#echo is nfsw

[nysrage]

Trigger Fingers, Connie Springer.

am i in my connie era? yes.

am i gonna do more gamer connie? yes.

gamer connie, that sat comfortably in his gamer chair with you sitting in his lap. strong hands that not only knew it’s way around a controller but also your body. running his fingers along the soft flesh of your thighs and tummy, as you lay comfortably with your back against his chest while he talked shit to his boys on the headset as they played call of duty.

“yo! y’all boys are ass, stop camping and catch this led!”

slightly annoyed you rolled your eyes, you’d supposed to spending time alone with your boo but he was busy playing the game. showing you little to no attention other then being in his presence. “could be catching this ass but you wanna play video games..” mumbling under your breath, which wasn’t missed by connie whispering the same excuse. “let me just finish this mission and i’m all yours mamí.” placing wet kiss behind your ear. that same spot that got you riled up everytime he was near it. so like the brat you were, you placed your hands atop of connie. guiding them around and up your body, squeezing them around your soft breasts as you grind against the growing print in his lap whispering into his unoccupied ear. “I want you now con..”

connie mumbling a soft “fuck…” before pausing the screen and speaking up into the mic, “I’ll catch y’all later, i got some business to handle..” groans, teeth sucking, and shit talking echoing from the headset as connie mindlessly clicks a button on the headset to mute the microphone. his full attention now on you, snaking his hand around your neck as he kissed and sucked at the side of your throat. bruises blossoming on your brown skin with every movement of his lips. his free hand releasing those soft breast of yours from out your tank top, pinching and massaging your nipples in his hand while licking at the soft flesh of your neck. whimper in his hold as continues to tease the little body of yours until your whining for more.

“don’t trip princesa, m’gonna give you that attention you want..”

which led to your legs spread out on both sides of the chairs arm rests. your moans bouncing off the walls as connie’s fingers filled your walls to perfection. both of your eyes watching his fingers disappear into your glistening folds, his hand gripping at your thigh to keep your leg open the way he wanted as you began to fall apart in his lap. “doing so good baby, spit on that pussy fa’ me..” doing as your told, letting a string of spit fall from your lips and down to your pretty brown pussy. connie watching as it mixes in your slick with a soft groan in your ear “mm, good girl.”

thick fingers beginning to piston in and out of you as your wet pussy sounds off in the room, a visible sight of your warm walls gripping connie fingers back in deep. “s-shittt feel s’good paa.” moaning out in ecstasy as he dug you out and talked his shit in your ear the way you loved. “yeah? papí making you feel good?” connie smiling as your eyes rolled back into that fucked out head. “love when you let me just play wit her.” sucking at that same precious spot behind your ear as he curled his fingers deep and worked at your throbbing clit. slapping those brown erect nipple with his free hand. “connieeee— m’so closeee!”

“mhm, make a mess fr’me.” legs trembling in his hold as you let out a loud pornographic moan, head thrown back as you came hard. connie working you through your orgasm in awe of the creamy arousal coating his fingers and the twitch of your body as he softly teased your clit. “that’s it pretty girl..” whispering soft praises into your ear as pulled down his sweats for round two but what you and connie didn’t know was that the mic was still on, giving his friends a good nfsw audio and a nice cumshot too..

[nahoney22]

Hi!! Congratulations on 4,500 followers, you deserve it and SO MUCH MORE!! If you’re interested and comfortable of course, can I request from the fluff prompts “I like your eyes” and from the NFSW prompts “I wanna make love to you” and “you can be a little rougher” with Echo please? I love him and I’m so happy he made an appearance today, he deserves the sweetest and sensual things, thank you!!♥️✨

Moonlight***

🫧 Pairing: Echo X Gender Neutral Reader

word count: 1.6k

prompts:

“I like your eyes.”

“I want to make love to you.”

“You can be a little rougher.”

Summary: The flirtatious gazes and gestures finally leads to something more; but why is Echo holding back?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Sex, Multiple Positions, Nervous Echo, Reassuring Reader, Dirty Talk, Praising, Light Hair Pulling, Light Rough Sex, Aftercare, Creampie, Cuddling, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Spoiler Free. NSFW under the cut.

Authors note: Cheeky asking for 3 prompts when I said you’re only allowed 2… buuuuut I’m feeling generous 😌🩶 and you didn’t specify pronouns so I defaulted to GN so I hope that’s okay?🩶

He stands before you, his breath dancing with yours as you both find refuge in a secluded corner, shielded from the prying eyes of the others. "You look so good tonight," Echo murmurs softly, his hand gently resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "It almost feels a shame to undress you."

A flush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Perhaps... but I sense this is something you've desired for quite some time, Sir," you whisper huskily, before claiming his lips with your own, feeling a rush of excitement as he presses you against the wall.

After the consistent exchange of flirtatious glances and the occasional suggestive remarks after months, the tension between you and Echo finally reached its boiling point. Unable to resist any longer, you whispered in his ear for him to follow you after the batch decided to have celebratory drinks at a rather upscale bar.

As you both slipped away, your hands couldn’t stay off each other. "I got us a room… do you want to do this?" you asked, your words muffled by the heat of his breath against your lips, followed by a gasp as he trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smirk obvious against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just lead the way."

Taking his hand and ensuring the others didn't see (not that it was any of their business anyway), you led him up to the room, a mixture of excitement and a touch of anxiety coursing through you as you entered. You were both really doing this.

When the door hissed closed behind you both, you looked at each other, the realization that you were finally alone together hitting you.

Silently, he unclipped all of his armor pieces and set them aside, you doing the same with your gear, but also slipping off your shirt. Echo gazed at you, nothing but awe in his eyes.

You chuckled at his reaction and pointed to your face. "My eyes are up here, handsome."

"Well, that’s good to know because…” he smirked as he approached, a soft hand cupping your cheek as his scomp rested on your hip, “…I like your eyes."

He pulls you closer, both consumed by another fiery kiss until you tumble onto the bed with him falling on top of you, his hand exploring your chest, touching you in all the places you've fantasized about.

Shedding the remainder of your clothes and Echo's, he sits between your legs, admiring you for a moment. "I feel so lucky right now."

"As do I," you grin, your lips swollen and eyes filled with desire as you take in his form. However, when you briefly glance at his cybernetics, you notice him shift uncomfortably. He doesn't say anything, instead chuckling and focusing on his hand's work. Slipping between your legs, you gasp his name as he expertly caresses your sex with precision and tenderness.

"Mmm, do you like that, darling?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you there?"

"Y-yes, oh yes, Echo," you moan, your skin ablaze with desire as he swiftly brings you to climax, his words of praise and encouragement sending you soaring to cloud nine.

Your gaze drifts to his throbbing cock beside you, and you smirk as you reach out, taking it in your hand. His reaction is immediate—a gasp followed by a deep groan. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, stroking along its length as his movements between your legs intensify.

Desiring to maintain eye contact as you pleasure him, you do struggle to keep your gaze fixed on him. Your eyelids grow heavy as the impending orgasm coils tightly within your core, causing your back to arch in response to his touch. He's biting his lip, gasping, his breaths deep and heavy as his hips grind into your soft palm.

"I want to make love to you," he breathes, and you eagerly comply with his request, releasing his cock and pulling his lips back down to yours, his member pressing against your stomach as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

"Then love me, Echo," you pant, your voice filled with longing. "Love me."

He groans in response, taking hold of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the gentle rub of his tip.

He locks eyes with you as he slowly sheathes into you, filling you gloriously. "Fuck, yes—just… just like that," you moan, sitting up on your elbows, watching as his tip disappears inside you.

As you lay back on the bed, Echo places his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs an inch wider as he begins to rut inside you, his movements slow and tender. "This is all for you, darling… all for you," he whispers.

Your eyes flutter closed, savouring the sensation of his stiff cock pushing slow and deep inside you, your body tightening around his girth. But you crave more. You want him to love you passionately, yet at this moment, he's being too delicate.

"Faster, Echo, fuck me faster, baby," you moan, feeling him pick up the pace. But as you open your eyes, you see him deep in concentration.

"You can be a little rougher," you suggest, prompting him to still his movements, his cock remaining warm inside you.

Raising a brow at his concern, you reassure him, "You won't hurt me. I trust you. You can fuck me however you want."

His eyes flash with understanding, and suddenly, both of your legs are draped over one of his shoulders as he bends you almost in half, before he starts slamming down into you with increasing force, eliciting moans that scratch at your throat as he becomes more demanding.

Your hands grip at his shoulders, gasping as pleasure floods your senses, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin reverberating around the room. "Is this rough enough for you, darling? Do you like it nice and hard?" he taunts, delivering a complete switch-up, bordering on rough yet remaining aware that he will be gentle if you ask him to be.

"Yes! Stars, yes!" you cry out in ecstasy, your legs aching from the intense position, but the pleasure is undeniably worth it.

"So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to fuck you," he murmurs, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, his scomp ensuring your legs stay positioned over his shoulders. After another minute of him fucking you so good, he releases you, panting before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your face is buried in the duvet, hands gripping tight as he positions himself at your entrance again before sliding in. "O-oh, Echo!"

"That’s it, my beauty," he whispers, leaning over you to kiss between your shoulder blades. "Is this okay?"

It's more than okay. He's more than okay.

"Yes, don’t stop—don’t stop until you cum inside me, Echo," you beg, earning a sensual chuckle in return as he thrusts into you, his scomp resting on the base of your back and the other tangling in your hair, tassels of hair scrunching between his fingers as he delivers back shots like you’ve never experienced before.

With a steady pace and sharp, precise thrusts, your eyes sting from the intensity of him stretching you open and lightly tugging at your hair. "M-More."

He shifts from being on both knees to kneeling on just one, finding a better rhythm as he continues to plow into you, releasing your hair and placing his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him so you can meet his thrusts as he pounds you into the bed.

Stars blur your vision once again, your moans muffled by the duvet as he takes you from behind. You can feel your orgasm building again, and by his ragged breaths, you know he is too.

You're moved again, this time onto your side as he slides in behind you, keeping your leg raised in the air as his arms wrap around you, sliding into your slick hole effortlessly. Your gazes lock as he cups your jaw with his hand. "Are you close, darling? I'm—fuck—I'm not going to last much longer."

You nod feverishly, biting your lip as sweat glistens on your body. "Yes, yes, yes, please cum in me, Echo. I need you."

"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning in to tenderly kiss you, his thrusts becoming labored. "I love you so much."

Your arousal peaks at his words, and you whimper your reply into his mouth as you feel his seed fill you up and drain out of you. "I love you too, Echo."

Panting, you reach your climax, your body trembling, but he holds you close, murmuring softly in your ear. "That's it... you did so well." He kisses the side of your head as he slips out of you, the sensation lewd but a wave of tiredness washing over you.

When Echo returns from the refresher after saying he was going to get something to freshen you up, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you lie in bed, bathed in moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over your body.

Sensing his presence, your eyes flutter open, and you warmly smile at him. "See something you like?"

"Absolutely," he chuckles, stepping closer and handing you a cloth and towel. After you freshen up, you curl up under the duvet, Echo slipping in beside you. You nestle into his embrace, the silence between you comfortable.

But as you wince while shifting, he immediately panics. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sweetie," you reassure him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm just a bit tender. It's been a while," you admit sheepishly.

"Well… if you're sure," he says softly, visibly relaxing.

"I'm sure. I loved tonight. Thank you for being careful with me," you smile, and Echo can't help but plant a kiss on your hair, holding you close until the two of you fall asleep after a perfect night, at long last.

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[minminbunny]

Stalker X Stalker AU - Pervert! Bang Chan/Psycho Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"Fuck, you smell so good," Chan groaned, burying his face into your dirty laundry. He followed your schedule, knowing you wouldn't be home until evening. Chan hissed, tugging down his sweats, his cock sprung against his abdomen, hot and throbbing to the touch. Chan bit the end of his shirt, his hand eagerly stroking his cock to the raw scent of your underwear. Loud squelching echoed within the room, his cockhead leaking with dribbles of precum. 

Chan whimpered, rubbing your soiled underwear against his sensitive slit. He bucked his hips, rubbing the silky material to his heart's desire. Chan whimpered at the pleasure, his precum drenching your underwear, "Cumming, cumming!" he growled, muffled against the cloth between his teeth when he heard the front door open. He jolted upright, finding a place to hide with his cock hard and on the edge. 

Chan panicked and hid himself within your closet, the only section that didn't have clothes but for your collection hobbies. It had just enough space for him to stand within. Chan calmed his breath, his shaft throbbing within his palm. You walked into your room, headphones over your ears. Chan sighed in relief, knowing those headphones are sound proof and you probably didn't hear him. 

You nonchalantly sat by your study desk, your phone displaying the camera installed in your room. Your underwater kept going missing and you wanted to know where it went. It didn't take long for Chan to sneak through your window to pump his cock to your clothing. At first you were disturbed, your privacy was invaded after all but you had a sick sense of collecting.

You didn't collect figures or albums. You collected things far more personal, most of the time it's hair, sometimes the occasional straw but now that you've gotten a personal muse. You weren't about to let him go, so you watched, you purposely left out your underwear, you purposely aligned your schedule so you wouldn't be home. Today was supposed to be one of these days but your classes got canceled. 

You watched him on the way home, his moans filling your car as you parked on the porch. You watched until he was just about to cum, like he always did and opened the front door. It was cute watching him panic only to find the closet dedicated to your muse. Quite endearing to say the least. You walked up the stairs, keeping your expression neutral and sat by your desk. 

You turned on your PC, and watched YouTube. You kept the PC on mute for show, letting Chan assume you connected your headphones to the device. Chan gulped, your scent flooding his nose the moment you walked in. His cock couldn't help but leak into his palm from the sheer proximity of your body so close to his. You lowered your headphones sensitivity that allows you to hear other people while wearing the device. 

You braced yourself to hear a moan, a whimper, anything from the closet. Chan wanted to cry out from frustration, his cock twitching without a sense of shame. He rubbed his thumb between his slit, stifling a choked moan. You smirked, eyes on the PC when you heard it, 'There we go,' you thought, relaxing into your chair. Chan noticed you didn't react and pumped his cock at a languid pace. 

His cockhead was always breaching the makeshift sleeve he made with his fist. Chan covered his mouth, rubbing his frenulum in hopes he'd cum just from that but you shifted. You got up from the chair and plopped yourself on the bed. You nonchalantly scrolled through your phone before, tugging down your pants. Chan gulped at the sight of your pretty legs, his strokes grew quicker as you slowly undressed. 

NFSW BELOW CUT

AFAB

You groaned into your palm, your hand rubbing your puffy mounds. Chan whimpered, squeezing the base of his cock in a panic. He didn't want to cum without you. A moan eacaped your lips at his whimper, your hand grazing beneath the hem of your underwear, "Fuck," you whispered, your voice breathy and heavy with lust. You pulled your hand back only to see a trail of slick between your fingers. 

You parted your lips and had a taste, you wanted to put on a show, you wanted to drive him insane. Chan felt his eyes roll back at the sight, his thighs sticky with his own arousal. You tugged down your underwear,  your cunt bare to the chill air, "Cold," you grumbled, hugging your plush toy against your chest for warmth. You shifted your body, your cunt facing the exact closet, giving him a front row view. 

You hissed, rubbing your fingers between your folds, "Hah, ah, ah," you gasped, teasing your needy swollen clit. Chan stared,  his jaw agape at the sight, 'Finally,' he thought, seeing the maker of your dirty underwear. Seeing the sole being that drives his cock insane. You lubed up your dildo, one with a vibration feature and aligned it with your cunt. You bit your lips, whimpering at the initial thrust of the dildo easing within your ribbed walls.

Chan gulped, stroking his cock to your gentle pace, his eyes never left your fluttering pussy. You pulled your knees closer to your chest, the dildo hitting deeper than earlier from the position, "Fuck, there, there," you moaned, aligning the dildo against your puffy sensitive bundles of nerves. Chan picked up the pace when you did, his body convulsing from the edging. 

You rubbed your clit in tandem with your thrusts, chasing that familiar coil of pleasure, "Close, close, hhgh," you whined, as the dildo buzzed against those nerves from the inside and out. "Shit, hah, hhgh," you cried out, climaxing around the toy. The musky scent of sex flooded the room, you didn't pull out the toy, but instead kept thrusting the toy through your overstimulation. 

Chan sobbed into his palm, cum dripping down his fist like a broken faucet and when he saw that you were still going, he followed suit. "Hah, huh, huh," he muffled behind his palm, stroking his cock through the edging and overstimulation. You hiccuped, easily reaching your climax the second time, creaming around your dildo. Chan tossed his head back, hitting it against the closet with a thud as he orgasmed once again, the sheer bliss fogging his senses, his eyes crossed as he panted from the intensity. 

You cleaned yourself up and burrowed yourself into the blankets, your headphones still secured on your head with your plush tucked within your arms. Chan waited until your breath settled and escaped your closet, he cleaned himself up knowing your headphones were still on and left the bathroom. You nuzzled your plush, hearing his heavy footsteps walk across your bed. 

Chan walked towards your pillow, he leaned down and checked if your breathing was shallow before kissing your forehead. You smiled at the gesture, burrowing deeper into your plush. Chan smiled and eventually sneaked out of your room through the window. You heard your window click and exhaled in relief, thankful that you didn't get caught. An anonymous number texted you a picture, you clicked open and saw a picture of you sleeping. 

It captioned, "I'm always watching, princess,". You chuckled at the text and took a screenshot. You printed it out with your mini printer and wiggled yourself out of bed. "He's such a sweetheart," you murmured, opening the same closet he was in. Inside it was covered with polaroids of him, most taken unknowingly, his hair in tiny baggies, his straws, his missing cap, his exact perfume, and now the sex-stained musk covering the walls of your closet. You pinned the text and kissed it, "One day, you'll be mine," you whispered, closing the closet and going back to sleep.

AMAB

You groaned into your palm, your hand rubbing your swollen bulge. Chan whimpered, squeezing the base of his cock in a panic. He didn't want to cum without you. A moan eacaped your lips at his whimper, your hand grazing beneath the hem of your underwear, "Fuck," you whispered, your voice breathy and heavy with lust. You pulled your hand back only to see a trail of slick between your fingers. 

You parted your lips and had a taste, you wanted to put on a show, you wanted to drive him insane. Chan felt his eyes roll back at the sight, his thighs sticky with his own arousal. You tugged down your underwear,  your cock bare to the chill air, "Cold," you grumbled, hugging your plush toy against your chest for warmth. You shifted your body, your cock facing the exact closet, giving him a front row view. 

You hissed, rubbing your fingers between your slit, "Hah, ah, ah," you gasped, teasing your needy swollen cockhead. Chan stared,  his jaw agape at the sight, 'Finally,' he thought, seeing the maker of your dirty underwear. Seeing the sole being that drives his cock insane. You lubed up your onahole, one with a vibration feature and aligned it with your cock. You bit your lips, whimpering at the initial thrust of the onahole squeezing around your throbbing cock.

Chan gulped, stroking his cock to your gentle pace, his eyes never left your leaking cockhead. You spread apart your legs, the onahole enveloping around your shaft even tighter than earlier from the position, "Fuck, harder, harder," you moaned, bucking your hips into the cocksleeve, the vibrations driving you senseless. Chan picked up the pace when you did, his body convulsing from the edging. 

You rubbed your cockhead in tandem with your thrusts, chasing that familiar coil of pleasure, "Close, close, hhgh," you whined, as the onahole around your sensitive shaft, precum leaking in anticipation. "Shit, hah, hhgh," you cried out, climaxing within the toy. The musky scent of sex flooded the room, you didn't pull out of the toy, but instead kept thrusting into the toy through your overstimulation. 

Chan sobbed into his palm, cum dripping down his fist like a broken faucet and when he saw that you were still going, he followed suit. "Hah, huh, huh," he muffled behind his palm, stroking his cock through the edging and overstimulation. You hiccuped, easily reaching your climax the second time, creaming within your onahole. Chan tossed his head back, hitting it against the closet with a thud as he orgasmed once again, the sheer bliss fogging his senses, his eyes crossed as he panted from the intensity. 

You cleaned yourself up and burrowed yourself into the blankets, your headphones still secured on your head with your plush tucked within your arms. Chan waited until your breath settled and escaped your closet, he cleaned himself up knowing your headphones were still on and left the bathroom. You nuzzled your plush, hearing his heavy footsteps walk across your bed. 

Chan walked towards your pillow, he leaned down and checked if your breathing was shallow before kissing your forehead. You smiled at the gesture, burrowing deeper into your plush. Chan smiled and eventually sneaked out of your room through the window. You heard your window click and exhaled in relief, thankful that you didn't get caught. An anonymous number texted you a picture, you clicked open and saw a picture of you sleeping. 

It captioned, "I'm always watching, prince,". You chuckled at the text and took a screenshot. You printed it out with your mini printer and wiggled yourself out of bed. "He's such a sweetheart," you murmured, opening the same closet he was in. Inside it was covered with polaroids of him, most taken unknowingly, his hair in tiny baggies, his straws, his missing cap, his exact perfume, and now the sex-stained musk covering the walls of your closet. You pinned the text and kissed it, "One day, you'll be mine," you whispered, closing the closet and going back to sleep.

[deonsx]

When You Ask Them To Be Tougher

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor

Content: Nfsw

Dazai Osamu

Finally, both of you were tired and you were at home, but as if Dazai had enough energy, he climbed on top of you while you were lying on his bed. "Hmm..Bella.." He took your hands and spoke, "Pft I see you still have enough energy" He giggled at what you said and gave you a lot of kisses in the world. You knew what he wanted, of course you wanted it too, but he was always so gentle with you...like a glass that would break more than it should, but you always wanted him to treat you harder, but you never expressed it

You stopped him with your hand as he was already taking your underwear down from your leg. "Osamu..I need to say something.." the brunette, who looked confused, looked at you in surprise and the room fell into a long silence. "And? What is this? Is it something worth ruining the current atmosphere? " you couldn't speak "So you know..You're so kind to me..I'm so happy about it! I'm not saying I'm unhappy..just a little more.." dazai frowned "A little more?" You finally let out a deep breath, "I want you to be harder on me during sex”

Dazai's face didn't change, he looked serious. "Osamu?" You asked trying to break away from the silence. "Yes, my love, I understand." Dazai narrowed his eyes looking at you in a very obedient tone. You smiled at this and pulled him into a hot kiss. His hands went to your legs and he quickly untied the bra, which was the last remaining underwear on you, and threw it aside, leaving scars on your neck that will remain tomorrow. His fingers danced on your chest, while he was playing with one, he was sucking the other with bites with his mouth, then he slowly spread your legs

"Wow..a wet pussy already? Is this because of your request today?" He slowly leaned down to your ear and bit your ear. You felt his breath everywhere. "You are very naughty, aren't you? You are a naughty woman." You shivered as the cold air touched your pussy while he spread your legs with both hands. Dazai unzipped his zipper and you saw that he was already hard. This made your face blush. He slowly adjusted it towards you and gently put his head inside. It was the same as usual, but what was unexpected was that he suddenly pushed in. "Fuck, Osamu!" Your back arched quickly and you threw your head back screaming, "Nothing's Even Started Yet, 'Donna, Let Me Take This Chance You've Given Me”

Chuuya Nakahara

A shining red satin dress and blood-coloured wine on a beautiful dinner table. Everything that adorns this table is together, but for whom? Chuuya Nakahara Your boyfriend PM Leader finds less time for you just with this excuse, so you are angry with him, but is this the real reason for your anger? Not really... You always loved your night life... I also loved your fantasies in your sexual relationships, but it seemed like everything was too monotonous, everything was so simple and calm, you always wanted more from him, you had dreams, you dreamed dreams, but you never had the chance to tell him this

Tonight was a golden tray presented to you to give you that chance, you were going to do your best to seduce him, a thin red dress, black ankle high heels, a silver jewelery necklace, blow-dried hair, simple make-up and spicy perfume, everything was what suits you best, the doorbell rang and The sound of your heels echoed every time you walked on the parquet floors, each step became more exciting to see your lover's face. "Welcome, my love" You said to him in a flirty tone

his tired self seemed to recover quickly he chuckled "you look attractive darling...but all this preparation? are we waiting for someone?" you made a frown on your face "Not really...a special night" chuuya frowned "special?? I forgot an important day? that's impossible.." you giggled at his daze and shook your head no "It's a special night just to talk to you" He turned towards you while looking aside his jacket and hat. "hmm? What do you want to say?" You tried to look away in embarrassment but you had already made up your mind

"My love...I...I think our relationship, that is, our night life, has become a little simpler.." This sentence made Chuuya frown, "Do you mean it's become boring?" You tried to put it together quickly, "no no! Don't think like that...I'm just very towards me...I think you're being delicate" Chuuya caressed your hair and chuckled lightly. You didn't understand this and made an angry face. "What..what's so funny??" Your lover didn't speak and took you in his arms with an unexpected move. "H-hey!" you thought he was taking you to your bedroom but he placed you at the table with the wine "What are you doing??" Your boyfriend remained silent and slowly undressed you by placing kisses and bites on your neck. He slowly took the wine glass and dripped it from your neck to your breasts. "If You're So Shy, Then Let Me Handle İt, You Won't Be Able To Walk Tomorrow”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

Your relationship with your lover had been going on for a year, of course you had a night life, but... he didn't spare enough time for you, but even if he did, he acted very lightly. You knew him, he wasn't that type of person, but then why was he treating you like that? Your nights came to your mind... "My love, I need you... " your fingers crossed his chin as you spoke to him in a flirty tone "Hmm? You need me so much right now darling" whenever you asked him and he agreed it was only licks oral or fingering

You were tired of begging him, of course you didn't tell him openly, but you knew he wasn't stupid either, so why was he hesitant to touch you? Have you ever had real sex in your one-year relationship? suspicious...of course you didn't suspect him, you knew he wasn't cheating then why? Finally you were going to discuss this issue with him. You were really tired of complaining. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and wore a light black dress. Fyodor always came home on time, this was like his routine. Finally, at exactly 20.00 the door rang and finally

You saw your lover with beautiful long purple hair, she had tied her hair into a ponytail, her beautiful purple eyes gave you a quick sharp look "I didn't know you were waiting for me so eagerly" she let out a small breath and quickly walked in she doesn't seem to care much "Fyodor...please I want to talk to you you have to listen ?" Fyodor took off his jacket and put it on the coffee table, rolling his eyes and leaning into the comfortable chair. "What is the reason for this relentless conversation, darling? You seem nervous these days." His eyes followed you until you sat next to him. "Or is some bastard bothering you? Just tell me, I will get rid of him in the most painful way." " you placed your hands on his hand "no no! this is about you..I-I mean us"

You felt so nervous 'what if I break his trust?' you thought, "How long has it been since I last had a truly passionate night with you?...I mean..you love me but you act so gentle and untouchable towards me" Dostoyevsky raised his eyebrows in surprise and tilted his head slightly to the side. This was the first time you saw him make that face. It could have been "I.. I heard you liked such things a long time ago.." your eyes widened old memories came to your mind when you were talking to your friend and she asked you what kind of men you like and you said "Let him treat me like his goddess~~fufufu" the things you said teasingly are now got into trouble

“Oh..those were just things I said casually..” fyodor gently held your chin with his hand “just like that?” You slowly lowered your head and leaned towards his hand, Fyodor's tired eyes closed slightly and he giggled. His harmonious giggle embarrassed you and made you blush. His hands wandered over your black dress. "I understand, dear.. It's all just nonsense." He left bites on your neck and made you blush. He pulled you onto his lap and while you was waiting for him to gently take off the dress you was wearing, he caused you to tear it from your chest. "Ah..!" It caused an unexpected gasp as you took off your underwear and threw them to a corner of the room “So You've Been Lusting After Me For A Long Time, Darling...Today I'll Make Sure You Take İt All İn”

Enjoy!

[the-monkeies-girl]

Would Koba have an lataction kink?(you know… because of his mommy issues…since his mother died when he was very young)👀

Poor reader breasts during the pregnancy… Koba need to leave some milk for the baby LOL

I live in my own world and as a consequence you gets are getting this are you happy to bring out NASTY EM ARE YOU HAPPY

Below are HEAVILY NFSW HEADCANONS. ( 18+ ) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK THANKS!

Caesar:

Oral fixation ( Giving, not as much receiving. The king of giving head, can spend the entire time doing it with no problem as long as long as it brings you pleasure. Finds incredible satisfaction in getting you worked up with just his tongue and will delve in futher by pressing his teeth against you. Makes your entire body flush with want. )

Praise Kink. ( Give this Ape a good compliment in the middle of it? He IS ALL OVER YOU and will urge you to continue. Caesar likes to hear those things from you, they truly do make him feel confident. The more you give, the faster Caesar will be to mount you and take what he wants. )

Orgasm Control. ( Likes to have the power over you and will keep that power by controlling when you cum. Very disappointed if you do unravel before Caesar allots it but it's okay, he'll just start over again, this time even slower to teach you a lesson. )

Noa:

Size Kink. ( You can pry this out of my little hands that he does not enjoy BEING SO MUCH BIGGER AND MORE MUSCULAR THAN YOU. Really comes into play with positions if he's on top and he's able to literally crush you with his weight. Noa is signed up and will commander your entire body if you let him. )

Consensual Voyeruism. ( Oh my god Noa loves to watch you, it's so fascinating to see what Echo like. You fingering yourself for him? Holy sh--- Hats off when he tries it for himself and he's only able to get one of his larger fingers ( PLAYING INTO SIZE KINK HERE ) inside of you where as you were able to fit two, maybe three if you stretched yourself. )

Sensation Kink. ( More aimed towards you, he knows how much you love to feel his fur against you and will intentionally withdraw it at times just to get you to BEG. And boy, will you beg, arms outstretching while he's right out of reach, a rather smug smile on his face as he brings himself down JUST ENOUGH to let the tips of his fur linger against you. )

Blue Eyes:

Breeding Kink. ( WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS. )

Edging. ( something that more or less is your thing, but Blue Eyes has learned to take it as it comes when your mouth pops off his cock, now coated with your saliva. The longer you edge him, the more of his seed he has for you. Really does go hand in hand with the breeding. )

The most straight forward Pregnancy Kink. ( I have no explanation for this don't come at me okay. Just LOVES the way pregnancy suits his mate. The way your body fills out. The boobies, the heightened emotions, sex drive, all of it. He EATS IT UP. )

Koba:

( You did this to me fuck ) Lactation Kink / Breasts in general. ( Ohhhh dear god when you have a baby, good luck for those bad boys. He will willingly help you unclug a duct if you get what I mean. Also, a lot of you riding. Get those in front of his face as often as possible, will lap up if you leak against him, not to mention?? Milk on his fur?? Your scent on him so undiluted and uncontrolled? Boing. )

Bondage. ( Koba is good at hunting. Koba is good at tying up his catches. You don't think he wouldn't do the same to you and have his way with you? BAH. He would, and you would enjoy every. single. moment. Seeing you struggle against the nest with your entire body latched up? Sign the Bonobo up, and even more credit if he just listens to you whimper as you try to free yourself. )

Anal. ( DON'T LOOK AT ME. Causes you pain? Loves it, you're his little play human and he'll tear into you if he has to in order to make himself feel good. And hey, in the long run, it makes you feel good too so win/win. Genuinely finds it disgustingly fascinating how the human body is able to stretch like that and it started as a morbid curiousity. )

[newobsessionweekly]

One Rule Down

Part 2 of The rules are made to be broken series (18+)

part 1 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Main masterlist | The Rookie masterlist

Tim Bradford x female!TO!reader

Fandom: The Rookie

Warnings: NFSW, explicit sexual content. 18+, mentions of blood, shooting, GSW, pain, r being shot, not proofread yet.

Summary: Tim breaks one rule after you got hurt on a call.

Smut A/N: def not the fic I had in mind to post. I seriously forgot abt this series and I loved writing it. Still in my break, but found this in my drafts and I said why not. @senjoritanana thanks for reminding me of this series ✨

Requested: no Words: 1.9k GIF not mine, credits to the owner!

The radio crackled to life with the urgent call—a report of a disturbance at a convenience store on the outskirts of the city. Without hesitation, you and your rookie sprang into action, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you raced toward the scene.

Arriving at the store, you were met with chaos. Shattered glass littered the pavement, and panicked screams filled the air as bystanders fled in all directions. Nolan took cover behind the shop, scanning the area for any sign of danger, while you positioned yourself nearby, ready to support him at a moment's notice.

"LAPD! Drop your weapons!" you demanded, but the only response was something far away from cooperation.

A group of armed men emerging from the store, their faces obscured by masks as they brandished weapons with lethal intent. You're outnumbered, you thought to yourself.

"7-Adam-15, requesting backup at the 6077 W 3rd street. Eight armed men, no sight of cooperation." you radioed, watching over Nolan's.

You nodded your head, silently telling him backup is on its way and to proceed only if necessary before help arrives.

But before you could even react, a figure emerged behind Nolan, a weapon glinting in their hand. Instinct took over as you lunged forward, pushing Nolan out of harm's way just as the gunman opened fire.

As you moved to shield Nolan from an oncoming barrage of bullets, a searing pain ripped through your side, causing you to stumble backward with a cry of agony. Blood stained your uniform as you collapsed to the ground, your vision swimming with pain and adrenaline.

Pain exploded through your body as the bullet struck true, sending you crashing to the ground in a heap. The world spun around you as you struggled to catch your breath, the taste of copper lingering on your tongue as darkness threatened to consume you.

"7-Adam-15, requesting backup and R/A to my location, officer down!" you heard Nolan's voice crackle over the radio, his words a distant echo in your ears as you fought to stay conscious. "I repeat, officer down!" Through blurred vision, you watched as Nolan returned fire, his movements swift and precise as he engaged the gunman in a fierce firefight.

But as the minutes dragged on, your strength waned, your vision growing dimmer with each passing moment. The pain was unbearable, a searing heat that radiated through your body, but still, you refused to give up.

With every ounce of strength you could muster, you reached for your radio, your fingers trembling as you struggled to make contact with dispatch. "Backup… R/A… officer down," you managed to choke out, your voice barely a whisper as darkness threatened to claim you.

As Officer Bradford heard Nolan's panicked voice crackling over the radio, a cold chill ran down his spine, sending shivers of fear coursing through his veins. Without a moment's hesitation, he knew something was terribly wrong with you, and he couldn't bear the thought of you in danger.

Ignoring all protocol and the rules you both agreed upon, Tim threw caution to the wind and bolted into action, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced through the streets of Los Angeles to get to you. Beside him, Lucy Chen clung to her seat, her eyes wide with concern as she tried to keep up with Tim's breakneck speed.

"Backup… R/A… officer down," your voice echoed through the radio, broken and shattered as his heart sank, tightening the grip on the steering wheel.

Arriving at the scene, Tim didn't even bother assessing the situation—he simply rushed to your side, his heart in his throat as he took in the sight of you lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath you. Panic gripped him like a vice as he knelt beside you, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch your face, his touch gentle yet urgent.

"Hey, hey, Y/N, can you hear me?" Tim's voice was hoarse with emotion, his eyes scanning your pale face for any sign of consciousness. "Hang in there, okay? Help is on the way."

It's been months since you both agreed to those rules and everything was by the book. You were seeing Tim almost every night, finding solace in each other's arms, pleasure blooming between you.

Despite his efforts to remain composed, Tim's façade of strength crumbled in the face of your injuries, his hands shaking as he applied pressure to your wound, his mind racing with a million different fears and possibilities. He knew he had broken the rule you both agreed upon, but in that moment, all he could think about was you—your safety, your well-being, your life hanging in the balance.

As the minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, Tim's anxiety only grew, his heart hammering in his chest as he prayed for the sound of approaching sirens. He didn't care about the suspects still at large or the chaos unfolding around him—all that mattered was you, lying there before him, fighting for your life.

He had broken the cardinal rule, the one about not letting your personal lives disturb your professional duties. And in doing so, he had shattered the fragile balance you had worked so hard to maintain.

Yet, amidst the turmoil of your emotions, there was a part of you that couldn't help but feel grateful for Tim's presence by your side. Despite his gruff exterior and tendency to push people away, he had rushed to your aid without a moment's hesitation, his concern and fear evident in every word and gesture.

As for Tim, he couldn't shake the sense of guilt that weighed heavily on his shoulders. He had broken the rules, betrayed the trust of the one person who meant more to him than he cared to admit. He cursed himself for allowing his emotions to cloud his judgment, as he reached out to take your hand in his, a silent vow formed in Tim's heart: no matter what the future held, he would do everything in his power to protect you and keep you safe, even if it meant breaking the rules one more time.

The front door opened with a loud noise, drifting you off sleep. Tangled in your sheets, enjoying the silence of some time away from the chaos, it was your last night before you're back on duty.

You haven't heard from Tim since you were shot. After a short visit from him while you were in hospital, too drugged to process what happened, you were left with a buzzing phone, messages from Nolan and Lucy making your days pass agonizingly slow.

There he was today, holding some takeaway in one hand, blocking the light from the hallway penetrate your bedroom. He was tall and imposing, wearing the uniform that made him look like a Greek God.

You didn't make a sound, waiting for him to make the first move "Bought you some food."

He motioned to the bags in his hand as you secretly thanked him. John and Lucy took shifts to drop by your house and bring you something to eat, especially in the first days, when it was impossible for you to move more than ten steps without cursing between your teeth and question the day you decided to become a cop. You don't regret it, but for your safety it was better if you would've chosen another path.

"Thank you," you replied to him, as you tried to maintain a serious expression. You tried to make things as easier as they were, not showing any signs of your feelings, but it was in vain.

Things weren't going to be back as how they were before Tim broke that rule. It wasn't just about the rules, it was about the consequences of his actions, leaving two rookies to handle a situation way out of their league as he rushed to your side, those dangerous men almost slipping away.

Neither of you didn't say a word as you finished the food. He knew he messed up, and it was funnier than it should've been. Tim was the one who came up with those fucking rules and he was the one breaking them. You did it yourself, officer.

Before you could process, you found yourself swirling your tongue around his in a desperate desire. Tim wasn't far behind you, catching up immediately the rhythm of your movements, not backing up any second. He needed this more than he wanted to admit. He needed your touch. He needed to touch you and make sure you're okay.

Keeping his distance in a moment he knew you wished someone to be there by your side, was killing him. But it was necessary, since both of you started to drift off from the rules. And Tim always goes by book. Well, with some exceptions that happen to include you.

Longing for his touch, for him helping you feel anything but pain, decided to get rid of your clothes as quickly as you could. You needed to feel him inside you, to make you whole again.

He was moving painfully slow, memorizing every inch of your skin. You let him guide the rhythm, as you enjoyed his hands on your body, driving you crazy with every kiss placed on your skin. You run your fingers lightly down his body, feeling his boner pressing hard on you.

You wanted him inside you, you wanted to feel him and forget about everything that happened. He traced the shape of your wound, as he teased your nipples slowly, leaving warm marks on them.

"Damn, you are so perfect." he breathed, enjoying the sight of your curves embraced by the warm light laying over them. All of your scars are visible, letting both of you vulnerable. But it didn't stop you.

He cupped your cheeks, pressing his forehead against yours as he closed the distance separating you, making you escape a loud moan of desire that you were holding for too long.

Both your bodies were filled with a warm wetness as he moved slowly inside you, like he didn't want to cause you any more pain. His kisses were sweet and tender, caressing your body as his movements drove you crazy any second. Something in his movements changed, being more gentle, like he didn't want it to stop.

Something in his motion made you wonder if it has to do with his fear of losing you, the same fear that clouded his mind the other days.

The rhythm became more chaotic and intense as you threw your head back into the pillows, tugging on the sheets as pleasure exploded between you in synchrony. Digging your fingers into Tim's shoulders as you locked his gaze, the climax was approached with a sudden burst of energy, making your bodies shake uncontrollably as he was buried deep inside.

After the moment consumed, you thought he'd disappear into the night so suddenly as his arrival. But he didn't, he hold you close, afraid if he'd let go of you, he'll never see you again.

He couldn't understand his feelings, why he desperately wanted to make sure you're okay. You're a grown up woman who can take care of yourself, but still he was there afraid he can't protect you. And he wanted to be able to protect you. In none of the rules wasn't specified that you are not allowed to care for each other, and he placed his care into the professional relationship. But it was far from the truth.

[moneymartin]

PLEASE PLEASE do a kate martin fic where the reader is her ex and they cannot stay away from each other. like “uh oh” by tate mcrae PLEASE

・❥・- favorite bad decision

summary: you see kate at a practice after the two of you split

warnings: nfsw mdni. 18+ as fawk! but the smut is kinda short sozzzz

rpf. don’t read it if you don’t feel comfortable

a/n: i’m negl all my kate fics are fluffy cause i cannot see myself writing smut. (but i try to deliver so this sucks cuz i got a lil uncomfy) 😭 also i’m sorry for lacking on my writing im so stressed w all these exams im taking and some family problems. this also might go off track cause i wrote this half asleep 😕 didn’t know how to end this one too

stars are the skips :)

it’s been 5 months. 5 stupid months since that relationship you refused to let go ended. you couldn’t believe it either when your girlfriend suddenly said “we need to breakup.”. she never told you why, despite the multiple calls and texts you sent when she left the morning after that were begging for her to come back or at least explain why she felt that way.

you felt like absolute shit.

it was a long relationship, your longest one too. it was the fact you believed it would last forever. you wished for it to last when you saw those repeated numbers and whenever a star dotted across the sky. you believed in those silly little things, but you only believed in them for this stupid 1.5 year period.

everything felt like it had been going your way during those times. you felt alive again after meeting kate. she was the definition of a literal ball of sunshine when it came to you. constantly bringing you to her basketball games, showing you off to her friends and teammates, introducing you to her family. things were great. the feeling was refreshing, especially after being in probably the worst relationship of your life.

a guy played you behind your back so many times and you were unable to figure out yourself. the second you did, you didn’t even know why or what to do. you struggled with school from the thought of never finding out what he thought was weird about you or why he even considered doing that in the first place. you treated him like he was the best boyfriend in the world!

then kate had dug you out of a hole you thought you’d never have the guts or the fucking courage to get out of.

“there’s nothing wrong with you trying to get your mind off of it y’know.” jada says. shes been helping you cope with this thing even though her and kate are the closest people ever. she’d never tell a single soul anything you always talk to her about. “coming to our last game in carver won’t be that bad!”

“yeah, not so bad until i see kate! you know how i feel about her, jades. it hurts.” you murmur and swipe the back of your hand against your face. there’s a painful feeling at the bottom of your stomach and it makes your skin crawl uncomfortably. “i’m not going and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”

jada’s face contorts into a half smile when she hears the way you talk about the whole shebang. she knows you that still can’t let it go, and she wishes so badly that you could let kate go. “right.” she breathes out and grinds her teeth together. “you don’t need to come.”

but you do anyways.

you sat there at court side awkwardly, watching the hawkeyes train before their final home game. you only saw caitlin, hannah, gabbie, syd, and kylie. jada was sitting next to you and cheering on her teammates. thankfully, you didn’t spot kate anywhere close or on the court at all.

until you fucking did.

kate walked in through the tunnel and dropped her gym bag on the floor, a loud thud echoing through the arena. she had her hair up in that same stupid braid, that same stupid smirk on her face, and that same stupid look in her eyes. you hated her so fucking much and you hated the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard you tried to.

that churn in the stomach made you feel like you had level 1000 cramps, but it was just that feeling you got when you felt absolutely sick to the core. sick because you didn’t know what, or how to feel after seeing kate again. it was the shitty feeling of not knowing why she even chose to leave you in the first place. it was the feeling of frustration when you saw her smile again. the feeling of confusion rushing back to you. you felt like a small child getting yelled at when she broke up with you, it was when nothing made sense at all to you. when you didn’t get the answer you wanted after multiple tries of begging for it.

you didn’t understand it, and you still don’t.

“you alright?” jada snaps you out of whatever the hell you were thinking about and you jump slightly, eyes diverting away from kate. “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you huff and smile with your teeth out. your body starts to grow numb and you feel as if you can’t breathe as well as you normally would, which jada notices. she grabs your shoulders tightly and places her palm on the side of your face to move your head towards hers. she knows you’re staring at kate. “you’re not fine.”

thanks captain obvious.

“yeah, obviously not!!!” you blurt out way too loud. it makes everything and everyone around you stop. the sound of the balls dribbling against the floor and the continuous chatter around you just stops. everything is silent and you know that its because of you. your face flushes at the embarrassment you feel and you step off onto the court, walking towards the exit. the sound of footsteps follow you and you don’t even have the guts to turn around. it seriously feels like you’re about to get completely flamed for acting out at a clear statement about what you felt.

but it’s not jada. or caitlin. it’s fucking kate.

a wave of anger and bitterness rushes through you like no other, and you can’t tell whether to be upset or nervous about this little interaction. you still love kate and you know that. “you like to yell, huh?” she chuckles and pushes your shoulder lightly. when her hand touches you, you don’t move away and just let her do it.

“lighten up, will ya?” kate’s lips curl up into the damn smirk again and she looks at you with those eyes. the eyes that she knows you can’t say no to, the eyes that got you hooked in the first place. “i missed when you acted up like that, to be honest.”

you’ve missed her touch so badly, but you just can’t admit it.

there’s a lot of things you acknowledge in life. things that you know. you know whats right and wrong when it comes to decisions and when it comes to certain things like seeing people you know you aren’t supposed to.

but you know that this is right. it always has been.

promises are always broken too, and this was one you swore you’d never break. it was hard, especially because kate was the hottest fucking person on the planet. saying ‘no’ to her was practically impossible. she asked you to come over after the game and you happily complied. which was a horrible idea.

“you’re such a fuckin’… asshole.” you whine out and let out a bated breath. your body shivers when kate’s fingers run up and down underneath your shirt and when her breath hits your sopping core. she’s in between your legs and eating you out like a madwoman. your head falls back into her pillows, fingers gripping tight at the roots of her hair and the bedsheets on the side of your body. “am i?” she mumbles, sending vibrations through your body that you haven’t felt in months.

that feeling is so good. and you know it. you missed it when kate acted up too. seeing her all tough on the court made something reignite in your stomach again, and it exploded when you saw her in the locker rooms. you literally dragged her out of there while she was in the middle of a conversation with addi and into your car. you couldn’t even wait before your lips were eagerly on hers and her hands were roaming in all the right places.

“yeah, you are. you fucking bitch…..” your voice goes up an octave the moment kate licks a stripe up your pussy and starts leaving hickeys around your thighs and stomach. “i tried ignoring you when i saw you at the club last week. all i wanted to do was jump into your arms and kiss your face off.” you admit awkwardly and let out a quiet cry the moment your stomach turns into knots. you’re close and she can feel it, her head diving down again while you absentmindedly hump at her face.

“shit!” you whimper and prop your head up, watching kate lap up every last drop of your cum. “i got you, baby,” she breathes out heavily onto your stomach. her breath is warm and she presses her cheek up against it when she feels your legs shake. her thumb rubs your sides and she looks up at you, rising up slightly and keeping herself steady with her hands. yours grabbing at her shoulders. when she keeps herself up you can feel her arms bulging underneath her shirt and she leans in. “mmf.. that’s my girl.”

her tongue swirls around yours, making you taste yourself all the way before the moment turns over quickly. “mhm..” you hum and slide your hands down her arms to get a feel again. the second you pull away, kate’s eyes go from feral to soft. she leans back and searches around on her floor, picking up your undergarments and sliding them on for you. “it’s okay.” she smiles and moves her head towards you. kate rests her head on your chest, chin in between and her arms around your stomach while your fingers cup her face.

you’re never gonna be able to stop forgiving her if she keeps doing this to you. and you know it.

[2-dsimp]

Monster rule 101: Don’t play with fire around your Mothman!—————-:—:————

Mothman! Dabi x monster hunter! Fem reader

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🔞MDNI🔞

C w: Humiliation, asphrodiasic, slight mind break, degradation, praise, NFSW, monsterfuxking, overstimulation, breeding, impregnation, usage of cunt

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You were on a mission.

A very dangerous mission that was a code gold also known as Legendary. Meaning that the monstrous threat was equivalent to a whole country being wiped off the map. However, due to certain circumstances only one solider could be dispatched to deal with the golden threat.

The reason for that being because of how hyper sensitive the Mothman is to overcrowding within its territory. The team dispatch leader decided to proceed with the utmost caution lest they trigger its frenzy mode. Which would ultimately result in the loss of lives country wide, burning underneath the raging pure blue flames of the otherworldly demon.

<< Have you located the Mothman? Over >>

“Yes I’ve got eyes on the area sir, permission to proceed?”

<< Permission granted. Over >>

You were chosen out of a select few individuals for being the cream of the crop, to carry out this dire mission to save all of mankind. If you could succeed then you’d be set for life! Having the fame and the riches that come along with it, all in exchange for exterminating the deadliest bug humanoid in existence. You’d say that’s a fair trade, since it was high risk high reward type situation.

But as you approached the abandoned cave you could feel a sense of dread wash over your entire being.

You were being watched.

You could feel the sweat accumulate upon your lush chocolatey skin littered in goosebumps. Then you heard a sharp chuff that echoed off the walls, seemingly the Mothman enjoyed watching you squirm from his focused attention.

Venturing even deeper into the unknown you tightly grasped at your equipment, a tool of reassurance you could say. That happened to be a flamethrower. Yes, out of all the weapons you chose a hazardous contraption that resembled a dragons breath.

Why? Mostly because you thought it’d be cool to go out in a blaze of glory should you happen to fail in your conquest to get the target in check. But it was also strategic in a way, since moths were attracted to light. You’ve had to find some kind of way to draw them out.

Too bad you didn’t get the chance to use it before you’re snatched into furry arms that secured you to the monsters chest. Which vibrated from his snarky greeting.

“You took too long enough for my liking doll, now shall we get down to business already? “

You could feel his bulge press up against the your ass, rubbing between your cheeks.

“I’m feeling a bit pent up”

He rasped impatiently into your ear, boy did his voice do wonders as it spiked your arousal. But you had a job to do, unfortunately. Gathering your composure you asserted yourself to the monster.

“You already know why I’m here right? Mr. Mothman.”

You could feel him chuckle darkly against your neck, highly amused by your sense of professionalism. Even while having his dick steadily grind against your back, covering you in clear fluids. Making your thighs shake in excitement.

“Obviously, but just call me Dabi, dollface. You’re gonna wear it out in a few moments might as well get a lil practice in ya?”

You were dumbfounded. Could he be implying what you’re thinking—

“Judging from the look on your pretty face, I’m guessing your little agency didn’t fill ya in on our little inside deal huh?”

He purred

You could feel his loosened grip completely leave your body. Allowing you to be able to face the Mothman hunched over in all of his 7ft glory. He had tuffs of black fur covering his toned ripped chest, arms, and legs. His overall body type was lean and slender. The dark colored wings sprouting at large from behind, before being folded back neatly into place. To avoid you from seeing his jagged scars littered across them.

“All I can say is that you’re in for one hell of a ride once I get my hands on you Baby. So Outta the kindness of my heart I’ll give you a 5 minute head start—”

He paused, as you gave him an warm embrace of your own. Grinding against his bulge that continued to grow even further against you. He looked down at you in disbelief, but it wasn’t before long until he connected the dots.

“ Don’t tell me, You’re one of those monster fanatics aren’t ya?”

To be quite frank yes. You were an absolute fan of monsters, you fantasized about getting close and becoming friends with one. But now you were gonna be the mate of a code legendary?? You couldn’t believe your luck. Plus it was the mission you were given, so as the loyal solider that you are. You gratefully accepted your fate with no questions asked.

The Mothman merely laughed in the irony of it all, a monster hunter wanting to be fucked by a monster it was so priceless. A devious smirk planted on his face As he bended over down to your height charred lips barely touching the shell of your ear only to whisper darkly of a precautionary warning of what you’re getting into.

“ You do realize that I’m in heat right doll?”

He reached his hand down running his tempered claws down the fat of your thick ass giving it a tight squeeze before hooking your leg up to leave some room for him to freely press his huge twitching bulge against your moist mound.

“I’m barely hanging on by a thread, so Don’t hold anything against me if I lose control got it?”

It wasn’t long until you were on the brink of being fucked to death by the Mothman of your dreams. face pushed down into the cocoon like nest he prepared in advance as his extended feeler limbs sprouted out from his sides, to grasp at you from behind hooking onto your waist. Keeping you grounded on his intrusive dick. While his primary arms wrapped around you tightly to play with your breasts that jigged violently from his ruthless thrusts from behind.

“You’re sucha pretty lil thing for me aren’t ya?”

The strong pheromones that wafted off from his wings made you feel so vulnerable and helpless within his smoldering embrace. You couldn’t keep count of how many times you’ve came alone from him just penetrating your cervix. It was as if you were on cloud nine enjoying the way his cum covered cock kept digging even deeper inside your snug snatch trying to ensure that you’d get pregnant with his brood.

“Your slutty pussy just can’t seem to get enough of my dick, don’t worry doll I’ll make you take all of it”

He murmured eyes staring down dangerously at the way your pliant body bended to his ministrations. He payed close attention to the way his dick continued to be devoured by your juicy cunt. That sucked and messaged his thick cock inside the hot mesh of your inner walls determined to be flooded with his baby batter.

“ Mmh D-Dabi please I can’t—!”

You babbled dumbly with drool hanging down from the corners of your fucked out plump lips. As the intensity of his rapid heavy thrusts began to increase its assault against your quivering quim.

You tried to crawl away from yet another approaching high that was dead set on crashing down on your senses. But his firm grip on your neck yanked you back into reality.

“ Aye Dollface don’t ever try to fuckin crawl away from me again, you’re mine you got that?”

Dabi hissed, giving you a sharp tug on your butterfly locs and a harsh bite on your shoulder as a fair warning.

The cave was emitting loud strange sounds from the inside, alerting to anyone from around the area to vacate the premises immediately. In case the Mothman were to come out of his home and start wrecking chaos. But little did they know that Stowed away deep inside the cave for a whole week did you lay beneath the Mothman in all your naked glory.

Freshly fucked all the way to Sunday during his still ongoing heat cycle. Where the only thing covering you was his semen that painted your caramel skin from your breasts down to your overused cunt stuffed to the brim with his cum that trickled out from your puffy pussylips. Only to be pushed back in by his long veiny dick just to ensure that the next of his kin would live on inside your womb.

Hey At least you prevented a worldwide tragedy, right?

[3-dsimp]

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Monster rule 101: Don’t play with fire around your Mothman!

Mothman! Dabi x monster hunter! Fem reader

Cw: Black coded, Humiliation, asphrodiasic, slight mind break, degradation, praise, NFSW, monsterfuxking, overstimulation, breeding, impregnation, usage of cunt

🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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Tag list: @walkerofclouds @lyra-lore27 @geniusso @genshin-impacts-me

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You were on a mission.

A very dangerous mission that was a code gold also known as Legendary. Meaning that the monstrous threat was equivalent to a whole country being wiped off the map. However, due to certain circumstances only one solider could be dispatched to deal with the golden threat.

The reason for that being because of how hyper sensitive the Mothman is to overcrowding within its territory. The team dispatch leader decided to proceed with the utmost caution lest they trigger its frenzy mode. Which would ultimately result in the loss of lives country wide, burning underneath the raging pure blue flames of the otherworldly demon.

<< Have you located the Mothman? Over >>

“Yes I’ve got eyes on the area sir, permission to proceed?”

<< Permission granted. Over >>

You were chosen out of a select few individuals for being the cream of the crop, to carry out this dire mission to save all of mankind. If you could succeed then you’d be set for life! Having the fame and the riches that come along with it, all in exchange for exterminating the deadliest bug humanoid in existence. You’d say that’s a fair trade, since it was high risk high reward type situation.

But as you approached the abandoned cave you could feel a sense of dread wash over your entire being.

You were being watched.

You could feel the sweat accumulate upon your lush brown skin littered in goosebumps. Then you heard a sharp chuff that echoed off the walls, seemingly the Mothman enjoyed watching you squirm from his focused attention.

Venturing even deeper into the unknown you tightly grasped at your equipment, a tool of reassurance you could say. That happened to be a flamethrower. Yes, out of all the weapons you chose a hazardous contraption that resembled a dragons breath.

Why? Mostly because you thought it’d be cool to go out in a blaze of glory should you happen to fail in your conquest to get the target in check. But it was also strategic in a way, since moths were attracted to light. You’ve had to find some kind of way to draw them out.

Too bad you didn’t get the chance to use it before you’re snatched into furry arms that secured you to the monsters chest. Which vibrated from his snarky greeting.

“You took too long enough for my liking doll, now shall we get down to business already? “

You could feel his bulge press up against the your ass, rubbing between your cheeks.

“I’m feeling a bit pent up”

He rasped impatiently into your ear, boy did his voice do wonders as it spiked your arousal. But you had a job to do, unfortunately. Gathering your composure you asserted yourself to the monster.

“You already know why I’m here right? Mr. Mothman.”

You could feel him chuckle darkly against your neck, highly amused by your sense of professionalism. Even while having his dick steadily grind against your back, covering you in clear fluids. Making your thighs shake in excitement.

“Obviously, but just call me Dabi, dollface. You’re gonna wear it out in a few moments might as well get a lil practice in ya?”

You were dumbfounded. Could he be implying what you’re thinking—

“Judging from the look on your pretty face, I’m guessing your little agency didn’t fill ya in on our little inside deal huh?”

He purred

You could feel his loosened grip completely leave your body. Allowing you to be able to face the Mothman hunched over in all of his 7ft glory. He had tuffs of black fur covering his toned ripped chest, arms, and legs. His overall body type was lean and slender. The dark colored wings sprouting at large from behind, before being folded back neatly into place. To avoid you from seeing his jagged scars littered across them.

“All I can say is that you’re in for one hell of a ride once I get my hands on you Baby. So Outta the kindness of my heart I’ll give you a 5 minute head start—”

He paused, as you gave him an warm embrace of your own. Grinding against his bulge that continued to grow even further against you. He looked down at you in disbelief, but it wasn’t before long until he connected the dots.

“ Don’t tell me, You’re one of those monster fanatics aren’t ya?”

To be quite frank yes. You were an absolute fan of monsters, you fantasized about getting close and becoming friends with one. But now you were gonna be the mate of a code legendary?? You couldn’t believe your luck. Plus it was the mission you were given, so as the loyal solider that you are. You gratefully accepted your fate with no questions asked.

The Mothman merely laughed in the irony of it all, a monster hunter wanting to be fucked by a monster it was so priceless. A devious smirk planted on his face As he bended over down to your height charred lips barely touching the shell of your ear only to whisper darkly of a precautionary warning of what you’re getting into.

“ You do realize that I’m in heat right doll?”

He reached his hand down running his tempered claws down the fat of your thick ass giving it a tight squeeze before hooking your leg up to leave some room for him to freely press his huge twitching bulge against your moist mound.

“I’m barely hanging on by a thread, so Don’t hold anything against me if I lose control got it?”

It wasn’t long until you were on the brink of being fucked to death by the Mothman of your dreams. face pushed down into the cocoon like nest he prepared in advance as his extended feeler limbs sprouted out from his sides, to grasp at you from behind hooking onto your waist. Keeping you grounded on his intrusive dick. While his primary arms wrapped around you tightly to play with your breasts that jigged violently from his ruthless thrusts from behind.

“You’re sucha pretty lil thing for me aren’t ya?”

The strong pheromones that wafted off from his wings made you feel so vulnerable and helpless within his smoldering embrace. You couldn’t keep count of how many times you’ve came alone from him just penetrating your cervix. It was as if you were on cloud nine enjoying the way his cum covered cock kept digging even deeper inside your snug snatch trying to ensure that you’d get pregnant with his brood.

“Your slutty pussy just can’t seem to get enough of my dick, don’t worry doll I’ll make you take all of it”

He murmured eyes staring down dangerously at the way your pliant body bended to his ministrations. He payed close attention to the way his dick continued to be devoured by your juicy cunt. That sucked and messaged his thick cock inside the hot mesh of your inner walls determined to be flooded with his baby batter.

“ Mmh D-Dabi please I can’t—!”

You babbled dumbly with drool hanging down from the corners of your fucked out plump lips. As the intensity of his rapid heavy thrusts began to increase its assault against your quivering quim.

You tried to crawl away from yet another approaching high that was dead set on crashing down on your senses. But his firm grip on your neck yanked you back into reality.

“ Aye Dollface don’t ever try to fuckin crawl away from me again, you’re mine you got that?”

Dabi hissed, giving you a sharp tug on your butterfly locs and a harsh bite on your shoulder as a fair warning.

The cave was emitting loud strange sounds from the inside, alerting to anyone from around the area to vacate the premises immediately. In case the Mothman were to come out of his home and start wrecking chaos. But little did they know that Stowed away deep inside the cave for a whole week did you lay beneath the Mothman in all your naked glory.

Freshly fucked all the way to Sunday during his still ongoing heat cycle. Where the only thing covering you was his semen that painted your caramel skin from your breasts down to your overused cunt stuffed to the brim with his cum that trickled out from your puffy pussylips. Only to be pushed back in by his long veiny dick just to ensure that the next of his kin would live on inside your womb.

Hey At least you prevented a worldwide tragedy, right?

[d0g0r0t]

HEYYYYUYY I loved ur Toby put in the silly bin post. Can u make a follow up post on when he  escapes and finds his s/o? If not an NSFW Toby HCs? PLEASEEE TYTYTYTY <33

When Toby got institutionalized Pt2

TW: suicidal thoughts. Death. Nfsw.

Pt 1

Pt 3

OMG I LOVE THIS U GUYS SO CREATIVE!!!!!

Part 1 on my page :D

He couldn't do anymore. He had enough

It was either he got the fuck out of here or suicide.

He missed you so much and the fact he was stuck in this dumb human zoo unable to see his one and only

He HAD to get out

He was going insane, sure he was already insane but not having you in his arms and not having you in sight at all times made him snap.....Again

A few minutes before lights out he took his chance. Quickly tackling a female nurse and taking advantage of her weakness. he quickly stole the pocket knifes all workers carried and without a second thought killed her with one clean slice

The screams and yelling echoed the room as he quickly stood up and saw nurses surroundings him. But the one he went after was the poor old lady who was calling security

Stab after stab one by one body's were dropping and the white walls soon turned a deep red.

The screams slowly faded out as he was left standing there with body's all around.

Oh but he wasn't done yet

Not at all

Slowly walking down to the main office almost jumping with excitement as he let out deep and cracked laughs

Barging open the door he sees the head of the facility

"You.... motherfucker HOW DARE YOU TAKING ME AWAY FROM HER!?"

With in seconds he was over the desk and straggling him with all his might almost able to snap his neck

Watching his face turned blue as he let out struggled cracks and sobs put a smile on his face

Seeing the man go limp in his chair he quickly grabbed the keys and he was out... he actually did HE ACTUALLY FUCKING GOT OUT!

Frantically running threw the door almost slipping on his way out he ran as fast as he could threw the forest to find you...

Finding you..

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Panting like a exhausted dog he finally stumbles his way to flimler territory

"Y/n..."

He mumbled out to himself. Looking around the forest in sight of anyone at this point. It was dark and foggy and he could feel tears stream from his cheeks becoming panicked that he couldn't find you

"Y/N!!..."

He sobbed out loudly. Feeling his knees going weak and giving out on him as he ran threw the woods like a mad man. His breathing becoming hyper.

"Y/N WHERE ARE YOU!!!!..."

"Toby?...."

Turning around and seeing you.. seeing your gorgeous hair seeing those tried and soft eyes of yours seeing your gentle hands... he stared at you like it was a dream.

He quickly ran over to you, tackling you to the ground in a tight hug. The wind being knocked out of you as he wrapped himself around you. Trembling and so happy to see you

"Y/n...."

He cried out. Feeling all those pent up emotionals you've been holding finally pouring out of you as you hugged him tightly letting out happy crys.

He placed weak and quick kisses all over your face and down your neck as he laid on top of you like a puppy.

"I-I missed you s-s-so much.."

He whimpered against your cheeks as he let out soft cries finally coming down. Running your fingers threw his hair as you returned the kisses along his forehead. You couldn't help but smile with every kiss you plant

NSFW TIME!*@,@>,$

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After you two calm down he instantly RAILED you in the middle of the forest.

He honestly had to he was so painfully hard

He would grab at your body taking chuncks of your flesh in both hands as he pins you up against a nearby tree

Praising you and giving a a handful of compliments

"Oh God your so pretty" "you take me so well" "please. You feel so good"

Yk 😋 just silly Toby things

He can't get enough of you. Drinking you in like a depressant

He trys his best not to hurt you but being away from you for so long he couldn't help but slammed himself balls deep in you.

He would be on the verge of tears you feel so good. Whimpering and whining as you take him so well

His hands would be shaking and all over you. Grabbing your chest and ass and hair.

He would leave so many kisses on your skin. Your like his little dessert. You were so sweet to him!

He would wrap his arms around your waist and moan in your ear as he pounds you in the tree

Bros a little silly

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ANYWAYS THANK U 4 THE REQUEST SORRY IF ITS NOT THE BEST! AND SORRY THIS IS SO LONG 💀

[kabukipookie]

Hey I’d like to request nfsw Yae Miko and M!reader, haven’t seen many fics like this so the premise can be whatever you like :) Ty

Fulfilling a Fantasy∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°｡⁠☆

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Finding yourself at a creative stump, Cheif Editor Yae Miko was happy to help you explore the assigned genre ; Fantasy

ᝰ.ᐟ ⤵ cw + genre

Dom! Yae Miko x amab! reader

use of 'baby' & 'dear' , praise, begging(reader), fem dom (miko), cunnilingus, i did my best- please leave constructive criticism!

ᝰ.ᐟ ↪ wc 1.9 k !

@kabukipookie × TMBLR original work

a/n at the end ♡ (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

INTERACT AT YOUR DISCRETION ❤️‍🔥

Being a freelancer in Inazuma before the Vision Hunting Decree was abolished was a bit harsh. The state of affairs had a severe effect on your creative inspiration.

Despite this, you had to pay bills. You had a due date to get a draft for a new book to the executive editor. Miss Yae Miko.

The prompt was also so very unclear. Just what did she want? She's never been so vague. Maybe the market isn't doing good.

Once establishing yourself as a writer, god did it have its ups and downs. . . But, worries quickly dissipated after being scouted as an exclusive writer; Your works would be carried by Yae Publishing House.

Meeting her for the first time was a scene. How did she know how to get under everybody's skin? She knew exactly what buttons to press.

You received a letter from the Publishing House, and later a meeting was set to discuss terms.

You had to hike up to meet Miko, the shrine maidens were a bit more than confused however; She never had people visit above.

The meeting went about as well as it could, you didn't know it was unusual for her to specifically invite someone up to the shrine.

Work was stable, a dream you never thought would be fulfilled.

Yes, the current affairs were an obstacle, more so was the fact the Chief Editor was being so unresponsive.

There was hardly any tension between you two. Y'know, ignoring how you couldn't hold eye contact for anything longer than a glance. Or how the tips of your ears burned whenever her soft fingers glazed yours when passing manuscripts back and forth. A smooth melody played; soft instrumental. Her lips echoed the tune, humming.

It's like this world was made for her, Miko was too perfect. Her presence was perfect, and the scenery around her... Arguably created purely to extenuate her lovely features.

It did feel a little intense when you walked to the Grand Narukami shrine. The day was breezy, pretty pink cherry petals danced in the sky.

From monthly, to weekly walks to visit your boss, the scenery was always so lovely. You couldn't get too mad at the envoy, you'd be enthusiastic about living at such a beautiful peak of Inazuma.

Knuckles clacked against the pristine door, and you hear shuffling before a familiar voice said "Come in."

Sly as a fox, brimming with mischief it felt like. Recently, she has been unusually preoccupied. Stress, probably.

You didn't however, know the days she was taking off and ignoring your mail, she spent fucking herself on her fingers.

It's never easy to be an executive editor, let alone the responsibility of the grand priestess... Once you spoke to a shrine maiden, they led you to Yae Miko's residence.

You enter the building, tote in hand. you spot Yae Miko with her knees folded on top of a tatami mat.

"Oh, Y/n. What could I assist you with ~ ?" She makes a gesture to come sit across from her.

"Ah, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Chief Editor." Timidly, you take a seat and open up your bag.

"Of course not darling. It's my responsibility to help the Inazumians of today."

Straightening out the papers, the ones with an outline as well as some ideas you had jotted down.

You stifle a small grunt of amusement.

"Hm? Something funny, dear?" Her head tilts cutely to the side

"Miss editor, I'm a coworker. I do find it a bit funny how seriously you speak to me, but otherwise.." You trail, she looks more relaxed. The atmosphere felt very tranquil.

"--Its just I'm not quite sure what you mean when you told me to write a "Fantasy" Novel. . . I don't mean to be rude, but you know I only have experience with realism."

A nervous look was etched into your features.

You see a smirk at the tips of her pink lips, as she outstretches her arm to begin looking through the papers.

"Oh dear, I guess I should've been more descriptive? I apologize, I've just been so... Busy. Yes that's it "

Her smooth voice infiltrates your ear, diverting your attention to the plain floor. The sound of papers ruffling continues.

"I can try! Do you think you could help me brainstorm? I'm unsure of how to start something like this. I won't take too much of your time, Miss."

She places the papers to the side, fingers finding your shoulder, rubbing gently. Lifting your face to meet her eyes, there's something sultry in her touch.

"Of course, I'm more than happy to."

She leans forward, your cheeks flushed.

Face felt warm and you started to stutter.

"T-Thank You. So, where should we start?"

You contemplate for a minute, restraint quickly leaving just as your resistants did. Her eyes felt like they drilled holes into your being. She's practically stripping you naked in her mind.

"Your fantasies of course. Mind telling me a few? Just to get to know what you have going on inside that head of yours."

You blink. Huh?

"I'm not sure that... Uhh..."

"Y/n, don't be shy." Her hand moves to your neck, rubbing a circle with her thumb before as she continues.

"What comes out of your mouth today is prayers. Okay, Dear? As a maiden, I'll keep your secrets." Her lips find your neck, littering your collarbone with feathery open kisses.

She quickly pulls back and stares at you as if this was a usual meeting between you both.

Hopefully, you plead with the gods to let this become a common occurrence .

"So tell me." The way she said it was so obviously a demand, could you do anything but obey?

"Uh.. I don't have many fantasies. It's quite.. Err.. fulfilling to be a writer. Especially with an editor like yourself." You toss her a nervous smile.

"Quite the sweet talker, now..."

The way she looked at you, like she wanted to just..

Eat

You

Up.

Working with Yae Miko isn't easy, the way she's so cunning makes you feel almost insignificant. . . However, Now? It just made the tightness in your briefs feel so... Uncomfortable!

She finds her way on top of you, hips straddling yours, cunt pushed up against your member.

Your hands find her hips, pulling her closer and practically high off her scent. Peachy, sweet. Every part of her overloaded your senses, every bit of you felt so weak against her.

"This is okay right, Miko?" You look for confirmation before exposing her chest. She smiles, almost too innocent compared to how she was keening to your touch, panties were damp and god, you could feel it.

"Let me tell you something, Dear." Her tongue slid up the shell of your ear.

"My fantasy is you." Her voice was airy, you felt like you were dreaming. "Indulge me m'kay? I wanna hear you beg to touch me, can you do that for me?"

"Yes!- I mean, of course, Miko..."

You pull her in for a kiss, it was so kind. Too sweet for the way you wanted to be ruined by her. Too sweet, in contrast to your mouth being invaded by her sweet scent. The way she craved her pussy to be spread with your tongue, she needed you now.

"F-Fuck… Miko…" You feel her smile against your lips as she sways her hips.

"Please let me undress you." Eyes glimmered, gaze softened, "Who baby?" Yae slyly says.

Confused, you spit out the first word that came to mind.

"Mommy please.." God... Shame ran through your veins, the kind that also runs elsewhere. A chuckle reverberates through your ears.

"Hmph, You're too precious." She lifts herself from your lap, allowing you to slip her perfectly tailored kimono from her figure.

Touches burned, everywhere. It was like a stinging; without your touch. She needed to feel you, have you bow down to her. Begging her to let her walls squeeze you.

Her supple skin was in view, your lips latching around a nipple quickly.

Her hand grips your locks, tugging slightly while a 'tsk' comes out, alongside a small moan. You look up to her while you continue to suck on her tits like a baby.

"I want you between my thighs, okay Baby?"

"There you go.." Yae Miko coos, petting your head as you are between her knees. Her kimono was undone at the front, and hair cascaded over her shoulders. Your hand finds her inner thigh, face to face with her clothed cunt.

Sliding your finger to the band of her panties, you remove the garment. Her pussy was so pretty, walls fluttering around nothing while it gushed out sweet nectar you wish you could drown in. You flick your tongue out, licking her thigh before gently biting it. Your hands had a firm grip on her thigh and waist respectively. Soothing circles were being drawn on her tummy, thighs were being gently sucked on 'till they were bruised and pink.

"Ah! So good, Baby, mhm.." Yae Miko lets out a low groan, hand holding a fist full of your hair as a dark hickey begins to form on her pale smooth thigh.

"C'mon baby, taste me." It was a command, one that made you drool.

Taking a breath, you mumble.

"You taste so good…"

It comes out messy, like the way your tongue is preoccupied with stirring up her tight cunt. You felt slender fingers grasp at your scalp again, just harder. Demanding. You take that as a sign to push your whole muscle into her hole.

"Haahh~! Fuck. Yes-Yes..!"

"F-fuck… You're doing so well baby…You're so desperate. So n-needy."

Finding her clit with your fingers, you gently rub her clit while your tongue dips into her heat.

Licking up her slit, you spread her pretty lips and look into her eyes before diving back in like a starved dog.

"F-fuck-! Haah, that feels so good~!" she moans out, breath light and thighs twitching.

"I-I'm gonna cum... More..." She keens, laying her back on the floor as you go down on her, slurping up every drop of her slick. Increasing the pace on her clit, her back arches into your touch. Her ears are twitching, you feel a fluffy tail thump under your lover's thighs. Such a display, one to savor. If only you could engrave this in your memor-

Light thumps echo from the entrance.

Clack clack clack

You pull away from her core, looking at her face. You're messy with wetness, a tent obvious in your pants.

Visibly annoyed having an orgasm interrupted, she straightens her garments and mumbles "One minute..."

Glancing at you, she leans in for a last, wet sloppy kiss. Miko practically eats you whole, she tastes herself on your tongue. It was so... sloppy.

She grabs you, hand on your cheek after quickly tying her kimono.

"You did so good for me. Did I give you a bit of inspiration?" Her eyes bore into yours, other hand grasping your arm.

"Uhh- Y-Yes. Very much so" You adjust your arms, instinctively hiding your very warm face.

"Well then, I'll let you get started with a draft. Okay? I apparently have matters to attend to..." A wink graces her face, you watch as she slips out the door.

Sitting there, you guess it's only natural for an editor to help her precious writer in need!

hi!! this is my first real fic i guess.. feel free to flood my requests! im a slow writer and im unsure on how to end smut.

either way, thank you for reading. if there are any typos plz lemme know.

much love! - vibi

[whosjunglejim4322]

Stay? - Vampire!Johnny

Warnings : slight mentions of violence, nfsw, pussy eating, overstimulation, kissing (bc 🥴) johnny being overly protective and also kinda spooky but in a cute way, SOFT VAMP JOHNNY AGENDA, mentions of blood because....well, maybe I AM a monster fucker

You'd allowed him in, four months ago nearly to the date. Still, he feels intrusive in nature everytime he enters your room through the balcony window. He tells himself it's mandatory, that if your shitty landlord won't get you proper locks in a vampire infested neighborhood - it's his duty to protect you.

As he did those months ago when a Strigoi almost ripped your face off, not his choice of words, but yours. In quote, "That guy almost ripped my fucking face off." In reality, the creature would have ripped your heart out, not your face. But that's a less important detail that he had chosen not to share while you were so worked up.

Your old floor doesn't creak as his footsteps careen towards your bed, where you're strewn across the sheets like you've been hit by a bus - each leg in a different direction, your face smooshed against the pillow and your arms hanging off of the bed. A chuckle echoes silently through his hollow chest as he sits on the bottom right corner of your bed, the only available space.

Normally, his presence would go unnoticed. As if a ghost bounded gracefully into your home, but the sticky midnight air is heavy on your skin, and his being is like cool morning air against your feet and ankles. It sends a shiver up your leg and then through your spine, until your eyes are fluttering open as if you've been greeted by a breeze.

"Mm, is that you Mr. Creepy?" You grumble, tired spine cracking in a few places as you roll over on your back. Mr. Creepy. You always think you're so funny, and unfortunately, you are. It's like he goes eons without smiling until he's with you.

"No, it's the big bad wolf."

You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you'd be more prepared for something snarky in return but you're far too tired, and far too entranced by the beauty that he is, right there in front of you. His ears twitch. Curse your beating heart, for its palpitations give everything away.

It's not like it's a secret, but sometimes you like to pretend you have composure around him.

Tonight is different, it is a rare occasion when you're actually awake for his visits. He hates waking you, he envies the dreams you have, the rest. However, you insist that whenever you wake up it's only because you weren't fully asleep in the first place.

"Come here, please." You beckon softly, hands reaching out for him, and like a beacon he follows despite his internal hesitation. He is like a feather above you, the cool of his skin underneath his shirt a sweet relief as your palms press against the expanse of his broad chest.

"You're dangerous, you know that? And really tempting." His lips spread into a smile against your cheek as his nose skims your skin. You giggle, tickled by his light touch. Your fingers find their way into his dark hair, using the tufts as a way to pull him closer.

"You're the one who wants to eat me, John." Your eyes connect, and his irises begin to bleed ruby upon the utterance of your words. You don't allow him to look away as he normally would, holding his face as though you have some type of strength over him at all - it's only your will that holds him steady.

"That's only partially true," he whispers, breath fanning against your mouth. "I think you'd let me, anyways."

You can't stand even the centimeter of separation between you two, and your impatience gets the better of you as you lift your neck to reach his lips, pressing them against yours and allowing yourself to be held by his arms as they wrap around your torso.

He has to practice so much control, its the sweetest of torture. You're fragile in his grip, hot and warm and throbbing. He feels the blood pumping through your veins, the thump of your heart. It's intoxicating, and - "Fuck, I'm sorry."

He disconnects from you at once before the whimper can even leave your swollen mouth, his fingertips having pressed too hard against your sides. He's by the window, wincing, trying to scope your range of emotions. He smells the blood underneath your skin, the way it's leaking from the vessels and forming a bruise.

You're pouting, whining even, and he's perplexed.

"No, come back, please. I'm okay Johnny, really." You sit up, flushed and eager and he feels horribly guilty for the way his dick is solid against his belly, for the way he wants to crawl back to you and lick you raw.

You sense his hesitation and it does nothing but infuriate you.

"Sweetheart, you don't know the things I wish to do to you right now." His voice is low, and despite the fact that he's trying to sound gentle - the predator within him can't help but to slip itself into his intonation. Your sweet eyes plead, and your body is like the sun - pulsating with this heat. If he had a soul, he'd sell it just to be able to treat you in the way he wishes he was able to, to make love to you as a man would instead of a beast.

But you, you, you're so unfazed by his monstrosity, your feet are already on the floor and you're moving towards him. Before your toes can even lift from the surface he's got you pinned to the bed by your wrists, with the gentleness that compares to how you'd hold the stem of a flower between your fingers.

Even so, you're immobile.

"You don't scare me, you never will. I want you to kiss me again, just one more time." You're flush against him, a visceral reminder of how hungry he is for you. He groans, as if pained, and presses his pillowy mouth to yours with a force that takes your breath away.

You're enraptured by the intensity, the thrash of his tongue inside your mouth, as if he's seeking to taste every word you've ever spoken. His kisses alone feel like sex, thirsty and devout. You don't have time to put forth any effort yourself, he's taking this moment to suckle your bottom lip, then the top, in this repeated pattern until your mouth is nearly purple.

You're arching into his touch, the solidness of his form grounding you to reality so you don't float away and convince yourself this is all a sweet dream. You wiggle your wrists and he allows you room to breathe, unwrapping his slim fingers so that you can wrap your arms around his sturdy neck.

This time, when you look at him, he's different. He's still Johnny, his nose is still slender and sharp and his lips are still heart shaped and plump - but he's different. He looks like a vampire like a true vampire. Fangs have begun to protrude from behind his mouth, and he holds back the snarl that naturally wants to contort. His eyes are so dark they're like the expanse of the night sea. You're not his prey.

You're fixated, mesmerized and your hands slip down the scope of his shoulders, down past his sides and over his hard abdomen. His head cocks to the side as he hovers his lips over yours, hair tickling your cheeks.

"Careful, please." He groans, as your warm hands slip underneath his tee shirt to smooth across his belly, to revel in the slopes and planes. It feels too good, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Being with a human has never felt this way. He feels drunk.

"Open your mouth, Johnny." You ask so sweetly, he actually feels like he's the one in the lesser position of power, a choked gasp caught in his throat when your pretty pink tongue slips past your lips, and meets with the small dagger that serves as a weapon for his kind.

You don't lick it hard enough as to draw any blood, but the shiver that wracks his body is satisfying enough. When you travel to the other fang, your hand grace's over the hard bulge protruding from his bottoms, any trepidation he felt prior to walking, or floating, into your home has left him. He knows exactly what he's going to do to you.

"Can I taste you? I need to taste you." Johnny is weak against you, your hand is palming his length and he can't think straight, how odd.

"Yes, please yes." You breathe, though Johnny descends your clavicle - skipping your neck for all intensive safety purposes - before he can see you tilt your chin up, exposing your jugular to him, awaiting the sting. Instead, you're greeted by kisses that even the thin material of your tank top doesn't stop.

His hands never stray from your body, gripping your sides as he passes over your left breast, tongue toying with the hard bud through your top. The sound you let would have his heart ready to burst if he had one that was able to beat. Your arching up into him with this need, his fingertips accidentally rip through the fabric.

He doesn't apologize this time, not when he realizes you're so fucked already, you don't even have a silly or snarky comment to make about it.

His hair is a vice that your fingers cling to as he travels down to your navel, sloppy wet kisses left below and around your bellybutton. Your legs have already begun to spread, his palms traveling across your hips to the meat between your thighs where he pries them apart - greeted immediately by the scent of your arousal.

"Fuck, you're so sweet baby, all of this is for me?" He quizzes lowly, trying to take his time, to resist the urge to eat you whole as he pecks and nibbles at your flesh, relishing in the squeaks and gasps that leaves your throat at the action.

"Please, please don't stop." You beg, and for the first time, his laugh sounds sardonic.

"Don't stop? Baby I haven't even started," he kisses the crease between your thigh and your middle, holding you down to prevent the squirming that your human body instinctually resorts to when faced with pleasure. "what do you want, hmm? You want me to lick your little pussy? Is that it?"

You're taken aback by the words, by the tone he possesses. You try to clamp your legs together to relieve some of the throbbing but he's having none of that, forcing you to answer by licking the mound of your pussy through the thin little pajama shorts you have on, already tasting the sticky arousal that's been leaking and now coats your labia.

"Yes, w-want you to l-lick me." You're not sure what's come over you, why you're on the verge of tears with need but Johnny enjoys seeing you like this. A taste of how you make him feel all the time.

"That's it, that's what I wanna hear baby." He growls, cool air hitting your swollen clit as the sound of ripping fabric roars through the dark room. He has no time for the barriers between you two.

Your scent is like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's literally drooling, grateful that he's the only one who has acute vision in the dark, for he'd feel a little pathetic if you saw how hungry he is for you right at this moment. He parts your thighs even further with his elbows, leveling his face with your sex.

He uses both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart, reveling in the sticky sound of your flesh separating and opening up for him - he doesn't even tease, he dives straight in, wrapping his lips around your bud and suckling with as much gentleness as his kind can muster.

You're not sure what to do with yourself, spine arching and mouth parted with a moan that is caught in your throat. Your fingers grip his raven locks fiercely, and you feel the vibration of his hum in contentment, against your clit.

"J-John! Oh!" Your mewls only further his vigor, head shaking back and forth as dines. He rears back and spits on your folds, watching it drip past your entrance and down to your ass. Once again, he has to remind himself to be gentle with you, sweet. You're so pliable underneath his ministrations.

"Mm, this pussy is mine. All mine." He groans between suckles and licks, frustrated he can't somehow just consume you completely.

Johnny decides right then, he's going to keep you.

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Eldritch AU - Tentacle Monster! Han Jisung/Gender Neutral! Reader

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You lay on your tummy, watching the latest show, "Tentacles don't look that perfect," you grumbled, staring at the media. You sighed, rolling on your back, "Oh the dream to be pounded by an eldritch monster," you said, feeling yourself get riled up. You gulped, scrolling through your phone for material, "Hot but questionable," you muttered, clicking the sounding tag. You pulled up your shirt, biting the hem between your teeth. Your hands trailed down your chest, "Mhm," you moaned, tugging your puffy nipples. You pressed your thighs together, aching for any type of friction.

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You exhaled a shaky breath and kicked off your shorts, "Shit, I didn't put down a towel," you grumbled, seeing the messy slick between your fingers. You traced your hole, "Fuck," you whimpered, pumping a finger in and out of your needy hole. You moaned, stretching your hole apart just to reach those sensitive bundle of nerves, "Can't reach," you whined, pressing till your knuckles were envolped but you still couldn't graze it. "I should've bought a damn dildo," you sulked, feeling utterly unsatisfied when a pair of shadow tendril spread your legs apart, "What the fuck!" you exclaimed, trying to kick them of but they trail further up your legs.

You gulped, "Do I actually want to be a monsterfucker?" you questioned when you heard an audible chuckle. "Funny little thing aren't you?" it asked, teasing your tight hole. You whined when a tendril eased itself into your hot ribbed hole. The monster smirked, "Looking for a name to moan? Just call me Jisung," he said, thrusting at a languid pace. You arched your back, "What are you?" you mewled, clenching around the tendril. Jisung hummed, "I have many names. Many you don't need to know. Just tell me, are you feeling good? I don't like depending on your bodily contractions. Say with your own words," he said, enlarging the tendril buried within your hole.

You groaned, exhaling deeply, "Like it. I really do. Please ruin me? Please make me only crave you?" you pleaded, rocking your hips back. Jisung chuckled, easing another tendril into your gaping hole, "Let me hear you scream," he smirked, thrusting at a merciless pace. You cried out, body trembling from the inhuman pace, "Hah, ah, ahh!" you wailed, clawing the sheets as you thrashed. Jisung held you down and thrust his tentacles harder, "That's it little one, I can feel up your little tummy," he chuckled, latching around your sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeaked, sobbing out, "Fuck, hah, ah," you whimpered. Jisung hummed, "Was that an orgasm? Could you cum harder?" he asked, knowing fully well you can't answer.

You babbled, broken sobs spilling past your lips. Jisung cooed, noticing the glimpse of your phone, "Sounding hm? We can try," he said, his voice echoing within your ears. Jisung slithered a thin tendril, the tip grazing the opening of your urethra. You choked up, "Gently," you said, barely coherent. Jisung nodded, "Of course," he said, easing the tendril into the tiny slit. You screamed, mind melting from the pressure building in your lower hand. Your head felt heavy and cloudy. Jisung thrust within slowly and carefully, "All plugged up," he chuckled, feeling the tip of his tendril touch the inside of your bladder. You could barely lift your limbs, pleasure holding you down. Jisung cooed, "So pliant. Sleep now, little doll. When you wake up, I'll make sure you're satisfied," he whispered, coaxing you deeper and deeper into the familiar mind fog.

[dia-souls]

🎵 Shuyui fanfic 🎵

Pairing: Sakamaki Shu x Komori Yui

TW: ⚠️ AU story, Violence, Blood mentioned, NFSW, Knife Playings ⚠️

Author: Admin Afra

Admin's Note: This fanfic is based on this event and it's completely in an AU world. All the religious parts are completely fictional and there is no intention to offend any religion.

~Familiar Melody~

The rain was falling with its maximum force and the roaring sound of the storm struck fear in the hearts. A strong wind was blowing that the trees bowed before it. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and could not shine its light on the earth and illuminate the earth even a little with its silver light.

A girl with a wet body shivering from the cold was running away from something with fear. Her golden hair, which was a sign of the sun, was wet and stuck to her beautiful face, which was like a goddess. Her pink eyes, which were a sign of the beautiful roses in the gardens of heaven, were full of tears, and she hugged herself with her small arms so that she could warm her tired body a little.

While crying innocently, she was running with short steps and tired legs, and the sound of her shoes splashing with water holes could be heard.

*Splash splash*

Yui: Help, someone please help me.

With her last breath she screamed for help but no one was there. She couldn't take it anymore. She fell on the floor wet from exhaustion and her eyes slowly closed. In her last seconds of consciousness, she saw a man with blond hair and ruby ​​blue eyes coming towards her. But did he have wings? Which were caught in chains?

*TIMESKIP*

The girl woke up. Her body was completely dried and was lying on a table. Scented candles were all around her and beautiful music was played by the organ. She looked around. Pictures of unknown people hung on the walls. She did not know these people, but it was as if all this was a memory for her. A memory she was running away from.

Sh was engrossed in the images when suddenly a tall man with a beautiful face entered. That man was beautiful like goddesses. He had dark blonde hair and ruby ​​blue eyes. And two wings that were captured by long chains.

The blue and beautiful eyes of the man were to the girl. He was walking towards her slowly. The closer he got to her, the faster the girl's heart beat. It was as if she knew him. It's as if this man used to live in her memories, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember him. She didn't know anything about him, but she was sure that this heartbeat spoke of a great secret.

The man came closer and closer until he was right on top of her. The beautiful and bright eyes of the girl were reflected in his ruby ​​eyes. They stared at each other for a brief moment before the man put his hand to the girl's chin and held it, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.

Shu: Are you lost?

Yui: I... I... I don't know... I don't remember.

Shu: What is your name?

Yui: I don't know.

The man was carefully looking at the girl's face. He didn't know the girl either, but he seems to have vague memories of this innocent face in his mind. But he does not remember what this memory is.

He looked carefully at the girl's clothes. It had no sign to identify her except a necklace. He took the necklace in his hand. A name was written on the necklace, but it was distorted and could not be read. The girl is afraid of the man. She did not know him, but his warmth felt familiar to her. Most importantly, this man had fangs and this scared the girl.

Yui: Who are you?

Shu: My name is Sakamaki Shu and I came to this church on a personal quest.

Yui: Is this a church?

Shu: Yes. Listen to this music.

Yui was listening to the lovely sound of the organ and piano echoing in the church. This voice echoed in her ears like a lullaby and caused her consciousness to become less and less until she fell into a deep sleep. In her last moments of consciousness, she saw the man who knelt down next to her and began to recite a familiar prayer.

*TIMESKIP*

When Yui regained consciousness, she found herself with her hands and feet tied. She was lying on a table and the ropes were so tight that they prevented her from making the slightest movement. Fear filled the girl's whole being. She wanted to scream and ask for help, but she realized that her mouth was covered by a cloth and she could not speak a single word. The girl's body trembled with fear and cried under the silver light of the moon, which made the church dimly lit.

Her tears flowed from her bright eyes and while she was crying in the silence and darkness of the church, she saw a familiar shadow coming out of the shadows and slowly approaching her. This was the man who had introduced himself as Shu Sakamaki. But why? Why should he imprison a strange girl?

While staring at the girl with an evil look and a scary grin, he approached her and gently caressed her head. He smiles at the girl. As if this smile was very familiar.

Shu: Hahaha. What has happened? Are you afraid

Yui tried to answer him but to no avail. All her words were hidden by the cloth around her mouth and she could not speak a single word.

Shu: Ahhhh. You can't talk with that cloth around your mouth. Well, let me help you.

While wiping the tears from Yui's cheek with his index finger and caressing her cheek, Shu slowly removes the cloth from around her mouth and allows her to breathe. Yui is panting in fear and trying to hold back her tears so she can speak.

Yui: Why are you doing this? Please let me go.

Shu: Hahaha. Are you really scared? Why are you afraid of me? I have not done anything yet.

Yui: What do you mean yet?

Shu smirked at Yui in response. He could feel Yui's terror causing her to cry and beg him to be released. Shu gently stroked Yui's head to calm her down and looked into Yui's eyes with a warm and familiar smile. A smile that was very familiar and for some reason made Yui stop crying.

She calmed down with his warm caresses and familiar smile. She did not know the reason for any of this, but all these feelings were familiar to her. As if this man already knew her.

Shu: There is no reason to be afraid of me. Did you forget what I said? I have come to this church on a personal quest.

Yui: I don't know who you're looking for. But I am not who you think. I swear you have me mistaken for someone else. Please let me go.

Shu caresses Yui's head again and kisses her forehead.

Shu: Don't be afraid. I will not harm you. I just need to make sure.

After saying this, Shu took the silver knife that was next to the table. The blade of the knife shone under the moonlight and aroused Yui's fear.

A few candles were arranged next to Yui. The candles were very close to Yui but far enough away that Yui could only feel their warmth. Shu quickly lit all of their candles and slowly approached Yui with the knife.

Yui: You.....you....what do you want to do?

Shu: Don't be afraid. I will not harm you. I want to read my bloody prayer before God to find my beloved.

Shu brought the knife closer to Yui and tore off all of Yui's clothes in one swift motion. Yui is now naked with her hands and feet tied and feeling ashamed. Yui feels embarrassed and can't hide this feeling and just cries.

Yui: You... you shouldn't do this in front of God. This is a sin.

Shu: Don't worry. This is God's will.

Shu kisses Yui's tears and caresses her again. He doesn't want to scare Yui. But he is looking for his beloved and the only solution to find him is this strange girl. This girl's blood is very special and Shu can smell it. This blood is so powerful that it can bring Shu's beloved back to him.

Shu brings the knife close to Yui's body and cuts her tender and thin skin with the knife. A burning sensation spreads over Yui's skin and she screams.

Yui: *Sob*....*sniff*....please stop....it hurts.

Shu: Shhh.... It will end very soon. Calm down.

Shu cuts many parts of Yui's body and Yui cries more and more. When Shu is done, he drops the knife and kisses Yui's stomach. He wipes Yui's tears and tries to calm her down by petting her.

Shu: It's over. I know it hurts, but you are a brave girl. You can handle this, good girl.

*smooch*

Shu kisses Yui's cheek and soothes her with sweet words.

Yui: Why are you doing this?

Shu: Look at me. Tell me what do you see?

Yui looks at Shu. He looks like an ordinary man dressed as a priest. But with a closer look, you can understand that he is not ordinary. He has fangs just like vampires. He also has wings. But his wings do not look like the wings of angels. There are black wings just like a devil, but why are the wings captured in steel chains?

Yui: You are not a priest.

Shu: That's right, I'm not a priest. I am a lover. I came here in search of my lover. And your blood can help me find my lover.

Shu approaches Yui. The candles next to Yui become more burning and suddenly Yui burns and cries because of the heat of the fire next to her. Shu stands next to the table that Yui is tied to and stretches his arms to the sky. The moonlight shines from the roof of the church into the church and the church shines with the silver light of the moon.

Shu begins to recite a prayer. A prayer that Yui does not understand. But by looking at Shu's beautiful face shining under the moonlight, her memories slowly come alive for her.

Shu looks at Yui after a few short moments. Tears are flowing from his eyes. He reaches his hand towards Yui and caresses Yui's wounded and bloody body. He drops his tears on Yui's naked body and heals the wound. Yui no longer feels pain. But this time her heart beats faster. It seems that his sadness has made her sad too.

Shu: That nightmare repeats itself every night.

Yui: What nightmare?

Shu: A nightmare where my best friend burns in a fire and my lover leaves me forever.

Yui: What is that girl's name?

Shu: I don't remember her name. But I call her Eve. By the Eden tree she was by my side. She was smiling and looking at me with an angelic face. Her gaze was full of love. The love that made me forget the nightmare and live again. That girl was very beautiful.

With a tearful face, Shu leans his head close to Yui's face and looks directly into her eyes.

Shu: Do you know who separated her from me?

Yui: I don't know.

Shu: God separated her from me. Because she committed a sin. She ate the apple of Eden and God separated her from me as punishment. But I ran away from heaven and came to look for her, that's why I am acidified in these chains. Because chains are God's power and he will only release me when I find my lover.

Yui: What is my role here?

Shu: Your blood is very powerful. I prayed before God by sacrificing your blood, but the chains were not opened. So I am still far from my lover.

Yui: I can't help you. Please let me go.

Shu opens the ropes with a heart full of pain. He looks at Yui's wounded body. Blood is spread on her body like a rose and under the moonlight she looks like a goddess. This feeling is very familiar to him. Shu cannot control himself and hugs Yui and cries.

Shu: My Eve. I miss you. Please come back to me

Shocked by his sudden hug, Yui can't fight him back. The warmth of this man is also familiar to her. Yui returns Shu's hug and cries with him. Suddenly, the chains are slowly opened and Shu's wings are freed. He is now free and that means he has found his lover.

While hugging Yui, Shu looks at her with a warm look and a familiar smile. He remembers everything now. He remembers Eve.

Shu: Yui. You are Yui. My dear Eve. I finally found you.

Yui: Shu-san.

Shu hugs Yui again and caresses her. He has found his lover and never wants to let her go. Shu takes his head to Yui's neck and places small kisses on her neck. He kisses Yui's lips. A long kiss from an old love. Moments later, saliva of love hangs from the lips of these two lovers.

Shu: Yui, I found you. My beautiful Eve. I will never let you go again.

Yui hugs Shu.

Yui: Shu-san. I love you.

Shu: I love you too Yui. My beautiful Eve. My one and only Eve. I will never be separated from you. Now we are free. We come back to life.

The midnight hymn echoed through the church. God heard Adam's prayer and returned him to Eve. Now Adam is free and happy. He is with Eve and can experience happiness again. No one knows what will happen to them. Maybe God will forgive them and they will return to Eden again. Maybe they will be imprisoned on earth forever. But they are together in the end and that is enough for them to be happy. Because Adam and Eve are in love.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

And They Were Roommates, OMG, They Were Roommates: Part Eleven

A/N: Look! I wrote the smut! I only made everyone wait for (checks notes) eleven chapters. Also, I wish everyone could see the faces I made while reading this back to edit. I don't know what demon possessed me when I wrote this, but I do know I probably need to bathe in holy water now. Anyways! Hope everyone enjoys this very NFSW chapter. Be a good girl and tell me what you think after ;)

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Cassian blinks up at the ceiling, counting his breaths in time with the pounding in his head. The morning light spilling in from his bedroom windows prickles and gnaws at his eyes, but the pain is nothing compared to the tightness of his chest. Icy, stinging hands twist at his heart, squeeze at his lungs, until it's hard to breathe. Until he feels like he's going to be sick.

How could he be so stupid? How could he just blurt out his feelings for Nesta like that? Gods, what was he thinking? Nesta and Eris had only broken up a week ago. She told him he was her best friend, for Cauldron’s sake. And what did Cassian do? Take his idiocy levels to the stratosphere.

Cassian groans, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. He turns his head and finds a glass of water set on his bedside table, a bottle of painkillers sitting beside it. He hadn’t even heard Nesta come into his room. The sight has the ache in his chest growing, his heart stuttering even as it cracks and shatters, and he buries his face in his pillow, letting out another groan.

A clatter from the kitchen draws Cassian’s attention, and he realizes Nesta must already be awake. He wonders if he can spend the rest of the day hiding in his room, if he can somehow avoid the inevitable conversation, the disaster he’ll be walking head first into once he steps outside the safety of his bedroom door. The way his stomach growls loudly seems to protest the idea, and he can’t help but agree.

Time to face the music.

Cassian pulls himself up into a sitting position, quickly downing the glass of water. He scrapes his hair back and away from his face and stands up. Just like ripping off a bandaid. That’s the best approach here. He’ll face Nesta, deal with whatever awkwardness, probably with Nesta chewing him out deservedly, and he’ll just try and hope that they can still remain friends, beg that she doesn’t up and move out.

One last deep breath for courage, and Cassian pulls open his bedroom door, stepping out into the hallway. He can clearly hear the sounds of kitchen cabinets opening and closing, hear the shuffle of Nesta’s feet against the hardwood floors. He can already so clearly picture her, wearing soft comfortable clothes, strands of her braid loose from sleep, maybe a few pillow creases still smudged across her skin. He squeezes his eyes shut at the mental image, his heart lodging so hard and so suddenly into his throat, he swears he’s going to choke on it. He tries to breathe through it, clenches his hands into fists and tries to will his feet to step forward, but he can’t do it.

He can’t do this.

Cassian spins on his heel and retreats to the bathroom, practically slamming the door behind him in his haste. He knows Nesta probably heard it. Most definitely heard it. But it’s hard to focus on anything other than the way his heartbeat pounds hard enough he can hear the thrumming beat echoing in his ears, the way his chest heaves with every shaky inhale. He grips the edges of the sink, meeting his own gaze in the mirror.

“You were drunk. You didn’t know what you were saying. You didn’t mean it,” Cassian practices, hoping the stern quality of his voice somehow convinces himself and his reflection alike.

It’s easier said than done. Cassian knows that if his reflection could talk back to him, he’d tell him what an idiot he is. Probably slap him upside the head the way Azriel always does. Gods, he can practically hear the muttered chiding of his brother, can perfectly picture the way Azriel would shake his head in that unimpressed, disappointed way of his.

“Nesta is your friend. We’re not going to ruin this,” Cassian tries to continue but the words press against his windpipe, and he swallows hard, dropping his head between his shoulders. “We’re not going to lose her.”

Cassian lets out a soft exhale and straightens, sharing one last determined nod with his reflection. He turns back around and yanks open the bathroom door, coming face to face with a pair of wide, stormy blue eyes. Even with the anxiety still roiling his stomach and ratcheting up his nerve endings, his heart still skips a beat in his chest at the sight of her. Traitor.

“Nesta,” Cassian breathes, reaching a hand up to push through his hair before wincing when he remembers he pulled it back.

“Did you just puke?” Nesta asks, her lips tugging down in a frown. “I knew I should have cut you off after the second round of shots.”

“I’m fine,” Cassian assures her, even if his voice sounds hoarse.

Nesta opens her mouth like she wants to say something more before thinking better of it, turning on her heel instead and heading back toward the kitchen. “I made breakfast.”

“I thought one of the terms of our deal was that I did all the cooking?”

Cassian tries to keep his tone light, his words teasing, but it falls short even to his own ears, and he's glad Nesta's back is to him, that she won't see him grimace. He follows Nesta into the kitchen, the greasy scent of eggs and sausage flooding his senses and making his mouth water. Nesta grabs a fresh glass and fills it with water, sliding it across the kitchen island to him before grabbing two plates.

“That may have been the deal, but it didn’t exactly seem like you were in any state for cooking,” Nesta comments idly, piling a healthy amount of scrambled eggs onto each plate.

Cassian lets out a quiet huff, certainly not disagreeing with her assessment. Nesta passes him a plate, and Cassian accepts it with a quiet thanks, happy to fill his stomach with greasy food to help soak up any remnants of last night’s alcohol and to heal the last tendrils of his hangover. He settles into one of the kitchen island stools and digs in, already a few bites in before he realizes that Nesta hasn’t joined him, opting instead to stay on the other side of the island.

Cassian raises an eyebrow, a silent question in his expression, but Nesta doesn’t even meet his gaze. She keeps her eyes firmly on her own plate, her fork moving around the scrambled eggs aimlessly. Even from this angle, Cassian can see the way her mouth is slightly pinched, that little crease that forms between her brows when she furrows them.

Oh.

So much for them at least waiting until after breakfast. So much for that tiny flicker of a flame of hope that Cassian held on to that maybe Nesta had forgotten the previous night and they could pretend it never happened and go back to normal. With a soft sigh, he sets his fork down, the clatter finally drawing Nesta’s attention to him.

“Can we just get it over with?” Cassian requests, crossing his arms to give his hands something to do, his appetite suddenly vanishing.

Nesta’s frown deepens, and she tilts her head slightly. “Get what over with?”

“Come on, Nes. I know you. I’m sure you stayed up all night rehearsing exactly what you’re going to say, so have it. I can take it.”

Nesta pushes her plate to the side, folding her hands neatly in front of her, her spine straight as steel. She’s clearly readying for whatever words are about to spill past her lips, and Cassian can do nothing but swallow hard and wait. His heart twists and writhes between his ribs, ticking up and up until it pounds a thunderous beat through his veins. He tries desperately to keep his face neutral, to keep to his words that he can take it, even as his mind cycles through the different potential scenarios awaiting him, each worse than the next.

“I lied to you,” Nesta finally says, her voice quiet.

It’s Cassian’s turn to frown, and he blinks a few times while he tries to process her words, to determine if he heard her correctly. “You… lied?”

“When I told you about Eris and I breaking up, I told you that it was because he thought we were too close and it made him uncomfortable, but that was only half true,” Nesta explains, nibbling on her bottom lip before seeming to steel her nerves again and letting out a soft sigh. “What actually happened was that he could tell how you felt toward me, could see it. He actually said it was quite obvious…”

Cassian can’t stop his scoff, his anxiety from before quickly morphing into annoyance, burning like embers and threatening to grow into full blown flames that lick at his veins. “So, what? You knew and just didn’t want to say anything? Wanted to watch me embarrass myself rather than put me out of my misery?”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Nesta snaps, her own eyes blazing like storm clouds.

“Fine. Go on then,” Cassian mutters, shrugging his shoulders in what he hopes is a casual manner.

“He also said it was obvious that the feelings were mutual. Something he’s not exactly the first person to tell me… and every time before that, I would deny it or argue that there was nothing there because you’re Cassian, you’re my best friend, but I don’t know, something that day, when Eris was saying all that he was saying, something clicked, and I started really thinking about it and imagining it, but then, of course, I started second guessing myself and I—”

Cassian is moving before Nesta is even halfway done speaking, stepping around the kitchen island and into her space. Nesta continues to speak even as her eyes follow him, as her eyebrows start to dip in confusion, but when Cassian is close enough, he lifts his hands to slide his palms across her cheeks, to cradle her jaw, and the gesture effectively cuts her off. In the echoing silence, Cassian can hear the way her breath hitches in her lungs.

“So, is it mutual then?” Cassian asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

He needs to know, needs to hear her properly confirm it. Hope blooms so surely in his chest, roots digging in between his ribs, and it’s terrifying, even as Cassian grasps and holds onto it with all his might. Nesta continues to stare up at him, but she doesn’t pull away, so Cassian dares to lean in closer still, until their noses brush together, until he can feel Nesta’s breath skating across his lips.

“Nes?”

“Yes.”

Cassian’s thumb traces the curve of Nesta’s cheek, entranced by the way her eyes flutter closed. “So, we’re really doing this?”

Rather than answer, Nesta surges up onto her toes, pressing her lips firmly against his. Cassian doesn’t wait a second before kissing her back, dropping a hand around her waist and tugging her flush against him. Nesta has one hand fisted in his tee, her other hand pulling his hair free so she can bury her fingers there, and when she pulls at the strands, Cassian groans into her mouth.

Kissing Nesta is better than he could have ever imagined. It’s a breath of fresh air that leaves Cassian’s entire body feeling electric, even as something entwined with his soul unlocks, some beast deep within himself finally settling. The slide of Nesta’s lips against his, the feel of her in his arms, of her pressed against him, it’s as familiar as it sends a thrill running up his spine.

Cassian deepens the kiss, and he can taste the sweet creamer that Nesta loves to add to her coffee and something that is so distinctly Nesta. He wants to memorize it, memorize this moment, memorize her. His hands slip further down until he can grasp at Nesta's thighs, hoisting her up. He settles her on the kitchen island, staying pressed between her spread thighs.

The sound of shattering porcelain breaks the moment and has Cassian and Nesta pulling away from each other. They turn to find Nesta's plate now on the floor, broken shards and bits of scrambled eggs littered across the hardwood.

“That was definitely your fault,” Nesta tells him, her nose scrunching slightly in disgust as she eyes the mess. "I'm not cleaning that up."

“That's a problem for later,” Cassian assures her, using a finger under her chin to guide her attention back to him and kissing her again.

“Cassian,” Nesta mumbles against his lips, but Cassian only allows her to pull far enough away that he can focus his lips’ attention on her neck, delighted that he can feel as much as hear the way Nesta gasps when he drags his teeth over her pulse point. “Bedroom. Bedroom now.”

Cassian pulls Nesta back into his arms, her thighs snug around his hips. He kneads his hands into her ass until Nesta is moaning into his mouth and carefully avoids the broken pieces of porcelain on the floor to walk them out of the kitchen. It takes all his focus to get them down the hallway, to avoid them careening into the walls or crashing to the floor, especially when Nesta keeps tugging at his hair like she can't pull him close enough.

Somehow, miraculously, Cassian gets them through the doorway to his bedroom, depositing Nesta onto his blankets. He reaches a hand back, fisting it in the fabric of his tee and yanking it up and off. He can feel Nesta's eyes raking down his chest like phantom nails scraping across his skin, and he swallows hard to suppress a shudder as he kneels onto the mattress.

“Enjoying the view, Nes?” Cassian teases, settling between her splayed legs, sliding his hands up and up until he reaches the hem of where her sleep shorts sit.

“Just getting my ogling in now that I can,” Nesta shoots back, but the breathy tone of her voice gives away how affected she is.

“You could've ogled before. I wouldn't have complained.”

“What? Like you did? That's right. You weren't subtle.”

“If you're expecting an apology, you won't get one," Cassian promises, leaning down to nose along her jawline. "It's not my fault you're so gorgeous.”

Cassian’s hands slide up over Nesta’s hips, tangling in the hem of her oversized tee and tugging it up over her ribcage. He pulls back just enough to slip it off her, tossing it to his bedroom floor. He kisses a line from Nesta’s shoulder all the way up her neck, biting a mark behind her ear until Nesta is keening and shuddering beneath him. She bucks her hips up against him, desperately chasing friction, but Cassian merely presses his hands against them, pinning her against the mattress.

He changes paths, kissing down along Nesta’s collarbones and biting teasingly at her breast over the comfortable bralette she has on. It’s the next item that Cassian tugs off and discards, finally able to lavish Nesta’s breasts with the proper attention they deserve. He swirls his tongue and groans against her skin, taking his sweet time. Nesta continues to writhe against him, so Cassian tightens his grip on her hip, moving his other hand to palm at her other breast. Every moan, every breathy whine goes straight to Cassian’s cock, and when his name falls past her lips, Cassian has to press his own hips down against the mattress to get some relief.

Cassian sits back on his haunches, admiring the flush that’s painted across Nesta’s chest and high on her cheeks, her hair cascaded across his pillows. Her eyes are blown out and such a bright color of blue that suddenly beautiful doesn’t seem a strong enough word. He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts and panties, pulling both down slowly, teasingly.

“Now be a good girl and lie still,” Cassian tells her, slipping them the rest of the way off.

Nesta tosses her head back, and the loud moan that tears its way out of her throat, her hips bucking up against the air, has Cassian stilling. Nesta’s eyes snap back open as though she’s just realized what’s happened, that blush on her cheeks deepening, and try as he might, Cassian can’t bite back the smirk pulling across his face.

“Does that do it for you?” he teases lightly, his smirk only growing at Nesta’s responding scowl.

“Fuck off.”

“Now now, Nes. That doesn’t sound very good to me,” Cassian chastises, gripping Nesta’s calves and tugging her even closer to him. “And good girls get their pussies eaten.”

Nesta tips her head back against the pillow, letting out a pained groan. “I cannot believe you just said that.”

“I’m trying to be sexy.”

“I feel like I now know why you’ve been single so long.”

“We both know why I’ve been single so long,” Cassian tells her, skating his fingers up Nesta’s calves, over her knees and to her thighs. He says it teasingly, but he means it too, the words genuine in a way that his chest aches for just a moment. It may have taken him longer than it should to realize it, but it’s always been and always would be Nesta for him.

“Sorry I made you wait so long,” Nesta offers quietly.

“I’m not,” Cassian dismisses, leaning down again to kiss her, this kiss a soft and sweet press of their lips together. “As long as it led us to this moment.”

“I think I preferred sexy Cassian over sappy Cassian,” Nesta teases, rolling her eyes fondly.

Cassian chuckles, but he kisses her again, deeper this time. He traces a path with his lips down her neck, her chest, her stomach. He skips over where Nesta really wants him, pressing a smirk against the skin of her calf at Nesta’s whine before he kisses back up her leg. He pauses as he gets to Nesta’s thigh, needing a moment to really take it all in, to recognize that Nesta is really here, in his bed, in his arms.

“Cassian,” Nesta whines, bucking her hips up again. “Come on, already.”

“Sorry. Just making sure I’m not dreaming and this is actually happening.”

“I’d be more than happy to smack you in the head to prove you’re not dreaming.”

“Definitely not a dream then,” Cassian shoots back, nipping at Nesta’s inner thigh in retaliation. “Dream Nesta is much nicer to me.”

Nesta rolls her eyes, and Cassian can already see the retort poised and ready on the tip of her tongue, so he does the one thing he knows will shut her up. He leans in and licks a thick stripe up to her clit. Any words Nesta was going to speak choke off into a moan, and he knows he’s won.

“Cat got your tongue?” Cassian remarks, squeezing at the flesh of Nesta’s thighs. “You’re already so wet for me and we’ve barely even started.”

Nesta lets out an annoyed huff, but she doesn’t protest or say anything more. Instead, she buries her hand in Cassian’s hand, shoving his head down and where she wants him. Cassian chuckles softly, but he’s more than happy to give her what she wants, alternating between long licks and fucking her with his tongue, unable to hold back his own groans. He turns his attention to her clit, sucking it between his lips and relishing in the sound it pulls from Nesta’s lips.

He keeps his eyes on Nesta the whole time, memorizing the way her mouth parts in pleasure, the way her chest heaves, calculating what she likes, what gets the loudest response from her. She has one hand twisting in the sheets, the other still buried in his hair and holding him just how she wants while she cants her hips against his face.

Cassian pulls back to catch his breath, but he doesn't relent, pressing a finger into her, the welcoming heat squeezing the digit. He pumps his finger in and out, curling it until he finds that spot that has Nesta keening, has her back arching up.

“You're so gorgeous,” Cassian breathes, biting another mark into Nesta's hip bone.

“Cassian, fuck. More. Please,” Nesta gets out between moans, pressing down against his finger.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He slips a second finger in beside the first, picking up the pace as he fucks her with them. “You take my fingers so well. Are you going to take my cock like this too?”

“Yes! Gods, yes.”

“Are you going to come for me, baby? Going to be my good girl and come all over my fingers and face?”

Nesta lets out a half choked off moan in response, and Cassian knows she's close. Can feel it in the way her walls flutter and squeeze around his fingers, in the way her hips seem to be moving against him like they have a mind of their own. He dips his head to return his mouth's attention to her clit, licking and sucking with a renewed fervor while his fingers continue to work her.

It doesn't take long after that for Nesta to shatter, her back arching off the bed while she practically shouts his name. Cassian works her through it until she comes back down, slipping his fingers free and sliding up her body. Nesta has her arm thrown over her eyes so he presses a gentle kiss to the center of her chest instead.

“You good, Nes?” Cassian asks, unable to keep the smugness from his tone.

Nesta lets her arm fall back against the mattress with a quiet thump. "I don't care that you've never had a woman over the entire time I've lived here, you better have condoms in this room."

“Ready to go again already? Clearly, I'll have to try harder next time to make sure you're really boneless.”

“Why don't you try harder right now?” Nesta challenges, settling Cassian with a look that has his entire body alighting.

Cassian is quick to scramble up onto his knees, reaching toward his bedside table. He fumbles around in the drawer until he finds what he's looking for. The small, foil packet poised between his fingers, he leans back in and kisses Nesta, wasting no time in pressing his tongue into her mouth and deepening the kiss.

The moan Nesta lets out against his lips is electricity straight to his cock, and he dips his hips, rocking them down against her. Nesta's hands push at the waistband of his sweats, clearly growing impatient when her hand merely reaches inside and grasps him. Cassian would be embarrassed by the loud groan he lets out if Nesta's fingers curled around him didn't feel so heavenly. She pumps her hand slowly, twisting her wrist just right, and he knows he won't last much longer if she keeps this up.

“There'll be time for you to play another time,” Cassian tells her, catching her wrist and pinning her hand back against the mattress instead. “But right now I want to be inside you.”

“Then take your pants off already.”

“Has anyone ever told you you're bossy in bed?”

“You like it.”

Cassian hums consideringly, but he doesn't disagree. He shifts up enough that he can slip his sweats off the rest of the way, tossing them into the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. He tears open the condom and slides it on, Nesta spreading her legs wider so he can settle between them.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” Cassian requests, quickly grabbing a pillow and sliding it under Nesta's hips when she does as he's asked.

He takes his cock in his hand, teasing it through Nesta's folds and the wetness gathered there. He can't stop staring, still can't quite wrap his mind around the fact this is truly happening. He's really about to sleep with the woman he loves, with Nesta.

“Cassian, please,” Nesta whines, wrapping her legs more tightly around him and trying to nudge him forward.

Cassian notches himself more firmly against her, but then he merely smirks up at her. “Ask nicely like a good girl.”

“Please fuck me. Please.”

Cassian leans in and slots their mouths together at the same moment he presses his hips forward. Nesta lets out a shuddering breath against his lips and Cassian isn't even sure he's breathing as he slides in inch by inch. It takes all his willpower to hold himself still, but he can feel the way Nesta clenches around him, so he shifts his head to press soothing kisses along her neck.

“Okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Nesta assures him, shifting her hips until they're both moaning. “Now, fucking move.”

“Still so bossy,” Cassian chastises, punctuating his words with a hard thrust.

He sets a brutal and hard pace, snapping his hips against her own until Nesta is a keening and writhing mess beneath him. His eyes skitter down, entranced by the way they're joined, addicted to her fluttering around him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Cassian breathes hotly in Nesta's ear. “Take me so well. Like you were made for me. So perfect for me.”

“Cassian,” Nesta practically shouts, tossing her head back as she moans loudly.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. Let this whole apartment building hear how good I fuck you.”

Cassian shifts his hand to grasp Nesta's thigh, hoisting it higher on his hip and holding it there. It allows him to sink in deeper, to hit at a new angle that has him groaning right along Nesta's moans as their bodies move together.

“Gods, don't stop,” Nesta chants, tugging at Cassian's hair like it will keep him there. As if he'd ever be anywhere else. “Right there. Fuck, right there.”

Cassian chuckles softly, but he reaches his hand between them, rubbing her clit in tantalizing circles. “Come on, Nes. Want to feel you come around my cock. Want to watch you come again.”

It seems to be the only coaxing she needs. Nesta clamps down tight around him, her whole body practically shaking as she shatters, a half choked off moan of his name tumbling past her lips.

“That's my good girl,” Cassian praises, still stroking his hips to work her through it. “So fucking gorgeous like this.”

Cassian tries to keep steady, but his thrusts start to stutter as he feels his own orgasm looming. A few more snaps of his hips, and he buries his face in the crook of Nesta's neck, moaning as he crashes over the edge. For a second, he swears his vision blacks out, his mind going blank and fuzzy. When he comes back to himself, Nesta's fingers are carding softly through his hair, their bodies still pressed together and her legs still snug around his hips.

“Fuck me,” Cassian mutters against her skin.

“I just did, you idiot.”

It's the most Nesta thing to say ever that Cassian can't help but laugh, her own melodious laughter joining in. Cassian pushes back up onto his forearms, but that’s as far as he goes. He shifts his weight enough that he can cradle Nesta’s jaw in his hand and kiss her. It’s slow and sensual, and it’s with reluctance that he finally does pull away from her.

They clamber off the bed to clean up, and watching Nesta swipe his shirt off the floor and pull it on leaves Cassian breathless and gaping after her as she walks out of the room and toward the bathroom. Already, his blood starts to heat again, and he has to swallow hard and shake his head to clear the thought before he follows behind her into the bathroom.

Even though it’s still fairly early in the day, once they’re done, Cassian wraps his arms around Nesta’s waist and carries her right back to his bedroom. He tosses her onto the mattress and quickly jumps on the bed as well, pulling the blankets up over them both and tugging Nesta back into his arms. She rolls her eyes at his antics, but the soft way she pushes his hair off his forehead and away from his face betrays her fondness.

“I know I probably should have said this before we fucked each other's brains out,” Cassian starts, shifting forward on the pillow so his nose bumps Nesta’s. “But I meant what I said even when I was drunk. About loving you. I am absolutely, stupidly in love with you.”

“Are you sure that’s not just the sex afterglow talking?” Nesta teases, her eyes alight with amusement.

“I’d be more than happy to prove it to you by reminding you in an hour. And tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the—”

Nesta covers Cassian’s mouth with her hand, effectively cutting him off. “You are the worst.”

Cassian curls his own fingers around Nesta’s hand, tugging it away enough that he can properly press a kiss to the center of her palm. He settles their joined hand over his heart, unable to bite back his wide, goofy grin as he repeats, “I love you.”

Nesta’s answering smile is soft in a way Cassian’s only seen a few times, but he’s sure he’ll never get tired of, mind already working on ways to pull it out again. It’s a smile he knows is only for him, and it sends his heart fluttering at what it means, the implication, even as Nesta’s whispered words echo the confirmation, “I love you too.”

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[zoeykallus]

Okay okay, first of all I love all of your works! every time i see a notification it makes my day better ((;

English is not my first language sooo im very sorry!

Okay but how about afab!reader is in a relationship with crosshair, it's pretty serious and she gets to meet the other batchers. There's a lot of teasing and yk just brother's being brother's but suddenly one of them let's something slip (something like.. "crosshairs is finally not a Virgin anymore") (usually reader and him are really flirty and crosshair is kinda like 'u couldn't handle me' and all this stuff) so reader finds out that he's a Virgin and confronts him, back at her place or smt.

Sooooooooo, they Start to make out and nfsw stuff happens but the reader is in Charge (hehe) crosshair actually likes it and the next morning he is greeted with a blowjob and is so snarky (but a whining/moaning mess) that the reader overstimulates him and continues until he cums two times and he's just completely blissed out.

Im a sucker for dominant Readers & bottom 'bitches' haha but clones are just *Chefs kiss*

If you consider to write this, take as much time as you need and don't feel pressured at all because I really hope u have a great day and that ur fine!

Lots of love!

😳

That is a lot of text! Give me a second 😂 Aloha! Thank you so much, always very pleased to read such things! English is not my first language either! So no worries, I know the struggle. You are doing pretty good as much as I can tell, probably better than me 😂 Hehehe, I love the thought of Crosshair's sass kinda backfiring on him 😂 I don't think experienced Cross is a "bottom bitch" but I can clearly see him being one in his first attempts at intimacy. And the thickhead is definitely too stubborn and proud to use the safeword.

Let's do this!

Crosshair x afab!Reader Two-shot 1/2 - Think You Can Handle Me?

Warnings: 18+ / SMUT / Dom Reader / Sub Crosshair / Inexperienced (yet sassy) Crosshair / Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Overstimulation / Edging / Alcohol

It's quite late in the evening when you return from your date with Crosshair. But the boys are still awake when you reach the Marauder. They are sitting outside, a few of them drinking corellian ale. The mood is boisterous and slightly drunk. Hunter has been blowing off a lot of steam tonight and comes to meet you slightly tipsy. He puts an arm around Crosshair's shoulders, who frowns in annoyance.

"Look at that. You guys are coming back late from your date. I guess that means our little brother isn't a virgin anymore," Hunter rumbles, swinging his bottle through the air and spilling a few drops.

You look at the two of them in surprise. Crosshair has always acted like he was a true pro in the sheets, that he didn't think you were up for the challenge. His excuse that he wants to take it slow now makes sense.

Crosshair's teeth are clenched as the words, "Shut up you idiot" come out.

Hunter looks from one to the other in wonder, then a light goes on, "You didn't tell her? Oh, let me guess, you've got the 'I'm too much for you sweetie, let's take things slow' routine going on?"

Crosshair's look is almost desperate, and he pulls himself together with difficulty.

"You're drunk and full of shit," he finally growls, tearing himself away from Hunter and retreating, though not into the Marauder, but past it into the fields behind the landing pad.

Wrecker frowns, "It's no big deal, right?"

Echo looks at him and says quietly, "It is for some men."

Tech adjusts his goggles and says matter-of-factly, "Crosshair is one of those men"

You finally follow him when he is not back after half an hour. You intentionally gave him some time to cool down and collect himself, and did not press him immediately.

He is, as you expected, behind the fields, between some trees, in a clearing where he often stays to train and contemplate. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up with his eyes narrowed critically.

"Get lost," he grumbles.

"Hey," you say indignantly, though gently, "I didn't lie or tell your secret. I'm probably the least to blame for this whole situation."

He sighs, nods, and says barely louder than a whisper, "Sorry."

He put down his rifle and looks at you.

"You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do? Just because I know about it now, I don't think any less of you. We don't have to rush into anything," you say calmly.

You can see his jaw muscles move as he grinds his teeth.

"I know, but now that the cat's out of the bag, there's no reason for me to drag this out either. I want you, definitely, I've just been blocked by the thought that I didn't want you to notice that I have no experience."

He looks around and says meaningfully, "We are alone here, no one can see us."

You smirk and begin to undress. For a moment, he forgets everything he just thought about and just watches you, fascinated. Crosshair watches one garment after another fall and feels it getting tight behind his codpiece. Lost in stimulating thoughts and the sight of you, he automatically removes the codpiece and lets it fall to the floor.

You can see the bulge in his blacks' pants. When you are finally naked, you step closer to him and your hand slides over the bulge, caressing his hard length over the fabric. A soft sigh passes his lips.

You push him back, against a bench under a tree. When he feels the wood in the back of his knees, he automatically sits down, and you slide onto his lap, facing him. Your lips find his in a fiery kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around your naked body.

He can't quite grasp what's happening as he feels your fingers slip under the waistband of his blacks' pants and pull them down a bit, far enough to free his hard, cock. As you begin to rub your naked pubic against it, he moans into the kiss and his fingers grip tighter.

Crosshair can feel your soft, wet flower pressing against his shaft, and just the thought makes his heart start to race, and he gets all hot.

"You can always tell me when to stop," you tell him as your lips break away from his for a moment.

"I'm sure that won't happen," he returns and presses his lips to yours again, chasing your tongue with his.

After a while, though, he grabs your hips and stops you in your tracks.

"If you keep rubbing against me like that, this won't last very long for me. Why don't you show me something to satisfy you with before we really get started?"

"Very thoughtful of you," you say with a smile.

You get off his lap, and he watches you intently. You sit down next to him and point to the floor in front of you. He complies with the wordless request, kneeling on the floor in front of you, between your open thighs. His gaze wanders from your face to the wet flower between your thighs. He has never seen a pussy so close and real.

Crosshair's hands automatically rest on your thighs. He finally looks up at you again, expectantly. You start explaining to him where the clitoris is, what its function is, where the actual opening to your pubic is and what can be done to stimulate different spots.

Crosshair caresses the insides of your thighs, gently sliding his fingers through your folds, and smiles contentedly as he hears you sigh softly. With two fingertips, he gathers some of your arousal at your entrance and begins to gently massage your clit with it.

Your eyes fall closed, and you lay your head back in your neck.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, very good"

Curious, he adds his other hand, two fingertips playing at your entrance, first massaging the outer sensitive area. Your excitement drips over his fingers and he looks fascinated, exactly what he is doing with you.

Slowly he inserts one finger while the fingers of his other hand are still massaging your clit. He's fascinated by the way your soft, wet heat closes around his finger. It feels so tight, he wonders how his cock will fit in there.

"It's adjusting," you say as if you've read his mind, "Slide a second finger in."

He hesitates for a brief moment, but then does as he's told. Your moan makes him look up, by now his hand was all wet and the wood beneath you stained from your arousal. When you suddenly make a hoarse noise and he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, he almost pulls back, startled. But he quickly realizes that you are having a climax and continues to work you until you are trembling and twitching, begging him to stop.

He withdraws his fingers, looks at them for a brief moment, then licks your juice from his fingers. An unexpected, somewhat strange taste, but quite interesting, he thinks.

"Was that good?"

You nod and say somewhat breathlessly, "Yes, that was good, Cross. Now I can take care of you without you having to worry about whether or not it's enough for my orgasm, because basically you've already satisfied me.

"You can only do that once?"

" When it comes to women, no. It's quite possible several times. But now shut up and get back on the bench, we'll tackle that another time."

Crosshair complies again, sits down on the bench and you see the tip of his cock swollen and some precum shining on it. He can't wait to feel you.

As you climb back over his lap, he looks at you expectantly. Then he feels your hand on his shaft, in expectant tension, he holds very still. The next moment, his tip bumps your gate and as you slowly sink onto his lap, he feels the wet heat of your pussy, slowly enclosing his cock as he advances deeper and deeper into you.

He moans and his hands shoot to your rear, clawing into the soft flesh. As you sit fully on his lap and he bottoms out in you, he releases a shaky breath from his lungs. The feeling is overwhelmingly glorious. It feels perfect,

He literally clings to you as you begin to bob up and down on his lap. The feeling is so intense, new and overwhelming that he feels like he has to hold on to you to keep from being swept away by the feeling. It's fantastic but also intense in a almost scary way.

"Mesh'la," he presses out, his face pressed against your shoulder.

You feel his lap, his thighs trembling tensely beneath you. He gasps and trembles as he suddenly seems to hold his breath, you feel his cock pulsing inside you, his seed spurting into you like a fountain.

Finally he releases the air from his lungs and you pause on his lap. He is still trembling ever so slightly, the tension only slowly draining from his muscles. His arms are still wrapped around you, his fingers clawed at you. Very slowly, he loosens his grip and his embrace. He kisses your shoulder almost shyly before looking into your face.

His hair is a little messy and sweat is on his forehead.

"So?" you ask "How are you feeling?"

He grins at you, leaning back on the bench and resuming his usual posture.

"Can't complain, Kitten"

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