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sleepinghypnos · 7 months

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Female Idol/s x Named Character

(You can insert yourself as the Protag…)

Tags: Smut

Genre: Threesome (Kinda?), Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Female Idol x Named Character (Reader), Cum swallowing, Facial.

Red Velvet Joy & Wendy x Han Jin-woo (Protagonist.)

3rd Person’s POV

Han Jin-woo is a mixed, his mother was pure Korean while his father is Italian-American, His parents decided to live in Korea. He was just 12 years old when his whole world came crashing down. His parents, who were his only family, died in a tragic car accident. Suddenly, he found himself alone and without anyone to turn to.

As an orphan, Han Jin-woo was living with their family’s butler in his house. The butler gave Han Jin-woo knowledge he has to know about his parent’s inheritance. Despite the difficult circumstances, he refused to let his past define him. He was determined to become successful and create a better life for himself.

At the age of 18, Jin-woo received a large inheritance from his parents' estate. Most people would have squandered the money on material possessions and luxuries, but Jin-woo had bigger plans. He used the money to start his own business.

With his sharp business acumen and natural leadership skills, Jin-woo's company quickly became one of the most successful in South Korea. By the age of 26, he was the CEO of a powerful company.

Due to his interest in the Entertainment Industry. He had a vision to merge two of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea, JYP and SM, under one umbrella company. Many thought it was an impossible task, but Jin-woo was determined to make it happen. JYP and SM Entertainment are both facing a huge crisis due to staff negligence, improper management, and backlashes about the songs they produce for their idols. This is the key for Han Jin-woo to devour the entertainment giants.

Through months of intense negotiations and strategic planning, Jin-woo managed to bring JYP and SM together under one company called Deicide Entertainment. The newly formed company became an overnight success, dominating the entertainment industry with its wide range of talents and production capabilities. Jin-woo's name became synonymous with success and his company became a force to be reckoned with.

Not only did Han Jin-woo successfully merge the two companies, but he also revitalized the dying image of idols in JYP and SM, then turn Deicide Entertainment into a multi-faceted media conglomerate that now produces music, dramas, films, and manages some of the biggest names in the industry.

Apart from his business acumen, Han Jin-woo's towering height, chiseled features, and fit physique have also made him a heartthrob in the entertainment industry. His striking looks coupled with his success have made him a desirable figure, and it is no secret that he has had his fair share of romantic encounters. In a society where the personal lives of public figures are heavily scrutinized, Han Jin-woo's sexual activities have sparked controversy and gained him a reputation among his colleagues. However, he remains unapologetic and believes that his personal life has no bearing on his professional capabilities.

2nd Person’s POV (Named Character)

You step into the dimly lit dance practice room, the scent of sweat and determination filling your senses. As the CEO of Deicide Entertainment, you had often visited this place to check in on your artists and make sure everything was running smoothly. Today, you were specifically here to see Red Velvet and their upcoming comeback.

At 28 years old, you had already achieved great success in the entertainment industry. Your company was known for its innovative ideas and with the merging of JYP and SM Entertainment had taken the industry by storm. You were a force to be reckoned with, both in the boardroom and the bedroom.

As you enter the room, you spot the girls of Red Velvet practicing their choreography. They were your top girls, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at the sight of them. But your focus quickly shifted to two members in particular, Son Seung-wan, or as the world knows her as Wendy and Park Sooyoung also known as Joy.

Wendy was known for her powerful vocals and graceful dancing, but in that moment, all you could see was her glistening with sweat as she moved to the music. Joy on the other hand has seductive voice and charismatic aura. They stopped dancing and took a break. And as if sensing your gaze on them, they greeted you together with the other members.

You couldn't resist any longer, your desire for her taking over. You walk towards to the two people that caught your attention, ignoring the startled looks of the other members.

“Follow me, both of you.” You said and greeted the other members of Red Velvet, the two girls followed you to your office.

“Lock the door.” You calmly said and Joy immediately locked it, you wrap your hands on Wendy.

Wendy doesn't resist, her hands instinctively finding their way to your neck, pulling you down for a passionate kiss. The smell of her sweat and the sound of her breathless moans only fueling your desire. You press her up against the glass window wall in your office, your hands roaming over her body hungrily.

With a smirk, you lean down and whisper in Wendy's ear, “Why don't you suck my cock, Wendy?”

Without any hesitation, Wendy kneels down in front of you, unzipping your pants and pulling out your throbbing shaft. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, “the rumors about you really is true.” Wendy said and she bites her lip in excitement. She wraps her soft lips around your girthy 12 inch cock, sucking and licking it with expert skill.

You groan in pleasure as Wendy's hot mouth engulfs you, her tongue swirling around your head while Joy watches from behind her. When Wendy pulls back for air, Joy takes her place, eagerly taking your cock in her mouth and deep-throating it. They take turns pleasing you, choking and gagging on your massive cock as they moan in ecstasy.

As you reach your peak, Wendy and Joy playfully fight over who gets to swallow your load. In the end, they both get a taste, as you have obscene amount of load, their faces are half-covered and mouths are full, you can't help but chuckle at their competitive nature. As they clean you up.

“Joy, lie on the couch and spread your legs.” And before she knew it, she was lying on the couch with her legs spread, while you knelt in front of her. Joy felt her face flush with embarrassment, but also a sense of excitement.

You wasted no time, as you eagerly began to perform oral pleasure on Joy. Joy couldn't help but let out a loud moan as your skilled tongue worked its magic on her. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was driving her wild.

As Joy moaned and writhed on the couch, Wendy could only watch in arousal. She wanted to join but she couldn't deny the intense desire that was building up inside her as she watch her group member enjoys herself.

After a few minutes, you pulled away from Joy, leaving her gasping for air, she reached her peak and now quivering. You set your eyes on Wendy, she aroused and horny, since you are generous, she also get the oral pleasure she deserves. Now both of the idols were wasted just by your tongue alone.

But before Joy could even catch her breath for a little longer, you positioned Joy in all fours, she wasn’t ready to take you inside of her. Being considerate, you slowly entered her, and Joy couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. Wendy's eyes widened in shock as she watched how your cock entered Joy’s pussy.

Your thrusts became faster and more intense, and Joy couldn't contain her pleasure any longer. She was moaning loudly, screaming your name as she reached her peak. “Yes! F-fuck! Fill me, please fill me up! Breed me until I’m bloated.” You followed soon after, both of you collapsing onto the couch in a state of pure bliss. Filling Joy’s womb with your virile seeds.

Wendy is waiting for her turn patiently, you can’t let a woman wait and you lead her to the carpeted floor and she willingly lies down. You look at her, admiring how perfect she looks. You start to undress your top.

As soon as your bodies connect, you feel a shockwave of pleasure course through your entire body. You start to penetrate her slowly, taking your time to make her adjust to your size. Wendy's moans fill the room, and you can't get enough of her. You increase your pace, and she starts to become a wreck under your touch. She loses control, and all that is left is sheer ecstasy.

You are thrusting in and out, letting her feel your weight and muscular physique against her petite body.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air, along with Wendy's moans and gasps. You can feel her reaching her peak, and with one last powerful thrust, she squirts, making you both gasp in surprise.

“I didn't know you could squirt,” you say, while caressing her face.

“I didn't think I could do it either,” she replies, panting. “I'm filling you up just like what I did to Joy,” you say, referring to one of Red Velvet's other member lying on the couch just happily watching.

Wendy nods, surrendering to the pleasure you are giving her. You continue to pound into her, pushing her to the edge over and over again. As you feel your own release approaching, you thrust deeper and came inside of her filling her to the brim. You pull out and watch as your cum flows out of her.

Joy eagerly uses her mouth to catch it all, making you groan in satisfaction, she shared the cum she collected to Wendy by kissing one another.

“Relay my message to Irene after you met with your co-members later.” You said to the girls still kissing. But they nodded because they already knew what the massage was. It’s Irene’s turn…

A/N: I don't know what to write so here, sorry for ghosting those who wants the continuation of the Bodyguard Series.

#kpop smut #smut #kpop fic #wendy smut #joy smut #red velvet smut

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random-things-of-mine · 5 months

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𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Rainbow Factory Wally x GN Reader

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"Don't touch any of the machines, there are camera's everywhere. If you still do I will know about it."

Rainbow stated, already regretting to give his alternative versions a tour in his factory.

"And stop bothering my personal assistant, I need them to focus on their job."

Y/n turned to face him, trying to give him reassuring look.

"They aren't that distracting, I can multi task just just fine.”

"You don't look half bad in that labcoat, better than your boss over there." Opposite mumbled.

"Oh thank you-" Y/n heard him and tried be polite.

"I wasn't complimenting you, geez no need to smile."

"Hmm sure."

His face was slightly flushed as he acted all defensively while they just calmly stared at him.

"I think you would look even better without it~" Lovesick joined the conversation, the tone in his voice was very flirty.

"To bad, the labcoats are mandatory." Y/n laughed, seeing no harm in comment.

They where about to say something else but another one of the bunch was already trying to get their attention.

"Get your grabby hands away from that-"

"You are no fun!"

Rainbow was restraining Opposite from mixing different vials with colors together. Wasting the substances as he had no clue on how the techniques they normally used here.

"My sincere apologies but it seems like three members of our group have disappeared...." Royal said apologetically.

Mob had sneaked away to rob the factory cafeteria snacks. His presence intimidating the poor staff.

Actor went out of his way to give out authographs of himself. Also trying to demand- convince everyone to watch his show.

Original had accidentally gotten separated from the group and gotten lost. He was crying somewhere in random hallway.

"We have a sick patiënt here, we might need to head to the infirmary." Priest added, as he pointed at Lovesick who had black substance leaking from his mouth and eyes, leaving stains everywhere.

So all in all things wheren't going that smoothly.

Rainbow looked like he was about to snap, Y/n took his hand leading him away to empty room.

"I shall ban all of them permanently from setting foot again on my property."

"Boss, you are clearly stressed out, let me handle this."

He looked at them, the cold look in his eyes became a bit softer, a bit more caring.

"No, you shouldn't concern yourself with them. Those idiots are my responsibility, not yours."

"But I want to help you, now sit and relax. Imma bring those puppets in line."

He felt his lips slighty curl up into a amused smile.

He had seen them tackle down escaping test subjects and using the grinder to drain color from bodies. Now he thought about it, this might actually be to easy for them.

"You get twenty minutes to get them all in my office."

"I’ll do it in fifteen if you take me out on to a nice restaurant of my choice and you'll be paying for everything."

Rainbow knew they would purposely pick a really fancy and pricy place to drain his funds. He stared at his watch, contemplating. Y/n waited for his anwser, looking at him challenging him to agree or they would call him a scared chicken to his face.

"You get ten minutes, or else we are splitting the costs."

"Deal!"

"Ah free food~ Nothing I love more in this world." Y/n smiled, letting out a exaggerated sigh.

"I can't believe they charge such a ridiculous amount of money for a simple salad." Rainbow grumpily remarked as he stared at the menu card.

The assistant stared at their boss, happy he took the time to dress up for the occasion, it almost felt like a date.

"If you wanted to hold my hand you could've just asked." They giggled, feigning innocence as his prosthetic was placed on top of their hand (having moved it themselves as he wasn't paying attention).

"I don't recall leaving my hand in that position... someone is in a cheeky mood I see." He said, now putting pressure onto the weight of his arm, trapping their hand under his one.

"Hey! I still need that arm to eat."

"That's to bad, afterall I just wanted to hold your hand so badly." He said mockingly.

Y/n tried to get free but their attempts where in vain, now they couldn't properly eat as they had terrible coordination skills with their other hand.

Rainbow smiled maliciously as he held up a spoonfull of food for them. He used his own free hand to hold it out for them to eat from.

"You seem to be struggling, let me help you."

"I don't want to be spoonfed, I'm not a kid (you wheren't Ophelia 🥰) !"

"Should've thought about that earlier, I don't intend on letting go of your arm now. So accept my offer here or starve."

"Can you at least give me something tasty, I don't want your salad. Unlike you I'm not on a diet."

Rainbow shoved the spoonful of his healthy nutritious meal into Y/n's mouth, deaf to their protests and complaints.

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#wally darling #wally x reader #rainbow factory au #rainbow factory wally x reader #rf Wally #welcome home #some other AU’s where also included for more chaos

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mariacallous · 2 months

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As U.S. Vice President Kamala Harris was nearing the end of her meeting with German Chancellor Olaf Scholz at the Munich Security Conference in February, she requested all staff leave the room, aside from one aide each, according to a White House official and senior U.S. official familiar with the meeting.

Amid high-stakes negotiations to secure the release of a number of U.S. citizens wrongfully detained in Russia, including Wall Street Journal reporter Evan Gershkovich and former Marine Paul Whelan, it had become clear that a Russian assassin imprisoned in Germany—Vadim Krasikov—was the key to unlocking a long-sought-after prisoner exchange with Moscow.

Scholz had been reluctant to release Krasikov, who was convicted of murdering a Georgian citizen in broad daylight in Berlin’s Tiergarten Park and was serving a life sentence.

Harris raised the matter with the German chancellor during the Munich meeting, echoing a request made by U.S. President Joe Biden earlier that month during Scholz’s visit to the White House.

“It was in the run of high-level engagements and a back-and-forth that the president and the chancellor were having that Vice President Harris was actually able to sit face to face with Chancellor Scholz and talk through the elements of this,” said U.S. National Security Advisor Jake Sullivan in a press briefing on Thursday.

While Thursday’s historic multi-country prisoner exchange, which saw the release of 16 people from Russian prisons, was the result of years of diplomatic efforts across the U.S. government and in collaboration with partners in Europe, Harris’s meetings in Munich helped to move negotiations forward, according to the two officials who spoke to Foreign Policy on condition of anonymity.

“The VP certainly moved the ball forward in the meeting with Scholz,” said the White House official.

Harris also tasked her staff with setting up a meeting with Slovenian Prime Minister Robert Golob at Munich upon learning that the country had detained two Russians on suspicion of espionage, which could possibly be used as part of a trade with Moscow. That made Harris the most senior U.S. official to engage with the Slovenian leader on the matter at the time. The two Russians were ultimately released by Slovenia as part of the trade on Thursday, alongside six others from Poland, Norway, Germany, and the United States.

News of the vice president’s role in the negotiations comes as her foreign-policy record is being closely examined as she emerges as the presumptive Democratic presidential nominee following Biden’s announcement last month that he had decided not to seek reelection.

In remarks on Thursday, Harris said of the prisoner swap, “We never stopped fighting for their release. And today, in spite of all of their suffering, it gives me great comfort to know that their horrible ordeal is finally over.”

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starberrrry · 9 months

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Probably finalized designs for my Chaos Quest au! I love how these look! I'm going to talk about it now because it plagues my mind every second. So if you want more info read below! vvv

Chaos Quest is my au of Sonic which is basically set in a fantasy rpg! These five are the main "heroes" of the story with other side stories that tie into the overall story. The gist is the Master Crystal has been shattered and a prophesied hero must gather them along with the 7 Chaos Crystals to unite the 7 kingdoms and defeat an evil darkness plaguing the land. Very tropey but I love rpg tropes. :)

Below is some basic info about each character. vvv

there are probably typos and weird wording because my proofreader isn't with me atm so bear with me

~Sonic~

Class: fighter

Weapon: Ringblade - Multi-blade (can be a single blade, propeller sword, or dual sword)

Icon element: wind

Backstory: found alone and unconscious on the beach of South Island, Sonic was adopted into the Prower family with Tails becoming his little brother. He remembers little, but doesn’t let that bother him much. Sonic and Tails enjoy helping other islanders with menial tasks and taking care of occasional monster appearances. One day a storm wreaks havoc on South Island and Sonic hears a mysterious voice.

~Tails~

Class: artificer

Weapon: Cyclone Cannon (powered by chaos drives)

Icon element: lightning

Backstory: Tails was bullied for his abnormality of two tails but his new brother put an end to that quickly. He and Sonic quickly bonded after Sonic was adopted into their family. Despite being a little bit anti-social, he loves helping his neighbors with inventions and testing them out by fighting monsters. He usually follows along with Sonic’s adventures, but some seem crazier than others.

He can be timid and anti-social but he is ready to help where he can. Despite his gentle heart he had a habit of giving sarcastic remarks. He is very intelligent, but lacks street smarts and is very naive about the world.

~Knuckles~

Class: Brawler

Weapon: Iron Arms

Icon element: earth

Backstory: After his parents died, Knuckles was left alone on the floating Angel Island. He takes care of the creatures and old ruins of his ancestors. His sole duty is to keep guard of the Master Crystal. He often prays and calls out to the spirits of the island but no one answers back. One day strange shadowy monsters attack the island and shatter the Master Crystal, causing the shards to scatter into the world. Without the Master Crystal, the island falls and Knuckles is left calling to his ancestors to find out what to do.

~Amy~

Class: Paladin

Weapon: Heart Smasher

Icon element: fire

Backstory: Amy grew up with a great sense of care for others, that’s why she joined the Heroes Guild. Despite her drive to help others, she is often underestimated and taken advantage of, which is why she hasn’t advanced in the ranks. She often takes circumstances at face value and sometimes it can get her in trouble. She still takes every small task she can if she believes it will make a difference. When Sonic and his party arrive in Stella City, Amy convinces them to join her so she can ascend the ranks help them with their quest.

~Cream~

Class: healer

Weapon: Angel Staff, Cheese the Chao

Icon Element: water

Backstory: Cream and her mother Vanilla manage a chao dragon reserve outside of Stella City. Her soft and kind heart for everyone pushed her to join the Heroes Guild with her best friend Amy. She’s usually the voice of reason for Amy when her ambitions outgrow her capabilities.

Thank you for reading!

#sonic au #chaos quest au #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #amy rose #sonic fanart #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #cream the rabbit

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theseareregularthoughts · 1 month

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soap headcanons

reboot john mactavish they could never make me hate u. requested by @burnt-tortellini

⤷ regularly held back after class or schooltime for detention due to discipline related issues in school. repeat-offender. regularly suspended for acting out or mouthing off at staff, but managed to get most of his homework in on time- got high grades (somehow) in end of year exams, likely through last ditch efforts.

⤷ big family, in theory. mactavish family gatherings are multi-day affairs when everyone gets together, which isn't often. - it should be noted that "big family" doesn't mean functional. personally, i think soap grew up in a traditional scottish family, not exactly devout catholics, but religious enough. ⤷ his relationship with his family is under more pressure than you'd expect. i imagine soap being neither the oldest nor the youngest, but somewhere in the middle, with a mix of brothers and sisters, primarily older brothers, with one older sister. probably one of five kids, in a rural environment involving livestock of some kind; sheep, most likely. - soap's big siblings are significantly older than him; the youngest age gap being almost a decade. it makes talking to them difficult. it had been happening gradually for years, but the amounts of times soap returned home from christmas gradually dwindled. he argues with his father even when he doesn't go in with that intention, but he loves his mother.

⤷ habitual smoker, though not half as often as other members of the task force- made the effort to quit a while ago, and still hasn't completely, but he wears nicotine patches while on missions, rather than carrying cigarettes, more often than not. that doesn't mean he won't bum one off Price or Ghost if the notion really strikes him. ⤷ an awful liar, even when it comes to harmless things like surprise birthday parties. being raised in a house with four other kids, it's hard to keep secrets; that rubbed off on him. was usually the first one to be caught out in a lie out of all his siblings.

this is a little longer than the others oops

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freejobalert1 · 2 years

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sukunastits · 10 months

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Weaponized Incompetence -

Weaponized Incompetence 1/?

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x reader, fem pronouns

Warnings: none, sfw.

MacTavish was, without a doubt, one of the most patient and kind Sergeants you had ran across in the SAS, made even odder by the fact that he was a Sergeant in one of the most elite Task Forces in British military history. But he was. He was firm and encouraging, always willing to answer (reasonably) stupid questions, and the least likely between himself and Sergeant Garrick to absolutely lose his shit.

Admittedly, Sgt. Garrick had been pushed to the metaphorical edge by a very, very stupid troop who just didn’t know when to quit. He probably would have handled it better, if it hadn’t been the first week of evaluation. You couldn’t really hold it against the Sergeant.

Six months later, and Sgt. MacTavish had kept a distressingly cool head. You weren’t fond of it; it left a lot of questions. Where was the line? How would he react when it was crossed? How did he handle anger - was he a shouter? Mr. Cold Shoulder? You had seen Sgt. Garrick at his limit; a shouter. Captain Price was authoritarian to his core; disappointed, and willing to hand out fitting punishment to ensure it didn’t happen again. Ghost, terrifyingly, appeared to be a cold shoulder kind of guy; the kind of petty, what are you talking about, I’ve never heard of Trooper Johnson a day in my life while maintaining eye contact with said never existed Trooper.

Initially, it hadn’t bothered you. But the longer it went on, the more you wondered. And obviously you couldn’t do anything serious to trigger him. You weren’t about to risk your tenuous place on the 141, even as a tertiary member. Which left your favorite method - playing as stupid as humanly possible.

Never about anything work related. You had fought tooth and nail for the respect you earned as one of maybe 20 female front line soldiers. No, you had to act stupid about the stupid things.

You started small. Spotting the mohawked sergeant in line at the cafeteria, sliding your way behind him with a beatific smile at Troop Russell, who let you into line with a resigned air. Carefully brushing your shoulder against the sergeant, welcoming his easy greeting like a witch letting children into her gingerbread house.

“You know,” you started, in a way that anyone who shared a barracks with you knew was a bad sign. “I’ve never figured out why people think chickens lay eggs.”

Smiling vacantly to hide the incandescent joy of shit-stirring, you watched as the sergeant stuttered, brows closing together in confusion. You could practically see the thoughts growing in that pretty little head; is she being serious? Is this a joke?

No joke, you thought giddily, still maintaining a deviously blank poker face. Go on, you know you wanna.

“What are ye talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Eggs,” you answered, slow enough to cast a questionable tone. Like you couldn’t understand why he would be confused. “They come from cows.” By this point, the line had stalled, Sergeant MacTavish bewildered enough to cease multi-tasking. You couldn’t blame him. Walking single file while cafeteria staff handed you food was probably a difficult task when dealing with yourself. You wouldn’t know - you were everyone else’s problem, never your own.

Pointedly, you looked at the lone, hard boiled egg resting on his plate, and then past his shoulder to the stretch of no man’s land between him and the person in front of him. At least a meter of space. He jolted into action, the hiss of his plastic tray frissioning against the metal ledge covered by his pretty, deep baritone. “Eggs are poultry, lass. They do come from chickens.”

“See, everyone thinks that,” you shook your head. From the corner of your eye, you can see Troop Russell, chin tucked to his chest. Troop Russell has never won a game of poker in his life. You’ve never played poker with him, but you know this for a fact as well as you know that chickens do, obviously, lay eggs. “But they’re wrong. They come from cows; its why they have a second stomach. Its how they regurgitate eggs.”

They key to saying this kind of off the wall shit, you’ve learned, is to never give anyone time for a reasonable retort. It’s why you decided to corner him in the lunch line, a bunch of military ducks in a row that clears out relatively fast. Content with the microwaved chicken sandwich dressed up with a single leaf of lettuce, fruit cup, singular rolling egg, and squat baby water bottle on your tray, you decide it’s time to make your escape.

“C’mon, think about it sergeant - if eggs come from chickens, why are they in the dairy aisle? With all the dairy?” And there it is, quick but beautifully vindicating; a flash of what the absolute fuck across his adorably disgusted little face. Not yet fed up with your shit, but certainly in disbelief of it.

“Anyways, have a nice lunch, Sergeant,” you grin, practically floating to your usual table. Moments after you settle onto the bench, Troop Russell is sliding in next to you. “This is going to end horribly,” he points out.

“But hilariously,” you counteract. “Don’t ruin this for me.” Deciding to start with your victory egg - the catalyst of your nonsense - you make eye contact with Sergeant MacTavish as you bite into it. Three rows away and seated diagonal from your own table, he’s ignoring the seemingly content ramblings of Sergeant Garrick to squint at you. Confused. But, like those dumb ass kids who saw a gingerbread house in the middle of haunted woods, you knew he wouldn’t walk away. Oh no. Too baffled by the incongruousness, he would walk right in.

Blame it on daddy issues, or problems with authority, but you refused to work with a man without knowing what he was like madder than a bull. And something about easy, pretty Sergeant MacTavish told you whatever outcome? It would be fun.

anywho, I have no idea & am screaming into the void 🥴

#John MacTavish x reader #Soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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Still Into You

Summary: Cassian stumbles into the middle of Feyre and Rhysand's yearly mating anniversary, and learns the secret to making a relationship last: lying.

Thanks to @the-lonelybarricade for this drabble prompt. In her defense, I play blatant favorites and also she suggested this yesterday.

2k words

Cassian knew better than to be in the house any time leading up to the anniversary of Rhys’s mating bond. Everyone knew it, to be fair, making themselves scarce for a solid month and hoping when they did return, Rhys had gotten it out of his system. It was the night of, and normally Cassian wouldn’t risk being anywhere near the smells likely leaking out of the River House if it weren’t for one thing:

Nesta had left her favorite book in the guest room. She hadn’t asked him to get it for her, nor had she said one word to him, specifically, about wanting to finish reading. He’d overheard her lamenting to Gwyn and Emerie that she’d left on a cliffhanger while her friends had gloated over knowing the ending.

Cassian figured he could brave his brother for a few minutes in order to give his own mate some satisfaction, too. Cassian arrived just as night began to fall, blanketing Velaris in shadowed, pinky hues. He moved quickly, wings tucked tight against his body. He could do this.

His hands were sweaty as he turned the knob, heart pounding in his throat. It wasn’t that Cassian had an aversion to sex, or that he was too delicate to hear it. Though he certainly didn’t want to hear what Rhys might do to Feyre, who he loved like a sister, it was the mindless aggression that came with the acceptance of the bond. Cassian knew it too well—he’d nearly taken Lucien Vanserra’s head off for wishing Nesta a good morning while passing down a hall once. Rhys was the High Lord and already territorial even in his most rational moments.

If he caught Cassian sneaking through his home, he might think Cassian was after his mate and then Cassian would have to fight him. He made his steps quiet, an arduous task given the size of him. Maybe he should have asked Az, who’d vanished the mere second Feyre had cheerfully announced her upcoming anniversary. He was likely burrowed somewhere deep in the content by now.

Bastard.

Cassian’s nostrils flared at the scent of something rotten…something burning, something—something…

“Cassian!” Feyre’s voice interrupted his wild attempts to figure out what he was scenting. Diverting his attention from the sweeping wooden steps that would take him to the guest room he’d defiled more often than he cared to admit, Cassian pivoted toward the dining room. Rhys was perched at the head of the table, those violet eyes glittering not with anger or suspicion, but amusement.

Cassian turned again, one palm raised in apology. His eyes snagged on the painting Feyre had done of him and Nesta at their mating ceremony—fuck Nes was so beautiful clad in all that flowing white—and forgot to say anything.

That was his first mistake.

“Did you come for dinner?”

Dinner? He turned again, tearing his eyes off Nesta in her mating gown and the rising memories of what he’d done to that dress in the aftermath to look at Feyre. “You made dinner?”

He didn’t know Feyre knew how to do that.

Of course she did—and she invited all of you, which she does every year, came Rhys’s smooth voice. Sit down and smile.

Mating bond chafing already, Rhys? Cassian couldn’t help his taunt, stepping onto the sand colored rug beneath the elegant table. They’d had many a meal here—prepared by the serving staff, by Elain, and once by a red faced Lucien, clearly at Elain’s prodding. Never Feyre, though.

“I did come for dinner,” Cassian lied, curious as to what was happening. Rhys was utterly relaxed, his head tilted toward Feyre who was an utter mess of ingredients. Multi-colored smudges of food substances graced her high cheekbones, her braided golden brown hair, and the soft slope of her collarbone. And though she wore an apron, he could see it had done little to protect her long sweater and leggings beneath.

“I was beginning to think no one ever would,” his High Lady said, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I’ll make another plate.”

I was dawning on Cassian that the terrible smells were coming from the kitchen. Feyre vanished behind Rhys, trailing her fingers over his shoulder before she went. Rhys immediately leaned forward, his face harsh and unforgiving.

“You’ll eat everything she serves you with a smile,” he growled, looking more battle ready than Cassian had seen him in a long time.

“Why didn’t you tell us Feyre invited us to dinner?” Cassian asked instead, well aware his brother was hogging her attention. Rhys’s lips pulled over his teeth, smothered when Feyre reappeared balancing three plates on her arms. The smell hit Cassian like an arrow to the chest. It was a mixture of rotting, hot garbage and fish, somehow both salty and sweet.

“What brings you down?” Feyre asked, taking Rhys’s other side opposite Cassian, unaware of the vicious stare her mate was lobbying at Cassian. As if he’d ever insulted her.

“Rhys promised Nesta some new dresses,” Cassian said slickly, slamming the walls of his mind closed before his brother could argue.

Why not have a little fun while he was here? That sharp talon sliced brutally against his consciousness, but Feyre, so obviously and openly delighted, kept Rhys from doing anything but offering a too sensual smile. “I came to collect the coins…and a book Nes left upstairs.”

“You should have brought her!” Feyre declared. Rhys looked at Cassian with a look that said, now you’ve done it.

“She wanted to come so badly,” Cassian replied, feeling bad for the lie. He hadn’t yet looked at his plate, but he knew from smell alone Nesta would not have been able to keep her reaction from her face.

“She’s helping Emerie with something for her shop.

“That’s so generous,” Feyre, unaware that neither Rhys or Cassian had begun eating, turned to her own plate. Finally, Cassian looked down, his stomach flipping. This was the Illyrian war camps all over again. Some sort of mystery meat, covered in a blackened sauce and surrounded by a limp, too-wet vegetable greeted him.

“Wine?” Cassian asked casually, and with a snap of Rhys’s fingers, three goblets appeared before them. Rhys began cutting his over-done, too tough meat with all the grace and elegance of a well-bred High Lord. Feyre didn’t watch at all, doing the same. Cassian lacked their easy graces and, to be perfectly honest, was desperate to escape. Not just the meal, but the way Rhys’s eyes kept darting to Feyre and how they both thought Cassian couldn’t see Feyre’s hand sliding up Rhys’s thigh. Mother save him, he thought, forking his piece of meat and bringing it to his lips.

The taste was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life. In a bad way. As though Feyre had concocted a dirt and wet cat meal when he knew full well she’d added neither. His High Lady was beaming at him, his High Lord glowering, both waiting for his assessment.

“Wow,” he finally managed, swallowing while holding his breath. He’d had worse meals, he told himself, though not for centuries, certainly. This would have been gods sent back when he’d been starving. He might have begged for second helpings, even.

Now, though…?

You’ve gotten soft, came Rhys’s snarling assessment in his mind. Whoops. He’d dropped his shield.

“Elain is teaching me,” Feyre told him, eyes shining with pride. “We’re bonding.”

You need to get Elain out of your house, Cassian told Rhys silently. She’s a terrible teacher.

Rhys looked like he might throttle Cassian. “Try the vegetables,” he said instead, spearing his own on a fork. Rhys ate like it was the finest meal he’d ever had. Cassian did, too, nearly gagging when they dissolved into wet mush on his tongue. Gods, this had to be torture—something Az had devised, or maybe some divine retribution for past crimes he couldn’t recall. Cassian couldn’t do it, bracing his hands on the table just as another invisible force shoved at his shoulders.

Sit down and finish dinner, Rhys ordered silently, smiling at his mate.

“You’ve outdone yourself this year.”

“I burned it a little—”

“I like the char,” Rhys informed her smoothly. Cassian was close to gagging, not from the taste but the purr in Rhys’s voice.

I’m trying to eat here, he grumbled loudly so they could both hear him. Feyre smothered a smile, attacking her food again while Rhys remained unbothered and smug. The quickest way out of this, Cassian realized, was to just finish his food and make his excuses to leave. Cassian was beginning to believe no good deed went unpunished, not when he had to choke the rest of the meal down between long gulps of wine. Rhys and Feyre were becoming more heated by the moment, clearly having some silent conversation Cassian wanted to know nothing about.

Rhys finished before Cassian somehow, sliding his plate toward his mate.

“Is there more?”

Cassian choked. Surely Rhys was joking.

“I gave it to Cassian,” Feyre said apologetically as Cassian rose from his chair so quickly it nearly toppled to the floor. Rhys glanced towards him, now inching back to the hall.

“A moment, darling,” Rhys said smoothly, rising from his chair. “I owe Cassian some money.”

“Thank you for coming,” Feyre told Cassian with the sweetest smile. Cassian immediately felt bad for every mean thought he’d had about her cooking.

“Can’t wait for next year,” Cassian said, thinking he’d force Azriel to join him. Rhys was quick, hand on Cassian’s shoulder as he led him into the hall and up the stairs. The sound of dishes clattering chased them away, and Cassian couldn’t help himself.

“Do you really enjoy her cooking?” he asked the moment they’d reached the landing.

“Yes,” Rhys replied immediately. “Every year Feyre recreates our mating bond by making me a meal, and every year she tries to outdo the last. Tell me, brother. If Nesta cooked you a mating meal, would you refuse it over the taste?”

Fuck no. And while the thought of Nesta in the kitchen certainly amused him, he knew he would have licked the plate clean had she ever put in the effort it took to cook something. Rhys could hear his every racing thought, his face settling.

“Exactly,” Rhys said, digging in his pockets. “For Nesta’s dresses.” Cassian took the money, well aware Nesta would spend it on books.

“Have fun,” Cassian called over his shoulder, making his way toward the guest room.

“You have five minutes,” said Rhys, his steps thundering down the stairs. Cassian snatched the book from a side table and went out the window when he heard Feyre’s loud, happy giggling floating up the stairs. Good for them.

Cassian didn’t need to see what Rhys was doing to the dining table he’d just been sitting at. In fact, Cassian didn’t think he dared a breath until he was back up at the House of Wind, strolling into the bedroom he shared with Nesta. She was already in a night dress, her hair unbound and falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

“Lovely,” he couldn’t help but say, grinning as he strolled in. Nesta looked up, those silvery blue eyes narrowed as he tossed her book to the bed and Rhys’s coins on the desk at the end of the room.

“You went to see them?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “How was it?”

Cassian shrugged. “Fine. And then weird. But mostly fine. It was worth it to get your book,” he added as she picked it up. Nesta’s face erupted with delight, looking up at him with unguarded pleasure. Cassian slid onto the bed, unlacing his boots so he could stretch out beside her.

“Well, thank you,” she said, brushing her lips over his jaw. He knew he was going to lose her to the book in a moment, and took the opportunity to ask, “Would you ever cook for me?”

She started to scoff before truly looking at him. “I don’t know the first thing about cooking,” she admitted. “It would be awful.”

She had no idea. Cassian was willing to wager it couldn’t be any worse than what he’d just eaten, though. “That’s okay.”

Nesta held his gaze. “You better eat all of it,” she grumbled, settling back against the mountain of pillows propping her up. Cassian grinned, diving beneath the blankets to take her with him.

"When has that ever been a problem, Nes?”

And for once, Nesta had no comeback to offer.

#feysand #nessian #feyre x rhysand #nesta x cassian #is it really lying if rhys is enjoying himself???#i dont think so

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sf-re-post-heaven · 2 months

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The magnificence and exquisite beauty of Priscilla of SmokingModels (Florida, U.S.A.). With a friend, both looking lovely and enjoying their all-whites! Part of an explosion of images of her on our new network! Check'em out here and on King of SF Aficionados!

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lilypadlys · 14 days

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Lest Your Star Fade

Aether tries to not let on how much the rest of the pack being away on tour is affecting him. Omega is having none of it.

Ship: Aether/Omega

Word Count: 3,306

Rating: Explict, NSFW

Tags: smut, light angst, fluff, tail play, blow jobs, anal fingering, rimming, anal sex, knotting

Notes: For @delusionalandferal Omega/Aether smut as promised with a side of angst cause you said you like it. Hope you enjoy!

Read below the cut or on AO3

The rest of the pack is away on tour, leaving Aether and Sunshine alone in the ghoul den. They’re both doing their best to put on brave faces. It’s painful to be separated from their family. They both fear that letting themselves feel the full brunt of it would see them shatter into pieces.

Aether thinks he’s hiding it all pretty well. He shows up to his shifts in the infirmary on time and offers to stay late. Maintains his calming bedside manner. Cracks jokes with the other staff over coffee breaks. Back in the den, he does everything he can to support Sunshine. He’s always up to cuddle, fuck, stay up and watch movies together all night. Anything to make sure she doesn’t feel so alone.

It’s at night though; when he curls up into bed with Sunshine to sleep. Well, she sleeps. He stares at the ceiling. He pets her hair and uses his quintessence to keep her nightmares at bay. What little he does sleep at night is fitful. During infirmary shifts he sneaks into the old exam rooms, no longer in use, for cat naps between emergencies. He eats only because he has to. Otherwise he tries to stay constantly busy.

Omega is having none of it.

The elder quint has tried to confront Aether on it. Asked if there's anything he can do to help. Reminded him to eat and sleep. Even banned him from coming to work for a week. Aether just volunteered to help the clergy with paperwork until a flu outbreak necessitated his presence in the infirmary once more.

Omega is beyond determined to get Aether to rest; resolved to tie him up and knock him out with quintessence if it comes to it. Fortunately a certain multi ghoulette comes to him with a plan. The next day he puts it into motion.

“Hey Aeth?”

“Hmm?” Aether looks up from his coffee he’d been staring blurily into. “What’s up?” He barely suppresses a yawn.

Omega bites his tongue to avoid voicing another blatant plea for Aether to get some sleep. Instead he scratches his chin.

“Do you have a copy of Magnus’ Treaties on Quantum Realities?”

Aether snorts.

“Need some bedtime reading? That book’s a bore. So dry it’ll put you right to sleep.”

Maybe you should read it then, Omega almost mutters.

“Nah, need it for the research the clergy’s having me do.”

It’s a believable response. In their retirement, the quint ghouls are often tasked with research projects for the clergy in their spare time.

“Ah. Yeah I think so. You're welcome to grab it and any other books you need.”

“I tried the other day but I couldn’t find it.” Not even a lie. Omega indeed couldn’t find the book, though he didn’t exactly try very hard. He just needed to know it would be in plain sight.

“Hmm? You know how my shelves are organized. Alphabetically by topic and then author-”

“And then volume, yeah. It wasn’t there.”

“Oh…hmm. Maybe it’s in the overstock boxes in my closet. We can check there but it might take a while.”

They both know going through those boxes is akin to an archeological dig. Unlike Aether’s neatly organized shelves, the boxes are a mishmash of titles and topics due to acquiring the books at an estate sale and never having time to sort through them. Then any books he doesn’t have shelf space for get added and the task just gets worse.

“Doesn’t the library have a copy?”

Omega nods but frowns. “Well, yes but it’s been checked out indefinitely. Cowbell has a reward out for it’s safe return.”

“That bad? Who checked it out?”

“Alpha.”

“Yeah it’s gone forever. Lets find my copy and when you’re done with it you can give it to Cowbell.”

“Sounds good.”

When their shifts end, Omega all but shoves Aether out the door. He shoots a look behind him, mouthing to the night shift staff, no emergencies, before following behind. On the way to the den, a sibling tries to catch their attention to ask for help with something. One stern look from Omega from behind Aether’s back, has them deciding to find someone else. Fortunately after that, they make it to the den without incident.

The den is quiet of course, but Aether’s surprised to not see Sunshine. She’s gone from her usual early evening moping spot on the couch. Aether usually meets her there after his shift. He shrugs it off when Omega continues past him to his room.

In the room, Aether stands before the closet. He sighs, sliding the door open. He looks up though when he hears the bedroom door click shut. Omega stands, arms crossed and giving Aether a stern look.

“Megs?”

“Sorry, Aeth. I didn’t want to lie but you need to rest. Doctor’s orders.”

“Mega…”

“Nuh uh. On the bed. Put your feet up. Get some sleep for Satan's sake.”

They square off giving each other impressive staredowns. Both stubborn as mules, it has the potential to last a while. Aether only breaks first because Omega full on scoops him up and dumps him on the bed. Thus starts an impromptu wrestling match. The room fills with grunts and growls from the both of them. Aether’s strength and bulk is impressive but Omega has him beat. It’s a quick struggle, Omega ultimately pinning Aether on his back, much to the latter's annoyance.

“Fuck off already!” Aether’s rare to curse, only doing so in jest or when genuinely angry. “I’m fine, alright?”

“No you’re not Aeth.” Omega sighs, exasperated. “You're exhausted. Why won’t you give yourself permission to rest.”

“Because I can’t!” Aether seethes. He gets in Omega’s face, baring his fangs.

“Why not!” Omega’s yelling now, his own frustration boiling over.

“I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking sleep!” Aether snarls. “All I can think about is everyone gone on tour thinking I abandoned them and I’m so lonely!” As he says it, his voice catches. “I miss them…” He breaks off and slumps on his back.

They regard each other in silence.

“Oh Aeth.” Omega finally sighs. He rolls off Aether’s chest to lay at his side, spooning him. “They miss you too, you know. They don’t think you abandoned them. Don’t you all video call most nights?”

“Yeah, I know…but then I have these nightmares and-ugh! I’m so tired but I’m scared to sleep. I don’t want Sunshine to feel like this. I’ve been trying to help her…”

“But you haven’t let her help you.”

“...”

Aether can’t deny it. In the same way he’s dodged Omega’s attempts to stop him overworking himself, he’s also brushed off Sunshine’s inquiries into his own wellbeing.

“I should be fine…”

“And why is that? Why should you be fine? It’s okay to be upset.”

“I feel like I have to be strong. I’m not the one out there, tired from jet lag, playing every night. I have it easy compared to them right now.”

“And? That doesn’t mean you don’t have your own challenges back here. There's always some emergency in the infirmary. And the research project the clergy has you doing isn’t easy either.”

“I don’t know. You always seem to handle it all so well.”

Omega huffs. “Not all the time. I get just as tired and burnt out sometimes. That’s when I rely on the people around me to help. I know you don’t have most of your pack right now but you have Sunshine. You have me, Alpha, Zephyr, Mist, and all the rest. Please don’t block us out.”

Aether sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just stubborn. I feel like I should be able to fix everything, and help everyone, and never have any problems. I know it's unrealistic.”

“Maybe, but you have a good heart and there's nothing wrong with that.”

“Mmm. Omega?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Of course Starlight. Want me to stay here with you tonight?”

“What about Sunshine? I don’t want her to have to spend the night alone.”

“She’s fine I promise. She’s spending the night with Mist.” He sees Aether frown and quickly adds, “And not because she’s mad at you or anything. All of this was her idea.”

“What did I do to deserve you all?”

“Being your amazing, loving, if stubborn self. Now come here.”

Omega pulls Aether close and presses kisses to the side of Aether’s neck. Aether rolls over so they’re face to face. This time when Omega leans in, their lips meet. It’s a chaste kiss, one where they tip their foreheads together and look into each other’s eyes lovingly when they pull back.

“Now let me take care of you dammit.”

Aether huffs but teasingly this time.

“Okay.”

Omega helps Aether pull off his shirt and roll onto his stomach. He kneels next to him and begins kneading at Aether’s shoulders. Aether can’t help but grunt as Omega digs the heel of his hand into a sore spot.

“Sorry. Know it hurts. Promise this’ll help relieve some of that tension.”

Omega lets sparks of quintessence gather in his palms before pressing it into Aether’s shoulder blades. He’s rewarded for his efforts with a breathy sigh. Aether’s tail seeks out Omega’s forearm and gives an appreciative squeeze.

As Omega works his magic, figuratively and literally, Aether melts into the bed. The tension oozing out of him is almost tangible. Between the repetitive motions and the buzz of quintessence, Aether’s a sleepy, purring puddle in no time.

After a while, Omega moves his ministrations downwards. Under the guise of massaging Aether’s glutes and thighs, Omega gets a handful of the base of his tail and strokes it. The effect is immediate. Aether makes a surprised chirp and his hips twitch before he can disguise the movement. Omega grins and does it again. He doesn’t miss how Aether’s eyes go from lazily shut to lids fluttering as he works over his sensitive tail.

He quickly abandons all pretense and fully strokes Aether’s tail from base to spade, running his hands up and down. He suddenly lathes his tongue over the spade and Aether makes a choked noise and cranes his head back to look over his shoulder. Omega just grins before taking the spade fully into his mouth and sucking. Aether’s eyes roll back as he makes a beautiful noise and very unsubtly rocks his hips into the mattress. Omega chuckles.

“Want some help with that?”

Aether raises his hips and begins to shuck his pants in reply. He takes too long trying to unknot the drawstring of his scrub pants that Omega just flips him over to do it himself. He pulls his pants and boxers off in one movement and splays Aether’s legs with a hand on either thigh.

Aether will throw his weight around during sex at his partner’s request but it’s not often that he himself is manhandled. It makes his cock throb and his head spin to be put into position so easily. The hungry look on Omega’s face and the quintessence in his system just makes him feel even more needy for it.

A slight smile creeps onto Aether’s face.

“Was you sucking my dick Sunshine’s idea too?” He teases.

Omega rolls his eyes but matches Aether’s amused grin.

“No, that was my idea. Now shut up and let me suck you off already.”

Omega interrupts whatever cocky reply starts to form on Aether’s lips by ducking his head and taking Aether’s length into his mouth. Aether moans instead, hands flying to lace in Omega’s hair.

Omega puts his all into sucking Aether off, determined to get him brainless and messy. On the receiving end, Aether’s not entirely sure if Omega’s not just trying to fully suck his soul out through his dick. In short, the sensation has him seeing stars.

Omega has no trouble fully taking him down so his nose rests in Aether’s bush. He swallows around him before pulling off to breathe and licking his way from root to tip along the way. Upon latching back on, he suckles at the tip in a way that has Aether having to forcibly hold back from harshly thrusting into Omega’s mouth. Then he takes him deep all over again. It’s tight, and hot and wet. The occasional graze of a fang has him trembling. And the way Omega maintains eye contact through it all makes Aether feel stripped down to the bone.

Unsurprisingly, it's not long before Aether is breathing heavily and his thighs start to shake.

“Ah-hhhh,” He hisses and tugs at Omega’s hair. “Close!”

He feels Omega hum around him which of course only ratchets him closer. He tugs again in warning. Omega flicks his brows mischievously, takes him down a final time, and sucks hard.

Aether comes with a groan, eyes rolling back as he shoots down Omega’s waiting throat. Omega continues sucking, swallowing his release down and milking him for all he’s worth. Only when Aether’s moans become hurt grunts does he pull off, licking his lips.

“H-hahh…” Aether catches his breath. “Ohh…thanks Megs.” He sighs breathily.

Omega crawls up to kiss his blush dusted cheeks before grinning.

“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, huh?”

“Hmm?”

“Flip over.”

Aether snorts amusedly but compiles, rolling onto his front.

“If I knew that this is what taking a break got me, I would have agreed sooner.” He laughs.

“Hmm.” Omega rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother reasoning that he shouldn’t have to bribe Aether into relaxing. Instead he shushes Aether. “No need to talk. Just focus on feeling good.”

Aether lifts his tail up and out of the way as Omega kneads his palms into his ass and spreads his cheeks. He leans in and flicks his tongue over the ring of muscle just to watch it wink. Aether shudders. Omega does it again before pulling back enough to speak.

“Want my fingers or tongue?”

Aether raises his head from where he nestled it into his crossed arms. He smiles shyly back at Omega.

“Both?”

“Ask nicely.”

“Can I have both, please?” He tilts his head cutely, something he definitely picked up from Aurora.

“Of course Starlight.” Omega purrs. He gets up long enough to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Then he’s drizzling the cool liquid over Aether’s hole and teasing a finger in. As thick as Omega’s fingers are, even one alone provides more than a little stretch. When he adds a second and begins fucking them in and out, Aether whines.

“Just relax for me.” Omega coos, curling his fingers down.

Aether properly moans as his fingers brush against his prostate.

“There you go. I’ve got you.”

After a while of just two fingers, Omega pulls them back. Aether fully expects a third but instead they plunge back in, this time with Omega’s tongue pushing in alongside them. Fingers petting his prostate with unholy precision and forked tongue doing filthy things. Normally stoic Aether can’t help but let out high pitched whimpers.

As much as Omega would love to see Aether cum like this, a well placed jolt of quintessence would do it, his own cock has been steadily tenting the zipper of his pants. Next time, he thinks. He withdraws his fingers and tongue in favor of soothingly rubbing Aether’s flank.

“Want my cock, Starlight?”

“Mmm, please?”

Aether wiggles his ass temptingly. Omega laughs and gives him a gentle smack.

“Hold still.”

Omega quickly ditches his own scrubs and boxers and lines himself up. He gently holds Aether’s hips and pulls them up, cooing appreciatively at the arch of his back. He gives himself a few lube aided strokes and lets the head of his cock catch on Aether’s stretched rim.

“Just breathe, love.”

Omega pushes in. They both groan with it.

“Oaugh, so tight.” Omega grunts as he gives Aether a chance to adjust to his girth. “Mountain never fuck you properly? Or that multi ghoul of your’s?”

“I-uhh-usually do the f-fucking…hhh.” Aether wheezes as Omega pulls nearly all the way out just to shove right back in. “It’s been a bit.”

“No wonder you’re so stressed.” Omega teases. “Haven’t been made to take a knot for a while.”

“Ohh please!” Aether rocks his hips back in a dirty grind.

“Yeah? You want my knot? Want me to fill you up so nicely? Get you stuffed full?” Omega starts up a steady rhythm of deep thrusts.

Aether mumbles something that sounds like an affirmative into the sheets. Omega gets a hand in his hair to tug his head up.

“Words Aeth.”

“Yes! Lord below please, Megs!” Aether pleads.

“There you go. Let me handle it.”

Omega speeds up his thrusts until the bed springs are creaking obnoxiously and all Aether can do is make little hisses and grunts. Omega wishes he could have recorded the sound Aether makes when he pulls his hips up just a bit more to perfectly nail his prostate with every thrust. That and his gorgeous moan when he gives Aether permission to get a hand on himself.

“Go on. Touch yourself for me. I know you want to.”

Aether’s hand flies to his cock jacking himself in time to Omega’s hips crashing into his own. The wet sound of his pre-slicked tugs adds to the obscene symphony of wrecked noises from the both of them.

Omega slots his chin in the crook of Aether’s shoulder to murmur filth.

“Feels good, huh? Taking it so well. So petulant before but all you needed was a good dicking down. I’m gonna fill you up so well.”

Omega punctuates it all by sinking his teeth into Aether’s shoulder. The sweet pain has Aether seeing white as he cums hard, shooting over his hand and the sheets below him. He goes limp in Omega’s grip as he does, riding a wave of bliss.

Omega isn’t far behind, the fluttering and clenching of Aether’s channel rocketing him towards his own orgasm. He can feel his knot growing, and Aether can too if the way he shoves his hips back needily is any indication. Omega gets three more good humps in before his knot is slipping inside Aether’s abused hole and he’s painting Aether with his own release.

Omega’s careful to avoid squashing Aether; strategically rolling the both of them to their sides before his sex sore limbs fail at holding him up. Then he’s pressing kisses over every inch of skin he can reach; tenderly licking at the teeth marks in Aether’s shoulder. Aether purrs through all of it, the force of it rumbling through his chest.

“You’re taking a day off from the infirmary to rest. I’ll cover for you.” Omega murmurs in his ear.

Too tired to protest, Aether nods.

“Alright.”

Omega pulls a blanket over them.

“Right now just sleep, love.”

A while later, Sunshine and Mist poke their heads in.

“How is he?” Sunny asks, lowering her voice to a whisper when Aether snores.

Omega chuffs, then whispers back, “Good. He needed some convincing but he promised to rest for a bit.”

“Yeah that sounds about right. I love Aeth but he’s stubborn as a mule sometimes. Thanks for bossing him around for me.” She chuckles and Omega grins.

“Anytime.”

Mist knocks her head into Sunshine’s shoulder. “Bedtime for you too missy.”

“But-”

“Uh uh. Not gonna work on me. And anyway, I’m not as nice as Omega. Be sassy with me and I’ll dump you in the lake.”

“Oh fineeeeee.” She whines exaggeratedly but smiles. “But only if you cuddle with me.”

“That was the plan. Now go brush your teeth.” She swats Sunny’s ass with her tail and the multi ghoulette runs off giggling. Mist smiles and heads for the door.

“Night Mist.”

“Night Megs. Sweet dreams Aeth.” She flicks off the light and quietly shuts the door behind her.

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