sleep in.

You tossed and turned, the thunder was so loud it felt like it shook the apartment building. You had tried to sleep, but between the storm and what happened with Ashley, you couldn’t. You were so angry with her for putting her hands on you. She’s lucky you were pregnant and caught off guard. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have a job to go back to tomorrow.

You thought of how Spencer stood up for you. He had never been hotter. This new protective side of him was something else. You feel the familiar ache between your legs. If your hormones weren’t making you cry, they made you horny. You slipped your fingers into your panties, trying to take care of yourself. Three hours could have passed, and you wouldn’t have known. You were getting no where. You were hot, and so desperate for release.

You should have went home, at least you had your vibrator there. You stand in front of Spencer’s sleeping body on the couch, debating on waking him up. You decide to turn around and go back to bed, but he wakes up.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” He sits up, wild eyed and panic lacing his voice. “Um, I -I” You stutter, suddenly feeling ashamed. He stands looking you over for visible injuries. “What is it?” He was concerned and probably scared something was wrong with the baby. “Everything is okay - with the baby.” You finally manage.

Spencer rubs the sleep from his eyes. “Something’s wrong with you then?” You put your hands on your hips, his shirt raising on your thighs. His gaze lingers on the newly exposed skin for longer than they should. “It’s embarrassing.” You confess.

“Y/N, you know you can tell me anything.” He grabs your hand, rubbing soothing circles by your thumb. You let out a deep breath. “I’m so horny, I think I might die if I don’t get off. I tried to do something about it myself, but it’s not enough.”

He looks at you, confused. “What do you want me to - oh!” Realization sinks in. He runs a hand through his messy brown curls. “Are you sure?” He asks so softly, you’re not sure if you really heard it. “Yes, I’ve never been more sure of anything. Spencer, I need you.”

Spencer pulls you to him on the couch, your legs spreading on either side of his sitting form. He presses soft kisses to your lips, but you need more. You deepen the kiss, hands traveling down to lift his shirt. He helps you, tossing it over his head, kissing down your neck. His long fingers trail along your torso, toward your breasts. He takes your nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly.

You moan, loving how sensitive they were because of the pregnancy. It makes everything more intense. Spencer gently moves you off him, to a lying position on the couch. He lifts the t-shirt he let you wear over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He looks at you with a softness you've never seen before. Suddenly, you feel very self-conscious.

You try to cover yourself. You weren't thinking about how differently you looked now. Your breasts were swollen, your stomach wasn't close to being a baby bump yet, but you were bloated. Spencer had to notice too. What were you thinking? He was only doing this to fulfill some kind of obligation he felt for you. He knocked you up, so he had to help you out. That's how Spencer was, he would always take care of you. But you couldn't take advantage of him like this.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, noticing the sudden change. "I'm not in the mood anymore, but thanks for helping." You force a small smile, but he notices. He was very observant. That's what made him such a good profiler. "You're soaking wet. Why are you trying to stop this?" He runs a finger down the seam of your panties to prove his point, your arousal soaking through the fabric, wetting his finger.

"I just look so differently than the last time we did this. I get it if you're not attracted to me right now. I just don't want you to be doing this out of pity." You gesture to your exposed body. "I think you're even more beautiful than before. Your body is changing to make a comfortable home for our baby. I'm so lucky I get to have you like this."

Spencer takes a nipple between his lips, large hand dipping under the waistband of your panties. He hooks an impossibly long finger inside you, his thumb swirling soft circles against your clit. Any worries you had about him not being attracted to you, fade as he works you with his fingers. You feel the pressure building low in your stomach as his tongue swipes at your nipples. He was always so talented with his mouth. You shatter around his fingers, as he removes his lips from your breasts. "You did so good for me." He praises, kissing your stomach.

You yawn, the force of the orgasm and all the craziness from today finally allowing you to rest. "You need to rest, come on." Spencer helps you off the couch, leading you to his bed. "But what about you?" You ask, motioning toward his erection. "I'm fine, really. Tonight was all about you." You open your mouth to protest, but another yawn slips out. He tucks you under the blankets, kissing your forehead before walking back to his makeshift bed on the couch.

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anomaly-hivemind · 3 months ago

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The Heat Note ☆ Light Yagami x Misa Amane x L Lawliet |Kinktober Day 6

Summary: All Light wanted to do was kill L... but thanks to that damn shinigami, everything went so horribly wrong.... and ended so right.

Word Count: 10,331

WE'RE SORRY THERE ARE SO MANY TAGS

This is after trimming the tags down. they're sorted by what's related and We broke them up into paragraphs so they're a bit easier to read.

Tags: alpha/beta/omega/dynamics, omegaverse, heats/ruts, mating cycles, Alpha Light Yagami, Alpha L Lawliet, Omega Misa Amane, knotting, accidental knotting, oral knotting copious amounts of slick, Collars, mating bites, mating, nests, scenting, pack dynamics, breeding, non-traditional,

Dub-con, fuck or die, attempted murder, mind manipulation, coercion, begging, Degradation, Gaslighting, Possessive Behavior, pining, Dom/sub undertones, porn with plot, edging, masturbation, mutual masturbation,

Humping, fingering, oral( male and female receiving), face fucking, cum swallowing, marathon sex, shameless smut, dick in vagina sex, anal, Raunchy gay sex, double penetration, Spit-roasting, Hair pulling, angry sex, rough sex, threesome, Slight Somnophilia, cockwarming, Praise Kink, overstimulation,

Aftercare, Canon Divergent, Watari is a G, mentions of death, minor character death, morally ambiguous character(s), friends with benefits, one-shot, Cross-posted on Ao3, shinigami shit posting, original character, sex god, crack treated seriously (in the vibes)

Light was walking back to his home when his eyes landed a crimson red book on the ground, with a similar style to his Death Note. He had the strong urge to pick it up and take it with him…so that's what he did.

He stopped in a park so he could inspect the strangely familiar book, on the front it said Heat Note, “Like an omega heat?” Light thought as he flipped the notebook open. He walked to his home, with a slightly faster pace as curiosity started to form within him and then opened the book. On the inside of the cover, there were rules written in English.

The heat note will not run out of pages.

The persons whose name(s) are written on this note shall go into a heat.

This note will not take effect unless the writer is in a ten-meter radius and the target is physically in the writer's vision when their names are written.

If the target of the heat note is given a person/helper when written, then the heat note target will seek out that person they are activated.

If the heat’s target isn't specified, the person will seek out the writer as their helper.

The person who touches the Heat Note can recognize the image and voice of the original owner, a God of Lust, even if the person is not the owner of the note.

The person in possession of the Heat Note is stuck with the God of Lust, its original owner until they die.

If the person uses the heat note a God of Lust usually appears in front of them after they use the note.

God of Lust the original owners of the Heat Note do not do in principle anything that will help or prevent the heats in the note.

A God of Lust has no obligation to completely explain how to use the heat note or the rules that will apply to the person who owns it.

The God of lust may or may not add or change rules at their own whims if they find that it will be more personally stimulating.

He steps into his home, goes up to his bedroom and drops both his Death note and now the Heat note on his desk. Immediately Light gets to work disguising the book to look like any ordinary journal. He thought for a moment if he should use this new note, who the hell would he even try it on?

Light heard a laugh and looked behind him, there was a…strange creature. They looked like shinigami if they were a mix between some kinda sex demon with horns and a tail to add to the effect. The shinigami gave him a wave with a sharp-toothed smile.

“Pleased to meet you Light Yagami, I’m the Shinigami of the specialized Heat Note, you can call me Rias.” They said, cocking their head to the side, with a wide grin.

“So why does your death note specifically kill with heat?” Light asked, getting straight to the point.

“Because it’s fun, I’m sure Ryuk has told you but the Shinigami world is boring, so after I got my second death note I did a little tampering around it… And are you satisfied with that answer?” Rias asked as they clacked their nails together.

“I am, and does its unusualness end there? Is there more like I suspect to this heat note?” Light asked, spinning his pen around in his fingers. I am not satisfied. What kind of explanation was that?

“ You’re right, this is special because you don't have to have their actual name to kill them,” That surprised Light, in a good way. A sinister smile came to his face

‘This will be my chance to finally get rid of L’ Light thinks to himself loudly, his mind filled with twisted excitement. “Go on,”

“Well just as an example, if I wanted you to have a heat and die but I knew you as Kira, as long as you personally identified with that name and I had a clear visual of you in my mind the effects would still work. However there is one caveat, the victim has to be alone, or else they won’t die.”

“Alright, well I wouldn’t be the God of the New World if I didn’t have a plan”

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Light watched from his private server as he waited for L to be incapacitated by the burning of his skin. This was all going exactly as planned and he would have L out of his life before he knew it.

Meanwhile with L

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L was sitting/standing in a chair as he ate snacks, he was fine, not a single drop of sweat or irritations in the slightest. He sneezed and looked around for a moment then went back to munching on his snacks.

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Light looks over to the screen with angry confusion, how come he wasn't burning with…well anything? It didn’t work, but why did he not follow the rules precisely? Light opened the book back up and eyed over the set of rules. Why wasn’t L going into heat? Did it have a wait time like the death note? Light turns to face the God of lust, his face held a great irritation.

“What the hell, why didn’t this work” he half yelled.

“Don’t get testy with me, Light Yagami. I won't say it worked but I won't say it failed either.” Rias said with an eerily calm smile. The forever light lightbulb in Light’s mind got even brighter as I looked back and inspected the camera feed closer. “Butttt… I think you should look at those rules one more time.”

Light quickly scans through the book again and lets out a frustrated groan as he rereads the rules, it was the rule where the radius was mentioned and he holds back a curse. The target needs to be able to see him, and it causes him to seemingly glare at the god of lust who only seems to be amused. He looks back at the screen, and L is already gone he lets out a sigh as he realizes he would have to try again.

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It was a couple of days since his first attempt at using the heat note and a bunch of regular death note related deaths later he decided it was time to try and use the red book again. He had a plan for his time, he was going to invite L over, lock him in a room, and leave him until everything was over, most specifically L would be over.

He sent a simple text to L, mentioning some bullshit on how he thinks he has found Kira. He smirks as he waits for the message to be read. While he waited for L to get here he got ready to write his name down in the book.

He took a peak at the screen of his phone, his body filled with anticipation of getting rid of his rival.

The doorbell rings and Light hides a paper of the heat note in his back pocket, while twiddling with his pen between his fingers, he holds back a laugh as he opens the door to L’s hunched-over figure. L was biting his fingernail as he walked inside Light’s home.

“Hey L, Glad you could make it.” Light said, closing the door as L came in.

“What did you find out about Kira?” L makes himself comfortable on the nearest chair. Light moves to take his own seat, reaching into his pocket he touches the paper and has to hold back the urge to jump upon seeing Rias spawn out of nowhere with an unnatural grin on her face.

Light pulled some shit out of his ass about the “likeliest” suspect. Dori Nakamoto is a man with a few things on his record but nothing crazy yet.

“Now Light Yagami, You know that young man isn’t guilty of your crimes,” Rias laughed and snaked onto the back of the couch.

“Light we’re all out of apples- Oh hey Rias, haven’t seen you in a couple hundred years or so,” Ryuk said as he entered the living room.

“Oh, it’s you.” Rias snorts from the couch. Light was trying to ignore them both so he could focus on not being suspicious in front of L, especially when two shinigami were having a conversation.

“I got here just in time for the good to bad. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt that you want to kill your biggest rival with her help” Ryuk attempted to pout, but his eyes didn’t give light to any emotions. Light rolls his eyes and tries to pay attention to L and give him more of the information he lied about to get him to come to his place.

“Ok but what makes you think that this guy is Kira over any other suspect?” L asked, looking at Light.

“Well with searching online I found a forum that many of Kira’s worshippers use. After tracing back the IP addresses I found Nakamoto. That isn’t enough to pin him as Kira but then I remembered that I know this guy. He’s the grandson of the investigators my father has worked alongside before. Briefly, at a company dinner, I talked to him and he has a very radical way of thinking, one that aligns perfectly with Kira. it’s not enough to arrest him however I think we may have overlooked him as a serious suspect.”

Light knew that after doing some investigation it would be a stretch for Nakamoto to be Kira, that’s why he was never all that high up on the list, to begin with. However he didn’t need time to put together a better case, L would be dead before he could look into it.

“I’ll spell his name out for you to look him up later.” Light takes out his heat note paper, writes Nakamoto's full name down, and then writes for L on the paper before handing it over to L to have. Light holds back his smirk as he thinks about this being an easy end to his rival. Rias was cackling to herself in the corner.

“Sayu and my mom brought me this cake, where she got it from I’m not quite sure. You want a piece?” Light asked.

L nodded and Light went into the other room and cut a piece of cake. He let himself grin for a moment. Finally, I'll be rid of him.

L was sweating, a single bead of sweat rolled down his temple and his stance was 0.13% more relaxed than usual. He has put his snacks down, picked up his phone and looks at the time, he then gets up, cuts off the chair, and gets ready to leave the room.

But the door ringing catches both their attention. Light goes to the door to open it and holds back a loud groan with a slight cough. The person who was at the door was no other than Misa Amane who slid her way into Light’s house.

“Light! Aren’t you so happy to see me.!” Misa said, throwing her arms around Light.

“Yeah so happy.. Why are you here?” Light said in a dry tone even if he tried to fringe happiness.

“I came to see you because I missed you of course” She plops herself onto his couch giving a small wave to L who was just staring at the both of them with wide eyes while also eating the dessert.

“I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back. “ His eye twitched ever so slightly, he turned to leave before anyone could say anything to him, he needed to gain his composure that was getting ready to slip as his anger rose due to Misa’s presence.

Rias tapped Light on the shoulder and handed him a folded-up piece of paper. Light opened it up to see startlingly detailed drawings of him and Misa surrounded by a heart with the words Light and Misa forever underneath. Light had to control his face so he didn’t react. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.

“You and Misa are quite cute. Oh, I added a new rule by the way. Whenever I write down names in the note, I can control how long their heat is and whom they desire. So I want you, Misa, and L to have a good time together…” She pulls out a tiny wheel spinner from her pocket. She waits for a second to show him the options which range from twenty-four hours to a whole seven-day week period and then spins it.

Light watches the wheel spin with a feeling of slight dread but also irritation as he watches the arrow tick through the seven entries. The wheel starts to slow down before coming to a stop, like a cruel joke. It's between twenty-four hours and one week. But upon further staring and what Light wants to assume was cheating or at least rigged actions afoot it was a couple of centimeters in one week.

“Oh lookie here...for the next one hundred sixty-eight hours, unless you want to die of course,” Rias said with a shit-eating grin on her face. Light had reached his boiling point as he watched Rias leave the bathroom.

Light clenched his fists and his eyes felt like they were going to boil and flow right out of the socket. He thought he was humiliated when L showed up at his school, well this was an all-time low. Not only was his plan ruined but now he was stuck with that meddling Rias for the rest of his life. His fingers twitched as he clawed at his hair.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” He whispered loudly, he stared at the note Rias gave him with fury before ripping it all up into tiny little pieces and throwing it all in the trash.

“Light… you okay in there,” Misa asked, knocking softly on the door. Light took a deep breath before straightening back up and fixing his hair.

“I’m fine,” He called out, he had to get it together and calm down before he went off the handle. He can do that, it's not that hard to pretend to be calm and collected.

Rias pops her head through the door while poorly holding in her laughter. “Oh one more thing, it's going to affect you more aggressively because you are the designated helper for both of your guests” She holds back a snicker before leaving to probably go listen to Light have a meltdown from outside the door.

Light’s entire body was tense with fury and he tried not to let out a scream. He ran his hand through his hair haphazardly enough to tousle and distress in his current style. Why him, there were so many rotten individuals out there and somehow he just had to have the bad luck of .00000000145 to find the heat note.

No, if anything he was glad, it would be a problem if someone other than him had a death note, Misa was already enough. He straightened up and combed his hair back into place, spending the next minutes trying to make himself presentable and ignoring the seething feeling that was still very much there, threatening him to come undone at any moment. Maybe it was the awareness that it was going to happen but he already felt like the feverishness was starting.

He shook it off and turned the cold knob to open the door. As he walked down the hall he could hear the chattering of Misa’s voice.

“Okay Now hand me that pillow… yeah right there…and then we’re gonna put this here…”

When he walked into the living room he didn’t know what he was expecting, however, it certainly wasn't L and Misa making a nest. He stood in the door frame with a blank expression. They had taken the two seater and the square ottoman and pressed them against the three-seater to make a pseudo “pit”. The throw pillows were arranged around the backs of the couches for what he assumed was extra plush. So this is really happening. He shook his head before calling out to get their attention.

“What are you two doing in my living room?” The two of them looked over at him like they had been caught committing a crime but also with a glint of excitement.

“Making a nest, it’s not nearly cozy enough in here,” Misa said with a bright smile. “Come join us,” She said, ushering him over. It’s a bit strange for an omega to so readily invite not one but two alphas to build a nest with her, but maybe the pre-heat was making us release omega pheromones? He sniffed the air as we walked over, the air certainly did have a particularly “omega-ish” smell about it. He could smell Misa’s soft magnolia and brown sugar scent and a softer version of L’s usual fresh linen scent. It was certainly a calming smell if nothing else.

Light came over to join them and they laid down in the finished product at Misa’s behest. The finished product had taken the mattress topper from Light’s bed along with his duvet, sheets, and pillows. Misa had a stash of blankets that she added to it as well as shoving some of Light’s worn shirts between the pillows and under the blankets.

“Is it always this hot inside nests?” L asked.

“No, Light, do you have the heat on?” Misa asked, looking over to him.

“No, you know I keep it on 21,” He answered. Satisfied with his answer or not they didn’t ask any more questions. It does feel particularly warm in here, in fact, it did feel rather hot.

“But it is kinda hot in here I’ll cut it down a bit” As he walked over to the thermostat to cut it down a bit he pulled on the collar of his shirt, trying to get some coolness.

Light stood there silently thinking to himself, his face blank as he internally screamed and cursed Rias for what she had put him through. Misa grabbed his hand to force him into the nest they had created even when he felt like he should have yanked his hand off her. He could picture himself blowing off the handle and slapping her and everyone else in here including the shinigami if he could manage it. But he needed to remain calm, after all this was just a minor… major setback. The fact that Rias had put his life at risk just because she felt like it, made him pissed off more than he could fathom his rage.

Not only that but if he and Misa are out of commission for a whole week then there’s no one to write names which after L came to he would find suspicious. The fact alone that two alphas are experiencing a heat is strange enough but this is like putting a big fat target on his back. Before the full heat set in, Light had to do something fast. Since it was to keep Misa out of trouble as well then perhaps he could convince Rem to write names down but how convenient was it that he didn’t see the Shinigami anywhere.

He runs upstairs to write a few scheduled names into the death note but it doesn't take long before he gets even more affected by the growing heat, and gets called to go back down with the others. He then goes back down the stairs with a buzzing in his head, this feeling was really starting to hit him like a train. He stumbles down to the living room, bumping into the wall as he does before seeing a sight.

Misa and L were pressed up against each other like they were trying to subtly crawl into each other's skins. Their eyes half-lidded as they sat next to each other when they, but mostly Misa had noticed Light standing In the doorframe. Misa beckoned Light forward to the nest, and he found himself walking over to them, his legs moving him before his thoughts could stop him. Next thing he knows sitting beside Misa, just watching L and her cuddled up, feeling the want to join them.

There was such a soothing aura that came from being in the nest, the soft smells emanating from L and Misa, along with the warmth of the blankets and pillows. He moved closer and closer until he was resting his head on his hand. It was so warm and cozy that he felt like he could fall asleep. L was lying on Misa’s lap and Misa had moved over so that she was leaning against Light, who had no energy to protest.

Light’s hands drifted to Misa’s head and his fingers ran her through silky soft blonde hair. Misa hummed in satisfaction, then Light started to get heavy eyes until he gave up and let them close fully.

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Light woke up to an unbearable heat,(literally ) his body was caked with sweat that left his clothing stuck to his skin. He felt like he was going to melt, and he wanted to pry off his clothes. He brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes, hoping to refocus himself when he noticed Misa nuzzled up against L her hands under his white shirt. As she was in the middle of taking it off of him.

Light turned his head towards them, almost unbelieving what was going on, “What the hell are you two doing?”

The two looked over at him with flushed faces, L’s face was decorated by Misa’s red lipstick, their hair was messy and they had their hands down each other’s metaphorical pants because they had discarded the pants and underwear. Misa sits up much to L’s dismay and crawls over to Light, who is finally awake enough to start feeling angry about the fact that he was in this predicament.

“Light~ You’re finally awake! Come join us,” she jumped into his lap and wrapped her hands around his neck. He could smell her so strongly it almost made him dizzy. He leaned forward and breathed in the sweet scent and he found himself on her hips. She shivers and places a kiss on his cheek and then she travels to kiss his neck.

L was watching with half-lidded eyes and his hands falling to his cock which felt harder than ever before. His hand gently starts to spread the leaking precum from his tip, the clear liquid dripping down his shaft. He was sensitive, that was for sure and his eyes looked over to the two in front of him.

Misa, now completely topless has taken Light's shirt off and the two were making out. Light's hands were groping at Misa's breast and each soft sound she made was like a trigger to them both. L tightens his grip with a moan of his own as he starts to stroke himself.

Light felt like he was bulging out of his pants, especially with Misa on top of him. He let go of her momentarily causing whine to leave her wet lips. Light had a deep urge to get out of his clothes which were getting soaked with sweat and tight down below. He peeled off his top and made work on the bottoms. Misa watched while giggling, she placed a kiss on his cheek before turning to glance at L who was touching himself. She licked her lips, scooting herself in the middle between the two.

“You do it too okay,” Mika said, taking Light’s hand and placing it upon his throbbing cock. Light hissed at the touch. The feeling of anything touching him was almost too much but he craved stimulation so desperately. It was such a foreign feeling, to be this needy.

They all lay in the back of the nest, slouching as their hands moved against themselves. L moved his hand at a slow pace with a tight grip. The excessive amount of precum that leaked from his aching cock made it easy to stroke up and down his length.

Meanwhile, Misa used her hand to spread her slick across her entire cunt, taking the pads of her fingers to add pressure on her clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud. Her other hand massaged one of her breasts. Her delicate fingers knead them like dough.

Light was getting lost in the whirlwind of thoughts flying around his head. His cock throbbed in the loose grip of his hand. He was an alpha going through a heat after all and it was a completely different feeling compared to a rut, it felt more intimate, more out of control, and more vulnerable.

Light let out a groan, as his eyes drifted over to Misa, who was pushing a set of fingers inside her slippery folds. As soon as they entered her wet hole she let out a wanton moan. He tightens the grip on his cock and starts to stroke himself better. Then his eyes met L's who was looking right back at him. He held back the action to kiss his teeth, a part of him wanted to blame L for them all being in his situation. But he knew that it was particularly his fault for trying to kill him using the god-forsaking book and then the other…other half knew it was Rias fault for even writing his name into the book.

L was also in his head, he felt like he was getting closer to climax, his balls tightening up and his dick twitched in his hand as he got ready for release. He never thought he could feel this kinda horny right now. L took in sharp breaths as he came, squirts of milky white fluid shot up and out landing on his torso and getting spread over his pulsating cock as he rutted up into his hand.

Despite having just cum he was still so painfully hard, so he kept stroking himself. L twisted his wrist, trying to fulfill the abhorrent lust that consumed his entire being. He was still sensitive but he couldn’t stop either, so he kept on. More and more and more and more and MORE. His body demanded it of him. All he could look forward to was a sweet release in hopes that it would temper this fever.

Light on the other hand was letting out a hiss as he got himself closer, his eyes were closed as he rocked his hips into his hand. This was all their fault, he could list a bunch of reasons on how this went wrong but they all felt like that was mattering less and less as he got to his peak. He was overcome with his desire for something more intimate so he opened his eyes to look for his target.

He grabs Misa’s working hand and pulls her on top of him, she gets the silent messages and she gets on top of him. She pressed herself on his needy aching cock and rubbed her wet cunt, they both let out a moan. She rocked her hips slowly, loving the feeling of the head of Light’s cock teasing her clit with every moment.

Small wet noises came from the sound of her lower lips, which were drowned with vicious slick, being parted by Light’s cock. However, the sounds of wetness were drowned out by the sweet moans from Misa. Light began to rock his hips in tandem with her, reaching up and gripping her hips.

Misa, leaned down, rolling her hips deeply. He pressed her lips to Light’s, licking his lips for entrance which was quickly granted. Their tongues writhed around together, the fleshy pick muscles twisting and wriggling with each other.

“Fuck-” Light moaned into Misa’s mouth, he could feel her pussy fluttering just begging to be fucked, but something else was itching around Light’s brain something that he’d never thought he’d experience, something that he was going to shove to the back of his mind not to think about.

Misa pulled herself away from Light’s lips and he barely stopped himself from letting out a needy moan. No, this isn’t happening. Light thought, he shook his head, he refused to let the heat delirium get to him. Misa switched around so her back was to Light and leaned over to take L’s throbbing member out of his hand. L let out a groan as her soft warm hands began to slowly caress his schlong.

Her soft plump lips came down around the L’s tips and her tongue flicked over his hole. The taste of his salty precum took over her taste buds. As Light’s dick brushed against her clit she moaned and the vibrations made L groan. L could feel Misa smile around his length before she widened her jaw and took more of him into her mouth. Misa hollowed her cheeks out as her head bobbed up and down; her saliva sliding down and mixing with L’s precum.

MIsa felt her legs start to shake and sat up slightly, her back arching as she let out a carnal moan. Light was rutting his cock between her folds. Misa was bent over, ass up and pawing at L. She takes his moist cock in her hand and brings it back up to her plush lips, L fell back, as anticipation filled him. When their eyes met a shiver ran down L’s spine at the lustful look Misa had in her eye.

She was bobbing her head on him slowly, getting a good taste of him on her tongue. L shivered with every vibration she would make from her moans. Light was enjoying the feeling of Misa’s lower lips pressed against her, he wanted to push himself into her but he wanted to have what L was having and he wanted it now.

“Oh!” L let out a hushed sound as he felt the familiar feeling as he gripped the messy sheets. He squeezed his eyes tight and got ready for the satisfaction of Misa’s efforts.

Misa lets out a pained moan as she gets yanked off of L, who lets out a few muttered curses as he cums, his load oozing out of him like a sad leaky faucet. He lets out a string of huffs and puffs as he watches Misa get flipped over and roughly placed on Light’s tweaking shaft. He glares at the other man, his blood simmering ever so slightly as he witnesses the sight before him. Light had a firm grip on Misa’s blonde locks and rocked his hips into her face.

Misa was drooling as her mouth tried to compensate for the fiction of Light’s thrust, it almost caused her to choke on it with how much force he was putting into each movement. His dick bullied its way to the back of her mouth and hit the back of her throat like a bullseye. He could feel her gagging around his length, the way he thrust into her mouth was a bombardment to her senses. Her hand traveled down to rub circles to her clit and she moved her fingers in tight circles. She takes him the best she can, pretty much going limp in his lap so he can have the control he wants his hips start to stutter within her mouth. She sucked on him as she helped him get off and she could feel her eyes roll back from the angle he was holding her in place.

Light let out a growl of pleasure as he got ready to blow his load, which he had no plans of pulling out anytime soon. Misa could feel the slick dripping down her fingers and thighs, she felt like the start of a dam getting ready to burst. Light slams her face onto the hilt of his cock, making sure to empty his balls, his hot seed filling her mouth and she makes sure to swallow all of it. Light’s cock swelled up at the base, her legs gave out and she slick as she was overwhelmed with her pleasure.

Misa’s mouth was stretched wide as she had Light’s knot in her mouth, L gripped the waist to help pull her off of Light, Her teeth scraped against his cock when the obvious popping sound when she got off of him.

“Dammit bitch that hurt!” he cursed, before sitting down, and Misa mutters an apology while rubbing her jaw.

The smell of sex permeated the air and the sweet sweet smell of omega, there was the new smell of Alpha. It made Misa’s inner omega preen and L’s as well? While it was strange he tried not to think much of it, it best not to fret about these things too much at the moment. The pheromones of an alpha made them want to present, they could feel slick leaking out their holes which ached to be filled.

“Light~” Misa whined, as she rubbed her thighs together.

Misa’s pupils were blown out with need as she prompted them to fuck her. Light moved first, he dug his fingers into her hips and backside while pushing himself into her. His cock sunk in between her dripping walls as she clenched around him. She lets out a moan, her back arching off the floor of the nest. Light rolled his hips into hers, holding her waist in place as he started to thrust into her. He picks up the pace, and every slam of his hips makes the fat of thighs and butt jiggle. Misa could feel herself molding against Light’s cock like a glove. She began meeting his thrusts, and her fingers moved back down to her clit.

Despite Light's efforts to hold her place, Misa wiggled her hips so the pad of her fingers could get a better angle on her already sensitive bud. She stiffened her fingers as much as she possibly could so she could apply above pressure. Wet plaps reverberated around the room as Light drilled into Misa's overflowing cunt.

The combined stimulation of Light drilling into her and her fingers circling her clit turned her brain to mush. All she could think about was trying to cum over and over again.

“Oh yes, Yes YES!” Misa was mumbling to herself over and over as Light hit her walls with a weighted fervor.

The heavy pheromones Misa released made L feel a bit feral and animalistic like he wanted to pounce on her at any moment. The dominating alpha scent emanating from L made Light grow and grip Misa tighter. The two dominating aromas caused a frenzied pleasure to coil up in Misa, it felt like she could come any second.

Misa’s moans got louder and her body trembled and she was squeezing Light’s dick in a vice grip. Light let out an unsatisfied groan as he feels Misa fluttering around his length. He wasn't as close as Misa was and his body was hitting her with active frustration.

L slowly stroked himself as he made his way in front of Misa’s face. His scent right on her face makes her let out a whimper. She opened her mouth to let out a moan only for it to become stuffed by L’s cock causing the muffled vibrations of her moans to surround L.

Misa’s eyes rolled in the back of her head from the pure ecstasy she was feeling; the two men pushing her back and forth between them. Misa's body tensed up as she came, yet none of that mattered to either of the men.

A few curses slipped from Light’s lips as Misa’s warm pussy tightened around him. The grip she had on his cock made him fill her with his seed, he slapped her ass once as she began pitching back on his cock faster. L was gently holding Misa’s chin as he thrust into her face slowly.

Misa fell slack between them, as they both pounded into her, Light plunging into her pussy and L beating against the back of her throat. The slick almost makes Light’s length slip out of her but it stops becoming a problem when he feels his knot start to swell. His hips were flush against her hips as his warm cum spilled inside her. His knot fit snugly in her walls and L ran his hand through Misa’s hair before going to hold it in a loose grip. He started to move faster. She took one of her hands and massaged L’s balls, his head fell back as he let out a moan.

He was getting close to filling her mouth, and L wanted to make sure that Light wouldn’t ruin his orgasm like last time so he tightened his grip on her hair. He rocked her hips into her mouth, she could feel him throbbing in her mouth and the jittering of his balls in her hands. Misa lets out a sultry moan around his cock as he gets ready to cum, after he does his knot locks up between Misa’s teeth. The warm liquid coats her throat as she works to swallow his cum to avoid the risk of choking on the thick concoction.

Light slowly rocked his hips into Misa in an attempt to get his knot out of her. Misa was trembling with every slight movement either of them made inside her. L had managed to lodge his knot out of her mouth with a wet pop and gently rubbed her jaw to help soothe her.

Light pulled Misa back into his lap so he could sit down, pushing himself deeper into her cunt. L had fallen back on the bedding of the nest, his eyes starting to close and he fell asleep. His body is getting comfortable in the nest. Light roughly grips one of her breasts as they wait for him not to go down enough to pull out of her. He needed something to do after all so maybe he could make her cum while they sat stuck together. He ran down her body and along her body, as he felt her up slowly before he got to between her legs where they were connected.

Misa tried to bounce on Light’s dick, as much as she could with Light’s knot still stuck inside her. Her fingers came up to twist and tweak her puffy rosy nipples. High-pitched moans and random babbles fell from Misa's lips as she was fucked to another orgasm.

Her pussy squelched and gushed around Light’s cock which with a little work was now able to slide out of her as he shot a few ropes of cum to the outside of her pussy and the sweaty and slicked skin of her plushy ass

Light’s head falls back as he tries to regain his composure and resist the urge to fuck Misa through her tired orgasm, and instead pulls out of her now that his knot had gone down enough for him to pull out, his eyes just so happen to glance at Rias and Ryuk were casually playing cards.

Ryuk had a shitting-eating grin and was snorting while Rias was slamming the cards down; then she noticed that Light was looking back at them and gave him a wink, before jumping to pursuable jump Ryuk for the game they were playing. Then they both run off before he could make any subtle comments to either of them.

They were all exhausted and they snuggled together, as they caught up on their energy. The sheets were messed up and they were using each other for warmth. Light was lying on his back, breathing slowly, Misa’s head was against his chest and L was lying on her thighs. They slept for a few hours before one of them started to stir, L is the one waking up.

L was trailing his way up Misa’s body, he was so horny, wrapped in a desire to do something to satisfy his urges. He slid his way between her legs, she was wet with slick, and glistening with her waterfalls of arousal she made each time she came. He licked his lips, breathing in her scent before moving in to give her an open mouth kiss. He uses the tip of his tongue to taste her, and enjoying her liquid he decides to better dive in.

His tongue plunged into her wet cunt and like a man in the desert finding an oasis he eagerly lapped at her love juices. He could hear Misa in her sleep letting out small moans. Her voice sounded so cute and her soft sweet omega smell only made him want to ravage her further. He sank his full face in her nectar, running his tongue between her folds and pushing it into her hole.

His fingers came up to plunge into her cunt. His ring and middle finger scissored apart to spread her creamy home open. Her slick was so sweet, he just wanted to thrust up into her and fill her with his knot. He could taste the mixture of her slick and Light’s sperms on his tongue as he pushed his fingers deeper into her.

“M..mhm…” Misa moaned as her eyes fluttered open.“Ryuzaki…?” Misa asked sleepily, her voice a bit hoarse and her eyes still half-lidded.

“Shh… just… just don’t worry about me,” L said as he began sucking on Misa’s sensitive clit. Moans escaped her mouth and her fingers dug into L’s disheveled mop of black hair. She pulls him flush against her gooey slit as her eyes close for a few moments, savoring the feeling and trying to fight the sensitivity that she was still feeling before she went to sleep. Her hips were undulating slowly as he struggled to stay still.

He curled his fingers into her and sucked on her clit with sloppy kisses and playfully gently bites. It caused her to jump and another groggy moan left her tired body. She was rubbing her hips into L's face and yanking him forward into her as he ate her out. L starts to hold her in place and keeps his pace, thirsting his slender fingers in and out of her sloppy entrance. her slick was drenching his face and the sheets below them. But it was not anyone's problem, they could worry about it when they didn't feel like they were burning from heat, literally being consumed with desire to be claimed and fucked.

He works her through a surprisingly quick orgasm that had snuck up on her before it happened. She shivers and L mutters a compliment on her flavor and says sweet things in his respective way. Misa reached up a subtly took off the bite collar she had on and tucked it away somewhere between the fluff of the nest.

“Hey Ryuzaki, you know what would really help with this situation? Biting. You should bite Light, when he wakes up he’ll feel better and totally thank you,” Misa said, hanging off L’s shoulders.

“What about us?” L asked raising a fair point…Misa thought about it a bit before giving a lazy smile.

“We’ll bite each other of course, here I’ll show you, " Misa said, her lips coming and kissing on L’s trapezius right next to his scent glands. As her lips and pointed canines ghosted over L’s skin a shiver went down his spine.

“Won’t that be a mate mark?” He asked.

“What? Of course not~ mate marks are higher up on the neck, trust me I’m an omega I know these things,” Misa said. It wasn’t per se that L was ignorant, far from it he was actually dead on about them being mate marks. However, the heat had turned his beautiful brain to mush and he was in a complete daze.

Naturally, that’s how Misa ended up sinking her teeth into L’s tender flesh. He groaned at the mix of pain and pleasure. A shiver ran down his body and he closed his eyes as his body processed what was happening. Misa licked over the mark before pulling away.

“See you don’t feel mated do you?” L shook his head. Not yet at least. He went to bite Misa and she let out a small moan.

L bent down to where Light slept, a bit restlessly, and began kissing and licking his neck, it smelled so amazing he did feel the urge to bite him. So he did. Light’s eyes widen and he lets out a hiss, his side eyes L.

“What the fuck…!” Light muttered out low curses before getting hit with a wave of the heat, and the new feeling of a mate mark forming. once L had removed his teeth out of the other man Light was quick to shove him back. A frown on his face as he got ready to give him hell.

“Light, what's wrong?” Misa asked, sliding closer to him.

“What’s wrong? Ryuzaki just bit-“ Light clutched his head and he hissed. Misa came around to cradle Light’s head and began releasing more pheromones. The scent was a little dreamy and helped pacify his previous anger.

“It’s alright it was just a little nibble,” Misa said, kissing the corner of Light’s mouth. Light grumbled but Misa ignored it and continued peppering kisses on Light’s face. She tilted her head to the side exposing her scent glands that were silently calling for Light, bite me, bite me! They seemed to say. Light kisses Misa’s jaw, traveling his way down to her neck reluctantly as he is drawn closer to mark her.

“Bite me,” Misa said in a low seductive whisper.

“I’m not mate marking you,” Light said in between suckling hickies onto her neck, a small whimper came from her mouth before she spoke. L was silently watching them talk, his eyes switching between Misa and Light, seeing them in a new light.

“It’s not a mate mark,” Misa replied softly, Light sighed, his tongue licking over his teeth. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t didn’t want to bite Misa, he just wanted to avoid mating with her if possible. Light nibbled and nipped at Misa’s tender neck. As he went in for a deeper bite Misa suddenly shifted and he bit right into her trapezius. Misa gasped and Light’s eyes dilated as his teeth sank into her skin, he quickly pulled away.

“Dammit Misa!” Light cursed, glaring harshly at Misa, his hands flexed and his eyes twitched. His alpha was yelling at him for raising his voice at Misa, his (unfortunate) new mate and L was looking at him with a dark look. It was a warning. Only now he was seeing the marks on their necks. Misa rubbed her thighs together and Light could smell her sweet slick, of course, she was getting off on this. Light thought.

“Misa you lied,” L said, even if he couldn't find it in his body to stay mad at his new mate.

“Well technically no, it did make everything better right.?” She placed a hand on him and gave him a sweet smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the smartest detective in the world or whatever? How did you believe her?” Light asked, looking at L with a glower.

“Look I’m not really thinking straight right now ok,” L shrugged and massaged his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah Light, that’s just how heats are,” Misa said, defending the black-haired man. They all sat silent for a moment, it was the first time any one of them had actually said it.

“But like why are you two going through a heat in the first place, Like I’m not even due for my heat until a few more months ” Misa murmured.

“That's actually a good question.”

“Uh… hormonal imbalance” He was sweating, it was nervousness he was feeling but then it got worse.

Light suddenly felt extremely hot, beads of sweat rolled down his skin and his hair stuck to the sides of his face and his forehead. He laid back in the nest and wiped his arm over his forehead. His chest heaved as he tried to regulate his overwhelming fever. His hole was leaking slick and puckering around nothing. He was so unbelievably horny but it was so different from his usual horniness. He had been trying to push down the feeling but he couldn’t deny it anymore, he felt so severely submissive.

He was holding back whimpers and whines that led L and Misa to pick up on his needs. L felt his eyes constrict as he moved closer to Light’s hole, he pushed his finger into his hole, and it gave him no problems. Light jumped at the intrusion he pushed his finger all the way in before pulling it out and getting the taste of Light on his tongue. Then he pushes another finger in after he adds the first,

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” L starts to slowly trust his fingers and it shuts him up if only for a moment, his cock was throbbing as he felt the need to fuck the man who had his legs open for him. He licked up any of the dripping clear lubricants that came out of his hole. He was feeling like he was having a heart attack due to the overwhelming desire to be fucked.

He was sucking up his slick and thrusting his fingers into Light until he watched his cock twitch from just the penetration of his fingers alone. His tongue flicked up to his balls and back down his fingers spreading open Light’s easy hole. He held back slutty moans as L’s fingers curled up to push against his oozing walls. He gets a definitive sound when L hits his prostate. Light bites his lips and covers his flushed face. He felt like his heart was going to stop if he didn't get something more now, his heart was skipping beats as he felt like he was going cum by getting his asshole fingered. Light's ass lifts, his back arches, and his cock spasms, shooting a weak load to fall back onto him.

“You taste so good that I have to have you now” L pulls his fingers out of his slip ‘n slide hole with a wet sound.

L rubbed his tip along Light’s hole that was soaked with slick. Light turned his head to the side trying to hide his expression as L teased his needy hole. Light suppressed a whimper as L pushed the head of his cock into his ass. L let out a groan at the feeling of the tightness around his cock. He slowly pushed his way into the tense entrance, L let out a groan and Light almost screamed. Misa scoots over and pats his damp hair. Light closes his eyes to try and get used to the feeling of someone inside of him.

“Just relax, it’s not gonna feel good when you’re clenching so tightly,” L said to Light. L starts off slow with his thrusts, as he tries to help him get used to his length filling his canal up till his hips are flushed against his. He then sped up and rocked his hips at a medium pace, while holding Light’s legs apart. Thrusting his hips in an upward motion L let out a pleasured sigh as his hips pushed in and out of the other man. Light bit his lips to trap the noises of pleasure that itched to escape his mouth. It felt so good but he wanted more, it wasn’t enough to temper the fierce heat. Finding just the right angle L shot his fat tip right against Light’s prostate and he couldn’t help the sob that escaped from his mouth.

“Since Light won’t say it, keep doing whatever it is you just did,” Misa said with a giggle. Light could tell her heat was kicking back up by the way she rubbed her thighs together. However, that wasn’t something that he could help with when L was rearranging his guts.

L learned more on top of Light, biting him in places he could easily reach, littering him with hickeys on his chest and even a few on his arms. He held the angle he thrusted into him over and over, the time between his trust getting shorter and shorter as he moved rougher. As L roughly fucked into Light’s squelching hole his heavy balls slapped against his ass. The constant barrage left is ass reddened. L could feel like Light was close to climax from the way he squeezed around him. He found himself holding off on his orgasm so he could continue thrusting into Light’s hole. From the way Light spasmed around him he expected to see a few ropes of cum spurt out from his cock however slick clear liquid gushed around his cock, and a whimper escaped Light’s mouth.

Misa reached down and swiped her fingers through the juices before giving it a taste; she let out a satisfactory hum. It had a nice mild sweetness to it but was still alpha-ish somehow like a softer sweeter version of his cum is what she deduced. L’s head fell down as he felt the constriction of Light’s walls on him, he could feel himself getting closer. He tightens his grip on Light’s legs and pulls him into his lap, he folds him over and thrusts up into Light who grips the messy sheets. He was letting out whimpers of his own, feeling the smell of their heats on overdrive.

He felt his mouth salivate as he was overcome with the urge to complete the mate mark. He let his teeth aching to sink into him. Each thrust felt like he was being called and begged to submit and bite him. He had pulled L closer as if he had already known what Light wanted. L tilted his neck for Light to bite him and when he did they both let out a shaky moan. It made them shiver and it added a blanket of pleasure, it was feeling all kinds of good and it almost made him wish he would have done it sooner, but he knew when he got the better thought in mind he’d regret it. That thought seems to sum itself up when Misa pulls his neck to the side and bites him afterway. He couldn’t do anything nor did he want to do anything about any of it at the current moment. He was far too distracted by what L was doing to him.

Along with the new angle, and official marks, it all came a whole new dimension of pleasure, Light was drooling with pleasure, he felt like he couldn't get enough of the feeling and his head weakly tried to reach for something to grab on to as he gets ready for an all intense orgasm as he felt the subtle growing of L’s knot getting bigger within him. His eyes were watering and he refused to look up at L as he pounded into him. It was all too much for Light, as he had overcome him like a volcano ready for eruption. His cum had shot out of him, getting on himself and a bit on L’s exposed lower half.

“There you go” Misa had made her best efforts to soothe Light with his orgasm, he let out a string of moans as he clenched around L which sent the other alpha into a frenzy, he rutted against him as he got to his own peak. His cock throbbed, his grip tightened on Light's legs when he held them far apart to slam his hips into him. His knot swelled and he cums inside of Light, all that seemed to cause a funny feeling to burn in Light's chest. L collapses on top of Light, as cum gets even more on them both. They were both huffing and puffing as they lay stuck together by L’s knot

The week went by with little sleep and a lot of sex, some passionate and some rather rough.

On the second day, L was woken up to Light pounding Misa on her hands and knees. Such lewd loud moans were coming from her mouth. It was a wonder that he hadn’t woken up sooner.

“Ah- Ah Light, you feel so good~” Misa moaned. Her pussy creamed around him as he pistoned into her g-spot over and over again. The fat of her ass rippled as Light’s hips slapped against hers. With every second and every thrust, they came closer to cumming.

“Knot it please, cum inside! I want your pups~” Misa whined. Light certainly does not want to get Misa pupped up. The through did make his dick twitch, however.

“Oh fuck! m’ gonna cum~” Misa cried out. The coil that had been slowly winding in her core snapped and she was hit by overwhelming pleasure, yet, Light didn’t stop the assault on her cunt.

“L-light wait, I can barely take it,” But light continued, his cock burying itself further into Misa’s cunt. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open dumbly as all she could even think of was Light’s cock bullying its way into her pussy. It seemed like the pleasure would never stop like Light was going to be fucking into her abused cunt for hours. (it was five more minutes)

“Oh~ so fucking tight” Light moaned as his knot caught on the inside of Misa’s wet cavern and filled up her womb with his sticky seed.

Misa fell asleep with Light’s knot still inside her. A considerable amount of time later, after much caressing, fucking sucking and mutual masturbation L crawled over and pawed at Lights’s thighs. They lay on their sides, facing each other. L’s lips came around his tip, He licked over the slit and his tongue swirled around Light’s angry red tip.

Meanwhile Light was licking stripes up L’s throbbing length. Light wouldn’t exactly say that he had come around to having an alpha over him. The feeling of wanting to submit to someone in the way he did with L was foreign but not exactly unwanted, at least while he was suffering through this heat, afterwards, he could find a solution to the situation. Light’s head bobbed up and down, taking half of L’s length into his mouth. At one point Light was quite literally fucking into L’s mouth, his cock routinely hitting the back of his throat and sliding against his tongue.

Avoiding knotting in each other's mouths they reluctantly pulled away from each other and Light’s ego was repaired a bit by topping L. Pressing his tip against the tight ring of muscle. Light positioning L onto his back, L looks up at him while frog blinking. He moved between his legs.

Towards the middle of the week, it felt like a blur, whether it was intentional or not it was completely hard to remember all that had happened. Yet one person seemed to know enough of what had happened, and that was Misa. She told them that in the heat of the moment they had shared an intimate feeling with each other while L was stuck again inside Light for what felt like longer for his knot to go down. Misa wasn’t going to let them forget it. In fact, Misa may or may not have gotten a picture or two of the two men making out with a loving passion.

Sometime at the end of the week, they all woke up in the middle of the night with slick covering their thighs and unbearable heat in their stomachs, it was so much worse than the rest of the days, Misa explained that towards the end of a heat, they get really intense. L was balls deep in Misa’s ass and Light was in front of her sucking on her clit. After Misa’s first orgasm Light plunged his way into Misa's pussy and they went at it for hours after, in various positions of course.

Then on the last day, they all felt like mushes of lusted and sweaty blobs and the fabrics of the nest were crunchy. Some of them look like an old abandoned sock of a questionable recluse penis haver. The amount of sex they had was extreme and sweaty and hot but in the end at least they all came out alive.

Being a polyamorous mated pair wasn’t exactly in the plan for Light, however, he supposed he could work around it, he was going to be the god of the new world after all and he rationalized that it was perfectly reasonable for a god to have more than one mate (even if he had an alpha over him… for now at least), Well for now, all he had to worry about is cleaning up this nest. After washing their bodies, and the contents of the nest and reassembling it. They lay down in the nest Misa lay on Light's chest purring softly as she rubbed her wrist against Light’s scent glands and his clothes before doing the same with L and then the same with the other two. After thoroughly scenting each other they laid down. Light was lulled into peace by the for purring of Misa and the low rumbling of L. Before he fell asleep he looked up to see what Rias and Ryuk were doing,

Rias is juggling apples in her hand, a cheeky look on her face. “I'll give you Five apples for a smooch” She looked at him as she hopped closer to Ryuk, who was very much considering her offer.

“....Yes”

He sighed, wishing he hadn’t looked, and laid back down with his mates,

Notes: The Heat Note is a Concept we were hoping would become popular like an AU. If you're feeling particularly inspired feel free to write your own heat note story, just make sure to credit us and add the tag #The Heat Note.

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vendetta-ari · 12 days ago

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Romeo, Juliet, and a blonde Romeo.

Patrick Zweig x Fem!Reader x Art Donaldson (mentions of sex but no written smut, implied relationship with Art Donaldson, implications of At Donaldson ed (the food kind) cheating?,Reader is a lil bitch, not proofread)

"Hey, i made you breakfast..!" Art chirped as you sat up from your fluffy bed, ever the morning person, the blonde was already dressed and awake- holding a gross looking green smoothie in his hands. somehow, this grown man still has yet to understand what casual means. whatever, free food.

Thanks again for making breakfast," you tap your foot rhythmically against the tile, watching Art pick at his own pancakes and not eat them. "you gonna eat..?"

"not hungry." he quickly bites back, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes with a soft smile. you pause, and the rythem your leg was bouncing to halts as you question him—"why would you make food if you weren't hungry?" one arched brow later and the blonde is chuckling nervously, cleaning up your empty plate and shrugging frantically "yknow, i. actually don't know- I guess i just wanted to make you something but I didn't want it to be awkward so-"

"Art?"

"yeah?"

"stop acting like my boyfriend."

he stammers a quick apology, before making up some excuse about needing to go to practice. (he doesn't, and you know that too, you aren't dumb.) and just like that, the blonde is gone. you'd feel bad, but this isn't the first time you had to remind him that your relationship is purely just friends (with amazing benefits) who knew pathetic men could have such good dick? after cleaning up the rest of the kitchen you go to your room to change, only to hear a familiar pattern of knocks.

tap-tap, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, tap-tap.

annoying bastard.

Patrick Zweig.

you open the window anyway. you're a woman of weak morals.

"miss me, baby?" he purrs.

you debate pushing him out the window, but the drop isn't very far.

after rolling your eyes and pulling him through the window, you meet his lips for a kiss. the kind where it's not light or tender and very much sloppy, with tillted heads and kitten licks.

so yeah, maybe you were playing with Patrick and Art. but could you really be blamed?

"hey, what's that?-" Patrick's stupid mouth isn't on your lips, but it's enough to pull you out if the moment, dazed and ticked.

"what's what?" you look around, trying to gage where his eyes have landed now.

Fuck.

Art left his Stanford hat. bright red, almost like a stop sign.

braindead blonde, he's gonna ruin your shot at getting laid (again) today.

"it's nothin, my uh..brother came over today. left his hat."

"am I supposed to belive that?"

God you could pull your hair out right now, you kick the hat under your bed. "can we get back to it?" you snarl, sitting on the bed and pulling him to stand between your legs.

he hasn't budged yet. it's been 5 minutes and he won't even kiss you, the cap is in his hands and he's inspecting it like some sort of fuckin' detective.

"im not fucking you if you don't tell me who's this actually is."

why does that even matter? since when has Patrick ever been monogamous? just last week he asked for a three way between you and this secret somone- the way he described the man though, sounded like he was in love.

"yknow, he's not too skinny, he's fir and built perfectly. white, blonde, he's got those two colored eyes...what's that called again? heterophobia?"

"Patrick i dont care, I'm not trying to get an STD."

"no he's safe, I swear!"

"i said no already!"

Patrick sniffs the hat, like the weirdo he is. you swear his pupils dialate, like a cat.

"what?" you murmur, almost defensively. you didn't mean for it to sound like that- but oh well.

"nothing. I'm going home."

"what? hey!? what about me-"

Art's stupid little hat gets thrown at your face, you sputter and go to chase after Patrick, but he's already hopped out of your window.

well. that's one less good lay.

atleast you've still got Art?

you quickly text him that he left his hat at your place, you make it sound a little flirty too. you didn't just get all worked up for nothing.

Patrick hadn't even stepping foot through the door and Art is already trying to leave.

"look I know we made plans man- but I gotta go do something important!"

"Important like what? whats more important than hanging out with me, am I that insignificant to you?!"

"no- it's not like that, stop being fucking dramatic!"

"just tell me what it is that's soooo important!"

"it's a girl, okay?! I left something at her dorm."

"you're dating—?"

"n-no..not exactly. it's complicated."

manwhore. that's what patrick wants to say. but he relents and let's his best friend get away. as much as he'd love to dig his claws into Art and never let go, no one can resist those eyes.

"fine. go then, just leave, not like I care." He's talking to the air at this point, because Art's already flown off like a puppy hearing a clicker. but hey, maybe Patrick's just being dramatic. he's sure to find some hot chick on campus- right?

maybe Patrick is an idiot. maybe he's a fool for thinking somone as gorgeous as you wouldn't sleep around. but fuck, for once he wanted domone all to himself.

yet here he stands, in Art's doorstep, watching him hold the red Stanford cap he just saw in your house. he isn't overthinking it. underthinking it, if anything. he should really see if he's got an STD.

"so..you're saying she's fucking both of us?" Art finally breaks the silence. looking dejected after Patrick's convoluted explanation when he came back from your dorm.

"dunno. I guess so." Patrick breaks eye contact. he really can't stand to look at his best friend right now. why can't he have anything to himself? why does he always have to share? it's not fair.

He feels like he's back in the tennis academy. sharing his very being with Donaldson. everything he every owned or would own, would be shared. he didn't mind back then, but with a girl like you? call him selfish for wanting you all alone. just his luck.

he needs to prove he's better. for his own fucking sanity.

To be continued.

-xoxo, Ari

#art donaldson #patrick zweig #challengers x reader #artrick #challengers #artrick x reader #art donalson x reader #patrick zweig x reader #xoxo ari

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b4tracha · 1 year ago

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Dressing Rooms (S.CB x M! Reader)

Dom! Seo Changbin x Sub!Male! Reader

(Reader will have a penis in this. I hope everyone enjoys and I am sorry for not posting as often. Exams will be over the first full week of December so I will be posting more afterward <3)

You have been an employee of JYP Entertainment for the past year, and it was almost unbelievable how kind everyone is. When you first got into the industry, people would warn you about how the people in different companies would treat staff. However, none of your higher-ups or idols made you feel that way.

Your first group was Itzy, but they decided to switch you to Stray Kids for 5-star and Rock-Star. The members treated you almost like another member in the short time you have known each other. You were also a young man, a mere 00 liner, and trying to work in hard environments.

Since you met the group, they would invite you out and you got especially close to a certain member. Changbin, for once, was taller than someone and he would tease you while making sure you were fine with it. He would cuddle and flirt with you no matter how bashful you got. Honestly, he got worse when you more embarrassed.

Somewhere in September, you both started to hook up. While drunk, he confessed that he realize he liked men a while ago, but was never had the chance to hook up with one. You suggested, just as drunk, that maybe you didn’t mind hooking up with him. It didn’t happen then but once you both were sober, you guys finally became friends with benefits.

You couldn’t hook up as often, but when it did happen..

He always blew your mind.

“Y/N~” A voice whined behind you. It would be Changbin who messed up his outfit about twenty minutes before they went on.

You were trying to make sure their outfits were put on correctly and wouldn’t fall apart on stage. That happened too often because of how energetic they are and you didn’t want it to happen again. You have already fixed Lee Know’s shirt at least twice.

“Yes, hyung?” You turned from your small inspections, nearly running into Changbin. You both were nearly chest to chest with how close you were. “Oh, Binnie-hyung- Sorry, I didn’t know you were right behind me..”

You pulled back and Changbin simply kept smiling at you, shrugging before going back to whining, “There’s something wrong with my pants~” You sighed and went to look before he grabbed your hand and whispered in your ear. “Needs to be in a private room. The noonas shouldn’t see this.”

Of course.

You grabbed your supplies just in case there was a tear or something to patch up and guided the older man to an empty dressing room. He locked the door behind him just incase and you bent over and sat everything down and set everything in their right place.

Suddenly you felt a hand rubbing your ass. You were used to this from Lee Know, so you rolled your eyes and went about your work before you felt his hands grab your waist and brush something hard right on your ass. You froze, trying to figure out what was going on and slowly turned your head.

“Here..?” You whispered. He has always had a thing for trying to hook up in public places. There were time where you both would go out to eat and would suck him off in the bathroom, but it was never at work. Though, you were wearing a plug for later. Changbin suggested to go out after their pre-recording and you didn’t have time to go home, you fingered yourself open just incase he wanted to do something.

“Yeah.. I have too much adrenaline, prince.” You shivered. You loved when he called you that. His cock was only chubbing up more as he grinded against your clothed butt. “I need a release.”

He bent down across your back and whispered once again in your ear, “I can feel the plug inside of you anyways. How about you give Sir what you want?”

You whimpered, hands shaking at the thought. Your head was already spin and you were just being dry humped. “Okay..”

He chuckled and smacked your ass before pulling away. You both knew you didn’t have enough time to do anything special, so you simply unbuttoned your pants and pulled down your pants and boxers. Your small cock was starting to get hard as well as you spit and started to jerk yourself off slowly.

“Good boy.” He hummed before smacking your ass. It wasn’t hard or that loud but the action made you moan. Changbin grabbed your ass aggressively before speading your cheeks apart and looking at the delight that he’s been thinking about almost all day. “Plug looks delicious in your hole, prince. You should wear them more often for me.”

“Yes sir.” The words slipped from your lips easily. It was always easy to submit to Changbin. The male teased your hole, pulling out the plug mid-way before pushing it back inside. You bit your lip aggressively trying not to be too loud. As much as it felt good, you didn’t want to lose your job. Your legs started to shake below you, but he just wrapped his strong arms around you and held you up to take the torture.

“You’re sucking it in like a little slut. You love having something in your hole all the time, hm?” He groaned at the sight. He licked his lips and finally pulled it out. Your ass clenched over nothing, wet and slick for something bigger to fill it. He guided you to a dresser and bent you over. You glanced up at the mirror infront of you, watching the tears in your eyes and hunger in Changbin’s right behind you. “Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir.. I’m ready for you to fuck me..” You whimpered and shook your hips in hopes he would hurry up and get inside of you already. He removed the hair from his eyes and pulled something from his pocket. He showed you in the mirror as if you should know what it was.

You turned and noticed it was lube. Fuck, you were so needy that you forgot you needed that. Even if you used extra earlier, you still needed more right now. He unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down just at his thigh so he wouldn’t get anything on his pants. His cock was standing at attention, rock hard, red, angry and leaking. Changbin opened the bottle of lube and squirted the substance on his fingers before caressing it on his cock.

You took your hands spread yourself apart to help the male behind you and whined at him through the mirror. “Please sir, I need your cock. Breed me?”

Changbin groaned at the words, eyes rolling back. He blinked back before adjust your position and pushing inside slowly. The stretch was slight painful, but it felt so good in a masochistic type of way. The older man sunk inside until his balls touched your thighs, all the way inside. “Fuck you’re tight, prince. Tell me when you’re ready.”

Your eyes were clouded with tears, shaking at the feeling of him splitting you open so good. You didn’t need time to adjust, you needed him to fuck you stupid. “Fuck me. Please, sir..” Your voice shook heavily as the spit in your mouth poured from your mouth down your chin.

The man chuckled and grabbed your hips tightly to the point where you’re probably going to see bruises later and slowly pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside.

You both moaned out in sync before he started up his rhythm. It was hard and rough, causing your body to jerk each time he pushed back inside. You could only whimper and whine with your teeth biting down into your lip in fear you would scream from the constant thrusts. From the start he was hitting your prostate one thrust after another. It usually took your other hookups a short bit to find yours, but from the first time Changbin found it almost immediately.

“Shit.. you’re clenching all around me. You must want me to cum deep inside you, hm?” His words were like waves, moving in and out of your ears. You could barely understand what he was saying to you. Once you process the words, you immediately whined loudly and nodded quickly. You needed his cum so bad. You wanted it in your stomach so bad..

“Sir.. please..” You whispered hoarsely, hoping Changbin could understand what you were saying to him. Your stomach was starting to tighten hard to the point it almost hurt. You started to reach your peak already. It wasn’t a surprise, he usually pushed you past overstimulation until he would finally cum. It wasn’t uncommon where he would pull two or three orgasms from you before he came himself. “I’m so close.. I need to cum..”

“Already? Of course, that’s so pathetic.” He spit at you, knowing you loved the slight degradation whilst sneaking his hand under you to start jerking you off to help. “Luckily for you, I am close too. I’m going to cum too. Going to breed you, Y/N..”

“Please..” You begged, legs shaking and drooling down your chin and chest until it hit the dresser. He went quiet behind you, trying to focus on his thrusts and hurrying up. You both already took too long and you’d need time to clean up after this. You more than him, however.

He flicked his thumb over your sensitive tip during a certain hard thrust and you jerked under him, feeling that feeling in your stomach suddenly snap. A long, soft moan poured from your lips as you finally came. Your cum filled his hand as your ass clenched around his cock aggressively. The feeling of you squeezing him gave him just the right amount of pleasure to finally flood inside you.

His hips snapped inside of you, cock letting stream after stream leak inside. Deep breaths filled the air from you both. It was hard to catch your breath when everything was still so hot. He grunted at the feeling of his softenign dick still being clenched around. He slowly pulled out and grabbed a cloth and soap that was near one of the sinks and wiped himself down as best as he could. He could hope he was decent enough to be let on stage.

Once he was situated with his pants up and stainless, he wiped you down as well. The plug slipped back inside of you once you were cleaned up enough. He whispered soft praises and kissed behind your ear or your back. Your eyes were unfocused with unshed tears still there. Your legs shook softly as you left your entire body weight on the dresser, letting him do what he needed. He always did well aftercare for you.

Changbin fixed your clothes for you and laid you on the couch. Once your body hit the couch, the feeling of exhaustion rushed in. Your eyes had mini weights as you grabbed a throw pillow to use for your head. You needed a nap, he fucked you so good.

“Hey prince, can you hear me?” You softly looked up at him and nodded with a little smile. “Good. I’m going to leave you here and say you got sick and need to stay away from everyone.”

“Okay..” You whispered and closed your eyes. You were already half asleep. The male above you smiled softly before moving away.. “I love you, hyung..”

His heart skipped a beat at the sleepy confession. “I love you too, prince.”

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x male reader #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmim #yang jeongin #dom!skz #sub reader #stray kids x reader #straykids #stray kids smut #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader

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mochatsin · 1 year ago

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WHEN MC GETS CAT EARS

When Solomon mistakenly puts cat hair instead of arctic fox fur, you grew cat ears and a tail by accident. As amusing as it is, you have to wait for Solomon to make a cure and it could take a while. How will the brothers handle this when you come home like this?

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Lucifer

How could the greatest sorcerer even make simple accidents like this? To think that years of experience would have avoided something like this, but these kinds of errors… well they aren’t that bad when he can benefit from this.

You’re panicking about the sudden cat ears and tail. Yet despite the distress you have given your newfound features, he has this entertained look on his face.

Normally he would sigh and shake his head in disappointment. This usually means that more trouble means more work he needs to deal with, but you don’t see that look on his face. There’s just this devious smirk instead.

“Transfiguration huh… well, that’s what you get for meddling along with the likes of Solomon. I guess it can’t be helped, you’ll have to stay like this for a while until that antidote hm?”

Lucifer already knew that the antidote would be ready the next day but he refused to let Solomon give it to you. Would probably ban him from entering the premises to ‘cause no more accidents.’ For all the trouble this sorcerer has given him, the least he can do was let him savor this.

Anytime he would find himself frustrated at his brothers, he would find you and pet you right behind the ears where it’s best. He would treat you like a therapeutic anti-stress cat. It’s a win for both of you, since you love it when he scratches in just the right places and he adores it when you purr.

Mammon

He found you sneaking back into your room, hoping to go unnoticed but of course Mammon was already waiting by your door with his arms crossed looking very displeased.

He demands your attention after spending the day with Solomon (definitely not because he's jealous or anything) but when he sees your cat ears, he has this confused look on his face.

Raising a brow, he would inch closer to your head for further inspection. “The hell you two doin’ over there? I thought you guys were doing alchemy, so what’s with all this get up? Where’d you even get these cat ears?”

He probably won’t believe that it was real and pulled on the ears. When he gets a reaction from you, he starts blushing madly and quickly pulls his hand away out of pure panic. What do you mean they’re actually part of you?!

He would understand after you explain everything to him, then proceed to yell at Solomon after such a clumsy accident over the phone. But it’s not unwelcomed. He would hesitate at first, since he pulled the ears so hard, but once you let him then trust that this boy will not stop playing with it.

Mammon would steal glances at you often, watching as your ears move around every time you’re happy, flustered, or upset. It makes you more expressive that way and he enjoys seeing all sides of you.

Levi

Levi was excited because he was waiting all day for you to get home so he could talk about the latest episode of the anime he was watching. When he heard that you were home, he ran to your room to catch up to you.

He ends up bumping into you and you both fall. Just as he was about to apologize, he felt something… fuzzy brush up against him. Not only did he fall on top of you, he finds out you have cat ears and a tail too?!

Immediately pushes himself off you, apologizing repeatedly before running away from you at full speed out of embarrassment. It takes a while until he does manage to calm down and after you explain everything, his face would still be beet red.

“Your tail is… really fluffy and soft. Unlike mine that’s all scaly. I… I like it! It reminds me of this cat girl from this anime ‘that time I woke up as a cat girl and now I have to-” and he goes on with the series, forgetting his initial embarrassment.

There was one time that his tail wrapped around yours while you two were gaming together and he only realized when you yelped, feeling it coil around it. You’re still new to the sensation after all so it took you by surprise.

Both of you are now incredibly red, and you had to reassure him that you didn’t mind since you’re not used to these new features. It takes him all the courage to even touch your tail again and he has a nervous smile when you let him. He actually enjoys it, but he won’t admit that (or can’t).

Satan

He was hoping to run into you to ask if you got any notes from Solomon after your little study session. The sorcerer is excellent with magic and hexes after all, maybe he knew a summoning circle that could trap Lucifer in place for hours.

He knocked in your room but there was no answer. It’s odd, since he knows that you’re home judging by the shoes you left at the door. “MC? Are you alright? I want to come in, if that’s okay”

Oh no. despite how dependable Satan was, these animalistic features of yours would surely make him too ecstatic to help. So you hide yourself under the sheets pretending to be asleep.

He entered your room and saw that you were already in bed. It was so early, so he worried you were sick and walked closer to check your temperature only to see a… very fluffy tail peeking out of your blanket. Were you hiding a cat?

“MC… what’s that under your blanket?” you forgot about your long tail and decided to come clean before removing the sheets from you. The gasp he let out before running to your side to further inspect the ears and tail, he had the biggest smile on his face.

Two of the things he loves combined into one, to him this might be the best day of his life. The head pats are endless and after finding out that you purr every time he scratches the back of your ears, he is absolutely loving it. Would probably talk so much about the possible cat species you resemble.

Is probably the most disappointed when the effects wear off. Though Solomon can make an antidote for this right? Maybe if he learns the recipe and gets some cat fur, he could see you with more cat species with no repercussions. After all… accidents do happen.

Asmo

You try so desperately to hide these new features of yours until you get everything sorted out with Solomon. But the hardest part is navigating through RAD with these, so Solomon leant you his hat to at least cover the cat ears.

The door to your room is right there and you thought you were gonna make it, until you heard a familiar voice sing your name “MC~!!” followed by rapid footsteps.

You tried to reach for the knob as fast as you could but Asmo was quick to hug you from behind. You’re now trapped in his arms. “Where have you been all day darling? I’ve been waiting for you all day!”

Unfortunately for you, the hat you were wearing fell off when he hugged you like that and your cat ears immediately popped up. He was silent for a while and stared at them, but then he hugs you tighter while he squeals. You don’t even get to explain yourself.

You never reach your room because he’ll drag you outta there and try out all the cute outfits that would match your feline features. Two hours was spent playing dress up with Asmo. He would probably put a bow on your tail.

Would take so many pictures of you while he has the chance to admire you like this. It’s not everyday his cute human can turn into one with cat ears. Would probably buy a matching headband and take so many selfies of you two together. (Satan would beg Asmo for those pictures of you)

Beel

You were trying to sneak into your room but since you’re so near the kitchen, it was only expected that Beel spots you while he was trying to golf down this entire slab of shadow hog meat.

“MC? You’re home late. How was your study session with Solomon?” He would ask as he walks over. When he does, he is able to see you desperately hiding the cat ears and tail that won’t stop moving around when you see him.

He gives you this confused look at first, struggling to grasp the situation. He assumed it was just an outfit until he saw your ear twitch, and it all clicked. Beel would ask if you’re okay and you explain to him what happened while you worked with Solomon.

He enjoys petting your ears whenever he can, especially when he sees that you’re enjoying it too. But he tries to avoid doing it whenever he eats something, especially some cheese puffs. He doesn’t want any cheese powder or crumbs to get stuck on your… hair? Fur??

He saw one time that while you were sitting on the floor trying to study, one of the brothers accidentally stepped on your tail and you yelped out in pain. You can expect his tall menacing figure standing behind the culprit.

Afterwards he would want to stand next to you, protecting your delicate tail since he doesn't want to see you get hurt. Would be your bodyguard against a very curious Satan who would want to study your feline genes and an eager Asmo who wishes to dress you up.

Belphie

When you were coming home, you spent the entire time trying to avoid the brothers. You thought that maybe you could at least get the night for yourself and wait for the inevitable chaos tomorrow morning as you finally entered the room and locked it.

You sat on the bed, wondering how you’re going to explain this to the brothers. While lost in your thoughts, you feel soft fingers brush up against your tail and you squeak. You jump off your bed only to find the youngest under your blankets.

Of course, Belphie was in your bed waiting for you for your daily naps. He woke up to the sound of you locking your door and he planned to surprise you while he was under the sheets, but he was more shocked to see the tail that was moving back and forth in front of him.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I guess I couldn’t help it when it moves around like that… Heh, it's really fluffy. It’s kind of like my tail too. Can I touch it?”

He would lie down and gently hold onto your tail. Like a cat on its back playing with yarn. He knows he should be careful since he’s experienced what it’s like to have your tail getting yanked or stepped on.

When you two would sleep together, he loves the feeling of your tail brushing up against leg. To him, it’s equivalent to whenever you stroke his hair and it helps him sleep more.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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eenslaved · 2 months ago

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The Lawson Brothers' Cow

The Lawson brothers brought their cow in that morning for her check-up. Jenna had been with the boys a long time; they'd been high school sweethearts way back then and after graduation she'd moved in with them.

Her transformation into their sweet, dumb cow had taken place after she'd turned 21. The three of them had talked about it but Doc Evans had doubts about whether the girl truly understood what it meant, or if she had any inkling of just how far down to subhuman status her owners would want to bring her.

Well she knew now. She was now a 22 year old pregnant cow whose owners kept her locked up and chained, and had decided to breed her just over three months ago.

The twins brought her in blindfolded, gagged, and collared, her wrists cuffed together behind her back, her ankles hobbled on a short tether. A chain linked her wrists to one of the rings on the stout collar clasping her neck, and it kept her head up and pulled back.

They had her trapped between the two of them, each of them firmly clasping one of her elbows, and they were patient as she took each shuffling, mincing step down the hall to his office, never rushing her, just murmuring soft sounds of praise as they guided her into the clinic.

"Good to see you boys," Doc Evans said, as the twins guided their cow into position for the examination.

Doc Evans took Jenna's weight, blood pressure, and took her temperature rectally. He brought a special scale over and lifted each udder onto it one at a time. They helped her squat for a urine sample, and there was barely any hesitation at all before she released her bladder. The Lawson brothers had been serious and thorough in their work of turning Jenna into her cow. Nowadays she pissed when and where they told her to, no matter who was watching.

The cows were never milked before their check-ups, whether that took place at the clinic or at their homes. Jenna's udders were painfully hard, the long nipples erect. Doc Evans gave each teat a testing pinch before expertly forcing the cow to express a fine spray of milk. He fastened his mouth on each teat and drew in the warm liquid; the taste test was one of his favorite parts of the inspection.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, your cow produces some of the finest tasting milk in this county," Doc Evans pronounced. "You boys are real strict with her diet, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," one of Jenna's owners replied.

"You can taste the benefits of that."

"Yes, sir, we believe so."

"Now let's get her on the table and take a look at what the ultrasound shows us today."

Cows did not get to sit in a chair like female women did. Jenna knelt on the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath her, as the boys guided her into place. She flattened her udders beneath her as she lowered her forehead to the table, widening her stance for the probe.

"Babe looks good," Doc Evans reported. "Good heartbeat."

Jenna was having a boy, though none of them told her that. She wouldn't know the sex of her child until she gave birth. All discussion of her health and body was held between the doctor and her owners.

"Let's get Jenna hooked up and we can talk in my office while her udders are being drained," Doc Evans said.

They left the blindfolded and bound cow kneeling on a mat on the floor, suction cups attached and drawing forth her milk. Jenna made a few whimpering sounds of relief but then she settled down to wait, grateful they were milking her at last.

Sam and Jacob had told her that they would only fuck her mouth, ass, and udders after she was impregnated, and they had kept their word. They always kept their word. She was so damn horny all the time these days and she really missed having them in her pussy. Yesterday the boys finished their work on the farm early and they spent the extra hour working her over, Sam taking her mouth while Jacob dominated her bottom-hole until not even Sam's cock stuffed in her mouth could silence her squeals of pain. Then they held her down and spread open between the two of them while Sam licked and sucked her throbbing pussy and Jacob played with her udders until milk was leaking and spraying all over her and she was coming like a geyser, having no choice of it at all.

#huc0w #hucow fantasy #hucow training #sharing wife #shared girlfriend #bd/sm kink #bdsmplay #story by eenslaved #lactating kink #lactating breasts #lactating girl

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jaune-submissive-and-breedable · 3 months ago

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Glynda took the safety of her students very seriously, that’s why she did everything she could to get Jaune to drop out. He just wasn’t cut out to be a hunter, he would get hurt if he continued following his dream. So I’m combat class she paired him with opponents who wouldn’t hold back, afterwards she gave him overly cruel feedback and made him stay after. When the students left she pushed him down on her desk and rode his face till dinner, using her ridding crop to lightly slap his balls and dick, edging him for hours and never letting him finish.

It was cruel and she felt bad but it was for his own benefit, and when he eventually quite she would be there to take him home and turn him into her house husband.

"AhHHHHHH, WHY WON'T YOU JUST LEAVE!" Glynda howled, rocking her hips back and forth on her desk.

Beneath her was the form of her student, Jaune Arc, His eyes were closed from crying. He squirmed trying to escape from his teacher's grasp, but her heavier and soft body made all his attempts futile. His head squished underneath her plump, soft, and plentiful ass, his nostrils filled with her scent, his thighs weighed down by her upper body and massive dd-cup breast. His arms slapping frantically at her ass cheeks failing to get her to move, instead making them ripple from contact.

Glynda Lurched forward, using the hard wooden surface force support as she ground her dripping wet cunt into his face roughly. Her moans of frustration and pleasure echoing through the classroom/arena. throwing her head downward, she glare at his cock, the tip an angry red, slick with pre-cum, and it pulsated madly. She raise her right hand, her signature riding crop in it, and brought it down firmly against the side of his length, making the boy cry out in pain. She shivered feeling his cry vibrate her sensitive its, and performed the action once more. Once she was satisfied, she inspected the fleshy organ, bright read and faint purple bruises encompassed it and ran up its length.

"Urghh.....You have no idea how hard you're making my job, Mr. Arc!" she growl and glared back at the mob of blonde beneath her posterior. "You aren't improving! You still struggle against the simplest of opponents! And You're Grades for this class...Urrrggh......just why....."

She quickly lurched forward once more, giving his little head a quick lick. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST QUITE!!!!!"

Glynda arched her back and cried out from reaching her climax. Her eyelids rapidly twitching from pleasure. She slumped over, her face mere centimeters from the boy's pulsing cock.

"I refuse to bury my nephew....."

Contrary to her current demeanor, Glynda Goodwitch cared deeply about her student's safety. Especially the son of a close friend. In her early years, she used to babysit and care for the young boy like her own. she knew of his desires and how frail he was. so when she saw his Transcripts, she knew they were fake. She pleaded with Ozpin to reject the boy, but the old wizard simply refused. claiming to see his potential, but she knew he just wanted another Arc for his war. So when he passed the initiation, she knew it was too late for her to convince him, instead taking matters into her own hands.

When he first arrived in class, she held out hope that he had some training, but seeing him fall to a brute like Winchester, she knew he would be not only a danger to his team, but also himself. So every class, she paired him against harder & harder opponents, giving him harsh, and frankly, very demeaning critics after each loss, and even held him back to try and convince him to quit. She had to give him credit though, he has more courage and drive than most students with far better skill. And always smiling after each defeat, though she saw through the disguise. till one day She could stand it any more

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"Mr. Arc....Please stay behind. I must talk to you about your performance today" Glynda called out calmly, but still firm.

Watching him sigh, and tell his team to go on with the rest of the day. He turned around and approached her, his usual dorky smile on his face.

"So, what do I need to work on now Auntie Glynda?" he teased

Once she was sure the rest of the students were gone, she used her semblance to lock the room doors, and pushed him onto her desk.

"Auntie Glynda What are you?!"

"Shut up!" she growled crawling on top of his scared body, tearing open his blazer and school shirt. "Just shut up, Jaune"

Staring him in the face, she slammed her lips against his, Jaune struggling to keep from being embraced by his aunt. She his resistance, she used her hands to hold him in place, her tongue licking his pursed lips. After she pulled away, Glynda spun around and hiked up her pencil skirt giving him a perfect view of her lavender lingerie bottoms and fat, white ass. Her plump, and mature pussy lips visible through the fabric.

Jaune's eyes widen, and blush crept up his face seeing them, and attempted to cover his face. "Auntie Glynda, what are you doing?!"

He saw a purple outline cover his hands and rip them away. Wasting no time, Goodwitch planted her rear onto his face and crossed her legs, entrapping him beneath her in a hellishly warm and sweet-smelling prison. She could feel his confusion and shock as he cried into, the cores. the vibrations running through out her inner walls causing great pleasure to her. She then turned her attention the boy's bulging pants. Tearing open the fly and pushing down his boxers, she gaped when she saw his cock, stand proud at an impressive 9 inches, his testicles the size of tangerines.

"Getting off from your punishment" she sneered, inching her hands towards his vulnerable organ "Someone, must be punished"

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That was hours ago. He's been edged and denied countless times. She edged and denied him till she felt him stop squirming from a lack of oxygen. Even then, she continued to toy and abuse him to her heart's content. She herself orgasming numerous times during their taboo and lewd secession. Panting from her latest orgasm, Glynda slowly removed herself from his face, standing right next to Jaune and inspecting his form with worry.

His boyish face was red as Ms. Rose's cloak, slick with tears, sweat and cum, his cock practically purple from the lashings she gave him, his testicles grew till they were the size of soft balls, due partially to her teasing and his genetics. Finally, she saw his body twitching uncontrollably, no doubt scared, and feeling betrayed by his once trusted teacher.

"Auntie...please......please....no more..." Jaune begged, slowly curling up on his side, his eyes widened and scared.

Glynda, herself trembled as well. Part of her felt guilty for what she's done to him. Feeling that she betrayed not only her morals as a teacher, but as an aunt as well. However, the majority of her knew she was doing the right thing. Doing whatever it took to keep her student from harm. She knew that his mother, Juniper Arc, would agree with her methods.

Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, Glynda grabbed his side, turning once more onto his back. She mounted his lap and stared deep into his eyes once more. Lifting herself up, she impaled herself onto his cock. Gasping as his length stretch out her seldom used cunt. Slumping forwards, she leaned into his ear.

"I will keep you safe Jaune" she whispered, slowly grinding into his cock. "Even if i have to violate you everyday until you break"

Jaune said nothing and stared at the ceiling, still processing what's happening to him right now.

Glynda felt horrible, but the means justifies the end. Juniper would agree, and hell, Jaune may be more suited for the role of a house husband.

#rwby #rwby smut #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #rwby arcwitch #jaune arc x glynda goodwitch

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sushiwriterhere · 1 year ago

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in a heartbeat

summary: "Maybe he just didn’t need the fanfare, maybe he needed to ditch the plans and just hand the rock to you over Chinese takeout and let that be it." rating: explicit (no minors!) pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader word count: 3.9k warnings: very fluffy, PiV (unprotected), no use of y/n. notes: this is my first fic in a while and im fighting writers block something awful. this is not proofread :( pls lmk what you think <3! my other works are here part of the coming home to you universe

four days before.

“I’m gonna go out for drinks with the girls Saturday.”

“Uhhh, you can’t.”

Did he need to loop your coworkers into the proposal plan too? Phoenix having dragged it out of him so they could all help was bad enough. Bradley could feel his headache building behind his eyes. He tried to avert eye contact to make the conversation feel natural, instead focusing his gaze on the onion he was trying to caramelize.

“I can’t?”

Bradley’s never been controlling, never tried to tell you who you can and can’t hang out with, and certainly never with that particular tone in his voice. He heard the mail you were inspecting drop onto the granite countertop as you turned your full attention on him.

“Why?”

Fuck.

He could hear the way your eyes were narrowed from the uncharacteristically steady tone of your voice, the way one eyebrow was raised expectantly.

In the back of his mind, Bradley also saw the picnic blanket, candles, and bottle of your favorite wine stashed at Mav’s. There were the flowers he had to pick up and arrange on Friday while you were working, the homemade meal Javy promised him that he needed to grab on Saturday around midday.

“I made dinner reservations at this new place down by the beach, and the only time they had was Saturday evening.”

“And you forgot to tell me until now?”

Bradley didn’t forget. Not about these types of things. Ever since your first date, Bradley had been nothing but proactive. He planned dates, cooked meals, doted on you. Forgetting just wasn’t like him.

“Made the reservation this morning and you seemed busy.” He finally met your eyes and he watched as your gaze softened and you turned back to the stack of mail.

“Bradley Bradshaw you are a sap.”

And the moment passed.

You and Bradley had talked about marriage, you have. You’d talked about it enough for him to know what kind of ring you wanted, that you wanted a small, intimate ceremony, and that you’d lost more than enough sleep over whether to invite your parents. You’d talked enough to know Bradley would probably have the Dagger Squad as best men (people?) and that he’d let Phoenix be part of your bridal party if you wanted, that he wanted Mav right there next to him, and that there would be an empty chair for Goose and Carole. That was one thing.

Getting down on one knee and actually going over that line? That was another.

The rational part of his brain had always insisted that you would say yes, that you also knew from very early on, if not the beginning. The unhelpful part of his brain kept telling him the ring was the wrong size or that a seagull would swoop down and steal the shiny thing right from his fingertips before you could even say no.

three days before.

Bradley’s checked the ring at least six times since he, Javy, and the other guys came into the shop. The sound of the velvet clicking back against itself then sliding open again was starting to grate on his nerves, but he wanted to give Bradley the benefit of the doubt. He remembered what it was like, that lump in your throat, the way his brain tended to keep him up about every disagreement, every time he should’ve apologized instead of stewing on his anger.

Javy, instead, choose peace. He watched calmly as Bradley opened the box again, and brought a finger up to trace the gems before deciding against it.

Doesn’t want to smudge it.

There was clearly something on his mind, because the ring had been paid for months ago and the re-sizing and adjustments were included in the price. But there Bradley was, stuck to the shop floor, looking like he was trying to decide between getting sick right there and maybe saving it for the trees outside the shop’s doors.

“What’cha thinkin’ about there, Rooster?” Jake sidled up to Bradley’s side, voice a low murmur, as if trying not to startle the man.

Regardless, Bradley jumped slightly, jostling the open box and the sound of the box snapping shut echoed harshly around the showroom. Bradley looked like he might’ve decided on getting sick inside.

“Should I get a second one? What if she doesn’t like this one?”

Across the room, a sales associate perked up just slightly, clearly looking to score on another guy so nervous he looked like a ghost. Vultures.

“Bradley, my man, we’ve been over this a thousand times. Phoenix got her Pinterest, it’s all a certain style, and it’s definitely the perfect ring.”

Jake and Bradley had begun to get along, rather begrudgingly at first, then very amicably, after the mission and Jake saved Bradley’s life. Seeing him comfort Bradley was something else though, Javy acknowledged. It was kind of nice to have that tension dissipate from within their team.

“But what if I need another perfect one?”

“Are you gonna propose to her twice?” Bob had popped up on Bradley’s other side, silent as ever. “Usually there’s a second one for the wedding, but I’m here for a bit of a new tradition.”

At that, Bradley deflated a bit. The box in his hands clicked open, then shut again.

“No, no new tradition.” He murmured, before slipping the box into his pocket.

two days before.

Bradley knew Mav loved him, but he wasn’t sure how much he would after this whole ordeal. They must’ve run over the schedule at least a thousand times, forward and backward, even while flying over their comms. At this point, Bradley was sure he had the entire Dagger Squad reciting the plan in their sleep. He hoped he at least wasn’t, he didn’t need you to be clued into anything.

“Nothing has moved since the last time you were here. Go home, Bradley.” Mav’s voice carried through the house as Bradley unceremoniously burst through the door.

He’d started leaving work fifteen minutes early last week, just to double check that everything was in its place, that nothing had broken or spontaneously combusted. It was just enough time for him to stop at Mav’s place on the way home, do his round, and make it home around the same time as usual so as not to rouse suspicion.

“I’m just–”

“Just checking yeah, get outta my house Bradley and go be with your fiance.” Mav had rounded the corner into his back room, all bathed in sunlight and a picture-perfect reminder of why people loved living in California.

He was the picture of relaxed domesticity, dish towel over his shoulder, spatula in one hand that he was clearly thinking about hitting Bradley with as he paced the room and ticked things off on his fingers as he murmured to himself.

“You’re gonna wear a hole in my carpet, and I happen to really like that rug.” Bradley stopped walking but the way his fingers twitched at his sides clued Mav into the way he was clearly still running through the run of show in his mind.

“She’s not my fiance yet.”

“And she never will be if I murder you for breaking into my house and giving my wife a heart attack.”

“Penny’s not even home at this hour.”

Mav had never seen Bradley like this. He’d missed graduations and recitals and all the shit you don’t get to see as an estranged god-father, but he’d done enough wondering about what he was like in those moments to have come up with this scenario. Bradley truly was the perfect mix of Goose and Carole–all Goose’s easy romantic energy, ever creative, ever attentive, and just as much of Carole’s eye for detail and desire for things to go right.

“Bradley.”

Mav watched as the fight eased out of Bradley’s shoulders and his hands relaxed at his sides, “Right. Sorry.”

“Look son, you don’t have to be sorry for wanting this to go right. And you’ve only got a little of sorry to be about starting to drive me insane.” At that, Bradley cracked half a smile and Mav considered that a small success. “You like this at home?”

A sharp laugh echoed around the wood-paneled room, “Oh absolutely not. She’d know in a heartbeat.”

“Well, then you have your answer.” The gears were turning at a million miles an hour as Bradley tried to decipher what he meant. “She knows you in a heartbeat, which means she knows how she feels about you. And we both know what that means for Saturday.”

Bradley nodded, the picture of relaxation and ease all at once. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

one day before.

Bradley was starting to think the gash on his finger was some sort of awful omen, something terrible that had been awaiting to reveal itself until the last moment. He’d arranged flowers for you probably a million times at this point, had even done it blindfolded (only cheating a bit so he didn’t lose a finger) just to amuse you. Now, as he stared at the blood bubbing up from his middle left finger where he’d just stabbed himself with the scissors, the entire thing felt like some sort of cosmic joke.

He’d never doubted that he wanted to marry you, not even when you’d argued or insisted on shoving your ice cold fingers and toes up against him in the dead of night. Not once had he wavered since that initial thought in his brain, and he was even more sure when he went to open that fucking bank account that he’d been diligently adding a sizeable portion of his paycheck to. (What? He wanted to be sure he could afford exactly what you wanted, DeBeers advertising campaign be damned.)

Maybe he just didn’t need the fanfare, maybe he needed to ditch the plans and just hand the rock to you over Chinese takeout and let that be it.

The only thing keeping him going despite all his nerves, aside from his deep love for you, was the way you’d once leaned against him when the two of you were spending a week away in the mountains. Overlooking something that felt like it was right from a postcard, you’d told him exactly how all the little romantic things he did made you feel.

“Every time you buy me flowers, I get this little feeling in my chest, like something curling around my heart.” Bradley remembered keeping himself from making a joke, something about heart attacks, trying not to break the moment as the fog hung low over the trees.

“From the moment you picked me up for our first date and insisted on opening the car door, bringing me flowers, they all make me get that little squirmy feeling that no one’s ever given me before.” You had pressed yourself to his side but not met his eyes, as if your confession was too powerful, too heavy to make when looking at him, “And some of it’s because I’m a sap at heart and you somehow know what I want before I do, but some of it’s just because it’s you Bradley. Always has been, always will be.”

The words said next would keep him going in his darkest moments, kept him together on long deployments, kept him pushing through every moment of doubt in the planning process.

“So if you ever decide to propose to me, even if it’s just you asking me over coffee, just know I’ll get that feeling, just because it’s you.”

At that, you’d turned to face him, shifting so you could hook your chin over his shoulder where he turned his face to yours. He could see every lash, every spot on your face that he loved to press his lips to when you were too sleepy to protest. You’d graced him with a tiny smile, somehow just a bit melancholy, but all too loving.

Bradley shook his head, clearing the memory as he scrambled to keep his blood from spattering on the countertop. He was going to have to grit his teeth through the pain of using a liquid bandaid so the pictures weren’t ruined by a regular bandaid.

You’d compromised on drinks being Friday, so he had the evening to himself. All the time in the world for flowers, for a barbecue at Javy’s (home cooked meal to be picked up that night instead of Saturday morning), and for waiting up for you to text that you were ready to go home.

the day of.

Bradley thought he’d be blinded by panic, or doubt, now that he was counting down hours and minutes in place of days or weeks. Instead, all he felt was a sense of serenity, almost like he was floating through the motions.

The day started like every Saturday he’d had since you moved in and he’d been granted a relatively permanent station at Top Gun with Mav and the rest–you pressed up against him, your hair tickling some part of his bare skin, and the type of bone deep satisfaction with life that came with going to bed with a full belly and the love of his life at his side. He stared up at the ceiling fan as it made its lazy rotations and thought about how today was marking the difference between two parts of his life.

After today, there would always be a time before the proposal, and after.

The morning was lazy as you insisted you didn’t have a hangover but let Bradley cook you a plate full of turkey bacon, gently scrambled eggs, and a few hashbrowns. He knew you would be fine by afternoon, and after that excited to hang out at the beach before dinner.

He was sort of counting on it.

Apparently he’d underestimated your ability to bounce back because the way you draped yourself across his bare back was a little less than innocent as your hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his stomach. He slowed the way he was chewing the last of his hashbrown as you pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot under his ear.

“Good morning, Bradley,” You crooned lowly.

“Mornin’.”

His stomach jumped as you ran a nail over one of his nipples, and kissed at his shoulder. Tilting his head to the side to give you more room to work with, he took a slow drink of his water.

Maybe he wanted you to work for it just a little, what with how badly he’d been stressing these last few weeks.

And work for it you did. The light drag of your nails just barely there on his stomach and arms had him getting hard faster than he thought was humanly possible. But there was just something about the warmth of your chest at his back, the thinness of some shirt you’d stolen from him doing little to hide the swell of your breasts, that did it for him. Hell, it was really just that it was you that got him going.

“I missed you last night.” You whined, just a bit, as he finally turned around on the barstool and gathered you into his lap.

You could definitely feel the way he was hard against the soft give of your thighs, but somehow in that moment, all he wanted was you near. Sensing that somehow the moment had maybe passed, you curled in his lap and stretched your arms around his shoulders, apparently just content to be touching him.

“I missed you too.”

The way your lips met his was almost as natural as breathing, and then the moment wasn’t so innocent anymore. Your lips slotted against his as you kneaded at his arm muscles and part of Bradley was incredibly satisfied that you were enjoying just how much effort he put in at the gym. Sure, he had to be fit for his physical, but how hard he went on his biceps and shoulders was purely for your benefit.

When the two of you finally stumbled back into the bedroom, Bradley thought he might pass out from how hard he was. Everything about you was amplified somehow. Your skin was softer and the gentle scent of whatever perfume you’d worn last night filled his nose. The give of your hips and thighs was easier and all he wanted was to sink his teeth into you and never let go. You might even let him.

Sprawled underneath him you looked like a goddess, bathed in the rising morning sun, nipples gently peaked as your chest rose and fell.

“I love you.”

It was so tender in comparison to the way you sat up and worked a hand inside Bradley’s boxers to grab firmly at his cock. He groaned as you shoved at the little clothing the two of you were wearing and in a moment, your skin was a beautiful contrast to the crisp white of the sheets.

Bradley made to go down on you but you kept his face in your hands, “Been ready to go since I watched you scramble those eggs.”

He couldn’t hold back the way he barked out a laugh, that one was new. “The way the white and yolk were combined really do it for you?”

You smacked at his chest indignantly as he propped one of your thighs over the crook of his elbow, “Your back and arms look nice when you whisk, you asshole.”

You weren’t so huffy as he slid into you, gentle as ever. Bradley knew he wasn’t the biggest ever, but he also knew he wasn’t anything to scoff at either. He kissed away any discomfort he could see on your features til you rocked your hips up against his insistently.

“Give it to me like you mean it, babe,” Grinning all cheerfully, Bradley cursed under his breath as he felt you bear down on him.

After that, there was little to be said beyond whispers of I love you and the occasional swear word. Sometimes sex between the two of you was raunchy and heated, and other times it rounded out his Saturday mornings in a way that left him sated like nothing else. Sometimes he thought it might be better than flying.

You came first, digging your nails into his shoulders and breathing his name in repeat. The feeling of you squeezing around him did little to keep him from coming and besides, the way you scraped your nails down his chest and begged him to let go definitely did him in.

Clean up was quiet kisses and gentle shoves in the direction of the en-suite bathroom, Bradley making sure the water wasn’t too cold for you as you peed. (It was the little things.)

Fuck what Bradley had thought earlier about being serene, he thought he was going to crawl out of his skin. Holding your hand as the two of you made your way down the beachfront towards the space behind the Hard Deck, you were chattering on about some coworker’s baby shower and Bradley was focusing way too hard on not absolutely eating shit with the way the sand was shifting under his feet.

In the distance, he could see the candles and the picnic blanket like a homing beacon. He couldn’t see Mav or Javy or anyone else, but he knew they were all hiding somewhere, ready to burst from the shadows in excitement. Harvard was also brandishing a camera even though Bradley couldn’t see any hint that he was around–turns out he was a more-than-amatuer photographer and had volunteered to capture the moment.

“Bradley, what’s all this?” Your voice reached a winded sort of pitch as the two of you finally reached the set up.

It was perfect, and part of Bradley finally exhaled. The picnic blanket from your fourth date, the little tea candles doting the beach, and the bouquet of flowers resting at the corner of the blanket, right within Bradley’s reach.

Gently dropping your hand, Bradley picked up the flowers and pressed them into your hands. By now, you’d clearly caught on that something was happening because your eyes were wide and slightly teary, and there was a ghost of a wobble in your lower lip.

Tan suit be damned, Bradley dropped to one knee and pulled out the velvet box that had been burning a hole in his pocket since before the two of you had gone out to dinner. (The dinner reservation had actually been real, to his credit.)

“Oh my god,” you whispered, bringing a hand to your mouth in a way that betrayed the way your hands were shaking.

Bradley inhaled deeply, before popping open the lid of the box and letting his eyes flick down to where the ring was sitting, nestled right where it was supposed to be.

As if unable to stop yourself, you opened your mouth and blurted, “If you’re about to ask me what I think you are, the answer is yes. A thousand times yes.”

Blinking up at you, Bradley didn’t move a muscle as you kept going, “Oh my god wait you probably have a whole speech, I’m so sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

Distantly, Bradley heard a shutter clicking but neither of you broke eye contact as his face broke into a huge smile. He kept going according to his plan, the unspoken understanding passing between the two of you that you’d never live that down.

He said your first name like a prayer, before launching into the speech he’d rehearsed for months now, “I have loved you since I met you. I love every part of you–your laugh, the way you’re passionate about your work, the way you love everyone around you with such intensity. I love you when we argue, I love you when we’re together and apart. You consume my every waking thought, and grace me with your presence when I dream. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. I want to bicker about how we go through junk mail, the right way to parallel park, and what show we’re going to watch on Thursdays for however long you’ll let me. I want you by my side for the good, the bad, in sickness, and in health.” He said your name again, before asking the question he already knew the answer to, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh my god yes.”

Miraculously, Bradley slipped the ring on your finger without incident, then gathered you up into his arms and pressed your lips together. His cheeks were wet with your tears.

“I love you so much, Bradley Bradshaw, you are my everything,” You choked out when he set you down unable to stop yourself from sticking your hand out in front of you and crying harder when you saw the ring of your dreams adorning your hand.

“I can’t believe you said yes before I asked,” He breathed before pulling you into him to kiss you fiercely one more time.

“She said yes before I even opened my mouth,” Bradley chuckled as you giggled by his side, hands never leaving the new ring on your finger.

“That’s not nearly as bad as you were for the last three months,” Javy crowed, and the crowd was in uproar as Bradley attempted to defend himself.

Above all the noise and the lighthearted teasing, Bradley knew one thing–he was happy. And you had said yes.

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