#eden x reader

[maladaptiveobsession]

“That cute guy is kissing me!”

Synopsis: The reader is intoxicated, doesn’t recognize their partner, and says something along the lines of the post title. Alex, Eden, and Bailey are the focus for this post, all being gender neutral.

Contains: gn!reader, alcohol, medical sedation, noncon drugging, noncon reference

Words: 1,053

Alex:

The two of you had broken out the liquor that night, dancing and overall goofing off. It hadn’t taken long before you were wasted, barely able to hold yourself up. With a faster metabolism, Alex was only moderately drunk. Helping you to the couch, they laid you sideways just in case you couldn’t hold your dinner.

They left shortly to fetch an empty bucket and some water. Handing you the water, you sipped absentmindedly. Watching you struggle with coordination, spilling water all down your shirt, they found the sight adorable and leaned in to peck your lips.

You tilted your head so their lips only grazed your chin. “Oh… You’re really cute, but I’m not available.”

Flattered but tinged with worry, they encouraged you to explain further. “Taken?”

“Mhm! I have a partner. They’re so cute and strong—oh, and they smell really, really nice. I’m so happy we’re together.” You gushed about this mystery partner. Alex’s mood fell, stung by your words.

“Is that right...?” They mumbled rhetorically.

“Yeah. Can I tell you something?” You pause to glance around as if someone else could be listening, not waiting for their response to continue. “I stole their body wash so I could still smell them even when we’re apart.”

That was you? Wait, then that means you were talking about them. Breathing a sigh of relief, they’re reassured knowing you rejected their advances only because you thought they were an admittedly cute stranger.

“My lips are sealed.” Settling beside you, they begin to quiz you. “Why don’t you tell me about this handsome, strong, and good-smelling partner of yours?”

They couldn’t wait to tease you once you sobered up.

Eden:

The procedure had gone well; simple but necessary. Eden’s hatred of hospitals was a well-known fact, but what they hated more than that was the thought of you being in a hospital alone and too doped up to protect yourself. So, here they were, waiting by your bedside for you to wake up. They cradled your hand in their own, rubbing their hand across your knuckles.

Blearily, your eyelashes fluttered open, unfocused. They smirked ever so slightly, noticing a similarity to how you looked out right now and how you looked blissed out on their dick/strap-on.

You swiveled your head around aimlessly before your eyes connected with their own. Your mouth fell open, eyes filling with an emotion they couldn’t determine.

“Whoa… Who’s the cutie?” You looked to a nurse for answers.

Eden felt their cheeks warm, unable to stop the small smile from forming on their lips. Chuckling, they leaned in and captured your lips with their own. You really were too adorable to resist.

You stared at them in a daze, blinking cutely with those wide eyes of yours. Words seeming to have finally found you, you blurted out, “Th-the cutie kissed me!”

From behind, they heard the nurses chuckling. Suddenly aware you weren’t alone, they bowed their head to hide their reddening face. This only prompted more light-hearted laughter.

You still thought they were cute even though you didn’t recognize them? Well, they wondered how you might react once they told you they were your spouse.

Bailey:

They had been about to retire for the night when they received a call to come pick up their ward. Apparently, the drugs some guests slipped into your drink were too strong for you to handle, and they didn’t fancy fucking an unconscious orphan.

They arrived not long later, visibly disgruntled as they pushed through the throng of bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sweat as laughter echoed around the excessively lavish mansion.

When Bailey finally arrived at the room you had been cooped up in, they found you sprawled naked across the bed, looking pale and disoriented. Your skin had turned a sickly hue, making the bruises and ejaculate littering your body all that much more apparent. This wasn’t exactly the scene they had envisioned when those rich freaks approached them to purchase you for the evening.

“Who knew it would get this messy?” they muttered, peering down at your pitiful form. With a grimace, they took off their jacket to wrap you with. You jerked at the sudden contact, peering up at them with tired eyes.

“Who are you?” You mumbled, squinting beneath the harsh fluorescent light. Whatever they gave you must’ve really fucked you if you couldn’t even recognize your tormentor.

“Quit squirming. I’m taking you home,” they snapped as they scooped you into their arms and trudged out of the room. People stared as you passed, some trying to catch a feel but ultimately shrinking back under Bailey’s glare.

“For someone so cute, you’re not very nice.” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open as you nestled into their chest.

Bailey blinked, taken aback by your unexpected compliment and sudden surge of affection.

“Shut up,” they grumbled before kicking the front door open; the night air nipped at their now exposed arms.

They barked at a straggling partygoer to open the passenger side car door. As they settled you into the passenger seat of their pristine car, you took advantage of the moment. Without warning, you grabbed the front of their shirt, pulling them in close. Stunned, they felt a rush of warmth flood their cheeks as you stole a fleeting kiss.

They pulled back with a growl, the warmth of your lips sending shockwaves through their body.

“Sorry, just couldn’t help myself,” you giggled with a lopsided grin. “Your lips just looked so kissable.”

Slamming the car door shut, they stomped to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel. The drive home was quiet, marked only by the soft hum of the engine and the muffled sound of your breathing beside them. You leaned against the door, your eyelids drooping as exhaustion overtook you. Fucking great, not only was their jacket stained with cum, you were drooling all down the side of their door interior.

Bailey gripped the wheel tightly, desperately trying to shake the thoughts that clouded their mind. Your lips—how soft they had felt against theirs. They shifted in their seat, recalling the brief moment of contact, fighting against the heat creeping up their neck. “What the hell was that?” they muttered to themself, resolutely avoiding looking at you for the rest of the drive.

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day 16: thigh riding (m!eden x gn!pc)

word count: 1105

tags/warnings: thigh riding, eden is kinda mean but in a hot way, submissive reader, no genitals explicitly mentioned for reader, idk what else to put here i luv eden

Cozy nights like these were your favorites. The rain was pouring down outside, but in the safety of Eden’s cabin, fireplace crackling, snuggled up with your man, everything felt perfect. You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew it was getting late.

Deciding you could be even comfier, you pulled Eden’s hand away from his book to settle into his lap right between his legs, replacing the hand as soon as you were in the perfect position. You sighed happily and Eden chuckled in response, the rumble vibrating against your body.

“Satisfied?” He said, petting your hair. You nodded and buried your face in his chest. His heartbeat was quick, but steady. You breathed in, absorbing the smell of the soap you had made for him, the fresh outdoor scent that always lingered on him, and something else that you could only describe as Eden’s smell. This blend of scents always comforted you and reminded you that you would always be safe with the hunter by your side.

Tonight, however, the smell was serving an additional purpose. You had been away from Eden for a few days, working hard at school and getting money to pay Bailey, so you hadn’t spent the night at the cabin for a minute. This also meant that you were getting rather…pent up. And Eden’s scent triggered memories in you, memories of passionate nights you had spent together, making love all around the cabin until the early hours of the morning. 

You gazed up at the man, his face soft under the firelight, back focused on his book. That’s when your hands started wandering, touching every inch of skin you could reach, as you nuzzled your nose against his neck. Eden chuckled again, and this time, the rumble went straight to your core.

“Someone’s feeling frisky, mm?” He smiled and you looked up at him with wide eyes. But maddeningly, he went right back to his book.

“Hey,” you grumbled, nudging his hand. But Eden refused to look away from his book.

“Let me finish this chapter,” he said, which was just about the most annoying thing he could have replied with. With someone hot and young literally in his lap, how could he say no? Then he glanced up and made eye contact with you, and you noticed a glint in his eye. “Of course…you could always entertain yourself instead.”

And with one large hand, Eden pushed you so you were straddling his meaty thigh instead. You looked up and down in wonder, and Eden shrugged. “Knock yourself out.”

Was he being serious? You opened your mouth to complain, but closed it again when you realized Eden wasn’t even looking at you as he turned a page. You were, however, incredibly horny. And when you tried to shift positions, you inadvertently grinded yourself against Eden’s thigh, and let out a soft whimper in the process.

“Please,” you murmured, but if Eden was listening, he showed no signs of it. So you sighed and placed your hands on Eden’s shoulders. For his part, he wrapped one arm around your waist to help you balance, still focusing on his book. 

You started slowly humping Eden’s thigh, rubbing back and forth. And admittedly, you were so pent up and horny, that it felt really good. You could feel a wet patch forming on your pants as your arousal grew. “F-fuck,” you moaned. How pathetic was this? Literally riding Eden’s thigh because he decided his story was more important than fucking his partner.

Yes, it certainly was pathetic. But the existing dynamic between you and Eden - he the “man” of the household, and you his subservient “spouse” - meant that debasing yourself in this way was actually a little hot, though you were loath to admit it. The sort of traditional gender role thing you had, where you were forced to submit to him…okay, yeah, it was pretty hot. 

“Eden,” you whined, as you now were full-on riding Eden’s thick, beefy thigh. “Please. I want you so bad.”

He made a noncommittal noise as he turned another page. It was equally infuriating and arousing.

“Please, Eden,” your fingers were digging into his shoulders as you grinded down on his leg, trying to hit the perfect angle that would make you squeal. One more adjustment and - there it was. Your breath caught in your throat as you kept hitting that sweet spot. “I need you to fuck me. I wanna feel your fat cock inside of me, instead of your thigh.”

He still didn’t answer, though you were pretty sure the tips of his ears were turning pink.

You needed to do something more. You pressed your face to Eden’s neck, tracing his jugular with your tongue. You thought you heard a sharp intake of breath from him. But he was as stoic as ever. You moved your lips up to nibble on his ear, and then back down to his throat, pressing soft, wet kisses along the way, hips moving as fast as ever.

“Eden, I need you. I’ve been so lonely without you. Won’t you let me feel good?” You were practically begging at this point. Still no response, but his arm around your waist felt tighter, and the hand holding the book was trembling slightly. And when you looked down, there was a fat bulge in his pants. 

“Oh, god,” you moaned at just the sight of his clothed erection. “I need you inside of me. Please, Eden! Please.”

You were rocking back and forth on his thigh, and you were so close to orgasm. You were too far gone to feel shame at this point. “Eden, p-please,” you sobbed. “I-I’m gonna cum.”

A low growl came from Eden’s throat, and while he didn’t set his book down, he looked you directly in the eye. “Cum for me,” he said simply.

You let go, crying out as you came, rather pathetically, in your pants, soaking your crotch and leaking onto Eden’s thigh. Neatly, Eden set his book down and steadied your waist with his big hands, bringing your still-thrusting hips to a stop.

“T-that was mean,” you muttered, looking away. “I missed you so bad and that’s how you treat me when I come back…”

Eden snorted and brushed away a tendril of hair from your face. His eyes sparkled in the light and he gazed at you adoringly. “Well, maybe next time, you won’t leave me for so long.”

You blushed. He had you there. “Okay…” you mumbled shyly.

Suddenly, you were flipped onto your back, Eden looming above you like a predator. 

“Now, let me clean you up.”

[woundedoves]

11 prompt with male/gn Eden from DoL and gn reader, please? 🥺🥺

M!Eden x Bottom GN!Reader + Clothed Sex

a/n: anon omfg idk if a divine being just didnt want me to publish this but while i was writing this someone logged into my e mail from a game i didnt even know i played??? fuckin call of duty??? like??? i had to do so much just to delete that damn account and unlink it and then had to change so many passwords and THEN i almost forgot to save this and had a mini heart attack but… we up

warnings: rough sex… its eden so ofc

You feel him growl against your neck as he pounds his fat cock into your ass with as much force as he can muster, the sounds he’s making sounds animalistic compared to your own weak whimpers as he completely fucks you like a fucktoy. He didn’t even wait for you to undress when he burst through the door after a hunt. Instead hoisting you from your arms, ripping your jeans off of your body and fucking into you like an animal in heat.

Even his own pants aren’t completely off. He only unzipped to take his cock out. You whine pathetically as you feel your insides burn from his cock’s assault, his cockhead abusing your sweet spot so much that there’s no pleasure left in it anymore. You only notice you’ve been crying when his calloused hands grip your chin and he bites your cheek, licking the mark and your tears afterwards.

You shiver as the metal on his belt digs into your sore ass when he stops thrusting and starts to just lower you onto his cock to take all of him. The rough texture of his jeans burn against your skin, making you groan. You hear him breath harshly as his cock starts to throb against your abused sweet spot, your arms are limp as is the case for your whole body while you let yourself drown in the harsh pounding he’s giving you.

You hear him growl again as your whole body stills when he slams your ass onto his dick and pumps you full of his load, not pulling out until his cock stops its spasms. Your hole quivers as your sex throbs painfully when you cum at the same time, trying to steady your breath as you feel his cum leak out of your ass, onto his cock and slowly onto his clothes.

You just know he’s not gonna wash that.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Paradise Lost

Pairing: Eden x reader

Description: You weren't gonna give Bailey any of your hard earned money, not this week. Thinking you'll fare better in the woods than town this time of night, you head there. Your plan was to stay in the caves by the lake, and figure out a better situation in the morning. You don't make it that far.

Rating: Not sfw

Content Warning: fem reader with fem parts, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Guns, chasing, kidnapping, restraints, dub con/non con, first time, yandere , predator/prey, a disgusting amount of pet names honestly, as always ask to tag

Word Count: 5282

Notes: I wanted to get this out by Halloween, obviously that didn't happen. I've had this idea for a while and the draft since *checks* August 2023, apparently. It's not even the oldest one I just live like this! Eden may seem ooc but I was having a lot of fun so I just ran with it.

Bailey was out of his fucking mind if he thought he was gonna get any of your hard earned cash. You work your ass off every day, foraging in the woods and growing anything in that pitiful little garden by the orphanage, and he thinks he can just take your money now? As if. You wouldn’t let that happen.

Today was the promised day for the money. You couldn’t even remember how much it was, only that it was too much and you wouldn’t let him bully you into complacency. However… that did leave you out, alone, as darkness was slowly closing over the town. You didn’t exactly have a place to crash, either, so as you slowly walk down Domus street you try to consider your options.

You could walk down to the hospital and stay in the waiting room? They might shoo you out if you were caught sleeping though… Maybe you could try calling Sydney? But he was probably still at the church… and it wouldn’t be right to bother him. He probably wouldn’t have the heart to say no. You could break into the massage parlor and rest there as long you were out before they opened. But you had been hoping to pick up some shifts in the future, so that probably wasn’t the best idea…

Where did that leave you, though? Even if the summer air was balmy and warm, there wasn’t a chance in hell you were waiting on the streets tonight. And there wasn’t much you could do with your time and you weren’t quite scared enough yet to hit up the strip club for work. All that was left for you were the woods that had already given you so much. You fancied yourself better in a fight versus a wolf than another person anyways.

So with mind made up and confidence in your step, you head from Domus street into the woods, passing by Gwylyn’s shop and further into the welcoming trees. You always did feel more at home here anyways. You can’t help but smile as you pass by some of your favorite foraging spots and there’s a part of you that kind of wants to do a little now but you push that aside.

In the forest proper there wasn’t that many fantastic spots to rest. But then you recall the set of caves by the lake. Hopefully this late at night your schoolmates were done messing around out there. Plus, you knew a shortcut there to! It would be no problem, especially since you don’t have school tomorrow. So with new hop in your step, you begin to move that way, unbothered by the new darkness around you as the forest seems to come alive.

The sounds of insects and birds comforts you, even when you can hear the occasional wolf call in the distance. You’re already close to the lake when you pause in your step. You can hear rustling ahead, so you duck down to see… a foxboy, looking to and fro as he digs up some bird eggs. You don’t fancy yourself as someone super sneaky but you can’t help yourself, carefully sneaking forward; eyes not on the precious bird eggs but his fluffy tail. You never wanted to pet a tail more than this one…!

The foxboys ears perk up at a sound, and you stiffen. You were so close! But as he quickly turns his gaze to you, he frowns and speaks. “Trying to catch me off guard and steal?”

“N-no!” You sputter, surprised he’s even bothering to speak to you when he easily could have taken his goods and ran. “I um… you looked very soft, I was sneaking to see if I could manage to pet you a little…” You admit sheepishly to him. The foxboy changes in demeanor, turning to you with a grin.

“So you just wanted to get close to me?” You don’t like how you can see the glint of his fangs when he grins. You try to back up away but with you still crouching, the fox is able to leap on you and pin your prone form to the forest floor. “You should have just said so human, I’m unmated…” He murmurs leaning in close to you. Panic starts to seize you as you struggle in his grip.

“Not what I meant! Let me go please please…!” You try to raise your knees to shove him off you but this foxboy is stronger than you anticipated. Your every move seems futile as the foxboy quickly works to take off your clothing. You can’t help the scream you let out, desperation passing by your lips. You’re too far out for Gwylyn to hear you, though. No one could save you from this…

The foxboy digs his nails into your soft skin as he rips away your pants. You close your eyes as tears start to prick at them from the pain. You take a deep, shuddering breath to stop yourself from crying before a thundering nose rings out, blinding the dark forest a moment and clearing your running thoughts for a long moment.

As everything seems to settle, you realize it’s the unmistakable noise of a gun shot, and it has the foxboy skittering off faster than you can even open your eyes. You’re shaking, struggling to sit up and pull up your pants at the same time. In the dying light, you can make out the vague figure of a person, shotgun still smoking in their hands.

For a moment, neither of you speak. You aren’t sure if you should thank them, or start running yourself. The air is thick and uncertain, and you swallow lump forming in your throat as you look up at the person who saved you. Would they prove to be an actual savior, or just as bad as the beast before them?

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out in the woods so late at night?” His voice is low, gruff. Even as he lowers his weapon, there’s an undeniable edge to him. Something that demands to be respected.

“Trying to stay out of trouble,” You start, eyeing his dark figure carefully. Thankfully, your pants aren’t entirely destroyed and you’re able to wear them properly, to stand tall and wary in front of your new company. “What has you saving strange girls in the middle of the woods so late?” You ask back, dusting forest debris off yourself. Trying to stay calm, casual. Hoping for the best in him.

“Was hoping to do some hunting tonight.” You don’t like the way he smirks, the way he shifts his weight from one leg to another and cracks his knuckles in his hands. “Think I’ve found the best prey these woods have to offer, anyhow.” Your throat seizes as he says this. You don’t think-- can’t think you just move.

But where is there to run? Your wellies hold up under thundering footfall but you can hear him behind you, hear him laughing as he follows suit. You can’t help but wonder if he would follow you towards town. Or if it would even be safe? There’s so much to consider, so much to avoid, the world around you quickly growing darker and darker in betrayal.

You’re coming across the river, you can hear the rushing water promising you freedom just ahead. If you could swim across, hell even jump in and just let the water take you, you’re sure your pursuer wouldn’t follow. You just had to push a little further, want it a little more, to run, run, run!

That is, until, you feel his weight crashing into you, feel your body crumple under his as he grabs you from behind. The sound of rushing water is so distant now, behind the sound of your own running blood, of your labored breathing and drumming heartbeat.

“Aren’t you smart,” He coos, grunting as you try to wriggle out from under him. But he’s stronger than you, happy to pin you down in the dirt and whisper his victories in your ear. “Trying to lose me in the river, eh? If only you were a little faster…” He tuts softly. Gods, even through your clothing, he could feel how warm you were. How soft. A prize well worth the chase, no matter how short the hunt was.

“Pl, please.” It’s difficult to cough up the word, not when he’s still leaning down on you, applying pressure directly on your overworked lungs. “I, I just…!” Oh goodness, were you crying? “I, I never… I haven’t…!” You can’t even finish your sentence, hiccups threatening your words until a sob racks your body and cuts you off entirely.

“Oh darling,” He almost pities you, but the rush of blood that went straight to his dick makes it hard to think. “Saving yourself for me?” He can’t help but growl as he leans in closer to your neck, taking a moment to truly take all of you in. He had been looking for someone like you. Someone soft and sweet and innocent, someone he could make into his perfect partner. Someone who didn’t know how to fight back.

“...S’pose least I can do is make it special. We’re close to home as it is.” You feel your stomach drop as you hear a belt being undone. You can’t help but close your eyes and whimper, expecting to feel the heat of his body that much closer to you. Instead, you feel warm leather wrap around your wrists and gasp out as you’re unceremoniously lifted and tossed over his shoulders.

Held over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, you have to give your mind a moment to catch up. You could see his shotgun bouncing along his back as he walked, unbothered by your weight. You could feel the ache beginning to start in your shoulders and elbows, forced at an awkward angle where your arms are tied behind your back. You feel your lungs start to settle into normalcy as you can finally breathe again. When you find your voice again, you can only ask “...Home?” The word feels hollow on your tongue. You don’t even know if you have it in you to fight back against him. It all felt inevitable at this point.

“Your new home.” He corrects with a smile to his tone. “Our home now, I reckon.” You decide to continue on in blissful silence as you he takes you farther into the dark of the forest. Not much time seems to have passed as the forest begins to clear out. As he moves forward, you can see dark shapes that aren’t trees or bushes, nothing you can make out now. Your not left long to wonder as you’re brought indoors, and placed down roughly on a bed.

The cabin is well lit, but sparely decorated. You can’t hardly take it in before your yanked closer to the man. Holding you by your bound wrists in one hand, he places another binding on you with his other; a collar, complete with a leash, that he wastes no time wrapping around the wrought iron frame of the bed. You were truly trapped and at his whim now. When he finally speaks again, it seems to spark you out of your stupor. When had you begun to cry so much? You could hardly see his face through the blur of them.

“I’m gonna release your hands now.” The look on his face is stern. There’s a deep crease between the lines of his eyes, and you don’t know if this man has ever worn something other than a frown on his face. “If you’re a good girl for me, this can be nice for both of us.” He places his large, calloused hands over the tie on your wrists. “Can you be a good girl?” His whisper might have meant to been seductive or calming, but it sounded grating in your ears. His deep tone promised nothing good for you.

“I’ll... be a good girl for you.” You dare not raise your voice above a whisper; you don’t move as you see him grin slightly, see a flush come to his face. You don’t even move as one of his hands comes to cup your cheek, wiping away stray tears.

“Good girls get to feel good.” He slowly unbinds the worn leather belt. He’s watching you closely, but you still don’t move, even as your wrists are freed. He looks you over as the belt is tossed aside. “Why don’t you lay down for me, sweetheart?” His pet names make you feel sick. He rubs your sore wrists, even as you move roboticly into place on the bed for him. His hands pet along your soft body, ogling you through your torn shirt and moving to look you in the eyes again. “You really are a sight for sore eyes.” he sighs, so content. You wonder if you’re the first person he’s shared this bed with. Wonder if you’ll be the last.

“Why are you doing this?” Your words seem to surprise him. They surprised you too; he was already getting ready to tear your shirt the rest of the way off your body, but your words stop his movement. “Y-you don’t have to. I-I can still be good for you, but we can… we can…” Your words die down as you take in the darkening look on his face. One last, pathetic attempt for mercy. One that is quickly quashed.

“Oh, darling.” He looks at you; looks at you all soft and sweet, and at his mercy. “You’re gonna be good for me, or you’re gonna see what happens to bad girls.” He frowns at you, as if it were obvious. “And don’t you want me to be good to you for your first time?” He looks at you expectantly, an eyebrow raised. You blink once, confused. But soon you realize; he wants you to play along. You could be pathetic, you could be weak and scared. All the more excuse to comfort and coddle you; you had to play your part right, or he would play his wrong too.

“P-please be nice to me. I’ll be good, I promise.” He likes it when you beg. He likes it when tears spring to your eyes and you go all soft and pathetic for him. Wanted to be the predator to your prey. “Just don’t hurt me.” Wanted to be the one to protect you, too. The best of both worlds, it seemed.

“And I won’t, honey.” He coos, leaning in close to your face. “Just as long as you take everything I give to you.” You find yourself nodding, too scared to speak when he’s nose to nose with you. At that, he smiles; it’s ill fitting on his face. He looks too calm, too serene.

Its worse, perhaps, that he wants to talk you through it. “I gotta get you out of these ruined clothes now, baby.” He’s starting to breath heavy, eyes growing darker with desire. You can only nod and watch as he uses his brute strength to rip open your shirt, tossing it to the side. Your bra is thankfully, treated much more gently, slid from your body until your breasts are bared open to the hungry gaze of the man before you.

He takes his time admiring them. His touch is soft, almost reverent. Far too gentle for what this is; the pads of his rough fingers catch on your soft skin, but it doesn’t stop him. Doesn’t keep him from palming your flesh, and watching with wide, breathless gaze as your nipples harden under him. “You’re such a treat.” You think you might just be, from the way he’s all but drooling over you.

Perhaps you were made to be consumed.

And God, does he ever savor; his touch moves south, ever slow. You wish he would get it over with. Wish he wasn’t so careful, that he would take what he had obviously won already. But he doesn’t; he traces formless designs along the soft dip and curves of your body, reaching the hem of your barely together pants. He lets out a heavy breath through his nose, catching your eyes. “You’re lucky I got to you in time. Gonna treat you so much better than that beast could have.” Would he, though?

The foxboy would have had the decency to make it quick. Would leave you alone after abusing you. Wouldn’t force you to look at him through it all. He wouldn’t pull down your pants with such reverence, with some sort of sick look of love in his gaze.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” His voice had taken on a husky tone, gravel and desire taking up space in his throat as he sees the dark spot on your panties. “And look at you, already bein’ good for me and getting nice and wet.” He pets your pussy, running his fingers over the soft cotton, taking in the shiver that passes through your body. He has his eyes on his prize now, though, and with it so close he can’t help but move fast, tearing your panties off you in one quick motion.

Laying before him, wide eyed, naked, and so, so afraid, you finally find it in you to speak again. “W-what’s your name?” It’s stupid. You shouldn’t care. You should be finding a place far away in your mind to hide while you let this happen. But you can’t run from this. Can’t run from his thumb rubbing circles on the top of your thigh, can’t hide from the drumming of his fingers on your hips. If he’s going to do this to you, if he’s going to keep you here and do so much more… You deserve that much.

“Eden.” Its entirely out of place-- for here, for him. If this was anything, it was paradise lost.

Eden is much quicker in removing his own clothing. A small mercy, perhaps; you felt suffocated in the anticipation of it all. But all too soon, the both of you were naked; Eden, hard and wanting over you, small and trembling.

“Shh, darling. I know…” He coos, scooting in close to you to pull you in a kiss. Its wrong; soft, wanting. Why does he bother with the theatrics? Why won’t he just take what he wants from you, and get it over with? Instead, he goes so achingly slow; tender touches that drive heat down where his fingers lay. His kiss is so full of longing your teeth ache from the feeling of it. “I’ll take such good care of you.” He pulls your legs apart, pushing his knees between them. The starting of a home between your very ribs.

“Protect you,” His fingers glide over your bare cunt, barely there. Were you with a man, or a ghost? What had happened to the bravado of the strong hunter that caught you? “Provide for you…” He teases your entrance with two fingers, collecting your arousal and swirling oh so gently. “Let me take care of you.” Again, he leans in to kiss you.

This time, you kiss back. It can’t have been good; your eyes are closed, screwed tight so you don’t see that love struck awe on his face and you can still feel yourself trembling, trying to move your lips against his in a way you think might please him. You have to be good for him. You have to.

“You are taking care of me,” Your voice is still soft, so afraid to speak up when you can feel him knuckle deep in you, fingering you in a careful, controlled way.

“Then relax for me,” he laughs softly, eyes moving from your face two the way your pussy clenches to his fingers. “You’re so tight, baby. You gotta relax if you want it to feel good.” He coos, those rough pads of his fingers rubbing at your g spot and having your gasping.

“I-I just…” You take a deep, fortifying breath. In. Out. In. Out. Could you manage to relax? You open your eyes to look at him, but he has the same look on his face. Obsessive, full of desire and something you can’t quite read.

“I got ya, pretty girl. You’re okay with me.” An airy chuckle leaves him as he looks to your face. “You can relax with me.” He promises. You try to. You really, really do.

You close your eyes and just try to focus on the feeling of it; lazy movements of his fingers, in and out of you. His big, warm, hand, resting on your thigh, sneaking over to your pussy to brush against your clit. It sends a jolt through you, has you gasping and clenching on his fingers and opening your eyes to look at him.

“That feel good?” He laughs, the sound almost cruel. You nod slightly, unsure if you even wanted it to feel good. You just wanted it to be over with.

“Use your words, sweet girl. You gotta tell me when it feels good.” You can’t help but whimper when he pumps his fingers and rubs your clit in tandem. You keen and chase the friction by bucking your hips, but he suddenly stops. “Told you, good girls speak when spoken too.” His warning is light, mirthful. It was a game right now but that could very quickly change. You swallow thickly.

“M-more, please.” You look up with big, wet eyes. He smiles, pleased with your quick compliance, and continues at the same pace as before. “Faster, Eden.” Your hands had remained glued to your side most this entire time, but now you’re tempted to grab his wrist, to grind against him for some sort of relief.

“That’s a good girl.” His voice is a growl, the tone deep with his desire. You feel him scissor inside you, pushing his long fingers in and thrusting quickly. You just had to focus on that motion. Focus on the electric feeling welling up inside you and chase it. Grind against the delicious feeling of his deft fingers rubbing your clit and just let go--

“I think you’re good and ready now.” It’s a near full system shock as he retreats his hands from you. You hear yourself whine loudly, before sensations come back to you and you open your eyes. Eden has a shit eating grin, even as he brings his fingers up to his mouth to taste of you. As you take deep breaths you dare a look between his legs. His fingers were nothing like what he was packing between his legs-- it was too big. He was too big.

Towering above you, as he traps you between his wide knees. He pushes your legs open wide, wider to accommodate him. “Relax just like I told ya too honey. It’ll be okay.” He reaches to grab your hand and you might had puked if you weren’t so scared. He wanted it to be romantic in every sense of the word, fitting his big fingers through yours with one hand, and holding his cock in the other. “It’s gonna feel a little uncomfortable at first, and I know you don’t like talkin much,” he chuckles, his head flush with your entrance. He looks into your eyes, making sure you hear him. “but you gotta tell me your okay, or if I need to stop.”

Why did it have to be him? Someone so accommodating. You might have had a shred of dignity left to argue with him (to fight back) if he had been mean. If he had hurt you, if he had just taken you by the river like the beast he was trying so hard not to be. But it had to be special. You, had to be special.

“Okay.” You know he won’t move until you tell him too. Perhaps he could hear how fast your heart was beating, or maybe see how your chest was rising and falling in your labored breathing. “Y-you can put it in.” Stupid girl who couldn’t even speak without stuttering. Of course he was going to treat you like a doll.

Somehow, he finds it in him to go slow; he sinks into your welcoming heat with a loud hiss. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.” You don’t how far in he is, don’t dare to look as you seize up and scrunch your face. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it might but it was still uncomfortable. “Oh baby, you gotta relax.” He laughs as he sees your face. He squeezes the hand he holds again, his free one now coming up to cup your cheeks. “Let me see your eyes, pretty girl.” Like the obedient thing you are, you open them.

“Feels weird,… Eden.” You shift uncomfortably under him. Its not enough to deter him, nothing would be at this point, but it does soften him. He likes it when you call him by his name. Must make him feel closer than the two of you really are.

“I know baby, it’ll feel good soon though. D’you feel like you could take more?” He lets out a heavy breath through his nose. How much he was holding back for you, you couldn’t be certain. You bite your lip, and decide it would be better to get it over with.

“Slow, please.” You had never felt so small as you do now. But as he pushes more of his length into you, you both gasp. You grasp on to his forearm, clench his hand as he pushes. You don’t tell him to stop.

It’s uncomfortable, the feeling of being so full. He must have bottomed out, from the way he’s panting heavy and looking down at you with half lidded eyes. “Honey baby,” You open your eyes again, looking into his. “You feel like heaven, pretty girl. Please, tell me to move.” He grunts out the words, looking for any sign from you.

“I still need, need a second.” You take a deep breath, whimpering as you shift a little. He hisses again, gripping your hip tight a moment before lessening his grip.

“Let me make it better, baby.” He’s quick to move his hand from your hip back over to your clit, rubbing small, quick, circles on it. The sudden friction has you gasping and involuntarily clenching around him, the both of you groaning at the sudden feeling. “Shh, I know honey.”

“S-slow, please. Slow down.” You keen and stress again, until Eden slows his movements, circling your poor clit with more deliberate movements. At this you take a deep breath, and close your eyes.

“Aww, my poor girl.” He coos, watching you. “I think you’re ready, aren’t you?” God, he sounds desperate. He probably is. Even if you aren’t quite ready, Eden was pretending to give you the choice.

“O...okay,” You grip the bed, taking a big intake of breath as he starts to pull out of you. Slowly, until just his head sits you than back in. You just had to focus on the sensation; of his fingers, starting to pick up pace on your clit. Of his cock, dragging against your pussy in a way that’s not entirely unpleasant. You just couldn’t look at him. At the way he held you like someone precious, how his eyes held such tenderness and concern and desire.

“Look at me, darling. Need to see you’re okay.” He pants and you unscrunch your face. When had you gotten all wound up? “Oh there’s my pretty girl.” He grins and laughs softly when you look to him. He’s picked up the pace, hand leaving your clit to hold your hip in place as he finally takes his prize. “So wet for me, so good.”

He’s starting to lose himself, like the beast he is. Thoughts of gentleness are all but abandoned as he takes and takes from you. You can’t help the soft noises and moans you make; if you were good, this would be over soon. He would take what he wanted from you and it would be over.

Until the next time, of course.

“E-Eden, I’m close.” You had been focusing so hard on that little bundle of feel good in you, you failed to realize just how brutal Eden had gotten. Slamming into your hips, bullying his cock into your virgin hole again and again. Struggling to maintain his pace, eager to feel you.

“Me too darlin’, it’s okay. You can cum when ever you want.” He was out of breath, leaning over you and looking down at you before devouring your lips. This time, he is consuming; he steals your lips, your breath, your very thoughts with the want and hunger in his kiss.

You gasp in surprise as your orgasm hits you, moaning into Eden’s mouth and clenching your legs around his waist. At this, he groans, barely pulling from your lips to stutter his hips once, twice, into your welcoming heat and cumming into your poor pussy.

You want to stay in that blissful moment. You grind against his spent cock, eager to chase the little after waves and hide from the upcoming moment. But Eden merely lets out a soft groan, pulling from you slowly and carefully, to your chagrin.

“Shh baby, there’ll be more to come.” He chuckles at your little whine. You come back to yourself, breathing heavy and looking up at him with big, wide eyes. You were covered in a cold sweat, could feel his cum in you and cooling on your inner thighs.

God, that really happened. He was still there, looking at you. You could feel the weight of the collar around your next, his eyes watching you. You were stuck here with Eden. You didn’t even have it in you to question him as he settles down into the bed next to you, happily pulling you into his arms. He seems to tire quick, sighing in content as he wraps his arms around your waist, and rests his chin in the gap between your head and shoulder.

“You’re gonna like it here, promise.” He seems to grow softer before rest. “Just have to get you use to life out here. It’ll be rough-- but we’ve got each other.” You close your eyes and try to ignore him. Rest would be your respite-- tomorrow, you could face this growing problem.

Tomorrow, you would face the trauma of being kidnapped. Tomorrow, you would deal with the consequences of losing your virginity. Tomorrow, you would see Eden’s face in the light of day and you wouldn’t even be able to hate him. Yes, tomorrow, it would be so much worse.

But tonight, you are tired. Tonight, you can pretend he’s someone you love. Tonight, it was all okay. Because you were good, you were sweet and cute and pathetic and everything he liked. And if you could continue to be just that, you would find a way out of this fine mess.

“Oh, and darling?” He hums the words in your ear, as close to a whisper as his gruff voice can make. “Don’t think I ever got your name…”

You pretend you’ve fallen asleep. Perhaps the only thing worse than his deep voice calling you those pet names, would be him calling your name as he looks at you with that lovesick gaze. No, you are already asleep; Eden sighs but doesn’t try to wake you. He readjusts against you once, and than mutters.

“Guess I’ll see in the morning…”

[seangelfish]

A/N: A text-fic reuploaded from my old blog (if anyone remembers). This has just been formatted differently, but the texts are the same. The add-ons are the short fics underneath each text(s). I thought it would be interesting to write the aftermath of these break up prank texts!

PRANKING THEM WITH A BREAK UP TEXT (EDEN)

Featured characters: Nagisa Ran, Ibara Saegusa, Hiyori Tomoe, Jun Sazanami

Tags: (Mild) angst to fluff, textfic to fic, established relationships

Word count: 1,502

Prompt/synopsis: Pranking the Eden members with a break up text (with aftermath)!

➽ NAGISA RAN

When the two of you were at the museum, the atmosphere was a little too tight. Nagisa kept lagging behind, although at first you thought he was just taking his time admiring all the art pieces. Was he perhaps still upset over your prank? He was smiling at you softly when he picked you up from your house, but now that the two of you were alone together, you finally realised the tension that little prank of yours had made.

"Nagisa," you said gently, taking his hand in yours. "I'm sorry..."

He was silent for a moment before responding with, "You've apologised countless of times already, (Y/N)... I forgive you."

"...But you're still upset, right? I could tell... You haven't looked at me once."

And you were right. He didn't look at you at all. His eyes were glued at the paintings on the wall as he avoided your gaze.

"You can read me well," he said softly. "That's one of the reasons why I love you, (Y/N)... So, when you sent me that text, I felt like my world shattered."

He squeezed your hand.

"We've been together for a while now, and I can't see myself with anybody but you." He turned to look at you. "(Y/N), if you're ever unhappy in our relationship, I would like you to tell me. I am willing to do anything it takes for us to work out until the very end."

Your eyes stung. He was finally looking at you again. Nagisa was concerned with your reaction, so he lifted your hand up to his lips as he kissed your palm.

"I'm sorry..." you quavered. "I love being with you, Nagisa. You're the one I'll ever love... You've been nothing but good to me... I'm sorry for playing that prank on you. I should've thought about your feelings before I did it."

He didn't care about that anymore. All he wanted was to see you smile. He hugged you carefully and your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his waist.

"(Y/N), I love you. Let's spend the rest of the day smiling, okay?"

Now that the tension was lifted, the two of you resumed your visit at the museum hand in hand. Nagisa would tell you his thoughts on some of the paintings, but out of all the art pieces in the museum, Nagisa thought you were the prettiest.

➽ IBARA SAEGUSA

Ibara wasn't mad at you for pulling that prank on him, but it did seem like he was kind of irked about it. Still, he baked you your favourite cake when he arrived home. He even bought you your favourite juice to have with the cake.

"Wow, Ibara, this is beautiful!" you commented, eyeing the cake he had just baked. "Thank you so much! Let's eat it together!"

You hugged him tight and he hugged you back automatically, but for some reason, it felt forced. When you let him go, he smiled at you sadly.

"I knew it was a prank," he began. "But are you sure you're happy in this relationship?"

That caught you off-guard. "O-Of course I am!" you stuttered, confused at the question at hand. "Ibara, I didn't play that prank on you because I was second-guessing our relationship... It was just a stupid prank, I'm sorry."

He didn't seem so sure. When you tried to hold his hands for reassurance, he didn't seem so keen to hold yours in return. His arms felt limp too as if he didn't want you to hold his hands to begin with.

"I mean..." he began. "You wouldn't pull that prank on me unless you were feeling off about us..."

"No, Ibara–"

"(Y/N), I truly do love you. Life is worth living for you. I won't bear it if we ever broke up," he confessed. "If you ever have any concerns about what I'm doing or not have been doing in our relationship, please tell me, okay? I'd like to improve. All I want is for you to be happy − for us to be happy together."

His words were so genuine that it made you tear up. It was not every day that Ibara would confess his words like this. He was so vulnerable right now compared to the replies he sent you through text. It was just a harmless prank to you, but to Ibara, it was more than that.

"I am being serious when I tell you this, Ibara, but I am truly happy in our relationship," you stated. "Despite your packed schedule, you've always made time for me, you were always so attentive and loving too. I never want to let you go."

He smiled at this. Bringing you back into his loving embrace as he stroked your hair between his fingertips. "Hahaha, alright! Enough talking about this. I want to spend the day with my lover on a happier note!" he announced, going back to his usual loud self.

➽ HIYORI TOMOE

Hiyori pinched your cheek playfully, but you could feel the anger in his action.

"You were so funny today, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed joyfully.

Oh, he was mad. Hiyori picked you up at 3 o'clock so that the two of you could visit the new bakery. He was hoping to spend the day with you, eating the desserts the establishment had to offer, but when you sent him that text, his whole mood shifted.

The tension he created lingered in the air despite the bakery's cosy atmosphere and your boyfriend's smile on his face.

"Hiyori... I'm sorry for playing that 'prank' on you..." you said carefully so that the ticking time bomb in him wouldn't explode. "Are you... No, you must be mad at me... I'm sorry."

His annoyance dissipated once he saw how remorseful you looked. He sighed as he took your hand to plant a soft kiss.

"It hurt, (Y/N)..." he admitted, looking at you sadly even if he was smiling right now. "I was so sure that I did everything right in this relationship. I was hoping that I didn't annoy you or something. I was even thinking that maybe you hated the way I clung onto you... but that's only because I love you so much...!"

He continued, "I honestly did not know what to say when you sent me that message. I tried to play it off, but my heart ached when I sent those replies. I'm glad it was a prank, but it just wasn't funny–"

"I know and I'm sorry!" you cried. The love he had for you was beautiful and genuine. You felt incredibly guilty for even trying to play that prank on him. "Hiyori, I'm sorry. I love you so much... I never want you to change the way you love me either..."

He smiled, genuinely this time. "Okay, okay, I forgive you~" he began. "Let's eat our pastries now!"

You nodded, but before you could pick up one of the tarts, Hiyori said, "Just so you know... you're the best I'll ever have too."

➽ JUN SAZANAMI

But he met up with you anyway. He ran over to the entrance of Reimei, only slowing down once he saw you waving at him so happily. The audacity that you have, to be so happy like this when he was just crying in front of his lockers.

"Jun!" you exclaimed, spreading your arms out for him.

He sucked it up though. He accepted your invitation and brought you into his embrace. You hugged him gleefully, but he wasn't feeling the same. Although his face was buried in the crook of your neck, he didn't feel as happy as he usually felt when you'd visit him at Reimei.

"Jun...?" you murmured, noticing the tension in the air. "Are you still mad at me...?"

He let you go. Now that you were able to see his face clearly, you realised how red and swollen his eyes were.

"Jun?! Were you crying?" you sputtered. "I'm so sorry! That was so stupid of me!"

He smiled at you, but it was obviously strained. "When you sent me that text, I really thought it was over for the two of us. I thought I might've done something wrong... or that I wasn't giving you enough attention. I never wanted you to be unhappy..."

"Jun..." you began. "You've been nothing but sweet to me. You make me happy everyday... I love you so much, you don't understand... I'm sorry for playing that prank on you."

Before he could say anything, you brought him into a deep kiss. It wasn't long, but it was passionate. Jun wasn't ready for it especially since he doesn't like kissing in public, but for the first time in forever, he wanted to kiss you again like this.

He was now looking at you lovingly, smiling at you lovingly. He hoped that the two of you would continue to love each other for a long time, but now, he was going to give you what you asked and came here for: a kiss — well, another one.

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[prettyboy-basement]

eden with a trans bf

this... is not what the hunter was expecting when he forcefully tugged down your pants. but, he really didn't care. he fucked into that wet heat, groaning when he came inside.

while you were whining and complaining about how he came inside, all he did was spank you before stating he didn't have any condoms. hoisting you up onto his shoulder, he made his way back to his cabin and strung you up. kept you there until he felt he trusted you enough to roam around without being tied up.

it takes a long while for you to turn around when bathing with him or just being shirtless in general. he can't really blame you, so he decides not to push the matter. eventually when you get closer with him and allow him to touch in places you were initially wary about, he chooses to take only what he's given, not keen on pushing you away.

[deer-fic-fics]

Eden Brainrot

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: reader was kidnapped and developed stockholm syndrome, yandere vibes, could be interpreted as non-con, dub-con, or CNC. No smut, but obviously suggestive.

Info: gn reader, gn Eden, shy and submissive reader

I wonder if Eden regrets the way they treated their Darling in the beginning sometimes… probably not. If it did haunt them, how would they sleep like a log every night? Maybe they’d still resent being asked to slip into that role again, asked to be less gentle and loving than they’ve come to be. Regardless, hope this isn’t ooc.

“E-Eden… about the time we first met…” you look away timidly, shrinking into yourself. “Why… why don’t you fuck me like that anymore?”

Eden raises and eyebrow and crosses their arms.

“N-not that I don’t enjoy sex with you now!” You wave your hands nervously, afraid you’ve poked at a sore spot unintentionally. “It’s- it’s just…” you trail off meekly, “m-maybe I… I like it when you’re a little… rough with me…? A-at least sometimes! And you— you don’t have to—”

“Do you want me to be rough with you?” Eden cuts you off gruffly. You swallow harshly as their hand comes up to trace the edge of your collar. They smile. A scar tugging at the corner of their lips makes it look more like a snarl. Their grip tightens around your throat. “Then… you’re going to enjoy this…”

[twilightpentagrams]

hello hello!! if ur still accepting reqs can i please request nagisa and his fem!s/o getting caught? (specifically by eden) please and thank you (loved the arashi fic btw lmao)

NAGISA X FEM READER : getting caught by eden

CW: nsfw, semi-public sex, oral (nagisa receiving), getting caught/walked in on, slight teasing (not from nagisa)

A/N: this request is like a very nice cold sip of water ive been itching to write eden for forever. i might continue this with a part two if i feel inspired. thank you for this great request.

you two, for the most part, are pretty good at being secret. with nagisa being an idol in eden, of all units, it is imperative that he keeps up his reputation.

sometimes -- it gets hard though. frenzied fucking after an important live, after a long and boring photoshoot, it was easy to get caught up in the passion.

mostly, it was quick blowjobs or feverish makeout sessions. desperately grabbing and touching the other, unaware of any surroundings.

nagisa is a rather quiet and private person, but if his partner wishes to show mild pda (within idol standards, of course), he wouldn't mind.

light touches shared between the two of you in public, just intimate enough for the other to feel loved but not suspicious enough to raise any attention. just friendly gestures, to the public eye.

the rest of eden was unaware of the relationship between you two, it was private business, as far as you two were concerned. you both knew each member of eden had their own flings and relationships, but it wasn't shared information between the unitmates (besides hiyori, who announced everything he did).

nagisa is not one for public sex, but he does find semi-public sex as well as teasing to be exhilarating, he enjoys the thrill of getting you off in common-place areas.

you sat on your knees, obediently licking stripes up and down your boyfriend's cock. you hummed softly, feeling the warmth fill your mouth. a comforting hand was nestled in your hair, giving you gentle encouragement to take him deeper, to bob your head quicker, to suck his cock like it was a lifeline.

nagisa wasn't massive, but he was long and skinny. you pumped your hand over the parts of his cock that your mouth couldn't reach, eliciting cute noises from the boy sitting on the chair infront of you. you felt your knees begin to bruise and ache. these damn practice room floors, you cursed yourself for not wearing thicker pants to soften the hard wooden floor.

you mewled around nagisa's length, savoring the salty taste of his precum and sweat that mixed together like a cocktail -- intoxicating. enough to make you feel drunk and dizzy. your mind swam with thoughts, mostly consisting of nagisa's name, the word please and feverish want and desire. you needed him, it had been far too long. you hadn't been able to even spare him passing glances in the cosmic production office or during his lives or photoshoots.

it was torture. how did long distance couples do it?

you continued sucking nagisa's cock, whining everytime he ran his slender fingers through your hair. it felt like heaven, having him grip onto your hair and the back of your neck like he was going to die -- he was so desperate -- you couldn't help but find it to be adorable.

your usually composed and aloof boyfriend, crumbling in your hands (mouth?) all because of a single blowjob. so cute. you couldn't throw too many stones, however, you knew that you were just as desperate.

desperate to taste him more, to feel him more, to kiss him, to have him fuck you like you would die if he didn't.

it was symbiotic, and also beautiful.

to say the past week was a long week was an understatement. it had been a difficult week, both you and nagisa had busy schedules that never seemed to align. meetings here, paperwork there, planning and agenda writing became a routine. one long and agonizing week of being horribly pent up, unable to get yourself off but unable to see your lover. no matter how many times you tried, late at night in your room, fingering yourself and trying to use the toys you had bought -- no release came. it only made you feel more pent up. it wasn't until the climax of the week, just shortly before eden's latest live, that you two were able to have a rendezvous in the practice room.

it felt great being able to taste him and feel the tip of his cock graze along the back of your throat. your could feel his length twitch in your mouth, his thrusts growing more erratic and un-rhythmic with the bobs of your head.

the other three members had yet to arrive to practice (you and nagisa arrived methodically early, just early enough to have a quick moment of passion, nothing more.), the two eve members always arrived with starbucks and cute pastries in tow, fashionably late. you knew that you two had time to release each other's pent up lust. it was strategic; arrive 15-20 minutes before practice was set to begin, see eachother, then be out before any other member would have arrived.

a perfect plan, except for unaccounted for variables.

such as: the rest of eden arriving early, chit-chatting amongst themselves before looking at you sitting right in the open in the practice room. watching you in full view.

on your knees with nagisa's cock down your throat.

you saw your boyfriend's face flush red, a bashful expression taking over his face as he jumped a little, inadvertently ramming his cock into the back of your throat which made your eyes sting with tears.

your eyes were already tearing up, feeling embarrassment rise through your body as the stares of the other eden members burned through you.

your embarrassment was cut short, however.

"ahaha~ is our little nagisa-kun all grown up now, what splendid weather~!" hiyori cooed, setting his drink down to put his hands on his cheeks in an exaggerated manner. the other two, jun and ibara, looked away from the sight they had walked in on, trying to look anywhere but their unitmate being sucked off.

you honestly could die just then.

nagisa, whether it be out of shock or embarrassment, twitched in your mouth then you felt hot and warm liquid splash on your tongue. it was salty tasting, but not unpleasant, and you swallowed before scrambling to your feet. your boyfriend did the same, putting his now-soft cock away into his boxers and zipping up his pants. you mumbled apologies to nagisa, who looked like he might just spontaneously disappear.

your boyfriend's unitmates just watched you get facefucked by their unit leader. this was absolutely not the plan.

as you walked towards the exit, shame filling up your body like wet sand in a bag, you heard a jubilant voice whisper to you.

"next time, producer, feel free to put on a little show for us, hmm? you looked real cute!" hiyori smiled, gesturing to ibara and jun who were desperately trying to ignore what they just saw.

you just nodded, before scrambling out the door and trying to forget that ever happened. you shot nagisa a "sorry, hope they don't tease you too much" text before heading back to your dorm.

[foundintheforestbyyou]

Little baby ficlet about Eden first witnessing you in the forest

(I just got into Degrees of Lewdity and my brain has been rotting over Eden... I needed to put something to paper! May or may not finish...)

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He had been watching you for a while now. At first he had caught a flash of your hair amongst the greenery of his woods while he was out on his regular rounds. You were carefully picking your way through the tangled and unkempt brush. Another kid wandering too far in the forest. They’re lucky if the wolves aren’t already on their trail. He had shaken his head and spit onto the ground in mild disgust of another human this far out in the forest. This close to him. Not to mention that the noise you made as you bumbled through the brush only served to decline his chance of bagging any sizable game for the week. You were a pure nuisance. Like a tick digging in his skin. He grumbled. There were better spots to hunt for game, away from novice foragers or lost kids, whichever one you were.

He re-adjusted his rifle over his shoulder and eased himself silently into the deeper reaches of the forest. He didn’t expect to see you again. One trip this far had cured most fools of venturing into the verdant dark. Most.

Unlucky for you, you seemed to be a different variety of fool.

To be continued... (Maybe...)

[herrscher-of-binding]

flamechasers highschool au pt.1!

highschool au headcanons, reader is a transfer student! g/n reader x flamechasers 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚, 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐇𝐮𝐚, 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚 & 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬

one / two / three

Author's note: This was sort of rushed and it's just a fun little idea I had in mind at the time <3

• Elysia would definitely be the first to greet you everyday! On your first day at the school, she'd hold your hand and give you a whole interactive school tour with commentary from your one and only miss pink elf! I feel like she'd be part of the photography club, Elysia strikes me as a "capture the moment" kind of person so she'd always be snapping photos with you. Dates with Elysia would almost always be a cute picnic with food cooked up by your favourite pink-haired cutie, Elysia! Somehow whenever she takes you out on a date, the sun always happens to be shining just right.

• Eden is the type to take it free and easy, she'd help you with your homework and with studying but other times, she'd just watch you from the sidelines instead of taking part in whatever you'd be up to. Eden would most definitely be in the school choir, and she'd be the best too! I can see her being the president. She'd walk you to and from school, and dates would be to fancy restaurants and oftentimes, shopping. Don't worry about her wallet, Eden is really... rich. Sometimes, she'd prefer to go to the beach and relax instead!

• Hua would be more reserved at first, she'd only approach you for strictly education reasons (I made her a class monitor again for this au!). She'd open up to you after a while and gradually spend more time with you through after-school study dates. I think she'd be in the karate club or something similar. Once, you've really gotten to know her and the two of you start dating, Hua would take you on walks to parks. The air is refreshing and the wind is just right, you'd sit quietly on a bench as Hua hands you a cup of ice cold tea, joining you in your shared daydreaming.

• Aponia would be hard to get to know in the first place, considering she's part of the student council. You got to know her over the holidays while hanging out with the flamechasers. She'd be like Eden and walk you to and from school everyday. Once you know her well enough, she'd check up on you to make sure you're feeling well and would check your work often to make sure you've been doing it on time. Aponia's gifts would consist of small plushies or keychains and dates with her usually mean hanging out at your house (which would more than once end up with her just cleaning up your room until it's spotless).

• Pardofelis... well let's just say when you lose something, you're more likely to find it in her hands for just a tiny price rather than where you left it, finders-keepers. She's sort of the mischievous one of the group, definitely can't expect her to help you with homework. Pardofelis would gift you things that she "happens to find" and they'll always manage to fit your style. She'd love a cute date to a cat cafe or just chilling at home. She also does have her pet cat, Can, so you'd have to be a cat person to be with her.

[hasumilvr]

☆⠀𓈒⠀Eden. - Their love language.⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🌷 ⠀

୨୧ Wc : 1000+

I actually really love ibara and Hiyori they are so silly. Need to wrap Eden up with fluffy blankets like burritos

Nagisa R. - Quality time

｡˚ Nagisa… still needs some time to understand the concept of love… But his heart feels fluffy and warm everytime he sees your angelic smile, and he can’t help but be a little selfish – he loves spending time with you. Maybe that’s love, he tells himself.

｡˚ He promised to stay with you during your highs and lows, and man sticks to his words. When you’re busy with schoolwork or dealing with the menacingly large amount of paperwork on your desk, he stays with you. There’s a comfortable silence between you two – he doesn’t want to interrupt your work, afterall, but the slow and light breathing makes you know he’s there, he’s there for you.

｡˚ Nagisa always makes sure his weekends are work-free if possible! He wants to spend more time with you, no matter watching a movie while holding hands on the couch, going for a late night walk accompanied by the quiet footsteps of yourselves or reading a book while sipping on coffee, he wants you to know that he loves you by spending all the time in the world with you.

｡˚ Of course, it’s not just you who enjoys the company of your significant other. Nagisa finds himself relaxed and his tense shoulders hurt less when you’re here with him. It’s always a relief to see you after an entire week of a busy schedule, because things always get better when you’re with him.

｡˚ He’s not very good at expressing his love verbally, but as he strokes your hand softly while you rest your head on his lap, you know he adores and cherishes you. Do return the sentiment by giving him a kiss on his forehead, okay?

Ibara S. - Gift Giving

｡˚ Since Ibara is well known as a workaholic who wouldn't give up on starring at his computer until his own body gives him up, he can't spend that much time with you (which makes him slightly sad, not like he will admit though).

｡˚ But does that mean he doesn't love you? Definetly not. Ibara tries to squeeze in breaks from time to time just to see you and leave a kiss on your forehead, and when he can't, expect to find a little something from the producer by your bedside in the morning, with a little note taped on it.

｡˚ ''Sorry I can't spend the weekend with you again. This is a pack of sweets from the gift shop in the place Eden went for the promotional event last week, and I thought you might enjoy it. Have a good week, producer dono. Salute ~☆ ( ・∀・ )ゞ" says the note, with "Ibara Saegusa" delicately signed at the bottom right corner.

｡˚ Geez... Ibara's such an idiot. It's not like you don't understand how busy he is, but he still feels sorry for not being able to be by your side. Next time, please tell him you love him for who he is, and even if work keeps him away from you, your hearts are still connected.

｡˚ With that said, Ibara is the type to buy you gifts from time to time to make up for his absence from your side! It's usually something small but sweet - sometimes it's an omiyage from the placce he last visited for work, and sometimes it's a bag of tea leaves or coffee powder, because he knows you're running low on them. From the snake who is still learning how to express love and affection, you deeply treasure everything he gifts you, no matter how tiny or silly it is.

Hiyori T. - Words of affirmation

｡˚ As expected from the prince of love and sunshine, Hiyori loves praising you and showering you with vocabularies of love! He compliments your hair and your outfit you picked specially for your date with him, which makes your heart does a little dance - just so you know, he sees how much effort you put in your outfits during your dates, and appreciates how much you value your time together dearly. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

｡˚ ''Oh, my lovely sunflower, you look sooo lovely today! Well, you're lovely everyday, anyways! I missed you so much... Hiyori demands cuddles from his darling, right here right now!" He's childish and selfish when it comes to you. In a good way, though.

｡˚ Oooooo he showers you with so much words of love oooooooo it makes you blush from head to toe like a strawberry everytime he does it ooooooooo (which just gives him another reason to call you cute. The pink shade of blush really compliments the color of your outfit today, making you look so cute he wants to kiss you so badly.)

｡˚ When you're upset, he tries to talk to you to cheer you up! Communication is the key to everything, and the same goes for expressing love and affection - that's what Hiyori believes. He doesn't like seeing you sad, and doesn't want to cross your boundaries, so instead of giving you a tight high straight away, he asks what's wrong first, before listening attentively to what you have to say. It's then that you feel Hiyori's warmth from his two arms wrapped tightly around you, and soft whispers of ''It's okay''s and ''I love you''s.

Jun S. - Acts of service

｡˚ Jun's way of expressing love is special. He loves doing little things for you. A massage after a tiring day from work? He has your back! It's nothing too touchy, but he just wants you to know that he loves you from his actions - that he deeply cares.

｡˚ Sometimes you feel like you don't deserve him taking care of you. Little do you know that he enjoys doing so! Running errands with you, for example, is a great way for him to spend time with you. He gets a break from his work, and sees his favorite person. When he helps you carry the heavy grocerries you collect from the supermarket, he adores how cute you are when you try your best to carry them all on your own, then give in and let him take one of the bags.

｡˚ Jun isn't that good with words too, so he depends a lot on ''showing'' instead of telling. It's the frequent help he offers you that makes your heart skip a beat... Jun has a very gentlemanly side, especially when he's with you.

｡˚ He just really loves doing small things for you to brighten up your day, so don't feel embarrassed, yes? He loves you deeply and geniunely, and he thinks you deserve all of his love and devotion.

[timeless-fanfic]

can you write a one shot of John’s wife (reader) and Peter’s wife Eden being besties lol

Whispers of the Wives

Word Count: 918

Eden x (Best Friend) Reader, John x Reader

The afternoon sun bathed the camp in a warm glow as [Y/N] and Eden sat on a grassy hill, just beyond the tents, enjoying each other’s company. Their laughter rang softly through the air as they exchanged stories and whispered secrets, their bond deepened by shared experiences as wives to two of Jesus’s closest disciples.

From below the hill, Simon and John sat together, leaning against a large tree, each casting suspicious glances toward their wives.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Simon asked, his brows furrowed as Eden glanced their way, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

John smiled softly, though he looked just as curious. “Probably us.”

Simon let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Great. Eden’s going to tell her all my embarrassing habits, I just know it.”

John chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m sure it’s not that bad. Besides, if [Y/N] wanted to share something about me, I trust her not to make it too humiliating.”

Simon glanced sideways at John. “I wish I had your confidence.”

Back on the hill, Eden looked at [Y/N], a grin spreading across her face. “They’re watching us, you know,” she whispered, motioning toward their husbands below.

[Y/N] followed Eden’s gaze, and a smile tugged at her lips. “They’re probably wondering what we’re talking about.”

“Oh, definitely,” Eden giggled. “Simon always thinks I’m sharing his most embarrassing moments.”

[Y/N] laughed softly. “John does too. He’s too polite to say anything, but I can always tell when he’s nervous.”

Eden sighed, leaning back on her hands. “They’re so sweet, though, aren’t they?”

[Y/N] nodded, her expression softening. “Yes. John’s always so thoughtful. I’ve never known anyone who listens as carefully as he does.”

“Simon, too,” Eden agreed. “He tries so hard to be strong, but he has this gentle side, especially when it’s just the two of us.” She smiled fondly. “He’s a good man.”

“Sometimes I think we’re lucky to have them,” [Y/N] added with a wistful smile. “They can be a little… intense, but their hearts are in the right place.”

Eden nodded in agreement. “Exactly. We just have to give them a little nudge every now and then, you know?”

They both chuckled softly, their laughter warm and affectionate.

Down the hill, Simon shifted uncomfortably. “Why are they laughing?” he muttered, squinting up at the two women.

John smiled, though his curiosity had clearly gotten the better of him. “Whatever it is, I’m sure they’re not being too hard on us.”

Simon wasn’t convinced. “You think so? Because the last time Eden laughed like that, she spent an hour telling me how I mispronounced half the words in a story I was telling.”

John chuckled softly. “They’re not cruel, Simon. Just honest.”

Simon groaned, shaking his head. “Too honest, sometimes.”

Up on the hill, Eden and [Y/N] exchanged a knowing glance.

“Should we tell them what we’re really talking about?” Eden asked with a playful smile.

[Y/N] laughed. “Let’s keep them guessing a little longer.”

Eden grinned. “Agreed.”

Simon, finally unable to take it any longer, stood up abruptly. “That’s it. I need to know what they’re saying.”

John looked up at him in amusement. “You’re going to ask them, aren’t you?”

Simon crossed his arms, determined. “Yes, I am.”

John shook his head but stood up as well, brushing the dirt from his clothes. “Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

As the two men approached, Eden and [Y/N] smiled at each other, already anticipating what was to come.

“Alright,” Simon said, stopping just a few feet away, his arms still crossed. “What’s so funny?”

Eden gave him a sweet smile, batting her eyelashes playfully. “Oh, nothing, Simon. Just talking about how wonderful you and John are.”

Simon blinked, clearly taken aback. “What?”

[Y/N] nodded, her expression soft. “We were just saying how lucky we are to have husbands who care so deeply for us.”

John’s face softened as he exchanged a glance with [Y/N]. “Really?”

“Of course,” [Y/N] replied warmly. “You’re always so thoughtful, John. You make me feel safe.”

Simon blinked, the suspicion fading from his face as he looked at Eden. “You… you think I’m wonderful?”

Eden laughed gently, standing up and brushing off her dress. “Simon, you drive me crazy sometimes, but yes. I think you’re wonderful.”

A sheepish smile crept across Simon’s face as he uncrossed his arms. “Well… I guess you’re not so bad either.”

John reached out and took [Y/N]’s hand, pulling her gently to her feet. “I knew you were talking about us,” he said with a grin. “But I didn’t expect you to be so kind.”

[Y/N] squeezed his hand, her eyes twinkling with affection. “We just like keeping you on your toes.”

Simon laughed, shaking his head. “I guess we deserved that.”

Eden slipped her arm through Simon’s, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Simon. We won’t tease you too much. Besides,” she said with a grin, “you’re too easy to read.”

Simon groaned but smiled down at her. “I guess I’m just lucky you love me anyway.”

Eden beamed. “Very lucky.”

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the camp, the four of them made their way back toward the tents, laughter still filling the air. The teasing had been playful, but the love between them was undeniable, and in that moment, Simon and John couldn’t help but feel grateful for the strong, supportive women who stood by their sides.

[poetryandfluffycats]

Imagine getting gangbanged by Eden while Rabbit Hole is playing (and coincidentally your also wearing a bunny suit)

they bouta fill up your rabbit hole or what

[hutaoscoffinn]

I am certainly in a phase involving a rich drunk flamechaser:

Can I get some nsfw headcanons for eden with sub! fem! Reader?

OMG AT THIS RATE IMA GET REQUESTS FOR ALL OF THE OF AGE FLAMECHASERS AND I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHHHHH omgomgomg YES you can get those headcanons coming right up

Warnings: afab reader, submissive reader, NSFW, mirror sex, clothed sex, thigh riding, dominant eden, loving sex, sapphic content, sapphic smut, 18+, vanilla sex

Character: Eden

Requests: OPEN

Sex with Eden is lazy and slow but oh so loving

Eden loves to take her time with you, working your body up nice and slow so that by the time she is ready to move past the teasing you’re nice and wet for her, your slick making a mess between your thighs

What might come as a surprise is that Eden is actually quite vanilla when it comes to her preferred methods of pleasuring you

Eden has beautiful hands and she loves to use those hands to bring you as much pleasure as she can, sinking her slender fingers into you knuckle deep

Her favourite way to pleasure you is to have you seated on her lap, one of her hands toying with your breasts or resting loosely around your neck as the other is toying with your clit and or fingering you

The way she pleasures you is slow and steady

Unlike some of the other flameschasers that prefer fast and rough sex, Eden prefers to go slow and gentle in order to press against every sweet spot in or on your body to bring you to the most satisfying orgasms she can possibly gift you

Despite how slow the sex can be with her, that does not mean it is any less satisfying

If anything, it’s more satisfying

Eden takes her time with you, showing you how much she loves you and always making sure that both of you feel comfortable

Eden is very affectionate during sex, constant praises leaving her lips when those same lips are not occupied with kissing across your body and littering loving marks all over your skin

She is also very vocal when you pleasure her, which is almost to be expected of her considering her occupation as a vocalist and one of the best of her time

Her moans sound like a siren’s song, one that has you entranced and addicted to her even more so than you already were

Everything about Eden is sexy and enticing

You are addicted to her and her touch and she is just as addicted to you and helping you feel all of her sweet love through heated touches

Eden loves seeing your face during sex, watching your expressions to drink in every single reaction that you have to her and her touch, so any position that allows her to do this is immediately a favourite of hers

However, her all time favourite position is actually you seated on her lap, her chest pressed against your back

But, when she does indulge in this specific position, she prefers when a mirror is involved

While Eden may be more vanilla than the others, she adores mirror sex

One of her favourite things is to make you watch yourself as she pleasures you, forcing your eyes to stay on your slick core as she teases you, whispering in your ear in a sultry voice about how wet you are, about the mess you are making on her lap

She absolutely adores how flustered you get during this, your face warming as you squirm in her lap while she teases you endlessly, her lips on your neck working down along your shoulders as her golden eyes are pinned on yours through your reflection in the mirror

Eden is also a fan of clothed sex, specifically her still wearing clothes while you are wearing none or close to none

She especially loves this type of sex when it is taking place on her lap so that she can tease you about how you are making a mess, your juices soaking through her skirt and tights or pants as she torments you

Bonus points if this clothed sex involves thigh riding

Eden has beautiful long legs and has had many a fantasy of you grinding your pretty pussy all over her clothed thighs while she grabs at your body, fingers running along your thighs and ass

The first time she finally got to fulfill this fantasy she was immediately hooked and now thigh riding takes place at least once a week with her, usually more

She just loves to watch you grind all over her thigh, your legs quivering as you get close to cumming for her while she kisses your lips sloppily, sucking on your tongue as you reach your peak

Eden thinks the messes you make all over her thighs are beautiful but someone still has to clean up those messes along with the slick that has accumulated between her own thighs, so you had better get on your knees and help her out

[clown-fromthe-sewers]

In All My Dreams I Drown

Sailor Au!Eden x Reader (songfic kinda?? Idk)

Warnings: Canon typical sex, referenced violence(not from Eden), dubcon/noncon, hallucinations(?), and a slight breeding kink(fuck you lizzy, deal with it), gender neutral/no pronouns, but fembodied reader. More under the bar.

It was storming, a nasty, howling and terrifying, making visions of the past whirl in your mind, full of only horror of the remembrance. The ship, it swayed, 'heave-ho, heave-ho's dripping from the deck, the sole other occupant getting to work for the night on ensuring the safety of the vessel for the time he'd be asleep, with you, on the dark and stormy blue.

The barks of the repeated word came to a stop and you could hear something other than the storm for once: his booted feet stomping below deck, followed soon by the slamming of the wooden door against the wall, both water-damaged and swelled from the weather. He was drenched in it, the storm having saturated his usually curly brown hair into a matted mess of glistening black, water pooling on his scruff like morning dew on grass, his face shining in the dim light. The wrinkle between his furrowed brows disappears at the sight of you, his shoulders relaxing as he made way to his bed, you laying there, wrapped only in his fur blankets.

"You haven't slept," he said, "in many suns and moons," he observed, though it was more like a command.

"Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore, and pray we get there soon-" you begin to protest, sitting up in the bed as the blankets fell from your body, exposing your breasts with the furs covering your lower half only, the necklace you wore falling between your cleavage. He interrupts you, digging through a drawer nailed into the wall of his cabin.

"Now hush love, here's your gown," he began, bringing forth a scanty white dress, lacy, and it looked as if it would come only to your mid thigh. "There's the bed-" He nods to you, as if to make his demands all the more obvious, "-lanterns down." His eyes drift to the oil lamp beside the bed, glowing in orange and red, casting deep shadows on everything the light could reach.

"But I don't want to go to sleep," you started, a dismayed grimace falling in place on your lips. Once more, you are cut off by him, he repeated the protest you'd said over and over your stay on the vessel.

"In all your dreams you drown," said he, an almost condescending tone to the words spoken in his deep voice. He strode over, demandingly shoving the gown to your breast, his hot hand making contact with your freezing skin, warmth finding you and making you relax despite your anger and apprehension toward this sailor.

You snatch it away, drawing it over your head and shoulders. It fell the rest of the way, covering your naked flesh that had begun to prickle at the exposure to cold once you'd been removed of the furs. Leaning back on the mattress, the back of your head colliding softly with the partially rotten wood of his boat, completely missing the look of desire that gleamed in his eye, the shine disappearing into the darkness when he snuffed the oil lamp.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he drawled, the words sending a spike of fear down your spine.

Eyes darting to his, you started once more to put up a fight, but the exhaustion weighed you down, keeping your movements sluggish and weak. Before you even began, you gave up, allowing Eden to take his place above you. As he peeled the blanket from your lower half, he let loose a growl, licking his dry lips, sweet with rainwater and salt from working deck all day, his pupils expanding to consume all of the hazel, leaving only a ring of green and brown around the black.

"It's time you go to sleep," he growled. Eden ripped open his pants, his ramshackle coat following suit to display the muscle built up from his time on the sea, then used his massive hands, reinforced by the masses of muscle behind on his bulging arms, to heft your hips up to his own, your legs hanging from his thighs.

Your calves interlap behind his back, crossing to bring him in closer as you felt the tent that came from his pelvis, kept trapped only by the white, threadbare briefs he wore, barely doing their purpose with how worn they were. You jolt as a clap of thunder sounded, unexpected without the flash of lightning. The fear triggers a vision of that pale, ivory figure and the shoving, rocking of a makeshift boat, laughs of children turning into screams of terror-

"Now hush love," whispered Eden, cooing as he stroked your cheek. "Here's your gown," he repeated, reminding you of your place, "There's the bed, lantern's down." His voice was the softest you'd heard it, placing a tender kiss to your lips after he spoke to remind you not only of your place, but to silently tell you of what you'd grown to be over the time you spent on his ship. It was like a dream with how slow everything moved, like it was all submerged in the thickest molasses. But you don't want to go to sleep, in all your dreams you drown.

"Captain! Captain," you cried for his attentions as he pulled the clothing down which restricted him, exposing himself to you and wetting his length in your arousal, "I will do your chores! I will warm your cot at night, and mop your cabin floors." Your voice was soft and begging, teary eyes staring up as you quiver beneath him. Your hands find his forearms, fingers dainty by comparison digging into his flesh. "Scold me! Hold me; I'll be yours to keep! The only thing I beg of you: don't make me go to sleep."

The next thing that leaves his mouth is a chuckle, then he leans over, nipping along your collarbone to under your ear, blowing hot air on your neck and making goosebumps bloom to the surface and your eyes closeon reflex. The sky flashed with lightning once more, the blood red moon barely exposed through the black, ravenous clouds sparking the visage of Eden's vessel sinking, the sheets lacing between your legs as the boat was rent and felled; Eden's in the water headed to the mouth of hell.

You're snapped from the lull as a roiling wave crashed against the side of the boat, making you in the bed and into Eden, he letting loose a groan of appreciation when he felt your warm, wet arousal on his engorged length. He positions himself at your entrance, leaking and tight in your virginity.

A growl is wrenched from his chest, throaty and deep and barbaric as he slid into you, leaving you to gasp as you felt a nauseating pinch deep within you, your hymen ripping and signaling your loss of innocence. He pants as he bottoms out, letting you adjust to the size of him for a few moments only before he was pulling out, slowly pushing himself back into your tender depths. His cock was smattered in in blood, but the new feeling gnawing at your gut blocked the gruesome sight from bothering you much at all.

The pillow fall from beneath your head, toeing to the brink of the cot with each rock of his hips that sent you jolting upwards, his thrusts increasing in speed each time he bottomed out. Your arms wrap around his neck and brought him down, your heels pressing at his ass to meld him into yourself. Moans from you, the sailor and the sea were accompanied by the groans of the cot, each thrust making it protest under your combined weight.

"Eden," you choke out when his stubbled jaw met your sensitive neck, his lips laying kisses and nips on your skin, painting a picture of his desire and leaving you mewling below him, falling into whatever he wished. "I need-" you couldn't get much else out, a gasp pulled from your chest that surprised even you when the head of his cock hit something inside which you'd never felt before.

Eden's lips found yours, locking in a lethargic kiss, bruising with each slow movement he made against you, a moan swallowed up between you as your first kiss was taken so passionately, something so surprising in a town such as this one.

Eyes rolling back in your head, you could feel the upbeat of all his rocks into you, stealing away breaths and letting a symphony of lewd noises and creaks sound through his cabin. His thumb fell to your clit as he pulled away from your lips, pupils blown as he trailed his gaze from the line of saliva connecting the two of you to your eyes, staring deep into you soul as he flicked at your sex, watching you break apart under his ministrations.

Your hand falls away from his shoulder, carmine staining the pads of your fingers and beneath your nails, grasping at his free hand and interlacing your dainty fingers with his calloused and work worn ones. A whining moan falls from his lips at that, his brows furrowing and his muscles clenching, hoping to hold back the high that threatened to end him then and there. His thumb hastens, pressing harshly against your nub and making that heat burn within like a fire, the coiling rope pulling taut until finally- it snaps, your vision blanking as a wailing moan comes forth, not only from you but also the wind whipping at the ship with the intense desire to sink you and Eden beneath the gnashing and moaning waves.

You finish with a clap of thunder, making the sight of a pale ivory figure overtake you mind, a hot feeling blooming in your innards with each spurt of Eden's searing seed.

Eden's berth rocked into you for a few moments after, releasing the rest of him in you with a quiet, drawn out groan, the sound bordering on either pain or satisfaction. The pillow falls from the edge as a result, a thump amidst the screeching wind and the tandem voices gasping for breath after such exertion.

"Good," Eden pants as he pulled out, drawing himself away from you and sitting on his heels to look on your spent form leaking his spend. Lazily, he pushed it back in your tender hole, you cringing at the sensitive flesh being agitated again. When he was finished, he brought the finger to your mouth, making you lap up the essence of your debauchery until he was atisfied with the cleanliness of the digit, pulling it from your lips with a breathless hum.

Eden crawls beside you and collapses, arms needily wrapping around your waist and drawing you close to him, and placing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder, tucking himself close your body to sleep.

"It's time you go to sleep," he grumbles in that deep voice of his, the usual grimace adorning his face.

"Eden," you start to mumble again, but you're cut off once more by Eden.

"Hush now, hush love, heres your gown-" He tugs gently at the thin cloth of your night dress, then smooths his hand over the fur blanket, pulling it onto the both of you, "There's the bed, lantern's down," he reminded, whispering without thought.

"I'm begging you, please wake me up," you mumble, fatigue finally catching up when you couldn't even finish the last few words of the sentence you'd been relaying to him your entire stay, "In all my dreams I-" the rest of he sentence falling into oblivion, caught by the waves and breaking apart in their fury as you fell asleep, eyes closing slowly without even a yawn to warn you.

"Drown," he finished unbeknownst to you, clutching you tightly; that night, the first time since you'd been on the sea, you dreamt not of ivory, but warm brown consumed by black as sweaty curls of the same color dripped down rainwater from above, dotting your face in salty wetness.

So uh, that happened. Don't blame me, I was in a feverish haze for two days straight so I don't even know what this is.

[seangelfish]

Meet and Greet

Jun Sazanami x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship, romance, no mention of pronouns ♡ Word count: 864 ♡ Synopsis: An idol like yourself shouldn't be spotted at events like this. That's just too risky! But you're here anyway to not only experience what it's like from the fan's point of view, but also to surprise your boyfriend, Jun Sazanami from Eve. ♡ A/N: Had this in the drafts for a while and it is finally finished! I miss my Jun Sazanami phase~ I still love him and he will forever be my dream boyfriend.

Your hair was tied back with a black cap covering your head. Over your eyes laid a pair of dark shades and a mask to cover your mouth. This was the perfect disguise for you to go see your boyfriend at his meet and greet. After all, you were an idol at the same agency he was in, so you had to be careful about being recognised by his fans.

However, what you really came dressed in was not the disguise you should've gone for, but a casual outfit instead. Sure, you still covered your head with a cap, but your whole face was exposed which could lead to trouble.

You thought otherwise though because despite being a popular idol at Cos Pro, you were still going to attend a meet and greet for Eve, a unit that attracts all eyes. So, you didn't need to worry about being recognised as everyone's attention would be only on them. You doubted anyone would look your way if the Hiyori Tomoe and Jun Sazanami were in the same room as them.

You entered the line, awaiting your turn to meet Eve. For some reason, the idea of being here as a fan when you were an idol was absolutely nerve-racking. Maybe you should've gone in disguise? It was too late now as the line started moving forward, yet thankfully enough, as you expected, no one batted an eye at you.

And despite feeling so nervous, you felt a sensation of excitement brew in you. You were going to see your boyfriend from a different perspective! This is so exciting! you thought to yourself happily. I can't wait to see him!

You hummed a little tune to yourself as you watched fans squeal in delight as they readied themselves to shake their favourite idols' hands.

The venue was crowded with girls which wasn't a surprise to you since Eve catered towards that demographic, but a part of you couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous when Jun would dish out his attention to them. At the same time, you were proud of him. He looked so happy and fulfilled to be given such love for his hard work. It was his dream to become an idol, so seeing him smile so brightly like this only made your heart flutter.

"Thank you for supporting me and Eve," he said politely, shaking a fan's hand firmly. "I appreciate it so much."

"O-Of course!" they would bashfully reply, a slight blush appearing on their cheeks. "I will always be your fan!"

You sighed contently at this. You were nearing the front of the line now, so you readied yourself as you stepped in front of the dark blue-haired boy.

Before you could greet him though, his eyes widened at your figure in front of him.

"(Y/N), w-what are you doing here?" he hissed worriedly. "You're not even wearing a mask! Did anyone recognise you? I hope you didn't get harassed... I'll call security later to escort you out, but you shouldn't..."

Despite the shock in his eyes, you could see how they lit up when he saw you.

"Don't worry, Jun," you whispered back. "No one recognised me!"

He sighed but smiled. "Alright, let's get this over with. Take my hands."

You placed your hands in his. As expected, they were calloused and rough, but at the same time, soft. Your boyfriend shook your hands gently, but his grip was tight as if he didn't want to let you go.

"Thank you for coming here to visit me!" he exclaimed. "I appreciate your support so much!"

His usual lines. He really was taking this seriously so that no one would spot you.

You grinned, then said, "Jun, I'm so proud of you. Do you know exactly why I'm here? I'm here to tell you that you've been doing such a good job getting to this point. You've worked so hard and it's admirable. I hope that you keep at it, that life continues to treat you well."

He looked at you dazed, but his eyes glistened. He wasn't sure if it was the lights that had him squinting like this, but your words did take an emotional toll on him.

"And remember that you're loved," you continued.

At that point, he knew that it was you – the reason why his eyes started to water. Your words touched his heart, and hearing them from you made it all worthwhile that he was here, existing, as an idol.

"T-Thank you..." he stammered out. "I really am happy that you're here, (Y/N)–"

"20 seconds left!" reminded one of employees.

"My time's nearly up, Jun," you stated. "Have a good rest of your day. I love you."

You whispered the last part, but only for Jun to hear. Thankfully, he caught it amid chatter.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

"Next!"

You unlinked your hands from Jun's, then stepped away from the table to chat with Hiyori. Jun continued his job greeting the next fans in line, but from the corner of his eye, he kept looking at you, hoping that you, his lover, would have a good day too.

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