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xxsabitoxx · 2 years ago

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I still do it better

Obanai x Mitsuri x Fem! Reader

Sequel to I can do it better

Warnings: rough sex, face sitting, cunnilingus, come eating, unprotected sex, creampies, marking and bruising, degrading, praising, overstimulation, consensual restraining, spitting, biting, breast play, scissoring, group sex, threesome, idk man a lot is going on I’m not gonna lie lmfao

Note: here we go! The long awaited part two. Hope y’all enjoy & I apologize if it doesn’t meet your expectations… this is why I kinda hate sequels I can’t lie 😭

The paragraph lengths vary in size because I had to break them up. They were initially massive paragraphs and I know damn well nobody is gonna want to read all that… so I had to break them up a bit half-hazardously

Word count: 10.5k

Your fingers trailed along your thighs, the small crescent shape bruises were nearly faded. For some reason, that made you feel a bit sad. It had been nearly a week since your encounter with the love and serpent pillars and nearly everyday that had passed since had felt as if you weren’t even there. You pulled yourself from your daze, turning to test the warmth of the bath water that you had been waiting on. You set your robes to the side, letting your body sink into the water and relishing in it as if it were a warm embrace.

You flinched at your own thoughts, you had been feeling utterly touch starved. You were silently longing for their warm bed once again, the soft touch of Mitsuri at your back, the warm breath of Obanai fanning across your shoulder. What got you the most is that you were missing him just as much as you were missing her. Not a day had gone by that your mind didn’t linger on that night. You had initially been so scared of it, the rough treatment Obanai bestowed upon you, the way Mitsuri seemingly cheered him on.

Part of you was mortified that you had enjoyed it so thoroughly. Now, you were aching to be treated like that for a second time. You craved the taste of her arousal, the feeling of his hands on you. They had unintentionally ruined you. You sunk lower in the water, not stopping until it reached just below your nose. You couldn’t believe yourself, betrayed by your own thoughts several times while trying to go about your day to day life. You had no concept of how to bring it up again, the physical reminders left on your skin wouldn’t let you forget.

Yet, part of you was aching for more, not quite satisfied with the marks that remained. You wanted more, from both parties. But above all else, you wanted to prove your worth. You wanted to convince Obanai you were worthy of his cum. Your legs kicked in the water, eyes squeezing shut as you came to the conclusion that you’d simply be plagued with these thoughts until you did something about them. Laying alone in your bed after had been the worst part. Having to drag yourself from their warm home and back to your empty quiet one felt like a death sentence.

��You really don’t have to leave just yet.” Mitsuri was worrying around you, fixing your hair neatly after you refused the offer of a bath. You wanted to wash your skin yourself, not create some fantasy that you’d stay here forever. “I’m fine, really Mitsuri. I need to get back in case I’m summoned for a mission.” You waved her off, thanking her quietly after she finished your hair. “Are you sure? You really don’t want to stay longer? We wouldn’t mind.” Obanai didn’t interject, instead he remained quiet as he began wrapping his face once more on the far side of the room.

He had been awfully quiet since waking up, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence like you were used to. “I appreciate the offer. I truly do. But I have to get back to my own home.” Your hands fidgeted in your lap, moving to stand with a slight limp. “You can’t even walk properly, please stay. Let us help you… it’s the least we could do.” You felt warmth spread across your face, especially since you caught Obanai chuckling softly. “Mitsuri please, if she wants to leave, let her leave.” You didn’t want to leave, but you knew if you stayed you’d fall in deep and never recover.

Little did you know the damage was already done. “Alright… but if you need us, you know where to find us.” Mitsuri’s hands fell to her kimono, fidgeting because she couldn’t quite figure out how to say goodbye. It was a one time thing, there were no strings attached from it. At least that’s what you told yourself as you bowed to them, stepping off their front porch and heading back the way you had come. It was a one time thing, nothing more. It repeated like a mantra as you limped back, face holding on to the embarrassed warmth as you tried your damn hardest to not look like you had just got your ass handed to you. “Damn him.”

You pushed yourself up, the bath water sloshing dangerously close to the edge. “What the hell am I going to do?” you whined to no one, your voice bouncing off the walls and right back at you. It felt like you were being taunted at this point, like the universe was waiting to see how long you would take to crack. You had to wonder what would happen if you just gave in. What if you just dragged your sorry ass back to their estate and begged for a second round… a rematch.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” you rubbed your face, trying your hardest to ignore the slow throb between your legs as your mind betrayed you yet again. “You’re a great stress reliever.” Obanai’s words lingered, probably a lot longer than they should have. The various things he had said to you felt as if they had been engraved on your skin. “Stay still and he’ll stop.” Mitsuri’s voice echoed softly, the gentle scrape of her nails on the back of your skull. Every time you close your eyes, you see them. “This has to be some sort of curse. Maybe Shinobu has something she could give me that will make me forget.”

Forget about the ache of wanting to people who would never want you back. You got out of the bath, not quite able to enjoy it the way you hoped you would be able to. The water ran off of you in rivets, the steam of the room was warm enough to not draw a shiver from you as you reached for a towel to dry yourself off. It was as if your body moved on autopilot, dressing yourself in one of your finer kimonos. It was a risky move, but you couldn’t keep going on like this without at least trying. Your fingers trailed along your face, head tilting left and right to make sure your hair looked alright.

You reached for your perfumed oils, dabbing a bit on your pulse points. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if putting on a bit of makeup would be too much. In the end you decided against it, you’d head out as you were. The worst that could happen would be rejection, then maybe you’d be able to move on. “It’s nearly 10pm, showing up at their home at this time will make me seem insane.” Yet, you were still stepping off your porch and into the moonlight, a clear destination in your mind. You sighed, knowing there was also the chance that neither of them may be home.

It was night after all, they could be patrolling their sectors and not be home till morning. Then, you’d feel like an absolute desperate idiot for doing this. Yet, the off chance that things would fall perfectly into place started propelling you further. The walk itself wasn’t a long one, you had come to find that you only lived about fifteen minutes from the two pillar’s estate. Thinking back on it, you only found your way home because of Mitsuri’s crow guiding you. How it knew your coordinates you’d never know, especially since Mitsuri had never been to your home. That, however, was a question for another day.

You steadied your breathing as the trees grew few and far between, eventually leading to the open space that their shared estate resides on. The estate itself was large, not as large as the butterfly estate but still quite spacious. A simple stone pathway leads up to the large roofed porch and double doors that would grant you entrance. You had to admire the amount of work Mitsuri put into her home, various wild flowers were planted along the pathway. You kept moving, slightly motivated by the various windows that held the light of glowing candles. It seems the two pillars were home, honestly it sent a chill of anxiety down your spine. Things had been so much easier when Mitsuri was the one initiating everything.

You stopped just before the small set of stairs leading up to the door, the quiet rustle of fabric making the hair on the back of your neck prickle. “Are you trying to scare the shit out of me, Obanai?” Your jaw clenched after speaking, a lame attempt at acting tough when in truth he’d scared the shit out of you. “Good to know you have some sort of spatial awareness.” He emerged from the shadows a moment later, still dressed in his corps uniform with Kaburamaru still sitting around his neck. You bit your tongue, scrunching your nose in disdain as he gave you a once over. “I noticed you as I was walking home, took a shortcut to beat you here.'' He looked almost smug about it, arms moving to cross his chest as he waited for you to say something.

“Oh so you’ve just finished patrolling for the night? I guess you’ll be of no use for what I came here for… Mitsuri’s home though, right?” You moved up the stairs, freezing when his arm shot out to prevent you from making it to the door. “That’s a sharp tongue for someone who’s trying to enter my house.” you glanced down at his arm before looking back up at him. “It’s the truth… I did come here for your girlfriend after all… not you.” You couldn’t see it, but you could just tell there was a shit eating grin creeping up his face. “You’re such a fucking liar.” you forced your expression to remain neutral, you knew you were a liar but you had hoped he wouldn’t see straight through you. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Kaburamaru hissed softly, reaching out to look at you better.

“Even Kaburamaru knows you’re full of shit.” Obanai’s hand moved to mockingly allow you entrance, pointing to the front door. “But if you’re so determined, go ahead and enter. I’m sure Mitsuri will be thrilled to see you.” There was a catch, you could tell by the glint in his eyes. There was something he knew that you didn’t. You stepped tentatively, pausing as your hand reached for the knob. “Go on, since you’re so desperate for her, there should be nothing holding you back.” The bite in his tone, everything you did that so much as pissed him off would only come around to bite you later.

That’s what it was, you realized quickly as you pushed on the knob and entered. He was observing your every move to use against you. “Obanai? That you?” Mitsuri’s voice echoed through the entryway, “Yeah, it’s me. We have a guest.” The rustle of cloth was followed by footsteps. “A guest?” Pink hair rounded the corner a moment later. Mitsuri’s hair was down, holding a faint wave from her three braids she typically wore. She was dressed in her sleepwear, the front of her kimono dangerously low and exposing her breasts. “I was just getting ready for bed. I didn't think we–Y/N!?”she stopped rubbing her eyes, blinking in surprise as she looked you over.

“Y-yeah, it’s me. If you were getting ready for bed then I can go…” You stopped mid-step backwards as Obanai’s hand grabbed your upper arm. “No! No it’s no trouble at all…I uhm…I assume…” Mitsuri’s face was steadily turning pink, apparently it was too obvious to everyone as to why you had hauled yourself over here. “She’s here for the reason you think, lovely. Seems she can’t stop thinking about you… though she claims to want nothing to do with me.” Obanai’s grip tightened, duo-tone eyes watching Mitsuri’s shift between the two of you.

“O-oh I see… well…” You could see the slight disappointment in her gaze, you wanted to turn and slap the serpent pillar for making you seem like a complete asshole. “That’s not true!” you swallowed your pride, even though it was literally the last thing you wanted to do. There was no point and no fun in any of this if Mitsuri was uncomfortable by the idea of you wanting nothing to do with her boyfriend. “Oh, It’s not?” Obanai jeered, he needed to hear you say it. “You’re such a dick, though I’m sure you know that…'' you glanced at Mitsuri, not able to hold Obanai’s gaze as you spoke.

“I-I came here because I can’t stop thinking about either of you. If you’re willing…I’d like to do it all again.” Heat flooded your body from head to toe, primarily in your ears. Neither spoke, for a moment you had to question if you’d crossed a line. “You would? Really?” Mitsuri’s eyes seemed to regain their sparkle, hands clasping excitedly in front of her. “Y-yes… if you’d have me… both of you.” Obanai should have known you’d turn into nothing more than a timid kitten when in Mitsuri’s presence. He couldn’t necessarily say he blamed you for it. As kind as she was, she was someone you didn’t want to upset or disappoint.

“Of course we’ll have you. Come along, let’s go upstairs, we can discuss more there.” Mitsuri’s hand reached for your own, Obanai’s grip letting you go as she dragged you towards the stairs. He stayed behind for a moment, watching Mitsuri practically hauled you up the stairs in her own haste. He had expected you to return a lot quicker than you did, for a moment he almost found himself impressed by your will to resist your desires. “Obanai?” Mitsuri’s voice pulled him from his daze, “Coming, I was just taking off my shoes.” his sandals were kicked off a moment later, Kaburamaru hissing softly. “Yes, I know. I’ll give you your dinner in a moment.”

“He’ll take a moment, he has to put Kaburamaru to bed. For now, make yourself comfortable.” The sleepiness the love pillar had felt was long since forgotten, replaced by a bubbling heat and shiver of excitement. There had been so many things she wanted to do, so many things that she had thought about doing since you had left that day. She had even considered going over to your estate only a few days after the fact to ask you if you’d like to do it all again. Obanai had convinced her otherwise, saying it was better if you came to them since they were the ones to go to you first.

He was certain you’d come back, though Mitsuri couldn’t really figure out why he was so sure of it. “You look beautiful.” Mitsuri smiled as she looked you over. “Oh-thank you… you look beautiful as well.” You hoped it looked effortless, as effortless as Mitsuri looked. Though something about the smile on her face told you she knew you had put a little bit of time into your appearance before coming over. “You’re so cute, y/n-chan. You’re trying so hard to not seem flustered but I see right through you.” She sauntered across the room, not stopping until she stood right before you. One motion and you knew she wanted you to open your legs, allowing her closer.

“You’re desperate aren’t you? It’s okay to admit it…” she reached to hold your face, holding you so you couldn’t look away from her. “… I am too.” “Y-you are?” You weren’t sure why you felt so vulnerable, part of you felt like you were a bother for coming over. “Of course I am, I’ve been thinking about you since you left last week. I wanted to go after you the moment you disappeared from our sight. I even had my crow follow you to make sure you got home alright.” Her thumb was brushing your cheek bone, green eyes scanning every inch of your features. “That so?” Your voice was just above a whisper, hoarse with desire. Her gentle reassurance quickly had your doubt melting away, replacing it with the desire that had driven you to this point.

“Of course it’s so.” Obanai was standing in the doorway, his haori discarded somewhere out of your sight. “Mitsuri…and I… were concerned about you. You left quickly after all, you never gave us a chance to discuss things with you.” “Discuss things…?” You glanced between the two pillars. “Yes, a lot happened, you know. And you were scurrying out the door… I should say limping out the door…” Mitsuri shot him a look, one that had him throwing his hands in his defense. “…anyways. I didn’t take it easy on you, then you were quick to leave after. Would have been nice if you stuck around to at least assure me you enjoyed yourself. I may treat you like a dick but I’m not heartless.” He stepped into the room, making his way to the vanity table Mitsuri had set up. “So, before we do anything… Did you enjoy yourself last time? Anything you’d like to do differently this time?” He began to unwrap his bandages, Mitsuri’s hands gently guided you back to looking at her. “Well, y/n? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I… of course I did. I mean I was a bit overwhelmed at first but… I enjoyed it a lot. I… wouldn't have you do anything differently… honestly.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you uttered the last words, finally admitting to yourself more so than them that you did, in fact, enjoy the rough treatment. “That’s good to hear, though it would have been better to hear it a week ago.” Mitsuri let go of your cheek as Obanai spoke, stepping away from you with a small smile. Your head turned to look at the serpent pillar, face growing warm as you observed his unmasked face. Even in the dull glow of the candle light his scars stuck out. His eyebrows raised subtly, as if he was surprised to see you staring. You looked away quickly, chewing on your inner cheek in a failed attempt at not being embarrassed for getting caught.

“Well, if we’re all on the same page… why don’t we give it another go?” Mitsuri was shouldering off her kimono as she spoke, an innocent smile plastered to her face as her breasts spilled out of the top. There was something almost comical about the way both you and Obanai’s eyes zeroed in on her breasts, as if she were dangling candy in front of a baby. “Y-yeah… another go sounds good…” your skin prickled with desire, hands coming down to pull at the belt that kept your kimono in place. You stood a little quicker than you intended, the garment falling apart half hazardously as you tried to shoulder it off. “Eager… how cute.” Mitsuri was in front of you a moment later, helping you tug the garments off as Obanai observed quietly as he did before.

He loved to let Mitsuri take the lead, obediently waiting for her green light to do as he pleased. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, especially not when he was watching two women undress each other. His arms came to cross over his chest again, falling to lean back against the wall. You took the opportunity to close the distance, crashing your lips to Mitsuri’s and swallowing the noises of surprise she made. Your hands found her breasts easily, kneading the soft flesh for a moment before you moved closer, pressing your chest to hers. The noises of approval, her hands on your bare waist as your kimono fell in a heap on the floor, every motion causing your confidence to soar. “…bed.” It was breathless, saliva connecting your lips even after separating.

You let her go, dropping back to your spot on the edge of the bed. “Perfect… Now lay back.” You did as she asked, propping yourself on your elbows to watch her bend down to toss both of your kimonos to the side. “Obanai… you’ll do as I ask, right?” Your gaze shifted between the two, the smile on his face was enough to make your heart skip. “Of course.” It was almost effortless, as if the two had discussed things prior to your arrival. “Good.” Mitsuri was crawling onto the bed a moment later, arms and legs caging you in as she smiled down at you. “Lay back fully, no need for you to be up at all.” Again, you did as she instructed, completely enthralled by her and her closeness. “You did such a good job last time, eating me out and such…” you swallowed, eyes widening as your hazy brain began connecting the dots.

“I want you to do it again… just a different position this time. If that’s alright?” You blinked a few times, “you’re asking if it's alright to sit on my face?” You needed to hear her say it, not just imply it. Mitsuri’s face warmed considerably at your bluntness. “That’s exactly what I’m asking.” Yet she didn’t miss a beat. “Then, yes. Absolutely it’s alright.” There was no point in hiding your eagerness, not when your entire body seemed to throb with the desire to please her… and to please yourself. “Good girl…” the sudden praise sent a shiver through you, hands reaching to find purchase on her thighs as she crawled further up your body. “Real quick before we start… one tap on my thigh signals that you’re doing good when I ask. Two taps means you need to pause… three means you can’t breathe and need me to get up. Simple enough?”

This was a new side of Mitsuri, a side that took charge when Obanai wasn’t in the mix just yet. You loved it. “Yes, that’s simple enough.” You swore you heard Obanai chuckle at your obedience. Then again you couldn’t be annoyed when Mitsuri’s cunt was just inches from your face. “Alright then…” you swallowed again, watching as Mitsuri pushed herself up one last time. Plush thighs caged your head, Mitsuri’s cunt was hovering just above your face now. “Sit… please.” You begged softly, all too eager to feel her soft thighs squeeze your head. Mitsuri chuckled softly but lowered herself down just as you asked. Your tongue darted out immediately, licking fat stripes up her folds until they were slick with your saliva. Your nails dug into the soft plush of her thighs, dragging her down further as you lapped at her entrance.

The angle itself caused your nose to bump her clit every few passes, but created the perfect position to edge her for a while. Soft noises escaped the woman above you, her hips rocking ever so slight against your eager tongue. You drew the first moan from her when you tilted just enough to graze her clit with your tongue. Her warmth was intoxicating, making you feel warm all over as you licked and sucked at her cunt. Tentatively you prodded her entrance, collecting the taste of her arousal on your tongue as her head fell back. “You’re so good at this…” the feeling of her hands threading through your hair sent you into overdrive, tongue moving even quicker against her dripping cunt. The longer you worked on her the more prominent the throb between your own legs became.

“Spread your legs for me, please…” she moaned softly, hand reaching back to tap the flesh of your thigh. You spread them effortlessly and without hesitation, shivering as your cunt was revealed to the cooler air of the room. You were wet, embarrassingly so at this point. After only a few minutes of eating her out, you were dripping and needy. You weren’t quite sure what she was planning, considering she went back to gripping your hair and moaning praises as you worked. You nearly forgot about it after a minute, especially as Mitsuri’s first orgasm hit her at full speed. “O-oh fuck…” she yelped, hips jerking agaisnt your unrelenting tongue until she pulled herself up just a bit. You could catch your breath for a moment before tugging her desperately back down… she wasn’t going to deny you after all.

You tilted your chin upwards again, angling yourself to lick and suck at her already sensitive clit. Her whimpers and moans were all you could hear over the muffling of her thighs caging your head. When you felt something wet and warm on your own cunt, it came as a complete surprise. The noise that left you proved it, Mitsuri’s laughter following. “Don’t worry… it’s just Obanai.” You figured that much but the realization that his tongue was on your pussy was enough to freeze you up for a moment, mind drawing a blank. You tapped twice, shock causing you to need a moment so you could gasp for air. Mitsuri lifted herself, smiling down at you as Obanai’s hands gripped the flesh of your thighs, keeping them spread. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle this…” Obanai’s mouth was hovering your cunt, eyes trailing over your breasts and further up to taken in Mitsuri’s ass and back. “You caught her by surprise.”

Mitsuri spoke for you, rather likely the way your pupils seemed to dilate in response. Obanai made a noise of disinterest before lowering again, tongue slipping between your folds to prod at your clit. A shaky gasp left you, body feeling so warm you swore you’d melt into a puddle. You dragged Mitsuri back down, needing to feel her weight back on you. It was almost comforting in an odd way. You lapped at her cunt the best you could, a wet mess of your saliva and her arousal covered your chin. All the while Obanai was teasing your entrance with one finger, mouth suctioned to your aching clit. He was relentless, just like last time, not giving you any moment to adjust by starting off rough and fast.

You could already feel the familiar tension building, everything was too much, making you too sensitive. The moment he curled that one finger your thighs shook, but it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. He knew that, which is why he kept doing it. The goosebumps that prickled your skin were a dead giveaway to him. So he didn’t adjust whatsoever, instead he dangled your orgasm right out of your reach. Every thrust of his finger had arousal dripping out of you, wetter and wetter as his saliva covered your cunt. You tried your best to keep up, the awkward angle making it a bit hard to do exactly what you wanted.

So, you tapped her thigh twice. “You okay?” She cooed softly, chest heaving as she had been just seconds away from coming a second time. “Yeah but…” you moaned as Obanai added a second finger, laughing softly at your reaction. “Can you turn around? Sit on my face the other direction.” It would be much easier for you if she could do that. “Oh? Sure…” Mitsuri moved herself around, locking eyes with Obanai as she did. He pulled away from your cunt, mouth and chin shining with your arousal. “Hey pretty.” You sucked in a breath, not used to the tender voice he was using with her.

Mitsuri giggled softly, moving backwards until she was hovering over your face again. Obanai watched, two fingers still knuckle deep and scissoring you open. You dragged Mitsuri down again, lips suction to her clit and sucking. “O-oh!” Mitsuri nearly fell forward, the new intensity bringing her right back to the brink of her second orgasm. “O-Obanai… can I?” His eyes shifted from her face to where your mouth was. After a second he connected the dots. “By all means, pretty.” You had no idea what was going on above and below you, too focused on getting her to cum a second time. Your chest seemed to freeze, breath sucked straight from your lungs as you felt Mitsuri’s body press to yours.

A second later you felt what was undeniably her tongue, not Obanai’s. The realization along with the sensation was almost dizzying. Obanai’s fingers resumed their normal pace as he watched Mitsuri eat you out instead of him. This time there was no edging, no teasing, Mitsuri was determined to bring you over the edge the same time you bought her over it. Which wouldn’t be hard at all considering how worked up you’d been due to Obanai’s stingy attitude. There was something incredibly lewd about the sight before him, maybe it was the sounds… no it was definitely the sounds… that were getting him the most.

Your pussy was squelching with each thrust of his fingers, walls suctioning to them as if you were trying to hold onto him. There were also the noises you were both making, the moans, the sound of wet tongues sliding along each other’s most sensitive parts… he cursed under his breath. His pants were far too tight, even though he had discarded his uniform top his skin was way too warm. He withdrew his fingers a moment later, placing his hand back on your other thigh to keep you spread. Your arousal smeared across your skin where his fingers gripped you, if you weren’t so occupied you would have complained about his withdrawal.

Obanai, however, had other plans. He watched Mitsuri for a moment longer before ducking his own head back down. The love pillar seemed a bit surprised as his head brushed hers, it only took a moment to understand what he was after. The angle was a bit awkward but he managed to fit his face down where Mitsuri couldn’t reach. While she was busy sucking on your clit, Obanai began fucking you with his tongue. Now your mind was really going hazy, your tongue’s eagerness halting all together as you simply forgot how to breathe. It was almost too much, too much warmth, too much stimulation… way too lewd for you to handle when Mitsuri was sitting snugly on your face.

You ached to see it, letting your imagination run wild with the ideas of what the two pillars looked like as they ate you out. Mitsuri took the initiative to begin rocking her hips against you, needing to reach her own release a second time. Especially since it was so close, she couldn’t let you leave her hanging again. Mitsuri’s gasp sent you spiraling, orgasm washing over you so intensely that you couldn’t help but cry out against her cunt as she came with you. After a few seconds, Mitsuri pushed herself off of you, falling to a heap right beside you on the bed. Obanai pulled away, taking the opportunity to stand and begin undoing the belt of his pants.

He looked over both of you, chests heaving as you tried to calm down. “Don’t tell me you’ve both worn yourselves out.” there was a small bit of relief as the restriction of his uniform fell off of him. He wiped his mouth of your arousal, watching as Mitsuri pushed herself up to look down at you. “S-still with us?” You nodded, hands rubbing your face to get rid of the shine. “Y-yeah… fuck.” Mitsuri smiled, different from her others, lazier. It sent your heart into a frenzy. “Do you wanna lay this way instead? It’ll be easier for what I want to do next.” You did as she asked, moving to lay on the bed regularly rather than sprawling across it.

“W-what exactly do you have in mind.” You had come to the conclusion that the two pillars must have discussed things at some point. Given the fact that Obanai wasn’t raising any questions, instead giving Mitsuri full reigns to do as she pleased for the time being. “Don’t worry, you get to relax for this. I’ll be doing all the work.” You let her move your legs, spreading them wide to reveal your cunt again. You watched her curiously, turning her body to hook one of your legs under her own. It took a moment but you quickly realized what she was doing yet again. “I-oh… I see…”

Your hands found purchase in their bedsheets, a terrible attempt at grounding yourself as Mitsuri slotted her cunt against yours. “I heard that this is supposed to be pretty fun.” She commented offhandedly, rocking her hips against yours. It was warm, slick enough that her hips gilded easily. Obanai studied you particularly closely, watching as you angled yourself better to aid Mitsuri. It was a bit addicting, watching the two of you fumble around. He would gladly let Mitsuri try all of the things she didn’t get to last time, but there was only so long he could wait before needing to put you back in your place.

The throbbing was only getting worse, but Obanai was a man of patience, he could resist his own temptation in order to really take it out on you. He’d never admit it to your face, but he’d been thinking about you just as often as Mitsuri had been. He was eagerly waiting for you to come crawling back, begging for more, just as Mitsuri hoped you would. Though she worded it far nicer than he ever could.

“Do you think she’s alright…” Mitsuri sighed, clinging to Obanai’s arm a moment later as you finally disappeared from their sight. “She’s fine, she’ll likely walk off the limp by the end of the day.” The dissatisfied sigh that left the woman beside him was enough for him to know that’s not what she meant. “You were really rough on her, I’ve never seen you act like that in the bedroom.” Obanai knew that was coming, though for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel like explaining himself on the matter.

“If she didn’t like it, she would have asked me to stop.” Silence fell between the two as they stood in the doorway of their estate. He really wished you hadn’t run off so quickly, there were far too many questions that they wanted answers to. “Should I go visit her tomorrow?” Obanai shook his head, taking a step back and pulling Mitsuri along with him as they entered their estate once more. “Leave her be for now. If she wants to, she’ll come back when she’s ready.” Mitsuri didn’t seem satisfied with that answer but decided to leave it alone.

“Mitsuri, you’ll have us here for hours at this rate.” Obanai was moving onto the bed, you realized that at some point he had discarded all of his clothing. You’d been much too busy with Mitsuri to even notice. “B-but… it’s so…” she huffed, the tingling remnants of an orgasm hovering just out of her reach. “It’s frustrating, that’s what it is.” He was moving behind her, hands trailing up her sides. “See, you’re even breaking a sweat, pretty girl.” His tone was enough to make you look away, for some reason it felt more intimate than the position you and Mitsuri were in.

“I-I’m so… close just give us a minute.” Mitsuri’s hips swiveled against yours quicker, whining softly as Obanai’s hands made it to her breasts. You glanced at her again, one hand reaching forward in hopes of her coming closer. She caught on, breaking away from her boyfriend to crash her lips to yours. For a moment, Obanai was reminded of the fact that this was likely still a competition in your eyes. Essentially being ignored for this long was finally getting on his nerves. He was more than willing to let Mitsuri have her fun, but your sly little tricks to keep Mitsuri away from him… he was at his wits end. “You’re not as subtle as you think.” You knew it was directed at you, that alone had you smiling into her hungry kiss.

Obanai clicked his tongue, moving to pull Mitsuri back towards him. “C’mon now, you’ve had your fun…” he cooed as she gasped, her third orgasm of the night hitting her as she fell into him. You were dazed, Obanai had pulled her away just before you were able to cum. “Remember what we talked about?” You watched them intently, pushing yourself up into a sitting position with your legs still tangled in her’s. “I-I Sorta do.” Obanai chuckled, motioning for Mitsuri to sit up by the pillows. “You’ll remember better in a minute.” He let her go, watching as she untangled herself from you.

With Mitsuri out of the way, you were left on full display for Obanai. Nothing was separating him from you now, especially as Mitsuri settled just behind you on the mattress. “I’d like to think that we’ve been lingering in your mind.” the comment had scrunching your nose, not quite seeing where he was taking this. “Tell me, have you touched yourself thinking about us?” your legs immediately wanted to snap shut as his eyes dragged over your glistening cunt. “I haven’t actually… couldn’t satisfy myself in the way you both did.” It tumbled past your lips despite your body’s natural reaction to shrink away.

Obanai seemed pleased with that answer, hand wrapping around the base of his neglected cock, finally giving it a small bit of attention. “Hmm? That’s just what I wanted to hear.” he chuckled softly, breathier than normal as he stroked himself slowly. “How pathetic you must have looked…felt…nothing but your fingers and it still did nothing for you.” He ruined you, so did Mitsuri. If you had the capacity to think of anything outside of the two of them at this given moment… You’d be wondering how you’d go on with your life after this came to an end. “Probably sounded pathetic too…” you weren’t sure what made you want to feed into his narrative, but the red coating his cheeks as he spoke to you made you want to see him crumble.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” Mitsuri spoke for you, hands coming up to run through your disheveled hair with her eyes locked on Obanai’s fist. “Couldn’t stop whining… it was frustrating you know… kept thinking about the two of you…” Obanai inhaled sharply, torn between wanting to put you in your place and ease your previous frustrations. Though he couldn’t understand why he was even torn in the first place… that was a thought for later. “Oh? I’d that’s the case why don’t you tell me how badly you want this.” He motioned to his cock, head tilting and eager to hear what you would say.

“Haven’t I given you enough? Or would you rather I fuck your girlfriend again to prove it?” Mitsuri suppressed a giggle, shifting herself so your head was in her lap. Leaning her weight on her free hand, she continued to stroke your hair. Obanai huffed out a humorless laugh, “You’re still a fucking pain.” You yelped as he suddenly grabbed your ankles, holding them as tightly. “Mitsuri, remember now?” Obanai’s tone changed as he spoke to her, purposely ignoring your wide eyes. “Yeah, I believe I do.” Her fingers left your hair, trailing down to your arm and stopping when she reached your wrist.

You glanced up at her, watching as she found herself a new position and reached for your other wrist. Now, she sat behind you, head on her lap and legs tucked neatly underneath herself. She brought your wrists together slowly, holding them in a gentle grip that you knew you wouldn’t be able to escape from even if you wanted to. “Good job.” Obanai cooed as he moved closer, shifting his grip from your ankles to your calves as he pushed your legs towards your chest. “Mitsuri wanted me to take it easier on you this time around, she’d like me to be gentle with you…” now, he fully pressed your legs to your chest, forcing you into an awkward position, one you couldn’t move from. “I told her no.”

You swallowed, being completely restrained sent a chill down your spine, the second orgasm you’d been denied of only moments prior was prickling your skin. That familiar throb returned, aching so deeply it was as if you never came in the first place. Obanai angled himself, pressing the dull head of his cock to your weeping entrance, no assistance needed. “You don’t mind, right? You like when I use you like a fuck toy… it’s why you came back, yeah?” You would say or agree to anything in that moment, especially with the way he was shallowly thrusting against you, teasing you by not entering at all.

“C’mon…I won’t do anything till you tell me I’m right…” he pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock splitting you open. You inhaled sharply, hands flexing in Mitsuri’s grasp as you sought for something to ground you. “Y-yes… fuck you… seriously… but yes. Use me… please just fucking—“ Obanai cut you off, pressing his hips forward and bottoming out immediately, watching intently as you squealed and squirmed from the sudden intrusion. Your eyes had squeezed shut, lips trembling as you tried to steady your breathing. You were wet enough that bottoming out within a second hadn’t hurt but the stretch had certainly taken your breath away.

“Ah, Obanai…” Mitsuri’s brows were creased with worry, easily switching both of your wrists to one hand so she could caress your cheek with the other. “She can take it.” He spoke through gritted teeth, heart thumping wildly as your walls spasmed and suctioned to him. Maybe he had neglected himself a little too much during you and Mitsuri’s foreplay. He could feel himself throbbing, threatening already to spill a load deep inside of you. It pissed him off to no end, especially since he had no intentions of cumming in you. He still didn’t think you were quite ready for that yet, he still didn’t think you deserved it. “Can you?” Mitsuri’s question caught both of you off guard, your eyes flying wide to stare up at Mitsuri before moving to stare at Obanai who was hovering over you.

“Oh? You’re picking up on her sharp tongue, aren’t you, pretty girl.” Obanai chuckled, though you could tell it was a bit strained. He hadn’t moved yet, the grip on your legs would likely leave bruises. It thrilled you. Mitsuri sighed, thumb still rubbing along your cheek as she gripped your wrists together. “Just seems like you’re trying not to cum, Obanai.” You didn’t think she had it in her, her voice had taken on a sultry undertone, different from the breathy whines she bestowed upon you. “Watch it…” he gritted out, face bright red as his eyes squeezed shut.

He hadn’t expected Mitsuri to defend you… though he couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy seeing her do so. “Well? Is her pussy that good?” You swore you were dreaming, that’s what it is, you were dreaming right? You never would have thought Mitsuri was capable of talking in such a way. Obanai seemed a bit hesitant, as if she were testing him by asking. “I’m serious, it’s not like I have the ability to feel it the way you do…” it clicked, she was a bit envious. “I mean I know how good it feels from the outside… but inside… ahh I wish I could know! Tell me please, Obanai.”

For a moment your eyes locked, you and Obanai sharing the same look of disbelief as Mitsuri rambled on. It took him a moment to collect himself, he had gotten passed the point of nearly coming but now he needed to wrap his brain around everything Mitsuri had said. “I…uhm…good… it feels good.” He swallowed, looking up at Mitsuri through his lashes. “Ah that’s not good enough! Describe it to me…” she whined softly, the feeling making your entire body squirm. You needed him to move, if not you were convinced you’d lose your mind being stuffed so full while listening to them speak in such a way about you.

“It’s…shit… it’s warm…” it was a slow start, just as slow as he dragged his hips backwards before pushing in again. The fraction of a movement, barely there but enough to have you gritting your teeth. “C’mon Obanai… you can do better than that…” Mitsuri sighed “you could also do better if you moved.” She had a disappointing tone, as if upset Obanai wasn’t doing as she asked of him. That seemed to be enough to jumpstart his brain…and his hips… as he gasped. Legs still pressed to your chest, he used them for leverage as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back into you.

A loud, shaking moan slipped past your lips as he repeated the process, pistoning his hips until you couldn’t see straight. “I’m waiting…” she mewled softly, watching your face contorted in pleasure while Obanai seemed to be biting his tongue. “It’s…” he groaned as your walls suctioned and spasmed around him, your cunt was good, too good even, and it irked him to no end. Admitting that out loud just may kill him, but disappointing Mitsuri seemed like a far worse fate to face. “It’s good…fuck it’s so wet.”

You inhaled sharply, skin prickling with sweat as he spoke. Your pain was fully outweighed by the pleasure, though you were certain your body would be sore after. “It’s tight too, hot and wet and tight…soft…” his hips stuttered as he lost control over his words, taking only a moment before he found his rhythm again. “And it’s still undeserving of my cock.” He gritted out, looking you in the eye now without any embarrassment. “It’s the pussy of a little fucking whore.” The smile was strained, but it sent a shrill of arousal through your entire body, walls fluttering uncontrollably.

“Oh…” she cooed softly, urging him to keep going as your moans turned to cries. Tears burned your eyes, clit throbbing and neglected as he continued to pound into you. You couldn’t even figure out where the tears had come from, but that didn’t matter one bit. Not when Obanai’s pupils seemed to drown out the color of his eyes, completely enthralled by the wet streams running towards your temples. He wanted to see them streak your face, the same way they did when he shoved his cock so far down your throat… “What a little whore… mad that I won’t make you my cum dumpster?”

He chuckled, hips meeting your body particularly hard, dragging an unrestrained yelp from you. “Answer me or I won’t move.” Mitsuri was quietly hypnotized by the scene playing out right before her, cunt throbbing with needy desire. She couldn’t tell who she wanted to be more… Obanai was never this rough with her but she’d give anything to experience you the way he was right now.

“Obanai…” you whined softly, his own name coming from your lips caught him by surprise. “Please…” you didn’t even know what you were asking for, uttering the words in hope that he’d somehow decipher it. “Obanai… kiss her.” Mitsuri instructed softly, the tears leaking from your eyes never slowed. Obanai stopped for a minute, teasing you by only leaving half of his length inside.

“Kiss her? Why should I do that?” He hadn’t kissed you ever, not last time and you assumed he wouldn’t this time. “Because I want you to… I’m sure she wants you to… you want to.” Mitsuri’s face was flushed, pupils dilated and eyes filled with need. Obanai couldn’t say no when she looked like that. You watched him, chest heaving as you sniffled, waiting for him to act. Obanai shifted more of his weight onto you, hands gripping your legs so intensely you were certain there would be bruises for a while. His hips pushed into you again, just as his lips crashed to yours. It was sloppy, a mess of teeth and tongue.

You cried into the kiss, the new closeness allowed you the tiniest bit of friction for your aching clit. Each thrust had his hips slapping into yours, abdomen pressing to your lower half just as tightly. Obanai seemed to lose himself a bit, kissing you so deeply you forgot how to breathe. He parted a moment later, head ducking to bury itself in your neck as he bit down on the sensitive skin. You yelped, body flinching as his teeth threatened to break your skin. “There…” he pulled away, admiring the deep indents of his teeth.

Mitsuri watched as your lips met his again, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. She had to wonder how he was holding up so well, considering he was seconds away from falling apart after entering you. Though, maybe that offhand thought had jinxed him. Obanai’s thrusts turned sloppy, he was convinced he could last long enough to pull out of you right when the timing was right. It wouldn’t be that hard, he’s done it before.

Yet you continued to prove him wrong, walls tightening like a vice around his cock, pulling his orgasm straight through him. He gasped into your mouth, pure shock as he dragged his hips out of you, spurting the rest of his release on your cunt. Though, it had been too late, some of his cum had been released deep inside of you. His face was bright red, a look of shock on all three of your faces as his lips parted from yours. The room was quiet save for your ragged breathing, you couldn’t quite believe that he had messed up. Though it drew a cocky smile up your tired face, “I-I thought you weren’t gonna give me your cum… thought I wasn’t good enough…” you glanced up a Mitsuri, her eyes locked on your cum covered cunt.

Obanai couldn’t meet your eyes for a moment, he too was watching his own release slip out of your fluttering hole. “Mitsuri…” his voice was low, the grip on your legs finally loosening enough for you to relax them a bit. “Hmm?” She was hiding a smile, wishing he would have dumped the whole load in. “You’re going to fix this.” He moved away from you entirely, dick still twitching with need despite coming. “Fix it?” She let go of your wrists, watching as you managed to stretch while keeping your legs spread in order to not smear his cum. “Yes, you’re going to clean her up… with your mouth.” Obanai had made enough room for Mitsuri to take his place, hand wrapping around his cock tightly.

“And you’re going to make up for it.” You watched him motion towards his cock before meeting her eyes again. “You caused this, after all.” You blinked, watching Mitsuri move without hesitation, settling below you on her stomach, ass in the air for him. “H-how’d Mitsuri cause this?” You yelped as the pink haired woman dragged her nails over your thighs, hands kneading the squishy flesh before dragging you closer. “Doesn’t matter, but seeing that she’s complying so easily, she knows I’m right.” Mitsuri only chuckled, tongue licking up your thigh. You couldn’t complain, not when you still felt a cocky sense of pride over what happened.

Instead of cleaning you up like he instructed, Mitsuri used two fingers to collect the rest of his release. You gasped as she plunged both fingers inside, forcing more of his cum in you. Obanai watched with parted lips, hand coming to knead the flesh of Mitsuri’s ass before lining his cock up with her entrance. “She really is rubbing off on you, you’re usually so obedient.” Mitsuri hummed before moving her mouth to hover over your clit, looking at you with a small smile. “I’ve come to see why y/n finds it so fun to mess with you… you’re pretty hot when you’re mad and embarrassed.” Her mouth met your clit a moment later, tongue lapping at it.

Obanai scoffed, rosy blush on his cheeks as he pressed his hips forward. Even when mad, he still managed to take things easy on her. At least… easier than he did with you. Mitsuri’s stuttering breath had your head tilting back, the orgasm that had been dangled out of your reach that whole time was now in your grasp. Sloppy and uneven thrusts forced Mitsuri’s mouth against your cunt in various amounts of pressure. The tension in your gut building with each struggling suck and lick as Obanai’s hips met her ass with each thrust. “Gonna cum again?” He was seething, yet perfectly able to control himself when it came to Mitsuri.

“Fuck…yes…” you slurred out, walls twitching around her fingers as she messily plunged them in and out of you. You came crashing down around her, a loud breathless moan escaping your lips as your body arched off the mattress. Mitsuri whined, losing balance as your body moved away from her. Obanai watched both of you in fascination, yet he was not willing to let himself get distracted like he did before. That’s why he blamed Mitsuri, asking him to kiss you had fully thrown him off. He had become so engulfed in you that he didn’t even recognize the warning signs until he was already diving head first off of the cliff.

His hips moved in a hasty rhythm, the flesh of Mitsuri’s ass rippling each time he moved forward. It was addicting, just as addicting as to it fucked out expression as you tried to sit yourself up. “Don’t run off now…hah…I’m not done yet.” Obanai fixed you in place with a hard glare, your eyes immediately shifting down to the mumbling and drooling mess below you. Mitsuri was on the brink of another orgasm, at this point she had lost count of how many she had. The only thought ringing through her mind was how well both of you treated her. “Y/n… Obanai…” you it names left her in a struggling mantra, drunk off of both of your bodies.

“Come for me, pretty girl… I know you want to.” Sweat was dripping down his temple, abdomen going taut as he tried to hold himself back. He had other plans in mind, he refused to come until he was able to achieve them. You, on the other hand, moved forward, body feeling like gelatin as you moved towards him. Obanai’s eyebrow cocked, watching as you struggled to move to the opposite end of Mitsuri. You nearly collapsed into him, watching as the pink haired woman squashed her cheek into the mattress, no longer able to support herself.

“Here…come for us please…” your hand snaked lower, finding her clit and rubbing it quickly. Overstimulation nearly overpowered her pleasure as a high pitched shriek left her, her final orgasm ripping through her body as a gush of warm liquid splattered Obanai, your hand and the sheets below. “Holy shit…” you croaked as she fell limply against the mattress, pulling Obanai out of her in the process. “Fucking filthy…” Obanai sneered, as he looked at you. “Get on your knees.” He ordered a moment later, cock wet and shining from Mitsuri’s release.

You nearly fell off of the bed, knees hitting the wooden floor unceremoniously. You knew what was coming next, it sent a shrill of arousal through you as he got off of the bed with you. “Open your mouth… though from the looks of it you know what’s coming, don’t you? You little whore.” Your mouth parted, tongue sticking out as he grabbed your cheeks with his free hand. As excited as you were, you still clinched when a glob of his spit landed on your tongue. “Be a good little whore and swallow like you did last time.” You did, mouth shutting and reopening a moment later.

“Atta girl…” the praise nearly had you melting. Mitsuri watched from the mattress, too worn out to even lift her head, never mind moving to help you. Obanai, as ruthless as ever, shoved his cock down your throat in a similar fashion to last time. You choked, embarrassingly loud as tears burned your eyes again. He hit the back of your throat, hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to drag you along his length. The taste of bitter precum mixed with Mitsuri’s release, the force of his tugging making you see stars. Your hands scrambled to find his legs, nails scratching the delicate skin of his thighs as you tried to steady your breathing.

Your nose brushed his pubic bone, body tensing as he held you in place. You looked upwards through wet lashes, watching a smirk creep up his face. The scars on his cheeks only lengthened it, he reminded you of a snake. You had the urge to call him beautiful again, though it would be quite difficult to do so at the moment. You forced your jaw to relax, seeing that he had no intentions of pulling out just yet. “You’re such an addictive pain in the ass… I mean really.” He pulled your hair a little tighter, watching as tears slipped down your cheeks. Sick satisfaction bubbled in his gut as your eyes turned glossy.

He let you go a moment later, allowing you a second to breathe properly before shoving himself back down. “I’ve never met someone so infuriating…ha…yet so fucking intoxicating. To the point I actually miss your presence.” You made a noise of surprise, watching his head fall back as your throat vibrated. “T-that shocks you hmm? I figured it would…shit…ya know I’m really trying, Mitsuri.” His eyes shot over to her, her eyes lidded with sleep as she watched. “She was so persistent about me being nicer to you… easier…” his hips began thrusting back and forth, building in tempo slowly.

“I think you can take it though, I think you enjoy being used as a fuck toy.” He slammed his hips down, earning another harsh gag from you as drool dripped down your chin. Your tongue lathered the underside of his cock, throat constricting as you swallowed the best you could around him. It didn’t help the saliva running down your chin and neck, dribbling onto your chest as Obanai had his way with you. “Cmon now…” his hand hit your cheek a couple times, pulling your attention back to him. “You enjoy it, don’t you?” this time you hummed something similar to a yes, throat vibrating around him once again. He was going to cum, he knew he was, but he was torn.

Come down your throat or see how pathetic you look with your face covered in it. He was already familiar with the satisfaction that came with the ladder, seeing your face covered was all too appealing. Not willing to fuck up again, the hand in your hair tightened to keep you in place as he retreated from your mouth all together. “Be a good little bitch and keep your mouth open…tongue out.” You watched with blurry vision as he pumped himself with his free hand. Your saliva clung to him, allowing his fist to glide rapidly. “You got lucky.. Lucky that Mitsuri distracted me. This time…fuck… this time it’s my way.”

It took a few more pumps for Obanai to spill himself all over your face. Sticky white painted your mouth, chin, chest and even your cheeks. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of getting it where you’d prefer you didn’t. The sight itself was nothing short of filthy, paired with the shaking whines of the man fisting your hair, it was enough to make Mitsuri squirm, head turning to look away. Obanai let go once his orgasm had died down, nothing but labored breathing filled the room as you tried to collect your wits. “Are you alright?” Obanai’s voice was quiet, face flushed and sweaty as he dropped down to your level. You swallowed, “Y..yeah…a wet cloth would be nice though…”

“Of course… get on the bed and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back.” Mitsuri was pushing herself up, scooting to lay her head on one of the pillows. “Ahh y/n-chan, come lay beside me. You’re not running away from us again.” You pushed yourself up as Obanai disappeared from the room, making your way over to the bed and nearly collapsing onto the sheets. The only thing stopping you was the fear of making a mess… granted the sheets already needed to be changed due to Mitsuri. “Run away? I slept here last time too.” You chuckled softly as she rolled over. “Yes, but you still ran away the morning after. You’re not allowed to do that this time!”

“That so? How come.” you teased softly, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest. “We have a lot to discuss, but I’m far too tired… you are too.” You opened your mouth but no words came out, “Mitsuri, you’re doing it again. You make it seem like we’re going to execute her or something. Don’t fill her head with useless worries or she’ll never fall asleep.” Obanai entered the room, wet cloth and new sheets in hand. He had also taken the time to throw on a kimono, as if trying to be modest after what you had just done. You let him clean your face, hands gentle as he wiped away his mess. It was probably the gentlest he’d ever touched you.

“Sorry…I guess that’s true.” Mitsuri slurred, already falling asleep. “G’night Mitsuri.” you laughed softly, eyes glancing over Obanai’s face. “We’ll change the bedding in the morning. You can bathe then as well, we have clothing you’d like if you’d allow us to wash the clothing you came in.” He was motioning you backwards, pulling a pillow to place under your head. “Oh… thank you…I don’t mean to be a nuisance.” he scoffed, shouldering off the clothing he had put on once again. “Stop saying things like that. We want you here, y/n.” You snorted, “You’ve called me a pain multiple times.” He climbed in beside you, the gentle snores signaling that Mitsuri had fallen asleep already.

“That’s because you are. But that’s not a bad thing… I assume you see me as a pain as well.” He sighed, settling comfortably on his back. “Oh absolutely… you’re just a bit insufferable… though I can’t say you don’t fuck me good.” You hummed, ignoring the burn in your cheeks as you shifted onto your side, back facing him. “Glad we’re on the same page… now get some sleep. Mitsuri and I have some things to talk about in the morning with you… so don’t try and run off like last time.” You huffed softly, muttering out a soft “fine” as sleep tugged at you. You could sleep easier when they were with you, warmth on each side, lulling you to sleep.

The third and final part of this little series will be I Always Do It Better

I plan on working on it and posting it hopefully some time this summer… definitely don’t intend on making y’all wait over a year again lmfao. I hope you enjoyed this part!! - May

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vmbrq · 1 year ago

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MINORS DNI ; cnc (breeding?), afab/fem reader

just bc @/hyeyulove said they missed my ethan writing.

giggling rn because being in a relationship with deranged, ghostface ethan landry would be one hell of an experience on its own, but the day you let him fuck you without a condom is the day you can kiss your autonomy GOODBYE LMAOOO that man will NEVER leave you alone. he's already attached to you as is, so you think you can expose him to raw sex with FEELINGS and live the rest of your life in peace? that's actually really funny.

he'll be so needy—pawing at you, pressing up against you, languidly smoothing his hands over your waist and thighs, sheepishly commenting on how good you smell or look, anything to lure you into fulfilling his wishes. even if it's just you sitting on his cock and not moving while you two watch a movie or him teasing only the tip into your cunt, he just wants to feel you. he'd be addicted to how fucking warm and wet you feel without the latex barrier, groaning at how clearly he can feel every twitch and pulse of your walls, his breath hitching as you let him hold you by the hips and slowly guide you up and down along the length of his cock, on the verge of trembling when he clutches you tightly and empties his balls inside you for the second time.

and god forbid you ask him to pull out in the middle of him drilling into you. you're so overwhelmed, crying out and drunk on pleasure, babbling for him to pull out! since it's the only thing you can remember to do. but sometimes, ethan can be so mean when he's in charge. he'd loom over you, eyes wild and dark, lips pulled back into a mocking grin, and laugh. you think you have a chance at deterring him? that's cute. he'd take your moment of bewilderment as you stare up at him with wide eyes to hook his hands under your knees and fold your lower half up and into a mating press.

you don't have a snowball's chance in hell at pushing him off. he's far too heavy, too strong, and he'll reinforce your lack of control by leaning his weight on you to keep you pinned helplessly in place. all you can do is moan and whine and wince, embarrassed, at the obscene squelch of his cock bullying its way deep inside your sticky, overstimulated cunt and the slap of his heavy balls against your pelvis. but as overstimulated as you are, you don’t dislike it. he knows you don’t. if you did, your cunt wouldn’t be squeezing around his cock to keep him inside every time his hips pulled back a bit further than usual. you’re like an open book. he knows you by now.

on another note, the amount of text messages he sends you will increase in general, and if you don't reply within the time frame he deems acceptable, he'll start blowing up your phone. you'll wake up from a long nap, disoriented and not even remembering who the hell you are, and find several missed calls and texts from him as well as your man HIMSELF standing outside your bedroom window.

and those little couples pranks you see on tiktok, the one especially that's like "texting my bf he's gone, you can come over now?" yeah, you can't do that LMAOOO that man is INSANE. you remember how strong he was in that apartment scene where he was terrorizing the core four? HELL nah. you can damn near hear his car tires screech from down the STREET as he swerves around and heads back to you. in his brain, oh, so you think you can just be handing out pussy that good all willy nilly? 🤨 yeah okay. i know that the way he tried to kick in that bedroom door had y'all feeling something, bc me too.

he wouldn't try to kick it down immediately, but he'd stand out there seething, jaw locked, knocking on the door a little harder than normal, fighting to keep his voice even so he won't scare you out of letting him in. but his patience would dwindle rapidly. his behavior would be erratic, switching between pleading and persuasion and guilt-tripping and banging on the door and yelling so quickly you can barely keep up. babe you are playing with your LIFE😭 that pussy got him in a chokehold, and he'll be damned if anyone even gets the opportunity.

#ethan landry smut #scream smut #scream 6 smut #fem reader

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spicymambaae · 10 months ago

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Morning Shenanigans

It was a typical Wednesday morning for Aespa. The sun was streaming through the curtains, signaling the start of another busy day.

Winter stared at the clock, tapping her foot impatiently. Their schedule was tight, and Karina was still sound asleep, face planted into the pillow. The alarm clock's annoying beeping had failed to budge her.

"Karina, wake up! We've got that meeting in an hour, remember?" Winter called out, giving Karina a gentle shake. “Come on, the girls are waiting.”

Karina mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

Winter sighed, realizing that gentle shakes weren't going to cut it this time. Determined to get her girlfriend moving, Winter hatched a plan. With a mischievous grin, she carefully climbed onto the bed and, with the grace of a ninja, straddled Karina's back.

Sitting there, Winter began to knead Karina's shoulders. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead! We've got places to be!" cheerfully declared, as she worked her magic on Karina's tense muscles.

But nope, no response from Karina.

“This woman seems to be dead” Winter thought.

That’s when she decided to take a new approach. She bent down and buried her hand in Karina’s hair, giving her a light massage, her perky breasts rubbing on Karina’s back. Her lips inched closer and placed several kisses on her neck, which made Karina stir slightly. Winter then slid her free hand under Karina’s oversized t-shirt, slowly caressing her back.

“Do you feel this?” Winter whispered in Karina’s ear. She knew she was already awake. She could feel Karina's heart racing beneath her touch, but Winter was starting to feel aroused and wanted to have some fun before kicking off their day. “And this? Do you feel this? Winter pulled her hair and Karina moaned softly.

Winter ran her tongue on Karina’s neck and slightly sucked on her skin. “This woman is fucking delicious” she thought. Winter removed her hand from inside her shirt and lowered her body so that her hands can caress Karina’s ass. It was so tight and plump, she couldn’t help but to squeeze it, making Karina let out an almost inaudible moan that made Winter even more aroused.

In a swift move, Winter got off her and put her hands on the elastic of Karina’s shorts, lowering them to her knees, along with her panties. She could swear that Karina cocked her ass to make it easy for her to remove them.

Winter couldn't help but salivate upon Karina's naked ass in all its glory. It was a sight to behold – firm, smooth, and inviting. Unable to resist, Winter leaned forward and gently bit Karina's ass, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh just enough to leave a gentle mark. Karina let out a sharp moan, but remained still.

She cocked her ass even more, presenting herself to Winter with a silent invitation. Winter found herself entranced by the sight of Karina's pussy – wet, swollen and begging for attention.

She slit her finger down the curve of Karina’s ass until reaching her pussy. She put the tip of her finger right at her tight hole, and Karina buried her head on the pillow, her hands clutched the bed sheet tightly. Winter began to rub Karina's pussy up and down, bringing her wetness all over the delicious, swollen lips.

She suddenly cut the contact and removed Karina’s shorts and panties completely, going up her body and kissing her neck.

In a swift movement, Karina turned her body, throwing Winter on the bed, who let out a short squeal in surprise. Karina climbed on top of her, pinning her hands up. She sat on her belly, making her drenched pussy come into contact with Winter’s skin as she was wearing a top. Winter moaned at the touch. She couldn’t see her pussy as the t-shirt was too big, but she could feel her wetness. She could even swear that she could feel her taste.

“I think you’ll have to wake me up like this every day” Karina said with a mischievous face.

„What the…get off me” Winter said with pursed lips. “You were awake the whole time, you bitch.”

(I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself)

“As if you didn’t know you little pervert.” Karina said rolling her eyes and she began distributing kisses on Winter’s neck as she rubbed her pussy on her belly, it slid so easily since she was completely wet.

“Seriously, get off me” Winter laughed. “We have to go, we’re already late!”

Karina arched an eyebrow.

“Are you going to leave me in this state?” Karina lifted her shirt and leaned back, resting her hands on Winter’s thighs and opening her legs wide. Winter’s brain short-circuited and she just couldn’t stop staring at the glistening pussy before her.

“Hmm? Are you?” Karina asked deviously.

Karina then supported herself on one hand and the other she brought to her pussy, opening her slick folds. Winter could see her cum dripping.

“I…Kar…baby…” Winter couldn’t even formulate a coherent sentence.

“Just look, Winter, look what you did to me.” With her index finger Karina gave light taps on the entrance of her pussy, causing the liquid to form a string between her finger and her pussy. She slid her finger up and slowly circled her clit. Winter had no other choice but to watch everything attentively.

Karina then began to rub her swollen clit with two fingers and every time she did it, she moaned in satisfaction, her eyes locked on Winter’s. No longer being able to handle it, Winter held her thighs and with her thumbs touched her soft pussy. In a rough act, Karina removed Winter’s hands from her body.

“Enough!” Karina said getting off Winter. “The girls are waiting, let’s go.” She said leaving with a smirk on her face.

#omg I hate her #aespa #aespa smut #winrina smut #jiminjeong smut #aespa karina smut #aespa winter smut #kim minjeong #yoo jimin #lovey: one shots

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obsessedelusional · 2 years ago

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Touch Starved

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!Reader

summary ✦ Your costar Bella and you are busy doing a press tour for the new season of the show you work on together. What happens when people begin to notice the tension between you two?

word count ✦ 1,500ish

authors note ✦ second lil Bella oneshot y’all feel free to request for Bella they have rotted my whole brain I need ideas to write lol

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“Did you hear me, Y/N?” The kind lady conducting the interview asks, disrupting your longing gaze at your co-star Bella Ramsey. Working so closely with them for several months, you had formed a tiny crush of them. You tried your best to not make it so obvious but when they were sat next to you hair down and a suit looking so damn fine you couldn’t help it. Sneaking glances all day long. They only made it harder because you couldn’t help but notice how often their hands were on you in some way or another. Usually resting on your hands, fiddling with your fingers. Or one sat on your thighs or one hand holding your lower back. Their hands always found their way to you.

“Sorry, can you repeat it?” You awkwardly let out a laugh before the say it again. You pray that they edit that out.

“What was your favorite part of filming this season?” She smiles, waiting for a response. It happens naturally you eyes dart to Bella who’s sat next to you, her hand rests on your back under your coat. The only thing keeping them from touching your skin the thin shirt wardrobe dressed you in. Their eyes already on you, smile on their lips. You smile back before responding, giving you attention to the interviewer.

“Uh… it was definitely the whole cast. Considering they had already filmed a season before I joined season two, they were all so welcoming. Made me felt like I belonged, very quickly.”

“She fit right in.” Your male costar chimes in.

“I remember the first day I was absolutely terrified. Bella was the first to welcome me with open arms, literally open arms. She’s a hugger.” You tease, playfully shoving their shoulder.

“Don’t act like you hate it.” Bella responds, eyes narrowed.

“I never said that, I love your hugs.” You roll you eyes, only for Bella to throw their other arm over you shoulder hugging you. The feeling of their laughter brings an even bigger smile to your face. Bella gets more comfortable, half hugging you now. The PR lady, Victoria, who’s always around for for press days motions to quit it. You hadn’t noticed but Bella rolls her eyes before letting go of you. The interviewer asks the next question, that goes on for another thirty minutes. The entire time glances are shared between the two of you, filled with playful banter between the two of you and the rest of the cast.

When it finally comes to end everyone separates themselves. Someone on the team for the show ordered an car, sending the cast back to the hotel for the night. It had been a long day and tomorrow was just as long. You wasted no time, getting ready for bed immediately. You were instructed to be up at 5 am for the car to be picked up to take you to hair and makeup for another long day of press.

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You’re sat in hair and makeup, a handful of people working on you. You’d been chugging your coffee since five and it’s yet to kick in, your yawning. Probably pissing of the woman trying to do your makeup. You look up as Bella walks in sitting down in the chair next to you, it’s seven.

“Must be nice to not have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn.” You tease, they take a small sip out of their drink before responding.

“Can’t help that I wake up beautiful.” They beam, flipping their hair dramatically.

“Must be nice.” You say sarcastically.

“You’re always looking beautiful, though.” Bella responds, shocking you.

“Thanks.” You blush, just as the lady doing your makeup tells you to look up. Giving you the perfect excuse not to have to continue the conversation, Bella was good at making you nervous. Sometimes you wondered if she did it on purpose.

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The first press day moment is with a pretty popular news outlet. It goes smoothly, it was a lot quicker than most of the press stuff you did. Your thankful because of how quickly it went by there’s more than enough time to sit at the next studio and eat at their craft service table. The makeup lady touches you up quickly before the group sits down before the camera.

Today they dressed Bella more casually hair is curled, the slightest hint of eyeliner dawns their eyes. They always wore the least makeup, still managing to look effortlessly handsome. You on the other hand we’re forced to sit in the makeup chair for hours sometimes. You’re deep in thought, admiring Bella’s curls when you hear your name.

“Huh?” You ask.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” You smile, readjusting your self.

“Ya know? You seem distracted these last few days.” Bella whispers your way, causing you to grin. Praying your face isn’t as flustered as you feel. The man conducting the interview sits down introducing himself. Each of you take turns saying who you are and who you play. They waste no time, starting in on the questions about the show. About twenty minutes of show related questions pass by before the interviewer starts in on the more personal questions.

“So Bella and Y/N, the two of you shared a lot of screen time together. What’s your relationship like off the screen? After a recent interview, you guys got people wondering.” He asks.

“Wait what?” You ask, confused. They reference the interview from yesterday, how it had been posted this morning. How fans are now wondering what’s going on between the two of you. Teasing you about how much your started at Bella or how Bella rolled her eyes before letting go of you. Almost seemed like some one had instructed Bella off camera to stop, upsetting them in the process. Before either of you can respond, the shows PR person shuts the interviewer down.

“That’s not relevant to the show. Next question.” She commands and the interviewer listens, moving along. You try your best to participate for the rest of the interview too busy spiraling on the information provided to you. You look over to Bella who just give you a reassuring smile, squeezing your hand not letting go until the interview is over.

Of course they pair Bella with you to share a car back to the hotel. The lady from PR didn’t look too pleased with you the rest of that press event. You were busy scrolling through your Twitter mentions. People saying the shipped the two of you, some people saying the opposite. A lot had wondered because it always seemed like Bella had to have their hands on you. Many nasty comments about your physical appearance. People calling your delusional for thinking you’d have a chance with Bella. Some nasty comments directed at Bella too, those ones pissing you off the most.

“Everything okay?” Bella interrupts your endless scrolling.

“Yeah I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“Is it really so crazy that people notice the chemistry between us?” They smile, disregarding your apology.

“What?”

“Have you seen the edits? All over TikTok, us staring at each other none stop. High-key flirting. I get it.” They’re tone serious but you can’t tell if they’re serious.

“You get it? You don’t exactly make it easy to not stare at you, you’re always touching me.” You respond.

“Oh my god.” They laugh, letting out a sigh before continuing.

“I don’t know how much more obvious I can make it. I had originally planned on waiting till this press tour was nearly over so if it went south I could just avoid you.”

“I like you.” They admit, nervously fidgeting with the rings they always wore.

“So I’m not delusional?” You ask, relived.

“No you’re not.” They laugh.

“Then I like you too.” A short silence falls between you two.

“So what does that mean?” You ask, the one to interrupt the quietness.

“It means I can do something I’ve been wanting to do, if that’s okay with you?” They ask, slowly closing the already short distance between you guys. All you can do is nod yes, their lips only a few inches from you. You can feel their breath on your lips. Eager to close the gap you slam your lips on theirs. You two start kissing, hands exploring each other. Forgetting about the man who’s driving the car, eyes hopefully too focused on the road to notice the two of you kissing.

Bella pulls away, only because the car comes to a stop. The driver notifying you of their arrival to the hotel. Bella opens the car, you follow closely behind. Upon entry Bella leads you to their hotel room. At their door, they stop taking a moment to look at you.

“Victorias gonna be so pissed.” She laughs.

“How so?”

“Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.” They bite their lip, pushing you into the door way opening the door so the two of you can slip inside. Kissing you again, only this time more hungry than before. Like they’ve been starved of your touch.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey oneshot #bella ramsey pov #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey imagine #tlou #the last of us #Ellie Williams

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littlefireball · 4 months ago

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ᴍɢ|ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴛ.2 (ᴍ)

ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴍɪɴɢɪ x ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ)

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ

"Get off from my girlfriend! Or I will kill you!!"

"Girl--?"

Before he could finish, Mingi charged towards yellow wolf at an invisible speed and forcefully struck him, sending him flying and crashing onto a nearby wooden table. Unable to withstand the pressure, the table shattered, and the yellow wolf struggled to get back up.

"Girlfriend?? I thought you didn't want her anymore?"

"It's none of your business!" Mingi punched him in the detestable face, knocking out several teeth and leaving bruises all over.

Mingi clenched his fist, eyes wide open, emitting a dangerous golden glow as all his dissatisfaction and anger turned into power.

"You--!" Slapped. "Go--" Punched. "TO--" Kicked. "DIE!"

Mingi's punches landed brutally on the opponent's body, each strike accompanied by his furious roar. The yellow wolf had no strength to fight back and could only let out a deafening scream. His limbs were brutally torn apart, blood splattered, and the sound of bones breaking added an extreme horror to this one-sided massacre.

"Mingi…?"

You weakly attempted to call out to the werewolf in front of you who was going mad. Upon hearing your voice, he immediately ceased the slaughter, as if regaining his sanity, and ran to your side.

"Y/N! Hold on! Stay with me! Please!" The loss of blood eventually caused you to lose consciousness.

"Mingi, go get some rest. You haven't slept since you came back," Yunho said worriedly.

"No, I want to stay by her side." He grabbed your hand, lightly planting a kiss on it, tears streaming down his face, afraid that you would never wake up again.

"He still refuses to rest," Yunho left the room, shaking his head in helplessness. "Whatever we say to him now, he won't listen. Just leave them alone for a while." Seonghwa patted Yunho's shoulder to comfort him, and bring him to leave the room.

"Please wake up, my Y/N. I miss you…I am sorry…" He lowered his head, not knowing if it was his crying that caused you to slowly open your eyes.

"Min…?"

"Y/N?? You're finally awake!" He opened his arms, wanting to embrace you, but you involuntarily retreated. Your heart started pounding, sweat collected on your forehead, as if a monster was sitting in front of you.

"It's me, Mingi. That yellow wolf is already dead, and you're safe."

"Don't touch me…" These words pierced his heart like a blade, making his face turn pale.

"I will leave, I won't appear in front of you again."

You shrugged off the blanket, turned and got out of bed without looking at him, but Mingi immediately caught hold of you.

"Your injuries aren't healed yet, you can't leave."

"It's fine." You tried to shake off his hand, but his strength was much greater than yours, and combined with your weakness from just waking up, your efforts were futile.

"Please listen to me, Y/N. I am sorry…" After hearing these words, you couldn't bear the grievance in your heart anymore, and tears burst out. He looked at you with guilt and pain in his eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered his courage.

"I was too angry at the time, I lost control and didn't listen to your explanation at all. I made you suffer, and I'm truly sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you without any evidence, it was my mistake, I was really terrible."

You didn't respond, continuing to lower your head and cry. You wanted to embrace him, kiss him, feel the warmth he gave you, but your rationality prevented you. You were afraid, afraid that his sincere words now were just impulsive, and who knows if the next second he would kick you out like before?

You didn't want to go through it all over again.

"By the time I found out the truth, it was too late. You had already left me, and I searched for you for a long time, but I couldn't find you. I regretted everything I did." He spoke with remorse and repentance in his broken voice, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"How did you find me?"

"We, just like you, wanted to enter their manor for revenge during the Blood Moon night…and then I caught your scent. I saw you lying on the table, barely alive, and I lost all sense, rushing in without caring if there were any traps…I was so afraid of losing you again…"

Your heart was filled with conflicting emotions and confusion. You couldn't ignore your love for him, but you couldn't forget the mistakes he had made either.

Yes, you still love him, your heart is full of missing him, but the past wounds are too deep, too deep…

"Y/N, can you forgive me…? No, even if you don't forgive me, it's okay. But can you give me a chance to make it up to you? I am so sorry."

You took a deep breath and slowly spoke, "Really?" You still didn't fully believe in his change.

"Yes, I promise. Please. Please let me accompany you and make up for the past." He lightly kissed your hand, causing a small part of your cold heart to melt.

"I need time, Mingi. I might not be able to accept you again in a short period of time. Let me think it over." You let go of his hand, wanting to turn and leave. Though you wanted to rush into his arms, you still lacked the courage.

"Y/N~ Look, I found the fruit you like to eat~" "Y/N~ Do you like this? I'll buy it for you~" "Y/N~ I love you so much~" Since that day, you packed your belongings and moved to a small forest near ATEEZ's habitat, not far away. It was a change of environment, but also a secret hope that Mingi could find you.

As expected, he quickly found your place. He understood the mistakes he made and was willing to take action to make a change. He started actively proving that his love and care were genuine, not just empty words. He became more attentive and considerate in daily life, thinking of you and striving to meet your needs. He even became more clingy, like a big puppy.

Despite your occasional mood swings and moments of distance, trying to avoid contact with him, there were also times when you couldn't help but be moved by his sincerity and wanted to give him a chance. But he stuck by your side, never leaving or giving up. His sincerity touched you, and slowly, you started to be attracted to him and open your heart again.

"Where is my painkiller?" You rummaged through the cabinets, but couldn't find the medication. This made you worried. If you calculated correctly, tonight or tomorrow morning should be the start of your heat.

But now, it was already evening, and it would be very dangerous if you go into heat while going out to buy medicine.

"Did I run out? What should I do…" Maybe you would have to endure the pain of heat for several days without any relief.

Just in case, you filled the bathtub with cold water, so you could immediately soak yourself if the pain became unbearable.

However, you clearly overestimated your pain tolerance. As you were preparing to go to sleep, your stomach suddenly started cramping intensely, as if your muscles were being pulled by ropes.

Sharp pain surged through your body, accompanied by waves of heat and constant sweating. Right now, even getting out of bed was a problem.

"Hmm… Mingi…" You held your feverish stomach, hoping for Mingi to appear.

"Today's practice ends here, let's go back!" Hongjoong said. They would have a routine training session every month, mainly at night. Just as they were returning to their manor, Mingi could clearly smell your scent lingering in the air. The fragrance was sweet and captivating.

"Y/N?" He didn't even look back, running straight towards the source of the scent, leaving the others perplexed.

"Where are you going, Mingi?"

"Y/N?" He opened your bedroom door and saw you lying naked, curled up in bed, with your apple-like scent wafting towards him. He swallowed hard as his sexual desire was awakened completely.

"Mingi, I want help. It hurts."

"Let me help you, my little wolf." He took off all his clothes, climbed onto your bed, and kissed your lips. Your lips were as sweet and soft as ever, a feeling he had missed so much.

Your lips fiercely locked together, the passionate atmosphere radiating from the intense kisses. Breathing heavily and eagerly, it was like two beasts gnawing at each other's lips. Your hands continued to wander over each other's bodies, tracing arousing lines that made your hearts race. The friction between your bodies fueled the fervor, arousing the desires and emotions hidden within both of you.

He left your lips and moved down to suck on your chest. His tongue circled around your nipples, gently biting and licking, producing lascivious sounds of saliva.

"Hmmmm…" Your moans excited him even more. As he kissed your neck, he paused and looked at the bite marks left by the yellow wolf on your skin, feeling a mix of emotions.

"You are mine." He bit down on the same spot, wanting to cover up the disgusting mark.

"Ahhhh…" He kissed your entire body, marking every inch of your skin as his, announcing to the world that you were his possession.

"Mingi… I want more." Simple kisses and bites were no longer enough to satisfy your desires, and you rubbed your legs to express your discomfort.

"Yes, my pretty." His erect member could no longer be restrained. He aimed at your hole and slid into your wet walls.

"Ah, it's been so long. I've missed you so much." He hadn't made love since you left. Now he can finally feel your pussy again.

"ahhh… too big!"

"So fucking tight!" He fucked you at an inhuman pace, as if it was the last day on Earth. "Ha! Ha! Hum!!" Just like him, it had been a long time since you made love. The long-lost excitement sent shivers down your spine, your heartbeat pounding in your chest, as if it wanted to burst out.

Blood rushed through your veins, your cheeks flushed, and your skin temperature gradually rose. The sound of skin colliding echoed like drums, accompanied by moans from both of you.

"Right there, please harder!"

"As you wish." His cock slammed against your G-spot, sending waves of numbness that made you feel a knot in your stomach. You propped yourself up on the bed with your hands, your fingertips turning white from exertion, and your breasts bouncing from his forceful thrusts.

"Ahhh my alpha!" Did he hear correctly? You called him your alpha?

"What baby? Can you say that again?"

"Alpha, please." Tears welled up in his eyes. He had been waiting so long to hear those words.

Your lips met again, both of you enjoying the pleasure it brought. The soft and warm feeling slowly spread, filled with love and emotional blending. Your lips intertwined with tongues, creating sparks of electricity in the dancing flames. He continued to thrust forcefully, filling all your empty spaces, constantly rubbing against your vagina.

"I am cumming." He buried his head in your neck, increasing his speed once again.

"Oh Fuck!! Fuck!! Mingi!!" His beastly nature completely occupied his senses, the frantic speed making the bed frame squeak.

"Please, I need you cum inside me… Breed."

"You want me to cum inside your cunt, huh?"

"Please, please, my alpha. I want your knot." You pleaded, wanting to become one with him. His cock became bigger than before and entered your the deepest part. You gasped in pain and threw your head. Panting so heavily as if oxygen was running out.

"It hurts!"

"You can take it." His tip kept hitting your deepest part and sperm was flowing out. The pain was hard to bear at the beginning but turned into pleasure slowly. Both of you moaned loudly and your scent mixed together.

Not knowing how much time has passed, but you only knew that the energy between the two of you seemed to be endless, constantly exchanging positions; sometimes he spooned you, sometimes he flipped you over, or you were riding him.

"Mingi, I'm cumming."

"Then cum with me, babe."

"Hmm…!" He sat up and wrapped around your shoulder, licking your neck. You lift you head to give him more room so that he could bite your nape. Once he bite, both of you came at the same time. Blood from your nape flowed out a little bit and he licked all.

After it was all over, he pulled out and held you in his arms on the edge of the bed. Your back was against his chest, feeling his breath rise and fall.

He gently pecked your head, saying tenderly, "Do you know? I've waited so long for this day… I was really afraid that you wouldn't want me anymore…" You turned around and lightly kissed his lips.

"I forgave you a long time ago, and…" You snuggled against him. "You knot me, and I am yours." Tears swelled up in his eyes as he finally had you back by his side.

In that moment, your lips gently touched, like butterflies caressing petals, and everything returned to the sweetness of the beginning.

#ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez fic #ateez oneshot #ateez smut #ateez x female reader #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez mingi

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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 7 months ago

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started my period last night and today even talking is exhausting so i was thinking about what bucky would be like with reader on their period who’s suffering from fatigue/exhaustion :)

Hi @brnesblogposts! I'm still half under the assumption that you might have sent this to me by accident, because I haven't had anyone talking to me in months! LOL. Anyway, I hope your period is over soon! And I hope you enjoy this little bit of what my brain came up with!

How many trips could you possibly make to the bathroom in one evening? you thought as you hobbled back to the couch. The cramping pain in your lower abdomen was unrelenting and you were exhausted.

Since the age of fifteen, you had suffered from debilitating period pains just before and as your period started. It usually meant missing a day of school and now work. You’d beseeched your doctor for a cure, but nothing seemed to abate the anger your uterus seemed to have. The pill. It had helped a little.

Flopping down on the sofa, you pulled your knees up towards you and groaned into the nearest cushion.

“Doll?” Bucky’s concerned voice floated across the living room.

You had just moved in with your boyfriend. He had never seen you like this before because you had always hidden away on days like these. Now you regretted keeping this from him as you were in no mood to explain the issue to him.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he rushed over and sat down beside you on the couch. Bucky’s eyes were wide with fear. “Are you sick? Do we need to go to the hospital?” he asked, a little frantically.

You couldn’t help but snort into the cushion. He was a real worrier sometimes.

“I’m fine, it’s fine, I’ll be just fine,” your muffled voice tried to convince him of the fact, even though you didn’t feel it.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Trust me, period pain is not a reason to visit the emergency room.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

You looked up dismally, into Bucky’s weary face.

“No.” You didn’t want to add any more tension into his already stressful day.

“Have you taken any ibuprofen?”

You shook your head.

“Can I get you some?”

“Please,” you nodded.

As Bucky wandered into the kitchen, a sharp stab told you that you needed to take another trip to the toilet.

This was just too exhausting but you didn’t want Bucky to see you cry but when you went back to the living room, you couldn’t stop tears rolling down your face.

Not because of the pain, but because you had the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Bucky had piled the coffee table with several forms of pain killers, a steaming mug of tea, a variety of cakes and a hot water bottle.

“Oh Buck,” you whispered.

He smiled and beckoned you back to the sofa. As you settle yourself into a comfortable position, Bucky covered you with a blanket and handed you some pills, along with your favorite fruity tea. Gently he placed the hot water bottle onto your tender abdomen and pulled your bare feet into his lap. You moaned quietly as Bucky massaged your feet with his deft fingers.

All of his comforting measures were starting to take effect and you found yourself nodding off. You jerked awake, almost kicking Bucky in the face in the process.

“Woah, it’s alright, you’re fine. Just go to sleep.” He stroked your legs gently.

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can.”

“Not unless you want there to be a huge patch of blood on the sofa when I wake up.”

Bucky scrunched up his nose.

“Exactly!”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to -”

“No, you were right with the ick face.”

“Doll, you were in a lot of pain earlier.”

“Yeah, it sucks.”

“Shouldn’t you see a doctor?”

“I did, I’ve tried everything. I just have to suffer it seems.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged. “It’s no big deal. Just gotta ride it out once a month!”

“I could -” Bucky tried to search for the right words.

“Be here with me?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fan fiction

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year ago

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 18)

The room is silent, save for the children’s breathing and their own. Haymitch knows his wife is awake, as she toys softly with his fingers, draped over her waist.

It’s been two days since the propo, from eight, aired in the districts. There’s been riots in several of them.

“Katniss wants to go back to twelve.” Y/N tells him. “Show Peeta what Snow did to it.”

Haymitch sighs, “I figured.”

“After his last interview with Caesar…” she breaks off, “they’re gonna kill him, Haymitch. They’re gonna starve him, torture him to death.”

“We don’t know that.”

“You saw him, it’s only been a few weeks.”

Haymitch settles a hand over her heart, soothing the ache. “Beetee’s working on getting into the Capitol’s communications system. Once he’s in, they’ll play one of your propos and people will be storming the mansion.”

“He can’t get past his own design.” Y/N shakes her head.

“He will,” Haymitch whispers, “give it time.”

“I don’t know what to do,” she mumbles. “I can’t just keep sitting here while he’s suffering.”

“I wish I had some divine wisdom to give you.” Haymitch tells her. “I can make something up. Or I can be honest; say that I’m here and I won’t leave. I will support whatever you decide and advise you as best I can. But right now there’s nothing else you can do.”

It is honest and raw, a truthfulness he’s so often shielded her from. It feels different. It feels good. “Thank you, for being honest.”

“From here on out, that’s how it’ll be.”

The words land like blows to her gut. “You still love me though?”

“I’ll always love you.” Haymitch says, without hesitation. “You didn’t always make it easy, but never once did I stop loving you. You’re it for me.”

She wriggles farther against him, melting into his arms with a smile. “I love you forever, Haymitch.”

“Mommy,” Arista’s little voice sounds, from the corner. “You’re talking in your sleep again.”

“No, baby. I’m talking to Daddy.”

“Can I talk too?” Arista perks up.

Haymitch chuckles, “come on. But you have to be quiet, your brother and sister are sleeping.”

Eventually sleep claims them all.

Y/N wakes in a tangle of arms and legs. Both of their older children have joined them.

Daisy begins to fuss, she needs to be changed and she’s hungry. So Y/N pries herself away, tending the baby and settling against the pillows of Everest’s empty bed to nurse her. She wails when Y/N pauses, mid feeding, to switch her to the opposite breast.

“I know,” Y/N cooes, “life’s hard, huh?”

Daisy pops open an eye to glare at her, as if she understands. Then latches on with a content sigh and stops kicking her little legs.

Y/N strokes a finger over the infant’s cheek. Unbidden tears well up in her eyes, swiped away before they fall. It is a blessing and a curse, to have pieces of your heart live outside your body.

When it comes time for breakfast, the five of them go together. They sit and try to enjoy this moment, enjoy their time together. Y/N and Haymitch walk Everest and Arista to school, in the lower levels.

The children introduce their parents to the few friends they’ve made. Only six other children reside here in thirteen, not including their own, or Prim. She’s working down in the hospital these days. Childhood has fleeted her.

Orders come, it’s time for Y/N to load up with Katniss and the others on the hovercraft. Haymitch walks her to the loading dock, Daisy sleeping in the wrap, against his chest.

“Soldier Abernathy,” Boggs greets her. “Glad you could join us.” He wasn’t thrilled with her performance in district eight. Following the mockingjay into harm’s way, without a second thought. Though she acted erratically, he sees now, there is no safer place for Katniss than by her side.

“Boggs,” she nods, in return. Then gives her husband a proper goodbye.

Haymitch smiles into the kiss. It is not hungry or desperate, but sweet, calming even.

“I’ll see you for dinner.” She waves as they separate.

“I’ll see you.”

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They break for lunch, after filming a propo in twelve. It’s mostly Gale, recounting what happened after Y/N’s warning was received.

Everything is gone, save for bones and rubble of what they once called home. The houses in Victor’s Village still stand, preserved from the attack. Y/N passes through her front door.

She ventures to Arista’s closet, opening one of the tubs at the bottom, full of clothing that no longer fits. The ones they saved, just in case. A white footed onesie that Everest and Arista wore as infants should be there. Eventually she gives up looking, it must’ve been moved. Perhaps something Haymitch dug out, in preparation and forgot to mention.

Y/N closes the door to Arista’s room, catching a whiff of something sweet, floral, from down the hallway. The room they’d hardly touched, meant for Daisy. She pushes the door open, the crib is assembled, the bedding in place, surrounded by a bed of crisp, white, roses. Lying against the mattress is the missing outfit.

Forever tainted by this memory. She takes it anyway, holding the soft fabric to her chest. It no longer smells of her sweet babies, or the soap she used to clean the onesie once they outgrew it.

Stuffing it into her bag to wash, Y/N takes their pictures, the baby books, as much as she can carry. She may never be back here, their memories are too important to lose.

When she meets Katniss and the others, down at the quarry, she’s not in the mood for small talk. Y/N takes a seat on the rocks, and chokes down her rations.

“What’s that?” Cressida nods toward the fabric peeking out of Y/N’s bag.

“Oh, it’s just um,” Y/N tucks it back in, “nothing.”

The director smiles. “Can I see?”

Y/N takes a deep breath, “sure.” She pulls the garment free, holding it up for inspection. “I’ve had it since my son was born, my oldest daughter wore it too, so I figured-”

“Did you make it?”

“No.” Y/N lowers her gaze, “it was someone else.”

“Where are they now?” Cressida wonders.

“I don’t know,” Y/N lifts a shoulder. “I don’t know if they’re even alive, or…” dead. “Either way I don’t think we’ll see each other again.”

Cressida nods, “it smells like the Capitol.”

“Reeks,” Y/N agrees, “needs to be washed.”

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“Are you, are you, coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of hope, side by side with me.”

“That line used to be necklace of rope,” Plutarch informs the viewing room, as the newest propo of Katniss singing in district twelve, plays over the large screen. “I had it changed to necklace of hope.”

“Ah,” Haymitch raises his cup to the gamemaker. It’s full of nothing but water, still it feels familiar to have there. “You are a true wordsmith.”

“It’s a little on the nose, but of course, so is war.” Plutarch smiles.

“Every district is seeing this?” President Coin asks.

Gale’s message is strong, redeeming on Y/N’s behalf. It’s enough to win over the districts, without breaking whatever ties she holds with citizens of the Capitol.

“Yes, but not the Capitol.” Beetee frowns, “we’ll get there.”

Y/N nods. There was no time between supper with the kids and being called to this meeting in command.

Haymitch doesn’t know about the crib or the outfit, but he picked up the scent of roses from her bag. He knows something is off.

They are dismissed after a time. Again they wait, walking hand in hand to their living quarters. Haymitch moves for the touchpad to open the doors.

“Wait,” Y/N stops him. “There’s something I need to tell you…about the house. It’s still there.”

“I figured.” She wouldn’t have come back with things from inside if it was burnt to ash.

“Snow had the crib moved into Daisy’s room. He took the onesie Vanity made out of Arista’s closet and left it there.”

“That’s why it smells like that?”

“Yeah, the nursery was full of roses.”

“He doesn’t know,” Haymitch realizes.

“Know what?”

“If he knew her name was Daisy, he would’ve left daisies instead. He would want us to know that he knows. He’s fishing for information he doesn’t have.” Haymitch knows this game.

“So what do we do?” Y/N asks, turning worried eyes to her husband.

“We’re getting through to the districts, Y/N. We just have to wait him out.”

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Peeta’s final interview with Caesar does not air in the mess hall, like the others. Only higher ups in the command center are granted access. Y/N leaves the children with Madge. Rushing to meet Haymitch once the message reaches her.

The boy she once knew is broken, hollow. His eyes haunted by the horrors inflicted upon him. His voice trembles over each word. Oh, Peeta.

“Are you, are you, coming to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say who murdered three.”

The image of Katniss cuts through his own.

“Katniss?” Peeta stammers, searching for her.

“He sees it.” Coin rejoices, “he sees our propo.”

“Katniss, are you there?”

Y/N moves closer to Haymitch, searching for his hand and finds it inching toward hers.

“Peeta.” Katniss whispers, a hand held to her belly as she crowds the screen. Desperate to offer a comfort she cannot give. I’m here.

“Peeta, please continue.” Caesar redirects him. “You were telling us about these savage attacks.”

Peeta nods, his thoughts clouded. Perhaps he had been seeing things, just imagining Katniss; the sound of her voice. “The attack on the dam was a callous and inhuman act of destruction.”

“The dead man called out…for his love to flee.”

Peeta sees her again, sitting up at the edge of his chair. He knows what he has to do. Even if they kill him for it. “Think about it. How will this end? What will be left? No one can survive this. No one is safe now. Not here in the Capitol, not in any of the districts.” He pauses, mustering the courage. “They’re coming, Katniss. They’re gonna kill everyone. And in district thirteen you’ll be dead by morning-”

The blow of Snow’s cane sends blood spattering across the screen. His features twisted in anger.

“That was a warning,” Haymitch says. President Coin is dense, he needs to be sure she understands.

Y/N rushes to Katniss, turning her away.

“They’re gonna kill him.” Katniss cries. “We have to get him out.”

“Shh,” Y/N hushes her. “We’re gonna get him.” She believes what she’s saying, she has to.

“Can you see anything?” Coin asks the patrol operator.

“Nothing on Doppler.”

“He was in the mansion, he could’ve overheard something.” The president reasons.

“Possibly,” Plutarch agrees.

“He wouldn’t just make it up,” Y/N snaps.

Alma mulls it over for a moment, “it’s time for an air raid drill.”

The alarms sound, immediately. “This is a code red alert, please remain calm and follow evacuation protocol. Proceed in an orderly fashion to the nearest stairwell and descend to level forty. Blast doors will be sealed in six minutes.”

Y/N is still holding Katniss as Haymitch closes the distance between them. “Take Katniss and I’ll meet you there.”

“Haymitch, no.” Y/N shakes her head. “I wanna come with you.”

Haymitch turns to Katniss, “Prim and your mom are down at the hospital, right?”

Katniss nods, tears welled up in her eyes and she cannot speak.

“Good, they’ll be waiting for you.” One less thing to worry about.

“Haymitch,” Y/N says again.

“Getting to Madge and the kids will take longer with three of us and you know it.” He’ll have to fight his way up through a crowd of people rushing down. “I need you to trust me.”

“I-” she wants to argue, but there’s no time. She has to trust him. “Ok.”

‘If you love something, you set it free or some bullshit like that.’

The furrow of his brow softens. The words come easier now, in the panic and the shouting; at the thought of losing her. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Y/N and Katniss go left, hands clasped together.

Haymitch turns right; and they lose each other in a sea of strangers.

Part 19

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amarylliasky · 3 months ago

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Number 2 is a sorta not crack! Au. I’m actually really into this one:)

Au: Attendant of the Prince’s Palace

- Kim Rok Soo wakes up as the first prince’s attendant! Surprise!

- Yeah it’s basically the indignity test but longer.

- For this AU, let’s say that Alberu becomes the Crown Prince when he turns 20. KRS wakes up in the body of an attendant when Alberu is 18. For the sake of not making the attendant too young, he is only three years younger than Alberu, making the attendant 15 at the start, and 20 at the start of the Tcf plot.

- Also, for those who think krs/newbie attendant is still too young, I actually find it’s quite common in fantasy for attendants to basically grow up and become a servant for a royal at a young age. It’s actually also common for servants of royalty to be from lower noble households(I think. At least in this au).

- So let’s just say that this attendant is the son of some poor baron or something, and he needs the money for taking care of his little siblings.

- Unfortunately, shortly before the switch, he loses his little siblings due to a sickness going around the nobility at the time. Crushed at the news, he is in no state to fight back when an administrator working for the Queen, after scamming him out of information on the first prince, gets him fired. A few days pass and he’s got a week left to get his affairs in order before he has to leave the palace and go back to his family’s small, cold estate.

- So our attendant was soon to be kicked out when Kim Rok Soo wakes up in his body.

[“When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel.

[The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent.

I became a part of that novel as an extra who’s not even mentioned once. An attendant of the soon-to-be Crown Prince’s palace who doesn’t even encounter the protagonist in any of the five volumes.

The problem is that the attendant I became doesn’t know anything about the state of the palace, and will apparently be kicked out in a week after getting scammed by one of the Queen’s henchmen.

"..This is going to be a problem."

 I feel like something serious has happened to me.

 But it was worth trying to make this my new life.]

- With a completely clean slate for appearance, I decided to go with how I imagined him.

- Appearance: He wakes up as a 15 year old newbie attendant with cherry brown hair and innocent reddish brown eyes. His hair is straight, just above shoulder length, and typically tied in a low ponytail. Why is his hair cherry brown, you might ask? Because regular brown is too boring and I liked red, but we’ve already got several redheads and he can’t be too similar to OG!Cale. Why not black? Black is very uncommon in this world and he had black hair as Kim Rok Soo. So I came across the color cherry brown on Pinterest and fell in love. It’s sooo pretty! Seriously, look it up. It doesn’t stand out too much in a world of candy-haired individuals, but it’s also just unique enough to make it pretty.

- Anyway….He is initially irritated by this situation, but finds that it is quite satisfying to use his innocent and clueless face to his advantage. While he doesn’t know much of the situation in the palace from what he read in the novel, he does know that Alberu Crossman is the only competent prince and it would be in his favor to make a good impression on him. Also, palace attendants get paid quite well; PTO and everything, which will be beneficial toward his future slacker life.

- He may not know this Alberu Crossman as he does in canon, but he still carries his skills as the number one Team Leader in the company. He didn’t earn that position by being unable to use his situation to his advantage.

- He figures that if he’s getting fired anyway, he might as well flip everything over. Obviously the whole thing with the Library doesn’t happen as he has no knowledge of it, so he just does his attendant work with while planning to smack that administrator in the back of the head. None of the other attendants know about his termination, so he’s able to move around with relative ease.

- Alberu still doesn’t have any backing and is quite paranoid, especially since he’s so close to becoming the Crown Prince. He is more mature than his 15 year old counterpart, but for the sake of enjoyment, he’s still quite similar to indignity test Alberu. He later has a lot of backing and is much more secure in his position thanks to our Slacker-wannabe by the time the plot commences.

- By the time the plaza terror incident comes around, Krs has done a complete sweep of the staff and replaced everyone who has no use(that administrator was one of the first to go), and has even been promoted to the Crown Prince’s personal secretary(much to his dismay).

- Without the aid of the 4 year old dragon, he doesn’t actually find out that Alberu is a quarter dark elf until after one of his paid vacations, where he returns to the palace with a 2 year old dragon in tow. (He’s 18 at the time. Working his way up the ranks. But only for the pay!)

- He meets On and Hong on another of his paid vacations just shortly before the start of the plot. So Raon is with him longer in this au. He figured he’d get the shield while checking in on Choi Han, who is still in Harris Village.

- He gets there a few days before the Harris Village massacre in order to warn Choi Han, as well as the Count, of a possible attack on the village. How he does that without raising suspicion or being seen as crazy? I haven’t thought of that yet.. but with the help of the Molan duo and the protagonist, he is able to save the village.

- After returning to the Henituse estate with the swordmaster in tow, he states that he has duties he must attend to and must return to the capital for the King’s birthday celebration. Of course, Choi Han wishes to go with him, but relents and agrees to accompany Young Master Cale to the Capital and meet Krs there.

- As for our trashy Young Master? He immediately became attached to the strange man with the same eyes as him. If it’ll let him go with this so-called “attendant” to the Capital, then he can tone down his trashy actions enough to represent the Henituse County at the Birthday celebration.

- Now what about the children averaging seven years old? They’re still there. With Raon being invisible for the majority of his trip to the Henituse County, and On and Hong familiarizing themselves with this strange man and dragon duo who picked them up off the street. On and Hong help out with the Secret Organization at Harris Village. Since Krs has his shield by then, it wouldn’t make sense for him not to have picked up the kittens. Unfortunately, the Arm members teleport away before they can be caught. The rest commit suicide in order to not give out any information.

- Our attendant luckily manages to keep the dragon a secret until he leaves for the Capital. Or plans to.

- Under the insistence of the young master, he is forced to accompany them to the Capital in a carriage instead of teleporting like he had planned to do. Since no one knows about the dragon, they all assumed he would be taking a carriage to Huiss, and Krs doesn’t correct them as he can’t exactly say that he planned to teleport with the aid of a four year old dragon. So, begrudgingly, he agrees to join their entourage on the journey.

- There go his plans of slacking off until the Plaza Terror incident…

Fyi, if anyone has a name for our attendant, let me know! The main reason this post was so late is because I struggled trying to think of a name for him that actually sounded nice and not too fancy..😅

#tcf #lcf #tcf aus #lcf aus #og cale henituse #alberu crossman #kim rok soo #choi han #rraes lcf countdown2024 #I’m planning to make it into a fic #but if anyone wants to make content for these ideas feel free!#I would actually love it if someone writes these fics #send me a link!#I’m also planning to make more of this au #both in the countdown and after #trash of the count's family #lout of count’s family

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ltash · 5 months ago

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MAKE A WISH

Part two

Ghost granted your wish in his bedroom.

Warning: 18+, Smut, p in v, intercourse, sexual theme, oral s*x.

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"Your room or mine?" He asked while carrying you upstairs.

"Your room," you whispered." It will be better."

He opened the door and kicked it closed, the sound resonating through the room. Pinning you against the wall, his gloved hand rested on your neck, his thumb gently stroking your lower lip, smearing your lipstick.

He took off his gloves, throwing them away, his rough thumb brushing against your rose petal-like lips. He pulled off his mask, revealing his brunette hair with blonde highlights. Darkness smudged around his caramel eyes, a cut on his upper lip extending all the way through his eyebrow. His fuller lips were inviting.

You stroked your finger from his forehead down to his eyes and to his lips, taking in his beautiful features. "Oh Simon! My gorgeous man," you whispered.

His navy blue uniform set you ablaze with desire.

His hand rested on the wall behind you as he leaned in close. Your lips locked in an intimate kiss. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger before his tongue explored every corner of your mouth. His kiss was so intoxicating you forgot you were high on booze. He tasted like a mix of bourbon and cigarettes. Your hands played with his brunette locks as your kiss grew more passionate, hungry for each other.

His teeth grazed your jaw, sucking your skin. His canines sank into your neck as he blessed you with a prominent hickey. You were madly in love with this man and ready to do whatever he wished from you.

He nipped and sucked at your neck and shoulder, drawing wild moans from you.

Taking your tiny waist in both of his hands, he sucked at the skin of your boobs, which were visible from the corset. You were about to pass out from his extremely intoxicating touch.

"I want to liberate you from these confines of clothes," he said. Your hand found the bulge in his tactical pants as you stroked it. With a jolt, he turned you around, unzipping your corset. You gasped at his sudden move. His hot hands made contact with the bare skin of your back. He sat on his knees behind you, kissing your back, licking your lower back up to your shoulders with his tongue. You let out shaky breaths.

He removed your corset and pulled your dress down slowly, revealing your thong. He stood up, his hand stroking your ass. He fisted your hair before he slapped your butt cheek hard.

"You are such a naughty girl, and naughty girls deserve to be punished," he growled, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

With each slap, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, mingling with the sting of pain to create a sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced. You arched your back, welcoming the delicious ache that blossomed across your skin.

"Oh, God," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as he continued to deliver his punishment with a firm hand. Each strike only fueled the fire that raged within you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As the cold metal of his knife made contact with your back, a shiver raced down your spine, goosebumps rising in its wake. With deliberate precision, he slid the blade downward, tracing a tantalizing path towards your thong.

You held your breath as the strap of your thong was severed, the fabric falling away and leaving you completely bare, vulnerable in front of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to pulse with anticipation, your senses heightened as you awaited his next move.

He turned you around, his hands immediately finding your breasts. His large hands cupped them firmly, drawing circles around your nipples with his thumbs. A shiver of pleasure shot through you, and you bit your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

"Ooh," you gasped, feeling the heat of his touch radiating through your body. His gaze was intense, eyes locked onto yours as if searching for every flicker of desire.

He leaned in, his lips hovering close to your ear. "Do you like that?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. His touch was driving you wild, every caress sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His fingers continued their torturous dance, teasing your nipples until they were hard peaks, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch, seeking more.

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, while his other hand continued to knead and tease. You moaned louder this time, your fingers tangling in his hair as you lost yourself in the sensations he was creating.

His touch was relentless, and you were helpless under his expert hands, completely at his mercy as he drove you further into the depths of ecstasy.

He left a trail of kisses down from the valley between your breasts, his lips warm and soft against your skin. Every touch sent a shiver through your body, igniting a fire deep within you. He moved lower, his mouth exploring the curve of your waist, the gentle dip of your navel, and finally reaching the soft edge of your folds.

His breath was hot against your most sensitive area, and you could feel the anticipation building inside you. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering tantalizingly close, and you could barely contain your whimper of need.

"Simon, please," you begged, your voice barely a whisper.

With a low growl of satisfaction, he continued his journey, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He licked and teased, his tongue dancing over your clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, trying to grasp something, anything, to ground yourself as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He took his time, exploring every inch of you with his mouth, driving you to the brink of madness with his skillful touch. You were lost in a haze of sensation, your body trembling with desire, your mind consumed by the overwhelming need for release.

You were riding his face, rocking your hips back and forth as he sucked you down there, his tongue flicking and swirling with expert precision. Every movement sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body, making your back arch and your breath come in ragged gasps.

He gripped your hips, guiding your rhythm, his strong hands steadying you as you lost yourself in the sensation. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of his touch. The way he devoured you, the way his tongue danced over your most sensitive spots, was driving you wild.

You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your moans grew louder, your movements more frantic, as you rode the edge of ecstasy. He never faltered, his mouth working tirelessly to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

With a final, powerful suck, he sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, a cry of pure bliss escaping your lips as you shattered, waves of orgasm crashing over you. He held you steady, his tongue continuing its relentless assault, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering, breathless mess above him.

Then he made you sit in front of him. Your hands found purchase on his thighs, the rough fabric of his tactical pants contrasting sharply with the smooth skin beneath. He unzipped his pants, and with a deft motion, took out his hard, veiny cock, the tip brushing against your lips.

"Take it," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

He took your hands, guiding them to his throbbing length. You wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the heat and the pulse of his arousal. His cock was heavy in your hands, and you stroked it tentatively, your touch light at first, then firmer as his groans urged you on.

His eyes, dark and intense, never left yours. He traced the shape of your lips with the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that leaked from him. The sensation was electrifying, making your own desire surge anew.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You remained silent, your lips parting slightly, inviting him in. His breath hitched as you took him into your mouth, the taste of him filling your senses. You worked him slowly, savoring the way he responded, his groans growing louder, his body tensing with pleasure.

With every movement, you felt his control slipping, his need for you becoming more urgent. You were lost in the act, driven by the sounds of his pleasure and the sheer intensity of the moment.

Your heart raced with anticipation, the wetness between your thighs betraying the intensity of your desire.

You couldn't take his full length in. His size overwhelmed you, and you struggled to accommodate him fully.

"Stop," he said, his voice rough with restrained desire. He grabbed your shoulders, his grip firm yet not unkind, and gently pulled you to your feet.

He looked at you, his eyes dark with lust and something deeper, something almost tender. For a moment, you just stood there, your breaths mingling, the air between you charged with anticipation. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I want to see you."

His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every inch of bare skin. He guided you back against the wall, positioning you just right, and you felt the cool surface press against your heated skin. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, down your neck, and over your collarbone, igniting a trail of fire in their wake.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. His hands moved lower, caressing your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, eliciting soft moans from deep within you.

He stepped back, just enough to gaze at you, his expression one of pure adoration mixed with raw need. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, Simon. I'm ready."

He took off his jacket and his T-shirt, pulling off his pants and boxers.

He lifted you slightly, his strong hands guiding you as he positioned himself at your entrance. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for him, for the connection that only he could provide.

He entered you slowly, inch by agonizing inch, allowing you to adjust to his size. You gasped at the sensation, the delicious stretch as he filled you completely. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Every movement, every touch, every breath you shared brought you closer, not just physically but emotionally. It was as if you were two halves of a whole, finally coming together in a union that was as powerful as it was inevitable.

"Simon," you moaned, your voice barely a whisper as you clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I love you."

"And I love you," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

You were horny as fuck for him.

"Simon!!!" you moaned his name.

With every thrust, he delved deeper into the depths of your being, igniting a firestorm of passion that threatened to consume you both.

His nails, although trimmed, dug deep into the skin of your thighs as he thrust into you. Each powerful motion sent a jolt of intense pleasure through your body. He lifted you with ease, thrusting his cock effortlessly into you. Your walls tightened around him, every sensation amplified as you clung to him, desperate for more.

His breath was hot against your neck, his movements growing more urgent, more demanding. The rhythm of your bodies created a symphony of moans and gasps, the sound of your desire filling the room. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him as deeply as possible.

"Simon," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as you held on tight. His pace quickened, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you, driving you wild with ecstasy.

"God, you feel so good," he growled, his voice rough and breathless. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the raw intensity of his desire mirrored in his gaze. "I can't get enough of you."

Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails of red as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only you and him, lost in the moment, consumed by your need for one another.

He carried you to the bed, still holding you firmly by your thighs. With a gentle but decisive push, he laid you down, your back hitting the mattress softly. Your fingers intertwined as his lips crashed into yours, the kiss deep and hungry, echoing the fervor of your passion.

His thrusts grew deeper, each movement more intense than the last. You could feel every inch of him inside you, filling you completely, your bodies perfectly in sync. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your moans and gasps, creating a symphony of desire.

He held your waist firmly yet gently, his strong hands guiding you as he thrust deep inside you. With each powerful movement, you felt a rush of sensations coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending with desire. As he moved with purpose and intensity, you couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

Stars seemed to dance before your eyes, twinkling in the darkness of the room as he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His rhythmic groans filled the air, a symphony of passion that fueled the fire burning between you. With each breathless gasp and primal moan, your own arousal soared to new heights, mingling with his in a potent blend of longing and lust.

Every thrust sent shivers down your spine, building the tension within you to unbearable levels. You clung to him, your nails digging into his skin, desperate for more of his touch, more of him.

With your legs draped over his shoulders, he leaned in closer, his movements deliberate and calculated as he thrust deeply into you. His cock reached the very limit of your being, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain that overwhelmed your senses. Tears streamed down your face, a testament to the intensity of your connection and the raw emotion coursing through you.

As you cried out, your moans turning into sobs of ecstasy and release, he touched his forehead to yours, your eyes locking in a silent exchange of understanding and intimacy. In that moment, as your breaths mingled and your bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace, you saw a vulnerability in him that you had never witnessed before.

Gazing into his glassy, teary eyes, you realized that he was not the Simon you knew, the hardened soldier with a steely exterior. Instead, he was the most vulnerable man in that exact moment, stripped of his armor and baring his soul to you in a way that was both breathtaking and heartbreaking.

Simon's grip on your hands tightened, his lips never leaving yours as he drove you both closer to the edge. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve in your body on fire. You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting to feel him even deeper.

"God, Simon," you moaned against his lips, your voice trembling with need.

"I know, love," he whispered, his breath hot and ragged. "I'm right there with you."

As his climax approached, he whispered those three words that held so much weight and meaning. "I love you so much," he declared, his voice thick with emotion.

With a final, shuddering breath, his cock twitched and pulsed inside you, releasing his pearly liquid into the depths of your being. Gasping and panting, he collapsed over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he sought solace in the embrace of your arms.

His head rested on your chest, rising and falling with each ragged breath as he recovered from the intensity of your shared experience. In that moment of quiet intimacy, surrounded by the echoes of your passion, you held him close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your skin.

You heard him sniffle, and you instinctively whispered his name, Simon. He looked at you, and you could see the tears glistening in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

"Yes," you admitted, feeling the sting of his departure already piercing your heart.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized, his voice heavy with remorse.

"You hurt me because you're leaving. I don't want you to leave me," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion.

He moved closer, enveloping you in his arms. "Someone has to go," he murmured.

"Why you?" you questioned, unable to comprehend why fate had to be so cruel.

"Because they need me," he replied solemnly. "And you won't be alone for long. I'm leaving Johnny with you."

"Johnny will devour my brain with his silly jokes," you said, trying to inject some levity into the somber moment.

"At least! He will protect you when I am not here. I can count on him, and you will not get bored with him. I promise you that," he said reassuringly.

You laid your head on his chest before drifting off to sleep in his comforting embrace.

The next morning, you woke up and realized Simon was not in the bed. You quickly got up, took a shower, and changed. As you went downstairs, you found them at the breakfast table. The chef had already prepared breakfast.

"Aye, come here! Have breakfast," Captain Price said.

Ghost looked mesmerizing in his leather jacket and blue jeans. As you settled beside him, he looked at you, his eyes filled with love.

"What ya want, love?" he asked.

He filled a glass of juice and a cup of tea for you, put your favorite jam on the bread, and placed the plate in front of you.

Captain Price was noting the way Simon catered to you. His brain was analyzing things which were going on between you and Ghost.

"Thank you, Simon."

"Aye, LT! Ah came tae yer door last night tae discuss somethin'. Ah thocht Ah heard somethin'. Like ye were bein' tortured—"

"Johnny!" Ghost gave him a death glare. "Eat your fucking breakfast," he said to Johnny.

"Thank you, Captain Price, for leaving Johnny here," you said.

"Ghost insisted, so I had to. We'll call Soap back when we need him," Captain Price replied.

Soap was silent, Ghost's death stare keeping him in check.

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Instagram: Vhenan Virabelasan

#cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #task force 141 #task force x reader

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 years ago

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Hello!! I love your writings soo much it gives me soo much joy 🥰. Can i request daniel hitting you in his ui form and his reaction once he is conscious. (The reader is not a fighter.) Thank u 🙇 once again love your work ❤️❤️

Ty for the kind words!! And for the ask, this one made me chuckle! Please first refer to here 👀 are you the same anon 👀 👀 👀

Anyway non-fighter surviving a UI Daniel hit? Your durability is off the roof. Imagine if Gun got a hold of you...

This turned into such a silly piece, I had a lot of fun writing it but it's a little all over the place lol.

UI Daniel Knocking You Out HC

Pre-Daniel x Reader if you fancy

Alarm bells start ringing when Daniel regains consciousness and sees you lying on the ground

He sprints over to you, checking your breathing and vitals. Luckily, you seem fine, just passed out

Not knowing exactly if you had any severe damage, he doesn't move you. He sits and keeps you company, keeping a watchful eye over you, hoping you would stir soon

After a few minutes, Daniel remembers a video he watched where rubbing someone's leg might actually help you wake up

He moves to touch your leg but hesitates. It's a bit weird rubbing a stranger's leg, no? Still, his guilt ovepowers all sense of logic and he nervously grabs your legs and starts rubbing...

and rubbing...

No reaction

...Am I not doing this right?

He tries massaging you instead, digging in a bit harder, hoping to stimulate bloodflow

You groggily come to, holding your ribs. They didn't feel broken, just painful. Like you somehow survived a ten tonne truck crashing into you

Slowly you start to recall where you are and how you got here. You remember seeing a fight, trying to dodge and run away but getting struck regardless

You don't remember anything else

"Oh!! You're awake!"

You peer down to see a guy massaging your legs. What the fuck? He releases your lower half from his strong hands and you try to kick him straight away

"GET AWAY PERVERT!"

"H-hey no, I'm not-" he holds both his hands up in a sign of surrender

"YOU SEE SOMEONE PASSED OUT AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?!"

"N-no, this is a misunder-"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOOD LOOKING AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT?"

"I'm sorry, b-but-"

You don't want to listen to this weirdo anymore. You try to sit up and immediately groan and clutch your side. The guy tries to help (probably finding more inappropriate ways to touch you) and you glare at him instead

He scratches his head in frustration, the excuse and explanation comes out in a babble

I'm sorry! This is my fault, I was the one that hit you, by accident! And I got this technique from the Viral Hit channel, and I know it was inappropriate, but I panicked, and I didn't know what else to do and, and-

You begin to loosen up a bit, you catch parts of what he says and it does sort of make sense. You have heard of V-Hit, and this... weird technique

"And my name is Daniel Park, please let me make it up to you!"

It isn't like you're going anywhere in the state you're in

"Is anything broken?" his face is a picture of worry and anxiety

"No... I don't think so," your body just feels tender

"Here."

This Daniel Park lifts you up in a bridal carry, one arm under your legs, and the other under your back. Like you weigh nothing at all

Christ, this guy is strong. No wonder you were unconscious

"Erm... are you kidnapping me now?"

Daniel looks down at you in shock and his ears turn red, "N-No! Let me carry you home! Or wherever you need to be!"

You guess there's no stopping some people. "I live about 4 miles away. You going to carry me all the way?"

Daniel smiles at you, looking a little relieved, "Of course,"

Definitely a weirdo. "Fine"

"What's your name by the way?"

"..." Like you were gonna give this pervert your name

Bonus leg massage pic from HtF

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism headcanons #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #daniel park #daniel park x reader #park hyungseok #wannaeatramyeon

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slytherinshalo · 2 months ago

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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐑

serial killer!Tom riddle x serial killer!zania malfoy

“Run rabbit, run rabbit” zania say as she walks through the forbidden forest looking for her new target. She and her boyfriend had a thing going, they would find a new victim to kill, to torture, they never kill the innocent only the ones that deserve it.

“Have fun, pretty boy” zania says to her boyfriend Tom, allowing him to hunt their victim, their prey. After a few minutes he returns with the boy, Cormac Mclaggen.

Cormac the school’s piece of shit, the headmaster won’t do anything about him so we will. He harassed girls who clearly didn’t want him, he deserves it.

“Oh Cormac, you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this” zania says while twirling her knife around in her hand, walking closer, stalking him. She had the most sinister smile on her face, as the thought of torturing Cormac ran through her mind she only got more excited, the sounds of his screams in pain, the smell of fresh blood, the feel of the knife tearing into his flesh only made zania more impatient.

Finally making her way to him, she started running the knife along his neck along the most fatal artery, his carotid artery. So after getting bored she moved the to his aorta artery, causing him to shutter in fear knowing that if she servers this artery it can cause catastrophic bleeding and if not treated immediately it can be fatal.

She moved the knife lower, right on top of his dick, stabbing him three times, before cutting it off and having Tom holding him down and shoving his severed dick down his throat. They laughed as Cormac started choking and gagging on his own dick, watching they saw his lips turning blue before Zania removed his dick from his mouth.

“Aww you look so cute chocking and gagging on your own dick” Tom chuckled at his girlfriend. “Doll are you gonna keep this” he asked while looking at Zania “of course it’s going to be put with the others” she said while smiling, until she looked down seeing what looked like an unconscious Cormac.

She slapped him before saying “hey, hey no dying yet rabbit” slapping him a second time, before sending a shock through his body waking him up.

“Please let me go, i’ll never harass another girl again I swear” Cormac said through harsh gasp trying to regain his breath. Tom and Zania just laughed knowing that he wouldn’t harm anyone ever again, because they were going to kill him.

“Aww you poor poor rabbit, you’re never going to harass another girl again because you’ll be dead”

“Wait wait wait please no no no please, I’m sorry please-” before Cormac could finish his pleases and begging zania stabbed him.

“Merlin shut up!” Zania yelled stabbing Cormac in the chest before ripping the knife out again. His screams were like music to her ears.

“Fuck you, you crazy bitch, my-“ before he could finish his sentence Tom slit his throat, angry that someone would dare to insult his girlfriend.

“my-my father—will—hear-about this” Cormac said through his gurgling and chocking on his blood.

“Alright you draco wannabe, you’ll never be my brother, but yea your father will hear about this when you get to hell” Zania said before kicking his body down the hill watching his body roll and tumble over sharp rocks, and twigs.

“Doll, what’s wrong” Tom asked while grabbing zania’s chin. “The fun is over now” zania said with a pout. Tom just chuckled and shook his head, “it’s not funny tommy” zania said “would it make you feel better if I found another guy for you to kill?” “Can I add his dick to my collection?” “Of course doll” Zania squealed with excitement and kissed Tom on the lips before turning on her heels and skipping away back to the castle to add her new trophy to her collection.

#slytherin #slytherinshalo #black authors #shifting blog #shifting realities #fuck jkr #harry potter #black reader #slytherin boys #reality shifting #tom riddle jr #zania malfoy #tw: murder #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: cormac mclaggen #serial killer!tom #serial kill!zania

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cabaretofwords · 14 days ago

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I was challenged to work for 1 hour and post the results.

It was good. I feel like I have started something.

Salt and Starships snippet

Wordcount: 770

Reeva marched down the wide, sloped corridor, her uniform coat unbuckled and billowing in her wake. The red fabric and gold details marked her important in a way that drew eyes, but, upon closer inspection those eyes and heads turned back to their families or business partners. she couldn't be important; her uniform wasn't even pressed.

Reeva caught a glimpse of herself in a wall mirror as she passed. Her dark hair was a storm cloud around her head, the dawn light that filtered through the floor to ceiling terminal windows caught in the ends of her curls, catching a halo that matched her uniform, Her trousers were crumpled and the maroon lipstick that was mandatory for all attendants to wear looked ashy, rather than striking. Not like the women who smiled in the ads, their teeth and eyes unnaturally bright.

She pulled at the coat, trying to get it closed over her singlet while she hoofed it through the corridor - made more of a challenge by the fact she was currently one handed, her crew suitcase dragging behind her. She'd packed it is such a rush that the leg of her off duty pants had been hanging out and caught in the conveyor belt at security. She would have to wear her uniform slacks or her pyjama shorts until time she had a day off that was anywhere near a shop.

"This is the final boarding call for Flight 4089 to Starship Theta."

There was an edge to the friendly announcer - she had a severe case of customer service voice, which only got worse as the announcement went on, forced from her like the last pearl of toothpaste from an empty tube.

"Final boarding call to all passengers and crew traveling to Starship Theta on Flight 4089. Your flight will be departing at 6:05."

Reeva glanced at her wrist, and made a mental note to call her hotel and ask if they had found a watch in her room. A departure board told her it was 6:00.

As she squinted at the board, trying to read it as she rushed passed, Reeva's heel caught in the soft carpet and she folded, her landing cushioned by nothing but the bones in her hip. The suitcase handle cracked across her thigh.

"This is the FINAL boarding call for anyone traveling the Starship Theta on Flight 4089. Your flight is fully boarded and ready to leave. please proceed to gate lounge 1 for boarding."

"Balls!" Reeva scrambled to her feet, kicking off the pumps and grabbing them with one hand and her suitcase with the other. No point worrying about uniform violations if she was going to miss the flight completely. The same kinds of people who had been stealing glances at her were now staring outright. They were second class passengers. The kind who could still afford this kind of short range space travel but would never be boarding at gates 1 through 5. None of them stepped in to help Reeva. They just watched as she stowed her shoes under her suitcase arm and started running.

Gate 1 was at the very end of the terminal, up two levels, but for crew, the only way to get there was via the lower gates - made for smaller crafts on short journeys - visiting relatives who lived in terraformed colonies in this system. She sprinted past gate 200 towards the lift doors. Three crew members wearing the same red and gold as her were entering the lift. They looked like sleek, well groomed mares, their hair pulled back into ballet buns, their uniforms pressed. they walled with an air of importance, though Reeva knew they were going to a job where they would be chewed out for looking at the wrong passenger.

"Hold the doors!" she called out. She didn't have the time to scramble for the pass that she had shoved into her suitcase after security had cut her pants apart to save their machines. "God damn, please, hold the doors!"

The trio turned their heads to look at her. their expressions were blank and impassive. Perfectly professional and unmoving. The doors were closing but all she needed was to get a foot through the doors and she'd be in, and that much closer to her flight.

"Boarding for Gate 1 is closing in one minute." The flight attendant on the other end of the microphone wasn't even trying to hide her frustration now. She gasped for breath as she sprinted toward the closing lift doors. But where crowds parted for the sleek trio, for Reeva they gathered and gawked.

#Salt&Starships #Reeva #Should we make this a tag game?#I'll do it again and tag people if there is interest #Esp as we go into November

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wordywarriorwrites · 1 year ago

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Heat

Heat | A03 | Rating: M

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader

Summary: You and Frankie take the next step in your relationship.

Warnings: A/B/O. NSFW. Smut. Language.

The house smells like you.

Your scent permeates every corner, filling Frankie’s lungs and clouding his senses the moment he steps inside. The windows are wide open, welcoming in the cool, fall breeze, but the strength of the wind billowing the curtains and rushing through the house does nothing to dissipate it.

Ambrette, citrus, and ylang-ylang – he can taste it in the air. Just like a siren’s song, the urge to seek more of it is too powerful to ignore, and as soon as he sheds his coat and kicks off his boots, he lets his nose lead him past the kitchen, out of the living room, and into your shared bedroom.

The afternoon sun is high, and bright streaks of light coming in from the window above the clawfoot bathtub catch on the sweat beading your brow and along the column of your throat. Frankie wants to lap it. Savor it. Swallow it down.

Fuck, he’s so hungry for you…

But you’ve been off for the past few weeks. Moping. Pouting. Making him sleep on the couch only to wake him in the middle of the night and insist he return to bed because you can’t sleep without him. You’ve been quick to anger and even quicker to tears, watching movies and reading books that upset you that much more. Frankie’s lost count of the number of times he’s catered to your nesting urges, and sex, once consistent and passionate, has seesawed between ferally enthusiastic or entirely absent.

You swear it’s nothing.

But you called off work today. Now, you’re weaving on your feet, head dangling over the sink as if you may tip over at any second. Rivulets of water are streaming down the back of your neck, sliding off your mouth and chin to stop at the collar of your shirt. Your teeth are chattering, fingers curling into claws against the countertop as you groan and curse your discomfort.

It’s not nothing. It’s very much something. In fact, it’s everything.

He sends a couple of texts – one to his boss to clear his schedule for the time being, and the other to the guys, telling them to keep away until he says otherwise. Frankie doesn’t wait for responses; once the messages are out, he shuts off his phone, absentmindedly dropping it onto the nightstand and directing the entirety of his focus onto you.

“Hermosa?” he calls, tone low and steady as he slowly approaches. “You alright?”

“I forgot,” you breathe, furrowing your brow and pressing your hand to your lower abdomen. “I forgot how bad it hurts.”

The distress and pain you feel – it rushes through the bonding mark so furiously, so swiftly, that it causes the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.

“Y’smell good enough to eat, guapo,” you croon, voice straining and breathy.

He chuckles and inches closer, “You should’ve called me. I would’ve come back sooner.”

You shake your head slowly, “You were in the air. Wasn’t gonna interrupt that.”

“You need me, you call,” Frankie barks testily. “Nothing’s more important than you.”

You’re too stubborn for your own damn good – jutting your chin and sticking out your tongue as if it were no big deal. As if today was just another day. Frankie, on the other hand, has been preparing for this since the moment you stopped taking your suppressants and birth control over a year ago, and he’ll be damned if he’s not at home with you for every, single moment of it.

The changes in you over the past twelve months have prompted his own, special type of metamorphosis. While not nearly as drastic or severe as what you’ve gone through, his own body, behavior, and way of thinking have significantly altered.

Adding on extra pounds, not cutting his hair, drenching himself in your scent, and encouraging you to renew the mark you graced him with – they’re all outward displays showing he’s strong and capable of taking care of his Omega and whatever offspring he may have with you. It also proves to unmated females and other Alphas looking to court that you’re his, he’s yours, and he intends to breed you.

The heightened aggression, the need to protect you and the home you made together, and the urge to have you beneath him at all times – they’re all indicators that your fluctuating hormones have been doing their job, and he can physically, mentally, and emotionally feel you pulling him into a rut the likes of which he hasn’t experienced since first presenting.

Frankie’s been stocking up on essential supplies while you’ve been not-so-subtly covering the bed with endless blankets and pillows to burrow in. You’ve been wearing the same shirt – his favorite shirt – for four days, and he can’t get you to take it off, even just to wash it. He also hasn’t showered in three days because all the books say not to, as it’ll be his unaltered, natural scent that grounds you and comforts you through it.

Your first heat together. The first time trying for young together.

“Cariño, I think it’s time,” he murmurs.

You swallow a handful of water and let out a ragged breath, “I know.”

Frankie takes it upon himself to turn off the tap, and as the water gurgles, he reminds you that you’re safe. You’re shaking, wincing with every breath, and he reassures you that everything you need is in the bedroom. He offers you a steady hand, and you place your trembling one in his, allowing him to guide you out of the ensuite.

“We talked about this,” Frankie whispers against your temple, fingers reaching for the snap on your jeans. “We’re ready for this, aren’t we?”

You nod. Let out a croaky, ‘yes.’ He lowers the zipper and wrangles the well-worn denim past your hips and over your knees. Kneeling at your feet, he helps you step out of your pants and slips your socks off one by one. You’re already writhing, skin clammy and hot to the touch. Your scent, combined with your arousal, is so much stronger now, making his mouth water and his cock throb.

This isn’t his first rut, and it’s difficult to put a leash on his baser instincts, to handle you with the delicacy and patience you deserve for your first heat with him, but he manages it. He can do anything, endure anything, for you.

Frankie swallows hard and looks up at you, “I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

You stare down at him – lips parted and eyes dilated, chest heaving and limbs tight. A tear slips down your cheek, and your stomach jumps when he presses a gentle kiss to the freckle above your belly button.

He rises slowly, careful not to startle you. Mouth pressed into a hard line and fingers twisted in the hem of your damp t-shirt – he takes his own steadying breath and reminds himself this moment is precious, meaningful, and not to be spoiled.

It takes effort to peel the cotton from your body, and your bra isn’t much better, the fabric straining and digging harshly into your skin. Frankie knows you’re uncomfortable, when he releases the hooks and gently slides the straps from your shoulders, you sigh. It’s that tiny, almost inaudible sound of relief that buoys him, fills his chest with something indescribable – makes him feel like a man worthy of his woman and an Alpha capable of servicing his Omega.

“I can’t – I keep fucking crying,” you blurt, shoulders curled, and head bent.

“S’okay, cariño,” he sighs, rocking you gently and nuzzling your neck. “I got you.”

You make a sound in the back of your throat that vibrates through him, giving him a headrush that makes his hindbrain lean into you, into your mating, even more. You settle enough to undress him, and Frankie watches with rapt attention as your instincts unfurl like a clenched fist.

Each seemingly insignificant action becomes tender, almost reverent, and absolutely wondrous. The way you look at him and scent-mark him. How you carefully touch him and move with him. The need to dominate, to assert his control, to make you present yourself to him – you’re somehow channeling it, meeting it, and feeding it with your own calming nature, and it brings a new balance to his rut that he’s never felt before.

It’s a sacred dance. Ritualistic. Sensuous. Something your kind have done since the beginning of time and will no doubt continue to do long after the two of you are dust.

When you’re both naked and settled deeply into the nest you built, the weight of it all, the seriousness of it – it’s still there, but it becomes less of a burden and more of an honor. The two of you are as you’ve always been – bared to each other, vulnerable, but safe. Committed. Loving.

“Te amo,” you murmur. “So much, Frankie.”

Frankie presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, too, hermosa.”

The corner of your mouth quirks – a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing that gets wiped away when you cup his cheek and kiss him, and he simply melts into you, into the assurance of your touch and the comfort of your presence and the way it all just clicks into place.

Tears return. This time, you let out great, heaving sobs of relief when he gets you off with his fingers, and his own scent surges in response to mingle with yours. Your release takes the edge off the pain and eventually gives way to even more pleasure when he puts his mouth to use to make you come until your thighs shake.

“Papi,” you entreat, fingers tugging at his curls. “I – I need…”

“I know querida,” he groans, licking into your mouth. “Let me give it to you, yeah?”

His mustache is covered in your slick. Your inner thighs are littered with his teeth marks. The peak of your nipple against the flat of his tongue and the heel of your foot pressing into the meat of his ass. You’re lying on your side, and he takes you just like that – bodies slotting together like two puzzle pieces as he bottoms out in a single thrust.

Your core is molten and saturated, fluttering and squeezing, and you hold him in an embrace that’s simultaneously tender and urgent. The soft sounds you make, the way your breath stutters, and how your tongue tastes when he sucks on it. There’s no hiding your greed, or how desperately he wants to breed you, and when you bare your teeth and demand more from him, the pleased rumble Frankie lets out is more beast than man.

“Fuck, you feel s’good,” he grunts, digging his fingers into your thigh, allowing his hips to swing freely for a moment before slowing. “I’m tryin’ not to – I don’t wanna…”

You nip at his chin and rake your nails down his shoulder, “M’ready. I can take it.”

It doesn’t take much to maneuver you into place, and you fall into the presenting position with such graceful ease, with such eagerness, that something in his chest tightens.

Lazy thrusts morph into harsher snaps of his hips. You go lax, limbs supple and spine melting, and when the tears fall this time, you’re smiling – brow smoothed, looking resplendent, and entirely pleased with yourself. He slips a hand between your thighs and strokes clit, bringing forth another rush of wetness that will make the next part easier.

When you’ve saturated his groin, Frankie finally drapes himself over your back, rocks into you as deeply as your body will allow, and digs his teeth into your scent gland until you yip out a comingled sound of submission and pleasure.

“Tell me, mi pequeño lobo,” he pants in your ear. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you repeat throatily. “I want you. Please, Alpha…”

It’s as if your words are the permission he needs to give in to the instinct – to finally let go and do what needs to be done. Supporting you, protecting you, and loving you – it’s just the beginning of a story that’s still being written. Breeding you, knowing it will likely be successful, that he’ll have made you his in the most primal of ways – that’s the next chapter.

Frankie’s orgasm is indescribably, incomparably intense. A prolonged release that feels too good, one that’s on the knife’s edge of pain, somehow bringing forth feelings of helplessness and complete control. The delirious sense of peace he feels when he knots you. And when you come again for him, and your body just takes it all – accepting everything he has to offer – it’s wonderous in the extreme.

Spooning you to keep you close, to supply comfort, to keep you warm, and to ensure nothing is lost or wasted – it’s as natural as breathing. Eyes welling. Pride surging. Frankie’s seen you safely through the first wave, and again, it’s your sigh and contentment coming through the bond that lets him know he’s done everything right.

“We’re ready for this,” you tell him, voice full of excitement and certainty.

“Si, mi corazón,” he agrees, your echoing of his earlier words renewing his own conviction and joy. “We’re ready for this.”

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