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[mwphisto]

I’m not sensitive!

Pairings include: Xavier x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Sylus x Reader | Caleb x Reader

Warning, this post includes: breast play, nipple play, breast kissing, nipple kissing / licking / and biting

A/N: as a girlie that was convinced her boobs we’re not sensitive, I present you this lmao. Of course, it is totally normal for your breasts to not be sensitive and for you to not be into breast play!!!! I am just writing based on my own experiences, and even then, it can be a 50/50 for me lol. Bigger chest = less sensitivity from what I've heard, but it's different for everyone! Much love!!

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Xavier

A lazy weekend afternoon, comfy clothes, lots of snacks, and some cheesy horror movies playing on Xavier's TV screen. You were more engulfed in each other than anything else, the conversation flowing naturally as you lounged against the armrest of his couch.

"I'm serious, they're not sensitive." Your feet rest on his lap, his long fingers gently stroking up and down the skin of your calf. "I highly doubt it." Xavier countered with ease, blue eyes sparkling as a smirk curled his lips. "I just think you haven't met the right person."

Some way, somehow, the conversation had turned towards intimacy. What parts of you were sensitive, what parts weren't, the whole nine. Tension had been growing, but neither of you were willing to bite just yet. Even as you fought the urge to squeeze your thighs.

"The right person, huh? You're saying you can prove me wrong?"

You boldly proclaimed your breasts were not sensitive, your nipples not all that appealing to yourself when you had time alone. You didn't really touch them, like ever, even when masturbating.

"I believe I can give it my best shot..." Xavier started, using one finger to trail up towards your knee. "... that way, we can be positive that it's not... user error." He grins, something boyish and full of mischief and dammit you're a goner. "Well, you have my permission, Xavi."

Just like that, he's tugging your legs as he lunges. Crushing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. The hand that had been playing with your ankles and calves now splayed over your exposed thigh. Sneaking under your lounge shorts and reaching up towards your underwear.

His other hand snuck under your hoodie - one you had stolen from him - and didn't stop until he cupped one bare breast. "No bra?" a murmur against your lips, he didn't give you a chance to answer before his tongue was slipping into your mouth.

You arched into his touch, the warmth of his hand against your skin making your lips tremble as you tried to keep up with Xavier's needy kisses. He squeezes, not hard enough to hurt but enough to elicit a gasp, a triumphant smirk already curling his lips.

"See... you needed the right person." Saliva keeps you connected as he pulls away, blue irises nearly devoured by his dilated pupils. "The right person with the best touch..." His thumb and pointer finger find your nipple, squeezing it a few times experimentally.

A gasp flees you, body jerking away from the shock of pleasure that zapped up your spine. You'd tried this before, when you had been so convinced that playing with a woman's chest was a key part of her arousal, and you had been so disappointed when nothing really... happened.

Now, Xavier was doing all the things you had tried and quickly given up on, and he was getting the reactions you craved. "Xavier h-how... oh!" You're panting as he rolls the bud between his fingers, adding more stimulation by sucking along your jaw. "You just needed the right person to prove you wrong." it's muffled against your skin, a sigh of annoyance leaving him a second later.

"Take this off." All at once, he leaves you. Just long enough to yank the hoodie up and over your head.

“Let’s try this…” Xavier wasted no time, not bothering to tease you by lingering his kisses. The cool air of his apartment caused your nipples to harden, and Xavier was quick to pull one of the buds into his awaiting mouth.

Your head fell back, hands shooting to grab his head as a feeble cry of his name fled your lips. Heat pooled deep in your belly, leaking slowly and ruining your underwear. You didn’t think it was possible for your breasts to feel this way, never mind for it to cause such a reaction to the rest of you.

“X-Xavier, fuck me, please.”

“Someone’s eager.” He lets go of your nipple with a slick pop, a cocky grin now sneaking up his lips. “I’ve barely got to have my fun, you need to be patient Ms. I’m not sensitive.” You want to punch him and kiss him all at once.

Rafayel

A study of anatomy, sketching various bodies in various shapes, colors, and sizes. You couldn't even pinpoint how or when the conversation switched to personal weak spots, but... "What about your chest? Most people list their chest as a sensitive spot."

"Not me." You pout a bit, hands coming up to cup your chest before meeting Rafayel's eyes. "Maybe I'm just broken."

Your chest had never been all that sensitive from what you could tell. You'd tried a handful of times to make it feel as good as it looks, books, movies, and even porn videos put so much focus on stimulating a woman's breast that you assumed it had to feel good.

And when it fell flat? You had concluded your breasts were simply less sensitive than others. "You're certainly not broken." Rafayel sets his sketchpad down, pushing up from his seat on the floor to stalk towards where you had been lounging on his bed.

"Your body is way more responsive to someone else's touch opposed to your own." You feel your eyebrows raise, glancing between where he towered above you and where his hand was heading. "Can I show you? Or perhaps, prove my theory?" Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip, nodding a little to fast for your liking.

Rafayel sits himself down on the edge of his bed, a hand sliding over the thin material of your tank top. "You get too lost in your own head, of course, you won't be able to focus on how good it can feel." And your breathing stutters as his hand gingerly cups your right breast.

"Just relax, I've got you." As Rafayel speaks, he gently kneads the pliant flesh, silently noting that your nipples harden under his touch. "I-I just see these girls that can't go braless because their nipples are so sensitive and it just doesn't ma-oh!" Rafayel cuts you off by using his pointer and middle finger to squish the prominent bud.

"Ah-ah, what did I say about relaxing? Just enjoy..." Heat is starting to seep into your cheeks, your hand coming up instinctively to clutch Rafayel's wrist as he toys with your breast.

"They're so pretty, can I lift this up?" he's using his free hand to tug at the elastic material of your tank top, smirking when you nod your approval. "Atta girl, let me see these beauties...shit." His cheeks are turning pink, pupils dilating wide as he uses his other hand to cup your neglected left breast. "Fuck, they're so perfect."

You want to open your mouth and retaliate, but you think they are far from perfect. But you swallow it, knowing better than to dare contradict him when it comes to statements about your beauty. "And so responsive, see what happens when you listen to me?"

He seals the deal with a pinch, tugging both of your perked nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers before leaning down to kiss your sternum. "So damn beautiful." Another kiss, one closer to your right breast. "And so not broken, don't ever say that again."

This time, the kiss lands on your nipple, and you're mewling, cheeks burning hot as you clutch his wrist just a little tighter. Rafayel doesn't pull away this time, instead he removes his hand completely so he can suck the now-sensitive bud between his lips.

You're not sure how long he stays on you like that, but you know your panties are drenched and your nipple is swollen by the time Rafayel finally eases up. "Can I?" he swallows, chest heaving as he looks at your chest. He needs to mark them first and then sketch them.

"Can I fuck these after I show you how sensitive they can be?"

Zayne

You loved watching him type his reports, finding his meticulous typing to be both adorable and hot. Maybe it was just because you were so deeply in love with him, but dammit you could watch Zayne work all day. So, when he dragged over a human anatomy chart while typing on a patient file, you felt the need to pop the question.

"Zayne?" You sounded hesitant uttering it, so naturally, Zayne's attention was immediately focused on you. "Is something wrong?" Immediately, you wanted to swallow your words. "I-Uh, no, but I just kinda... had a question." You feel like you're going to die.

"Go on." He relaxed a bit, a telling sign that he could see your anxiety and wanted you to feel comfortable. "Ah, well." You look away, swallowing the lump in your throat before trying again. "I was just wondering if it was normal for... for breasts to not be sensitive."

The surgeon's eyebrow twitches upwards at that, and now you really want to melt into the chair you had been lounging in.

"Well, medically speaking, yes. It depends on the person. Sometimes chest size factors into sensitivity; sometimes it really doesn't. But, overall, it's pretty normal and fairly common...why?" Concluding his answer, Zayne seemed to really process what you were asking.

You felt a tad relieved upon hearing that it wasn't a one-in-a-million chance that you deemed your chest to be lacking sensitivity. "Oh, well, my breasts aren't all that sensitive, I kind of worried it wasn't normal, you know?" Zayne nodded, ears turning a shade of red. "Many forms of media have set unrealistic expectations."

"Tell me about it. I really felt self-conscious." You were ready to resume your lounging, but Zayne was still eyeing you.

"Would you like me to perform an exam?"

You swallow, eyes widening in surprise, but your head is moving faster. A nod escapes you before you can stop it, clearing your throat, you add, "That would be great, actually. I'd appreciate it."

Somehow, you're shirtless and braless on Zayne's exam table. The cool air of his office makes your nipples pebble. "They look perfect." He states it plainly, leaving no room for debate, even as your cheeks begin to burn. With skilled hands, the surgeon cups both of your bare breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing meticulously.

The sensation sends a shrill of arousal straight to your tummy, and you find yourself gripping the edge of the exam table. "It's also quite common for your brain to pick a side. If you squeeze your own breast, your brain may focus more on what your hand is feeling rather than your chest." He squeezes them both to send the point home.

"And..." Zayne's head lowers, a gentle kiss placed on the top of each breast before he squeezes your nipples. "... different forms of stimulation can really shake things up."

In the blink of an eye, your back is against the cool leather of his exam table. The same table is now creaking as Zayne climbs up on it with you. "Z-zayne, what are you-" But his mouth descends on your breasts again, and suddenly all words die on your tongue.

His nose drags along your skin, inhaling your scent before suckling on one of your nipples. His hand comes up to toy with your other breast, determined to not let it go neglected during his exam.

"Some women find breast stimulation to be more effective when..." he swallows, angling himself so his free hand can slide down your stomach and towards the waistband of your pants. "...vaginal stimulation is provided at the same time."

Sylus

"Your chest is pretty sensitive, huh, Sy?" Your fingers dance lazily across his pecs, watching his expression for any signs. Sure enough, his brows pinch together briefly before relaxing again. "I guess you could say that." A gentle murmur, one that is full of exhaustion despite his eyes scanning over the pages of a book.

You were both supposed to be sleeping, but some days this was the only time you two could really spend time together. Snuggled into the crook of his arm, you found your brain wandering.

"Why are you asking, anyway?" his finger marks the spot he left off on, carmine eyes sliding to look down at where you peered up at him. "I just wish my chest was as sensitive as yours." You said it almost dreamily, as if you didn't realize what that statement did to him.

"Your breasts aren't sensitive?" Sylus countered, the book in his hand being tossed onto the nightstand so he could focus everything on you. "No, not really. I've tried but... nothing really works. I don't get how girls get so worked up when their breasts are touched."

He seemed to think it over for a moment, a small smirk curling his lips. "Do you care if I try something before you come to such a conclusion?" He turns towards you, his free hand resting on your shoulder and pushing you to your back. “You know what? Sure, go ahead. I doubt the outcome will change what I said.”

A little bit of defiance, sure. But Sylus caught the hint of sadness too. Now, he was even more determined.

"Don't be so quick..." His hand cups your breast through the silk of your nightgown, eliciting a small gasp. "...to doubt me, kitten." He's warm, hands that are honed to kill are now gentle as they massage your breast tenderly. "Just relax, let me take care of you."

Your lips are wobbling as he tugs the silky material down, letting both of your breasts spill out for his viewing pleasure. "If it doesn't work, if this doesn't feel good..." he pushed upwards, hovering above you slightly so he could lower his head and begin kissing your chest. "...I'll make it up to you in a way I know you love."

He tugs a nipple into his mouth, and you're arching off the mattress, the sudden sensation making your eyes water. The idea of not being sensitive has simply given Sylus the green light to be rougher.

"Sylus!" Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging as he bites down on the pebbled bud. His tongue lathers your nipple a moment later, soothing any pain from his bite. He lets go a second later, saliva connecting him to your breast even with the new distance.

"Let me..." he's tugging at your nightgown again, instead of your neckline, he's shoving the bottom hem up towards your stomach. "...fuck you while I do this. Nothing but the best, right?" Fuck, your head was spinning, legs parting as you welcomed his offer.

"I'll make you feel so good, promise." Sylus' lips are back on your breasts, kneading and sucking as he fishes his cock out with his free hand. "Sylus, I need you, now." dammit, maybe he was right. Your mind was going fuzzy from the attention he was giving you.

"I know, and you have me. Just..." he's nudging your entrance, sending you into a spiral as he bites down on your nipple and pushes himself inside. A shrill cry leaves your lips, hands gripping his biceps in a feeble attempt to remain grounded.

"Stick with me, Kitten. We've got a long night ahead, I need to be thorough with my research."

Caleb

You were lying on Caleb's bed, phone held high as you scrolled mindlessly. Caleb lies beside you, reading through some pilot magazine you had picked up at the convenience store earlier. A video on your feed has your mind going, chewing on on your inner cheek as you ponder your question out loud.

"I wonder what it's like to have a sensitive chest?"

"You uh... You asking me that, pip?" Caleb was caught off guard, one eyebrow twitching upwards as he turned his head just enough to look at you. Realizing your mistake, you can't help but laugh out of embarrassment. "More so talking to myself."

"Your chest isn't... sensitive?" Caleb jumps right to the point, suddenly more intrigued with your answer now that the initial surprise has worn off. "No, not really. I mean, I've tried like everything and it just doesn't... do all that much."

"Like doesn't feel good at all? Or just not what you expected?" The magazine is long forgotten, Caleb is rolling onto his side to really study you. "I guess... not as good as I hoped? I just feel like they're not as sensitive as they could be." You attempt to shrug it off, but Caleb doesn't seem to want to let it go.

"Can I... give it a shot, pip?" And suddenly it all clicked into place. You click your phone off, tossing it to the side and sighing. "By all means, Caleb. Have your fun." Like a dog who just got praised, Caleb is quick to get to work. Not bothering with touching you over your shirt. In one motion, he has tugged the clothing up and over your bare chest.

"Let's see..." calloused fingers are running up your stomach, his eyes focused on the way your nipples harden due to the exposed air. "...it's not odd for breasts to lack sensitivity." Even as he speaks, goosebumps erupt over your skin. "But sometimes, you just need the right touch to prove you wrong."

Gingerly, your right breast is cupped in his warm embrace, earning a sharp inhale as you flicker between his hand and face. "And hands aren't always what is needed." His head is descending on your chest before you can process it, a shrill cry of his name leaving your lips as he nips at the fat of your chest.

"Different sensations invoke different responses." A lick to soothe the bruise he had made. His tongue is wet and warm as it trails up to your nipple. "Some prefer ice..." a lick "...some prefer heat or wax" a kiss directly on top of the pebbling bud. "Others like tickling." His nose nuzzles it before pulling back. "And others like pain."

Caleb's teeth sink into your nipple, and your back arches off the mattress. "It's all up to you, whatever you deem best." You're seeing stars, a whimper leaving your lips as you guide his hand over to your neglected breast. "Just make me feel good, please."

"At your service, pip."

[thecutestmonkeygirl]

“Ahhh!” She sucked air in better her teeth as he picked up his speed like he couldn’t get inside her fast enough after pulling back. She dipped her head forward, dragging her tongue over his neck, licking up a stream of water. “H-harder, Raphael!” She demanded as her heels pressed into his back.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hi baby ;)

prompt 10 pretty please 🥺

(guess who is iiiiiit)

Hi, baby!! I knew it was you just by the 'baby' haha. Lemme tell you, skz made something to me, cause after I saw that damn video of Chan and Lixie taking care of babies, I can't stop thinking about kids and look, I never wanted to be a mother 🤡 (why do they have to be so husband material 😭)

10. Baby, I'm late

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, breeding kink

Alexa, play Scorsese Baby Daddy by SZA

You were quiet for most of the morning.

Chan had noticed. You picked at your breakfast, stared off into space, laughed at the wrong times during your drama. When he reached for your hand on the couch, you laced your fingers through his, but your grip was too loose like your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

He waited. He always did.

But around lunchtime as he was folding his clothes and humming some song in the bedroom, you finally said it.

“Baby, I’m late”

He looked up.

“Late for what?”

You turned to face with the lips parted like you were unsure if it was a joke or not

“You know what”

He stared. Then the air in the room changed, his blood pressure dropped straight to his feet.

“H-how late?”

“Five days”

“Fuck”, he whispered, then rubbed his face so hard his skin turned red.

“Five days is… well, that’s not like you!”

You nodded. Silent.

He stood there in the middle of the room like the walls were closing in.

“Did you… did you take a test?”

“Not yet. I wanted to tell you first”

“For God's sake, Yn”

The tone of his voice caught you off guard. It sounded like a mixture of disbelief, anger and regret.

“I didn’t do this on purpose, Chan”

“I know, I know. It’s just… this is a lot, okay? We’re not even… fuck, we never talked about this!”

A lump formed in your throat.

“So what? You regret sleeping with me?”

“No! Damn, I didn't say…”

He took a breath, lowering his voice, “I just… I need to think. I need to breathe”

And just like that, he grabbed his duffle bag, mumbled something about the studio, and left.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan was bent over his desk, stuck on a chord progression that didn’t even match the track. His leg bounced uncontrollably. He hadn’t written a word. All he could think about was tiny shoes, baby formula prices, whether you’d even want to see him again after he just left you there alone.

“Hyung”

He looked up to see Felix in the doorway, arms crossed, brows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

Chan didn’t answer. Felix walked in, took one look at the empty snack wrappers and his half-finished lyrics

“Did someone die or…?”

Chan looked like he wanted to.

“It’s Yn. She’s late”

Felix processes it in half a second.

“Oh”

He leaned against Chan's desk, “Breathe, hyung. You like her. You love her. It’s not a death sentence*

Chan groans, burying his face in his hands, “I’m not ready to be a dad”

“You weren’t ready to lead a group either, but here we are with the best leader we could ever imagine”

Felix’s voice was warm, real, like he meant every word.

“Also you already act like a dad to seven grown men every day. You think you’d suck at raising one tiny version of someone you love?”

Chan exhaled

“I freaked out, okay?. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want… us, you know?”

Felix placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Then go tell her that. Before she decides to raise that kid without you and your dramatic ass”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan returned home around 6 pm.You didn’t even look up when he opened the door. Just kept sitting at the kitchen table, staring at an empty pregnancy test wrapper.

“It was a false alarm”, you said softly.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I took the test an hour ago. Not pregnant. Try not to be too excited”.

You finally looked at him and saw the guilt all over his face.

He stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, I freaked out”

“I know. I was scared too”

He dropped to his knees beside your chair, resting his head on your lap.

“It… it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, though. Raising a little us with you”

Your fingers tangled in his hair.

“You’re lucky I can't resist when you beg for forgiveness”

He looked up at you, eyes softer and sure.

“Do you…. maybe want to try? For real?”

“You mean… have a baby?”

“Only if it’s with you”

You smiled.

“Do you want to try for real?”

“Let’s try it. Right now”

Your heart pounded hard against your ribcage

“Chan…”

He leaned in close, voice tender like velvet but his eyes locked on yours with fire.

“Let me put a baby in you”

That heat in your chest dropped straight between your thighs.

You didn’t answer. Just stood and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom quietly. The moment the door closed, his lips were on you, hungry as ever.

Chan kissed you like he meant every word. Like the apology was in his tongue. Like the promise was in his hands, smoothing under your shirt and down your spine.

The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and he followed you down immediately, hungry hands roaming your body. His lips dragged a line of heat down your stomach as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding it down your legs slowly, savoring the way you shivered beneath him.

When he pushed inside, it wasn’t rough— it was sure and deep. Like he wanted to carve himself into you.

He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip to keep you steady as he moved inside you, unrelenting.

“You feel so fucking perfect", he panted, voice shaking against your ear, “like you were made to carry my baby"

You gasped his name, back arching off the bed, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.

The words wrecked you more than they should’ve, but hearing them in a rasp tone, charged with love and need, sent heat straight between your legs.

“You want that?”, he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw, “Want to feel me dripping out after? Laying here, stuffed full of me?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, every muscle in your body tightening around him.

“Say it, baby. Need to hear you say it", he urged, voice broken.

“I want it", you cried out, clinging to him, “Chan, please... give it to me…”

He groaned like he was falling apart, rhythm faltering as he started driving into you harder, deeper, chasing the edge for both of you.

“I’m close", he gasped into your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, “Gonna fill you up, babe. Every last drop"

His hand tightened in yours, anchoring you to him as you shattered around him, muscles spasming so hard it ripped a broken moan from his chest.

He followed with a shuddering cry, burying himself as deep as he could, spilling inside you with a heat that made your whole body tremble.

He stayed there, panting, forehead still pressed against yours like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

Later, he curled around you, chest pressed to your back, arms locking protectively around your waist with his softening cock still buried inside you.

"False alarm or not", he whispered against the shell of your ear, voice rough but still affectionate, "I think I wanna practice every night until it’s not"

His hand slid down, resting over your lower belly, fingers splaying wide like he was already protecting something precious.

And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant it

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[himbodruid]

My Supernova

Sylus x Reader, delves into Sylus PoV

CW: death, injury, blood, gore, making Sylus cry, Zayne is bestie again

A mission gone wrong results in your death…or does it? And what happens when memories of a lifetime gone past resurface during a critical moment..

🔞RATED NSFW FOR THE ABOVE CW🔞

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You knew the dangers.

You knew, and yet you still insisted on investigating a part of a No Hunt zone close to the N109.

And you’d thought having two of the strongest evol bearers with you would guarantee a success.

What you hadn’t counted on was a wanderer feigning death to strike you with its last reserves of strength. You never should have let your guard down, but when you had your back turned to check the progress of Zayne and Sylus, it struck.

With its last rattling breaths, it thrust its sword-like appendage straight into your back. The impact sucked the breath from your lungs and sent searing pain through your whole body. And when you looked down, you could see the tip of it protruding from your chest.

That can’t be good, was your only fleeting thought. The beast disintegrated into ash, fluttering away on the wind. Your hand came up as if to catch it, but you grasped empty air. Then your vision began to blur, your steps faltered.

Sylus…

You turned to him just in time to watch him fell his opponent. He peeked over his shoulder at you with a cheeky grin on his face. But the grin fell when he saw your blood-covered hand holding your abdomen. There wasn’t really anything to hold in place, as the wound in your abdomen wasn’t quite large enough for anything to fall out. Hold it you did, though, in some futile effort to keep the blood from waterfalling from you.

His shout was far away, muffled by either distance or the adrenaline pulsing in your ears. You couldn’t tell, but your body was growing numb with each passing moment. Your knees hit the ground in a jarring impact that rattled your teeth.

A flurry of crimson-streaked shadows engulfed you one moment, and then the next you were being pulled into Sylus’s strong arms. Your vision danced with darkness, but the terror you saw on his face was one you never wanted to see again. He was stricken, cupping your face and begging you to stay with him. You desperately clung to consciousness, if only to tell him you would be okay.

Shakily you raised your hand to cup his cheek, smearing something red there. You peeled your hand away from his cheek to stare at it for a moment, trying to process what you were seeing. Oh. It was blood. Your blood.

Sylus cradled you in his lap, shouting over his shoulder to... You distantly heard him shout Zayne’s name, but it was like you were under water. Sounds and sensations were muffled, black spots dancing at the edge of your vision.

You stared into Sylus’s eyes, raising your hand again to cup his cheek. You ignored the blood this time, instead stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Beautiful.” The single word fell from your lips as a hoarse whisper, and then the darkness took over.

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“No, no, no, no,” Sylus chanted to himself. When he turned and saw her drenched in her own blood, stumbling, something in his heart constricted painfully. This was supposed to be nothing more than a simple intel mission, the wanderers weren't even a high level. How could this happen, especially when it felt like he’d just found her again.

Phasing into his crimson shadows was as natural as walking, allowing him to traverse greater distances with ease. And still it was too slow, he needed to be by her side now.

Finally, he gathered her in his arms, pulling her to him and cradling her limp body against his. Her breathing was a shallow wheeze as her diaphragm struggled to fully inflate due to damage. And, fuck, there was so much damage.

“Zayne!” He yelled, his panicked voice echoing across the clearing to the doctor. Zayne still fought against his wanderer, but the moment it fell he sprinted across the clearing.

“Stay with me, sweetheart,” he murmured to her over and over, stroking the side of her face in an effort to keep her awake.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. Her eyes were glazed, her focus wavering, and Sylus never felt a stab to his heart quite like this. Not even when she was the one driving the sword through it. And seeing this beautiful creature, whose soul was the scent of flowers in bloom, broken and dying in his arms…it was like she was plunging that sword into his chest all over again.

And that single, devastating word she uttered before going fully limp in his arms…

“What happened?” Zayne’s calm and commanding voice broke through the ringing in his ears.

“She was struck,” Sylus choked out. He felt a distinct sting in his eyes, his throat constricting, but he pushed the sensation back.

“Let me see.” Zayne’s voice dropped into a grave tone, and it sent a spike of fear coursing through Sylus’s blood. Despite some instinct wanting to keep her close, to keep her out of reach of the other man, he let him in.

Zayne did a thorough examination, and upon finding no pulse, he immediately began resuscitation attempts. But the damage was too great, she’d lost too much blood too quickly. Zayne sat back on his heels and gave a single shake of his head.

She was gone.

She was gone.

The one creature that could bring him to his knees, lively one moment and gone the next. Sylus gathered her back into his arms, cradling her limp form against him without a care for how her blood drenched him. A millennia traversing planes of existence, and he still forgot about the fragility of humans. He should have stayed by her side, he should never have turned his back, he should-

“Enough,” came Zayne’s calm voice again, breaking through Sylus’s tumbling despair. “We can’t think about the what-ifs at a time like this.”

Sylus knew that, of course. But it didn’t stop the torrent of self-loathing that coursed through him. He looked down at her, took in her beautiful face, her eyes that no longer shone. He brushed hair from her cheek, leaned down to kiss her forehead. That contact was what broke the dam on his grief.

She’s gone.

The sting in his eyes he felt earlier rose again so rapidly that he didn’t even have a moment to restrain it. And when a tear fell against her cheek, he realized what the sensation was. He’d never cried before, and here she was, drawing out another first from him in her death. He let it wash over him, clenching his eyes closed as he cradled her head against his chest and rocked back and forth with her.

Zayne sat in silence, trying to maintain his own composure at the sight of his best friend laying limply in the arms of someone he was growing to respect. He knew what her death meant, and he was trying to figure out how to explain it to the grief-stricken man in front of him. Zayne knew the Onychinus leader had been fond of her, but he hadn’t realized that they’d shared such a deep bond until now.

“Sylus,” he said softly. He got no response. He reached out a hand to grasp Sylus’s shoulder, but the man jerked back with a feral snarl and a flash of crimson shadows swirling around them. Zayne held up his hands in a placating manner, backing off only slightly when Sylus’s eyes narrowed on him. Something primal was at the surface, and only worked to confirm that he wasn’t human, as Zayne suspected.

“Sylus,” he said again, firm but calm. “There’s something that you need to know about her and what death means for her, but I will start with…this isn’t the end of the line for her.”

Sylus stared at him, the glare smoothing from his brow as he worked to rein in his emotions. The words sank in slowly, and Zayne could see the gears moving in his head as he processed what he said.

“Explain,” was all he said, gruffly.

“Several years ago, when I first became her attending physician, I gave her a file. In this file were logged entries that Josephine…ah, her ‘grandmother’…had made during their time with Ever. I don’t know how much she’s revealed to you, but she was once a subject of Ever.”

Zayne talked slowly, allowing time for Sylus to absorb his words, to bring that feral side of him under further control. The shadows dissipated, and Sylus straightened from his hunched posture, but he still held her to him.

“In these entries, Josephine outlined several instances where the aether core brought her back from death. Mind you, this is when she had only a partial core. There’s no saying how the aether core will react in its complete state.”

“Go on,” Sylus said. His voice was more present, with a hint of suspicion. Even just uttering the name Ever, Zayne saw his grip on her body tighten. He knew that Sylus had his own run-ins with the notorious company.

“In theory, roughly 24 hours from now, she will undergo this sort of…reset. The entries described it as a sort of explosion, and the second time they medically induced a death, she caused damage to the lab.”

“So what you’re saying…”

“That there is a very good chance that cycle will happen again, yes. But I have to warn you that…during each of those ‘resurrection’ cycles, her memories were seemingly erased. She still recognized patterns and could relearn things at an advanced rate but…now she’s an adult, and now she has a full aether core. So there’s no telling if she will be amnesiac again or not.”

Silence stretched between them. Sylus turned his attention back to her, cupping her cheek and wiping his tears off her face with the pad of his thumb. Zayne’s words gave him a dangerous sense of hope, one he tried desperately to quash. Because even if she had a history of going supernova and reviving, Zayne had said it happened when she was younger.

There were no guarantees it would happen now. Not to mention the whole memory loss thing.

And yet, he couldn’t help but hold onto that tiny glimmer of hope. He spent what felt like a lifetime looking for her, following the flowery scent of her soul until he finally found her in Linkon. The short months that she’d been terrified of him were some of the most frustrating moments of his life, but recent days had filled him with a bliss and contentment that he could never compare to any other lifetime.

But all of that was ripped from him in a moment of negligence. Even if she somehow came back from this, he didn’t know if he would ever be able to forgive himself.

“Come back to me, Kitten,” he murmured, throat constricting. With her eyes closed, resting in his arms, it was almost easy to disillusion himself that she was simply asleep. “I need you with me.”

He rested his forehead against hers, choking out one last begging word. “Please.”

Sylus sat with her for what felt like hours, cradling her against him, while Zayne secured the area. There wasn’t much more to clear after their initial brush with the wanderer group. When he returned, the two men set about creating a makeshift camp.

It hadn’t been part of any of their plans, but ever the strategist, Zayne came somewhat prepared with a tarp and a handful of blankets. Once a lean-to was set up, Sylus situated her so that she laid sandwiched between thick wool blankets.

The men sat some distance away, Zayne writing in his notebook and Sylus just…staring. He’d shown his weakness, his vulnerability to Zayne, but he couldn’t feel the least bit embarrassed about it. He knew Zayne could be trusted, that the good doctor wouldn’t exploit him.

A full day passed, then night. Sylus refused to sleep, instead keeping watch over Zayne while he dozed. Keeping watch over his beloved. The more that time went on, the more Sylus despaired. He should be ready to accept that she wouldn’t be waking back up, and yet…

It was late into the evening of the second day before anything happened. Zayne dozed off next to him, leaning against the same wide tree trunk as Sylus. There was an energy shift, something subtle in the air that Sylus could feel. The energy continued to gather until he could all but taste it, but when he looked at her, there was no visible difference. Spitting a curse, Sylus nudged Zayne awake and prepared for the possible emergence of more wanderers.

The blast happened so quick that Sylus barely had time to throw up an energy shield in front of himself and Zayne, which was followed closely by a wall of thick ice. Blinding golden light filled the valley and felt scorching hot licking against his skin. He pushed himself to his feet, using his shadows to shield himself from her radiance as he made cautious steps forward. The force of the blast nearly knocked him back several times, making him dig his boots into the soil beneath his feet.

He fell to his knees beside her just as the light seemed to absorb back into her body. Her back had been arched off the ground, but she now settled back against the soil and the blankets were nowhere to be seen. Upon closer inspection, the lean-to was also gone, and every tree within a wide radius had been ripped from their roots and felled. The only tree that remained standing close to the blast zone was the one he and Zayne had taken refuge against, but only because the combined power of Sylus and Zayne kept it standing.

The life-ending wound in her abdomen continued to glow as it stitched itself back together. Sylus was afraid to touch her, as if this phenomena could possibly be interrupted by touch. Sylus had never seen such a thing before, even during his time trawling through space and stealing from wealthy pieces of shit. He’d passed close to several supernovae, but none of them held the same kind of radiant brilliance as her golden-white light.

The wound disappeared right before his eyes, leaving only just a hole in her leathers where the puncture occurred. Not even a scar remained, only the smooth expanse of her creamy skin. But she did not stir, not even when he gathered her in his arms. She was almost too hot to touch, her skin boiling with the remnants of that strange power that erupted from her.

“Lay her back down, please, I need to examine her,” Zayne said, clamping a hand on Sylus’s shoulder. Reluctantly, Sylus complied and shuffled back so Zayne could examine and take his notes.

“Why isn’t she waking up,” he said with a hard voice, giving Zayne pause from his pen scratching.

“I can’t be certain, but one of the experiments resulted in a 24 hour period before her heart restarted. We may see the same resu-“

A large gasping intake of breath interrupted Zayne, her breath coming back to her in a sudden gust. She spluttered and coughed, clenching her eyes closed. Sylus moved to get closer, to pull her back into his arms, but Zayne held up a hand.

“Hello, Unicorn,” Zayne said in a clinical tone that made Sylus uncomfortable. Sylus tilted his head at the name, but he was waved off with promise of a later explanation.

“Wh-whe,” her mouth struggled to form words and her brow knit in frustration. After several more tries, and a bottle of water offered by Zayne, she was finally able to form coherent words. “Where am I?”

“You are in a No Hunt zone just north of Linkon city. What do you remember?”

Zayne went about taking her vitals while she tried her best to think. Sylus sat back in a daze, amazed at what he was seeing. She was alive. She was alive. Sylus didn’t even care about how it was possible, all that matter was that she’d returned to him.

He let his eyes drift over her face as she took in her surroundings. She hadn’t yet seen him, but there would be plenty of time for that later. He was lost to his thoughts when he heard her sudden keening wail. He refocused his gaze on her, moving forward despite Zayne’s instruction for space.

And when he heard the words tumbling from her lips, his heart stuttered painfully in his chest.

“My dragon…my dragon is gone. My dragon is gone!”

He reached out to her to calm her hysterics, turning her so she faced him. He cupped her face in his hands and leveled his gaze with hers. “I’m right here, sweetheart.”

Her eyes widened at his choked words, tears still streaming steadily from them. She tentatively reached out, brushing fingertips against his cheek, almost like she couldn’t believe he was real.

Then she threw her arms around his neck, her sobbing renewed. She cried into his shoulder, muttering “my dragon, I’m sorry” over and over. He clung to her just as desperately as she clung to him, burying his face in her hair. He felt the now-familiar sting in his eyes again, this time letting it wash over him.

She cried until exhaustion took her over. Fear gripped him until he realized he could still feel her pulse under his touch. He kept her close, up until he settled her in his bed.

After long discussions with Zayne, the two men agreed that they would omit the truth of what happened. Zayne explained that if her resurrection reached Ever, her safety would be further compromised and they would renew efforts to collect her. He also went on to explain the origin of the name Unicorn, while Sylus provided an explanation for why she called him a dragon.

When she woke again, she had no recollection of what transpired in that field. Sylus thought he would be disappointed again, but he was actually grateful that she was able to escape the pain of it. It didn’t matter to him anymore that she no longer remembered him from their previous existence.

Instead, he would do anything and everything in his power to ensure this existence was filled with his love and admiration.

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The weeks following your ‘resurrection’ were a flurry of activity. The memory of what happened was fuzzy at best; you remember waking confused, and then everything was blank after that. You assumed you’d passed out, as the next thing you remember was waking up in Sylus’s bed. You were glad the amnesia was only temporary, because navigating through things and not being able to remember was frustrating at best. There were still some pieces missing, but you had hopes that those would come back to you in time.

Nobody talked about what happened in that field. There was something in the way that Sylus tenderly cupped your face, the way his eyes searched yours for something. You didn’t know what he was looking for, but you knew it had to do with what happened that day. Whispers of a dragon could be heard whenever you eavesdropped on his conversations with Zayne, but you didn’t know how it was connected.

The Association put you on administrative leave to give you time to recover, and during that period, Sylus doted on you relentlessly. He made sure you never wanted for anything, hovering and catering to your every need. It would be suffocating if you didn’t find it adorable that the big bad leader of Onychinus was in tatters over a girl.

Zayne also stopped by frequently to assess your progress, and you couldn’t remember how or why Zayne became familiar with Onychinus and Sylus. You got the impression that it was from a different injury, something involving bullets, but that was a stubborn memory that wouldn’t come out of hiding.

No matter, you felt safe and loved with the care and attention the two men gave you. And while your recovery included a myriad of missing memories, you were able to return to normal regardless.

[nanivinsmoke]

american wedding.

heavily influenced by frank ocean’s song.

summary: when your past interferes with your future, your heart decides for you.

cw: toji x fem!reader, 18+ smut reader is getting married, affair, reader is in her mid twenties, toji’s in his early forties, rough sex, kissing, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, etc….

an: lowkey hate this but im back!

fuck.

you knew you fucked up. big time.

but, you couldn’t stop yourself. you were already too far gone and besides, you didn’t want him to stop.

when toji showed at your wedding, you were confused. the two of you broke up months ago. you weren’t on the same terms. you wanted to get married and have kids and he….he didn’t. you two had a big ass fight, saying hurtful words to each other, before you stormed out of his life—and into the arms of another man. your husband.

you hadn’t thought about him one bit. liar. toji plagued your mind daily. you thought about him nonstop, even when you and your new man were intimate. you heart was forever his. and it didn’t surprise you to see how you ended up in his grasp again.

toji pulled you off to a room during your reception. you were glad everyone was distracted where they didn’t see you run off with your ex. and hopefully they would stay distracted while his hands roamed your body.

the white mini dress that you changed into was discarded and tossed somewhere in the room, while he kissed from your lips down to your breasts. he stopped to take a look at you, appreciating the change your body made. hips got wider. ass got plumper and your thighs matched. toji couldn’t help but to shake his head, which made you raise an eyebrow.

“what?” you asked, staring right into his dark blue eyes. “nun, just appreciating how good you look. damn,” he bit his lip and took one more look at you before removing your matching white lace set. toji reattached his lips with yours while his right hand slid down to your cunt; immediately playing with your wetness.

“shit, mama’s. forgot how wet you could get.” his lewd words had your knees buckling and your nipples hardening even more. you met his touch by grinding your pussy in his palm, wetting it up by the second.

the way your body reacted to him, let alone his touch was astounding. you were his desperate just marrying another man.

each time you grinding against his palm, your clit throbbed and more of your essence dripped out, coating his hand completely. the sound of your wetness filled the room along with the soft sounds moans. you wanted to keep quiet, but this felt way too good.

he knew you were gonna cum. from the way you started to pick up the pace & grabbed on his sleeve a little tighter. “go ahead mama. make a mess.” and on command you let go and gushed all over his hand, squirting a little bit as well.

you were panting, body hot, waiting for him to drop his pants and stick it in you. you needed it bad. “please……—i need it.” hearing you beg for it, turned toji on even more. not wasting anytime, given the circumstances you both were in, he pulled his slacks down and his underwear—revealing his fat cock.

the pool of precum hanging from his tip had drooling and you wanted to suck it so bad. however, she started to drool some more. he held up your leg even higher and angled his tip right at your entrance, purposely sliding across your clit, making a soft moan escape your plump lips.

“fuck, toji. stop tea—oh my fuck!”

a smirk was etched on his face once he pushed himself inside of you, groaning at how tight and wet you felt, walls clinging to his dick immediately. toji thought about taking it slow with you, letting you get used to his size again, but he couldn’t. you felt way too good.

he was stretching you out with each stroke. it felt so good, you felt it all over your body and the way he was fucking you nearly brung you to tears. hopefully your makeup won't be ruined.

toji moved his hands and placed them on your fat ass, gripping it as he repeatedly slammed himself inside of you. biting his shoulder, your moans were muffled while he made your pussy his once more. the sounds of skin slapping and your cunt squelching had him losing his mind—he was so close to bottoming out inside of you. fuck, he needed to. but, he wanted you to get yours once more.

you leaned back and looked into his eyes, looking at him while he fucked you. “fuckkkk….daddy. ‘so good. m’ gonna—“ before you could even get the rest of your words out, the two of you heard a knock at the door, halting both of your movements. reality and guilt took over you as you thought about your husband, who could possibly be on the other side of the door.

you looked at toji and then back at door, clearing your throat before you spoke. “kind of busy!”

“oh! girl where have you been? we’d been looking for you and it’s almost time to cut the cake!” you were relieved that person on the other side was your maid of honor, yuki. “wanted to check out my gifts—OH MY FUCK!” at that moment, toji decided to slam himself right back inside of you.

your eyes rolled back and your cunt fluttered, a moan threating to leave you lips. you looked at toji who wore a smug look on his face, before he continued his movements, mouthing for you to keep talking. “what the hell was that? you okay?” yuki asked and you whimpered softly, as his tip rubbed right against your spot.

“yeah! just seen….a gift I wanted. I’ll be out soon!” toji pulled out and swiftly turned you around, ass facing him while you faced the door, pounding your shit from the back. you were so, so, so close and you hoped she would walk away before you came.

“okay girl. I’ll tell them that you were fixing your makeup and that you’ll be coming out soon” as soon as you heard her heels fade in the background, toji reached around and played with your clit; causing you to finally let go and cum.

your mind went blank as you creamed all over his dick, legs almost giving out from the intensity of your orgasm. he didn’t stop fucking you though. his kept slamming his hard dick inside of you, until you felt him spurt his thick load inside of you. toji held onto you tightly, twitching inside of you until he finally pulled out, causing his load to slowly drip out of you.

grabbing your things, toji helped you get dressed before pulling you in a tight embrace. “run away with me.” his words caught you off guard, making your eyes widen. “w-what? toji i can’t—im married.”

“i love you. run away with me. can’t live without you.” you couldn’t believe it. was he actually serious?

he was. you saw it in his eyes.

and just like your heart wanted, you ran away with him. leaving your husband alone to be with the man who always had your heart.

[casinorabbit]

If Yuuna was hating the situation now, once she was all alone and lucid, she will hate it even more so.

She hated how much control Jeanne had, and how she was falling for all these sensations of ecstasy that tricked her into the lies of this being as good as the first time. That illusions Yuuna had when younger of, maybe having a chance to have a happy ever after with the love of her life.

The bunny girl's mind was clouded by all these sensations and feelings that overwhelmed her senses, making her to almost reset to point one when she first tasted the sweet honey called 'sex'.

Every time she came, her jaw dropped, drooling at this point and unable to look anywhere that weren't Jeanne's eyes. She almost felt as if those red orbs could burn her own retinas if she looked at them for long enough, but in a sense, she was already getting blinded to the truth- her mind replacing it how it could with the pleasure, the release of all the other good sensations that could balance with the horrible things that happened here tonight.

Her eyes, even if mainly staring at the witch's, rolled from time to time; her mind partially not there, and her whines becoming louder the more that her body twitched.

"H-HMNGAH!~…B-Belle-sama!!-…i-it feels…it feels so good-…"

She even had no doubt she would have to fuck herself to thoughts of this. Even if Jeanne poisoned her mind and soul with all of this, Yuuna was already cursed to have her hypersexuality flare up when she least expected it…

…and if she was already pretty affected by it, even remembering simple encounters of the day when she was alone for long enough. Then Jeanne coming to her mind and making her restless and needy was going to hit her even harder than before.

With their lips meeting again, the dancer was starting to lose her focus, not being able to reciprocate it as passionately as before as she broke inside, but she wasn't opposed to continue it at all. In fact, the moment that thing inside of her hit her that hard, the bunny girl's tail vibrated and she bit down on Jeanne's bottom lip before letting out a louder moan, mixed with a small scream of pleasure as she could feel squirting this time around.

It would be a shame if she wasn't shameless, but it just meant Yuuna was being pushed to the limit of her pleasure, having the chance of remembering how it felt to feel so GOOD that she ended up squirting.

The bartender…Sanae. She managed to make her squirt once that one night. There she thought she was sent to Heaven by the ex-idol, but it was here that Yuuna would taste the forbidden apple from Jeanne's hands.

She felt so full between the two items invading her holes…the witch was abusing her sweet spots at the same time, to not say that being tied like this, used, handled so easily, turned her on even if she didn't want to admit it here. The witch had invaded her mind, anyway, so it's not like she could avoid the truth at all time.

And she came again; her body starting to feel a little sore from the session, although, she knew it would hurt even more so tomorrow.

Would that stop her from indulging in sex? Probably not. She knew from experience it was inevitable, and she refused to get medicated.

"B-B…B-Belle-sama~…B-BELLE-SAMA!~…" Her ears fell back and twitched gently, only did her subconscious know that she would regret all of this tomorrow. It would fall on her.

Her exes were quick to fixate on that trail of red that flowed from the witch's lips again; breathing becoming irregular and heavy when her body started to ask for another taste like a drug she couldn't get enough of.

"I-I will be your good girl…p-please…y-your little rabbit in heat…I-I'm all yours…b-but please…"

When the blonde's lips meets her for a last time, Yuuna is re-activated by the taste of that blood, bolting her awake and making sure to lick, suck, and even bite a little more in an attempt to squeeze a bit more of that blood out.

Her eyes are half-closed through the process, desperate and groaning, but soon they open wide when Jeanne modifies her libido to feel it even stronger. As intended, she drowns in the kiss, screaming against the witch's lips and letting her back arch as much as she's allowed to do so, coming into her orgasm and starting to squirt again, although, this time, it takes longer for her to come down the high.

Squirming, moaning repeatedly and panting heavily as her body and consequently, her mind, are abused into an ecstasy that she will only be able to find with the witch.

Her mind hates her, but it's also infatuated with the woman. She would stab her right now, but she would also serve her like a loyal dog.

The dancer feels like a real prey animal that fell in the hands of a not-so-lovely wolf.

…why did she deserve to end up here?

How cruel it was for Jeanne to maintain their eye contact, to witness such colorful emotion, but to return to Yuuna eyes devoid of any true feelings or connection. Perhaps that's the worst part of it, that Yuuna might be made to feel all these things, with someone who was undoubtedly, incapable or uncaring to ever feel any of this back.

The fact she could make someone feel so loved, without truly controlling their mind, merely undoing so much pain and misery, so much experience wiped away just to enjoy this moment again. To have that power, and yet decide to abuse it so thoroughly. That was cruelty.

"Ohh Yuuna~ My cute bunny, you want and want. Hush~" Jeanne inches her closer, whatever is pushing inside Yuuna seems to fill the space perfectly, snug and deep. Yet as Jeanne said, the exact feeling of it, is being robbed from her.

It's like a ghost feeling, like it's not even properly there, and with such a foreign sensation Jeanne still refuses to allow Yuuna to look.

"You're already mine, and you'll remember it with every girl you find yourself clung to. They'll tame you, they'll rock your world I'm sure, but at the night's end... you'll still be at home fingering yourself, wondering when Belle-sama is going to visit."

Another kiss, like Jeanne is using it to dispel the mystery of what she put inside. As their lips meet, as Jeanne teases her tongue, the sensation of something hot and burning returns to Yuuna all at once. The last few minutes of Jeanne pushing that real shaft inside of her, hits the poor bunny like a tidal wave of feeling.

Yet she doesn't let go still, their kiss drags on as Jeanne stands with Yuuna. The girl being so light, she allowed them to sink onto that shaft as it reaches deeper and deeper, textures and strange like a witch could make. Like it's a rare toy turned real, perhaps it's too scary for Yuuna to look at directly. Or maybe Jeanne just wants to see her eyes as she loses her mind, the bindings holding her warming up a little as the toy inside her rear pistons faster.

"Fuwah~" A soft bounce given, Yuuna's carried so easy and pushed around so harshly by just the sheer movement of Jeanne's hips.

The witch bites her lip one last time, to trickle red for Yuuna's eyes to see. "Come~ One last kiss, one last taste of my blood to bring this sensational moment to a close. Be a good girl, cum into your brain's numb Yuuna."

Those lips meet hers one last time, taking one hand away form Yuuna's cheek, the other holding her chin so firmly as the pace below her rapidly picks up.

Jeanne's extra hand glides down to Yuuna' chest, the same place she changed her sensitivity the first time. And slowly, it rises up. Drawing that line as her pace increases as Yuuna is trapped in that kiss.

Not as high as the last time but part way up her body, to consume her in this moment as Jeanne hilts the poor bunny on her formed shaft. Trapped in an unending kiss as Yuuna gets what she wished for, that hot filling feeling amidst her orgasms, the toy in her rear pushed all the way in, spurting the same hot feeling. While warm blood trickles down her mouth into her throat.

[wisteriasymphony]

every time a tumblr post mlb rewrite mentions the fact that they're taking out marinette's 'obsessive stalker' characteristics an angel gets run over by a steamroller and fucking dies

[casinorabbit]

It was almost ironic how everyone's mind always ended up thinking of someone else. Perhaps Yuuna wasn't aware yet because she wanted to forget really badly about Jeanne, but the witch would eventually come back as flashes in her mind once she realizes that getting off here, with Flavia, wouldn't feel like enough.

She's been used to that feeling. It's why she always chased going at it over and over again…why her body seemed restless with getting horny even when she least needed it, often becoming a problem when it got in the way of her normal activities.

Now she was here, feeling that generously-sized member against her crotch, getting the needy bunny to whimper a bit more; arms making sure to keep the other girl close.

She doesn't even resist when Flavia uses one of her hands to take her jaw in order to move her head. She's fine with the other biting, kissing or sucking. In fact, a hot breath of her own escapes her lips when she can feel Flavia's own breathing against her sensitive skin.

"F-Fuck…y-you're still saving me, big girl-…h-hmn-…" The moment Flavia frees that cock and lets it slap against her soaking cunt, the bunny girl would push her hips against it more by mere instinct; rabbit ears falling back for a moment when those teeth start to mark her skin.

She has to do her best to swallow a soft yelp from it, but she liked it, shivering violently as her tail vibrated and wanting…NEEDING more of it.

She can feel Flavia missing with the first thrust, but all the dancer does is lift one of her legs a bit more to align herself with Flavia better, until she can finally feel that hand over her mouth, and the girthy member getting inside her. It slides in perfectly, not only because of how wet Yuuna was, but also because her body have wanted it, so her inner walls don't get tight until she's filled and they can hug the invader.

Yuuna's inhibitions are still broken due to the alcohol and the drugs fueling her body, so even with that hand over her mouth, the bunny girl would end up moaning as soon as she was bitten again and Flavia started to ram her hips against hers, inevitably so even if she partially tried to swallow her sounds.

She's almost aggressive in her movements, but Yuuna likes them all the same, although perhaps as expected, as soon s her mouth is uncovered and all that's left is Flavia's thumb over her lip, the bunny girl lets these part so a few successive moans could escape her throat, almost desperately.

As she hugged Flavia closer, the dancer would rest her head against the wall, while trying to let her leg move and flex, perhaps in hopes that the other would actually pick her.

"H-Hmngha!~…h-haaaahn!~…" Her greedy walls tightened against Flavia's temporal dick as if her life depended on it, following every one of her breaths as if she was going to break. And god, she loved the sounds they made together. It was hard to ignore how lewd hips against hips echoed in the alley, specially with thrusts so wet.

"H-Hmngh!~...m-my god-...g-girl!...h-hmn!!~...y-you really wanted and needed this too, h-huh?...h-hahn!~..."

Yuuna's words are almost unhealthy for Flavia to hear, in a moment of sudden shock and layered commands from that first experience surfacing. To hear Yuuna so encouraging towards desires that the bunny has no idea Flavia's suppressing, even the mention of being rough.

Her breathing accelerated, she feels like she did when Ame pulled her on top. Even now thinking about her, maybe it's how Miku felt, thinking about another woman. Perhaps Yuuna does the same? So many thoughts hampering her mind, Flavia hardly notices how much she's already pushing that gift against Yuuna.

"C-claim but... it's ... we're.." In public, barely out of sight? Even as her mind goes over those worries, her hands fall prey to passions. As Flavia huffs her hot breath on one side of Yuuna's neck, the other is caressed by her hand before taking her jaw and turning her head away.

The other pulls that thin fabric underneath her skirt just off to the side, letting that heated thing slap against Yuuna before her wet entrance pushed against it.

"I..I'm not trying to.. it's.. I was saving you Yuuna, and now.." She can't handle it, Edina's changes urge her to bite, and so she does. Those adorable fangs push into Yuuna's skin, enough to mark them but not enough to pierce for blood.

It's a bite that surges through her body, pausing her hips to push forward with a small thrust. The first push misses, but as she aligns herself for the second, her hand holding Yuuna's chin slides up over her mouth.

The next push slots it right in, suddenly, the size and shape Yuuna desires is made and now stretches her inner walls as if Flavia was made for her.

Her fangs bite just a little harder, arousing her more before breaking her nibble to bury her face into Yuuna's shoulder. Realizing now that she's become just like the people she saved Yuuna from, ramming her hips so roughly into this horny rabbit...

Rabbit... the reminder of that woman only spurs her on, almost like there's a tinge of anger in her movements. Though only for a moment, sliding her hand off Yuuna's mouth but leaving her thumb to push against her lips.

"Yuuna.." Would she be loud, would Flavia have to cover her mouth again? It's not like her sudden and rough motions had stopped, so transfixed in the allure of this odd rabbit.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

i love her,,,,,,,,,

[missmungoe]

“You’re such a pretty man,” Makino sighed, touching her fingertips to his cheek, before rubbing his beard with her thumb. “Your wife is very lucky. Oh—hey.” Her whole expression brightened, her smile entirely cheeky. “That’s me.”

Shanks grinned, delighted. “You are absolutely hammered, aren’t you?”

“Hmm, I think I’m about to be.” She frowned. “Wait—was that not a euphemism?”

My masked Zorro, the unbelievably generous and tantalisingly mysterious Cover Anon, sweeps in once more with another gorgeous cover from Shanties, this time for Penelope (aka, the wedding fic, my beloved), by the incredible @sacred_pirate on twitter.

I...don't know how it's possible to capture the way a fic exists in my mind so perfectly it's like the artist reached into my soul, and yet that's what this feels like. This is one of the most beautiful artworks I've ever seen, and I can't believe it's from my fic, and this fic.

[beevean]

The more I think about S4 and how much of a rushjob the Styria plotline was, the more amazed I am at the utter failure that the ring is. When you really, really think in detail about how it works, it's so easy to see the gaps in logic in it.

What were the issues of using Hector to create an army for the Styrian council?

He would be able to create an army for himself that he could sic against the sisters. The ring allows them to assume control of the Night Creatures. We only see this as a short flash when Hector forges a creature, but he has to cut his own finger to force his army to stop attacking Isaac, so the ring had solved this. One point!

He doesn't want to be there. The ring binds him to the castle. However, considering Hector's plan apparently involved creating an escape channel that would connect his forge to Carmilla's quarters at the top, which he apparently planned to use to run away ("I had to assume I might be running from the top of the castle one day"), it seems that his own magic would have been strong enough to break the spell.

Striga wants to strike the iron while it's hot and take advantage of the chaos in the region, and Lenore is taking too much time in "domesticating" him with good ol' fashioned gaslighting and manipulation. The ring brutally speeds things up: this could have been a nice plot point to show how prideful and eager to prove herself Lenore is, but in S4's quest to woobiefy her, it goes nowhere. Still, it can be seen as an answer to Striga's issue, so two points.

However, in the same scene, Striga also points out the paradox of relying on dead bodies to make an army when they need living humans to feed. This is straight up an issue with using a Forgemaster, not the way Hector would be made to work. And she is right! But while we see mercenaries in the castle when Isaac assaults it, this problem never comes up again, and Hector is delivered as many bodies as he needs. This logic paradox is completely ignored for the sake of pretending Lenore "won".

He doesn't want to work for people who hurt him. Lenore was actually doing a good job at convincing him to work for them with solid reasons, such as the fact that they shared the same plan and Lenore was willing to improve his life conditions and, by the time the idea of mercenaries comes up, she liked him enough that she was his only chance of being kept alive... then she raped him to put the ring on him, and as the beginning of S4 shows, Hector can stall for time as much as he wants. He still doesn't want to work, as we see later he's actually doing things behind everyone's backs, and nothing forces him to obey any orders. Lenore, his own mistress, has to plead to get him to move on!

That's two out of five, by the way, and one point only lead to bad consequences.

Lenore really did the exact same thing Carmilla was chastized for, breaking Hector's trust before securing his cooperation, and the story... is odd from now on. If you lay down the events, it seems that the ring's failure was an intentional plot beat: of course Hector would refuse to work for the woman who betrayed him. It looks like an honest mistake on Lenore's part, much like Carmilla beating him and then expecting him to do her bidding. But Hector actually doesn't display any anger like he did for Carmilla, and the two are on good terms... even though he planned to run away and bring back Dracula... even though he also waited for Isaac to kill him... even though he spares Lenore's life because she doesn't deserve to be hurt... even though he completely destroyed her life by causing Carmilla's death...? I honestly don't understand if it's a writing failure or not... which makes it inherently a writing failure lol. At least Carmilla got thoroughly called out for her idiocy.

The more I think about it, the more this mess seems to be caused by two ideas badly meshed together: it's possible that in the first draft, Hector was meant to betray Lenore and the others (remember the foreshadowing with the fireplace), which would explain his plotting behind the scenes, his little "thanks again for that", and the way he caused Styria's downfall... but then someone in the team decided to ship Hector and Lenore together, so the ring got completely nullified to remove as many reminders of her past cruelty as possible and he displays zero emotions other than vague fondness for her. With this in mind, it becomes effectively impossible to determine if the ring's ineffectualness was planned to facilitate Hector's revenge or was a result of rushed writing to facilitate Lenector.

A very, very simple solution to this entire mess would have been revealing that Lenore... never wanted Hector to work in the first place. She didn't like Carmilla's plan, but she wanted to save his life because she found him cute and wanted a sex slave pet, and she knew that the others were waiting for a good reason to get rid of him. So it was for her sake, and in her mind Hector's, but not for the council, who was planning to do something she didn't approve of and doesn't respect her anyway. That would have been nice, fit Lenore's established moral code (to be fair, she does look a little miffed at the idea of keeping humans in pens, and while she tells Hector that it's their plan, it's obvious she's only trying to manipulate him and has no feelings on the matter), and very selfish personality. Who cares about the livestock? She wants this new puppy! And she'll save it from mean Carmilla, because despite all the gaslighting and sexual coercion and trickery, she is a good person and likes feeling good! And if she can stick it to Striga who underestimated her, even better!

In short: no, the ring wasn't meant to work, only keep Hector docile!

I like this idea of Lenore having her own agenda and being with the council only out of mutual convenience: they don't like her but use her, and same goes for her. As long as they live nicely without causing issues, she cooperates, but Carmilla's plan is idiotic, so she snatches the pet for herself: from there, it's easier to have an arc where she grows to care for Hector as a person, without the pressure of the council who she doesn't care for in the first place, being fully aware of being nothing more than a tool to them (hint hint). And Hector can be as torn as he is supposed to be, but ultimately choosing to make Styria fall and only keep Lenore alive, but in a way that crushes her heart.

And since it's common to whitewash Lenore in S3 and assume she was a better person than what she actually was, no, I don't believe this was the intention:

Lenore wouldn't have pitched her deal to Carmilla, which was "he'll work for us in exchange for the freedom of the castle". She wouldn't have even set up the expectations, because then no shit Carmilla would get "very cross". She could have kept it for herself and agreed with Striga's suggestion to hire mercenaries.

In fact, the very first perk of the ring she mentions is that now Hector's Night Creatures would obey the council as well, eliminating the danger of him using them to attack them. This is literally the only function of the ring that is shown in S4. Lenore expected Hector to work for them and was happy to reassure the sisters that he was no longer a threat.

In fact, she didn't even need to coerce him in the first place! By the time Lenore decides to resort to rape by deception, Hector already trusted her and saw her as a source of comfort and protection. With the reveal that Carmilla was considering using mercenaries, i.e. no longer needed him, Lenore became the only person he could cling to to be safe. He would have pledged loyalty by himself - hell, he would have accepted a binding ring - if Lenore just asked. She literally only raped him for her own sadistic satisfaction.

Morana had suggested to use mercenaries to solve the issue of having to kill people for the sake of an army, which would have taken away resources from the livestock. If Lenore truly disliked the plan from the get go, this was the perfect compromise. She could have enslaved Hector for herself for the sake of saving his life, but instead, she chose to make him a forced worker, indirectly contributing to all the lives being taken for the sake of the army. This proves that her main concern was not mercy, not to the humans nor to Hector, but gloating about her accomplishment and feeling important to the council.

In the dick jokes scene, Lenore sounds worried that she can't keep Carmilla at bay, but her solution is pleading pretty please for Hector to work, in a tone that implies that it's what she expects from him as well. The complete lack of apology for any morally questionable action she has taken doesn't help assuage the impression - as I have stated multiple times, the show is not subtle, and if Lenore meant to go behind Carmilla's back and was deliberately being twofaced, she would have admitted it.

The entire tone of the scene where Lenore gloats to the sisters for enslaving Hector is "see? I'm just as good as you! I'm not a stupid little girl, I'm smart and important! So there for underestimating me!". It was not about Hector. It was about her reputation. Which, incidentally, is exactly what she moans about in S4, that she will stop being important to the council after she solved "Hector's problem".

So yes, Lenore really expected Hector to work for her after breaking his heart, and pulled the mother of all shockedpikachufaces.jpg when he didn't. Although he still fell in love with her. Although he still planned to betray all of them. Although he still cared to save her life letting everyone else die.

It's just amazing to me. The more I try to meet the writing from different angles, the more issues I find. true peak.

I guess I can chalk this up to yet another way I could fix the plotline: have Lenore be a wild card in the council, and have her using everyone around her, to the point that no one can trust her, and she's only a Queen because someone like her is best to have as an ally and not as an enemy. Only after Hector betrays her, she starts to regret her actions: because for the first time in her existence, she had grown to care about someone other than herself, but by then, the damage was irreparable.

[dariasonlinedairy]

I fucking hate this bitches in my classsss,like,they're so fake, yesterday 3 of them kept calling me and they were fighting and i didn't wanted to get involved and like they kept yelling at eachother and they asked me about my true opinions about them and i said what it was on my soul and the next day at school (like today) they keep bulling me and calling me a fake but in reality they're just some fake little bitches who are so horny and stupid they'll suck their own's enemy dick.. oh and now all of the class is gossiping that i fucking like the same skater guy but i can't help it!! i know he aint dumb, he just acts like that but them? they are dumbasses, like literally, i hope those girls fall off the stairs bc i can't stand them anymore + the sui thoughts are comming back and my wrists are sooo fuckinnggg numbbb

[iwatcheditbegin]

While we’re here, Yapping about “how much healthier” someone looks is also invasive and unwarranted comments about someone’s body