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sleepynoons · 7 months ago

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alhaitham x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: omegaverse (alpha!alhaitham + omega!reader), heat, knotting, massive massive MASSIVE breeding kink, impregnation kink, size kink, slight sadism/masochism (more masochism if anything), mentions of pain + hurt, marking + biting, fingering, squirting, unintentional edging (receiving), allusions to dubcon + objectification (but none of it actually), slight nipple play, implied marathon sex

notes: sighs,,, idk how i ended up convincing myself to write omegaverse,,, but i really had a lot of fun with this,,, anyway, i love being an alhaitham fucker, and i love it even more when he loses it and can't be his usual put-together self. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.

edit: 700+ notes?? y’all :((( i’m v touched and also cracking up lol omegaverse ig checks out - but tyssssm for all the love!! reminders that requests are still open (pls read my rules), and i’d love to have moots/anons!!!!

edit x2: 1,000+ notes... y'all... this is a massive milestone for me to hit - thank you so much for all the love on this lil drabble!! there's no amount of words that can describe how grateful i am, truly.

“ALHAITHAM, FASTER!”

you’re whining, sobbing, desperately begging your lover. anything will do – he can even just lie back and let you bounce up and down on his cock. but you’re only in such a frenzied, lucid state because of your heat. alhaitham, on the other hand, is a few weeks out from his next rut, which means he is able to think about what’s rationally best for you.

you’re infuriated. you need more. you need him to mount onto you, pounding and thrusting into you until you’re screaming for him to stop, and even then, he’ll continue to push you over the edge over and over again until you’re a sticky, fucked out doll. the fire in your belly is burning so passionately, and while you would say something snarky or sarcastic to rile alhaitham up, you can barely carry a thought and can only dig your fingernails into his biceps to convey your impatience.

your lover grunts at the piercing sensation and, through gritted teeth, says, “you just started your heat. rushing through it will only hurt you and lengthen your recovery process.”

you groan at his response, overtly dissatisfied and restless. alhaitham’s response is… it’s just so typical of him. he’s detail-oriented, almost scientific in the way he takes care of you. this isn’t your first heat with him, and he’s learned from prior experiences how to ensure your safety and comfort. in fact, the two of you now follow a procedure to prepare for your heat that consists of: gathering all of your favorite snacks and drinks; washing and prepping all of the pillows, clothes, and blankets you’ll need for your nest; and most importantly, figuring out a polite way of telling kaveh that he’s getting “sexiled.”

but this is overkill, you scream in your head. in missionary, alhaitham is going at a steady pace, but what he doesn’t know and can’t feel is that he’s edging you. he’s fanning the flames of your arousal yet never helping you reach the peak. he’s stimulating you at your most sensitive spots and parts, but it’s not enough for your release. he’s torturing you, and he can’t even tell.

“alhaitham,” you cry out for the nth time. “please, please, please! i can’t take it anymore! i just - i need your cock! i need to cum! please, please, i beg you, i promise you i’ll be fine! alhaitham!”

you’re breaking down into tears. by instinct, your body releases more of your scent, and somewhere beyond your crying, your lover takes a deep inhale.

while alhaitham isn’t in his rut, that doesn’t mean he can’t lose control. he hopes you know that he’s doing his best for you, that he’s holding onto the last shreds of his willpower because, if otherwise, he doesn’t know what will become of you. he’s so much bigger, stronger, sturdier than you are, towering over you in both size and strength. he can be painfully forceful, and inflicting pain upon you is the last thing he wants to do.

but you’re sobbing uncontrollably. you’re defenseless yet pleading him to take you roughly, to break in your pussy with his heavy, leaking cock. you want him to use his force to placate your insatiable heat. you need him to overpower you.

he releases a long, shuddering sigh. he attempts to rationalize, consider the potential repercussions of giving in. but he soon realizes he can’t think. your addicting, heady scent, combined with the beautiful sounds of your moans and whimpers, are rendering his mind empty.

it’s pointless. he growls, “you asked for this.”

one second you’re weeping, and the next all of the air inside you is knocked out by a sudden, harsh thrust from alhaitham. he’s going so fast and hard now, cock head brushing against your womb while his balls and knot slap against your asshole. you feel your toes curl at the feeling of being split apart, and your mouth parts to voice salacious moans.

this is what you wanted. you feel your body relax. you just have to take it, take his fat cock bullying your cunt open, take his harsh bites and teething at your nipples, take his seed until you’re filled to the brim. in your mind, all you can think is, you’re his, you’re alhaitham’s, he wants you. the omega in you croons happily, and you’re every bit as delighted as well.

alhaitham grips onto your wrists tightly as he shoves himself into your tight, sticky walls over and over again. at one point, he flips you over, commanding you to raise your ass up higher. as he holds onto your hips, he watches your ass bounce and jiggle as he pounds into you, and he wants to lick down the beautiful curve of your back. you’re doing your best to stifle your screams because somehow, your lover is reaching even deeper, and the scraping of your breasts against the bedsheets is driving you mad.

then, you feel one of alhaitham’s hands reach down, brushing against the fat of your thighs. it’s inching dangerously close to your throbbing clit, and heat rushes up to your face.

“wait, alhaitham, no –“

your lover pinches your yearning bud, and you scream. wetness gushing everywhere, you’re squirting and creaming, white cum staining your lover’s cock and leaking out of your pussy. your eyes roll back, and you’ve lost all ability to control your body, which is absolutely shaking as alhaitham continue to rub and flick at your clit as he tries to squeeze his knot into your fluttering hole.

“oh, archons! alhaitham! stop! no, no, it’s too much! it can’t fit!”

alhaitham, still teasing and toying with your pussy, leans over and snarls into your ear, “you were just saying you wanted more. now you can’t take it?”

you’re wailing. you feel as if you’re being ripped apart at the seams. but the thought of alhaitham’s knot is just too delicious to pass on, so you don’t complain anymore. you just accept the waves of pain and pleasure that crash over you as alhaitham finally locks his knot inside you and bites down on your neck.

your lover groans loudly, lost in his delirium as well. after a few more shallow grinds, he reaches his own high, and you feel rope after rope of his cum fill you up. alhaitham’s cum is so warm and gooey and thick that you’re drooling and slobbering over the pillows at being filled up so thoroughly – impregnated – with it.

even as he’s still cumming, alhaitham bites on the shell of your ear and commands, “keep up, because i’m not stopping anytime soon.”

you can only whimper and fist the blankets even tighter at his command, bracing yourself for the next round.

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reocidal · 6 months ago

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DESTINY — O. MIYA

cws; swearing, gn?reader, just fluff...!

wc; 713

osamu miya.

he's the type to cook for you, always. like, regardless of how well you can cook, or how different your schedules are.

"what time will you be up?" he asks.

"6:15."

and he'll be there cooking your breakfast already.

that's not to say you don't experience lazy mornings, either, when osamu has his arms wrapped loosely around you, and your legs are tangled together. when sometimes you talk about everything, and other times you talk about nothing, and he kisses your shoulder and you kiss his hands. he's warm, too, warm enough that you're kicking the covers off yourself and scooting away from him once you're awake enough. he's undeterred, though, following you around like a determined puppy until you finally give in and let him pull you back into his chest.

he's the type to absolutely smush your cheeks together when he kisses them; he definitely loves kissing your cheeks. he also loves nose kisses!!! he adores your nose — your everything, really, he just loves you a lot.

he loves chauffeuring you around, like hell YEAH he's your man and he will do everything for you. on slower days, he probably like, drives with one hand and uses the other to hold on to your hand or just rests it on your thigh.

speaking of which! this man is HUGE on physical contact. it's nothing too showy, and it doesn't really matter if you're in public or not. like, he ALWAYS holds your hand, everywhere! or has a pinky hooked around yours if you can't do that! OR OR OR when it's cold, he holds your hand and tucks it into his pocket along with his own.

adding onto the when will you wake up thing, when the two of you didn't live together he'd make sure he was awake before you so you could see a good morning text when you woke up, whether you woke up super early or super late.

when osamu falls in love, he falls so fucking hard. this man gets you flowers and keeps one for himself so he knows when to get you new ones. he buys you coffee every day and has a picture of you in his wallet, and a polaroid in his phone case. when you start living together, he writes you stupid lovey dovey notes and sticks them around everywhere. he even does the notes app thing and he knows everything you like. his wallpaper and lockscreen are both pictures of you, and he unironically has an i love my partner tshirt. probably more than one, if i'm being honest.

he lazes around in bed with you when you want, and has all your favourite movies downloaded everywhere, just in case. want to watch a new movie? he's bought the tickets before you even ask. he takes you to libraries and bookstores, and he dances with you in the rain, and goes on walks with you, and he's just so perfect, even when he's not. and he thinks — no, he knows you're perfect, even if you think otherwise.

he's SO good at comforting you. if you don't want to talk, that's okay! he'll hold you until you feel better, or until you're ready to tell him. or he can distract you with the stupidest small talk, if that's what you need. and he knows exactly what to say, always. he understands you, in silence and frustration and grief and pain. when you're okay, and when you're not. and whatever happens, he's always there for you.

and he's not a poet, and all he really knows is volleyball and cooking, but he swears you're some sort of wizard, because everything you do and everything you say is magic, and he's never been more enamoured by anyone, ever. if love is a person, it's you.

he's never believed in soulmates, but he knows he's made for you, made to love you, made to be yours. he's never really believed in things like fate either, but if he's destined to spend the rest of his life like this, with you, he thinks he could learn to live with it. but that's a lie, really, because he's not just okay with it. he's actually so fucking down to have you as his forever.

WSG UR FAVOURITE ACADEMIC WEAPON WITH THE COOLEST CHILLEST MOM EVER HAS POSTED rubs hands together evilly PLEASE LIKE FOLLOW REBLOG AND OR COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME!!!

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felibrary · 9 months ago

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you could have anyone you want - aventurine

synopsis: sometimes you can't help but wonder why aventurine chose you, out of all people, as his lover.

pairing: aventurine x reader | fluff with vv light angst, hurt/comfort, mention of habits such as peeling of skin and biting your nails | wc: 674 ; drabble

a/n: i feel like this is a bit choppy, sorry in advance </3

“aventurine, why’d you choose me as your lover?”

you glance over to where aventurine currently is. his right arm is loosely draped over the back of the velvety arm chair as he swipes through his inbox, archiving old mails and then tending to the newly received ones before shooting you a look of concern.

“how’d you think of that now?” he laughs quietly and the corners of his mouth slightly quirk up at your question. did he not make it obvious enough, that you’re the only one for him? the thought makes him flinch, if there is one thing aventurine would never want it’s you feeling unworthy.

“and.” he hesitates. his breath is slightly ragged, as he starts to pick at the skin of his digits on his left hand - a habit he does when he’s nervous. the loose skin bothers him, he wants to rip it off fiercely. it hurts, but what hurts more, is seeing you anxious - it makes his heart ache.

he gulps before reluctantly elaborating. “is it bothering you?” his words are draped in utter solicitude and his eyebrows are furrowed as he bites the insides of his lips firmly while studying your face for any signs of uncertainty. “like profoundly bothering you?” he asks softly.

the insides of his lips are bleeding and he can feel the bitter taste of iron seeping into his mouth. the thin layer of skin above his finely trimmed nails is gone, he peeled it off. he no longer needs to bite his nails though, neither when he was nervous or in times of need, when he was starving. it’s impolite and viewed as disgusting. (he can still remember the earthy and foul taste of dirt that was covered beneath the nail beds - somewhat nostalgic; somewhat awful.)

but does it really matter when it comes to you? (has any pain ever mattered when it came to you?” - no.”)

“no, it's just curiosity.” you lie through gritted teeth as you try to maintain a somewhat felicitous expression, forcing an awkward smile that falters at the corner of your mouth, onto your face.

“there’s nothing that i detest more than lying. you know that.” he reminds you bitterly. (lies are unfulfilled promises, vows that weren’t ever kept, empty words.) he gets up to where you’re at, comfortably lying your back against the headboard and softly stroking one of the critters the two of you recently adopted. the small critter only purrs in response to your tender touches, nestling against your body as you continue to pet it.

the mattress slightly dips as aventurine sets his hand, followed by his body, down. “please, tell me what’s wrong.” he pleads as he holds out his hand, placing it near your hand, not going further than touching your fingertips. (he’ll let you decide if you want to hold onto his hand - if you give him permission to touch your delicate body.)

don't lie to me, please.

“aventurine it’s just that.” your voice slightly breaks. “it’s just that i don’t feel worthy of being your love - worthy of your love and adoration, in general.” you admit in a hushed tone as you slowly snake your hand towards his, intertwining the two of them. instantly, almost by habit aventurine quickly laces your fingers together, tightly entwining your hand with his.

“what makes you think that?” belittling or invalidating your feelings is the least he’d want to do, so he carefully squeezed your hand, not once or twice but thrice. it’s become a small pattern the both of you do when the other is nervous, telling them that they’re here. it’s a sign of reassurance.

“you could have anyone you want.” your admission is no louder than a whisper and aventurine needs to make sure that he’s not hearing the wrong things.

him being able to have his way with anyone he’d want? isn’t it quite the contrary? you’re everything aventurine isn’t, everything he admires in a person - everything he’d wish to be.

“that's funny. i’ve always thought the same about you.”

azul azul AZUL!!!! @azullumi something dedicated to (y)our lovely honey blonde uhm guy!! yeah... haha... ANYWAY. in the past month you've helped me a lot in my writing but also like mental/developing journey as a teenager. the words you tell me, the experiences you recall (like you being in the hospital - LIKE WHAT), the warm vibe you give off - they make me feel at ease, they make me feel seen and understood, they make me smile. i think i often tell you (in those notes) the same things, but they're utmost important for me to mention because i just want you to know how special you're to me and not just your words. you, yourself are very special to me. i'm very very fond of you, just so you know. i often think to myself "oh azul would like this." "azul would laugh so hard at this." etc. but i also often think about you and your words, i get so happy when i see your messages popping up on my screen i try to answer them asap because who knows when you'll be gone?!??! (NOT IN A DEAD KIND OF SENSE BUT OMFG MAKE UR DISCORD STATUS ON, STOP BEING ON INVISIBLE.) i often recall your words and the advice you give me, it makes me smile but another thing that also makes me smile is your smile. i'm pretty sure i've already told you this once but your smile is so bright, so bright it rivals the rays of sunshine that light upon us. perhaps you're my sun, my blessing that came along the way and makes the cold and hard days easier for me. melting the snow that hid me from the many things unbeknownst to me and revealing yourself to me. just you. whom else do i need? /j/lh. i love you a lot user azullumi <3

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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[brief mentions of non-consensual touching]

I kinda wanna flesh out yan cheater and "cheater" reader more. Fuel up the angst. I'm thinking high school sweethearts who promised to be each other's first as they went off to college. Yan sees the whole thing with reader with another person and goes to a friend for comfort. The friend sees this as an opportunity to tear the two apart as Yan was previously going to join their band instead of a straight shot to college. A few drinks down they're kissing the first person who makes eye contact with them at the party, forgetting all about their woes and promises - and skipping town without closure or a proper goodbye to their lover.

Couple years down the line and they're now a big shot - carrying little resemblance of the person they once were. Shows sold out in every venue and a different fan on their lap every night. They all have some feature that reminds Yan of their former flame which they muddle over to the very day their paths cross again.

Their latest tour leads them to a familiar place. A town where nothing ever happened and everything stayed the same. They learn their ex is still working hard for their degree and takes night shifts at a nearby gas station. The tension is thick from the moment they walk in. They didn't even want to be there, but it was the only station in close proximity. What do you even say to someone who's caused so much heart break after all this time?

"That'll be 21.10... Cash or credit?"

That's it.... After everything you put them through. After all those nights they spent crying over you - and craving your warmth in their bed. The future that you pictured together. The life you dream of in each other's arms. You tarnished what little hope they had - and that's all you could say to them...

"A "how've you been?" would've been nice...."

"I have nothing to say to the person who abandoned me. Can't even say that much since you hardly remind me of them."

Really classy from the one who caused this mess in the first place.

"Don't act like you're free of any guilt in this... I saw you with them that day... You seemed a lot more cozy with that stranger than you ever did with me."

"Stranger, what are you...." Your eyes dart around the room as the gears in your head click. Pulling out your phone, you fight back tears as you show them a picture of that stranger. "Is this who you're talking about?...."

Please say no....

They scoff. "So you do know who I'm talking about. You still together or did you run off with someone else same as you did me?"

The sadness and pain just... vanishes. All these years, you thought you had been the problem. Made to many promises. Loved then too much or too little. From what it seemed like now - they were the one who never loved you enough.

"That's my cousin....."

They didn't hear you - they couldn't. Couldnt acknowledge that maybe...

"What?"

"That's my fucking cousin, asshole."

Everything they ever believed was the painstaking truth - was a only a cruel misunderstanding.

"We hadn't seen each other's since we were kids. Their mom had just died... I tried calling you when I got home, but you weren't there. Did you seriously think I cheated on you? And you just ran away?..."

"I....you...." Were their everything. When they saw you that night the pressure of every problem weighting down on them finally snapped. They couldn't think rationally at that time - if only if they'd put the faith in you they always prided themself in having.

"You coward...." You throw their change across the counter, adding issult to injury as you point for the door.

"Get out of my store. Get out of my life."

"Y/n, wait..please."

"I said... GET OUT!"

The foundation of their new self crumbles. After your alleged betrayal they rebuilt themselves from the ground up as an overconfident, self serving individual, but like everything else to this point - it was all a lie. There were always those days they wondered "what if". What if they had stayed. What if they had tried to fix what had broken in your relationship. Knowing the truth, those fantasies return with vengeance. The truth would've came sooner and the wounds to mend would have been lesser. You'd talk over the miscommunication and they'd apologize fully by taking you out to your favorite restaurant. You'd start school together the upcoming fall. You'd kiss and make love and enjoy fleeting youth as one. There'd always be rough patches, but in the end you always had each other.

That's how things should have been.

They spiral - crawling to the closest bar to relinquish their pain the only way they knew how beyond finding someone new to bed. The thought of sleeping with anyone that wasn't you made them nearly lose the alcohol poisoning their system. Had you been dating since then? Had you given yourself to someone? Did they make you feel loved and saved - just as they should've

By the end of the night they wound up too drunk to even stand on their own feet. The bartender asked for a number to call to have someone pick them up. They gave the only number they could remember after all these years - and intoxicated.

The drive to their hotel room is quiet. You had nothing to say while they had the world - but none of it was anything you wanted to hear. You just wanted this night to be over so you could go back to forgetting they ever existed.

You help them into their room and give them some water from the sink. Despite everything they've done, you didn't have the heart to leave them like they did you.

"Drink. You need to flush out your system. You'll probably have a headache in the morning, but that's none of my concern."

".....how many people have you slept with, Y/n?"

You place the cup on the nightstand. "This isn't the type of conversation we should have right now."

"Have you been with anyone - or are you still waiting for that special person? I've done a lot of shit I'm not proud of, but at least they've given me experience. I can make your first the best. I can make love to you better than anyone. I already know you better than they do...."

Their hands creep around your waist, hugging your midsection same as they use to on school nights when their parents forbade guests - and you crawled through their window anyway. They always held you like you meant the universe to them. You still do.

Their lips gloss over your exposed stomach as your shirt crawls upwards, heavy tears staining your skin. "Just one night. That's all I need to prove myself to you. We were made for each other. Let's forget about the past for one night and pick up where we left off. A promise is still a promise - even if it's broken.

Their fingers dip below your waistband. You immediately shove them off you and to the floor. "Are you fucking insane?! You can't forget something like what you put me through. I've been so afraid of connecting with anyone because I'm scared they'd just run off like you did. I'm finally becoming me again- and I won't let you take that back from me. Don't call me."

The door slams as you storm out - reverberations their sole companion in their misery. This is the same thing they did to you. They deserve to be alone, to suffer - but they can't. It'll kill them. They can't live without you...and soon enough you won't be to live without them. You're soulmates, meant to be. They have power now - influence. They can support you however you need-

And destory everything that gets in the way of your happy ending.

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hanasnx · 10 months ago

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" YOU DON'T SEEM TO LIKE IT WHEN WE TALK " — naoya zenin.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: dedicated to @dosiido. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ dom naoya ノ dubcon: coercion ノ sexual content ノ unprotected sex ノ arranged marriage ノ breeding ノ degradation: m + f receiving ノ objectification ノ size difference.

"It helps you're easier on the eyes." NAOYA ZENIN teases, nipping his teeth against the line of your jaw. You're frustrated, and he's exacerbating it deliberately with how leisured his ruts are. Dragging out this experience at a snail's pace, the anger flared in your chest reignites with each detail of his cock sliding against the sensitivity of your walls. Your lips press together, refusing to look him in the eye despite him chasing it.

"You're a pig." you spit. Unfortunately, he chuckles. It's dark, cold, triumphant. You jerk your head away as you feel his body heat near.

"I'd prefer it if you kept that mouth shut. Might get you into some trouble." he replies, and you huff at his threat. Even if it holds truth, you're sure any fate would be better than remaining his wife. He picks himself up on his knees, large hands splay under your hips to raise them from the mattress. "At least try to act like you want it. You're to carry my heir after all, is that not an honor?" he purrs, rubbing salt in the wound as lifts you against your will. Despite your resistance, he bottoms out, his grasp on you tightening to a painful degree—purposefully making you wince. His powerful body flexes with each movement, not a muscle out of place, yet it appears easy. Like you weigh nothing to him, he uses your hole like a fleshlight.

The lack of lube from your disinterest is not a deterrent for him, instead he winds his deft hips in a circle, lodging his dick all up in your sticky insides. It hurts.

You throw your hands down to the mattress at your sides, neck craned from the position he's chosen to put you in with your back fully arched off the bed and your ass in his hands. "Will you just get it over with, Zenin?"

"I'm enjoying myself, aren't you?" your husband's steady pace of ruts annoys you to no end because he's milking it. He's not even close to finishing, and the sooner he does the sooner this will be done, and he knows that. With Naoya, it's not good enough you're practically his property—and his future incubator—but you're entertainment, too. He weaponizes your distaste for him.

You sigh, clawing into the sheets as a way to curb your anger. If you show too much emotion, you know it'll end badly for you. "This is to serve a purpose. Consummate the marriage, make a kid. I don't want to do anything else." you explain, despite knowing the likelihood it'll bury you. "If you could just—"

"You're just saying that."

Brows furrow, exasperatingly puzzled at him. "The hell are you talking about?"

That sickeningly wolfish grin stretches wider on his features. He'd be handsome if he wasn't so evil, if his personality wasn't so putrid, if he didn't disgust you. His canines and ear piercings alike glint in the dull light, like a yokai. "You can't refuse me." he replies easily, as if relaying the weather. Like his dick isn't in you raw, fucking your drying walls with no regard for your comfort or enjoyment or even fulfillment. "If you don't give me what I want, I'll take it from you."

At the prospect of yet another threat—one you're significantly more wary of—you open your mouth to refute, but your incredulousness is cut short by a palm swatting over your gaping trap. A darker, more sinister fire glows in his eyes as he looms over you. "Speak again, and the clan'll wonder why my brand new wife is tongueless." Your fear shows on your face visible under the large surface area of his hand, swallowing hard. "Make yourself useful and lie there."

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

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cloudzoro · 5 months ago

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Aftercare | One Piece ♡

part of my 2k followers alphabet event: here

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

characters: franky, ace, jinbe

cw: smut, fluff, fem!reader

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Franky

Franky is an aftercare king. He is always extremely prepared for any mess and incredibly perceptive of emotions.

Franky's stamina is unparalleled; he has you beyond exhausted and sensitive to the touch by the time he pulls out of you. You shake beneath him, whimpering as his cock slips out of it.

“I got you,” he says, his voice clear and strong. He keeps everything he needs in the bedside drawer so that he doesn't have to get up and leave you in the moment. “I'll clean you up, baby. Don't worry about a thing,” he says as he reaches for the wipes. He wraps his arms around you, making sure to wipe you down thoroughly.

Franky can't keep his mouth shut for longer than five minutes, so he talks to you as he cleans you up; he tells you how beautiful you are and makes it clear how much you're loved. Franky is a romantic at heart. He's a real sap about most things, and after sex is no different. He'll cradle you and tell you he loves you, refusing to leave you until you drift off safe in his arms. When you're out like a light, he'll set off running a candle-lit bath for when you wake up from your post-sex power nap.

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Ace

Like Franky, Ace is also a sappy boy. Though he's much less likely to worry about the cleanup. For him, aftercare is all about the cuddles and praise.

“How're you feeling?” Ace asks, rolling onto his back and pulling you to lie on his chest. You hum and nod, feeling satisfied but tired and not very talkative. Ace chuckles. “That's good. I'm glad I made you feel good.”

He presses soft kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. He offers to massage them for you too. He just wants to be touching you at all times. He settles for holding you and rubbing his hands up and down your back. He listens out for any whimpers or curses of pain that may indicate he's hurt you, when he finds none, he's comfortable enough to attempt a nap with you. In his opinion, a nap is the best recovery for ANYTHING

He's unbothered by the mess of cum and sweat, he'll get you in the shower after a nap if you feel like you need it though. The warmth of his body lulls you to sleep along with him.

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Jinbe

Jinbe takes a more simple approach to aftercare. He simply checks in with you and gets you in the bath or shower.

Jinbe is a big man, he's fully aware of this, so when he pulls out he's quick to rub at your thighs. He eases any muscle aches you may have with his skilled hands. Every sigh of content is encouragement to keep going. He enjoys giving you a massage, though if he's not careful it will lead to round two.

Once you're all relaxed, he runs a bath for you without even being asked. When the waters how you like it, he carries you like a princess and lowers you gently into the water. He sits by the side of your tub, talking to you and washing your hair/body for you. He's ready to do anything you ask of him.

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jenomi · 8 months ago

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i love you, i'm sorry

pairing: idol!jeno x idol!reader c/w: light physical abuse (reader falls on the floor) a/n: you ask and you shall receive! i got a lot of requests for a part 2, so here it is :3 read part 1 here!! but this can be read on its own :)

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I push my luck, it shows Thankful you don't send someone to kill me

"why??" you cried tears streaming down your face, "just tell me why, and i'll go."

jeno could only look down at his feet as you asked him for a real reason why he was breaking up with you.

you were fully aware how pathetic this looks from an outsiders perspective, crying and begging for an explanation from a man. but it wasn't any man. it was jeno. your jeno.

"is it something i did? tell me, i'm sorry! let me fix it and make it up to you" your knees stung from crouching on the couch and your eyes and throat hurt from the tears you're shedding.

"i don't see a future with you, y/n" jeno whispered.

you looked up quickly, your eyes opened wide in shock. your voice is so small, you weren't sure if he heard you when you said, "what?"

you always talked about your future. in all honesty, jeno would talk about it more than you. how he'd buy a house for the both of you to start a family and a place comfortable enough to stay home and never have to leave. you loved talking about your future with jeno. it brought you so much joy and comfort. so him using this as a reason to break up didn't make sense but it also hit you where it hurt. how could it bring you comfort when it was the same reason jeno was leaving you?

"look at us now!" jeno was frustrated now, "we barely do anything together, we can't even go outside without being scared. you barely have time for me. how would we ever last?"

you sat there stunned. you were at a lost for words. you thought your love for each other rose above all those problems. you talked about them at length with each other, and you would always assure each other that it was no problem. even last week, you had reassured each other. but now, jeno's coming back and saying it was all a lie? and he's not happy?

jeno shakes his head as he gets up off the couch, "i'm going out, when i come back, have your stuffed packed up and go"

you chase after him and grab his hand. "please baby no. i'll tell my company, i'll find a way to make it work please just don't leave right now. let's talk." you were back to begging.

jeno tried to shake your hand off his. overcome with emotion, jeno used too much strength, and when he tried to shake you off, his force caused you to fall on the floor.

you cried out when you landed on your hands and knees. jeno was so shocked and confused. it was an accident, he never meant to hurt you.

you started sobbing but jeno couldn't comfort you, so he left. he left you crying and bruised on the floor of his apartment.

jeno winces at the memory. he couldn't believe he hurt you, both emotionally and physically, at the same time. what possessed him to do that? he was raised to be a gentleman, but in that moment, he was everything but.

he's surprised he's even alive right now. he knows you told all your closest friends, including his best friend, jisung who you were closest to. he knows the only reason his life wasn't threatened was because you told your friends not to come for him.

and now he's at your door. he knows there's a high chance you'll slam the door in his face, but he needed to see you and speak to you to ease the pain in his chest. he hopes with his whole heart and soul that you'll let him in, because if you don't, he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to recover.

jeno takes a deep breath before knocking on your door.

I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad I stare at the crash, it actually works

you open the door only to pause in shock to see your ex-boyfriend at your door with take out from your favorite restaurant.

"hi?" jeno meant to say but it comes out as a question, a scratch of nervousness and sadness in his voice. "did you eat yet?" he raises the takeout to his chest.

your heart throbs at the question. he would ask you that all the time when you were together and would always nag you to eat something. in the end, he would always order the perfect thing for you, exactly what you wanted even if you didn't know yourself.

"no.." you whisper.

"can i come in?"

ashamedly, you open the door further to let him in without any hesitation. relief floods through jeno's veins.

jeno moves through your apartment with ease, knowing where all your utensils and plates are, knowing which drawers have soft close and which don't, it's like he never left. your heart splints down the middle once again remembering that your relationship isn't what it once was. despite that, you let out a small laugh.

"why are you laughing?" he faces you, eyes curious.

"i don't know," you reply, "i guess i'm sad."

now it's jeno's turn for his heart to split, since when do you laugh when you're sad? is he the reason why? he hopes not, he wants you to remain the girl whose laughter is full of joy, not a girl who laughs to cover for her sadness.

jeno doesn't know what to say, so instead he asks, "how have you been?"

you think it's ironic that he's asking you that knowing full well that he saw you cry during your performance last week. your performance dedicated to him. that night brought up a lot of memories for you, happy memories and seeing jeno on the verge of tears there made you think he missed you too.

but then you remember how it ended. how he left you broken on his apartment floor and then told you to stop reaching out to him. looking back at the mess that was the end of your relationship, you found yourself pushing the memories towards the back of your mind yet again as a feeble attempt to move on.

"fine," you lie. jeno only nods in response.

I wanna speak in code Hope that I don't, won't make it about me

jeno pulls out a chair for you and gestured for you to sit down, then takes the seat closest to you. he begins plating the take out food for you. you want to stop him and tell him you can do it yourself, but its been so long since someone's taken care of you that you can't help but just let it happen. jeno's glad you're not retaliating since he wants to take care of you. it's like second nature to him. he wants to take care of you for the rest of his days. but he doesn't want to scare you off. especially after what he did.

"i saw a smiski at a cafe the other day," jeno says before digging into his food, "i thought of you."

you loved smiskis. they were scattered all around your house, with one sitting with you at the dinner table now. you loved how they were little companions representing a silly, comfortable home life. it reminded you of your own life, and your life with jeno as homebodies.

you smiled at jeno before taking a bite as well. it was cute that he saw those figurines and thought of you. "my friend went to watch the f1 race in the UK and I thought of you when McLaren didn't win," you tease.

jeno chuckles, flashing his signature smile making your heart throb, in agony or love? you're not sure.

you fall into a comfortable silence as you share your meal together. it was alarmingly easy to act like this was just another day after work with your boyfriend.

"how have you been?" you finally ask in return. it was only right.

"busy," he admits. he doesn't want to say there was a reason he purposely tried to keep busy. he didn't want to burden you. and he definitely didn't want you to think you were the problem because he knows it's all him.

"are you taking care of yourself?" you ask him.

"not as well as i was when i had you," he looks into your eyes.

you're stunned into silence, yet again, but with hope and not dread like the last time he spoke to you.

he sets down his chopsticks before folding his hands and facing you, "i came here to tell you i'm sorry. i'm sorry for how we ended and how i left you. it was a shitty thing to do and it haunts me every time i close my eyes to sleep. i don't expect you to forgive me, i wouldn't forgive me. but i know i hurt you with the way i treated you, you didn't deserve that. and i just want to say i'm sorry and you didn't do anything wrong. i was out of my mind. please don't blame yourself."

the wind is knocked out of your lungs at his confession. you were overwhelmed by him admitting his wrongs and calling you out to tell you not to blame yourself, because you were. he apologized but didn't do it to make you forgive him, he wanted to help take the burden of wondering what you did wrong off your own shoulders. it was the closure you needed.

the back of your eyes tingle with tears.

"don't cry," he says wrapping his warm hand over yours on the dining table, "i'll go. i don't want to bother you any longer."

he grabs his plate and rinses it quickly in the sink before heading towards the door.

much like the last time, you quickly get up and grab his hand, "don't go."

jeno turns around, eyes wide and looking into your soul.

"don't go. stay. it's late. you can sleep on the couch." you say still grasping his hand with tears in your eyes.

"okay," he whispers slowly. how could he leave when you ask him to stay?

you grab an extra pillow and blanket from your bedroom and bring it to the couch. as much as you wanted jeno to sleep in bed with you tonight, you needed space to think about what he said and sort out your own thoughts. but you wanted the comfort of knowing he was at home. with you.

you and jeno work together to set up the couch, working in silent synchrony and harmony. the domesticity of it all makes you both emotional.

as you stand back up after tucking a sheet into the couch, jeno wraps you in his arms and says what he came here to say all along,

i love you, i'm sorry

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redsrooftopprincess · 5 months ago

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I love absolutely everything you've posted for Raph, and I was reading through your disability HC again, and if you have time. Could you do a small fic or headcanons of Raphael getting a massage from his beautiful to help relieve some of his pain?

I'M SO SORRY I tried to write this THREE TIMES THREE DIFFERENT WAYS and make it sweet and heartfelt....

But the boy wanted smut.

Where There's Smoke

Fem reader x Raphael

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Warnings: marijuana, smut

If you're a minor *makes a shooing motion* go'way.

The cloud you exhale hangs in the air, curling around the lamplight. You sit in the warm comfort of your apartment, sat sideways, legs draped over Raphael's lap on the loveseat. He reaches over and plucks the joint from your outstretched hand.

"mmm..." you say, smiling, as he takes a long drag. You lean your head against the back of the couch, and close your eyes with a sigh, as the indica flows through your system and washes away a truly shitty week.

When you open them, he is exhaling nearly half the joint. You laugh and wave the smoke out of your face. It look a lot to get the turtles high. Mike and Donnie were still working on a strain powerful enough to do the job, but it was slow going and more of a fun pet project than a priority.

However, you know better than to take more than one *small* hit of the boys' weed. You only had to make that mistake once.

You love nights like this. His very rare nights off, when it's just the two of you hanging out in your apartment. When you could convince him to smoke with you it was even better, because, for a few hours, his pain was a little more manageable.

You swing your legs off of him and he groans quietly when you push off of his thigh to stand up. "Shit! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

He laughs gently, "Yeah. No, it's fine. Felt good, actually." He sighs, "Rough week."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him for a moment before your eyes narrow the corner of your mouth turns up slowly. He knows that look. You have an idea.

He's a little more than slightly worried as he watches you dash out of the living room and down the hall into the bathroom. There is a reason you and Donnie are best friends. This could go in literally any direction. You return a few moments later with a bottle in hand.

You walk around to the front of the couch and, tug on his jeans, "Lose 'em," you say. It wasn't weird for him to get comfortable at your house. You'd patched him up enough times that seeing him in his underwear was pretty normal.

You set down the bottle of lotion on the coffee table, and walk away to grab a towel. He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his forehead when the realization hits him. "(Y/N), you really don't have to do this."

You ignore him, and return, setting the towel on the table.

He sighs, sitting up, "Seriously, (Y/N) you don't have to do this -"

"Shut up." You say firmly, but not unkindly, looking up from what you're doing. His beak snaps shut. You didn't get firm with him often, so when you did, he paid attention. "You do everything for everyone else, let someone take care of you for once." The gaze you held had no room for argument, and he sighs and stands up, removing his jeans. He gives you an exasperated look during the entire process.

You can't help but steal a glance at his thighs as he sits back down. The way the muscles move beneath his scarred scales makes your mouth water.

To say you are holding a torch for the terrapin would be a lie. It's more like a barely controlled forest fire. He was beautiful in so many ways, and if it didn't make him so uncomfortable you would compliment his body more often.

You instruct him to rest one foot on the coffee table and you straddle his leg, knowing that making any kind of difference was going to require a lot more strength than was in your hands.

"Y/N..."

You reach forward and flick the middle of his forehead without looking, while you snatch the bottle off of the coffee table with your other hand.

"Ow! Hey! What the hell was that for?!" He exclaims, rubbing his head.

"I heard you the first time," you say casually, not looking up from pouring the lotion into your palm.

You rub lotion between your hands to warm it up, before pressing your hands down just above his knee and using nearly your entire weight to push along his quad.

"mmm fuck..." He groans, sinking back further in the couch, no longer interested in protesting as his eyes fall closed. You press your lips together, trying to ignore how hot that was and failing miserably.

In your intoxicated state, you may not have thought this whole thing through.

You had been growing closer. You're not sure when it happened, but touches have become softer, hugs longer. You drift to each other's side, even if you start out on opposite ends of a room. It was something both of you noticed, and neither of you acknowledged.

Your friendship has continued as if nothing has changed, but mundane moments are becoming more intimate, and intimate moments more frequent, and right now you were straddling his thigh and the soft groans and sighs you were pulling from him with every ministration were doing nothing for your composure.

Between the weed and the massage, this is the most relaxed he's felt in a while. He thinks to himself that he's going to have to do something really nice for you later.

You, however, are experiencing the exact opposite effect. The drug has made your body more sensitive, and with every brush of his leg between yours as you move along his thigh, ripples of sensation move up and out. You really hope he's too high to notice you shiver.

He shifts his weight, raising his leg, and accidentally brushing against your core. The small sound that escapes you makes both of you freeze.

That tiny sound, barely louder than a whisper had gone off like a gun shot in his head, shutting down every other one of his senses that wasn't completely honed in on you. There was no way that actually just happened, right?

He looks down at you, while you look away, face burning. There's no way he doesn't know your into him now, and now you've made things weird and awkward. You try to come up with a way to brush off what just happened, terrified of what he must think of you.

The only thing he's thinking is that whatever he has to do to get you to make that sound again, he's gonna to do it. And then he's gonna do it again.

Taking your chin in his hand, he turns you to face him as he places the other on your waist. Holding your gaze with a curious expression, your heart pounds as he pulls his leg off the table so that his foot is on the floor.

He flexes, his thigh pressing into you, and you shut your eyes, drawing a shuddering breath as you feel a flood of warmth at your core. You scent blooms upward into him and his grip around your waist tightens, while his other hand also falls to your waist. When you open your eyes, he is looking down at you with a dark smirk. That was all the validation he needed.

He pulls you up and then back against his thigh, watching your eyes fall closed and your mouth fall open. Your breathing stutters as your hips involuntarily rock against him. When he presses up harder against you, a moan is torn from your throat and you have to brace yourself on his leg.

He grabs the leg in between his own and pulls you up and it over, so that you're straddling his waist. He crashes his lips to yours, the weed making everything hazy and dream-like, and you open to him gladly, tangling his tongue with your own.

His hands slide up your waist, and you only separate for a moment, to help him remove your shirt, before crashing back into him like a wave. When you rock your hips against the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, his mouth is ripped from yours in a groan.

You reach for him, almost desperately, to bring his mouth back to yours, but he removes his hands from your waist and places them on your shoulders to stop you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Wait... Sweetheart..." He's panting and trembling and it's taking all his restraint to not buck his hips into you, "If we keep going, this is gonna happen... And I need to know it's not just the weed. That this is really what you want..."

He looks at you and everything in him was screaming to just take you. You've wanted her since the day you met. She's ready. She's *more* than willing... but he's not an animal. And if it's not what you actually want it would ruin your friendship.

You look up at him in disbelief, also trembling. Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, you pull him down to you, brushing your lips against his with a whispered, "It is."

You're not sure when or how you ended up against the wall, with him grinding his thigh against your cunt, but you are not complaining. In fact, the only intelligible thought screaming through your veins at the moment is

MORE.

You grind hard against him, clenching around nothing, and in a moment it feels like you might drown in the emptiness. You whimper into his mouth. "Raph... Please..."

He doesn't need to be asked twice. He carries you to your bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours, and lays you on the bed. Detaching your legs from him he grabs the waistband of your cotton shorts and and removes them and your soaked panties in one motion

He looks at you, for just a moment, naked and trembling and wanting HIM, and he commits the sight to memory, before smirking like the devil and diving in like a man starved.

"Fuck! " you cry, arching, as he licks a stripe up your cunt, drinking your arousal like wine, savoring you on his tongue. You're already so sensitive. His tongue swirls around your clit and you shudder as pleasure ripples through your body.

He licks up your slit again and again, before pulling your thighs further apart and fucking you with his tongue. The soft feeling of his tongue curling inside you lights up your nervous system like a Christmas tree, and soon you're a trembling, whimpering mess.

You almost protest as his tongue leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by an oversized digit pushing into you slowly. His tongue returns to your clit, swirling and sucking, devouring you as the cord inside your center winds tighter.

Curling his finger up, and finding that secret spot inside of you, you feel as though you'd fall apart if he wasn't holding you together.

The cord pulls tight, and with a gasp, snaps. You come undone. With your hand on the back of his head, your moans ricocheting off the walls, you ride out your release.

You come back to consciousness as he's crawling up your body, having removed the last barrier between you. He attacks your throat, licking and scenting, giving you no time to recover, his instincts screaming for him to mark you as HIS.

His lips return to yours as he slides his own arousal against your folds, coating himself in your slick. He moans softly at your warmth and finally starts pushing into you slowly.

The way he stretches you fills you completely, and every inch feels like embers scattering through your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, whimpering and shuddering as he bottoms out.

He stills for a moment, trembling, attempting to control this breathing, not wanting this to be over before it starts.

With a shuddering breath he moves so slowly, pulling all the way out before returning to sheathe himself inside of you. He gradually finds his rhythm, and you move together pushing and pulling like a bellows, feeding the scattered sparks inside you.

He slides a hand under your thigh, hitching it up to go deeper.

As his speed increases, the embers catch inside your skin and set you alight. It almost feels like you can't breath for the fire in your veins, but you are somehow able to moan his name, so you're probably okay.

Keening moans escape you, and he swallows them greedily, kissing you with everything he has and everything he's ever wanted. Kissing you as if by doing so he could convince you to stay like this forever.

You feel your release building, and by the stuttering groans and whispers of your name, you can tell his isnt far behind.

You reach up and touch his face, and he lifts his head to look at you, never slowing. You wanted him to see, to know that you were there with him, that you were his.

You gasp, and with a cry you arch into him as the fire consumes you. He wraps an arm around you, holding you against him as he follows suit, moaning your name into your shoulder as he spills himself into you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you shiver as he pulls himself from you. Lying on his side to face you, he reaches out and pulls you to him holding you, breathless, as you both come down from your high.

Foreheads touching, eyes closed, you just breath each other in, both of you in kind-of-but-not-really disbelief.

He lifts his head and looks down at you. You open your eyes to meet his, and they shine with affection and gratitude and maybe something deeper, but that was a conversion for a different day.

"So..." he says softly, "when are we gonna do the other leg?" He grins as you laugh and slap him half-heartedly on the chest.

"You're a dick."

"You love it."

.....

He's not wrong.

.....

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dovveri · 9 months ago

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Hey!!! Pookie!!! Could i request

A little filthy/fluffy fluttering Bottom MiNayeon x reader(Female obviously)

Where one is brat n the other is obedience..... (Externally......)

Thanks pookie ❤️😘

pretty princess syndrome

synopsis: the princess has gone missing on the night of her ball. you find her and teach her a lesson for disappearing on you.

warnings: smut! - cursing, degradation, spanking, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, slight voyeurism

w/c: 5.5k

a/n: plain smut with a little plot at the end bcs i ltr can't write smut on its own RAAAH enjoy :P also ik the ask says mina but they corrected it afterwards bcs they saw i only write for namosa so ty anon for checking <3

“where is she?”

the maid stumbles backwards a little, intimidated by the glare you’re giving her.

“baby, i’m going to ask nicely one more time. where is she?”

“i-i d-don’t know. s-she said she was just going to b-bathroom.”

you narrow her eyes at her, “are you seriously going to lie to me right now baby? are you trying to get in trouble as well?”

“n-no! i’m n-not lying i swear! that’s what s-she told me!”

you scoff, “looks like i have two brats to deal with tonight.” you grab her wrist roughly, tugging her along the castle walls.

she yelps a little, “o-ow, hurts baby-“

“shut up. liars shouldn't be allowed to speak.” you sneer at her, pulling her roughly up the stairs towards the royal chambers.

she cries out when she slips on one of the steps, you’re quick to pull her up, tutting in annoyance before leaning down and hoisting her up onto your hips. her legs immediately wrap around you and she buries her face into your neck, whimpering a little.

“stupid bitch. can’t even walk properly. need me to carry you huh?” you continue up the stairs, one hand secured around her waist.

“‘m sorry ‘m sorry-“ she mumbles against your neck.

you click your tongue again, making sure she’s comfortable around you, and then strutting down towards the princess’ quarters.

you don’t bother knocking, slamming open the double doors.

the two men inside startle at the sound, quick to stand up and attempt to cover themselves. you scoff.

“who the hell are you? how dare you interrupt her majesty in her private chambers!”

you carefully place the woman around your hips down. she’s quick to go down into a bow but you stop her before she can kneel.

“i’m the captain of the royal guard. i’m in charge of the princess’ safety. because you princes are unfamiliar with the customs here, i’ll give you to the count of three to make yourself sparse before i declare war on your pathetic little kingdoms.”

they blush bright red in anger, looking towards the princess who pays them no mind, looking bored inspecting her nails, clothed only in her underdress.

“one.”

they exchange glances, nodding at each other, silently communicating something.

“two.”

they suddenly lunge forward.

you step in front quickly, blocking their advances, sending a fist into one of their stomachs which earns a groan of pain. you twist, bringing the other one down to the floor, and shove a knee into his chest. the prince who you’ve punched, swings around again, his fist trying to catch your face while you're subduing his friend, but you press down on the man underneath, replacing your knee with your palms, lifting yourself up and using the body underneath you as leverage in a reverse helicopter kick, the first one knocking his fist out of the way, the second kicking his head with enough force to send him into the floor next to the other prince.

you kneel on top of both of them with a gleeful smile, adrenaline pumping through your veins. you grab fistfuls of their hair, yanking them up and speaking sternly into their ears, “if you want to keep your dicks i’d suggest you leave the kingdom now. if i ever see you around the princess, or her maid for that matter, you’ll be losing a lot more than just your egos.”

you shove them back into the floor again, earning groans of pain before you lift yourself off of them.

they scramble up, not bothering to collect their shirts and run out the door.

you slam the door after them, turning on your heel and glaring at the woman on the bed who has started paying attention now, a smirk on her face as she lays down onto her stomach, pushing her cleavage together, resting her cheek on a hand, her legs kicking leisurely in the air.

“you’re not going to greet your princess y/n? that’s awfully rude of you. i could have your head for that.” she turns to the other girl in the room, “you as well sana? i thought you’d at least have manners.”

sana clenches a fist, kneeling down and touching her forehead to the floor, “good evening princess im!”

nayeon grins, “that’s my good girl. you can use my first name now. although you weren’t all good were you? i thought i instructed you to lead y/n away from the ball?”

“get up sana. you don’t have to give her that.”

sana slowly stands up, pouting a little as she stares at her feet.

you walk up to her, tilting her chin up and smiling gently, “sorry for calling you names earlier baby. i should’ve known she put you up to that. you’re too good to say no aren’t you? i don’t blame you for leading me away earlier. can you forgive me?”

sana blushes and nods, you can hear nayeon scoff in the background, rolling onto her back and watching the both of you upside down.

“thank you sweetheart.” you smile, leaning in kindly and capturing her lips.

she sighs against you, almost in relief that you’re finally pressed against each other, kissing back passionately. you're engulfed in the sense of her, the way she gasps between each kiss, the feel of her waist under your fingertips.

nayeon isn't one to be forgotten though. she's been spoilt like that. you can hear her mumbling to herself, the shuffling of sheets and clothes and when you break away from sana, breaths coming in and out heavier than they were a minute ago, you see nayeon's stripped herself and has a hand between her legs, still watching the both of you.

sana follows your gaze and narrows her eyes, calmly walking forward to collect nayeon’s discarded undergarments along with her evening dress, folding everything neatly and setting it into the laundry basket in the corner of the room.

“sana darling, would you take your clothes off as well while you’re there? need something pretty to look at.” nayeon’s shuffled around so she’s laying on her mound of pillows, spreading her legs so both you and sana could see the way she teased herself, dragging a long finger down her cunt slowly, collecting the arousal there and spreading it back up herself, pressing down a little at her clit and then repeating.

your gaze is fixed on the way her hips have started grinding down involuntarily on her fingers, her other hand moving to grasp at a tit and circling a nipple, that smirk still ever present on her face. you glance over at sana who’s staring at nayeon with a slight pout, watching the way her chest is moving up and down as her breaths get heavier with each pass of her fingers.

“yes princess.” sana starts to remove her own clothes obediently.

“i gave you permission to use my name sweetie. what’s wrong?” nayeon asks, but doesn’t stop her ministrations on herself.

sana pouts, refusing to answer, finishing removing all her clothes and undoing her hair, letting the wavy brown locks fall over her shoulders, just barely covering her hardening nipples in the cool air of the room.

“come here.”

you watch them both in silence, tense with anticipation, you can feel the accumulation of your own wetness in your panties at the sight.

sana moves towards nayeon submissively, her head bowed, cheeks pink.

“so pretty. are you going to answer my questions yet sweetie?” you notice nayeon’s fingers move just slightly faster and press down slightly harder with each step sana takes towards her.

sana mumbles something under her breath.

“what was that? come here baby. speak up a bit so we can hear your pretty voice.”

sana climbs onto the bed, sitting on her haunches, her gaze fixed on the princess’ chest, unable to look her in the eyes. “who was that?”

“who was who?”

“those princes. why were they here?”

“hm? they were just here to entertain me.”

“i could’ve done that for you princess.”

“oh.” nayeon smirks, “is that what this is about? are you jealous sweetheart?”

sana blushes even brighter, looking to the side and letting out a sound of indignation.

nayeon sits up then, bringing her hand that wasn’t currently preoccupied to tilt sana’s face back towards her, then letting it drift down to circle her neck, just resting it there.

sana’s breath hitches but she keeps quiet.

nayeon tuts, “so so pretty, but so dumb hm? enough of this act. start answering my questions baby or i’ll have to punish you.”

sana lets out a little squeak when nayeon’s fingers tighten just slightly around her neck before replying,“yes princess.”

“good girl. now why are you giving me an attitude baby? were you jealous i didn’t invite you to my room and asked those other playtoys to instead? whatever their names were.”

sana doesn’t answer until nayeon squeezes a little again, and she scrambles, “yes princess!”

nayeon cocks a head to the side, “you keep referring to me by my title. surely you understand that means i have to do my duty as the princess and act as if i care about all of those men downstairs. especially when my father throws these extravagant balls to try and wed me off every few weeks.”

“i do princess!”

“so there’s no need to be jealous then hm? although you are quite cute when you are darling, just don’t be a brat about it.”

“i-i-“

another squeeze, “speak up.”

“you were going to let them take care of you princess! you had stripped of your royal gowns and they were unclothed as well! don’t tell me you weren’t going to let them eat you out for a little! i could’ve done that for you! as your maid and as your- your-“

“my…” the eldest raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk gracing her features.

sana struggles to find the words, even when nayeon squeezes the fingers around her neck again. you finally decide to step in, your steps making you hyperaware of the soiled excuse for underwear you were currently still wearing.

nayeon looks over at you with a grin, beyond excited you were joining in at last.

“that’s enough nayeon.”

“hm? i haven’t even done anything yet. and i don't think i recall giving you permission to use my name.”

when you reach the bed, the first thing you do is wrap your hands around her wrists, pulling her hand away from sana who inhales greedily, and yanking her other hand away from her centre.

"fucking slut. look at this." you bring her hand that was touching herself to your mouth, taking her fingers in and sucking. you can feel both their attention following your every action. you release her fingers with a pop, "dripping all over yourself like this. is this the doing of those princes? or is it us hm?" you crawl onto the bed, keeping her legs apart even when she fights to squeeze them shut.

"wouldn't you like to know?" her gaze is lidded at the feeling of your tongue wrapped around her fingers, but she still has that fucking attitude.

"sana sweetheart, would you shut her up for us? you deserve a little reward anyway for being such a good girl."

normally sana would seek the final approval from the princess, as her primary loyalties will always go back to serving her majesty. she still loves you both equally but you can understand her obedience and loyalty to the kingdom and to the safety of the princess.

but today, perhaps it is because she's a little peeved that nayeon had requested the presence of those pathetic men instead of her, she doesn't even look towards nayeon, straddling her face despite her protests, and lowering herself quickly, biting back a moan as she starts to ride the princess' face.

you grin at the sight, absolutely adoring sana's pretty face and pretty sounds. everything about her was just so pretty.

"such a good girl for facing me too hm? even without me asking?" you slide forward onto nayeon's stomach, grinding along the smooth plane, but making sure to keep her legs apart and her cunt completely untouched.

"mm- mm- feels- good-"

"that's right. use her like she uses you sweetheart. you deserve it." you ignore the muffled sound of protest from nayeon, leaning forward and kissing sana with ardor, she's panting and gasping softly into your mouth, you let your tongues meet and express all you can't through words.

you can't help the way your hips start moving. suddenly it feels like you're wearing way too many clothes so you break away from sana who pouts a little but brightens easily when she sees you hurriedly taking off all your clothes so you're just as naked as they were.

you're quick to return, latching onto her again and moaning at the feel of your bare pussy against the ridges of nayeon's stomach.

you slide your hands up nayeon's sternum, pausing to grope at her breasts a little before moving up higher to trail your fingers up sana's stomach. her breath hitches when your index and thumbs close around her nipples, you pull lightly and she almost doubles over. you can hear nayeon moan at the gush of wetness that falls out of her, the wet sounds of her lapping it up hungrily, and the squirming of her hips as she tries to find some friction on anything.

you continue circling sana's nipples and pinching softly while you suck her tongue into your mouth, she always had the most sensitive buds, able to cum just from one of you suckling at her breasts.

you drink in the sounds she makes, every whimper, high-pitched moan, every gasp and break in breath, all of it going straight to your own core.

"mmf- f-fuck gonna- gonna-"

"close baby?" she nods desperately against you and you bring a hand down harshly, slapping one of nayeon's tits.

nayeon yelps but is drowned out quickly as sana continues to grind her pussy down into the princess' mouth.

"make her cum slut. show your appreciation for sana always doing everything for you. you could not survive one day without her. spoilt brat."

you can tell the moment nayeon gets pissed off at your comments, her hands grip tighter around sana's thighs, pulling her down impossibly closer and working at her with a renewed vigor.

sana's got her hands in the sheets, knuckles white as she rides nayeon's tongue, her tits bounce alluringly and you can't help but move down, taking a nipple into your mouth and sucking gently.

"that's right baby, cum for us. you can do it." you mumble around her, bringing another hand up to fondle the tit that isn't in your mouth.

she's shaking and whining and then all of a sudden she's cumming, eyes closing, mouth open, letting the wave of pleasure wash over her as you and nayeon continue to help her ride it out.

when she's nearing the end you move up towards her lips again, kissing her and whispering gentle encouragements, then helping her move off nayeon and laying her down. nayeon takes the opportunity to drape an arm over sana's stomach, kissing her shoulder and rubbing circles into her side.

you both cuddle her and coo at how well she did. aftercare was always extremely important for sana. but when you notice one of nayeon's hands snaking down between her own legs again you peck sana's lips once more before you climb over her, ripping nayeon's hand away and pinning both her hands above her head.

she whines, pouting.

"don't gimme that face. you still made sana lie for you so you could go off and have your own fun. don't you know you're not getting to cum tonight?"

"but i was good! i made her cum!"

you scoff, "that's the bare minimum. you should make sana feel that good at least once a week for the shit you put her up to."

sana's still hazy but she peeks an eye open, turning so she's on her side and watching the both of you, "it's okay y/n i like doing things for her. for both of you."

"see!" nayeon tries pushing her hands against yours but you hold her still, grip iron tight around her wrists.

"shh sana sweetheart you just rest there and watch okay? you're too nice to her if you spoil her this much she'll end up letting some other random prince fuck her and you don't want that do you?"

sana's jaw clenches at the reminder.

nayeon starts protesting, "i would not! i told you guys they were just here for a little fun! i wasn't actually going to let them touch me! i have to play around with a few of them so that my father thinks i'm actually trying!"

"then why were you stripped down to your undergarments?"

"it was uncomfortable walking around in that big flashy ball gown! and we were playing a strip game. i was winning by the way they only had their boxers left to go."

you scoff, leaning down until your lips are an inch apart, speaking lowly into her, "you're fucking delusional if you think anyone aside from us gets to see this." you keep one of your hands securing her arms above her head, the other coming down to grope roughly at her breast.

she bucks up into your touch, moaning, "t-told you i was w-winning anyway. they wouldn't have seen anything."

you sneer, kissing the side of her lip and move along her jawline, "you still put yourself at risk princess. and my job is to make sure you don't do that. so you're going to learn your lesson now alright?"

you don't wait for her to respond before you're flipping her over onto her stomach. you slide one of her pillows under her stomach so her ass is up, and land a sharp hit to her cheeks.

"how many do you think we should do today sana?"

nayeon's turning her head to sana, a pleading look on her face, "sana baby i've been good right? i've been-"

you send another slap down and nayeon's squeaking out, hands clutching onto the pillow above her head. "don't talk to her. sana answer the question sweetheart."

sana's looking at nayeon with uncertainty, a pout forming on her lips as nayeon begs her with her eyes. "i think 10 should be fine."

"alright 10 for being a bitch to you and 20 for risking my job and putting herself in danger. you're going to count out 30 now understand princess? and those first two don't count those were just for you mouthing off."

you land one slap onto her cheeks, wait for her to call out the number one, and then repeat.

at around 18 sana takes pity on her and slides towards her, kissing her cheeks and whispering encouragement, wiping away at her stray tears.

"look how sweet our sana is. and you still treat her the way you do. learn your lesson yet princess?" you strike again.

"nineteen! y-yes i've learnt my lesson i swear i'll be good please please-"

another slap. her ass has turned red with the amount of hits its endured.

"twenty!"

"i see you've learnt some better manners already. we'll need to finish the lesson though i think, so that it can reach its maximum potential."

you're not fooled with the next 5 hits. you know she's positively dripping onto the sheets under her with each slap. even when she starts crying and babbling nonsense and sana kisses her to try and distract her from the pain, she's so wet you can see the beginnings of it start to run down her thighs.

"twenty six!"

"hmm i think we can switch up the last three what do you say sweetheart?" you direct your question to sana who breaks away from nayeon, shrugging and returning her lips to the princess' neck.

you smirk, spreading her legs slowly, beaming at the reveal of drenched lips. you tease a finger up the inside of her thigh, nayeon's squirming under you. you can't help when your finger dips into her wetness, running down her lips to her clit. nayeon cries out a loud moan, her hips bucking downwards trying to chase your hand.

you tut, removing your hand but bringing it back down quickly with a sharp slap. you revel in the cry she lets out, a gush of wetness seeping out of her, her lips almost throbbing.

“count slut.”

“t-twenty seven!”

you hum, tracing her inner thighs again, bending down and kissing the back of her thigh gently, then when she’s calmed down and least expecting it, you land another sharp slap to her pussy.

“mmf! t-twenty eight!” her voice is muffled because she’s buried her head into a pillow, sana’s tracing comforting patterns onto her back, though the way her fingers trail lightly to the side of her breast every now and then, you can tell she’s enjoying teasing nayeon just as much as you are.

another slap.

“twenty nine!”

“last one princess.”

you bend down, blowing softly into her open lips, she quivers at the feeling, moaning into the pillow she’s grasping onto for dear life.

the final, wet slap echoes through the chamber. and before she can wriggle away you grab her hips, pulling her down and finally, finally get to taste that essence that’s flowing out of her.

the switch from pain directly into pure pleasure has her thrashing, but you keep her hips still, licking up her entrance and suckling on her clit, coming back down and pushing your tongue into her, moaning at the taste and the feeling of her dripping all over you. you can feel her wetness on your nose, your chin, it’s messy and you love it. you lap at her, cleaning her up while she twists and fidgets under you. you pull away eventually, wiping at your mouth with gleeful satisfaction, taking in her red asscheeks and thoroughly licked cunt.

you look up and notice sana’s slid a hand between her thighs again, they’re kissing roughly, moaning into each other and you feel a rod of arousal go straight down your body at the sight. nayeon’s grinding down into the sheets, desperate for any sort of friction, you take the opportunity when the two of them have to break away for air to flip her onto her side, sliding behind her and pressing her against sana so she’s sandwiched between the two of you.

you caress her ass softly and she whines at the little stings of pain, but finds purchase in sana’s thigh, able to finally rub her cunt against something else.

you kiss her shoulder, and she turns her head while still humping sana's thigh. you smile, bringing her into a kiss while your hands slide over her stomach.

when you break away she's still panting, you're careful not to aggravate her ass too much but slip a hand down to her folds, teasing her clit a little and she moans, loud and eager.

"f-fuck- i- 'm sorry- i- please- can i- i want to-"

you hum, kissing along her neck, "what do you think sana? think the princess deserves to cum?"

sana's biting her lip watching the two of you, the feel of nayeon's pussy against her thigh driving her positively insane. nayeon turns to sana again, pleading, her hand taking hold of sana's ass and squeezing just to cling onto something while she rides her thigh.

sana lets out a shaky breath at the feeling, "yeah. give her one."

you smirk against nayeon's shoulder, pressing down harder on her clit and pushing it around in rhythmic circles. sana tenses her thigh so that nayeon can grind against it easier, moving down slightly so she can capture a nipple with her mouth, nipping lightly as nayeon gasps, now losing hold of sana's ass but bringing her hand up to her hair, pushing her closer into her chest.

sana's still got a hand between her own legs, 2 fingers pushing in and out of herself with a tinkling whine, but fixated on sucking nayeon's nipple.

"go ahead, cum for us princess."

nayeon cums with a cry, her hips rutting against sana's thigh uncontrollably, shaking as she orgasms, her hand on sana's head pulling at her hair just enough for sana to come with a whine as well.

the both of them are breathing heavily as they come down, nayeon's pulling gently on sana's hair indicating for her to come up, and sana obeys. meeting her in a lazy kiss, you continue to pepper soft pecks all over nayeon's shoulder, moving your hand that was between her thighs to caress sana's back in comfort.

sana breaks away first, climbing over nayeon who's still recovering and finding your lips immediately, moaning at the taste of nayeon still on your tongue.

before you know it, she's kissing your neck, hand wandering your body, moving down to your chest to leave light sucks and pecks, and then she's between your legs, looking up at you with an innocent smile, and then diving in.

you moan instantly, spreading your legs for her as she takes them and puts them over her shoulders.

"o-oh sana baby-that's oh- oh fuck- that's good- you don't have to-"

"want to. want to make you feel good too." she's mumbling into your cunt, speaking quickly and then wrapping her lips around your clit, as if she couldn't stand being away from your lips for more than a second.

you're jerking your hips up into her when nayeon turns around with a soft groan, taking in the situation with lidded eyes.

she's still sore but she inches forward to kiss you, muffling your moans when sana tongues your clit and works masterfully at your pussy.

"good isn't she?" nayeon murmurs against your lips.

your breath catches when sana's devil tongue penetrates you, the wet hot muscle making you feel all sorts of tingles up your spine.

nayeon speaks a little louder now so sana can hear as well, "'s why those idiots could never live up to her. no one else eats pussy like sana does. isn't that right baby? you were made to make us feel good weren't you?"

you gasp at the slurp that sana lets out, you know she gets off on the praise, especially if its coming from nayeon.

"f-fuck sana so- good mmf- right there- oh you're gonna make me cum darling-"

nayeon trails a langorous hand up your stomach, cupping a breast and squeezing. when her fingers close around a nipple you can't help it when you cum, moaning into nayeon's mouth and gripping sana's hair, keeping her there while she drinks in your release.

when she finally lets you go, crawling back up and collapsing on top of you with a grin, her mouth still covered in your slick, nayeon leans in and kisses her, their tongues dancing in front of you while they share the taste of you.

they break apart and sana giggles at the strand of saliva connecting them while nayeon cringes in disgust, wiping at her mouth.

sana pokes her playfully, "you love it."

"as if. i just love you."

sana rolls her eyes, getting off the both of you to grab the cream you use for aftercare.

she comes back, requesting nayeon to flip onto her stomach. nayeon refuses to at first, clinging onto your arm with her eyes closed, but you shake her off, looking at her with a glare and she cowers, flipping over with a mumble about how she was meant to be the one in power here.

you share a giggle with sana when nayeon hisses at the first rub of cream. but sana's soft, gentle and soothing, and eventually nayeon's relaxed into the sheets, humming in satisfaction, drifting off into sleep.

sana's meticulous, grabbing some wet towels to wipe her down, she offers to do you as well but you refuse, "it's okay sana. you should rest as well. you don't have to do everything you know."

she shrugs, going to put the used towel in the laundry basket, "i love you both. plus it's my job to do all this for nayeon. i'd still be in the slums if she didn't take me in."

you frown, waiting for sana to finish and blow out the candle lights before making grabby hands at her to come cuddle with you both.

she laughs, pushing your hands away playfully and curling up on the other side of nayeon, pulling a blanket over you all.

you reach around nayeon to hold her hand, she leans up and gives you a kiss.

"are you still mad about the engagement?"

she hums, "nothing i can do about it though. nayeon's the princess. we all knew she was going to be married off eventually."

nayeon stirs then after hearing her name, "w-what? what about me?"

sana laughs, "go back to sleep princess. of course you'd wake up hearing your own name. no one loves you more than yourself."

nayeon whines, “you both do.”

“shows exactly how much we love you then.”

she’s pouting and turning to look up at sana with wide eyes. "you're worried about me leaving aren't you?"

the atmosphere is suddenly serious.

sana's running a hand through nayeon's hair, her grip on your hand tightens a little.

"you know i'd never let them touch you sana. even if i get wed off i'm not going anywhere without you. you're stuck with me."

sana sighs, her hands still brushing through the princess' hair, "it might not be that simple."

"it will be. and if it isn't, y/n has a backup plan don't you?" she's turning to you now with a knowing smirk.

you're caught by surprise, "how did you know about that?"

"please you're not subtle. and because everyone doesn't think much of me i can actually overhear a lot of the conversations around the castle. i heard some of your knights talking about preparations and underground tunnels and other stuff and pieced it all together."

"what's she talking about y/n?"

you groan a little, nuzzling your head into nayeon's neck, "i wasn't going to tell you until everything was ready. but at the last planned ball there's going to be a ceremony celebrating nayeon's official engagement to whichever prince she chooses. because of all the chaos that'll happen with the chosen prince when they have to transport their entire royal family over and worry about security and all that, we can take advantage of the miscommunications and leave in the tunnels under the castle. i've already got contacts with some bandits that i came into contact with a few years ago that are willing to take us across the desert with the right price. they all live together in a seperate civilisation on an island that's hidden from outsiders so the king and any of the allied forces won't be able to find us. i've spoken with the council on the island already and they're more than happy to take us in."

"you're not suspicious about these people at all? they could just be after the princess and claim the glory and money for when the king sends out a missing persons notice."

you shake your head, "no. i trust my contacts. i... back during the first war, i sent my family away with them. i told you both that they died in the war but they're still alive and safe right now. i can send messages to them once a month and i have proof of life as well. it's up to you both though. this is just a precautionary plan in case anything goes wrong, or if you want to run away from it all nayeon." you run a hand down her cheek, caressing her softly.

nayeon hums, smiling gently, "i was just waiting for you to tell us you idiot. of course i want to go. this place is a hellhole and we all know it. i can't do anything even though i'm the princess and the people in the kingdom have it much worse. i want to come back eventually and make things better, but i can't do that if my father gets rid of me to be some man-child’s trophy wife for the rest of my life. sana? what do you think?"

sana's more cautious, studying the both of you before responding, "i've pledged my life to you already nayeon. i'll go where ever you go. but you promise to protect her right?" she's looking at you, gaze steely.

you smile, "i've pledged my life to the princess as well. and to you sana. i won't let anything happen to either of you."

sana relaxes at that, leaning in over nayeon's shoulder to kiss you gently.

"it's settled then. we're getting the fuck outta here."

you laugh, "sleep first. then we can talk about world domination."

nayeon yawns and sana follows cutely. "you're right. i love you both. goodnight."

you grin, pecking them both on the cheek and settling in, cuddling into nayeon, still holding onto sana's hand. you were going to make it out of here, all three of you.

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If it’s not too much, could I ask for the Love and Deepspace boys who accidentally hurt the (if you could gn) reader’s feelings? (They argued and they were wrong but lashed out either way sorta thing?) if not, completely understandable! Tysm!

The Hurts

Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.

🌻 Rafayel/Xavier/Zayne x Reader Tags: gn!reader, hurt/ comfort, angst A/N: I can't see our LIs to be the type to lash out at their loved ones, so I modify the request a bit. Thank you for requesting, anon-san. Hope you enjoy this story.

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.

You had given him so many chances, and what you got in return was being hurt over and over again.

Like sitting on a never-ending roller coaster, that's the feeling when you were with him.

He made you happy, he made you sad. He gave you surprises and he also shattered many of your dreams.

Then, you had enough.

You trudged back home with heavy steps after a difficult mission. Blood drenched your uniform. The blood of Wanderers, and the blood of your comrades. The mission was a complete failure. There were a lot of people injured, and it was completely your fault.

Because you trusted someone who shouldn't have been trusted.

Rafayel was standing on an empty street corner, waiting for you. He knew you would always take the same route home. You were too predictable, that was why he played with you like a toy.

You grit your teeth. You and Rafayel each held one end of the rubber band. But he was always the first to let go.

It hurt, the feeling of being betrayed hurt so much. But you still kept walking. You did not want him to see you miserable like that. You would not give him the opportunity to trample on your feelings and trust anymore.

Rafayel's dark eyes gazed at you. You saw scales sprouting out from his face and neck. That was the day when Lemurians were at their weakest.

Nevertheless, he made the decision to stand here and wait for you to come home. As soon as he had heard the news from his spies, he immediately ran to find you even though he was in his weakest state. You stopped moving when you were just close enough away from him, to look straight into his eyes with full of indignation.

“I will explain everything.” Rafayel spoke up. And he should, but you were sick of it by now.

“That's enough, Rafayel.” You cut him off before he could say anything else. “You've said enough.”

You trusted his intelligence, only to lead your comrades into a trap. He always took advantage of your absolute trust to hurt you and the people you cared about. Especially when there was something related to the Lemurians, he suddenly became a different person. Someone you did not know.

“Your secrets…” You said, “Just keep them to yourself… I think I've had enough of your lies.”

"I did not lie." Rafayel reached out towards you but you backed away. “Everything I told you about that operation was true. I simply…”

“You simply didn't tell me the whole truth.” You said bitterly.

Rafayel withdrew his hand. He appeared so frail that he may pass out at any time at the side of the road. This time, you would not care as much. You would just leave him be.

“You showed concern for me, then you left me alone. You helped me, then pushed me into a trap... What is real, Rafayel? What is the truth that ever comes out of your mouth?”

Rafayel was silent, staring at you with pain. What an excellent performance. You almost believed him, one more time.

“What are you going to do, then? You could kill me with just one blow right now.”

“Don't challenge me.” You threatened with a glare. You hurried past Rafayel, wanting nothing more than to get home and clean off all the blood on your body and calm yourself down. Yet, despite his extreme weakness, he still has the ability to draw you in. Your eyes met his sadness. In an instant, it seemed as though you had descended to the ocean's lowest point.

“You asked me what was true.” He said, his voice shaking. “You may not believe anything else I say… But this, this alone is the truth… I will never, ever let anyone hurt you… I will never lose you again…”

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You stood in front of Xavier's house waiting impatiently. As soon as the door opened, you immediately rushed inside without even saying hello.

“Is there anything wrong?” Xavier asked gently, but his innocent look made you even more angry.

“You crossed me out of that mission, didn’t you?” You replied in anger. There were several rolled-up reports in your palm, ready to be torn apart. You aimed it in his direction. “This was originally the mission assigned to me! Why did you request to do it on your own?”

Xavier saw the problem as soon as he glanced at those papers. He tried to explain:

“That mission is too dangerous. I can't let you do it by yourself.”

“Then would it be better if you went alone?”

You gave Xavier a glance. He was trying to calm you down, but every step he took closer you moved further away. You were upset because he decided to enter a risky area without you, maybe endangering his life, and you were unaware of it until everything had been taken care of. Even with you by his side, he carried the weight of everything by himself. You did not want that, because you felt compelled to share everything with him.

"I'm sorry." Xavier was honest with you. “I should have asked you first. I decided on my own because I thought it was the best thing for you.”

“What's best for me?” You retorted. “Do you even know what is good for me? To participate in my own mission, to decide to do things as I wish, or to fight by your side!”

Only silence covered the room. You collapsed into his couch, burrowing your face into your hands. You hated this feeling of helplessness. He took away your right to make decisions, your right to accompany him on this dangerous mission. The thought that he did not need you was so painful.

“You don't believe in me…” You spoke up after a long while. When you looked up, you saw that Xavier was still standing there, looking regretful and helpless because he was unable to touch you at the time. “I thought we were a team. If we're a team, we won't hide missions from each other, we won't sneak around alone behind the other person's back..."

“I'm really sorry. That mission is much more dangerous than area N109. I can't let you risk it.”

“That means if you had to choose again, you would still do the same and hide it from me, right?”

Xavier remained silent, but you already knew the answer.

You did not know what hurt more; Xavier hiding that mission from you, or he not trusting you could complete it?

You got to your feet, looked at Xavier, and proceeded to the door.

"I truly put in a lot of training to be in a team with you. But maybe that's not enough. If you think you can do it all by yourself then so be it, I don't see the need to stay here anymore.”

"Don't." Xavier seized your hand fast to hold you there. “Don't say such things…”

You drew away from him fiercely. Xavier let out a cry and embraced his left chest at that very time.

It appeared like he was hurt. You scowled and extended a hand to touch him.

“Are you injured?”

Xavier tried to smile, but his face gradually turned pale. He took that opportunity to pull you back and wrap an arm around your waist to keep you in place.

“It's only a little cut.”

“How can it be small when you look so painful?”

Xavier struggled to breathe. He replied:

"I'm sorry. Maybe it's true that I couldn't do that task alone. You were right. We are a team, I need you.”

You feel pleased, but still very angry with Xavier. It was because he chose to go alone that he got injured like that.

“From now on, I will definitely not hide anything from you anymore. So… don't leave me alone, okay?”

You were silent for a while, but wrapped your arms around Xavier to hug him. “I have to check your wound first.”

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

The more you care for someone else, the deeper the wound they cause you.

It had been a month since you could contact him. Just like that, he disappeared, again.

You were frightened. Just like when you were a child, suddenly one day, the friend who used to make snow seals for you disappeared without a trace. No one could hear about him. He had also covertly assigned your monthly health check to another physician without you knowing until you got to the hospital. The last time you had heard about him was when Dr. Greyson told you he were rushing off to the Arctic on urgent business.

How funny it was to learn that from someone other than him. No farewells, no assurances not to worry. And for an entire month, he was absent. Although you didn't have the authority to make him tell you his schedules, at least you wanted to know how long he was going to be gone and whether or not the mission was risky.

You grew more afraid and then angered as you considered him going missing once more. How could he do this to you, after everything you had been through together? Yet he dared to show his face to your house on a rainy night.

When he saw that you were covering yourself from the rain with your jacket, he moved forward to shield you. But you dashed over to the porch. You just looked at him from a distance, but near enough to see that he was alright. After that, you entered and slammed the door in his face.

Not a word was said to each other. He did not even call your name or send a text message. He stood in the pouring rain for a long, long time. You couldn't care less. That night you went to sleep fitfully, and when you woke up the next morning, your auntie neighbor told you that he had just departed a short while after your room's light went out.

You did not try to contact him again. This cold war was initiated by him, so let it be. It was now a week after his return, and you had to go to the hospital for a check-up before an important mission. When you saw the name of the physician assigned to you was Zayne, you requested for another.

Dr. Greyson found you in the waiting area. He asked about your refusal to let Zayne examine your health. Honestly, you could not find any reason to answer that wasn't too personal. So you just sat in silence.

“The first thing Zayne did when he got back was to read your files. He wanted to make sure you were fine while he was gone.”

Dr. Greyson said. You lowered your head and looked down at your clasped hands, experiencing a range of conflicting feelings.

“I don't know what happened between you two, and maybe it's none of my business, but Zayne is a friend, and I need to butt in just this once…”

You looked up at Dr. Greyson.

“Zayne went to the Arctic to seek assistance from his teacher. Things got worse as it became more and more difficult for him to control his Evol. I caught him injuring himself with his Evol. He made the decision to suffer alone until things got in control in order to protect others.”

You were shocked. Zayne had been suffering because of his Evol for the past month without you knowing, while you were blaming him for leaving you.

"Perhaps he refrained from telling you out of concern that you would worry and accompany him there."

The rest of the conversation drifted away. Then you stood up, tried to hold back your tears as you walked to Zayne's office. He sat behind the computer screen, looking up at you with mixed emotions in his eyes, although his face still remained calm.

You entered slowly, noted the scars on his hands. There were fresh cuts that were not yet healed. He must have been very hurt and lonely. What must you do to make him open up to you? What must you do so that you can share the burden with him?

“You… What's wrong?”

As soon as Zayne spoke, you hid your tears by walking towards him in a haste and pulled him into your embrace.

“Please don't go without a word... I won't be able to bear it if you disappear again..."

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meazalykov · 3 months ago

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teacher freigang

laura freigang x reader

summary: you can't drive, so your girlfriend teaches you

warnings: car accident trauma, mentions of body injury, tiny bit of angst

it’s a warm late afternoon in frankfurt, the sun casting a golden hue over the city as you sit in the passenger seat of laura’s car, staring blankly at the dashboard.

laura’s sleek black audi feels more intimidating than inviting, despite how often you’ve ridden in it. you love sitting in this seat,being a passenger princess while watching laura effortlessly navigate the streets, her hands steady on the wheel, her confidence radiating with every turn.

today, that comfort feels worlds away. today, you’re the one who’s supposed to be in the driver’s seat.

“hey,” laura’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. you glance at her, her dark eyes soft with encouragement. “you okay?”

you nod quickly, but the truth is you’re not okay. your heart is pounding, your hands are clammy, and a lump has formed in your throat that you can’t seem to swallow down. you force a small smile, hoping it’s convincing enough. “yeah, i’m fine,” you lie.

laura doesn’t buy it. she knows you too well for that.

“you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” she says gently, her hand resting on top of yours. her touch is warm and grounding, a stark contrast to the chill in your fingertips.

“no, i want to,” you say quickly, though your voice wavers. you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

“i mean… i have to. i’m 24, laura. it’s about time i learned how to drive.”

laura’s lips quirk into a small smile, though concern lingers in her eyes.

“it’s not about time or what you ‘should’ be doing. it’s about doing it when you’re ready. if that’s not today, that’s okay.”

you shake your head. “no, i want to try. i don’t want to be scared forever.”

that word—scared—hangs in the air between you. laura doesn’t say anything for a moment, but her hand squeezes yours gently. “okay,” she says finally. “we’ll take it slow. i promise, nothing bad is going to happen. i won’t let anything happen.”

you nod, her words offering a small sliver of comfort. but as you step out of the car to switch seats with her, your chest tightens with every step. by the time you slide into the driver’s seat, your breathing is shallow, and your fingers tremble as they grip the steering wheel.

it feels foreign under your hands, like it belongs to someone else. laura’s car has always been her space, her sanctuary. being here feels like an intrusion.

“all right,” laura says as she settles into the passenger seat and buckles her seatbelt. her tone is calm, reassuring, like she’s guiding you through a warm-up drill on the pitch.

“first thing’s first. let’s get you comfortable. adjust the seat and mirrors so you can see everything clearly.”

you nod, fumbling with the controls as you move the seat closer to the pedals and adjust the rearview mirror. laura watches you patiently, her presence steady and reassuring. “good,” she says once you’re done.

“now, foot on the brake and press the button to start the car.”

your fingers hover over the ignition button for a moment, hesitation freezing you in place. your mind flashes back to that day 15 years ago—the screech of tires, the deafening crunch of metal, the way your mother screamed your name as the car spun out of control.

you were only nine years old, and you’d been sitting in the backseat, your backpack still slung over one shoulder from school. the impact had thrown you forward, the seatbelt cutting into your collarbone. you still remember the pain, sharp and blinding, as you clutched your shoulder and cried for your mom.

“y/n?” laura’s voice pulls you back to the present. you blink, realizing your hand is still hovering over the ignition. “it’s okay,” she says softly, her hand brushing against your arm.

“you’re not there anymore. you’re here, with me. you’re safe.”

of course laura knows about that painful memory of yours.

you take a shaky breath and press the button. the engine hums to life, and you flinch slightly at the sound. laura notices but doesn’t say anything. instead, she offers you a reassuring smile.

“there you go. see? step one is done.”

you nod, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “now what?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“now, put the car in drive,” she instructs, her tone steady and patient.

“but keep your foot on the brake for now.”

you do as she says, your hand trembling as you shift the gear. the car doesn’t move, but the knowledge that it could sends a fresh wave of anxiety through you. laura places a comforting hand on your thigh, her touch grounding you once again.

“okay, now this part is important,” she says.

“when you’re ready, slowly—*slowly*—ease your foot off the brake. just let the car roll forward a little. don’t worry about the gas pedal yet.”

you nod, your heart pounding as you follow her instructions. your foot lifts ever so slightly, and the car begins to inch forward. your breath catches in your throat. for a moment, you’re paralyzed by the sensation. but laura’s voice keeps you anchored.

“you’re doing it,” she says, her tone light and encouraging.

“i’m doing it,” you whisper, a mix of awe and fear in your voice. you keep your eyes fixed on the empty parking lot ahead, the car moving at a snail’s pace. “i’m actually doing it.”

“you are,” laura agrees, a proud smile on her face. “you’re doing great.”

for the next hour, she guides you through the basics—steering, braking, accelerating. you practice making wide, slow turns and stopping gently at imaginary stop signs. every time you hesitate or second-guess yourself, laura is there with a reassuring word or a gentle touch.

when you accidentally slam on the brake too hard, jolting the car to an abrupt stop, she just laughs and says, “well, at least we know the brakes work.”

it’s not all smooth sailing. as you approach another turn, a wave of panic washes over you. the memory of that accident resurfaces, vivid and unrelenting. your hands tighten on the wheel, your breathing quickens, and tears prick at your eyes.

“y/n?” laura’s voice is calm but concerned. “what’s wrong?”

you shake your head, unable to speak. the car comes to a stop as you press the brake, and you grip the wheel so tightly your knuckles turn white. laura reaches over, her hand resting gently on your arm. “hey, look at me,” she says softly.

you turn to her, tears streaming down your face. “i can’t do this,” you choke out.

“i keep seeing it, laura. the crash, the way it felt… i can’t get it out of my head.”

the german softens her expression, and she unbuckles her seatbelt, leaning closer to you. “y/n,” she says, her voice steady and full of warmth.

“what happened to you was terrifying. anyone would feel the way you do. but you’re not that little girl anymore. you’re here, with me, and i’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“what if i mess up?” you whisper, your voice trembling. “what if i hurt someone, or hurt you?”

“you won’t,” she says firmly.

“because you’re careful and thoughtful. you’re not alone in this. i’m right here, and i’ll be right here every step of the way.”

the words sink in slowly. you nod, wiping at your tears with the back of your hand. “okay,” you say, your voice steadier now.

“i want to keep going.”

“good girl,” laura says, her pride in you evident.

“we’ll take it slow. no pressure, no rush.”

you spend another hour practicing, and by the time the sun dips below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, you’ve managed to drive around the parking lot without stopping every few seconds.

you’re exhausted, both physically and emotionally, but there’s a sense of accomplishment blooming in your chest.

as you park the car and turn off the engine, laura leans over, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “you did amazing,” she says, her voice filled with admiration.

“i couldn’t have done it without you,” you admit, your cheeks warming under her gaze.

“well, lucky for you, i’m not going anywhere,” she teases, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“we’ll keep practicing, and one day, you’ll be driving us everywhere. just wait and see.”

masterlist

#laura freigang #woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #gerwnt #frankfurt

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hornyjailbreaking · 3 months ago

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Minors do not interact! This post is NSFW and dd:dne!

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This is the follow-up to this drabble that I've written on June 23rd 2024. It's around 1,2k words and is dedicated to that one pregnancy kink Kylar lover who really wanted to read more about the pregnancy itself (there's still some sex tho), and to every other Kylarfucker who's into (step)cest and breeding! I love y'all, keep being nasty <3

Written in second person POV (you/your)

WARNINGS/TAGS: Fem! Reader x Kylar, stepbrother!Kylar, older brother!Kylar, stepcest/pseudoincest, fucked-up family dynamics, breeding, (slightly inaccurate) pregnancy, giving birth (mentioned in passing), nipple play, lactation, proud dad Kylar (still a pathetic pervert)

Getting knocked up by your big brother wasn't what you imagined would happen when you got adopted into a seemingly nice family. But one thing led to another, and now you're sat in Kylar's lap while he's sucking on one of your engorged tits. He's latched on so tightly that you actually wince from time to time, pulling on his hair when he bites down on your poor nipple too hard in his excitement. He seems to enjoy the hair pulling a bit too much.

You'd started lactating recently, and your big brother has been absolutely relentless about "encouraging milk production for the baby" as he put it. You're fairly certain he's bullshitting and just wants you to breastfeed him daily until your planned delivery date. He may be greedy, but he's not entirely unreasonable. He knows your child will need the milk soon enough... He just isn't ready to give it up yet. You'd heard him whining to your mother about how much he hopes that your kid will leave some milk for him, too. Your darling mother helpfully told Kylar that it's possible to induce lactation at any point if it has already happened before, so he'll be able to drink your milk even once you stop giving birth to his children. To say he was elated is an understatement.

As much as you're willing to indulge your pervert of a brother, your pregnant body isn't quite willing to cooperate. You've been, for the most part, spared the constant throwing up. That doesn't mean you don't get back pains and your feet don't swell so much you can't put on your shoes. Kylar doesn't see that last one as a bad thing since it means you are mostly confined to the house where he can watch over you and dote on his pretty little sister. But the back pains are definitely not something you can ignore. So you whine and complain until he finally pops your nipple out of his mouth with the expression of a kicked puppy and helps you lie down.

Seeing how sad he is about not being able to keep you in his lap, you decide to humor him and ask for various adjustments to make you more comfortable. You suspect he gets off on seeing you so helpless and being the one to take care of you while you're carrying his child. He'd popped more than one boner just from watching you waddle into the kitchen for a snack to satisfy your cravings. Of course, being the good sister that you are, you'd taken care of his erection every single time. Pregnant or not, he still needs your body more than he needs food and water.

Well, being pampered doesn't feel so bad. And your parents are supportive too! Your mother made sure that the nursery was absolutely perfect before you even entered your second trimester, and your father ended up building more than just the crib for it. He became genuinely interested in woodworking! Just recently, he'd built you a rocking chair that will most certainly come in handy when the baby is finally born. Your entire family honestly can't wait to actually meet your child. It was agreed that you wouldn't ask about the gender during your check-ups and consultations. There's some charm in only finding out whether it's a boy or a girl on the day you give birth, according to Kylar and your parents. The nursery is gender-neutral anyway since you most certainly will not stop at one child, and the baby name list your mother had compiled is so thorough you'd enter menopause before you actually used up every name on it.

You're blessed with a relatively short labor and easy delivery that happens right around your due date. Kylar weeps the entire time. So loud and hard, in fact, that the nurses give him some kind of tranquilizer to shut him up and let the delivery happen without his wails in the background. He still sobs when he's told he is now a father of a healthy baby girl, even with the medication still calming him. You're used to your big brother falling to his knees in front of you. He does that all the time, really. But that teary-eyed, revent expression on his face is not one you're used to. He kisses your forehead and gently takes your daughter into his arms, then immediately crumbles into another fit of crying. Frankly, he cries a lot during the first week. He's just so happy! He's a dad now! Seeing you nurse his child somehow doesn't make him jealous and greedy for your affection, it makes him want to crawl on the ground at your feet and worship you like a goddess. You'd actually brought a new life into this world, and he played a role in it! He's the proudest you've ever seen him.

And also the horniest. He starts with eating your pussy daily while you heal, but as soon as you're finished, he's fucking you raw. Your mom and dad are elated to be grandparents and happily take care of your daughter to give you two a break. Kylar uses the free time you two get to fuck his seed into you again and again. It's not uncommon for you to walk around with cum dripping down your thighs because he is absolutely relentless. Your tits hurt and leak because of how much milk you're producing which leads to him often making you nurse him while he stuffs you full of his cock. He fucks you everywhere and anywhere he can get away with, whining into your ear about how much he wants to get you pregnant again. Maybe you'll give him a son this time. Or another daughter. He'd be happy with either. Just get pregnant for him again, please. When he isn't busy pumping your womb full of his cum, he's talking to your parents about how much he loves you and your daughter, and how much wants to have a big family with you. Your parents offhandedly mention the possibility of twins or triplets one evening and it results in an absolute marathon where your big brother begs you to get pregnant while he fucks both you and himself into overstimulation.

You take a pregnancy test less than two months after you've given birth. Positive. Kylar is on his knees again, crying and hugging you while kissing your belly. Your parents are already planning a trip for more baby clothes. You distantly wonder just how many times you'll get knocked up by your big brother in the coming years. But the sheer happiness of your family makes you abandon the thought and embrace the elated glow you feel. Didn't you read somewhere that children who grow up with siblings are often more well-adjusted socially? Maybe you should give your baby girl a few, just to be sure... The more the merrier, no?

#Dia's scribbles #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #dol kylar #kylar the loner #male kylar #yandere #yandere x reader #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol kylar x reader

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nackrosor · 2 years ago

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~Magic Hands~

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 '𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽' 𝓡𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝔁 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

warnings/tags: smut, massage, hurt/comfort, female receiving, v. fingering, soft Ghost, romantic tension, the room is packed with your mates so you have to keep quiet hehe

synopsis: in the aftermath of a rough mission, you find yourself unable to fall asleep due to muscle aches. Your Lieutenant offers to help you release the tension by giving you a massage, which escalates rather quickly.

word count: 4,1k.

[a/n: finally writing for my man Ghost and I'm quite proud of how this first story turned out. Now I'm curious to know what you think of it! Also, this wasn't beta-read so if there's any typo/grammatical error, let me know. Alright, enjoyyyyy 🌶️✨💀]

"You can't sleep?"

Ghost's deep hushed voice coming from somewhere behind you makes you turn in your bedroll. The room is nearly pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight streaming in through the half-closed window, yet providing enough light to make your close surroundings visible. Therefore, when you turn around, you can see Ghost sitting on the floor a few feet away from you, his back to the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest and legs stretched straight in front of him. The thin dark gray t-shirt, paired with the intense chiaroscuro that imbues the room, highlights the outline of his massive biceps. Your eyes linger on his arms before they meet his, which twinkle slightly as they capture the moonshine.

"You neither?"

He hums in response.

A weary sigh escapes you as you sprawl on your back, hand flying to the nape of your neck, where the muscles tug and burn. You feel like a wreck. You knew today’s operation would have been rough, even more than the last ones and you were prepared for it, you had trained so hard for months. You've risked your own skin multiple times during the offensive, although in the end you got away with only a scratch or two; nothing major. You were still high on adrenaline as you made it back to the base camp -a dilapidated temporary facility in the middle of a thick forest- and you were even rather impressed of yourself for having handled it all so well… until fatigue came crushing on you like a double-decker bus, almost knocking you to your knees and you felt the magnitude of the efforts made in all its gravity. You tried to mask it as you dined with your brothers in arms, a scarce sorry meal that didn’t even quench a third of your appetite, then instantly dragged your 200 pounds heavier than normal legs to the storage room adapted for sleeping and flopped down on your bed roll. You thought the ache would pass, that you only needed to lie down and let your limbs rest but it has already been three or four hours since then and you haven’t been able to close your eyes not even once.

"Everything aches so much. I might have strained a muscle or something. Possibly all of them."

Ghost hums again in understanding. A moment of silence follows; silence only interrupted by the rhythmic snoring of your mates, laying in their bedrolls all around you in the tiny room.

"Come here."

Your head snaps up.

"Uh?"

"You heard me. We need to do something about those sore muscles. Can't allow them to get in the way of the mission tomorrow."

You look questioningly at him, eyes roaming over his masked face, as if expecting to be able to read his intentions. What can he do for you? The same as he can do for himself, which is pretty much nothing; he’ll give you a pat on the back and tell you to suck it up. If only there was a medic in the facility, you could have asked for an injection to ease the tension in your body but alas, you're on your own down here, equipped with no instant medication other than a pack of analgesics reserved for battle and a pain drug; but there's no way you'd take one on a night before a mission and risk waking up as a zombie in the morning.

You’d have to wait for a proper medical treatment when you’re out of this hell, assuming you’re still in one piece by then.

“We don’t have all night, Sergeant.”

Ugh, using your title, of course. It can only mean the Lieutenant won’t accept a refusal from you. And who are you to refuse anyway? Just a lower soldier in pain; nothing special about you.

Even though you are still perplexed about his intentions, you scoot toward him, crawling silently so as to not wake up the others. Fortunately you don’t have to step on someone’s lying body to reach your superior.

He spreads his legs to give you room to get closer and you swallow the thrill that inflames your body at the sight of that big hunk of a man welcoming you in his lap. This is not the time to give in to such fantasies. Nor there will ever be. Hard truth.

Ghost’s fingers masterly find the waistband of your cargo trousers and tug at it to make you slide closer.

"Turn around."

His commanding voice compels you to do as he says without question. There's no room for hesitation when he employs that tone; you must obey his directives, whether you're on the field on a mission or killing time at the HQ. Nobody can stand up to it, least of all you.

You’re barely able to suppress a gasp when you feel his huge hands take hold of your hips and settle you between his thighs, your back colliding with his firm chest. You can't, however, physically stop the shiver that runs down your spine as his palms climb up your sides, sliding upward over your back, causing you to bend slightly forward as he reaches your shoulders. There, he begins to knead your muscles carefully, knowing where to apply more pressure and where to let the tip of his fingers do most of the work.

You’re too stunned to speak. Never in a million years you would have guessed this is what he had in mind to do to help you. Ghost, your Lieutenant, has his hands on you, in a room full of fellow soldiers, in the middle of the night while you are on duty. What crazy-ass dream is this?

"Ghost-," you shudder, his hands working on a particularly sore spot, "a m-massage, seriously?"

“What?”

“They only make things worse-”

While having Ghost do it is a whole new experience for you, you've received your fair share of massages, both throughout your years of training and after you became a special agent and they never seemed to work on you. They always left you in more pain than you were in before. You could have blamed it on the medic if only you hadn’t changed so many during the past years; they couldn't all have been incompetent, could they?

"You never got one from me, innit? They don't call me magic hands for nothing."

You frown, throwing him a sideway glance over your shoulder.

"Nobody calls you that."

You hear him huff and your head is forced back to face straight by a firm nudge.

As strange and unexpected as it may seem, you must admit that his hands are truly doing Lord’s work against your shoulders, easing your tensed muscles and relieving some pain, so much so that you find yourself closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"See? Just relax."

His hands scoot lower, sliding down your back and sides, resting just above your bum. The warmth of his palms rubbing that sore area in circular motions sends more shivers up your spine. In his ascent back up, he pays attention to the tensed muscles of your arms, thumbs kneading deep into them and then finally, he goes back to your neck. Your breath catches at the feeling of his strong hands wrapping around it. His firm touch appears to arouse something primal within you. You can feel heat pooling in your core right away.

"Fucking hell. Your neck is rock hard."

He increases the pressure, rubbing the skin and working on the knots. His thumbs slide up and down your larynx, matching the movement of his other fingers on the nape. Your head bends backward on its own, landing on his chest.

Ghost hums again, appreciatively.

"You liking it?"

"Y-yes, sir-"

His chest shakes softly against your back, a light rumble coming from his throat.

"Good girl."

You bite back a gasp. Those hushed words only add to the growing ache between your legs. The massage is clearly starting to turn you on and you feel… conflicted. You know you shouldn’t let his skillful touch, nor his raspy voice whispering so close to your ear or the warmth of his chest pressed against your back affect you so much. However, you are basically caged in his lap, how are you supposed to not let that cloud your judgment? To not allow your fantasies to run wild in your head? Yes, you’re strong, but… not that strong. You can’t possibly stop your body from reacting so naturally to all of these overwhelming sensations. Especially when you’re so touch-starved, and having Ghost being the one to indulge your craving doesn’t help in the slightest.

" Mh, you're tensing up again."

Ghost swiftly resumes working on your back, placing the palm of each hand on either side of your spine and working his way up, keeping his hands parallel to one another. When he reaches the top of your back, he fans his hands outwards across the shoulders, as if outlining the top of a heart. Using a kneading motion, he returns to the lower of your back to work the large muscles on either side of your spine then presses his fingertips firmly into your flesh before quickly releasing as he works his way up. The constant pressing and releasing sends your spine tingling and you fail to hold back a moan.

“Yes. Don’t fight it.”

If only he knew what you were actually fighting against. How can the tension leave your body if his touch and his closeness and his voice are all working so hard together to make you tense up all the more?

You feel his hands close into fists and his knuckles start to rub gently but firmly across the tops of your shoulders and then glide down your biceps, the inner part of your arms, the side of your chest...

Inadvertently, your body jerks at the new sensation, and his hand accidentally brushes up against your breast, fingers knocking into the slight bulge in your top caused by your aroused nipple. You stifle the moan that erupts from your throat by biting your bottom lip hard, your body stiffening instantaneously.

Silence falls into the room, coating it in tension; your mates are not even snoring anymore. You don’t dare to move a muscle, you can barely keep your ragged breathing under control.

Has he noticed? Does he realize what has just happened? It’s so dark in here and it all happened so quickly, he may have no idea what he has just touched, he may have not caught the lewd sound that came out of your mouth, either. Your body has tensed so much, however, that your reaction must have caught his attention. Any doubt goes out the window when you feel his hands retract and his body shift uncomfortably behind you.

Well, fuck it . You just had to make it awkward, didn’t you? For both of you! How embarrassing. He will look at you and treat you differently from now on, you know it already. You're soldiers, for god’s sake! You're professionals! And he’s your superior! These things shouldn’t happen! They should stay out of work. And to think that you've managed to get this far, despite Ghost's strong magnetic pull on you since the first time you saw him... You’ve hidden your emotions so well for months. But unfortunately, no matter how hard you try and succeed at hiding it, you can’t really control your body and how it reacts to his presence, touch, or gaze. This was bound to happen sooner or later, as much as you prayed it wouldn’t. Besides, how could you have even imagined you would find yourself in such a crazy situation at one point? Working with him every day, getting very physical on the field and still keeping your emotions at bay was already enough to drive you insane. There was no way you could have handled this and came out victorious.

But perhaps you could still salvage this somehow, or at the very least escape the horrible truth-spilling conversation that awaits you. Yes, it is possible. You simply need to get the hell away from Ghost, crawl back to your bedroll, attempt to sleep it off, and put the burden aside to deal with it another day. Easier said than done.

Your hands fumble around you, hoping to meet the cold tiles of the floor -rather than those god-like legs stretched at either side of you- and you bend forward in an attempt to hoist yourself up.

“A-alright, this has been nice-”

A steel-strong arm snakes around your middle and forcefully pulls you back. You gasp as your spine collides with his chest once more.

Now that you're pressed up against him, even closer than you were before, you can feel his bulge against your lower back and your mouth goes dry.

"Ghost-", your voice comes out in a loud, unsteady squick and he instantly hushes you, tightening the grip around your waist.

You feel his hot breath caress your ear even through the balaclava. “We’re not done here, yet.”

His hands start to travel up and down your body once again, bolder this time, skimming over areas he hasn't touched before. The hand wrapped around your middle slips under your tank top, fondling the smooth flesh at your side as it raises, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, until it reaches the upper area of your stomach. There, his fingertips tease the lower curve of your breast from above the fabric of your sports bra. Your breath catches again but you don't dare to move. He holds his palm there for a long minute.

Is he testing you? Is he messing with you? Is he silently asking for permission to move forward? The affirmative guttural sound that rewards you as you finally throw your morals out the window and boldly place your hand over his and tug it upwards, sweeps away any doubt. His big hand instantly covers your whole breast, groping it gently at first then squeezing it decisively. His other hand comes to match the motion as they both slide inside the cups and fondle your soft sensitive flesh before turning the focus onto your erect nipples, causing you to arch your back forward and shiver.

“Is this-”, your voice catches in your throat as his fingers pinch your nipples hard, lips squeezing together to muffle a groan, “-why they call you magic hands ?”

You feel a light chuckle rumble in his chest and against your back.

“You catch up real quick, Sergeant…”, he whispers in your ear in that gravelly voice that makes you squirm, “...but you don’t know the half of it.” And as if on cue, one of his hands sneaks out of your tank top and slides down your stomach, skimming over the inseam of your pants and resting on your crotch, causing a warmth to spread from deep within your stomach. Two fingers push against your core, suggestively and your heart races. Your breaths are ragged in anticipation.

“Bet you’re desperate to find out, innit?”

You don’t even realize you’re nodding in response until you feel him huff a laugh through his nose, blowing cool air right next to your ear.

"Curiosity killed the cat, didn't you hear?"

His palm rubs against your crotch up and down a few times before giving it a firm squeeze.

You suck in air through your teeth and your hand lands on his thigh at your side, fingers dipping in his firm muscle.

" Please -"

You're not sure what you're even begging him for, your mind dazed with desire, and all you can focus on is the heady sensation of having his warm palm rest so close to your aching cunt but still denying you the touch you desperately crave for.

Ghost doesn't need you to say anything, he clearly knows what you're pleading for and he makes quick work of unzipping your pants before sliding his hand inside. His eager fingers meet your panties which are, unsurprisingly, already soaked; a small detail that he seems to appreciate greatly. He runs his digits over the wet patch on the fabric, eliciting a loud moan from you.

An abrupt stirring sound freezes you and your head snaps up, heart jumping in your throat, while your eyes dart across the room expecting to meet the shocked expression of one of your brothers. The thought of having been spotted however doesn't seem to stop Ghost from pushing his fingers beneath the damp fabric of your undies. You don't have time to still the violent beating of your heart as he begins to circle his way through your folds, instantly drawing back your whole attention. A harsh whine crawls up your throat when the pad of his finger meets your clitoris and his free hand immediately moves to cover your mouth. His clad lips suddenly draw close to your ear, skin tingling at the contact.

"You don't want to wake up the boys, do you, kitten?"

You shake your head profusely and he hums softly.

"Thought so."

You suppress the cries of pleasure that he provokes by rubbing his fingers up and down over your slit in a slow intoxicating way, your hips shaking with each swipe. He presses his forearm against your stomach to hold your body still, squeezing you closer to him as a result.

You wince as you hear it; the wet sound of your desire seems to be the only noise in the otherwise silent room and it only grows louder when Ghost teases your entrance, rubbing his pads around it before easily pushing two fingers inside. You screw your eyes shut and throw your head back against his chest. As he thrusts inside you in a steady rhythm, he presses his palm on your most sensitive part, and drags his hand in a firm circle against it. The feeling is dizzying and it sends lightning jolting through you.

Ghost's hand leaves your mouth to grab your inner thigh and push it over his adjacent knee, spreading your legs wide apart to gain better access to your core and thus shove his fingers deeper inside you. In fact, his next thrust perfectly hits that sacred spot buried deep between your walls and you grasp a fist of his t-shirt and pull it against your lips to muffle your whimpers, while your other hand tugs firmly at his tensed arm lying on your stomach.

You are close, so close. You can feel the heat in your gut begin to bubble and spread, scorching and hair-raising, to the rest of your quivering body. Ghost too seems to notice by the way you tuck into him and clutch at his arm as if it’s the only thing keeping you grounded, your safe anchor. His fingers grab your chin and angle your head so that your eyes meet.

His eyes… his big eyes. The only visible part of his face, the only part you are allowed to lay your gaze on and let it linger. And oh, how beautiful they are. Especially now, glinting with moonshine and looking down at you with a special twinkle which you can’t quite decipher but that makes your heart swell.

You prompt yourself up in a daze, just enough to cup his cheek and pull him down to meet you in a quite unorthodox kiss. You press your lips desperately to his mask, just above his own and you feel them twitch at the contact, responding to the kiss only a moment later.

You stay like that while his hand still works against you, faster and sloppier but hitting you perfectly with each push. You keep your lips glued to his as the coiling pleasure in your belly finally snaps, a heady wave of pleasure washes over you and makes your body jerk uncontrollably. Your cries are muffled by the fabric of his mask, even more so when his hand cups the back of your neck and presses you harder against him. He continues to slowly dip his fingers inside your fluttering walls then litter your small bundle of nerves with a few more soft teasing caresses all the while subsiding your spasms with his strong embrace.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, your chest heaving hard, heart still racing and legs still shaking when his hand slips out of your pants and you pull back. You let your head rest on his chest as you take a deep long breath. Almost instantly a subdued ruffle of fabrics strikes your ear and you can feel a cool breath blowing on your neck before a pair of soft damp lips meet your boiling skin. You bite your lips at the shiver-inducing sensation; it feels like a vital secret shared in utmost confidence and you don’t dare break the touching moment until his lips retreat and the mask is safely put back on. Only then you chance a look up through a heavy-lidded gaze and you meet his beautiful eyes again, which in turn watch your reactions with a hazy, adoring gaze. All is forgotten; the packed room, the initial conflict you felt, the aching muscles… The only thing you can focus on is the tingling sensation abandoning your body, leaving the way to the heartening warmth of his embrace and gaze.

“Ghost-”

“Simon.”

You gulp, nodding feebly as you reverently search his eyes.

“Simon…”

Saying his name feels strange but also… meaningful. Like uttering a magic word or being handed the sole key that unlocks the armored door that keeps the treasure safe; treasure so priceless and vulnerable that only a few trusted people are allowed to take a glimpse at it.

“I’m-” you fail to find the words, mind dazed and heart hammering in your chest, “that was…”

“Kitten got more than she bargained for.”

You catch an amused hint in his voice and even if you can’t see it, you’re certain there is a smile tugging at his lips, for the corner of his eyes curl up slightly.

“I take it the massage didn't make things worse after all?”

"Well…", you shift in his embrace, turning to face him with a sheepish grin, "that was some effective massage, alright."

You prompt yourself up and reading your intentions he closes his legs to let you settle on his lap, your knees resting on either side of his hips. His eyes never leave yours as you lean up, arms latching around his neck.

"Nothing aches anymore thanks to you…", you grind your hips slowly down against his, relishing in the sound of his heavy breathing picking up, "...but maybe it's you now who is in need of a release ?" You bite your lip at the rousing feeling of his throbbing bulge rubbing against your still sensitive center, as well as at the rare thrilling satisfaction of seeing him crane his head slightly up to look at you.

His hands descend on your hips, fingers almost painfully gripping the flesh, causing you to groan.

"I wouldn't mind it one bit kitten, believe me…", his lust-clouded eyes rake over your body. You see him swallow hard as he glances down where your hips meet and a long breath escapes his lips. His gaze then trails back up, savoring every inch of you, until it finally locks with yours once again. "But you should hit the sack now."

Disappointment shows plainly on your face.

"But-"

"Besides, I'm on second watch tonight."

"T-That’s good! I can sneak out to keep you company. I'm not sleepy! Even less now than before. We can-"

" Negative .” His tone is peremptory and it shuts you up at once. “And don’t fret. You’ll be asleep before your head hits the mat.”

" But -"

His hands slide up your sides and squeeze your waist, pulling you down to sit on his thighs and hold you at eye level.

"We're taking a rain check, Sergeant."

The title again. His words are final, then.

A huge sigh escapes you and you nod at last. Reluctantly, you climb out of his lap, his hands following your every movement to support you. Before you stand on your feet and turn around, you chance one last look at him. Your heart swells as you meet once more his big beautiful eyes which look at you so gently, so wistfully… you think you can catch the promise behind them.

"Don't you dare die tomorrow, Simon."

The corners of his eyes curl up again.

"Surely not on your watch, Kitten."