‘Princess Of Positivity’ Big E (Ettore) X Fem!reader

More Brahms please?

Love you~Isabella

How about Brahms with a mommy kink? And a breeding kink? And lactating kink? And-

Okay calm down Kali... Thanks for the idea Isabella, have a treat~

Mommy's good boy | Brahms Heelshire x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Brahms is your good boy <3

Cw: Lots of porn, cum, praising, mommy kink, dom!reader, cock warning, sub!Brahms, whiney Brahms, spoiled Brahms, nursing, big dick, lots of cum, cum eating, belly bulges, mentions of pregnancy

"Mommy please!" Brahms said bellow a whisper as you sank down on his cock, slowly, too slow for his liking

"Be a good boy and stay still baby" you said, calmly sitting down on his never ending cock, it was so big it always bulged on your tummy

"But mommy-" you hushed him

"You're mommy's good boy right? Then stay still and mommy will give you what you want"

"Nngh" he whined, he didn't like waiting, but he had been a brat today and he deserved a little punishment

Y/n rested her hand on her belly, caressing Brahms' dick inside her and also, the baby that is growing inside her thanks to him

"Soon my baby bump will be bigger, are you excited for it Brahmsy?"

He nodded "Yes mommy, it makes me so horny to think I got you pregnant"

"Because you're a good boy baby" you started rocking your hips on him, his dick hitting your g spot so good it made your eyes roll back

Soon you started to bounce on him, skin slapping skin and wet noises filling the room

"Mommy, more please"

He grabbed your hips and held you up, snapping his own hips brutally into you, making you moan and whine

"Good boy Brahms!"

~•~

Some months before...

"Fuck, fuck, mommy, gonna cum!" He moaned, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, the bulge on your belly disappearing and coming back as he took you from behind

"Brahms! So close don't stop baby!"

Soon enough he came inside you with no warning, he always did that, since you lived here alone with him and couldn't really leave the house to get birth control, he was fucking you raw and breeding you every night, you were surprised you weren't pregnant... Yet...

Your pussy was pumped with cum, an incredible orgasm crashed into you as his dick twitched inside you

"Mommy's cunt is so good"

"Look at the mess you made baby, you gotta clean it up"

Now on your back with your legs open wide, he was sucking his cum out of you, licking you clean while he rutted on the bed from how nasty and good it was

"Good boy Brahms, cleaning up your mess..."

~•~

You were sitting on the couch, a novel on your right hand as your left one brushed Brahms' hair as he sucked on your nipple

"No teeth baby"

"Yes mommy" he said going back to nursing while his other hand caressed your other tit

"Good boy Brahms"

He's your good boy~

Spider DNA 🕷️

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(red: Miguel)

(summary: you caught Miguel in his office rutting, and he asks for help. only for you to find out another defect of his spider DNA)

CW: monster fucking, aggressive sex, biting, clawing, licking, uses of degrading names, 2 dicks, slight choking if you squint, edging, anal.

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12:46 PM.

You just had gotten done on a mission with Peter B, walking down the lobby halls and squeezing past a couple of the other members with an empanada in your hand.

You'd popped into the cafeteria, grabbing two empanadas (one of which you'd already eaten by then) and the second one for Miguel.

Miguel and you have never really spoken since you first were recruited, but sometimes he'd make small talk that surprised you considering he'd never really talk to anyone. So you thought it would be nice to bring him some lunch as he's locked up in his lab as usual.

You make your way down Sector 4, getting in the elevator as it goes up and you keep your hands around the empanada container, making sure it stays warm.

The large doors finally open as you get to the top, walking down the hall and past several big machines from Miguels projects, the lights dark as usual.

The closer you got to the main part, the heavier the buzzing sound in your head became, your spider senses tingling but you ignored it, assuming nothing could possibly happen.

But then you get to the end of the hall, leading to the main part of the lab and you see Miguel hunched over his desk, helplessly and aimlessly humping the side of a table.

His face was a flushed mess, biting his bottom lip with his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to have some sort of relief underneath his suit.

His grunts and whimpers fill the lab, as he claws and bites at the desk, humping repeatedly.

Your eyes widened, an unexplainable knot twisting in your stomach but in a... good way?

You go to take a step back but by the time your heel had lifted off of the ground he was already standing up and glaring at you.

"what are you doing here.?" he snapped

You didn't know what to say, so you just held up the empanada in the small cardboard container.

"... empanada." you mumbled, your eyes still wide.

His platform was already on the ground, so he was in front of you within seconds. His eyebrows scrunched together and with every breath he took he let it out in a small growl.

"um... here." you say shakily, putting it to his chest as if you expect him to take it.

but instead he grabs your wrist, the empanada falling out of your hand and he yanks you closer, absolutely staring into your soul.

"don't want it." he says in a low voice and tilts his head, leaning closer and he... sniffs?

your eyes widen and you feel his breath behind your ear as he smelled you.

"help me." he whispers, his tone making you wanna get on your knees right then and there.

"with what?" you say trying to keep your voice less shaky than before.

"what season is it cariño?" he mumbles, his other hand moving around you to the small of your back as his other hand keeps hold of both of your wrists.

"summer?" your tone is confused and he sniffs the crook of your neck.

"breeding. breeding season." he grumbled. oh. he was rutting. it all made sense now, the behavior change, humping his desk, smelling you, you must've forgotten he was 50% spider. but now it made sense and you were horny just from watching him for those 15 seconds of the humping so how could you say no?

"what if we get caught?" he took that as a yes, immediately biting slightly into your neck and ripping the crotch out of your spider suit.

"h-hey!" you said and he got on his knees, ignoring you and pulling your legs apart as he stuck his tongue in between your folds.

you almost fell backwards, and he held you by the waist and aggressively moved you over to the wall, pressing you back against it and he pulled your legs over his shoulders and stayed on his knees. his tongue desperately lapping at your clit, sucking and slobbering all over your already wet pussy.

"you're gonna be so good to my cock." he mumbled into you, the vibrations making you whimper and put your hands in his hair.

his hands clawed into your thighs, digging into the skin slightly and the longer he desperately ate you out, the tighter the familiar knot got in your stomach.

"f-fuck Miguel I'm gonna-" damn it.

the knot painfully faded away, Miguel had already stood you back up and was cleaning his face off with his tongue after denying you to cum.

"you're here for ME hermosa." he hissed, grabbing your chin and hunching over you.

you just nodded, and he turned you around and pushed you against the wall

he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

then he pulled down the neck of your spider suit, revealing your skin and he licked from the crook of your neck to the back of your ear.

your eyes widened and you looked at him, his eyes were closed and his face was flushed but still buried into your skin.

it was... cute. but that cute thought immediately was yeeted to another side of your head when he opened his eyes and grabbed you, hoisting you over his shoulder and he walked back to his platform and slammed you onto the desk.

before you could even say anything his suit dissipated, revealing his toned body and muscles which were even hotter underneath the suit but further down, two rock-hard (at least 10 inch) dicks were staring right at you.

"I'm gonna fuckin ruin you." he growled, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

"tw- how- huh?" you couldn't even get the words out, looking down at his monster cocks.

he rolled his eyes and squoze your chin harder

"it's a defect. 50% spider dna. remember? spiders have two reproductive organs, so I get two dicks." he snapped

you looked up at him, wide eyed and you didn't even know how he was gonna fuck you.

"and you're gonna take it like the whore you are."

you didn't know what to say, but the thought of two dicks absolutely ruining you like that sounded like the best thing ever.

you nodded, and he flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you, arching your back with one arm under your hips and the other arm around your neck with his face in your shoulder.

you whimpered, the two heads of his cocks poking against your entrance and your anus.

he stuck his fingers in your mouth, still not putting his dick in.

"suck." he commanded, and you wrapped your tongue around his thick fingers and started sucking.

the position was uncomfortable, bent like a pretzel but that's how he liked it. that's how you liked it.

without warning, he bottomed out. a loud squelch followed by a shriek from you and a groan from him entering the air.

you squeeze your eyes shut, your hand reaching up and grabbing onto his arm that was around your neck.

"god you're so tight..." he groaned, thrusting in and out without giving you time to even adjust to the monster cocks filling both of your holes.

"you were made for me. you're my whore." he whispered in your ear, licking your jaw as he thrusted mercilessly into your holes.

you moaned loudly, your hand clawing at his arm and your mouth sucking harder on his fingers.

the sounds of skin slapping, squelching, groaning, whimpering, and moaning were the only things you could hear. the occasional degrading things or sweet nothings Miguel would whisper into your ear made your brain go foggy.

you could feel him everywhere. he was all over you, and inside you. you swore you could feel every single vein on both of his cocks.

next thing you knew you'd came 4 times and he had 3. he was a whimpering mess, biting your shoulder and fucking you at the same relentless pace as he was before even if the overstimulation was killing him.

"I'm gonna get you so fucking pregnant baby.." he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and biting into your neck.

"you wanna have my kids? Yeah baby?" he cooed, even if he knew you couldn't answer.

your jaw was slack, eyes rolled into the back of your head and your pussy and anus still milked his cock for more cum.

"mm you're so good to me cariño." he muttered, both of your guys cum dripping out of your holes.

"so so so good. God I love this pussy... I'm gonna make you a mama and use you like a whore everyday." he ranted, his face red and his eyebrows scrunched in concentration of cumming just one more time.

his hips stuttered, his pace faltering and it was a familiar thing by now.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" then his 4th load of warm seed was shot into your holes, making you moan and he pulled out with a squelch.

he collapsed onto you, his arm slipping out from underneath your hips and out from around your neck and the only sound you could hear now was his soft breathing.

you'd thought you'd died, the white stars fading away from your vision and you laid your head on the table.

"fuck..." you sighed, and he slowly sat up and covered himself with his suit.

"I'll make note to call you next time." he muttered, helping you off of the table and he just tossed you a tissue.

you stood up, cleaning yourself off with the tissue but with the amount of cum coming out of you it wasn't enough and you could barely even stand.

he looked at you, then walked past you to his holographic screens.

"take a plan b." he said without even looking at you.

"um... okay."

"and I'll have Lyla make you a new suit."

you nodded, then left and got in the elevator. hoping that you would be able to run fast enough so nobody saw your ass and pussy hanging out, but the idea wasn't that bad, leaving the empanada long gone and forgotten about, cold in it's box.

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THIS IS MY FIRST WRITING PIECE 🥳🥳

I hope you all appreciate it, I hope it's good 😭

but thank you to @pissjuicencumballz for the idea.

SEE YOU ALL OCT. 2!!!

of waning moons and eagle eyes — daniel ricciardo

pairing. platonic/romantic/up for interpretation!daniel ricciardo x reader

summary. goodbyes are hard; for now, i’ll say i am going to miss you and stay here a while. .5k

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You stall behind Daniel, hesitating, shifting your weight, trying to think of what you could possibly say. You come up empty.

Daniel doesn’t look at you when you step beside him.

He just says, “If you’re going to tell me you’re sorry, don’t.”

“I was actually going to say you’re a talentless hack who deserves it.”

Daniel’s laugh is sharp and surprised. It feels good to be able to make him laugh, even in a situation like this, even if his face quickly goes blank again.

You follow his gaze upwards. The Singaporean night sky is an inky navy, too much light pollution for stars. But the moon, you can see. A little over half, closer to full than new but still waning. It won’t be a new moon until the month is over. After that, it will wax and repeat the process unto forever. Ever present, ever changing.

“I am sorry,” you say, despite the warning. “It’s not pity. It’s just what people say when a situation is fucked and someone they care about draws the short straw.”

Daniel exhales heavily, slowly. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome. I guess.”

He huffs out a half-chuckle.

You stare up into the empty sky for a while longer. It’s well past midnight, now. All the other drivers are gone. Most crew and other staff, too. But not you. Not Daniel.

“How do you even know?” Daniel asks, eventually.

“I have my methods.”

You shouldn’t know. You really aren’t supposed to; it’s a massive breach of security. Luckily, you are just you, and all you want to do with the information of Daniel’s being dropped is be with him.

“I wish they’d at least give you a proper send off,” you voice quietly. “This whole guessing game, making you keep it a secret, not talking about it—it’s messed up. It’s not what you deserve.”

“It’s whatever.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m not a world champion.“

“You’re Daniel Ricciardo.”

You put weight into his name because it means something to you, and it means something to the F1 community even if his team won’t give him a proper, respectful goodbye.

Daniel looks at you. His eyes are always so much lighter than you think they are, yellow-hazel like an eagle and sharp, intelligent, emotive. They show a lot. They show so little.

You want to know what he’s thinking. Want to split the skin of his forehead, shave away the bone underneath and peer inside to see how he’s hurting or healing or however he’s feeling. Broken? Elated? Caught up in what’s past or ready to face the next big thing?

You don’t know.

“There’s no one like you,” you tell him. You need him to know. “There’s never been anyone like you.“

Daniel smiles, eagle eyes quartered like the moon. “Thanks.”

His smile fades and you drop your head onto his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“Yeah.”

Daniel lays his head on yours.

“Me, too.”

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who finally decides to reward you for your hard work by taking your virginity. It was on a late say when the two of you were once again alone for extra classes, except this time, when you were about to come from the dildo he pulled it out and pressed the fat tip of his cock against your entrance instead.

"Are you excited, darling? You're finally getting rewarded for all your hard work. You'll finally feel your professors cock in your pussy. No more fingers, no more toys, my raw cock. I think you're ready enough. Shall I put it in and claim that virgin cunt as mine?"

Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who despite teaching you how to put a condom on his cock doesn't want to use it for the first time. You'll get the best experience if you feel him fully, screeching out your tight virgin hole further, even more then the toys you used. It hurts at first, your legs snap shut around his hips to stop him from moving, your fists clench around his sleeves, a painful expression on your face while he holds still and kisses your face gently, his thumb rubbing little circles on your hard clit.

"The real thing feels quite a bit different, don't worry, you'll get used to it soon, I promise you. God, how are you still so tight? Am I still too big for you? I need to make your cunt adjust to my size, get it used to being fucked day in and day out. Hm? Yes, I'll make sure you make up for all this time you weren't being a slut. You need to know how good of a cocksleeve you can be."

Sex-Ed!Professor Zhongli who would love nothing more then to shoot his load inside of you, but you're still his student, and his favorite one to be exact. You're not nearly ready enough to be a mother, not for a long time, not until the day he makes you his pretty wife. But until then he will spend every day fucking you till your legs don't work.

"Stop begging for my cum. You got a taste of it and now you can't get enough of it. I knew from the moment I saw you that you would make for a lovely cumdump for me. If you want it so much you're gonna need to suck it from my dick. But first lets get that pussy coming around my cock hm? You deserve to know how it feels to come with your professor's big cock in your pussy."

This story is to good not to repost it

(Also i read this story a while ago and i lost and i have been trying to find it ever since so it’s so good to see this again and i will read it later)

Lamb

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Bray Wyatt, Luke Harper, Erick Rowan/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I offer no apologies. This got so out of hand I’m pretty sure it’s already enjoying next year’s Halloween candy. Your something spooky, for the season! Contains hints of uh…magical!Bray Wyatt. And worship. Tagging @tox-moxley, enjoy!

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A New Judgement Chapter 13: Braiding Challah and Some Morning Snuggles (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.  Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 12.5.

Warnings: Smut below, not too graphic but there are hand necklaces and biting involved as well as talk of the loss of a loved one.

Nessa pulls up to Rhea's house after finally getting the groceries she promised. She turns off the car and sits there a moment trying to process what happened in the last hour or so. Nessa bites her lip deciding to not bring up the weird coffee shop experience and sends a message to the group text calling everyone out to help her bring in the groceries. One by one they all jog out of the house. Damien is out first and goes to hug Nessa, the rest of them surrounding her, hugging her in relief.

“We were so worried Nessa, we couldn’t get a hold of you and thought something happened.” Damian is the first to speak.

“I’m sorry,” Nessa says her voice muffled by Damian's chest and she wiggles trying to get some space and air. Everyone thankfully notices and takes a step back still surrounding Nessa.

“I’m so sorry guys, a storm came out of nowhere and I couldn’t see to safely drive so I parked and ran into the nearest building which was a coffee shop and there was like no service for some reason and I waited out the storm and then I forgot where I parked for a bit.” Nessa blushes, embarrassed at the admission.

“Then please next time ask someone to use their phone or even the business phone to just let us know you are ok and what is going on. Like Luis said we were worried sick!” Rhea gently pushes Nessa on her shoulder, the rest of them making sounds of agreement.

“Ok, I will I promise.” Nessa holds her hands up in surrender before gesturing towards the car.

“Can you guys please help me get the groceries in before they spoil? There is cold stuff in there and I want to get to starting dinner.” Damian kisses Nessa's forehead and hugs her one more time and Nessa can feel that he is relieved she is safe and can see the tension still in his body, in all their bodies they were so worried for her and she fills with guilt. Rhea grabs Nessa’s hand to stop her from going to help the boys carry in the groceries. Nessa looks at Rhea who shakes her head and kisses Nessa’s hand.

“Let them carry it in, I need some Nessa time. You promised to let me help you cook so let's go set up the kitchen while they bring everything in.” Rhea asks and Nessa nods and heads into the house pulling Nessa with her. The boys following behind grumbling.

“Hey, I thought you only went to the store for a few things,” Dominik complains loudly. Nessa looks over her shoulder as Rhea still continues to pull her along.

“We are here for a few days so I got a few day's worth of food for 3 grown ass men one of which doesn’t eat carbs, one that eats super healthy and constantly to keep up with his workouts, and you know how you eat; so I planned for those few days so everyone's dietary needs are met,” Nessa answers back yelping as Rhea pulls a little too hard on her arm bringing her through the doorway. Rhea looks guilty at hearing Nessa yelp.

“I’m sorry Bunny, I didn't mean to pull that hard!” Rhea apologizes and releases Nessa’s arm.

“It’s fine Dems, I know you didn’t mean to.” Nessa accepts the apology immediately and grabs Rhea's hand again and together they walk to the kitchen and the boys set all the bags on the counter. They all turn to walk away and Rhea clears her throat.

“Can you help us put this stuff up while we get started?” Rhea cocks her head and the boys grumble but they do as asked while Nessa sets aside the ingredients she needs.

“Ok, thank you.” Nessa grabs Dominik's hand and pulls him into a hug before placing a kiss on his lips and doing the same for Damian.

“Come here Luv?” Finn holds out his arms and Nessa steps into them wrapping her own around his waist. He tightens his arms around her, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear. “We are glad you are ok. I am glad you are ok,” He pats the back of her head before breaking the hold he has on her.

“Thank you Finny, If you guys are ok with it can you leave me alone with Dems for a while? I’ll bring you plates when it is done.” Nessa asks and informs them.

“No Nes call us we will get our own plates, you are cooking for all of us the least we can do is get our own plates.” Dominik shakes his head and the others make noises of agreement.

Nessa starts waving them away, “Fine but get out of my kitchen,” she continues to shoo them, not noticing the smile they were sharing with each other. Nessa waits until the boys are clear out of the kitchen before turning to Rhea.

“Ok, Dems start the oven then zest and juice the orange and then soak the raisins in the orange juice, I’ll start the noodles.” Nessa gently instructs as she starts to make the dough for Challah and sets it on top of the stove to proof while the Kugel bakes. Nessa grabs a few Lunchables from the fridge that she bought and sits down on the floor leaning against the counters facing the oven and pats the ground next to her for Rhea to join her.

“Come on Mami, we have about an hour or so before we braid the Challah and put it in when the Kugel is out. We will put the Kugel in the warmer while the bread bakes. I’ll have you braid it.” Nessa smiles and offers a Lunchable to Rhea who returns the smile and joins her on the floor grabbing the Lunchable.

“When we lose someone we love or anyone in general we say to each other and to family may their memory be for a blessing. We sit low on cushions or on the ground to signify how low our grief takes us and we eat stuff like cheese and fruit and talk about the memory of the one we lost. For immediate family we are supposed to stay home for a week after the funeral.” Nessa explains grabbing Rhea's hand and leaning her head on Rhea's shoulder. Nessa feels Rhea's body start to shake in silent sobs and Nessa runs her other hand up and down Rhea's arm in a calming gesture just letting her cry. After a few minutes, Rhea calms down and sniffles, laying her head on top of Nessa’s. “Tell me more about your Nonna sweetheart,” Nessa asks, squeezing Rhea's hand gently which Rhea returns by lifting their hands to her mouth and placing a kiss on the back of Nessa’s hand.

“She… She… She used to let me help her in the kitchen. Especially after I had a rough day with my self-worth and mean comments. Much like this actually.” Rhea starts off weak, her voice getting stronger.

“I’m glad I could do something to keep her memory alive. Tell me more if you would like?” Nessa prompts.

“How about we both share memories of people we lost… please,” Rhea asks and Nessa nods Rhea's head still laying on hers.

“Ok, when I lost my brother in January I was gutted. I went no contact because he couldn’t stay clean from drugs and was stealing from Mom. But I loved him, that was my brother and I had to mourn what we could have had as well as the life that was lost. When I was 16 he tried to sneak me out to a seedy tattoo place for us to get matching tattoos. We got busted and mom got so mad.” Nessa smiles at the memory, wiping away the stray tear that slid down her cheek.

“How old was he?” Rhea asked, picking her head back up and taking a good look at Nessa.

“24, so he knew bette,r” Nessa chuckles and meets Rhea's gaze. Nessa gently wipes away the tears on Rhea's face.

“My Nonna wasn’t surprised when I came home with my first tattoo and she actually was supportive of me getting it and calmed my parents down…” Rhea lets out a little giggle at the memory, resting her forehead on Nessa’s. Rhea closes her eyes like watching another memory and Nessa grabs her hand again.

“I remember my first year in NXT. She surprised me on my birthday by sending me a care box of my favorite sweets from home. She was always so thoughtful and I am going to spend the rest of my life missing her.” More tears fall down Rhea's face. Nessa moves to pull Rhea down and rests Rhea's head on her shoulder and wraps her arms around her.

“I know, sweet girl, but her memory lives on in you. Every time you breathe, think of her, in the inspiration you are for others like she was to you. She is still alive in that memory. It is up to those they leave behind to keep the memories alive and you do that with everything you do. I don’t know her but I do know how proud she must be of you for achieving your dreams and inspiring others to be themselves.” Nessa kisses the top of Rhea's head mirroring the comfort the woman in her arms has given her. Rhea sniffles and shuffles deeper into Nessa’s arms.

“This…this helps, thank you, Nessa,” Rhea scoots down in Nessa’s arms to rest her head on Nessa’s lap. Nessa runs her fingers through Rhea's hair, gently scratching her scalp. They stay like that for the rest of the hour trading stories of their lost loved ones until the timer goes off.

“Ok sweets let's get up and I’ll show you how to braid the Challah after I put the Kugel in the warmer to keep it ready.” Nessa gently slides Rhea's head off her lap, laughing when Rhea lets it thunk on the ground.

“Everything ok in there?” Comes Damiens worried voice.

“Yeah all good, Rhea decided to test the hardness of the floor with her head.” Nessa answers back while getting up, laughter coming from the living room as she helps Rhea up. Rhea gently grabs Nessa, both hands on either cheek and kisses her lips tenderly, and pecks her nose before letting her go. Blood rushes to Nessa’s face with affection.

“Are we going to talk after dinner Bunny?” Rhea asks softly as Nessa takes the dish out of the oven and puts it in the warming drawer. Nessa turns around still blushing and goes to stand next to Rhea at the counter.

“Yeah, I suppose it is time to give you all my decision. It is unfair to you all to not have an answer, especially because I’m the reason y'all haven’t had sex for what over a week?” Nessa shrugs, feeling guilty and embarrassed. Rhea shakes her head and just pulls Nessa towards her trapping her between the counter and herself. Nessa’s back against Rhea’s chest and Rhea leans down to whisper in her ear.

“That is not a problem and is not a bad thing or your fault Nes. Don’t give us an answer just because you feel bad or because you feel pressured for sex.” Rhea tells her seriously and squeezes her arms around Nessa’s waist.

“It's not because of that, I want to because…” Nessa stops when she hears Rhea take a sharp breath and nuzzle into her neck.

“I knew it.” Rhea quietly gloats, smiling into Nessa’s neck.

“Just keep it quiet till after dinner, there are still some things I need to discuss ok?” Nessa asks and Rhea nods and places a string of kisses on Nessa's neck making her breath catch in her throat. Nessa swallows a few times to gather herself and clears her throat. “Ok so let's get the Challah done, it'll take another hour and I’m getting hungry!” Nessa tries to move out of Rhea's arms only for Rhea to grunt, “Nuh uh”. Nessa sighs and shakes her head. “Menaces the lot of you…” Nessa can’t help but smile glad her back is to Rhea.

“So what do I do?” Rhea asks, reaching around Nessa. Nessa rolls her eyes and directs her on what to do, sometimes guiding her hands and helping as they cut and braid the Challah and add the egg wash. Rhea grabs the tray and turns around putting it in the oven, Nessa can’t help it, but she smacks Rhea's ass as she is bent over, a blush rushing to her face again as Rhea snaps back into a standing position and turns around her eyebrow raised. Rhea slowly steps towards Nessa who is already backed up against the counter. Rhea closes the gap between them and places her hands on either side of Nessa trapping her back against the counter.

“Now little girl, what was that?” Rhea’s voice drops and Nessa’s face gets even redder as she bites her lip.

“I mean it looked so inviting and delicious I couldn’t help myself…” Nessa squeaks out looking up at Rhea with wide eyes. Rhea smirks devilishly down at Nessa, grabbing her by the ass and lifting her onto the counter, Nessa instinctually wrapping her arms around Rhea's neck.

“I know you like rough play but you don’t know the game you are playing yet little girl. You don’t know how much I want you, how much we want you, and have come close to crossing that boundary. You’ve been such a good girl taking care of me and the boys this week,” Rhea gets even closer as she talks, her face close to Nessas, her voice sending shivers up Nessa’s spine.

Rhea scoots Nessa closer to the edge of the counter closer to her and Nessa wraps her legs around Rhea. Nessa leans closer and puts her lips to Rheas, feeling her soft lips move with hers, Nessa’s hand tangling in Rhea’s short hair making the woman moan and pull back.

“Oh no Bunny, if there is hair pulling I’ll be pulling yours.” Rhea rasps out knotting her hands in Nessa's hair and pulling her head back exposing her neck. Rhea wastes no time biting and sucking on Nessa’s neck, Nessa whimpers quickly becoming putty in Rhea’s hands.

There is a thunder of footsteps and Damian and Dominik run into the kitchen making Rhea separate from Nessa, a proud smirk on her face seeing the marks lining Nessa’s neck.

“Oh come on, that's not fair!” Dominik whines and Damian smirks and crosses his arms.

“What happened here Mariposa? I hear a thunk then all of a sudden you guys are making out?” Damian whines.

“She smacked my ass!” Rhea answers and Damian chuckles while Dom makes the oooh face.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” Damian chuckles and walks over gently grabbing Nessa’s chin and gently moving her head to look at the marks on her neck.

“I'll have to add to this, it is unfair that Rhea gets all the fun.” Damian says, the promise heavy in his voice and Nessa takes a shaky breath looking up at him. Damian meets her gaze and leans down about to kiss Nessa only for Rhea to pull him back and Nessa pouts.

“You can kiss later, it's my time right now and we are cooking dinner, so like she said get out of my kitchen.” Rhea playfully shoves a pouty Damian out of the kitchen, Dominik laughing and following him out. Once she is sure the boys are gone and hopefully out of earshot Rhea steps back to where Nessa is still sitting on the counter and stands between her legs again, hands gently resting on Nessa’s hips. “Are you ok Bunny?” Rhea asks, studying Nessa’s expression trying to read any potential discomfort. Nessa blushes and nods her head, wrapping her arms around Rhea's neck again.

Remembering Rhea asks for verbal confirmation Nessa answers, “Yes... Can you kiss me again?” Nessa asks, rubbing her nose on Rhea’s. Rhea lets out a noise between a huff and a chuckle at how much more innocent Nessa seems, clearly, she is a little, more bits and pieces falling into place making sense. More gently this time Rhea slides her hand up Nessa’s side, continuing until it is on the back of her neck, and pulls her close, melding their lips together, Nessa’s lips parting slightly allowing Rhea to maintain dominance. Nessa’s hands gripping Rhea's shirt at her shoulders, feeling Rhea’s tongue on her own, Nessa’s heart pounding in her chest. Rhea breaks the kiss first, resting her forehead on Nessa’s, both of them taking shallow breaths, their chests heaving with the effort.

“I uh… I think we should stop there for now, Bunny.” Rhea nearly whispers, swallowing trying to put some control back in her voice. Nessa whines, batting her eyelashes at Rhea silently asking for more. “Nessa, you haven’t told the others and I am afraid we won't stop if we continue, so, we stop there for now. We have plenty of time to continue.” Rhea kisses Nessa’s forehead and takes a step back, helping Nessa off the counter.

“Ok I guess that is fair…” Nessa can’t help but pout as Rhea starts cleaning up the kitchen and Nessa does the same, almost glad to busy herself to distract from the throbbing between her thighs. They clean the kitchen together, moving in sync with each other, no feeling of awkwardness between them, instead, it is the sexual tension from earlier, their actions playing on repeat in Nessa’s mind. They are nearly done when the timer for the bread goes off.

“I’ll get it Bunny, you’ve done most of the work.” Rhea kisses the top of Nessa’s head and turns, getting the bread out of the oven.

“Let it sit for about 10 minutes and we can plate everything up. I have a salad with chicken in the fridge for Finn, just give him a little scoop of the Kugel so he can try it since it is high in carbs. There are some other food options if you guys don’t like it. Kugel isn’t for everyone…” Nessa shrugs shyly, nervous about how they will like the food.

Rhea shakes her head and goes over to Nessa pulling her close and resting her chin on top of Nessa’s head. “It smells delicious and I am sure we will all love it. You need to have more confidence in yourself and your abilities.” Rhea orders gently swaying them back and forth.

“How much longer, I’m starving!” Dominik whines from the other room.

“A few more minutes Dom Dom be patient. I’ll bring it out when it is ready.” Nessa answers back.

“You mean you’ll call us when it is ready.” Finn hollers back.

It makes Nessa roll her eyes, “Uh… yeah sure” Nessa responds, jumping away from Rhea who tickled her side. Nessa swats away Rhea’s hands and goes over to the oven and slices up the bread and pulls out the tray of Kugel, Rhea grabs the plates and utensils. Nessa plates up the food and sets it on the counter before calling out for everyone to come and get it.

The boys all run in and see plates already ready all with different things on them. Nessa grabs the first plate and hands it to Finn. “I know you eat a low or no-carb diet so I only gave you a little of the Kugel and bread and the rest is a healthy chicken salad.” She smiles shyly as Finn takes the plate with a grateful smile.

“That is so sweet of you to do that, you didn’t have to.” He steps forward and kisses her forehead surprised she went through the trouble to prepare them all separate plates for their dietary needs. He smiles and turns away as Nessa blushes and heads back to the living room.

Damian grabs the plate Nessa holds out to him and steps forward placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Thank you Mariposa, you didn’t have to go through all the effort to make us all special plates we would have eaten whatever you made.” Damian gently strokes Nessa’s face for a moment before turning and joining Finn in the living room.

Dom smiles widely at Nessa and grabs the plate which was admittedly less healthy than his counterparts, playing on his sweet tooth though it was well portioned. “Thank you Mi Vida, I always love your cooking, you know that!” Dom steps forward and kisses Nessa much the same as Damian previously.

“I know that’s why I gave you a little more than the others, though not enough to wreck your diet, now go sit while Demi and I bring in our food.” Nessa shoos him away and smiles as he goes in for a second kiss before scurrying out the room avoiding Nessa swinging lovingly at him with the wooden spoon she picked up. Nessa shakes her head and sets it down, handing Rhea her plate and grabbing her own. Rhea follows Nessa and sits down on the floor in front of the couch where the boys are, Nessa in front of Damian's legs and Rhea in front of Dominiks.

“Why are you guys sitting down there, there is plenty of room on the chair or you can sit on our laps.” Damian offers wiggling his eyebrows.

“I think I am good down here guys, Nessa taught me this is a way to grieve and it kinda helps.” Rhea shrugs and takes a bite of the Kugel and closes her eyes letting out a moan, “You didn’t tell me it was going to be sweet.” Rhea takes another bite and does a little happy wiggle enjoying the taste of the food on her plate.

“This is really good Luv, thank you!” Finn takes another bite and smiles, the others making noises of agreement as they eat.

“This bread is delicious, you made this from scratch?” Damian asks, his mouth full and holding up a piece of the bread.

Nessa swallows her mouthful before answering and leans back on Damian's legs, laying her head back on his knees to look up at him upside down, “Yeah it is really easy and doesn’t have to proof for too long.” Nessa smiles up at Damian who uses his free hand to momentarily stroke Nessa’s cheek.

Damian notices that Nessa’s expression has changed to a look of worry. “What’s wrong Mariposa?” Damian strokes her cheek again.

Nessa’s eyes focus back and she picks her head back up and shakes it. “Nothing Luis, I just want to talk after dinner. There are some things I want to say to you all…” Nessa takes a nervous bite of her bread trying and failing to hide her shiver as Damian runs his fingers through her hair.

“There is no need to be nervous, Corazon, we accept your decision no matter what you say. Just eat Princesa, you’ve spent so much time cooking and taking care of us you need to eat now,” Dominik reassures her while trying to make sure she takes care of herself. She does as she is told, the rest of them eating their dinner in comfortable silence with the tv on for background noise. Once everyone is done eating, Nessa tries to get up to collect the dishes only for Damian to stop her by placing his hand on her shoulder before getting up and grabbing the plates, Dominik helping him. They come back in after a few minutes and join Nessa and Rhea on the floor, Finn doing the same, all of them sitting in a circle facing each other.

“The floor is yours Mariposa.” Damian smiles at his pun making the rest of the room groan. Nessa swallows nervously and taps on her knee.

“I … I have… I would like…” Nessa stutters her nerves making it impossible to say what she wants, the group looking at her patiently, Rhea reaching out to grab Nessa’s hand. Nessa pauses and takes a deep breath and tries again, “Uh… I want to be with you all, I… I’m all in.” Nessa says so quietly it is a whisper and they didn’t hear her. Trying to lean closer, Damian asks her to repeat what she said. “I’m in, I’m all in with you all with everything,” Nessa says a little louder, her face cherry red. Everyone sits back the way they were a moment ago, Finn looking happy, Dominik smiling from ear to ear and Damian looking smug.

“That is so good to hear Mariposa, are there any additional boundaries you wanted to discuss oh and we will need to have the kink discussion soon…” Damian claps then rubs his hands as Rhea pulls Nessa onto her lap. Nessa grabs Rhea’s hand for courage and plays with her fingers.

“If it would help I could, we could fill out a kink chart. And you can ask Dom, he knows a fair chunk of what I like and that could start that conversation.” Nessa offers to try and feel more comfortable with the conversation.

“And you mentioned you don’t know exactly what you need for aftercare. That is fine, we can figure it out together…” Damian promises with a smile, the rest nodding in agreement. Dominik scoots over and leans against Rhea and Nessa almost crying in relief that she is his again, that she is now properly theirs and he needs the physical contact. The others see this and converge all leaning or laying on one another as the conversation continues.

“It's not an additional boundary I want to discuss but more of an ask. I know for the last few weeks you all have not been able to be intimate with each other, at least where Rhea was concerned while we roomed together. I don't know what you did behind closed doors… Anyway if there is ever a time you want that with each other and I am not… I don’t want…” Nessa sighs trying to gather her train of thought before continuing, “If you want to have sex and I don’t want to please just let me know I won’t be upset and will give you the time you need…” Rhea's arms squeeze harder around Nessa’s waist, Dominik squeezes her thigh and Damian sighs in mock annoyance.

“It isn’t a problem the last two weeks Mariposa, you were, are learning us just as we are learning you. We aren’t going to ask you to leave just so we can have sex that isn’t fair to you, that is something we can figure out organically. So don’t go and feel bad about that.” Damian explains.

“Yeah, we aren't always having sex either, a lot of times it is just nice to relax and cuddle like this,” Finn adds on and for emphasis throws himself on Damian's lap. Nessa relaxes more and laughs at Finn's antics.

“So Mamita, since you have agreed to join us does that mean that sex is back on the table?” Damian halfway jokes wiggling his eyebrows and blood rushes to Nessa’s face remembering what happened the previous week. The group erupts in laughter, Nessa laughing along because the genuine happiness they are exuding is contagious. ____________________________________________________________________________

Nessa and Rhea are in the middle laying down on the couch cushions they pulled off the couch and laid it out so as to be enough pillows for all of them. Damian is lying next to Nessa, Dominik on Rhea's other side. Finn shimmies in between Nessa and Rhea forcing them apart and making Rhea spoon him and he flips Nessa over so he can spoon her, “Hold me asshats,” Finn grumbles and Damian scoots closer and throws his arm over the both of them his face close to hers. The two of them smiling softly at each other.

“Hi.” She mouths to him.

He smiles wider, answering back, just as silently, “Hi Hermosa,” he lays his head on his free arm using it as a pillow. Nessa reaches out grabbing Damian’s shirt to pull him closer and closes her eyes, getting more comfortable and falling asleep to the sounds of her various partners already snoring, Dominiks being the most pronounced.

The next morning Nessa wakes up under a pile of limbs feeling the most refreshed she has in a long time having actually slept through the night. She opens her eyes and cranes her neck seeing Finn’s beard that tickles her face she scrunches it up and tries to wiggle back only to back into Damian and making both men groan, Finn pulling her back to his chest and Damian practically rolling on top of them smooshing Nessa between them.

“It’s too early to be up, go back to sleep Mariposa…” Damian's deep voice still thick with sleep orders and Finn hums in agreement.

Rhea picks up her head and looks at the clock on the wall and groans plopping her head back down, “It’s 10 am we haven’t slept this late in a long time.” Rhea groans and squeezes Dom’s hand to make sure he wakes up too.

“So we have the week off, basically we can afford to sleep in.” Damian responds, his eyes still closed. Nessa wiggles trying to create some room but her breath catches feeling their hard cocks on either side of her. Finn realizes first and places a gentle kiss on Nessa’s head.

“Sorry Luv,” He apologizes before being the first to leave the cuddle pile. With Finn’s spot vacant Rhea reaches out and pulls Nessa to her chest Damian scoots along resuming their closeness, Rhea’s arm around Nessa’s waist. Damian pulls her head to his, their lips meeting sweetly in little pecks progressively getting more sensual, Nessa gently tugging on Damian's hair making him growl in response, and he pulls Nessa's leg over his hip so his erection is now pressing against her, her sleep shorts and his underwear the only barrier between them.

Rhea runs her hands up and down Nessa’s body biting and sucking more marks onto her neck and shoulder making her moan as Rhea slides her hand under Nessa’s shirt gently playing with her breasts and making Nessa moan into Damian's mouth, parting hers to give him entrance. His own hands roam her body, ending up on her ass and hiking her further onto his hip.

Dominik is kissing Rhea much the way Rhea is kissing Nessa and he pauses, “Mami can I have a taste, please” Dominik begs, wanting to feel his lips against any part of Nessa. Rhea hums against Nessa’s shoulders, biting down and leaving another mark making Nessa break the kiss with Damian to moan, throwing her head back onto Rhea.

“Bunny can Dominik have a turn kissing you, I think he has been a good boy,” Rhea asks, peppering kisses on Nessa's soft plump lips. Nessa nods and Rhea scoots back allowing Dominik to climb over her, Nessa rolling over to face Dominik, Damian taking the opportunity to slide off Nessa’s shirt and kiss up her back as Dominik captures Nessa's lips, his shaky hand raising up to rest on Nessa’s face. He places kisses down Nessa’s jaw and the other side of her neck which has yet to be marked by any of them.

He barely gets a mark on her neck before Rhea pulls him away from Nessa, "Now, please Mami while I get Bunny ready for Papi." Rhea orders Dominik and maneuvers her body to give Dominik access while she continues to kiss and mark up Nessa, sliding her fingers into Nessa's cunt, Rhea gasping in pleasure as Dominik uses his own mouth and fingers to do as he was told.

“Is this ok Mariposa?” Damian asks, as he rolls her onto her back so Rhea still has access to her cunt, and he can resume marking up her chest and playing with her nipples enjoying the noises spilling from her lips. She only manages to nod her head but the silence makes them all pause, Rhea pulling her finger away from Nessa. “Words Mariposa, we need words.” Damian growls, a reminder.

“Yes, please don’t stop,” Nessa whimpers. Rhea and Damian share a look and smile at each other, an unspoken agreement forming.

“Dom, lay on your back let me take my pleasure from you while Papi pleases our Bunny.” Rhea grabs Dominik by the hair and pulls him back up, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips before shoving him on his back, and quickly getting undressed and straddling him, guiding his cock inside her the both of them moaning as Rhea moves her hips and rides him while next to them Damian is getting similar sounds out of Nessa.

Damian kisses down Nessa’s body, biting and sucking, Nessa arching her back as he does so on her thigh making her spread her legs for him. Damian wastes no time burying his face between her thighs licking at her clit and using his fingers to help get her ready. Nessa moans and writhes, grabbing a fist full of his hair which he takes as encouragement adding another finger making Nessa moan again, her breathing getting more shallow.

Damian feels her clench around his fingers and he stops licking her for a moment, “Good girl Mariposa, cum for me.” He tells her and returns to pleasing her with his tongue. Nessa whines as she cums around his fingers. Her own fingers were still tangled in his hair. Damian licks up at the increased wetness savoring her taste.

Damian starts to lick and bite back up Nessa’s body as she glances over to see Rhea still riding Dom, their faces scrunched up in pleasure, one of Rhea's hands pinning Dom's hands above his head the other pressing on his chest for leverage. They disappear from Nessa’s view as Damian turns her head to access the part of her neck not marked up and proceeds to add his own marks before returning to Nessa’s lips. His hand travels back down to her cunt and slides his fingers back in, Nessa arching her back, her chest momentarily rubbing against Damian's. It is at that moment the conversation from the coffee shop pops into her head.

“Papi. please.” Nessa begs bucking up against his hand.

“Please what Mariposa?” He answers back gently biting at her neck, his cock grazing across her thigh as he moves his fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

“Please just fuck me…” She begs her breath catching in her throat. Damien groans into her neck, using every bit of his strength to control himself so as to not hurt her, not knowing what she needs yet. He lines himself up and gently pushes in, careful to let her adjust to his size and pressing his lips to hers tenderly. Even when his full length is inside her he moves slowly and carefully, while it feels good it annoys Nessa, she wants more and decides to do something about it. She slightly turns her face away from his kiss and pulls on his hair making him expose his neck. She leans up and bites down, hard, making Damian shudder and groan. Nessa moves her mouth to his collarbone and bites down hard again this time a coppery taste touches her tongue. She lays her head back down on the pillow satisfied with the marks she made. Damien looks at her shocked, his pupils blown with lust. He leans down by her ear, his thrusts speeding up and getting more forceful.

“If that's how you want to play it, Mariposa, so be it.” He growls in her ear before capturing her lips in a possessive, bruising kiss while rutting into her, one hand loosely wrapped around her throat, bracing himself on that elbow, his other hand goes back to rubbing her clit as he fucks her. He keeps up the pace for several minutes until he feels her cunt begin to spasm around his cock, her orgasm rushing through her, her skin flushing red all over her body. He continues his pace prolonging her orgasm and chasing his own until he shudders and bites down on Nessa’s shoulder like she did his, as he finishes inside her.

Damian stays there for a moment collecting himself and watching Nessa’s expression. Her chest heaves with the effort to breathe but she is smiling which ensures Damian that she is ok. He sweetly kisses her forehead before rolling off from on top of her and pulling her to his chest and holding her. “Are you ok Mariposa? Was that too much? What do you need?” Damian asks rapidly, wanting to make sure she is ok as he holds her to his chest, Nessa’s hand resting on his chest next to her head. Nessa nods her head and swallows trying to find strength to talk and collect her thoughts, her body trembling slightly still.

“I’m ok, that was, that was wonderful and just hold me please.” She quietly answers, partly muffled by Damian's chest. They do hear her however and all scoot over surrounding her in the cuddle pile again. “Did you guys just lay there when you were done waiting for us to finish?” Nessa asks, a little more strength in her voice and she feels Rhea laugh against her.

“Yes, this does happen fairly often, and that's what we do so we can all give each other what we need afterward.” Rhea answers. Nessa feels someone play with her hair.

They lay like that for a while before Damian clears his throat, “This probably should have been discussed before but we got carried away, are you on birth control? I’m sorry to ask like this but we did discuss that in the boundaries…” He kisses Nessa’s head as she jumps hearing thumps from the kitchen.

“Relax Mi Vida, Finn is making us breakfast. He does that when he doesn’t participate if we have sex in the morning.” Dominik soothes Nessa reaching over and squeezing her shoulder.

“Yeah, I have an IUD, it’s still good, I am due to have it replaced in a few months.” Nessa explains craning her neck to look up at Damian. She starts to fidget and wiggle and Damian shakes his head and breaks the embrace and slides into a sitting position.

“Go to the bathroom, Nes you clearly need to and we don’t want you to get a UTI, the same goes for you, Rhea.” He orders gently running his fingers through Nessa’s hair when she pouts at the loss of contact but stays laying down because Rhea pulled her to her chest spooning her.

“But comfy…” Rhea mutters into Nessa’s hair, Dominik hums in agreement.

“I know Nessa is comfortable but your health comes first, now, let her go and both of you go to the bathroom.” Damian orders. Nessa wiggles out of Rhea's grasp for Rhea to whine at the loss of heat. Nessa leans over and kisses Rhea, then Dom, then she straddles Damian momentarily and kisses him again before jumping up and going to the bathroom.

Rhea giggles watching Nessa run naked through her house to the bathroom.

"Well that was unexpected," Rhea comments, getting up herself wrapping the blanket around her and continues, "Tonight I'll see if she will fill out the kink chart so we know for sure what is ok and not." Rhea struts away from them Dom still laying on the floor and Damian leaning against the couch sitting up. Damian opens his arms for Dominik who crawls over and sits on his lap.

“She let me kiss her and would have let me do more if Mami would let me,” Dominik pouts, laying his head on Damian's shoulder. Damian wraps his arms around Dom's waist.

“Yes she would have, but we don’t want to do too much too fast, she is still hurt from what happened Dom. We didn’t stop you out of being stingy but to protect both of you. I think it was almost too much for her; she nearly went nonverbal.” Damien explains rubbing up and down Dom’s arm.

“If she is moving and nodding and whimpering it’s ok, it's when she nods but no sound at all is when she shuts down.” Dom explains.

“Where did the biting come from? Did she do that with you?” Damien asks trying to understand how the girl who blushes when he flirts suggestively, she just bites down, did she know that is one of his kinks?

“No not really, she did bite me a bit but never like that,” Dominik answers, kissing the bruises on Damian's neck and making him moan again.

“Oy no more fucking, breakfast is almost done go get dressed the girls are already in here helping me!” Finn hollers out from the kitchen. Damian sighs and pats Dominik’s thigh who gets up, Damian does the same and stretches the two of them going to get ready for the day.

"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

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ronal - amazonian tribbing

content - ronal & fem!reader , clit to clit , amazonian tribbing position

“do you feel that pretty girl? keep those legs apart for me.” ronal said, squatting over you as you had your legs spread with your knees beside your head. she rutted her hips, her soaked cunt sliding against yours with ease. both of your puffy clits pressed against each other each time she moved forwards. she placed her hand on your pelvis, keeping you still as she thrusted against you, coating your cunt all over with slick. “that’s it baby, feel my clit? making mommy feel so good.” she praised from above you, readjusting her squat before sitting her cunt on top of yours. looking down at where you two were pressed together, she positioned her puffy clit to press onto yours before grinding circles into you, her hands moving to your breasts. ronal’s skilled hands teased your hardened nipples, her hips still working on your cunt, feeling you get wetter and wetter each time her clit flicked past yours. “mommy, please, please i need to cum!” you cried out, legs tired from the position she forced you in. ronals judgmental eyes scanned your face, as if assessing wether or not she’s grant you the luxury of cumming with her. she dragged her hands down your torso, moving to your thighs before putting the last of the energy she had into humping you. lewd noises filled the marui, wet sounds and skin rubbing against each other as well as your desperate whines. “let it out, baby.” ronal directed, focusing her humps on your clit only, watching your face twist as you came. she praised you, cooing compliments as she reached her own high, her cum dripping down your inner thighs. the second she lifted her sore body from yours, your eyes darted downwards to your cunt, seeing it all glossy and soaked. it was the most erotic thing you and ronal had tried before.

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I’d like some wholesome Judgement Day please… my week has been hell so far aND IM WRITING THIS ON A MONDAY

Judgment Day Fluff

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it one of the few days everyone has off

and you beg them to spend the day relaxing. No chores, no working out, no training

just a day for all of you to spend time together

So. Many. Cuddles

your head in Rhea’s lap, your feet in Finn’s lap, Damian’s head on your lap, and Dominik’s head on your chest where you can run your fingers through his hair

its just a mess of limbs on the couch with you in the middle

Arguments about what movies you watch, and on who has to get snacks for everyone

Even if someone needs to get up, they will put it off as long as possible

you’ll end up staying up late

Not just because no one wants to get up and move to bed, but you also know that once you go to sleep the day is over

and tomorrow you have to go back to normal, adult, activities

The Bloodline, Pt. I.

Author’s Note: So I am on Wattpad, if you see this exact story on there, don’t worry, it’s me. lol Also, side note, I wrote this for an old book and tweaked it to fit the Bloodline, hope you all enjoy. I haven’t written in months, so bare with me. 

warnings: strong language, mentions of death, drugs, etc, eventual smut and adult content word count: 5K (sheesh).

You sighed heavily as you made your way to your black Audi TT 2.0T Coupe, 2018. Though your legs were in the mood for walking, the rest of your body wasn’t prepared. It needed to prepare for this long meeting that was ahead of you. This would be the third meeting this week your boss has mandated. You had no idea why he called all these meetings, but you were growing tired. It seemed that every time you laid your head down to rest, he’d ring your cell, notifying you of an upcoming meeting. It wasn’t enjoyable, but then again, you understood. His father had just acquired some new territory that was under heavy construction and needed surveillance from outsiders to keep it safe. You were growing excited at the thought of Kane expanding his business. It meant more money for you and possibly being ranked higher up.

You were currently in your “rookie” status because you’ve only worked for Kane for nearly a year. You were trained for two years but employed for just one year, so you were fresh on the block. You were the youngest of the corporation, Snake.Eyes.Everywhere. (aka S.E.E.), and because of this, you were often looked down upon by your peers. It was so annoying, and you wanted to prove everyone wrong. You wanted to prove that you could be ruthless like them, especially Sage. She was your enemy among the S.E.E. members, high up in rank, a sniper, and she wasn’t afraid to remind you.

When you first started working for S.E.E, she was the one to train you, being the most skilled of the women that worked for Kane. She was his top pick, his chosen one. At first, she was reluctant to train you, but with Kane’s constant pushing to teach you, she finally did, and boy, did you pay. She was the best trainer, but she was also the most harsh. You can’t even count on your fingers how many times you’ve returned home with black eyes, busted lips, and a broken spirit. She’s previously broken a couple of your ribs, a sign that she took her job seriously. You somewhat admired her, but you despised her as well. It nearly took you an eternity (in your mind), to gain her trust as a fellow member of S.E.E.

She was very reserved, much like the shadow of the corporation, only coming out when needed to assassinate any enemy that dared to threaten the corporation she adored so much. She’d have you dead within seconds if you made it to her hit list. You heard once that she killed an entire gang who made a bad deal with Kane, all in one night, courtesy of her AR15 Sniper Rifle, or her toy as she likes to call it. All you knew was that with the skills she obtained, you were no match, and you would make sure you wouldn’t end up on her hit list. Hence, why you were making sure you were on time for this meeting. She hated when people were late for important meetings, especially when dealing with new territory.

You place your ray bans onto your face, checking that you look presentable in the mirror. After this meeting, you’d go to a party your best friend was having at a local bar in downtown Pensacola. It was a new club that just opened, and being that your friend was such a bar hopper, she wanted you to come with her. She’d be turning twenty-seven, an age you’d often joke to her about being ancient. She was a nice girl, Mercedes, her name. You two met when you moved to Florida. You were going to a local university to pursue a career in marine biology, and she was pursuing a career as a forensic scientist. Though she hadn’t made it that far into schooling, she was among the most intelligent girls you knew.

In fact, she was your only friend, if compared to those you often see. You weren’t allowed to have that many friends, Kane’s orders. He stated that knowing too many people could potentially put you at risk of stumbling upon a secret enemy of S.E.E., which was true. When you think about it, you have secretly encountered students associated with enemy organizations. Though you didn’t know this, Kane knew. He had eyes everywhere. Hence, the name of his father’s large corporation, S.E.E., was also symbolism for the word “sea,” as members of this corporation were everywhere, lurking.

You can’t even count how many times you’ve gotten calls, and warnings from Kane about the student that sat next to you in Biology class being an informant for whatever gang they were affiliated with. Being among regular-looking students was weird, yet they were living double lives. But then again, so were you. To those from the outside looking in, you looked like an ordinary girl, but if they only knew what you transformed into once night falls. Hence, your nickname was given to you by Kane, Midnight.

You were part of the lowest rank in the S.E.E. corporation, Garter Snakes. If you know anything about garter snakes (or gardener snakes), they are nearly the most harmless snakes of all. You were joined by others that were considered harmless or not very dangerous within the corporation. It slightly annoyed you because you felt you had potential, but you had to have patience. Kane was a knowledgeable man, and you wouldn’t dare question his decisions (at least not most of the time). He was the reason you were still in the garter unit, but he knew you could be higher up, just not too soon. He wanted to take his time with you and prepare you for higher status.

You were surprisingly one of his favorites, or at least that’s what your fellow member, Sapphire (or Cypher, as most call her), would always say. She was such an entertaining person, to say the least, her bubbly personality being one of great use in times of turmoil. She was a member of a subunit of S.E.E. called DIAMONDS, a codename they used, inspired by the western diamondback rattlesnake. Interestingly enough, Cypher and her counterpart Zee, were both the ladies to put the act in action, while Lavinia and Garnet were informants. Again, they had higher ranks than you, but soon, you’d be joining them, or at least you hoped.

You’ve been struggling lately in your part of the corporation. Lately, life has just been giving you the middle finger. You were currently living in a beat-up apartment. Though you were thankful for a roof over your head, you couldn’t help but complain about the daily struggles you faced living in the place you did. One constant complaint is the cold showers you’d often have to take. The water system in your apartment complex sucked ass. The water company, you believed, would receive at least over twenty complaints a day about the water going cold. If the water isn’t running cold, the electric stability of the apartments is screwing up. If that weren’t a problem, you’d groan about the slight mold forming on your ceiling, thanks to the water leaks that would sneak up on you unexpectedly.

You were tired of spending money trying to fix up your place. It started to strain your pockets, leading to how you met Kane, one of the most snakelike people you’ve ever encountered.

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You had just been fired from your job at the local pizzeria, Stefano’s Local Pizza, to no fault of your own. Or at least that’s what you’d told yourself at the time. You couldn’t help that your car kept breaking down, leading to you always being late for work. You tried countlessly to explain to your boss your situation, but he wasn’t hearing it. He was tired of you showing up late, rushing through the entrance doors, hair a mess, and clothes out of place, from running into work. It was a Friday night, a rainy one at that. The once baby-blue skies turned dark when you ran into work for the last time.

He was waiting for you behind the counter, your last check in hand, informing you of your departure. You were so hurt and scared. You had no idea how you were going to pay your bills anymore. School had taken a drastic hit on the money that you’d gotten from your parents before traveling to Florida. You weren’t exactly on a scholarship. You had to come out of pocket or borrow loans to get through school. And now, here you were, being fired? You damn near begged your manager to let you stay, offering to work overtime, but it was useless. You were dismissed.

Defeated, you walked to a nearby Korean bistro called Chopsticks to soothe your confused mind. At that moment, you sat down to order your meal when someone caught your eye. Two people, male and female, neatly dressed in crisp attire, sat across the restaurant, looking through their menus. They were sophisticatedly dressed compared to you and the other diners that were in casual clothing. They were sore on the eyes and could catch anyone’s attention, making you wonder what they were doing in a place like that. Shouldn’t they dine on lobster and steak at a fancy restaurant?

You tried not to stare at them, but they were so captivating, especially the male of the two. You couldn’t see his eyes due to the black shades he wore, which added to his mysterious look, but it made you want to stare at him more. You could see tattoos adorning his right arm and hand from where you were positioned. The woman sitting across from him, she was gorgeous. She looked almost like a gothic doll, with porcelain skin and hair jet black. However, you couldn’t really make out her facial features with her back turned to you. But you just knew she was beautiful.

Your time at the bistro was going fine until two men walked in, dressed also like the man and woman, but they didn’t look as friendly as you’d think. In fact, they seemed almost outraged at the sight of the man and woman. The man smirked at them before pulling out a pistol from his pocket, causing chaos throughout the restaurant.

You nearly didn’t escape alive as gunshots and people fled here and there. Well, that was partly because when you were running towards an exit just at the back of the restaurant, a bullet pierced your side. It surprised you so much that you fell onto the floor, crying in pain. All you could hear as you lay on the tiled floor, slipping in and out of consciousness, were screams, gunshots, and profanity. You closed your eyes, anticipating your death. You didn’t think you’d die in that way, hoping you’d at least make it to age eighty before God called you home, but you guessed you were wrong. Dammit, life was harsh. At that moment, everything went quiet except for the footsteps that echoed throughout the kitchen. Soon, you were approached by the man with dark shades and tatted arms.

He was even more beautiful up close. However, the harshness in his eyes made you fear the worst. Maybe he was a bad guy. Would he kill you? You didn’t know, but before passing out, you remembered him bending down to stroke your face.

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And that’s how you came to know Kane. He saved your life, and now you are working for him years later. Working for him wasn’t easy. It was scary at first. You remember when he first showed you how to use a gun, to which you accidentally shot one of his hitmen by mistake. Poor guy is now walking with a permanent limp, thanks to you. You’d think working for Kane you’d be wealthy, right? Wrong. Though he offered you to live with him and the rest of his workers, you refused. Being in a mansion full of killers and assassins wasn’t exactly your taste. But then again, that’s exactly what you were being trained for, so you were no better, but still. Just the thought of being in the same house as Sage made your stomach do backflips. And not in a good way, either.

Unbeknownst to Kane, you recently applied for a job as an assistant at a primary school. Your job was to monitor the children while they played on the playground, assist them in painting and drawing pictures, feed them during lunchtime, watch over them during nap time, and help them with other activities. Children were your weakness. You loved children, hence, why you applied for the job. You got the opportunity, thanks to Mercedes, who also worked at the primary school. Being around children just calms you in a world full of chaos. Their innocence, in a way, purified you from the filth that consumed you in the mafia world.

Knocking you out of your thoughts, your phone dings, signaling a text message. You swiftly reach over your seat, get your cell phone, and peer at the screen. You stopped at a red light before checking the message, a reminder that the meeting would begin in thirty minutes. You hurriedly make your way downtown and through red lights to get to the S.E.E. headquarters.

You slowly approach the entrance gates, rolling down your window to greet Austin, or A.T. (short for A-Town) as he liked to be called. He grinned down at you, approaching your car.

“What’s up, baby? Are you finally coming to give me some? You look good.” he teased as you rolled your eyes at his advances. He always loved flirting with you, even when you rejected him repeatedly.

You didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, especially with a fellow snake. It just wasn’t right. Plus, Kane would probably kill you both if he found out you tried to sleep with each other. Yes, A.T. was handsome, but he wouldn’t fool you. He was a complete womanizer, much like the many men that worked for Kane. This guy has gotten more ass than a toilet seat, and you refused to be the butt of his jokes (no pun intended). He loved bragging to his friends about the various women he’s slept with during missions. He was more than just a gatekeeper, but you didn’t know the specifics of his ranking. But it didn’t matter. You wouldn’t be another woman in-between his sheets.

“Thanks for the offer, but if I want a man, he’s gotta have two of everything.” you sassed as his laughing came to a halt.

He glared at you, his right eye covered with an eye patch, taking offense to your words. Poor thing lost his right eye, messing up during a mission. Apparently, he entered an enemy gang’s bar, got drunk, and started a fight. To which he was outnumbered and attacked. His right eye was delivered to Kane in a bloody velvet box as a gift for Kane’s birthday—one of the most gruesome presents one could ever receive.

“Damn, Y/n, that was cold.” he sighed, signaling the gate opener to open the massive gates. You snickered as he backed away from your car, letting you zoom past him.

You make it to the packed parking lot before parking your car. You make sure you straighten out your red silk dress before going to the front door. You usually dress less fancy for meetings. Still, you promised Mercedes you’d be at her birthday celebration as soon as you left from your “public outing,” so there was no use in you having to change clothes twice.

Two guards stood posted up at the front door entrance, guns in hand, as you greeted them. They didn’t say much, only nodded their bald heads. They were pretty stale guards if you say so yourself. They wore plain black suits, except for the snake pendant pinned to their jacket pocket. A symbol of their employment to the S.E.E. corporation. They immediately let you in, recognizing you as a fellow Snake, as you walked into the main corridor, heels clicking against the marble floor.

The S.E.E. headquarters was a place of pure luxury, with paintings and expensive vases in almost every room. It represented Kane’s taste in architecture. He was a man that loved art. He loved looking expensive, at least when making drug deals or doing business with important clients. Other than that, he’d wear hoodies and jeans just like anyone else. You pass by some housemaids and butlers on your way up the stairs to the meeting room, or Snake Pit, as Kane calls it. It was a fancy way of saying the meeting room, where all the members came together to discuss business.

Your legs almost feel like jello as you walk to the house’s second floor, then to the big double doors that lead to the meeting room. Approaching the doors, you’re immediately met with multiple voices coming from behind them, all familiar.

You quickly but quietly open the doors as the talking quieted down, all eyes on you. Did you arrive late or something? You were sure you arrived on time……or did you? You looked at no one, including Sage, as you reached your usual seat next to Cypher. She gave you a small smile before turning her attention back to Kane, who stood in front of the large glass table.

“Midnight…I presume you have a decent excuse as to why you’re ten minutes late.” Kane’s soft voice says, eyes scanning over your appearance: a red silk strappy dress, silver strap heels, red lipstick, 40-inch box braids neatly in a high ponytail, cascading down your back.

You feel a slight lump form in your throat. You knew he meant no harm, but somehow, he always made you shiver with fear. Maybe it was because he was of the highest rank among S.E.E. members, the leader of a subunit known as Inland Taipan (or I.T. for short). Fun fact, the subunit was named after the most deadly and venomous snake in the world. It was scary to think a rank like that existed, making you almost worry why members of that unit were given that name.

You look over at Kane before slowly shaking your head. There was no use in lying to him. He always had a way of making you spill the truth. A characteristic of his you hated with every fiber of your being.

“I’m sorry…..I lost track of time,” you say, barely above a whisper.

You hear a short snort, not even needing to look at who made the sound. Sage. She sat closest to Kane’s seat, glaring at you, impatience and annoyance written all over her face. She was such a bitch, but a bad one at that. You dared not test her. She was one rank under Kane but would break you in half in a second. One day you’d muster up the courage to defend yourself against her. Until then, you’d sit quietly and listen to her every command.

“Hmph… we’ll discuss that later. However, there are more important matters to discuss, so I called everyone to this meeting. As you all know, we’ve acquired new territory in Miami, which usually isn’t our target location. However, my father made a deal with the leader of the Sin City Boys. This property is located at the seaport, not too far away from our enemy’s territory hence, why there is a problem. A problem that was reported to me earlier today.” Kane spoke, commanding everyone’s attention as he paced around calmly.

“Our enemy?…. We have plenty of those. I’ve scanned the areas near and far from that seaport; from what I’ve seen, no one has claim over any territory. What problem do we have?” Garnet, the computer genius, asked curiously. The woman was a pure magician with computers. She once hacked into a computer system at a local bank, stealing valuable information that could give her access to banking safes worldwide. She was gold. She held a cold, distant demeanor, but she wasn’t as cruel as most would think. She was pretty short in height; however, she’d get violent in seconds if she had to. She was of a rank you weren’t sure of, but she was highly skilled in her field.

“Two of my watchmen, who were surveilling the harbor, suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night. No one knew what the hell happened to them. But then I received pictures from an anonymous source of their bodies…..wrapped in sea debris in one of the boats at the harbor. From what I received…… this seaport is located near the Bloodline’s premises, something unknown to us at the time of the deal. Now, we have a problem on our hands. The Bloodline has killed one of our own. And they will pay.” Kane says, anger rising in his voice.

Bloodline…..Bloodline……a name you’ve heard countless times in your line of work. Apparently, they were sworn enemies with the entire S.E.E. corporation. You weren’t sure exactly how big their organization was. Still, compared to the one you were a part of, there was no way they could battle with The Snakes, a name given to any member of S.E.E. Or could they? You heard they were quite notorious, just like Kanes’ crew.

Their group had five prominent members, a subunit of the infamous Samoan Dynasty. They were intelligent, cunning, vicious men that knew the ins and outs of any part of the United States. They were that influential and powerful. They acquired a lot of territory you wouldn’t cross into unless you were looking for trouble. You weren’t familiar with what they looked like. However, you knew that their leader was an intellectual, a man of great stature. He was the one who put the Bloodline crew together at a young age, or at least that’s what you’ve heard from whispers by fellow Snakes here. He was known as the Tribal Chief, the Head of The Table, the Greatest of All Time. You name it; he had it all. He was a menace to society, described by some as Satan himself. No one and I mean no one, crossed him and didn’t pay the ultimate price.

The Samoan Dynasty was a corporation of wild, rebellious individuals. They had several clubs scattered about in the United States, particularly Florida, their central drug city. Some called them harmless, loving people that took care of their own. But much like a lion’s pride, if you threatened what was theirs or their family….be prepared to fight until death.

A “peace” treaty was signed some time ago by both S.E.E. and Samoan Dynasty members, swearing not to cross each other’s borders unless you were looking for trouble. Since then, the two corporations have had little to no problems. However, this minor (well, major) bad deal has caused conflict. Now the Samoan Dynasty have taken Kane’s men on their territory, trying to export drugs, as a sign of aggression. A breaking on their part of the treaty. It was only a matter of time before the elders of the dynasty summoned one of their most elite subunits, The Bloodline, to unleash punishment. Now, they would be coming for any of Kane’s men, not caring what rank they were. They would do away with Kane and his men if need be. You once heard that the Bloodline fought against one of Kane’s subunits, killing them all, decapitating their heads, and sending them to Kane as a warning. But that was just a rumor, and you sure wouldn’t ask anyone if it were true. But if it were, the Bloodline was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

As Kane continued talking, you spaced out. Your mind wondered if you would get a call soon telling you you’d be hired for the primary school job. The only reason you didn’t want Kane knowing was because he didn’t want you getting distracted. He always wanted you to be alert, even when you weren’t on S.E.E. territory. Enemies of The Snakes could be anywhere, in ordinary settings, so you had to be on the lookout. You couldn’t let your guard down. Otherwise, you’d be taken captive by enemy corporations or dead. However, you wanted to live an everyday life outside of the mafia. You wanted to have something to at least make you feel safe.

You have not talked to your parents or any family member since you started working for Kane. He said that sometimes enemies could find out where your loved ones lived and do horrible things to them to get you to cooperate with them. And though that was difficult to imagine, it was the truth. You knew the consequences of working for Kane, meaning that your consequences could become your family’s or friends’ problems. Therefore, you only socialize a little. You kept to yourself at school, isolating yourself from people around you. You did it not only for your safety but for theirs. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you. So, how did you and Mercedes become so close?

You met her before working for Kane, so you refused to let her go as a friend. Did he like it? No, but once Lavinia gave him a full report on who Mercedes was, she wasn’t seen as a threat. Thank God for Lavinia. She’s in charge of searching and finding information on anyone necessary. Suppose red flags came up during her investigation. In that case, she’d alert Garnet, who’d inform Kane, who’d inform Sage or any other assassin, and have the person killed.

Kane continued to go on and on until he finally broke you out of your trance with the call of your name. You immediately sit up straight, looking at him, confused. You weren’t sure what he’d just said to you, but it was something Sage didn’t like, as she stood to her feet in rejection.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you asked, hoping he’d ignore that you weren’t even paying attention to him.

“I said, I’d like you to take on this special mission. One that will require a lot of you,” he spoke, his tone serious yet soft.

All eyes were on you as everyone awaited your response.

“I-I well….I umm-” Sage quickly cut you off, standing her ground against Kane. She couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

You? Go against the Bloodline?! A rookie against a skilled group of men who’d have you dead in seconds? You?!

“Are you serious, Kane?! You’re going to send her to go after the Bloodline?! The Bloodline?! The same ones that nearly killed half of your men when you stepped onto their territory two years ago! The same ones who killed my brother! She’s no match for them. That’s like sending a baby deer to a coalition of lions. She’d be dead as soon as she walked on their territory. Send me instead, I can-” Kane rudely cut her off.

“I know what I’m doing, Sage. They will recognize you if you even step onto the Bloodline’s soil. Y/N is just as innocent as they come. They’d never suspect her to be working for us. We need to have her to do this mission. Of course, I won’t send her alone. That would be quite stupid of me and unsafe for her. I will send two Shadows with her.” Kane said, referring to two people that would follow you wherever you went, but you’d never see them. They were mysterious people who would step in whenever trouble was too much. They’d watch over you, making sure no enemy came too close. They were the “kill on sight” type of people. No questions asked.

You stood to your feet, nodding your head. This could be your big break. This could be your moment to prove what you were made of finally. You were tired of being The Snakes joke, and you were more than that. And you’d prove it. Prove it by taking revenge on the Bloodline. You took a deep breath before accepting Kane’s offer.

“I accept your offer, Kane. Whatever is required of me, I will do it,” you said, steadying your voice. Knowing it would be detected quickly, you couldn’t show any ounce of doubt. No matter how much the thought of crossing the Bloodline scared you, you wouldn’t show any ounce of weakness. You had to do this.

He nods, satisfied with your answer. “Alrighty then, it’s set. However, you know the drill. If there is anyone that objects, speak now, or bite your tongue.” he says as you both turn to face the remaining Snakes in the room.

They all looked around at each other. Some had unsure looks on their faces, while others looked on in agreement. All except Sage. She said nothing. She took her place back in her seat.

“We have no rejections.” everyone finally said after a moment of silence. Kane nods before looking over at you.

He lifts his right hand, signaling for you to pledge, a ritual Snakes often do when accepting a mission.

“Repeat after me. I, Y/N, take this mission with all seriousness. I will become like a snake, seeking whom I will devour. I will not spare any prey in my path. Everyone is my enemy. I will not slack on this mission. I will not stop until it is complete. My enemies will be bitten, for my venom is lethal. I know that if I should fall into the hands of the enemy, I will not disclose anything about the S.E.E. corporation. I know the consequences of betraying The Snakes. I know that if the enemies try to convince me to betray you all, I will become the prey. Therefore, I am willing to give my all, including my undying loyalty to The Snakes. Snakes, forever.” he says, as you repeat every word after him.

He nods, accepting your pledge. “You know what comes next. You will receive a snake pendant to represent that you are officially a part of the S.E.E. corporation. However, you will not earn your true snake bite unless you complete this mission. Do you understand?” he asks, pulling a snake pendant from his pocket, preparing to place it on your dress.

That’s it…..it was official. You now had a mission to complete. Kill the most elite of the Samoan Dynasty, The Bloodline.

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You watch as the gates of the S.E.E. headquarters close behind you. You were now heading towards the club to meet with Mercedes. Your mind was heavy with what you were asked to do on this mission. You were given a file full of background information on every Bloodline member. You were assigned seven days to complete this mission. And seven days only. You were to kill every member of the Bloodline, sparing no one. You were instructed to go from the “weakest” member to the strongest. You’re unsure who was the weakest, but you had to move fast. Time was ticking. If they were as clever and dangerous as people have said, you had to play smart. You had to play their game. They didn’t know what was coming for them. You’d attack them, one by one, and bring honor to the S.E.E. corporation. Just the thought made you smile to yourself.

It takes you only a short time before you’re at the club parking lot, parking your car to greet Mercedes. She stood, waiting patiently outside the club for you. Once she saw you, she giggled, running over to you to embrace you.

“Hey bitch, you ready to fuck shit up!?!” she yelled, obviously having some drinks already in her system.

“Yeah, come on, birthday girl. It’s time to party.” you grinned as you two entered the club.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome! Thanks for reading!

Before you go, lemme introduce you all to some of the characters introduced in this first part:

Mercedes

Cypher

Zee

Lavinia

Garnet

A.T.

and last but not least, Sage.

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