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୨ ♡ ୧ WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE THEY? ઉ PAC

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୨୧ PILE ONE

who is this person, deep down? two of cups ✧ the hermit ✧ judgement

This is someone who values meaningful, deep, soulful relationships. They do not crave the buzz of parties or endless chatting with strangers. They don't like small talk. Others may describe this person as an old soul, someone introspective and wise. Their friends turn to them for honest and sensible advice; they may be an older sibling, or someone who's seen as a role model in some type of way.

Unfortunately, this wisdom came at a cost. They have endured a thousand inner deaths in life. This person had to start over many, many times, but they always got back up. As strong as they are also loyal, they're mature and still believe in the magic of being surrounded by good people. Strong Virgo and Scorpio energy, given the cards you got.

It's likely they came from poverty or are enduring a financial loss at this moment in time. Since this person is hardworking and independent, I don't think you have anything to worry about - sadly or not, they're more than used to the weight of their shoulders.

Although they're not expressive with their emotions or thoughts, you can count on this person to be sincere. They seem heavily protected by something greater, something bigger. For most of you, this person is spiritual, but not religious. They're very private and you may have a hard time understanding them or figuring them out.

channeled words & songs: black and white, heavy as led, test of time, a drop of water, night of the soul, life path 7, seek solitude, "i'm always okay", read my mind by the killers, runaway horses, small towns.

quotes that remind me of this person

Tell me, Atlas. What is heavier: The world or its people's hearts? — Darshana Suresh.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. — Friedrich Nietzsche.

Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me. — Sigmund Freud.

୨୧ PILE TWO

who is this person, deep down? five of swords ✧ the world ✧ the moon

Accomplished, but lonely. It's how this person feels as I shuffled. They have seen and known so much, but it came at the cost of their morals. This person holds many secrets - even from themselves. Nothing dark, but they do regret their ways at times. With how competitive and aggressive they can be, it's difficult for them to hold onto anything but their success.

They may be famous or well-known in some way. Renowned. A lawyer, a judge. Someone with a fair share of experience and authority in a certain field. But my God, how their words can hurt. Have you ever heard that the pen is mightier than the sword? Yeah, that's this person.

Even when they bask in the glory of being so accomplished, no one really knows this person. Not even themselves, as I said. They're scared of vulnerability, emotions and intimacy. They're scared of the things the Moon tries to show them: their deepest fears, the nightmares and past traumas they've tried to bury deep down.

Interestingly, despite the cards, I get heavy Aries energy. This person may be an Aries Moon, quite a complex placement to have. They're good at being logical and practical, good at the doing, at the speaking, but they don't have the time for people, for emotions... for friendship or family. Given their history, it's likely they shut themselves off from connections out of fear.

I don't think they're happy. They look happy, they look so beautiful, so otherworldly, but inside of them there's this urge for something else. Something more meaningful.

channeled words & songs: ambitchous, aries, sagittarius, "i want it i got it", "let my money talk", chest pains, life path 8 or 9, neon pink, overprotective, oh no! by marina, terrible love by the national, bank account.

quotes that remind me of this person

I live to succeed, not to please you or anyone else. — Marilyn Monroe.

My worst fear - that's anyone's worst fear - is to lose myself and become an empty person. And that happens a lot when you're very ambitious. — Marina Diamandis.

୨୧ PILE THREE

who is this person, deep down? two of pentacles ✧ the sun ✧ four of pentacles

What an interesting contradiction, it seems. The person on your mind is generous, extroverted and.. quite the busy bee. Their outer persona remind me of J-Hope from BTS, very caring and extroverted - someone who's got an infectious laugh, but despite his bubbly appearance, he's actually very caring and protective.

Although they may seen foolish, this person is anything but. They're quite careful and at times, intense. However, I don't think many people get to see this more serious and protective side of them. They seem guarded for the right reasons, because they know their heart is quite precious and too much of a good thing to be given away so easily.

It's possible they come off as brain-scattered or high maintenance to you, but they're genuine and one of their main purposes in life - whether they know it or not - is to bring joy to others. They're so good at it. It's not a party without this person, with or without alcohol, they know how to lighten up the mood and are an amazing team player.

It feels cheeky too. I think they like the dad jokes, the lighthearted atmosphere, but they know when to be serious. If I am to be honest, this person is an amazing partner (in case you're asking about a romantic interest) and an even more amazing friend. Someone who'll cheer you up and stick by your side through thick and thin. A very dear friend.

channeled words & songs: heart-shaped, light up a joint, weed, recreational drugs, easy breezy, life of the party by shawn mendes, 9 to 5, bisexual, lgbt+, rainbow, friend-shaped, dogs, cats, energetic, rap.

quotes that remind me of this person

The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.— Bob Marley.

You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. — Robin Williams.

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always. — Unknown.

୨୧ PILE FOUR

who is this person, deep down? ace of cups ✧ ten of swords ✧ seven of cups ✧ the lovers

I feel like whoever you're asking about is in a brand new mode. They seem to be someone who was previously overburdened by their past. This person is in a major transformative phase, both physically and internally. They have endured so much, it's heartbreaking just thinking about it. I don't think they're very open about it though, at least, they weren't before.

Honestly, this person may have suffered from addiction, major losses or betrayal. They're getting back up after a period of darkness. Spirit's referencing their current phase more so than they actually are, because I believe they haven't yet fully come to really be who they are. They're shedding the person they had become, in order to be who they were meant to be.

They seek a new beginning, new friendships, good, better choices. It seems this path they're on has just begun, so they're a bit.. amazed at the options being offered. Still, this person wants to choose well for themselves and the people they love. They've regained a great love for the world. I feel filled with wonder, with enthusiasm for what's to come. Like anything and everything is possible.

Although they may seem immature, they've seen a lot. They've had to fight to survive through their worst and now, they're learning to let joy and love in. They've come to realize their power, the magic in who they are and learning to accept that this too shall pass. However, this person feels peaceful yet determined, broken yet healing, quite balanced in their aspects. A thinker and a feeler.

channeled words & songs: ego, healing, therapy, six of cups, innocence, yet to come by bts, mbti types, dancing in the dark by bruce springsteen, "a do-over", "maybe", shufflemancy, spiritual, 777, 333, psychedelics, hippie, hologram, offline, nature.

quotes that remind me of this person

I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps. — John Green.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. — Steve Jobs.

I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, you won’t be able to see beyond it. — Warsan Shire.

୨୧ PILE FIVE

who is this person, deep down? two of wands ✧ six of wands ✧ page of cups

A courageous, successful individual. This person has a lot of wanderlust. They are in love with life, in love with themselves, in love with the world. They like to be on the move, to party and be around other people they also admire.

However, they have an impulsive, non-committal side to them that is expressed mainly in the way they approach relationships, especially romantic wise. They have a fear of settling, so they're always on the go, on the search for the next best thing in every way. They may move a lot or have a different crush everyday. Although it isn't inherently bad, I think this person may come off as hard to pin down.

In reality, they're enthusiastic and ready to take on the world. They like the spotlight, they have big dreams too. It gives me Leo energy, in the way they love to be praised, to be adored. Depending on who you're asking, this may be polyamorous or they just enjoy being single and free. Many people describe this person as free-spirited and bold.

At times, their words and behaviors get the best of them. They're not good at keeping secrets and may have quite a temper when angered. They mean well, but there's a diva-like side to this person that can be egocentric or immature, since they've got a bit of a one track mind when it comes to their dreams. They're also very beautiful and they know it. It's also quite the ego boost to be around them - they love to give out compliments and flirt.

channeled words & songs: bisexual, "himbo", bucketlist, pinterest, clean girl era, "i want everything", poetry, interlude: shadow by bts, parallel universe, edm, party girl, wild, erratic, center of attention, instagram, social media influencer, blogger, barbie movie, hungry heart by bruce springsteen, rumors by ross lynch (this song started playing after i finished the section above! very relevant).

quotes that remind me of this person

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. — Sylvia Plath.

I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles. — Audrey Hepburn.

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jasonsmirrorball · 7 months

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OCTOBER 7: YOU FLOWER, YOU FEAST JASON TODD (5.1K)

kinktober prompts: virginity + praise | kinktober masterlist

synopsis. you meet a beautiful stranger and every bit of sense you've accumulated over the years flies out the window. what's the worst that could happen?

cw: f!reader, smut, gentle mdom, praise, virginity loss, virgin!reader, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering f!receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex minors, blank and ageless blogs dni

technically a part 2 to for you i'd fall from grace (just to touch your face) but can be read as a standalone

The doors open with a quiet ding.

Now it is you on the other side watching him step out, and a beat passes. The world seems to hold its breath.

You take his hand.

It feels like your undoing and rebirth all in one.

Jason’s hotel room is…luxurious. That is the first thing you notice when he leads you in, opening the door with his free hand. He doesn’t let go of you for a moment, fishing the keycard out of his pocket smoothly as his mouth skims over yours. He presses you into the door for a moment, and then you hear two small beeps before you’re being walked backwards.

When he pulls away, he’s backlit by gold and your eyes trail over his shoulder to take in the spacious room you’ve been led into.

Rich, patterned carpet, detailed plaster carvings along the trim and a chandelier – your eyes widen when you spot the bed. Jason huffs out a laugh, breath tickling your ear as you take in the wrinkled sheets, untouched from when you’d interrupted his night to coax him out with you, a cloud of what you’re sure is a thousand thread count bedsheets. It’s fit to house a king.

There’s a mouth against your shoulder, and you look back up to your companion. Jason glitters before you, sparks from the chandelier glass winking at the corners of your vision, robing him in reds, blues and purples. Your heart flutters as he grows closer.

“Hi, pretty thing,” he whispers, pressing his mouth to yours. “You okay?”

His hands are warm against your sides, and you nod into the kiss, a hum caught in his mouth. But your lips tremble against his, and you’ve begun to shake a little in his arms. You mourn the loss when he breaks the kiss, teal eyes narrowing on you.

A hand comes up to cradle your face, a dry warmth that bleeds into you, and your eyes flutter as it tilts your head.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

But how do you tell him that you are? You’re more sure of this than anything in your life. Every cell in your body, every nerve and vein and beat of your heart all thrum with the same thought, the same desire – this, him. You want him so badly, there’s an ache between your legs and when you shift your weight you can feel the dampness of your underwear, sticky with need.

How do you tell him?

That even in your desire, even in your certainty that you won’t be leaving this room unchanged, there is fear.

You think of girlhood, of closed bedroom windows and lonely nights, of eyeing valentines enviously. You think of bare knees and secret touches beneath bed covers, substituting your fingers for another’s, faceless hands skimming your innermost parts–

You blink at Jason. Jason, who is solid, and real. Who has already unknowingly stolen a first, on his way to take another. Teal smudges in your vision, and you press closer, seeking comfort from the bigger man.

“No one has ever..” you try to say, but your voice wavers, and heat crawls up your neck to settle in your face. A thumb skims across the nape of your neck, and you shiver.

“Will you look at me?”

You linger in the safety of his embrace for a moment longer, before you do as he says, tipping your head to gaze at him. He smiles, pleased, and the sight of it sends a rush of blood to your head.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, rewarding you with a squeeze to your side. “You were saying something. Tell me.”

You blink. Surely he wasn’t going to make you say it? Hadn’t he heard enough? You’d only known him so long, but Jason seemed intelligent enough to connect the dots. But he only stares patiently at you, waiting.

“I..” you lick your lips, throat suddenly dry. “I’ve never done this before.”

The look in his eyes confirms your suspicions – he had only wanted to hear you say it. It’s no less gentle, but his touch tightens around you a little, and you swallow as his pupils, already blown wide, seem to darken even more.

“Done what, baby?” he rasps out, lowering his head to nose at the column of your throat. “Let a stranger take you back to his room?”

You squirm in his arms, hands coming up to clutch the fabric of his shirt, fistfuls of cotton wrinkling under your touch.

“Mmh..no..I mean..yes..but–”

“But what?” he mumbles into your jaw.

“I’ve never – with anyone,” you stutter out, squeezing his shoulders, tucking your face into his collar.

He withdraws then, eyes glossy. “No one?” he asks, voice steady save for the hitch in his breath when you shake your head.

“Is–is that okay?” you ask and his eyes slip shut for a second, forehead falling forward to press against yours. The both of you stand in the living area of his obscenely large hotel room, but all you see is aqua eyes, curtained by thick lashes, staring into yours.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes out a laugh, thumb sliding a path back up to your cheek. “Is that okay with you? I don’t expect anything, we can hang out a little longer, or I can walk you back down to your room–”

“No!” you protest, and his eyes widen. You scrunch your eyes closed, lowering your voice. “No, I…I do want to – y’know.”

He laughs, and you feel the press of his mouth against your cheek, there and gone just as quickly. It’s chaste, and sweet.

“Yeah?” he asks, amused. “You want to…y’know?”

You frown at him, nerves steadily melting away as he grins at you. You’ve known him less than a week but this familiarity feels age old. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“Aw,” he snickers, smoothing your pout away with a kiss. “‘M sorry. You’re just cute. I can’t help it.”

You have to squirm away when his fingers pinch your sides teasingly, laughing too loudly for the hour it currently is. He doesn’t seem to care that you might be disturbing the other guests – but you suppose for what he must’ve paid for this room, any sound is unlikely to bleed through the walls. “Stop! Stop!”

He grins at you, ceasing his attack. Eyes softening, he tilts his head, gesturing to the living space you’d overlooked. A chaise longue and expensive looking sofa are arranged neatly, flowers blooming in a vase on the coffee table. You spy a book resting beside it, neatly bookmarked with a slip of paper you recognise to be hotel stationery, the filigree border sticking out from between the pages giving it away.

“C’mere, sweetheart. I wanna kiss you a bit more.”

You kick your heels off, the sparkly shoes you’d spent more money on than you ought to have landing sideways beside his. Your feet sink into the plush carpet below as you pad over to the couch, falling into Jason’s lap with a delighted giggle when he pulls you close. Knees bracketing his hips, your skirt slides up dangerously, but you’re more focused on the slide of his mouth against yours.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Jason breathes into your mouth, and your eyes droop, smiling against him. Big hands settle against the small of your back, and Jason swallows the surprised noise you make when you feel him under you, thick, and hard. “Got me so fuckin’ hard for you, sweetheart. Can you feel that?”

You rock your hips shyly, squirming on his lap, letting out a breath when you feel him bump against your covered clit, pleasure pooling low in your gut.

“Mmh..there you go,” Jason whispers, guiding you along his lap. You whine into his mouth, eyes shutting at the slide of his tongue against yours. It’s slow, and a little messy, the way he kisses you, spit slicked lips sliding against yours, hands rocking you back and forth.

You have no idea what the time is, your phone lying abandoned in the depths of your purse, forgotten in the entryway next to your shoes. Orange light burns through the back of your eyelids, and fatigue renders your limbs heavy against Jason – it’s been a long day and an even longer night, but you aren’t quite ready to give it up yet, too drunk on this new experience to call an end to it.

An open window nearby lets in a stream of air, cool against your flushed skin and some way down the road, a car beeps on the motorway. Jason, beneath you, rolls his hips up into your aching centre and you mewl. He laughs as you break away, panting, lips shiny with spit. You go dizzy at the sight.

“So fuckin’ noisy,” he laughs, leaning back against the couch. He looks sinful, head tipped back to expose his throat, thick thighs spread and hands on your hips. Like he’s at your mercy. Power ripples beneath your fingertips as you touch his neck, skimming over his Adam's apple. Almost as if in a trance, you lower your head to bite at the skin, tongue laving at the mark and relishing in the groan he lets out.

“You sure-” he gasps when you do it once more. “Y’sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Mhm,” you hum, sucking a mark below his ear. You pull away, breath hitching at the sight of the bruise blooming there. His eyes are already on you when you meet his gaze, half-lidded and hungry.

“‘M so fucking lucky, aren’t I?” he rasps, resting a hand on the back of your neck and bringing you down to him. “Nobody else gets you like this, do they.”

You shake your head in affirmation and he grins, a little pleased. And then, his gaze is drifting down to the neck of your dress.

It’s a pretty thing, the both of you know it, daringly lowcut – more than you would have ever braved to wear back home. But here, you are something else entirely, a flower in bloom. There is no one to tell you no, to heed caution. No nosy eyes – the only gazes on you now are heavy with something else. You see the same heaviness in Jason’s eyes as he drinks in the red swathing your figure.

You’d seen it in the store and known – this was it. This would be the one. Every stitch and fold of it had been made in your image, you’d known it from the moment you laid your eyes on it, only confirmed by the reflection in the dressing room mirror.

“Baby,” Jason says suddenly, voice sounding shot, eyes turning pleading and hands trailing back down to fist at your dress. “Can I take this off?”

You find yourself nodding fervently, so eager that any pretense of playing coy slips right out of your head as you lean up and forward, closing your eyes as his fingers pull the zip at your side and pull the material up your figure. It’s unbearably slow, and the drag of the fabric up your skin leaves goosebumps in its trail, your heart hammering in your chest as inch by inch, you are bared to his eyes. When the skirt gathers at your waist, only just covering your panties, Jason groans, eyes tracing your thighs hungrily. He pauses a moment, and you tremble atop him. It’s only a moment – he resumes his path.

Everything is still, and quiet around the both of you. Only your shared breathing, heavy – and, you imagine, wrapping around the other, invisible. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, and you curl your fingers into fists where they rest on your thighs.

“Up, baby,” Jason murmurs, and you raise your arms, shuddering as the dress is lifted totally. It hits the ground behind you with a quiet flutter, and you’re left atop Jason’s lap in only the pretty panties you’d slipped on before dinner.

Before dinner, when you’d flounced around your hotel room, running back and forth across the wardrobe and your suitcase and your vanity, silk robe slipping down your shoulders, giggling with your best friend. You’d slipped on the scrap of material after your shower, shrieking when she’d voiced the thought you’d quietly entertained – who exactly are you putting those on for?

Their intended subject breathes out a sigh when his eyes land on them, a groan caught in his throat. The hardness pressed against your thigh is an attestation to just how much he likes it.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” Jason tips forward to press his forehead to your shoulder, and your breath hitches when the movement causes his nose to brush against your bare skin, lips so close to your breast you can feel his breath. “Been wanting to do that from the moment you showed up at my door.”

“Yeah?” you breathe out shyly, face warming. His resounding “Mhm.” vibrates against your shoulder.

“Y’showed up looking like sin, princess,” he mumbles, a sloppy kiss pressed to your skin. And then another, and another. He moves slowly, with precision, and you’re burning for him. “Thought about just locking the door and ripping that damn dress off you – ‘m surprised you didn’t notice how hard I got.”

Your eyes flicker down but his broad shoulders obscure your view, curling over you, leaving wet kisses over every bit of skin he can reach.

“Mmh, baby y’gotta talk to me,” Jason sighs, pulling away and you almost keen at the loss, chasing after him when he sinks back into the couch cushions, hands steadying you as you tip forward. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” you whisper, nose to nose.

Up close, he is even more beautiful, golden and freckled from the summer sun. His eyelashes are thick, fluttering with every blink. He watches you, and you are reminded of a big cat, lazy eyes fixed on its prey, slow, smouldering blinks as he stares at you.

“You want me to take care of you?” he breathes out, and you nod. He shakes his head. “Gotta hear you say it out loud, sweetheart. You can do that for me can’t you?”

His voice drops into a coo, encouraging in all the ways to make your head dizzy, every thought turning syrupy thick when he bumps his nose against yours, coaxing.

“Say it for me, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth, capturing your bottom lip between his. You feel the barest drag of his teeth and you whimper – he catches that too. “Aw, c’mon pretty. I’ve barely done anything, yet. There’ll be time for that later. Y’just gotta tell me.”

“Jason, I-” you gasp out, when he rocks his hips up into you. “Please? Please…”

“Please what?”

If they could only see you now. Shame and desire race through your veins, circling each other in a vicious stand-off. Will you give in? Will you see it through? You’ve come this far. Ruination is only a murmur away.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, and his eyes gleam.

Jason hauls you up from the couch in one swift movement that leaves you grappling for his shoulders, but his hold is firm – you’re in no danger of falling, unless he intends it. Mouth on yours, he crosses the living space and you enter the bedroom, the mammoth of a bed coming closer into view. You only register it in your periphery, much too preoccupied with the brush of Jason’s tongue against yours, yet another new, dizzying sensation that clouds your senses.

And then you’re falling back, landing amongst the sheets of his bed. Jason hovers above you – still clothed. You quirk a brow expectantly at him and he pauses. He follows your gaze, and snickers when he realises.

“I guess I’m being pretty unfair, huh,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. “I’ve got you all pretty and bare for me and I’m still dressed. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

Jason is, impossibly, even more attractive under his clothes. He shucks the jacket and top, and your throat dries at the sight of him, all soft muscle and broadness. Every inch of him has been carved with a careful hand, and you drag your gaze downwards as he tugs his sweats off, left in only a pair of black boxer briefs. Powerful thighs flex as he steps out of his clothing, and you have to bite back the urge to learn forward and press your mouth to him, to sink your teeth into the muscle of his chest.

“Hope that’s a good silence,” he remarks, kicking his sweats away and you snap your eyes back up to him, a nervous laugh bubbling from your lips.

“It is,” you assure. Bravely, you reach out to take his hand, and his eyes soften a little when you do. “You’re…no one should look like that.”

Pink dusts the top of his cheeks and he laughs. “I’m glad you think so.” He shakes his head then, and draws closer. “Tonight’s about you, though, princess. Can you lay back for me?”

“Like this?” you ask, unsure, settling yourself against his pillows, legs bent together. He smiles, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“Not quite,” he says, a warm hand coming to cup your calf. “This okay? If you wanna stop, just let me know. Pinch me, or something. Promise I’ll stop.”

You nod, and nod once more, and he drops a kiss to the inside of your knee as he maneuvers your legs so they’re spread, allowing him to draw closer. All that stands between his gaze and your most sensitive parts is a scrap of fabric, and you see his eyelids droop as he settles on his stomach, breath skimming your inner thigh.

“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?” he asks, tilting his head, expectant. His voice is gentle, coaxing, and you find yourself nodding, eager to please him. He smiles, and it’s like starlight, reddened mouth curving up to reveal pearly whites.

“Yeah,” he sighs, pleased. Fingers trail up your legs, pushing them further apart with a firmness that is equally as gentle. “Knew you would. My girl knows how to listen t’me. So sweet for me. ‘M gonna kiss you now, ‘kay, sweetheart?”

You’re tipping your chin and then your panties are being hooked to the side and there’s a mouth on you, warm, and wet, tongue curling against your clit in a movement that draws a gasp right out of you, squirming against the sheets, both chasing and drawing away from the unfamiliar sensation. Jason laughs at the sound, only pressing closer to you with an arm hooking across your hips to keep you still.

Your vision swims, and you press your head back into the pillows, the canopy above you blurring under every artful lash and lick of Jason’s tongue. Your hands fist the sheets when he closes his lips around your clit, sucking gently – desire burns in your gut and explodes behind your eyes with his movements, your hips lurching off the mattress only to meet the steel resistance of his arm.

“Jason,” you cry, only growing warmer when he snakes his free hand up your torso to pinch your nipple, squeezing your breasts as he works his mouth.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just-” he cuts himself off, spitting onto your folds – only adding to the mess you’re sure you’ve made. You shudder and he laughs against your skin. “Mmh, just like that, just like that…”

Your hand finds its way into his hair, fingers sinking into thick black locks and tugging before you can register the impulse. You draw away, a babbled apology on your tongue but he only catches your wrist as it raises and pushes it back with a husky laugh.

“Touch me all you want,” he says, kissing your thigh. “Want you to feel good, angel.”

“It does,” you pant, too caught up to find any embarrassment in the needy pitch of your voice, too eager to get his mouth back on you. He grins, knowingly, and raises his hand, reaching to press his fingers against your lips.

“Get my fingers wet f’me, baby,” he says.

It feels debauched, the way you let him part your lips and sink his fingers in your mouth, pressing heavy on your tongue. Drool collects, and you flick your tongue against his thick digits, sucking. His eyes shutter, and you find yourself pleased to have turned the tables, even if only momentarily. He retracts his fingers soon, and you follow the string of spit with your eyes, flinching when it snaps, smearing against your chin.

“That’s my girl,” he exhales. “‘M gonna stretch you out, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Okay,” you murmur, resting a hand across the arm on your hips. He pushes himself up onto his haunches, and then there’s a finger pressing at your entrance. It’s a foreign feeling – Jason’s fingers are much thicker than your own, and you tense up at the intrusion, but he notices.

“Take a breath for me,” he tells you firmly, other hand stroking your skin comfortingly. “It’ll be more uncomfortable if you’re tense like that. There you go, take another for me, good girl.”

He leans up to kiss you, and you clutch his shoulders tightly when his thumb circles your clit in gentle circles, finger steadily pressing into you. You breathe through it, feeling small under his frame, but grateful for the cover. Jason whispers praise into your skin as you take him slowly, and you tip your head back as slowly, your body adjusts to the stretch.

“So good for me,” he tells you, and your eyes burn, tears crowding your lashline at the rush of emotions – it’s so much, all at once. You can’t quite make sense of things anymore, entirely consumed by the feeling of him, over, around, inside.

And still, when he deems you properly prepped, you feel you’ve entered an entirely new ballpark when he slides your panties off and removes his underwear, cock springing up and slapping against his stomach.

It isn’t as though you’ve never seen one before. The internet, and sex ed classes had at least given you some idea about what to expect, but –

Jason is big. Even inexperienced, you know this. Your mouth dries the longer you stare at it, so thick you wonder how he’s going to fit it inside you – can he? Trepidation settles in your lower gut, but with it, something else. You sit up on shaky arms, and curiosity spurs you on to reach for him, tucking your legs beneath you as you shuffle closer.

He lets you touch him, teal eyes watching in silence as your hand brushes along his hip, dipping down to press against his thigh. Skirting around where you really want to touch. When he exhales above you, you look up to find him softly smiling, amusement in the curve of his mouth.

“I don’t bite,” he says softly, fingers coming to wrap around your wrist gently, guiding your touch to his cock. The both of you shudder when you make contact, wrapping around his length experimentally. The weight of him in your hands makes your heart thrum, and you don’t realise you’ve drawn closer until he’s pulling you away just as your lips hover over the head of him.

You look up questioningly, and he gives you a reassuring grin, caressing your cheek. “Later, sweetheart. I wanna make you feel good.”

“Promise?” you murmur and he nods, looping his pinky around yours.

And then you’re being pressed back down into the sheets, a mouth on yours and Jason’s tongue licking at the seam of your lips. And you know you ought to be a little more responsible, when he presses on your bare heat, precum smearing at your entrance, but there’s a rush in the thought of having him wholly – of letting go of responsibility for just one night.

You’ve been good all your life, you figure you’re allowed one moment of recklessness.

He’s prepped you well, but the first press of his head inside still makes you gasp, stomach tightening as he enters you. He swallows the sound in his mouth, humming assuringly against your lips.

“Mmh, you’re doin’ so good for me,” he mumbles, sloppily kissing your jaw, and you throw your arms around his neck, tucking your face into his shoulder. “Breathe, breathe, princess.”

Inch by inch, he pushes until you’ve taken the entire length of him, settling there for you to adjust. You can feel it in your throat, every bit of skin and heat making your blood simmer, your eyes rolling slightly at the stretch.

“You okay?”

Jason brushes a few fingers across the back of your neck, and the touch is grounding, drawing your attention back to him. You nod, and he lets out a little laugh.

“So sweet for me,” he mutters, dropping a kiss to your head. You exhale against his collar, returning it to the spot above his heart, lips smudging against his chest and leaving a streak of colour where your lipstick rubs off. You grin privately, repeating the motion. The hand at your hip squeezes affectionately, and he speaks again. “Gonna start moving now, okay?”

“Mhm.” It’s a needy sound – not the first one he’s pulled out of you tonight, and when he rolls his hips, thumb catching at your clit, you wager it won’t be the last.

You lose all ability to think within minutes. Jason is attentive, and every touch lights you on fire, leaves you feeling scraped raw, every nerve sensitive to him. Everything feels amplified as he thrusts, making ample of use of his mouth and fingers in time with his movements. You’re clutching him, clutching the sheets, legs shaking around his waist.

The hotel room is filled with the sounds of your pleasure, Jason drawing moan after moan, whimpers and desperate moans from your lips – absently, you wonder, is that you, making all that noise? It seems utterly discomposed, something too filthy for the otherwise pristine room you’re in. But Jason is uncaring and if anything, it only spurs him on, gripping you tighter.

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting at your shoulder and you whine, nails biting into the meat of his shoulder. “That’s it, princess, you sound so fucking pretty.”

Sweat gathers in the dip of your brow, lines your skin and his as his hips cant into yours. His head dips down to catch a nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing the your sensitive bud. You choke on a gasp, throwing your head back into the pillows. He grins, letting go with a wet pop.

“Jason.” you sob out and he coos.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he says, leaning down so you’re nose to nose. You gaze at him through half-lidded eyes, unable to keep them open. “‘M I making you feel good? This what you expected?”

“F-feels so good,” you cry, the tears that have been gathering finally slipping free, streaking down your face as he rocks into you. His teeth gleam in the low light, victory in the stretch of his lips – the light haloes around him and he looks divine, bronzed and eclipsing your entire body with his.

He thrusts faster, a little harder, and you clutch his arm suddenly, feeling the pleasure rising in to a crescendo in your stomach. His name falls off your lips, coloured in desperation and tears, and you buck your hips up in an effort to match his.

“You close, sweetheart?” he pants and you keen.

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, voice pitching as you draw him down into a messy kiss, a meeting of teeth and tongue that leaves you dizzy.

“Fuck, princess, that’s it,” he groans, a hand coming around your lower back to lift you closer. The other circles your clit faster, and you cry out. “That’s it, come for me. Just let go for me, I know you can do it. You’re such a good girl, been so good for me, you deserve to come, don’t you? C’mon sweetheart, just like that.”

You break with a squeal, coming apart around his cock. It’s intense, the wave that crashes over you and swims through your body, reaching every nerve ending and muscle. And he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it with steady thrusts that don’t relent. You’re pushing at his stomach, fingers desperately clawing at him. It’s dizzying, and you clench down harder, drawing a groan from him.

“Shit, baby,” he gasps, forehead dropping to yours. “Sweetest fucking pussy, ‘m so fucking close.”

You can only tilt your head up to capture his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip. He pulls away swearing, sweat lining his brow.

“Gonna come,” he chokes out, forehead creasing as his eyes squeeze shut. You squeeze down around him once again, and he moans.

“Come for me,” you breathe out, and he shakes his head, looking pained. His lips turn down into a pout, and though you’ve little energy in your body, you want nothing more than to sink your teeth into it. You fear that by doing this, he’s woken something in you now – there is no coming back from the monster he’s made of you, the insatiable hunger he’s called on.

“Don’t say that, baby,” he barely manages to grit out. “I can’t, I-”

He pulls himself out suddenly, fisting his cock over your body. You realise just how close he was when in a few quick strokes, he comes over your stomach, shooting onto your skin with a strangled noise.

“Fuck!”

Silence falls over the room, save for your heavy breaths. You sink back into the pillows, spent and Jason lowers himself beside you, reaching out to pull you close. You tuck yourself into his side, and the muffled sound of his heartbeat reaches you from beneath your cheek.

“How you feeling, sweetheart?” A hand settles on the dip of your back, thumb skimming across the expanse sweetly. “Talk t’me.”

“Good,” you slur out, eyes slipping closed. Your own pulse steadily throbs in your ears and you can feel the fatigue settling in your muscles, sapped of your strength. “So tired.”

“Yeah?” he questions, affection colouring his voice. You hum, nosing at him as though you could burrow closer.

“Rest a bit. I’ll get up in a moment, run you a bath,” he promises you, voice rough. “Gotta get you cleaned up.”

“You’ll come with?” you ask quietly, and he sighs, amused. He rubs your back.

“Yeah, princess, I’ll come with.”

With that, you close your eyes, letting the sounds of the city bleed in through the window. Jason’s heart beats steadily beneath you, fingers tracing up your bare spine, and you succumb to sleep.

everybody say thank you ro you're the best ro you wrote the best first proper smut fic ever ro. jk but this was so hard to get through i would like to thank miss lana del rey herself, my smut writing playlist and the guide to writing smut by @/mevima because they were my lifelines. and also my bestest friend in the world for reading over this for me despite not knowing a single thing about dc beyond the barest minimum she is my angel and guiding star everybody give her a round of applause.

i considered quitting kinktober so many times writing this you have no idea. tell your favourite smut authors you love them because genuinely...after kinktober i'm going back to fluff /lh. also please don't expect this length for every kinktober piece hahaha this fic is just it's own creation and would not let me write anything less than 5k. we'll be returning to our regular programming soon.

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shanastoryteller · 11 months

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happy birthday!! i would love to read something about zagreus!!!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Thanatos has seen the courtyard maintained by Queen Persephone, is well aware of the poms that liter the realm thanks to her influence, but this is something different.

"Than?" Zagreus asks nervously.

Even in Elysium the trees and fields are washed out, half there and half not, ethereal in the way of loss rather than beauty.

This is lush.

There are fields of strange fruits and vegetables growing, acres of rolling hills and forests, all of if glittering as brightly as the gemstones that litter the realm. There are people down there, working and planting, and others talking and laughing, buildings carved from stone and built from mudbricks and grown from twisting oaks.

They've stepped out onto a balcony, high enough to see for miles, and nowhere in the underworld is there this much space. It's all rooms and sections, constantly shifting, nothing allowed to just be be. Except here.

"Say something," Zagreus says, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "You're making me nervous."

"Where are we?" he asks. They're still in the underworld, but in none of the three levels or on the river, and that's all that should be, all that should exist. There is nothing else.

Zagreus swallows. "Um, well, it doesn't have a name exactly. Or it does, I guess. Everyone keeps calling it the Prince's Court, even though I think that's stupid."

The Prince's Court. He and Megaera had heard whispers of that. They thought it referred to Zagreus, and his growing power, and the people he kept close. Him, and Meg, and Dusa, except it turns out it had nothing to do with them at all.

"Have you lost your mind?" he demands, finally tearing his eyes away to glare at Zagreus. "Doing something like this in Hades's realm - he's going to kill you and make it stick-"

"This isn't my father's realm," he interrupts and Thanatos sputters. "No, I'm serious. Stop freaking out and focus."

"I'm not freaking out," he retorts but he grudgingly listens, if only so he can then continue yelling without interruption.

Hades's power is not limitless, as Zagreus has demonstrated so many times, but it is ever present, settling like a cloak over his domain and keeping it tightly within his grasp, not letting anything escape his attention or control.

Thanatos frowns then stretches his senses further.

It's only Zagreus.

The power he'd felt from his friend and brother and the person he loved most, something that he'd once had to press close and breathe in to feel and then later had ballooned to a comfortable presence that hung around Zagreus's shoulders.

They're standing so close now that he hadn't even thought it was strange that his power was all around them. But it's not because of that. It's because in this place, of open spaces and flourishing fruits and smiling people, it's Zagreus who holds it steady.

Not Hades.

"Why would you do this," he whispers, "why wouldn't you just challenge him for the throne if that's what you wanted?"

This is so much worse. An inevitable civil war, father against son, in a way so much bigger than their fights on the surface.

He makes a face. "Why would I want that? The underworld is depressing. And dealing with all those spirits is a lot of work. This is better. Besides, then I'd just inherit his curse, and then I'd have to work my way around it all over again. No thanks."

"What are you talking about?" he demands. "You're cursed too."

Zagreus grins, bright and happy and Thanatos can't return it because this is insane and he's insane and it's all going to end in misery. "Race you to the mountaintop."

Before Thanatos can say how ridiculous that is, a chaos rift appears behind Zagreus and he steps back and slips inside it, the rift closing before Thanatos can follow him.

Chaos is involved in this too? His grandparent, who has never take an interest in the affairs of the underworld and who has enough power to tip the scales in any direction they choose.

This just gets worse and worse.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #screamingmadvoid #hades game

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wren-dy-flowergarden · 9 months

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𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴For a whole world defined by the idea of fairytales, you did not feel as if you were living one. But Cinderella got her Prince Charming eventually! Maybe you end up with your own fairytale ending once you finish your hellish shift.

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: Sorry! A repost that only 12 people have saw before (the special ones) and I thought more ppl need to see my boi Floyd. Thank you for filling my insecurity (ノ*°▽°*).✧.*✦ *.✧

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Word Count: 4.3k Floyd x gn!reader

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Tags: friends who want more, long shifts = loss of logic, fluff and deals, a little spicy at the end? hands, Hands, HANDS!

For a whole world defined by the ideas of fairytales, you did not feel as if you were living in one.

Life has been "hectic" to put it mildly. From being pushed into a carriage (which should be considered kidnapping logic blasted away between gaps in worlds), dealing with egotistical boys that turn into a monster of repressed issues, and on top of all that studying 24/7 to even catch up with the grade level is too much to handle.

Oh, and to keep up with Grim's insatiable appetite, meaning he ordered twenty plates of tuna behind her back at Lounge Monstro leading to said terror to complain that his "poor paws" can't soak or they become little wet stubs. Not only that the animal language test was coming up and you really needed all the help you could get. Therefore, you took up some extra shifts that were available at the Lounge.

The only shift being dishwater duty.

Plummeting her hands with washed-up food and soapy water felt disgusting.

It felt like a pre-prince charming Cinderella fairytale.

Scratch that, you felt like a poorer pre-prince charming Cinderella. At least Cinderella got a fire to sleep next to (though Grim acted as a nice heater if he didn't twist and turn so much at night.)

Dousing wrinkled fingers, with clean water from the spout you gave an audible groan as the busser just pushed at least twenty more dirty dishes to her. He gave a small sorry before dashing off again.

You eyed the mess of gravy, picked clean bones, and a mountain of stacked soda glasses about to tip over. A job is a job but this is ridiculous.

Starting with the plates first you grumbled, "Stupid Azul being cheap-" scrubbing harder against a stain, "scheduling only one dishwasher today." All of a sudden, oxygen left your lungs as something heavy collided into you.

"Koebi-chan! You're here today~" Floyd grinned as he put most of his weight onto your body.

Being "hugged" by Floyd felt more like being "mauled" by a bear. A strange, friendly, sharp tooth instead of nails type of bear but mauled either way.

"You're heavy", you grumble hunching over, chest almost touching the tip of the basin, "get off me!"

You are not supposed to poke the bear but in this case Floyd really didn't mind, "Hehe~. Koebi-chan is super fun when they’re red!"

Like his twin would say, 'There is no stopping Floyd from getting what he wants without measurable danger.'. The danger might be your neck being squeezed or maybe losing a finger to pointy teeth but really what could be worse than your kidnapping from another world situation? Not much.

Yuu steadies her hands against the sink as eyes glaring at yellow, “At least help me with dishes. With you, on cooking duty instead of Jade there are at least triple the number of pans."

He leans back relieving some of the weight as he explains with clear disinterest, "Ehhhh, but I just got off!"

He snakes one arm around your waist pulling tight as you let out a squeak, his lips getting closer before he breathes out.

"Let's just stay here~" You feel his lips close to your ear, “Forever~”

You flayed, pruned hands covering your ears as a crimson red ran up your cheeks as you broke out of Floyd's grip gaping at him.

"You- You!"

Floyd breaks out into his signature grin, mirth dancing in his eyes, "Hehe. Koebi-chan gives the best reactions ever!

You glared back before turning to at least an hour’s worth of dishes that need to be done before Azul sent you home tonight. Then it was the homework and also finding the time to make a quick dinner, and ugh- "Just help me out would you? My feet are already hurting from tonight's dinner rush."

"Nahhh." Floyd says stretching his arms above his head a few pops and a shrug later he crosses his arms with the smirk of someone who would get at least 8 hours of sleep tonight, "Azul said I'm done tonight."

Well duh, you heard all the wrong orders going out. Azul probably wanted to preserve if/any profits were made tonight.

"Besides! Washing dishes are supeeeer boring." he tilts his head to the side frowning, "Not really into that."

You sighs and tries to outweigh the odds in her head:

Option one: Floyd will go bother some other poor soul after a few moments of silence.

Option two: If he did try to clean the dishes Yuu is almost 99.9999% sure that the show-off would try to recreate his basketball moves using plates as the ball which would eventually break and YOU would have to clean up.

Or get your pay docked . . .

Option one it is.

"Fine Floyd. I'll see you tomorrow then."

A slow blink before the six-foot man unrolled his arms, confusion in his voice, "Huh?"

You focused on scrubbing at a black stain on one of the pots, it's a 50/50 if it looks clean or not, "I said 'fine'. I will see you tomorrow." You would not turn back around. You are focused. Focused on these hellish stains.

So focused, you did not even notice Floyd stomp off.

An hour and a half later, wrinkled chicken skin and tender feet that hurt to walk on you were finally given the ok to head home.

It was worth it though, you gasped when Azul gave a copy of his notes. Diagrams, arrows, and color-coded entries determine which grammar was being used. If Azul wasn't such a devil when it came to business he might have been an angel.

Stuffing the notes into her book bag, she winced glancing at her feet and feeling her skin rubbed raw.

Note to self: wear better socks.

Shuffling slowly to the entrance two figures shadowed the bar, Jade polishing a glass and Floyd's with his head down on the counter.

Jade gave a perfected smile, "Ah Prefect, thank you for working so hard today," his eyes glanced down to his brother sulking on the counter, "Floyd told me you were very focused today."

A whine came from Floyd, like his puppy (do merpeople have puppies?) just got kicked. Yuu shuffled around to a bar stool leaning against it, "Well I was trying to get home before ten, but it seems like that wasn't the case tonight."

Floyd kicked his feet against the bar counter another whine leaving him.

Jade blinked, expression turning inquisitive to a not-very well-hidden smirk, "Pardon my manners, but Prefect you seem rather stressed. Isn't that right Floyd?"

Floyd let out a sound that Yuu could not tell if it was an agreement or not, but Jade knew as he placed a perfectly polished flute on the counter.

He smiles, and it sends a small shiver down your spine, "It seems you're unsteady on your feet Prefect, your shoes giving you difficulty?"

He tilts his head to his twin, grin not leaving his face, "It may come as a surprise, but Floyd may be able to help your situation."

Floyd stops kicking the bar and you are trying to make heads or tails of Jade's words. It was late. You were tired. You wanted to go home to whatever rickshaw/graveyard dorm you called a home when other dorms had where place in literally different geo spheres.

You shake your head, "No thanks, I rather deal with my bloody toes another day."

It was as if Jade expected that answer because he just nods, in full understanding, and Jade never fully understood unless it was for his gain you've learned, "It's unfortunate, but I believe this be for better than for not. Remember our favor?"

And no, you don't remember, because there could be a billion favors you owe Jade- from him giving tips to you to keep up with rush hour or simply holding the door open for you- because every act of kindness from him is a disguise for his amusement.

You stare at Floyd, who was oddly quiet at this moment, and you want to collapse but it was better not to ask about favors in front of them both.

They tend to get a little jealous and the rest of your day is gone trying to make one of the two contents until they forget. That person usually being Floyd, because Jade rarely forgets.

You groan, placing a hand on your head to stop your incoming headache.

Fine. What's the worst that can happen?

You probably couldn't imagine what the "worst" was through the pounding in your head as Floyd jumps up, joy evident on his face as he pulls you with him with Jade waving goodbye.

The "worst" was actually being carried chest to chest spinning around in circles through Octavinelle's public lounge which thank god there were nobody in sight, or should you say blurred with the way Floyd keeps twisting you around and around like a whirlpool.

You complain once about Floyd's freakishly long legs walking too fast and this is what you get.

The only way to balance yourself was ducking into his neck shutting your eyes waiting for the experience to be better. You dig in close and Floyd in response is to squeezes you closer.

…It’s not that uncomfortable.

"We're here!" Floyd shouts and you immediately put a hand over his mouth, you don't want to wake anyone else up to this embarrassing scene, for your own sake.

Floyd lowers you to the floor where you gently let go of his neck, your distress evident enough on your face because Floyd is grinning like a kid who just made bank at the candy store.

The door opens one side to messy clothes littered over every droppable surface there is sheets twisted to one corner of the bed, and papers scattered across his desk. In all honesty, it would not be that bad if not for the fact the other side looked like those real state showrooms. Nothing was out of place, no crease on the bedding, and everything was ironed and hanging on a clothing rack not very far from an organized desk. Must be Jade’s side.

Floyd pushes you a bit and you stumble toward his side of the room.

"Hey! I can still walk you know." Dodging some thrown clothes was more difficult as Floyd closes the door.

"Ehhh, but you were just staring Koebi-chan." He gets closer knocking you onto the edge of his bed. Huh. Your heart feels like it's running at a thousand miles per hour as Floyd puts two hands on your shoulders pressing you into the bed so that your sitting, "Relax, relax~ we're just getting started!"

Wha- What does he mean by that!?

His fingers glide gently down your arms, and it feels like fire touching ice for the first time. A strong goosebump sensation travels down leaving just a strange warm feeling filling up your body. It's weird and you don't know how to handle this as he keeps trails down to your hands before gripping them.

You never noticed how much he engulfed you as he gave you a tight squeeze, before lowering onto his knees. He would be between your legs if you weren't squeezing your thighs as hard as possible together. Knocking on your kneecap like a door he gives childish smile, "Move your legs Koebi-chan~" It was to- to much for your poor little heart.

You call out, well it comes out more as a half shriek half whimper as you push at Floyd who was slowly pushing one of your legs aside, "Hey- that! That's too much!"

Floyd blinks, "Too much?" He leans downward, chin onto the edge of your thigh and frowns similar to how you imagine a dog being yelled at. You do everything in your power to stop your voice from shaking, but this was the furthest you have ever gone in your life, and you haven't even kissed!

You mind was quickly turning into a vortex sucking in every single scenario locked in the back of your head and just when you feel the tip of your ears about to burn off a whine interrupts you.

"But Koebi-chan, I just need my tools."

Forget the ears, your whole head was exploding off your shoulders, "T-to-tools!?"

Another nod, "Yup," a pop of the 'p', "ya know to fix your shoes." And your face must be ridiculous because Floyd gives such an uncontrollable laugh his head tilting back before wiping a stray tear from his eye. He grips your ankle loosening the collar between shoe and skin. You let out a small wince as the shoe peels apart from bloody skin, him delicately wriggling out the rest of the shoe off.

He flips the crew shoe upside down, "You see. Koebi-chan’s foot is getting all mashed up like shark food. See, see?" You kind of notice, only the tip of the show is scrubbed off along with a large part of the heel.

Floyd flips the shoe again as he shows you the inside, the heel is worn down to the sole and there is wet blood on the side as he clicks his tounge, "Koebi-chan~ You should've given Azul the right size, now you're payin' for it!" And you would if you could, but only men's sizes are available and that kind of screwed you over a bit for your small feet.

"So- so the tools you were talking about..."

He slides his arms underneath the bed pulling out a worn wooden box. A grin blossoms to life as he unclasps the top of the box revealing what you could only assume to be a cobbler set. Unlike everything else in his room, the tools are polished to a worn type of satisfaction- like an artisan who created each imperfection to conceive perfection.

It wasn't what you were thinking of at all.

It. Wasn't. That. At. All.

Floyd’s smile widens as he sees your puffed-up cheeks, meanwhile scrunching into yourself to hopefully create a black hole to swallow yourself in rather than face embarrassment of misreading the conversation.

"Woah- this is a new phase for Koebi-chan!"

"Just! Just fix my shoes Floyd!"

You look at the clock located on Jade's side of perfection. It read 11:43, and you were surprised that Jade hasn't come back yet, well scratch that, he is dedicated to his craft. You flip over on the bed as Floyd is still extending the collar of your crew shoes. It's a different look you don't see often. Mostly Floyd will be hopping around from area to area with either a smile or frown on his face, but now he just stared in concentration using his tools to create.

You never have seen him like this, and that bothered you- just a bit. You were so used to his voice filling every space of the conversation that all you needed to worry about were your next words. Now all you had were you, him, and your thoughts.

You hate to say this, but maybe it was because you were bored?

A small cough leaks through your mouth, just enough to garner attention and it doesn't even distract him. You frown and just when you are about to turn around to stare at the clock Floyd giggles, "Koebi-chan looks like they're drying up on hot sand."

Rolling your eyes you respond, "Well I am just laying here." Floyd must be amused because you can hear him hum a little tune under his breath as he grabs a canister from the box and a small brush.

"Hey, Floyd."

"Hmmmm~ Whatcha want?"

You think of the best way to ask these questions, but you assume the simpler the better.

"Why do you know how to fix shoes?"

"Hmmmmmm dunno."

"You don't know?" You take another glance at how meticulously he handles every instrument like he carved each one from hand for its own individual purpose. You decide to rephrase, "Is it another hobby?"

Brushing another coat of the mixture onto the tip he cracks his neck turning his lamp to the side, "When I was little, Jade and I sometimes see land-dwellers on land twirling and dancing around.” He tips his brush back into the mixture, “We don’t need feet because it’s not needed ya know. Yet you guys decorate your feet in so many styles its super interesting you know. Just cause we have fins doesn’t mean we paint them weird colors. Suuuper funny you know.”

He clicked his feet together and it was just then you noticed the difference of the style of Floyd's shoes compared to your own brown ones. They were in pristine condition, as the white cut the heel and toe into two parts separating them from matte to a glossier finish with no marks on them. It was much different than the beaten-up ones he currently had between his fingertips.

You never really looked down when talking to Floyd because he was so much taller. You guess you never did notice how pristine his shoes were compared to how frumpy he wore his uniform.

"Heh, seeing how land-dwellers had so many styles for their feet is so funny." He looks at your feet, already bandaged up with some disinfectant, "It's like you have to wear 'em. You landies are so delicate that you need shoes to protect your feet! That's sooooo different~"

You're starting to understand, "And that just makes us all the more interesting huh?"

He grins in a way you can see a sharp tooth poking out on top, "But your wayyyy more interesting than the others Koebi-chan~ .”

Your cheeks start to warm up, but you don’t fall for the bait, “Oh really?”

"M'mhm almost done~"

You roll to a cooler side of the bed, "And I was just getting comfy here." It really was miles above your own cardboard spring bed, you were sinking into this bed than just laying on a rock with some sheets thrown ontop.

Floyd swivels around on his chair and just wheezes as he looks at your form, "HA- Koebi-chan looks like a starfish now!" And you can’t disagree this is one of the comfiest beds you have been on yet it was all disturbed with Floyd gripping your ankles pulling you slowly to the edge of the bed.

“Wake uppp, you have to try em on now.” He whines as you groggle. Sitting on the edge of the bed again, you have purer thoughts this time as Floyd gets down own knee. He folds up your pant leg a couple rolls to expose your ankles better.

Satisfied, he cautiously takes one of the shoes and opens the collar gently guiding your toes in making sure not to catch any of the band aids on the side. You look down at him and again he is so focused, it’s so unlike him yet it doesn’t look that unfamiliar.

Catching the heel in place you are in awe. Instead of the front frow of your toes being squished there was now enough room to wiggle, and your heel wasn’t digging into the back of the shoe anymore. Not only that a new coat of paint was layered of scratches and on the rim of the sole you could see accents of white and grey cutting the style of the shoe leaving it with a trendy type of look.

You twist your foot back and forward looking at his craftsmanship. It’s amazing its spare detail that makes you feel like it’s yours. Something made for you. You and nobody else.

It almost felt like you were Cinderella fitting on the glass shoe.

“Soooo?” He whispers breaking you out of your thoughts, “Perfect fit?” He knows it because he is wearing a grin that reads as ‘say it! say how much you like it!’.

You roll your eyes, “Perfect fit Floyd.” He’s still looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. It’s a little outside your comfort zone but you raise a hand to his scalp and rub in circles, “I really like them.”

They really were perfect. So perfect a concern crosses your mind, “How much does it cost?”

Lazy eyes blink as you stop massaging his head, “Hmmmm?” He thinks for a moment, “Well I’m feelin’ pretty nice today Koebi-chan~” And automatically your brain thinks ‘free?’ but of course this is the dorm of deals akin to mercy so Floyd continues, “How about a kiss?”

…

A kiss…?

Your thought you were in the safe but your brain short circuits all the way to outer space and back, “A- A kiss!? What are you talking about Floyd. That’s- What!”

He pouts, “Well cause after you land-dwellers finish the last song usually you guys kiss right?” He sighs sitting on the floor crossing his legs, “Ya know I dance all the time, but I’ve never kissed anyone after.”

There are so many things wrong with that logic, but your short, circuited mind isn’t making sense, so you say something just as dumb back.

“We aren’t dancing Floyd.”

He looks at you in a way that makes you look like the dense one, “Duh Koebi-chan, that’s why this is the price!” He points to his cheek, “Right here! That’s where I want the kiss!”

Being flabbergasted is an understatement to how you feel right now, Floyd just keeps looking at you expectantly from the floor as he keeps tapping his cheek. It’s just a kiss on the cheek you say to yourself, what’s the worse that can happen? You’ve kissed your mom on the cheek this is fine!

“…fine.” Floyd lights up like its Christmas and you must wonder in the back of your mind if this is really just some elaborate scheme you are playing into. He is not getting up and you are embarrassed beyond the universe as you slide off the bed onto the floor, “Tilt- tilt your cheek to the side.”

He does so without hesitation, you can still see half the smile he is wearing on his face as you put an arm out to steady you as you lean closer and closer- oh please god don’t let my heart kill me- and right when your close enough to close your eyes and quickly press your lips against cool skin you hear a chuckle.

“Eh Koebi-chan face is really cute right now.” And suddenly you feel your chin being jerked as your lips contact something so much softer than what you remember as a child. It’s a little cool and somewhat chapped as you press into him and then he moves! You won’t open your eyes because if you do it feels like the butterflies beating in your chest will explode out of you. Floyd moves his hand to stable you as he rubs the other hand behind the back of your neck relaxing you into him as he moves against you in a way that it takes all your concentration to move with him.

A breath and you are gasping for air like a person held underneath water for far too long. Red face forehead to forehead to cool eyes and Floyd slowly licks his lips and looks at you in a way a hunter has just captured its prey. Devious eyes you think before he leans in again and you follow suit because there was something so addicting with the way Floyd pulls your lower lips with his fang and the way he rubs your arm back and forward as if wanting more of you and the only way you can answer is by gripping him tighter between your fingers.

You break apart and you lean against his chest this time catching your breath as he holds you, if you listened to his heart beat it was almost as fast as yours. You gulp air still passing through your lungs, “Was- Was that enough?” It was hard to hear his response through the blood passing through your ears, but Floyd just laughs as you feel his chest move with every breath, he hold your cheek as he tilts your head up craning it towards his dual-colored eyes.

He has a pretty, pink blush on him as well covering his nose all the way to his cheek bones, you can see the fang that tugs your lips barely peeking out of his smile.

“Hmmmm~ Maybe just one more.” And you close your eyes just one more time.

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(Around 11:25pm at Lounge Monstro)

Azul is not having a good day. Not at all. Wasted food and damages, he needed to pay for restoring table 28, 32 and 18 after Floyd for some reason stormed out the kitchen and creating destruction everywhere he went. Azul groans as he flips through number filled papers with red lines and circles.

He thought that he had properly prepared to mitigate these damages when he gave Floyd an early night off but seeing his previous number quadrupled put him into a sour mood.

Reading the clock 11:28, he locks his office ready to get at least four hours of sleep because he still needed to write that business proposal for the headmaster-

“…Jade you’re still here?” He asks taking a step over what seems to be a sleeping bag and a couple books hovering near a campsite lamp, “We talked about this. No “practice” camping in the lounge” Azul warns as he finds Jade near a booth flipping through a book all about mushroom delights.

Jade just looks, with polite smile all he says is, “You can settle all qualms with Ramshackle’s prefect.” As he flips the next page.

Azul groans, Ramshackle’s prefect, another word for headache. Always putting their nose where it’s not supposed to be, but how would that be affecting Jade? Jade being a consistent vice warden understood Azul’s clear confusion and clarifies, “Floyd is with them in the dorm.”

oh….OH

Azul waved his thoughts away, there was no need to deal with this at this very moment instead he hands over the papers in his hand, “Help me with these accounts and you can stay in my room tonight.”

“Oh, how gracious of you.”

“Be quiet. Floyd is working double after tonight.”

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How You Fuck Genshin Women

Fandom: Genshin

Characters: Reader, Jean, Amber, Lisa, Eula, Rosaria, Ningguang, Beidou, Yelan, Ganyu, Keqing, Shenhe, Ei, Yae Miko, Kujou Sara, Ayaka, Kokomi, Signora, The tsaritsa

Pairings: Reader x all characters listed above

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex, sex toys, cock mentioned, BDSM, painplay, dom/sub dynamics, virginity loss, not proof read, R has female body parts but no Pronouns are mentioned

Word count: 4.9k

Synopsis: Did you read the title? Or the warnings? Enjoy ;)

Jean: You spoil her. Keep her pinned down till she’s too exhausted to even walk, let alone go back to work tomorrow. She digs her hands in the roots of your hair as you eat her out. She’ll have her eyes squeezed shut, but tell her to look at you and she won’t be able to look away. Even as she turns bright red and watches your mouth wrap around her clit. You suck on every part of her. Her clit, nipples, neck, tongue. The light pull and pressure is her favorite feeling. She’s a sensitive baby. Unused to these feelings and this type of stimulation. But she’s not fragile. It’ll take more than a few hard thrusts to make her break. If anything it turns her on even further. Melts her mind and causes tears to fall as she begs you for more. Your actions are like a double edged sword. Gently petting her head turns into pulling her hair. Sweet kisses down her neck turn into purple bruises under your soft lips. A teasing finger running through her slit is suddenly three curled deep inside her pussy. Jean doesn’t understand. When did an hour, two hours pass? What do you mean you’ve made her orgasm three times? Haven’t you just been teasing her? She can’t possibly be taking three fingers, that’d be too much! And yet, when you tell her to open her eyes, after you’ve propped her up and made her look at the fingers dipping in and sinking into her sopping cunt. She can’t deny how good it feels and that she is, in fact, taking them all. Begging for more even. Jean is too clingy to let you break off to get toys, so you keep the two you do own ready on the bedside table for these nights. Jean rubs her thighs together just at the sight of them. A fair 7” dildo/strap-on and an egg vibrator. Teasing her with the vibrator all over her body until you slip in inside her, it pops right in, at home inside her cunt. She’ll wail and moan and feel like she’s going to cum but it’s not enough. But you’ll take care of her. Maybe torment and tease her but take care of her nonetheless. You secure the strap on to your harness and line the tip up with her entrance. Her back is arched off the bed as she pleads with you to help her. To finish what you started before she goes insane from need. Ease into her and push the egg further back till it presses against her womb entrance and then slide out of her. Snap your hips forward and watch as she falls apart beneath you. The most amazing sight. To watch a woman with the weight of a nation on her shoulders cry and beg to be allowed to cum. To feel her squeezing around your cock, purple bruises littering her porcelain skin. Jean doesn’t have time to rest, and yet when she gives in to you, you take care of her better than anyone else.

Amber: She’s a bundle of energy. She wants you. Needs you. She’ll ride your fingers, toys/cock, and face. She’s very vanilla and prefers your raw body to any toy. She’s extremely vocal and loud. You’ve gotten a fair few noise complaints from your neighbors, to which Amber apologizes with a bright red face and sheepish expression. She loves to compliment you in bed. Your ultimate goal is to fuck her so well that by the end of the night she won’t be able to form those cohesive thoughts and sentences. You swear she has infinite stamina. Keep up with her, she’s got a lot of energy and if you don’t fuck her till she passes out, she’s going to bounce back and invite you to go out with her afterward, even if your legs are jelly and you’re ready to collapse. She loves to be praised. She works so hard and tries to help people as much as she can, she just wants a small reward. Wants your love and praise. Your words are the only ones that matter to her. So you do everything you can to make her feel good, cooing and complimenting her as you nip and suck on her skin, pull and tweak her nipples, and finally fuck her with two fingers all while telling her how good she is. How proud you are of her. How much she means to you.

Lisa: Smug bottom. Will tease you the entire time, questioning your authority, mocking everything you do. But she won’t fight you. She constantly teases you during the day with how she presses her chest up against you and lets out tiny moans in your ear. Flirting and borderline pornographic jokes. She just keeps egging you on. You may be on top but who’s really in control here? You can tie her up, overstimulate and edge her, and leave your marks everywhere and she’ll still talk back. She’s such a brat. She’s such a tease. She loves everything you give her, moaning so sweetly but taunting you like a fly. You fuck her to the point that niether of you will be able to walk tomorrow, or so you think. Dammit! She’s proudly wearing your marks in her tight, fitted outfit and still managing to keep balance in her heels. Though she’ll be extra lazy around the library that day. If you go in and visit her and no one’s around, she’ll explicitly talk about the night before. Even talking to you about new ideas she has for you two, roleplay or shibari, or some new kink she wants to explore. This woman reads a lot and that means she’s exposed to new ideas all the time. She loves when she gets to experience them with you, she’s down for almost anything and everything. Well… except for keeping her mouth shut.

Eula: She goes from being huffy and stubborn to begging and docile. Such a proud woman. Refusing to admit defeat, refusing to submit. Or more like being in denial of all that’s happening. You’ve got her wrapped around your finger. Treat her like a degenerate. Mock her and talk dirty. You’ll get lip from her but a few spanks and teasing and she’ll be putty in your hands. She begs so nicely when she finally complies. She says she despises being tied down or being treated roughly, but her body tells you otherwise. The way her eyes roll as she pants and whines. She swears vengeance on you, but threaten to punish her and she’ll back down. All bark and no bite. She likes to keep things basic in bed, but the way she goes from complaining to begging for more makes it all seem like the most dramatic and intense session. It’ll take her a bit in the morning to collect herself, more so because she’s embarrassed about what she said, but you’ll see her out on her patrols in those thigh high boots with heels and be amazed by her strength and stamina. She prides herself on that, claiming it’s in her noble blood, but in reality it’s all a front. She’s barely standing up. She had to take multiple breaks to relax her legs and also her mind. Forcing herself to stop thinking about you and what happened, not unless she wants to ruin her panties. She buries her bright red face in her hands. What did you do to her? What spell have you put her under? She swears she’ll have her vengeance, but she’ll keep pushing it off. You do make her feel unbelievably good. She groans to herself. You’re a menace. Best to keep you under her watch, lest you seduce some other poor soul with your malicious ways.

Rosaria: You’ll want to go all night with her if you want to hear her moan. She’s scarily silent most of the time. You only know you’re on the right track when she digs her nails into your skin/scalp and a quiet “fuck” comes out of her mouth. Keeps things simple. Either raw or with a large toy will do the trick. She despises being tied up, so don’t even bother suggesting the idea. Most of the time she doesn’t even seem like she wants to have sex. You have to be the one to approach her and be the one to take the initiative, otherwise she won’t get it and just look at you weird. Do you need something? She’ll never beg. Just demand that you go faster, give her more. She rolls her eyes, do you really think she’ll break so easily? Best to just give her what she wants. As much as you may grind your teeth and want to make her beg. You may get her to do it once, after she’s drunk and more loose lipped. That memory will be burned into your mind forever. It’s probably your greatest accomplishment. But, of course, the woman has the audacity to not remember any of it. Unfortunately it will continue to be a rare occurrence, the nun insists on being in control pretty much all the time. Still, it’s the small things that convey how satisfied she is with you. The way her nails leave red lines on you, the way she inhales sharply, and the way her plush thighs wrap around you, leaving you no room to get away.

Ningguang: Spoiled. She knows how she likes it. Don’t try to change her mind. Don’t try to change the system. This woman is particular and a perfectionist. She may be doing this to loosen up and get relief but she’s still incredibly picky. If something new is going to be added, it’s going to be according to her. Still she’s not such a micromanager that she’ll choose the speed you fuck her or how hard, only ask that you do more when she feels she’s waited long enough. This woman rolls her eyes at the thought of begging. She’ll tease you for wanting to make the tianquan submit to you. Still, she’ll praise you at the end, when you’re both out of breath and ready to collapse and sleep. She still won’t let you, she doesn’t want to sleep unclean or in dirty sheets. Thankfully she has a nice big bath prepared for the both of you, perfect for true relaxation. This woman has the best money can buy, including things for personal affairs. She’s very keen about giving what she gets so it’s best to think of you two as partners, rather than one being more dominating than the other, it’s not a competition. (Though if it was ningguang would win) Just enjoy your time together, you don’t have much of it with how busy she is.

Beidou: The only limit she has is when she passes out to sleep. Though don’t let that stop you. Fucking her while she snores will give her some of the best dreams she’s ever had. At least, that’s what she tells you. She’s down to try anything, though she only really likes hard and fast. Simple, yet effective. No dirty talk required. Not like she could form any coherent sentences with the loud and almost over the top moans that comes out of her mouth. Swears obscenely but take it as praise. It just means she’s loving what you’re doing. Hopefully, you have enough stamina to keep up with her. Though, she may make it a contest to see which one of you collapses first from pleasure and exhaustion. You swear she’s shameless, with how she brags about how good you are to her in bed. The way you fill her up and fuck her hard and fast. If you argue that that’s the only way to get her off, she’ll just laugh and say she’ll drink to that. She’s not exactly the sensitive type, physically speaking at least. Only specific areas like her nipples and clit will really mess with her, make her wetter and clench around nothing. Though you’ll never get her off just by tweaking at those. She’ll playfully demand that you get inside of her already. Hasn’t she been a good girlfriend? Doesn’t she deserve a reward? You want to say that’s for you to decide but you relent, she’s right after all. Beidou isn’t one to stay on the bottom for long. She loves the way you eat her out and fuck her cunt but she’s gotta reward you, doesn’t she? You two make an excellent duo and know each other like the back of your hands. Keeping things light hearted and relieving for both of you.

Yelan: Her stupid little dice has you tearing at your hair sometimes. Why does it get to decide when you two fuck? Why does an object get to decide if/what toys you’ll use? Yelan loves it. It keeps you both on your toes but when your plans go out the window, you swear you want to punish her. Too bad she’ll never submit in such a way, not unless you manage to really overpower her and that would take more than just planning and strength to do on your part. You might be surprised when you find out that she’s only okay with marks that can be hidden easily. It makes sense, considering that she often needs to be undercover and not draw any extra attention. She only teases you a little, mostly praising you or simply asking you to go faster. If you go long enough and edge her enough times you’ll get her to beg through clenched teeth. A stain on her pride but a small price to pay for ultimate relief. She loves variation. Blindfold her and make her head spin with all of the different sensations. An ice cube between her breasts and your hot breath on her stomach and your fingers filling her cunt will your other hand digs crescents into her thighs. She avoids letting you tie her up if she can. Unfortunately, there’s been many times you two have been interrupted and she’s had to leave, unsatisfied, because ‘duty calls.’ Though she’ll come back more eager than before. Pulling you back into your shared room and continuing where you two left off, more than ready to be pounded and squirt all over you.

Ganyu: Pillow princess and vanilla ice cream. Can barely take three fingers and will cum if you just tug on her nipples. Easily devolves into whines and moans, begging for you to fuck her. Crying out when you put your thumb on her clit. She’ll be sobbing by her third orgasm. It’s too much she swears but she’s an adeptus so it’s also not enough. You can stop and she’ll suddenly be begging for you again. Fuck her till she passess out. She’ll regain her strength by morning. She just needs to be taken care of. Praised for all of her hard work. Relieved of all the stress of being a secretary. Corrupted and relenting to her lewd thoughts of you. No degradation, only praise. Overstimulation is a must. She tries to talk to you but quickly loses her composure. Just tell her to relax and let you take care of her. Won’t admit it but gets excited when you introduce toys into the mix. Vibrators and nipple clamps are her favorite. They’re just so different from most other sensations. The perfect combination is when you tongue fuck her and hold a wand to her clit, having her on all fours so gravity pulls on her nipples and weighs them down even more with the heavy clamps. She turns bright red when she sees all the marks you’ve left on her. Desperately trying to cover them up only to later receive comments on the ones that people can see on her back, asking if she’s okay and if she got into a fight recently. She stutters and blushes and tries to come up with a good excuse but she never can. She’s a terrible liar after all. You know this from the time that she tried to lie about not being horny and 5 minutes later came back and apologized profusely before begging you to fuck her. She’ll be so humiliated if you ever fuck her in her office. She’ll insist that you two never do it again but… well it’s hard to enforce that when she’s pinned to the table hand clamped over her mouth, trying so hard to not to let anyone know that she’s being defiled in such a public and professional setting. You’re the best thing that’s happened to her in centuries. She loves the way you fuck her. Keep taking care of her, she’ll need your help getting all that stress off her chest.

Keqing: Snarky. She knows when it’s time to submit but that doesn’t mean she’ll do so quietly. She’s too proud to admit when she wants you. Needs you. Don’t tease her for too long or else she may become bitter and be mean to you later. She doesn’t like to be restrained or deal with fluff. Though she won’t complain when you praise her. That said, she’s secretly masochistic. When you find out you take advantage of that, smacking her ass, and giving extra ‘special’ treatment to her inner thighs. She’s a busy woman and often finds herself running around. When she stands tall, prim and proper, she’ll feel the light stinging between her thighs and be reminded of the night prior. She blushes madly at the thought. She may come home to chastise you for leaving marks and making her day harder but will find herself submitting to the same treatment, loudly and sweetly moaning in response. Has no shame about how quick she is in bed. She could probably go for longer but she refuses to submit for that much time. You have to take turns with her. She hates not being in control. You’re probably the only exception she makes with this rule. A bit of a princess, you exist to serve her, to help her, to relieve her of all of her duties and stress, even if for a short time. So make sure to treat her right (and a little bit wrong). She loves it, even if she complains about it later on the next day.

Shenhe: Completely unreadable. You’ve tried a lot of different things with her. Her only experience with sex is when Cloud Retainer explained how procreation works. But she is willing to try most anything with you. Shenhe does not understand bdsm or pain play or most kinks in general; sees any pain as a sort of challenge, causing her to stop focusing on if she feels good or not. More than anything she prefers you raw. She somehow has surprisingly subtle orgasms. If you don’t pay attention you’ll miss it, the soft pulsing of her walls and the way the tips of your fingers will be a little more slick after she cums. If you miss it or just keep trying to fuck her, she’ll probably push you off. Isn’t one enough? She doesn’t understand wanting more, and thinks, perhaps, it’s better to not indulge in such pleasure too much, in the same way she avoids eating lots of food. Still, the overwhelming amounts of pleasure that you give her in these moments are more than enough. She cherishes them and will have a hard time denying herself such intimacy with you.

Ei/Baal: She tries to remain stoic but being beneath you so intimately has a small blush creeping up her face. She’s soft and quiet. Prefers things to be simple and adores when it’s just you and her in the bed, no other tools necessary. Give her all your love and praise, she needs comfort after all that time alone, bearing so much burden. She always feels so relieved after these nights with you. You’re jealous of how she can recover and get up after each round. It only motivates you more to keep her down, though you’ll never truly stand a chance, she is a goddess after all. She still likes to keep some level of control as you go down on her. A hand in your hair, thighs squeezing to keep you in place, soft demands between moans. You learn her body extremely well, tapping into sensitive spots that even she didn’t realize she had added to her puppet vessel. She considers taking them out, as they could serve as weak points, but ultimately she decides that so long as only you know about them, nobody else can use them to their advantage. Don’t ever think you can get away from her or not give her what she wants. She’ll pout and huff, isolating herself to make you miss her, and if you still don’t give in then she’ll eventually drag you into her private quarters herself demanding you give your goddess and girlfriend proper attention.

Yae Miko: Satan. Hellspawn. You better be patient and curb your expectations. She’ll let you dominate her, though she’s extremely snarky the entire time. She’s either giving you backhanded compliments or eerily silent, watching your every move. Don’t think you can punish her, don’t expect to really be in control either. If you stop for a moment Yae will start teasing you again, asking if that’s the best you can do or if you’ve given up already. Even if you have and admit to not being able to keep up with her, she’ll still make you finish what you started. She’s incredibly demanding even when she’s on the bottom. Though when you do get things right, she will let you know. Loudly. She’ll tell you to keep going, to keep doing what you’re doing. She’ll focus on her pleasure once she gets into it, humping and riding you. She’s shameless, her entire body moving against yours as you do your best to bring her over the edge. You’ll need a lot of stamina to keep up with her, even if you use all the tricks in the book and have toys and have been edging her, it’ll take a lot to get her to cum. You’ll be breathless and sweaty while she’ll look ethereal, basking in the afterglow. Before looking like a demon as she looks down at you, a wicked grin on her face. “Ready for round 2, darling?” she so innocently asks. She may be mean about it, but Yae does need to be taken care of from time to time. She has a lot of responsibilities on her shoulders and she’s had centuries to build up aches and stresses. Make sure to show how much you appreciate her, even if she doesn’t always seem grateful. She’ll only admit it and tell you good job when she’s sure you’re asleep and not going to hear her. Being vulnerable isn’t something Miko isn’t accustomed to, but she’s willing to share a small portion of that side of herself with you. So rejoice, as your Lady of the Shrine is giving you an opportunity to worship and service her.

Kujou Sara: Flustered, blushing, unstable mess. She isn’t used to not being in control. But she’s also loving being under you. She refuses to show it, but she wants to squirm being under your gaze. The way you hungrily look at her. How your weight feels over her. Your presence everywhere. In her, on her, inside of her. Sara’s so overwhelmed. She loves it so much. She’s surprisingly kinky. She was a virgin before she met you. Innocent and oblivious. You introduce her to more and more. She somehow manages to take it all. She refuses to let herself think about what you two did during the day, not unless she wants to lose all composure and be blushing red and stuttering for the next 10 minutes. You practically have free reign over Sara when she submits to you. She’s so pliable, but also strong and enduring. Takes it all like a good girl. She’s incredibly obedient. You make her squirm when you give her commands throughout the day. You only do it in private but your dominating side slips out even outside of the bed. Enjoy having Inazuma’s leading general and tengu warrior under your thumb.

Ayaka: Innocent and pure. She used to think sex was purely for procreation but when you innocently touch her, wrapping your arms around her waist or pecking her cheek, she finds herself gets hot and bothered. She is struggling to figure out how to cope. You have to reassure her that that’s normal and that she can be horny without wanting to have kids. Sex with her is slow and gentle. Soft and sweet, just like her. Until she starts doing research about it. You’re surprised when she brings up experimenting with new toys, even having silk ropes for bdsm. Ayaka was beyond embarrassed when she first read about kinks, but when she imagined doing it all with you she found herself more excited (and horny) than anything else. She’s beyond prepared, wearing lingerie and making everything incredibly romantic. She sees sex as an act of trust, and she has perfect faith in you. A few hard no’s for her are extreme pain play, degradation, and most roleplay scenarios. At first she’d get incredibly embarrassed for days after the night you’d share, but as time went on and you two got to see each other more and more, Ayaka realized that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She’d personally never talk about it with anyone, not even her brother or Thoma, but she doesn’t spend all day with her face chili pepper red anymore. She loves the time you spend with her, trusts you with every fiber of her being. She does her best in bed to prove that, relinquishing all control to you.

Kokomi: Size is everything. You’d think she couldn’t handle much, given how small and how gentle and cute she is. But she only ever likes it when she’s filled to the brim. Stretched out on your fingers or cock or toys. Or all three. She likes it rough, though if you leave any marks on her that can’t easily be covered up, you’ll get an earful in the morning. She’s well read on every subject, war, magic, and yes, sex. She likely hasn’t had any experience with a partner, but she’s definitely not innocent. She’s played with her own body, learning what she likes and doesn’t like, a myriad of toys can be found in a locked box in her closet. You try out and learn everything she already knows about herself first, so that you get an idea of what she likes. Then you two start experimenting. Kokomi doesn’t like to be tied up, wants some control of the situation, but likes when you’re over her, your entire presence wrapped around her as you thrust into her gushing pussy. Her voice is naturally somewhat quiet so you’ll never hear her get very loud but the sounds she makes are like music to you. Ever the sweet and adorable shrine maiden, being defiled and marked by a harlot like you.

Signora: Can be surprisingly submissive. A woman so strong needs time to be pampered and taken care of. She has her moments where she’ll ask you to “prove how much you love her.” No being rough or trying to actually dominate her. Always know your place. You’re by her side because she allows it. It’s never the other way around. So you’re gentle but determined. Determined to please her. She’s intelligent, dedicated, and strong. She deserves only the best, so be sure to give her your everything during the little time you have together. She is a busy woman, after all. You don’t dominate her in any extreme way, just doing as she asks and as she pleases. It’s not in her nature to give anyone but her goddess control over her. Especially not with her body like this. She loves you, but it’s just how she is. But you don’t complain, not with how good she feels around you, seeing her beneath you, the way she throws her head back against the pillows and moans your name. As ever, she’s the face of perfection.

Tsaritsa: An amusing experiment. You begged for this chance and your goddess finally gives it to you. She wants to see what you can do. See how well you can please her. So you give it your all. Lapping and fingering and fucking her desperately. You have to wonder if you’re really the dominating one in this situation. But it doesn’t matter, you don’t waste time thinking about such unimportant thoughts. Not when a literal archon is submitting to you. Daring you to prove yourself to her. Your passion warms her cold body, and the Tsaritsa smiles down at you. She can handle anything, more so patiently enjoying the way you fight to please her. It’s only for one night that she lets you “dominate” her like this. But it’s a night she’ll never forget. It holds a special place in her perfect memory, as she recalls the way your eyes lit up and your heart beat fast as you managed to pull her over the edge. She loudly proclaimed your name. Pulsing around you and holding you tight. You did so well for her. She’ll always be grateful for all that you do.

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𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔𝚑𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 ʚɞ ⁺˖

my tips for healthy weightloss ♡

𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠

♡ eat healthier instead! Meal prep for the week, it saves time and it won't be as tempting to go for something unhealthy when you planned ahead. Make sure your meals are filled with fiber (helps with gut health) and protein (boosts metabolism), they also keep you full.

𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡

♡ when I say this I mean a healthy calorie deficit (not those crazy 200cal diets), on average, cutting 500cals from your normal amount can help you get started on a good, consistent weight loss plan. But honestly just use a free app to help you track your calorie intake. Don't obsess with calorie counting though, you don't have to do strictly those cals, nothing more nothing less, like you can go a little over your limit sometimes I promise it won't be the end of the world.

𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠

♡ drinking one glass of water 30 minutes before a meal to help digestion. but don't drink too soon before or after a meal cause the water will dilute the digestive juices. Also drink water an hour after the meal to allow the body to absorb the nutrients!!

𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘

♡ studies have shown that having a regular walking program can help you melt away some extra weight. Just 2 1/2 hours of walking a week (about 20 minutes a day) can shrink your belly by about 2.5cm in 4 weeks !! Also walking is fun, just put on your fav playlist, bring water and have a hot girl walk!! Before driving or anything think "Could I walk there?". Walking can also reduce stress, help ward off symptoms of depression and helps you be more positive! If you have strict parents that don't let you walk alone (like myself) go to the gym and get on the tredmill or walk around the house or backyard.

𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

♡ pilates is so good and effective, a study in 2017 showed that practicing Pilates for two months not only was effective for weight loss, it also reduced BMI and toned waist, abdomen, and hip areas. If you're like me and can't afford or don't have time to go to classes literally just search "pilates workout" on youtube and you'll get a ton of them!! pair this with a daily hot girl walk and your pretty much set

𝑓𝑖𝑥 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑐𝚑𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒

♡ getting quality sleep is super important for a healthy weight loss plan and also for your mental health in general. Research has shown that losing sleep while dieting can reduce the amount of weight lost and encourage overeating. Try to get around 7–9 hours of sleep per night.

𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑔!!

♡ listen, I get it, I've been there done that, you wanna see results quick and are sick of feeling bad, but babe, when you workout and diet to an extreme level, your body can go out of balance. This can literally slow down your weight loss process, so you're doing the reverse of what you wanted, also it's totally exhausting and so not worth it. Please have patience with your body.

𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝚑𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑘 !! 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘 ♡

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Heated ~ pt.7

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: SMUTTTT, f/m/m/m/m, rough sex!, Dom!Crosshair, Dom!Tech, soft Wrecker, a little angst I guess, heat/rut, knotting, a little Crosshair possessiveness, blow jobs, PnV

You are responsible for your own media consumption ya filthy animals.... AHHHH we made it! We made to the smut y'all ahahaha

Anyways, enjoy!

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He looked up at Crosshair then Tech, “She said she wants… all four.”

“That’s-“ Tech cleared his throat at a loss for words. That was unheard of…

“Good enough for me.” Crosshair stood up walking over to you, he moved to reach down and end all of this, but Wrecker cradled you possessively making Crosshair snarl.

“Alright. Easy. You all agreed to be civil.” Echo broke up the almost fight.

“Wrecker let go.” Hunter ordered.

The giant was reluctant at first, but set you back down on the ground before Crosshair. The lean clone brought you up and into his arms, running his nose through your hair, “let’s get you better sweetheart.” You were being carried through the galley back into your room before Crosshair set you down on your cot.

You squirmed around desperate to keep his calloused hands on your heated skin. He quickly got to work ripping off what little pathetic pieces of clothing you still had on. Your tank top was nearly shredded and your soaked panties were snapped off into two little flimsy stands. Crosshair wasn’t gentle by any means and it made your insides vibrate.

“Alpha.” You whined trying to get him to touch you.

The others soon started to file in. You preened seeing their lust blown eyes as Crosshair wrangled you into a proper position underneath him.

“Eyes on me Ad’ika.” Crosshair yanked his shirt off revealing his perfectly muscular chest. That wouldn’t be difficult you realized. On instinct, you spread your sticky thighs making Crosshair very happy at your submission.

“So beautiful.” He crooned grabbing your hips and tugged you down so you were flush against his thighs. You let out a sweet sigh that had the others cock’s twitch. Crosshair pushed his blacks down freeing his painfully hard cock. He could have moaned from finally feeling some relief, but he had a mission to accomplish… and that was to take away your pain and put his thick knot in your pretty little pussy.

He leaned forwards supporting his weight on one hand while using the other to finally touch your silky folds. You let out a pornographic moan making Crosshair shudder. When he had confirmed you were wet enough, he grabbed onto his throbbing cock pumping it a few times before rubbing his tip through your wetness.

You cried out and lifted your hips trying to feel more of him but he just snarled and used his hand to push your tummy down into the mattress.

“Behave omega.”

You whined but relented. He continued his trajectory and pushed through your opening making you gasp and the stretch. Crosshair sunk in until his hips were flush with yours. You let out a happy mewl finally feeling what you have been craving for days and damn did he feel good.

“Fuck.” Hunter grumbled watching you take Crosshair.

Crosshair didn’t give you a second to adjust, instead he pounded into you, mesmerized by the site in front of him. He was trying to commit this to memory before the fog of a full fledge rut took over his mind. You pink cheeked and blissed out. The sounds you were making while taking his cock was so much better then the horrible cries that had previously left your pretty lips it made his inner alpha very happy.

The way your hands clung his biceps for dear life while you mewled and bounced up and down the cot. He decided to sit up leaning back on his knees before slipping out making you cry. He didn’t say anything, instead he flipped you over roughly grabbing you by the hips and tugging you up onto your hands and knees before lining himself back up and pushing inside again.

You took him like a champ letting him manhandle you just how he liked. You didn’t know this, but Crosshair had imagined this very moment so many times in his head and it was so much better than he had ever dreamed of. You were the most beautiful thin the’d ever laid eyes on.

Crosshair was probably the roughest alpha you’d ever taken but it was giving you such a thrill. You then remembered you had an audience and turned to see the others stroking themselves watching you with intensity making you whine.

You involuntarily clenched making Crosshair hiss, “You like that huh? You like them watching you get fucked?” He leaned over fisting your hair forcing you to scramble for something to grab onto.

You stared at Tech watching how flushed he was trying to satisfy his throbbing cock.

“Tell him what you want Ad’ika.” Crosshair released your hair keeping his brutal pace.

“I-I ahh- I want Tech in my mouth.” You struggled to speak.

“Good girl.” Crosshair praised making you clamp down on him again, you felt him falter slightly.

Tech stepped forwards until he was kneeling in front of you on the narrow cot. You looked up at him with needy eyes asking for permission to touch him. He reached a hand down to stroke your face giving your bottom lip a little tap. You smiled and reached down to wrap your hand around his thick cock giving it a few strokes before experimentally running your tongue from the base to tip teasing the alpha. Tech forced himself to breathe, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

But Crosshair wasn’t having any of that. He snapped his hips extra hard to punctuate his every word, “Like. You. Mean. It. Omega.”

You yelped before shoving Tech entirely into your mouth giving him a good hard suck and bracing your hands on his muscular thighs. The Pilot groaned grabbing your hair in his fist.

You fully committed to giving him the best head of his life.

You even let him fuck your mouth when he suddenly couldn’t take it anymore and went at his own pace. You were in heaven. You’ve been thinking about how good Tech would taste, you’ve thought about it when you would watch him in his pilot’s seat, how easy it would be for you to kneeling under the console for him.

You shuddered imagining it. Before long you felt Tech start to tense up making you double down and suck and tongue him even harder, eager for his cum.

“Please Alpha.” You mumbled around him.

He grunted and pushed your head further onto him as he came. You swallowed greedily making sure you didn’t miss a single drop. He pulled back keeping your mouth from his swelling knot, but his self control ended there. The Pilot nearly fainted from the orgasm and he had to take a deep breath before he blacked out.

Crosshair on the other hand reached down and grabbed the back of your neck yanking you up so you were pressed against his warm chest. His nimble fingers snaked down between your thighs rubbing you slowly. He felt you clench up around him as your little hands clawed at his forearms for purchase.

“Cum Ad’ik.” He growled into your ear.

That sent you over the edge.

You came with a scream feeling relief flood your system as Crosshair thrust a few more times before cumming inside you with one powerful thrust. Waves of pleasure numbed your brain as it flowed through your entire body. Crosshair fucked his knot inside your pulsing pussy before settling in behind you. You sighed feeling the first bit of relief you’ve had in what feels like days.

Crosshair gained back a bit of his sanity and helped lower the two of you down onto the cot keeping himself snuggly inside you. You had no idea Crosshair would be this kind of Alpha. Sure, you recall him taking advantage of his quarterly breaks but you didn’t think he’d be so… good at it?

Tech bent down to pick up your tooka mug and tilted your chin to pour the water into your mouth. You sucked up the liquid gratefully and nuzzled back into Crosshair. You noticed the other two had clearly been able to relieve themselves before they too settled into the room. It smelled like sex and potent alpha. You felt Crosshair’s possessive arm wrap around you keeping you pressed to his chest.

“Better cyar’ika?” He whispered into your ear.

“Yes.” You gasped, “So much better.”

“Good.” He nibbled your ear nicking you with his incisor. You squealed and squirmed in his grasp as he toyed with your instinct to mate. He chuckled feeling you flutter around his fading knot knowing that would rile you up.

When you could slide off of him, you felt a puddle of Crosshair forming under your bum. You wiggled around feeling more of him slipping from your folds making you squirm.

The others watched your eyes dilate again as you suddenly got the powerful urge to nest. Crosshair must have triggered the instinct as you crawled out from under him. He let you, and watched as you knelt down inside your makeshift nest, collapsing into the moving blankets Echo had brought you.

You quickly snatched up Crosshair’s discarded clothes from the floor and greedily added them to your pile. He watched in admiration as you very particularly organized his scent around you in a way you liked. He was mesmerized seeing his cum still dripping from your core as you fussed in your blankets

But something wasn’t entirely right, you poked your head up over the mountain of blankets and stared at the three other alphas watching you with interest, “More please.” You begged sweetly.

They didn’t hesitate for a second, they shed their armor off with practiced skill as they went to remove their shirts and under clothes leaving them in their black briefs. You sighed contently plucking the garments from their willing hands and started getting to work.

“What now?” Wrecker asked watching you curiously from his spot across the room.

“Just let her do her thing.” Crosshair threw the sheets over himself and settle back into the cot throwing an arm over his eyes content with letting you allow your instincts to run its course.

You fussed, and fussed, and fussed until the smells were finally right. Then you settled down into the pile totally content. The burning was dulled, you were covered in alpha, your nest was just right and the stretch in your cunt was making you purr in delight. Everything was perfect.

Crosshair nodded off finally able to enjoy the quiet now that the omega had been satiated. Wrecker and Hunter decided to bring their mattresses in to the room and arrange them on the floor so they had a place to lounge. Tech continued to check your vitals every few minutes and covered you with another blanket while you napped. He noted you were probably exhausted from not being able to sleep for the past day and a half.

Later, Hunter came into the room with food, stepping over his brothers before reaching your sacred little nest, he knelt down and ran his fingers gently over your ankle rousing you from sleep.

You sighed and yawned looking up at the pretty alpha kneeling over you.

“Are you hungry Ad’ika?” He whispered trying not to disturb the other’s sleep. You nodded and sat up letting the eldest enter into your space.

He very carefully crawled next to you setting the plate in your lap. You eagerly forked down the warmed rations and followed up with more water. When finished you pushed the plate away and crawled into his lap straddling him like you had earlier the day before.

“Y/N.” He crooned running his fingers over your face gently. You smiled and pressed harder into his lap happy to feel his hard length beneath you. You rubbed up against him again spreading your scent along his skin and taking his on too. That familiar fire started to ignite again.

He let you scent him to your desire. This alpha was always trying to please you, you noticed. You nudged your nose under his chin feeling his scruff. You licked his neck tasting him making him shiver. His hands went to your back on instinct grabbing your hips to guide you as you ground down against him.

“Alpha.” You kissed his neck feeling his heart start to accelerate, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” You sighed.

He looked down at you with lust blown eyes, “Fuck lil‘mega.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after Crait.” You confessed. You didn’t know if it was your heat laden brain making you confess, or if it was really you who wanted him to know in this moment, “After they forced us apart, all I could think about was your touch, and your scent. I would touch myself and use those toys pretending it was you.” You purred feeling him explore your naked writhing body.

He suddenly pulled back looking at your flushed face and blown eyes. For a moment you thought you displeased him, but he reached out and grasped your neck bringing you towards his lips.

When he pressed his to yours, you melted. His lips were so soft and his kiss was passionate. You could feel the months of pining behind it as he deepened the kiss. Your hands flew up to his long hair as you ran your fingers through the chocolate strands. You felt him buck up into you making you mewl.

Then you were on your back. The Sargent pushed you into the plush blankets and shoved his briefs down before running his cock through your slick folds.

“I could have killed them for taking you from me.” He growled pushing the tip into your weeping entrance. You gasped at the stretch, “Wanted you so bad ‘mega.” He trust in until he was flush with you, “Could’ve had you like this on my cock instead.” He leaned forwards nuzzling your mating gland and the same place he had cut the implant from you all those moons ago.

He growled licking at the gland filing his hyper sensitive senses with your pheromones. You moaned as he started to thrust powerfully. You could feel his honed strength with every movement. You trilled as you felt his entire body moved in order to pleasure you.

“Fuck alpha.” You whined feeling yourself start to near the edge.

“Everyone’s trying to take you from me.” He growled possessively, “Commander Wolf dreamed of having you like this little ‘mega.” He nibbled lightly at your gland making your entire body rush with excitement, “But little did he know, you’re ours Mesh’la. Our omega.” He teased his incisors along your gland possessively like he was fighting with himself.

You bared your neck trying to entice him to do it. Hunter had to dig his own nails into his hand to stop himself, you were just too precious, offering yourself up like that to him. It was killing him not to just seal the deal and sink his teeth into you and claim you, but he knew his brothers would never forgive him, and neither would he. Instead he continued to kiss the spot despite your squirming.

“Such a good girl.” He crooned, “Taking Tech and Crosshair like a good little omega.” He felt you clamp down on him thinking about how both clones had had their way with you. You remembered seeing the lust filled eyes of Hunter and Wrecker watching you while stroking themselves to release.

You cried out as your orgasm suddenly washed over you. You scrambled against Hunter scratching his chest with your nails trying to wriggle away from the overstimulation. He reached down to grab your neck into his calloused hand and flipped the two of you over so you were on top of him. He held your hip with his other hand as he thrusted up into you with force. You couldn’t help but cry out as he pounded you relentlessly.

You were certain the others were stirring at your sudden noise but you didn’t care.

The sound of your core squelching with every single merciless thrust threw you over the edge violently and you came again with a cry as a gush of wetness coated both you and Hunter.

You collapsed on top of his chest he came with a groan as well. You heaved and twitched feeling the two of you lock together.

“Cyar’ika, did you just…” Hunter held onto you as he tried to look down at where you were connected still. You just nodded hiding your face in his neck. If you weren’t so blissed out you’d be embarrassed… you’d never done that before.

“Holy shit.” He smirked pressing a kiss to your forehead as you dozed off on his warm chest. The Sargent lightly massaged your scalp holding you close to him as you fell back asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

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When you woke the next morning Hunter must have maneuvered you to his side and curled you into his arms. You whimpered suddenly feeling hot again.

“Pip?” Wrecker’s sleep raspy voice cropped up from the corner.

You wriggled against Hunter causing the Alpha to wake up. He immediately scented your pained arousal and sat up looking down at you. Your eyes were nearly black as you pawed at his chest.

“I know Mesh’la.” His groggy voice made a puddle of slick form between your messy thighs. He kicked off the blankets and rolled you over onto your belly before raising your hips up for him. He blinked a few times forcing the sleep from his eyes as he lined you up.

As he sunk in, you let out a desperate cry as you rutted back against him with ferocity. He snarled grabbing your hips in a bruising grip pulling you back onto him.

“M-More alpha please.” You moaned. Hunter sped up his thrusts forcing you to skid up the nest.

You pushed back against him and gave Wrecker a wanton look. The giant kneed his way over to the two of you entering the nest and settling in front of you. You wasted no time shoving his boxers down to pull out his hardening cock. It was massive, just like the clone. You realized when they enhanced his size they must have enhanced everything. Your mouth watered at the challenge.

“Easy omega.” Wrecker petted your head with a gentleness you weren’t expecting, “Don’t hurt yourself.”

You ignored him and opened your mouth to take him. You struggled, that was an understatement. He was far larger than you had ever taken. You shoved him into your mouth making him roar as you forced yourself to swallow him as best as you could. Determined, you allowed Hunter’s rough thrusts to rock you back and forth against Wrecker making him moan loudly. You ignored all of the reflexes in your throat and ran your tongue along the bottom of his shaft using your hands to massage what your mouth couldn’t reach.

To your left you could hear Crosshair and Tech stir in the darkness. They no doubt heard Wrecker’s exclamations.

You pulled yourself off of Wrecker with a gasp feeling a dribble of spit drip down your chin,

“Cross.” You whined waving your free hand around. He was quick to be by your side and guided your hand to where you wanted. You moaned as Hunter hit a particularly good spot before you slid Crosshair into your sloppy mouth. You were stroking Wrecker while you sucked on Crosshair making the Sniper inhale suddenly. You literally knocked the breath out of him.

Around Crosshair’s cock you whined, “Tech!”

You felt Tech’s distinct hands touch your leg before trailing them upwards to your breasts giving you a good squeeze before he pinched your hardened nipples making you yelp around Wrecker’s thick cock.

This only spurred on your desperate frenzy, you couldn’t get enough of them and finally having all of them… it was sending you into the deepest most feral parts of your omega brain.

Then you felt a shift in the blankets under you, when you finally pulled back to look down, you noticed Tech laying down before you with his head between your legs. He grabbed your thighs before nudging his way under you, like he does to the ship’s console, to lick a thick stripe on your clit.

You howled feeling Tech latch onto your clit sucking while Hunter pounded you from behind.

“Fuck!” You screamed unable to help yourself from grinding down on Tech face. He just growled and grabbed your hips pulling you down harder.

“You gonna come Adi’ka?” Crosshair grabbed your hair yanking you off of him. You nodded vigorously showing him how messy your face had become.

“Tech, switch.” Hunter commanded pulling out of you with a wet squelch.

You whined suddenly feeling empty and your climax coming to a halt you let out a frustrated huff. You didn’t miss the way Crosshair smirked at your disappointment. He gave you a patronizing pet to the head before you felt Tech slide inside taking Hunter’s spot.

You whimpered when he picked up where Hunter left off. It wasn’t long before you felt Hunter’s nose nudge your little bundle of nerves and you were left grinding down on him too. You returned to sucking off Crosshair and Wrecker with vigor determined to make them cum.

Tech hit that same good spot and you were suddenly clenching down on him as you were thrown over the edge. Tech grunted as he came, pumping you full of him. However, he quickly pulled out before he could knot you, giving a signal to Hunter and he too stopped what he was doing to sit up.

Confused, and desperate for a knot, you let go of Crosshair and Wrecker and spun around shoving Hunter down onto his back. He hit the floor with a thud forgetting you knew how to pin him after those lessons on Kashyyyk. He realized you weren’t holding back this time.

You growled and crawled over him pinning him under you before mounting him.

“Fiesty little thing.” Hunter let you ride him with amusement as he felt Tech’s cum start to leak out of you.

“She wants that knot, huh Mesh’la?” Crosshair teased.

You just snarled and dug your nails into Hunter’s chest determined to get his knot. How could Tech do that to you, you could cry from how empty you were feeling despite having Hunter inside you.

Crosshair walked around to face you again, this time you were eye level with his glistening flushed cock. You leaned forwards taking him in your mouth again and reached around to fist Wrecker with more vigor then you had before.

You eyed Tech as he watched you with a smirk from the corner of your nest. That bastard. He did that on purpose to rile you up.

Wrecker croaked before you felt his hot spend paint your tits.

“Oh fuck Mesh’la.” He sighed at the site.

Crosshair was quick to follow, you felt him start to twitch in your mouth and you started to double down on your sucking but he pulled out suddenly too, leaving you to chase after him. He grabbed your little neck stopping you in his big strong hands as he jerked off adding his cum to your chest as well. You mewled continuing to bounce up and down on Hunter feeling yourself near your second climax.

Hunter felt you fluttering around him and he reached forwards using his thumb to rub your clit sending you over the edge once again. This time, when he came he didn’t leave you. When you finally felt his knot lock inside you, you screamed in victory and another harsh orgasm hit you hard.

“Kriffing hell.” Hunter winced feeling how hard you convulsed around his knot.

You were sated and thoroughly fucked. You wavered slightly on Hunter’s lap as Tech left to grab a damp towel.

“You okay Mesh’la?” Hunter asked sounding concerned.

You gave him a lazy nod using his chest to keep you upright.

Tech returned walking up to you to wipe away the evidence of his brothers. Once you were clean enough, you flopped forwards back onto Hunter’s scratched up and welting chest.

“I need to hear you say it baby.” He whispered pushing your tangled hair out of your face.

You mumbled into his skin, “I’m okay, just tired.”

Crosshair left to get your breakfast and more water.

You ate without a fuss and drank the water diligently, still seated on Hunter. The Sargent gently stroked your sides affectionately as Tech took the mug from your hands. Crosshair left the empty tray by the door before walking back to the nest.

He gave you a sharp spank to the ass making you yelp and jump on Hunter, the both of you groaned feeling the tug. Crosshair drove into the pile of blankets with a playful smirk on his face. He liked toying with you, you realized.

“Play nice Cross.” Hunter grunted adjusting you slightly to make it more comfortable.

The sniper just laid back in your space ogling your body. You flushed under his attention. For some reason this felt a lot more intimate.

“Mmm.” Hunter rubbed your hipbones, “She likes you watching her.” He felt your insides flutter and he heard your heart start to race. You looked down at him embarrassed. He just smiled reaching up to massage your tits making you preen forgetting the sniper’s intense eyes.

Hunter’s knot went down and you were finally free to leave his soaked lap.

“Can I have a shower?” You asked suddenly a little shy about how much cum you were covered in.

“C’mere Mesh’la.” Wrecker held out his hands which you took. You giggled at the size difference as he pulled you up and off of Hunter. You blushed bright red feeling the Sargent’s cum ooze out of you and down your thigh. It was a lot, you realized it was probably Tech too. You caught a glimpse of his lustful gaze when Wrecked picked you up with ease and carried you to the fresher.

After the Wolffe incident, Tech had finally agreed to refresh the water supply on the Marauder and you were so thankful.

Wrecker set you down and turned on the warm water. You held onto him as the two of you stepped inside letting the water cascade over you.

“You’re so pretty Pip.” Wrecker’s sweet eyes looked you up and down in admiration.

“Thank you alpha.” You pushed yourself into him letting him wash you with his big hands. You felt so small in his presence. You quickly realized how much of a turn on that was. You moaned as his hands massaged the soap into your aching muscles. He chuckled liking your reaction. You stepped back under the stream of water washing all the grime and soap off of you. You then turned to Wrecker who was watching you carefully.

“Wreck…” You sighed bringing your hand up to his cheek. He leaned into your small palm, “I need you.”

He was making the heat return back to your core.

“B-but…” He shook his head, “I don’t want to hurt you Adi’ka.”

“You won’t Wreck.” You were feeling hazey.

“Are you sure?” He was wary. He knew he was larger than most human men.

You nodded and turned around eagerly facing the wall letting the water pour over back you as you stuck your ass out for him.

He stepped closer grabbing your hips giving them a little squeeze before running his finger through your dripping folds brushing up against your clit. You moaned and swayed your hips as he continued to prod at your used hole. He pushed a finger in with ease and you quickly realized just how big Wrecker really was. Your insides fluttered in excitement as he added a second then a third. The third was a stretch but you were loving every second of it.

Then he pulled out his fingers and gripped his leaking cock running it through your folds. He very carefully pushed forwards letting this tip enter slowly first so you know just how big he really is.

You mewled at the delicious stretch thankful that you had been stretched by Hunter right before this. He pushed further in and you were giddy, his normal size was nearly as big as the other’s knots. When he went as far as he could before hitting your cervix, you were panting heavily relaxing all your muscles to take him comfortably. You were filled to the absolute brim.

“Doing so good omega.” He praised, making you clench around him pathetically.

“Mmmm,” He moaned and started to move oh so gently.

You could’t believe how perfectly full you felt. You reached down feeling your belly bulge just slightly from Wrecker rearranging your guts.

“Fuck Wrek!” You whined as he started to move a little faster. You braced yourself against the fresher wall as the giant alpha pounded you from behind.

You were a blubbering mess feeling your knees start to go weak as the pleasure washed over you.

He laughed and pulled out leaving you feeling incredibly empty. He flipped you around and picked up both of your thighs effortlessly heaving you up into the air. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he lined you up and sank you down onto his cock again.

You let out a loud whine as Wrecker fucked you onto his cock like you were his personal cocksleeve.

“So pretty pip.” He leaned forwards kissing your flushed cheek as you struggled to hold onto him. You knew he’d never drop you, but the thrill was making your entire body shake.

“I’m gonna cum!” You gasped feeling your muscles start to contract.

He nipped at your neck and you came with a scream. For the second time in your life, you squirted all over Wrecker’s cock feeling yourself go limp with exhaustion.

He chuckled triumphantly before following close after you. You felt Wrecker lift you slightly just keeping his tip inside as he came avoiding his swelling base.

“The-the others made me promise not to knot you.” He sloppily pressed kisses to your flushed face, “Don’t wanna hurt our girl.”

You shivered. Our… your little omega heart fluttered. The implications of their ownership over you made you tingle with emotions.

When Wrecker finally pulled you off of him, a gush of your combines release poured from your core. You heard him gasp seeing it before he helped you clean up. He wrapped you in a fresh towel and lead you back to his room and to your nest. You happily curled up against Wrecker letting the others snuggle in, giving you assuring little pets and strokes as they dozed off too.

~~~

This is how the next few days went. You’d wake up from your naps in a delirium scrambling for the nearest alpha. They’d of course take care of you, fuck you, knot you, feed you, wash you, and repeat.

You noted that Tech and Crosshair were the most dominant. They liked playing with you, getting you all riled up, sometimes even denying you your orgasms for a bit just to get you to beg for them. They were learning you, trying to figure out what makes you scream. You knew they were the analytical types. They seemed to be cataloguing all the things that make you cum.

Wrecker and Hunter were much more lenient alphas. They just wanted you to feel good and stop your pain. They doted on you the most. Constantly trying to make you comfortable. You fell in love with Wrecker’s strong hands when he’d give you shoulder rubs and little massages and you loved how you could just flop on top of him if you wanted to use him to sleep on.

Crosshair was by far the most territorial and possessive. He didn’t entirely like to share. You could tell by the way he always started to make it into a bit of a competition, thrusting a little harder, keeping score of who makes you cum more, leaving his marks all over your body.

The entire past five days were a blur. You spent most of it on your back having one mind blowing orgasm after another until the final day of your heat came and you were beyond content with everything that had happened.

When you finally came out of the delirium you had really come to terms with that had happened, and you couldn’t have been happier.

That morning, when you woke, the unbearable heat and cramps were finally gone and all you could feel was how badly your muscles ached. You felt thoroughly used.

Rolling onto your back, you stretched your arms up feeling every abused muscle and had to bite back a yelp. The others were still sound asleep when you rolled to your side. You sat up looking at the four alphas curled up in your nest in various states of rest.

They struggled to fit, but it made your heart happy.

Wanting some cuddles, you crawled over Tech and nudged in next to Hunter where you leaned down to nuzzle your head under his heavy arm.

In his sleep, he wrapped his arm around you and hauled you up onto his chest before sighing and slipping back into deep sleep. You too let out a content breath and settled in resting your hand over his steady heart.

You had nearly forgotten you were still stuck on Mimban… that was until Echo came flying into the room disrupting the piece. When the door slid open the others shielded their eyes from the interior lights to see what had disturbed their rest.

“Get up.” Echo commanded.

“What’s going on?” Tech asked shoving his glasses back on.

“Theres… people here.” Echo whispered keeping a hand on his side holster.

The others quickly got up, leaving you in the nest, as they scrambled to get dressed and find their weapons and investigate.

“Stay here omega.” Hunter ordered grabbing his helmet and following after Echo.

Tech gave your shoulder a little squeeze before trialing after the Sargent leaving you alone in the now dark room.

You anxiety started to spike as your scrambled to find your clothes.

~~~

Hunter blinked the sleep from his eyes willing himself to wake up, “What’s going on?”

“I was fixing the last few pieces of the hyperdrive when I saw their man up on that hill.” Echo handed Hunter his scope and pointed in the direction the scout was seen.

When hunter peered down the scope his stomach sank. There was a war party watching them. Their leader sat atop a horse like creature with skin as red as human blood. He had beady eyes and a strange scale like texture to his skin. They seemed to be staring right at the Marauder, and his unit.

“How long have they been watching us?” Hunter asked.

“Not sure.” Echo admitted.

“Are they hostile?” Crosshair peered down his riffle scope.

“It appears in my records of Mimban, the Mimbanese have been historically friends with republic forces. The GAR had been assigned to assist the local tribes men with keeping separatist forces off of their planet’s territory and airspace.” Tech informed.

“So they’re friends?” Wrecker asked.

“Then why did they bring a war party?” Crosshair hissed.

They watched the leader wave his arm in the air signaling the other riders to follow him as he started making his way down the barren hillside.

“They’re coming.” Hunter said getting into a defensive position. The others followed in suit crouching behind the mountain of clay they had dug out days ago.

They watched the war party near, they had riffles strapped across their bellies and decorative grasses making up their clothing. The six legged horses galloped through the clay earth with ease. Very quickly the Marauder was surrounded by these observing humanoids.

The leader guided his horse to pace back and forth while he analyzed the five clones.

He then spoke in a loud booming voice. The language was strange and nothing like any of them had ever heard. Tech very quickly got to work translating the alien language.

“He’s asking who our leader is.” Tech read through his helmet screen.

Hunter stood up taking off his helmet, “Tell him I am.”

Tech translated roughly trying to mimic their accent to the best of his ability. The clan leader responded with a gesture to the ship.

“He’s asking who we are and what has happened here.”

Hunter gestured to the ship then his men, “We crash landed sixteen days ago. We’re trying to fix our ship to leave but we need some replacement parts for our engine, we’re with the Grand Army of the Republic.”

The clan leader narrowed his eyes looking at Hunter.

Hunter looked to his men, “Take off your helmets.”

They quickly disengaged their helmets and showed the leader their unique faces.

“Clones?” He asked pointing between them.

“Defective.” Hunter replied, “We’re a special unit. We were supposed to deliver a message from Kashyyyk to Coruscant when we were shot down.”

The clan leader responded, “We have fought along side your warriors before. We will help you, as you have helped us.”

Hunter nodded in agreement. So they were friends.

Just as Hunter was starting to relax, he heard the clan leader make a surprised noise, then the others made a similar sound. He noticed them all looking to their damaged ship and he whipped his head around to see you poking your head from around the hatch opening looking frightened.

The leader pointed at you and said something aggressively.

You shrunk back regretting your curiosity.

Two warriors walked up to the hatch as other Mimbanese suddenly seized Hunter and the others holding them at gunpoint. The clan leader continued to yell as their weapons were taken from them.

“What is he saying?” Hunter tilted his chin up slightly as one of the warriors poked him with the riffle.

“He wants to know why we’re traveling with a female.” Tech replied in a whisper.

“She’s-” Hunter gritted.

They all heard you scream as you were being backed down the galley. You dove to the right trying to hide in your nest hoping the blast doors could barricade you, but the warriors just pushed it open with the strength of a wookie. You whimpered backing up into your pile of blankets. The two red aliens looked down at you cowering and suddenly stopped their pursuit.

Their eyes widened slightly before they looked at each other and exchanged words.

Then you were being wrenched from the safety of your nest and dragged thought he ship before being tossed out of the hatch, splatting into the clay earth below.

“Y/N!” Hunter growled pushing against the strong hands restraining him.

You sputtered trying to regain your footing when you were once again, being forced into a kneeling position with a gun to the back of your head.

“Let her go!” Your alphas roared.

The red aliens exchanged words before their leader slid off of his horse to approach you. You trembled watching him kneel down in front of you. He grabbed your chin roughly forcing you to look at him.

“They figured out her designation.” Tech informed, “They saw her nest in the ship.”

The clan leader then poked a spindly finger into your shirt collar wrenching back the fabric to reveal your untouched but inflamed mating gland along with a few love marks Crosshair had left over the past few days.

You hissed baring your teeth making the clan leader back up and release your shirt.

He said something else before getting back on his horse.

Tech whispered, “They’re taking her back to their elders.”

You were suddenly lifted up into the air as you fought and flailed screaming as they carried you.

Wrecker acted quickly punching the nearest warrior and used the limp body to throw at a few more. The others quickly fell into action using their close combat skills and knives to ward off the male warriors trying hold them back. They were enraged watching you get manhandled.

They watched you get hauled up onto the clan leader’s horse sitting in front of him despite trying to fight your way out. The animal reared back with a loud whiny making your alphas stop mid fight as you clung onto the saddle for dear life with a shriek.

The clan leader spoke again and Tech translated, “She will be cared for until they can get our ship parts.”

“You cannot take her!” Hunter’s patience was slipping. He watching strangers take his omega from him. He could smell the anger radiating off of his brothers and your distress, “She’s one of us!”

The clan leader shook his head, “This is no place for a female…”

“You don’t get to decide that.” Crosshair snarled. Tech didn’t translate that.

“She’s our mate!” Hunter growled, “You cannot separate her from her pack.”

The leader laughed, “She hasn’t been claimed.”

Hunter knew he was going to kill this man. He locked eyes with you seeing the fear in them. You looked to Echo who was distressed and to the others who had murder in their gazes. Their anger was evident as they tried to figure out how they could overpower the aliens even though they were desperately outnumbered and out armed.

You screamed when the horse suddenly took off making you bounce around violently. The last thing you saw before the clan leader took off was Hunter and the others swinging their fists trying to get to you as your rode off into the distance.

“Y/N!” Hunter screamed.

“Alpha!” You cried trying to lock eyes with him again but the clan leader’s body was blocking your view. You tried to jump off but the red alien gripped onto your midsection with such force. You heard him say something but you couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter anyways. You couldn’t get away, not now…

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