Marsti is a lover of rules. A rustblood has no business being as bossy as her, but that never stops her from telling you how it is. Not that you particularly mind. It feels nice to have someone who can make the decisions for you, to let yourself find comfort in her assurance when you have had so little stability on Alternia.
But it sure as hell gets difficult to follow her rules when you are alone in the hive and horny.
You are not allowed to play with yourself while Marsti is gone. You make too much of a mess, she tells you. And you sense the unspoken truth behind her words. She wants to be there to clean it up.
You try to distract yourself from the buzz of pleasure that gradually pools between your thighs. It is a torturous and ultimately futile endeavor. Her scent clings to the pristine sofa where you bury your face. Soon enough, your hand sneaks its way past your underwear and you mewl Marsti’s name while you picture her long fingers thoroughly massaging your fluttering wet entrance.
Your mind conjures the image of her detached and strict expression as she stares down at you. The way she coolly regards the shameless grind of your hips to bury her fingers deeper inside you. The spark of desire coloring her eyes when you beg for her. The coy smile lingering at her lips when your arms wrap around her shoulders to pull her closer. The low rumble purring into your ear as her bulge stretches you open, meeting your thrusts with languid leisure. Each stroke feels like a match striking against its phosphorous strip, until she fucks you with just the right amount of pressure, the right amount of speed, to finally ignite the fire flooding through your nerves.
Breathe. You forget to breathe for a moment. Your face is still smothered by the pillow beneath you and your fingers slip out of you with a trail of juices running down your crack and pooling on the sofa. You are sweaty and blissed out and holy fuck the front door just opened and closed in the short timespan of you regaining your senses.
“Hey, hun,” Marsti calls out, and you only have enough time to sit up and throw the saliva-coated pillow over your thighs. She notices your strange behavior immediately, of course. You meekly smile at her cocked brow. “Why are you so disheveled?”
“I just woke up from a nap,” you said with a nervous laugh. “Fell asleep on the couch. How was your day?”
She is silent for a moment, pursing her lips in thought. “Fine,” she answers, and the second she starts walking towards you, your fingers dig deeper into the pillow.
“Marsti, you’re prowling at me like a purrbeast - “
Your hands still grip the pillow when she lifts it above your hips. Her eyes zero in on the evidence of your arousal and quickly meet your doe-eyed stare. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
Words rush out in a flurry. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it you weren’t home - “
“Look at this,” she cuts you off, tossing the pillow aside. “You’re filthy.” You look away as your cheeks flush, quiet and obedient when you feel her nudge your legs apart. She crouches down for a better view, and you are fairly certain you might actually die from embarrassment when she takes hold of the backs of your thighs and lifts your legs until your knees nearly touch your chest.
God damn it, Marsti. The sheer vulnerability of being exposed like this tears a pathetic whimper from you.
“You spilled all over the place.” The clinical assessment has you squirming in place. Her fingers dig into your soft skin and it only makes your pussy leak more juices down your wet crack. A quiet chitter rumbles from deep within her chest at the sight.
Your mouth opens and promptly shuts. She has that look in her eyes. You play this game so well with her - you, so meek and penitent, and her, seemingly annoyed at the mess. But if there is one thing you know about Marsti, it’s that she loves coming home to her clumsy, shameless alien who can’t seem to follow the rules.
And so you hide your little smile behind your hand as Marsti stares you down. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Guess you’ll have to clean it up,” you innocently reply.
She smirks.
Marsti is not a woman of many words. Your smile instantly curls into a wordless cry as her warm tongue glides through your puffy folds to lick your juices, and you slump back onto the couch in a useless puddle of pent up arousal as Marsti savors your taste and leaves blooming lovebites on your thighs.
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can we get sum marsti x highblood reader? Your work is spectacular btw!
absolutely! and thank you for the compliment, dear <3
-. you bet your ass that your hive goes beyond spotless. you used to think she started dating you because your hive was such a mess, and she enjoyed the challenge. when she stuck around even after you cleaned up your habits, you knew that you were terribly flushed for her - as she was for you, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
- her being a rusty, you offered for her to come and live with you in the highblood district - lots of space where she’d be safe, and near you! you were somewhat shocked when she declined - she said she’d feel more like a rust butler. because it’s ultimately her fate once she’s off-planet, she understandably wanted to avoid it.
- it took you a little while to understand, being up a few castes and all, but you’re so unbelievably proud of your girlfriend and her tenacity. she keeps the lowblood districts far cleaner then they could have ever imagined, and you love her for it.
- you’ve tried on multiple occasions to help her out with cleaning, but they don’t usually end well. being a highblood and all, you rarely had to do your own housekeeping, so she’s had to teach you everything you know. she usually gets a few hours into the day and she’s laughing at you and shaking her head in exasperation! the nerve.
- she usually wraps her arms around you, strong and tall. her arms are well-muscled from all the cleaning, and she holds you securely from behind. her nails scratch comfortingly up and down your arms, and when you breathe in, she smells like citrus cleaning products. she looks down at you, smiling. a kiss on the forehead and she says “babe. it’s time to go home. you’re getting in the way.”
- you know despite her usual lack of expressions and emotions means little regarding how she feels about you. you know she loves you with all her heart, even if she isn’t the most eloquent at showing it.
Can you sate my need for Marsti with a matesprit that wants her to take a break sometime so she doesn't overwork herself ❤ Friend-me-harder
@friend-me-harder I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING CAN (another two-similar-in-one hope that’s ok with y’all glhggkchkf)
☆ This babe?? Please take care of her honestly, she deserves all the love and support in the world. She’s the kinda troll to not really know when she’s overworked herself, so please remind her!
☆ She’s got some hella good self-care routines, but sometimes she gets so caught up with the work that it just slips her mind. Having a cutie matesprit (that’s u) telling her it’s Time To Stop is honestly such a good help
☆ The two of you would have spa days with just the ultimate self care and relaxation. We’re talking soothing bubble bath, face masks, you putting cucumbers on her eyes (even though she’s never seen a cucumber before what even is a cucumber how did you get this thing on an alien planet wh a t )
☆ You could probably get a sweet deal from tagora and just absolutely spoil her with expensive CRUSH products. She might look nervous and say she ‘doesn’t need all this fancy stuff really, she just likes being with you’
☆ Which is First of all; adORABLe wOW???? and Second of all;
“let me spoil you rotten you valid and amazing and deserving-of-all-my-love binch”
☆ Would probably just smooch you to get you to just stop talking and being so worried about her and just enjoy your time together
☆ Gives very good hugs. A++ would snuggle again. Also, you think you can care more about her but then not take proper care of yourself?? Not On Her Watch
Do you have any Marsti headcannons? My girl needs some more love within her self-care.
You’re right op and you should say it
☆ This girl... it might be hard to earn her trust but once you do you’re stuck with her
☆ You’ve got her wrapped around your finger, and she’d do virtually anything to make you happy
☆ She might be a rustblood but those arms are Strong and she won’t hesitate to lift you around and hold you
☆ She’s pretty tall and so she think it’s absolutely adorable when you try to reach up to kiss her. She’ll lean down and smooch both your cheeks and your nose before kissing your lips sweetly
☆ Acts like it doesn’t affect her, but you can tell she’s blushing the rest of the night when you give her a compliment or hug and/or smooch her
☆ Reminds you to take care of yourself, and if you try to refuse and overwork yourself she will physically drag you with her to cuddle and relax. Good luck trying to escape from those trained arms.
