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Within Temptation

Author: The-Black-Manor

Demon x Trans Male Priest (Pre-transition)

Warnings: Rape, unprotected sex, stolen virginity

Kinks: Demon, priest, corruption, blasphemy, oral, excessive cum, oversized cock, monster cock, bondage, belly bulge, rough sex, age difference, size difference

Terms used: Cunt, cock, balls, cervix, chest, nipples, binder, cockhead, crotch, walls, entrance

Words: 4,002

Note: If you find any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them.

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The young priest didn’t arrive at the old stone church until well after dark. He was exhausted from his long journey, but there was nowhere nearby to rest, and he certainly wasn’t going to rest in the church until he was certain there were no malevolent entities present. He stepped out of the cab and stretched before grabbing his luggage and kit and making his way through the crumbling, overgrown courtyard. The front door was unlocked, and he was silently grateful to the family that lived here that they’d remembered to keep it open for him before they fled.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The foyer was dark and foreboding. Previous owners had begun renovating the church into a home years ago, but progress had been halted when strange activity began after unsealing a walled-off room in the cellar. Scaffolding, canvas, tarp, rope, and all sorts of construction equipment had been left behind when the family and crew abandoned the location. There was a large industrial light nearby, and the priest switched it on. The room was no less unsettling bathed in white light.

As he moved through the home in search of the dining room, dust that had since settled was kicked up once more and made the air hazy. The dining room would work well enough as a sort of “home base” while he investigated the claims of demonic activity. He was no exorcist, just a young priest sent to validate the claims. If he found evidence of activity, he would send for an exorcist. For now, though, all he had was himself, his bible, his crucifix, and his faith.

After he got himself settled, he descended to the cellar, to the newly-excavated room the family claims is a “door to hell”. He scoffed and shook his head. Not likely. A gas leak, perhaps, which is why he had a mask and detector with him. But the detector stayed silent, and when he felt comfortable enough to take his mask off, the air was clean, if a bit stale. He worked his way through the house slowly, paying great attention to each room, making mental notes if anything seemed “off”.

The only thing he found unusual was that nothing seemed unusual. He shook his head. This was a waste of time. Still, he had a job to do, and he was going to see it through to the end. He kept going. The church was huge, more a castle than anything, and he eventually found his way upstairs to the bedrooms. The doors were all closed, except for one at the very end of the hall.

If there was ever a place to start up here, he supposed that was it. The dusty old runner beneath his feet muffled his footsteps, and he peered into the room as he approached. It was dark inside, but he could make out the silhouette of a bed with a canopy. He hesitated for only the briefest moment before stepping over the threshold and into the master bedroom. The windows either side of the bed were open just a crack, letting in a crisp, fresh night breeze that sent the linen curtains fluttering and rays of silver moonlight that provided just enough light to see by.

This room was different from the rest. There was no dust on the plush red duvet, no cracks in the stone walls or gunk on the windows. No tattered rugs or moth-eaten curtains. Whereas the rest of the church was obviously abandoned, this room looked well cared for. Lived in.

The door closed behind him and the lock fastened with a “click”. He whirled around, and his blood ran cold as his tired gaze met the glowing purple eyes of an undulating shadow. He took a step back. At points, the figure looked almost human, and then its silhouette dissolved and melded with the shadows around it, moving like ink in water. It was both tangible and intangible, solid and smoke, man and monster.

Its eyes flickered like flame, and it glared at him, and then he thought he saw, for only the briefest moment, the hint of a sharp-toothed smile.

“Hello, priest,” the entity greeted him.

Its voice was deep and seemed to burrow into his chest and reverberate around in his rib cage. The priest gripped the crucifix around his neck and lifted it, wielding it like a shield against the darkness. The entity laughed, low and menacing. And then it was gone. Or so the priest thought. He gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt arms snake around him from behind. The demon pulled him close, pressing its chest against his back, and ran its shadowy clawed hands all over the priest’s chest and stomach.

“Release me!” the priest insisted, writhing in its vice-like grip.

“Cute,” it cooed, its breath hot on the shell of his ear. “You think you have authority here…”

“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to- mmph!”

The demon forced two thick fingers into his mouth, silencing him.

“Hush now,” it breathed as its free hand slid down his stomach to his crotch.

It grabbed him hard and pulled him back into its bulge. He could feel it hardening against his ass.

It let out a sound then that was somewhere between a purr and a growl. “What’s this?” it asked as it felt between his legs. “No cock? Does the church know about this?” it chuckled. “No, I think not. They wouldn’t let you be a priest if they did.”

He held his crucifix so tight that the edges of the cross dug into the soft flesh of his palm. He repeated all the prayers he knew in his head, over and over. He wasn’t afraid, but he couldn’t speak with the fiend’s fingers pressing down on his tongue, so he couldn’t fend it off. All he could do was pray. Its claws dug into the flesh of his inner thigh, and then he was in the air. He landed hard on the bed, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to run, and saw the demon approaching slowly, a predator stalking its prey. This was the most tangible it had been. It looked like a man, around six feet tall, with a slim body and long hair that flowed like smoke. He could make out no facial features except for those gleaming eyes, eyes that burned into his very soul and held him in place, like a deer in the headlights.

The demon leaned forward to match his level, its face only millimeters from his. It breathed in deep, taking in his scent, and then a long, pointed tongue snaked out from behind sharp, wet teeth to lick a line up his cheek.

“Delicious,” it purred.

It rested its hand on his chest, over his racing heart, and shoved him onto his back. Claws dug into his flesh as it tore at his vestments and binder and peeled them away. He snapped out of his fear-frozen state, and brought a leg up to try and kick the monster away. Something wrapped around his ankle, then his thigh, then his other leg, his wrists, his biceps. Inky tentacles held him down and spread him open, leaving him bare before the evil he faced.

“What do you want with me?” he growled, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

“I want your body,” it responded simply, then ran its tongue over its lips. “And it is a beautiful body… Seems a shame to have such stunning assets and not put them to any use.”

He had to get out of here.. He sneered at the demon and began a prayer, voice rising in an attempt to drown out its booming laugh. It didn’t care for his prayers, his faith, his god. It crawled on top of him, and he expected its body to be as hot as the fiery pits that spat it out, but it was icy cold and sent a chill down his spine. His prayer was cut short as the creature forced that long tongue into his mouth and entangled it with his own. He writhed beneath it, trying to free himself from the tentacles’ grasp and the slimy intrusion. One of its teeth nicked his lip, and he tasted blood. The demon must have tasted it too, because another purr-growl rumbled through its chest.

It pulled its tongue from his mouth and licked up the side of his neck while the priest spat, trying to rid himself of its taste. And then its lips replaced its tongue, peppering kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. Its hands touched and grabbed and massaged every inch of him that it could reach, paying special attention to his chest, where it groped the soft mounds and pinched his nipples, rolling them between clawed fingers. Despite his best efforts, the demon’s ministrations were affecting him, and he keened, back arching, when the demon replaced its fingers with soft lips and sucked a sensitive bud into its mouth.

He choked back a moan as fire ignited in his belly. He could feel some sort of wetness leaking from his cunt and pooling on the bed beneath him, but he couldn’t close his legs or reach down to feel. Just then, he felt something hard knock against his cock, and he cried out as electricity shot up his spine. He thought it must have been the demon’s knee, but when he managed to lift his head to look down, the demon was straddling him, its knees on either side of his hips.

“No…” he whimpered, and his head fell back against the mattress.

When it said it wanted his body, he assumed it meant possession, not…

“Get off of me!” he shouted, struggling with renewed vigor.

The demon didn’t reply, but it released his nipple with a “pop”, and traveled down his belly, kissing and licking every inch of the soft flesh there and on his hips as he made his way lower. The priest squirmed, trying to kick away the tentacles so that he could close his legs, but they only pulled them wider apart. Finally, the demon buried its face in his cunt and inhaled deeply. It flicked his cock with its wicked tongue, and then pressed the strong muscle flat against it. It massaged him expertly, and as his back arched and his hips bucked involuntarily, another tentacle wrapped itself around his midsection to hold him down.

“S-stop…” he panted.

“Keep praying to your absent father,” the demon mocked. “I’m sure he’ll come to your rescue.”

His cock throbbed, his cunt clenched, his body ached for more.

“Don’t… ahh-”

The tip of its tongue prodded at his entrance, gauging resistance.

“A virgin?” it purred. “I couldn’t have asked for the church to send me a better gift.”

Fighting back was useless, so the priest closed his eyes tight and started up another prayer.

“That’s it,” the demon cooed. “What a good boy. So obedient.”

He cursed the creature silently and continued his prayer while it pushed the tip of its tongue just past his entrance. He groaned and balled his hands into fists. Its tongue was far bigger than a human’s, and he’d never had anything inside of him before. The stretch burned, but there was pleasure there as well, and he hated his body for reacting the way it was.

It thrust its tongue in and out, in and out, and then buried it deeper. He cried out at the sharp pain, and then stumbled over his prayer as it hit something inside of him - a sensitive spot that sent pleasure shooting up his spine. Its tongue delved deeper, opening his cunt, curling and uncurling, thrusting, massaging, and pressing again and again and again against that spot.

“Sto-op…” he tried to beg, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Its tongue suddenly retreated until only the tip was inside, and it used the meatiest part to press hard against his cock.

“Ah!” he cried out in surprise as another shock of pleasure flooded his senses.

The demon chuckled low, pleased with the reactions it was pulling out of this man of god. Its hands traveled up his sides and it took a breast in each one, kneading them in its large palms and rolling his nipples between its fingers.

“Fuck-” he swore.

Its tongue plunged deep inside of him once more, all the way, until he could feel its lips and nose against his crotch.

“Such a dirty mouth for someone so pure,” it mocked. “And you pray to your god with that tongue?”

“Shut up,” he tried to command, but it only laughed again.

“Have you given up on your prayers, little priest? I quite liked hearing them.”

Mocking. Always mocking. It should hate his prayers, not like them. It was only driving home the fact that the priest had no power over it, no weapon against it.

“Sing for me, priest.”

He clenched his jaw.

“I said, sing.”

It dug its claws into the sensitive flesh of his breasts, and he hissed in pain. He could feel warm blood pooling beneath its talons and running in rivulets down his sides.

“Our f-father, who… who art i-in…”

“Good boy,” it praised him, purring happily.

It ran its cold hands up and down his sides, and then traced soft spirals into his hips before it removed its tongue entirely. The priest was given only a moment to breathe before it was climbing over him once more. It pressed its lips to his neck, peppering him in soft kisses while one of its hands gave his cock the same treatment it had given his nipples. His body jerked, and a moan escaped his lips. The demon nipped at his collarbone, then soothed the bite with licks. It dipped a finger inside of his cunt just as it latched onto his neck, sucking a deep bruise into his pale flesh. A second finger joined the first, and then a third, stretching him wider than its tongue had.

It’s preparing me, he thought. It’s stretching me open so it can fuck me.

And so it was. It added a final finger, opening and closing them with a scissor-like motion inside of him. And then it curled them harshly upward, pressing hard against that sensitive spot. He felt a spurt of something wet gush from his cunt around the demon’s fingers, earning a pleased rumble from its chest. It curled them again, and again, faster, harder, and the priest’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with pleasure.

There was a tightening in his lower belly, and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking, his walls from clenching, his back from arching. The coil tightened quickly, and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of these sensations, to no avail.

“No, please… Don’t!” he begged. “I can’t!”

He was right on the very edge. One more second, and he’d-

The demon stopped all at once, removing its fingers and its lips, and pushed away from him to stand at the foot of the bed. The priest lay there, quivering and clenching around nothing, his cunt leaking and his chest heaving.

“Silly boy,” the demon chuckled. “You think I’ll let you cum around anything other than my cock?”

It slapped his cunt hard, and the priest cried out in pain. It grabbed his hips and pulled them off the edge of the bed, then settled itself between his legs. He finally got a good look at what he was dealing with. Its cock was as black as the shadows that made up its body, massive - at least the size of his forearm, with a tapered, pointed head and thick, ridged shaft, pronounced veins, and precum leaking from the tip like a faucet. Below them swung enormous balls, bigger than any he’d seen even on the horses in the stable or the bulls in the pasture.

“Please…” he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

“Please?” the demon asked. “Please what?”

It lined up and began to prod at his entrance.

“Please don’t do this…”

It smiled that sharp-toothed smile.

“Ah, and here I thought you were begging me to fuck you.”

He forced the head in all at once, and the priest cried out in pain.

“It won’t fit!” he screamed, but the demon only laughed wickedly.

“I’ll make it fit,” it promised, and forced another inch inside.

The pain was blinding, and he fisted handfuls of the bedding either side of him to ground himself against it.

“You’re so wet, I can slide right inside,” it teased.

Another inch, a wider stretch. The priest saw stars every time he opened his eyes.

“Your body wants me,” it told him. “Otherwise your pelvis wouldn’t be opening so readily my cock.”

He shook his head feverishly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Yes,” it chuckled. “Your pelvis is opening up to allow me easier access, and your wet cunt slicked itself up to make pushing in easier. You want this. You want me.”

It snapped its hips forward, burying itself to the hilt in one swift motion. The priest screamed as it slammed against his cervix, but his voice seemed so far away, muffled by the ringing in his ears. It rutted into him, making itself comfortable inside of his body, the pointed tip of its cockhead nestling itself in the little dimple at the opening of his cervix. The tendril around one of his wrist loosened, and then slipped away, but before he could even think to try and throw a punch, the demon had his wrist in its hand. He was silently grateful for the relief on his shoulder as it guided his hand down, where it pressed his palm against his lower abdomen. There was a bulge there, and it moved beneath his hand as the demon rut into him.

His cock… it’s so big it’s making my stomach bulge…

He clenched involuntarily at the thought.

“You like that?” it purred. “I thought you might.”

It rested its hand over his, preventing him from pulling away.

“Why are you doing this?” the priest asked quietly.

“Why does anyone do anything?” the demon asked in reply. “Because I want to. Hush now,” it growled. “Enjoy it.”

But how could he enjoy anything when he was being violated so thoroughly? His body would never be the same after this. He would never be the same.

It gripped his hips tightly, but the priest didn’t move his hand from the bulge. Instead, he pressed down on it, though he wasn’t sure why. The demon hissed and its hips bucked forward harshly, pushing the priest upward on the bed. It pulled him back down and dug its claws into his thighs.

“If you make yourself tighter, you’re only going to make me want to fuck you harder. Unless that’s what you want?” it smirked.

“No!”

He didn’t know why he pressed down. He didn’t mean to, his hand did it on its own… The demon slid almost all the way out of him, and then pushed back in smoothly. The priest let out a long, low moan. The burning stretch had since given way to a pleasant feeling of fullness, and feeling that bulge in his stomach each time the creature bottomed out was doing something to him, making him feel things he wished he wasn’t feeling.

It pulled out again, then slid in, then out, then in, setting a slow, steady pace, fucking him with its entire length.

“Sto-o-op,” he moaned, the word broken each time its cockhead hit his cervix.

“I don’t think you really want me to,” it chuckled. “I think you want me to make you cum.”

“No…” he whined, even as embers ignited in his belly. “Please, don’t…”

It laughed, low and menacing as it picked up the pace, fucking him harder, faster. It pulled him back against it with each thrust, burying itself as deep as possible, bruising his virgin cervix. Wet squelching and skin slapping against skin filled the air like a song, and the priest’s little whines and moans harmonized beautifully. The embers quickly ignited into a blaze, and the spring began to tighten once more. The demon’s hands slid from his hips. One slipped between his legs to pinch and massage his hot, hard cock, while the other rested once more over the priest’s own.

He didn’t see the demon’s wicked smile, so tightly his eyes were closed, but he felt its thrusts become harsher, faster, until it was fucking him like an animal, growling and panting, warm drool dripping off of its lolling tongue and onto his belly. It pressed down hard on the bulge. The priest released a high-pitched whine at the added pressure, and the demon growled low.

“So fucking tight…” it breathed. “There’s nothing better than an innocent little virgin stretched around my fat cock.”

“Huh- uh….”

He couldn’t seem to form words anymore. His senses had narrowed until all his world consisted of was the monster violating his body and the pleasure radiating from his core.

“S..st-o-o-”

“Hmm? What’s that?” the demon purred. “Use your words.”

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.” His voice broke with each thrust.

“No, I didn’t think so,” it grinned and slammed into him like a jackhammer.

The priest tried to arch his back, but the demon’s hand held him down, and that somehow only made the pleasure more intense.

“No… no, no, no,” he cried with each thrust as he rocketed toward the edge. “No, please!”

He came hard. His entire body tensed and curled in on itself, his cunt clenched and unclenched around the demon’s member, and he threw his head back and cried out. His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out, and his breath caught in his chest. The demon plowed deep, pushed itself in as far as possible, and then stilled as a feral growl rumbled in its throat. He could feel its cock throbbing, feel its heavy balls clenching against his ass as it released inside of him. Its seed was hot, and it flooded his cunt like a waterfall. It painted his walls white and leaked out past the demon’s ridged length to run in rivulets down his ass and pool beneath him, mixing with the slick that had gushed out of him earlier.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and grief, and it was all he could do to choke back his sobs in between gasping for air. He came down from his high much sooner than the demon did. It seemed like an eternity before the flood of cum finally stopped. It rubbed his belly softly over his uterus, thrust gently another couple of times, and then was gone.

The tendrils unwound themselves from around his body, the shadows retreated back into the far corners of the room, and the priest was left alone, a trembling, cum-soaked mess. His joints were sore from the unpleasant position he’d been trapped in for… how long had it been? He pushed himself off of the bed and unsteadily to his feet. It was only as a sliver of sunlight through the curtains lit upon his pale face that he realized it was dawn.

Hours. That creature had violated him for hours. He wiped his tears and used the tattered remains of his vestments to clean himself up before descending the stairs back to the dining room. He got dressed and threw his things together as quickly as he could, then all but sprinted for the door. It slammed behind him of its own accord, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

All he could do was run and hope that whatever dark entity lived within that old stone church decided not to follow him home.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 month

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This 1973 Gothic style home looks like a church on the exterior and it's beautiful. It's located in Oklahoma City, OK, has 5bds, 4ba, .57 acre lot, and it's a pretty reasonable $565K.

The heavy gothic doors are fantastic, aren't they?

Lovely entrance hall with a rounded mezzanine, a little roof, and gothic niche.

Beautiful features.

Now, here's a cool goth feature.

Two-story sunken living room with balconies, a stone wall and fireplace. And, look at the original light fixtures.

The kitchen and dining room are off the living room.

The kitchen has gothic style cabinets and there's also a pantry.

The dining area is in the rounded turret.

I'm not sure what this is. Maybe the formal dining room. The owners painted over this dark wood storage wall to brighten the room up.

Going upstairs to the bedrooms.

The mezzanine will need new flooring.

Cute corner area is basically a flex space.

Lovely area with bookshelves and a fireplace on the mezzanine.

A child's bedroom in the turret with a large bench and storage.

The Primary bedroom suite.

The en-suite bath has a fireplace.

Outdoors there's a covered patio and an inground pool.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/8029-NW-15th-St-Oklahoma-City-OK-73127/21968703_zpid/?

#gothic homes #architecture #houses #house tours #home tour

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yeoosaangg · 8 months

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Church || Kinktober - Day 15

pairing ▸ na jaemin × f!reader

now playing ▸ church - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝and i'll keep leading you on if you keep leading me into your room.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, situationship, smut, angst

warnings ▸ mirror sex, fingering, marking, praise, choking, breeding kink

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

Everyone in your new town warned you - do not get involved with Na Jaemin.

It was odd to be told that right out the gate, but you complied. It was a small town, with one university for the locals to attend if they wish to remain in familiar territory.

You chose this college because it's where your mom grew up. She passed away last year and you wanted to fulfill her wishes of seeing the place.

Your dad wasn't enthusiastic in moving there, but he'll do what your mom said because he still loves her.

And when you met a few people, they'd tell you about everyone's business. Literally.

The head cheeleader? Sleeping with the football coach.

The football captain? Sleeping with the music teacher.

Na Jaemin? Stay away from him.

You listened to your new friends for a while; you did not want to be a part of the drama. But because you were "fresh", you had caught his attention next.

Jaemin: One date. I swear you won't regret it.

Y/n: No thanks. Have a nice day.

He didn't give up until you finally cracked. He took the opportunity to approach you when he found out your friends didn't have classes for the day.

Jaemin: I'm serious, let me take you on a date.

This time around, you caved - only to get him to back off!

But after the one date, you both couldn't stay away from each other. You, because he made you feel alive. Him, because you're the perfect little fuckdoll.

Every other girl in that town was so eager to sleep with him, he did it to shut them up and never go back.

But you, wow you couldn't have been more perfect. A virgin willing to let him teach you how to please him? Why would he ever say no to that?

And then the inevitable happened - you fell in love with him.

You knew, by the caution of others, that he wasn't one for commitment. He'll fuck a girl once and never go back. But you felt special because he did come back. Multiple times, in fact.

Everytime you'd bring up a possible relationship, he shuts it down and distracts you with his kisses.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided cut him off if he wasn't going to take you seriously.

Jaemin: C'mon, angel. Don't throw us away.

Y/n: There is no us, Jaemin. You made sure of that.

And you kept your word. You stopped seeing him in secrecy, occupying yourself with your studies. You even met a guy who makes you laugh and feel important.

And Jaemin made a fool of himself by picking a fight with him during one of the lunch breaks.

Juyeon: What the fuck is your problem, dude?

Jaemin: You're my fucking problem, Lee Juyeon. Stay the fuck away from Y/n.

Juyeon: Why should I? Because she agreed to go on a date with me after rejecting you for months?

Jaemin: She's mine. I don't fucking share.

Juyeon: She's no one's property, Na. No wonder she hates you.

That set Jaemin off. He doesn't even know what he's doing, all he knows is he's angry and Juyeon's his target. Lefts and rights collide onto his jaw, drawing blood.

It wasn't until he heard your voice that he finally stops beating the man to a pulp.

Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jaemin: Baby, I can expl-

Y/n: Shut up. Just stay the fuck away from me.

You crouch down, helping Juyeon to his feet. You were going to accompany him to the infirmary, but Jaemin wasn't having it.

You yelp when he lifts you off the ground, making his way out of the dining hall and out to the student parking lot. He opens his car and makes sure to put your seatbelt on.

You try to get out, but the door stays locked. Did he child proof it? Such an asshole.

All your friends were in distress as they saw you trying to get out. Jaemin drives off in the direction of his apartment that no one knew belongs to him.

No one except you.

Y/n: Jaemin, please. Just forget about me.

Jaemin: You're fucking crazy if you think I'll listen to that stupid request. I don't want other men touching what's mine.

Y/n: I'm not yours.

Jaemin: Why do you keep saying that? I'm the one that took your virginity, first kiss, first everything! That makes you mine.

Y/n: No, it doesn't. It just means I trusted you at the time.

Jaemin: You don't trust me now?

Y/n: Not with the way you're acting.

If you weren't looking at him, you'd miss the tears streaming down his face.

He never cries.

Jaemin: Baby, please don't say things like that. It hurts to hear you say you don't trust me.

Y/n: Why are you crying? You don't even care about me the way I needed you to.

Jaemin: I want to.

What?

Jaemin: I want to care about you that way, but I don't know how. You're the first girl I've ever felt something more with than just lust. And it fucking terrifies me. But when you left? I felt like I was dying, angel.

This can't be happening right now.

He pulls into the apartment complex's parking garage, and both of you just sit in silence until he speaks up.

Jaemin: Please don't leave me.

Y/n: I can't keep doimg this with you, Jaemin.

Jaemin: Why not?

He looks so sad, an emotion he never displays. You don't want to give in, in case it's all an act.

Y/n: You don't like me that way, Jaemin.

Jaemin: And how would you know that?

You don't, but if he did he would've asked you out when you voiced your affection.

Jaemin: Come upstairs with me. I'll show you that I'm serious about this.

You should've known better than to listen because now he has you on our knees in front of a large, full length mirror.

Jaemin: Remember that conversation we had when we started this?

Y/n: How could I forget?

He asked you what your biggest fantasy in bed was, so you naturally replied with the truth - to be fucked in front of a mirror.

He never gave you that fantasy back then, just stored the information for later.

Your breath hitches when he starts to undress you.

He pauses a bit when he senses your hesitation. Despite his past actions, he meant everything he said on the way there.

Jaemin: Do you want this?

Y/n: Yes.

Jaemin: Are you sure?

Y/n: I want to see if you're telling the truth.

He tries to smile, but it just falls.

He knows it's going to take a lot more than just fucking you to show that he's serious about you. He'll gladly spend months, even years, proving himself to you.

Jaemin continues to undress you, touching everywhere with such tenderness. He usually gets straight to the point and fucks you dumb.

But this wasn't just any rendezvous hookup, you're his everything. And he wants to show you that.

He starts fondling your breasts, using his fingers to stimulate your nipples.

You hate how his touch instantly relaxes you. You don't want to admit it, but you've missed him.

Jaemin: I've never had someone consume every part of my mind, body, and soul the way you have, princess. But, fuck, I don't want that to stop.

Y/n: Really?

Jaemin: Mhm. I can't lose you again, baby. I was already feeling crazy this time around. Next time, I fear I'll do something reckless.

Y/n: You think there'll be a next time?

Jaemin: I have to be realistic. This is all new to me, and I'm bound to make mistakes. But I hope you can find it in your heart to see that I'm trying. For you.

You lay your head against his shoulder, grinding down on his clothed erection.

Y/n: We'll figure it out if the time comes. For now, show me that you mean what you're saying.

He nods, kissing you deeply as his hand travels down to your clit. A moan falls passed your lips - right next to his ear - from finally being touched.

He slides his finger up and down your folds, loving the way your eyes are trained at the mirror. He can see you biting your bottom lip at the sight.

He shoves two fingers inside, making you choke on your moan. He just pumps his fingers rapidly, eventually adding another.

Jaemin: Keep looking, baby. Want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.

He starts painting your neck with lots of dark marks, staring at you through the mirror. You cum all over his fingers and the floor.

Jaemin: Beautiful.

You watch yourself catch your breath, a smile curling at the corners of your lips. That was so hot, you want more.

He undresses himself, and then positions himself right behind you. He hooks his arm to both of yours, lining his hard cock to your pussy.

Jaemin: Do not look away. Want you to see just how much of a goddess you are when I fuck you. Can you do that for me, angel?

You nod, wiggling your ass so he can put it in already.

He chuckles, bottoming out with no hesitation. He knows you can take his big size perfectly.

You watch yourself ceumble as his thrusts get rougher and slower. He wants you to feel his cock stretching your gummy walls - and, fuck, do you feel it.

Jaemin: You look so pretty taking all of my cock, princess.

He reaches around to hold you by the throat, letting go of your arms in the process. You scream, cumming again from the sensitivity.

He doesn't stop ramming his dick into you, loving the way your face is contorting to one of pure pleasure.

The way he's choking you forces the eye contact you have to make through the mirror. You love the way he's also moaning along with you - usually he grunts quietly.

Jaemin: You're doing so good, baby. Love the way your cunt begs for my cock. Did you miss me, too?

Y/n: So much!

It was hard to speak with his hand around your throat, so a short and simple answer will suffice. He didn't mind, though - your eyes tell him everything.

Jaemin: You want to cum again, don't you? Go ahead, love. Cum all over my cock.

It was like his words activated another orgasm. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs and onto his.

You feel him fill you up, moaning as the warm liquid paints your gummy walls.

But he still wasn't done.

He pushes your head down onto the ground, chin up so you can still see yourselves.

Jaemin: Gonna get you pregnant, angel. Fill you up so no other man thinks he has a chance with you. They're gonna see how happy we are and get jealous.

You moan, clenching around his cock. You honestly love that idea more than you should.

Jaemin: You like that, don't you princess? Then I'll make it happen.

He continues to pound your pussy, the position allowing him to fuck you deeper than ever. He just abuses your hole until you're filled with three loads of his kids.

He kisses your shoulders, winking at you while his hips smack against your ass.

Jaemin: Look at you falling apart, baby. Think you can cum for me one more time?

Y/n: Mhm.

You can't even speak anymore with how good his cock is opening you up. You both cum one last time, staying in the position until he can properly pull out.

Jaemin: Keep your ass up. Don't want to watch anymore cum escape.

All you could do was listen because your body was twitching from getting fucked dumb by him.

He comes back and gently inserts a plug in your cunt, kissing in between your thighs to help distract you.

Jaemin: I'm running a bath. I'll take good care of you, my princess.

You just let him carry you into the bathroom.

He doesn't get in the tub with you, choosing to focus on you instead. He washes your hair and body so delicately, you'd think he was handling glass.

Y/n: Is it too soon to say the L word?

He freezes for a moment before he smiles at you.

Jaemin: Yeah. But I'll let you know when we can, okay?

Y/n: Okay.

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a/n: yeah, i jinxed myself. gonna go sleep (,,•﹏•,,) thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ it’s cold here without you ⇨ e. williams

ellie williams x afab!reader

wc: 6k

part 1.5 | part two | masterlist

summary: after Ellie manages to finally get you to pose for her after arriving in Jackson months ago, you two attend the winter dance and it’s then that you realize you might like ellie as more than just a friend…

cw: bff!ellie, mutual pining, jealousy, drug use (weed), alcohol consumption, inexperienced reader, artist!ellie, some fluff, edging (r!receiving kinda), love confessions, making out in semi public space (???) basically grumpy x sunshine, gardener!reader —lmk if there are more tags to add pls—

a/n: this was going to be angsty and sad but then this just happened so enjoy! (please be nice this is my first public wlw post and first fic i’ve been proud of in a minute so pls, pls just don’t be mean. i’ve been so nervous to post this all week help) proofread but there’s probably still some mistakes tbh

From the moment you walked into Jacksons gates, Ellie knew something. Something so small rang in her ears. So much so it almost hurt, it made her want to wince at the sight of you like you were a walking orb of fire and you had just exploded right in front of her.

She knew when you met Shimmer for the first time, she knew in the dining hall, and at the library and the school and the church. Especially at the church. She knew she would never be able to let you go. But she knew she would have to, eventually.

You spun slowly around in Ellie’s desk chair, your head resting back as the smoke filled your lungs more and more with each rotation.

“Please. I don’t want to go alone, I won’t know anyone else there.” you say up into the ceiling while you wait for a response. You hear the crackle of weed burning straight through Ellie’s chest before anything else.

Her voice drops a little low when she finally speaks, the smoke falling from her lips like fog rolling over a still lake. “I’m sure Dina will be there. And Jesse. And literally everyone else.” Ellie was stretched out on the futon from across the room, caring less about the stupid winter dance.

You look at her then, a little dizzy and absolutely appalled that she wouldn’t want to go and watch people get drunk and dance to No Scrubs while high out of your minds.

She was never the type for large happy gatherings, but you figured she would go if she got to sit and watch for entertainment.

“Not everyone.” you whispered to yourself with a quick raise of your eyebrow before glancing at your hands quick enough to avoid Ellie's eyes that were suddenly boring into you.

Ellie sat up; the joint now glued to her lips.

“It’s a fuckin’ winter dance. In the Church. C’mon, how fun could it really be?”

You look up. Seeing how her eyes never left your face. Like you were meeting her there, through a dirty window with the reflection of her hazily standing beside you. A window that hasn't been buffed out yet, just a little foggy. Just a little.

“Well, it would be more fun if you went with me. Please. Just for an hour? Then we can come back here and do whatever you wanna do. Even if it's just sitting around. And you can draw me… if you want to.” you added the last part in a hushed tone, like the words were timid to come out.

But you had been secretly hoping she would since you got here.

You loved watching her draw, her fingers tracing over the paper so gently, like it was skin. Almost like it was yours. You wished it was… sometimes.

She looked away from you, drawing in another drag before she rested her elbows on her knees, legs spread wide.

Ellie had been wanting to draw you since the day you got here. The shape of your hips and the slope of your neck had haunted her pages for months. Erasing and sketching them again and again from memory. She wouldn’t let the opportunity pass her up and spit her out.

She sighed, trying to gauge if you had really meant it. Your tell wasn’t working since you were already beat red from just offering yourself up.

“Fine. Let’s just do it now, while we have time to spare.” was what she said instead, swallowing back her excitement and clearing her throat.

Ellie reaches over to you, handing you the joint and gently flexes her hand in your direction to tell you to finish it.

There wasn’t much left, maybe a little more than a roach. You took it from her a little eagerly, wanting the smoke to smooth your lungs and the quickend beat in your chest caused by Ellie’s hand grazing yours.

It didn’t take very long or much for you to feel it. You were such a lightweight.

Ellie of course found it hilarious when she realized. Catching on and laughing at you from across the room when you started giggling at the word “Infectious.”

Maria had said your laugh was “infectious” in the stables and considering the circumstances, it was true. Only, this time Ellie wasn’t immune to it. She had followed suit and ducked her head over her shoulder away from you to collect herself while shimmer groaned in relief.

“It’s just so—“ you cut yourself off, burying your face in your knees while sitting on the floor against the side of Ellie’s bed frame.

The distance was necessary since you had only met a few days prior.

Ellie looked up at you, with her brows pulled together in confusion before she put two and two together.

“Wait. Are you high?” she asked with a chuckle.

The room was clouded with a thin layer of smoke, barely enough to be able to see to the naked eye.

Your eyes had shot open wide, terrified.

“You are! Holy shit, this is good.” her voice carved the words into you then, the goosebumps running through your legs until they reached your core and exploded there with millions of needles with nowhere to go. You were soaked.

Ellie hadn’t laughed that hard in a minute, with her hand flat on her stomach to try and help the coiling feeling deep in her stomach.

“That’s fucking hilarious.” she murmured, her head falling back against the futon before taking a hit so big her cheeks had funneled in.

“Shut up.”

You were bright red with embarrassment and Ellie couldn’t look you in the eye without the image burning into her mind for the next week.

You think back on it now and what took place only a few hours before, letting a dry chuckle fall from your lips and echo into the quiet of the room.

Ellie’s still for a moment, but then joins in and laughs hard enough for her body to jolt with each exhale.

“What?” her tell floats to the surface immediately as she wipes the bow above her lip nervously.

“Do… do you remember that one time–” You stifle back a small laugh with your hand, slightly doubled over in the chair and your other flat against the coffee table for support.

“What?” she asks again, an unsteady smile creeping its way in.

“When… when we were– I can’t!” you confess, letting out a burst of laughter and slowly sliding down onto the floor.

“What?!” Ellie exclaims, a laugh finally falling from her lips while her hands tense out in front of her.

“When we were in the stab… stables. And I met Shimmer? And then I was petting her ears and all of this sudden, she rips absolute ass! Do you remember that?!” you let out a laugh, deeper from within your stomach causing you to hold onto it with both hands as the giggles ate you alive.

Ellie lets the smile on her face break, and then after hearing you kick your feet against the floor she erupts too, leaning over a bit to join in.

“You got so scared!” she exclaims, which only sends you further into a fit of laughter, breathing heavily for a few seconds and then starting right back up again.

“It was… It was so loud! An– and long?!?”

Ellie eventually joins you on the floor, laughing hard enough to where a vein is popping from her neck, just noticeable enough to where if you reached your hand out to touch it, you could even feel her pulse.

She looks over at you, seeing your eyes pinched shut and your smile wider than she’s ever seen it before. It was incredible.

As your laughter subsides, your eyes find their way to Ellie’s. Watching you, of course.

“Oh,” you say with the smallest giggle attached, then letting it fall away to join the burning embers that lifted the hair off your skin.

She smiled at you, fully now with no hesitation. “Can I draw you?” she asked, not looking away once. Her voice became a little rusted, and it chipped on its way out of her throat like a stone on pavement.

You fought the urge to crack. “Sure.” you said instead, and looked away from her quickly just to pull your eyes back to her slightly parted lips.

Ellie’s smile faltered a moment, resting on her side next to you. She didn't want to get up. She wanted to keep this image of you alive inside her head for the rest of her life. She wanted to keep you forever. Obviously she knew she couldn’t. She’d fuck it up sooner or later.

“What?” you ask, gaping at her with so much love plastered on your cheeks it almost looked fake. Too saturated. Too real. Ellie had the urge to swipe the pad of her thumb across it just to see if it would smudge. She knew it wouldn’t. She just wanted an excuse.

Instead, Ellie glanced away –finally– and lifted a hand to the right side of your face, tucking a single strand of hair behind your ear gently. You froze.

“Just um, put this right here.” she whispered.

Her eyes were glued on yours. The beautiful emerald that made your heart freeze in time just jumped into a millions beats per minute with the touch of her hand alone.

Ellie’s hand was still hovering over your jaw, like she was afraid you would fade away if she let you go.

But she had to. She knew that, some part of her had to know that.

Her hand fell back at her side, and Ellie cleared her throat one more time.

“Um, stay just stay how you are. I’ll draw you just like this, yeah?” you were too stunned to speak, so you nodded once and swallowed back the butterflies that had just burst in your stomach.

“Okay.” you could hear the smile in her voice as she got up on her feet in one quick motion, leaving you to stare mindlessly at the door.

You felt like you were posing naked for her somehow, like she had stripped you clean and she would be basing her art off of you. You hated how self conscious you suddenly felt, but selfishly you loved how excited she got.

And just like that, you're burning up again, your cheeks catch the flint and light is bursting from beneath your skin.

You smother it. You act calm, and cool, and not like you are the horniest you've ever been around someone you could never have.

You don’t move a muscle when Ellie sets down pads of paper, jars of brushes, ink, parchment paper, water color, and charcoal all within a minute or two and is sitting down next to you again.

She put her hands to her mouth, unable to keep her excitement hidden. “Okay. Um. Just, uh, yeah just stay exactly how you are. Try not to move. Or laugh.” you can’t help but let the smirk sink into your face before playfully scoffing under your breath.

You followed her instructions word for word. You didn’t move. No matter how badly you had to pee. You wouldn’t move until she was done.

And so far, it felt like you had been posing for what felt like 2 hours based on how many pieces of paper Ellie had already used, and the fact that the water was completely dark with no more room for ink. Or that her fingers were coated in charcoal and it had smudged on her face as she tried relentlessly to keep the stray hair behind her ear.

But you watched her. You watched her hands dance across the paper like skin. Your skin. –on paper anyway– You noticed her tongue dipping in and out of her mouth as she concentrated on capturing the curve of your arm and the texture of your jeans that made you want to crawl out of them.

Ellie couldn't get the images of you on paper fast enough. There were so many. She had to get it absolutely perfect: the slope of your nose, your crooked hairline caused from laying on your side, the delicacy of your fingers as they rested on the curve of your hip. She had to get all of them out right now or else she would have to keep memorizing and sketching and staring.

Secretly, she wanted to keep a few for herself too. To remind herself that you were real, and that she had you at one point. Ellie only had so much ink and charcoal left, but she didn’t care, she would use it all. She would draw you a million times if it meant you would look at her like this just one more time. She would do anything… anything for you. If she just had the chance, she’d take it. Instead of running away to catch the lungs that were sprinting away from her.

But she would try, with all the power and love she's ever had. She would give it all to you, and you wouldn’t even have to ask. Ellie would give it up willingly, she would beg you to take it from her and say “I don't know what to do with it.”

“Hm?” you ask from your position on the floor. “Do with what?” and her eyes flickered towards you.

She forgot you were really there. That you weren’t another dream. That you could see her.

Ellie cleared her throat and her voice broke when she spoke again.

“Um, the drawing. It’s done. I don’t know what to do with it.” she looked at you one last time before you shot up from the floor and sat next to her.

“Can I see it?!” you said, cheery like a child who had just had their picture taken in a cardboard cutout stand.

“Yeah.”

Ellie turned the pad over to you, and just when she thought she hated it you covered your mouth with both hands and let in a sharp inhale.

You were quiet for a moment, and Ellie was still a little worried you saw right through her until you turned to look at her with tears pooling in your eyes.

“Oh, Ellie. Holy shit. This is the best one yet.”

She let herself feel a little proud then, a smile fighting its way onto her face once again. She never knew why she was always fighting it, it would happen nearly every single time.

“That’s just because I made you look so good.” and she nudged you a little.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m serious. It’s beautiful Els.” and you turned away to look back at the drawing before blinking away the tears in your eyes.

There’s a moment there, where the two of you are staring at… you. “No one’s ever drawn me before. It's weird looking at myself like this.” and you then felt Ellie’s eyes burn the side of your face, begging for you to look at her.

You tilt your head slightly, not stripping your eyes away from the page until the very last second.

Ellie was blushing. She was fucking blushing.

She looked away the second your eyes had found hers.

“Here, you can have it.” and she folded the page into your hand and held it there for a beat.

A beat too long.

The glass was clearing up, the fog dissipating into thin air at lightning speed.

You cleared your throat in hopes to silently slice the tension that was building around the two of you.

“Thanks.” you let your eyes fall to your lap. “We should uh, probably get ready.”

Ellie looks away again, patting her thighs as she exhales swiftly. “Yeah. Yeah, let's do it.”

“Come on, I don’t wanna be the last one there! It’s already started.”

You leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, actually watching Ellie fix her hair. It was pulled back into a low bun, and the layered pieces kept falling forward, not wanting to swoop back with the rest of it.

“I just, I can’t get this fucking— oh, god dammit!” she exclaimed, letting her hands fly out at her sides and grip the edge of the bathroom counter to take a breath.

“Here, let me help you.”

You took a step off the frame, pulling a pin from your hair and gently stepping up to Ellie to slide the pin into place. You must have accidentally got her scalp because she squeezed one eye shut and let a small wince escape her lips.

“Sorry.” you said, and tapped the pin to make sure it was snug.

You felt Ellie’s eyes on you from the reflection of the mirror. Of course. They were burning into you like the reflection of a magnifying glass.

Ellie’s hands grip harder on the countertop, watching your delicate fingers play with the pin. Collecting strands of her hair and then gently sweeping them behind it as gently as she can so as not to poke you again.

“Thanks.” she says instead, and lets go of the counter with a gentle push. Her hands have a red mark from her grip that when she flexes her hands, she feels her skin pull with resistance.

“Yeah.” you look away, even though you feel the warmth radiating off of her. Sending something through you.

“Okay. Let's go before we’re stuck outside. I heard they are checking for ID." There's a joke somewhere in her voice, but it gets buried by the sudden feeling of your hand twisted in yours.

“Ellie, your hand is freezing.” you say, entirely missing the joke she was trying to make and placing your other hand around hers.

She looked down to see her hand barely covered by both of yours, and she lets the feeling of your skin melt into hers like molten lava.

She was always lighting you on fire. Now, you were warming her up, meeting her halfway.

The dance was better than Ellie had expected. The room was full of people in cowboy boots and actually square dancing. Not just in the movies like she thought.

And you were smiling from ear to ear, happy to see so many people laughing and having fun while they still could. So of course Ellie was happy to be there. She fucking lived to see you smile like you were right now.

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want anything?” Ellie said against your neck, yelling over the music.

“No! I’m gonna dance.” and she nodded, eager to let go of your hand. She didn’t want to lose you in the crowd. She didn’t want to lose you, period. But of course, she would eventually.

Your hand fell from hers as you made your way into the line dance, knocking your feet back and forth on its heel and toe while clapping your hands along to the music that was actually ‘not that bad’.

Ellie’s standing at the bar, a drink in her hand with no intention of actually drinking it. She wasn’t that big a drinker, but she wanted to keep herself busy while trying so hard not to stare at you from across the room.

It wasn't working, obviously.

She was actually glad she came, because she had never seen you this… bright. You were floating across the dancefloor like some kind of angel. She couldn’t place you. Not here anyway. You looked so out of place, with your smile wide and cheeks completely beet red from dancing, it's like you were more saturated than everyone else, like you were literally glowing.

She snaps out of it when she sees you heading over to her, a smile plastered on your face and sweat beading just above your top lip.

“Oh jeez, they weren’t kidding.” you say to her, out of breath and laughing a little.

“Who?” she asks.

“Tommy and Maria. When we were all putting the flyers up they said it would definitely be an owl here.” and you couldn’t keep it together, laughing into your hand and leaning forward into Ellie’s shoulder.

“That… was terrible.” she smirks.

She loved it.

You pull back, flexing your hands out wide at your sides before letting out a short exhale. “No, but seriously. You guys might not party very often, but when you do it gets crazy. I was drowning out there!”

“You seemed to be doing fine to me.” Ellie offered up. She was flushed.

“Oh yeah? You try going out there. It’s not as easy as it looks.” and you tilted your head playfully, emphasizing your point.

She looked down at her glass then, breaking away quick enough to avoid your eyes.

“That’s what I thought. Now, where is the bathroom?”

And Ellie took the smallest sip from her glass just before pointing to her right and bending her wrist the same direction. “Through the doors and on the right.”

You smiled at her, touching her arm with clammy hands. “Hey, dance with me when I come back?” your grasp on her was slipping away, waiting for her answer before letting go completely.

“Yeah. Sure.”

You beamed, completely unable to hide it this time. You thought you maybe didn’t have to, that you would maybe… finally… be able to clean this goddamn window for good.

You call out to her before disappearing, “Oh hey, you were right! Dina’s here!”

The second Ellie registers what you said, suddenly Dina has appeared into thin air and is dancing with someone a few feet away.

And again, a few moments later, Jesse appears from your left, a matching glass in his hand.

“She’s uh… putting on quite the show.” he says, and it's then that she looks up at her, watching as she gets dipped and the music fades out.

“I give you guys two weeks until you're back together.” and she chuckles.

“Not gonna happen.”

She looks away from him briefly, glancing into her drink that’s gone warm.

“She uh, say something to you?” Jesse asks before looking at her again.

“Make it one week.”

While Ellie’s attention is turned towards Jesse, just then Dina comes over and draws it back toward her.

“Ellie, hey!”

Jesse adjusts his posture, standing taller. It’s so obvious he wants her back.

Dina takes the drink from your hand, shooting it back and placing it on the bar behind you with a thud.

“Dina.” he says, lifting his glass, almost like he was offering it up to her.

“Jesse.” is all she says instead, eyeing him slowly.

“C’mon,” she says, and grabs Ellie’s hand.

“Wait, I was gonna–” but it's no use, because Jesse is talking over you from the bar.

“Hey! Don’t forget we're headin’ out early, so get some rest!” and before Ellie can even look back at him all the way, Dina is already talking again.

“Yes sir.”

Ellie is looking down at her feet, trying not to trip over them as Dina continues to pull her farther into the crowd of people.

“You're such a dick.” she murmured.

Dina’s hands fell easily on her shoulders moments after she placed Ellie’s on her waist.

Just then, you came out from the bathroom trying to pick through the crowd to find her, seeing the empty glass and missing spot from the bar.

You make your way over to Jesse, who you were kind of surprised to see there since he wasn’t much of a partier.

You go to ask where Ellie went, if she had somehow missed her walking into the bathroom… but the words die in your throat when you see her smack dead in the middle of the floor, with Dina rubbing her cheek against Ellie’s and a sly smile on her face.

“I hate these things.” Jesse said.

You glance over at him, noticing he was watching Ellie and Dina too.

“Tell me about it.” you say, looking back at Dina.

She has her arm wrapped around Ellie’s neck, a single hand pulling the same strand of hair that has been falling out of place all day.

The same one you pinned. The same girl who had drawn you just 2 hours ago.

The same girl… that was kissing Dina.

She… she kissed her.

Your windows shattered, shards falling to the floor like needles and with the heartbeat that had been run over and sliced clean in half.

You feel yourself wince at the sight, and before you think twice, you're up from the bar and leave through the back.

You fucking blew it.

Ellie’s hands were stuffed deep inside her pockets, walking around Jackson like a lost puppy.

She hadn’t seen you since the dance. Which to you both felt like a lot longer.

She looked for you afterward, apologizing to Dina before pulling away from her to ask if anyone had seen where you went, if anyone saw you leave with Jesse and wondering what the fuck just happened.

When you got home, the second you closed the door behind you you couldn't help but let the hot tears stream down your frosted cheeks.

You had tried so hard, so hard to let Ellie see how much of her you liked, and completely obvious you made it seem.

You posed for her. Not naked, but the act still made you think it was worth something. So much so that when you pulled her drawing from your backpocket, slightly smudged from dancing all night and when you had pulled it out on your way home contemplating throwing it away.

You shoved it under your pillow instead, climbing in bed shortly after and rocking yourself to sleep and trying to get the image of Ellie’s lips out of your mind.

Ellie showed up the next morning, knocking on your locked bedroom door.

It had scared her, how raw her voice sounded, and how at the same time it had never sounded softer than when she said “Hey, you in there?”

And when you didn’t reply, you could hear her let out a small sigh before stepping away from the door.

You pulled your covers tight over your head and shut your eyes tight with regret.

Eventually, you realized you had to get up to go to work. It was cold out, but luckily you had gotten to work in the greenhouse since it was a low leveled job and you enjoyed it. Plus the warmth helped too.

The greenhouse door was cracked open by a hair, a dead giveaway you were inside. You still never figured out how to latch it all the way closed, and it seemed to get heavier each time you went to move it.

Ellie pulled her lip to the side, nibbling nervously on the inside of her cheek. She felt so fucking stupid, letting Dina kiss her like that. Letting her dance with her. She was such a fuck up, as per usual.

She was walking around aimlessly, bored, and confused.

She didn't know what to do without you. It was so routine with the two of you.

You would meet Ellie at the stables after her patrol shift was over (which was usually in the mornings) and then you would hang out together at hers. And she would usually find you in the dining hall or the library if you were scheduled there.

But since the dance, she hadn’t known where you were, and it's like she had never been to this version of Jackson without you in it.

She had, years ago, but she could never remember what it was really like. Almost as if it didn’t really exist without you.

And just as she was about to head home, with the sun barely peeking out from behind the clouds, she spotted the multiple greenhouses. With one in particular that had a light striking a clear view of you inside.

Ellie pulled her hands from her pockets, a close lipped smile breaking on her face instantly.

She nudged the door with her body and her head barely visible to you from the other side.

But you felt her there. You didn’t know how, but you could tell she was standing outside the door before you saw her.

“Holy shit it's warm in here. Now I see why you always pick this over patrol.” and she watched as you plucked leaves from the tarragon plant.

“What are you doing?” you asked, not looking at her.

Your hands started to shake mildly, and you tried not to give into her eyes that burned a hole in your heart.

“Looking for you. I Thought I’d find you here.” she said, closing the door all the way (of course she'd be able to) and fumbled with her hands, a little nervous.

“I’m almost done here. I just need to take these clippings and a few other things.” your hands carry a tremble now, and Ellie can see it.

She takes a step closer to you, and it's unavoidable not to look at her now.

“Can we talk about last night?” Ellie asks with her hand flat against the workbench and her brows are pulled together in a frown.

“There's nothing to talk about. I just… I wanted to go home. I didn’t wanna bother you and Dina. you seemed like you were having fun.” as you tied the twine around the clippings, Ellie's hand covered yours on an exploded scale.

You turn your head, looking at her and seeing right through her.

“C’mon. Don’t be like that. Dina… was just being Dina. She didn’t mean anything by it.” Ellie's thumb started to form small circles on your skin, drawing you in, inch by inch.

Ellie took a small step toward you, her other hand reaching up and cooling the burning of your neck.

She leaned in toward you, and her lips grazed yours before kissing you softly. It was wrong, it was so so wrong.

You closed your eyes and a single tear rolled down your cheek fast enough to transfer to Ellie’s.

You pull your hand back from hers, taking a complete step backward and trying to conceal the tears that wanted to run down your cheeks freely.

“Do you like me, Ellie?”

The words had shocked the look off her face, only for her to reposition her brows into a confused glare.

“What?”

“Do you like me.” and there is a quiver in your voice. Her figure becomes blurry, but before she disappears completely you tilt your head and wipe your tears on the sleeve of your shirt.

“I– Yeah. Yeah, I like you. Why would I kiss you if I didn’t like you?”

“Why would Dina?”

Her head drops down between her shoulders as she sighed. She didn’t know. She didn’t. But she knew that she would rather freeze to death than lose you, she knew that much.

She pulled her lips between her teeth “I– I don’t know. I- She- Dina kissed me, okay? And she asked me to dance. I didnt– I wanted to dance with you, I wanted to…” she couldn’t say it.

“What?”

“I wanted to kiss you, alright. I wanted to even before then. Before the dance or before the stables. From the moment you got here I knew. I just didn’t know. I do now, I swear.”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to say everything, anything. Your lips were sealed with hot tears streaming down your face.

“Can you say something?” Her voice is merely a whisper like a jagged piece of ice dragging across your skin just light enough to form goosebumps.

You pinch your eyes shut and let your hands shakily wipe the salt water from your face.

“I– I… Ellie. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, this…”

She takes a small step toward you, grabbing a hold of your wrists gently enough for your back to meet the opposite wall of the greenhouse and boxing you in around the floor to ceiling plants that were on either side of you.

“Just, say something, please.” Ellie gave your wrists a little shake, freeing them from your face.

She looked worried now, and the thought of her thinking you didn’t like her sent a strike of sadness through you.

You move your hands fully away from your face and let them fall at your sides, lacing your fingers with Ellie’s slowly. She’s looking down at them, and swinging them softly from side to side.

“I… I liked you too. From the beginning I mean. In the dining hall when you sat next to me. I liked you then, I still do.” you confessed.

You felt the fire in your cheeks and you couldn’t meet Ellie’s eyes and you made way with her chest.

She leaned down an inch to place her forehead together with yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You let out a breath, a scoff even. “I tried! I was trying this entire time. And plus, you just said you realized you liked me. I wasn’t sure.”

Her words rang through you. You shook with anticipation.

“Is that why you left last night? Because you were jealous?” and Ellie’s voice rose to a mocking tone, tugging on your hands in a playful manner.

“Shut up. I was not.” and you look away, the smile bolted across your face proudly.

“You were! Say it, say it please! Tell me how jealous you were. C’mon, tell me tell me tell me!”

And it's then that you smash your lips against Ellie’s to meet her halfway with just the very tip of your toes.

Her lips were warm with lust, her hands breaking from yours to find the soft spots behind your ears with a swipe. Ellie exhaled into your mouth immediately and your head met the back wall of the greenhouse with a soft thud.

Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging for entrance that was obviously unnecessary by how quickly you parted your lips for her. She rubbed slow circles over your jaw, and soon enough her hand was traveling down the curve of your hip and squeezing there. Just enough to express a moan from you.

Ellie smirked against your lips, drawing back for a breath before kissing you harder now, not hesitating or double checking for dominance. You were absolutely floored.

Your shirt had ridden up just mere inches, and her hand was met with the small piece of bare flesh there, causing you to let in a sharp inhale through your nose.

Both of Ellie’s hands are playing with the button of your jeans, fighting to get them undone and pulled down just below your pulsing cunt.

Once her hand finally finds the band of your underwear, it's over. You were already completely unfolding right in front of her.

Your mouth falls open, and a moan slips from your lips, a little louder now as you arch your back to be flush with Ellie. She bends back the band of elastic, traveling down to reach the very top of your pussy she can already feel how wet you are for her.

Just then, both of your hands fly to grip her inked forearm. A silent warning.

“Your hand… ‘s cold.” is all you can make out.

Ellie pulls back to take a look at you. You're absolutely flushed. “D’you want me to stop?” It was genuine. She wanted this to be perfect for you. She wanted to get it right.

“I– I want to keep going, but I-” and Ellie uncoiled her hand from beneath your pants to rest it on your hip.

“I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.” she let her arms straighten against you, waiting for you to reply.

“I’m ready. Really. I just don’t really wanna… do it here. It’s kinda dirty. And also probably illegal. And I really do have to take that stuff in.”

Ellie smiled. “You’re cute. Why don’t we take them together, and then, if you want, we can go hang out at mine?”

You looked at her with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

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liannelara-dracula · 10 months

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Where they like to do it?

description: basically locations where the diaboys would have sex with their lover/gf.

note** Obviously the bed is a common spot so I won't mention it for all.

hi all, I thought this would be really fun to talk about. I came up with it a week ago in my bed, laying down out of pure boredom, and decided to work on it today. So just a gift to you all with me being busy consistently.

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slight nsfw

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Sakamaki

Shu:

on the living room sofa

and if his brothers walk in its a plus for him

he's too lazy to move

Another common place is his room either on the bed or the floor.

music room

Mausoleum bc if he's there and you're there, he's too lazy to move

plus there are plenty of benches to sit on there and with the cold stone hitting your skin he can see your reaction.

(That one episode in season one of DL, we see Shu in a Mausoleum in which he is greeted by Yui. Since it's one of the places he goes to outside of the mansion, it's possible he'd have sex there if he happened to find himself there)

Reiji:

Normally his bed

but if you push him or its a full moon, its his lab

And if he gets really bold he'll leave the door slightly open

Just so if his brothers walk by they can hear and slightly witness his dearest underneath him.

Other times it's against his bookshelf

Or on his work desk/lab bench

Bathtub--he will casually walk in on you having a warm bath and from helping you clean to fingering you and then it goes further than that.

And then very rarely the shower.

dining room after all his brothers have left for the 'monthly dinner party' that they have and you are left to help clean up, he can't keep to himself because of your nice dress and appearance.

Laito:

anywhere...

Church, it was wrong😭

school--the locker room

Piano and piano bench and just the music room in the mansion itself.

By the fireplace

the school rooftop

Kanato:

his room usually on the bed with the millions of pillows he has to support his princess's body

out by a lake with moonlight (canon) so on the grass

outside of his room in the hall (wall sex)

And if his brothers see him, he absolutely loves it.

the balcony against the railing or on the wall (not in a way that you'd fall, he's too careful)

the rose garden

graveyard (mostly does this with a bride)

scheduled room in school

his doll room (with a bride only)

Ayato:

he's an almost anywhere kind of guy, but unlike Laito he has some limits.

the pool area in the mansion

school locker room and empty classroom

the gym matt

his closet

in one of the dungeon cells (with a bride only)

Subaru:

in a subaru, kill me

the rose garden up against the wall of the mansion.

his coffin

the shower

no bed, unless its yours

he's pretty private about this since he won't want his brothers to watch

but if he's certain no one is around he will do it somewhere at school

Kino:

his gaming room... where ever that may be...

this guy probably lives under a bridge

locker room

closet, anywhere sneaky tbh

really similar to Ayato because they have the same places it's not surprising if they have run into each other.

Mukami

Ruki:

the red room ;)

against the bookshelf

the school library

kitchen

in front of the mirror

bathroom counter/mirror

by the dresser in your bedroom, or behind the dividers used when you are changing into clothes.

limo, when none of his brothers are there or if you're leaving school early

your parent's house, if he was over and meeting them and felt needy with you around.

Yuma:

his garden

the shed!

up against a tree

grass fields

on a boat, if there is a lake nearby the mansion he has a small boat there and you can best bet you two have done it there a few times

especially when his brothers have been bothering him all day every time you two have tried to have some intimacy for the day

kitchen tiles

or by the window in his room, hardly ever on the bed--he's too adventurous.

bathtub/shower

he'd even do it on the staircase if it was possible

and if Kou walks in on it, it's a plus.

"Yeah, he can't do what I do." He'd boast.

Kou:

the floor of his room

the car/limo

Bed

school rooftop

if you're with him at work it's backstage or the dressing room

Azusa:

he's simple and he doesn't do it just anywhere

bed

sofa

bathtub

Tsukinami

Carla:

bed, because he believes it's the proper way to create children.

plus he's very traditional given how old he is, lol.

although he sometimes bends the rules

a secluded area at school like somewhere that is empty

a secret room in his castle

the bathtub/shower when he really can't wait.

behind the dividers used when you are changing into clothes.

Shin:

like his older brother, Shin usually does on the bed because he believes it's the most effective and proper way for you to conceive.

Even if it's not your main goal it's what he always reminds you about because he's old-fashioned.

but so are the rest of these mfs

the mirror, his mirror

up against a tree

the forest

by or in a lake

in the rain

your room (he likes it more than his) on the floor

supply closet at school (canon, he was going to do it there)

the bathtub, if he finds himself around and he's really needy.

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sohannabarberaesque · 9 months

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Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Not one to know much about Art, let alone church dining hall breakfasts and coffee

Make no mistake: You can't enjoy a serious day at the Minnesota State Fair without having a generous breakfast. Even more so if it's from one of the two remaining church-sponsored dining halls therein, holdouts from a fallout beginning in the mid-1970's when many churches ended their dining hall traditions because inflation cutting into ingredient costs, public unease over cheap, starchy foods as seemed to dominate the menus, and inability to find volunteers willing to pull off lunch counter duty from their congregations.

This case happens to be the dining hall of Salem Evangelical Lutheran Church in Minneapolis, in close proximity to the Arts Center and Eco Experience. Which as much yours truly as Huckleberry Hound patronised for a pancake breakfast complemented by their Swedish Egg Coffee--remarkably clear, less acidic in taste and unmistakably decent.

Not to mention at the table across what passed for the aisle of the dining hall no less than Touché Turtle and his Old English Sheepdog compadre, Dum-Dum, also tucked into an old-school breakfast complemented with Swedish Egg Coffee. As if the pancakes weren't rather light-textured and delectable, even with decent Minnesota butter and warm maple syrup--

"Has it ever come across to you how many have mistaken yours truly for that mascot which the Cayman Islands uses for its logotype?" asked Touché Turtle over another mouthful of pancakes.

"At least the plumed hat is something of a giveaway," Huckleberry Hound responded. Which had Touché giggling somewhat.

Dum-Dum, who, alongside Touché "himself," can get to be likable in his own way, though unnerving in certain high-peril situations and scenarios, couldn't help but remark with some drollery about the time The Great Gazoo, otherwise the conscience of Fred Flintstone, greeted Dum-Dum with that trademark address otherwise reserved for Mr. Flintstone, "Hello, dum-dum!" ... only to point out that it was Dum-Dum he was talking to. "Which, as you can guess, had Gazoo realising he was caught in a much different time-space continuum in spotting yours truly!"

"At least you can laugh about it nowadays," saith I.

"Even when you consider," Dum-Dum added, "where I've spent time over recent summers houseboating with Bristlehound on the Upper Mississippi."

"Which must seem rather fascinating right there," Huck remarked as the waitress refilled his coffee as much as mine.

"Just us two, taking it easy, relaxing on a sandbar for the night ... or even at the municipal boat harbour, sleeping on the roof of our houseboat on warmish nights. And Touché 'himself' adding a little spice to things."

"Not to mention," Huck remarked, "from what I understand, finding some interest in Friday-night fish fry."

"However did you know about that?" responded Dum-Dum, adding "Still, our kind of fish fry is the all-you-can-eat sort, especially where it's beer-battered fish, French fries, cole slaw and rather creamy tartar sauce."

Touché chimed in, "And what better beverage for fish fry than iced tea?" Dum-Dum chimed in, "You certainly have it there, Touché!"

Yours truly was thinking to himself for a moment what exactly iced tea would taste like with some Robinson's Lemon Barley Water from jolly olde England in lieu of the lemon juice ... but still, what a breakfast ensueth!

(Oh, and did I mention where we brought in Touché Turtle and Dum-Dum, not to mention Pixie and Dixie even, to the fall road trip, as if Yakky Doodle and Chopper weren't already part and parcel?)

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In keeping with the established habit here, I've brought in the famous old recipe Salem Evangelical Lutheran's Dining Hall uses for Swedish Egg Coffee--which, in this instance, is intended mainly for crowds, 48 cups even!!

Bring one gallon of freshly-drawn cold water to the boil in a splatterware container of like volume.

In a separate splatterware container of one gallon, mix together three pounds of ground coffee, one egg (shell and all) and enough water as would barely moisten the coffee.

Pour the boiled water into the container with the coffee mixture, and brew such just until the coffee comes to boiling. Remove from the heat and strain through cheesecloth in decanting the brew into a coffee urn or vacuum pot before serving.

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noxturnalpascal · 3 months

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Devotion 🖤 II. Predator or Prey? (Ch 4)

CultLeader!Joel x OFC!Reader

Series Summary: When is it enough? When is it too much? When does Devotion become Obsession?

Visit the Series Masterlist for series warnings, cult info, timeline info, and HCs on ages. Reader has a nickname and some minor physical descriptions - is an OFC from Reader POV.

*This series is 18+ MDNI. I will not be listing individual chapter warnings as I don't want to spoil the plot of each chapter. Please see the series masterlist for entire series warnings to decide if this is for you.*

LAYOUT OF JOEL'S HOUSE

II. Predator or Prey?

CH 4 (4.8k) The following Sunday everyone in town is gathered at the old church with the big white steeple for the weekly Valley meeting. After a midday interfaith service, the religious leader gives Joel the floor for his usual speech. As he always does, Joel begins by extolling the virtues of the community, speaking on their recent raiding successes, and then reviews the three tenants.

We are stronger together. It’s important that everyone finds a place within The Valley that caters to their strengths, so we can depend on each other and serve one another. The predator versus the prey. You have to be one or the other and we choose to not be anyone’s prey. This community is held above any other and we must protect it at all costs. Create a path to the future. Everything we do here paves the way for us as a society to beat the fungus, to find a cure, and to return to the top of the food chain.

The crowd listens, enraptured, nodding along and smiling as Joel holds them in the palm of his hand. He praises the men and women who patrol the perimeter of the community for their diligence and bravery. He thanks the farmers who live outside the town borders for their perseverance. Then he scans the crowd, looking for you, to silently acknowledge how grateful he is for your presence. But all he sees are the same eyes over and over again, looking at him with devotion and reverence. He usually sees you in the second row with the rest of the house, but you’re not there.

As his speech winds to a close and he heads back to his front-row seat, he realizes that you were in the crowd with the rest of his household. You were there in the second row the whole time, staring at him just like the rest of them do, with blind adoration, with expectation, with mindless loyalty. He’d felt a change on Thursday. After the meeting he’d touched you everywhere, gotten down on his knees for you, and worshiped at your altar. He’d felt something shift and now the wild look in your eyes is gone.

You’re completely devoted. You’re under his spell. You’re one of them.

One of us, he corrects himself. You’re one of us, just like he wanted you to be…. Right?

You watch Joel speaking at the meeting and it's as if his words have new meaning – like he’s speaking directly to you. You’ve never felt small or beautiful or feminine, but he makes you feel whole. He makes you feel strong. He makes you feel like a woman. You feel like you were supposed to be his, always. And it was always supposed to go like this, as if your whole life has led you to this moment. All of your failures have led you here, to him.

The trepidation you felt when you first got here has completely disappeared and you know that you’ll give everything you have to Joel. You’ll give him all of you, your mind, body and soul, gladly. He can fill in all of the broken or missing pieces of you. Every bad thing that ever happened to you Joel can fix. He can heal the parts of you that weren’t good enough, that weren’t pretty enough, that weren’t smart enough.

He can save you.

As soon as the crowd begins to move out of the large room and amble towards the dining hall next door for dinner, he grabs your arm and pulls you roughly into a small supply closet. It smells of lemon and vinegar and is far too small for two people to move about comfortably. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that there is a crowd of people on the other side of the door or that he shouldn’t be asking you to do what he’s about to ask you to do.

The look in your eyes has gone to his head, he needs to see your supplication right now. He needs to witness your devotion, he needs to give you communion. He pushes you down onto your knees, undoes his pants, and offers himself to you. It’s your first time seeing the size of him and you look willing to comply, your eyes still dazed and glowing, still filled with trust in him. He watches as you take hold of him with one hand and begin to lick and kiss the head, slowly dragging your tongue up and down his shaft.

Once you put him fully in your mouth he loses all patience, needing more immediately. He pushes your hand away and takes your head in a firm grip on either side, pausing as you look up at him. Your eyes are still glassy. He nods his head and you reciprocate, which he takes as permission to begin drawing himself in and out of your mouth, gently pushing your head forwards and backwards.

Slowly, he passes back and forth over your lips, allowing you to adjust to him. This only lasts for a few thrusts before he begins to move faster, deeper. He matches the movements of his hips with his grip on the sides of your head, coordinating them to fuck your face in earnest. He hears your gurgles and sees tears beginning to run down your cheeks but you don’t push him away, so he doesn’t stop. He tells himself that you want this. You want this as much as he does.

You kneel beneath him, knees stinging on the hard floor, mouth full and struggling to breathe around him. You’re not sure where this is coming from, but it's obvious that he needs this right now, and what you want above all else is to give him what he needs, to be everything for him. You place your hands on his thighs to brace yourself and try your best to breathe through your nose, to be quiet and still and exactly what he needs you to be, even if this is painful and uncomfortable.

You wish the tears would stop streaming down your face. You’re afraid to even look up at him, worried that he’ll take one look at you and think you’re not enjoying it. What if he thinks you’re having a terrible time, what if he thinks you look awful, what if he thinks he’s hurting you? Maybe those things are kind of true, but still…. What if he stops? What would you do with yourself if he stopped? If he didn’t want you to do this anymore?

You finally look up and meet his eyes. You barely recognize him, his eyes black and his face hard. He doesn’t even meet your gaze, it’s like he’s staring right through you. His pace begins to falter and his hips start to stutter, and you hope it means he’s nearly done. You’re trying so hard to bear this, to not choke, to not cry, to ignore the stiffness in your jaw and the stinging in your knees, but you don’t know how much longer you can do it.

“Are you gonna swallow it?” he huffs out, voice strained. He pulls himself out of your throat until only the tip of him rests on your lips.

“I’ve never–” you swallow back a gag, “I’ve never done that before.”

“But you will, right?” he nods his head as he asks.

He nods, so you nod. And you will. You’ll do anything he asks of you. You don’t have time to wipe your face, which you’re sure must look a mess, before he puts his entire length back inside your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You can’t stop your body from heaving as he pushes in, and part of you wonders how he’s able to ignore it. He’s usually so in-tune with you.

He lasts less than a dozen more thrusts before his hips stutter to a halt as he starts to release his orgasm down your throat. You feel hot spurts hitting the back of your mouth and you’re awash with shame that it instantly makes you want to gag. He needs this, you tell yourself. You have to be good for him, you have to do a good job for him. You have to be everything he needs you to be.

He pulls himself back so his cock rests on your tongue as he continues to come, coating your mouth, and now you taste him for the first time. The salty bitterness covers your tongue and you’re begging yourself not to retch. He holds your head still, encouraging you to swallow him, even placing one hand over your throat and telling you don’t spit, and swallow it all, which you do with difficulty.

When you’ve swallowed every drop, he seems satisfied and lets go of your head, tucking himself back into his pants. Without warning he turns and walks out of the closet, leaving you to lurch forward since you were resting on him for support. You fall forward onto your hands, catching yourself before your face meets the ground, scraping your palms a bit on the dirty linoleum.

You stay there for a moment like that, on all fours, in a cleaning closet, alone. Down here it smells like musty mop heads and mildew. Down here. On your knees. For Joel. Days ago you were alone with him and he was the one on his knees, worshiping your body, treating you like a goddess. Today he used your mouth like a fuck toy. No, you can’t think like that. That’s not what Joel did, he would never do that.

You run the last ten minutes through your mind a few times as you slowly get up and brush yourself off. He needed you. He could have anyone here but he chose you, out of everyone. No one ever did that before. No one ever chose you over anyone else. But Joel did. Joel needed you today and you were able to be there for him, and that’s what matters.

Joel pushes his way through the crowd, not an ounce of shame or regret present. He smiles and shakes hands and gives hugs. Everyone in The Valley looks to him for answers, for guidance, for leadership. He’s the reason every single one of them is here and he’s responsible for them all. They are his flock and he is their shepherd. He gives so much of himself to be here, to do this. He deserves the adoration and the appreciation. He deserves you. He deserves your body, your mouth, your reverence.

He knows you’ve changed since you arrived, you’ve become more trusting, less wild. You’ve morphed into what they all wanted you to be, a devoted member of The Valley. He’s changed also. He used to be different, back when you first met. Back then he could give you pieces of himself, his real self. But the more you’re drawn to him and the more you’ve trusted him, the more he's become unworthy of your trust. He doesn’t even remember doing it intentionally, but it’s done.

He’s slowly lured you into his trap and now, you’re caught.

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The rest of the week your head is completely filled with thoughts of him. He’s your first thought in the morning and your last thought before you fall asleep. All night your dreams are filled with him, and you cling to the fleeting images of him when you wake. You can’t seem to get enough of him, aching to be near him every moment of the day. You stare at him longingly across the table at every meal and follow him around like a puppy whenever you can, unable to focus on anything else.

Joel himself is so lost in his own delusions of grandeur, he walks around the house with his head held high, cocky and full of himself. He can feel you staring at him all the time and he indulges you once in a while by taking your hand and grazing it across his lips, down his chest, over his burgeoning erection. He’s half-hard all the time now, anticipating. He’s convinced that you’re going to let him fuck you after the next Thursday meeting. He’s going to have you, he’s going to have every piece of you.

The days leading up to it, he thinks about it all day; his dick achingly hard but he refuses to jerk off now, wanting to save it for you. He’s practically vibrating with anticipation when Tess comes up to him Thursday before dinner and gives him the bad news. She tells him you’re sick, started throwing up a couple hours ago, and won’t be able to accompany him to the meeting.

Before he can argue, Tess waves her hand in front of his face, telling him not to worry, that Kerri will be going with him instead. Without a moment for an argument to leave his lips, Tess slips away and Kerri is standing in front of him. She has been living with them for almost a year now, since he found her battered and bruised about a half day’s ride from here.

Kerri is petite, has chin-length curly hair, a toothy smile, and a faint scar stretching from her left temple down to her jawline. She walks with a barely noticeable limp but always pulls her weight around the house, doing most of the meal prep and impressing everyone with her fine cooking skills. She is nurturing, generous, pretty, and maybe the last person Joel wanted to see tonight. She’s not you. He wanted you.

He’s made so irritable by the last-minute change that he can’t even hide his disappointment. He can barely focus during the meeting, getting easily distracted and having to ask people to repeat themselves. After the meeting, Kerri, sensing his unease, gives him a hug to try and ease some of his tension. He knows she feels his erection, how could she not? It’s been raging for days and he can’t help himself, he pulls her tight and grinds himself into her for a brief moment of satisfaction.

Back at the house he heads into his room but within minutes Kerri is knocking on his door. She asks, is this okay? and he hesitates. She hasn’t come to his room since before he brought you into town, but pushing his dick into her thigh at the meeting tonight for the small relief that friction brought him must have signaled to her that he desired her company. He doesn’t. He only wants your company.

He looks at the closed door to your room and thinks about you inside, sick, probably asleep. What would be the harm in seeking comfort from Kerri? He’s fucked her before, it’s not a big deal. He’s never fucked you, it wouldn’t be like he was cheating. In fact, he thinks you’d probably want this for him. You wouldn’t want him to be suffering, and he’s been painfully hard for days. You’d want him to have relief.

There’s a small voice screaming in the back of his head that he ignores. You’ll never have to know about Kerri. You didn’t know about her before and you won’t know about her tonight, and what you don’t know can’t hurt you.

He opens his door further, silently inviting Kerri inside. She attempts to kiss him but he won’t let his lips meet hers, instead kissing the side of her head, her cheeks, her neck. He tries to breathe through his mouth, unable to get over the scent of her that isn’t at all like yours. He lets her hands grope along his body and he closes his eyes tight, trying to imagine they belong to you instead.

She undoes his belt and pushes his pants down with a practiced hand as she palms his length, working to get his half-hard cock to come to life. Between her curls tickling his chin, her all-wrong scent, and her rough touch, he can’t seem to keep his erection. How is he supposed to fuck away his need for you if he can’t stay hard?

Wordlessly, she sinks down to her knees in front of him. Don’t worry, she says, as she puts him in her mouth, doubling down on her efforts to work his stress right out of his dick. With her not-your scent, not-your hair, and not-your face out of his line of vision, he’s able to let his mind wander and let his thoughts of you return.

He imagines you on your knees in front of him, thinks of you in the closet with your lips wrapped around him. He thinks of your wet mouth, your soft hands, your wild eyes. That does it. He comes immediately and without warning, causing Kerri to cough and sputter around him, spitting his come back onto him. His own release gets splattered onto his thighs, slides down his shaft, and drips from his balls as Kerri wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, rising to her feet.

“Uhhh, thanks hon,” Joel mutters, as he pets her head and pushes her towards the door.

You know it’s probably close to midnight when you rise in your bed, having spent hours throwing up and then sleeping. Your body is tight with pain, you feel flushed and sweaty, and your head is pounding. You should drink the water Tess left on your nightstand but you worry that it might cause you to throw up again. You were really hoping to see Joel when he got home from the meeting tonight, so when you hear his door open, you heave yourself out of bed and turn your doorknob to greet him.

You see Kerri leaving his room as he stands in the open doorway, pants undone and softening dick still dripping with the evidence of his release. Kerri doesn’t see you as she heads down the hall to her room but Joel’s eyes rise to meet yours for a brief moment before you hastily close the door. You hear the clinking of his belt and then hear his voice directly on the other side of the wood.

“Hey baby, how you doin’?”

Your head is spinning, you’re sweating profusely now, your pulse throbs behind your eyes. Did you really just see what you think you saw? It was pretty dark in the hallway, maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you. You’re pretty sure you have a fever, maybe you’re hallucinating. Joel lightly knocks on the door and you jump.

“You alright?” he asks.

You mutter back a yeah before you stumble towards your bed, wondering if this is all just some bad dream. Joel wouldn’t be fucking around with Kerri, he wouldn’t do that, he isn’t like that. Joel doesn’t use people, right? Joel is yours… right? This must all be a nightmare you’re having. You’re taking short, quick breaths now, fighting to remain conscious. You fall onto the mattress. You’re so fucking sick and as your head hits the pillow you let sleep overtake you.

After a long, fitful night’s sleep, you wake in the late afternoon, feeling slightly less feverish than the day before. You’re immediately hit by a wave of panic, feeling tightness in your stomach and it starts to hurt, causing you to fear you may throw up again. You saw Joel and Kerri last night, and you’re pretty sure she wasn’t helping him with a stuck zipper. You need to talk to Joel, you need to confront him about what you think you saw. You need to hear him tell you it’s not true.

Joel is sitting at his desk, going over the patrols for the upcoming Christmas holiday, when you knock at his door. He’s been waiting for you to come see him since you caught Kerri leaving his room last night. He knew he’d have some questions to answer, he’s just not sure yet how he’s going to answer them. He knows he was well within his rights to have Kerri get him off, he just hopes you don’t come crying to him, jealous and angry.

He opens the door for you and lets you into the office. You enter the room and round the corner away from the door, keeping your gaze at your feet. You fumble with your hands but don’t speak, attempting to gather the courage to ask a question you’re not sure you want the answer to. Joel opens his mouth to start the conversation but before he can speak, there’s another knock at the door.

He moves to open the door and Rosie, all five feet nine inches of her, is peering at him over her glasses. She throws her arms around him, pushing him back into the room a little, whispering in his ear.

“I heard you were stressed out honey, I can help ya out a little,” as she lowers herself to her knees.

Joel doesn’t even have time to protest as she reaches for his belt, looking up at his face. She stills her hands and follows his gaze behind her, turning back to meet your eyes, which are bulging out of your head.

“Oh PJ, I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t know you were in here.”

She gets up off her knees and quickly exits, leaving you and Joel alone once more. Joel knows the other shoe has dropped. Some of these women have been here for a long time, some for a short time, they are free to come and go if they desire, but living in his house is considered a privilege. He’s the leader of this community and to be able to help take care of his sexual needs and have him take care of yours is held in high honor.

The women who live here aren’t petty or jealous, they are sweet and giving people, hard workers, and dedicated members of The Valley who make sacrifices and put others – notably Joel – first. They’ve been keeping their distance out of respect for the obvious affection that you and Joel feel for each other, but they must think that since Joel seems stressed then it’s their time to step in and perform their usual duties.

They don’t know that you aren’t aware of the long-standing arrangement they have in this house. They don’t discuss things over the breakfast table but they also don’t keep things secret, because they don’t know that it should be a secret. They’re all open and honest with each other and have no idea that Joel has kept you in the dark about his relationships with them.

Of course, you have been kept in the dark, and now that the light is shining – too brightly – on the truth, it’s making you sick to your stomach. You stare at the ground where Rosie was just kneeling in front of Joel. You know that what you thought you saw last night was, in fact, Kerri leaving Joel’s room after getting him off somehow. It happened. It was about to happen again. It’s probably happened before.

“It’s all of them?” you ask.

Joel shrugs.

“It’s all of them,” you say again, not a question this time. Your vision is going blurry from the blood pumping through your skull so hard. You’re afraid you’re going to pass out. “You fuck all of them?”

“I have, yeah,” Joel says, shrugging again.

“And you plan to fuck me too?” You can’t even meet his face, your mind is reeling a mile a minute.

“You’re welcome to come to my room anytime you want, baby,” he answers casually. Goosebumps roll across your whole body and you fight back a dry-heave.

“Like they do?”

“Sometimes,” he fucking shrugs again. “It’s not a big deal, PJ.”

You barely hear him, the sound of your own heartbeat creating a hum in your ears, the sick feeling in your stomach rising up your throat, threatening to spill your insides out at your feet. Not a big deal, he says. It’s not a big deal that he’s been lying to you since the day you got here. It’s not a big deal that he wants to use you just like he’s apparently been using these other women, that he wants to use your body for his pleasure. It’s not a big deal that you thought he was different.

And now you see the cracks in this whole place, see it for what it actually is. This place is upholding a façade of a normal society, but it isn’t even close. Joel is treated like some kind of god or king or both and no one says no to him, he gets whatever and apparently whoever he wants. You can’t believe that he made you feel like you mattered when you clearly don’t matter at all.

You thought he could fix you. All he did was break you. You’ve never felt so low.

“Just another one,” you start to repeat, “Just another one. Just another one. Just another one.”

You’re just another one of these things that he gets when he wants it, and he gets whatever he wants.

“Just another one. Just another one. Just another one.”

He’s just another man, in a long line of many, who used you.

“Just another one. Just another one.”

He walks towards you, backing you up against the wall, bringing his face closer to yours. Baby, you hear him say, as he brings his lips towards yours. He tries to kiss you but you shudder away, repulsed by him, and he grabs for your arm to pull you back to him. Overwhelmed by his scent and the clawing tightness gripping your insides, you bend at the waist and throw up all over his shoes.

“What the fuck,” he curses loudly before he takes a deep breath, calming himself. “You okay, PJ?”

He reaches for you again and you push him away, a loud sob leaving your lips. Oh fuckin’ christ, he mutters. Here come the fuckin’ waterworks. You’re making a big deal out of nothing and he’s getting annoyed at the theatrics. He grabs your arm and yanks you up, ignoring the vomit dripping from your chin and the tears streaming down your face.

“Quit bein’ dramatic,” he says as he shakes you by the arm.

Tess comes in the door just then, seeing your face and the way Joel is manhandling you.

“What the fuck, Joel?” she wrenches you out of his grip, touching your forehead and feeling your fever.

She sees the throw-up all over Joel’s feet and sees him roll his eyes. She has no idea what’s going on right now but Joel has lost all his tenderness with you. She scolds him for letting you out of bed, telling him you’re still really sick. She takes you back up to your room, makes you drink some water, and tucks you back into bed, threatening to call the doctor if you try to get up again before your fever breaks.

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Later that night as Joel heads up to bed he goes to your door and knocks several times, but you don’t answer. He knocks again, no answer, and knocks again. Tess comes out of her room and down the hall, having heard the noise he’s making knocking repeatedly at your door.

“Leave her alone Joel, I told you she’s fuckin’ sick.”

“Shut up Tess,” he doesn’t even turn to look at her. “Get back in your room.”

He throws your door open and sees you laying in bed with your back to the door. He says your name several times but you don’t move a muscle. He takes a step forward, his foot crossing the threshold to your room.

“Don’t you dare,” Tess snaps at him.

His steps halt. He says your name again, louder this time. Aside from the rise and fall of your breathing, you don’t move. He knows you can hear him, the whole house can fucking hear him. Tess is behind him, berating him some more. He repeats your name, yelling now. He hears a door down the hallway open, yells again, hears Tess hissing stop it, goddamnit, and then hears another door open.

How dare you fucking ignore him. Who the fuck do you think you are right now? He lifts his foot to take another step into your room and he hears Tess start to go ballistic behind him, cursing and bellyaching. Why don’t you fucking look at him? He hears whispers of the other women further down the hallway. Jesus fucking christ, why don’t they leave him alone? Why don’t you roll over?

He steps back into the hallway and slams your door closed, rattling the walls of the entire house. “Go to bed,” he screams at Tess. “Go the fuck to bed,” he repeats down the corridor as he steps into his room, slamming his own door behind him as well.

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Prologue :

“Sun bleached Flies” ~ Ethel cain

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summary: you grew up religious without a choice, and in summer you would get send to vacation bible school. The camp always felt like prison to you, until a very interesting girl appeared.

c/w: smut in future chapters!!! , religious trauma, homophobia

1,1 k words

24/11/2004

Age 16 Reader pov:

"And as the Bible says in Micah 7:7: But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my savior, my God will hear me"

Your eyes burn, not because you are crying, but because of the very bright spotlights that are shining on Pastor Tobias. The youth lesson takes place every Wednesday evening and today's topic is faith and trust.

The paper and pen in your hand feels heavy and rough, you should have already written down what you’ve learned new, but your head is just so empty today.

As it has been so often in the last few weeks, which makes you feel guilty and ashamed again. You stare at the blank page and don't feel anything, that you could put into words and on paper. You can think of many questions that you would like to ask, but are too embarrassed for.

"hey is everything ok?"

your head follows the whispers next to you. Hazel looks at you worried. This girl is the only reason you enjoy being here, and there is no judgment in her look.

“I’m a bit stuck on this today” you whisper back and point at the empty paper, she nods.

you could feel the eyes of the employes. When sermons are held it is always very quiet and all these people you grew up with are listening to the man in front of you, the faintest whispers can be heard. You quickly concentrate again and look ahead.

"We're closing the sermon today with a prayer and the requests that you gave us"

On the board next to him are various prayer requests that the young people brought to the lesson. But a few of them catch your eye more than the others.

- Please release me from the shame within me - Let me grow with your word - The temptations of the evil one shall not harm me

The prayer lasts 7 minutes and your mind keeps wandering. When you pray, you always forget where you are and feel a bit stuck in your head. That's why you've given up the habit of closing your eyes, which helps you to ease the restlessness in which your inner self is bursting. You can't get rid of it at anyway. You observe the people around you a bit. You know every face all too well, the reason for that includes going to a the private Christian school and the many prayer evenings that your parents and siblings like to attend to.

When praying, each face shows a small part of the person. Some look deep in thought, others look as if they were about to burst into tears at any second and one or the other sit on their seats with a contented and calm expression on their faces. You would give a lot to feel whatever they are feeling.

Hazel's expression reminds you of a frightened animal that has just been captured. She was one of the fearful prayers.

All you wanna do, is try to get her out of this state and keep her safe with you, but you know that you can't do that for her. Only the god she prays to can do that.

"Amen"

“Amen” everyone says together and the word leaves your lips quietly.

Everyone stands up from their seats and whispers spread. You know all these people and you knew from your private life that some of them weren't good people, but the church seemed to change that completely. At least for a short time. As soon as the free time begins, you notice that the facades are falling again. This has always confused you a bit.

Two years ago, so many people were converted here, that the church was rebuilt and there were now many different rooms for different concerns. There was the sermon Hall, which is full every Sunday and is used for worship services. There is also a kitchen and dining room with couches. One floor higher was the room for the young people, which is used every Wednesday to pray, study and spend time together. A few couches and many chairs with tables.

The whole youth group is there and a few people start to play games. Some have a religious background, some don't.

After the sermon, you and Hazel go from the sermon hall to the youth room, where a few people from your class have already made themselves comfortable on the couch and seats. At school you always talk to Hazel, who is a very social person and that's why you are forced to talk to other people as well.

Samuel and another boy are talking as you both sit down on chairs, and the whole group seems interested in the conversation.

"My mother said that, Pastor Tobias told her on Sunday"

"What's going on?" Hazel's gentle voice asks Samuel.

He excitedly turns away from the other boy and addresses Hazel.

"My mother said that we were going to a camp this summer, we young people, there was a lake, forest, church, everything"

“Do we have to camp?” Asks Kate, a girl in a class below you.

The thought of having to go camping immediately puts you off, but you'd have to go anyway if it actually takes place.

After all, Samuel talks a lot but it doesn't always reflect reality.

"She said there is a youth hostel with lots of rooms, but they are shared."

You could live with that. Hazel nudges you with a smile. Now the excitement hits you too, if you and Hazel are in the same room together, swimming in the lake all day long and there were going to be funny events, it will definitely be pretty fun.

You smile back excitedly and the other people around you seem to be looking forward to it too.

“Have you heard of Anne Marie’s husband?”

The group becomes quiet and looks at Sofia, with a thoughtful look and crossed arms.

"A few people from church mentioned something but I don't think it's true," Naveah says next to her and rolls her eyes, but Sofia shakes her head confidently and leans forward.

“My brother said it was true, he was there at the prayer meeting for him” Naveah’s face falls and that made you a little nervous.

"what?" ask someone, but you won't know who.

"They prayed that his homosexual desires would disappear"

The room generally seems to become a little quieter; the other groups of friends also seemed to have heard the word, which had probably never been uttered here before.

The tense atmosphere spreads through the room like poison and you hold your breath.

" I didn`t knew he had such disgusting thoughts"

you are too shocked to notice who said it, but you still clearly hear the others agree.

“The sin is disgusting, but we should pray for him,”

Austin decides, but his gaze seems a little concernt.

After the prayer you feel emptier than before, almost as if you had been sucked dry. Your thoughts left more marks and you knew what you would pray for tonight before you went to sleep.

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A Wishful Time - Pt 5

Omega Bakugou x Omega Reader x Alpha Kirishima

Context: In the peaceful village of Yuuie, you and your best friend, Katsuki, hope to catch the eye of the Alpha of your dreams. Kirishima Eijiro.

Note: This story is OMEGAVERSE. This story takes place in a historical non modern setting so please take note of that when it comes to the jobs in society that the characters take and how they act. Bakugou Katsuki is an OMEGA. Reader and him are AFAB but there IS smut this chapter.

WARNING: SMUT, Threesome, Knots, BREEDING KINK (Cause it isn't a glitch1d fic if Eijiro Kirishima doesn't have a breeding kink), riding, knots and slick, Katsuki has a pussy btw. Just so that you guys don't get jumpscared if you forgot

[Masterlist]

Just like all news in Yuuie, it spread like wild fire that the two of you were being pursued by Eijiro the moment you entered the dining hall with neck ties around your necks. Suddenly the next big thing was the wedding that was to happen for the three of you. The next big wedding, which was going to be for the Kirishima family. To say that Takeo was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was absolutely thrilled to hear about the news and see the two of you wearing neck ties that dripped in his son’s scent. To say he couldn’t stop boasting about it would be a damn lie. Yua was pretty happy about the arrangement too, finding much happiness knowing her son was to be with Omegas that she deemed well fit for the family.

To say you and Katsuki were excited would also be an understatement. Katsuki was sure he nearly slicked his panties when he saw the smirk that Eijiro had on his face at the sight of the both of you walking into the grand hall with the scarf neck ties that he gave you. The two of you got swept up in so many preparations like getting your dresses and the flowers and the food, all that Eijiro tried to handle but he thought it best to leave all those planning stuff to you. He knew that whatever it would be like, as long as he got to marry the two of you, he couldn’t care less.

However, he did regret allowing you two, his mother, Tamami (who’s punishment had long ended as Takeo couldn’t bare to see his daughter sad anymore- spoiled her with a bunch of new kimonos too), Hizashi and Masaru work together. Because the next thing Eijiro knew was that it was time for a wedding and the town was bursting in white.

The wedding was beautiful to say the least. The ceremony happened in the church at sunset like all weddings. Eijiro was sure that the two of you were the most beautiful Omegas in the world. He couldn’t even remember most of what the priest said because he was busy staring at the two of you wondering how he got so lucky. It was a rare occasion that Katsuki himself had a smile so big and beautiful that Eijiro was sure it wasn’t real. You were so happy to see your best friend just as happy as you were and for one thing, that your greatest dream of being together would come true.

You sat next to Eijiro as he laughed loudly at a joke made by Tetsu. You laughed yourself moving to sip on wine while you were at it. It was late, the sun having long set and the smell of beef and smoke filled the air along with laughter and song. Your wedding was a cause of huge celebration that Kirishimas took very seriously. No cow was spared as a huge feast of dripping delicious beef with apple cider was served to everyone. Your new Alpha sat between you and your best friend, dressed as handsome as ever, his black hair holding braids in his hair holding flowers.

Takeo let out a loud boisterous laugh just like his son and other children, an arm around his wife. He picked up his large jug of apple cider as he stood up, clearing his throat. Him standing up was cause for everyone’s attention to go to him. The light from the bomb fire shone onto his face, illuminating his face as he cleared his throat. “I’d like to toast to my son and his new wives.” He motioned over to you, Katsuki and Eijiro. Everyone clapped and cheered, Eijiro smirked as he tightened his hold on the both of you. “To my new daughter and son-in-law,” Takeo looked to you and Katsuki with a smirk on his lips. “Welcome to the family.”

Yua nodded her head as hse stayed at her husband’s side. “May you be blessed, happy and-”

“And fruitful!” Takeo emphasised making laughs fill the air. You and Katsuki couldn’t help but look away flustered making Eijiro chuckle.

On that note, the music continue to play but you and Katsuki had your attention taken by Hizashi, Yua and Masaru. By the look on their faces, you instantly knew that it was time for the party to end for you two and for a different sort of occasion to start.

You turned to look at Eijiro, putting your other hand to cover his. “Eijiro…” The large black haired Alpha looked to you as he smiled lovingly. “Katsuki and I are heading to your home.” You told him softly.

At what you had just told him, Eijiro nodded his head understandingly. However, knowing what was going to happen in the next few minutes made the Alpha reach out to grab his cup of cider and down the entire thing before blood rushed down to his cock too quickly. “Alright.” He nodded his head as he looked over to you and Katsuki. He moved Katsuki’s hand up to his lips and gave him a gentle kiss. “I’ll see you both soon.” He stated truthfully.

Katsuki hummed. “Yes, you will.” The two of you stood up from the bridal table and moved away from all the loud laughter, the music, the drunken tails and the light of the large bomb fires.

You looked to Katsuki who had flowers in his hair and his eyes trained forward. You reached up and grabbed his hand causing him to turn to look at you. You gave him a gentle smile, filled with love and content. You watched him ease as he tightened his hold on, red sharp eyes always so soft when he looked at you. The two of you walked side by side, as you finally reached Eijiro’s home. You opened the door, allowing Katsuki in and you closed the door right behind you.

“Quickly!” Immediately you and Katsuki were grabbed as you were dragged off towards the spare room next to the bathroom. You both barely got time to react as you were both stripped out of your wedding clothes.

“HEY!” Katsuki shouted as he was shoved next to you. “WHA-” He could barely complete what he was going to say as the both of you were splashed with water. You gasped as you were now wet.

Yua looked at the both of you sympathetically as she stood before the both of you. “Sorry you two, we have to be fast about this.” She told you gently as Masaru and Hizashi went to quick work on scrubbing you both clean rather roughly (Masaru seemed to take more care to Katsuki than Hizashi was to you- He seemed like he wanted to peal your skin off). “You both know from your education what is going to happen tonight and-”

“Don’t take it all at once!” Hizashi interrupted her with a bright smile on his face.

Masaru whipped his head to look at the blond Omega with wide eyes and a blush to his cheeks and ears just like Katsuki. “Hizashi!” He chastised silently.

Hizashi looked to Masaru confused, his eyebrows furrowed as he raised his hands up confused. “What did I say?! It’s true! I don’t want them to hurt themselves.” He motioned to the both of you as he moved to hand you a towel, allowing you to finally dry off. Hizashi put his hands on his hips as he let out a low chuckle. “And if he is anything like his father, lord knows that they shouldn’t take it all at once. Right Yua?”

Said redheaded Omega had her eyes closed as she took out a deep sigh. She shook her head, a blush on her own cheeks as she looked back at the two of you. “Hizashi is… correct. You’ll understand soon but remember as much as this is about finalising your marriage,” She took a few steps towards the both of you, her smile warm and motherly. “It is also about loving yourselves.” She took both your hands. “And loving your new Alpha who has been waiting far too long.

You were alone again, Katsuki bustled around the bed, pushing in the quilt that was scented by the entire Kirishima family at the bottom of the nest. You carried one final pillow to add in to the side, trying to make the nest as bountifully soft as it looked. You and Katsuki had your own little nesting room downstairs under the stairwell but for tonight you had used up most of the items from your nests back at your homes to fuse one together. It wasn’t the first time you both made a nest together, especially after Eijiro proposed, the two of you barely spent a night away from each other, but now this nest was special.

Katsuki carefully got out of the nest, moving to look back at it. He looked it over with a critical eye, a frown on his face as he focused on the bed. You could see the critical eye of a designer in him. You chuckled as you moved to wrap your arms around him. “Katsuki…” You spoke sweetly as you placed a kiss to his neck. “It’s fine. We’ve done a great job.” You reminded him sweetly as you scented his neck.

You felt the blond’s shoulders relax at the feeling of your skin against his. He let out a sigh as he turned over to you. You cupped his face in your hands as he closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I just…” He started lowly.

You shushed him sweetly as you placed a kiss to his forehead. “He’s going to like it. Its big enough for the three of us and more.”

He nodded his head, trusting your words. The fire in the hearth blazed on, providing the only warmth and light to the room. The both of you stood in each other’s arms, naked as the day you were born, smelling fresh out of a bath but your scents hung thick in the air. Katsuki looked up at you with fire in his eyes and love in his soul. He put a kiss to your lips making you giggle, but accepted the kiss gratefully. You were both just waiting on Eijiro, but you had time to kill until then.

Katsuki pushed closer to you, bringing you both chest to chest as he cupped the back of your head and kissed you earnestly. You hummed into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on his thin waist. Katsuki keened as he moved his lips to your neck, need bubbling in his abdomen since the beginning of the day. He let out a heavy warm breaths against your necks, between kisses and licks making you whine into the air. “Nest.” He breathed out.

You nodded as the two of you moved to fall back into the soft nest you both made. Katsuki had you straddling him on top, your legs at either side as he kissed you once again, but this time wanting more. You didn’t mind the mess of saliva around your mouth as you felt his hands roam your own body as you did to him in turn. His hands moved to grasp your ass, pulling your cheeks apart his fingertips brushing your nether lips.

You gasped against his mouth. His name falling off your lips. You moved your own hands to cup his puffy fat pecs pulling a whine out of him. He always got more sensitive near his heat. Maybe that’s what was getting into him. You couldn’t help but smirk at the motion. He dragged a finger down your slit, allowing the slick that had accumulated to drip down onto his own waiting and aching cunt. You pressed down, pushing your sex against his, making a sticky wet sound that had you both whining.

The door to the bedroom opened and you both turned towards it. Eijiro paused at the sight in front of him. Shirtless with his pants hanging low was the Alpha of the day, who felt as though this was some wet dream that he had when he was younger and a newly presented Alpha. He took a deep breath in, his eyes almost fluttering shut at the smell of arousal and slick in the air from the two of you, mixing together so harmoniously.

You then heard a pleased rumble from the Alpha’s chest, his own scent coming to your noses showing his love for what he was seeing. You and Katsuki both looked to one another before immediately scrambling onto your knees in front of him. You were kneeled next to one another, waiting for him to come closer.

The large Alpha closed the door behind him as he walked inside. He moved to stand at the foot of the bed, in front of the both of you. You could both already tell that the Alpha was aroused by the two of you, his cock straining in his pants as he stood in front of the both of you. He put his hands underneath your chins, forcing the two of you to look up at him. You purred at the feeling of his warm hand as you pushed further towards him. Katsuki keened as he sunk lower into the nest, almost dropping right then and there.

Katsuki was getting closer to his heat and it was effecting you as well. With the way things were looking, it would seem like tonight would be more than just about consummating your new marriage. Eijiro rumbled as he gently caressed your faces. He leaned back to take a good look at you, making you both nervous. It was time for the Alpha to asses the both of you which was quite the agonising experience.

He moved to you first, looking over at your face before travelling down your body. Every full, flat, curvy, straight part of your body was under his scrutiny. Every scar and every imperfection open for him to see.

“Present.”

A simple order that had you instantly moving to turn around, your chest down against the bed putting your ass up into the air. Katsuki had to bite back his instincts, knowing he had to be patient for his turn. Eijiro put his hands on the curvature of your back before moving up to your ass. He hummed before moving down towards your aching cunt. He dragged a finger down your slit making your hips twitch but nothing more. He put his finger to his lips and a loud rumble escaped him. He approved of you. More than just approved, he loved you.

Next was Katsuki, who would never admit to being anxious about this despite what his scent was saying. Eijiro looked over perky puffy tits that were basically calling for attention with standing nipples, he looked over flawless pale skin with a thin waist and wide hips. Eijiro used the same order on the blond, forcing him to do the same as you, fat ass out as he allowed Eijiro a beautiful sight of his sex on display just for him. Eijiro squeezed the blond’s ass before dragging a finger up Katsuki’s slit making the blond’s ass push back, wanting him to sink his fingers inside his hot heat.

Eijiro licked at the slick on his finger with another rumble. He approved of Katsuki. He approved of the both of you. He loved him.

At the indication, you both moved to grab a hold of him.

You both wanted to drag him into your nest, making him laugh as he barely got time to pull his pants down. The two of you needing him enough that you didn’t care about his now naked state until you both had him pushed down against the bed, facing up to look at you. Your Omega made you stop and gape at the size of his cock. It made slick gush out of you at the sight of that thing claiming you and your best friend. Katsuki was always more of a physical learner as he moved to grab a hold of it, his fingers barely touching as it was so heavy hard that it could barely stand.

Eijiro sucked in a breath at the feeling of Katsuki’s hands on him. Just like how he did, you both assess him. You both looked over the large Alpha. He was a perfect example of an Alpha mate. He had a good big body that would no doubt ensure that your pups would be just as strong as him. Large calloused hands of work and experience and yet you knew those hands would also had blood stained on them to protect the both of you. However, where you and Katsuki were more focused on was between his legs.

Katsuki moved his hand up and down Eijiro’s cock drawing a groan out of the Alpha. With Katsuki inspecting his cock like it was something he had made himself; you became aware of the pair he had behind it. You let out a chirp, gaining Katsuki’s attention. Large big breeder balls. Big enough that you were sure you could only fit one in your mouth at a time. Katsuki watched as your pupils grew in fascination and need. You swallowed down hard as you placed yourself between his legs, quickly gaining Eijiro’s attention away from his cock. Katsuki tilted his head as he dropped Eijiro’s cock and moved beside you.

You glanced up at Eijiro, into his ruby eyes. The Alpha wasn’t entirely sure what that look in your eyes was about. Or he didn’t until he felt your warm hot mouth wrapped around his balls. Immediately a moan came out of his chest as his thighs tensed for a second before relaxing. The moment you witnessed his reaction it was as if you were trying to swallow him whole, appreciating and licking every part of what made Eijiro a breeder almost as if giving thanks to it. He was so big, probably so full of cum and it almost made you gush at the thought of him putting all that seed inside you.

Katsuki watched the way slick dripped down your thighs as your Omega put you in the mindset of pleasuring your alpha, thanking him for what he would give you in the future. Katsuki placed a kiss to your neck before returning back to Eijiro’s cock. It was thick that’s for sure. Big and thick and made to fill up an Omega. It ran hot in his hand, a slight twitch at all your actions and had a prominent vein that ran up the shaft that Katsuki just wanted to follow with his tongue. So, this was an Alpha’s cock? He had heard only bits and pieces from blushing Omegas about their Alpha’s but he didn’t expect this. It made his Omega preen in approval.

Good Alpha. Give us great pups. Perfect Alpha for Y/N and us.

Katsuki noticed that as he stroked it, something was coming out from the head of it. Precum… he thought. If his Omegan studies in Alpha biology taught him anything, it taught him that that was a good sign. He leaned forward and decided to do what his inner thoughts wanted and licked up the underside. The groan that left the Alpha vibrated through him and straight to his cunt. Katsuki glanced at you as you whined in need at the sound of Eijiro.

Katsuki hummed as he looked down at the cock in his hands. So that was a good thing. The blond placed his mouth around the head of Eijiro’s cock making him moan once more. Eijiro wasn’t sure what the hell they were teaching Omegas but he was sure that he wasn’t going to last very much longer with the both of you treating his sex as if it was a gift sent from the heavens. He sat up as he grabbed the closest of the two of you, that just so happened to be Katsuki.

The blond let out a surprised, chirp, red eyes growing wider as Eijiro sat up, separating you from your new favourite thing to put in your mouth. You frowned but watched as Eijiro sat Katsuki on his lap and grabbed you too. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do this with two Omegas, but whatever worked, worked. He took a moment to actually think without his dick in the way.

Which was harder than he thought.

“Omegas. Present.”

The both of you glanced at each other but moved to present in front of him. Next to one another, he could swear the view was the best thing in the world. He hummed as he noticed the two of you were already very wet. So he decided it would be best to slide a finger inside the both of you. You gripped onto the blankets tightly at the feeling of your hole stretch around one of his full fingers. Katsuki let out a small squeak at the feeling but nothing more. Slowly, Eijiro moved his finger in and out, getting the two of you to adjust to the size of his finger. You weren’t entirely sure why he was stretching you out first, and not just knotting one of the two of you already but you weren’t going to complain.

It was an odd feeling at first, you had never thought to put a finger up there, even in the throughs of your heat where you were aching and had no idea what to do, you always just went to the one thing that gave you the most pleasure and that was your clit, but now… you couldn’t deny that your Omega felt relaxed feeling that something was finally inside of you. You hummed as you moved your ass back to try and take more of his finger inside you.

You were both so warm and wet around his fingers, it made him wonder how on earth either one of you would feel on his cock. He watched as your cunts stretched to allow his finger to move and wiggle inside you, slick dripping past his finger, to your thighs and down his hand. He noticed that you both seemed ready for a second finger so he followed suit.

Katsuki let out a whine as he buried his face in the blankets that made the bottom of the nest that the two of you had made. The stretch burned and yet deliciously so. The sounds he was making were embarrassing and honestly it was only hitting him now that he was nude in front of an Alpha, in front of his Alpha. It made him feel all the more insecure again and yet what more could he be insecure about when he was stuck face down already.

Why couldn’t the stupid Alpha just put his knot in already and get all of this done with?

Katsuki turned to look at Eijiro. He whined as he pushed back against his finger making him chirp in surprise at a certain part inside him getting brushed against. “Knot.” He pleaded. “Just… just put it in already. We can take it. Just-”

Eijiro stopped as he took his fingers out of Katsuki and put a slap to his ass. The blond Omega let out a groan, his eyes going hazy for a second. Eijiro frowned as he looked down at Katsuki. “No. Stretch or Omega will get hurt. No hurt.” His broken speech showed just how much his Alpha had control over him right now. You could see it in his eyes too, deep ruby eyes that looked down stern and were yet blown out hugely by black pupils. “Patient.” Katsuki whined but Eijiro let down a low growl and another slap to Katsuki’s ass forcing the Omega to arch more in a whimper. He let another final warning before pushing in two of his fingers again.

You were happily enjoying the feeling of two- now three, of his thick fingers inside you, finding it all such an odd but wonderful feeling. Katsuki looked over to you as you wiggled your hips and purred in content at the feeling. You met his gaze, your eyes warm and inviting. You giggled at the blush over his face, moving to nuzzle your face beside his. He relaxed at the physical contact, letting out a purr of his own at the feeling of you against his own skin.

With Katsuki distracted by you, Eijiro could finish stretching you both open as he made his decision on what to do next. Your were much more pliant and for the most part, it would be easier to have you later than Katsuki.

With that, Eijiro pulled his fingers out from you and Katsuki’s soft and wet cunts. You let out a breath, missing his thick large finger inside you. Eijiro bent down and pressed a kiss to your spine. “You’ll be right after Katsuki.” He whispered down to you, moving his hand up and down your thigh comfortingly. You smiled back at him and nodded your head. Since you were okay with it, Eijiro focused on Katsuki.

He looked down at the blond Omega. A rumble came out of his chest as he analysed him. Katsuki was looking back at him with unsure red crimson eyes that were filled with anxiety but also filled with lust for the Alpha behind him. He shuffled back to have his ass up and right against Eijiro’s cock.

“Katsuki…” Eijiro spoke lowly, a hand resting on Katsuki’s flank, trying to be as comforting as possible while the other guided his cock too his entrance. “Are you okay with this?” He asked softly.

Katsuki didn’t answer immediately, looking away from the redheaded Alpha for a moment. It only took him a second before he looked back at him with a determined look, his face set into a cute frown as he raised his nose. “I can take whatever it is, big red.” He spoke confidently.

Eijiro looked down at him speechlessly for a moment before chuckling. He nodded his head, not surprised and also happy to see Katsuki’s spitfire energy back.

With Katsuki’s approval he decided to go forward with the plans off the night. The Alpha took a deep breath as he pushed his head to Katsuki’s hot lips. He sucked in a breath as he saw the slick that spilled onto his tip. He could feel his self-control slipping within milliseconds. He slowly pushed in, his cock, the head slipping in. Katsuki sucked in a breath at the intruding feeling, his eyes widening at the fact that he actually had an Alpha’s cock inside him. Eijiro felt like he was in heaven, Katsuki’s warm heat wrapped around him so tightly made the redheaded man drunk on the feeling as he pushed further in with a groan.

Katsuki moaned as he held the blankets and furs underneath him, a yelp escaping his lips at the almost painful feeling of almost the entirety of Eijiro’s cock inside him. Eijiro stopped, knowing not to push him too much the first time. Despite not having the entirety of his cock inside of the blond, he still felt just as much in heaven regardless.

A groan escaped the Alpha’s mouth as he looked down at the way Katsuki’s hole sucked on his cock, pulling and keeping him inside. “Fuck…” He whispered as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of where him and Katsuki were joined together. “Such a good Omega. You’re so perfect for me.” He praised.

Katsuki buried his face into the nest, feeling flustered, a purr erupting from his chest at the praise that he was receiving. He could barely breathe nor think straight. He was perfect. He was a good Omega. Good Omegas can take their Alphas like this. And Katsuki?

Katsuki was the best omega there was.

His purr increased in volume as his back arched more, his hips wiggling, trying to keep Eijiro’s attention.

You let out a low giggle as you watched Katsuki enjoy himself in the throughs of pleasure. You ran a hand through his soft blond hair, trying to allow him to relax and enjoy himself. Your Katsuki let out a chirp as he raised his head, pressing against your hand. He looked up at you, his beautiful eyes all for you. You reached down and kissed his forehead, causing his eyes to close shut at the feeling of your affection.

Before Katsuki could bask in all the attention and praise he felt Eijiro pull out almost entirely leaving just the tip of his cock in before pushing back in. The dragging of his thick cock inside of him, made the blond Omega moan unhindered. His pussy spasming as he clenched around Eijiro’s thick cock. With such a positive sound out of one of his Omegas, Eijiro slowly built-up a pace, fucking into Katsuki’s cunt.

“Oh…” Katsuki moaned. He had never felt anything like it. Nothing as completing as being one with an Alpha like this. His husband. His Alpha. “Yes… yes, Eijiro.” He spoke softly into the sheets as his ass moved back against Eijiro’s pelvis. The blond Omega couldn’t stop himself from moving his hips back, meeting Eijiro’s thrusts as he purred loudly.

Eijiro’s large hands gripped Katsuki’s hips so tightly it was almost as if he was afraid that the Omega would disappear. Katsuki’s tight cunt squeezed his cock perfectly, the feeling of him massaging his cock with his soft velvety insides made Eijiro’s head face up with a low groan. He looked back down at Katsuki who had a sultry look on his beautiful face, crimson eyes filled with lust and wanting. Eijiro couldn’t help but smirk. The spitfire Katsuki, the one who was tough and unpleasant was here purring out a storm for him, smelling as sweet and divine as dessert.

With Katsuki adjusted to Eijiro’s cock, the Alpha decided to fasten up his pace. Eijiro pulled Katsuki up, his back against his large chest as he kept one hand on the smaller man’s hips and the other over his chest. The change in position made Katsuki moan as he sunk back, eyes fluttering as he looked up at the Alpha he was now mated to. The mark on his neck throbbing. His eyes, as perfect as dolls, looked up at the Alpha as he purred. His smaller body fitted perfectly against the broader tanned body of his Alpha.

Before Eijiro could even do anything, you moved up onto your knees in front of him. Eijiro’s greatly dilated pupils watched you as you moved to face Katsuki, the Omega who was now wrapped around his cock had his attention moved over to you. You moved to kiss the blond Omega, your hands moving up his pale slim body. Katsuki shivered at the ecstasy of your touch, your hands always knowing how and where to touch him without a hint from him. Your thumbs moved to his large pecs, your thumbs brushing against his perked up pink puffy nipples making him gasp.

Eijiro’s eyebrows raised in surprise, knowing he was sensitive there now. With you occupying Katsuki’s front, Eijiro moved to hold onto the Omega in front of him. His large calloused hands gripped Katsuki’s pale skin as he pounded up into the Omega. The harsh thrust made Katsuki’s glistening lips separate from yours with a cry.

Eijiro let out a grunt as he fucked into Katsuki hard and fast, slick dripping down his cock. Katsuki’s body jostled forward into your hold as he did so. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around your neck as you had your head buried between his pecs, biting and sucking at them.

Katsuki’s eyes rolled back at the relentless assault onto his insides. Eijiro’s thick cock hit a spot inside him that had him seeing stars. “FUCKING- EIJIRO!!” He cried out as Eijiro continued the assault on his insides. The large Alpha let out a loud growl as he tightened his grip on the Omega. “THERE! RIGHT THERE! Right-” You had your hands holding his full pecs, kissing and sucking on his right nipple. You twisted and pinched his left one, his areola puffy and pink. His breath stuttered as his hips twitched. The pleasure and pain were too much all at once. A mewl stumbled out of his lips, his pussy tightening as you fondled his tits. “I- I-” The words were taken right out of Katsuki as he felt a sort of pleasure run over his body that he had never felt before.

His cunt tightened around Eijiro viciously as a high pitched keen escaped his throat. His thighs shook as he held onto you tightly. Katsuki’s orgasm wrecked through his body like a wave crashing down on the shores. Slick squirted out of him, wetting his thighs. You shushed him sweetly as you held him in your arms, his mind blank and empty.

Eijiro let out a groan at the feeling of his spasming pussy. “Oh fuck! Yes.” He growled as he tightened his grip, fucking him through his orgasm. You could tell by the look in his eyes that Eijiro had lost himself to the throughs of pleasure as his Alpha seemed to only have on goal in mind. His rapidly growing knot sat at the base of his cock, moving in and out of Katsuki as he fucked him harder. Saliva dripped from his fangs as he was focused on purely breeding Katsuki. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Such a good fucking Omega.” He growled. “Gonna take my knot. Gonna give me pup.”

Katsuki mewled as you finally let go of his nipples. He gasped, his lips separating as he took in air. He moved back against Eijiro, moving his head underneath Eijiro’s as he moved his arms to wrap around Eijiro’s neck to keep him against him. “Give it to me.” He whispered in pleasure. “I want it.” He nodded his head pleadingly, begging him to do so. “I want it so bad. Give me your knot~”

Eijiro’s large hand took Katsuki’s jaw, angling it away before licking over the fresh new bite mark at his neck. It made the blond Omega mewl at the electricity that ran up his spine. Eijiro could feel his building orgasm. He was getting restless as he moved to bite Katsuki’s mark again. At the taste of the blond’s skin, his blood and his tightening muscles that made up his soft cunt, Eijiro’s couldn’t help but to come undone.

His eyes rolled back as he let out a deep groan as his cock twitched as his knot pushed inside of him. Katsuki yelped at the large knot that was pushing his hole to his limit. It was so big and thick, fitting Katsuki so well that he was sure that he was going to break into two. Eijiro groaned as he spurt cum inside of Katsuki’s warm unprotected womb. Katsuki sunk back, relaxing with a purr from his chest. He looked down at his abdomen, looking down at his distended stomach. Eijiro’s cock and the amount of cum inside him. It made him feel surreal. It made him feel… whole.

Eijiro took his teeth out of Katsuki’s neck, letting out a heavy breath. He looked down to see Katsuki was purring up a storm, his soft tufts of blond hair resting as his head leaned against his neck. Eijiro let out a stuttered breath as he put a kiss to Katsuki’s head. He looked up at you, where you sat in the nest with a content smile, happy to see them enjoying each other. Your eyes moved to Katsuki as you pushed yourself up. A small chirp and purr came out of you as you moved to put your forehead against his, putting a hand to his side. Katsuki’s red eyes opened tiredly as he looked at you. His eyes were soft as he reached a hand to you. You moved to hold onto him, your purr growing in volume as you nuzzled his face. Katsuki had a soft blush on his face as he held you. Surprising the blond, Eijiro rumbled loudly as he moved to nudge his nose against the nape of Katsuki’s neck before settling his head on top of the blond and putting a hand to your own neck to hold you too.

Katsuki was so grateful to be here. He couldn’t believe he was here. He couldn’t believe that he was between the two people he wanted more than anything in the world. Tears came to his eyes as he felt so happy.

“Eijiro! Alpha! Alpha right there!”

You hopped up and down on Eijiro’s dick, your face warm with a flush as Eijiro held your hips to fuck up into you as you bounced down on him meeting his thrusts. Your Alpha lay back in your nest, a tired smirk on his face as he watched you jump up and down. You had your hands resting on his chest as he moved up and down his cock, your thighs burning at all the effort you had put in.

You flipped your head back, your hands moving up to your chest to grab at your nipples as you bounced. You let out a loud moan as you closed your eyes for a moment. Eijiro noticed that you were starting to get tired but so desperate to reach that high. He let out a soft moan as he held your hips and took full control. You let out a choked groan as you tightened around him, causing him to grunt.

Katsuki, Eijiro and you had been fucking like animals since the moment the three of you were alone. You barely even ate anything because you all seemed so insatiable with each other. You couldn’t stop yourselves from touching and holding each other. Eijiro found it hard now to even think of a time where he thought that the two of you were so innocent and virtuous when either you or your blond best friend had your pussies wrapped around his cock or sitting on his face.

If this is what married life looked like, Eijiro regretted not claiming the two of you sooner.

A growl came out Eijiro’s mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, his feet planting onto the bed as he fucked into you viciously. You gasped as you looked down. The lewd squelches of your creamy cunt felt so loud but nothing compared to your moans. You rolled your eyes back in bliss. “YES! YES! FUCK-” A squeal interrupted you as your body tensed. Thick slick dripped out from your cunt where the two of you were joined, his cock getting doused in a layer of thick creamy slick, dripping down him.

At the feeling of you cumming on his cock, your cunt milking him for everything he got, he groan as he slammed his knot inside you. You relaxed down where you sat on top of him with a sigh. You enjoyed the feeling of more of his warm cum entering you, staying safe all within your womb. You hummed as you reached down to rest your hands on his chest again as you rolled your hips against him, grinding down on his knot and cock.

The door opened behind the both of you, exposing Katsuki in a loose oversized shirt that belonged to Eijiro and an apron. The smell of breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. He leaned against the doorway as he watched the both of you. Love marks and bruises littered his neck and body, the shirt being big enough that you could see them all. “Breakfast is ready.” He notified you two. “Alpha.”

Eijiro hummed as he tilted his head to look past you, the sunlight falling in from the kitchen window making Katsuki’s hair illuminate in the sun. He motioned with one hand for Katsuki to come forward. The blond Omega blushed but walked over to him. “Omega.” Eijiro rumbled as he took Katsuki’s hand as he pulled him closer to the two of you.

Katsuki’s ears went red but he swallowed hard as he continued with what he wanted to say. “Your mother stopped by.” He informed him. “She wants us there for dinner. Everyone will be there.” Eijiro hummed as he held Katsuki’s hand, brushing his thumb over his knuckles while moving his other hand up and down your side. “Do you want to go?”

Eijiro was silent for a moment as he thought. He smiled gently before looking up at the both of you. “It seems, my beautiful wives, that our three days of heaven are over.” He spoke gently. “It is high time we see our family again and get to work on what is needed to be done.” He said with a heavy sigh. “But oh how I wish I could just stay in here with you two for all eternity.”

You chuckled you leaned down to lay on top of Eijiro, your arms keeping your head up as you looked over at him. You placed a kiss onto his jaw as he moved his hands up and down your back. “Eijiro, you have us for the rest of eternity. Should you need us, we are here.” You remind him. “Whatever it is, whatever you want.”

“Katsuki, can you sit on my face? I’m thirsty.”

The question made the blond perk up with a surprised chirp, his face flushing a deep red making you both chuckle. You reached a hand over to your best friend, taking his other hand, amused by his reaction. Katsuki looked away from you and Eijiro with a frown. “You will spoil your breakfast.” He stated simply as his excuse not to wind back into bed with the two of you.

Eijiro let out a soft whine at not being able to get one of his new favourite drinks. You chuckled as you moved to moved some of his black strands of hair out of his face. “Alpha, what do you need from us to do at home while you’re busy?” You asked him. It was something that needed to be discussed considering that you were now married in the Kirishima family and chores might be different that what you and Katsuki did back at home. Katsuki nodded, wanting to know too.

Eijiro hummed as he thought for a moment. “You might need to talk to my mom and Tamami about all of them, because I’m not entirely sure what femmes do.” He let out as he scratched the top of his head. “All I know is you do everything and if you all disappeared, I’d be a very lost masc.” You giggled along with Katsuki but nodded at what he was saying. It made sense to ask Yua considering she was the Head Omega of the Kirishima family, she would know everything. “But that can wait till later.” Eijiro slowly sat up, keeping one arm around you as you sat up, holding you as he did so. “Right now…” You felt his hand move up and down your back making you purr against his chest as you closed your eyes and relaxed. He let out a low chuckle as he looked up at Katsuki who was pulled over to be wrapped up in Eijiro’s arms. “I just want to enjoy my family.”

-Glitch1d

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