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Use Me (Kinktober Fic)

Succubus Reader x Various JJK Men

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Eight.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

Nanami's gaze hardened, "Oh, it's you."

"No, it's me."

"N-no I mean it's you! Not Yu-"

"Pfft hahah!" You began to laugh making the blonde madly blush.

"Stop laughing!" He huffed in embarrassment.

"Oh relax Nanami~" You moved much too quickly for him to catch you. Before he even blinked you were standing behind him shutting the door. "I don't bite."

Nanami jolted around in surprise, to him you disappeared and reappeared behind him closing him in. He took a swift step away from you. “Who has been feeding you?” He questioned nervously but you ignored it.

"Unless you want me to~" You walk forward as he backs up.

"Stay back." He hissed as he bumped into the desk.

"Oh...I forgot. Biting was more Sukuna's thing... what does my nana bear like..." You grinned as you manipulated the environment. Haibara's room changed into a classroom. You were no longer wearing your original outfit but now you wore a cutesy school uniform with a white blouse and short plaid skirt. Glasses upon your face and a handful of notebooks to add to the aesthetic. "This... this is what you like."

"Ngh-" Nanami released a shaky breath as you crowd him against the desk.

"S-senpai, can you help me with this problem please?" You questioned innocently, squishing your breasts with your books. A hint of cleavage peaking out just enough to drag his gaze.

However, the blonde was stubborn. He quickly looked away, “That’s enough you’ve had plenty to eat.”

Your lips form a pout, but then you notice the bulge in the male’s costume. A little grin touched your lips but you quickly put on your cute girl act. “Senpai…what’s this?” You poke at him with a light touch.

He gulped harshly, hips lifting on their own accord. “N-Nothing-“

“Is this a pencil?” You cupped him as he let out a groan. “Or a biiig eraser?”

“St-mmm” He was about to say stop but as you rubbed him up and down not even he could utter such a word because he didn’t want you to stop.

“What’s wrong senpai?” You grip him tight, the teasing making him heat up from face to feet.

Nanami clenched his teeth, snatching your hand away as he held it in the air. “You are a dirty pet.” He glared at you in anger but then he turned you around and slammed you against the desk, your things flying everywhere as they scattered on the ground.

“Oh! Senpai!” You gasp feeling him press his hard cock to your panties. Your hips moved trying to get more friction but then he pulled back.

“Listen here. I feed you and you will leave Haibara alone.”

“You have to cum in me. You could feed me with a kiss and just leave me unsatisfied.”

Nanami snatched your cotton barrier aside.

“Then you will leave him alone.”

“For the rest of the night.”

Nanami let out a low growl but then nodded, “Deal.”

“De-ah~!” You let out a cry as the blonde thrust inside your ass with one powerful thrust. You don’t even think he realized what hole he went into. You think he was just fucking you just to fuck you. Like it was a chore.

Nanami used to be gentle and kind- he used to take his time with you but not anymore. He fucked you like he hated you. Grip around your hips bruising, ass slapping against him at a harsh pace. You didn’t know such a gentleman could be so ruthless. You could barely keep your glasses on.

You didn’t mind, it all felt amazing to you.

You let out a drawled outcry, “Senpai~ Th-that hurts~! Please slow down~” You cried playing the part of an innocent schoolgirl. “B-be gentle! I’m sorry~”

Nanami knew you weren't in pain, you were just toying with him. He hated how you were able to get under his skin. He just wanted to get this over with so you could leave Haibara alone. He grabbed your hair and pulled you back at an arch, drilling himself into you with a brutal pace.

You whined but your eyes rolled.

“Hey!”

You and Nanami paused as Haibara popped up from under the desk.

“Y-Yu?” Nanami questioned in surprise as the boy looked at him annoyed.

“Be more gentle!” Yu hissed at him and then looked at you with soft eyes. “You okay?” He questioned cupping your cheek and wiping some of your fake tears away.

Nanami growled, “She’s not in pain! The others have done more diabolical things to this here pet and she still drools so lewdly.”

“Y-yu~” a sniffle racked your body as you nuzzled into his hand.

“It’s okay baby I got you.” Haibara leaned down to kiss you, the two of you sharing a more than passionate moment while Nanami was left flabbergasted.

“Yu…Nanami made me make a deal so I would have to leave you alone if he cums in me…”

“What!?” Yu looked surprised. “Nanami what the hell-“

Nanami returned to his earlier attempts to cum so you would keep your end of the bargain. “Yu Don’t let her manipulate you!”

“Kento! I don’t need you to protect me!” He angled your leg up as he pulled his costume down. “Scoot over!”

The blonde blocked your pussy with his hand before his cock could enter you, but then he felt your tail wrap around his wrist and pull it back.

“Dammit-“ Nanami hissed for two reasons. First, because he couldn’t stop Yu, and second because you became incredibly tight as his friend began to push into your cunt.

“Oh-“ “Ah~” All three of you moaned as Yu bullied his way inside you.

“Damn- You- I can’t get over how amazing you feel…” Yu sighed while kissing you deeply.

Nanami wasn’t going to let you drain him, all he had to do was cum. The blonde moved in and out of you, the tightness of your ass making it easier to reach his high.

Haibara noticed what he was doing, “Aye! Stop Nana-“ He was about to commend the blonde but then you put a finger to his lips.

“Don’t worry about him, focus on me…” You whispered sweetly, clouding his vision of Nanami so all he saw was you. Haiabra liked it when he had you to himself. So you gave that to him. Made him see just you and him in his room as he slowly rocked into you and kissed you sweetly.

Nanami however saw both of you, and he hated it. Hated how Haibara looked at you like a love-sick puppy. He was too deep in your clutches. He had to save him. The blonde felt the snap within him as he orgasmed- but for some reason, he didn’t cum. It felt like something wrapped around his dick and choked it closed. His peaked right there but he couldn’t burst. He let out a loud shout as he trembled in painful pleasure.

You looked over your shoulder with a wicked grin, Yu kissing your neck.

‘What’s wrong Nanami?’ Your voice echoed in his mind.

“Ngh- you…. you dirty pet…ah- …” He was frozen in his orgasm denial unable to do anything but moan and groan. He didn’t even want to move, his cock so sensitive and ready to burst but he couldn’t. Every movement from Yu had you tightening around him making his situation worse. “St-stop Yu-“ He gasped reaching for the other sorcerer but chains wrapped around him keeping him in place.

He was stuck, watching as Haibara made love to you. Your tongues tangling and your bodies rolling against each other.

Nanami let out a little whimper, feeling his mind turn to mush. “Pl-please…please let me…pet…” He cried, resting his sweaty forehead upon you.

You decided to show him a little mercy. Running your fingers into Yu’s hair you panted and moaned with him, “Cum inside me Yu~ Please~”

“Cum with me…cum with me…” He panted rocking into you quicker.

You both gasped, coming undone with one another. Yet you still didn’t allow Nanami to cum just yet. You knew when you did you wouldn’t be able to touch Yu anymore and that seriously hurt. However, you knew after this he wouldn’t be able to touch you anyway.

Yu almost fell over but he caught himself against his desk. His eyes were barely open as he went back in to kiss you some more, but you had to push him away, seeing as he could hardly stand.

“One…one more kiss…please…”

You smiled sadly as you shook your head, “I-I can’t I'm so sorry Yu…”

The boy looked pained as he sagged to the floor, “I understand…it’s okay…give me a moment…”

You heard a low groan behind you, you had almost forgotten about your blonde. You release his cock as he finally lets out a long groan of pleasure, cumming inside you. He came so much his eyes rolled and then he too was slipping out of you, falling backward onto the floor.

You knew he would be fine but you got down to look at Haibara. He was looking a bit pale.

“Yu…?” You questioned. “Yu are you okay?”

“Mm…” He mumbled softly, eyes closing. “Love…you…”

Your eyes widen. He just said he loved you…”I-I love you too Yu.”

He fought to open his eyes, a smile on his lips as he reached for you but you quickly moved back. He seemed to pout, “I…I can’t even touch you…”

“No…” You hated seeing how sad that made him.

“J-just give me a moment….” He whispered.

You knew that was a very bad idea. So instead you command him. ‘Go to sleep.’

His body drooped as he slid to the floor, instantly falling asleep. You reached for him wanting to put him on the bed but then you stopped. Getting up you made your way out of the room, leaning over Nanami who was on the floor. “Hey put him in bed when you get up okay?”

The blonde said nothing, he too was zoned out but not as bad as Yu.

“Cool.” You pop your lips knowing he was mad at you for tricking him but he will be alright. You began to walk out when Nanami decided to speak.

“You’re going to kill him…”

You frowned deeply, “No I won’t…”

“I don’t think you will do it on purpose… but if you actually love him you would leave him alone.”

“I do love him.”

Nanami snorted, “Do you even have that emotion… succubus?”

You felt something painful in your chest. It hurt. You didn’t like what Nanami was saying. You may not know what love is but you feel that Yu would be the closest thing to it that you’d ever have.

“You love him like a human would love a pet pig...”

“Shut up!” You growl stomping out of the room in anger. Whipping your hand back you shut the door loudly with a gust of wind. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to you like that? You were so angry by his words, but most importantly you were angry with that aching hurt in your heart. It didn’t feel very good. You wouldn’t kill Yu, you were very careful! The sudden idea of Haibara dying at your hands made you hurt. This type of pain was nothing that you had felt before. It almost felt akin to when you were denied food, but possibly a lot lot worse. Like you were starving. But you ate quite a bit so why were you hurting?

~

“I-I can’t believe I lost again!”

“That’s because you are trash.”

“WHO YOU CALLIN TRASH!?”

Choso chuckled as he beat his friend in another round of Street Fighter.

“Let’s go again!”

“Yo pass the controller it’s my turn!”

“No, it’s my turn!”

“Give me another go! Best two out of three!”

The champion sat back with his foot on the coffee table, lighting up his bowl as his friends fought over who would be defeated next.

*Ding*

The sound of your bell caught his attention as he looked up to find you crawling into the game room. The hazy blue light made your expression look strange. For a second you looked sad. Your head was down so he could barely see it as you crawled inside.

“Oh…” Everyone else got quiet watching you get to Choso and then lean your head on his knee.

“Is that the pet we’ve been hearing so much about?”

Choso waved them off, “You should be worried about whose ass I’m gonna kick next.”

That reignited the fire as they all began to yell at each other again.

Choso looked down and scratched your head a bit but you didn’t look up at him. Was this your tactic to make him feel bad about feeding you?

“Hey?” He tapped your cheek as you rolled your head to look up at him, your eyes looked a bit distant.

“You okay?” He questioned.

You gave him a little nod before rolling back.

That was weird.

What’s wrong with his little pet?

Has no one fed you?

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Nine.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

(Coming Soon)

[soft-persephone]

I Will Be Your End pt. 1

Vampire!Fontaine x Vampire!Black!Reader x Vampire!Abel Morales // John Boyega x Black!Reader x Oscar Isaac

Explicit // WC: 9.5k // warnings: blood, descriptions of corpses, mild body mutilation, death, violence, mild abuse, horror, smut // masterlist // Part 2 //

music: Good People / by Majid Jordan

AN: Biggest shoutout to @megamindsecretlair her Vampire Tyrone fics have required my brain chemistry and changed my life! She is the biggest inspiration behind this fic so if you even slightly enjoy this one, go check out theirs! It’s truly beautiful!

Apparently it’s too long to make into one fic, so I will wait until next week to post pt2

I hope you enjoy!!

-

Where the fuck she at?”

Fontaine threw a chair and Yo-yo ducked, it smattered into pieces upon impact. Not satisfied, he flipped the coffee table and attempted to kick a hole in the couch, but she stopped that shit quick.

“Taine, Nock it the fuck off! I know you mad and all, but we still live here, and we ain’t got nowhere else to go!”

His breaths were rabid and heavy. His eyes glowing hard.

“Where. The fuck. Is. She?” He huffed.

Yo-yo licked her lips.

“It’s bad, real bad. You need to get to her fast,” he opened his mouth, probably to ask her the same fucking question again, but she stopped him with a raised hand, daring him to say something, “I tracked her like you told me, but she’s smart.. real smart.”

“That ain’t nothing we don’t already know. Yo-—“

“—interrupt me one more time.”

He sighed, shaking his head before sitting.

Good, God… finally.

“So boom!” She smacked her fist unity the palm of her other hand. “She only stops to feed in small towns, usually a racist or someone who tried to put his hands on her or other woman, all untraceable to the cops n’ shit.”

His face goes blank. The attitude he once had gone. She cohdi feel the power radiating off of him in waves.

He’s putting the pieces together.

“She’s in New York.” Her lips formed into a line, waiting for his response.

“How many body’s?”

“It’s more than 50.”

Fuck.

Tyrone knew she’d be pissed with him for the first few years, but not like this.

He didn’t think she’d actually run away from him.

He looked at the antique book he brought you.

What is was about, he didn’t have fucking clue. This was a book published before summaries on the back were a thing. It was so old it barely had a title.

You loved reading, like Yo-yo, and history and shit.

It was the perfect gift.

But now.. he might not even get the chance to give it to you.

“Call Slick.”

-

“Are you alright little one?” A voice from somewhere asked you.

It was so rich. He kept talking and talking.

You hummed.

He should talk more.

You could barely feel the blood covering your body. The fresh dark flood of it was dripping from your mouth. Falling down a similar path as the last stickier dried up drops.

You looked up and saw his glowing eyes.

They were golden, but not like the harsh metallic gold that matched Fintaine’s grills. They were an old gold like the moon. An old golden hued moon that connected every ancient moment to the present. Witnessing the tragedy that had befallen what used to be her life that had now become the eternal damnation she didn’t deserve…. That she didn’t ask for.

You might hate Fontaine and what he did to you, but you weren’t stupid.

Vampires don’t pop up out of nowhere and for no reason.

Fear clings to you, but you fight it back down your throat, swallowing it before licking your lips.

“I’m.. I'm sorry,” you started. Your voice sounded foreign to you. It was hoarse, croaky, and broken, “I don’t know all the rules to everything. I won’t make any trouble.” Your heart sank, “I just needed to rest for a moment. I can le—“

“Nonsense.” He doesn’t raise his voice or yell. It was just as rich and calm as the first time you heard it. You lick your lips once more. “What makes you think I want you to leave?”

His mouth wasn’t moving…

“Maybe I saw someone in distress and wanted to help.” He was smiling now. It was poised and polite.

If you didn’t know any better, right now felt like meeting a person on any other day. Like taking a stroll on a random day, in the daylight. Just like you used to.

You’d be walking towards campus for class only to bump into a handsome mysterious stranger, he’d be nice and help you up. Insisting he won’t leave until he knows you're alright. He takes you to lunch.

Leading you to no longer care how late you would be to class, just wishing the day won’t end, so your new found stranger wouldn’t leave you.

Were you in distress?

You won’t play the fool and deny it. But you didn’t like the sound of it either. You didn’t know this stranger. Only his voice in your head and his old eyes.

What do you do now?

Barely blinking, he was closer to you.

You registered the fact that you were sitting on the ground. Your legs curled up, bending at the knee and strown casually to your side. A body strown on the opposite side of you. Brutally mutilated beyond recognition, his chest split in the center, his flesh and guts spilling out like a wild animal taken down by a predator.

He kneeled behind you, holding your back to his chest with one hand as he caressed your cheek with the other.

“Did you do this?” He asked aloud, the breath of his voice falling softly on your forehead, tickling gently at your eyelashes.

His eyes were even prettier up close.

He was prettier than Fontaine.

You cursed whatever foreign power within you that led you to think of him, even now.

“No….” You answered, your voice still hoarse, “It was a werewolf.”

He pulled you tighter against him. Firmly, but gently holding your head to the side by a handful of your hair.

His mouth danced softly on the skin of your jaw to your neck. Worshiping the area with such devotion, it felt sinful. It felt wrong. It felt worse than the curse of being a monster forever.

His teeth sank into your flesh, filling you with as much bliss as he was taking, he wanted to be full of nothing but you. He wanted to consume you.

“Who do you belong to?” You heard his warm amber voice in your head.

“No one.” You silently answered back.

—

It’s been weeks, Slick.”

“I said I wasn’t no miracle worker,” Charles huffed. “I said, I’d see what I could do and as we seeing, it ain’t a whole lot.”

“Fontaine kicked his chair behind him as he stood up and Yo-yo stepped between him.

“Uh-uh, none of that! You remember what happened last time you killed a witch?” She hissed. “Your not putting me through that again, Nigga! I won’t let you!”

Fontaine smacked his teeth before turning around towards the window.

“You sure you can’t feel her?” He placed his hand under his shirt one more time before reaching out into the bond. He didn’t need to touch his chest in any way when reaching out to feel you in the bond that made you all a clan. It was more to calm himself down.

“Nothing.” Yo-yo sighed.

He had everyone in their clan reaching out in the bond daily to feel you, for someone to be able to either feel your emotions, dream about you, or see visions on where you were or what you might be doing.

And it was all failing.

Your connection was growing weaker to everyone everyday.

The only thing your bond was putting out was an insane amount of power. It could knock out weaker members into walls or send them flying if they touched it. For someone of your status, it shouldn’t be possible.

The only times vampires tell stories of fledglings growing insanely strong in a short amount of time was before they tried to overthrow clans from their masters, usurping the line before executing them in front of everyone.

What Fontaine did after he was turned…

“At least she stopped feeding everyday all the time.”

“But she’s been learning things.”

Fontaine’s eyebrows rose together in confusion.

“What you mean? How can you tell?”

“I don’t know.. I just can.” She shook her head with a heavy emotion everyone in the clan was starting to feel. “Something’s different about her. I felt this new person in the clan and I know you haven’t turned anyone since her.”

“She’s in the middle!” Slick slammed his hand on the table. “That’s why I say give me all the details! Every single time!” He shook his head. “ there wouldn’t been no need, to pull out my whole crystal ball and shit!”

“Will you quit whining!” Fontaine huffed, “and can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Yo-yo said she feels a new energy in the bond she can’t explain.” Slick fiddled with the hem of his sleeves, “that means she’s found someone else to pledge allegiance to.”

The air went cold.

Fontaine usually has a better grip on his influence and how it can affect the air around him, but when he was upset it came off fast and hard, filling up the room with fear and trepidation that only made it worse.

“No.” He shook his head. “That’s not it.”

“Fontaine, calm down. No one’s saying she betrayed you. We’re just weighing all the possibilities th—“

“I said, no.”

The intonation of his voice changed to something dark and layered with a power that made Yo-yo and slick unwilling still and stop talking.

“She would never.” Fontaine punched the wall.

“She would never drink another vampire's blood.”

—

Abel, cupped water into his hands and poured it over your shoulders, letting it cascade down your chest and your back. The water was scalding, but his hands were warmer.

His hands were gliding over your skin as if he were attempting to create you himself, or he was worshiping the expanse of your skin. Comiting every curve, bump, stretch mark, and stray mole into his memory. Basking at the feel of you and cherishing each millisecond in fear he wouldn't get another chance.

“What.. happened to me?” You asked, “every moment before now feels like a hazy fever or dream I can barely remember.”

“Bloodlust.”

“Bloodlust? I went on some crazy murder spree?!”

“No,” he smiled at your shock and you somewhat relaxed. Still not liking what had become of view, “you drank quite a large amount of blood in a short amount of time, and instinctively once you're in that state your body will only crave more and more in want of being more powerful.”

“I don’t wish to be more powerful. I don’t wish to be anything.”

Abel frowned at you, but ignored your statement.

You were a little disappointed, but you understood.

You didn’t have any friends to confide in anymore, no one to share your experience of existence with. You had no connection with anything anymore, human or creature, nothing else made you feel like more of a monster than that.

“How do you feel?”

“Better, I suppose.”

“No,” he tsked at you, “how do you feel?” His eyes flashed down at you, and you felt his energy quickly fill the room washing over you in a cocoon of warmth, rivaling the bath water.

You sighed.

There’s nothing more you hated then actively practicing and learning about what you now were.

At least, that’s how it was with Fontaine.

You reached deep within yourself. At your spirit or aura.. perhaps something deep within your mind until you felt this new magical essence that now lived within you.

It was bigger, louder.. but it still bore no color.

“I think I’m stronger in some way, but I still don’t know what color I’m supposed to see.”

“You are,” he gently grasped at your sides and lifted you up out of the water, immediately ushering you into a towel, “much stronger that is.” He patted your skin dry , before grabbing a glass jar with oil in it.

“Smell.” He lifted it to your nose.

“Hmmm.” It was a warm boozy vanilla with a hint of something spicy. “I like it.”

“Me too.”

The silence was comforting as you let him cover you with the oil and knead it into your skin.

You can’t remember the last time you had felt so at ease.

He gave you a white sweater that had to be one of his and wrapped you in a blanket as you laid on your side next to him.

He kept his hands to himself and you hated it.

You longed to curl up closer into him and let him absentmindedly play with the locs of your hair. Much longer now that they’ve grown since you’ve died. With plenty of time spent avoiding Fontaine in isolation from him and his goonies, you learned to retwist them yourself.

“How were you turned?” He looked at you with such somber eyes. They were brown just as Fontaine’s but they were much much warmer. Soft things they were, almost wet.

Was she such a sad site? Did he pity her that much?

Was she something to be pitied?

“I’m not sure. I woke up like this one morning in a random bed away from my home and my family.”

His face scrunched together, not just in confusion but sadness.

“No,” he paused, searching for the right words.”Did you consent?”

“What?” You were offended.

Who would ask for this? Only a psychopath would ask for something like this.

“No!” You both winced at how harsh you sounded.

“I did.” He gazed into the distance, looking more somber.

“Why?” You hope you didn’t sound as in disbelief and rude as you felt.

“My… my wife was turned by some random vampire, and once she finally put the pieces together and figured out what happened to her and by whom, she told me, and I asked her to turn me.”

“Oh.”

“Once she did,” he glared at the wall, …

“I had a vision. A plan for our future. . . our family,” he quickly smiled before his face fell into something dark you couldn’t describe. “Generational wealth.” He turned to you with an indescribably smile. His teeth flashed, charmingly so, but his eyes were something else that did not match, “but this. I couldn’t even imagine anything like this getting in my way. Our way.”

“What happened to her?”

“She.. passed.” He lifted his hand to brush your cheek. “She wanted to, and I didn’t hold it against her. We’d been alive for so long.”

“Why didn’t you. . . pass with her?”

“You ask so many questions.”

Had you been alive you swore your face would have burned.

You averted your gaze and focused on his hand on your face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s endearing,” he pulled you closer, nestling his head on top of yours. You now felt embarrassed for an entirely different reason. “It makes you seem so.. human.”

You sobbed.

“I didn’t ask for this. Any of it.”

“I know,” he placed his hand on the back of your head, suffocating you against his chest and you welcomed it. “I know.”

You will yourself to stop crying. You were done crying.

“I’m sorry this happened to you. When someone is turned it must be with consent. It’s a relationship built on trust. Without it, the bond between master and fledgling is painful for everyone involved

“I have no master!” You argued. “Fontaine.. doesn’t do that.”

“Then how does it work between him and everyone he’s turned.”

You sighed.

“I.. don’t really know. He and everyone in town was somehow turned by this old vampire and he compelled everyone to forget it and to be his slaves or test puppets or something,” you squeezed Abel’s back, holding him closer to you, burying your face drier into his chest, “Fontaine killed him even though he was begged not to, and somehow, they All lived and he was the new leader.”

Abel froze and you looked up at him.

“Is that bad?”

“N.. no.” He pursed his lips. “It’s just unheard of, impossible even.”

He pulled back from you for just a second, looking into your eyes. He moved his hand from your back to the temple of your forehead.

He was looking into your mind.

Fontaine used to try it all the time and you always forced him out somehow.

When he was done he held you even tighter than before. Staying silent.

You thought perhaps he was done talking and just wanted to spend time tucked against you, deciding to sleep and talk about the rest of it in the morning, but you felt his tears fall into your hairline.

You forgot just how horrific what happened to you was. You didn’t always hate him, but now you do. Not just him, but how you used to feel about him.

You’ll never forget that night, and you’ll never forgive him for what he did to you.

Another person, well, vampire, had experienced the story of how you came to die, and they wept just like you did.

You pushed your feelings deep down into the colorless energy within as you’ve always done, and you willed yourself to sleep, wishing for the chance to make Fontaine hurt as you now did.

“Uhoh, someone’s getting a little too turnt!”

“Leave me alone!” You laughed at your friend. “Finals are over, and I can now let loose!”

You might take school a little too seriously, but you came from a home where education was what saved your parents from poverty and they passed that same lesson on to you.

It might be strict to some, but as you grew older you only grew to believe it just as much as your parents.

You wouldn’t have anything if this school shit didn’t work.

You weren’t raised to hustle, you were raised to study, so that’s what you did.

But now it was time to party!

You didn’t always go out with your friends, so the nights you did, were always special. Your favorite food and drinks were always there when you were, and all your favorite people.

Usually you were really shy and reserved, but one or two drinks and the edge is off! You can let loose and maybe even dance. Who cares what anyone else thinks? You're having fun with the people you love and the people that love you!

You're making memories and forming your circle. You dreamed of the big fancy job you’d get one day to finally be able to take care of yourself and live in your own place!

“Uhhh.” Your friend called your name with a badly contained smile.

“Yeah?” You smiled back.

She smirked and then threw her arms around you with a laugh.

“Omg, what is it? Just spit it out already,” you laughed back.

“What would you say, if I told you there’s a guy here with a crush on you?” You blinked.

A crush? On you?

You believed you were pretty. You weren’t that insecure in yourself, people just tend to make it very clear that you aren’t their type.

But this was new!

Your stomach fluttered at the possibility.

“I don’t know!” You laughed again. “But whatever happens, happens!”

Your friend squeaked again and wrapped her arms around you once more.

She was so drunk. You smiled.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

You looked up to see cool dark skin, and a yellow gold smirk of a smile looking down at you.

“No, it’s okay.” You politely smiled back.

He was everything.

He liked that you listened. That you didn’t judge him off his looks.You like that he didn’t assume you were stuck up just because of how shy and introverted you could be.

Conversation was easy. Blissfully easy.

You both probably talked about anything and everything. The big personal life stuff to every miniscule thought and hobby.

He’d never seen Star Wars before.

You are a basic gym person at best.

Some music you both liked, some music he liked you never heard of and vice versa.

“How come you're not scared?”

“Scared of what?” You almost wanted to laugh but you held it in. You weren’t sure how he’d react if you did.

“Of me, or like,” he smacked his teeth, “you don’t act weird and stuff when I talk about what trips me up as a drug dealer or get that silent judgy look. People think that by not saying anything they're being polite, but they don’t know it shows on their face.”

“I don’t judge people based on their life or choices. Just by what’s on the inside. Not everyone has the same chances or choices. We’re all just trying to make it. No matter where we start in life, it’s all toward the same thing.” You stopped and pondered for a bit, searching for the right words. “It’s the government and shit they’ve gotten away with they have us all over the place. Until we can change the system or something like that. . . and yeah.” You ended dumbly.

“Yeah?” Fontaine was practically cackling at you. He laughed loudly. The sound coming from his belly, his low baritone sounds of joy flooded your senses. His yellow gold grillz shining in the low light of the room.

“Just, yeah.”

“Well excuse me for not being able to break down capitalism and its effects on the wealth gap and disparity in America and how it relates to race in one sentence. I've done it enough in school. Which is over now, and I'm tryna take a break from it all.”

You’d never felt so seen, so understood. You could see yourself in him, and he saw himself in you. You both had completely different lives, you had different ideas for almost everything except where it counts. Aside from the basic black experience and the trauma associated with that, or little quirks and social similarities they’ve grown fond of as a collective. There was something more.

A genuineness. A mirroring of the part of yourself that you couldn’t put into words. Tyrone was your person.

That’s why it was so easy to let him take you upstairs. To let his hands roam across the expense of your skin. His mouth was so warm. He lathes at your neck. Dragging his mouth down towards your chest. He sucks hard at your breast until your panting and writhing. He moves towards the next one, doing the same.

You can’t tell where your body ends or his mouth begins.

“You like that?” He looked down at you with half a pearly white smirk. When did he take his grills off? You didn’t know.

He was so calming. He crashed into you like a wave. When you first met on that couch you could feel him pulling you in towards him. The waters of his soul were cool and tranquil, and you’d happily float in the body of it all night. Now as things grew more intense as he mouthed at you, and you clutched at him just as desperately.

“Fontaine.” You moaned his name like a prayer.

He responded with a similar prayer of your name on his lips.

You were drowning in him. The wave of his entire being crashed against you, suffocating you as it flooded over and over your head until you were so far gone underneath the very waters of his essence, of him, you couldn’t breath.

“Who knew such a fat pussy could be so tight?” He lapped and lathed at your skin.

The slow growing ache within you was getting stronger and stronger. Your own desire was eating you alive, burning and festering within you. It was too much. Everything felt so good it hurt, so when he decided to bite down into your flesh, everything within you seized. Tightening in response, screaming for more.

“You like that,” he praised slowly into your neck, “i’an know you was like that.”

He pushed your legs up by your thighs. His hand sliding along your skin as if he was remolding you, reshaping you in his image before he destroys you with the very hands he pulled you out of the dirt with.

You whined, tears brimming in your eyes, but you couldn’t feel them. Fontain didn’t acknowledge them.

You wanted him to feel good. That’s all you wanted. You wanted to make him feel good so he didn’t leave you.

“—wanna be yours.” You mewled as he sucked harder at your neck once more until you made that sound again. He did it over and over again until you whined and panted for more, and he responded with another bite, much harder this time. His mouth staying on your skin much longer.

Waves and waves of pleasure flooded your senses. You arched your back to chase the feeling of his motuh, pressing yourself into him.

He released you with a wet slurp.

“You’on needa worry ‘bout that.” He pressed his dick against you, letting the head bump against your clit as he slid it along your folds. With each lazy movement your hips chased the feeling of his.

Fontaine responded by pulling his hips back, letting you feel every thick inch as he slowly pulled back until only the tip was inside of you before thrusting back into you. He set a slow enduring pace. Each heavy thrust of his hips caused a moan to fall from your lips.

He was branding you. With every thrust of his body into yours, with his hands on your body, with his mouth biting into your flesh. The sounds of his mouth on you matched the wet sounds of his slips slamming into yours.

He wasn’t just consuming you, burning you, he was molding you. Reshaping you not only into a new being but combining your souls. Molting them into one another, you didn’t know where he began and you ended, and you wanted more. No, you needed more. You needed him. You wanted to live for him. Exist only for him.

So you chased every feeling of his body, matching each and every movement of his hips, arched your back further to get that much closer.

It was a night you never forgot. A night you couldn’t forget. Each moment of bliss was now remembered with a matching thought of pain. With every new height of pleasure you didn’t know was humanly possible was now replaced with the thought that every single peak you reached was one step away from your life, your family, and what you used to be at your very core.

A robbery of your humanity.

But you didn’t know that when you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours. Your phone nowhere to be found.

You were scared and alone.

But you remembered your night with Fontaine.

He took you away from everything, and you didn’t even get the chance to confront him about it while you threw up day and night. While you tossed and turned every waking moment with a headache that wouldn’t go away. While your stomach started to gnaw at your flesh from the inside out caving in on itself. You were hot and cold at the same time and always sweating. Everything started to blur and the sun hurt.

It didn’t help that the room was full of windows.

You had to resort to burying yourself in a hoard of blankets.

But when the moon rose high, you took your chance.

In your feeble weak state, you managed to travel around the foreign town you learned was called the Glenn. Hundred and thousands of miles away from your home.

You managed to find someone nice enough to talk to you.

“You a’right? You need to sit down? You wanta glass a’ water?”

“Please.” Your voice was horse and meak. You didn’t want to be so trusting of all these people you didn’t know, but they had to be better than Fontain or whoever the fuck he was.

You cleared your throat.

“Can I borrow your phone?”

You looked at the date, it could not be right. A chill ran down your spine and filled your entire body.

It’s been 10 years.

You couldn’t have been asleep for ten years! Were you somehow drugged out of your mind? Is that how? What has that sick fuck been doing to your body while you’ve been out of conscience for ten fucking years.

Fear and bile rose in your body and you threw up.

“Aye what the fuck!” You didn’t see what happened next as black clouded the corners of your vision and the world went dark.

However, you were still there.

And in a bath of darkness you focused on your grief and your anger.

You don’t know what has happened to you, but you do know one thing. Fontaine was going to die by your hands, and that thought of comfort let you slip into your first slumber of peace.

-

Yoyo treaded lightly around the corner. She stood still not to draw attention to herself. She watched as the slick black ornate car pulled up to the side of the restaurant. She watched as a man with heavily styled black hair and tan skin stepped out and handed off his keys. Impeccably dressed with a heavy wool coat too match.

“Shoulda went for a black one. Would have been real fresh too.”

Yo-yo bit the inside of her cheek.

“I mean the taupe beige isn’t that bad of a look. It kinda grows on you the more you look at it. But if he really wanted to ste—“

“Nigga, don’t nobody give a damn about his fucking coat!” She hissed.

Why Fontaine made her bring Slick along, she would never know.

“Slick opened his mouth to say something smart, but Yo-yo quickly cut him off.

“Shut up! There she is!”

They watched as he opened the door to the other side.

You stepped out in a gorgeous silk red number that had a leg slit and a low back. You had a white fur shawl that covered your shoulders. Gold dripping around your neck, ears, and a few of your fingers. There had to be some diamonds sprinkled about somewhere. With that type of money, there had to.

Situation aside, Yo-yo and Slick both let out sounds of approval.

“Shit, if I could get all that, I’d leave Fontaine sorry ass too.” Yo-yo murmured.

“As a man with certain avenues and multitudes, I can not hate another player. If you got it, you got it.”

Slick snapped his fingers, the rings on his hands clacking annoyingly so, and their clothes changed.

“What the fuck am I wearing?”

“What are you complaining for? He smacked his teeth. That’s what you usually wear.”

Yo-yo would have appreciated the little yellow thing she wore anywhere else, but not now.

“You saw what they were wearing! This place is classy! It’s nice as shit and they are not about to let a couple of raggedy asses in looking like this.”

“You see that’s your problem!” He raised a finger and Yo-yo had to interrupt him.

“Nigga, I know you not putting a finger in my face!”

“Will you calm yo’ ass down! All I’m tryna say is,” he dusted off his clothes, letting a harsh breath through his nose, “Fontaine made me come with you for a reason. It don’t matter what we wear, I can get us in.”

“Mhmm, you better.”

“Abel.” You warily said his name.

He guided you through a crowd with a hand tentatively placed on your lower back. Plush and luxurious with low thundering music. People were everywhere. But if you really focused and stilled your mind a bit, you could tell who was a vampire, and there were many, and who was not.

Abel was about to answer you, but a young light skinned man had interrupted the steady pace Abel and you were making through the crowd.

“H-hi.” He said softly and sweetly before cupping your face with a hand. He had to be around your age if you were human, boyish features made it too hard to tell, even if he had a beard. Close shaven and shaped well to match his face. . His eyes were a large bright brown as he battered them shyly at you. He had full lips that looked so soft and his lashes were so long.

“Um, hi?” You blinked, not sure what to do. Too many people were crowded around in their own world to care about what was transpiring between you.

You moved his hand from your cheek, and he took it as a sign to move his face closer to yours. You stiled. Even the slightest of movements would have made your lips touch.

“Can you bite me?” His voice was a sultry pant, almost a whine.

Blood rushed through your senses. You noticed it now.

The smell of it in the room. The humans straying around from vampire to vampire.

Something on your face must have changed. Maybe your eyes flashed because his lips parted just a tad more and his eyes almost rolled back.

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing his neck before you felt Abel’s hand slide from your back to your arm, roughly pulling you back.

“She’s on a diet.” He didn’t yell or raise his voice, but his tone was clear cut and dry with plenty of bite.

He raised your hand to reveal the glowing purple glow stick bracelet.

“Oh.” The stranger pouted his lips, causing a rush of something to burn deeply within you, “well,” he fiddled with his fingers, “when you're not on a diet can you come back? I’m here almost every night.”

You turned to Abel, not sure what was happening.

“She’ll think about it.” He patted him on the shoulder before placing his hand at your back once more and led you through the crowd.

Going up steps, he let his hand fall from you, but you couldn’t find it in you to step away from him.

“This is a nightclub for vampires?”

“And humans.” Abel said casually before stopping someone and ordering a few drinks.

“Wristbands are color coded.” He led you to a cornered booth before guiding you in and sliding after you.

“Red for feeding vampires, green for those willing to be bitten, yellow for humans who don’t, and purple for vampires who are on a diet.”

You looked at your purple wristband with a frown. A gnawing sensation swelling within you.

“But I—“

“— have had more than enough.” He sighed as he saw your face fall, “look. Bloodlust is a hard thing to come back from but enough time has passed where you aren’t jumping on any and everything with a pulse.”

You nodded at the reason in his words.

“Who are we here to meet anyway?”

Abel twisted the ring around his finger and crossed one of his legs over the other one.

“The vampire who helped me after me and my wife were turned.”

As the waiter placed down your drinks, a figure appeared out of nowhere. Eerily still and quiet as people bustled to and fro around him. His gaze fixed on you and Abel.

His hollow black eyes reflected the light and surrounding colors in a strange effect you could barely understand. His equally dark and plain clothing was just as off putting.

“He is ready for you.”

Abel took a quick swig of his drink and ushered you out of the booth.

He held you close to him as you both followed the strange man.

“Let me do the talking.” Abel whispered in your ear. “If he tells you to do something, just do it and don’t protest too much.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Abel rose an eyebrow at you as his mouth twisted into a tight thin line.

“Most importantly,” he whispered in your face as you both climbed the steps to an intricate door to a room that looked over everything, “follow my lead.” His eyes flashed in the familiar old gold you’ve grown comfortable gazing at, but in this moment it made your veins run cold.

“Abel,” a man who looked strangely familiar to him, stood up from behind his desk to dutifully shake Abel’s hand with a formal and polite smile, “it’s been so long. To what do I owe this rare pleasure of a visit from you. Everything is well at the office?”

“Yes, everything is fine, but I have a request to ask of you.”

At that moment, the man looked at you and his eyebrows rose into his hairline.

“I see.” He corrected himself with another polite smile and motioned towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Let’s discuss this in a more comfortable manner.”

He and Abel looked alike, but they couldn’t appear more different.

This man’s hair was much curlier, but does this mean Abel’s hair could be equally as curly?

He was turned much later in life. The evidence in the salt and pepper of his hair and the thick beard that suited his features.

Despite their few differences there was so much they had in common. In the formal attire they both seemed to respect and their equally formal mannerisms, but it was clear this man held some sense of superiority.

Not only in how he moved and acted, but how Abel, the most powerful vampire you had recently met, treaded carefully around this one.

It would have caught you by surprise if you weren’t feeling suffocated by a strange yet powerful aura.

It had to be coming from him.

“Forgive my rudeness, let me introduce myself. I am Duke Leto Atreides although not quite a Duke anymore. That was quite some time ago.”

You cleared your throat and told him your name, introducing yourself just as politely.

“It’s no trouble at all.”

Leto looked at you a moment too long with an odd look, like you had shocked him somehow, before his face fell back into its usual demeanor.

You looked at Abel to see if you had done anything wrong, but he gave you a small nod to reassure you that you had not. However, his face seemed to hold a look of concern or wary at how the Duke was looking at you.

“What is it you came to ask for?” He cleared his throat before turning his attention back towards Abel.

“Well, it’s not so much a favor for me, but for her.” Abel crossed one leg over the other and corgilly clasped his hands together in his lap.

“She’s a fledgling.” He paused, licking his lips and dipping his head down momentarily. His eyes briefly glowed before he slightly shook his head, “she was unwillingly turned.”

The Duke’s head snapped towards you with a frown. His expression of formal politeness was no more. It was quickly succeeded by a cordial disdain, regarded with frown, on your behalf.

“Impossible.” He placed his chin in the knuckles of his hand. “Who would do such a thing? The event of someone unwillingly turned surviving is rare.”

“What!”

You violently twisted in your chair to face Abel and he stilled you with a hard look and an arm across your body to keep you from speaking and moving more.

“That is exactly my understanding as well, but she is alive and well and recently recovering from a bout of bloodlust.”

Leto stood up with a look of thought, and Abel followed suit.

You rise with a glare, your eyes looking between them both. You tried to keep your composure, but you were failing on every level. You could feel your anger coursing through your veins. Whatever magic that had your heart thumping surged throughout your body. Your heart beating faster and faster until you couldn’t feel it in your chest. It was racing at such a speed you couldn’t hear and your vision started to blur.

Leto had two hands on the side of your face, looking into your eyes as you stood frozen in your rage. When did he start talking to you? When did he put his hands on you?

“W—“

“— calm down.” His eyes glowed into yours. An iridescent gray blue. Almost a dark indigo of sorts.

It made you think of the rain. A thunderstorm and how before its clouds burst, the lightning cracks. Seconds after, it’s followed by thunder pounding. How once it ends, there’s an eerily still that falls on everything. The dark clouds recede and a bright and sunny day materializes in a bath of melancholy of not knowing what had just happened and why.

It didn’t calm you down, but it slowed your heart in your chest, something within you was still seething at him.

He didn’t weep for you as Abel did.

His thumb softly brushed at your cheek as he studied your face. A calmness bloomed across his face. His polite superiority is gone, revealing just a man— a vampire.

He looked like he found something he once longed for. Whatever it was, he now found in you.

You looked over to Abel. His expression is neutral,, revealing nothing to you.

“Um, Duke…sir?” You cleared your throat.

He practically leapt back. Except it happened before you could blink and he kept his hands awkwardly in front of him.

“Ah, yes.” He dusted off himself and brushed his clothes. “Forgive me. I got carried away.”

He looked at you once more, but now as if he knew you.

“Is there anything you could do to help her?” Abel's voice was strained with a cordial air, clipped with an agitation.

You reached out to him. Brushing your hands through his hair to rest momentarily on his cheek.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. His brow furrowing and his mouth twisting to one side before he slightly moved away from your hand.

His face was back to normal, but a nagging feeling within you told him he wasn’t. It made you ache with a need to dissuade whatever it is. You wanted to repay him for all the moments he’s calmed you down and made you feel warm these last few days.

Being with Abel made you realize just how much distress Fontaine had you under. How rage got you out of bed in the morning and hatred got you through the day.

Being with Abel made you realize just how exhausting it was.

You were still learning how to exist in a calm state. How to let go of your thoughts and anger and take things one at a time.

“I can help break her tie.”

You shared a look with Abel. Your eyebrows rose into your hairline and your mouth agape. Leto’s words seemed to put Abel at ease. He unbuttoned one of the buttons of his suit jacket and held a fraction of a smile before he turned to face him.

“It will be very painful, but I—“

He paused. His ears tinging red as he cleared his throat and averted eye contact from you.

“May I,” he licked his lips, “may I have a taste of your blood?”

You looked into his eyes. It was a mistake.

They glowed with a dark unrelenting gaze. His bashfulness was no more, either way, heat rushed throughout all your senses. Your eyes fluttered as you looked anywhere but him.

“Yes.” You quickly stuttered out. “It’s—

“Are you sure?” He interrupted you and moved his head into your line of sight. Suddenly, filling up your personal space.

You blinked repeatedly and stared dumbly in response.

No one had ever asked.

You nodded silently and he only raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yes.” You said softly but with more determination than before.

With careful hands he moved your head to the side.

Burning, his mouth was burning you.

His mouth felt like hot coals being placed on your neck. He cradles your head towards his chest as if he had done it a million times. His mouth moves along your skin with the fury of a thunderstorm, swollen with the humidity of the summer air. Unrelenting and smothering, he finally bit down, something within you breaking. The evidence of its lightning touch was the thundering of your heart in your chest.

You don’t know what to do with your hands. You run them along his chest, his back. You push and pull at the fabric of his shirt, of him. All you could smell was him.

He was all you could feel.

Slowly raising his mouth from your skin, you both pant with heaving chests as you watch the small trail of blood that connects from his mouth to your skin.

Without missing a beat, he laps at the small holes left on your skin. You can’t help the moan that spills out of you, and he closes his eyes.

You slide your hands from his back into his hair.

Desperate to pull him in once more.

When he opens them, neither of you say a word. The glowing storm clouds of his eyes transform into something so dark it’s a wonder they still glow at all.

Without breaking eye contact, he swiped his tongue along his lips to taste more of your blood. Your eyes dart across his face, desperate to catch each movement.

He moved closer to you, mouthing along your neck and sniffed deeply at your skin, pushing his nose firmer against you. He breathed out of his mouth. The warmth of his breath searing into your pores.

You couldn’t take it.

“One more,” he panted into your neck. “Just one more.”

“Please.” You practically pant back into his mouth.

You aren’t aware of much of anything at this point. You're lost in tides of air and whirring winds and you aren’t sure you want it to end.

As he pulls up to you once more, you surge towards him in unison, unaware of just how much strength you were using.

He makes a small oomf sound as you thud into his chest. He puts his hands at your hips and holds you tentatively.

Your mouth clamps onto his neck with just as much fervor. You felt more desperate than he did. You felt like you weren’t as sensual. That you sucked and slurped at his skin like some rabid creature, but the sounds coming from you told you just how wrong you were.

His pants were growing short, sharper, almost transitioning into a low keening wine.

“Fuck.” He whimpered into your ear before pulling you off of him by your hair. An action you would have taken into offense if it was anyone else, but right now after what you both had done, you don’t know what the lines of inappropriate and appropriate were anymore.

“And here I thought I was the only woman for you.”

You both took a step away from each other. Leto straightened his posture and clasped his hands formally behind his back.

You stood wide eyed.

She had your face. Only a bit older in comparison, but you knew your own face when you saw it.

“I think it is past due time for Abel to have another lover.” A man had interrupted. And not just any man, but a man who was the spitting image of Fontaine, save for the African accent and no beard. His hair was much tamer in style, and he had an equal air of superiority that Leto carried, and he seems like the type to not play about it.

He was better than everyone, and he wanted anyone who crossed his path to know it. He barely made eye contact with anyone else in the room. The only reason he seemed interested in your existence was because of how you and Leto seemed lost in one another moments before.

“Forgive me, my love.” Leto cleared his throat and avoided eye contact with you as well. His ears tinging pink before he continued. “I assure you I have not taken up a lover of any kind.”

“No?'' She stepped closer to Leto and ran a hand through his hair.

His shoulders fell into a more casual posture, and his expression softened.

“She’s a fledgling.”

“I think it's time we made our leave.”

You turned towards Abel.

His voice did not reveal his feelings, but from the look in his eyes and the slight frown on his face, it was clear how he felt. A storm of guilt brewed in the pit of your stomach. You had only been with him for a short period of time, but you couldn't help the feeling that you committed some type of betrayal. However, not out of some loyalty, that he was some sort of only being you could be tied to, or that he was some sort of lover, but you felt some type of way about having that moment in front of him.

You still would have done it. You dont regret it in the slightest, but he shoulnd’t have been here to see it.

You sighed. Not caring to hide the agitation in your voice.

“I would love for someone to explain to me what that means instead of acting like I don't exist.”

Everyone turned to look atr Abel for some reason, and that irritated you even further. The rage boiled over within you. You could no longer see who or what was in the room, only what you were feeling.

“I know, through the magic, it feels like she's been a vampire for ten years, but if you’ve heard her story, it's only been for a short amount of time .” Abel said through his teeth.

“Well. . .” the woman who looked like you started. She eyed you up and down hungrily, “If she currently doesn’t belong to anyone. . “

“No.” Abel grabbed your arm and moved you behind him.

“I only made an agreement with him, and I don't have any allegiance to you whatsoever.”

“I understand her position of not being taught the proper edicate for how things work amongst us, but for you Abel there is no excuse!” Leto raised his voice. His eyes a startling eerie glow of a stormy blue-grey.

A wave of energy would have knocked you off your feet if you didn't grab Abel’s arm in time. He was much stronger than you were, so he didn’t seem to be affected by whatever invisible wave was swirling around in the room. He uncharacteristically glared at Leto. His apparent disrespectful attitude unwavering.

The man who had the same face of Fontaine looked you and Abel down with a pathetic disdain.

‘Where is the other one?” He asked as if he was offended that a copy of himself existed.

“What other one?” Abel spat. His eyes closing and his shoulders scrunching up as he waved his arms.

“What the fuck,” he yelled, his fangs bared and his eys glowing a dazzingly dangerous yet beatiful yellow, “is going on? What aren't you telling me?”

“Abel did you not tell them?” the woman with your face smacked her teeth and looked back at Abel with a glare.

“I was getting to it.” He looked much more sympathetic.

“It looked much more like you were about to put your tongue down another woman’s throat if you ask me.”

“Enough!’ she turned back to give the man a look. “Does it look like I care? If you can’t stand to be in the same room as Leto so badly, then you go find Jay!”

He smacked his teeth with a frown, and then suddenly looked over to you.

The sound and look on his face at that moment made him look so much like Fontaine. Anger rushed through your senses once more.

“Wipe that look off your face.’ He scoffed at you before making his way out the door, “I promise you, I hold no resemblance to whoever this other vampire may be.”

He spared one more look at Abel. This time with much less disgust.

“Follow me.”

Abel looked towards you instead.

“Go.” Leto commanded and Abel glared at him.

Silently, he followed. Not bothering to hide his frown.

You eyed him trepidly.

What was all this about?

-

Yo-yo didn’t like the sight of this.

A woman who looked just like you but at least ten years older walked in. Behind her, a man that looked just like Fontaine.

He kept his hair in a sizable fro on his head with a proper edge up that was faded at the temples. A smaller amount of facial hair that was way better groomed than Fontaine would ever attempt.

He was just as fancily clad as the other two men that looked alike.

“This is bad. She’s drunk that other vampire’s blood.” Slick whispered into her ear.

“Shut the fuck up before someone hears us in here!” She whisper-shouted at him.

They had snuck in, but whatever glamor Slick had placed on them had only lasted so long.

Yo-yo chewed on her lip as she watched you all sit down on a large couch. This vampire was just as strong as the one called Leto. Not only that, but she also had your face.

That meant big things. Things they couldn’t change.

A prophecy or some shit.

“Is that why you kept looking at me so strangly?” Yo-yo watched you ask. “Because you know. . .her?”

“He’s only ever met me like this.”

You nodded. Not really looking at either of them, making the woman frown in sympathy.

“My name is Shante.”

“Why do you all have our faces?”

Shante shared a look with Abel.

“Straight to the point I see.” She smiled. “I was the same way when it was my first time. I know it must have been hard and confusing.”

“Hard and confusing is an understatement.” You huffed bitterly.

She let out a short sigh, more out of nerves and not frustration.

You looked up at her oddly.

Yo-yo could only wonder why.

“I won’t hold you long or beat around the bush.”

“I think that’s best.” Abel clasped her hand in his.

“If you want to get technical, we are the originators of these faces and you all are our dopplegangers.”

You nodded, wringing your hands in your lap. “I think I know what those are.”

“You're always going to have a Leto and a Ghezo.”

Shante leveled at you with a serious tone.

This made you leap up with a hiss, baring your fangs.

“I don’t need Fontaine!”

“But you do.” Shante stood up and hissed back at you. “Without him you will never know peace. If you kill him, you might as well kill yourself too!”

���Good!” You screamed! Your voice sends a shock of power throughout the room making everyone still, even Yo-yo and Slick.

“What?” You broke the silence. “What’s so surprising about that after everything I’ve been through?”

“Forgive me,” Shante abruptly sat. “I didn’t know things were that bad between you.”

You sat with a self assured huff. Appearing more calm now that no one was about to tell you to get over your emotions.

“What makes you so sure, I need him?” You swallowed, looking straight ahead and not making eye contact with anyone. “What makes you think I could get over it?”

But everyone knew what you were really asking.

“I once was mad just as you were.” Shante said softly.

You looked at her with watery eyes.

“I was turned just like you.” Shante looked at her and Leto’s hands clasped together in her lap. “Ghezo had made a deal with someone. They promised him an eternity of power. . . But they also warned him about the cost. The people he would lose and now he’d never get close to anyone.”

She drew in a shaky breath and you cooled closer to her. She smiled softly. A tear falling down her cheek. Leto wiped at it with his thumb.

“He talked with all of us, his wives. Some said yes without thinking, but I said no.” She looked up at you, with a stream of tears falling down her face.

Yo-yo wiped a tear of her own as she watched you both cry. Slick put a hand on her shoulder, and she didn’t brush it away.

“I was in love with being human and the idea of cheating death didn’t sit right with me. Long story short, I woke up like this, against my will.”

“What did you do?” You whispered.

“I left him. I left my home. . . And then I found Leto.”

“So. . . You stayed with him and for some reason just forgave Ghezo?”

“I wish I could tell you more, but you and Abel have to find your own way. . . And Fontaine.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

Yo-yo couldn’t hear anymore.

“I think we got what we came for.”

Slick didn’t say anything. Nodding, he snapped his fingers, and they were both gone.

[iwashieonhiatus]

Thinking of lucky bastard Shidou Ryusei

Thinking of lucky bastard Shidou Ryusei, who is the biggest in football, has won so many awards that his bookshelf is packed, he can be good at everything, he is handsome and he can have everything and everyone in the palm of his hand. And it still has the best people as partners; Itoshi Sae and you are his real prizes.

Having both of you is like winning the lottery for him. You are everything he needs to survive, the basics of survival, affection, kisses, understanding, companionship, and a lot of horniness.

Oh, God, how you make him horny 24/7, tent pitched and climbing the walls at the sight of the two of you, together then... Shidou could cum just seeing the two of you together.

That’s what he always thought, watching you fuck, his hand massaging his cock calmly, his eyes glazed over you two and letting out moans from how hot the scene was.

The way Sae fucked you hard and fast, having you bouncing on top of his legs as he held you by the waist, your legs spread for Ryusei to see how his cock went in and out of you, splitting your lips as it went in and you moaned loudly, rolling your eyes, having all the fun while Ryusei just watched.

It wasn’t a problem for him to just watch the two of you, but the way your red, swollen vagina was calling out to him, your lonely clit humming for him to come closer and get a taste of the fun that made him rock hard.

You didn’t even notice when Ryusei approached. You only squealed when you felt his tongue on your clit, making you shiver and almost fall off Sae’s lap, earning a low curse and more brutality from the man who fucked you like a doll.

Damn, Ryusei licked you like you were ice cream, circling and sucking on your clit with alternating movements, his saliva dripping onto Sae’s cock that entered wetter, having you moaning loudly like a little bitch thirsty for your men.

You held Ryusei’s head glued to your vagina, your fingers squeezing the colored strands and rolling against his face and Sae’s cock, increasing the pleasure for everyone.

Ryusei spat into your vagina, watching the spit drip down to Sae’s cock and balls, and followed licking until he sucked a Sae’s ball, causing him to grunt loudly and speed up his movements. You stared into Ryusei’s bright eyes, watching him swallow Sae’s balls as you slid your hand and repeated Ryusei’s movements with your fingers, almost to the limit.

Sae’s cock slipped out of your vagina with the force he penetrated and you guided his cock into Ryusei’s open mouth, pushing his head until Sae’s cock disappeared and he thrusted against Ryusei’s face, with you still on top of him, pushing Ryusei’s head and two fingers inside you.

You could see the tears forming in the corner of Ryusei’s eyes and let go of his hair, letting him move on Sae’s cock as you moaned you were close, squeezing your own fingers and Sae squeezing your waist, legs shaking, also reaching the limit.

Ryusei smiled and showed his tongue covered with Sae’s, running down his chin and your squirt across his face. You got off Sae, throwing yourself into Ryusei’s arms and kissing him, tasting Sae who pushed his cum with two fingers down your throat and Ryusei’s when you two opened your mouths to him.

That was lucky bastard Shidou Ryusei’s real prize.

[bbyxbambi]

swimming lesson

OC characters

Eerie x reader x Caspian

"You can do it, our treasure. Caspian is right there." Eerie whispers, encouraging you to swim to your other mate. You whine uncomfortably, still not used to your tail as Caspian had only turned you a few days prior. The siren in question coos at you from his spot within their dark sea lair, coaxing you to swim to him without the aid of either one of your mates for the first time. 

“Just like we’ve been practising, do what I do.” Eerie had your back pressed against his chest, his tail flush against your own to allow you to feel and mimic the movements his tail was doing to keep you both afloat. Your mates had awoken you earlier declaring you were to learn how to swim today and had since been using their tails to stimulate the same motions of swimming with your own, only now had they decided you were ready to swim by yourself. 

“Come now, pearl” Caspian watches you with a smile, that any human would find startling, however, you are no longer human, as he beckons you towards him. “Swim to me.”

Eerie suddenly let go of you and moves back to where you could no longer reach him. You wear a panicked expression on your face at the loss of contact and struggle to keep yourself stationary in the water. It was difficult to move your tail, you couldn’t understand how Eerie and Caspian made it look so easy. Your first attempt to swim to Caspian did not go as planned. You try to mimic the motions Eerie had been teaching you but cannot make your tail flow as seamlessly as he had. You quickly start to drop through the water, sinking as your rigid movements pull you down. Eerie shushes your whimpers as he gently drops down to your level to place his hands on your hips and guide you back up to your starting position before letting you go again. Your second attempt wasn’t much better. You start to move your tail with more force prompting your whole body to lurch, but instead of moving forward, you slam straight back into Eerie. Caspian snickers at the scene, his mischievous melody that would normally make you smile, now making you flush with embarrassment and hide your face in your hands. 

Your third and final time was when you shot yourself forward. You were as clumsy as ever, however, you made it into Caspian’s waiting arms, earning yourself a sweet eskimo kiss. You sigh in your mate’s arms, drained after that trial and error. You feel your other mate behind you, his sharp nail gently tracing down your spine to where your tail starts as a means to relax you. 

“Astounding work, pearl! I’m so proud of you.” Caspian gushes, twirling with you in his arms. Eerie, the calmer of the two, places a silent kiss on your shoulder in approval of your success. “I believe our treasure has tired herself out.”

Caspian looks down at you at Eerie’s words, nodding in agreement. “She should rest, there’s plenty more lessons to come.” Caspian swims towards the coral cave inside their lair where you occasionally like to nap. You deserve a sleep, this was only your first lesson anyway. 

"You can do it, our treasure. Caspian is right there." Eerie whispers, encouraging you to swim to your other mate. You whine uncomfortably, still not used to your tail as Caspian had only turned you a few days prior. The siren in question coos at you from his spot within their dark sea lair, coaxing you to swim to him without the aid of either one of your mates for the first time. 

“Just like we’ve been practising, do what I do.” Eerie had your back pressed against his chest, his tail flush against your own to allow you to feel and mimic the movements his tail was doing to keep you both afloat. Your mates had awoken you earlier declaring you were to learn how to swim today and had since been using their tails to stimulate the same motions of swimming with your own, only now had they decided you were ready to swim by yourself. 

“Come now, pearl” Caspian watches you with a smile, that any human would find startling, however, you are no longer human, as he beckons you towards him. “Swim to me.”

Eerie suddenly let go of you and moves back to where you could no longer reach him. You wear a panicked expression on your face at the loss of contact and struggle to keep yourself stationary in the water. It was difficult to move your tail, you couldn’t understand how Eerie and Caspian made it look so easy. Your first attempt to swim to Caspian did not go as planned. You try to mimic the motions Eerie had been teaching you but cannot make your tail flow as seamlessly as he had. You quickly start to drop through the water, sinking as your rigid movements pull you down. Eerie shushes your whimpers as he gently drops down to your level to place his hands on your hips and guide you back up to your starting position before letting you go again. Your second attempt wasn’t much better. You start to move your tail with more force prompting your whole body to lurch, but instead of moving forward, you slam straight back into Eerie. Caspian snickers at the scene, his mischievous melody that would normally make you smile, now making you flush with embarrassment and hide your face in your hands. 

Your third and final time was when you shot yourself forward. You were as clumsy as ever, however, you made it into Caspian’s waiting arms, earning yourself a sweet eskimo kiss. You sigh in your mate’s arms, drained after that trial and error. You feel your other mate behind you, his sharp nail gently tracing down your spine to where your tail starts as a means to relax you. 

“Astounding work, pearl! I’m so proud of you.” Caspian gushes, twirling with you in his arms. Eerie, the calmer of the two, places a silent kiss on your shoulder in approval of your success. “I believe our treasure has tired herself out.”

Caspian looks down at you at Eerie’s words, nodding in agreement. “She should rest, there’s plenty more lessons to come.” Caspian swims towards the coral cave inside their lair where you occasionally like to nap. You deserve a sleep, this was only your first lesson anyway. 

"You can do it, our treasure. Caspian is right there." Eerie whispers, encouraging you to swim to your other mate. You whine uncomfortably, still not used to your tail as Caspian had only turned you a few days prior. The siren in question coos at you from his spot within their dark sea lair, coaxing you to swim to him without the aid of either one of your mates for the first time. 

“Just like we’ve been practising, do what I do.” Eerie had your back pressed against his chest, his tail flush against your own to allow you to feel and mimic the movements his tail was doing to keep you both afloat. Your mates had awoken you earlier declaring you were to learn how to swim today and had since been using their tails to stimulate the same motions of swimming with your own, only now had they decided you were ready to swim by yourself. 

“Come now, pearl” Caspian watches you with a smile, that any human would find startling, however, you are no longer human, as he beckons you towards him. “Swim to me.”

Eerie suddenly let go of you and moves back to where you could no longer reach him. You wear a panicked expression on your face at the loss of contact and struggle to keep yourself stationary in the water. It was difficult to move your tail, you couldn’t understand how Eerie and Caspian made it look so easy. Your first attempt to swim to Caspian did not go as planned. You try to mimic the motions Eerie had been teaching you but cannot make your tail flow as seamlessly as he had. You quickly start to drop through the water, sinking as your rigid movements pull you down. Eerie shushes your whimpers as he gently drops down to your level to place his hands on your hips and guide you back up to your starting position before letting you go again. Your second attempt wasn’t much better. You start to move your tail with more force prompting your whole body to lurch, but instead of moving forward, you slam straight back into Eerie. Caspian snickers at the scene, his mischievous melody that would normally make you smile, now making you flush with embarrassment and hide your face in your hands. 

Your third and final time was when you shot yourself forward. You were as clumsy as ever, however, you made it into Caspian’s waiting arms, earning yourself a sweet eskimo kiss. You sigh in your mate’s arms, drained after that trial and error. You feel your other mate behind you, his sharp nail gently tracing down your spine to where your tail starts as a means to relax you. 

“Astounding work, pearl! I’m so proud of you.” Caspian gushes, twirling with you in his arms. Eerie, the calmer of the two, places a silent kiss on your shoulder in approval of your success. “I believe our treasure has tired herself out.”

Caspian looks down at you at Eerie’s words, nodding in agreement. “She should rest, there’s plenty more lessons to come.” Caspian swims towards the coral cave inside their lair where you occasionally like to nap. You deserve a sleep, this was only your first lesson anyway. 

Moodboard created by me.

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[buildmeafairytale]

Currently in the process of trying to expand my short stories into something more and hopefully publish on Kindle or something in the next year or two and I'm excited to get to develop these characters more 🥰 especially my sweet demon Elow

Demon Boyfriends: Elow &Siphorus

Suprise! I wrote something! What’s better than one demon boyfriend, you ask? Two demon boyfriends, duh. I started this literal months ago, and I’m not going to lie, it’s very self indulgent and porny. My praise kink is clear and in full swing. I was going to make one of the characters a hard core brat but he turned soft, what can I say. Anyways, I hope you guys like this! This is a link to my Ko-Fi, everything is appreciated but nothing is expected. <3

Life has been going great for you. Too great, really. You landed a well paying job in a cute small town named Talon Valley. You found the cottage of your dreams in the forest a few miles out of town. It was perfectly desolate and had a garden already set up in the back, as well as shelves that will work perfectly to store your potions. You already picked a great altar space, as well. It was your first time living alone, and you were excited to finally practice your craft in peace. 

Except there was no peace, and you soon discovered you were not alone. At first, the misplaced items didn’t phase you. You were still unpacking and you really didn’t know where you set things most of the time anyway. Only after the first couple weeks when things were supposed to be in their places, did you start to notice. 

You were a witch, sure. But that didn’t mean you weren’t easily spooked. You didn’t want to make things worse, so instead of doing a cleanse that could anger something stronger than you, you did a few charms and protection spells on yourself. That did nothing to stop the tiny torments. If anything, they increased. Not only were several potions moved, but they were mixed together haphazardly. Then your blinds would open after you had closed them, or your fridge would be left cracked. All harmless things, but knowing someone or something else was doing this was enough to have you constantly on edge. You just wanted to relax, dammit!

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[stalkist]

3s*me or g.angbang things pls ! i am down for plotting something in ims or i have some older starters ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 ) if you want to get straight into it <3

[anotherrppartnerfinder]

[ * intro ] 1x1 rp req (seeking 18+ writers only for a dark romance / possible dead dove. oc x oc pairing of the daughter of rich man's mistress (f) x rich man's legitimate son (m). i'm practically gnawing at the bars of my cage because i crave this one specific dark romance plot so badly. please, come at me if you wanna give me tension, twistedness, and crossed lines... i need red flag actions and toxic emotions in spades for this one,, pls gang,, lets serve chaos and obliterate the thin line between love/hate 🙏

[ * the plot basis ] f oc is the daughter of m oc's father's mistress. this girl's irrationally beautiful existence makes the cruel, prodigial son sick with so many intense emotions. he shouldn't want her becuase she is a blight on their elite families, she shouldn't even exist. the daughter of his enemy should suffer, the outsider deserve no mercy. she doesn't belong in his world of endless money, power-fuelled hierarchy, and cutthroat machinations. this elite society is not meant for someone like her to taint with her sinful origins; no, it is his field to own, so how dare she infiltrate it and cast a shadow on his iron-fisted rule. he needs to put her in her place for his family/revenge's sake. she may have a shared connection to him — but she is not pure, she does not belong, and she will never matter like he does. the girl is an impostor, an infiltrator, so he deals with her by enacting a cat n mouse game and doling out righteous torment. he thinks of himself as kind in how he'll finally settle her familial debt by using her body and mind as his makeshift canvas and scoreboard.

[ * notes ] details pending on how the cat n mouse game / revenge seeking would pan out because i can go as dark or as light as my fellow writer desires — bad endings full of mindbreak/murder are okay, as is a toxic codependant romance forming and softening both. could see lots of dead dove ⚰️🕊️ themes in the plot if the other writer is comfortable with it (mindgames, dubcon/noncon (?), power imbalance, fauxcest/incest (?), toxicity, darker kinks, psychological horror, god complexes, ownersip/obsesson, etc). ultimately, i need the m being completely obsessed with the f, culminating in him wanting to break her. while she will fight back as best as she can because she is her mothers daughter just as much as he is his fathers son. possible reverse harem / poly antics if m's best friends want to get in on the action but not a necessity. maybe secret society and fucked up frat rituals are in play. possibly, an elite academy or university setting, or alternately, a set-up for a fucked up arranged marriage. i would love an exploration into both ocs very fucked-up mindsers. we can workshop things together. <3.

[ * housekeeping ]

i'm 21f+ writer, so looking for fellow 18+ writers only. (cismen dni, i prefer writing with other f/non-cismen writers.)

flexible literacy. para to multi-para or multi-message (literate-novella).

i want to write as the f in a mxf pairing for this idea, or mxfxm if desired. my oc idea is new but developed. fine with realistic fcs, manwha/manga or descriptive fcs. also fine with giving fc suggestions.

i ADORE headcanons, pinboards, plotting n rambling, side threads/text threads, and playlists. my beloved chatty and rambly writers– pls hmu because we are the same !! i love to yap about ocs and pairings far too much.

fine with smut, darker themes, dead dove, etc, but i will also respect limits and expect the same. expanding on this point, limits and specific rp desires will be discussed in dms before moving to discord.

like/comment/dm if interested.

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[sadistic-kiss]

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Disclaimer: Angsty but I’m still not GeGe. Jujutsu Kaisen and all its characters belong to to that guy.

Universe: In the same universe but the men are in jujutsu university and closer in age. Sukuna is also Yuuji’s older brother.

Characters/Relationship: Gojo, Getou, Nanami, Yu, Toji, Sukuna, Choso x Succubus Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut (it’s the only genre I know)

Kinks: masochist, degrading, dacryphilia, pet play(mainly just a leash and collar), dom/sub, BDSM, whatever else I feel like tossing in.

Summary: A frat boys' house is the perfect feeding ground for a succubus.

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Chef Note: Hello this is my October smut fic that I wanted to post for this kinky month~! I wanted to post it the first week of October but I was behind on my writing for HOA and my other story so I had to catch up a bit. I was also dealing with stupid stuff but you know better late than never! This is just a nice little hot smut soup for you to enjoy during this chilly season.

P.S. Another dream I had. I’m getting tired of my brain calling me out for being a simp for these men. It’s not cool honestly and I woke up feeling offended. 💅

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*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter One.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

A shadowy figure flew past the bright moon. Black and purple wings flapping in the wind rhythmically. The night was seemingly quiet as you soared across the ocean of stars. It was peaceful... but you will not know peace until you have been fulfilled. Your jaw tensed from the painful ache of your body. The feeling caused your wings to fall off beat, you dipped for a second but gain composure.

You were unbelievably hungry.

Warm glowing eyes kept focus, beckoning for your destination to come into view. Once it did you chirped excitedly. It was a large mansion, tucked away in some trees. You surged forward with haste. Muffled music played as you circled around the house before descending to the porch.

Your wings disappeared while you stepped up to the door. Leather gloves creak when you ball your hand into a fist and knock on the white wood with restrained urgency.

You smiled softly, folding your hand upon the other in a polite manner. No one came to the door so you rang the bell. As you waited for someone you heard noises behind you.

“Ooooh damn.” A man chuckled.

Looking over your shoulder you saw two men and a woman walking up the steps

“You ain’t cold in that get up sweet cheeks?”

“Yeah, sexy outfit but damn girl.”

It was late October and the winds were rather harsh, the group snuggled in jackets, scarves, and beanies. All you had on was a bikini-like top and skirt, straps crisscrossing along your stomach and back, thigh-high boots, and long leather gloves.

You didn’t say anything as you assessed their curse energy. They had little to none. If they touched you they would die.

Leave.

The command was spoken within your mind and sent to theirs.

Their eyes lost their shine and their bodies moved in sync. They began to walk away without a word and climbed back into their car. Just as they did the door opened.

“Took you guys long…”

“Hi, Choso.” You smiled at the man as his smile dropped.

“Oh…” his dead eyes looked even more deader, realizing who his guest was. “…it’s you.”

“It’s me.” You giggle lightly.

Choso looked behind you, eyes following the car moving down the street. After the headlight passed his face he looked down at you past his nose. “Did you send them away?”

“Yes!,” you nodded as if he were supposed to praise you. “I didn’t want to accidentally kill them and have a repeat of last time.” You speak matter-of-factly, “Then you guys would have been even more pissed at me.” You released a light chuckle but Choso wasn’t laughing.

Tough crowd…

You stood in awkward silence, fiddling with your fingers as you swayed a bit, hoping that the house had finally forgiven you for all the friends you killed. By accident of course! “Can I…come in…?”

Choso sighed, reaching to the side. You could see him a bit through the thin mosaic window. He was grabbing something that was hanging up by the door along with umbrellas, coats, and other things.

You heard the jingle as he pulled out the black and red collar with leash, a bell upon it. You sucked in a breath and held it, watching as he undid the collar and then looked at you.

“Get on your knees.”

Guess they were still mad at you.

You nodded, dropping right before the door. You could not enter until they invited you in.

Choso slid the leather around your neck and fixed it so it was snug. You fluttered your eyes at him, stomach churning hungrily-hoping he’d grace you with a sweet kiss when he was done, but he ignored you. When he finished he stood and tugged at the leash a few times.

“Come in slut.”

Inwardly you pouted while crawling inside. You just knew they were going to make your life difficult before they fed you.

You could most certainly find somewhere else to feast…

But their curse energy was just so addicting.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Two.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

[roleplay-finder-search]

[💞] +18 she/her looking for +18 partners. smufishing! 60/40 smut/plot longterm roleplay. A/B/O |O megaverse dynamics! 🕊️ themes!!(may include dubcon, "sex or death" trope, breeding and more)

MxM, FxF or MxFxM(I'll be doubling up as the M and F for this one). Trans and Nb muses welcome!

So. I read this plot a while ago in a fanfic(don't judge me). Basically. Muse A transformed into an omega late in life due to an unknown medical complication. Late omegas, as some call them, need extreme care as their first heat can be dangerous and lead to death if they aren't breeded. They go into the ER.

Muse B is a therapy Alpha, which is basically a breeding stud. They help beta marriages by inseminating the female, train newly-turned alphas into self control, and breed late omegas to avoid them dying. And, when muse A is admitted into the ER, muse B is quickly assigned to help them out.

Late omegas don't quite process the sudden change, so their heat lasts longer until their body processes the idea of being bred, so Muse A has to stay with Muse B for "therapy" until muse A is stable.

*For the MxFxM poly: Therapy Alphas have assistants(normally sterilized beta women) which help them during their rut and make sure they are healthy, Muse C is Muse B's assistant, and wife. They are more than welcome to the omegas and tend them both with care, and Muse A is no exception to this rule.

i want to play as muse A for this plot. And maybe double up as Muse C. I have no triggers! 2d or 3d face claims are more than welcome! Via discord!!

Semi literate and up, no one liners please! Third person past only.

Interact with this post or dm me and i'll reach out asap!! please, i'm craving this SO bad. 😭😭

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[kisses4kaia]

bridgerton season three: part two has me fucking screaming into my pillow holy shit

[evilgwrl]

Ghost x Reader x König

Paris

Summary: You were bored at home so your roommates gave you a visit to the Eiffel Tower!

CW (MDNI): MxFxM threesome, PIV (no protection, cream pie), oral (M receiving), degradation mixed with a bit of praise, rough sex, face fucking, spanking, one facial slap, talk of anal, slight ass play, the boys r a bit perverted and don’t rlly see u as a person when they’re fucking u, reader doesn’t orgasm but it’s insinuated she will after ;) sorry

Word Count: 1433

Masterlist

You weren’t sure what prompted this situation. Maybe it was your constant whining and bitching about how boring your small town was and how you were destined for more. It wasn’t your fault, their lack of talking always led you to yap more, and more, and more and they had to shut you up somehow.

The room was filled with splutters and gargles as König held your head down on Simon’s girthy cock, his angry mushroom head tickling your tonsils as you choked, bile threatening to rise before you were pulled off for a second. Your nose was running, drooling almost as you gasped for air, tear-shed eyes staring up at your roommates as you coughed.

“Not so talkative now are you, Liebe? Just needed a mouth full of cock, ja?”

König’s words were degrading, yet you found your wanton mouth panting as you chased the taste of Simon’s precum again, the salty tang quenching your throat as you kitten licked the tip, a hiss-sounding from his throat as you were guided back down his length again.

You let out a pleasant hum as your mouth shallowly bobbed around his cock, two hands working the remainder of his length in gentle flicks of your wrists. “Good fucking slut, hm? Dirty cock whore loves being used by her roommates, isn’t that right?”

You nodded in agreement, gargling around his member as you took more of him down your throat, a hand coming up to gently squeeze at his heavy balls, a light fuzz of pubic hair littering them. A gentle hand stroked your cheek as Simon groaned, bucking his hips further into your mouth as König muttered gentle praises about how good you were.

“That’s it baby, so fucking good at this. Just like that – fuck.”

You felt a warmth of satisfaction in your chest as you hollowed your cheeks against the throbbing cock that buried itself in the warmth of your mouth, your tongue flat against the veiny shaft as you traced along every one of them, Ghost’s hips stuttering before he let out a guttural groan, the taste of his thick cum gorging down your throat.

König pulled you away hastily as the finishing spurts landed on your parted lips, tongue quickly darting out to lap at the residue as you panted. “You deserve a treat for doing so good, don’t you Maus?”

You practically whined in response, thighs rubbing together as heat radiated off of you. Your throat was dry as you squeaked out a ‘yes’, desperate hands resting on Simon’s meaty thighs as he pulled you up, the pair leading you to your bed as wanting hands groped at any flesh they could find. You were far past embarrassment as they stripped you off, König’s actions rough as he flipped you onto your stomach, holding your hips up to present your aching holes to them.

Simon sucked in a heavy breath, his cock straining against his hand as he wrapped a hand around it carelessly, giving it slight tugs. Messy digits pulled your cheeks further up, the site of your gooey entrance beckoning them as your asshole puckered, coos leaving their lips as König pressed a thumb against the tight crevice, laughing at how your body jolted in reaction to the unusual sensation.

“Another day, Taube. Need to feel that wet mouth tonight.” His voice was rough and presiding, calloused hands reaching out to his belt as Ghost’s hands gripped the flesh off your ass, a rough smack landing on it as he watched in satisfaction at the jiggle.  

“Please,” you begged as you felt riotous digits rubbing at your slit, admiring the way your slick spilled from your twinging entrance. You were pulled back roughly, cotton burning your knees as you felt the familiar hardness you took in your mouth. Simon’s tip leaked precum once more as he spread the fluids in between your folds, nudging your sensitive bud as he barked out a laugh at your mewls.

“Desperate girl, aren’t you? Don’t know why it took us so long to do this.”

“Worth the wait, nein?”

Simon made a gruff noise as you buried your face into the sheet, a tight burn spreading across your body as you bit down on your blanket, a foreign stretch searing through you as you let out a pained whine. He laid a reassuring hand on the small of your back as he told you to relax, your legs spreading slightly as you let out shallow breaths.

“Fucking Jesus, she’s tight,” Simon barked, fingers spreading your cunt open as he sunk his cock in deeper, soft squelches sounding the room as he hissed in pleasure. You let out a wail as he bottomed out, your pussy stretched to the brim as you felt him nudge against your gummy cervix.

You let out a series of expletives as Ghost’s hands grabbed at your hips, gripping the flesh roughly, a series of bruises most likely to appear tomorrow. König’s hands reached out to lift your head, beady eyes welcomed by the site of an enraged cock, the tip a flushed purple, the impressive length supported by two handfuls of girth, sensitive veins visible as your mouth watered. Both were large, but as to be expected with the Austrian’s sheer size, he was bordering insanity and you clenched in both fear and arousal at him breaking in your tight ass like he suggested he would.

Ghost held your hips still as you attempted to rock against him, pussy aching in desperation as you huffed. “Patience,” he snapped, heavy hand sounding down on your ass, the crack sending vibrations through your body as you barked out a yelp.

“Horny thing,” König quipped as he gripped your mouth, holding it open before he leant down and spat in, strings of spit sliding down your throat as you wet your full lips, tongue darting out to lick at his sticky tip, flushed with his own arousal. The moan you sounded was pornographic as you felt Simon pull his aching cock out before thrusting it back into the hilt, the jiggle of your breasts sounding together as he kissed your sensitive spot.

Your mouth lapped around the Colonel’s cock, working the massive length into your throat slowly as you drowned it in your spit. You were a mess, your chin dribbled in slobber as you moaned and whined around König’s dick, horny hands gripping tightly at the shaft as he held your hair in a firm ponytail.

You looked up at him, doe-like eyes shedding with tears through wet lashes, a satisfied grunt leaving his lips as he guided you along his member, his thrusts matching with Simon’s as they worked you like a hooker, pounding both entrances with little respect, chasing their highs through desperate pounds.

“That’s it slut, taking us both at the same time.”

“Pathetic whore only shuts up when she’s stuffed with dick, schmutzig Mädchen,” König cooed perversely. Their thoughts were littered with perverted images of you, drowning you in their cum as they forced you to take them hour upon hour, bruising your holes and mounding their walls to the shape of their cocks.

You gargled around the giant man’s cock, every agonising thrust from Simon sending him further down your throat as you spluttered. “Jesus – gonna cum in this cunt, hm? Fucking breed your pussy? You would like that wouldn’t you?”

“F-Fuck – yes,” you begged, pulling away from König’s dick before he landed a harsh slap across your face, forcing you back down. You hummed around him happily, spit pooling at your chest, puckered nipples aching in the air as your tits bounced rhythmically.

Simon let out a satisfied laugh, his pace picking up as he slammed his hips against the flesh of your ass, heavy balls banging against your clit as you whined as well as you could. His pace faltered slightly, growing sloppier before he groaned once more, hot cum staining your walls as you choked, slowing your movements against König’s cock as he growled.

Rough hands gripped at the side of your head, holding it in place as he set a brutal force, shoving his member down your bruised throat as he growled before he pulled off from you, fists gripping his cock as he milked his length across your face, painting it with hot flashes of ejaculation. Your eyes closed as you collapsed, worn-out body shivering with pleasure as you felt the leak of Simon’s semen drooping from your abused cunt.

“We’ll let you rest for a moment, Liebling, but don’t forget we haven’t seen that pussy cum yet.”

Pic credits: @ave661

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All Bark and No Bite - 14

Surprise!! Plz enjoy this early chapter as my thanks for your patience:)

please read the note at the end!!

Masterlist /Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter Warnings: Afab/fem reader, smut, unprotected p in v, threesome (mxfxm), kissing, grinding, fingering, spanking, oral (m & f receiving), subspace, public(?) sex, Dom!Chan, Sub!reader, SoftDom! Hyunjin, kinda Switch!Felix?, unbalanced power dynamic, biting/claiming, blood, cursing, pet names, crying, begging, fluff, angst

WC: 10.6 k

It was a surprise to you that Seungmin wasn’t in bed with you when you woke up, given how absurdly late you both stayed up last night. In fact he must have gotten up quite earlier than you, given his spot in bed was now cold. He was known to be an early riser but you had assumed he would sleep in at least once. 

You rolled over groggily, barely able to make out the block lettering on the alarm clock beside the bed that read a glaring ‘11:56 am’. 

Holy shit how did you sleep-in that late? 

You shot out of bed in a hurry and clamored out of the room. You didn’t see anybody in the hall as you crept into the bathroom. After doing your business you were washing your hands when you took in your appearance. You attempted to flatten down your bed head after you splashed some water on your face. You were still in Seungmin's shirt, the garment falling to mid thigh and covering the panties you wore underneath.

You still didn’t see anyone when you went down the stairs, though you could hear humming coming from somewhere. Everyone must be partaking in a lazy sunday. You rounded a corner from the hall into the laundry room, and in your hurry ran into something. More like someone. 

“Well good morning, puppy. Or should I say good afternoon.” Seungmin snickered when you ran into him. 

“What are you doing?” You quizzed, steadying yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. 

“Nothing to worry your little puppy head with.” He tutted, you peaked your head up to look past him into the room and saw there were multiple piles of cleaned, and folded laundry. 

“Minnie! How long have you been up? And why didn’t you wake me?” You demanded, stomping your foot. 

He shrugged, his head leaning back and forth, “A couple hours maybe. And why would I wake you up? You needed your rest after I blew your back out yesterday.” 

You laid a smack to his shoulder, “Don’t say it like that! You’re a heathen!” He only laughed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. “Don’t laugh at me!” 

“Aww but you’re so funny. Yapping at me like this. Lemme handle it, just this once.” His other hand squished your cheeks together making you purse your lips. He gave you teasing kisses all over your face and to your lips. 

“Minnie!” You attempted to protest through your uncontainable giggling, only half trying to push him off. 

He hummed, “That’s right, say my name.” He gave you one more frisky smooch then released you. “Though, I think I preferred when you were screaming it when you were falling apart on my dick.” 

You felt your face heat up and were unable to meet his eyes, so you looked down with a pout. “You shouldn’t say such things aloud.” 

“Hmpf, why? It’s true. No sense in denying a fact, pup.” He pulled the collar of his shirt away, showing you the red imprints left by your teeth from the previous night. “ And from how deep this bite is, I’d say you liked it too.” He wore a proud smirk when you tentatively brought your fingers up to the wound you made on his otherwise perfect flesh. The beta let out a purr when you subconsciously leaned closer, and pressed your lips tenderly to the marred bite.

“I did like it,” you whispered when you pulled away. “What I don’t like is when one of my boys doesn’t let me do my part.” 

“From my perspective you’ve done your part plenty.” he had a smirk

“You know what I mean. I need to help around the house, I need to take care of you boys. It’s literally in my nature. Please, Minnie?” You fluttered your lashes, trying to appeal to his sweet side. 

He thought for a second then sighed, “Fine puppy. You win. You wanna help?” he asked as he backed up into the room. You nodded enthusiastically. “Then you can take this load up for me.” He hands you a basket full of neatly folded clothes. 

You took it from his hands, “To your room?” 

“Nuh uh.” He shook his head. “To Minhos.” 

Seungmin swore he could see your heart literally sink. 

“If it’s too much for you, I can take it to him..” He reached to take the basket back from you but you moved out of his reach. 

“No, I can do it. It’s not a big deal.” You attempted to shrug in nonchalance, though you had a feeling he could see right through you. You gave him a shaky smile when he looked like he wanted to interfere. “It’s ok Minnie. Really. I’ll take it up there now.” You turned on your heel with a quickness. 

He murmured something that you didn’t catch as you left the room, laundry in hand. A quiet be careful on his lips. 

Your feet felt heavy as you trudged up the steps to Minhos room. Neither of you had spoken to each other since the fight you got into the day before. Coming up to his door you felt incredibly nervous, unsure if you should knock or just open it. You didn’t know if he was even in there or if he would be receptive to you if he was. 

“Don’t be such a little bitch, Y/n.” You muttered, steeling your anxiety the best you could, and raising your fist slowly before giving timid knocks to the wood. 

You held your breath as you listened for any sign of life, and it hitched when you heard a quiet “Come in.” 

Fuck, he is in there. 

You held the basket with one arm as you slowly opened the door, a quiet creek was the only thing breaking through the silence. Minho was laying on his bed, leaning against his headboard with a laptop on his lap. He lightly straightened up at seeing it was you who requested entry into his space.  His cat-like eyes narrowed at you, then to the basket you held tightly in your arms. 

“I uh- I have your clothes.” You stuttered lamely. 

Minho gestured to his closet with his head, never taking his eyes off of you. “You can set it by the closet.” You nodded in understanding but didn’t reply. Initially the goal was to move in and out as quickly and efficiently as possible, but now that you're here in his space you found yourself taking timid apprehensive steps. Your body felt ridgid as he watched you. You would later blame it on the overwhelming tannin rich musk that permeated all around you for making you dizzy. 

You were bent over setting down the basket by his wardrobe with shaky hands when he spoke again. 

“Cute panties.”

You shot back up briskly and pulled your shirt down to cover you further. Somehow you had completely forgotten you didn’t have any pants on. You went to spin on your heels to hightail it out of there but you were met with his imposing figure standing directly behind you. You didn’t even sense his movement until suddenly he was right there. You put your hand on your heart in shock, a quiet gasp barely escaping.

“Why’re you so on edge?” His tone was mildly inquisitive, albeit a bit bored sounding. 

You chose to ignore his question, instead asking your own “What are you doing?” You tried to keep your voice firm and you almost did if not for the small quiver in your tone. He didn’t respond, choosing to offer you a shrug before he abruptly grabbed your body and spun you back around. “Minho!” 

The beta lifted his hand up to the collar of the shirt you’re wearing and yanked it down to expose your shoulder, his eyes zeroing in on the newest addition. He traced over the healing wound, feeling its ridges and divots. “This one is pretty deep. Seung has some sharp ass teeth.” He pressed lightly into the skin making you whine. “Careful omega, get enough of these and you may just make me jealous.”  

Minho removed his hands and straightened your shirt out, then he spun you back around. “And why would you be jealous, Minho? You wanna take a bite outta me?” 

He snorted as if amused by your taunt, “ Keep up your attitude and biting won’t be the only thing I do to you.” 

You tilted your face up to try and glare at him, “You can’t scare me.” 

“You wanna bet?” 

There was an involuntary shiver when he repeated the menacing words he had said to you yesterday, causing him to smirk as if he had won some sort of silent battle. 

“Thank you for bringing my clothes up. I think it’s time you scamper back to your rabbit hole like a good little bunny now, hm?” He patted your head and gestured his hand to the door you had previously come through. Everything about his tone was so condescending. 

You just scoffed and stomped to his door, yanking it open and slamming it behind you. His laugh at your rage made you want to scream. You turned back towards his door, sticking your tongue out and flipping it off silently. 

“What are you doin, baby?” 

“AHH” You shrieked, quickly turning around to find Hyunjin behind you, now laughing his ass off. In fact he was laughing so hard he leaned against the wall clutching his stomach as he wheezed. His eyes crinkled and a tear threatened to fall. “Hyunjin!!” 

“I’m- sorry- baby.” He said between his laughter, attempting to contain himself. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Yeah well…” You felt your face heat up as you avoided looking at him. 

“Oh baby, I’m sorry, come er.” He started to feel bad about scaring you, even if it was an accident. He pushed off the wall and gathered you into his embrace. “Lemme make it better.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, his long hair getting in your face and tickling your nose. Then he slathered you in his wet smooches. 

You giggled in his arms, attempting escape. “Ok ok I forgive you Jinnie.” 

He stopped kissing you but didn’t let you go yet, “I was looking for you. Get ready, we’re going on a date.” 

Your eyes widened and shined at the prospect, “A date?” Your voice was filled with excitement. 

“Uh huh, a proper date for my girl. Wear one of those cute sundresses you have.” He kissed your lips tenderly then he let you go. “You have thirty minutes to get ready, starting….. Now!” He smacked your butt to send you into action. 

You wasted no time, sprinting to your room to change your clothes. On the way you passed Chan who was exiting his office. “Woah where are you going, speed racer?” 

“Gotta get ready!” You called as you continued on your path. You heard him start to follow you as you went into your room and trifled through your closet.

“Get ready for what, my love?” He leaned against the door jam as he watched in amusement as you fluttered around the room. 

“Jinnie is gonna take me on a date!” You had a huge grin on your face as you compared dresses. “He said to wear one of my dresses but I have no idea what one would fit the vibe.” 

“Hmmm, I say go with the white one. Makes your eyes sparkle.” He came up to sit on your bed as you held the blue one up to yourself, “Yeah that one suits you.” 

“Mm, yeah you’re right it is very pretty.” You agreed, then began stripping your current pjs off. 

Chans eyes met your bare chest and he let out a low groan, “ gotta warn a man before you go throwing your clothes off, makes me not wanna let you go with Hyunjin and keep you here all to myself.” 

You giggled at him, “You’re cute.” You pulled your panties down and quickly pulled up a new pair. You squealed when his arms shot out and grabbed you, hauling you on top of him so you were straddling him. “Channie, I gotta get ready!” 

“Hmpf, you’re breaking my heart here baby.” He threw his head back dramatically as if you had actually wounded him. “But I guess I could let you go for a while.” He acted like he was toying with the idea, his head moving side to side. “If tonight I get you all to myself, hm?” 

“Promise, you can have me allllll to yourself, alpha.” You stuck your pinky out and he took it with his own, sealing your promise. “Now I seriously have to get ready, Hyunjin only gave me thirty minutes.” 

“You’re six minutes late, baby.” Hyunjin was pouting when you met him outside after getting ready. 

“I had like no time! What do you expect from me, I’m just a girl.” You threw your hands up comically, causing him to chuckle at your antics. It was only then you noticed the large basket and blanket he held in his arms. “Are we going on a picnic?!” 

He laughed once again at your excitement. “Yeah, I thought we could take advantage of the beautiful weather.” He tucked the blanket under his arm so he could hold his hand out for you to take, which you did with no hesitation. “I know a spot not too far from the house.” 

Hyunjin led you into the woods away from the house. As you got further and further away you came upon a clearing. More like a meadow, with pops of color exploding in a wild arrange of flowers that clustered the ground. It looked untouched by man, beautiful and vibrant. Like a secret hideaway. 

“Oh Jinnie, it’s beautiful.” You put your hand to your heart as you admired the meadow. The way the tall grass swayed in the breeze, and the way the birds chirped excitedly was very mesmerizing. 

“Yeah, it really is.” You were too busy staring at the beauty in front of you to notice Hyunjin was staring directly at you. He cleared his throat after a second, and nodded towards the field. “Lets set up around here?” 

“Perfect!” You grinned, taking the blanket from him and you spread it out on the ground. It wasn’t a traditional red and white checkered one you would see in the movies; instead it was green and the print had little yellow bumble bees on it. “This is a really cute blanket, Jin.” 

He blushed, setting down the basket on top of the corner before plopping himself down. “Thanks, it’s uh- it’s my go too when I come out here. It’s good for inspiration.” 

“Inspiration hmm?” You inquired, sitting down beside him. 

“Mhmm, for when I’m painting. This is kinda my go to spot.” He reached into the pack he brought and pulled out two small canvases along with some brushes. “I actually kinda thought we could maybe paint together? If you want to.” 

“I would love to paint with you! Though I’ll warn you, mine won’t look even a fraction as good as what you’ll make.” 

“Baby, don’t you know? Perfection can only make perfection.” You swooned when he leaned in to kiss you, cupping the side of your face in his big hand. You practically melted into him when he let out a purr of satisfaction. All too soon he pulled away, “ And you, my angel, are the definition of flawless.” 

“You can’t say things like that.” You looked down, flustered by his sentiment. There was a distinct fluttering in the pit of your stomach. 

“Why not, baby? Don’t you like it?” He was smirking, pulling paints out of the basket next then a covered platter of strawberries.  

“I’m anything but perfect Hyunjin.” 

“Why would you say that, y/n?” His smile dropped when he saw how serious your statement was. You looked away, trying not to meet his eyes. “Baby, hey, you can talk to me.”  

You sniffled, finally meeting his gaze with a teary expression. “You all keep singing my praises, but I feel like all I’ve caused is drama and pain.” He looked like he was about to interject but you continued, “ Drama with my heat, drama with Minho, drama with Seungmin and… Felix. I know he’s hurting, Jinnie. I can feel it. A perfect person wouldn’t have let any of that happen.” 

“Oh baby.” He pulled you into his arms, tucking you into his chest. “First of all, the situation with your heat was not your fault. It’s those fucking suppressants fault. Second, Min can be a dick sometimes, it’s a complex he has for not being born an alpha.” He began to pet your head. “ Thirdly, Brynn had it coming, she was a bitch and needed to be brought down to earth. And as far as Felix goes, this whole arrangement made by Chan won’t last forever. His power trip will end soon enough, it always does.” 

“I try not to let it get to me, but it’s all piling up inside. There is so much guilt I don’t know what to do with it.” You wiped your eyes of the falling tears. 

“I have a feeling that nothing I say is going to be necessarily helpful, but I hope you listen when I say you really are perfect, especially for our family.” Hyunjin pressed more kisses to your head. “If you have feelings you don’t know what to do with, why not try painting it out baby?” 

You nodded against him, “ Is that what you do, Hyun?” 

“Mmhmm, I find it really helps me get out what I can’t verbally express sometimes.” 

You went to remove yourself from his lap and sat across from him, and he began to set up the painting supplies. “I’m not particularly good at art, so you have to promise not to laugh.” 

“Baby you know if anyone was going to laugh at you it’s not me.” He chuckled and pat your knee. “And it’s ok if you’re not good, it’s all about expressing yourself.” 

He handed you a canvas and you selected your brush, settling the canvas on your knees. You looked around for inspiration. There were a ton of different flowers you could choose from out here in the meadow. You wanted to make something cute, something meaningful. 

“Ready, baby?” 

You nodded with a smile, dipping your brush in the paint and beginning your masterpiece. 

So maybe it wasn’t quite a ‘masterpiece’ but you did your best! It was legible and honestly, that was enough for you. Hyunjin had finished his long before you had, and had opted to admire you while you concentrated. He secretly snapped little photos of you with your eyebrows creased and your tongue poking out just slightly as you worked. It was now his new homescreen on his phone. 

You placed the finishing touches on the art and held it up victoriously. “Done!” You only then noticed him lounging peacefully, done with his own. “Damn I didn’t know you were waiting on me, I’m sorry Jin.” 

“Not a problem, love. I enjoyed watching my girl.” He sat back up, “ You’re cute when you concentrate on something.” 

You looked down shyly, then back at him to see him grinning at how adorable he thought you were. “Just show me what you made.” You mumbled, changing the subject. 

He laughed, “You got it, baby.” He grabbed his now almost dry painting, turning it around for you to see it. He had done a beautiful rendition of the meadow you sat in. It was literally picture perfect. It could have been a carbon copy. 

“Wow Jinnie, that is incredible!” You leaned closer to look at the details. “How did you accomplish this much in such a short amount of time?!” You were bewildered. 

He shrugged, “Eh I come out here a lot. Now show me what you made!” 

“Remember, you promised not to laugh.” You pointed an accusatory finger at him, and he dramatically crossed his heart. “Ok, here it is.” You turned your canvas around to reveal what you had created. 

It was a picture of a Bee, sitting in a bright purple flower. You had attempted to make a tulip but it came out looking more like a generic flower and the bee looked more like a yellow and black blob. 

“Aww baby! It’s so cute!!” He gushed, eyes roaming the picture. “It’s a bee in a flower right?” 

“Yeah,” You beamed, happy he knew what it was. “ I wanted to make something fitting for our time out here.” You gestured down to his bee blanket you both sat upon. 

“You are too precious, love. I’m gonna hang this up in the living room for all to see!” He reached for your art but you pulled away with a giggle. 

“It’s not that good Hyune, not nearly as good as yours. That's the one we should be hanging up, not this silly thing.” 

“The only silly thing is your attitude. I know a masterpiece when I see one and this gem is top notch.” It was cute how he tried to hype you up. “Now give it here.” 

He lunged for you suddenly, and since you weren’t expecting the ambush it caused you to drop your freshly painted canvas… face side down onto your white dress. You gasped when it fell from your hands onto the front of your dress. “Ahh no!” 

“Shit! Baby, I'm sorry!” In his panic he dragged the painting down the front of you when he tried to move himself away, the bright colors smearing across the dress. “Fuck I’m making it worse!” 

You looked down at the damage, seeing an array of shaded mixing onto the fabric. 

“Hyunjin….” You were too calm for his comfort. He was expecting you to cry. “This is the first time I’ve gotten to wear this dress…” He missed the slow creep of your hand and the way it dipped into the blue paint that was still out.

“I know! First thing when we get back home I’ll scrub it out!” He grabbed a napkin and furiously began to wipe at the stain, deepening it instead. 

“Actually, I have a better idea of how you can make it up to me.” You had an evil tone in your voice that made him look up at your face, just as you brought your hand up to smear the blue paint across his cheek. 

He gasped and pulled away briskly, his eyes wide in shock at your actions. 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you at his shocked expression. “Now we’re even. You look good in blue, Jinnie.” 

“So that’s the game we’re playing, huh baby?” 

“What?” You asked but were cut off when he flung the still dirty paintbrush at you, yellow paint getting on your arm. “Hyunjin!” 

“Don’t dish it if you can't take it!” His laugh was cut off when you grabbed the bottle of red and squirted him with it, the color getting all over his shirt. He retaliated by wiping his hands through the mess on his shirt and lunging for you again, red hands wiping all over your sides. 

You attempted to dive out of the way with a squeal, but only ended up laying on the other colors causing them to spill and cover yourself in them. Your hands lathered themselves in the offending paints and you rubbed them on as much of Hyunjin as you could reach. 

The whole time both of you were laughing and shrieking as you were both getting covered in the substance. Somehow you got under him completely, and he caged you in. Your thighs were spread and he laid between them. His hair was dripping in purple paint, the color falling into your own hair. You could only imagine how insane you both looked. 

“You are a little menace, aren't you?” Hyunjin was catching his breath from laughing so hard. 

“You started it!” You protested, swiping his nose again. 

He looked down between your bodies, “And now I’m gonna finish it. Looks like we only have one spot left to paint on you, doll.” He giggled and leaned down, capturing your lips with his own. You immediately threw your hands up to his shoulders, pulling him in closer. He let some of his weight fall on you gently, and rolled his hips into your core. 

You whimpered against his mouth, and the sound spurred him on to do it again. Hyunjin's body rolled into you a little harsher, relishing in the sounds of enthusiasm that left you in return. You could feel his bulge growing in his pants as he teased it against your clothed core. “Jinnie. Want you.” 

He nibbled on your bottom lip for a second, then licked the skin. “Oh yeah, Baby? You missed your Jinnie?” 

“Mhm. Missed the way you feel in me.” You couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth, the truth in them just spilling out. 

“Fuck, gorgeous. The other boys are corrupting you. Turning you all dirty. You don’t even care we’re out here in the open.” His hands moved down to grip your thighs, his hot palms parting them even further as he ground down. “Turns me on so much.” 

You were getting wetter by the second, your body reacting to him immensely. You let your hips buck into him as you searched for more friction. “Been too long without you, Jinnie.” 

“Mm I know, omega.” He cooed, his fingers sliding up the sides of your thighs and to the hem of your panties. “Been waiting for you too, my love.” He pulled them down your thighs, exposing your glistening center to the outside air. “I can’t use my fingers on you since they are covered in paint. Do you think you could take me without me stretching you out, baby?” 

You nodded rapidly. You were so wet you knew you could take him. “Yes Jinnie, I can take you. Can take all of you.” 

He groaned as he drug his own pants and underwear down, his member slapping at his stomach from the force. He then bucked his hips up, causing his dick to slide through your folds and wetting his tip. 

He went to line himself up to push in when you stopped him, “Wait!” He paused instantly, looking at you with wide eyes and his body rigid like he had done something wrong. “What about umm… protection?” 

He visibly relaxed, “Had me scared for a second baby.” He chuckled. “Did you take your birth control yesterday and today?” 

“Umm yeah, I did.” 

“Then we’re all good. I checked with Channie Hyung earlier and he said since you're on a fast acting prescription I’m allowed to defile you in every way.”  He had a smirk on his face. 

“Oh.” You gulped, clenching around nothing. 

“Though I will admit,” He began as he rubbed himself into you some more, on the precipice of pushing in. “ the idea of cumming on you instead of inside, really does something to me.” You groaned at his words. “Mm you want that, baby? Want me to mark your skin with more than just paint?” 

“Yes Jinnie. I want it so much.” 

“I’ll give it to you, sweet omega.” He rolled his hips at a perfect angle, sending his full length into you. Your back arched at the intrusion, and you pulled him flush against you. “Ngghh so tight, baby. Still so so tight around me.” You clenched at his sentiment. “Fuck, keep clenching like that and your gonna make me cum too soon.” 

Hyunjin set a slow pace as he thrust into you, one of his hands held up one of your thighs and the other was pulling down the top of your dress to expose your bare chest to him. He immediately leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the bud for a minute then switched to the other one. You hadn’t worn a bra under the dress as it came with cups built in so there was no need. You were mentally high fiving yourself for making that choice.

You let out a loud moan when his dick snapped into you at the perfect angle, hitting the sweet spot within you. When he noticed he found it, he repeated that same motion over and over again. The pleasure was so good you started to shake with the impending orgasm.

Your slick was sloshing out of you with every movement, soaking the paint stained blanket underneath. “Oh my god, baby. I can feel you getting close. Can feel the way your body begs to cum. Let go, baby. Show me that beautiful sight I’ve been craving so much.” 

At his permission, the band in your core snapped. You came with a wail of his name, “Hyyyunnjiinnnnnnn oh my god.” and you dug your fingers into the fabric of the shirt he still wore. 

When he felt you clamp down on him, Hyunjin knew he was a goner. He stalled his hips for only a moment as he pulled out of you a mere second before releasing his essence onto your folds and lower stomach with a shudder. His eyes zeroed in on the bite marks on your shoulder and he lowered his mouth back to your chest where he laid his own devilish bite to your skin, right above your right breast. 

You squirmed from the sensation, his emotions flooding through the bite into you. Though you could feel him break the skin, the pain didn’t come. Hyunjin wore his heart on his sleeve and now you were definitely feeling it. “Jinnie..” He let go of your skin, his breathing hard. “Jinnie, can I bite you now too?” 

His eyes shone at your question, and the animal within him growled in response. With no hesitation he ripped down the collar of his shirt and presented himself to you. “I would never want for anything again, if you claimed me as yours, my sweet omega.” 

You leaned up and first kissed the skin where his neck and shoulder met, running along it with your tongue before you sunk your teeth into him. Hyunjin twitched and moaned when you claimed him. He could feel how much love you had inside of you and he wanted to drown in it. He considered himself lucky to even be around you, but having the girl of his dreams bite him in return? Now he was just blessed. 

You let go of him and licked the wound, stopping it from dripping. He brought himself up to hover above you now as he took in the state of you both. Both of your lips still marred in blood and bodies covered in an array of paint. 

“That was insane.” You breathed out once you stopped panting, running your hands along his back. 

“That’s how you make me feel, baby. Insane.” He pecked your lips with a gentle smile. Then he sat up and let you sit up as well. “I think we should probably get our shit together. We got a big mess to clean.” 

You looked around at the mess you created. “Yeah you’re right. This may not have been our smartest idea.” 

He shrugged, “It was fun though, yeah?” 

You giggled, “So much fun.” You kissed his lips again, then began to clean up. 

It wasn’t until an hour later that you both finally got back to the house. You had hoped to sneak in unnoticed by the rest of the pack, but of course it could never be that easy. 

“What the hell happened to you guys?!” 

And of course it was Jisung who noticed you both, exclaiming his question loudly for all to hear. The beta was sat outside on the porch with a bowl of ice cream in his lap, spoon hanging out of his mouth. 

You cringed when you noticed him sitting there, trying to hide behind Hyunjin- whose face was burning red now. “Nothing, Ji. Pretend this never happened!” Hyunjin tried to shuffle past Jisung but was stopped at the door by Jeongin. 

“Woah what the actual fuck did you guys do?!” The young alpha popped his head out of the door, hearing Jisungs initial inquiry. 

You groaned from your place behind Hyunjin, stepping out to set a hand on your hip. “We had fun, that’s what happened.” You huffed, trying to hide your pure embarrassment. 

Both of the other boys' eyes scoured your figure, taking note of the red hand prints on your upper thighs and the bite mark peeking up from your cleavage, though it was mostly hidden. 

“Yeah, looks like you had a ton of fun, baby.” Jisung snickered, throwing his arm up to block the smack coming from Hyunjin. 

You crossed your arms and stuck your nose in the air snootily, “Hmpf, laugh all you want. I have paint in places where paint should never be, so if you’ll excuse me I need to shower.” You stomped past the laughing boys, Hyunjin coming in behind you. 

“You go on and shower up, love. I’ll take care of this mess.” 

“Are you sure, Jinnie? I really don’t mind cleaning up.” 

He shook his head, “Nah, I got it. You’re more covered than I am anyways. I’ll catch you in a while, ok?” He pecked your lips when you nodded in agreement. “Love you.” 

“Love you Jinnie.” You made your way up the stairs and to your room to get some clothes. 

“Is that my omega I hear?” Chans voice flooded your ears when he rounded the corner into your room. “There you are swee- woah baby what happened?” He paused his movements when he saw you. 

You smacked your palm to your forehead with a sigh, “That’s everyone's big question. Jinnie and I did a little painting today. And we may have gotten carried away.” You gave him a sheepish grin. 

“Uh huh, I can see that.” He approached you and grabbed your hand, spinning you around to see all the damage. “ I always knew you were a work of art, now it’s just been confirmed.” 

“Don’t be corny.” You giggled, pulling him into a kiss. “I need to shower. I can feel all this paint drying on my skin.” 

“Go hop in baby. I’ll grab you some of my clothes for you to wear.” He patted your butt to send you out of the room. 

“Yes sir!” You saluted dramatically and skipped into his room and to his bathroom. 

You missed the way he groaned at the title you called him, and the way he cupped his growing bulge through his black sweats. He couldn’t wait to play with you later. 

You came back downstairs a while later, freshened up like the paint fight never even happened. Though, the light throb of your most recent claiming bite reminded you it was very much real. It was approaching evening, and you hadn't made breakfast so that means you could finally cook dinner for your pack. 

Entering the kitchen you start rifling through the fridge and cabinets looking for what you can make. Luckily you found everything you would need to make pasta and a homemade alfredo sauce. You got to work quickly, feeling in your element as you cooked and prepared. You cut up some chicken as well as some veggies to throw in. 

You couldn’t help but to think about what happened with Hyunjin. How he has said Channie gave him the okay to…Cum in you. How he now had permission to do the thing everyone had been so precautious of since Felix defied. You would have to clarify with your alpha later.

You were almost done with everything when you heard footsteps entering the kitchen. You could tell exactly who it was, since you were getting used to each of the boys you were catching on to how they each moved. 

“Hey babycakes.” You were right, it was Changbin who came in. He must have smelt the food and come to investigate. “What are you cookin in here, gorgeous? It smells amazing, had me drooling since I pulled up the driveway.” 

“Alfredo.” You answered, leaning back into him when he came up behind you. “It was one of my faves growing up. Where did you run off to today?” 

He kissed the top of your head and put his hands on your hips. “I hit the gym with a new friend I met the other day at the diner. Next time you should come, baby. Build some muscle in these little arms.” He pinched your arm lightly in jest. 

“I’ll think about it.” You hummed, squirming away from him. “ Maybe I’ll get swole enough to kick your ass.” You put your first up mock menacingly, shaking it at him. 

Changbin laughed and grabbed your lifted fist, curling his own fingers over it, “Careful there, slugger. These things are already registered weapons.” 

You winked, “Don’t you forget it.” You then turned back to your task. “Hey Binnie, can you please grab some plates for me so I can set the table?” 

“Absolutely baby.” He got the plates from the cabinet and took them into the dining room. “Don’t worry about setting the table, I got it.” He said when he came back to get cutlery. 

“Thank you Bin, that is very helpful.” You smiled at him, making his heart swell and the alpha within him purr. 

“Anything for my omega.” He kissed your lips and took a bowl of pasta from your grasp, taking it to the table.

“Mmmm what is goin on in here?” Jisung was the next to come in to investigate, his boba eyes taking in the meal you had prepared. 

“Just dinner, Ji. Actually it’s great you're here, can you please alert the rest of the pack that dinner is done and to come down to the table, please?” 

“Of course my sweet lover.” He had a sing-songy voice as he skipped away. 

It only took a few minutes before all the boys were gathered around the table and all serving up their food (after they all thanked you for making such a delicious meal, of course).

“So what are we thinkin, movie night?” Seungmin looked around at everyone as he suggested it. 

Chan nodded, swallowing his last bite. “Yeah a nice night in sounds great. What do you think, my love?”

“Good to me! I just wanna chill tonight, I’m a little tired.” You stood to begin clearing empty plates. 

Jeongin snorted, “Yeah I imagine you would be after your messy day with Jinnie.” He had a smirk, and laughed when you tried to pinch him as you picked up his plate. 

“Messy? What happened?” Felix was confused, clearly distraught at being kept out of the loop.

Hyunjin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Ah Baby and I just went on a little picnic date, that's all.” 

“Are you suuuuurrrreeeee that’s all that happened Hyung?” The young alpha pressed teasingly. “Are you sure that you both didn’t come back covered in paint from head to toe, looking like you were mauled by a bear?” 

“More like a ferret.” Jisung murmured, then broke into giggles when the alpha boy high fived him. 

Hyunjin shrugged, though the blush to his cheeks gave away his lack of nonchalance. “What happens in the woods, stays in the woods. Right angel?” 

You nodded, “Right Jin.” 

“Even so, it sounds like Innie and Ji just signed themselves up for clean up duty. Ain't that right boys?” It was Chan now who said it, raising his brow and looking at the two guys expectantly. 

They both sighed and began to clean up the table, knowing it wasn’t worth arguing over. Though it didn’t stop them from mumbling how unjust and unfair it was the whole time.

By the time the sun had completely set you all had gathered in the living room, watching ‘Harry Potter’. You were all starting with the first one and decided to watch at least one out of the series every sunday until all had been watched. 

You were cozied up with Chan on the loveseat, with him holding you securely against his chest while you sat in his lap. Jisung was curled up beside you with your legs thrown over his lap. Hyunjin and Jeongin were in front of the loveseat on the floor, leaning back up against it and giving you perfect reach to play with their hair. Minho, Seungmin and Changbin all sat on the bigger sofa together.

 That just left Felix in the recliner. Sat alone with a perfect view of you being touchy with the other pack mates. The beta tried to focus on the movie, he really did. And he almost made it all the way through- until he saw Chans hand slide up the side of your thigh to your bare hip and the shirt you wore rode up to show off a sliver of your panties. What he has missed though, was the flicker of the alphas eyes over to the younger boy as he touched you. By that point the need to touch you was eating him alive and he could no longer sit there. 

The beta felt himself sniffle subconsciously, then he stood from his place abruptly, drawing attention from everyone else at the sudden movement. “Sorry, I’m not… I gotta go.” Felix apologized and ducked his head, speeding out of the living room.  

You shifted like you were going to go after him, but settled back into submission against your alpha; as much as it pained you to do so, you knew you couldn’t help him right now. Chan was pleased with your choice, tilting your chin up to place a delicate kiss to your pouty lips as a reward for learning the lesson. 

 Everyone's positions in this room did not go unnoticed by the alpha. It seemed like everything fell perfectly into place for Chan when Felix had sat alone on the other side of the room. As he predicted, Hyunjin stood next to Felix to calm him down. Two down. 

By the end credits Jisung was falling asleep next to you, his weight leaned on you. Chan was the one to wake him with a poke. “Hannie, I think you better head off to bed. You’re drooling all over the place.” 

“Mmnm don’t wanna.” He grumbled in return. 

Chan sent a pleading look to Minho on the other couch, the beta sighing then standing and coming over to haul the boy off of you. “Alright, come on Sungie. Let's get you to bed.” Min tried to haul the younger beta up but Jisung defiantly dead weighted himself so he couldn’t be moved. “You are such a child. Bin, can you help me please?” 

The alpha came to help, grabbing Jisung up from the loveseat with ease as the younger protested sleepily. Together they took him up to bed (after Ji and Bin gave you good night kisses). 

Chan laid a couple kisses on your arm, making you giggle. He then shifted his eyes quickly to Seungmin, hoping the beta would take the hint. Luckily he did. Seungmin stood with an exasperated yawn, “Man I am beat. I’m gonna head up to bed. Jeongin, let’s go.” 

The alpha boy looked up confused, “Huh? If you’re tired, why do I have to go to bed?” 

Seungmin huffed with an eye roll, “Dude don’t make me spell it out for you. Let’s go. It’s late anyways.” He grabbed Jeongin by his shirt collar and pulled him up with him. 

“Fine, fine, hands off you ass!” 

Both boys also gave you good night kisses before they went on their way up. 

You had wanted to ask him about what Hyunjin said earlier, and now seemed like the only time. “Channie, can I ask you something?” 

“Of course, my love. What’s on your mind?”

“Well..” You twiddled with your thumbs nervously. “When I was with Jinnie earlier today, he said you had given your permission to.. Umm.. fuck this is embarrasing. Did you say it was ok to cum in me now since I’m on fast acting birth control?” 

He didn’t expect you to come right out with it, his shock making him chuckle. “Yes baby. That was my stipulation to the guys. No filling up my girl until you were on birth control. Luckily we got prescribed a good brand from the Doctor. He gave the okay so I did in return.” 

You let out the breath you were holding. “Ok ok, cool. I’m glad I asked. It was killing me not knowing for sure. I mean not that I don’t trust Jinnie, cuz I do, with my life, but sometimes I can’t help but worry and after what happened last time you can never be too sure, right?” 

“Baby, you're rambling. It’s ok, thank you for making sure. Good omega.” He petted you tenderly to calm you. 

“Should we head to bed too Channie? It is getting late.” You suggested, willfully ignorant to his schemes. 

“Nah, I’m not that tired. Wanna watch another movie?” You nodded in response, and went to move off of him now that there was more space to sit. He grabbed you and held you on him, “Where do you think you're going, baby? Didn’t we agree I would get you all to myself?” 

“Yes alpha.” You suppressed a laugh at how cute he was. “I do recall something like that.” 

“Exactly. Now you're staying right here, where you belong, hm?” He tickled your sides when you didn’t respond this time, making you laugh loudly. “C’m on omega, tell me when you belong.” 

“On.. your.. Lap.” You managed to get out between cackles, his fingers only relenting when you answered. 

“That’s right baby. Now since you were right, I’ll let you pick the next movie.” He grabbed the remote and handed it to you. 

“Can I pick anything I want?” 

“Yep, anything for you my love.” 

You grinned evilly and typed in the movie you had been itching to watch. 

“I can’t believe you’re making me watch ‘Twilight’.” 

“You said I could pick whatever I wanted! This is what I want!” 

Chan groaned in boredom for what had to be the fifth time since starting the movie. “Is this really what girls are into? Old men who stalk them and tell them they’re his ‘personal brand of heroine’ as if that shit isn’t creepy!” 

“Channie, don’t act like what you say isn’t poetic like that too! You are just as bad!” You huffed. 

The alpha checked the time on his phone discreetly, noticing it was nearing ten pm. Perfect. “I’ve never considered myself good with words.” He tilted your head slightly and started to kiss your neck. You let out a sigh of content. “ Kinda always thought my romantic talents were laid in other ways.” You whimpered when he gave a harsh suck to your flesh. “Want me to show you, baby?” 

“Out-out here in the living room?” You stuttered when his hands started to travel back under your shirt. 

“Mmhmm.” He hummed, “It’s my house, I can have you wherever I want.” His rough hands slid up your sides and to your breasts under the shirt. He ran his thumbs across your nipples, toying with the hardened buds. Then an idea popped into his mind. “But you were set on watching this movie… So your gonna watch it.” He suddenly turned your body so you were sitting with your back against his chest, and your front facing the tv. Also facing the entry way into the room. 

You gasped when he grabbed your jaw softly and made you watch the tv. “Channie, what…” 

“Watch your movie, baby. Alphas got you.” He then tugged your shirt up and over your head, so now you sat there almost naked other than your panties. “Mm so pretty. Look at all these pretty marks on you, omega.” He sloppily kissed each one, at the same time he resumed his playing with your nipple with one hand. The other was toying with the hem of your panties. 

You let out a quiet whimper when he tugged on the bud. Trying to focus on the movie was becoming a nearly impossible task. You could vaguely register what was happening, it appeared to be the baseball scene. Then he tugged harder. You couldn’t help the light grind of your hips at the sensation. Having his hands on you made you instantly wet, the slick accumulating quickly from your core. Your body naturally reacted to him this way, he could look at you a certain way and it could get you going. (A fact you would never share with him, less you feed his ego even more)

“Can smell you, ‘mega. You're leaking such a delicious scent.”  He nosed your skin as he was totally engulfed in the aroma. It was so thick and syrupy, he was sure it was starting to drip from the walls.  At his words you ground down again, feeling his thickness under your ass. “Are you getting impatient, baby? “

“Mmhmm” You only hummed in return. 

He cooed, “ok baby, Alpha will play with his baby.” With lithe fingers he slowly pulled your panties down your hips and off your thighs, leaving you now completely naked on his lap. A string of arousal followed the fabric as they fell to the floor, Chan groaning at the sight. “Fuck love, is that all for me?” 

“Uh huh. For you Channie.” You nodded rapidly, moaning when those same fingers ran their tips along your folds. Chan used his knees to separate your legs even further, putting your center on full display. He collected the slick that was dripping out of you, and brought the digits up to slowly circle your clit. You threw your head back onto his shoulder and shut your eyes at the feeling. You both could tell you were quickly falling into subspace, letting Chan take care of you completely. 

In fact you were becoming so out of it, that you missed the sound of footsteps coming down the hall closer to the living room, and stopping before the threshold. Chan, though, did not. 

“Come on out, Lix.” 

Felix was coming back down for his nightly vitamin he takes every night at ten pm. He keeps it in the kitchen so he can also grab some water before bed. It was his daily routine. One he never missed. What he didn’t expect was to be bombarded with the thick scent he would know anywhere by now, and the enticing sounds of your little moans. He halted his movements in the hall, eyes wide and his hands suddenly twitching. He was going to turn back around and hightail it back to his room, but then Chan called to him. 

Fuck. 

Your eyes shot open as Felix slowly, and stiffly shuffled into the living room. “Lix? What-?” You went to cover yourself with your hands but Chan stopped you.

“Aww don’t be shy now, baby. It’s nothing Lixie hasn’t seen before, right Lix?” Chan continued rubbing at the bundle between your legs, now with more vigor and you couldn’t stop the moan. Felix merely nodded, his eyes shadowed in both lust and wanting. The twitching in his fingers got worse as soon as he raked his gaze over your spread pussy. “Doesn’t she look so pretty like this, all spread open and squirming?”  Chans eyes were dark and his tone had a menace to it that was hard to place, it had both you and Felix whimpering. 

“So pretty.. The prettiest girl in the universe.” Felix mumbled out, unable to take his eyes from the way your hole clenched at his words. 

“Nggh Lix…” You whined subconsciously, hips bucking into Chans hand for more friction. Chan never took his eyes off Felix as he nipped on your neck. 

“I can’t take this.” Felix’s statement came out as a pained whisper. 

“Hmm? What was that Felix?” Chan asked, acting uninterested, and inserting a finger inside now making you groan louder.

“I… I can’t take this anymore, Hyung.” Tears sprung to the betas eyes. “This is torture- worse than torture. Not being able to touch the woman I love, while everyone else gets to as much as they please, it’s so painful Chris.”

“You want your punishment to end? You want to touch this beautiful omega?” Chan used his other hand to grab the front of your throat, pulling your body even closer to his chest, not squeezing; just holding. A dangerous reminder that he was in charge.

Felix nodded lively, mouth gaping at the sight “ Yes I’ll do anything.” 

“Beg me.” 

Before Felix even registered the demand, you started wailing “Please alpha please I need him.” 

Chan laid a quick slap to your pussy, relishing in your hiss at the contact. You tried to snap your legs closed but Chan held them open as you shook. “Hush omega, you’ve begged enough. The men are talking. Go on Felix.”  His fingers resumed their thrusting into your hole. 

Felix locked eyes with Chans dark intimidating stare, and he theatrically lowered himself to his knees, clasping his hands together. 

“Chan, Alpha, I am begging you, please, please, don’t keep her from me anymore. I’ve learned not to defy you again. Please Hyung.”  Felix was hiccuping through his tears as he begged. 

“Look at him, Omega. Down on his knees begging for even a taste of you. Begging for the saccharine sweetness that pours from you, the nectar only I can provide. Should I let him? Should alpha be merciful and give him what he needs, baby? 

“Yes Alpha. Please.” you responded right away. 

“You want her? You want her pussy?” Chan asked rhetorically, chuckling when the beta nodded and cried. “Come show her how much you missed her. Your punishment is over.” 

Immediately you were swarmed by Felix, the beta wasting no time at all to latch his mouth over your dripping center, his tongue finding your clit with ease. His hands went to your thighs as he ground his face into you, wanting you as close as he can possibly get. Felix dug his fingers brutally into your skin, as if he was scared you would slip through his hands again. Chan removed his fingers from inside you and put them back onto your breasts, pinching your nipples. 

“Fuck, oh my god, Lixie.” Now it was you who was crying, putting your hands into his hair and gripping the strands tightly. He moaned into you when you grabbed his hair, causing vibrations to travel from his mouth into you. You were already so close to your high at that point, that when he suckled your clit into his mouth with a harsh suck, you absolutely lost it and the band inside of you snapped. “Ngghhhh Lixie, Channie, ohmygoooooooood ‘m cumming, mmmmggghh.” 

The tears never stopped falling from your eyes; the emotions inside of you being so intense it’s like a dam broke. This was the most emotional orgasm you’ve ever had. You were shaking and sobbing against Chan as Felix continued to eat you out, never relenting for even a second. The betas eyes were fluttering at the taste of you, becoming drunk on your slick. You were becoming overstimulated with the constant pleasure so you tried pulling up Felix's head. After a moment he lifted his face from you, gazing at you with intense lust in his blown out eyes and your slick covering his face. 

“Mm good girl, such a good omega for us, huh? Wanna keep being a good little girl for us, baby?” Chan questioned while kissing your shoulders. His voice was getting rougher by the second, as he himself was being overcome with both lust and power.

“Uh huh, wanna be good for you both.” You pet the side of Felix's face affectionately. You had missed being close enough to appreciate his darling freckles. He preened at your touch, nuzzling into your hand. 

Chan removed his hands from your chest, “Go ahead and get on the floor for me, baby. On all fours.” He helped you off his lap and to the floor to join Felix. Luckily the blankets that were laid out from the movie night were still here so you weren’t on the bare ground. You settled yourself as he requested, and he groaned from behind you. The alpha got up from his place on the love seat and onto his knees right behind you. “That’s a good girl, present yourself to your alpha.” He delivered a quick slap to one of your ass cheeks, admiring the slight jiggle of the flesh. 

You yelped at the sting, “Alpha!” 

“You can take it. I bet my spanks aren’t half as bad as Minnies, hmm?” He jeered with a snicker. He peered over at the beta, who by this point was rubbing his dick through his pj pants and biting his lip. “ I think our Lixie is feeling a little neglected, huh baby? He's waited so patiently for you.” Chan asked, leaning over to rub his sweatpants clad crotch against your ass. 

“Yeah, alpha. Wan’ make him feel good too. Wan’ him in my mouth.” You mumbled through your whines, craving to be filled one way or another. 

“Fuck,” Lix cursed, gripping himself tighter when you said that. 

Chan chuckled, “Seems like he wants that too. What do ya say, Lix? Want her mouth?” 

“Fuck, more than anything.” The beta replied hastily. 

“Alright then,” Chan pulled down his bottoms, just enough for his member to be out. The tip was red and leaking pre cum, he had clearly been horned up for a while. He rubbed the tip through your folds, wetting his length easily with the great amount of slick you’ve created. “Go ahead Lixie, give her what she wants.” 

Felix wasted no time in shoving his pjs down his thighs, finally feeling a little relief at no longer being confined. He came to stand in front of you, but before you could take him into your mouth he leaned down and gave you a devastatingly emotional kiss. He groaned low into your mouth, missing the way your lips tasted and felt. It made him start to tear up again. “Missed you so fucking much, baby. ‘M never gonna lose you again.” He whispered against your lips. 

“Missed you too Lix- AH” Your sentiment was cut off by Chan pushing his length into you. You arched your back at the intrusion and dug your fingers into the fabric below you. The stretch of taking your alpha was immeasurable. “Shit, so big alpha.” Chan growled approvingly when you said that.  You tried to refocus on Felix the best you could, though your mind was slipping further and further away with each thrust of Chans hips. “In my mouth, pl-ease, nee’ it.” 

Felix took a small step back and positioned himself in front of your face, holding his tip a few inches from you. “Here you go, lovey. You can have it.” Your mouth fell open and you stuck your tongue out, licking the flushed tip and tasting his precum. You suckled on it for a second, then a particularly hard thrust from Chan caused you to take Felix completely into your mouth and down your throat, making you gag. The beta immediately threw his head back in pleasure, “Ffffucking christ oh shit. God, so warm and wet.” 

Tears sprung to your lash line when Felix hit the back of your throat. Little ‘mmpfs’ sounds were leaving you from the rutting into your core, that quickly turned into gurgly muffled moans when Chan found your sensitive spot inside of you. Your thighs were covered in slick and it was wetting the alphas bottoms. He was letting out deep, raspy grunts each time he bottomed out. His hands gripped harshly onto your hips to keep you in place, as Felix began thrusting gently into you. 

Felix ran his hand down your throat, feeling his length inside through your own skin. He gasped at the pressure he has created. He didn’t want to over stimulate you with double choking though, so he left it at that for now.

The beta held your cheeks with his palms as he wiped your tears, looking into your eyes with his glassy ones as if asking for permission to take you. You answered by sucking intensely on his member. That was what he needed, and he began to shakily fuck your mouth. 

“I wish you could see how magnificent you are right now, omega.” Chans voice was gruff and raspy. “So fucking perfect the way you take us. Fuck, most perfect omega in the world.” 

Perfect. 

There's that word again. That's the second time today you had been called it, but honestly, right now as you float through subspace, you would believe literally anything they told you. You were so far gone and delirious you just moaned in agreement.  

The corners of your lips were leaking drool, both areas of entry being so wet there was a loud sloshing sound that filled the entire room. The only other time you had been this soaked was on your heat. 

Chan brought his fingers around your body and found your clit again. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he began to circle the nub. You were already so sensitive that it only took a few swipes of his fingers before you were orgasming. Your body began to spasm in pleasure and your wails increased, the vibrations shooting straight into Felix's dick. 

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum oh FUCCKK” The beta gripped your face and held you steady while he shot hot ropes of cum down your throat. He let go of your face once his shaking stopped, pulling out of your mouth swiftly. “So good, baby. Your mouth is magical.” He went to wipe the cum and drool that was on your face but he didn’t get the chance. 

As soon as Felix pulled out of your mouth, Chan used one of his hands to push your head down into the blankets below. The change made your hips raise slightly and your back arch even more, letting the Alpha drive into you even further. “There we go, fuck sweet girl your even tighter like this, goddamn.” He was unrelenting in his powerful plunging into you. “Love you so so much, my baby, my omega.” 

“Alpha, love youuuu.” You clenched at the way he said your presentation. He always made it sound so dirty. You loved it. 

Your clenching on him was what he needed, the tightening threw him completely overboard. He growled deeply, the sound was a menacing rumble that emerged from the back of his throat. He shot thick ropes of his cum deep inside you. His knot inflated at the base and locked the two of you together. He rocked his hips a little more as he finished, the last few drops entering you. 

For a second, all of you were silent - except for the collective panting as you all came down. You could feel Felix stroke your hair softly as Chan ran his hands comfortingly up and down your spine. Your face was still buried in the blankets below you, mouth open and breathing hard. 

“Did so, so good for us Omega. Love you so much.” Chan began whispering praises as his knot started to deflate. Felix was now sitting on the ground and pulling your head up to rest in his lap. He wiped your tears and cooed about how much he loves you. 

Chan was ecstatic, the night fell into place exactly as he wanted it too. Well, for the most part… There was one thing he didn’t account for. 

That was a certain youngest Alpha who came down for a late night snack and stumbled upon the scene in the living room…. 

All three of you were so caught up in each other that no one noticed Jeongin walk in mid act. And not a single one of them could predict it accidently sending the alpha boy into an early rut..

Oops. 

A/N: I know, I know it's a little late.... Unfortunately going forward this series will probably be updated bi weekly instead of weekly :'( i will be working a lot more in preparation for festival season! (Anyone going to edclv this year? 👀👀👀💃🏻)

Also, before anyone says it, yes i know thats not how birth control works,,,, it's a made up universe with made up rules :)

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Also if any one wants to chat about the story or share predictions please send me an ask!!

Beta read by my loves @ayejaii and @jehhskz <3

©doitforbangchan

[princesssmars]

you knew rockstars had a penchant for wrecking rooms, but touya and keigo were a little too excited to include you in the fun. nsfw. mxfxm threesome, double penetration.

you knew from the first time you met touya todoroki and keigo takami that they’d be superstars. it was inevitable, set in stone like the sun rising each morning and setting each night. the aura that surrounded them pulled in opportunity and quick fame in the blink of an eye.

luckily, that aura also pulled in people. normally groupies and businessmen and people trying to find their own claims for fame, but somehow you were put in their path and nothing had been the same since.

it was a chance meeting only a few months before they became famous overnight that you had met, bumping into them out on the street and being swept off your feet.

no, literally. keigo wasn’t paying much attention while talking to touya and bumped into you and made you nearly fall on your ass if it wasn’t for keigo fast reflexes grasping you in his arms.

they had insisted on apologizing over a free lunch despite your insistence that it wasn’t necessary. but it didn’t take long for you to give in. they were incredibly charming in vastly different ways, the blonde energetic and flirty while the one with black hair was quiet but imposing, mostly the one who insisted that they make up a small fall to you.

you had thought they were just incredibly polite, but truly they were just as mesmerized with you as you were with them. as soon as they saw you they knew they had to keep you around.

in only a few weeks you had turned their duo into a trio, following them wherever they went. it was blissful but so damn confusing when you swear they started getting a little too cozy and flirtatious with you, but you didn't mind the attention. you loved it when they'd invited you over to their apartment to smoke and play games and talk for hours, the sun setting and rising before you knew it. but most of all you loved when they made you tag along with them to the studio, citing you as their good luck charm for making some of the best rock music you'd ever heard.

in the blink of an eye, one of their songs blows up overnight and thrusts them into the global spotlight, staying in a small apartment one minute to a luxury penthouse only two months later. it was surreal to go from reposting their songs when you were the first to hear them to seeing the two of them up on billboards when you drove down the highway.

obviously, the increase in fame meant your relationship would change, as much as all three of you hated it. it seemed like whenever you made plans to just hang out with each other their managers were calling to tell them they've been scheduled for another large event or talk show. not to mention that the few times you did manage to hang out after they blew up, their new horde of relentless stans found your identity and harassed you for days on end.

while it was incredibly overwhelming and downright horrifying to have thousands of unseen eyes on your movements, you had to admit it did do something for you when touya went on a livestream and told his fans to “get a life and a job.” his manager was pissed but he just shrugged and told you he didn’t care.

maybe it’s that nonchalant attitude towards your protection that made you say yes to their insistence that you take some time off and let them fly you out to their hotel that they were staying in for a concert in a city, the boys chivalrous as they pick you up from the airport in their shoddy disguises and escort you up to their hotel room.

you're too busy admiring the chicness of the large suite to see their eyes trained on your face, the subtle glance they share before touya takes your things into the bedroom while keigo wraps an arm around your shoulder and shows you around the place, before taking you to the bedroom to show off the fantastic view of the cityscape.

you admire the towering buildings and flickering lights before stepping back and plopping your body onto the plush of their way too-large bed. you can feel the shared heat of their bodies resting on either side of you as you start to talk.

"so the two of you have to pay an egregious fine for trashing any rooms yet?"

"trashing hotel rooms? what kind of deviants do you take us for?" touya's tattooed hand reaches for your neck almost before you can block it, giggling at his attempt to tickle you before it dies down when he lets his fingers rest on the front of your throat.

"exactly. she must have us confused with that other trashy rock group she's obsessed with. what are they called, sinsation?" keigo rolls his eyes before playfully resting his head on your stomach. do they normally set the temperature in hotel rooms this high? you really should get up and turn it down. in a minute.

"im not obsessed with them. if anything i'm staking out the competition for us!"

"us, huh? acting like you're part of the team rather than just our number one groupie?"

"oh please. i might as well be an honorary member with all the songs you've clearly written about me."

electric blue eyes are staring into yours from overhead, the closeness of his face prohibiting you from even breathing right.

"oh yeah? then why don't you help us break the room in?"

to the general public, your boys come off as suave, moving through photoshoots and red carpets with an ease that made them seem like graceful beings that never faltered, and never made a wrong movement. but you knew better than that. you could tell by the nervous tic in touya's lithe fingers as he waited for your response, eyes tracking as yours darted from his to his lips before slamming your mouths together in a sloppy kiss. there's nothing graceful about the way he groaned into your mouth, reached one hand behind your head to grip your hair and another to your chin to keep your head where he wanted.

keigo definitely wasn't doing any better on the delicate front, pretty eyes almost bulging out of his head until your hand tangled into his hair and jerked him down to let him know to get to work.

"god, she's cute. think she's had enough yet?"

"nah, she can go for one more. wouldn't wanna leave our new bandmate unsatisfied, would we?"

it was only an hour later and you were already fucked out of your mind. they had taken turns with you, used you at the same time, and now it seemed like they were just trying to prove a point. you didn't have the brainpower left to ask what it was, and if you did it's not like you could force anything out of your mouth other than squeaky moans and gasps as they held you up in their arms, arms holding you up as they thrusted into you with reckless abandon.

you mindlessly rested your head on keigo's shoulder as the overwhelming pleasure numbed your brain. your eyes lazily blinked as the blonde kissed at your neck and chin. when you let out a whine he softly nosed at your cheek.

"i know it's a lot. just a little while longer baby, doing so good for us."

you give a gentle nod before letting him pull you into a soft kiss, your arm coming up to wrap around his neck to try and pull him impossibly closer. it gives you the extra little energy you need to keep going, as well as the sharp pinch touya leaves on your nipple to tease you.

you hold eye contact with him as he brings you down onto the both of them even harder, quickly bringing a hand down to rub harsh circles over your clit to bring you crashing into an indescribable orgasm, your throat growing hoarse and thighs growing wet before you finally tap out and let your body rest in their arms.

"looks like you were the one to make the mess, huh?"

[littlest-w01f]

Berkin

"Gangbang" with:

Cazriel x Elsie (Oc) x Feysand

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel invite their mates over to the Berkin after their annual snowball fight

Cw: Gangbang, FxFxMxMxM, FxF, MxF, MxFxM, Smut 18+ MDNI

The night air was crisp and cold, the scent of pine wafting through the forest. The snow fell lightly, dusting everything in a soft blanket of white. Inside the cozy cabin, Feyre and Elsie sat by the crackling fireplace, their laughter filling the room, the Autum female making jokes that had the High Lady of Night doubling over in laughter. They were engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to the fact that their mates were listening in on their chit chat more than being busy soaking in their sweat.

Winter Solstice was always a blast for Feyre and Elsie, the two friends would spend their time making snowmales while their mates had their annual snowball fight, as the sun began to set on the longest night of the year, Feyre and Elsie bundled up in their warmest clothes and sat near the fire in the cabin.

As Feyre and Elsie chatted amiably by the fireplace, their mates lounged nude in the berkin adjacent to the cabin, sweat glistening on their muscular bodies as they recovered from yet another intense snowball fight session. Feyre and Elsie sipped hot cocoa, Elsie' cheeks flushed from the cold and the warmth of the crackling fire while Feyre's body was unbothered by the change in temperature.

"I swear, Rhys and Cassian almost killed each other out there," Feyre laughed, taking another sip of her hot cocoa, catching a marshmallows in her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she glanced at Elsie, who let out a snort of laughter.

"Oh please, those two are always trying to one-up each other," Elsie replied with a grin, her firey locks cascading over her shoulders as she leaned back in her chair. "It's adorable, really. Especially when Az is the one who wins."

Feyre suddenly sat up, a smirk on her face, as she set her cup down, eyes glazing over, "We've been invited to the Berkin. Join our mates inside. If you want."

"Where they are naked and sweating...?" Elsie's breath caught in her throat. Elsie's gaze drifted towards the steam room's door, her mind filled with images of Azriel and Cassian’s muscled forms. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she bit her lower lip, her heart pounding against her chest. She looked back at Feyre, her crimson eyes wide and curious. A few years ago, she would deny seeing another male than her mates naked, but now, the thoughts of watching Rhysand and Feyre brought a smile to her lips. "Sure." She said getting up, dusting off her swollen skirt of non-existent dust.

Elsie followed Feyre into the steam room, the heat enveloping them immediately. She could already hear the low murmurs coming from within, punctuated by hearty laughs and the occasional grunt. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw Rhysand lounging in a corner, his muscular body glistening with beads of sweat. His black hair was damp, clinging to his forehead, and his violet eyes gleamed with mischief as he noticed Feyre's entrance.

Cassian and Azriel, meanwhile, were sprawled out on a bench, legs spread wide, Azriel's head thrown back, Cassian's muscles rippling under his skin as he stretched. He flashed Elsie a wicked grin, his hazel eyes twinkling with desire. "Well, well," he drawled, "look what the cat dragged in."

Azriel's shadows covered his thighs and abs, and the part of him that Elsie craved the most. "No clothes inside, ladies." The shadowsinger growled, eyes going up and down his mate, wings stretching at the sight until Cassian whines he was taking too much space and tried to shove him off with his.

As the shadows enfolded Azriel's muscular frame, creating a tantalizing silhouette, Elsie's heart fluttered. Her eyes traveled down the curves of his sculpted torso, to the shadows that concealed the throbbing cock she knew all too well.

Her gaze then shifted to Rhysand, who lounged casually, yet exuded raw masculinity. His dark eyes glinted with lustful intent as he watched Feyre with a predatory hunger, the two talking in their minds. Cassian, on the other hand, was openly leering at Elsie, his broad chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

"As you say, my love." Elsie peeled off her clothes slowly, revealing inch after inch of creamy firey skin. Her curves strained against her lingerie, nipples visibly erect beneath the delicate fabric. With a sensual shrug, she let the garment drop.

Azriel's shadows seemed to pulse hungrily as he drank in the sight of his mate's nearly bare flesh. His breathing grew heavier, the anticipation building within him like a coiled spring ready to release its tension.

Meanwhile, Feyre had stripped down to nothing, her taut stomach and toned legs on full display. Rhysand licked his lips appreciatively, his large hands twitching with the urge to grab hold of her slender hips and pull her close.

Cassian groaned audibly as Elsie's lace hit him square in the face, holding the lingerie, inhaling her scent. "Is this naked enough for you?" The female murmered with a twirl.

The steam room was now filled with the intoxicating aroma of arousal, mingling with the scent of pine and wood smoke. Azriel's shadows danced around him, enhancing his aura of seduction. He watched Elsie with hungry eyes, his cock hardening beneath the protective veil of darkness.

"Come closer, High Lady..." Rhysand's hands found their way to Feyre's waist, pulling her onto his lap. His fingers traced the curves of her body, teasing the hardened peaks of her nipples before sliding down to cup her ass, biting down on her neck as she squealed.

Cassian rose from his seat, his towering height dwarfing Elsie. He pulled her against him, his strong arms wrapping around her body, wings caging her in before pushing Elsie into straddling Azriel's lap.

"So how are we doing this?" Cassian smirked, looking between the two duos, leaning into Elsie and Azriel. He knelt down, face buried in the dimples at the base of his mate's spine, electing a giggle from Elsie.

Elsie's gaze locked with Feyre's over their shoulders, both females feeling the heat of the moment, the unspoken promise of pleasure that lay ahead. Their eyes spoke volumes, filled with lust, admiration, and a hint of mischief.

Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between them - an unspoken permission and desire. Feyre's eyes, smouldering with need, raked over Elsie's curves, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the enticing dip of her waist where the shadowsinger's hands dug, right above where Cassian bit down on her.

Elsie returned the favour, her own crimson eyes drinking in the sight of Feyre's muscular form, her pert nipples standing at attention where Rhsyand's finger's kneaded them. A sultry smile played on Elsie's lips as she imagined running her tongue over the delicate buds.

The females shared a look, getting up and crossing the distance, Feyre and Elsie's mouths met in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwined in a sensual dance, and the atmosphere in the steam room reached a fever pitch as they felt each other up.

Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian watched with avid interest, albeit a little disappointment that their mates had left them, but it quickly resolved into need, their cocks stiff and leaking precum as they fantasized about joining the erotic spectacle unfolding before them. Azriel's shadows enveloped Elsie's body, caressing every curve as Feyre kissed her deeply.

Azriel's shadows wrapped around both females, stroking their sensitive skin as if alive. They slid across Elsie's breasts, teasing her nipples until they were stiff peaks. Meanwhile, her mouth claimed Feyre's, kissing her passionately while her hands roamed her toned physique.

The shadows continued their sensual assault, trailing down to Elsie's hips and thighs, making her gasp into Feyre's mouth. She moaned softly, the vibrations travelling through Feyre's body, adding to the sensations coursing through her.

Feyre's hands explored Elsie's back, slipping down to squeeze her firm ass, drawing her closer. Her own breasts pressed against Elsie's, the hardened nipples rubbing deliciously. The steam room was filled with the sounds of wet kisses and ragged breaths, the air thick with lust.

Feyre pushed Elsie to Rhysand. With a mischievous grin, Rhysand took Elsie in his arms, his hands gripping her thighs open firmly. His cock, rock-hard and throbbing, pressed against her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

"Mmm... I've been waiting for this." Rhysand whispered huskily, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Elsie's spine. His cock teased at her entrance, rubbing along her slit, coating itself with her juices. He groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back momentarily in ecstasy.

Feyre knelt in front of her mate and friend, leaning in to lick over her cunt and his cock

Feyre's tongue swirled around Rhysand's cock, lapping at the pre-cum oozing from the tip. She took him into her hot mouth, sucking gently as she pulled off to suck Elsie's clit, sealing it between her lips.

Rhysand grunted, his grip on Elsie's ass tightening as he thrust shallowly into her slick heat, loving the way her body heat up. "Fuck, you're so wet already," He growled, nipping at her earlobe.

"Fey- Mmm... Fuck." The shadows continued their ministrations on Elsie, caressing every inch of exposed skin, adding to the overwhelming sensation. Cassian and Azriel watched with lust-filled eyes, their own cocks straining for release as they took in the erotic sight before them of their High Lord and Lady ravishing their mate.

Feyre lavished attention on both Elsie and Rhysand, alternating between long, languid strokes of her tongue along his length and quick flicks over Elsie’s swollen clit, She pulled off, grabbing Rhysand's cock to stroke it a few times before she pressed his cock against Elsie's cunt. "You ready?"

"Yeah..." Elsie moaned wantonly as Rhysand's hard cock nudged against her soaked entrance. Her hips bucked instinctively, seeking more friction. Feyre's hand pumped Rhysand's cock, smearing Elsie's juices along the thick length.

With a wicked grin, Feyre positioned Rhysand at Elsie's opening once more. "Do it," She urged, her eyes meeting the violet of her mate, her voice dripping with desire. "Fuck their mate." Her words caused Cassian and Azriel's breaths to hitch.

Rhysand needed no further encouragement. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside Elsie's tight channel. "Ahhh fuck! So goddamn tight!" He groaned, savoring the feel of her velvety walls squeezing his aching cock.

"Please..." Elsie whispered, nails digging into Rhysand's powerful thighs to have some semblance of control, Azriel's shadows stroking her clit to help accommodate Rhysand. He gripped her hips tightly, hands gentle as he pulled her off a couple inches to slam her back down. Elsie cried out, her head thrown back in pleasure as she felt herself being filled completely by Rhysand's cock.

The steam room echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the symphony of moans and sighs filling the air. Rhysand began to move within Elsie, his hips snapping up, retreating, then plunging deeper still. Each thrust hit her sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.

Azriel's shadows roved over Elsie's curves, tracing the outline of her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and continued their relentless stimulation of her clit. Every touch, every movement, was designed to push Elsie closer to the edge of climax.

Cassian pulled Feyre towards himself, Cassian's hands roamed Feyre's body possessively, squeezing her breasts roughly as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her thoroughly. Feyre moaned into the kiss, grinding her hips against his straining cock.

The room echoed with the symphony of moans, grunts, and the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, fueling the insatiable hunger of the five lovers lost in their own worlds of pleasure.

Elsie watched as Azriel pulled Feyre closer by her hair, Feyre's eyes wide at his girthy size, not a shadow on him as they all paid attention to his mate. Rhysand wrapped his arms around Elsie, pressed his head in her hair, inhaling her scent, "We're gonna watch them, ok, princess?"

Cassian trailed his mouth down her neck, planting wet kisses along her pulse point. His hands squeezed her breasts, kneading and tugging at her nipples.

The erotic sight made Elsie's cunt clench around Rhysand's cock. She ground her hips back against him, a silent plea urging him to move. Rhysand obliged, grabbing her hips, and making her ride him.

Feyre looked over at Elsie and Rhysand, seeing the way Rhysand's cock disappeared into Elsie's tight hole, feeling Cassian's cock throb against her own. A whimper escaped her lips, her own arousal building at the thought of watching them all lose control.

With a growl of approval, Azriel allowed Feyre to take his cock into her mouth, her warm tongue swirling around the tip before taking more of him inside. The sight of Feyre sucking him off sent waves of pleasure coursing through Azriel's veins, his shadows intensifying their touch on Elsie's sensitive body.

"Oh Mother-" As Elsie reached her climax, her cunt clenched tightly around Rhysand's cock. Rhysand's thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsating inside her as he chased his own orgasm.

Cassian's cock throbbed inside Feyre's tight cunt, hitting her sweet spot relentlessly. The steam room was now a hotbed of raw carnal energy. Every movement, and every sound amplified the intensity of the moment. Rhysand's cock throbbed inside Elsie.

Watching his mate pleasuring another male stoked Rhysand's arousal further. He thrust into Elsie with renewed vigour, each stroke hitting deeper, his cock rubbing deep against her walls. "Fuck… you're so good," He groaned, his hand moving to pinch and twist one of Elsie's nipples.

"Rhys..." Elsie's eyes crossed, shadows not leaving her as Rhys fucked her through her release.

Cassian could feel Feyre trembling beneath him, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around his cock. He knew she was close, hell, he could barely hold back himself after witnessing Elsie and Rhysand. Gripping Feyre's thighs tightly, he pistoned his hips faster, driving into her cunt with ruthless abandon.

"Yes! Yes! Don't stop!" Feyre wailed, her cries muffled by Azriel's cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, but there was no pain, only exquisite bliss.

Cassian pounded into Feyre harder and faster, his balls slapping against her clit. He groaned loudly, feeling his orgasm building rapidly. The sight of Rhysand fucking Elsie, coupled with Feyre's tight, warm cunt clenching around his cock was too much for him to bear.

Rhysand watched intently as Cassian pounded into Feyre, her gagging on Azriel's cock, his own orgasm teetering on the edge. Seeing his best friends claim Feyre so fiercely spurred him on, and he increased his pace, driving his throbbing cock even deeper into Elsie's welcoming heat.

Every touch, every movement, was designed to prolong their female's pleasure, Cassian's thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on Feyre's thighs tightening like a vice. He let out a guttural groan as he felt his climax approaching, his cock twitching inside her.

Feeling Cassian's cock spasming inside her, Feyre knew he was close. She sucked on Azriel's cock harder, her mouth watering from the effort. With a final pull, she took him all the way to the base, her throat constricting around him as she swallowed and gagged on every inch of his length.

Elsie clamped down on Rhysand's cock in pleasure as she watched her mates take her friend. Rhysand groaned from the grip of her cunt on her cock, as Rhysand spilt his hot seed inside Elsie, she cried out in pleasure, her walls clamping down on him rhythmically.

The scents of their mixed release triggered Feyre's own climax, her cunt clenching around Cassian's cock as she came hard, eyes rolling back. Her throat worked around Azriel's cock, bringing him closer to his.

Cassian let out a primal roar as he exploded inside Feyre, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his release. The sensation of Feyre's cunt spasming around him, combined with the erotic sight of her swallowing Azriel whole, pushed him over the edge.

Azriel's scared fingers dug into Feyre's scalp as he too found his release, almost silent grunts leaving his lips, his cock erupting in her mouth. She tried to drink down every drop of his essence, her body trembling with the force of her own climax.

As the last waves of pleasure washed over them, the five collapsed onto the heated benches, panting heavily. Their skin glistened with sweat, hearts raced.

Feyre lay sprawled across Cassian and Azriel, a contented smile on her face. "That was… incredible," she murmured, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries of ecstasy.

Elsie curled up beside Rhysand, her head resting on his shoulder. She could feel his cum leaking out of her cunt, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. "I never knew watching others could be so..." She glanced between Feyre and Rhysand with a shy smile, a blush forming on her cheeks as Azriel's shadows soothed her skin.

As they recovered, their breathing slowly steadying, Feyre gently detached herself from Cassian and Azriel. She crawled over to join Elsie and Rhysand, her movements languid and sensual. Sitting down across Elsie's lap, the female's arms around her waist, she rested her head on Elsie's shoulder, looking up at her with a smile. "Watching you both… It was really hot."

I'm so tired... I don't know how you take them both every day. Feyre's voice rang in her head and she stifled a giggle.

Don't let them hear you say that. Elsie replied back, as Elsie leaned down to meet Feyre's lips with hers, she tasted their mingled sweat and desire. Their tongues danced together in a slow, passionate dance. They kissed deeply, hungrily, savouring the taste of each other mixed with the remnants of their partners' essences.

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[anotherrppartnerfinder]

hello! 🕊️

21+ fem looking for roleplay partners/friends who are over 21 in age! as pretty much all but one of mine have ghosted me completely...

more than down for doubling but if anyone is willing to do one thread that is amazing! I'm burnt out on doubling for people tbh but have not a problem doing it!!

pairs/ships

f x m

m x f x m

I do NOT roleplay cc x cc ONLY oc x cc or oc x oc

fandoms

jujutsu kaisen

my hero acaedmia

call of duts: MW 3

one piece

fandomless as well!

characters (aged up) that I want my partner to play against my oc

toji + shiu + suguru + ino

katsuki + izuku + enji

john price + kyle

sanji + zoro + luffy (not very far so I only ask for one thread!)

your oc x my oc or you play my male oc against my fem oc

polyships are my jam as well!

aus

modern day only for jjk

canon verse for mha

canon verse for both cod and one piece!

I ask that you please be comfy for writing out sex scenes, and be good with dark content which can be discussed in messages! I like it to be plot and smut, with angst and sweet moments too! I do have a few plots for each fandom and I have an OC for each fandom as well! they are all being made into a carrd!

please do not use Tupperbox or ai and I only use Discord to RP, I'm CST and replies vary! please use correct grammar, I've lost interest in a few RP's that were like that, I do have nitro so sometimes I can max out but I also can do small replies as well! more times than not I can be a rapid replier, not asking that you have to be but if replies will be twice a week I will lose interest as well.

OOC chatting is more than welcome but for sure not a requirement, I do love to send pics from Pinterest like outfits and things like that, but I do use IRL face claims and anime ones as well!! I'm looking for friends as well too, and if you ever need a break please please please let me know, life gets busy and I understand. I think that is everything!

add my discord: tojis_lover but please let me know you got my name from this post!

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[sadistic-kiss]

Use Me (Kinktober Fic)

Succubus Reader x Various JJK Men

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Three.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

You glanced at the bowl and then back up at the mischievous red eyes that were locked onto you. If they were going to play like this then you shall play dirty. You lower yourself a bit and open your mouth as you stuck your tongue out, elongating it so you can curl it around a tiny piece of your snack.

Sukuna sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you slowly pull your tongue back into your mouth and swallow as soon as your plump lips closed.

You knew he liked when you wrapped your long tongue around his entire cock as you suck his tip. You could see the way his neck tensed. This is it! You can get something from this! Using what little power you had, you pushed into his mind. Showing him a memory from the past when you sucked him off in the backseat of his car.

“Fuck-“ He released a moan, almost falling over as he pressed his hand to his hard-on.

You grinned seductively, leaning forward so you could finally get a taste of him, but pale hands scooped under his armpits and pulled him away from you. You huff in annoyance watching Gojo scold Sukuna.

“Nononono! We aren’t done setting up! You’re stronger than this! Pull! Yourself! Together!” He threw him up and shook him around.

“Alright alright!” Sukuna hissed shaking the image out of his head.

No! You attempted to push back in Sukuna’s mind but he blocked you off.

“Later pet.” Sukuna tossed you a grin, feeling you prying at him mentally.

“Yeah, the party hasn’t even started yet! Choso don’t forget to sign for the bounce houses!”

Choso saluted Gojo as he and Sukuna left out of the kitchen.

You lie down dejectedly, no one was trying to even let you get a lick. Usually, they’d give you a little something by now.

Stupid party. You puff your cheeks as you blow out your mouth.

“Hey.”

You blinked up, to see Choso was calling you over. Were you looking pitiful enough for him to show you some mercy? You quickly crawled to him hoping that it was true. He looked down at you quizzically.

“You don’t actually need to eat do you?”

“Um… no not food.”

“What happens if you eat food?”

“Nothing, I don’t even digest it, there’s no acid in my stomach.” You stuck your finger into your throat as you moved the peanut up your stomach. Pulling it out you showed him. “See?”

Choso looked impressed, “Interesting…” he reached down pushing two fingers into your mouth. You take them in without resistance. You sucked gently not to be too greedy. If you push it too much Choso will back off. You had to allow him to set the pace. Or else he will call you a bad girl. He pushed to the back of your throat and you gulped around him. He released a snort, “Not even a gag reflex…So you are just a cum dump.”

You hummed dropping the peanut so you could grip his pants. You allowed him to play with your mouth. You had no shame in what you were. It was like shaming a human for drinking water. Or a tree for being a tree.

Choso looked down at you with indifference, teasing you with just his fingers, but you could see the small twitches of arousal. You opened your mouth a bit wider, inviting him to perhaps stick something else inside. You wish you had a bit of energy so you could tickle his mind with the idea, but you wasted your efforts on Sukuna.

Choso looked as though he was contemplating it, running his saliva fingers around your lips. But then he pulled away with a low chuckle, “I would like to enjoy the party before you drain me dry, you know how carried away you can get.” With that he stood, taking his dishes to the sink.

Correction-

He knew how carried away both of you could get.

This wasn’t a one-way street. You couldn’t brainwash any of them to do what you wanted, they were much too strong of sorcerers for that. You could try to seduce them, paint images in their head, and make them feel things, but that was it, they had their own free will.

If they truly wanted to they could revoke your invitation and you’d have to leave.

But sure you will take the blame, whatever helps them sleep at night.

The doorbell rang, beckoning Choso to it. “Damn Satoru buying so much shit.” He muttered more to himself as he walked by you.

As soon as Choso walked out of the kitchen you got up and placed a hand on the bell on your collar so no one would hear you. Quickly you ran in the other direction with light steps holding your leash in hand. If you had to wait just one more damn second you will lose it! You had to find someone that would feed you! At least a little appetizer! You aren’t asking for much!

You ran upstairs peeking into the rooms as you went by. Was no one else here?!

You heard a door click open, swiftly you sailed to the ground and put the handle of the leash in your mouth. Looking down the hall you watched Haibara come out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

When your eyes connected the two of you smiled.

“Kitten!”

“Haibara!”

He opened his arms to you as you got up and ran to him. You flew into him, arms around his neck as your legs wrapped around his hips. Your lips met for an aggressively needy kiss. He swung you around closing the bathroom door, holding you up with both hands cupping your ass.

You moaned, feeling your body tingle. Finally finally finally!

Haibara spoke in between smacking lips with you, “No one-mm-giving you any attention huh?”

“No- hm~ they all being meanmm~.”

He chuckled at you, setting you down on the counter so his hands could slide upon your curves. His tongue tangled with your own in a sloppy mess.

Haibara Yu was the nicest to you. He was the only one that understood what happened was in fact an accident and didn’t hold it over your head. The man spoiled you rotten. The only downside was he didn’t have as much curse energy as everyone else. You had to be extra careful you didn’t go overboard with him.

You arched your back with a needy whimper, rubbing your clothed cunt against his hard-on.

“Ah poor baby…” he pulled your leather panties down just enough so he could slide a finger inside you. You threw your head back about to release a pleasurable cry but Haibara slapped a hand upon your mouth. The two of you freeze hearing the floorboards creak.

Then there was knocking upon the door.

“Haibara.” Nanami called from the other side.

“Yeessss?” Yu answered continuing to pump his finger inside you. He kept his hand upon your mouth as you mewled.

“I just got word that our troublemaker is here. Wanted to let you know Getou and Gojo said to not feed her.”

You gave Yu a pained look hoping he wouldn’t stop.

“Oh, okay!” Yu agreed not at all stopping. Hell, he even added another finger. He gave you a little wink.

You looked at him sweetly. Tengen you loved Yu.

“Ahem!” Nanami cleared his throat, “They were very serious about this Yu. Getou said, and I quote, ‘Tell Yu to not get his dick wet or I’ll cut it off.’”

Yu looked toward the door with a frown, “Come ooon Nanami~!”

“I’m just the messenger.”

Yu pouted, “Whatever I w-“

“Oi~oi!” Choso yelled. “Have you seen our pet?”

“No…” Nanami answered, “Has she run off?”

“Pfft- doubt.” Choso got closer to the door and banged on it, “She in there Yu!”

“N-what- no!”

Oh, Yu was so terrible at lying.

“Don’t lie!”

“Check Toji’s room!”

“Open up!”

“She’s not in here!”

“What’s going on?” You heard Toji join the festivities.

“Is the naughty girl in your room?” Nanami questioned.

“Ah?” Toji drawls with an interested tone, “Our little vixen is here?”

“Guess she’s not in his room.”

“Yu!”

“What?” The boy questioned as he opened the door. While they were talking He had came up with the bright idea to hide you under the bathroom sink. “Can a guy take a shower?”

“She in there with you?” Choso questioned, walking in so he could pull the shower curtains to the side.

“Nah uh, I just got out the shower, I just figured out she was here.”

“Why are you hard?” Nanami pointed out.

“Because you said our girl was here.” He answered sheepishly.

Choso clicked his tongue, “Don’t spoil her yet. It makes it harder to resist when she has too much power.”

“I won’t I won’t.”

You were cramped in darkness. Knees tucked to your chest. You listen to the men talk. It sounded like they were leaving. You heard the floors creak and then they were calling for you.

You waited a bit, and then you heard-

“Woah woah what are you doing?” Yu questioned.

“Um… showering?” Toji answered. “Is that cool with you bud?”

“I was about to!”

“Didn’t you already shower?”

“…I-i wanted to be extra clean!”

“Go to the other one then.”

“Uh-“

*click*

The door closed and then Toji snorted, “Weird kid.”

The water began to run followed by the shed of clothes.

Once you heard Toji climb in his shower you gently pushed the cabinet open with two delicate fingers.

Slow and steady.

You stretch out your leg first and then lean forward ever so carefully, crawling onto the floor. You turn to close the cabinet. All was going well. Standing up you step to the door, unlocking it with dexterous fingers. You look back at the curtains as you hear Toji begin to sing to himself. Well he sure is distracted. Looking back at the golden knob you turn it extremely slow. You didn't begin to pull until it was fully turned. Biting your lip you stepped back pulling the door to you in slow motion. It cracked open and once it did you could see the freedom. You will run out of here and into Yu's room! Victory will be yours!

You got the door open just enough for you to slip your body through. 

Yes!

*SLAM*

NO!

The door was shut closed by a large hand. 

You gasped looking up as Toji caged you in, water raining from his body. A feral grin on his lips. "I knew I smelt something good."

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Four.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.