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d6volution · 6 months

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Jax/Reader. [Fem alinged reader.]

tags: oral sex, virginity, loss of virginity, established relationships, soft(?) jax, fluff, and smut, jax has a tongue.

Also found on my Ao3 | 2k words.

minors dni.

Jax's gloved fingers tip toed up your side, and you shivered.

"What's wreckin' ya mind dollface, you're bein a little too quiet tonight." You shuffled on the bed before rolling onto your side to face him. "Thinking too much.. I miss home. Being stuck here.. sucks." Jax was silent as you spoke, but a lazy smile was atill present on his lips. "Mnh. Yeeaaahh.. never gets old does it?" Jax laid on his back, hands folded behind his head now.

You took this chance to lay on his chest, nuzzling him a little. He grinned , but before he could say something sly you spoke up instead—

"Jax, I ... think I wanna try it." You mumbled into his chest.

"Mhmm.. try what?" His eyes were closed now. He was clearly relaxing, and your words weren't exactly clicking right now.

"It.. you know.. I just need something to take my mind off of things and—" Jax suddenly sat up , his chest bumping into your nose. His hands were on your shoulders, steading you. "You're not messin' with me, are ya? I'd like to think I've been really respectful of your boundaries lately, ya know." It sounded like he didn't believe you, but he was trying his hardest not to sound like an ass. He got a few gropes in here and there but never pushed you farther than you wanted to go.

"I'm.. serious. We'll just take it slow.." You said and felt your cheeks growing warm at the thought of being intimate with him. You've thought about it a lot but always chickened out.

"I dunno toots, I'm not sure I could hold bac—..." His hand was gliding up your back, but you shot him a look and he chuckled. Raising his hands in his defense. "Alright, alright slow it is.." After all he doesn't have to move fast to drive you crazy anyways.

"W.. Well how do we.. start? It's.. not like I can make out you.. I think." Right, you guys always exchange nuzzles instead. But Jax rolls his eyes and adjusts himself on the bed, "Just lay back will ya? I'll lead the way."

You swallowed and did like he said, falling to the plush of your bed and you felt his hands on your legs. Spreading them apart , you were resisting a little and he paused. "C'mon , I said I'd be gentle and I will babe. Scouts honor." He crossed his heart before grinning down at your nervous form.

"S.. Sorry, I haven't even been this far in the real world no less the digital.." You said embarrassed by your lack of experience. Hoping Jax wouldn't tease you too badly, but he seemed to be taking your feelings into consideration.

"Digital or not , I'm glad ya happened to save yourself for me. Now let me show you how much I appreciate that.. yeah?" He removed your lower clothing and the cold air hitting your skin caused you to shiver. You swore you saw his eyes grow dark for a moment but you didn't have a chance to analyze his expression too much before he yanked you a little by your ankles down the bed and closer to him. "Eep..!" His head was in between your legs now, and you felt something wet running along your thighs, "Jax !?"

"Mmn? I'm in the middle of something doll—"

"I.. Is that your ..tongue..!?" You cut him off and he chuckled you could feel his breath against your skin but he didn't answer. Continuing his assault on your thighs until the wet muscle finally found your folds and you stiffened up, trying to move away from the strange and new sensation but his hands pulled you back gently. "Mnh.. listen , babe. Ya gotta let me know if I'm doin' somethin' wrong alright?" He lifted his head, leaving your cunt clenching and aching for more.

"N.. No, I..I'm sorry I was just surprised— I didn't know you could.. it doesn't matter just continue.. please." You turned your head to the side, avoiding his intense eye contact.

"Before that, give me a word. So....ya know. I'll know when to stop," He said , still admiring your more vulnerable position right now.

"Uh.." You can't think, your mind clouded by the ever growing lust bubbling in your core. "I.. I don't know.. uh, circus!"

He scoffed, clearly amused. "How original."

"Ha. Ha. I can't really think right now, Jax– aahh..!" Your hips bucked as his tongue flicked against that sensitive bean hidden between your folds. Oh, he liked that noise. A little too much, and now he needed more. And he a knew a trick that would keep you singing so sweetly for him.

He licked and flicked at your clit before flatting his long tongue against you dragging his tongue agonizingly slow along your puffy cunt before pulling back, maybe because your thighs were crushing his head now. "Look toots, I know I'm rockin your world here but ya gotta keep those legs open for me yeah?" He said in a somewhat strained voice, prying your legs apart again.

You nodded, your eyes glossy with tears. You were so needy in this moment that you'd do anything he'd ask. "Close 'em again and I'll stop, how about that for a little motivation.~" His voice was playful but, you knew he was serious and that made your insides twist a little.

"Th.. That isn't fair Jax..!" You whined and kept your legs spread even so, though they trembled and you felt even more exposed keeping them open yourself rather him holding them apart.

"Pleaaasee. To be honest, I think it's perfectly fair. You told me to take slow, not that I couldn't be a little mean.. isn't that what ya love about me after all?" He said in a breathy tone, before his eyes were on your cunt again.

"You're gorgeous ya know that? Don't.. tell anyone I said that. Compliments are like currency here." He said with a tad bit of annoyance lacing his tone, "I only wanna spend that on you .." He muttered before lowering himself to go down on you again.

But this time, he was purposely being more attentive. His tongue even diving into your cunt, wiggling its way into your tight hole. And a thick finger sliding inside, you yelped and your legs threatned to close around his head but you forced to yourself to hold your trembling thighs apart. Having his finger to clench down on made it easier to cause friction and push you closer to climax.

Tears spilled over your cheeks from the stimulation and frustration.

"Mmn... mmf.." Jax moaned against your sopping wet cunt, removing his finger and using his tongue instead.. thrusting it in and out of your hole. His lidded eyes bored into your skull, you looked delicious to him when you cried.

You couldn't take it, your body jolted and legs locked around his head as you came. Soiling his face in the process. "Hh.. Hhaa..! Damn it.."

Jax tutted as he lifted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Ya didn't keep your legs open at the end there.. Hm, I'm not sure I should let you get away with that." The tone of his voice was playful. He grins, that shit eating grin while staring at you as he climbed atop your quivering body. You were clearly still coming down from your high.

"H..Huh..? Jax.. I couldn't help it.." You sighed, chest heaving up and down. "Please.." You reached out for his hand and he allowed you, still speaking as his gloved thumb rubbed the back of your hand gently.

"Yeah, yeah of course you couldn't.. .I'm good at what I do after all," He said and kneeled in front of your spread legs. "But, we can agree ya need just a little punishment right?" He took your intertwined hands and locked them atop your head, leaving you a little exposed and vulnerable to his touch.

Pulling his cock from his overalls with the opposite hands, he started stroking it slowly. "But, I'll be gentle like ya said.." He gives a wink before leaning down and nuzzling the side of your face reassuringly. It's all apart of the bit, "You ready for this?" He whispered, making sure you were okay to move forward.

You were soaked between your legs. More than ready but still a little nervous. "Ready.." You agreed quietly, the tension in the air was palpable.

You should be relaxed after his reassurance, but the size of his cock resting in his hand was making your body tense and cunt clench around nothing.. in both anticipation and a dash of fear.

He rubbed the thick tip against your sopping wet hole, and dragged it against your clit, teasing you. "Gentle.. yeeah... mn.." He muttered, getting lost in this bit of pleasure. "So good for me.."

Gentle. Slow. Teasing.

Fuck, you couldn't take it. He had to be grinding against your cunt for two minutes straight now.

"Jax..please..please just put it in.."

"Mmn. Don't worryy.. I'll take of care ya, make you feel reeaal good.." "He said and let go of your hands as he focused on lining himself up with your hole, his tip nudged at your tight hole. Slipping a few times when he tried to push forward, "Too fuckin' tight doll, hold on yeah..? Your cute cunt seems to need some convincing.." He thrusted forward rather hard, a few inches finally pushing past the resistance in your cunt.

"Jax..!" You yelped in pain, a burning sensation was felt in between your legs and he shushed you, staying completely still. "Hey, hey.. I've got ya, I'm right here.. breathe doll." He said and watched your expressions.. so determined to take him, yet so vulnerable. It made him throb inside of you.

After a several seconds you finally spoke. "Y.. You can move now.."

He was trying so hard to hold back, it's been forever since he was buried in a pussy. So once you gave him the okay he began to move, albeit slow. More inches sunk into your wet hole. Causing your back to arch a little, "Nngh..." Jax was grunting in your ear until he finally bottomed out inside of you, "There we go, nice and deep in there... ya feel that? Feel me?" He said as his hand traced your stomach just long your belly button.

"So big .. Jax.. feels good.." You panted out, unintentionally bucking your hips forward. "Mmn.. I know doll, Im gonna move alright..?" He said and you nodded, arms around his neck now as he started to slide in and out of you, lewd squishing noises and soft moans and grunts filled the room. You were both lost in the pleasure, your body relaxing more and Jax becoming a bit more rough.

"Yeah.. nngh.. ju-just like that ... take it .." He panted out, taking one of your legs and placing it on his shoulder, his hips were a blur now but your expressions and cries of pleasure was all the reassurance he needed to keep drilling into your cunt.

Your mind felt cloudly with lust, but that unmistakable knot in your stomach was only getting tighter, threatening to burst. He could feel you, and took this opportunity to draw gentle circles along your clit, "T.. There ya go.. wanna come for me, c'mon.." He egged you on , rolling his hips deep into your cunt. His full weight accompanied each hard thrust.

You tried to hold on , but he knew how to hit every sensitive spot. Over and over. His hips slapping against yours , the sound of your bodies colliding rung in your ears.

"Ffuuahh Jax, gonna co.. come .. gonna..!!" You whined, nails digging into his back as you held him close. Cunt clamping down on his size hard. His own hips stuttered, "D..Damn it, doll.. ya tryna milk me or something..?" He sighed as he spilled into your cunt, unable to resist the way you clamped down onto him.

He gave a few more shallow thrust, forcing back in the cum that threatned to spill out. "You're perfect.." He sighed out, clearly spent and slowly pulling out of your twitching hole.

"Mmn.. thank you Jax, for this.." You kissed his cheek and out of all things, that seemed to make him flush a little.

"Don't sweat it.. let's," He cleared his throat, "Get you cleaned up alright.. I'll run a bath,"

"Can't we cuddle for a bit first..?"

Jax froze and rubbed his neck, "Look toots, I'm not sure about gettin all cuddled up on cum stained sheets," He rose his hands, "Hey, but if thats what you're into I'm not one to kinksh– oof." You tossed a pillow at his face, and he chuckled.

"Heh, like I thought, now let's get all cleaned up first, then I'll cuddle all you'd like doll.

"Sound like a deal?"

#the amazing digital circus #jax tadc #jax x reader #jaxsmut #minors dni #jax the amazing digital circus

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wileys-russo · 5 months

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idk if this is really boring but could you do a leah x alessia x reader where r isn’t a footballer but has to do some charity football match for work or whatever (u can work out the details idk😭) & her gfs get competitive over teaching r how to play and prepping her for the game then they go support her at the match and r does really good IDK feel free to ignore if that’s rubbish lmfao

psa; just because i write this does not mean i ship these two irl! offence and defence II a.russo & l.williamson

"baby?"

you looked up from your book with a hum to meet alessia's raised eyebrow, leahs head in your lap as she lay down on the sofa dead asleep. "what is this?" your girlfriend questioned, turning her phone to face you as your eyes widened.

"where did you find that less?" you sighed, the snap of your book closing causing leahs eyes to flutter open as she mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, burying her face in your stomach.

"its all over your companies social media, i hardly had to go looking." alessia holding up a screenshot of a poster for an upcoming charity football day ran by the company you worked for. "i'm not doing it anyway so it doesn't matter." you rolled your eyes.

"and why not?" alessia scoffed, locking her phone and crossing her arms. "because football is your thing, not mine." you gestured between your two blonde lovers and back to yourself. "babe its for charity!" alessia pointed out and you groaned, knowing now she'd latched on there wasn't a chance she'd let it go.

"i'll still go and help out with the fundraising and the event itself, i'm just not playing." you chuckled, leah pulling her face out of your hoodie with a tired scowl. "shut up!" the blonde grumbled tiredly, fixing the two of you with a glare, annoyed at the interruption to her afternoon snooze.

"sorry lee." you apologized softly, running a hand through her hair and kissing her forehead. "no you'll wanna be awake for this, get up!" alessia smacked the back of her legs, taking a seat on the opposite end of the lounge as leah groaned.

"leave her be and drop it alessia!" you warned the striker with a firm look who only poked at the back of leahs legs repeatedly until she finally sat up with a huff. "what?" she spat toward the other blonde with an unimpressed glare as the girl handed her the phone.

"so?" leah questioned, not quite putting things together still half asleep. "she's refusing to play." alessia spoke about you as if you weren't even there as leah paused for a moment, cogs turning until it clicked.

"you're playing." she rounded on you, handing alessia back her phone and rubbing at her eyes, face still a little puffy as you exhaled deeply.

"no i am not, please just let it go!" you pleaded, your puppy dog eyes which normally worked a charm to get you whatever you wanted not working for you this time as both your girlfriends stared on unfazed.

"suddenly i feel a cramp coming on. oh this might be fatal!" you groaned, clutching your hamstring with a dramatic cry of pain, a smile tugging at alessia's lips as leahs remained pursed into a thin line.

"guess you better rest it tonight then, we start training tomorrow." "what!"

"come on love, training time." leah clapped the moment the three of you returned from a run as you groaned, laying down on the floor in protest.

you'd hardly ran far, only enough to keep the girls legs warm on their day off, but kicking a ball around your backyard was the last thing you felt like doing.

"i'll just watch some football games, study them. that's fine!" you waved her off as alessia watched on amused after chugging a glass of water.

"no you won't. you're dating two professional footballers babe this is our area of expertise. let us help you!" leah loomed over you, holding out her hands to help you up, wiggling her fingers impatiently.

"i didn't ask for help, thank you though." you slapped her hand in a lazy high five before they slumped back to your sides. "baby." leah now addressed alessia who raised an eyebrow. leah only clicked her fingers, pointing to you and striding off outside.

"hi gorgeous." alessia grinned down at you, blonde hair tied back in a messy bun as she chewed on gum, a habit which stressed you out to no end when she'd do it while playing or exercising.

"fine." you gave in with a sigh, knowing what came next as you held your arms up straight. alessia grabbed your wrists, hauling your body up and over her shoulder, walking the two of you out to the backyard.

"first lesson. kicking!" leah announced as alessia placed you down on your feet, leaving it to leah as she sat down on your back steps, leaning back on her elbows and watching on with a toothy grin of amusement.

"okay babe. kick the ball!" leah ordered, placing it down by your feet as you glared at her, poking the ball with your toe as it dribbled a mere thirty centimeters and stopped. "the more you fight us on it, the longer we spend out here." leah warned, tapping the ball back as it returned to your feet.

"kick it." she repeated as you wound up, this time booting it with all your force as it went sailing up and over the back fence. "oh we lost the ball...what a shame!" you shrugged, turning on heel and trying to return inside as alessia grabbed the back of your shorts.

with a shake of her head she pushed you gently back toward leah who'd already returned with another ball. "you're gonna make a perfect striker with that right foot baby." alessia smiled happily causing leah to scoff.

"she's gonna be an even better defender with that power in her kicks." leah rebutted with her hands on her hips. "okay my loves lets not-" you tried to intervene, knowing all too well where this was headed, cut off before you could even finish.

"striker." "defender." "striker!" "defender!" "she's playing offence leah!" "she'll be playing defence alessia!"

you gave up at that point as their bickering erupted, alessia jumping to her feet as you rolled your eyes and headed inside. you gave your boss a quick call, updating you were in fact available to play and wincing at he announced the only position left.

"baby you ran off." alessia appeared as you'd hung up, leah not far behind. "no! the two of you started arguing like children, so i took a leave of absence." you quipped, staring them both down as they smiled guiltily.

"doesn't matter anyway, there was only one position left." you sighed, both your girlfriends staring at you eagerly awaiting your answer. "well?" leah pushed impatiently as alessia shoved her with a look.

"goalkeeper."

"okay baby we're gonna start slow. lee will throw it and you'll just catch it." alessia instructed as you exhaled but nodded, readying yourself.

"see? easy love." leah smiled happily as you caught the ball, repeating the activity for a while, leah starting to throw in different directions causing you to have to move to catch it.

"now we move onto kicking and saving." you'd moved in front of the small goal which took permanent residence in your backyard. "go easy!" you warned nervously, having seen many a time just how powerful alessia could kick.

"ready?" you nodded, readying yourself as the blonde took a step back, boots hitting the ball with a thud as it came sailing toward your head and you darted out of the way.

"you're supposed to stop it not avoid it babe!" alessia lectured as you fixed her with a glare. "i will stop it when you don't kick it at my head!" you growled, booting the ball at her as hard as you could as she was now the one to dart away.

"stop laughing!" you turned your glare on leah now whose chuckles ceased, holding her hands up.

"okay! i think that's enough for today."

"baby think fast!" you barely had time to lift your head before alessia's trainer came flying at you, smacking you in the side of the face as leah choked on her mouthful of food beside you.

"alessia mia teresa!" you yelled, the blonde sprinting out of the room as you hauled her shoe after her. "something funny?" you challenged your other girlfriend, her smile dropping as she shook her head and you huffed, moving to the sink to wash your dishes.

"why are you so grumpy this morning my girl?" leahs arms wound round you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder.

"why do you think? all week the two of you have been throwing things at me, kicking stuff at me, hitting me with shoes and fruit and books!" you scowled, trying to push her body away from you but the taller girl held on tightly.

"it was part of training! and hey you caught most of it...the last couple of days." leah winced at the memory, her and alessia perhaps a little too passionate in their mission to mold you into the best goalkeeper they could.

"well i didn't ask to be trained!" you reminded firmly, placing your dishes in the drying rack and shoving leah away. "i am not a dog." you warned her seriously, poking at her chest and turning, barreling right into someone else's.

"good morning i love you?" alessia tried, holding your body tightly to hers with a guilty smile, ducking her head to repeatedly kiss the side of her face where she'd assaulted you with her shoe.

"you're lucky i love you too."

"baby! you did so so so so good." you laughed as alessia picked you up in a bear hug, spinning you around for a minute before leah whined it was her turn, tugging you into her body and peppering your face with kisses, mumbling how proud she was.

"okay okay i am still at a work event." you gently pushed her off, face flushed bright red both from the game you'd just won and the showering of pda.

"-then when you did the dive??" alessia gasped, the three of you now sat in her car and on your way back to your shared home. "yeah love where did you learn to dive like that?" leah asked, leaning forward with a curious frown.

"watched a bunch of videos of mary. i told you if you just left me be to study i'd have been fine! instead of assaulting me with a barrage of household objects all weeks." you rolled your eyes playfully, alessia squeezing your leg with a smile, other hand on the steering wheel.

"well we're exceptionally proud of you baby girl." leah beamed, pinching your cheek before kissing it, dropping back into her seat. "good! because do not expect that ever again, god i don't know how you do that every weekend i am exhausted." you groaned tiredly.

"not too tired i hope love, we still have to celebrate you." alessia smiled suggestively, meeting leahs eyes in her rear view mirror as the eldest blonde leaned forward again, placing a few gentle kisses to your neck.

"yeah baby, gonna make you feel like a winner. our winner!"

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #alessia russo x reader #engwnt #alessia russo #woso blurbs #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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pinkynana · 1 year

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cw : stepbro!nahyuck x fem reader, stepcest, mention of somnophilia (but not written in detail), pussy eating, threesome, blowjob, degradation, praising, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breast play, dumbification, tell me if i missed anything

a/n : i'm sorry for being away for a month. i'm gonna disappear for another month, i think. sorry. also, this was an anon request that i wanted to do longer (and might be a series)

living away from your parents bcs of college was normal. what (didn't) irritate you are your two annoying step brothers, hyuck and jaemin, who constantly visit you. and by constantly, this means everyday and sleepovers during the weekend. you always say they bother you but it actually gives you company. living alone can be scary for young women like you.

one morning, you bent down to grab your bowl in the lower cabinet. what surprises you is the feeling of jaemin's hips meeting yours. you squeaked and gasped when he even pulled you closer to him. "good morning. having breakfast?" he asked innocently.

"yeah, you want some?" you pushed him away gently. "sure. you'll make some for me?" you nod, taking two bowls instead of one. "how do you like to eat your oatmeal?" you finally turn around to see your step brother's face.

"aren't you such a good girl?" you felt shivers run down your spine when he slid his finger down from your chin to your jaw. you didn't know why he was looking at you with such eyes. "huh?"

"asking me what i like." this time, he trapped you in between him and the counter behind you. both his arms next to your hips and his head tilted. you blinked, feeling a weird hot tension.

"i like mine with honey." you said with an awkward smile, trying to break the tension in between you two.

"sweet." he kisses your cheek.

he does that all the time. so does your other step brother, donghyuck. you thought it was just a sweet gesture between step siblings but these days it felt different.

jaemin finally left you alone so you could make him the breakfast you promised. but just few minutes after, donghyuck came along as he smacked your ass with no guilt whatsoever. "hey!" you frowned. "that's not very nice." you weren't sure why you felt embarrassed. siblings joke around like this all the time, right? including step siblings, right?

donghyuck licked his lips before saying "you've no plans today?" he asked, looking at you in your pajamas still. he knew that if you had plans, you'd wash up before breakfast or sometimes you'd just grab breakfast outside. but you're here in the kitchen with no signs of going out.

"it's a lazy day, i think." you shrugged. "how's this?" you scooped a little bit of your honey oatmeal to his face, asking him to have a taste. if only you knew that he couldn't care less about whatever the fuck you're cooking. so he pushed away your spoon.

"wanna have plans with me?"

"i said it's a lazy day."

he rolled his eyes. "yeah, the plan is to have a lazy day together."

"i don't mind but you know, if you're gonna stay here might as well-"

"i'll be in your room." and there goes your hopes of having your brother to pay rent with you since they've been hanging around a lot with you. of course you love them but it's a capitalist world you live in.

"jaemin, if you don't get here and eat your oatmeal, i'll put strawberries in it."

"we can just watch movies?" hyuck suggested. "that's boring." jaemin pushed him slightly. "i can teach you guys how to crochet? or maybe cross stitch?" you smiled at your own suggestion.

"honey, it's a lazy day, remember?" hyuck looked at you.

"fine, i'll just take a nap. you guys do whatever you want." you stomp your feet to your room, acting upset to your step brothers.

"look what you did, you upset our baby sister!" jaemin complained. "shut up, let her sleep. she said we could do anything." donghyuck smirked, which made jaemin immediately understand his ideas.

having a dream where both your step brothers grope you in your sleep shouldn't feel that good. waking up with wet panties with no one by the side of your bed shouldn't feel this lonely. is lonely even the word you're looking for?

you wonder if it's a bad thing that you want to touch yourself to the thought of those two. you've never touched yourself for someone in real life. it's always fictional men that make you feel this way. so why is it that your brothers are the ones you thirst for at the moment?

riding your pillow with nothing but your undergarments on while thinking of hyuck's fingers that touched you in your dreams. the kisses that jaemin gave you on your stomach, your breast. thinking that your step brothers had leave your apartment, you let out loud moans, calling out their names.

you felt your body jump when suddenly your bedroom door opened with jaemin and donghyuck. you don't know if it's a good or a bad thing that donghyuck literally had his dick out, jerking himself off. you blinked in confusion.

"i thought you left." you said.

"when our baby is this sexually frustrated? of course not." jaemin held your chin up so you'd look at him. embarrassment was the only thing you felt at the moment. you probably looked like a disgusting whore to your brothers.

they loved it.

"want us to help you, baby?" though you were ashamed, you couldn't help but say "please."

"up, now." you sat up so jaemin could remove the pillow you were riding. he sees the wet patch on it and on your panties. "dirty girl." he smirked. "i gotta clean you up. lay down for me, pretty." you obliged.

as your head fell on your pillow, you see donghyuck still jerking off on his dick. it made your mouth water. his cock looked so delicious to you.

while you fantasized of giving hyuck a blowjob, jaemin had taken off your panties and gave your pussy a kiss. "you can move whenever you want, okay?" he said before finally devouring your nasty clit. with just the feeling of his lips there, you were already pulling his hair and moaning like a bitch.

"fuck, you look like a cheap slut like that." you hear donghyuck said. "ride his fucking face, whore." you weren't even aware that you obeyed donghyuck's order. you moved your hips on jaemin's lips like they had their mind of their own. "wanna suck you.." you looked at your step brother who was degrading you.

"oh, you really are a fucking whore." hyuck was nowhere gentle with you. he pushed your face down into your pillows as he climbed on your bed, kneeling in front of your face before giving you what you thirsted for.

in just a few seconds, hyuck was already thrusting his cock into your throat. "that's right. since i made you cum in your sleep you gotta make me cum in your mouth, got it?" and when he said that, you couldn't help but smile.

so what happened before wasn't a dream? they really did touch you while you were asleep. or could this situation still be in your dream.

"so fucking sexy. you look so sexy smiling with my cock in your mouth. of course i gotta reward you with my cum, right? wanna swallow my cum, huh? you dirty slut?"

before you could nod, you felt jaemin's dick enter you hole that he made out with earlier. and suddenly everything felt so good. you were practically in heaven. you couldn't believe that you questioned your morals while you masturbated earlier. who cares about morals when you could have big dicks inside you?

"her real reward is my cum in her womb. gonna make sure she gets pregnant today." jaemin said as he thrusted into you harshly. "my good girl. always obeying me. always make me feel good." your head went dizzy with the praising from jaemin and degradation from donghyuck. "you're squeezing me so tight, baby. that feel good?" jaemin's balls hitting your cunt felt like the thing that has been missing in your life. you finally understood the tension you felt from earlier this morning.

you wanted to have sex with your step brothers.

"gonna cum." hyuck grunts, still thrusting at your mouth. "gonna cum and you're gonna swallow, alright? be the fucking whore that you are." donghyuck holds your face on his last thrust, keeping it steady like that so he could cum deep in your throat. he sighed once he released his hot liquid and pulled out. "what are you?" he strokes your hair.

"lee donghyuck's cumslut." your answer gave you a kiss from your step brother where he could even taste his cum on your lips. you then smiled happily before you continued to moan from the feeling of jaemin's cock throbbing inside you.

the moans went louder as his hips went faster. it didn't help that donghyuck was now sucking on your bouncing tits.

"fuck fuck fuck, need to fill this hole up." jaemin groaned as you felt him pour his cum into your pussy. it was no surprise that you loved every feeling of it.

as jaemin pulled away and went to the bathroom, hyuck stayed right there with you, still sucking on your boobs.

"dude, i'm going home." the both of you hear jaemin half yell from outside of your room.

"yeah, you go do that. i'll have fun with my little fucktoy." donghyuck intertwined his fingers with yours, adjusting his position so his dick meets your pussy.

#nahyuck smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #jaemin smut #tw stepcest

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doublecheekedkinard · 7 months

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Fuck it Friday

I have been tagged a multitude of times in the last few weeks by @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 and various others and i've had nothing but since we're saying fuck it today, there was a conversation between @cryinginthebronco and I because of a student I dealt with a work today and this was the result - which may or may not get fleshed out, I really dont know.

"Henry - Darling -" Pez lets the word drip from his tongue, drawn out and slow, as he slips the book from Henrys hands and slots himself into the same space that it had occupied, propped on the edge of the table, his socked feet coming to rest on Henrys thighs. "Rude," Henry blinks, though he cant help the smile that appears across his face for his best friend. "Do you know what day it is today?" Pez asks "I believe it's a Wednesday." Henry nods, his hands wrapping around Pez's ankles, looking for somewhere to go in the absence of a book. Pez wrinkles his nose. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling, think - special occassion." Henry rolls his eyes at the reference. "If you're asking whether or not I have forgotten the date of my own birthday then I can assure yo-" "A very particular birthday," Pez cuts in, booping Henry on the nose with an index finger to emphasize the 'particular.' "Ah." It's solemn, an understanding nod. "You have come to make good on our arrangement." "Henry Augustus Edward Percival Bruce James whatever the hell your middle names are-" Henry scowls and somehow manages to hiccup a laugh at the same time, Pez knows full well what his names are. "-Will you marry me?" "Percy Okonjo," he pauses, letting it settle in, "I will. I think we've been spinsters long enough." Pez paddles his feet on Henrys knees and lets out a loud, gleeful yell. He takes Henrys face in his hands and kisses both his cheeks, wet, a little sloppy. "I'll rally the witnesses!"

Several years later.

“I’m gonna marry the shit out of you one day, sweetheart.” Alex drawls, lazy with a sated post-coital delirium.

Henry doesn’t mean to squeak.

Alex shuffles over onto his side, squinting at Henry suspiciously, “-what was that?”

“Um – Alex,” Henry sounds more panicked than he really wants to, he sits up, suddenly a lot less sated. “I haven’t – you mustn’t take this the wrong way – it’s a matter very easily rectified given the situation…” He’s chewing at an already worn-down fingernail, staring off at the wall, seeing nothing.

“Henry, spit it out, I’m getting nervous.” Alex sits up too, crossing his legs so he’s facing Henry, eyes roaming across the side profile of his face.

“Well – the thing is, Pez and I had an arrangement, you know, we were 23 and chronically, god, depressingly single and maybe a little bit drunk but we agreed that if neither of us were in a serious relationship by the time we were 30 we would – well, we got married.”

There’s a silence that spans the length of Henrys nerves.

“You’re married?” Alex deadpans, his face a straight line “to Pez?”

“It’ll be a very simple divorce – annulment even, we never-“

“Nope, you’re not gonna finish that sentence, I don’t want the metal image.”

“You’re not - I don’t know, mad?” Henry hesitates.

“Not a fan of the neurotic girlfriend stereotype, babe, i’m a feminist.”

Henry snorts.

“I’m sorry, it completely slipped my mind.”

“Oh, it’s easy for you to just forget you’re married? Shit, maybe we should-“

He point blank refuses to hear the last part of Alex’s comment, banter or not, so he talks over him.

“Forgive me if i’ve spent the last three years with my face buried so deeply between your arse cheeks, physically and metaphorically, that I forgot i’m in a platonic marriage of convenience with my best friend.”

#shush chloe #rwrb

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some-creep · 1 year

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Inspired, I guess. Maybe a bit different than my usual. More S3 centric than you're expecting. Vague surface level exploration of some character interactions with the new new squid beak spoon

Mostly just Callie and Marie want to spend time together but can't

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"Where's Agent 1?" The young Octoling didn't know why she bothered to ask the Captain anything, it wasn't like she usually got an answer. Captain didn't seem keen on talking to anyone, except for Agent 2, although she still couldn't be sure anything Agent 2 said that the Captain said was true.

Captain stared at her, unmoving, with an expression that seemed to suggest annoyance with the question.

Neo shivered as a cold breeze blew past them. The snow in Alterna may have been artificial, but that didn't make it any less chilly in the large, underground dome.

"She said she had something to take care of back at base, and that she wouldn't be long," Neo said, wondering if there was even a point to her explaining what had happened. Captain was as stoic and serious as ever, expression unchanged. "And Agent 2 isn't here either…"

No response.

"Was it a mission? Like…scouting and stuff, or supply gathering?"

"..."

"Did they tell you to stay and be a lookout?"

"..."

"Do you know when they'll be back?"

"..."

"Did they tell you anything?"

"..."

"Right, well, I'm going to look for them if you aren't going to help."

Neo began looking for clues around the basecamp as to which direction they could have gone in hopes of finding some answers. Was any gear missing? If so, what? Everything seemed to be in the same order as it was when she left. They couldn't have gotten far because Agent 2 seemed too lazy for that. She spotted two pairs of footprints in the artificial snow leading away from their outpost. She hadn't made it far along the trail before Captain stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

She flinched, looking up at the older, larger Inkling, who stood a head and a half taller than her. Neo didn't know why she was being blocked, but she was. She knew she wasn't going to get an answer, either.

"Alright, okay. Can you please tell Agent 1 that I was looking for her? And to call me on the radio or meet with me? I'll get back to work, okay? Sorry."

Neo turned, scampering off, feeling Captain staring at her until she was no longer close enough to see.

"I'm not covering for you anymore."

Marie hummed in disinterest, leaning on the large container wall next to the Captain. As curious as they all were to its contents, none of them could pry it open, so instead, it acted as a wall to tape documents to. And to lounge against.

"I'm serious."

Marie ignored them, pulling her gloves on and flexing her fingers, "I dunno how Callie dresses like she does out here. Or you, for that matter."

"We both know *why* Callie dresses like that, though."

Marie shot them a warning glance, shoving her hands into her pockets, "watch it, Three."

"You're disgusting, you know that, right?"

"I don't remember asking for your opinion."

"Getting it."

"You're gonna get it." Marie pulled a half empty pack of cigarettes out of her coat pocket, deciding to smoke since they were alone. Despite their argument, something that wasn't uncommon between them, she offered a cigarette to Captain, who declined.

"Eight would get mad."

"Where is Eight, anyway?"

"Still in Inkopolis. She said she doesn't want to move."

She hummed again, closing her eyes. Marie thought for a moment, letting her cigarette quietly burn away between her lips before she spoke, "that's too bad."

Captain didn't answer, crossing their arms and staring off into the horizon.

Neo watched from a distance as Agent 1 sat on a rock, playing with Little Buddy. She had a container of power eggs, which she was throwing for him in exchange for tricks she asked him to do. The smallfry seemed captivated by her, bouncing around and chirping in response to all of the attention. It was just another reason Neo found herself drawn to Agent 1 over anyone else in the group.

While it was true that Neo was an Octoling, she spoke a different dialect of Octarian than Agent 1 had learned. They couldn't really understand each other that well, but Neo appreciated her enthusiasm to at least…try. She seemed delighted to learn about all the differences between the Octarian dialect spoken in Octo Canyon versus what they spoke in the Splatlands. By contrast, Agent 2 seemed wary of her, and uneasy about the notion of Neo and Agent 1 going off on their own together. In turn, it made her distrust Agent 2's morals.

Agent 1 smiled, occasionally reaching down to pet him, or scratch his back. She wasn't sure if Little Buddy was more person or pet, but he seemed to be having fun at any rate, so maybe it didn't matter too much. She wondered if Marie would be open to the idea of adopting a salmonid of their own.

The young Octoling approached the duo, brushing snow off of her newly repaired pant leg. "He likes you a lot, huh?"

Agent 1 nodded, watching the smallfry hop back up into his cozy little backpack bed. "We're on the same wavelength. We both love yummy treats! Although, I don't think power eggs taste very good. Um. I'm not even sure if you're supposed to eat them. I mean I definitely haven't tried! So I just assume they don't taste good."

Neo gave a vague 'uh huh' in response, too distracted by everything she wanted to ask Agent 1. Where had she gone? What took her so long? Why did Captain stop her from looking? How come she looked like she'd gotten hurt? Maybe that was the safest question to ask.

"Where'd you get that bruise?" Neo asked, pointing at Agent 1's arm.

She looked down, squeaking, face flushing. "Oh- oh that! No, ah see… I got it when I was with Maaar- Agent 2! Er, no, I mean!! I got it when we were... Together! Uh- *Scouting* together! Yeah, yeah yeah." She began to rub at her arm, as if trying to "clean" the spot off her arm, not realizing in the moment it would only make it more obvious.

Neo seemed more concerned than ever, crouching down to be at her level. Despite the age difference, Neo still felt compelled to protect her friends, just as they did to her. "Did someone hurt you?"

"Of course not! Agent 2 just grabbed my arm a little too rough when she– when I almost walked off a ledge cus I wasn't paying attention!" She seemed pleased by her own excuse.

Neo didn't buy it, but she didn't feel comfortable calling Agent 1 out about lying. The way her and Agent 2 interacted never felt quite right, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Agent 2 always seemed to hover nervously around her, always watching her, always trying to get her alone. She promised herself to keep a closer eye on them from now on.

"How come you don't actually *do* anything?"

The question was harsh, Neo's tone was even harsher. Agent 2 didn't flinch as she looked at Neo with her usual, sleepy expression.

"Agent 1 comes out with me into the field to help, and Captain is almost always working on plans and documents and maps. But all you do is stand around and complain."

It had been a few days since Agent 1 had last vanished, and in that time, Neo had spent whatever extra time she had observing the group wherever they were all together.

Agent 2 seemed disinterested in her questioning, taking a drink from her thermos, which boldly displayed an obviously glittery "Squid Sisters" logo, and grimacing. "You know, the coffee we have down here sucks. If you find anything out there you should let me know."

"Are you like this on purpose?"

"Yeah."

Neo wanted to smack that dumb little sideways smirk off of Agent 2's face. Who did she think she was, anyway?! Neo clenched her fists, glaring up at her. "You're lazy, good for nothing, and I know what you did to Agent 1!" She didn't know why she broke now, of all times. But she felt like she had every right to do so! She was out there risking her life every day, and Agent 2 was whining about coffee!

This, finally, got her attention. Agent 2 narrowed her eyes, pushing herself up off the wall she often leaned against in one fluid, effortless motion. "That right, squiddo?" Her tone invited conflict, begged for it, for a chance to put Neo in her place.

Neo had to stand firm. Besides, it wasn't as if Marie was the athletic type, she couldn't fight back even if she wanted to, and she was too lazy to want to.

"I know you hurt her. I don't know why you did, but I know that you did! I saw the mark you left on her." Neo could feel her voice trembling. How was Agent 2 just as scary as the Captain! There was something about her unusual, golden eyes that made her anxious.

"Oh, yeah?" She said, further inviting Neo to keep accusing her of abusing Callie.

By now, Agent 1 and Captain had noticed their standoff, but chose not to intervene. Not yet. So long as it wasn't physical, it was better to let them butt heads and get it out of their system. That's how the Captain saw it. Agent 1 was less inclined to agree.

"She's- she's my friend, okay! And I won't let you hurt her or - or else I'll–"

Neo thought it was a good idea to draw her gun to prove how serious she was. She knew Agent 2 wasn't taking her seriously; she *never* took her seriously!

But Agent 2 was quick on the draw.

Scary quick.

Neo had only started to raise her weapon when Agent 2 reacted, grabbing her charger from the top of a nearby crate and twirling it once to rest the barrel against Neo's forehead. The young Octoling froze, wide-eyed.

"Careful where you point that thing. Wouldn't want someone getting hurt." On the last word, she jabbed her charger forward, knocking Neo to the ground, leaving a small, circular indent on her forehead.

By now, Agent 1 had reached them so she could attempt to de-escalate things. She grabbed Agent 2 by the arm, speaking quickly, but softly. "Hey, Marie, Marie, what's gotten into you? Let's relax, come on. Did I lose track of time again? Is it seasonal stuff again?"

Neo sat dazed on the ground, watching the two of them walk off together. She found it strange that Agent 1 didn't seem worried about her…at all. She was the one hurt, wasn't she? But there she went, walking off with the person who had attacked her.

Captain stepped beside Neo, laughing under their breath.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

Callie pulled Marie away and into the long abandoned shipping container they'd been using as their private hideout. The door hinge had long since rusted to the point of being unusable, but it was positioned so that the door closed enough for privacy. There were a few empty boxes inside, which Callie had stacked in such a way to further hide them should anyone decide to curiously peek in.

She let Marie go once they were hidden. Callie rested her hand on Marie's chest, rubbing her thumb back and forth, trying to soothe her.

"Mar…what was all that?"

Marie groaned, rubbing her face. "I don't know. She accused me of hurting you and I just kind of..."

"C'mon Marie, we both know that isn't true."

"Yeah, well, how do I know you aren't lying? What if I am abusive and I don't realize it and you're too scared to say anything?"

Callie frowned, sliding her hand up Marie's chest to wrap her arm around her neck. "Because I'm a whiny crybaby who complains every time I'm hurt~?"

Marie rolled her eyes, grabbing Callie's side. She swayed back and forth, soothing herself as best she could. "I'm scared you're gonna get taken away again." She whispered.

Callie giggled, shaking her head. "She's just a kid! And she's not even from there. I'm not going anywhere." Callie reached up with her free hand, beginning to unbutton Marie's coat. "Lemme see something."

"See what?"

"You."

She grunted a nondescript response, kissing Callie's exposed neck. Callie was hers. She opened her mouth, pressing her teeth against her skin and listening to Callie gasp. Marie stopped herself, knowing better. They'd already gotten into trouble from the bruise, and this would be even harder to lie about. She lifted up her head, pressing her forehead to Callie's. Marie said nothing, letting her go and sitting on the cold, dirty floor, knowing she'd be followed.

Callie straddled her lap, smiling, though Marie could hardly see it in the dim alcove. "Cutie."

Marie closed her eyes, letting Callie unzip her pants. She usually gave Callie free reign of what happened between them, and now was no different. It helped to calm her down, to keep her grounded. It also meant she wouldn't accidentally hurt Callie by getting too enthusiastic.

"What are we doing here, Cal?" She asked after a few minutes of Callie teasing her by only rubbing over her underwear in an attempt to make Marie frustratingly aroused. It did usually work, but not this time.

Callie seemed confused by the question, stopping, "Uhh. Having quality time~?"

"No, no, not here, but like, here, here."

"Here here here?"

"This stupid investigation. I miss our bed. I miss being at home. I miss food that isn't gross old rations. I miss all of it."

She whined softly, laying against Marie and hugging her. "Yeah, I know. Me too…"

"Are you gonna make me apologize to Agent 3?"

"Yeah, I am."

Marie pouted, stroking one of Callie's long, black tentacles. She was no longer in the mood for anything but sitting quietly in the dark. She thought about crying from how homesick she truly was. She couldn't even say at least she was with Callie, because she rarely was, and now the kid was becoming too nosey to give them any time together.

Maybe she was crying, albeit silently.

Hopefully, they wouldn't be stuck down here for much longer.

Hopefully…

#hotaao #aohota #sorry I'm posting at 3am it is what it is #i still don't know what i think new 3 should necessarily be like #so I was testing out some vibes

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manic-nova · 2 years

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Captivated. A Scaramouche Lemon.

Summary: You're captured by a fatui harbinger who intends to use you to gain intel on his enemies, but he discovers a more effective way to coax you for information.

Word Count: 3,673 words

Characters: Scaramouche x Fem Reader

Warnings: Themes of humiliation, kidnapping, slight bondage, fingering, rough sex, slight choking, voyeurism (fatui underlings watch), hair pulling, lots of degradation, unprotected sex. NSFW Minors GET OUT

You were dead. You knew you were dead the second you felt his abrasive hands wrapped around you, pulling you into the all consuming shadows of Inazuma’s busy streets. He tied your ankles and wrists so effortlessly, his right hand gripping onto your cheeks and tilting your blindfolded eyes up toward him.

“If you know what’s best for you, you won’t try to run or scream. You’ll do exactly as I tell you, and maybe then I’ll let you live. Is that understood?”

You muffled out an agreeable response at the man’s voice, nodding stiffly with his fingers still pressed into the skin of your face. You could tell through the bloodlust that seeped from his tone that he was not one to mess around with, that he’d kill you without hesitation if it came to it, but… something about the quality of his voice, demanding but almost whiny- you couldn’t deny it had you feeling far less appropriate feelings for the situation at hand.

“Good,” he quipped back, before moving his killer grip to your waist and stringing your limp and hopeless body over his shoulder. You had no clue where you were or where you were headed, but you could feel this man’s roughened hand rubbing up and down the back of your thigh, a lazy piece of fabric carelessly separating him from the bare skin. For a man that had been tossing you around like a sack of potatoes, his touch felt sensual and natural to him. You were nervous for what horrors potentially laid ahead, sure, but the more his hand caressed your body the harder it was for you to keep all of your rational thoughts from fading away. It didn’t help how he would comment under his breath about how good and obedient you were being. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, but again, every logical thought was slipping away from you with each effortlessly seductive motion. It didn’t take all that long for you to feel warmth begin to settle between your legs, wet slick building up in a shameful arousal. Archons, you wanted to deny it all, claim that it was some weird coping mechanism you had devised to manage your fear over the situation, but the way your thighs were pressing together in a fleeting attempt to suppress the feeling and somehow only making it worse... it told the true story.

When the harbinger finally let you off his shoulder, tossing you onto the ground of a dark an empty room (like a sack of potatoes), you could hardly focus on anything except the absolute mess between your legs, which you defensively crossed the second you hit the floor. He removed your blindfold, and it was the first time you had beheld the eyes of your captor, a deep blue almost violet shade of venomous intent. You could've mistaken those eyes for innocent if you hadn't been pulled into the darkness by their owner just prior, but he was beautiful, captivating even. He was watching you like a hawk as he moved his hands to your restraints, momentarily untying your arms and legs. He was talking about something, and you knew you probably should've been listening, but you were entranced by the way the muscles in his arms would aggressively tighten and contract as he worked away the ropes, his intricate fingers tending to every small detail.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He chastised you, gaze sharp and threatening.

"I- I'm sorry... could you please repeat the question. I promise I'll listen this time."

He growled under his breath, his teeth clenching as he took a single deep breath. "Don't ever make me repeat myself again, you hear? Now, I need you to spread your arms and legs so I can make sure you didn't smuggle any weapons on you, understood?"

"Wait, what-" You immediately hesitated, your legs crossing over one another and slamming shut, heart accelerating exponentially.

"You know, you're really running my patience thin," he exasperated. "I don't have all day." Scaramouche immediately pinned your body down by the waist, slamming you into the ground and climbing over you as his hands moved up your torso and forced your arms above your head. His brazen touch was only further contributing to the heat, your insides instinctively clenching as his hands moved down your thighs which you desperately held pinned together. "What- are- you- hiding!" He groaned, finally managed to pry your legs open and pin them down. He was so furious, he almost didn't register just what he was looking at, but he looked back up at your face, shamelessly ripe red and then back down to the sopping wet fabric that he just stared at for a second without a hint of emotion. A sly smile began to mischievously grow across his face, mutating and morphing into an insidious laughter. He was red in the face with joy, practically cackling at your pathetic and exposed state, basking in the way the features of your face dropped in shame and humiliation. Still, his husky laughter and the way his hands were forcibly gripping your inner thighs were driving you mad. Your whole body was aflame under him, the shame feeding into the arousal, and the arousal into shame, a vicious and unending cycle, but overall... you just kinda wanted to die then and there.

Scaramouche finally got control of his laughter, a devious smile resting on his face in its place. "Of all the pathetic chumps I've seen who beg for their lives or their freedom, I gotta give it to you, this is a new low-"

"I- It's not what it looks like-"

"Uh- uh- uh. I am not finished talking," he swiftly interrupted, pressing his thumb onto your lips and parting them gently.

Your breath seemed to get caught in your chest, his gaze driving you wild as you watched him look you up and down, taking in your whole body and biting down subtly on his lower lip.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he scoffed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in a slight disbelief, his own satisfaction becoming hard to hide. "I guess this must be like some sort of fantasy of yours. That, or maybe you're just pathetically lonely."

Silence was the only answer you had. This was all beyond comprehension, and besides, you still couldn't tell if he was just stringing you along for his own enjoyment or if he had other plans. You couldn't read him, but he could see everything he needed to know about you between your legs. He was holding all the cards now. There was no running or denying him whatsoever.

"It's okay," he spoke condescendingly. "You don't have to deny it. After all, it's not like you could embarrass yourself any further here."

You hated it. You absolutely despised how your body reacted in such contorting pleasure to all of this, but your legs continued to twitch as your insides made desperate clenching motions, and the harbinger just continued to laugh at you and tease your thighs by gripping into them every time your body shifted.

Finally he leaned into your ear, hands still assertively pressed into the plush of your inner thighs and said. "Tell you what? I'll fuck you until you're a babbling mess and and then I'll ask you some important questions. I tend to your needs and you tend to mine. How does that sound?"

He didn't actually need to let you answer the question to know what you wanted, but still he waited for you to aggressively nod your head to him, which you immediately threw back as his fingers pushed down on your clit, rubbing circles through the soaked cloth. Godless moans escaped your body as he pushed the fabric aside, trailing his rough digits up and down your slick cunt as your back arched in response.

"Look at you, a big old mess at the hands of your enemy. You're gonna spill all your army's precious secrets to me soon, aren't you, you little whore?" he teased.

"Ahhuhh- uhuh, uhuh," you moaned in agreement, knowing damn well you would've agreed to just about anything he asked of you so long as he kept running his fingers across your slick folds. He touched you so roughly, but it felt like heaven, maybe because you had so much tension built inside you that was finally getting prepared to release.

"Oh, ya. You moan nice and loud for me. The least you can do for me since I'm being so generous. Let the whole building know what's going on." Scaramouche quipped, his thumb teasing at your clit as his forefingers began to prod at your hole.

"AhHh- t-there's other people here?" you asked hesitantly, barely able to form the sentence under all the mind numbing pleasure as he pushed his fingers into you, priding himself at the way your walls clamped around him so instinctually.

"Oh, ya," he cooed as he watched his fingers disappear in and out of you as continued to let out silky moans in rhythm with his motions. "There's plenty of other people here. You know, I bet one or two of them has their ears pressed to the door. They're probably jacking themselves off to the sound of your slutty moans. Archons, you're so shameless."

You felt a winding build up tightening in your core, breaths hitched as Scaramouche accelerated his pace, watching your face and body contort as he pushed his fingers into you again and again. The pleasure was all you could think about, a mind consuming singular thought as you held your legs open for him so that he could push into you without any hesitation. Soon you felt that build up reach its breaking point. "AhHHUhh- I- I'm gonna c-cum!"

"That's right," The man encouraged in total focus. "Cum all over my fingers like the slut you are."

His words seemed to push you over the edge, taking only a few more thrusts before creamy translucent liquid began to gush out of you, Scaramouche holding you by your hair with his free hand and forcing you to watch yourself cum all over yourself and his hand. You couldn't seem to pin down what you were feeling in the moment as a wave of emotion rushed through your body. It was hard to decipher whether it was the arousal still coursing through your veins or the overwhelming sense of humiliation you felt watching you cum on the hands of your captor.

You felt his grip on your hair loosen slightly, your body going limp as Scaramouche took his fingers from you and lapped his tongue around your juices. He leaned back into your ear, retightening his grip just moment after you felt him begin to lighten up on you. Your upper bodies pressed up against each other in a way that felt deliberate on his part. "You ready to tell me what I want to know?" he asked in a singsongy tone.

You were still sensitive, but your mind has already diverted back to its one track thinking, so you drew silent at the question. Saying no was a terrible idea, you knew that, but you still wanted more.

"Oh? That wasn't enough for you," he questioned with cocked brow. "Well, I guess that means I'm gonna have to stop going easy on you."

Scaramouche began tugging at your top, pulling the loose fabric down to reveal your perked up breasts. He tugged the flimsy dress all the way down your body, leaving it wrapped around your ankles as he picked you up off the ground. Your legs were shaking so bad you could barely stand, and Scaramouche only seemed to revel in your struggle.

"You're a real lucky one, you know that?" he rattled on as he began to fidget with the buttons of his pants. "There's not a single person in Tevyat that can say they've been in your peculiar situation. I'd say you should be proud of yourself if you weren't being such a pathetic little whore."

Scaramouche released his strained cock from its hold, pumping its shaft with one hand as he guided your body back toward his with another. He turned you around to face away from him, his hands gripping onto your waist assertively as he began to drag his cock across the forsaken surface of your slick folds. Harmonic moans escaped your lips with each movement, and Scaramouche answered you with suppressed low groans he was trying to hide away but failing. Your body attempted to instinctively move itself across the harbinger's cock, but Scaramouche only gripped into your sides with more force, holding you so he could use your body in the exact way he pleased. He positioned his tip at your entrance, letting it poke into you just barely as he leaned into your ear to whisper a combination of threats, backhanded compliments, and insults, each comment somehow coming off more seductive than the last. ""Oh, you poor thing," he cooed. "You're gonna regret asking for more."

Your captor pushed himself into you with excessive force, making you squeal out in a pained and pleasured cry. You saw stars as he pulled your hips into him and eliminated any remaining space between your bodies. Your breathing was already short and scattered in total contrast from the man behind you who seemed perfectly composed. "Oh, is it too much already?" The man mockingly questioned. " Trust me. This is nothing," he calmly commented before pulling out of you and immediately forcing himself back in. You yelped, tears prickling at your eyes at the mind numbing feeling of his length prodding into you, and he made himself comfortable in your discomfort, pushing back into you over and over again, just fast enough so that with every thrust he seemed to satisfy your ache to be filled with his cock at the last second before the feeling dissipated. The pacing was a painful and deliberate tease, intended to turn you into a desperate babbling mess- and it worked.

"Scaramouche, please! Faster... more... please," you whined.

"Patience, baby. Patience is key. We're waiting on something important..." He spoke ominously, caressing your skin as he continued to pump into you at mind-bogglingly slow pace.

"Waiting on something? What do you-"

Before you could even finish the thought a band of guards, four of them, flung the metal door open. They're eyes met yours and filled with panic, multiple of them immediately lurching for the door, but Scaramouche apparently had other plans. "You dimwits! Turn the fuck around and walk your sorry asses back in here."

They all looked around at each other in confusion, eyes darting to avoid the gazes of you and their boss. They didn't seem to trust the Harbinger whatsoever. In fact, they looked as if they were analyzing the situation and reading as a trap.

Scaramouche growled impatiently at the dumbfounded group of guards. "Straight line in front of me. Now!" he demanded, lowered tones sending shivers down the rookies spines.

They all scurried through the door way and stood stiffly a couple yards in front of you as they nervously continued to search for anything else to focus on out of fear for their lives.

"H-how can we help you, Sir Scaramouche?" The man on the far left asked hesitantly.

You could feel his nefarious intentions in the way he gripped tighter into the skin of your hips. You let out a slight whimper, which had all the boys in front of you seeming to shrivel in embarrassment. Scaramouche only thrived in the rooms awkward tension. "I want you all to watch closely and enjoy the show. Just be sure to pay attention, because this is a one time deal, understood?"

The men's confusion only seemed to grow among them, passing looks to each other and then guilty glances onto you and Scaramouche, eyes barely passing to catch glimpses of the lewd and desperate look on your face as your mouth hung wide open, tongue practically rolling out in your time of overwhelming desire and need.

"I said is that understood?!" Scaramouche exasperated at the men, they're like of responsiveness driving is patience levels to minuscule lows.

The men stuttered and spattered before finally spitting out a stupidly eager and synchronous "Understood!"

They're eyes darted onto you from that moment on and never left, and despite how you wanted to turn your head away from them as not to face them, Scaramouche caught your chin in his hand every time and turned you right back to face them, his pace finally picking up as he forced you to stare into the eyes of boyish strangers that all looked at you like they'd cum just from the sight of you. It was unbearably mortifying, but what was worse was the way you're body was reacting so agreeably to it all. You're nipples perked up, the pace of your heartbeat picked up tenfold, and the coil building in your core was starting to wind up fast as Scaramouche maintained a quick pace, ramming into you with his length. You tried to hold back the sinful moans escaping your lips, but the harbinger stuck his fingers far back into your throat until you were gagging then let up only enough for you to breath and resume the unholy sounds. The boys were all struggling to keep composure as they attentively watched every twitch and contortion of your body. Scaramouche was deviously ecstatic.

"You see their faces?" Scaramouche asked, bending over on top of you to reach deeper as he moved his hand from his mouth to around your neck. "You see it? The way they're fucking you with their eyes. See how their cocks are all dying to stuff a braindead little sex doll like you?" His face turned briefly away from your ear and back up toward his underlings. "It's okay if you boys wanna touch yourselves. I won't judge or blame you," he instructed them with a forced tone of sympathy. "Just know this is as close as you'll ever get to fucking her. She's my sex doll now, isn't that right?" He teased, jabbing his hips forward and filling you to the brim with his cock to which you keened so loudly.

You nodded your head ferociously, the twisted pleasure overwhelming your mind as your only verbal response became "uhuh, uhuh." He felt so good stuffed deep inside you, you could hardly care about the way those men were palming themselves through their black cargo pants or fidgeting desperately with their pants zipper.

Scaramouche could tell easily by your reaction that he'd found the sweet spot that kissed your cervix just right. You were so far gone from that point from the pleasure, and the man behind you seemed to finally begin to lose his composure as well with a combination of sultry chuckles and a string of moans that continued to included the phrase "you stupid whore." He didn't let up on the pressure or pace though as he continued to shove his cock into you in a perfect rhythm, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through your body. "Fucking slut," Scaramouche chastised you in choppy breaths. "You're totally- getting off to this- how embarrassing- Ah..."

The sound of his voice seemed to send you into overdrive, your whole body flaring up in a pulsating heat as you felt the knot inside your stomach begin to fall and snap apart. "Scaramouche! I- I'm gonna cum!! Ahhuhuh!"

"Of course you are- you disgusting whore- Ahhah, oh god!"

Scaramouche seemed to fall apart into an array of insidious moans, releasing into you without warning and loosening his grip as his head threw back to ride out his orgasm. Your body responded to the sensation by immediately coating his cock in your creamy release, and his moans and yours were piercing and careless. You had nearly completely forgotten about the men watching the spectacle, but one look at them and it was clear they reached their peak long before you and the harbinger. Your climax was heavenly. It felt so long and yet ended too quickly, and Scaramouche was about ready to keel over from the way your walls repeatedly clenched and released. He was a mess for all the shit he talked. Of course, you weren't gonna say that. You didn't wanna die.

He finally seemed to come to his senses, and as soon as he did, he looked onto his men, absolutely wrecked and consumed in their own pleasure, but Scaramouche was still fast to send them back out of the room. "Why are you still standing here?! Show's over! Get the fuck out!" He yelled in a frenzy of panicked shame.

The harbinger began to slide himself out of you, and you felt your knees start to collapse as his grip softened. Scaramouche caught you in his arms before you went crashing to the ground, uncharacteristically docile as he gently lowered to to the floor and flopped down next to you soon after. For a second he was actually kind of cute.

"Wow, you really couldn't keep it together at the end there, could you?" You breathily murmured.

"I'm still not opposed to killing you, you know?" He droned, shaking his head in utter disappointment.

You nodded understandably and drew silent in response. Sure, he might've been kidding. That was not something you wanted to test.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to interrogate me or something?" You questioned him.

"Not right this second," he growled. "We've got all the time in the world. I'm in no rush."

You let out a relieved sigh, the clear shift in his demeanor evident as he turned to break your gaze, like a whole new Scaramouche had entered the room. You smiled at the sight of him, calm and brimming with nervous energy, and you thought to yourself, "I could get used to this."

A/N: Hey guys! It's totally been a minute, but earlier this week I got random ass Scaramouche brain rot so take it, I guess. I always get kind of nervous writing stuff like this. Dipping into the realm of exploring where embarrassment turns into arousal always feels like I'm going to reach people who simply don't get it, but then I remember this account is anonymous, and I write for me. So with that said, I hope some of you enjoyed this Scaramouche lemon, and remember that my ask box is open for any suggestions for future prompts. Thanks for reading! -Nova.

#genshin #genshin impact smut #scaramouche #genshin x reader #scaramouchexreader #scaramoucheslut #genshin impact #genshin impact spicy headcanons #fatui #genshin thirsts #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader

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fablesofkitkat · 3 years

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pov: keeping it casual with Shiggy and Dabi

warning: suggestive / lime af

DISCLAIMER: this doesn't belong to the [Cherry, I run] timeline nor [can the world cease to exist?] timeline. I didn't want to write this pov because I felt like I haven't done enough character analysis on both Shiggy and Dabi to write them in the same pov; but a friend told me if I keep pussyfooting over writing two characters at once, how can I practice versatility in writing?

everyone is in LEGAL AGE in this pov.

if you want me to tag you on any Dabi povs or Shigaraki povs I'll write, let me know

"You look like you're the life of a party."

Shigaraki takes a side glance at you and a subtle scan to your body. His eyes lighted with curiousity and appreciation with your choice of outfit: a high neck tank top mesh, a dark indigo fitch lace bralette, a black high waisted skirt that hugged your hips nicely and black stilettos.

"And you look like you're going to church." He gave you a smile, turning his whole body to you.

You and Shigaraki were both seated on the bar stools. There were still alot of seats available, not that it was still early, it's just that it isn't midnight yet and clubgoers were only starting to get in. He takes a sip from his drink, tasting the whiskey followed by a hint of sweetness, mixed with herbal, bitter notes.

You giggled. "Amen to that."

It was always nice to meet someone who understands sarcasm, you thought. Your eyes roamed his form appreciatively, his long sleeved shirt fitted him nicely and there was something so charismatic about the man, you couldn't quite put a finger on.

"Sazerac?" He offered, gesturing to his drink. You nodded and he waves the bartender down, buying it for you. "Tell me something, church little miss. Why me?"

"Hmm?" You distractedly watch the bartender prepare your drink.

"You're planning on sleeping with me. Why?" He takes another sip. "We both know interactions like this don't end as innocent."

You demuredly smiled at him, an enticing provocation when you're dressed ready to f–

"I didn't want those guys at the dance floor who grinds themselves all over me. I want someone different, a little intellectual stimulation." You tilt your head and leaned towards him; your lips curled in a secretive smile. "A little foreplay, ya think?"

A bolt of heat shoots all over Shigaraki. It must be the sazerac. He's gotta admit that your boldness is quite attractive to him.

"You ever had it good?"

You snapped your eyes back to his. He caught you staring at his groin. To be fair, you were curious with his... package."What?" You asked, smiling seductively.

He cocks his head to the bartender. "The drink. Sazerac."

You flushed, thinking he was talking about sex. Now you're just embarrassed. "Oh, what do you mean?"

Shigaraki leans close to you like how you did earlier. Like sharing a little secret. His breath smells like whiskey, with hints of cherry and spice. A dry sardonic aroma. Dammit, why does the scent turn you on?

He cups your chin with his right hand, the texture of his thumb sleeve brings goosebumps to you. He turns your head to the bartender. "After mixing the sazerac to one of the glass, the other is rinsed with absinthe before finally pouring the drink to it. If the bartender doesn't do that when you order a sazerac, hop to a different bar."

You watch the bartender do exactly what he just said. You feel his thumb sleeve coyly touching the edge of your bottom lip, slowly following the curve of your chin, down to the curve of your throat, he pressed the spot aligned with your vocal fold that you let out a little gasp, or a squeak. His other hand is grabbing your thigh, preventing your legs from closing to relieve some of the ache.

"Ah-ah-ah." His voice deep but sing-song. "You don't get to close your legs with me here."

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Dabi was randomly watching himself blow circles to the ceiling in the smoke room. When he hears the door slide open and you appeared, trying to catch your breath. He took an observation at you and found himself attracted to the way your chest heaved. Not that it wasn't a common sight for him, what with women flocking towards him whichever club he went to. He blew a circle in your direction, meeting your eyes critically. He smiled at the snooty, upturned nose you did and the way you rolled your eyes.

"This is the wrong place to try and catch a breath." He greeted.

"I wasn't trying to catch my breath." You patted your chest, slowly getting your breaths to slow down.

He raised an eyebrow at your reply.

"Yes, I was. But I was trying to run from a creep who wouldn't take no for an answer and you're pretty intimidating, so I was hoping to bum on your presence 'til he's gone." You explained.

Dabi couldn't stop staring at how, despite being seen disheveled just now, you casually primped yourself with a compact mirror. It amused him so since no one really cared what people looked like after spending a few hours at the club, usually everyone would be a hot mess. He found you cute.

"What's in it for me?" He drew a breath from the shisha and blew it again lazily at you.

You eye him critically, pursing your lips. "My wonderful company."

"So I get to take you home?"

"No. My company is only available within the duration of my stay here."

"Pity." With mocking a tone, he smirked at you. "But then again, you seem like you're too vanilla anyways. Can't have sex without being in love with someone?"

Dabi watches how your eyes glinted menacingly, a silent vow to prove him wrong. He anticipates how you crossed the room from the door to him, his heart jumped when your fingers brushed his as you took the pipe from his hand. You took a deep long breath, leaned down and blew sweet, sweet smoke in his mouth. He closed his eyes as the tobacco filled his nostrils, along with your scent. It takes everything in him to just let the smoke trail all over his mouth, and not let his lips press against yours.

" Your many piercings seem like you're overcompensating for something. What, you don't want people to know you're the one who's actually vanilla?"

He opens his eyes and a lazy smirk settles on his lips. He grabs the pipe back and blows the smoke to your mouth just hairsbreadth from you. "Why don't we find out then?"

You feel the way the air moved with his lips. It was so close. It was electric. His eyes daring you to close the distance. You took up his challenge of course.

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"Oh, ffuuuck." You awkwardly stand by the door when you find Shigaraki and Dabi glaring at each other in the living room

"Who the fuck is he?" Dabi demanded

Shigaraki only glares at him and then turns towards you.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Uhmm Dabi meet Shigaraki, my fubu. Shigaraki meet Dabi, my not-serious bf which basically is just another word for fubu." You awkwardly shuffled your feet. "I guess I had too much to drink, I accidentally texted the other and here you are... two... Hahaha..." Kami, you just made a huge awkward mistake. Dammit, you're gonna lose them both.

"Which one of us did you text first?" Shiggy asked.

"Which one does it better?" Dabi asked.

They exchanged glares at their simultaneous questions.

"Um–"

Suddenly, they are both on you; Shiggy cups your face, kissing you angrily, biting your lips til they bleed while Dabi is behind you, cupping your chest as he slowly takes off your clothes. Dabi kisses the spot behind you're neck, nipping your skin 'til there's all but teeth marks on your shoulder blades.

"I'm not stopping–" Both glared at each other for saying things at the same time again.

You moaned when Dabi starts press his hips on you while Shigaraki's hands unbutton your jeans, and finally touching you there.

"We're not stopping–" Dabi's hot breath fanned your right ear.

Shigaraki's low quiet rasp on your left ear. "–not until you know which one of us can do you better."

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AN:

[Cherry, I run] Dabi is screaming betrayal at me rn. Dw Dabi, this version of you has less issues than usual. [can the world cease to exist?" Shiggy is ignoring me, telling me he wouldn't share reader. ever.

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likeastarstar · 3 years

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2:37 PM- Hoseok

(A/N: fuckboi hobiiiiiiiiiii I really like this one. Hopefully you guys do too! Feedback is appreciated)

He moved around in a way that had your eyes no matter what room you were in. Hands in his pocket, head tipped upwards like he was always the most relaxed person in the room. How did he do that, glide around with ease? It was hard not to think of him in less than decent scenarios when Hoseok was constantly walking around knowing he was hot shit.

Maybe you'd make a move if you weren't in a relationship, but for now even the thought of crossing the line felt illegal. You had been friends with Hoseok for years, flirted with him constantly, even slept with him once a couple months ago before you met your boyfriend. That was before though, now you put a respectful amount of distance between the two of you just in case your boyfriend was the jealous type.

You pushed the thought away and refocused on what you were supposed to be doing, which was setting up for your friend's surprise party with the rest of your friends. You attempted to hang up a sign before realizing it was crooked, pouting up at the large sign stubbornly. You got off the ladder you had used to put it up, trying to tell which side needed to be adjusted.

"Need help?"

You turned, eyes falling on no one other than Hoseok, sporting an amused smile on his face. You nodded silently, gesturing towards the sign, "It's not level."

He nodded and walked to one side of the banner pushing the ladder, lifting it slightly, "What about now?"

Hoseok's beauty was distracting even now, your eyes zeroing in on the way his biceps flexed and stretched trying to adjust the banner exactly. The bottom of his shirt lifted and you could see the muscles of his stomach flexing, smooth tanned skin glowing gold. You traced the way his fingers delicately moved around the banner, forgetting where you were for a moment.

He cocked his head towards you and said your name, snapping you out of your daydream. He had a knowing smirk on his face and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, stifling a laugh. You shook your head and stepped towards him, holding the ladder steady, "Just a little higher."

The two of you worked in silence for a moment, fixing the sign quickly. He stepped off the ladder and helped you carry the ladder back to the storage closet, following you as you led him to where it was meant to be put back, "I'm surprised you came to set up alone- don't you have a boyfriend?"

You shrugged slightly, avoiding his gaze for some reason, "He's busy."

Hoseok stared at you, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Why are you dating him?"

You frowned, looking around awkwardly as if someone was about to jump out and tell you you were being pranked. When no one did, you looked back at him with a slightly confused look on your face, pressing your lips into a flat line. Hoseok was leaning against the wall with an amused look on his face, a taunting smile on his face.

"What kind of a question is that?" You mumbled, looking away from his face quickly when you realized your cheeks were beginning to redden. "I dunno, he's nice to me...or whatever."

Hoseok snorted, crossing his arms and leaned towards you, "I guess if that's what you really want, good for you."

"Why wouldn't I want my boyfriend to be nice to me?" You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

Hoseok didn't answer, laughing dryly and sending you a pointed look instead. You widened your eyes at whatever he was insinuating, trying to ignore the heat pooling at your center. The air around you felt electrified, charged with a palpable energy you could taste.

"You don't know what I want in a relationship," You said stubbornly.

"I've known you for years, I've stuck my dick in you, I know you well enough to tell when you're bored- which you most definitely are." He said cockily, "Besides, don't think I haven't notice the way you stare at me. It's pretty obvious you want me to fuck you."

"That was awhile ago, things are different. You can't insult your way into my pants, you do know that, right?" You snorted, leaning against the wall of the storage shed as Hoseok shoved the ladder into the nearest empty space.

"Was I wrong though?" He asked, an innocent expression on his face, "Don't you want me to fuck you?"

You froze, staring at him with wide eyes. If you said no you'd be lying, if you said yes you'd be an awful person.

Hoseok maintained the cocky expression for a second too long before relaxing, melting into an amused smile and lazily taking a step back when he realized you weren't giving in, "Sorry- I'll stop messing with you. You can't blame me, you're fun to tease."

"You're not funny," You snarked, rolling your eyes.

Hoseok laughed and pushed you out of the shed lightly, closing the door behind you, "You used to think I was funny when you were single."

"I used to think the world was going to end in 2012- don't take it personally," You joked, leading the way back to the party. The pathway outside between the shed and the house was shady, a grove of trees making a neat archway hovering above your heads.

You heard Hoseok stifle a laugh behind you and you smiled despite yourself. He was fun to bitch at- you almost forgot. You had known him for years, considered him a good friend despite the recent gap between you to that you had consciously put between you. "Let's go see if anyone else needs help," You said quietly, starting to walk back to the house.

"Just- wait," He said, stopping suddenly. He grabbed your hand with ease and pulled you back, turning your head towards him and kissing you unexpectedly. One hand cupped your face and the other was on your shoulder, holding you in place lightly. You froze for a moment but kissed back as soon as you realized what was happening, reaching out to touch his torso gently. It was messy and dirty and all too forward but in that moment you didn't have a care in the world. His tongue teased at your lips before slipping past them as you smiled and kissed him back eagerly, slow, hazy, and reckless. You moved your hands to his hair, short pink strands between your fingers. His hands squeezed your ass before wrapping around your waist and pulling away from you slightly, hips still pressed against yours. He slowed down for a moment, flicking his eyes open and over to yours.

"Just," He mumbled, in between moving his lips from your mouth to your neck, "Let me know when you're sick of that guy. I can be nice to you too, or mean- whatever you want."

You bit your lip and felt nervous instantly, realizing what he was offering. All of this felt incredibly wrong but you couldn't bring yourself to stop, your head swirling around so much it was like you were drunk. The thought of ending things with your boyfriend had never crossed your mind before but your body seemed to warm to the idea, unless that was just because Hoseok's hands were currently on it. You pulled away and looked to see if anyone had spotted you, but everyone else was inside, working away.

"This is wrong," You said feebly.

"Maybe, but don't you want to know what it would be like? Doing something bad, for once?" He mumbled, "Tell me you don't like my hands on you- tell me you don't remember how good it felt to fuck me. Don't you want to do it again?"

Hoseok smelled like something warm and spicy- cinnamon burning through your senses. You breathed his scent in deeply, wishing he wasn't right. It did feel good- wrong, but so, so good. You felt him bite down on your neck and moaned slightly, blushing furiously in embarrassment after. Hoseok laughed lightly, sinking his hands into your skin like he had just caught his prey.

"It's okay," He said quickly, moving his face off of your neck and in line with yours, eyes boring into you. "I won't tell. It doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow. Just whenever- call me."

You couldn't help but lean into Hoseok, kissing him again despite yourself, "I think we have to go back inside soon."

"Come on," He sighed, backing away from you and taking a step towards the house. Your body felt cold without his hands on it, alone once more. "Let's go eat some cake or whatever."

You watched him walk a ways down the path, tilting your head slightly. Could you really be thinking about this? Why didn't you feel more guilty? Hoseok shoved his hands in his pockets again and turned his head back to you, raising his eyebrows towards you, "Coming?"

You nodded and hurried to catch up with him, admiring the way his lips stretched into a lazy smile.

masterlist.

#bts timestamps #bts drabble #hoseok one shot #hoseok imagine #hoseok x oc #hoseok x y/n #jung hoseok fic #hoseok x you #hoseok fic #hoseok x reader #j hope fanfic #j hope x reader #hobi drabble #hoseok drabble #j hope imagine #j hope x you #bts fic

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cheelduh · 3 years

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How to bet your way into someone’s heart. (Highschool AU)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: Fake weed. Poor Signora smh. Oh yes, lots of swearing. UNEDITED ASF IM LAZY BYE.

Synopsis: Childe is being an infatuated idiot, Lisa has eyes for vending machine chocolate, and Kaeya is desperately in need of a pencil. With all these distractions, there’s no way in hell you’ll be able focus on the task at hand.

This is crack.

I don’t have time.

You think as you race down the hallway, shoes slapping against the floor as you expertly dodge multiple students in your way.

Bullet. You're as fast as a bullet, because everyone around you is a blur and you don't stop, can't stop, not until you meet your target.

It's funny how one can accomplish many challenges and feats they were unable to, merely due to pressure. Pressure is a twisted ugly thing that can gnaw its way into the pit of your stomach and grow like a parasite. Pressure is a parasite that can either bring the best in you, or the worst, but at the cost of one's peace of mind.

"Move it Signora!" You shouted a warning at the senior blocking your way. There wasn't any time for you slow down at that point, and you'd risk bumping into the breakfast club's stall if you swerved to the side, sending juice flying everywhere.

Signora's eyes widened momentarily, getting the gist albeit her anger, and choosing to back up flatly against the locker.

Her lipstick nearly slips from her fingers as you swerve past, a thick gust of wind in your wake.

It messes with the hair she woke up two hours early for.

Signora plots her revenge. You still don't have time.

You nearly kick the door to your home room down, but you can't risk the perfect image your teachers have of you. So you pat down your t-shirt, take five tempting deep breaths, and tentatively knock the door.

The door opens and you're met with a young man, familiar amber pupils welcoming you.

You try not to huff and puff at the cost of your stamina. Thinking back, there's no way in hell you could have physically been that fast.

"Good morning Y/N," Your homeroom teacher gives you a small smile, moving aside to let you in. "Class is just about to start."

You check your watch, then turn to him with an apologetic tone, trying not to crack under the eyes of your classmates. "I'm so sorry Mr.Zhongli, I slept through my alarm."

Your idiot ass forgot to set one because you studied till four in the morning.

"You're like thirty seconds late, cut the shit." Beidou boos from the back, causing your stance to stiffen.

"I don't wanna hear it Beidou. If anything, you're two periods earlier than usual." Ningguang calls her out for you, but you have a feeling it's more so on behalf of a personal vendetta.

Ignoring the two bickering, Mr.Zhongli gives you the handout. "Take a seat. Do not fret over such minuscule things dear."

Relief washes over you. Your impeccable attendance is not on the line.

Childe tries to flag you down next to him but you send him a pointed glare and sit next to Lisa instead.

"You should give him a chance you know." Lisa doesn't even have to open her eyes to know what's going on.

"Please," You scoff, digging through your bags to collect your notes. "As if I have the time to fool around with a shady kid like him."

Your friend sighs in disapproval, and makes no move to take out her own notes as Mr.Zhongli begins the lecture on the Archon war.

"You should really pay attention." It bothers you that she doesn't, but then again it's not your place to tell her what to do or not to do.

"I don't need to." She yawns, blinking an eye open towards you. "I have you after all."

"I'm tired of saving your ass." You groan and pull a pen out of your pocket to get started on the exercises as Mr.Zhongli talks in the background.

The course outline contained all the topic, and you made sure to teach yourself as much as you could before class to stay ahead.

Immersed in the worksheet, you blinked away your sleep and tried to answer as many questions as you could at the moment. You didn't hear the slight shift next to you, and the change of breathing, or the rate of which time went by.

A familiar scent makes its way into your nostrils.

"Lisa. Why do you smell like mango juul juice." You know the scent from when Signora blew a mango flavoured fog in your face yesterday at lunch when you said you were hungry.

A chuckle erupts and you freeze in place. "That's because I'm not Lisa."

You blink. Once, twice, and then crane your head to the side to meet a pair of teasing cerulean eyes.

Fingers loosening in shock, the pen drops on the desk with a short thud.

You whisk your head towards the front of the classroom, and Mr.Zhongli is nowhere to be seen.

"There's no saving you now." Childe's smirk widens, and he scoots closer to you. "Mr.Zhongli had to get something from the staff room. The staff room is near the cafeteria."

"Which is also near the merch stall." You grumbled, bringing both hands to massage your temples as a headache is beginning it's reign.

"Tsk tsk. Smart girl. I'd like to add that he's forgotten his wallet in his office as well, which is in the south wing."

"Son of a..." You mutter underneath your breath, and opt to scoot further back, but your efforts are futile because your desk is in a corner.

Your next beacon of hope is Lisa, so you scan the room full of chattering students, only to find her pestering her crush, Jean.

Shit...there's nothing getting you out of this one.

"What did it take?" Is your only question, the despair starting to brew. How much did it take for your best friend to betray you?

"A dollar and fifty for vending machine chocolate."

You take a moment to breathe, calming your nerves and burying down the urge to screech. "What will it take?"

"For what?" Childe replies back innocently, and you can't believe how fast he can change masks. You almost give in.

"For you to leave me alone."

"Aww come on girlie," He whines, closing in the distance. "Don't be so cold."

What did your mom tell you that one time? Oh yes. That if you were ever backed against a wall, then just break the damn thing down.

Too bad it's figurative. You're just about ready to sock him in the face if you didn't know he was into that sort of thing.

"I'm serious about you," He says, and it sounds so real, so genuine, nearly makes you sputter. "See? I've even bought school supplies.

He unzips his light backback and spills the contents on the table.

A lone piece of paper flies out, a lighter, and a mechanical pencil with no lead that follows straight after. There's also a pocket knife that you choose to ignore.

You're not the least bit surprised.

"First of all, how the fuck are you passing this class. Second, do you really think I'm into nerds?"

"Well, considering that you are a nerd—"

"You're making things worse."

"My bad, my bad." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "But on a serious note. I'll do anything."

You cross your arms. "I'm not just another one of your conquests Childe. It's not like I have the time. There are better things to do."

"You need to relax." He says so simply, with complete disregard as to what you are trying to say.

"I am relaxed." You reply, picking up your pen to continue your work. If he's going to annoy you, then you might as well get shit done while he's at it.

You're not wasting any more time.

"When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?" His voice is soft, too soft, and it's not at all like the Childe you know.

Your pen stops momentarily, but you will yourself to continue writing. The words look fumbled, but you don't care. The best thing to do is get your work done and ignore the idiot next to you.

"C'mon, Zhongli won't be back for another half an hour at least. Let's go." He kicks the bottom of your chair to urge you.

The pen shakes in your hand, and you narrow your eyes at the paper, digging holes into poor question eight. "I'm trying to work here. Let me work." You'll say anything to get him off your back.

"Fine fine fine..." He raises both hands in mock surrender. "I'll stop bothering you."

Your ears perk up at that, and you turn to him so fast he has to hold in his laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah," Childe nods along, bringing your hopes up. "If you win a bet, that is." And they're back to ocean level.

You roll your eyes. There's always a catch. That doesn't mean you're any less interested.

"What's the bet?" You ask curiously, all your focus now on him. Just as he longed for from the very start.

He flicks a thumb towards the door, leaning closer to whisper next to your ear. "We bet when Zhongli comes back."

"Are you kidding me?" You aren't bothered at all at the close proximity, mainly because you're too tired and only care about the freedom that will come with your win.

Childe, however, is a completely different story. His heart is beating a thousand times a second, but his face doesn't show it. Not one bit.

Kaeya leans in from the seat behind you two, interested in what's going on. "Ooooh secrets."

"Shut up Kaeya." Childe and you monotonously drone in sync, still having your little staring contest.

The captain of the skating team smiles, about to ask—

"No. We don't have an extra pencil. Even if we did we wouldn't give it to you." Childe finally breaks his gaze to scare off Kaeya.

Kaeya raises a smug brow, and leans back in his chair like the jerkwad he is. "Then don't let me keep you two love birds."

That's all it takes for him to earn Childe's unwavering respect and loyalty for as long as he lives.

After the two are done creating an elaborate handshake as a mark of their newfound friendship, you decide to just forget about the handout. It's not like you're getting anything done anyways.

"Anyways, back to the bet." Childe says, resting his cheek on his fist as he stares at you dreamily. You try not to break under his gaze.

"If I win, you have to go on a date with me."

"No way in hell—"

"Then I'll bother you for the rest of highschool."

Highschool is eternity. You don't want to live through an eternity of this.

"Fine." You answer, and for the first time he sees genuine fear in your face, it makes him waver slightly. Not enough for him to pity you.

"If I win..." You trail, thinking loud and clear as you ignore the excited chatter of your classmates. "I want you to pay attention to class."

"What?" He exclaims incredulously, blinking in disbelief. "I thought you'd get me to stop talking to you altogether."

"If you're paying attention in class, you don't bother me as much and your grades go up." You grin smartly, and oh archons it livens his entire day up, and it's only nine in the morning.

"You care about my grades?" Childe bites back a smile.

"Not at all." You lie, and quickly look away. Woah the floor tile looking trippy.

He decides it's better to get on with the bet without causing you any more distress. After all, you've given him such cute facial expressions today. He's feeling quite generous.

Pulling out his cracked-as-shit latest model phone, he unlocks it and tinkers with it a bit before turning the screen towards you.

"We'll be using this to time both of our predictions at the same time. Whoever has the closer time to when he finally swings by is the winner." The rules are simply put, no room for error.

You tilt your head in confusion. "Why am I seeing a slime review?"

"SHIT!" Childe fumbles with his phone, aggressively tapping on the screen. He lowers his head and voice as if he's been through fifty consecutive hits in the face. "It's uh, Teucer's account."

"Yeah...okay." Is all you can say.

"Ok what do you bet?" He changes the topic to unfuck the situation.

Putting a finger in your chin, you think for a minute, calculating the average of all the times Mr.Zhongli has left the classroom for a considerable amount of time.

"Fifteen minutes." You're sure of it. It's like clockwork every day.

"Hmm..." Childe crosses his arms, seemingly in deep thought. "Five minutes." He places his bet, and both timers start simultaneously.

Five minutes?! Is he serious?

You laugh inwardly. This challenge is in the bag.

The sense of victory you feel dulls when your ears pick up the echo of footsteps nearing the classroom.. Both your heads snap up to the doors.

There's something scary about Childe once his competitive side comes out. "Looks like I've won." He turns to you, eyes darkening evilly.

"What? There's no way in hell a ginger is right." Your palms are clammed up, eyebrows furrowed in panic. You calculated every single variable, how could this be?

You race to the front, Childe right on your tail as the entire class clamps up. The footsteps get louder, causing even whispers to become total silence.

Then it hits you. The shitty music about getting bitches and bars playing on the other side.

The door is swung open by Childe, and you're face to face with an idiot sophomore with a speaker in his pocket.

Childe’s grin is long gone, and you sigh in relief.

The false alarm encourages the class to return back to their idle chatter.

"Scaramouche?" Childe spits, narrowing his eyes at the unamused boy. "I thought it was Signora's shift today."

By "shift" he means being a complete dickwad and scamming fake weed to students in return for their souls. It only really works on the freshmen.

The only reason the club still runs is because Signora threatened the principal with some sus pictures she snapped of him and his assistant.

"Apparently she had an emergency." Scaramouche explains, lowering the volume on his outdated beats pill. "Something about a hair appointment because she got ran into by a, and I quote "lecherous imbecile.""

You steer clear of the conversation, finding the whiteboard far more fascinating and worth your while.

A loud cough is heard from behind the kid, and you're met with a crestfallen look on your beloved teacher's face.

You go through a whiplash of emotions, becoming completely numb towards your loss.

"They were out of slow cooked bamboo shoot soup." He sighs, handing a stack of papers to Childe, who is wearing the fattest smirk on his face at his victory. "Please hand these out to your classmates Childe, and we will begin shortly."

You check down at the timer despite knowing who’s won. Five minutes and twenty five seconds. Somehow, you don't feel as dejected as you thought you'd feel.

Maybe the date will be fun. Maybe Childe isn't so bad. Maybe...you do have time to indulge in these sort of things. If he’s so hell bent on getting your attention, perhaps it’s possible that you can make some room in your heart for him.

However, all those thoughts fly out the window when Childe hands you the new worksheet.

“I hope you're ready for our date tomorrow. We'll be sparring till sundown, and after you’ll be feeding me with chopsticks." He winks, and it makes your heart flip even though all you want right now is to go to the bathroom and barf your guts out.

Feelings are complicated.

You smile back at him nauseously, tight lipped and all, then you pull out your phone, go on maps, and search for the closest cliffs to jump off of.

After he's done, Childe slouches back in his original seat with a different kind of enthusiasm, and opens up his messages. He texts Zhongli a "thank you <3".

#childe x reader #genshin oneshot #genshin impact oneshot #genshin imagines #childe #tartagila #kaeya alberich #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin tartagalia

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rosierin · 3 years

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Studying with you

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

synopsis: after finding out about your gradually decreasing grades, your teacher urges you to change your studying methods and decides to find you a tutor among the class. shame that tutor is literally the biggest jerk known to man. you swear he knows nothing but insults and that his heart is made of stone. or is it?

genre: fluff

type: oneshot

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i hate love this guy, srsly

"Oi, (y/n). Wake up, we're not finished."

Your head jerks up and you let out a loud, drawn out groan as your eyes refocus on the man in front of you. He's sneering, same as usual, and you wish you could suddenly go back to dream land where you were happily baking cookies with Hinata and Kageyama.

Beneath your arms are two gaping algebra textbooks. One is riddled with scribbly notes and an unnecessary amount of pointless doodles, except the one of Tsukishima— scowling with a head drawn way too big compared to the rest of his skinny body. The other is filled with neat, detailed formulas, pastel highlights and all the correct answers which you've been struggling to find for the past two hours.

"I'm up, I'm up, geez.." You yawn with your head still on the table and look up at Tsukishima with drowsy eyes. "You could've woken me up a little nicer, ya know."

"Yeah.. no. How about you hurry up and finish so I can go home?" He looks more than done at this point and huffs, pointing at a formula jotted messily on your paper. "And you got that one wrong again, by the way."

You squint at your work, then realize he was right. "Oh. My bad."

Wanting to get things over with, you get back to work but your eyelids are so heavy it's ridiculous. Not to mention your brainpower has reached its limit.

You can feel your grip on your pen loosen as you try and correct your work but before you know it, your head drops again, only to be jolted awake by a sudden smack to the back of the head with what feels like a textbook.

"What the— Do you mind?!" You snap.

Tsukishima doesn't react to your outburst in the slightest, just nods to your unfinished work with a look of lazy authority. "Algebra." He stares at you with a deadpan expression when you pout. "Now."

"Fiiine." You sigh, annoyed that your puppy dog eyes didn't work on Tsukishima. Not that you thought they would. Tsukishima didn't seem like the type to particularly like animals, except maybe for dinosaurs. He had a small keychain of one buried deep within his pencil case, you found. "You know, you'd make a terrible teacher."

This time, it's Tsukishima's turn to yawn, stretching his long limbs and you have to force yourself not to focus on the pull of his lean muscles despite yourself. Then, he turns to look at you with a look of false innocence. "Sorry, go on?"

"I hate you."

"Great. Now ask me if I care."

You suck in through your teeth as you hold back from socking the blonde straight in the face. He's been sassing you non-stop since the beginning of your study session and you'd think you'd be used to his perpetual cocky remarks by now but alas, he was still a huge pain in your ass.

"Where're you going?" You ask as Tsukishima gets up from his chair that's in front of your desk, dusting the eraser shavings off your textbooks.

"Aw. Think you'll miss me?"

You bite your lip down and he notices, smirking contently before deciding to answer: "going to get some water. That question better be finished by the time I get back."

He's gone before you can retort, long legs granting him a quick escape. However halfway down the hallway you hear him add: "or I'll make you do three more."

Great.

"Yessir," you sigh, though you have absolutely no intention of following through.

You glance down at your textbooks for good measure— textbooks which are practically staring at you, and you can picture them with beady little eyes as though they're chanting— soooolve ussss.

You shudder. Man, you really were tired.

"Yeah, no. Sorry, Tsukki."

Pushing your homework aside, unfazed by your salty tutor's threats, you decide it's time for an actual break. You deserved it, right? Yeah, yeah you did. So without second thought, you let your attention drift to the scenery outside instead.

You'd been so focused on your homework (and Tsukishima's sass) that you hadn't even noticed the beautiful sunset that was now setting over the hills of Karasuno High. You always loved the way it looked at this hour, basking the buildings and tall, lush trees in its warm light. It was all too soothing, so soothing that you hadn't even realized you were once more falling asleep, eyeslids fighting to stay open until they finally gave in and what little willpower you had left, left your body.

"Right, time's up. You better be finish—"

The moment Tsukishima walks back into the classroom, eyes settling on your current state— sprawled out on your desk, mouth slightly agape and completely out cold, he's overcome with the urge to sigh.

He walks over to your desk and sits down opposite you, then as he leans his cheek into his palm, he lazily pokes your cheek— once, twice, but gets no reaction in response.

"You've got to be kidding me.." He sighs. But he decides to not bother and wake you up this time. What'd be the point? You clearly weren't in any shape to study and honestly, he didn't have the patience in him anymore to try in case it'd drive him crazy.

For a second he debates just leaving you there, passed out of your classroom desk, but quickly decides against it in case he gets an earful from your parents about leaving you alone or something. The last thing he wants is any extra trouble.

Therefore he agrees, albeit begrudgingly, to let you sleep. Just until you were rested up enough to work again.

⭐

Thirty minutes go by, you're still fast asleep.

During that time, Tsukishima took it upon himself to slip his headphones on and listen to some beats, hazel eyes flitting beyond the window to watch the last of the sunset, hoping it'd make the time go by quicker.

Usually, this would be right up his alley; peace and quiet, chill lofi and a sunset, however when sat on a painfully uncomfortable, wooden chair rather than his comfy and plump single bed, the experience was significantly less appealing. Therefore, after trying to find a comfortable sitting position and failing for the fourth time he decides to take his headphones off and focus back on his studies— he might as well, only when he reaches for his pen, he realizes it isn't there.

Amber eyes scan the table. Usually it'd be in his pencil case; he doesn't remember taking it ou—

Ah, never mind. It all makes sense when he sees it. Not in his pencil case after all, but balanced precariously between your fingers.

He rolls his eyes.

Why didn't she just use her own pen?

Reaching for it, he attempts to pull it out of your grasp only to freeze when you begin to stir.

He doesn't know why at this point— he could just wake you up, that's what he'd initially planned. But now, for some reason, there's something that prevents him from doing so. Maybe it had something to do with the way you were sleeping so peacefully.

He tries to pull at his pen again— gently— but this time, it isn't you stirring that makes him seize up, but the way your index and middle finger hook around his own.

His brain stutters.

Well, this is new.

Tsukishima's back straightens an awkward amount, completely unsure of what to do. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. He becomes painfully aware of that. He's also painfully aware that you could possibly wake up while holding him like this.

Thankfully, you don't. And although the tenseness of his body is beginning to hurt, he still takes the time to admire your sleeping form.

You're laying crossed armed, head nestled between them, facing him. He watches your body rise and fall ever so gently, can almost hear your quiet breaths. It's picturesque, almost; the way your hair glows beneath the bright full moon. Unknowingly, his thumb twitches nearer, gravitating towards the warmth of your hand and he can almost feel—

"Enjoying yourself there?"

Suddenly he's frozen. Though it only lasts a second, for the next he's already retracted his hand, folding it under his arm like it was never there to begin with.

"Wh— How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough," you say, smiling curiously at him and for once the tables have been turned; the teased having become the teaser. "So you can be nice sometimes."

Tsukishima's expression is anything but impressed as you mock him, his face caught between confused and annoyed, and dare you say even a little bit embarrassed? He's quick to shake it off though, sparing himself of any sly comment as he regains his usual cool demeanor.

"Please. You're the one who grabbed me first," he scoffs.

"But you didn't try to move," you shoot back.

There's a strange atmosphere that settles in the room as your mishief-glinting eyes bore into his, and Tsukishima doesn't dare talk back for once, having been robbed of all witty comebacks. He hates being at a loss for words, but he hates even more so, the beginnings of a grin forming on your features, one that he knows is a result of his shortcomings.

"Whatever, (y/n) just pack up your stuff. We're done for the night," he says as he himself starts tidying his belongings.

You chuckle then nod your head. "Sure thing, sensei."

"...don't call me that."

"Sensei."

"Urgh, shut up."

⭐

Later that night, when you're lying in bed, ready to fall asleep, your eyes snap open as your phone buzzes underneath your pillow. You pull it out and press the home button, wondering who could possibly be texting you at this hour. When you do, you're surprised when it's Tsukishima's ID that pops up.

He had sent one message:

"Oh and by the way, you drool when you sleep."

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floating-mid-air · 3 years

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The Princess of All Saiyans

Masterlist

So first things first. I should probably mention that I killed Chi-Chi off before the start of the story. I completely forgot to include it in the notes last chapter. So sorry if there was any confusion there.

Ever since the last chapter, I've been kinda hooked on flashbacks. So there will be another one, this one featuring the man, the myth, the legend, the most ruthless of all the Saiyans King Vegeta. Also, my dumbass finally decided to create a Masterlist. I realized it's much easier than linking chapters individually.

Chapter 7

You've been on Planet Namek for approximately two hours, and the day has already been tremendously eventful. You and Vegeta have already had a run-in with Cui, who arrived shortly after you. That purple cretin went out the same way he lived as a spineless coward. Something was extremely satisfying about watching Vegeta drive that failure into the ground. Cui's demise was entirely his own fault. It's common knowledge that Saiyans grow stronger after a near-death experience. Underestimating your brother's growth was an act of pure stupidity.

After that minor inconvenience, the two of you toon into Dodoria's transmission, it sounds like those goons are slaughtering a village of Namekians, so they must store their Dragon Balls in separate settlements. Either that or they're executing them for leisure. Both are feasible possibilities. From what you've been able to gather, Frieza has four Dragon Balls in his possession, and he's currently after his fifth. Frieza even reveals some essential information on how these Namkeian villages operate. Before the signal cuts off entirely.

Vegeta attempts to find another channel, but they all come up as static. "Those Namekians must be craftier than they look. Something tells me Frieza's scouters are out of commission."

"Perhaps." He turns to you. "Or they figured out we were eavesdropping. Either way, keep your guard up."

The two of you fly around aimlessly. Though you still need to be careful. Frieza is somewhere on this god-forsaken planet, and a run-in with him and his lackeys at the moment would be unfavorable. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something that catches your attention. " I spy with my little eye an unsightly pink blob."

You direct Vegeta's attention to Dodoria, who has his classic disoriented look on his face. "Good eye." He smirks at you before ambushing Dodoria, knocking him into the water. You appear beside your brother on the shoreline, observing the water intently.

Two pink hands grasp onto the terrain as he pulls his head up, gasping for air. You both laugh maniacally at the pink creature's stupidity. You swear, after every encounter you have with Dodoria, he somehow gets dumber. "Oh, it's you two." He sounds far from pleased as he pulls himself out of the lake. "What the hell do you want?"

"Mind your manners, Dodoria." You scold him. "No need to be crude."

He scowls at you. "Arrogant Saiyans." He mutters under his breath. "That was a dirty trick Vegeta. Although I wouldn't expect anything less from you monkeys." Dodoria straightens his posture in an attempt to appear more intimidating. Spoiler alert, it doesn't work. "You know I can't just let you get away with blindsiding me."

Vegeta chuckles, rolling his eyes at the monster. "Oh, really now? Just what do you plan on doing? You're all alone. There's no Zarbon or Frieza for you to cower behind. How unfortunate for you."

"I doubt we'll even have to lift a finger." You shrug. "This should be a piece of cake."

Dodoria chuckles, shifting his gaze between you and Vegeta. "You two really think you can take me? You're both as egotistical as that father of yours, and you know how that ended for him. You Saiyan freaks will never be half the warrior that I am." You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. How dare he even mention your father. "Listen, I know neither of you desires to fight me. And I don't particularly want to fight you either. So how about you just give me that scouter, and we can forget this ever happened. That's more than a fair deal. I think I'm actually being quite generous." His tone may be confident, but his body language gives him away. Who knew the pink menace was actually afraid of something.

"So your presumption was right." Vegeta turns to you. "Those Namekians must have destroyed their scouters. This puts us in an intriguing situation, doesn't it Y/N?" Vegeta removes his scouter, tossing it on the ground. "What are you waiting for, Dodoria? Take it."

He eyes you both skeptically, but he still takes the bait. Critical thinking has never been Dodoria's strong suit. "About time you brats showed me the respect I deserve." As he steps closer, Vegeta stomps on the scouter. The wretched thing, smashing into thousands of worthless pieces.

The pink monstrosity sneers. "No worries. I'll just take the girl's scouter." He speeds toward you, extending a hand in an attempt to rip the device off your face. Before he can even touch you, you grasp his arm, bending it behind his back.

"Why do they always think it's appropriate to get handsy with me?" A breathy sigh escapes your lips. "They'll never learn." You remove your scouter, holding it in the palm of your unoccupied hand. "Since you want it so bad." You snap your scouter in half, discarding the parts to the ground. "You ever think about laying your filthy hands on me again, you'll lose them." You toss the fool several feet away. The farther away he is, the better.

"Why would you--- it doesn't even matter." He stands back up, dusting himself off. "Now, you won't be able to find the Dragon Balls either."

You shake your head at him, a pleased look crossing your features. "Not exactly. You see, Earth was quite the adventure. We picked up a few new tricks. One that leaves those hunks of metal useless."

Dedoria furrows his brows at you, his entire face contorting. "You're lying."

"I'm afraid she isn't. This energy-sensing technique is quite simple. I doubt any of the members of the elite Frieza Force would be interested, though. It doesn't require much strength, and everyone knows you don't care for anything that doesn't involve flexing your muscles." Dodoria is more fat than muscle. It's an irrelevant technicality, one that would only piss off the blob more.

"I get it now." He seems to come to some sort of a realization. Only you have no idea what the hell he's referring to. "Those two runts I was chasing were earthlings." You stare at him in disbelief. Is it possible for them to be here? Raditz, he's the only possible explanation. But would he really be dumb enough to lead those weaklings to their deaths?

"W-What did you say?" Vegeta's mouth hangs agape.

"So I'm right. The looks on your faces tell me all I need to know. You're working together."

You combust into a fit of laughter, wiping tears from your eyes. This has to be the funniest thing you've heard all week. "Even if those pests were here. Never in a million years would we align ourselves with those soft-hearted fools."

"You must be mistaken. Even if those earthlings were here, we'd be able to sense them." Now that you think about it. Have you been able to sense them? You haven't been looking, but you have felt some strange energy. You just assumed it was some half-wit from the Frieza Force, but now you're not so sure.

"It doesn't really matter anyway." He rolls his eyes. "You two are no longer any use to me. So either get lost, or I'll have to finish you off myself."

"Why, how generous of you." The sarcasm practically drips from your voice. "I think he's afraid Vegeta."

"Well, can you blame him? His scouter probably told him everything he needed to know. He must have seen my battle with Cui." For every step Vegeta takes forward, Dodoria takes another backward. "He must have seen how much stronger I've become."

"That isn't possible." He scoffs. "Those numbers were inaccurate, and I'll prove it!" He shoots an uncontrollable blast of fire at you both, which you simply dodge by stepping out of the line of fire.

"Was that really the best you could do?" You mock. It was sloppy even for an attack from Dodoria.

He turns around, only to be met with the two of you behind him, floating in the air. Vegeta swiftly moves behind him, grabbing both of his arms, twisting them behind his back. You swear you even heard them snap. "Look how weak you are." Vegeta sneers. "I'm stronger than I've ever been. While you've been sitting on your ass all-day, becoming soft and lazy. I should just end your pitiful life here."

"Wait, Vegeta!" He cries. "I have something to tell you! Something you'll really want to know! It's about your homeworld. I know the truth about Planet Vegeta!" Does that pink blob actually believe he has a form of leverage? What a fool.

"What could you possibly know about Planet Vegeta? You better start talking!" You furrow your brows at your brother. He's behaving strangely. And why is he humoring Dodoria in the first place? Vegeta has to already know about what they did to your homeworld.

"I will, but first, you have to let me go." Vegeta releases Dodoria from his death grip, pushing him away.

"Now, spit it out!" You observe the pair from a safe distance. Vegeta's response is bizarre, and his body language seems to have no ulterior motives. Is it possible that Vegeta doesn't know? You grab your forehead, running a hand through your hair. If that's the case, Vegeta is going to fucking kill you.

"As you know, Planet Vegeta was destroyed, but it wasn't by a meteor. Lord Frieza had started to notice numerous Saiyan babies being born with extraordinary combat skills. You two were the most notable in power. He realized that you Saiyans could really be a problem. You had the potential of becoming a real bother to Lord Frieza's regime. So he decided to wipe out the only race that could ever impose him before they could even become an issue. He destroyed Planet Vegeta with every last Saiyan on it. Well, except for you two. Did you really think it was a coincidence that you were off-planet? So there it is, you two are finally in on our little joke."

You've always known what happened to your planet. But now you've learned the answer to an even more substantial question, why it occurred. Frieza was afraid. He decided to take the coward's way out. How pathetic.

You laugh, tilting your head backward. "That was your big ploy? I've known about that for years!" Before he can even react, you teleport behind him, impaling your hand through his chest, watching the purple goop ooze out of him. "How stupid did you think we were?" You twist your hand, tossing his lifeless body to the ground before obliterating anything left of him.

Vegeta stares at you in shock. "You knew?"

You raise a brow at him. "You didn't?" You always assumed that it was one of those things that you both knew but never spoke off. Turns out you were mistaken.

The two of you stand in silence. You have no idea what the protocol is for this. You don't know what you're supposed to say. Vegeta looks away, sighing. "It's irrelevant now. It was probably for the best that I was left in ignorance. Who knows what I would've done as a child. I'm just annoyed that you were able to figure it out before me."

You smile at him. Besting Vegeta is not something that comes easily. So you'll take what you can get. "You know, I don't think he was wrong about the earthlings."

"You think they're here?"

You nod. "You gotta remember. Raditz is with them now."

"Good point. When I get my hands on that pathetic excuse for a Saiyan, he'll regret ever betraying us. Let's go. We can't be out in the open for too long."

He hovers in the air, beginning to take off. "Vegeta." He turns back, meeting your gaze. "You know I would've told you, right?"

"I know---" He cuts himself off, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. "Do you sense that?" You nod, taking off in the direction of the two large power sources. Dodoria had mentioned that they were runts. So one of them has to be the half-breed and possibly the bald fellow. Your eyes scan over the terrain. They have to be around here somewhere. "They must be suppressing their power levels. Only if I still had my damn scouter. I'm not used to this technique just yet."

Bingo. You found them hiding between a few boulders. And your assumptions were right. There's only a slight difference. They seem to be accompanied by a Namkian child. A sadistic grin spreads across your face as their gazes land on you. Just the way you remember them, cowering in fear due to your presence. "You know. It was probably just three insignificant insects." You're not wrong. That's all they are to you. Pesky flies that invade your personal space and make your life slightly more irritating.

"You're right. We don't have time for this anyway. Let's get a move on." You both take off, leaving the earthling issue for another time.

It took you awhile, but you finally located a Namkeian village. Well, actually, you passed several, but this is the only one with a living population. "Looks like we found ourselves a Dragon Ball." Vegeta's lips twist into a sly grin, heading straight into the village. You follow his lead, now standing directly beside him. You've finally gained the attention of the inhabitants, who are now murmuring to each other. Who knew Namekians were such gossips. Their chatter dies down the second Vegeta clears his throat. "I wish to speak to your elder. I believe there is a Dragon Ball here, that we'll be graciously taking off your hands."

"I'm the village elder." An older Namkain steps up. These creatures do not age kindly. "I would ask you what your intentions are, but I can already feel that you are impure. I sense an unspeakable evil in both of you. Neither of you is worthy." What a self-righteous species. They're entirely different from that Namekian you encountered on Earth.

Vegeta shakes his head, chuckling to himself. Only if the Namekians cooperated, Vegeta has never taken the word no very well. "Then you die. Y/N, you do the honors." This could've ended smoothly, with a lot less bloodshed. Too bad for them.

"You got it, Vegeta." You hold up a finger gun, pointing it straight at the elder. "Bang!" A beam of blue light heads straight for the geezer before another Namkian jumps in front of him, absorbing the blast entirely. The body drops to the ground, and all hell breaks loose.

You begin the slaughter, ending the lives of several Namkeians. Until you freeze, as much as you've been itching for a fight, you're reminded of something far more crucial that you have to fulfill. Damn your morals. They're ruining all your fun. You take one last glance at your brother. These Namekians should keep him occupied for some time. He might not even notice that you ever left. As soon as he turns away from you, you take off, successfully staying off of Vegeta's radar.

You use your newly acquired energy-sensing technique to track down that Namekian child. Since those earthlings are suppressing their energy, they'll be much more difficult to find. This is assuming he's still with them. Those earthlings aren't like you. Neither of them would be able to stomach, leaving him for dead.

You pinpoint the energy source to a cave. What a strange place for them to reside in. You head into the cavern, only to find some form of futuristic architecture. How the hell did this get here? And what is Capsule Corp? You move toward the door, banging on it. "Knock, knock. Oh, little piglets, let me in! Before I knock the door down. Or worse." You can overhear faint whispering on the other side, mixed with a woman obnoxiously shrieking. "I can hear you panicking. Relax, I have no business with the half-breed, the Namekian child, or any earthlings in there. Now open the damn door."

The door slowly opens, revealing the bald man, whose name you believe to be Krillin. "What do you want, Y/N?"

"I need to speak to Raditz. It's urgent."

"Well, you can't---" Krillin gets pushed to the ground by none other than the infamous Hair Boy himself. This allows you to step inside the building. It must be some sort of luxury living quarters.

The two of you stand arm's length from each other, matching cold expressions on your faces. "You here to kill me?"

"No." The corners of your lips tug upwards. "Well, at least not yet."

"So why are you here?" His face twists in confusion. "You aren't one to just drop in and say hi."

You take a deep breath, glancing around the room. This would be difficult to say one-on-one, but being surrounded by people makes it ten times worse. "There's something--- I need to tell you."

An arrogant smirk appears on his lips. "What? Did you finally fall for my good looks and charm? Are you finally declaring that you've fallen hopelessly in love with me?"

Your face scrunches up in disgust. "Don't make me ill." That would never happen, even if he was the last male Saiayn in existence, which he pretty much is. "I'm here to tell you the truth about what occurred on Planet Vegeta."

"What are you talking about?" Raditz eyebrows knit together. "A meteor wiped out our people."

You sigh, glancing at the ceiling. "Come on, Raditz. You're a lot of things, but you aren't stupid. There was no meteor. Even if there was one, our people could fly."

"What are you trying to say?" he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to shield himself from the inevitable blow.

"Our people were exterminated by that imperialistic dictator." Your voice booms. You're not even attempting to conceal your anger.

Raditz clenches his fists, his hands violently shaking. All he can think about is his mother, how she deserved better. The majority of your people deserved what they got, but not Gine. She was different. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Raditz always knew there was no meteor. The story was too perfect, and it was easier to believe that it was a tragedy. "Why?" That was all he could manage to choke out. Did Raditz really want to know? Would he be able to handle the truth?

The others in the room remain silent, observing you anxiously. You're even more terrifying than they believed. You're not joking around or aloof this time. You're only expressing one thing, pure rage. So you do care about something. Whether you desire vengeance or truly cared for your people is unclear to the earthlings.

"Frieza was terrified. Our people were getting too strong for his liking. The Saiyan population was skyrocketing due to technological advancements. He was scared of what we could accomplish, terrified of the possibility that he could be out-ranked."

A Cheshire grin appears on Raditz's face. "We'll prove to him that he was right to fear us, right?"

"You bet your ass we will. We'll make Frieza regret leaving us alive." You take a deep breath, finally attempting to get your emotions in check, returning to your cold demeanor. "I just thought you should know. Before I killed him, Dodoria let the cat out of the bag to Vegeta."

"You killed that pink asshole? It was about time. How'd it feel?" The other stare at you two in bewilderment. Two seconds ago, you were swearing revenge, and now you're as casual as can be.

"It was extremely satisfying sending that pink blob straight to hell." You purse your lips together, cracking your neck. I should get back before Vegeta blows a fuse." You move to the doorway, stopping dead in your tracks. "Oh, ya one, last thing. Frieza's here."

"We know his men are here. We've already had the pleasure of encountering the Frieza Force."

"Raditz, I'm afraid you don't understand. It's not just his minions. He's here on Namek." Raditz chokes on air, his eyes popping out. You slam the door shut, hearing Raditz's reaction through the walls. The phrases we're so fucked, and we're all gonna die were your favorites of his elaborate babbling. You take off, heading back in the direction you came from.

As you near the location of the village, you quickly realize there is no point in returning. You can't sense any life, and that includes Vegeta. So this means he knows you ran off. You were due for one of his famous lectures anyway. Hopefully, he's not wasting his time searching for you. That would only make your predicament worse.

You search in every direction, finally detecting your brother's energy to the west. Vegeta's power level is diminishing at an alarming rate. Maybe he's run into Zarbon or worse, Frieza. You take off at light speed, heading straight for the battleground.

Once you arrive, you conceal yourself behind a hill, observing the battle intently. It appears that Vegeta is fighting Zarbon, but something is off about the narcissist. His chest seems broader than it usually is.

Zarbon turns around, your eyes widening at the ghastly sight. What the fuck happened to his face? He has to be the most hideous creature you've ever laid your eyes on, and there's a lot of competition for that category. This must be an alternate form of his, similar to your Great Ape form. It doesn't surprise you that you've never seen his transformation before. Even though it considerably increases his strength, his vanity has no limit.

The green-haired egomaniac slams your brother into the ground, creating a blazing explosion. He stares down into the water-filled crater, and Vegeta is nowhere to be found. Your brother has gotten especially good at playing dead as of recent.

Zarbon reverts back into his base form, flying off into the distance. You wait an appropriate amount of time before heading toward the teal mass of water. You scan the lake, searching for your brother. He surfaces back up seconds later, desperately gasping for air. You extend a hand to Vegeta, pulling him onto land.

He takes a few moments to collect himself before glaring daggers at you. "Where the--- hell did you run off to?" Despite being winded, he manages to find the breath to shout at you.

"I sensed some members of the Frieza Force. Thought I'd say hello." Believable lies are your specialty at this point.

"You can't---" He stops himself, his features softening at your expression. "Just never do that again. No more running off, especially without telling me. I'm serious this time. With Freiza here, I don't want you leaving my side again."

You can feel a familiar power level rapidly approaching, Zarbon's returning. "Change of plans. Go retrieve the Dragon Ball from that Namkian village. I tossed it in the water. I'll take care of the five that Frieza has."

"But, Vegeta." You giggle. "I'm not supposed to leave your side."

He glares at you. "Of course, now you decide to start listening to me. There is no reason for both of us to get captured. Now go!" You move to camouflage yourself again. Zarbon must need Vegeta for something. They most likely found the decimated village and want to question him about the location of the orb.

You watch Zarbon pick up your brother, who's pretending to be unconscious, and he flys away. You wait till you can no longer see Zarbon before speeding off to the Namekian village. Your plan is to retrieve the sphere and then take shelter somewhere. That is until you can sense Vegeta again.

You land in the ruins that were once the Namekian village. Damn Vegeta, did a lot of damage here. Your head snaps to the water. You swear you heard a splashing noise, and it couldn't have been a sea creature. If it was, the sound would've been louder. So what is it? Could it be one of Freiza's goons? If it is, they're probably weak. You'd be able to take them out with ease.

The creature emerges from the water with the four-star ball in his hands. He's a tiny little thing, way too small to be anyone currently in the Frieza Force. Something about the runt seems vaguely familiar. Wait a minute, that's Kakarot's brat. His hair's just shorter than it used to be. Half breeds must be able to change the length and style of their hair, fascinating.

You sneak behind him with a blank look on your face. "What do you think you're doing, brat?"

Gohan jumps, turning around. "Y/N?" He shrieks, dropping the orb, which you swiftly catch one-handed. He looks around, anxiously searching for something or possibly someone. "Where's Vegeta?" His voice trembles just at saying your brother's name alone. Vegeta must have left quite the impression.

"Vegeta got himself---" You can feel Zarbon's impending presence once again, and the look on the brat's face tells you he can sense it too. This energy-sensing technique is becoming quite tedious, but you suppose it's better than being blindsided. What could Zarbon possibly want now? He already took Vegeta. Maybe he came to search for the Dragon Ball himself? Shit, you can't stay out in the open like this. You grab Gohan in one arm. And the four-starred ball in the other, rushing into a nearby cave. As an extra precaution, you seal the entrance with a boulder. Zarbon may be vain, but he's also significantly brighter than Dodoria was. Though that isn't very hard to do.

You put a finger up to your lips, signaling for Gohan to keep quiet. The foot-steps outside grow louder. He must be standing right outside the cave by now. "Where are you, Vegeta?" He sounds deranged. So Vegeta did escape. Your best guess for Zarbon's erratic behavior is that Vegeta's prison break put Zarbon in hot water with Frieza. "Lord Frieza is going to have my head if I don't retrieve those Dragon Balls." Your insane brother actually did it. He stole the Dragon Balls from right under Frieza's nose. You're father's probably smiling up from hell as we speak.

You slide against the cave wall, dropping to the ground, leaning your head against the rock. You both might be here for a while. Zarbon is quite thorough with his searches. If he were to find you, it would put you in a tricky situation, especially with a Dragon Ball in your possession.

Gohan walks over to you, sitting down across from you. "Who is that?" Even though he's whispering, he's still being too loud for your liking."

"It's Zarbon. Now be quiet." You cover the orange ball in dirt and moss. If Zarbon does find you, the orb will be hidden in plain sight. Once finished with your little project, you shut your eyes. It's almost like you're alone. And not trapped in an enclosed space with your opposition's son.

"Y/N?" Your eyes snap open, immediately narrowing at the boy. You were about to reprimand him, but that was until you noticed the item in his hands. Your features soften as he extends the necklace to you.

You accept the necklace, grasping it tightly in your hands. "Thanks." A slight smile ghosts your lips before quickly vanishing.

"I was just returning what was yours." He looks at you, nervously twiddling his thumbs. "Hey Y/N? Where did you get that necklace from?" You hold up the jewelry, swinging the chain back and forth, getting lost in the memory.

Twenty-something years ago:

You're sitting down on your bed, with a book placed in your hands. Your gaze scans carefully over each word, occasionally flicking your wrist to flip the page. This is the newest piece of literature in your vast collection. You've only had this book for a few weeks. Vegeta gave it to you when he and Nappa returned from a mission off-planet. The book is all about these things called wish orbs. If you gather all seven, you can be granted all sorts of magical wishes. Vegeta says they're nothing more than a fairytale. That it's childish to believe in such an absurd concept, but you're convinced they exist. You've definitely seen stranger things occur, so it's in the realm of possibility for orbs to grant wishes.

You hadn't even noticed that your father had entered your room. Until he was standing directly in front of you. Panic overtakes your body, your heart beating out of your chest. You slide the book under your comforter, even though it was much too late to hide the evidence. Your reaction may seem a bit extreme, but it's for a good reason. Books aren't necessarily illegal on Planet Vegeta, but they are forbidden. Your father believes that literacy is a waste of time. He considers combat training to be more essential to the prosperity of the Saiyan race.

"Relax." His gruff voice invades your ears. "I already know about the various books you hide around the palace." The king is a very observant man, making it extremely challenging to keep things from him. His general policy regarding situations like this is, he won't say anything unless someone brings it to his attention. Then he would be forced to move his hand, having to find a proper form of punishment.

"Is---Is there something you need?" It's not like him to drop by unannounced. Your father is a very busy man, sometimes you won't even see him for months at a time.

"As you know, you're going on a crucial mission tomorrow. Are you going to behave for your brother?" You nod in agreement. "You are also not to leave his side, do you understand me?" Ever since the incident, you're not allowed off-planet without either your father or Vegeta. One of them has to watch you like a hawk at all times because of one stupid mistake. That will probably be held over your head for the rest of your mortal life.

"Yes, sir." You decide to give him verbal confirmation as well. This way, you can avoid any potential lectures.

"Now, let's get down to business. While I was out on my last excursion. I found this piece of junk with my things. I thought I'd check if you wanted it before I destroyed it." He holds up the necklace. The pendant immediately catches your eye. It's one of the pictures from your book, the four-star wish orb.

You nod, accepting the gift. You wrap the chain around your wrist, toying with the trinket. You've gotten pretty good at reading between the lines when it comes to your father. Saiyans aren't meant to express their emotions. You're raised to suppress them. Your father picks up on little things, like the fact that you're currently obsessed with wish orbs. You and Vegeta had to have gotten your conflicting behaviors from somewhere. And that somewhere was your father. The King of all Saiyans, the most ruthless of them all, deeply cared for his children.

He places his hands on your shoulders, causing you to look up at him. His eyes flicker with vulnerability as you stare at him. "Listen to me. Vegeta needs you just as much as you need him. You are capable of things that he isn't. And you are much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You are my sole daughter, the pinnacle of Saiyan pride. Never forget where you came from."

"A-Are you alright? You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, Y/N. Now get to sleep. You have to be up early." He leans down, kissing the top of your head before exiting the room. This only elevates your confusion. Your father has never done that before. Physical affection is not something Saiyan's participate in. At least they aren't supposed to.

Little did you know, this would be the last time you ever saw your father alive. Looking back on it, as an adult, his strange behavior makes sense. This was his way of saying goodbye. He must have had some inkling about Frieza's plans for your race.

You snap back into reality, shifting your gaze to Gohan. Typically when you spaced out, it would irritate your companions. Maybe it would even earn you a scolding from Vegeta. But the kid has just been sitting there, keenly anticipating your response.

"My father gave it to me." Your tone softens. Nostalgia sometimes does that to you. Gohan is the first person you've ever told the origin of your necklace. It wasn't necessarily a secret. You've just never felt the need to talk about it.

Some Final Notes:

"Wasn't he the king, though? Couldn't he have given you a diamond or gold necklace? Or something fit for royalty?"

"He could have. It was more about the sentiment behind the necklace." And with that, the silence returns. Being in this cave really reminds you of your pod. Scratch that it's worse. The brat is just too nice to the point where it's nauseating. For the half-breed's sake, you hope that Zarbon leaves soon. Because you're not sure how much more of this you'll be able to take.

Some Final Notes:

I know some of you might think King Vegeta was a bit out of character. However, I believe King Vegeta did care for his children to an extent. I know there’s some confusion in the fanbase about Tarble, whether he’s canon or not. But since the script for Yo! Son Goku and His Friends Return!!! was a concept created by Akira Toriyama. I personally believe Tarble is cannon. So King Vegeta banishing his son, rather than executing him, does show he had empathy for Tarble, even though he was viewed as a disgrace on his entire bloodline.

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justice4harwin · 3 years

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Light's Corruption- Chapter IV

Pairing: The DarklingxAlina

Summary:With few friends at the Little Palace, Alina must work to win the favour of her fellow grisha and their commander, who makes her feel light headed every time she sees him.

After training in Os Alta for two years, the king grows tired of waiting and demands the Sun Summoner joins a western post near the Fjerdan border along with the rest of The Second Army to test her abilities.

Something happens. Suddenly, Alina wants blood to run down the rivers and those who stand in her and The Darkling’s way will be blinded by her light and swallowed by his shadows.

It won’t be pretty

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 4: golden butterfly, black rose

Alina woke up with a new purpose: to observe and listen.

She hastily threw the blankets and sheets off of her and put on her kefta as she realized she might be late for breakfast.

Running down the stairs, hair a mess, the Sun Summoner smiled and greeted everyone on her path.

Some replied. Others just stared oddly.

She entered the hall to find that, as usual, Marie and Nadia had left a seat empty between them. Alina gingerly took it.

"Good morning!"

They gave her smiles as they reciprocated the greeting.

"You're in a good mood today." Nadia noticed, taking her spoon.

"I slept like a baby." she lied. She hadn't gotten that much sleep -Genya must've gotten even less- but she felt good that day.

Just the day before, she had been able to summon on her own for the first time, and she had to stay positive if she wanted to accomplish her new mission.

She engaged more in the chatter with the grisha women that day, venturing so far as to reply with questions of her own to get to know them better.

"I didn't know you had a brother, Nadia." she said, genuinely surprised as they made their way to Botkin's stables.

The woman nodded with a half-annoyed, half-endearing smile.

"He's grisha too. A few years younger, so he's still at school. His name's Adrik."

"Is he a Squaller too?"

Nadia confirmed that he was, because of course, the little rat had to copy everything about his older sister.

Alina laughed at that.

"The little girl seems very happy for someone who's about to get into a fight?" were the words with which Botkin received her.

Alina fought back the need to recoil. The only time she had won so far had been against Zoya, …if one could consider that a win given what happened right after.

"Maybe I'll be lucky today." she beamed at him.

Botkin seemed almost surprised.

"Positivity is fine, little girl, but you need to focus during a fight. But first." he clapped his hands twice, immediately getting all the attention. "Run around the lake. Twice. The last one to get back here will help the stable hands for the rest of the day."

Alina really ran like never before that day.

Her side hurt, and she almost felt like she wasn't getting enough air; but after the first half, her legs didn't burn so much anymore, and she felt almost as good as she did when walking.

"Damn, Starkov." she turned her head to see that Michail, a heartrender with a hard-shaped face and kind, green eyes, was easily keeping up with her. "When did you get this fast?"

"Practice." she said, a little breathless but feeling nice with the cold air slapping against her face. "Besides, I really don't wanna end up in the stables."

He laughed at that.

"That makes two of us. I hate those animals."

Alina frowned. She just didn't wanna clean up their shit, but other than that, she could find nothing wrong with horses.

"Why?"

"Those long faces," he said, gesturing over his own. "they're scary."

"You're scared of horses?!" she asked, disbelieving.

"Why don't you yell it a little louder?" he asked, looking around at the disperse group, but he was smirking. They weren't at the front, but they weren't slagging at the back either.

"Sorry." she leaned in. "I'll keep your secret if you help me not to be the last."

"I don't think you need my help," he laughed. "but sure."

She got knocked down on her ass by a short Inferni woman with dark blonde hair, but Alina laughed it off, hiding her embarrassment, and stretched out a hand. The Inferni rose an eyebrow and then helped her up.

"Thanks." she told her, dusting off the back of her kefta.

"For kicking your ass?"

"Hey, I think I did learn a thing or two." she winked. "Next time I'll be ready."

"Oh, so you want a rematch?" the woman asked, amused, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"If you're up for it." Alina shrugged.

"Deal." they shook hands. "But it'll have to wait until we're done with him." she said, nodding towards Botkin, who was busy making rounds, watching the others. "I'm Natasha, by the way."

"Alina."

"Oh, I know. Everyone knows." she smiled once more before retreating to a small group of Inferni that had reunited by a corner.

As she passed by the lake in her usual route to Baghra's hut, Alina got startled by the damage she had done to the perfectly green grass. Gardeners were still at work getting rid of the black mass she had left in her path, going so far as to dig into the earth. They saw her passing and glanced up, some frightened, others definitely not amused.

"I am so sorry." she whispered frantically, before hurrying her steps.

"Don't let the heat out!" was all the greeting she got from the ancient woman.

Alina closed the door and hurried to the chair that awaited her. She was smiling.

"I don't think that will be a problem." she said, proud of herself.

She scoffed. "So I have heard. Show me." she said, hitting her in the arm with her cane.

"Ouch!"

With a nasty frown, Alina placed her palms in front of the others and called the light that she had rejected for so long. So eager to answer, her power rushed through and out of her, and she was almost puzzled by its intensity. She focused on keeping the orb small.

"Uh. Well, it took you long enough."

"A 'Congratulations' would be nice."

She got hit again. Her light wavered and then solidified again.

"Congratulations? What? Do you want a parade thrown in your honour as well? For what? Doing what you were supposed to do your entire life? Shut up and expand the orb. Make it encompass the entire place."

With deep breaths, both to concentrate and control her anger, Alina steadily expanded her light, making it fill the hut.

"Bend it to its shape."

Carefully, she tried to do as she was told.

"You were right, about being held back." she uttered as she tried to shape her light to blend in with the walls.

"I know." the woman said, petulant. "Now call it back and repeat until there is no effort to it."

Alina tried, and tried again, but as eager as her power was to explode, her body was eager for a long, long nap. There had been so much repression, so much denial for so many years, that it was as if the light wanted to just explode out of her body and consume it all.

It scared her a little, but she focused.

The Darkling had told her she was magnificent, Alina remembered, and he had made it sound like she was capable of anything.

The way his grey eyes shone with such intensity, like he wanted to engulf her into his arms and have her all to his own, the way in which his hand felt against hers, or how just even being next to him made her want to lean into and over him like a lazy, overly clingy cat.

She'd lay on top of him all day if she could.

Alina wondered what would've happened if Genya hadn't arrived at the moment she did. Would The Darkling had kissed her? What would his lips taste like? How would his beard feel against her skin? Just exactly how good was he with his tongue?

Alina blushed. The light flickered, as if excited at the mere idea of the man.

She had kissed a few people before, but him, there was something about him that told her that if he should kiss her only once, she'd spend the rest of her life running after the very same sensation and more.

"Dreaming about your dark prince again?"

She looked at Baghra.

"What?" looking around, she noticed that her light had expanded farther than the hut and she was glowing.

Alina snapped her hands, and everything was dark again. Her fingers tingled with power, her eyelids closed with exhaustion.

"I-I wasn't-" she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the new environment.

"Stupid, stupid girl. You need to focus on your task."

"I'd concentrate better if I wasn't being hit every five min-OUCH!"

"Do not make excuses with me. You are lazy, easily distracted, you do not know what you are getting yourse-"

"You know, for someone who's supposed to be such a great teacher, I've still got to see some actual teaching." Alina snapped. "All you do is yell at me, hit me and belittle me; yet one conversation with The General I can finally summon." the brunette spat, each word more angrier than the previous one. "So don't try to blame me for your shortcomings."

Baghra was silent, nostrils flaring. When it looked like she might raise her cane and hit Alina right in the head with it, she opened her thin lips instead:

"Out." she uttered, almost inaudible. "Out! And do not come back!"

"Gladly!"

Alina stood up and marched for the door, her steps almost as loud as the insults the old woman was throwing after her.

"Stupid girl! Unconscious! Just another pawn of his! You never learn! Lazy! Stupid! Blind!"

It was a good thing the old crone couldn't see the tears of frustration and shame in her eyes.

She was on her way back to the Little Palace, trying to decide if she should bathe or go to the library first.

Baghra’s words still rang in her head.

Maybe, if she was quick, really quick with her bath,...but then again, she was getting too used to such a luxury, that once in there it was quite difficult to leave unless the water turned cold.

But if she went to the library, she’d be there until the words blurred and her eyes burned.

On the other hand, there were other grisha in the library, and she couldn’t afford to walk in there smelling like-

"Alina?"

General Kirigan's smooth voice had her turning on her heels, hand still massaging the spot on her arm Baghra's cane had so harshly landed. She had managed to hold back the tears, but the woman's word still stung.

"Moi Soverennyi." She greeted but forgot to bow.

He looked at her arm.

"How was your lesson?"

"I spent months with her and nothing; five minutes with you and I can summon." She basically spat, still bitter at Baghra's harsh words. "I think that speaks for itself."

He smiled, almost.

"Give the old woman some credit. She is good at what she does."

"Terrorizing isn't teaching." she replied, and then, with her head high, added: "She didn't get me to summon."

"No." The Darkling agreed, taking a step towards her. All engulfed in his black cloak, he almost seemed to float. "You did it. It was all you." He said it with such reverence that her breath became shallow.

She didn't look away from his eyes. The storms swirling in there were magnetic. There was so much going on in there at the moment, yet it all sped up through those grey orbs so fast she couldn't make sense of it.

"Why don't you teach me?" The words slipped from her tongue before she could think better of it.

He rose an eyebrow, taking another predatory step towards her.

"I serve the King. I run an entire army. I do not have the time to train everyone personally, nor would I want anyone to think they are favoured above others."

He was so close to her now, she had to crane her neck to look up.

"You once said there was no one else like us; who could be a better teacher?"

In truth, she also wanted to see him more often. Glimpses as he passed through the Little Palace or left Os Alta, and the occasional conversation weren't enough for her.

"You flatter me, Miss Starkov."

"I only state my opinion." she took a step, shortening the distance, like he was a magnet calling for her.

Mirth shone in his eyes. It made her smile.

"I will be going away for a few weeks." At this, her smile fell, and his formed as he tilted her chin up with his gloved fingers.

Alina stared up into his eyes, dark with something.

"I'll miss you." She whispered, foolishly, without thought.

"Will you?" He asked, almost perplexed for a moment.

She found herself nodding.

"I know we don't get much chance to talk, but I like talking to you." She confessed, a knot in her throat. "You understand all,...this." she flickered her fingers and a tiny orb of light formed above her hand.

His eyes followed suit, almost fascinated, like he still couldn't quite believe her power was real. And when he looked at her, it was like he couldn't believe she was real.

His hand rose and shadows swallowed her light. Alina watched them dance, entranced by his power, and noticed it taking shape.

"For you." The Darkling said, handing her a black rose, from the base of its steam to the very last petal. "To remember me by while I am gone."

Disbelieving, she reached out and gasped as she touched the shadow. There was a little bit of gold in there, her own power hidden within, shimmering weakly here and there.

"I don't have anything to give you." She said, lamenting.

He leaned down, his beard rough against her soft cheek.

"Trust me, Alina," he whispered, her name on his lips against her ear making her tremble. "I could not forget you if I tried."

There was the whisper of a kiss against her cheek that seemed to linger for the longest moment, …and then he was leaving, cloak flipping behind him as he left the sun Summoner holding onto a small piece of shadow and a piece of her heart gone with him.

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the-mad-starker · 5 years

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Starker Smut: Homemade

Length: 8.2k

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Prompt: Omega mommy Tony and alpha son Peter who finally starts his rut. Tony ends up pregnant, and Tony loves feeling the life inside him, that feeling amplified by knowing that the pup(s) have part of Peter in them. When Tony starts lactating, Peter likes to nurse while he fucks his mama, caught between the safe, warm, feeling he gets from drinking from his momma and the desperate, near-frenzied mindset he gets fucking him.

Ive been MIA. Lack of motivation + IRL stuff = one very sad mads. So I finally finished this mommy kink fic yayy. Also using this as a fill for Starker bingo, X-ing out my Incest square 😱 anyone curious about my card can see it in the AO3 post.

Notes: ABO Dynamics, Incest (normalized sex setting), Omega Tony, Alpha Peter, intersex, marathon sex, knotting, breeding, impregnation, pregnant sex, lactation, ruts, lingerie, and so much mommy kink

Note 2: Not explicitly stated but throwing in the underaged warning here.

Also before anyone jumps me for breast feeding info/correction, I was too lazy to do a thorough research into this so I'm tweaking it in this omegaverse lol

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Tony's actually in a meeting when he gets the text.

It's from Happy, his loyal but too serious bodyguard slash chauffeur.

Boss, i just dropped the kid off at the house. He literally begged me not to tell you, but he isn't feeling too well. - HH

Tony frowns at the message and thinks for a half second before he shoots a text to his son.

Hey, kiddo. How's class going? - TS

There’s silence for a few seconds before his inbox is flooded in Peter's usual lightning fast but short sentence texts.

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...Happy told you, didnt he

im sorry, i wasnt feeling good

They said I should just go home

And I told Happy not to tell you

he promised but I guess he lied

I'm fine, really just need to nap.

Sorry, mama.

It's the last line that gets him because lately, Peter has been trying to stop calling him mommy or mama. he wants to be more formal, more grown up and just call Tony mom, but it slips when he's feeling particularly vulnerable.

Meaning his baby needs him right this instant.

Tony excuses himself from the meeting and texts Happy to bring him home. Smart man, the beta is already waiting for him when Tony strolls out of the building.

He makes it to their home in Queens in record time but doesn't text to let his son know. Peter, despite being a clingy child, has some guilt about pulling Tony away from his job. The omega doesn't know where it comes from since he has always reassured his boy that he would move mountains for him.

Tony loosens his tie, slipping off his shoes when he enters their home.

There's a scent neutralizer in the air so the omega can't tell from scent alone if his son is in distress. Scent neutralizers in the ventilation but the walls aren't soundproof. The only ones that are soundproof are Tony's bedroom for… reasons... Not that he needs it. The omega hasn't had a partner for heats or otherwise since Peter was a baby.

He approaches Peter's bedroom and pauses when he hears sounds from inside.

A soft moan. His hand stills on the doorknob before he decides to knock.

He gets a soft yelp and the sound of something crashing on the floor. Tony raises a brow but schools his expression when Peter cracks the door open.

"Mama?" Peter whispers incredulously. He licks his dry lips and blinks too rapidly. "Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting…?"

Normally, Tony would have a sassy reply instantly but something… It's… It's hard to pinpoint really, but the scent is familiar and it makes Tony's insides clench and his legs feel weak. He hasn't responded like that in so long and the last time–

Tony's eyes widen when the realization hits. It's all processed in less than a second and his instincts surge to life inside him.

"A little birdie told me you aren't feeling well," Tony says coyly, leaning closer.

He gets more of that scent, spice and musk… Knows by the way Peter's lips quiver that he's catching his omega mother's scent at the same time. Peter's eyes dilate, the pupils expanding and eating up the brown of his irises. Brown eyes that he shares with his omega parent.

Does Peter even know what Tony's scent means?

If he's presenting today, the deeper notes in Tony's scents might still be a mystery. In that case, his body would be responding but Peter wouldn't know, consciously, why he's so aroused. Why Tony's scent is turning him on so much when just yesterday, his nose only registered comfort and security.

"I told Happy–" Peter groans, "Mom, I'm okay, I just need a minute."

Tony smirks but when he tries to nudge the door open, Peter holds it steady, a soft whine of, "Mama, p-please–"

He abruptly stops talking when Tony caresses his cheek, subtly posing his wrist right next to the boy's nose. He's feeding his presenting boy the scent of a viable omega. It's a dirty trick but he just wants to help and possibly ease his son's suffering.

"Baby, I can smell it," Ton says gently, "You're becoming a man… An alpha."

"Mama…" Peter groans, breathing the scent in with greedy lungfuls of breath.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Tony encourages his son to speak honestly.

Peter swallows, so unsure, but he whimpers when Tony continues stroking his cheek, soothing and arousing at the same time.

"It does," he admits, "but… but… I…"

Tony's poor baby is struggling.

"Do you want Mama to help, darling?" Tony coos to his son. "I can make the hurt go away."

"You can?" Peter looks at him with wide eyes, full of trust and innocence.

It makes Tony's heart beat so harshly against his chest. His body responds too, but he's already been dripping slick since he smelled his son's arousal. The scent of an alpha in entering a rut. It's even more potent for a first time presented. It's even more arousing that it's his baby boy, his sweet Peter.

"Open the door, baby," Tony encourages, "I'll help you feel better."

Peter's breathing escalates, his body practically vibrating with unspent energy. Tony can read all the signs and more slick drips out of him when he does.

His sweet Peter is going to be such an amazing, good alpha.

His son opens the door and Tony almost sinks to his knees right then and there. If he thought Peter's emerging scent affected him before, it sends his head spinning. It's intoxicating.

Alpha… alpha…

Tony breathes it in and takes a few seconds to acclimate himself. Then, belying the struggle he's feeling, Tony saunters into the room and promptly sits on his boy's bed, crossing his legs. It helps to hide the trembling and the urge he has to just lay back and offer himself as a rut toy for his son.

Peter, sensing the change in his omega mom, hesitates when he turns.

It's obvious why. His erection is tenting the soft pajama pants he has on and he's trying to hide it behind his hands. There's a light flush on Peter's cheeks, such a pretty pink that Tony wants to snuggle the boy close.

"Well," Tony smiles and it's a sultry thing, an expression that Peter's never had directed at him. It makes his son push out even more pheromones, trying to lure in the omega teasing him. "We're not gonna solve your problem with you all the way over there. Come closer, baby."

Peter does step closer then takes another until he's standing right in front of Tony. The omega gently eases his son's hands away.

"Need to see what I'm working with here, kid," Tony tells him.

Slowly, he tugs his boy's pajamas down, letting the fabric drag over the erect length. His son's flesh is uncovered, slowly, like a grand reveal and Tony's mouth fills with saliva with every inch he exposes. He guessed the size a bit, just from the outline, but that doesn't compare to what he sees.

Tony knows right away that Peter has a pretty cock. The flesh itself is flushed a gorgeous pink, just like the blush on his cheeks. The girth isn't something to scoff at. It looks like his presentation hit Peter like a truck, giving him all the tools needed to be an alpha stud despite still being Tony's baby boy.

The omega eyes the loose skin around the base. For a kid who hasn't popped his first knot, Tony can already tell Peter's knot will be massive. When the band of his pajamas finally slips over the tip, Tony's breath catches when the entire thing is freed. It's so hard that it springs up but the weight of it is too much to curve up against Peter's belly. His son's cock bobs in the air, all flushed and needy, drooling for his omega mama's touch.

Tony takes a moment to admire it. A soft sound catches his attention and he looks up to see Peter's embarrassed face. The blush has only deepened and the color has crept down Peter's neck and chest, disappearing beneath his shirt.

"You've grown to be such a big boy," Tony murmurs, rubbing circles on the hard jut of his hip.

"Mama…" Peter whispers, a tiny bit embarrassed. But there's a hint of pride there like he can't help being happy that Tony compliments him so.

"It's a good cock," Tony assures him, "You'll make plenty of omegas cry on this thing…"

Another soft embarrassed sound then his sweet son admits, "I don't… don't really want any other 'mega, mom…"

His son is such a sweet boy. Tony feels his heart twist because Peter's always been such a good boy, always thinking about his omega mama, always so sweet and kind. Some young omega will steal Tony's sweet boy away and that's… that's life.

Tony doesn't say such things though. They'll come in time. For now… He'll take what he can get and teach his son what he wants to know.

"What do you think…?" Tony says casually while he wraps his hand around Peter's cock. "Think you can hold out for me, kid? Or are you feeling sensitive…?"

He gets his answer as soon as he gives the firm cock a single stroke. It twitches wildly in his hand, drops of precome beading up quickly at the slit. It drips down the flushed head and just as quickly, another drop forms. It keeps going, fat cloudy drops that gather and overflow so that it drips steadily.

"I…" Peter whines, hiding his face behind his hands again. He peeks through his fingers, "I don't know…"

Tony tries to be gentle but his baby isn't too far from his first orgasm by another's hand.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Tony tells him as the boy shuffles closer. His hand works over Peter's erect cock, jerking him off with firm but quick strokes. "Let it out, little alpha… Let it out for mama…"

It doesn't take more than a few strokes before Peter's body grows taut. His cock twitches and pulses in Tony's grip, balls drawing up quick. Tony doesn't stop and soon, his son is bucking up his hips, soft gasps and a cut off "Mmph…!" before Peter spills all over Tony's hand.

The load his son releases is so much…

"Fuck, baby," Tony says, astonished at the sheer amount of come, "you were really backed up, hmm? You should ask for mommy's help if you need it... Don't want my baby getting so frustrated…"

Tony milks it all out of Peter, massaging and encouraging the soft little baby knot at the base of his cock. He ignores the fact that his son's come makes a mess, some of it getting on his designer suit and dripping all over.

Peter slumps against him, sinking onto the bed. His head falls on Tony's shoulder and he buries his face against his Mama's arm.

"Isn't this wrong, mama…?" Peter asks softly.

In that quiet, whispered sentence, Tony hears all his boy's doubts and fears. Tony can't bear to have his kid upset, so he tips Peter's face towards his and gently, lovingly, kisses the boy on the lips.

Peter's brown eyes, so like his own, widen but he doesn't scramble back. If anything, he melts into it, hands twitching at his sides, wanting to touch but unsure of where to place them.

"I love you, baby," Tony tells him. Then he smiles a bit wryly, "You love me too, don't you…?"

For a second, Peter looks a bit offended at the question before he eagerly nods, replying, "Of course, I do, mom."

He nuzzles Tony's cheek then brushes his nose against his jaw and then his neck…

"You're perfect… my perfect mama…" Peter tells him, "I love you so much… There's no one I'd love more than you…"

Tony melts and tugs Peter down onto the bed with him. The young alpha curls up against his side while Tony kicks off his ruined pants. Since those are already gone, he strips off his suit jacket and the vest beneath. As he's unbuttoning his shirt, he feels curious fingers trace along his underwear.

He looks over his shoulder, raising a brow at his touchy feely son.

Peter gives his mama a shy smile, "It looks nice on you…"

Tony looks down, grinning at the hot red lace underwear he's wearing. He hasn't had an alpha in years but he still likes to feel sexy beneath his clothes. He's also glad he wore something nice since Peter seems to love it.

"Thank you, baby," Tony says leaning down and kissing the top of his head.

He leaves his shirt on but it's entirely unbuttoned. Tony is, perhaps, a bit eager but Peter certainly appreciates it. He tilts his face up, lips puckering a bit in expectation. Amused but not willing to turn down the request, Tony takes Peter's lips in another sweet kiss.

He's practically leaning over his son when he feels Peter's cock swelling against his thigh. The joys of having such an eager and young alpha…

Peter had just started getting into the kiss when Tony pulls away.

"Mama–" Peter protests but Tony shushes him with a finger to the lips. When his boy pouts, Tony takes his finger away and pecks him on the lips.

"There's no rush, sweetheart," he tells Peter, "But hmm… How about we make you a real alpha, hmm? Would you like that…?"

Peter's wide but eager eyes are answer enough and yet, he seems conflicted.

Tony reads him easily and kisses him softly.

"Still think it's wrong?" He raises a brow.

Peter's eyes are wide and even though he shakes his head rather enthusiastically, there's still that tiny bit of doubt that shadows his face.

He wraps an arm around the boy's shoulders and gently eases Peter down on top of him. His legs spread to accommodate his son, knees cradling the boy's hips.

Peter's cock presses between his legs, firm flesh poking and dragging along his clothed pussy. It makes Tony shiver in anticipation.

He reaches between their bodies, leading his son's cock where he wants it… The tip nestles against the fabric, precome wetting the lacy material.

"Pete… You're my baby," Tony says. Their eyes lock, alpha and omega, mother and son, as Tony teases him. He rubs against his son's cock, dragging the wet tip up and down along his slit. Even with his panties in the way, it's such an intimate feeling.

He nuzzles against the boy's cheek, purring, "Part of you should always be inside me… So, do it, baby, it's okay… Put your cock inside mommy."

He wants to do badly, Tony could see it. His eyes are hooded and his lip caught between his teeth. Tony only knows he's breathing because they're pressed close.

Peter's so close to getting his first taste of omega pussy.

"...What if I'm bad at it…?" Peter mumbles then, the last thing holding him back.

He can't take his eyes away from Tony though and the desire is there… Oh God, Tony hasn't felt this kind of mutual attraction in years. His baby alpha is just so eager but so worried about disappointing Tony… It's just so sweet, so typical of Peter.

"You're a Stark, aren't you?" Tony gently teases, "Being great is in your blood."

Then Tony smirks, a confident grin that trembles when he feels Peter's hips shift forward, seeking the warmth of his body.

"Besides…" Tony murmurs as he pulls Peter closer. "I'll teach you, baby… Don't worry…"

He squeezes the alpha's cock, stroking along heated flesh. It's dripping again, so much precome and fluid, his son's cock naturally providing lubrication so it could penetrate any tight hole.

Tony's pussy clenches, slick and wetness just dripping right out of him. This entire time, he's been so focused on Peter that he's been holding back his own wants. But this… He knows it's going to be amazing.

He's so wet and his own little omega cock is stiff and aching. It's nothing compared to how his insides clench in anticipation, eager to be split apart and seeded thoroughly.

Screw the fact that he hasn't bothered with birth control in years, there's always the after morning pill. Unless…

"You wanna be safe and use a condom, baby alpha…?" Tony asks. He hates it though, loves knowing his partner is bare inside him, but if his son wants it…

Peter looks torn and says forlornly, "Do I have to…? I haven't…"

"You really should but since it's your first time…" Tony gives in easily and then, pulling his panties aside, exposes the tight little hole of his pussy for penetration. He notches the wet tip right there and murmurs, "Push in a bit, Pete…"

His boy complies and oh… Tony groans at that initial stretch, his son's fat cock nudging its way inside…

"Mama…" Peter gasps, a strangled sound as he gets his first taste of Tony's omega pussy.

His hands fly down to Tony's hips, fingers clamping down. Once the tip is swallowed down, Peter's control frays and splinters, coming undone as his hips buck up. It's harsh and uncontrolled as the alpha tries to shove into Tony's tight body.

"Mama… mama .." Peter almost pleads but Tony's a bit distracted himself.

The omega is caught in the sensation of his pussy being split apart. In his younger days, sex was easy and he was used to it. It's been… years and Tony's definitely not used to it. His tight little pussy struggles to even take Peter's cockhead and Tony breathes through the stretch.

It's not unpleasant, it's just a lot… Especially with Peter trying to greedily fuck the rest of his length inside without giving Tony time to adjust.

"Mama… I can't… gotta…" Peter's words are incoherent babbling but actions speak louder than words. With a sob, Peter forces the rest of his cock inside his omega mother's pussy.

To Tony, it feels like the breath is punched out of him. He grips his son's broad shoulders and his entire body shudders, clenching down tight on Peter's cock.

It feels so good after the initial push that Tony's body goes limp. His son covers him, dark ravenous eyes staring down at him from above.

"It feels… so good…" Peter groans, eyes rolling back, and yet… he's staying so perfectly still like he can't move. Or refuses to.

Tony gazes up at his son with hooded eyes. His pussy clenches on the thick length, tiny little hole tight from lack of use. As he lays there panting, split open on his boy's cock, Tony has a feeling that he won't be left empty now that Peter's had a taste… He knows how alphas get and the look in Peter's eyes tell him the same thing.

There's this dazed look in Peter's eyes. His mouth trembles in pleasure and his entire body strains with the need to move.

"It's okay, baby," Tony encourages, wrapping his legs around the boy's waist. "C'mon, Pete… Move… I can take it… was made to take it…"

"Mama…"

It's breathed out like a prayer before Peter shudders. He squeezes his eyes shut but starts to move, hands clamped down bruisingly tight on Tony's hips as he chases after his own pleasure.

He fucks his mama with clumsy but eager thrusts. Tony welcomes every single one, moaning into his baby's ear and encouraging him with filthy words.

"Your cock feels so good, baby…" Tony says breathlessly. "Tilt your hips like– oh, fuck, yes… Like that, baby. Oh– yes, just like… that…"

Peter tries his very best to please Tony, but being so inexperienced, he can't help but come fast. He tries to warn his omega mommy but the words get caught in his throat.

"Mama…!" Peter shudders as he empties himself inside.

He unloads with a groan, pushing deep inside and spilling so carelessly into his mother's unprotected womb. The body under his grows so tight that it steals his breath.

"You're knotting, Pete, oh… oh, fuck–" Tony groans when he feels his son's knot start to swell.

It happens quickly, the knot filling and rubbing against Tony's insides until it's too large to pull out. His son is lost in the pleasure, completely overwhelmed as he dumps a nice thick load inside.

The realization that he's knotting comes as a surprise even though Peter knows that it logically happens. His mama feels so impossibly tight around him and it's hard for him to formulate a thought, much less words.

Thoughts about pups and the dangers of unprotected sex don't even register to the rutting alpha. All he knows is the amazing feeling of his come rushing out of him and shooting out… The way it leaves his mama so wet, he could feel it… His come crowding around his sensitive cock as the knot keeps it all plugged inside.

Tony shivers when he feels his son's cock pulse inside him. His eyes slip closed for just a moment and he images it… Peter's alpha cock inside him, white spilling everywhere as his son breeds him.

He's not on birth control and the omega shudders at the terrible thought. His son knocking him up. His hand trembles as he pets Peter's back, fingertips grazing up and down as the young alpha continues to pant against his neck.

"Mama… I'm sorry…" Peter groans when he finally realizes what he's done, "I came inside…"

That dirty wrong feeling grows and his pussy clenches down, milking every drop from his son's cock.

"It's okay, baby," Tony tells him. He turns Peter's face towards his and kisses him to show he's not mad or upset. "I've always wanted to give you a little brother or sister…"

It's said mostly as a joke, as something to show Peter that he isn't mad about it. But then Tony feels Peter's cock twitch violently inside him and he wonders…

"You like that idea, baby…?" Tony says out loud, eyes searching his boy's face. "Like the idea of knocking up your omega mommy?"

The sound Peter makes would be embarrassing any other time but Tony finds the high pitched whine cute. It tells him how badly his baby wants it… Wants to knock his omega parent up.

Tony sighs, feeling deliriously happy that their desires are in sync. He's been holding back, worried that Peter would just want some practice… But now…

"Move your hips, Pete…" Tony instructs. "You got your omega caught on your knot… Gotta keep rutting… Even if it's sensitive… Keep– Oh…"

His son obeys and moves flawlessly, burying his face in Tony's neck. The knot holds true and Tony groans when he feels it tugging against his hole but it's… It's so good…

Peter's youthful enthusiasm comes through. Even though they're still tied, he fucks Tony relentlessly. The knot only allows him an inch or two to move but that's all he needs. His thrusts are harsh and deep as he ruts into Tony's pussy, churning up all that good potent come that he's deposited inside.

Then without instruction, Peter pulls up to his knees, his strong hands dragging Tony's lower body with him so that the knot doesn't get tugged too harshly. Tony's back arches to get that perfect angle and he's seeing stars when Peter starts to hammer inside him..

His son's loud pants and cries of "Mama…!" continue as fucks Tony stupid in his childhood bed. Tony doesn't even need a hand on his own stiff little cock before he's spilling all over his stomach, clear useless drops of omega come spurting out. Peter continues to fuck him, rutting wildly in a way only newly presented alphas can.

Distantly, Tony realizes that the knot has softened… But then Peter whimpers, unhappy when his sensitive little knot slips out and is followed by a flood of his come.

"Baby–" Tony groans but Peter turns him onto his stomach before he shoves back in.

"Again," Peter growls. His cock spears right in, fucking into the sloppy wet insides of Tony's pussy. Then he murmurs, as though apologetic for his tone, "Please, mama… I need it… need mommy's pussy…"

Tony groans, pushing up onto his knees.

"Go on, P-Pete," he allows it, his entire body shaking from the force. "Go ahead, baby… Take what you n-need…"

"Thank you," Peter groans, "Thank you… It's so good, mama… So good… Wanna come inside again… Gonna do it… Gonna come inside mommy's pussy… Get every drop..."

"Do it, baby," Tony urges. "you can, you can… Come inside…"

It becomes clear that Peter isn't thinking of making it good for Tony, not when his thrusts are so rough and uncontrolled. He's just chasing after his own pleasure, hips rabbiting against Tony's ass as he roughly fucks in and out.

He's utilizing his strength, his speed… His youth that allows him to keep him. His cock is just a blur of motion with how fast he's fucking in and out. It feels too good to stop...

Tony can only imagine just how pink his ass and thighs are from how harshly Peter's fucking him. The sloppy wet sounds make it all the worse… There's come dripping down his thighs, come being fucked back into him, come ruining the sheets beneath them…

Alphas come so much and Tony's son wasn't an exception.

Tony can feel his son's knot again. The initial knotting happened so quickly and Peter had settled deep in his body when it happened.

Being fucked like this… Even while the knot's too small, he can feel it. It pops in and out, pushing and pulling against his hole and it's a sensation unlike any other.

Tony feels every tug as it grows and grows. He relishes the sensation, knows when his son is ready by the way the thrusts shorten… It's Peter using his freshly fucked hole… Using Tony's body to stimulate the knot so he can come again.

Unrefined and unused to sex, Peter doesn't realize that he's let the knot grows too big until he tries to push in and it's– It's too big.

Tony wouldn't let any other alpha do this, but it's his son and he wants Peter to just enjoy it. H wee can handle a bit of pain, he tells himself.

"D-do it," Tony groans and has a second to brace himself when Peter complies. He pulls back so that the very tip is settled against his opening then he shoves in with a snap of his hips.

Peter grunts while Tony whines, the knot being forcefully shoved in. Another load is deposited and he feels the way Peter spurts inside him, that thick alpha cock pumping away load after load… Trying it's best to fill him up so he gets knocked up.

Tony lays there flat on his stomach, his son pressing him down as Peter purrs, content and satisfied after coming inside twice.

The rut is in no way over but there's some downtime.

Tony grunts as he tries to nudge Peter onto his side. His boy is affectionate and acts touch starved like he can't get enough. He runs his hands over the omega's sweat damp body.

"Can we do it again…?" Peter asks, kissing the back of Tony's neck. His knot is probably ten minutes away from softening and he already wants to fuck his omega mommy.

"As many times as you want, kiddo," Tony says despite wondering if he'll survive his son's rut. "Do you wanna try my ass…? You might like it better."

Peter goes quiet for a moment but Tony doesn't notice. He's too caught up in the afterglow, relaxing in his son's arms as he considers taking the next few days off.

He shivers when Peter's fingers slip between his legs. It's a curious touch, exploring Tony's body in a way he's never had a chance to.

Tony remembers being that young and curious so he lays there, humming whenever a particular touch feels good. Peter's hands on him are almost reverent and it's so feather light when he skims over his omega cock.

Those same fingers skip south, so hesitant, as though Tony would scold him at any moment. They grow a bit more confident when he doesn't, but to Tony's surprise, Peter just rubs around the swollen flesh where his knot is locked.

"Wanna keep doing it here…" Peter murmurs, "If I can… If mama lets me… Wanna keep doing it here…"

Maybe it's not all talk, Tony thinks when Peter mouths against his neck. Tony tilts his head, sighing in pleasure when the alpha runs his tongue over the sensitive skin there.

His natural inclination is to tease the boy with his new obsession but instead, Tony trembles in excitement. He presses his hand over his alpha son's curious fingers.

"Okay, baby," Tony permits, "Mama will let you do it."

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He should've remembered that his son was very much like him. If he had, Tony may have thought twice about giving Peter free reign over his body.

Paired with a newly presented alpha's determination to breed, Tony finds himself in quite a predicament.

He's not as young as he used to be and he realizes this when Peter shows himself to be quite insatiable. Peter doesn't even bat an eye after going three rounds.

It helps that those rounds are short. The kid has a crazy amount of stamina in the sense that he can keep going and going and going… But he doesn't last very long during those times. At least, not yet. Peter has plenty of time to build up his experience and by the fifth time, the sensitivity had dulled so he lasts a bit longer.

The rut is harsh and demanding. Tony feels every thrust, every desperate attempt to knock him up. The amount of seed that Peter spills inside him in obscene and so much of it spills from Tony's leaking hole when the knot softens and his son pulls out.

No matter how much is wasted against the sheets, Tony knows there's more than enough left inside him. He wonders if it'll kickstart his own cycle but the thought is a fleeting one. Peter consumes all his time and attention.

It's a fuck fest. A marathon. A full blown alpha rut. And rutting alphas only have one thing on their mind. Fucking and breeding an omega.

Lucky Tony, he's the one who volunteered and gave permission. He loves his son, how could he not?

Tony doesn't regret it, not even when he feels like he's full to bursting. He marvels at the noticeable bulge Peter's come has given him, but this… Letting Peter run wild, it isn't sustainable. Tony would become an incoherent mess, fucked out and his son would probably still rut him, still keep fucking him until the urges were sated.

The omega switches tactics.

In the shower, he redirects the alpha cock to his ass instead of his sore pussy. Peter whines at the change, wanting another chance at his pussy but Tony is firm.

The thought is forgotten either way when he feels Tony's insides grip his relentless cock. It's a different kind of heat, but it's still Tony, still his mama gripping him tightly. He hammers in with stuttering breaths and gasps that echo in the shower stall.

Peter takes control. He pushes his omega mama against the slick shower tiles and fucks his ass with rough jerks of his hips. To his rut crazed mind, a hole is a hole and he's already dumped several loads in his omega's pussy. He could enjoy this for now...

The newly presented alpha finds he's as enamored with Tony's ass as he is with his pussy. The water washes away what they've done but It doesn't lessen Peter's urge to breed his own omega parent.

Unsurprisingly, the next attempt is shortly after.

One moment, Tony's reaching for something in the bathroom cabinet, the next, he's bent over the counter. His son grips his hips and a nice thick cock slides inside him. By now it's familiar and even though it aches, Tony grips the counter. His back arches into an enticing curve and it shakes with every harsh thrust.

All efforts at cleanliness are ruined when Peter comes inside him again. His fist is wrapped around his knot, preventing it from slipping in and at the last second, he pulls out. Warmth spurts of semen spill over Tony's ass and his lower back and even the omega feels his face grow warm at the claim.

The next two days pass in a blur.

Tony's meetings are canceled and Peter's first rut absence is accepted by his teacher.

His instincts run wild and Tony indulges him, taking the role of a mate and letting the alpha sate his urges in any of his holes.

And when the rut ends…

They're both exhausted and utilize the hot tub to soothe their sore muscles.

What occurred between them doesn't end when Peter's rut finally ebbs away. That's made clear when Tony slips into his son's lap, groaning in part pain and mostly pleasure when Peter's cock stretches him full once more.

They haven't used a condom once during the entirety of Peter's rut. It's not surprising to Tony when weeks later, a pregnancy test proves that he's carrying.

He wasn't even in heat when Peter knocked him up.

Tony takes his son out to dinner and surprises him with the news.

"Pregnant?" Peter's eyes grow wide with disbelief, "but you weren't even in heat, mama…"

Tony pecks him on the cheek.

"That's right, kid," Tony says with a proud smile, "Who knew that my Peter was such a stud? Knocking up his mama out of cycle."

He winks at the abashed alpha but there's a glow that sparks inside his son. Pride. Happiness. A mix of the two.

He touches Tony's flat tummy through the suit.

"I'm going to have a little brother or sister," Peter says in awe.

"A son or daughter," Tony adds. "It is your pup."

"It's my pup…" Peter echos, a bit dazed. "Mama…"

"Maybe you should start calling me Tony," the omega encourages but Peter's lips pucker a bit at the thought.

"You'll always be my mama though," he protests.

It makes Tony smile and he pats his son's hand.

"Aren't I your mate now too?" Tony teased, "Or are you going to leave your poor mom to do all the baby stuff?"

Of course, that brings so many protests and stuttering denials that Tony has to admit he was joking. He soothes his son and tells him, "You'll be a great daddy, Pete."

The alpha is in a daze for the rest of the dinner. There's a goofy but endearing smile on his face and he treats Tony with so much care and gentleness.

Tony makes sure to put an end to that. He's newly pregnant and his libido shoots up. There's no room for gentle, not now, and he convinces Peter of this in the car ride home.

The alpha doesn't need much convincing. Knocking up his omega mommy does things to his head, strokes his alpha ego to new heights and he wants Tony now more than ever. Wants to fuck him again, to remember just exactly how he impregnated his mommy.

Happy is the unfortunate victim as the limo driver but the partition, at least, gives them some privacy.

Tony rides Peter in the car, legs straining as he bounces up and down on that thick, wonderful alpha cock that got him pregnant. His son's cock. Peter holds him steady and one hand rests possessively over the non-existent bump.

Even if there's no physical evidence there yet, they both know there'll be a new Stark in under a year.

Peter begs Tony to let him do it again. He wants to breed his mommy after they have their first child. He doesn't want to stop putting his babies in Tony's tummy and Tony has half a mind to indulge him.

Instead, he kisses Peter oh so sweetly and teases him with a, "We'll see, baby. Maybe if you keep your grades up, hmm?"

Peter maintains a 4.0 GPA in his studies which isn't surprising given the fact that he's a Stark. The incentive was the main driving force though. He has an omega mate and his mama, all in one and while Tony still isn't allowed to touch a pan in the kitchen, he takes care of the alpha's other needs.

The omega's body starts to fill out, becoming softer and readying itself for motherhood. Tony laments at the loss of his trim and fit figure once the suits no longer fit, but every time he looks in the mirror, he's reminded.

He's carrying his son's baby. Inside his belly, there was a tiny bit of Peter and himself.

They talk about it and wonder. Would the baby be a girl or boy? Alpha? Omega? Beta? They didn't care what designation the baby came out with or what was between their legs. The baby was Peter's and Tony's and that's all that mattered.

Instead, they debate about what the baby would have from each parent. Peter's soft brown hair? Or Tony's darker thick hair? Peter's paler skin tone or Tony's Tanner complexion?

Regardless, they both already loved their little peanut.

The weeks pass and people take notice. It's obvious to anyone with a nose, but the betas have put two and two together. They see Tony's tummy start to swell even more and there's something soft and beautiful about Tony like this.

Peter is in love with the changes..

He worships his mama's body with kisses and words of adoration which Tony decides, makes up for the changes.

Every night and morning, he runs his hands all over every inch of his mama's body. He presses his ear to the now noticable baby bump and speaks quietly to their little Peanut.

"I did this…" Peter smiles when he caresses the baby bump.

"Scoundrel," Tony quips, "This isn't how I raised you!" He drops the act and sighs when Peter nuzzles his chest.

His chest has changed, growing softer along with the rest of his body. It's natural and he knew it was coming. It had happened when he was pregnant with Peter.

"How big did you get when you had me?" Peter wonders as he nuzzles against Tony's soft chest.

He tweaks a nipple gently, knowing his mama's been complaining about soreness.

"Not too big," Tony admits, "Maybe a handful? There's a couple of photoshoots I did at the time."

Peter has already seen them. His mama looked breathtaking in them. The photographers had played up the more feminine aspect of omegas, dressing Tony in ballroom gowns and long flowy pieces that showed off his modest chest.

Simply… breathtaking.

He still likes to hear it from Tony. How big they grow is really genetics. Tony himself never grew that large when he was pregnant with Peter.

Tony massages his aching chest, pressing fingertips down lightly around the tissue. He notices Peter's watchful eyes and smiles.

"This isn't my first time," Tony reminds him, "And I've gone into milk before, even before I got pregnant."

That's something Peter hadn't been aware of.

Omegas can produce milk even outside of pregnancy, Peter knows. He just didn't know that Tony has tried it at some point.

"You did?"

"Mhmm," Tony says a bit proudly. "Takes some training but omegas can do it as long as there's someone that wants it."

The comment sticks in Peter's head… His mama making milk for… a boyfriend? An alpha friend? He takes over massaging Tony's chest and the omega lets him, melting against the bed and pillows he's propped upon.

"Would it be okay…" Peter murmurs, "if I…?"

A slow, teasing smile curls the corner of Tony's lips.

"You want a taste, little alpha?" Tony says outright.

Peter blushes but nods. "As long as it doesn't take away from peanut."

Tony waves a hand then features Peter to come closer. "Peanut will be fine. Our bodies adapt if there's a demand for more and…"

There's a twinkle in Tony's eye.

"Maybe you can help me out?" Tony purrs.

The mood shifts and Peter, after becoming intimately aware of his mama's increased libido, grows excited from the tone.

He curls up against Tony's side, one hand still massaging his chest. It goes from clinical to sensual, Peter's fingertips sweeping over sensitive skin.

"Anything, mama," Peter murmurs.

Tony turn Peter's face so he's nuzzling against the soft swell of his chest. "The more stimulation these get, the faster I'll come into milk. Help an O out, will you?"

Peter happily does so. He licks and sucks with his mouth while his hand massages the omega's chest. Tony hisses at the sensation, fingers curling into his son's soft hair.

There isn't any milk that day, but he's sure that it'll come soon.

Sex grows more difficult when Tony's belly grows but they're both determined. More often, they fuck with Tony on his side and Peter against back. It's the perfect position to let Peter touch his belly as he's fucking in and out of Tony's pussy. He still knots, still releases his come inside even though it serves no purpose for now.

Peter takes to his new task with great enthusiasm. He's always been an affection boy but now, he touches Tony freely like it's his right. Like he's Tony's alpha and mate.

His new favorite position is side to side while facing each other. He likes to suck on Tony's nipples, loves feeling Tony's swollen belly press against his body. It's the best feeling in the world and Tony can't deny that he enjoys it greatly, as well.

It's during one specific session that Peter finally gets a taste of his mama.

It's slow and gentle, Peter being more cautious the larger Tony's belly grows. He pushes in and out in a leisurely rhythm, his thick alpha cock already slick with his previous load. His stamina has grown and he's learned so, so much that he's even a bit cocky about it. He knows how to make Tony moan, how to tease the omega. Knows how to make him shiver with just a few words.

Beyond that, he knows what his mama looks like spent and fucked out. He's memorized the curve of his lips when he's gasping, learned every sensitive spot that has Tony clenching the sheets between his fingers.

He sucks in Tony's sensitive nipple, nursing like he once did when he was a small pup. There's a burst of sweetness that spills across his tongue. It surprises him so much that he pulls back, milky drops slipping from his lips.

There's a lingering sweetness in his mouth and it evokes a feeling in him. He was too young to remember nursing from his mama but it's still there, this feeling of safety and love.

Peter licks up the drops and purrs, pressing even closer to take the omega's nipple back into his mouth.

Tony groans when he feels the milk let out, eyes turned into slits while he's watching Peter lick it up. He feels the suction and it brings such sweet pleasure to him, it makes his back arch a bit. His grip tightens in Peter's hair and they continue that way.

Peter's mouth on his nipple, the milk continues to flow steadily with every suck. At the same time, Tony's pussy squeezes around his son's cock, massaging, and begging for another knot.

"Mama…" Peter groans when there's no more left. "It's so sweet… Mama's milk… I want more…"

He then switches to the other nipple, leaning up a bit to get to it.

His mouth latches onto Tony's nipple, eyes slipped closed as he focused on how sweet his Mama's milk his. He almost feels jealous that his little pup would get this for however long.

Tony drifts in a haze of pleasure but his hips hitch needily. Maybe with some training, he could come from just Peter nursing on him, but for now, he wants to get fucked.

"Baby," Tony groans, "C'mon, do it… how I like."

Peter looks up and pull off, leaving the nipple wet from his mouth and peaked in the cool air. The alpha notes the way Tony's eyes are hooded and his mouth is gasping, wanting.

"Love you, mama…" Peter tells him before he starts to hasten his thrusts.

"Love you–Oh!" Tony moans, tossing his head back. "Ah, that's perfect… Perfect…"

A glance down and Peter's eyes rest on Tony's chest, his nipples firm and puffy from the alpha's mouth. A single drop of cloudy milk drips from one nipple and Peter chases it as it slips down Tony's chest. He licks it up with his tongue, running the flat of it up so that he can take it back into his mouth.

Judging by the way the omega moans, Tony approves of it. His fingers curl in Peter's hair again as the alpha fucks him.

Tony floats on a haze of pleasure as Peter fucks him. He can feel the knot– His son has gotten good at holding it back but with his first sample of omega milk, it's like Peter has lost his inhibitions. His hips fuck forward as he sucks and sucks, greedily drinking from Tony.

The knot grows and grows, slipping inside at the very last second. Peter licks up the very last drops while his cock spurts inside his mama.

And like a good boy, he shares the sweetness with Tony, kissing him deeply.

"How was it, baby?" Tony murmurs when they're knotted.

"Mama tastes so sweet," Peter replies, nosing against his neck. "Was it good…?"

Tony kisses the top of his head.

"It was perfect, Pete," Tony tells him. "My perfect little alpha."

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Tony has to buy new clothes.

His belly grows even larger and his chest is bigger than when he was pregnant with Peter.

"F-Fuck–!" Tony grunts while Peter fucks into him from behind.

He had been making something simple for breakfast. His instincts demanded to, feed and do all this domestic shit that Tony never cared for, so he tried pancakes. It should've been easy but Peter had come down and seeing his mama trying to cook for him had really turned him on.

Or maybe it's just an excuse to walk up behind Tony, pull his pants down, and slip right into his wet pussy.

The stove is off now and the pancake mix barely has barely cooked, but it's all ignored anyway. Peter just fucks and fucks, eager and hungry for something other than food.

He, at least has the decency to avoid knotting but then Tony's left with a steady deluge of come dripping down his thighs.

"You're gonna be late for class," Tony pokes Peter when the alpha pulls his pants up. "Late and hungry."

Peter gently turns him and nuzzles against his chest, squeezing them gently.

There's a suggestion in his eyes and Tony sighs, giving in. He leans back against the counter and Peter swoops in, tugging his Mama's shirt off before taking a nipple into his mouth.

"How did I raise such a smart ass," Tony wonders but there's a fondness in his tone.

Such encounters only become even more frequent. Peter ambushes him in the shower, in the tub… He has no shame in showing off his pregnant mama and no shame in asking Tony for milk right after school.

And it's become such a routine that Peter has Tony on his cock shortly after.

"These are you fault," Tony says when he models a new maternity bra.

They've grown a size larger and while it's still no where close to what beta women would have, they've become fairly large for an omega male.

Peter only hums, stepping up and testing the new bra to see how easy feeding would be. It's easy access and they have another round right there in the dressing room. Outsides turn a blind eye to it.

It's the Starks, after all.

Tony finally gives birth the next month. They hadn't asked for the gender, wanting it to be a surprise.

Peanut turns out to be a sweet faced little alpha girl and already, she takes after her mama. She has dark hair and an inquisitive gaze. She has Peter's mischievous nature, however.

Morgan had been hiding her alpha brother who surprised them all when he was delivered with an indignant wail. Soft brown curls and wide eyes, this one was the spitting image of Peter.

Peter had been wide eyed, staring at the two new Starks. His two pups. Their pups, his and his mama's.

"Overachiever," Tony teased him, "Not one, but two pups. What am I gonna do with you, Pete."

"Ah…" Peter chuckled, "My calc teacher told me I aced the final?"

"Of course, you did," Tony laughs, then gently hands over their youngest to Peter's arms.

He kisses Peter's cheek and whispers, "Congrats, alpha. On the exam and becoming a daddy."

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i had done all the dishes, hand washed her bra and panties from the previous day, dusted the house, swept the floors and vacuumed the carpets as i did daily. Today, She told me to be showered, dressed and have my makeup on when She returned from work. "Be ready to go out for the evening. Don't disappoint me. I want my pretty girl dressed to impress tonight. You should also take an enema and not eat past noon. I suppose I don't need to explain why."

It wasn't uncommon for Her to give such instructions. She enjoyed taking me out to show me off at the bars. The satisfaction She felt by taking Her sissy into public fueled Her dominant passion.

After taking the enema, i showered then shaved my body with the exception of the landing strip that Mistress insisted that i keep. She said it was a good look on a slut like me.

i had picked out a matching bra and panty set that was black satin with red lace trim. After applying the adhesive to my breast forms, i placed them on my freshly shaved chest and then put on my bra. The weight of them hanging my chest provides a more genuine feminine experience than simply holding them on with the bra. Next came the garter belt and stockings. i carefully put them on making sure that the seams were perfectly aligned up the backs of my legs and attached them to the straps of the garter belt. Finally, my panties. my favorite part of getting dressed. Mistress had always told me to put my panties over the garter straps as it made it easier to take them off since the stockings and garter belt could stay on for any "intimate episodes" but the panties surely had to be removed. i pulled them up over my pink chastity device and instinctively looked at my ass in the full length mirror. The Brazilian cut back accentuated my cute little cheeks. i simply grinned, admiring how attractive my backside looked. i went to the bathroom to do my makeup. Foundation, powder, bronzer, dark blue eyeshadow with some grey as a second layer, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. i was looking pretty, and i loved it. Returning to the walk-in closet, i picked out my black skater-style skirt and my black blouse with the sheer sleeves. After putting them on, i checked the mirror again to make sure that the bulge of my chastity device didn't show. Fortunately, it didn't. Looking at myself, i couldn't help but notice how sexy i was. i looked like the girls i wanted to take home. i felt so warm inside. A quick brushing of my hair and i was ready. i looked at the clock and saw that Mistress would be home in less than 10 minutes. i had finished with time to spare.

i knelt in the foyer with my hands resting on top of my thighs just as She insisted i do as i wait for Her every afternoon. i kept thinking over and over again to make sure i had completed everything She instructed me to do while She was at work. i was forbidden from writing an actual list. She told me that if i was truly committed to pleasing Her that I would remember and that if i forgot anything that i would suffer the consequences.

The door opened and my beautiful Mistress entered. i kissed both of Her feet to display my dedication to Her. Her hand reached down and with a single finger She pulled up on my chin until i was looking at Her in the eyes. She smiled and said, "Well, Beth,you're looking particularly fuck-able tonight. Good girl." Her words melted my heart. i couldn't help but bat my eyes and grin at Her and reply "Thank You Mistress Nikki. i'm glad that i could please You."

"Stand up. I want to see it all," She ordered.

Rising to my stockinged feet, I stood motionless with my hands at my sides. She slowly walked around me, looking me up and down. Once behind me, She raised my skirt to inspect my panties. "Those are cute. I know you're hoping to get laid tonight." She groped my ass and slid Her ring and middle fingers down between my cheeks until She felt the base of my butt plug. She pressed on it slightly and i couldn't stop myself from moaning just a little. Completing Her inspection of me, She stood in front of me and gently ran Her hand down my cheek and said "Such a pretty girl. I can tell you want to get fucked tonight. Believe me, you will. Come over here and sit for a moment." i followed Her to the dining room where She pulled a chair away from the table and turned it around. Holding the back of my skirt up to my legs, i sat down and crossed my legs. Mistress walked to the bedroom and returned with a small box in Her hand. She opened it behind me and set it on the table. She then sat on my lap facing me and wrapped Her legs behind the chair. She placed one hand behind my head and leaned sensually exhaled into my ear. As She stimulated the erogenous zone at the base of my neck with one hand, She reached under my skirt with the other grabbing the tube of my chastity device. She then whispered in my ear "you're going to get fucked so hard tonight, I'm going to make you cum while your little clitty stays locked away." The stern tone in Her voice and the stimulation from each of Her hands had me instantly straining against my pink plastic prison. She just softly laughed. Reaching to the table briefly, She promptly brought Her arms back between us and told me to look up. Doing so, She spread my left eye open with one hand and placed something in my eye with Her other. Confused, i blinked several times and before i knew what had happened, She did the same to my right eye causing me to blink repeatedly. After a few seconds, i was able to open my eyes but not see. Everything had gone completely dark. "They're known as blackouts, princess. I can tell by the look on your face that they're working. It's amazing how you can see nothing right now and yet I can still see the pretty hazel color of your eyes."

She stood up and took me by the hand, signalling for me to stand as well. Nervously, i stood up and followed her lead. We stopped in what i assume was the living room where She helped me into my high heel shoes. Considerate, She selected the 4inch heels for Her blind sissy. my nervousness grew stronger and She surely sensed it. "Don't worry Beth," She said, "we're not actually going out again. Even I wouldn't take you out the first time I made you blind and helpless. I just wanted to make sure that you would look right for our evening in. Come this way my dear." She took me by the hand again and led me to the "training" room. She guided me to the repurposed massage table in the middle of the room and told me to lie on my back. "Such a pretty and yet slutty girl" She said as She began to walk around me. She continued to walk around me as She ran Her hand down the inside of my thigh. i whimpered and quivered. "Do you know what happens to slutty girls? Slutty girls get fucked. Based on your choice of clothes, you clearly want to be fucked, or so you think." A quick backhanded swat to my groin landed a perfect hit that caused me to cough and flinch. "I didn't give you permission to move, did I sissy girl?"

"No Mistress" i said with terror in my voice.

Her hand sharply slapped my face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you."

"No Mistress Nikki."

"That's better. Since you moved without my permission, now I'm worried that you're going to do it again. Fortunately, I'm prepared for that." She then attached restraints to my wrists and ankles. i knew better than to offer resistance. Instead, I lay there and accepted Her decision. i was bound to the table, dressed fully in feminine attire, my former manhood was locked in a pink chastity device, a plug was in my ass, i was unable to see anything, and my makeup sent only a message of promiscuity. i was helpless and completely at the mercy of Mistress Nikki. Then the doorbell rang and my heart sunk further yet. "I'll get that for you sweetheart."

She walked to the door and greeted Her guest. "You're right on time. Come on in. You can leave your shoes at the door. She's right this way."

"Oh my God. She is pretty. It's a shame that she's taken," i heard an unfamiliar Woman's voice say.

"Beth, this is Mistress Mary. Say hello."

"Hello Mistress Mary."

Another sharp slap was felt across my face. "If you embarrass Me like that again, I can promise you that you will not enjoy the way that this night ends for you. you look at who you're speaking to. I'm certain that I taught you that. I know that you can't see because of the blackout contacts but you can put forth some effort."

Facing Her voice i replied "my apologies for my laziness, Mistresses. Good evening Mistress Mary."

"That's better," Mistress Nikki said. "Shall we get started Mistress Mary? I've left a strapon for you over by those chairs.

A short time later, They were complimenting each other's strapons. Mistress Mary admired the girth of Mistress Nikki's but also liked that hers was longer.

Mistress Nikki flipped the front of my skirt up and pulled my chastity device out of my panties. "Don't mind this. I'm just putting a condom over the tube to contain whatever leaks from that little clitty. It'll keep those pretty panties from staining. Ready Mistress Mary?"

"I sure am."

"How about you Beth?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Great. Beth, you're going to play a game with Mistress Mary and I. The game is called 'Who's in my mouth.' It's a pretty simple game. One of us puts a cock in your mouth and you guess which of us it is. Lift your head." After doing so, She removed the headrest from the table and pushed down on my forehead until my head was all the way down.

Feeling a cock against my lips, i opened my mouth and sucked it until it was pulled out after one stroke.

"Who was it," asked Mistress Nikki.

i knew Her cock well and instantly recognized its feel in my mouth. "It was you, Mistress Nikki."

"Good girl."

Again, a cock was pressed to my lips for me to suck and was pulled out. It was longer but not as thick. "Mistress Mary" i said without promoting.

"Very good," praised Mistress Nikki.

A cock was pressed into my mouth and thrusted into my throat quickly several times and pulled out.

"Mistress Mary" i gasped.

"You're a great at this game. You sure know your cocks, just as a sissy-faggot should."

Time after time, i managed to identify whose cock was in my mouth despite the forced deep throating, gagging, and extended periods of time that they forced the cocks down my throat.

They let me catch my breath. Once my breathing had almost returned to normal, a cock was again pressed to my lips. Opening my mouth, it felt different. i actually felt it swell a little as it was pulled out.

"Who was that in your mouth, sissy girl?" Mistress Mary asked with a snicker.

"I don't know Mistress Mary"

The cock was pushed in again, but further this time. The taste was like no dildo I was ever made to suck. As it went further down my throat, it was suddenly painfully clear as i simultaneously felt pubic hair on my chin and a warm, soft scrotum encasing my nose. i screamed as best as i could with a cock in my mouth but the only thing that changed was that my face was being fucked once again but didn't stop. Every few strokes, i was able to catch a quick breath. This continued for several minutes. I then heard the unmistakable sound of a Man breathing heavily as he approached climax. Again, i tried to scream and again, no one cared. With one final grunt, the cock thrusted halfway into my mouth as it erupted in me. The hot and salty cum was trapped in my mouth by this cock that continued to spray its seed as it continued to twitch.

"You better not waste any of that you filthy cunt," warned Mistress Nikki.

Disgusted and mortified, i wrapped my lips tightly around the cock, causing it to quiver and cum even more as it pulled out. As soon as it was out of my mouth, my head was pulled up by my hair and Mistress Nikki ordered me to open my mouth. Cautiously, i did so taking care to not spill the wretched tasting fluid from my mouth.

Both Mistresses must have been looking as they both stated laughing at the same time.

"Do you always cum that much?" Questioned Mistress Nikki.

"Usually," a Man's voice answered next to me.

"Oh, how rude of me. Did I not introduce you? Beth, this is Jason, Mistress Mary's boyfriend. Say hello to Jason. Remember your manners… all of them."

i looked in the direction of Jason's voice and understood Mistress Nikki's words just in time. His load was in my mouth. i knew that Mistress Nikki would be angry if Her sissy were to spit as that would be far from the ladylike behavior She was teaching me. Similarly, talking with my mouth full was out of the question. i knew that i was almost out of time and i also knew the answer to my problem but i couldn't bring myself to do it. i was just forced to suck a real cock. This was actually a criminal offense that i was a victim of and She's worried about manners and me embarrassing Her? But, She was also my Mistress. i loved serving Her and she was willing to make me into the perfect little sissy. Realizing that She was doing what was best for me, i accepted my fate, swallowed the entirety of His seed and said "Good evening Jason."

i recognized Mistress Nikki's gentle touch as She brushed Her hand through my hair and sincerely spoke, "Good girl. I'm going to release your ankles and wrists now. You're not going to make any foolish decisions, are you"

"No, Mistress," i replied softly. i felt tears slowly running out of the corners of my eyes.

"I didn't think so." She removed the restraints, helped me to my feet and took me aside having seen that i was shaken.

Mistress wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. "Is everything alright, sweetie?"

i couldn't verbally respond. i meekly shook my head to indicate that, no, everything was not alright.

She brushed her hand along the hair on the side of my head. "Do you want to talk about it?"

i shook my head again.

"Well, let me just say this. If I asked you if you wanted to suck a Real Man's cock, you'd probably tell me no. If you would have known that you were going to suck a cock tonight, you'd probably try to weasel your way out of it. Do you know why? Because you still think your a man. But you're not. Don't let that clitty between your legs fool you. That could never be enough to please a woman. That's why you're a sissy and sissies suck cock. This day had to come and I couldn't just wait until you thought you were ready, so I came up with this for tonight. You did great for your first cock and I'm sure you're next will be even better. I'm sure that once I start dating a Real Man that I'll never know the awful taste of His manhood because I have such a great cocksucker of a sissy. There's no going back. You can't un-suck Jason. What's done is done. You are now a cocksucker. That being said, our guests are still here and expect to be entertained. Get yourself together and stop being so selfish." With that, She released Her consoling hug from me and playfully patted my ass. i could tell she walked away from me and returned to our guests. As hard as i tried, i couldn't get the thought out of my mind that i had been deceived into blowing someone. i dropped to my knees and wept.

Seeing this, Mistress quickly took me by the wrist without saying a word and led me back to the table and pushed me over it from the side. i had embarrassed her again in front of company. She restrained my wrists, forcing me to stand but bent over the side of the table. She flipped the back of my skirt up and pulled my panties down to my knees. "You want to cry?! I'll give you something to cry about." A whirl sound filled the air and the sharpest pain i have ever experienced filled my tender little ass cheeks. "How dare you embarrass me in front of company?" Another equally painful strike. "After all that I have done for you to prepare for tonight and this is the appreciation you show me?" Another smack. "These are the moments that I wonder why I bother with you. You say that you love me and love serving me but the moment I help you to the next level of your life, you crumble. You're not the first sissy-cocksucker in the world. Get over it." At least a dozen more strikes were rapidly delivered. i heard Mistress Mary whisper something to Mistress Nikki though i couldn't make it out. "It's fine," said Mistress Nikki, deliberately not quietly. "The bruises heal faster than you think. She shouldn't be sitting much anyhow. Now, that spot on the right where the skin broke open, that will be a good reminder for her for a couple weeks. Isn't it amazing how an ordinary plastic clothes hanger can prove to be such a helpful disciplinary tool?"

It was the worst pain of my life. i was able to remain still but no amount of control could prevent the tears from running down my face. "I think she's had enough," laughed Mistress Mary, "Besides, I want that ass."

i felt Her foot between my ankles and i instantly knew to spread them, keeping my knees close to one another to not stretch the delicate waistband of my panties. She pulled the plug from my ass in one swift motion and i heard it drop to the floor. i then felt the unmistakable sensation of lube being applied to my backside. Slowly, it dripped its way down to my rear hole. Uncommanded, it puckered from the stimulation. i felt the tip of Mistress Mary's cock tease the entrance of my tunnel and then start to enter me slowly for the first inch then with no warning at all, one full and violent thrust had Her entire length inside me. My opening was instantly sore from the less than gentle penetration, Her cock's length bottomed out inside me and the impact of Her hips inflicted even more pain to my already beaten ass. She wasted no time by allowing me to relax, instead She immediately started pumping me, quickly at first and then even faster. It wasn't long before my sphincter went numb but the same couldn't be said for my cheeks and innards. The pain of each smack of Her hips against my ass was simultaneous with the pain inside me from the impact of the cock's tip hitting my internal limit. i tried to focus my attention on the pleasure from the stimulation of my prostate and the sensation of being dominated, but the intense pain far exceeded both. After a few moments, Mistress Nikki was before me circling my lips with Her cock. Feeling its pressure, i opened my mouth and took it in and began sucking. Shortly after, the two Women synchronized their thrusts and i was gagging from Mistress Nikki at one end at the exact moments that Mistress Mary was burying Herself in me from the other. It continued for several minutes. Tears were running down my face and saliva from my mouth. Finally, They both thrusted as deep as each could and held still. The pain in my rear overwhelmed me to the point that i didn't notice how the inability to breathe was affecting me and my gagging. Several moments later, my senses became vague and my entire body went limp from unconsciousness. Both Mistresses, as well as Jason were laughing as the Women woke me up by slapping the sides of my face with Their dicks.

Mistress Mary wasted no time and quickly forced Her cock into my mouth and thrusted only a few times before pulling out. Mistress Nikki wasted no lube and merely spit onto my ring and slowly introduced the length of Her cock into me. It's girth, noticably thicker than the last, provided an amazing sensation. i couldn't help but moan in pleasure and continued to do so through every slow, calculated stroke of Hers. It was evident that She was focusing on driving Her cock into my prostate. The waves of pleasure felt was an out of body experience. i was on the edge of climax when She pulled out and whispered in my ear "Not yet princess, but soon."

She released the wrist restraints, removed my panties and guided me to the floor, still blind from the blackout contact lenses. "It's time for you to do some work. You're going to practice your dick riding. Show Mistress Mary some cowgirl action." i felt Her dick against my hole and slowly lowered myself onto it. i started off at (what i thought) was a reasonable pace but Mistress Nikki insisted that it was not. "You're going to be all night getting men off if that's how slowly you're going to ride. You'll be lucky to get two or three men per night! Faster! You need to be able to get seven or eight men off in an evening if you want to make me any real money with that pussy!" What was She saying?! She was going to turn me out? i was going to be Her whore? How far had this gone and how much further was she going to go? i sped up, bouncing up and down on Her pole. It seemed like hours passed but was surely only a few minutes. Mistress Nikki stopped me just as my thighs were starting to burn. She wanted to enjoy the experience. Taking Her place beneath me, i began riding her. She met my pumps with thrusts of her own ensuring that i felt the full effect of Her cock. My thighs began to tremble from fatigue. Several more minutes i fought the pain until i dropped one last time and was physically unable to lift myself again. Mistress Nikki pulled my shoulders towards Hers until our bodies were touching. She hugged me tightly and said "Good girl. You'll get better with practice." i then felt Mistress Mary pressing her cock into me while Mistress Nikki's was already. Harder and harder She pressed against my hole stretching it beyond its capacity. When i started to whine from the pain, Mistress Nikki rubbed my back and said "Ssssh Ssssh Ssssh. It's ok sweetheart. Just relax. It'll all be in you soon. Once it's in there the pain will go away." She was right. It was all the way in me along with Mistress Nikki's. My prostate was so stimulated, i couldn't control myself. My entire body began to spasm and i began to moan uncontrollably. Mistress Mary began stroking in and out as i continued thrashing about. For the second time that evening, i was approaching climax and a second time i was denied when She pulled out. i wanted to cum so badly. i started rocking back and forth on Mistress Nikki's dick, but it was no use. My legs were too sore.

"What's the matter Beth? Do you want to cum?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Then ask me."

"Please Mistress, may i cum?"

"You may."

"But i can't. my legs are too sore"

"Maybe you should ask Jason to help."

"Jason, would You please help me cum? Would You please come fuck my ass too?"

What the hell was happening?! i had never been with a Man before tonight and already she had me begging for a real cock so i could cum. What had She done to me? i was now a legitimate cock fiend. i wanted cock. A real cock. From a real Man.

He dripped some more lube down my slit and worked it around before pressing the tip of his dick against my pussy. Yes, it was now my pussy. That's what real Men put their dicks in and i wanted it. He continued pushing until all His meat was fully inside me. i let out a high pitched moan as He grunted. In and out He pumped His meat as did Mistress Nikki. My pussy was being stretched beyond belief but i didn't care. Being taken by the Mistress who i loved at the same time as a real Man was incredible and was exceeded my the pleasure of what i felt from my prostate. Harder and harder all the way inside me. i didn't care about the pain of being stretched by two thick cocks. i didn't care about the pain from each of His thrusts bottoming out inside me. i didn't care about the pain of His hips impacting my still sore ass cheeks. All i cared about was how amazing it felt being taken and used.

"How is it sissy girl?" questioned Mistress Nikki.

"i love it, Mistress Nikki."

"What do you love?"

"The cocks, Mistress. i love cock."

"Yeah you do. You love cock. You're nothing more than a dirty cock whore. What do you want?"

"Cock, Mistress! i want cock! More cock!"

With that, Mistress Mary shoved Her cock in my mouth. i felt like a literal fuck toy. One cock in my mouth and two in my ass. Jason began pumping me harder and His breathing became more rapid. He was getting ready to cum...and so was i. His thrusts continued but went even deeper. Mistress Mary pulled my hair and violently fucked my face. Her cock entering me so far it caused my entire body to wince with each pump. One final deep stroke in my mouth caused even my pussy to tighten up giving just the right stimulation to Jason to climax inside me. He grunted and groaned as He shot His seed inside my pussy. His body spasmed as He shoved Himself into me one last time and pushed me over the edge. i shook and moaned just as a Woman does during orgasm. Each twitch of my body resulted in a change in stimulation of my prostate and caused another shiver throughout my body. Despite seeing everything in black for the entire evening, everything had momentarily turned bright white. It felt as though the orgasm would never end. It finally did, however, and i was somewhat glad. i didn't know whether or not i could bear anymore.

Jason pulled out of me and i was able to clench my pussy enough to keep his cum from dripping out. Ever so slowly, i lifted myself off Mistress Nikki's cock and was still able to keep Jason's load inside my. i lay there completely motionless on the floor. My kind Mistress allowed me to enjoy the blissful state before removing the contact lenses from my eyes. i must have dozed off as Mistress Mary and Jason had already departed.

Mistress Nikki then slid my butt plug back into me and said "you'll be a better sissy for absorbing his seed into you overnight."

Helping me to my feet, Mistress Nikki asked "How are you now, sissy princess?"

"Wonderful, Mistress. Thank You for everything You did for me."

"For the most part, you did well. That stinging on your ass well remind you of where you went wrong. I'm sure it will still be tender next time so you won't make the same mistakes again."

"Thank You Mistress. i won't."

"There's just one thing left." She lifted the front of my skirt and removed the condom from my chastity tube. "Open wide you nasty little whore."

i tilted my head back and opened my mouth.

"Beg me for it."

"Please Mistress, will You feed me my cum. Your filthy cock whore needs to be filled with more cum"

"Yeah she does and she's going to be getting a lot more in the weeks to come." She held the condom over my mouth and squeezed out a load of cum into my mouth that would rival most adult film stars. "It's amazing how a month in chastity followed by a hot night of intense fucking can produce so much cum. Don't you dare swallow it until I say so. Keep it in your mouth. Now, let's get ready for bed."

We went to the bedroom where i undressed and put my clothes in the hamper. i picked out the dark blue string bikini panties to wear with my matching satin nightie. i put them on and went into the bathroom to take off my makeup. Completing the task, i made my way to the bed and laid down, exhausted. As i laid on my side, i reflected on the evening and realized just how grateful I was for my Mistress. Just then, she joined me in the bed, cuddling up behind me. She wrapped Her arm over me and cupped my breast with Her hand. "You may swallow it now."

Following Her order, i swallowed my cum. Its taste would surely still be in my mouth in the morning.

As we drifted off to sleep, She gently whispered, "Good girl."

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Lion's birthday is right next to Smokes'! I didn't know that but I thought it would be cool if i connected the somehow so this piece takes place directly after the last one! So here is the previous part, Smokes Birthday part.

POV of Lion, featuring Zachandriel, Smokes, and Ethereal.

in other news, Ethereal is massively gay

The temperature in the lobby was scorching, causing the man to hook a finger into his fur-lined cloak and pull the slowly dampening thick hide away from his neck. He wasn't sure what he had just walked into and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. A large, monster-bone, circular-cut table was in the off-set middle of the circular pale room. The roof was high, a kind of doming structure, and various mismatched furniture was thrown around the large room. He was under the impression that a lot of this stuff was from previous Deepscorchers, ones who weren't around anymore, and that the same would likely happen to the current group's belongings when they too, eventually, were swallowed by the dangers of the elemental depths.

Ugh, Lightbinder's bloody sword he felt like he was overheating and he had just got here. Lion continued to pull the fur away from his slickening skin, looking at the Deepscorcher he had been working with a questioning look. Zachandriel, the Wind domain Deepscorcher who was an oxygenating metal gensai, blinked pale arcane eyes at him before stepping further into the familiar Headquarters.

"Is something the matter, Deepscorcher Smokes?" the metal gensai asked, voice flat like he was of Earth instead of Wind. Lion had been told that Zachandriel had once been Quem's apprentice, intended to take over as the Earth Deepscorcher when she disappeared, but was called elsewhere. Apparently, the seafoam-colored man's moodiness could be attributed to two sets of elemental forces working on him at once.

"No, why would there be?" the lightning gensai responded shortly, yeah, that was probably why the lobby felt like standing too close to an open bonfire.

"You are burning mercenary Lion out, I am afraid." A strange mix of suddenly playful energy and overly stuffy, polite, mannerisms. Lion liked Zachandriel, but the quick changes the taller man had could cause him frustration in longer expeditions. He also liked Smokes, to a certain extent, he was fun when he was in a good mood. The fire domain Deepscocher stretched over the back of his chair to look at Lion upside down with twisting, stormy, arcane eyes.

"Huh, the Gods have a sense of humor." Smokes commented, causing the imperial to raise an eyebrow at him and cross his arms as he further entered the burning room. Shimmering heat waves were rolling off the impatient gensai, Lion already felt disgusting with sticky sweat.

"Sorry?" he offered the gensai in his usual accent, continuing to give the man a questioning look. Smokes was about his height, very slightly shorter, and Zachandriel was... a good several inches taller than both. The metal gensai blinked cool eyes at his counterpart before breezing over to look at the counter.

"Is Deepscorcher Bluemoon here?" the seafoam man asked, which for some reason made Smokes cross his arms over his chest.

"You can tell or are you looking for him?"

"He often forgets to take his gloves with him when he does alchemy."

"I'll take them to him later, he just got in a spat with Ethereal." Lion frowned at the mention, Bluemoon was the Deepscorcher he worked with the most frequently. Frankly, if not for the Water dragon he wouldn't have agreed to becoming a long-term Mercenary for the group. Might not have even agreed the first time. Ethereal, on the other hand, was a strict, stern, tiefling with an attitude that he had worked with only once. He was pretty sure the both of them were on the same page as far as their thoughts on working together again.

"Again?" Zachandriel responded, frown on his features as he picked up the dirty gloves from the counter and turned to walk back over to the table.

"Ethereal is just... I don't know what's going on with him. Every little thing sets him off lately."

"Lately?" Lion muttered to himself, deep voice quiet but not soft enough for the elementals not to hear him. Smokes gave him a sharp look but said nothing on it.

"Ay'll take his gloves back to him, Ay'm not doing anything else." the imperial held out his hand to Zachandriel who blinked arcane eyes at him for a long moment before nodding and placing the cool fabric into his hand.

"Be careful, Blade Lion, Deepscochers can be dangerous when crossed." the taller man warned, to which Lion just nodded absentmindedly. Turning away from the familiar pair, the imperial left the overheated lobby with a lazy wave. The rooms in the Deepscorcher HQ were on the smaller size, and reminded him of a massive hermit crab shell. The main room, the lobby, a massive circle thing with the hall that all of the rooms were off of wrapped around the outside of it. Bluemoon's he knew, mostly from counting doors, he didn't know most of the other Deepscorcher's rooms.

"Oh, it's you." a dissatisfied voice, dark and biting. Could only be Ethereal. Lion looked away from the outer walls to glance over the gold armored tiefling. If Zachandriel was tall this man was a giant, it always was surprising when he ran into a tiefling and remembered that most subspecies of that group were naturally taller than humans were. Right now, though, the opalescent man was less imposing, seated on a velvetine piano-bench, blue, with a bolt cutter in his real hand and a puddle of oil leaking from his fake leg onto the pale floor.

"What are you doing back here, I don't recall giving outsiders permission to wander without an escort." Ethereal's voice was a warning, threatening like a rattlesnake. Lion held up the hands, submissively, to the touchy tiefling.

"Blue forgot his gloves on the counter, and Smokes turned the lobby into an oven, so Ay' volunteered to return them." the jade-colored man scoffed and rolled his eyes, muttering an 'of course' under his breath in distaste. The silence stretched for several long moments, the tiefling pointedly ignoring his continued presence.

Lion watched the gold-armored man attempt to cut away the damaged fibers of his golden leg, but his hands were shaking... no maybe that wasn't the right word. Shuddering.

"Do you want some help?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the Deepscorcher as he eyed the ugly tear in the otherwise beautiful work of pistons and wires. He could feel sharp light eyes glaring at him for his words, though.

"I don't need help from the likes of you." Ethereal snarled, causing the sellsword to shrug.

"Ay' know that you don't need help, Ay' asked if you wanted 'et." he returned back to the short-tempered man, lifting his own pale yellow eyes to meet those of the man he was addressing. A long beat of silence before Ethereal threw his tool on the ground in frustration, crossing his arms over his chest like an aggravated noble who had been scolded... or a child.

"Fine, sure." his voice sounded equally as indignant as he looked, Lion just rolled his eyes before taking a few steps closer to the tall tiefling and sitting down on the ground to better examine the hole.

"Why don't you just remove the leg so you can work on 'et better?" Lion asked, looking up at the lightning Deepscorcher who scowled at him.

"You don't think I thought of that?" he snapped.

"Show me." the merc responded evenly, picking up the wrench on the bench and holding it up to the tiefling. The jade-colored man's scowl only deepened, but he snatched the tool away from Lion sharply. The imperial watched intently as Ethereal pulled the black cloth at his waist away from the edge of his golden-leg. It was sheer luck that such a fabric didn't get caught up in the open mechanics. Taking a breath, the tiefling took a fumbling moment to attach the wrench to one of the bolts at his thigh, and twisted... it seemed that the fact that he was also dealing with a fake arm was giving him some flexibility issues. Not the right angle so the wrench just scratched the golden plating, or slipped off the bolt.

"See? Can't remove it." Ethereal said pointedly, seething aggravation in his voice. Sounded like he was clenching his teeth, even.

"Let me try 'et." Lion offered to take the wrench back from the Deepscocher, who frowned down at him.

"What makes you think you can do what I can not?"

"Better angle, doesn' hurt to try."

"Actually, I rather you didn't strip the bolt."

"I'll be gentle wi'h it, not looking to break your leg." a staredown that lasted several moments before Ethereal relented with a growl and dropped the cold metal into Lion's hand. The armored imperial placed his callused hand on the outside of the cold golden metal, to hold it in place, before he reset the wrench onto the bolt and twisted. Oh, shit, that thing was on there... Lion grimaced as he shoved all of his weight into the wrench. Which worked, the bolt twisting looser, the rest should be easy in comparison. A few quiet moments, the only sound of metal, before Lion twisted the bolt the rest of the way out with his hands. Victory. Hah, maybe the Deepscorchers weren't so all that after all.

Of course, there were several other bolts he had to remove if he wanted the leg to come away from the metal hip joint. Neither of them made comment as Lion quickly shifted further to the side and removed the bolts from the outer-side of Ethereal's leg. The merc scrunched down to try to figure out how to remove the ones on the back, currently facing the ground, when the tiefling lifted his golden leg and slid the toe of the metal foot over Lion's shoulder to drap across his off-arm. Offering a better angle to undo the bolts without being asked, strangely helpful for someone so prickly, but also strangely intimate in posture. Lion was suddenly very glad that most of the Deepscorchers spent their time in their own domain, he would never live it down if someone saw him like this. This angle also allowed him to easily remove the bolts from the inner side of the man's leg.

The last bolt dropped with a small clink into his hand, the merc ducking under the golden metal and putting the wrench back onto the velvet bench.

"Alright, Ay' think that's it." he said to the tiefling, quickly dropping the golden bolts into the man's hand when an expectant palm was held out to him. "Anythin' else you need help with, or-?"

"No, I can do the rest." Ethereal said dismissively, before a hand was placed on Lion's mantled shoulder causing him to look up at the taller being in question.

"Thank you, Lion." huh, he hadn't expected that.

"'eah, no worries." the mercenary responded, watching the tiefling gather up the tools he had on the bench and slowly get to his feet. Already, Lion could see the way that the hip joint had shifted due to how loosely on the leg was. Ethereal didn't seem worried about it.

"Maybe Bluemoon was right." the deepscorcher said, seemingly mostly to himself in reference to something that Lion didn't know about. He just raised an eyebrow, not bothering to further question the man as he left Lion to his own devices. He had very few interactions with the Commanding man but this was probably be the most agreeable one they would ever have. Lion shook his head, picking back up Bluemoon's gloves and returning to the top of the hallway to... count doors again so he could return them to the watery imperial. He already felt exhausted, his short time with Ethereal hadn't helped, but at least the most familiar of the Deepscorchers was a lowkey kind of guy.

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