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Round1’s Collab Event: OG Story For Ellis Twilight

This is a fan translation, so expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate. Cybird owns everything. This story was contributed to me by moots who attended the collab event. This is only attainable for attendees, so I’m very grateful for their kind sharing. They will remain anon for privacy purposes. Please do not repost my translation on other sites. Re-blogs are appreciated. Thank you for your support!

Ftn [1] 投 "tō" - To toss/throw/counter for throws/To pitch - Each line where "delivery" is mentioned, literally translates to pitch. This was changed to the “delivery” as it is called a “legal delivery” in both the UK & US tenpin bowling guidelines.

[BANG!]

A powerful and exhilarating strike sounds out.

MC: Nice! That was perfect, Ellis!

Ellis: Hehe, that’s good.

[Smack], I meet him with a high-five.

Ellis: I got excited because you would be happy.

That gentle smile on his face doesn’t even match his powerful delivery.[1]

(I knew he was good at sports.)

Ellis: Good luck to you too.

MC: Thanks! 

There’s a split left on the lane.

(In the 10th frame, I managed to get a spare, and got a third delivery.)

Getting fired up I grabbed the ball.

Ellis: Ah, wait.

He pulled at my waist.

Ellis: Stand around here.

He escorted me and then leaned his face closer to my ear —

Ellis: From here, aim for the inside of that pin.

With a sweet and gentle voice, long breaths, and a pointed finger.

My heart fluttered as he kindly taught me. —Then. 

[Chuu], lips were on my cheek.

MC: [Gasp?!]

Ellis: Hehe, your serious look is so cute.

Ellis: I’ll wait for the frame to end to continue.

Ellis: Don’t worry. Your ball’s straight it’ll go where you want it.

MC: Y-Yeah.

I took a deep breath, took aim, and released.

MC: YAY!

I got a spare, and the third delivery was also a long-desired strike.

MC: It’s all thanks to you, Ellis!

When I returned to the bench, he greeted me with a high five.

Ellis: Well then, just look at me now.

Entangled in his thoughts, I was hidden by his hoodie amid the hustle and bustle of everyone else busy bowling—

The two of us shared a secret happiness.

KYAAA he is so cute, HELP!

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I Need You Now

Pairing: Rafayel x f!reader Tags: nsfw, mdni, established relationship, fluff and smut, pwp, oral sex, blow job, vaginal sex, Word Count: 1625 Rafayel is insatiable, and he needs you. Now. ao3 link here.

“Now. I need you now.”

The door had barely closed when Rafayel pulled you into his arms, his mouth on yours, hungry and demanding.

“Wait, Raf–” You gently pushed him back trying to gather your senses. “Let me take off–”

“Nope, now.” Rafayel panted, tugging your coat off your shoulders, his mouth hot on your neck. Your coat was soon on the floor, and his fingers were deftly undoing the buttons on your blouse all while he tongued your neck.

“I need a moment–” You protested, but Rafayel cut you off as he claimed your mouth once more in a series of deep kisses.

Your head spun between the unyielding assault of his lips and his hands slipping under your open blouse, one hand cupping your breast, the other reaching behind to undo the clasp of your bra. The hand on your breast squeezed causing you to gasp, giving Rafayel an opening to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

“Nngh,” you breathed out, especially as his fingers pinched and rolled your pert nipple, his tongue playing rough with yours. Your bra was now free, and Rafayel wasted no time, briefly removing his hands from you – to your dismay – to pull off your blouse and bra, which joined your coat in a crumpled pile on the ground.

His hand was back to teasing your breast, his other arm snaking around your waist, pulling you in so tight you couldn’t pull away. He was relentless leaving you dizzy trying to keep up with his caresses. 

The two of you stumbled back through the foyer, neither of you able to see where you were going nor stopping to turn on the light. You almost slipped on a wayward paintbrush causing you to break off the kiss to right yourself.

“Raf– bedroom–” you breathlessly murmured, clutching at his arms to keep from falling.

“No time.” Rafayel slid his hand down to the waist of your pants, undoing the button and reaching for the zipper.

“C–couch,” you mewled when his hand reached into your underwear, his middle finger brushing against your bundle of nerves, sending electricity throughout your body.

“Nope,” Rafayel rasped, his mouth now leaving angry, red bruises above your collarbone.

You exhaled sharply as his finger started tracing a circle where you were the most sensitive. Your legs turned into rubber, threatening to give out on you, weakened by the delicious jolts shooting through you, forcing you to cling to him around his neck. You slowly dropped to the floor until you were half lying on the cold tile, Rafayel still on top of you, hungrily nipping at your neck, hands grasping, stroking, pulling, pinching, doing whatever he could, wherever they would land. 

Fuck it. If Rafayel wanted you right now, at this very moment, on this very floor, you would oblige if only to turn the tables on him. This time you claimed his mouth with your own, forcing your tongue into his mouth between parted lips, intertwining it with his. Your fingers moved to his shirt, swiftly undoing the buttons until it hung open, taking the opening to run your hands over his chest to his back feeling his taut muscles ripple under your palms. For a fish who didn’t like to exercise, he was surprisingly lean and athletic. Rafayel let out a sensual moan as your hands roughly dragged across his bare skin. You could feel his need against your leg, hard, throbbing in anticipation. You stroked him through his pants, feeling his breath catch in his throat and his member twitch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, a feral, guttural sound, a sound that only furthered your excitement.

Releasing his mouth, you flipped him so that he was the one with his back to the tiled floor and you were the one on top of him, straddling him around his waist. “Is this what you wanted?”

Rafayel didn’t say a word, but the feral, cloudy haze in his eyes said everything. You trailed wet kisses along his torso while your hands undid his belt, pulling his pants off until they too were discarded to the side. While your mouth continued their descent, Rafayel lifted his hips up the bare minimum required to yank off the last piece of offending clothing on his body. He sprang free, hitting you on the chin as you were placing your lips just below his belly button. 

With a cheeky hum, you glanced up at Rafayel, the feverish need in his eyes driving you wild. Rafayel was breathing heavily, a deep flush adorning his cheeks. You felt a rush of heat at his state of arousal, his desire for you radiating off of him in thick waves. You licked your lips, slowly, seductively, your lips curling up at the delectable ragged breaths of the man beneath you. Without breaking eye contact, you lowered your mouth onto him, taking him in only by the tip. 

“Hah,” Rafayel sharply exhaled, throwing his head back, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair.

You took him in further, enveloping his shaft, swirling your tongue as you made your way down to the hilt, the tip pressing against the back of your throat. You stayed still for a moment, and without warning, you sucked hard on his full length, causing his hips to jerk, eliciting a string of grunted expletives from Rafayel. 

“Fu-u-u-ck.” An absolutely mouth-watering shudder ran through his entire body. 

You chuckled wickedly at his reaction, and digging your fingers into his thighs, you relaxed your mouth, sliding it back up to the tip where you suckled on the bulbous head before sliding down along his shaft again, sucking and releasing in an unpredictable pattern.

“Stop teasing me.” His grip on your hair tightened, pulling on your scalp, the pain only adding to your delight. 

You shook your head no with Rafayel buried deep in your mouth, the movement causing your nose to brush against his pelvis, your mouth tantalizing him into a frantic whirlwind. With a growl, Rafayel quickly pushed himself off of the floor, pulling himself out of you in the process. He grasped the waistband of your pants and underwear, practically tearing them off of you, and climbed on top of you so that your belly was on the floor, the cold tile down your front conflicting with the blistering body heat of the man above you.

“Need you– need you now,” Rafayel rasped into your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

You inhaled sharply when he entered you without any preparation, his entire length suddenly filling you to your core. He didn’t allow for you to adjust to him before he was pulling out only just enough to pound back into you again. He was hitting your cervix with such force you saw stars, each thrust driving you into the hard tile, leaving you digging your fingers into his forearms. You felt his breath on the nape of your neck with each thrust, each warm puff pushing you closer to the edge. You bit down on his bicep to stifle the heady moans spilling from your throat, each growing in volume as the pace of his pounding hastened. 

“Raf,” you cried out, unable to hold in your impassioned cries anymore, the pressure building in your body threatening to explode.

“God… you feel so… fucking… good.” Rafayel let out a trembling cry himself, holding you tighter, moving at a dizzying pace, each breath a strangled cry of ecstasy.

He bit down on the nape of your neck, lightly grazing his teeth against your skin, and you finally felt yourself burst, a shockwave of heat exploding through you, only aware of Rafayel’s touch, his breath, his presence inside you. You felt Rafayel’s pace slow, and he pulled out, the hot threads of his cum spurting onto your back. You heard him breathe heavily, a mix of breathy pants and guttural groans, and then you felt him sink onto you, ignoring the hot sticky mess that he made, embracing you from behind, planting soft kisses along your neck. 

“Satisfied?”

“Yeah.” Rafayel buried his nose in your hair, breathing in your scent, nuzzling against you. “I wanna see you.” Rafayel released you just enough so that you could wriggle onto your back before holding you tightly in his arms once again, tangling his legs with yours. 

He pressed his lips to your brows, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, and then to your lips. Sweet. Gentle. Tender. But soon his kisses grew more demanding, his lips claiming you as his once more. You felt a twitch against your thigh, only growing harder with each deepened kiss as he kissed you over and over again, each kiss stealing your breath away.

“I may need to go again,” Rafayel uttered thickly, his voice coming from deep within his throat.

Rafayel’s revived arousal pressed painfully against your leg was proof that he was more than ready for another round. You wrapped your arms around the man you loved, meeting his endless kisses with matched fervor. “Then we’ll have to go again,” you mumbled in between kisses, your statement throwing Rafayel into another insatiable frenzy of dizzying caresses.

“Rafayel?”

“Hmm?” 

“I love you.”

Rafayel paused from his ravishment of you to look at you. Your pulse quickened at how tenderly he gazed at you, his eyes full of adoration. Your heart felt as though it might burst from the love you felt for this man. He kissed you sweetly, much sweeter than the kisses that came before it. 

“I love you too.”

Feeling dazed in Rafayel’s embrace, you surrendered to his kisses, losing yourself in them – in him – for what you hoped would be for all of your remaining days.

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Clavis... Why Is My Hair Green?

Emma: Clavis… Sweetheart… Darling…

Clavis: Yes, my love?

Emma: My hair is green.

Clavis: Yes, I can see that.

Emma: Why is my hair green?

Emma: I… Did you put something in my shampoo bottle?!

Clavis: *shrugs* Maybe, maybe not.

Clavis: It is a rather lovely shade of green on you.

Emma: …

Emma: *mumbles* …You’re lucky that I love you…

Clavis: What was that, dear? I didn’t quite catch that.

Emma: *flushes*

Clavis: I love you too.

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A Lazy Sunday Morning

Pairing: Rafayel x f!reader Tags: mdni, mild smut, fluff and humor, p in v sex, sleepy sex, sleepy cuddles, sleepy kisses Word Count: 1365 It was a lovely quiet Sunday morning, the first Sunday you’d been off in weeks, god damn it, and all you wanted was to sleep in, wake up refreshed, and maybe grab a coffee with brunch, not be assaulted by your boyfriend’s half asleep libido! ao3 link here.

It was a lazy Sunday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Rafayel was pressing his morning wood against your butt from his position as big spoon. But it was no accidental position-related pressing. No, he was most definitely, not so subtly grinding it into your ass.

“Rafayel…” 

Your voice came out as a mewling whine. He had ridden you last night until two in the morning! You were still covered in the remnants of last night’s activities, still red from where he had marked you with his mouth, still raw from the multiple moments of bliss he had given you, and still sore from where he had driven into you many times… so many times. 

“Mornin’,” Rafayel’s sleepy voice mumbled into your hair.

You could tell from his heavy breathing, the way it whistled in your ear, the way his chest pushed against you slowly as he breathed in and out that he wasn’t fully awake. He pressed himself closer to you, one leg hooking over yours until they were tangled. All while he was still grinding his wood… into… your… ass.

You were exhausted and sore and sticky. Neither of you could muster the short trip to the bathroom to wash off after last night’s activities, instead falling asleep soon after in each other’s arms. It was a lovely quiet Sunday morning, the first Sunday you’d been off in weeks, god damn it, and all you wanted was to sleep in, wake up refreshed, and maybe grab a coffee with brunch, not be assaulted by your boyfriend’s half asleep libido — and my god did Rafayel have a little needy libido. The man was insatiable, trying to stick some part of him into you constantly. (Not that you’d ever admit that maybe you couldn’t get enough of him either, and that technically you did wake up refreshed just not in the way people would assume.)

And yet… you felt a pooling begin in your core, a familiar warm, wet arousal, a familiar swelling of your pussy, a familiar aching throb between your legs. You desired to enjoy your lazy Sunday morning with much needed sleep, especially after your — ahem — activities last night, but your body was betraying you, reacting to your boyfriend’s actions behind you.

He was burying his nose into your hair, deeply breathing in the smell of what was left of your shampoo. His hands were creeping up to fondle your chest, fingers lazily tugging at things he had explored thoroughly last night with his hot, pouty mouth. You wanted to protest for him to let you fucking sleep, but that was a lie— you were relishing his touch. He was driving you insane. His hot breath. His desperate hands. His firm body running along yours. His long length pressed against your ass cheek.

Rafayel stirred from behind you, little sleepy moans breaking the silence of the room, his little Rafayel growing even stiffer — was that even possible?!

“I wanna— I wanna feel you.”

The nuzzles in your hair were demanding. He moved his hips so that he was aligned with you from behind, a little sleepy hum of approval in his throat when his tip grazed along your sweet arousal. And then he slid in.

You softly gasped, a little sensual breathy, holy-ducking-shit-that-feels-so-ducking-good gasp. He slid in without much effort because you were so fucking wet, burying himself deep until he reached the hilt. Despite how many times he had been inside you the night before, he still left you feeling absolutely, deliciously stuffed. He wasn’t too big or too small, he was just right almost like his dick was made just for you. You reactively clenched around him, shivering from the anticipation of what he would do to you.

But then nothing. His normally greedy hands were still on your body. His normally desperate cock remained only buried. His labored breathing finally floated into your ears. You turned your head around to glance at him. 

“Raf?”

He didn’t respond. He had a peaceful expression on his face, an adorable little grin gracing his lips, strands of his soft purple hair falling into his closed eyes. You reached a free hand back to softly brush them out of his face.

“Are you… sleeping?”

A noncommittal grunt rumbled from within him. Your mouth dropped open. The man had fallen back asleep! You oscillated between feeling incensed at his sleepy, horny, greedy, insatiable self riling you up, rousing all the sleep that you needed away and between feeling giggly, blushy schoolgirl at how goddamn adorable he currently looked in his sleep… with his dick twitching inside you.

You pressed a chaste kiss to his eyelid. Adorable won. Adorable always won. You startled when his eyes fluttered open, gazing into you, still hazy from slumber.

“Mornin’.”

“You said that already.” You giggled at his disorientation. How was he still so cute after all this time?

“I did?”

You nodded. His lips quirked into a lazy smirk.

“You’re warm.”

“Am I?”

“…And wet.”

“…yes?” 

Your voice cracked as you blushed. There was no denying that you were very much turned on, but in your defense, there was a Rafayel inside of you and well, your boyfriend was attractive. Very… very… attractive…

“Again?”

His voice was still heavy from the lingering haze of sleep, but there was a naughty gleam in his eyes now, a wicked mischievous gleam, one that both delighted you and made you shiver.

You didn’t say anything, pouting at his teasing. God, he infuriated you, in both good and bad ways. You felt a hand trail its fingers down your side to your thigh where it lightly traced the letters of what felt to be its owner’s name, R-A-F-A-Y-E-L, so lightly you squirmed from his ticklish strokes.

“Do you want me to claim you again? Last night wasn’t enough?”

The amusement was evident in his tone. It only spurred on your excitement, but you weren’t about to let him win.

“Raf, it’s Sunday. I’m off. I want to sleep,” you whined, but your cunt decided that moment was the moment it would spasm around Rafayel’s cock betraying what you truly wanted. That little fucking mini you bitch.

Rafayel shook in laughter behind you, each laugh vibrating from his body to yours, his damn little mini Rafayel twitching inside eliciting a shiver – or two – from you. He entwined his fingers with yours, and slowly, he moved, but only just. He pulled out only about an inch or two before sliding in again.

“I’ll be gentle after last night’s… activities.” 

His whisper tickled your ear, goosebumps prickling on your skin. He gently pressed his lips along your nape, grazing his nose behind your ear. Last night he was feral, but this morning he was sweet. So deliciously sweet.

You closed your eyes feeling a quiet bliss, content at how his arms enveloped you, how warm his body felt against yours, and how full you felt — physically and emotionally. You reveled in the lazy thrusts of your partner.

Rafayel slowly pulled out, and you looked back confused as to why he stopped, but you soon understood when he carefully rolled you onto your back, positioning himself above you. He guided himself back in, sinking down until all of him was fully flush against you save for his upper chest and face.

“Wanted to see you.”

He rubbed his nose against yours, briefly resting his forehead on you before placing tender, fluttery kisses on your eyelids, your cheeks, the corners of your mouths, anywhere he fancied. He still moved inside of you, but today, it wasn’t so much about the movement, but rather the proximity. If yesterday’s ecstasy was a burning inferno, today’s was a cozy blanket.

You returned his kisses with one of your own, also tender and chaste. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck pulling him as close to you as physically possible without melting into one another.

“Is this lazy enough for you?”

You smiled, a lovely little agreeable smile. Your pussy clenched around him also in agreement, and the most delectable little groan spilled from his lips.

“Yes, I think it is.”

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FUCKING ADORABLE

Dari's big, billowy coat!

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The Many Faces of Sylus

Sylus when he’s mad, except he’s not really mad, at least not towards you, almost never towards you. He’s pouting, but he won’t ever admit that he’s pouting. But this face… this face is just for you.

Because the face he makes when he’s really mad… truly, furiously mad… the one he uses when he’s about to go scorched earth on someone… is one he would never use towards you. If anything, that face is reserved for someone who would even think about laying a hand on you.

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Ikemen Prince Masterlist

Shorts

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Silly Reaction Things

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN

What the hell am I supposed to say to that?!

CLAVIS LELOUCH

Clavis… Why Is My Hair Green?

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Miscellaneous Fanfiction Masterlist

For any writing that I do that are not my main three!

Star Wars

You and Me

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Ikemen Villains Masterlist

Shorts

JUDE JAZZA

Bite Me (light nsfw) A Promise for a Kiss

LIAM EVANS

Always

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Love and Deepspace Masterlist

Shorts

SYLUS

Mine (nsfw) The Game (nsfw)

RAFAYEL

A Fishie on a Hike A Lazy Sunday Morning (nsfw) I Need You Now (nsfw)

XAVIER

Wishing on a Shooting Star Stealing Xavier's Hoodie (nsfw)

Silly Reaction Things

SYLUS

The Many Faces of Sylus

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Emma: Gilbert, if you try to lock me away I swear to God I will fucking end you.

Gilbert: Oh? But, little rabbit, that’s exactly what I want.

Emma: …

Emma: What the hell am I supposed to say to that?!

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Needed to hear this today ❤️

I don’t know what writer needs to hear this

but you can write something very plain. 

You don’t have to write some genre-redefining masterpiece. You can write a story about two people very simply falling in love. You can just write a story about a person going to the store. You could, if you were so inclined, just re-write Star Wars but like, make all the names start with M.

Don’t let the fear of not-writing something transcendent stop you from just writing.

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Stealing Xavier's Hoodie

Pairing: Xavier x f!reader Tags: nsfw, mdni, developing relationship, fluff and smut, pwp, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, f!masturbation Word Count: 1658 You stripped to nothing, only wearing his hoodie. The inside of the sweater was softer than it was on the outside. You felt feverish from how sensual the soft fleece felt against your bare skin. ao3 link here.

You loved his hoodie, that soft, white hoodie he always wore on his days off of work so when you saw that hoodie left behind in your apartment, you knew exactly what you wanted to do with it. You brought it up to your face, inhaling his scent, a fresh cotton smell reminding you of cozy blankets and the warm, gentle sun. The fabric was soft, so soft on your skin, and you couldn’t help rubbing your face against it breathing him in. You pictured him wearing his hoodie, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, brushing your face with his nose, tickling your cheek with wisps of his hair.

A gentle stir began igniting in your core, soft at first, but growing as you grew drunker off of his intoxicating scent. Each rub of the hoodie felt electrifying against your skin, the ache in your core growing with each swipe. Soon you were dripping with need, dizzy from your desire for him. You stripped to nothing, only wearing his hoodie. The inside of the sweater was softer than it was on the outside. You felt feverish from how sensual the soft fleece felt against your bare skin. 

With a soft sigh, you dragged your fingers across your thigh, imagining that it was the gray-brown haired owner of the hoodie with his own long, slim fingers. You slid it down between yourself, feeling the slick arousal, gliding your fingers between the slit until they were covered. Your clit throbbed painfully, so sensitive you moaned when your finger brushed against it, the rush of pleasure spreading through your body. You started slow, stroking a lazy circle around your clit, stimulating the sensitive organ without touching it, but soon your pace quickened. The muscles in your hand and forearm burned as your finger shifted to touch your clit directly and kneaded it in rapid circles. You closed your eyes, your breath quickening, breaths exhaled as soft moans. You felt the pressure build in your belly, the muscles in your legs tensing, the electricity of your ecstasy swelling.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of the beeps of your code being entered and the door being opened.

“I think I left my hoodie here, have you–” the speaker froze at the sight of you on the couch wearing only an oversized hoodie, hand between your legs, face flushed with arousal.

“Xavier,” you gasped out, panting, very much aware that it was blatantly obvious what it exactly was you were doing.

“That– that’s my hoodie,” Xavier stammered.

You blushed, immediately removing your hand and pulling the clothing item in question down to cover yourself – as much of yourself as the length would allow. “Um, yeah, you– you left it here.” You cleared your throat, looking away from him after you answered, cheeks turning a furious red. When he didn’t say a word, you peeked at him, searching his face for any signs of displeasure.

Xavier simply stared at you, his mouth opening and closing rapidly, in a stupor. He shifted between you and the door, a rather cute sight if you weren’t so embarrassed at having been caught in such a compromising situation.

“Do you want it back?” you asked, breaking the silence. “I’ll go put something else on and take this off…” You trailed off, standing up from the couch.

“I want it back right now.”

“What?” You blinked rapidly at Xavier. His eyes were wide, almost as if he had surprised himself with his own statement. 

Xavier licked his lips, and after a beat, repeated with more confidence, “I want it back right now.”

Your mouth dropped open wondering if you had heard him correctly. “Immediately right now?” He nodded.

“Like right this second right now?”

He nodded again.

You hesitated, frowning at him, hands fingering the edge of his hoodie. While you were somewhat certain that there might be a spark of something between the two of you, nothing had been confirmed, and while there had been accidental glimpses of one another during battles with Wanderers due to injuries, he had never seen you so exposed before, which you would be if you were to take off his hoodie right this very moment. 

There was something dark and intense in his eyes, the intensity of which was only adding to the throb between your legs, now more painful than ever from your interrupted release. Without looking away, you grasped the edge of his hoodie pulling it over your head, shivering from the air conditioned air hitting your bare skin. Xavier swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and within a few strides, his lips came crashing down onto yours, nibbling on your bottom lip with hunger. His hands roamed your back, leaving trails of fire. You reciprocated, meeting his kisses with fervor, moaning, feeling your desire dripping down your leg. Xavier slid his tongue in between your lips, flicking at yours until they were intertwined. One hand slid down your back to grasp your ass and the other slid forward pinching your nipple. You gasped and pulled away.

Xavier stopped, removing his hands from you. “Do you want me to stop?” He peered into your eyes, concern joining the dark heat gleaming in his.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at his expression, feeling breathless at the intense need in his blue eyes. You slowly shook your head. “No.”

Xavier didn’t need any more encouragement. He brought his lips back to yours, a bit more gently this time, and picking you up, laid you down on the couch. You temporarily broke off the kiss, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Xavier was happy to oblige. He threw his shirt aside and brought himself back down to plant soft kisses along your collarbone down to your breasts. His hand cupped one while his mouth claimed another, rolling his tongue over your nipple causing your muscles to tense from the shiver that went down your spine. You trembled underneath him, his hand and tongue simultaneously stimulating your breasts and their pert peaks, leaving you disoriented.

Popping his mouth off of your chest, he pressed wet kisses down your torso. Shuddering with delight, you stroked the back of his head, running his silky hair through your fingers. Your gasps turned into moans as his mouth found your clit, gently sucking on the swollen bud. Your grip on his hair tightened, eliciting a sharp hiss from Xavier, but he kept going, ravishing your clit with his tongue. His hands gripped your upper thighs, holding them apart while you writhed under his touch, hips twitching at each stroke. Using his shoulder to hold your thigh in place, he slipped in two fingers dragging them against the inner wall slowly, his mouth still working its magic. A loud moan escaped you as he started to pump his fingers in and out slightly curled so that they would rake across your G-spot with each entrance and exit. Your hips were moving with him, your ass coming off the couch with each pump. His touch had you seeing stars, your fingers and toes curled in his hair, on the couch.

“Xavier,” you whimpered, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes at the intense pleasure you felt. “Please, I want you.” You looked down at him, his blue eyes fixed on yours, darker than before. You felt his fingers pull out and his mouth leave you.

“You sure?” 

You nodded, one hundred percent sure that you needed him in you right this very moment. Xavier brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your essence. Panting, he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers off carelessly and roughly. You gulped at the sight of his hard member, stiff and glistening with precum, your pussy clenching in anticipation.

“I want you inside me,” you whispered, trembling, reaching for his neck.

Xavier rubbed himself against you, lubricating himself in your arousal. He positioned himself, pressing the tip against your opening. He slowly pushed in, taking his time to sink further into you. You exhaled sharply when he reached the hilt, your arms around his neck and shoulders. He paused, waiting for you to adjust to him. You felt so full from his presence inside you, walls stretching to accommodate both his width and length. Your walls clenched signaling for him to start moving. Xavier grunted as your walls pulsated around him, squeezing him as he pumped in and out, massaging his shaft. He brought his lips to yours again, claiming you with intensifying passion, matching the pace of his thrusts. Xavier stroked your clit, only adding to the dizzying build, the blazing fire burning deep within your core. His movements grew frantic. He was moving so quickly, it left you no room to think, only feel. His grunts became louder, more feral, and he drove into you, his tip hitting your cervix with each deep thrust.

“Xavier,” you cried out, spasming around him, eyes rolling back into your head, reeling from the wave crashing through you.

Xavier let out a strangled groan at your release, his breathing becoming erratic. “I’m cumming,” he grunted, slamming into you until he finally burst, filling you with his warmth. He breathed heavily, chest heaving, barely supporting himself on his arms above you.

You stroked the back of his neck, feeling spent, struggling to catch your own breath. You looked up at Xavier. His body glistened from sweat. The dark intensity of his eyes had disappeared, leaving in its place a cloudy haze. You reached for his cheek hesitantly. Xavier caught your hand, bringing it to him the rest of the way, pressing his lips to your palm before nuzzling his cheek against it. He laughed. 

He leaned forward kissing you lightly, and murmured with his lips still on yours, “Maybe I should leave my hoodie behind more often.”

[missaengg]

Wishing on a Shooting Star

Pairing: Xavier x f!reader Tags: Fluff and Angst, Nostalgia, Bittersweet, Wishes, Yearning Word Count: 1007 "I have a wish now... I wish that I’m by your side, forever and always, in every lifetime, loving you." ao3 link here.

“Xavier.”

The gray-brown haired man stirred at your finger poking his cheek. “Hmm?” he hummed, blinking the sleep away from his eyes, rubbing his eyes on top of the open book he used as a pillow.

You leaned down to rest your chin against the table so that your eyes were level with one another. “Do you want to go see a meteor shower?” you asked.

“Meteor shower?” Xavier replied, his brain still hazy from the remaining tendrils of sleep that curled around him.

“Yeah, meteor shower. Apparently it comes around once every one hundred years, but this time it’s going to be visible from Linkon City.” Xavier felt the tap of your finger against his forehead. “Let’s go.”

“Meteor shower…” Xavier mumbled, mostly to himself, the sleep now gone from his eyes. He closed his eyes to prevent them from betraying the memories that flooded his mind, but to those around him, he appeared to have fallen back asleep.

“Apparently there’s a field you can sit in to watch the shower, and– Xavier, are you listening?” You poked his forehead.

His brilliant blue eyes blinked open. “I’m listening,” he said as he pushed himself upright in his chair. 

You followed suit. “If you’re not interested, we don’t have to go,” you reassured him. “I just brought it up because it only happens once every hundred years, and I thought it would be special to share something so rare with you, but–” You peered into his eyes wondering if the suggestion had upset him.

“No, let’s go,” Xavier softly interjected. He reached over and gently took your hand into his, raising it to his cheek, nuzzling into your palm. “I want to go.”

“Okay,” you beamed. “It’s supposed to take place tomorrow.” “Okay,” Xavier smiled, “it’s a date.”

The next day, you laid together on the picnic blanket you brought, heads together in the center, feet pointing in opposite directions, eyes to the sky. The sky was an expansive sea of black velvet dotted by the sprinkle of stars. The field was just far enough away that the stars were clearly visible without the interference of city lights. A comforting, light breeze blew across the field tickling your faces and teasing wisps of your hair. You weren’t touching, but you both could feel the heat radiating off of one another.

“Do you know what you’re going to wish for?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“Wish…?”

You eagerly nodded. “If you make a wish on a shooting star, it’s supposed to come true.” You turned your head brushing your nose against his ear. “What’s your wish?”

Xavier tugged at his earlobe as he contemplated your question. “Mmm.. I don’t have one,” he slowly responded.

You frowned at his answer. “How do you not have a wish? You don’t have anything you want?”

Xavier shook his head, sheepishly smiling and shrugging his shoulders, but he knew that was a lie. He did have a wish. He wished for you to be healthy and happy. He wished for you to live. Just as he did two hundred years in the future. Just as he did the last time he watched the stars fall with you. A different version of you, but still you.

You slid closer by an inch to nestle your forehead against his chin breathing in the soft cotton scent that permeated from him. Xavier pressed his lips to your temple, and your lips curled into a content smile. 

“Well, if you don’t have a wish, I’ll have to make one for you,” you murmured. “I wish Xavier will always be happy.”

Xavier’s heart lurched, a painful nostalgia spreading in his heart. He pressed his nose further into the side of your head, desperate to feel more of your warmth. “What about you? What’s your wish?” He asked the same question he did in the future,your future, his past.

“My wish…” you hummed and reached up for his hand, which he gladly gave to you. “My wish is to have more quiet moments like this with you.”

Xavier’s breath caught in his throat, and he tightened his grip on yours without realizing he was doing so. The throbbing in his heart spread to his whole chest, a mix of anguish, tenderness, and yearning. He brought your hand, interlaced with his, to him, brushing his lips across the back of your hand. “I have a wish now,” he whispered. Another wish.

You looked up at him, having barely heard what he just said. “What is it?” You felt Xavier smile against your hand.

“I wish that I’m by your side, forever and always, in every lifetime, loving you.”

You felt a warmth blossom in your heart, so strong it threatened to consume you. Tears began forming in your eyes, and you turned away from Xavier so that he wouldn’t notice if they fell. “Promise?” you asked, your voice thick and heavy giving away the tears you were attempting to hide.

Xavier propped himself up on his elbows positioning himself so that he loomed over you. His eyes were dark with emotion. You gazed into them, your own brimming with unshed tears. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips upside down. He rubbed his nose against yours. “Promise,” he murmured, his voice full of unspoken regret.

A bright flash of light streaked across the sky. “Oh,” you gasped, sitting up, almost knocking your forehead against Xavier’s. “Xavier, it’s starting.”

Xavier moved so that he was sitting behind you, nestling his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist. Together, you watched the sky light up as star after star fell illuminating the night sky. Closing your eyes, you made your wish, to have more time with the man you loved. Behind you, Xavier did the same, wishing to be by your side in every life you lived, but this time he added his unspoken wish.

He wished to find a way to let you live, both in this lifetime and the next one in his.

Note: I re-read Xavier’s anecdote, “When Shooting Stars Fall”, which inspired me to write this, especially this line: "No matter how many times it takes, no matter where you are ... I will find you." This anecdote also destroyed me. I based this on the background that Xavier is researching a way to remove the Aether core from the MC’s heart without killing her, and of course that the MC in “When Shooting Stars Fall” also passed from her disease, which devastated him. I apologize if I’ve gotten any details wrong. I haven’t had a chance to work through the Myth Card lore stories yet so I’m writing this based on details I found online and in online discussions.

[missaengg]

Be still, my depraved heart.

“Immoral Interrogation & Lewd Punishment” - Jude Jazza

IF Prison Guard Story Set Master List

MDNI. NSFW. This is a two-part story set be sure to read it in order. Translations will include heavily cropped screenshots as mentioned here. Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. Thank you, for you support! ☾.

CW: Personally, I don't feel the story warrants this, but this is an AU storyline, and some may feel certain scenarios could be considered DUB-CON or NON-CON. I did not see CWs on JP when I purchased them, but I'll add this just in case.

Part One: Immoral Interrogation

Part Two: Lewd Punishment

Dividers: @.natimiles

[missaengg]

LOVED THE SYLUS FANFIC “MINE” PLS PLS PLS MAKE IT A SERIES 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Ooh... I hadn't initially thought about this past the first initial one shot, but I'm going to have to think about how I might turn this into a series!

Will sit on this for inspiration :)

[missaengg]

The Game

Pairing: Sylus x f!reader Tags: nsfw, mdni - seriously, fluff & smut, teasing, light bondage, light orgasm control, fingering, oral sex, penetration Word Count: 1666 You already knew this was a game you’d lose. But that didn’t stop you from teasing him despite knowing the retaliation that would follow. ao3 link here

You already knew this was a game you’d lose. He was Sylus after all. But that didn’t stop you from teasing him despite knowing the retaliation that would follow. This was the game the two of you would play. He would pretend to submit, and just when he couldn’t take any more, he would break all pretenses to devour you instead.

You didn’t break eye contact as you slowly traced an ice cube down his chest starting from his collarbone. His eyes gleamed with amusement, watching you circle his nipple with the ice, oddly relaxed despite the fact his hands were tied to the headboard. 

It infuriated you. 

You followed the ice with your tongue covering the cold with your heat, and as you flicked the tip of your tongue over his small, shrunken nub, he let out a tiny hiss. Your lips curled against his skin. With a wicked glint in your eyes, you nipped him, grazing your teeth against him.

“Watch it, kitten,” he murmured.

You ignored the dangerous flash that crossed his eyes and continued to trail the ice cube down the center of his abdomen quickly following with your mouth sending shivers through his body– though he pretended not to be affected– until you reached the waistband of his black, silk boxers. Sylus gasped as your lips continued down over the fabric dragging your tongue from the tip of his swollen dick to the base as you planted wet kisses along his shaft.

You purred, delighted at his reaction, now gently sucking on his balls, hands gripping his dense, muscular thighs, looking straight into his eyes. His eyes were cloudy, blazing with desire. You knew you were close to catching his ire, but seeing him writhe from your touch and begin to lose control pleased you. With a cheeky smirk, your fingers climbed from his thighs up to the band of the only piece of clothing he currently wore. You slipped one finger at a time under the elastic until all eight fingers were hooked and slid his boxers down allowing his hard member to spring free from the confines of its fabric jail.

As you covered his sensitive tip with your mouth, you felt his breath hitch and heard the headboard clatter as his hand jerked forward in reflex to grab the back of your head. You popped your mouth off and shook your head at Sylus.

“Naughty.” You pouted at him. You weren’t done with him quite yet. You wanted– no, needed to see him begging for release.

Sylus growled and narrowed his eyes, but you didn’t pay him any mind. You dragged your fingernails up his thighs, humming as you grasped his dick by the shaft and swirled your tongue around the smooth tip, catching the drop of precum in your mouth. You lowered your mouth slowly, taking him in deeper, massaging him with your tongue. On the way up, you grazed your teeth ever so lightly against his length causing Sylus to buck against you. 

“Watch the teeth, kitten,” Sylus growled.

Keeping your mouth on Sylus, you shook your head, gripping his thighs even harder to remind him who was in charge. You locked your eyes onto his and took him in again at an agonizingly slow pace making sure you raked your teeth against him.

“God damn it,” you heard him hiss. 

You felt your arousal grow at the dangerous look in his eyes and shifted your attention back to his dick, increasing your pace, keeping it only to the tip. But within seconds, you suddenly found him popping out of your mouth and pushed onto your back.

“Sylus,” you whined.

You had wanted to have him cum at least once before he decided to free himself from his restraints.

“My turn now, sweetie,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

He brought his lips down to your neck, to the very exact area that always made you squirm. You closed your eyes and gasped as he nibbled on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck and then squeaked when he nipped your neck with his teeth.

“Sylus!” you squeaked.

You felt the rumble of his chuckle vibrating on your body. “I told you to watch the teeth.” He then soothed the pain from the bite by sucking hard against where his teeth had just been. 

You knew that it would leave a dark red mark once he was done. As he was leaving his mark, his hand made its way up your lacy negligee, roughly grabbing at the flesh on your thighs, moving up to between your legs. He slid a finger down the center over the thin piece of fabric, which was already soaked by your desire.

“I’ve barely touched you,” he purred. Deft fingers moved the fabric aside and slipped against the slick of your pussy, spreading it up to your engorged clit, where the slightest rub sent a jolt of electricity through your body. “You want me that badly, kitten?”

Sylus gave your clit a pinch, sending another jolt through your torso. He then slipped a finger inside you, arching it just so, so that it would brush against the top wall while his thumb rubbed circles above your slit. You let out a sharp gasp at the waves of pleasure rolling through you. He slipped a second finger inside. Your hands grasped at his broad back, fingernails clawing at his flesh leaving behind inflamed trails of red.

“Sylus,” you moaned, eyes closed, back arched, hips lurching against his palm in sync with his fingers.

“That’s my name,” he murmured leaving a trail of dark, red kisses against your chest.

“Sylus–” You were so close, your body ablaze, the pressure building in your core.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“Sylus.” “Again,” he growled.

“Sy–” Your eyes rolled back, the crescendo of pleasure just about to reach its peak, when Sylus stopped, pulling his hand away from you leaving your cunt feeling cold in his absence. Your eyes snapped open, confusion and disappointment flooding your eyes.

Sylus chuckled deep in his throat, sitting up on his knees, taking in the sight of you with your negligee pushed up to your waist, deep marks covering your neck and chest, and your arousal glistening on your thighs, staining the sheets. “I’m not done with you yet.” He took the hand covered in your juices and rubbed it over his erect cock, his cock twitching in response.

You looked him in the eyes. His eyes were twinkling with amusement, but also dark with desire. You spread your legs further apart. You wanted him. All of him. Sylus didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between your legs, and pressing his lips against yours, sank into you slowly until he reached the base. You let out a breathy moan into his mouth feeling full from his presence inside you and wrapped your legs around his waist pushing him in further, walls tightening around him. An erotic, guttural groan escaped him. He pulled out as much as your locked legs would allow and pushed in again, slowly at first, but building into a frenzied pace. Your hips bucked, matching his rhythm, arms wrapped around his neck. You slid a hand to the back of his head grabbing a fistful of hair, lips still on his, alternating between moaning and sucking on his tongue. Sylus broke the kiss and softly trailed his lips down to your neck, the fluttery sensation of his lips sending waves of pleasure down your back until you were too dizzy to discern up from down. Your head was blank save for the fire burning on your skin, the growing heat in your core, and the frenzied need of the man before you.

Your trembling whimpers grew into unrestrained shrieks. “Sy– I’m– I’m cum– I’m cumming,” you choked out, your muscles clenching at the apex of your release.

Sylus nuzzled his face into your neck, deep, unrestrained grunts rumbling through his chest, his own climax reaching its peak. With all your nerves on fire, you let out an impassioned cry, tightening your grip on him, clinging to him as pleasure rolled through you in waves. You barely felt Sylus bite your neck. His body tensed, shaking from shuddering breaths, his breath hot against your skin. He pulsated from inside you, releasing thick strands of cum filling you so completely, it leaked out from around him. He slumped down so that your bodies were fully flush with one another, but not so much that his weight crushed you.

You both panted against each other. Sylus removed his face from your neck and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours. You rubbed the tip of your nose against him, planting soft kisses anywhere your lips would reach without moving your head, his nose, his cheeks, the top of his mouth. He laughed, kissed you a bit more firmly and rolled over, pulling his softening self out in the process. You didn’t mind though because he immediately wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close and cradling your head against his shoulder and chest.

“So, was that what you wanted, kitten?”

You didn’t need to look at his face to know he was smugly smirking. You pouted, knowing that he knew exactly what you wanted, but always dangled it in front of you just out of reach. “No,” you grumbled sullenly, but with a hint of cheekiness. You flipped onto your stomach, still locked in his embrace so that you could look up at him. “But I’ll win next time.” You said this, but you knew you wouldn’t.

Sylus let out a hearty laugh. “I hope you do,” he said, his voice low and husky. He used his free hand to brush back the hair sticking to your face from sweat. He craned his neck to press his lips to your forehead, and murmured from against you, “I hope you do.”