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Omega! Muzan headcanons? 👀
Oooo sure
I'm also kinda tempted to write omega!muzan with an enigma!reader in a full fic (for those who dont know what an enigma is in ABO terms its the rank that falls above alphas in some variations of the verse)
Contains: ABO verse, afab!muzan, omega!muzan, sexual content, mentions of pregnancy + kids, subbot!muzan, domtop!reader, enigma!reader
SFW
Omega!Muzan who is very picky about the type of fabric his clothing is made out of. If its too scratchy he won't ever wear it.
Omega!Muzan who enjoys being taken out to see beautiful secluded spots on dates
Omega!Muzan who doesn't submit alphas or betas at all and has a strong resistance to alpha pheromones.
Omega!Muzan who makes his nest extremely extravagant, even going as far as to buy a special made nesting bed that is shaped like a large cat bed.
Omega!Muzan who decorates his nest with soft lavender and down filled pillows and blankets at all times.
Omega!Muzan who likes to light scented candles in every room to help soothe him when he's stressed.
Omega!Muzan who's scent smells like toasted sugar, pumpkin and vanilla.
Omega!Muzan who takes a long time doing self care and takes baths with rose petals or bubbles in the water.
Omega!Muzan who must have dim light when he's in heat and therefore uses only his candles and not any types of lamps.
Omega!Muzan who spends a considerable amount of time curled up against [name].
Omega!Muzan who loves going to the hot springs with his lover.
Omega!Muzan who's appetite increases incredibly the week before his heat cycle starts and craves strong healthy flesh, preferably healthy women with marechi blood because they give the most nutrition to a demon.
Omega!Muzan who always demands several massages from [name] after his heat cycle ends.
Omega!Muzan who has never wanted pups before meeting [name] and now he can't seem to get the image of little ones running around and asking [name] for food...
Omega!Muzan who is hesitant to have pups because he doubts whether or not he'd be a good mother, though he always feels better when [name] reassures him about it.
Omega!Muzan who first met [name] out on the streets of Asasuka when [name]'s engima pheromones kickstarted his heat unexpectedly.
Omega!Muzan who felt drawn to [name] and didn't kill him in that moment and instead kidnapped him
Omega!Muzan who was surprised when [name] apologized for kickstarting his heat cycle and agreed to help him through it because he didn't believe that someone of [name]'s rank would do something like that.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!
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Omega!Muzan who enjoys being in a mating press during his heats because it satisfies his more carnal needs.
Omega!Muzan who loves it when [name] bites him on his thighs, chest and neck
Omega!Muzan who is a bit of a brat when he's having sex and not in heat, but he's easy to manage for [name].
Omega!Muzan who loves dressing up in soft and expensive lingerie and blushes every time [name] presents him with another set.
Omega!Muzan who adores wearing [name]'s clothing while being fucked because it forces him to be able to only smell [name] during a session
Omega!Muzan who is brought to tears really easily when he's in heat.
#🩷.kny#🩵.dom reader#sub kny#kny smut#sub character#kny x you#smut#sub muzan#kny#dom reader#demon slayer#n/sfw#a/b/o#a/b/o verse#a/b/o au#omega muzan#enigma reader#alpha reader
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can u do ABO au with slashers going through their heat and asking the reader coughbeggingcough for help?
cw: this was longer than expected, dom!top!gn!alpha!reader, sub!bottom!omega!michael myers, knotting, heats, praise kink, condom use, michael is implied to be a virgin, male omegas have pussies and dicks, all alphas have dicks.
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michael had experienced many things in his life, but one thing he never experienced, were his heats. because he was in the mental institution, michael was given suppressants by the doctors all his life up until he escaped and started his rampage.
but five days after his escape, he began feeling hot and sweaty, his vision was blurry, and his pussy was leaking slick like crazy. michael didn’t know what was happening to him, and for the first time in his life, he was confused and scared. it soon got worse to the point where michael couldn’t even walk and hid himself in an alley. that’s when he meet you. you were an alpha that was throwing out the trash behind your house, when you caught the scent of an omega in heat.
you were obviously worried for the poor soul, so you followed the scent, and there you found the infamous bogeyman. michael gripped onto his knife with a shaky hold and tried to attack you, but his movements were slow and you quickly slapped the knife out of his hands. michael let out a threatening growl and pounced on top of you, the air was pushed out of your lungs as michael’s hands were put beside your head and made you stay down. “h-hey, i just want to help you. an omega shouldn’t be out in public during their heat, you’re in pain, aren’t you?” you asked, trying to keep a calm voice and pumping out comforting pheromones.
michael let out deep pants of air, you could tell he was holding onto his last bit of strength by the way his body was shaking. michael unexpectedly whines when he unknowingly rubs his clothed hard-on against your thigh. you gently put your hand on his plastic cheek, you ask, “has this ever happened to you?” michael shakes his head no, you know enough about this guy to know that he was dangerous, but you couldn’t just leave him here to suffer through his first heat.
“let me help you, please,” you pleaded, michael thought long and hard, and eventually agreed. you led him inside your house, up to your bedroom, and quickly got to business. before you could even remove your boxers, michael pushed you onto your bed, dry humping you like a feral beast. you pulled michael in for a kiss against his covered lips as you zipped him out of his jumpsuit so that he was just in his underwear. as michael fought with your mouth for dominance, you flip the both of you over so that michael’s back was on the mattress.
you reach for your nightstand and take out lube and a condom pack from the drawer. michael’s breath hitches as he watches you pull your cock out and slide the condom on. you smile down at the bogeyman and went to kiss so dangerously close to his abdomen up to his large chest. “you have such a beautiful body, michael. your abs, arms, and thighs are strong,” you pull michael’s underwear down, and place your hands between his thick thighs to pull them apart and reveal his wet entrance. “oh what i would give to have my head between these things, and have you ride my face. perhaps we could do it next time, if you want to,” michael’s dick twitched in interest as more slick spilled from his cunt. he liked praise, noted.
you didn’t want to tease him too much because once again, he was in heat, and you were slightly scared of what he would do if you kept him waiting any longer. you wanted to make his first heat as pleasurable as possible.
you slipped in a finger, his walls took you in with ease. michael moaned when you began to work your finger inside him, he’d never had something that big inside him before. you were putting his comfort above your own pleasure, precum gathered at the tip of michael’s cock. he let out another loud whine when you put another finger inside him, he moved to cover his mouth. there was so much slick that you didn’t think he even needed lube, michael thrusted against your fingers, desperately looking for the relief he needed. deciding he was loose enough, you pulled your fingers out of his pussy (he glared at you through his mask for doing so), grabbed the lube, and poured it over your slick covered hand to bathe your cock in.
you held out your hand for michael, “let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” michael was taken aback by your gentleness, but nodded and took your hand in his. you wrapped his legs around your waist, lined your cock up to his dripping pussy, and slowly pushed inside, thankfully he was wet and loose enough so you bottom out with ease. michael squeezed your hand as he breathed heavily, his walls were so warm, you resisted the urge to just plow him then and there.
it wasn’t until he was grinding his hips that he silently told you to fuck him. you set a deep but slow pace, michael let out guttural groans when the fat heat of your cock hit his sweet spot. slaps of skin against skin filled your ears, along with you and michael’s mixed moans made your hips speed up. michael gasped when you grabbed his legs and pushed them against his chest, the new angle made you thrust deeper into him. “you feel- oh, so good for me, mikey. gonna make me cum soon,” michael moans breathlessly in your ear as his hands grip desperately on your back.
the bed slammed against your wall in sync with your pace, the smell of heat and sex filled the room, and if there was anyone in your house, they would be able to hear you two fucking like animals. michael could feel his walls tighten around you before slick and cum dirty your thighs and chest. he holds you as tight as he can, overstimulation overcoming him as you relentlessly use him to chase your end. your knot starts to expand, making it harder to thrust until you finally bottom out and fill the condom with hot cum.
michael and yourself were cover in a thin layer of sweat as you both let your orgasms wash over you. it took awhile until your knot lessened enough to pull out, “you were so good for me michael, relax while i get us some water and napkins,” michael watched as you threw away the used condom and left the room, he felt so much better than earlier, albeit sweaty, but still good. you came back with two glasses of water and a tissue box and sat beside michael. you made a move to take off his mask, but he took your wrist in a death grin and let out a warning grown.
“sorry baby, but you need to drink something,” michael was silent, you sighed and put the glass on top of the nightstand beside the bed. “after i’m done cleaning you up, i’m going to sleep, you can drink then. i don’t want you having a sore throat.” you rip a few tissue out of the box and begins cleaning michael and yourself. michael was watching you like a hawk the entire time, your face, your neck that didn’t have a mating mark (yet), and your cock. once you’re done, you wrap your bedsheets around michael and yourself. you smile at michael before kissing his masked cheek and resting your head on a pillow facing him, “goodnight, michael.” he watches as you drift off to sleep and you begin drooling on the pillow case. you looked so peaceful when you sleep.
the morning came, and michael was was not beside you. you were fully expecting him to kill you in your sleep, but thankfully he didn’t. you thought that would be the last and only time you’ll ever see the bogeyman. oh how wrong you were. you weren’t upset though, in fact, you were gleeful.
#꒰ 🖇️ ꒱ ⎯ ame writes#dom reader#top reader#sub character#top!reader#dom!reader#sub!character#michael myers#sub slashers#sub slasher#slashers x reader#michael myers x reader#michael myers smut#sub michael myers#halloween movie#halloween#top gn reader#dom gn reader#omegaverse#alpha reader#alpha!reader#omega!michael myers#omega michael myers#slasher x reader#slasher#slashers#halloween 1978
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Yandere Omega x Alpha reader
Yandere Omega who can’t help being smitten with you. He loves everything about you, your silky hair, captivating eyes and don’t get him started on those strong-looking arms! Oh, what he would do to be in those.
Yandere Omega who was instantly blown away by your good looks and charm, the moment you walked into the humble cafe he works in.
Yandere Omega who immediately feels you’re an alpha. The dominance was radiating off you and he drank every last drop of it.
Yandere Omega who tries everything to catch your attention; from styling his hair to wearing tighter, more revealing clothes. He absolutely loves it when your eyes linger on his form a little longer than appropriate.
Yandere Omega who is overjoyed his work finally pays off when you invite him to your home. The wonderful time you showed him left him breathless. It was the single best lnight of his life! After that time, you would ask him out on multiple circumstances.
The omega basket in the envy of his co-workers. You were clearly quite wealthy on the top of attractive. They made their shots at you but you didn’t give them a single glance.
He didn’t wish to brag, but he was the most beautiful omega employee after all. Though you hadn’t officially declared him as your boyfriend, he liked to think he was.
I mean, you took him to fancy parties to show him off to your colleges and let him stay in your penthouse more than once. And all those expensive gifts you sent him couldn’t mean nothing, right?
Yandere Omega who is shocked at your betrayal when you reveal you couldn’t see each other anymore. What do you mean he can’t come over?
It’s announced later, that you were now engaged to someone else. Some guy whose family and yours would unite to strengthen your companies. A business deal.
Yandere Omega who could’ve in theory been okay with you being married off to some other dude if it was strictly business from both sides, but that was not the case. Clearly, your fiancée liked you very, very much and it pissed him off.
He had to find a way to break your engagement now.
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“Can’t you see I’m the perfect mate for you?”
#male yandere#oc#possesive#obsessed#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x reader#omega verse#Alpha reader#yandere omega#yandere omegaverse#yandere omega x alpha reader#male x male#male reader#rich reader#business deal#engagement#omega oc
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For the prompt game, maybe 7 with price and m!reader. Price gets pissed off that reader almost got themselves killed on a mission to protect him. Just some lovely old man angst
Tumblr's acting up again and it's deleted my draft like 3 times so fingers crossed this works else I will cry😓 . I saw the old man angst and immediately thought of Rodolfoparras work and this so yeah. Play the game HERE.
Prompt: “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?”
CW: SFW-ish, Omega John Price, Alpha Male reader, mentions of gore, kissing, angst, omegaverse.
When your file had landed on his desk he had contemplated refusing; you were a stereotypical alpha — a loudmouthed meathead with little regard for your own health, headstrong and stupidly stubborn over the dumbest shit, and with a long list of incident reports dating back to the first day you joined the army. TF141 was your last chance before a dishonorable discharge and Price, stupidly, had taken you in like the stray you were.
Safe to say you turned out to be the leading cause of his grey hairs with all the shit you pulled. . . but. . . not to the extent he expected.
Unlike most alphas, you were surprisingly receptive to taking orders from an omega like Price, and carried yourself around the others without attempting to establish the dated hierarchy. After giving you guidance, and learning how you thought, Price had been seeing serious improvement.
'Course, all of that went down the drain when you decided to charge head first into a group of enemies when Price had gotten stabbed.
"What the fuck were you thinking lad?" Price hisses harshly under his breath, eyes boring a hole between your brows. He's standing at the foot of the medical bed, watching your chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. "What the fuck were you thinking?" You better not die so he can kill you himself.
He doesn't expect you to answer, knocked out as you are with your chest wrapped in fresh bandages after the docs fished out who knows how many bullets from your torso— 16, his inner omega reminds him, 16 bullets he took for You.
He sighs, "You're a lucky muppet." Walking around the bed he places a hand on your thigh, slowly inching up to rest on your lower abdomen, dark red spots denoting where bullet wounds lie. "But a stupid alpha." He growls. It's a good thing military alphas are like walking tanks of fat and muscle, you can take a few hits, though the thought does little to soothe his omega when you lay unconscious.
He doesn't even notice he's making a small distressed sound in his chest until your eyes flutter open, squinting from the harshness of artificial lights before you notice him looming over you; something between a guardian angel and death itself.
"Price?" Your nose twitches, lungs expanding despite the ache in your chest to catch his scent, your alpha noticing the sharp acrid taste hiding his usual pine smell. "What happened?" You ask, achy as you are you manage to tilt your head enough to let out a low chest vibrating purr, seeking to calm your omega.
"What happened, it that you dumb muppet almost died!" He hisses, anger making his scent even harsher, hating himself how his omega swoons at the purr, at how you put him before yourself even when you're knocking on death's door. "Were you trying to get killed?"
You hand your head and look away. You can scarcely recall what happened, the drugs and adrenaline muddling your mind so any memory comes out like an abstract painting, but one detail remains — Rage.
A Deep.
—bleeding flesh neath your fingernails, painfilled screams silenced by your snarls—
Dark.
—the 'crack' of bone against stone as the strength behind your hands forced the skull to shatter, blood and brains splashing against your face—
Animalistic.
—desperate hands scrambling against your head, the frantic pulse beneath your tongue rapidly dwindling once your teeth dug deep enough to tear through the jugular—
Rage.
You don't remember ever being as angry as you'd been when you'd seen Price clutching his side, the bloodied blade of a knife clenched between his fingers, unknown hostiles encroaching towards him. Your omega had been injured. Your omega had been injured. And you didn't think twice, vision turned as red as his blood with a singular thought of Kill Kill Kill banging on your skull you didn't even notice you were bleeding.
Like a proper animal. Like something you've been trying to prove you're not.
"I'm-" You swallow, though cleaned, you can still taste the blood of the enemy whose throat you'd torn out, your teeth still stained red. "-sorry. I'm sorry."
"'I'm sorry' he says, is'at the best you've got?" Price presses on, coming closer and bracing a hand on your chest, his limb vibrating from your purr. It's hard to stay mad at you when you're doing this, his omega wanting nothing more but curl next to you, to share warmth and protect you while you recover. "What was going through your thick skull? Wait, let me guess: Nothing." Still he persists, not showing what he's feeling.
You hang your shoulders low and head lower still, chewing on your lip as you listen him chew you out. Something sits heavy in your chest, growing bigger with every word he says like a snowball, his anger leaving your alpha —dumb creature that it is— confused and hurt; why is your omega angry, when you protected him? When you nearly died for him? When you love him—
“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay?" You snap, rough and angry, your gaze fixed on his. You stop purring, leaving the room too cold and silent without it. "But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.”
“You… What?”
You flinch and suck in a breath as pain flares across your body. You expected a lot of different responses, from anger to indifference to being told you're out of the taskforce. . . not that.
"Lad." Price's voice is unnervingly calm, one hand on your scruff, the other holding your chin, the sudden contact of his skin on yours fooling your alpha into letting him tilt your head to meet his eyes. "Repeat that. Slowly."
You gaze into his eyes, so many things swirling in the blue yet you're unable to tell any of it. Slowly you breathe in, "I. . . I love you." You say, open and honest and too vulnerable for an old omega like him.
". . .oh, you stupid alpha." Price almost laughs, dimples around his mouth as he smiles. Like puzzle pieces something clicks in his head.
Before his words can feel like a slap to your face he leans in, your foreheads bonking together before you find the right angle for his lips to meet yours. He tastes like his cigars and black coffee and everything you thought he would, your body melting into his, your nose full of his scent, your brain full of him.
"Could have told me without nearly dying." You separate to catch your breaths, foreheads resting against each other, breathing the same air and only now do you notice Price is purring. It's not the same bone rattling purr alphas can produce, but just as soothing, and you can't help but giggle when your own purr causes his to become louder.
You think, maybe, everything will be alright—
"After you get better." He whispers against your lips, soft and sweet, saccharine pine scent sticking to your nose like amber. "You and I will have a long talk about safety."
Maybe not.
#Gnome's Prompt Game#gnome correspondence#cod mw2#x reader#trinkets from the hoard#male reader#top male reader#captain john price#abo dynamics#omegaverse#alpha reader#captain john price x reader#captain john price x male reader
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I wanted to ask if you can do a more in-depth, for Shikamaru in his obsession. Like, A more in-depth look at everyone’s reaction when they found out and a more in-depth look at how they treat each other. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I am obsessed with Shikamaru and his obsession
Hehe, I think lots of people love Shikamaru and his obsession~ I decided to write about what happens just after they met for the first time, hope you enjoy~
Omega!Shikamaru x Alpha!Reader
Summary: Meeting his obsession at only age 5, Shikamaru is lucky enough to have his entire lifetime with his obsession at his side. Shikaku doesn't feel quite so lucky.
Word count: 1.25k
Warnings: None.
Shikaku didn’t know whether to be proud, irritated or resigned at the situation that had been suddenly dumped in his lap. The burn of your parents’ suspicious eyebrow raises had him leaning towards the latter two emotions, but the happy purrs his son was letting at his feet, massaging his baby Obsessions hands in his own, tipped the scale back towards proud.
He still couldn’t believe that his son, barely five years old, had already found his obsession. He had been dreading the day this happened, remembering the way his own father had had to reign him in when he fell for Yoshino, and anticipating an older Shikamaru giving him some good old-fashioned karma. But it happening this soon wasn’t something he had predicted, nor something he was ready for. Even in his worst-case imaginings, he had thought about a hormonal fifteen-year-old Shikamaru, never a five-year-old that had only just started learning how to control his emotions.
Shikaku sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. The whole situation was troublesome.
“I understand that this is shocking, it is a surprise to us as well, Naras rarely find their obsessions this young,” his wife explained to your parents. He was so glad she was here to help him handle this. “But it isn’t something that can be taken back, nor something that can be stopped, so our best course of action is to figure out how we’re going to move forward.”
“This isn’t our first-time hearing about the Nara obsession instinct,” your mother said, seemingly the more relaxed one of your two parents, if the way your father was perched on the edge of the sofa like a tightly coiled spring was anything to go by. “But we had planned on only allowing sleepovers once they turned eight, so hearing about the expectation of sleepovers so suddenly isn’t easy to digest. I don’t understand why playdates can’t suffice.”
Shikaku tuned out Yoshino’s response, knowing that she would handle everything while ruffling as few feathers as possible. Well, provided your parents remained civil and open-minded. If they started demanding things that would hurt Shikamaru, Shikaku would have to pull her back before she decided violence was the best way to solve the problem. But seeing as the coast was clear for the moment, he turned his gaze towards his only son.
Shikamaru still had a tight grip on your hand, but his full attention was on your face now. He was leaning in just a little too close as you spoke, but you didn’t seem to mind. At least the silver lining was that Shikamaru had picked a relaxed baby alpha to obsess over.
“Your hair is very pretty,” you said quietly, a little smile on your face. “I like it.”
Furious purrs erupted from Shikamaru, his little face flushing in pride. Shikaku watched with amusement as Shikamaru immediately used his free hand to try and pull his hair out of his ponytail. His tiny fingers fumbled for a moment, but he eventually got it loose and yanked it out, pulling a few strands out along with it without so much as a flinch.
Shikaku remembered that feeling all too well, the way the desire to please Yoshino, make her happy with him, overshadowed everything else, even pain. When he first chose her, he would have been able to walk over a field of glass without flinching if he thought it would make her smile.
“You can touch it if you want,” Shikamaru said, practically vibrating with excitement as he leant his head forward, his now loose hair falling forwards towards you. “I don’t mind.”
“Wow, so soft!” you exclaimed, running your fingers through his hair. “Do you wash it with fairy dust?”
“No, just shampoo, but I also use conditioner,” Shikamaru announced proudly, pushing his head into your hand like a cat.
Shikaku smothered a snort. He imagined that Shikamaru would no longer roll his eyes and try to get out of using conditioner at bath time, something he was sure would delight his wife.
“We just can’t agree to that many nights with them away from home, away from us, they’re our child,” your mother said, just as Shikaku turned one ear back to the main conversation. “We might be able to divide the four nights in half though. We could have Shikamaru stay with us for two nights, but we’d need support navigating their relationship because we don’t know what’s normal or-“
Confident that things were going well enough that he wouldn’t have to restrain his wife, Shikaku turned back to his son and the baby alpha sitting on the floor beside him.
“Can I plait your hair, please?” you asked his son, still idly petting him.
Only yesterday, the same question had come from Ino, although the tone had been a little more demanding, and his son had rolled his eyes, refused, called Ino troublesome and gone to hide upstairs to take a nap.
His response now was like night and day. Shikaku watched his son’s face light up, his head bobbing up and down instantly.
“Yes, yes, whenever you want,” he said, falling over himself to turn around and present you with the back of his head. He scooted backwards until he was almost on your lap and then folded his hands together on his lap, waiting with barely contained excitable energy.
It was so strange seeing his son like this. He was used to his lazy petulance when face with chores, the competitive gleam in his eyes when they played shogi, his thinking face when he was presented a new puzzle or mystery, but this tidal wave of genuine, open affection and eagerness for companionship was something Shikaku had never seen.
“Thanks! You’re the best, Shika!” you said, separating his hair into three parts.
His son looked ready to ascend to a different plane of being.
This whole thing was a mess, Shikaku though, rubbing at his eyes. He wasn’t looking forward to the hundreds of tantrums he’d have to diffuse, the weird impulses he’d have to redirect or having to host another five-year-old in his house all the time. However, the pure happiness radiating off his son was more than worth all the bad. He was glad that Shikamaru would have his obsession with him for his entire life, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but hopefully Shikamaru would be used enough to his obsession and coping mechanisms that the hormonal nightmare of teenagerhood wouldn’t be so bad.
Shikaku gave the two children one more glance, vaguely amused to see Shikamaru silently mouthing ‘my alpha’ over and over again as you focused on plaiting his hair, before properly turning back to the conversation he was supposed to be a part of.
Everything would work out; he would make it so.
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BONUS:
“Well, we should probably head off now,” your father said, standing up, holding the newly drawn up custody arrangement. “We’re having dinner with my parents tonight. Darling, time to leave, go and get your shoes on, please.”
“WHAT?! NO!”
“Here we go,” Shikaku sighed, trying to intercept Shikamaru before he got a hold on the baby alpha. Too late.
“Shikamaru, let go, they have to go home,” he said, kneeling down on the floor with them both.
“No!” his son whined, tears gathering on his water line. “They’re my alpha! Mine!”
“Shikamaru, that wasn’t a suggestion. Let them go.”
Shikamaru only growled at him, so Shikaku just started pulling him off you by the scruff.
“Shikamaru, stop struggling, stop- Ow! You little- He just bit me!”
#shikamaru x reader#shikamaru#a/b/o#omegaverse#alpha!reader#headcanons#hcs#reader insert#alpha reader#omega!shikamaru#shikaku#nara obsessions
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Omega Malewife bakugo! X alpha reader!
💥Pure house wife and he loves it
💥He never expected after graduation you would propose to him within the span of 5 years
💥And in that 5 years you became the number one hero Giving bakugo the luxury of retiring at 24
💥He didn’t want to obviously but he knew all you wanted to do was take care of I’m and raise a family together
💥Since then he just takes care of you and the house
💥“I’m home..” yn said as they walked in the door
💥You hear footsteps around the corner coming to you and you see bakugo in an apron with a spoon in his hand
💥“Don’t I’m home me! You’re an hour late dinner is cold and I’m not reheating it either damn it!”
💥All yn could do is smile and went to hug him
💥Later that year bakugo gave birth to a little girl
💥Bakugo is mommy
💥And your daddy
💥“Say bye bye daddy!”
💥Bakugo says with his 2 year old daughter on his hip
💥“Bye bye daddy” she waves happily
💥“Bye bye (haven’t thought of her name lol)!”
💥You kiss the top of her head and then go kiss bakugo on the lips
💥“I should be home around 8 if not 9:30 if all my paperwork is done-
💥“Honey..”
💥“Yea?”
💥“Promise me you’ll come home safe..ok?”
💥“Of course my love I promise
💥“No I mean it..no dumb stunts..like the ones you and izuku pull all the damn time...”
💥“Baby I promise”
💥“Ok”
💥You give him one last kiss before leaving
💥Later he sees you and izuku risking your lives going back into a collapsing building
💥Bakugo gives you and ear full when you get home
#mha#bakugo x male reader#bakugou katsuki#omegaverse#omega bakugou#malewife bakugo#alpha reader#alpha reader x bakugo#Mpreg#implied mpreg#bottom bakugou
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Hello I saw your Alpha Ghost x Omega reader fics and I was wondering what if reader was an alpha and Ghost was the Omega
(If you can make reader a timber wolf and make it fluff no smut)
Aw, I love making these things. You'll get all the fluff.
Alpha!Reader x Omega!Ghost
Omega!Ghost who actually was very sheltered about telling people he was an Omega. He didn't tell anyone for a long time and went through years just to try and hide it.
Omega!Ghost who after being captured and held by Roba couldn't help seeing his body as nothing but an object, wanting to hide it more.
The generational shame that came with being an Omega and wanting to hide himself continued for many years that he was like this.
Alpha!Reader whose distinct senses and abilities made them a prime recruit for the military. Joining without incident and pushing through rank.
Omega!Ghost whose been used to hiding so long the feelings he's attempted to keep dormant deep down bubble back up slowly when he sees you.
Your capable, your strong, your scent hits his nose and it's like his knees are weak and he can't get enough.
Alpha!Reader who sees the big lieutenant and it's honestly scary to see him looming and watching you. He's an alpha probably, making sure you don't cause shit for the others.
Alpha!Reader and omega!Ghost don't get too close yet, Ghosts intense heat blockers keep most of his identity a mystery. If anyone got so close as to figure it out that was an accomplishment.
Alpha!reader who starts trying to prove themselves for the alpha watching every day.
Price can only laugh, looking over at Ghost whose watching behind the mask with the lovesick eyes of a puppy finding a new owner. "Do they know?"
"No."
Price looks back at you, flexing your hardest and trying your best to impress. "Didn't think so."
Omega!Ghost who is relishing the attention. He knows you're showing off for him, and whether he will admit it or not, he likes it. He enjoys watching you flex your muscles and show off the wolfish side of yourself.
This gander goes on for a while between the two. Ghost watches as he feels that Omega inside him purrs and leaps. Like a cat awake from a nap ready to stretch its back legs and take off.
Alpha!reader who's tired, a day of showing off to the man who won't even speak to you. They head back to their common area and whose there?
Omega!Ghost whose finding that his omega is much more prone to cuddling than he remembered. Snuggled up in a blanket watching whatever was on tv.
"Sir, lieutenant." You attempted to greet casually as you sat down. The taste of peppermint and lemon citrus. The scent makes your stomach twist and your head whip around.
Omega!Ghost who could care less hunkered in his blanket like a turtle poking his head from his shell while your instincts stir and confusion sets in.
Ghost is very used to your scent because he smelled it first. But as you smell this new smell you realize it's coming from him.
Alpha!reader who realizes the man you've wanted to impress all this time has been an omega. Which, honestly? Not a bad thing. Not at all.
Omega!Ghost smells your growing scent, looking over at you. Your scent swarms the room like a thick cloud. And you look over at him. His pupils expand and close, as if trying to resist relaxing into the presence.
Alpha!Reader who lets the scent fill the air and swarm his nose. You smell of woods, fresh dirt and the familiar smell of a mutt wet from the river.
"You think this is that easy?" He asks curiously as he flips through his book.
You watch his fluid motions, seeing the way his fingers grasp so gently at the pages. You look at his face, seeing his beautiful lashes casting over his brown eyes.
"I didn't realize I'd have to be chasing you.."
"Does that turn you off??" He asks, and looks to you briefly.
Your canines show behind a smile. You reach your hand over and rub his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under the subtle touch. "No, no it doesn't at all." You reply, moving boldly closer to him.
Omega!Ghost usually didn't let people into his space, but hell, you'd worked your ass off for it. "Mm." He replied and you snuggled up to him, your hand drifting around his lap to capture his waist. When that didn't make him move, you nuzzled his scent glands, shifting his mask and giving them an experimental lick.
Ghost jumped, his cheeks going bright red. "That's enough you- mutt."
"Ouch, Ghost... You like it."
Alpha!Reader who proceeds to gently groom Ghost. Ghost hadn't ever been groomed before. Maybe the occasions head scratches from Price but this was... So much different.
Omega!Ghost who can't help whining for your attention and affections. His resolve is slowly crumbling beneath him as your smell is the tip of the treat. He's held it off as long as he could, now he just needs the experience he's missed out on from people he can trust.
Alpha!Reader doesn't pull his mask up too high, but enough to lick and kiss around his neck and shoulders. There was no intention of lust behind them, merely to help his shoulders relax with warm, sweet lips tending to them.
Omega!Ghost who sinks into it, nuzzling against you. Every instinct in his body he'd pushed down for years over years pooling out in an instant. His trust issues scream at him, and he partly pulls away. "Keep your hands where I can see them... Mutt." He mumbled, attempting to make it clear where his line drew.
Alpha!Reader who fits him in their arms, nuzzling him. As any wolf would, you continued to groom him. "I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want." Ghost is completely lax. Whatever you did... Fuck you did it right.
Something felt so... New. It felt like your arms were a barrier between him and everything else. Your arms kept him safe, your scent, your presence, this was safety.
Alpha!reader who watches his eyes so effortlessly flutter closed. They nudge his cheek and press a quick kiss to the mask, feeling their heart jump for joy.
"We'll take it slow ... But I think I've found what makes you tick." You chuckle, seeing him fully blissed out, getting a mere taste of what true safety feels like. After years of hiding, worrying and screaming. You've given him just a smidge of what he could have with you.
Safety and companionship.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod mw2#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#call of duty#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#alpha reader#omega simon riley#alpha!reader
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What is... Alpha vs. Beta Reader?
Most writers do not publish a work without it going through the process of being critiqued by multiple people beforehand. People that do the critiquing are alpha and beta readers.
But where is the difference?
Alpha readers come in first. They can read your draft at any point, you can even just run your first ideas by them. The alpha reader should focus on the general story, the bigger picture. They tell you where plot holes are and if an idea or scene in underdeveloped. They will tell you if one of your ideas just don't translate on the page just yet. You should take their feedback and apply it.
After working on the draft with the feedback you got, it's time for the beta reader. This one comes in towards the end, when the overall draft is finished. A beta reader should represent your target audience and should tell you what they liked and didn't like as a reader, not a fellow writer. They can tell you about what they felt while reading your story and if they cared about the characters. Beta readers will examine the whole story like the alpha readers, but they will do it more in-depth, which is why it's important to have them come in at the end, when you've gone through multiple rounds of revisions of the overall story.
#what is... wednesday#writing help#writing tips#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing community#writing advice#beta reader#alpha reader
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Pairing: Omega Dick Grayson x Alpha Male Reader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1506
POV: Second
Summary: The Big Tober Day 1 - Last day of an omega’s heat and their alpha is TIRED
Note: Woo it is octoberrrr
Tags: established relationship, creampie/breeding, knotting, overstimulation, off-screen consented somnophilia, blacking out, riding and aftercare bath
Your name was sung from the bedroom, the sweet tone not giving you the warmth it usually did. “Wait a moment!” You called back as you added some cold milk to your steaming coffee. You gave it a good swirl and took a sip. Once you had determined it would not burn your throat to a crisp, you chugged the pint as fast as you could.
“Alpha,” your husband whined as he came over to stand in the doorway to the kitchen. You sighed. You loved him so much, but his heats were long. Dick was fine at the moment, just still unbelievably horny and cranking up the AC to fight the furnace his hormones turned his body into.
“I’m coming,” you sighed as you put the beer glass into the sink. You had barely turned around when your omega cornered you against the sink. His nose was in your neck, taking deep sniffs, burying itself into your scent glands. “I can’t believe you’re out here walking around after we just fucked for hours,” you whined as you draped your arms over Dick and rested your body against him.
Dick had started peppering your neck in kisses. His pheromones were keeping you from just tapping out and calling a service. This wasn’t the first time you spent Dick’s heat together, but each time you forgot how Dick’s stamina was far greater than your own. “I just can’t get enough of you,” Dick purred as he started leading you out of the kitchen. You followed him back to the bedroom. The whole room smelled of sweat and sex, empty 2 litre water bottles scattering the floor, along with dirty towels, clothes and wet wipes that have long since dried out. “Just lie back, alpha, I got it from here,” Dick mused as he pushed you onto the dirty sheets. You couldn’t care less, you were still dirty from your last romp anyway.
You hadn’t bothered putting on clothes while you had gone for your coffee break. It gave your partner free access to your limp cock resting against your thigh. Dick didn’t waste time putting it in his mouth. You expected him to make quick work of getting you hard again, but he just lied there, face buried in your pelvis as he suckled on your soft cock. You let out a sigh, thankful for the gentle and slow start. You reached down, running your fingers through Dick’s hair while he brought you gentle pleasure.
Your body relaxed. Warmth all around you. The mattress dipped nicely. You pulled a pillow down to rest your head on and… yeah you dozed off. You didn’t know for how long, but when consciousness found you again, the first sight that greeted you was Dick deepthroating you, his spit encasing your cock and dripping down your balls. He looked at you, teary eyed, and smiled with his mouth full of cock when your eyes looked back at him. The omega pulled off and wiped his glistening lips. “Looks like my alpha is ready to go,” he joked as he shifted. You registered about three words of that, but the meaning of whatever he said was of no importance as you felt his wet hole slide down on you. He was hot inside, the heat almost scorching you.
A long whine left your lips as you let your head fall onto the pillow below your head. Filthy words of praise left Dick’s mouth as he panted on your cock, riding it like he had been waiting on it for ages. You were exhausted beyond imagination, but somehow you were hard as a rock and even bucking up into your omega. Dick used you like a dildo, not thinking about your pleasure at all as he grinded his hole down on you, while stimulating himself with a hand between his spread open legs. “Slow down, please, I am not going to last long like this,” you panted, lifting your head to behold the epitome of lewdness.
Dick had his eyes closed, mouth open to let out the moans that bubbled up from where he found himself in heaven. “Yes, please, knot me again,” he begged, body moving rapidly like he had an undepletable source of energy. He did the exact opposite of what you asked, desperately seeking that which scratched the itch of his instinctual needs. “Please, alpha, please,” he almost screamed, lost in the pleasure of being filled and the hunger for more. He needn’t beg. You were at his mercy, at the mercy of his heat.
You tried to think of unsexy things, determined to hold on a little longer, but your mind drifted to Dick sucking your cock while you had a little nap. You were bound to fall asleep on him again some time soon and you hoped he would continue to use your body like he had before. It was a train of thought you should not have entertained; the tension in your abdomen snapped and you pulled Dick down onto your quickly-swelling knot. Relief washed over you as you groaned and pumped another load into your mate. Dick howled, lost in the pleasure as he kept riding you. What started as a nice milking, quickly turned into torture. The man on top of you did not stop. He kept riding your knot, his hole so stretched that it almost slipped out with every lift of his hips. “More, more, more,” he begged, hands landing on your chest. His face hung over yours, his tongue slipping out as his eyes crossed. You tried to hold him still, but his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.
You struggled in his grip, but there was no energy left in you and Dick was not exactly your typical frail omega. You begged him to stop, to not stop, to… Anything. Your words met his ears, but never reached his mind, brain too fogged up on pleasure to register a single word coming from you. Miracles still existed when you found yourself orgasm again. Your body went slack, giving up and just taking it. Dick has been fucked so much the past few days, he could lift himself off your knot and then force it back inside. You barely registered the mess he was making on your torso. Pleas wanted to make themselves known, but you could only scream while you swimmed in the ocean of pleasure and pain.
Did you cum again? You had no idea. At some point, things went black. You never saw the way Dick did not even realise you had blacked out from the overstimulation. You never saw him cum on your cock over and over until it wasn’t hard enough to ride anymore. You never saw him rub himself all over your thigh, getting off on your skin again, humping you like a dog. You never saw him watch your sleeping body while he fisted himself to give himself the feeling of being knotted. The only thing that reached you were his repeated cries of your name that influenced your dreams.
When the morning light reached through the crack in the curtains to touch your face, you woke with a pounding headache and a mouth as dry as a lesbian at a sausage party. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, vision a little blurry for a moment. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking around the room. There was a bit of water left, but the bottle was at the other side of the room. Your eyes scanned the room, anxiety growing within you when you did not see your partner anywhere. “Dick?” You called out, voice rough.
“Bath!” A reply came from the distance. You let out a sigh of relief, climbing off the bed to get to the water bottle. You chugged the last bit as you almost limped to the bathroom. The small room was filled with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. You could see the steam come off the hot water in the tub, but your lover seemed unbothered by the heat. When he saw you, he reached down to pull the plug. You waited as Dick let the bath empty a little, before turning on the cold tap. When he deemed the bath at a suitable temperature for you, you joined him, the water splashing over the side, but neither of you mentioned it.
“It’s still hot!” You complained as you settled with your back against Dick’s chest. Your omega chuckled and wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you against him, while you let the hot water relax your exhausted body.
“This is as cold as I am willing to go and you know it.” You hummed in reply, closing your eyes, ears now finally able to notice the soft jazz that echoed off the bathroom tiles. “Don’t sleep. I will make you breakfast once I can stand straight again.” You didn’t hear him say it, already snoozing in that overheated bathtub.
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Trying to hit on Tartaglia, but he just looks down at you in disgust and then you have to show him how good you will be pleasing him; destroying his cunt furiously behind some store in Liyue, hoping someone will catch him being roughly fucked by a man who he doesn't even know, trying to ruin his reputation. ♡
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Heian Omega Muzan with an Alpha husband who spoils him rotten and they have slow, sensual sex since Muzan couldn't sleep. Muzan is begging for a baby in him, which his husband will gladly give him, tears in his eyes as he keeps begging to be bred as his eyes roll into his skull, he's so ethereal, and who are we to deny having our beautiful omega have our babies? He'd look so pretty <3
God yes, he would be so adorable honestly. He’s been so stressed and worried about asking you this because even though you’ve shown him nothing but love there’s still that doubt in his mind that you’ll reject him, not wanting to possibly pass on his sickness to your children. Of course you would never reject him, who would? He’s just too cute lmao
Contains: sub!muzan, dom!reader, omega!muzan, alpha!reader, gentle!reader, human!muzan, mpreg, afab muzan, gn!reader, reader has a dick because of their second gender and not because they’re AMAB, gentle sex, marking, scenting, cunnilingus, husband title is the same thing as when a male is called wife or mother because they birth children
Synopsis: Muzan being unable to sleep from worrying too much about what his mate would say if he asked for children leading to the reader gently fucking him while whispering praise and reassurance in his ear.
Muzan shifted back and forth in bed, feeling antsy and anxious about having children with you. It was something he so desperately craved but there was the overwhelming possibility of rejection. Because of his sickness his heats were irregular, causing him to have hormonal spikes and heavy mold changes at the turn of a dime. He was grateful that you stuck around though, always there to kiss the back of his hand and make him blush brightly.
But now that the two of you were lying in bed for the nth time the familiar urge that was engrained in his biology returned. He nervously pulled at your hand, wanting you to wake up. When you did he subsequently blushed hard and turned away, hiding his face in his long black hair. Your arm wrapped around his waist from behind and your hand laid on his chest, gently stroking it while waking up.
“Muzan? What’s wrong, honey?” You ask him in a somewhat groggy voice while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The sound of your sleepy voice sent Muzan spiraling further into the pit of primal need and he couldn’t stop himself from turning to face you. He wrapped his legs around one of your own and started grinding on your thigh. Sweet whimpers and moans escaped his lips before he even spoke.
“I can’t sleep.. Y/n, I want to a-ask you something.” He curses himself for his stutter, knowing that it would serve to concern you. You placed a hand on the small of his back while taking notice of the way he was grinding on your thigh. The sweet smell of his arousal reached your nose quite quickly which spurred you to claim your mate again. However you held strong, wanting to know what he had to say.
“Could you, I mean.. Y/n can I have your children? Please?” He blurted out while his cheeks reddened. His normal spunk and attitude was gone, leaving behind a needy mess of an omega. Your eyes widened a fraction as the two of you had never brought up having children in the past. You had always assumed that Muzan didn’t want any and you were perfectly fine with that. But now that he had put his greatest desire out in the open there was no way you would reject him.
You pulled him closer and encouraged his grinding with delivering guidance to his hips. Your face was gentle like usual when you dealt with him and you gave his cheek a soft kiss. He shivered at the closer contact between the two of you and looked at you with hopeful eyes.
“Of course, I would be proud to have children with you, my dear.” You respond with a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He blinks slowly and his hips come to a halt when you answer him in that way. He gives you a big smile and hugs you tightly, his frail arms wrapping around your torso as he buries his face in your neck.
“Thank you.. I love you.” He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled due to the fact he had his mouth pressed against the warm skin of your neck. You smiled and responded with, “I love you too, Muzan.” You moved him so his back was pressed against your front. Your hands found their way to his slim waist and held it, rubbing your thumbs along all that you could reach. When you felt him getting impatient you took that as your sign to remove his white yukata from his warm body. He shivers when the cool air hits his exposed skin but is quickly distracted when you begin laying sweet kisses on the side and back of his neck.
Your hand moves down between his thighs and finds his already slick cunt waiting for your touch. You slowly trace the outer folds of it which causes Muzan to whimper with need. He paws at your hand in a way the silently begs you to get on with it. You don’t indulge your mate’s request quite yet, wanting to take things slowly with him. You spread it open and thumb his clit, causing him to moan and buck into your hand. You slowly trace circles on the sensitive bud while your other hand makes its way to his chest. You squeeze his chest that’s fattened with omega fat and draw a soft moan out of him.
You pull back the hood of his cunt further so you have easier access to his clit. You don’t stop stimulating it until he’s whining desperately and pleading for something more, anything more. So that’s when you pick him up and get him to straddle your face. His legs are quivering from the earlier sensations and he knows that this is going to be so much stronger. He lowers himself onto your face and gasps when your tongue instantly dives straight into his entrance.
He’s quivering and shaking, hands gripping the sheets as you abuse his pussy with so much love. He whines again and again and you know he can’t keep himself upright. So you flip him with a quick motion so he’s laying on his back, legs spread wide for you. You don’t waste another moment and dive right back in, pressing your tongue deeper into his wet cunt. You bump his clit with your nose, eliciting a whine from your mate. You rub circles on his hips as an apology and continue your sensual attack.
“‘M close! Oh ffffuckk… pleasepleasepleaseplease..” He moans and squirms, trying to pull his sensitive pussy away from your prodding tongue but at the same time trying to get more. You don’t stop and lick every bit of fluid that he releases during his orgasm. His back arches and he moans louder than he had all night. You suck on his clit while waiting for him to come down from his high.
You push two of your fingers into his greedy cunt and spread him wide open. He’s trembling yet again as your fingers go past his g-spot and find his a-spot. He’s practically sobbing from pure pleasure now and he squeals when you resume your attack. Your actions result in wet squelching sounds reverberating around the room the two of you are in. He’s panting while hot tears run down his flushed cheeks, hands digging into the sheets with reckless abandon.
It’s not to say you weren’t gentle, no, you were actually extremely gentle with Muzan. He was just so sensitive to everything and as much as he hated being any type of weak, he was weak to you and your touch. He can feel another orgasm building as the warmth in his belly grows.
“Hnghh!~ please I can’t! I can’t take it-“ He’s whining and begging you as your skilled tongue and slender digits drive him to get another orgasm. He drenched your mouth with his release yet again, which you graciously lick from your lips. He’s quivering as he lays down, looking up at you with teary and glassy eyes. Despite how overwhelmed he was only a mere moment ago he’s now waiting in anticipation for you to fill him. His hand goes down to his pussy and spreads it open for you, blushing when you coo at him and kiss his forehead while taking off your own yukata.
He spreads his legs wider at the sight of your hardened cock, whining for you to claim him again. You lean down and kiss him on the lips as you guide your tip against his wet cunt. He moans into your lips, hands grabbing onto your back as you push into his wet heat. His pretty ruby eyes roll back in his head as he accepts you into his body without resistance. When your lips part he’s already blabbering on about how he’s so thankful that you’re going to put a baby in him and how much he wants to feel your love grow inside him.
His words go straight to your dick and encourage you to start moving your hips. You move slowly and delicately, relishing the warmth around you. He clenched around you when your tip brushed against his g-spot then kissed his cervix.
“Good omega, you’re doing so good for me.” You praise him, watching as his back arches into you. His legs are trembling and locked around your waist, not letting you leave. His hands claw at your back as you continue to gently dominate him. With the way that he’s squeezing your cock you know it won’t be long before you cum.
Muzan sobs as you thrust your hips forward into him, savoring the way you were so sweet and gentle with him. His pussy flutters around you, signaling that he’s nearing his third orgasm of the night. He mewls when your dick twitches inside of him, his hands clawing at your back even more now.
“I-inside! Cum in pleasepleasepleaseplease!!” He sobs out, his voice high pitched and wobbly as you make love to him so adoringly. You lean down, trailing your lips along his neck and leaving little red marks that would serve as a reminder to him the next morning. You groan, letting out your own moan as you come, filling your mate’s cunt with your seed. Subsequently Muzan comes at the same time, squirting out his own release and slicking your cock up further. You slowly pull out, watching as your cum drips from his abused cunt.
Well that just won’t do. You take two of your fingers and gather up the leaked seed before stuffing it inside of Muzan’s already full hole. He cries out at the intrusion but calms down just as quickly when you lay next to him. He snuggles up to you, arms wrapped around your body.
“T-thank you.. love you..” He mumbled in a sleepy voice. You smile down at him, brushing your fingers through his hair while kissing his forehead.
“You’re very welcome, my dear. I love you too.”
#demon slayer#sub kny#dom reader#kny#kny smut#sub character#kny x you#sub muzan#n/sfw#sub!muzan#omegaverse#a/b/o#omega muzan#alpha reader#gentle domination#soft dom
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Summary: A virgin Nat x G!P Reader fic.
A/N: Did I go a bit overboard with the lovey-dovey stuff, yes. Is it because I am feeling extremely lonely, also yes.
So, I will be taking girlfriend applications from- I am kidding. There is no time limit. ;)
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She moaned and arched her back as you pumped your fingers in and out of her. You were going in deeper than all the times before this and she seemed to enjoy it.
After a few minutes, she held your wrist as your knuckles hit her and started moving on her own. You gently rubbed her clit in soothing circles knowing she was close and that pushed her over the edge.
She stilled in your arms as an intense orgasm washed over her and you held her close, mumbling soft nothings in her ear. She was in a daze and you looked at her lovingly, pulling her chin forward to kiss her.
“That's my girl.”
You said between kisses and she shivered at the claim. She moaned and whined a little when you pulled your fingers out of her. But you kept your hand pressed up against her opening for a bit, hoping to calm her.
“That was…”
She started and looked at you.
“Intense?”
“Very much so.”
You chuckled and pulled her close. She snuggled closer to you and looked up again. Her eyes filled with a decision.
“I think I am ready.”
You looked at her curiously.
“Ready?”
She ran her hand down your stomach and gently took a hold of your very, very hard dick.
“For this.”
She leaned forward and whispered in your ear.
“I want you to breed me, Alpha.”
That declaration sent a shiver down your spine and you possessively held her by her waist.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded with certainty in her eyes and you kissed her hard. But, you stopped her as she started grinding herself on you.
“I don't want our first time to be in the back of a car. So, would you like to go on a date with me, Ms. Romanoff?”
You asked, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. She moaned softly before answering,
“I would love that.”
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You met on the university grounds. Sitting by herself, focusing on the book in her hand. She was unlike any person you had ever laid eyes on.
You were the heir to one of the biggest tech companies in the world. So, omegas tend to throw themselves at you and suffice it to say, you took complete advantage of that.
But, she was different. When you sat by her side, wanting to discuss the book in her hand, she asked for time to complete it and then discuss it with you in detail. You nodded and asked her if she knew when she would be done.
“Maybe in two days.”
She replied and you nodded.
“How about I take you out for a coffee on Friday? So, we can discuss the book.”
“Are you sure that is the only reason you want me to go have a coffee with you?”
“No. I also wish for it to be a bit more than just a discussion. It is an official invite for a date.”
You said confidently and she seemed to contemplate her answer.
“Okay. Coffee on Friday.”
You smiled and kissed her cheek before leaving.
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That day, you didn't know if it would work. But today as your fingers entwined over the gear shift of your car, you knew that Natasha Romanoff was your future. You smiled and tightened the hold on her hand.
She in return rubbed her thumb over yours. You pulled her hand towards you and kissed it right where your fingers met. You finally stopped your car in front of her house and hopped out to open her door.
“I will pick you up at 7.”
You said and softly kissed her.
“I will be waiting.”
You finally released her waist and she waved before disappearing into her home.
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You gave yourself another glance in the mirror. To say you were nervous about today would be an understatement.
You have had sex with several women till now. More often than not your nights were spent with women in your bed. But, it was your first time having sex with someone you were in love with.
You reached Natasha's place and rang her doorbell. She opened the door and you were sure your jaw was just a few inches from the ground. She was wearing a beautiful maroon dress which left just enough for imagination and if it wasn't for your resolve to give her the best date she had in her life, you would've devoured her right then and there.
But, you offered her the flowers you bought for her instead. She smiled, looking at the red roses, and asked you to step in for a moment, to place the flowers in a vase.
She filled up a vase nearby with water and placed the roses in it. Once she was done, you offered your arm and she held your bicep as you stepped out.
You opened the car door for her and clipped her seatbelt.
The first few times you did it she felt it was a bit weird that you insisted on the seat belt thing. But, then you explained that you wanted to keep the most precious thing in your life safe, and that made her melt a little.
After that, every argument you had, every little spat, was resolved once you clicked that seat belt for her.
“All safe and sound.”
You said and kissed her before hopping over to your end. You started the car and took her hand in yours kissing it.
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You reached the restaurant and the host waiting for you outside placed a basket basked in your back seat. Natasha looked at you with surprise in her eyes.
“We are not going in there?”
“No, no. I just thought it would be a disaster if I cooked.”
She chuckled, maybe remembering the time when you burned the pot of boiling water.
“It would be. Yes.”
You chuckled with her at that and started driving.
“Where are we going then?”
“It's a surprise.”
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After driving for about an hour, you finally reached the place and opened the door for Natasha again, unclipping her seatbelt and offering her your hand.
She looked around and it was a bit dark to be able to see anything. She held onto your hand a bit tighter. You pulled her closer and placed an assuring hand on her waist, knowing she was a bit afraid of the dark.
You led her a bit further into the woods and she gasped at the sight in front of her. The place was illuminated with tons of small lights and there was a blanket in the middle. You were giving her a picnic under the stars.
She looked at you with a few tears in her eyes before hugging you hard and muttering “Thank you” over and over again.
You held her close till she was ready to part again. You placed the picnic basket on the blanket and pulled her in your lap.
“Let's eat, shall we?”
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After you were done with your meal, you had Natasha wrapped in your coat and the both of you in a blanket. She was snuggled closer to you, and you were talking about everything and nothing.
Her head was placed on your shoulder and you had held her waist possessively and you realized there was no other moment in your life where you were as happy.
“Will you marry me?”
That made Natasha go still in your arms and she looked up. Maybe she was trying to find dishonesty in your request. But, you looked at her just as intensely.
“Ask me again.”
She said and you sat both of you up. You held her cheeks in your hands and looked into her eyes.
“Will you, Natasha Romanoff, marry me?”
“I will, yes. Of course. Yes.”
She rushed it out and you kissed her with all your might.
“You have just made me the happiest person on this planet.”
You kissed her again and before you both realized it, you were a tangle of limbs on the cold ground with only a blanket under you.
“Not here.”
You said pulling away, panting.
“If you think I can wait for an hour for you to drive in the city…”
“No, no. Of course not, my Princess. Come on.”
You stood up and offered her a hand. She took it and stood with you.
“There is only one thing I wish to do right now.”
You said and you motioned toward her neck. She instantly knew what you meant.
“You want to claim me?”
“I cannot think of any better place to do it.”
She looked into your eyes and smiled.
“You may.”
You smiled and your hand directly went up her dress and between her legs while the other pulled her closer. You growled when you realized she wasn't wearing any panties and you pumped your fingers into her.
You softly bit down on her neck and she hissed as the pressure increased. You kept fucking her with your fingers as you finally staked your claim and she came hard with a mix of pain and pleasure. If it wasn't for your assuring hand on her waist, she would not be able to stand anymore.
After she came down from her high, you looked into her eyes.
“You are officially mine now.”
You said matter of factly and she nodded.
“All yours.”
You kissed her once again but pulled apart.
“Let's go.”
“Where?”
But you just decided to pull her towards the Stark cabin on the property. It was a small walk from the lake and you reached there within a few minutes.
You unlocked the door using your thumbprint.
“Come on in, my Princess.”
You said, picking her up in a bridal carry and carrying her inside.
You carried her to the nearest bedroom and placed her on the bed. You kissed her softly and looked at her. Her eyes seemed a bit unsure now.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes. It's my first time. What if it hurts? What if I am not good? What if-”
You cut her ramble off with another kiss and pulled away.
“We can stop if you wish to. Anytime. I am right here with you. Okay?”
She nodded and you placed another kiss on her lips before finding a vulnerable place on her dress and tearing it down to her navel. You softly push it out of the way and take her nipple in your mouth while stimulating the other with your thumb and index finger.
She gasps as you bite her nipple.
“So fucking beautiful.”
You whisper to yourself more than her, but she hears it and a blush spreads across her neck.
She gasps again when you finally tear down her dress entirely and start placing kisses and bites all over her stomach before finally licking her sticky wet center.
“Fuck!”
She exclaims and you look up.
“That is the plan.”
You dive in again, licking the pussy. She writhes under you and tries to both pull you closer and push you away as she is extremely sensitive because of the recent claim stake.
“Cum.”
You command and keep eating her. She lets go and you suck on her clit and her entire pussy to collect all her pleasure.
She is convulsing for a bit before she calms down and you keep licking her to keep her nice and wet for the bigger intrusion waiting for her.
You stand up and remove your shirt and then your pants. She looks at you hungrily as you strip and she grabs your hard dick over your underwear.
She moans at its size and you pull it out.
“Suck.”
You command and she crawls over taking your tip in her mouth. She sucks and licks your head, but you have had enough and you take a hold of her hair and push more than half of your length in her mouth.
You hold her there till her mascara runs down her face. You pull it out to let her take a breath before pushing it in again and fucking her throat.
After a few turns, she is bobbing her head on the dick herself. You make her gag on your dick a few times before pushing her onto her back and biting down hard on your fresh claim.
She wails with pleasure and pain and you softly push your tip inside her. But, she does not say her safe word and you keep going.
She gasps and writhes under you. But you hold her in place and push a few more inches into her. She holds on close to you and you stop for a moment.
“Are you okay, Princess?”
You ask and she nods in your neck.
“Good girl, good girl. Just a bit more to go.”
She nods again and you finally push your entire length inside her.
That makes her wail loud in the sudden intrusion and pain and you lick her neck, your claim and kiss her to soothe her pain. You keep kissing her till she calms down a bit.
After a few minutes, you feel her starting to move under you, trying to get some friction and you start moving softly in and out of her. She moans and you finally start fucking her.
You start slow and steady but increase your speed when she starts asking for more. You start pumping in and out of her hard and fast and she holds onto your back with her sharp nails. You pick her up by her ass and push her against a wall.
“This is going to get hard and harsh now. Understood?”
She nods and you start fucking her harder. She bounces on your dick and you push a finger in her asshole.
She gasps at the sudden intrusion and cums hard on your dick.
“You like that, huh?”
You ask as you keep fucking her. Her face is adorned with blush and she hides her face in your neck.
“Look at me.”
You command and she pulls away to look into your eyes.
“Did you like it when I stimulated your asshole?”
She nods.
“Verbal confirmation.”
“Yes. I loved it.”
“Good girl.”
She cums a few more times after that and you keep on fuckingbher through all her orgasms before shooting your load in her.
“I am going to knot.”
You declare and she opens up her legs a bit wider to accommodate you.
“Give it to me, please.”
You nod and take her to bed. You move both of you in a comfortable position, her on top of you before expanding her entire pussy with your knot and connecting both of you. She shrieks as she is opened up so much and you suck her boobs to relieve her pain a bit.
You pull away and kiss your exhausted fiance.
“You did so good, My Princess.”
She whines and tries to move before pain shoots down your knot.
“Don't. We have to wait till the knot goes down.”
She whines and hides her face in your neck.
“I love you.”
She grumbles resembling something of a response of a similar kind and you smile before both of you are pulled into a slumber.
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The next morning, you wake up with morning wood. Your wood is enveloped by warmth and you start pumping in and out before soft moans completely wake you up.
She is moaning in her sleep and you increase your speed and pressure to fuck her and she wakes up when you hit one of her sore spots from last night.
“So, now that you can fuck me, you will just use me as a fuck hole, huh?”
Your dick gets more strained at that.
“Oh, you like that, don't you?”
You pump in her hard and hold onto her throat.
“Of course I do, my fuck hole.”
You kiss her. You fuck her till she cums and you empty your load in her again before pulling out of her and she whines at the emptiness.
“Don't wear anything. We are here for two more days and I am hoping to take complete advantage.”
You smirk and spank her pussy as she whines and leaps to you before you run away.
“Go and get ready. I am making breakfast.”
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Yandere omega x reader. Pt 2
TW: baby-trapping, non-con
Pt. 1
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Yandere omega who freaks out at the news of your recent engagement. This wasn’t supposed to happen! The stress keeps him from sleeping at night and makes him unfocused at work, so much that the boss has no other choice but to send him home to rest. They can’t have their most valuable asset either away, can they?
Yandere omega that believes that if he could rekindle your passion for him, maybe you’d break off the betrothal and come back to him. So he decides to rush to your home and ring the doorbell until you finally open.
Yandere omega who begs to let him in. It won’t be more than five minutes, he promises. He just needs to get some of his clothes that he forgot last time. Albeit reluctantly, you accept his excuse and allow him to wander inside, as you had done so many times before. But those were under different circumstances.
Previous to your arranged marriage, you were free to some degree. With a large amount of wealth and charm, you were able to get anyone you wanted. There were hardly someone who would pass the opportunity to spend some good time with you.
To maintain this life, the only thing you had to do was work and that you did. You had to say you did a great job in your family’s company, creating hit business deals and increasing the finances.
But it appeared your family would not be satisfied solely with that. That was why you have to marry some guy; to secure an heir to the corporation, as your parents would put it. Your mother was also rather intrigued by the idea of grandchildren as well.
Yandere omega sneaks into the bathroom to prepare by switching his casual outfit to a more eye-catching one. He even styled his hair slightly, hoping you’d pull on it like before.
Yandere omega who thought he could win back your affection, however, it appeared fate had other plans. The second you see him walking out the restroom wearing what he knew you’d have like him in had it been the past, you growled.
“Fuck, I should’ve known you’d pull shit like this.” You had to admit he did look very appetising. Though you were engaged now, which meant you couldn’t immerse in such activities anymore.
“Why the long face? You didn’t object before?” The beautiful omega whispered seductively.
“Yeah but- ugh- look, just go.” Pointing at the entrance, you ushered him to leave.
“I’d rather stay here though, with you.” He ignored your warning and continued advancing forwards into your arms, then he laid his head against your chest and dragged his nimble fingers across it.
“Milo, I said!-aah!” Quickly you slapped a hand over your mouth and nose, for something sickenly sweet and familiar filled your senses. “N-no stop…”
Milo smiled, showing delight at your troubled expression. “Ah, I knew you couldn’t resist me. No need to hold back.”
You wanted to push him back and create as much distance between you as possible, but it was getting hard when the young man in front of you looked so enticing. No, you must not give in.
“I- ahh~“you were forced to stop in your tracks because his hands had started wandering lower and lower, teasing you. “Shit…”
Yandere omega who had decided to use his trump card. No one could refuse his pheromones and that includes you. Milo hadn’t used that trick to intentionally seduce anyone before, so he wasn’t actually sure if it would work. Turns out luck was in his favour, even he was a bit surprised at how fast you yielded.
Yandere omega who is sooo happy he can be together with you again, and he is not meaning only for one last time until you finalise your vows or anything. Why is he so confident? Well, let’s just say he has a plan B to make you unable to leave.
Yandere omega that wonders how you would feel about having that son you always dreamed of.
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Questions to ask your alpha/beta readers
I thought I would put together a master list of all the questions to ask your alpha and beta reader to help you improve your story.
You can choose to ask questions every chapter, every few chapters or after the whole book. This list of questions will be more generic and all encompassing for you to tailor to your needs.
Reminder: Beta readers typically receive a completed and polished version of your story. They give feedback on any last improvements based on the reader’s perspective. Alpha readers read your story or manuscript before it’s completed, usually a rough draft. Alpha readers are best if they also have some writing experience to give reader and writer feedback.
Choose some of the following questions to ask your readers:
Start:
When did you first feel the story was truly starting?
Do you like how the story started? If not, why?
Do you find characters were introduced slow enough to learn them all?
Did you find settings, different languages, and cultural differences were introduced slowly enough to not be confusing or overwhelming?
Were there any moments you found yourself going back over old exposition just to understand what was happening?
When, if at all, did you find yourself being pulled into the book?
Did the first sentence grab your attention?
Did the first few pages draw you into the story?
Did you find the opening paragraph/page interesting enough to continue reading?
Characters:
What do you like about the MC? What don’t you like? Can you name at least one relatable trait between yourself and the MC?
How did you feel about the character(s)’s growth from the start to finish of the story? Did you find there was enough? Was it believable?
Are the MC’s motivations and goals clear and strong enough?
Did you feel the MC’s fears, hopes, excitement, passions, etc.?
Did you get confused between the characters?
Were the characters believable?
Are there any characters you wish were more interesting? Why and how?
Do you feel each supporting character had their own motivations and contributed to the plot?
Are there any characters that seem cliché, underdeveloped, or stereotypical? If so, why?
Were the character relationships believable?
Did the romantic relationships build naturally, or did it feel forced?
Are there any character names that were too difficult to read or sounded too similar to others?
Were there any parts where the characters seemed to be acting out of character?
Who was your favorite character?
Which character, if any, did you wish was more present?
Which character do you care for the least?
What are your thoughts/feelings on the MC’s character arc?
Do you feel like the antagonists and/or villain is just as fleshed out and relatable as the MC?
If you had to remove one character, who would it be, and why?
Which character would you like to meet, and why?
Did you hope or dread any character relationships?
Are there any characters you found annoying and frustrating?
What are your general thoughts and feelings about the MC or supporting characters?
Which character did you find least developed?
Plot:
Which moments in the book did you find the most suspenseful?
Were there any moments in the book you found boring, lagging, or uneventful and unnecessary?
Did you find the pacing to suit the story well? Are there any areas you found moved too fast or too slow?
Was there ever a time you felt like you weren’t excited or intrigued enough to want to continue?
Did you find any plot holes? Any discrepancies in timeline, characters, descriptions, or other details?
Were there any scenes you found did not further the plot at all?
Are there any scenes or events you found to be too long or too short?
Did you find all explanations and revelations came out naturally and at appropriate times?
What was your favourite scene in the book? Why?
What was your least favourite scene in the book? Why?
Are there any chapters you found lacked conflict?
Did the action scenes make sense as you read them? Did you understand how they came to that action scene (or did they feel random)?
Where there any moments or scenes that made you feel emotional? Happy, sad, cringy and disgusted, etc.
Do you find the plot moved logically and naturally between scenes and chapters?
Are there any moments you felt detached or pulled out of the story? When and why?
Are there any events or scenes you found confusing? Either what was happening or how the characters came to that point?
Where you surprised by the plot twist?
Settings:
Which setting in the book was the clearest for you to visualize? Which do you remember the best?
Did you find the setting interesting, with vivid and real description?
Were there any scenes you thought lacked description?
Were there any moments you thought there was too much exposition, or not enough?
Did you find there were moments you didn’t know where the characters were unless stated?
Do you find the culture and historical events are realistic and add depth to the story?
Is there any exposition you found unnecessary? Are there any moments you wish you had more exposition?
Did all technology and science, or magic, make sense or seem believable?
Was there ever too much or too little description?
Dialogue:
Did you find that each character had their own personal voice when speaking?
Are there times where you couldn’t figure out who was talking solely based on how they spoke?
Is there any dialogue that sounded unnatural?
Could you see what the characters were doing and where they were while talking?
Was there any dialogue that seemed to not fit well with the story?
Was there any dialogue that you thought had too much exposition or explanation?
Did you find the dialogue kept your interest?
Ending:
Did you find the ending to be satisfying and emotionally fulfilling?
Are there any questions you had left after the story ended? (Mostly for stand-alone)
What did you hate most about the ending?
Did you find the ending believable?
Did you feel the tension building to the climax?
Was the climax worth the read, or did it feel weak?
Do you feel the ending came on naturally, or did it feel forced or rushed?
Did the book feel too short or too long?
General:
Were there parts where you found yourself skimming?
Which parts of the story did you find it easy to put the book down?
At what moment did you decide you wanted to finish the book? (If not DNF)
What are some of your favourite lines/quotes from the book?
Do you have any predictions for what you think will come next? (Good for chapters or end of book)
Is there something you hope will happen?
Is there anything you hoped would happen and was sad when it didn’t?
Did you find the map and glossary helpful? Is there anything you think would be beneficial to add, such as terms or names?
Are there any moments or scenes you found ethically and socially problematic and unacceptable.
Were there any moments in the story that made you stop and think?
Were you able to identify the story themes? Did you find the themes well developed throughout the story?
Did you think about the story when you weren’t reading it? If so, what were your thoughts?
Were there times during the story where you felt description was told instead of shown?
Does this book make you feel the same as other books in the genre when reading?
Is there anything you really enjoy from this genre that you found lacking in this story?
Did you find the story kept your attention with enough action, conflict, intrigue, and tension?
Do you find the story or writing style like other books you have read?
Are there any moments you found confusing, irritating, annoying or frustrating?
Are there any moments in the story you thought, “this could/would never happen”?
Did you have any questions after reading the book?
What are your general thoughts and feelings about the story?
Is there anything you wish there was more or less of?
What do you think were the best/ strongest aspects of this book?
What do you think were the worst/ weakest aspects of this books?
How would you describe this book to a friend?
Would you recommend this story to someone?
How likely/ eager are you to read the next book in the series?
Chapter specific
On a scale from 1-5, how much did you enjoy this chapter?
On a scale from 1-5, how eager are you to read the next chapter?
What predictions do you have for the next chapter?
What do you hope will happen next?
Please keeping in mind: Don't let another writer tell you what to change or how they would write it. You are the writer, and any changes are your decision. This feedback is only to give you an idea on which areas to improve.
*Alpha and Beta readers should be readers in the same genre that you write. People who mostly read mystery will not be good a/b readers for a romance novelist, or any mismatch. If you write romance, find a/b readers who love to read romance. Otherwise, any advice they give may not be as valuable or useful as you hope.*
If you have other questions you think would be useful to ask your readers, message me or add them in the comments so our list is comprehensive.
Happy Writing!
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The Quest for a Second Life - Part 4 - Potions and Magic and Sex, Oh My! (3)
ITACHI X ALPHA!READER
Summary: This was it. The climax. Narratively and physically. You could safely say that there was potions and magic and sex, oh my. GN!Dom!Alpha!Reader x Multiple Naruto Characters
Word Count: 12.3k
Warnings: Explicit n-sfw content. All alphas have penises, fyi.
A/N: It's finally December! Happy holidays everyone! Anyway, enjoy the final part of Itachi's book! I really enjoyed writing for him and his witchy goodness. I don't know if this chapter is good because I'm so tired lol. Next chapter we'll meet the second mystery omega in the second book, no spoilers yet, but I think my dearest friend @omeganronpa will have quite a difficult choice ahead~ I do like to make my gifts slightly torturous of course ;) Enjoy <3
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Epilogue
You pulled back from Itachi and knelt at his feet, chomping at the bit to shower him in love and pleasure. You were grateful that your discarded shirt provided enough of a cushion to keep your knees from being bruised by the rock floor, although at this point, you weren’t sure there was any injury big enough to stop you.
Itachi’s feet were resting on the stone, with his calves and knees pressed together. You gently ran your hands over Itachi’s calves, up to his knees and then back down again, admiring his soft skin.
“Can you open your legs for me, pretty?” you cooed, not ceasing with your ministrations.
Itachi shivered, “I… You do it. Please.”
His desire for complete submission was certainly one of the sexiest parts of his newly discovered temperament, and one you were eager to encourage.
You placed on hand on each of his knees and then slowly drew his legs apart like you were unwrapping a gift. They parted easily, showing a great amount of flexibility in his hips, and soon he had his feet placed on the floor, one each side of the stone slab. Then, taking care to avoid any friction burns, you grabbed Itachi’s hips and dragged him closer to you, until his bare crotch was in front of your face, completely uncovered and unobscured.
The shadows created by the fire accentuated the angles of Itachi’s body, drawing your eyes in a multiple of directions at once. First to his hip bones, then to the valley of his surprisingly toned stomach, and finally, to the star of the show, his rock-hard, rosy cock that curved towards his stomach and twitched cutely as you stared at it. It was a good size, just a little smaller than average, and had a pleasant colour and presentation. All around, it was a pretty dick that suited him, and you couldn’t wait to get your mouth on it.
You glanced up and noticed that Itachi had propped himself up on his arms to watch you. When you caught his gaze, he broke eye contact bashfully. Cute.
The pliant skin of Itachi’s thighs was so soft that you had no difficulty redirecting your focus to them. Watching the skin move around your thumbs as you massaged him was hypnotising. His thighs were also surprisingly toned. Did having to walk everywhere cause this, or was this yet another nod towards his questionable childhood? It hardly seemed like Itachi had a passion for working out.
Regardless, you laid your cheek on his left thigh and gave it an affectionate nuzzle. You also left a little kiss for good measure, one that could have probably been described as chaste had it been on Itachi’s lips instead.
You had been given a blank canvas and you were going to paint it so thoroughly that the marks would stay even if this world reset.
You started at the lower part of his left thigh, kissing, teasing, and biting your way up. Every gasp and whimper that you drew from your witch inflated your confidence and spurred you on further. A hickey here, teeth marks there, kisses everywhere you could.
But then, just as you reached the crease where his thighs ended and his hips started, just as Itachi’s cock twitched in anticipation, you withdrew, starting again from the lower parts of his thigh, this time the right one.
Itachi hissed in frustration but didn’t voice a complaint.
You repeated your ministrations on the other thigh, but once again, as you reached the place Itachi wanted you the most, you withdrew.
Itachi made a little petulant noise this time.
“You’re teasing me,” he accused, the shadow of a pout on his face.
“Hmm, am I?” you teased back, scratching your fingernails over his hips and lower stomach. You laughed as he glared at you. You made to go for his cock but diverted at the last moment to press on one of the love bites.
“Stop teasing,” he said, his pout deepening.
“Oh, so demanding.” You blew some air onto his cock and watched it jump. “You don’t look like someone in a position to be making demands, ‘tachi.”
Much to your amusement, Itachi huffed, blowing some loose hair from his face.
“Itachi,” you cooed, nuzzling his thigh. “I know what’s going to get you feeling really good. Just lay back and let me give you what you need. Your job is to take it, not demand it.”
You had fallen easily and quickly into your role as a dom, the words spilling out before you could stop them. You were worried for a moment that you crossed some lines, but Itachi’s pupils expanded, and the fight bled out of him instantly. Oh… he liked it. He liked that you were in control of his pleasure, and he had just been playing a little at being the brat, not that he was particularly good at it.
You watched as Itachi pressed a shaky hand to his mouth, a healthy blush on his cheeks that was slowly creeping down his chest. Yes, you could tell he was a good boy, not a brat, and you expected no further petulance from him now that you had set your expectations for his behaviour.
Despite all your teasing though, you had no intention of making him wait. Primarily because the saliva pooling in your mouth was becoming unsustainable as every cell in your body screamed at you to take his pretty cock in your mouth and make him see stars.
Without warning, you enveloped his dick with your mouth until your lips were sealed around the base, taking him completely in one movement. Itachi let out an aborted scream, out of shock or pleasure you weren’t sure, but you hoped it was both.
“Ah, fuck, that’s—”
That was the first swear you had heard from him, which only served to remind you that you were the first person to ever use your mouth on him like this. You were the only one who got to see him like this, and that thought made you hot, even in the middle of the Winter.
You hollowed your cheeks and slowly and deliberately moved up and down. The weight of him on your tongue was satisfying and he tasted surprisingly pleasant. You swirled your tongue around the head. Itachi seized for a moment, and when you looked up at him, you saw that his jaw was hanging open.
You couldn’t smirk at him while you had his cock in your mouth, but you hoped your eyes could convey your thoughts well enough.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Itachi was muttering to himself, looking like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
You paid special attention to the largest vein that ran along the underside of his cock, using your tongue to massage and caress it. Itachi’s hips jolted, lifting towards your mouth. He let out a strangled noise, like he was trying to moan and gasp at the same time. As his hips jolted, his cock hit the back of your throat. You coughed, not expecting the sudden force, and pulled back.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. Are you okay?” Itachi looked mortified. He tried to sit up, presumably to check on you, but you finished clearing your throat and placed a hand on his stomach to keep him reclined.
“Don’t worry about it, darling,” you said, sending him a reassuring look. “It was my fault; clearly I should have been pinning your hips down.” To make your point, you grabbed his hips in your hands and held them firmly to the stone slab. “There. Now you can’t be naughty anymore.”
Itachi made an outraged noise, “I’m not—I’m not—I’m not naughty.”
“No, not anymore.” It was hard to keep your grin supressed but teasing him was simply too much fun.
“You—”
Itachi’s words cut off as you returned to the blowjob, the argument dying on his lips. He was leaking precum steadily now, but it wasn’t nearly as bitter as you had expected. Was the more pleasant taste a feature of his very healthy diet, or a feature of living in an erotica? Perhaps both. Would the same be true for you? A hypothesis for a later time.
After a few minutes, you pulled off the omega’s now glistening dick and took to lathering the sides with your tongue to give your mouth a bit of a break. You paid extra attention to the head; Itachi seemed the most sensitive there. You used your tongue to circle it in tight loops, occasionally dipping into his slit.
“Oh my god, don’t stop, please, please, please,” Itachi babbled. He sat up and laced his fingers in your hair, still rambling incoherently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t, I can’t, don’t stop!”
You weren’t normally a fan of your partner trying to guide your head when you were giving oral, but Itachi seemed to be less interested in guiding you, and more interested in using you as a way to stay upright, so you allowed it. You could already tell that, if you stayed in this world, Itachi would have you wrapped around his little finger. Good job he wasn’t a brat, because you didn’t have the heart to tame him.
As the blowjob continued, Itachi kept proving that he was incredibly sensitive. As you kissed up his cock, he whole body shivered, and when you were lucky enough to catch glimpses of his face, his eyes were clenched tight. Any semblance of vocal control had flown out the proverbial window, and Itachi’s cacophony of moans were echoing around the cave, filling your head from every direction. That, combined with the way his silhouette was pasted in shadows on the cave wall, made it feel like you were being entirely consumed by Itachi. You were surrounded by him and his pleasure, and it was the most invigorating feeling imaginable.
This hadn’t at all been what you imagined when you swore that today would be the day that you and Itachi would take things further, but there was something about it that made it perfect.
Itachi looked entirely wrecked at this point, making little ‘ah’ noises whenever you moved your tongue. You wondered briefly if Itachi’s sensitivity was his own trait or born from existing in an erotica. Would you also be more sensitive? You hoped so. Oh! Would you be able to stay hard for longer or recover faster? Now that would be handy.
You gave a particularly harsh suck and suddenly Itachi’s legs came up to wrap around your head, trapping you against his dick, much to your surprise. Itachi didn’t seem to notice, even as you coughed.
Without warning, Itachi plummeted into an orgasm, filling your mouth with his sweet cum. Considering his inexperience, you figured that even he hadn’t known what was happening fast enough to give you a warning.
“Hah, there’s— hngg, how, I can’t—” Itachi was coiled like a spring while he came, his stomach muscles clenching with every shot. Dutifully, you swallowed everything, trying your best to keep up.
After the final shot, Itachi suddenly went limp. He flopped backwards, returning to his original reclined position. His legs fell from their tightly gripped position on your head to lay limply on your shoulders. He was taking deep, shuddering breaths, but didn’t move or speak.
You used your new freedom to wipe your lips. Yep, this world was definitely making everything taste better, there’s no way a good diet would be enough to make it taste like that.
Carefully, you moved each of Itachi’s legs off your shoulders and placed them on the ground. Itachi made no attempt to stop you, physically or verbally.
Once you were free to stand, you went to his head end and perched on the edge of the stone slab. Itachi looked completely blissed out; his entire face was flushed, his eyes were still closed, and his breathing was still a little uneven. You doubted he’d ever had an orgasm like that, and the part of your brain controlled by your base instincts was ever so cocky about it.
“You okay?” you asked, ignoring the instincts and going with the softer impulse. You caressed his forehead lovingly, swiping away stray hairs. “That must have been a lot, huh?”
Itachi hummed in agreement, his eyes slowly fluttering open to look at you. He held your gaze for a few moments, his eyes still lidded, before they shot fully open in panic.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t warn you, and I manhandled you, and I’m so sorry, do you need some napkins, let me grab you some.” He sat up and tried to reach for the basket, but you caught his hands and held them to your chest.
“Hey, calm down, it’s okay. You didn’t hurt me, and I don’t need any napkins, I swallowed everything.”
There was a beat of silence before Itachi’s jaw dropped. You snorted at the scandalised look on his face. He was staring at your lips like he’d never be able to look at them the same way ever again. He looked a little faint, so you poked him on the nose to bring his attention back to the present.
“How was that?” you asked, changing the subject.
Itachi drew his legs up to his chest, “That was amazing,” he said breathlessly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you said sincerely. You certainly didn’t doubt that he was telling the truth after his performance. “You must be tired now though, maybe we should get home.” It was hurting your heart, (and your dick), to say that, but having just had his first real sexual experience, Itachi might not be in the mindset to reciprocate.
“A little, but—” He looked down and noticed your painfully tight trousers. “Oh! You haven’t finished yet.”
You sent him a wry grin, “Believe me, I’m aware. Sucking you off was incredibly hot and all, don’t get me wrong, but I need a bit more stimulation than that to get off.”
Itachi’s brows furrowed and it was incredibly obvious what he was thinking.
“Don’t worry about me, Itachi.” He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “We should head home before it gets dark.”
You really weren’t trying to play the martyr; that had been intense, and Itachi probably wanted a break, erotica or no. You didn’t want your first orgasm with him to be one of obligation, no matter how much your animal brain was arguing that that was better than nothing.
Itachi bit his lip, looking indecisive, but quickly his expression melted into one of determination.
“Itachi—”
“No. I want to try.” The look in his eyes was one you had seen before, mainly when he was trying to wrangle a new dinner recipe into submission, but also that one time he’d almost fought the waiter in town. It was the look of someone who wasn’t going to be easily swayed.
You hesitated, “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Now swap places with me. And take off your trousers.”
You did as he asked, throbbing in anticipation. The second your trousers had been discarded, Itachi stood up on his slightly shaky legs and pushed you down onto the stone bench. He then dragged your shirt into a better position for him and knelt down in between your legs.
Your legs were already spread, so Itachi placed his hands on your crotch, head tilted like his was trying to study the outline of your dick through your underwear. The whole situation reminded you of the time he’d spilt hot chocolate on you. At least this time he was aware of what he was doing.
“Itachi, you are so stunningly hot, has anyone ever told you that?”
Itachi smiled, “Only you.”
“That’s a crime, but I’m also glad I don’t have to fight off any competition. Imagine if we lived in a town; I’d be fighting suitors away from you with a stick.”
“Shut up.” Itachi’s voice was full of embarrassed amusement. “I’m trying to focus.”
“My bad.” You mimed zipping your lips, locking them, and then throwing away the key.
Itachi sighed, shaking his head, before focusing back on you. He studied you for a moment.
“I’m taking these off.” Impatiently, he tugged at the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your lips to aid him, and soon he had them off, and the fabric fell to your ankles.
Itachi had been studying you so closely that as its cloth prison was removed, your cock sprang out and thwacked Itachi directly on the cheek, an audible skin slapping noise reverberating around the cave.
“Oh!” Itachi jumped, his hands grabbing your erection automatically. Because he was so close, he had to go a little cross eyed to keep your dick in his sight.
You giggled, pushing him a little further back, just until he was sitting back on his knees. Itachi blinked up at you through his dark eye lashes, looking confused and a little upset that you’d pushed him away. He was so cute, completely out of his element and yet so sexy.
“Slow down,” you said, squishing his cheeks in your hands. Itachi shot you a glare, but the impact was lessened by his squishy cheeks. You laughed and let him go. “First, let me remove these.” You took your ankles out of your underwear and kicked it off to the side. “Now, relax. Why don’t you use your hands first, ‘tachi. Get a feel for it.”
Itachi’s look of determination returned as you gave him some instructions, and he immediately started to explore.
He ran his hands around the shaft first, wrapping you in a fist and stroking up and down. He moved slowly, occasionally looking up at you to see your reaction. He ran his fingers over the head, even tapping on your slit when a bead of precum appeared and then examining the liquid on the tip of his finger.
You were dangerously close to blowing your load all over his face and he had barely touched you. It was just so deeply erotic the way he was using you to satisfy his curiosity and learn what he was supposed to do. The innocence was enticing, but you were also going to have fun watching experience slowly overcome it. You wanted to corrupt him.
‘James, I’m developing new kinks.’
‘Congratulations, human alpha. Is it a human custom to mark such an event with a celebration?’
‘Oh, I’ll be celebrating in a moment, James, that I can promise you.’
Itachi was holding your erection in his palm, almost like he was testing the weight of it.
“It’s hot,” he said, trailing a finger down it. His eyes jumped up when he realised what he said. “I mean, warm, the temperature is high.”
You snorted, “I hope it’s also hot as in sexy. And I’m pretty sure your dick is the same temperature.”
“That’s different,” he mumbled, returning to his task with a pink glow to his face.
His bashfulness quickly disappeared once you stopped speaking. Itachi seemed to be enthralled by your dick. He was rhythmically squeezing at your knot with one hand and weighing your balls in the other. You were tempted to tell him to slow down because you were getting close, but your pride refused to admit that out loud, so you allowed him to continue.
Itachi’s hands stilled suddenly, and he bit his lip, staring down at a bead of precum that was running down the side. You were about to ask him what was wrong when he hesitantly leant in and caught the drop with a little kitten lick.
You didn’t know if it was because this was the first time you’d had his mouth on you, because you were more sensitive in erotica pocket dimensions, or because the lick had been devastatingly cute, but you swore your soul left your body.
‘James, I’m dying, this is it.’
‘You are already dead, human, please do not panic.’
Itachi hummed consideringly as he pulled away, licking at his lips a little. Whatever he found didn’t seem offensive, because he leant back in for another few gentle licks.
Take his mouth, show him your strength, cum on his face to mark him so other alphas know he’s yours. Your instincts were screaming. How could one omega drive you so wild? He was treating your dick like it was an ice lolly. You were about to cum as quickly as a teenager, so for your own ego, you decided that you were definitely more sensitive in porn dimensions.
Itachi suddenly slipped the head into his mouth and began to suck gently.
“Oh, Itachi!” you moaned, toes curling. Itachi looked up at you in shock, almost as though he had forgotten that you were attached to the dick he was worshiping. You affectionately brushed some hair from his face, drinking in the sight of Itachi’s lips stretched around your dick. “Why don’t you try to go a little further down, baby? You’re doing so well; you feel amazing.”
With a determined glint in his eyes, Itachi took a deep breath and then forced himself down until the head of your cock hit the back of his throat. Not expecting that, you almost came at the feeling of his throat spasming and massaging you as he inevitably choked.
“Woah, woah, slow down.” You pulled Itachi’s head back as he coughed. It had felt amazing, but he was clearly lacking enough experience for that to be comfortable, and you wanted this to feel good for both of you. “Deep breaths.”
As Itachi stopped coughing, you wiped some of the drool off his lips and gave him a tap on his bottom lip with your thumb.
“Easy,” you soothed. “You went too fast. You need to work up to deep throating if that’s something you’re interested in. Give yourself some time to get used to it.”
He pouted, “You’re too big.”
“Are you complaining? Because you seem unable to keep your hands and eyes, your mouth too now, off it for very long.”
“You’re also mean.”
You chuckled. Perhaps it was a little mean to tease him about his obvious fascination with your cock, but it wasn’t like you were criticising it. If anything, you loved this newfound part of Itachi. Call you an alpha knothead or whatever, but you were proud of your cock, and knowing that Itachi loved it so much was hot and ego-boosting.
“Why don’t I guide you a bit? I can help you find your limit. Here.” You gently gathered his hair into a mock ponytail and held it in your fist. With that, you should be able to move his head without hurting him. “Open your mouth and put your tongue out.”
Itachi obeyed instantly, even though his blush gave away his embarrassment. See? He was definitely a good boy at heart.
You took your cock in your free hand and rested it carefully on his tongue. Itachi blinked up at you but sat still and took it.
“Get used to the weight of it, the size, the taste, everything. Don’t put it in your mouth yet, just use your tongue.”
Itachi wiggled his tongue a little, creating a pleasant, if a bit ticklish, sensation.
“Good boy.” Itachi moaned a little saliva dribbling down his chin. You wiped it away with your thumb, marvelling at the way Itachi’s eyes started to droop as his focus returned to your dick. You had no trouble believing that he was specifically created for an erotica novel, even with the whole murder backstory thing.
‘James, if I die here, can you make sure that everyone knows that I went out getting a blowjob from the prettiest omega in existence?’
‘It is literally impossible for you to die in pocket dimensions, human. I am worried about how many times I’ve had to explain that to you. Did you lose some of your mental facilities during your untimely death?’
‘I don’t think so, but I’m definitely losing mental facilities on Itachi’s tongue.’ As you ‘spoke’, Itachi panted hot breath onto your cock and you shivered, tightening your grip on his hair instinctually, something which caused Itachi to make a little proud and pleased noise.
‘Human, while I understand those words separately, your completed sentence is nonsensical.’
You tuned James out; you had far more important things to attend to.
“’tachi, try putting it in your mouth properly now, just around the tip.” He did as you instructed, eyes glazed. “Very good, you’re doing so well.”
Itachi tried to speak, but the words were incomprehensible. You hissed at the combination of the delicious vibration and the sting of his teeth.
“Pull off if you’re going to speak, okay?” you instructed. He nodded, so you tried to pull him off so that he could say whatever he’d been trying to say, but he made a noise of discontent and pushed back against you so your dick would stay in his mouth.
Was it weird to say that his inexperience was only making this whole thing better? There was something inside you that was endlessly pleased by having this omega, who had never even touched an alpha’s dick before, worshipping yours like it was his reason for living. The idea that he was so dedicated that he couldn’t bare to take things slow was the cherry on top of an already perfectly horny scenario.
As you were lost in thought, Itachi idly suckled, more relaxed now that you had stopped trying to remove him.
“Okay, good boy, you can go a little further. Try and focus your tongue on the head and the biggest vein at the base.” His tongue wiggled around for a moment and when he found the vein, he looked up at you for praise. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep your voice steady. “That’s the one, very good. For many people, those are the most sensitive places.”
Not that you ever wanted his mouth on anyone else’s dick of course. The thought made you a bit nauseous in all honesty. You wanted to be his first and last. But if you didn’t pick him… someone else eventually would, for good this time. You felt angry just entertaining the possibility. Your upcoming choice was going to be painful if the second omega was as easy to love as Itachi. Part of you was tempted to just tell James that you’d already made your mind up, but you knew you’d forever wonder about the other book if you didn’t experience it.
Seeing that Itachi was comfortable, you guided him a couple more centimetres down, watching him closely, although the wet heat on your cock was admittedly making it hard to focus.
Too quickly, he tried to push down further, but you held his hair tight to keep him where he was.
“Take your time, Itachi, how many times do I have to say that? My dick isn’t going anywhere.”
He growled at you, but you only moaned in response as the vibrations ran straight to your lower stomach, knotting it in the best way. Itachi seemed shocked and intrigued by your reaction.
“Vibrations feel good, Itachi,” you explained, trying to mush out words when your brain was slowly turning to mush. “That’s why—” Itachi started to purr. He started to purr around your dick.
Damn, you really were going to die here. Shocked and pleasured, you let out a little cry and dropped the hold you had on Itachi’s hair. Making the most of his newfound freedom, Itachi pushed himself further down, until only an inch of your dick wasn’t in his mouth. He couldn’t seem to get any further, but he didn’t let that discourage him. He moved his head up and down with reckless abandon, purring and humming all the while.
Eventually, through your pleasured haze, you noticed that Itachi was firmly pressing the pressure point on his palm that the nosy old man in town had suggested. At least you now knew that strategy worked.
Itachi sucked and licked and kissed, moaning loudly, eyes heavily lidded, drool leaking out of the edges of his lips. The noise was obscene, bouncing off the walls of the cave and filling your head from every direction. The extra sensitivity was hurtling you rapidly towards your orgasm. You stomach felt like it was filled with molten lava. You needed to warn Itachi.
“Itachi.”
He didn’t respond. It was like his mind had emptied of all thoughts so that he could focus on your cock. It would have been much hotter if you didn’t need him to listen to you right now.
“Itachi? Come on.” You took the initiative to pull him off your cock. There was a wet pop noise as the seal he was creating with his mouth broke. Itach whined, tugging back towards your cock.
“Baby?” Itachi looked up at you, dazed. “I’m going to cum soon.”
Itachi blinked at you, swallowing a few times before he got the words out. “In my mouth?” he asked, staring up at you.
You hummed, stroking his face a little, “No, not yet. I’m going to use one of the napkins, but are you okay getting me to the edge with your tongue?”
Itachi nodded and went to return to your cock immediately. You stopped him with a hand.
“Let me grab a napkin first.” Itachi shook his head. “No? Why?”
“I want you to cum on my face,” he mumbled, nuzzling at your cock. “Please?”
Fuck. You swallowed heavily at his words and attempted, and subsequently failed, to keep your voice steady as you replied.
“If you want me to, darling.”
Itachi clearly did, because he immediately started to kiss and run his tongue all over you. While he worshipped you, you thought about how hot everything was, and how obsessed Itachi was with your cock. It took an embarrassingly short time to knock you over the edge.
“I’m cumming!”
Itachi stopped licking and sat back, closing his eyes. Quickly, you grabbed your dick and aimed it at his face. The first cum shot felt like you were firing a gun. All that tension, all that build up, the prettiest target in front of you, it wasn’t shocking that it was one of the best orgasms of your life.
The first shot hit Itachi in the cheek. He squeaked and jumped slightly, but his eyes remained closed and waiting. Perhaps you were just too horny for coherent thought, but you thought the sticky, white cum suited him.
Your stomach clenched and the second shot ripped through you, hitting Itachi just above the eye. Some clung to his long eyelashes, creating a striking contrast between the deep black and pearly white.
The third and largest shot hit Itachi in the forehead, some of it getting caught in his hair. You had expected that to be the end, and so the fourth one took you by surprise. You almost doubled over with the intensity of it.
It was then quickly followed by a fifth and sixth shot. Baffled and addled by your ongoing orgasm, it took you a few moments to realise that the porn logic must have been affecting the amount of cum you had, because this was not normal.
It continued until your stomach ached from the prolonged muscle usage, and Itachi’s face was covered in your cum. Despite your sudden exhaustion, your instincts were roaring in delight. You had claimed your omega. You had drenched him so thoroughly in your scent, in your seed, that no other alpha would dare make a claim on him. No one could threaten your bond, not when he was like this. You gazed proudly down at Itachi.
Slowly, the euphoric and instinctual haze receded, and you realised that you were leaving Itachi kneeling at your feet, covered in your cum, without even trying to help clean him up.
“Oh! Hang on! I’ll grab some napkins!” You scrambled for the basket and rifled through it until you had a couple of the napkins. Itachi didn’t move, he just knelt there at your feet. Was he okay?
You held the back of his neck to keep him steady, and delicately wiped him up, starting with his eyes, then his lips, and finishing up with the rest of his face. There wasn’t much you could do about his hair until you were home.
“Are you okay, Itachi?” His eyes flickered open, but he seemed to be having trouble focusing on your face. His scent was calm, and yet still geared towards keeping you attracted to him, and he didn’t speak, even when you prompted him to do so. You recognised the behaviour straight away; he was in subspace. You had been thinking about the way he sometimes got spacy after intense make outs, but you’d written it off because surely there was no way he was that easy to put into subspace. But here you were, looking at the evidence that proved you were wrong.
You gently stroked his neck, adjusting your intentions to be more of what he needed if he was in subspace. You were honoured that he felt safe enough with you, and you weren’t going to ruin that by upsetting him.
“You did so well, Itachi, I’m so proud of you,” you said quietly. Itachi smiled tiredly but didn’t speak. You supported him to his feet, standing yourself too. His shaky legs caused him to lean on you heavily, but eventually, with your encouragement, he found his balance. “Stay there, ‘tachi.”
You peeled the cloak off the stone slab, cringing at the wet spot. The dampness wasn’t ideal, but Itachi wouldn’t be able to get home without its warmth, so you didn’t have a choice but to wrap him up in it. Itachi sighed happily at the warmth, burying his face into the collar, and let you guide him to sit back down, light purrs escaping him.
Once he was okay, you put on your own clothes, also revelling in the artificial warmth. The fire was on its way out by this point, and you had to leave as soon as you could to get home before dark. It was unfortunate that you couldn’t let Itachi come down from his high here in the cave, but being caught in the cold and dark would at least be unfortunate and more likely disastrous.
“Are you ready, darling?” You slipped your hand into his, hoping he’d be okay to walk. Itachi nodded, allowing you to lead him out of the cave. Unfortunately, you really needed him to lead the way back, as you had only the vaguest idea of how to get back to his cottage. “Which way d—”
Itachi stumbled over a branch, and it was only your conjoined hands that stopped him from face planting on the ground. Itachi looked up at you, a confused chirp escaping him, like he was asking you how you’d let him fall when you were supposed to be keeping him safe. It tugged on your heartstrings so much that you immediately pulled him into an embrace and pressed a kiss on his forehead.
“I’m cold,” he muttered, pushing his face into your shoulder. While the cloak was charmed, without any clothes underneath, it was also probably pretty breezy.
You cooed, “I bet. Why don’t I carry you home?” You couldn’t bear to have him uncomfortable for even a second, not when you could prevent it. “That would be warmer for you, but you have to show me the way home, okay?”
Itachi nodded, looking relieved, and held out his arms. You scooped him up into a princess carry, and he looped his arms around your neck before settling his head on your shoulder.
“Let’s go home.”
…
You had arrived home just in time to avoid having to stumble through the woods in the dark, and the subsequent evening had passed by in a whirlwind of cleaning, cooking, eating and cuddling. Itachi had mostly recovered by the time you had arrived, even walking the last hour himself, but he remained mostly silent unless addressed directly, and you had to take extra care to help him navigate away from a subdrop.
In contrast, the following morning seemed to crawl by like a snail. It was the day you were supposed to be brewing the potion, but Itachi had insisted on cooking a massive breakfast that had taken him an hour to cook and just as long to eat. He maintained that he just felt like making an elaborate breakfast, but considering the significance of the day, you didn’t know if you believed him. You had a feeling that he was either stress cooking, attempting to show you how good of a mate he could be, or just trying to delay the inevitable.
At least you had managed to entertain yourself by admiring and pressing on his copious amounts of hickeys.
“Mm, if you keep doing that, the food is going to burn.” Despite his words, he arched into your touch as you pressed on a particularly large hickey on his neck.
You eyed the pots and pans on the hob, all of which were stirring themselves. “They’ll be fine. It’s you I’m worried about; what if you get lonely because I’m not kissing you?”
Itachi laughed, “You’re ridiculous.”
At least the long breakfast and clean up had allowed you plenty of time to tighten up the details of your backstory, ready for your memories to ‘return’. You were grateful for that last opportunity to plan, because now, having gathered all the necessary ingredients, the time had arrived to make the Amnesia Reversal Potion.
You and Itachi were sitting cross legged in the corner of bedroom that he used for experiments, meticulously cutting, grinding, and adding ingredients into his black cauldron. It was equal parts cool and overwhelming to watch potion brewing in action. If you ended up in this world, you were for sure going to learn to make as many as you could. Maybe you could convince Itachi to move slightly closer to a nearby town so that you could access supplies a little easier?
“This potion is extraordinarily simple,” Itachi remarked, dropping in the crushed Amplexus seeds. “No wait times, no stirring instructions, no temperature requirements. I’ve never seen one like it.”
“Weird.”
“Indeed. All I have to do is add the ingredients into the cauldron in the order that they’re listed in the ingredients list.”
“Isn’t it a good thing that it’s simple?”
Itachi grabbed a sprig of thyme and dropped it in, “Of course, it’s just strange.”
You watched the wooden tray empty as each ingredient was added to the potion in turn. The potion turned from brown, to pink, and then to purple at various intervals, bubbling, smoking, and spitting all at once. It seemed a little dramatic, but Itachi didn’t react as though anything was weird.
Eventually, there was only one ingredient left: Cinnamon. How weirdly mundane to be the climax of this potion making adventure.
Itachi added it and then began to stir, wrestling with the hydrophobic powder that seemed resistant to joining the potion. As he stirred, the potion gradually turned into a bright lime green. That was it then, right? That must be the potion!
But Itachi didn’t stop stirring, brows furrowed. He stared down at the cauldron like he was waiting for something more. He even picked up the recipe again to double check it.
“Is something the matter?” you asked, after the silence had stretched to uncomfortable levels.
“Look at the recipe, here.” He handed you to recipe, but you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be looking at. You send him a helpless gaze and he tapped on the sketch of the potion on the right side. “This is a sketch of the potion and it’s a shimmering gold. Our potion is green.”
You bit your lip, “Maybe it’s just artistic interpretation?”
“No, a shade or two different, fine, but a completely different colour? Our potion isn’t correct, but I’m not sure what I did wrong. I don’t even know how I could have gone wrong; it just says to add everything in order!” He plucked the recipe from your grip again and held it closer to his face, as though that would somehow solve the mystery.
It was then, as he held up the piece of paper, that you noticed something written on the back. Did the recipe continue on the other side? You had looked at this over a hundred times over the past fortnight, how could you have missed that there was something written on the back?
“Um, Itachi? Try flipping the page over.”
He hummed, confused, but did as you asked.
“Oh! You’re right! There’s one more ingredient, we must have missed it. It’s written much smaller than the other ingredients.” You silently passed him his glasses, which had been abandoned earlier once the steam from the potion had fogged them up, and he gratefully put them on.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure we can find it somew—”
The sentence died as Itachi finally read the words on the back of the page.
You watched him, anxiously. “Itachi? Is something wrong?”
Itachi’s eyes flickered back and forth between your face and the recipe. Slowly, his face grew pink and heavily flushed. He didn’t speak.
“Itachi? What does it say? Is it something bad?”
Itachi opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Giving up, he thrust the paper out to you before bashfully burying his face in his palms.
Intrigued and vaguely concerned, you read the back of the recipe.
‘100ml of the fluid of a squirting omega.’
You coughed in surprise, dropping the recipe which floated slowly to the floor. Well, that answered your earlier question; you didn’t see it earlier because it would have screwed up the pacing of the plot if you had.
The erotica pocket dimension clearly wasn’t satisfied with the sappy mutual blowjobs in the cave yesterday. It wanted you to fuck Itachi properly, and it wanted you to do it hard.
“Oh. That’s quite the final ingredient.”
Itachi hummed in agreement.
Bizarre as it was, the longer you thought about it, the hotter it became. You had to overstimulate Itachi until he squirted, then use that to make a potion? Hilarious, and deeply erotic.
‘James, who is responsible for designing pocket dimensions, and can I shake their hand?’
‘That is confidential, and they do not have hands.’
‘Well, whoever they are, they need a raise.’
‘Why do they require increased elevation?’
‘Because these are mad times we’re living in James, mad times.’
‘You are not making any sense, human. Perhaps you should turn your attention to the omega in front of you. His body is displaying signs of heightened arousal, and I believe he would like you to solve that for him.’
One glance at Itachi and his newly tented shorts proved that James was correct, so you dropped the connection. Itachi, with his hands still covering his face, didn’t seem to have noticed his own raging boner quite yet.
“Well, at least we don’t have to leave the house to get the final ingredient,” you said, mouth moving faster than your filter.
Itachi gave an embarrassed squeak, peeking at you in between his fingers. When he spoke, the words were hesitant and muffled. “That’s… um, I mean… I don’t think I can.”
“You can,” you said confidently. You figured that it wouldn’t make any sense to set this up as the erotic climax of the story if Itachi wasn’t capable of squirting. “I’ll make you squirt, trust me.”
Your brazen confidence seemed to have an effect on Itachi, who was looking progressively more flustered as he processed your words. His pupils were wide, cheeks pink, and there was a little wet spot at the tip of the tent in his shorts.
Oh yes, there was something about this situation that was getting to him, just like it was getting to you. You already knew he was submissive, of course, but perhaps your confidence in talking about his body was doing something more to him, or maybe the idea of mixing sex with magic was what was making him so hot.
Either way, you leaned right into his space, smirking. Itachi’s released a delicious scent, something submissive, something horny, something to entice you to fuck him. Who were you to deny him?
“Now, do you have anything we can use to collect liquid?”
…
You remembered, on your very first day in this world, how you studied Itachi’s living room to prove to yourself that this hole fever dream was real and find clues about the kind of life you might have here. The room looked a little different now. Itachi had levitated all the furniture against the wall and laid down a tarpaulin in the newly cleared space, creating the illusion of both more clutter and more space that the living room normally had. A large, red bucket stood innocently, front and centre by the fireplace, ready for a not so innocent purpose.
The room was bathed in an orange glow thanks to Itachi’s permanent fire magic crackling away in the fireplace. All these fires were going to give you a complex. It wouldn’t surprise you if you ended up being conditioned to pop a boner whenever you saw an open fireplace. But if you didn’t end up in this world, you were glad to know that fire would remind you of Itachi and your time here with him.
From the ceiling hung a metal bar, about 50cm in length, hanging horizontally from two sturdy pieces of wire.
“For drying flowers,” Itachi had said when you’d questioned why he had a bar in his ceiling capable of holding the weight of an adult person. His explanation didn’t really make any sense, but you had accepted it as porn logic and moved on.
Now though, there were no dried flowers in sight. Instead, from the bar, hung something much more precious. Itachi’s wrists were bound together above his head, secured to the metal bar with an old scarf you had found and swiftly repurposed. He was completely naked again, and although that always made for an enticing view, this particular moment was perhaps your favourite so far. Because your beautiful witch looked utterly wrecked.
You circled him, footsteps crinkling on the tarpaulin, and committed every inch of him to memory. He was shining, hot and sweaty from your games, with the hair that was not scraped back into his ponytail sticking to his face. His chest heaved in an attempt to beat his exertion with enough oxygen, and his hands, tied up though they were, periodically clenched themselves into fists.
Lovingly, you loosened his ponytail and then retied his hair back to include all the strands that had wiggled loose. Itachi didn’t comment on it, even as you pulled his hair away from his sweat-soaked skin. He only panted, head lolling against his extended right arm.
If you had known that overstimulating him had made him look so pretty, you wouldn’t have held out for so long.
“How many is that now, Itachi?”
“Three,” he panted, lifting his head up to look at you. “I’ve cum three times.”
“That’s right.” It had been a handjob, a blowjob, and a rimjob respectively. “Glad to see you’re still with me, for now at least.”
Itachi bit his lip; he was still embarrassed over how easily you’d put him into subspace yesterday. You used your thumb to remove his lip from his teeth and then held it there.
“You drive me crazy,” you breathed, watching his eyes dilate. “I want to take you apart just so I can build you up again. I want to see every face you make and claim every inch of your body. I want to get every artist in the world to paint you, just to find the one that can manage to even get close to your real-life beauty. I want to be the first person to touch you on the inside.”
To emphasise your point, you snaked an arm around his waist and slipped your hand down until you could slide your fingers over his hole. He was soaking wet, and after only a few seconds, you withdrew and held your dripping fingers up to the light.
“You’re so messy, Itachi,” you teased, rubbing your slick fingers together. “It’s like your hole is trying to tell me something.”
“You’re so embarrassing,” he muttered, cheeks going pink. You laughed and pulled him closer, until you were pressed right against him.
“Don’t worry, baby.” You returned your hand to his hole, but this time started applying a small amount of pressure. “Even if your mouth is too shy to admit it, I’ll give your hole what it needs.”
Your forefinger slipped in just as you finished speaking, only up to the first knuckle for now. With how wet and swollen he was, it was surprisingly easy, even for a virgin. Itachi stiffened, pulling at his restraint a little.
“You okay?”
“Fine, it just feels a little weird,” he said, squirming. “It feels bigger than I thought it would, for a finger.”
“It’s normal for it to feel a little strange at first, but I promise I can make you feel good. You’ll be squirting all over the place in no time.”
Itachi made a little embarrassed noise and dropped his head on your shoulder to hide his face. You gave him a little nuzzle, which he quickly returned. You purred so that he could feel the vibrations; you hoped that would help him relax.
“Deep breath.” You pushed the finger in to the second knuckle and then held it there. You wiggled it to help him get used to the foreign sensation. Itachi kept his head on your shoulder, where he occasionally pressed little kisses to your skin, as you worked on fingering him open.
You fucked the single finger in and out, meeting little resistance. The obscene squelching noises forced a shy whine out of Itachi, who you imagined would be fidgeting a lot more had you not secured him to the ceiling.
“You’re a natural, darling, I’m going to go up to two fingers. It might feel uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t hurt. If it hurts, tell me immediately, okay?”
Itachi hummed in agreement but as the seconds ticked on, he seemed more and more focused on fucking himself back against your finger. He was so funny; He always got so embarrassed before and after orgasms, but the build up made him so shameless. As soon as he felt good, all those shy impulses disappeared and you were left with a completely different Itachi.
The second finger went in like a hot knife through butter. Itachi moaned, and with the hand that wasn’t fingering him, you rubbed his back in encouragement. You had originally chosen to finger him like this to give him some comfort as he entered unfamiliar territory, but you couldn’t deny that there weren’t also benefits for you, including the way you were positioned so perfectly to get his strongest, most unfiltered scent. You took a deep breath, letting Itachi’s floral scent of pleasure curl inside your lungs.
“How… How do I squirt?” Itachi asked quietly, face nuzzled into your neck. “I don’t know if I can… how does it even work?”
“I just need to find your prostate and then I can make it happen, don’t worry.” You picked up the pace, fingering him in and out, now with two fingers. He was accepting you so easily, drenching your hand in his liquid arousal.
“A prostate? What’s that?”
Your fingers paused their movements as you froze, shocked. Itachi didn’t know what the prostate was? That couldn’t be right, could it? Maybe he’d misspoken? Or you’d misunderstood? You opened your mouth to ask him to clarify, and maybe also ask if he’d ever had proper sex education as a child, but then you realised that it might ruin the mood to bring up his dysfunctional childhood or imply that he was wrong for not knowing something and inadvertently make him feel bad.
You couldn’t not ask someone though.
‘James? Do you know about this? Did Itachi ever have a proper sex education?’
‘Hmm, let me see.’ You got the distinct impression that she was flipping through pages, although you could neither hear nor see them. ‘Ah, yes. Itachi’s father presented him a book on the topic on his seventh birthday before instructing him not to have any questions.’
You rolled your eyes, of course. No wonder the poor man was confused.
“The prostate is a gland in your body that secretes the fluid part of ejaculate,” you explained, slowly starting up the fingering again before Itachi worried that he’d done something wrong. It was his terrible excuse for parents that had done something wrong after all, not him. If you stayed here, you were going to have to step in and give Sasuke the talk, because neither his parents nor older brother seemed qualified. Perhaps that was one mark against staying here… From Itachi’s sketches, you got the distinct impression that Sasuke wouldn’t neither take it well nor make it easy for you. “But it also feels very, very good. Here, let me find yours and I can show you.”
Seeing as Itachi was taking your fingers so well, you saw no issue in moving on to your next target. You crooked your fingers in search of the gland. It shouldn’t be too hard to find; it must be incredibly swollen after all the previous orgasms. Somewhere around here…
“Does it feel different to—”
Found it.
Itachi gasped hoarsely as you found it and began immediately pressing and rubbing at it. His back arched and his hips jolted as he tugged against the bar. His knees went weak for a moment and his weight dropped back to leaning against you as he gasped for air.
“That’s—That’s—” He couldn’t finish the sentence as you continued to abuse his insides. “Oh my god, oh my god, how, how, it’s so much!”
He shook against you, biting into your shoulder. His moans got louder and more desperate until he was almost screaming. You kept it up until he was leaking all down your hand, some clear drops splashing against the tarpaulin. You pulled the hand from him in a flourish and caught him as he sagged.
There. The next one would be the squirt for sure, you thought, eyeing the liquid rolling down Itachi’s legs.
Itachi was completely limp in your grip. You readjusted your hold on him to make sure that his shoulder joints weren’t too strained, and then focused on bringing him down from that high as tenderly as you could. You stroked his back, whispered sweet nothings, and held him against you as firmly as you could. Four orgasms were a lot for one evening… although with your straining underwear, you reckoned you’d rather have four than none.
Eventually, when he gathered some of his wits about him, Itachi lifted his head from your shoulder and looked you in the eye.
“What the fuck?” was the only thing that came out of his mouth. You almost snorted in surprise at his swearing. “How did that happen? That’s never happened before.”
“I told you that the prostate would feel good,” you said, pecking him on the forehead. “Now, stand up properly so I can fetch the bucket over. I can give you a sex ed talk later, because right now we have a potion ingredient to harvest.”
“Harvest?” Itachi repeated, pulling a face.
You grinned sheepishly, “Yeah, I’ll admit that sounded sexier in my head.”
Itachi giggled a little, but stood up properly, allowing you to let him go and fetch the bucket, which you placed underneath him.
“Now,” you said, wiping your hands on a nearby towel, “do you want to squirt on my fingers or on my cock?”
Itachi’s laughter died off as embarrassment overtook it. You shook your head fondly at his predictable return to bashfulness now that he’d orgasmed.
“I… don’t know.”
“Come on, Itachi, how can I know what to do if you don’t tell me what you need.” You tapped him lovingly on the cheek. You had expected him to become more relaxed at the affectionate gesture, even with the teasing, but instead his face glowed an even brighter red and he struggled to maintain eye contact with you.
What?
‘Human, those are the fingers that were just inside him, meaning he can likely smell his own slick and is embarrassed.’
‘Oh yeah! Haha, forgot about that, thanks James.’
‘You’re welcome, human.’
You withdrew that hand, and while you briefly debated sucking on those fingers to see how he’d react, you discarded that though pretty quickly; you didn’t want to give the poor omega a heart attack.
“You’re not answering my question, ‘tachi. Come on,” you goaded, “tell me how you want me to make you squirt.”
Itachi huffed, still blushing, “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Fingers or cock, it’s a simple choice, my darling.”
“I want… can I… your cock, please?” he eventually whispered, looking at you through his dark lashes.
You decided to try your luck in teasing him a bit more. ���Oh? And where do you want my cock?”
He squirmed, “You know where.”
“Do I?”
He huffed again, sending you a glare for all the teasing.
“Okay, okay,” you conceded, pecking him on the lips. “I’ll put my cock in your greedy hole, but you need to practice your begging for next time, okay?”
He pouted, “You’re mean.”
“Maybe, but I think you’re into it.” You ran a finger up his hard cock. Four orgasms in and he was still going strong, that had to be porn logic at play. Itachi didn’t respond to your hypothesis, which you took to mean that you were right.
Regardless, now was the moment that you’d been waiting so patiently for: you were going to fuck Itachi. Properly. You quickly shed your underwear and allowed your cock to spring up, rock hard and ready for action.
All that build up, from the very first time you met him and his beautiful nipples you’d been imagining what it’d be like. And now, as he looked at you, wide eyed and waiting, you knew that it would be perfect, for both of you, there was no other option. You just had to choose the right position.
You debated briefly going behind him and slipping inside from there. It would make the most practical sense considering the way he was tied up, but something about it didn’t feel right. Itachi deserved something a little more romantic for his first time and you wanted to be able to see his reactions.
Yes, from the front felt right, but with the way he was tied, you’d have to do something a little unconventional.
Standing in front of him, you tenderly stroked his hips, one hand on each side.
“Is everything oka— Ah!”
Itachi yelped as you suddenly hooked your hands under his knees and lifted him off the ground, taking half of his weight in your arms and leaving the other half for the metal bar to hold. As carefully as you could, you shifted your hands from the back of his knees to his butt and dragged him closer until his legs were splayed around your hips.
There. This was the perfect position. You could see his reaction, you had a good angle to fuck him, and most importantly, his nipples were perfect height to kiss, which had recently become a favourite hobby of yours.
“Are you ready?” you asked, rubbing your cock against him to cover it in his slick. He was open and ready for you, you’d made sure of that, but extra lubrication never hurt.
Itachi took a fortifying breath, “I’m ready.”
“Relax.” You grinned at him before delicately slipping the head of your dick into him. Itachi gasped, his muscles clenching immediately and clamping down on you like a vice. You hissed at the warmth and tightness but remained as still as possible to give him time to adjust.
A drop of Itachi’s slick dribbled down your cock and severely tested your resolve to remain still, but you persevered.
“Does it feel alright?” you asked in a strained voice.
“It’s much bigger than your fingers.” He leant forward and looked down at the place where you were both now joined. He gulped at how much there was still left to fit inside him. “Are you sure it’s going to fit?”
“Are you in pain right now?” He shook his head. “Then it should fit just fine.”
“I trust you, it’s just… it’s so big.”
“As you’ve said, many, many times,” you teased. “What is it with you and my dick?”
“I’m ready for you to go in a bit more,” he said, pointedly ignoring your question. He could ignore it all he wanted, but you knew he was obsessed with it, and that would fuel your ego and wet dreams for the rest of your life.
You decided you were too horny to press the issue though, because this omega was telling you he wanted you inside him, and you weren’t going say no.
Balancing his weight on one hand, you used the other to rub at his sensitive dick as a distraction. Once Itachi’s eyes fell closed at the sensation, you pushed in another few inches until you were about half way inside.
His gooey walls felt like heaven, and you were stopping both for his benefit, and your own, because cumming before you’d made him squirt would be unfortunate.
“You’re beautiful, so stunning, so perfect, the best omega,” you muttered, trying to distract yourself. You leant down and licked at his right nipple as the urge to taste him again surged.
Bending down to reach said nipple had the inadvertent effect of angling your cock directly into Itachi’s prostate. He jolted, mouth dropping open.
“There, hit there again.” His voice was as urgent as the throbbing dick in between his legs. “There, right there, please!”
You did as he asked, angling your hips again. Itachi shuddered, his arousal pushing out his earlier embarrassment, just as it had on the build up to his other orgasms.
“Put the rest in, I want it in!”
“Are you sure? We should move slowly to make sure—”
“No!” Even Itachi looked shocked at how loudly he had protested the idea of fucking him slowly. “I mean, I can take it, I promise, just put it in.”
You raised an eyebrow, but when Itachi refused to waiver, you decided just to go for it. Internal tears were not sexy, so porn logic would probably protect him.
You pulled on his hips and pushed forward with yours, sliding effortlessly into the wet heat that was more than ready to welcome you.
“It’s so big! It’s stretching me out!” Itachi babbled, head falling back. “Oh my god, I can feel it, it’s inside me.”
You almost laughed; you had never met an omega that was so easy to make cock drunk. You had even heard him talking about your dick in his sleep last night. He was so perfect.
“You love my cock, don’t you baby?” Itachi nodded furiously, drooling a little. Finally, your hips hit flush against his cheeks. “There you go, baby, is that what you wanted?”
Itachi whined, still nodding. “I need it, don’t take it away.”
“I won’t, darling,” you said, cock throbbing at his words. You glanced down and what you saw almost forced your cum from you immediately. He had a tummy bulge. You could see the outline of your cock in his tummy. You felt your instincts clawing at your mind in delight, a slight tinge of something distinctly feral lining your scent. “Open your eyes, omega, I want to show you something.”
Itachi did as he was told, his heavily lidded eyes meeting yours. Several strands of hair had somehow escaped from his ponytail again and were stuck with sweat to his face. He had never looked prettier.
“Look at your tummy, darling.” Itachi’s brows furrowed, but he did as asked. He stared for a moment as though he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. To help him, you pulled out completely, only to immediately plunge back in. Itachi’s stomach flattened out and then bulged as you moved.
Itachi’s eyes snapped fully open. He jumped to look up at your face, wide eyed and shocked into silence.
“That’s my cock inside you, I’m carving out a place, so that no other cock will ever be able to satisfy you like mine. Your hole is going to ache for me now, it’s going to miss me when I’m gone, I’m making sure of it.”
Itachi was staring at the bulge like he didn’t know how to process what was happening.
“It’s a good job we live in the middle of nowhere, because I’m going to need to feed your slutty hole my cock all the time to keep it satisfied.”
All at once, Itachi’s eyes bled red like that day in town, he seized up, and his cock shot cum all over his tummy bulge. You watched, obsessed, as Itachi started to cum from your dirty talk. The bliss that overtook him was so powerful that you were worried he would tug the metal bar out of the ceiling as he spasmed and moaned. You almost forgot that you were here to make him squirt.
Almost.
Recognising that this needed to end soon because Itachi had to squirt and you couldn’t hold in your own orgasm for much longer, you grabbed his hips and set a brutal pace, fucking in and out of him with abandon.
Itachi’s moans became moaned screams as you pounded him through his orgasm, elongating it and then quickly sending him hurtling towards another one.
The position you were in was aiding your pace, as you were able to move Itachi up and down by his hips, dragging his entire weight down onto your cock, using him almost like a fleshlight.
You had never felt more single minded. You were chasing your orgasm with reckless abandon, and the only rational brain cells you had left online were fully focused on making sure you didn’t accidentally give Itachi a mating mark.
Itachi’s moan was now one long syllable, broken only by voice cracks that plagued him on every other thrust. Itachi’s walls were massaging you perfectly, flexing and fluttering in an almost wave-like motion that Itachi was definitely not capable of performing consciously; it must have been an inherent erotica trait.
You had to fuck him, you had to make him squirt, you had to cum inside him.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” Itachi babbled, tears slowly running down his face.
“’m going to cum, omega, I’m going to cum inside you, I’m so close.”
“Don’t stop,” he sobbed, pulling fruitlessly at his restraints. “Alpha, don’t stop, I think I’m going to cum. It’s so hot!”
Your knot was starting to swell, and much to your displeasure, you knew you couldn’t knot him if you wanted to properly collect his slick. You had just enough restraint left to jerk away as your knot started to catch on his tie.
Itachi thrashed as you held him over the bucket. He pulled at the scarf and kicked out with his legs. His eyes flashed red under his eyelids. Clear liquid shot out of him with force, and the sound of his ejaculate splattering in the bucket filled the room.
There was no way you’d have been able to hold back your own orgasm at such a sight, and so you followed suit, cumming a load all over Itachi’s newly softening dick, until it was completely covered, and some was dripping steadily to join his slick in the bucket.
You both fell silent in the aftermath, panting heavily. The crackle of the fire suddenly sounded louder than you had realised, and your limbs felt like they were made of lead.
You had never felt anything so intense.
‘James?’ Even your mental voice sounded tired.
‘Yes, human alpha?’
‘Picking erotica was the best choice ever.’
‘I’m glad you are satisfied.’
A laugh bubbled its way up. Satisfied indeed.
…
“It’s done,” Itachi said, stirring the newly shining gold potion. “It took a day longer than expected, but the potion is perfect.”
You peered into the cauldron, “Do I have to drink some of it?”
“No, several of the ingredients are very toxic, so please don’t drink it. I will use the potion to paint some runes on your face, which should trigger the process of retrieving your memories.” He grabbed a little paintbrush and nervously ran his fingers over the bristles. You had done your very best to convince Itachi that you weren’t going to abandon him as soon as you got your memories back, at least, not in the way he was thinking, but it was obvious that he was still deeply apprehensive.
You sat down in front of Itachi and closed your eyes, letting him paint the runes. You were weirdly nervous even though you knew the potion wasn’t going to have any effect at all. Mentally, you ran through the backstory you had crafted. MLHH, you repeated, Money, Love, Health, Happiness.
You startled as the first brush strokes hit your skin. “It tickles.”
“Sorry,” Itachi said, not sounding very sorry. His voice was tense, but you didn’t hold it against him.
It was a strange feeling, after spending over two weeks with him, knowing that you were leaving him behind, at least for the moment. It was a cocktail of emotions. You were sad to leave Itachi, excited to see the next pocket dimension, guilty about being excited… It was a lot.
You comforted yourself by reminding yourself that you could return if you wanted to. No one would force you to leave Itachi for good, that was entirely your decision. You didn’t have to leave him if you didn’t want to.
“It’s done.” You opened your eyes and saw Itachi watching you nervously. Was he waiting for something to happen? Was something supposed to happen?
‘James, is something supposed to happen with this potion? To show that it worked?’
‘Of course.’
‘What?! What’s supposed to happen? Am I supposed to glow, scream, black out? Do I need to act? What do I do?!’
‘You’re supposed to regain your memories, human alpha, have you been paying attention?’
‘…’
You took that to mean that nothing spectacular was supposed to happen, and you just pretended to suddenly gain clarity with a gasp.
“I remember everything,” you said, acting like you were processing the returned memories. “It worked!”
“What do you remember?” Itachi was nervous, clutching the paint brush tightly to his chest.
“I was hiking in those woods, but I tripped and hit my head, that’s why you found me unconscious. I had intended to leave before nightfall, but I was knocked out and got caught in the snow. I was trying to kill time on my own, as my family are away on a business trip, they’re merchants you see, and my best friend is currently travelling for a wedding.”
“You’re from a merchant family? They must want you home soon.” Itachi sounded dejected, but like he was trying to be happy for you. His fake enthusiasm hurt your soul. Thankfully, you had come up with an explanation that would allow you to stay.
“Not really, you see, I never wanted to follow in their footsteps, I always wanted to carve my own path. My family love me, they just want me to be happy, and I know I’m happy here, with you. They’ll support me no matter what. They own a big house that we can stay in any time, but here is where my heart is.”
“And you’re single?” Itachi asked, desperate hope in his voice.
“Completely and utterly single. Although… I would be honoured if you would help me change that.”
Itachi’s face split into a big grin and he threw himself into your arms.
“You want to stay?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
“Forever,” he said firmly. He beamed at you with watery eyes and leant in for a kiss.
“Forever,” you repeated, but just as his lips were about to meet yours, your vision went blurry, and faded to black.
When our eyes refocused a half second later, you found yourself back in the library, staring at James, the ghost of a kiss on your lips. You were disorientated and already missing Itachi.
“Here, human.” James touched your head and your thoughts and emotions cleared. “Until you have the time to compartmentalise, it is more convenient if I supress conflicting emotions. It would be unfortunate if you could not give the next pocket dimension your full attention.”
“Yeah, it would be,” you agreed, already feeling lighter. As much as you loved your time there with Itachi, you were looking forward to the next book too. If anything, you were even more excited because you knew that no matter what happened, you had a life you wanted with Itachi. Even if you hated this next world, you could pull as many shenanigans as you wanted, knowing you had a safe world to return to.
“We do not have time to discuss anything here. Put your hand on the second book.” You did as she asked, watching as her hand joined yours. “Welcome to the world of ‘Fifty Shades of Audacity’.”
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Minsu with a reader who flirts with him each time they see him on shift.
Hwang Minsu
Every time you come in the classic tone of the door sounds out. He doesn’t think much of it, thinking it’s another customer. And then your scent wafts by his nose and every muscle in his body tenses. He knows what's coming but is never really ready.
His eyes dilate as he keeps his eyes glued on the items he’s scanning for the only other person here, only for them to leave once they’re done purchasing their items, leaving you two alone in the store.
And then you set a drink on the counter. He’s forced to look up at you, a lump in his throat as his entire body anticipates whatever you’re going to say.
You drop your lines on him and his blood rushes to his head, his ears flushed red. Beneath his mask you can see some red peeking out too.
“I-Um.. Thank you. Would you like a bag?”
Were he not on the clock he would simply melt.
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