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lunarosewood23 · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite2022 Prompt 16: Deiform

LEMONY CONTENT WARNING AHEAD

Skirted this in a google doc 30 minutes before time but the horny goblin brain has struck and hopefully this isn't utter garbage. Zephirin/OC, ft @inkblood-mistrieu's Kaia (who she has given me full permission to write with and actively encourages me to write spice with her characters). I also blame @beasthuntergalvus and @herohikara-wol, they enabled me, though I think after all the sad prompts Zephirin can have some sexy time with his wife, as a treat!

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She was so intoxicating...

Zephirin shivered, his ears burned as he ran his hands over her. "Will you tell me if I..."

"I will love. Your hands feel so good..." Kaia assured as she pulled him down for a kiss. "Touch me, eat me out, make love to me, do whatever you like. I'm yours."

The crassness of her words made his face burn all the more but he nodded as he slowly pressed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He tried to keep his hands in more "acceptable" places but she gently squeezed his hands in an attempt to assure him he could do more, she was so relaxed and pliant under him as he drifted lower.

His hands found her breasts and he gave them a gentle squeeze, and he watched her give a soft gasp in response, though he tried to not keep her waiting too long. He pressed the most loving of kisses against her skin, along her breasts and going along her stomach, she was gorgeous, as though Halone hand chose her of all the people in this world to give to him.

How lucky he was...

"Zephirin? My knight, are you okay? Do you want to stop?" Kaia asked him, and he blinked, a flush of embarrassment dusting his already red cheeks.

"Forgive me, I was so caught up by how breath-taking you are. Such a deiform sight, I thought for a moment Halone graced Herself before me in you." He admits, which earns him a laugh, a blush dusting her cheeks.

"Such high praise from an angel made flesh. Though please don't stop, you feel wonderful." She replied with a smile, then shivered as he pressed kisses along her inner thighs.

He stared up at her through his lashes as he squeezed her thighs, spreading them apart to get to her opening to find her already wanting.

"Blessed Fury...already?" He breathed as he ran a finger along her opening only to rub circles around her clit.

A low moan was his response. "Of course love-mmm!!" She tried to say but he cut her off with a slow, experimental drag of his tongue. Hands dove into his soft blonde hair and he felt her legs drape over his back.

He mentally cursed his lack of experience, but he teased her opening, running his tongue along her folds and tracing circles along her clit, testing to see what noises he could draw out of her.

"You feel so good love...oh Twelve do that again!" She moaned when he rubbed his tongue along her clit. He moaned when she felt her thighs squeeze slightly around his head and teasing his ears. "More love..."

Oh he couldn't deny her. Even though his cock ached from denying himself even some pleasure he gave to her more and more as she asked, minding his teeth and trying to see what would draw out her release.

"Zephirin!!" She cried out as she rolled her hips against him, her thighs squeezing against his head as she came, her quim tart yet so sweet on his tongue. He slowly pulled away to press a kiss to her thigh, gazing up at her through his lashes, waiting for her to come down. "Oh my knight, so good...come here."

He crawled up on top of her only to be pulled down in a kiss, and felt her shiver under him when she felt him. "Don't deny yourself love, you feel so good."

He tried to say he wanted to give her more before he took for himself, but the words died on his lips when she reached between them to lightly stroke his cock. He gasped at her touch, his face burned all the way to his ears as he lightly rocked into her hand.

"I...I wanted to-!" He tried again but ended up biting on a knuckle to stop the low moan that tried to escape his throat. "Kaia...please..."

"Don't deny yourself, take what you want. Let me see you, hear you. I love you." She soothed as she took the hand he was using to cover his mouth and pulled him closer to where his cock lined up with her opening.

"I love you too." He breathed. "By the Fury I love you so much..."

"It's alright. Make love to me Zephirin."

The way she said his name in that moment seemed to hit something in his brain and he slowly slid into her, trying to not go too fast that he would possibly hurt her. Both of them let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of finally being joined so intimately, she was so tight despite her falling over the edge a little before. Her back arched into him and he watched her eyes roll back slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist to drag him closer. He brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss, trying to let her adjust to him before he moved, despite everything in him wanting to move.

"So good my knight...you can move." She breathed against his lips. "Don't hold back alright? I'm not gonna break so easily."

He moaned softly as he slowly thrust into her, the rhythm shaky but no less wonderful, and she met his thrusts with her hips as he wrapped an arm around her back while a hand found hers.

Somewhere amidst the hazy pleasure his lips found hers again, sharing messy kisses as a hand dove into his hair and brushed against his ear, making him shudder, his hips faltering only to speed up in pace.

"Twelve yes please~" She cried out. "More love, so good, harder..."

He couldn't refuse her, not when she asked like that. Oh she felt so good, the way she squeezed around him within and held him brought him so close already.

"I'm so close love...want you to fall with me, please, what can I-" He panted against her lips.

"'m there too, just a little-ah!! Zephirin!!"

She climaxed, the way she squeezed around him sent him hurtling over the edge and he hilted deep inside of her, spilling his seed and leaving him boneless on top of her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, breathless and relaxed.

"That was amazing love..." She purred in content, her arms wrapped around him. "You are amazing."

He blushed, his cheeks felt as though they'd be stained red if she kept up with her praise.

"You are moreso. I...I really do appreciate you. I love you."

"I love you too."

#FFXIVWrite2022 #Reforged Heart #Zephirin de Valhourdin #Kaia Jiang #Lemony content

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thecreaturecrossroads · 2 years

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Pre-Dinner Treat

@terato-haven continued from Hair Pull

Aisling had not suspected a thing when Sol arrived on the scene. She had pulled out most of the ingredients to make sort of a seafood paella, with a less grain filled option for Sol and Alven. She’d boiled and diced some potatoes so she could sauté those in with bacon and the shrimps and herbs. When he prowled in she thought he was a little early, but still thought nothing of it. Just warbling a happy greeting to him as she kept on arranging things how she needed them to be before she started cooking.

But then he was come up behind her and had started pawing at her body.

“Och~! Hungry fer somethin else are we Acushla?” she breathed as he gathered her against him and leaned in for her neck. She couldn’t help the shudder and groan that escaped her mouth, and how her feathers fluffed up. Her head tipped to give him more room and when he started leading her somewhere else she gave the barest noise of complaint before complying completely. She was all too willing to let him take the lead. It was a privilege she afforded only to him and her few ‘specials’. Aisling happily bent right over the table for him. She groaned and laughed a little while he stripped her plump ass of clothes. And giggled wickedly when he got impatient and just left half her clothes on. That just turned her on even more, knowing he was that eager to play with her and she wiggled her tailfeather’s at her with a cheeky little smile on her face. “Takin too long, Aye? I thought so too!” she groaned again as he began working her up to begging for him. If the table hadn’t been so wide to accommodate all the huge limbs that regularly sat at it she would have been grabbing for the edges to steady herself as he worked. Sol had her shaking, and she had to slap her hands down on the table to steady herself when he finally slid hi heavy member into her, pulling her a bit away from the table by her mocha hair. He’d see how her eyes rolled back and she’d bite her lip as he pushed himself in deep. She moaned and her thick thighs shook against the edge of the table.

“This is okay, yes?” he was making sure. Stars above he was so good to her. Always making sure she was good to keep going or not. And she always did her best to do the same for him.

“Parsley Sage YES!!” she enthusiastically answered, her husky voice sounding breathless. Her hips gave a buck into him.

“Ye could... ochhh... ye could pull a wee bit harder than this an I’ll still be lovin it. Moon above, yer Hen is such a mess fer ye~ would ye give her a proper fekkin Acushla?”

#terato-haven #Sol #Aisling #Lemony content #Pre-Dinner Treat #Frosted Holly and Prickly Pear Ship #Prickly Pear #Owl Goddess

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lemony-snickers · 10 months

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life sucks, have some smut.

Title: Too Much of a Good Thing (No Such Thing) Summary: You and Kakashi spend a protracted morning in bed. Word Count: 2,015 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, edging/overstimulation, biting/marking, vaginal fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, established relationship .

Your thighs twitch and tremble, slick and sticky as they clench inward and you whine. ”Kakashi.” His name comes out breathy and high-pitched, a long-suffering whisper.

He’s teasing you; you know he is because you can feel his smirk against your collarbone where he’s tucked his face, occupied himself with suckling against the tender skin of your neck to distract you from the futility of your constantly building—but never quite achieved—orgasm.

You’re sure the skin is bruised already; certain it will blossom an even bolder shade by the time Kakashi finishes his work.

(Read More on AO3)

#kakashi hatake #kakashi smut #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake smut #fem!reader #lemony smutters #would also like to take this moment to say #i think it is HILARIOUS that i don't actually post smut directly to tumblr #and yet my blog still gets the “mature content” warning #while so many other creators who do post smut directly to tumblr do not - why dost thou hate me SPECIFICALLY tumblr? as;dlfj #perhaps i should just stop giving a fuck until tumblr inevitably deletes me again might be best for everybody #anyway i'll stop rambling now

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cygninae · 3 months

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I'm becoming an Esmé/Beatrice shipper, guys...

#asoue #lemony snicket #vfd #esme squalor #beatrice baudelaire #idk the ship name #but i want to find content

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thermodynamic-comedian · 2 years

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hey guys remember when in the literal first episode of asoue, olaf says something like

"you may think i'm an evil person, but let me tell you something.....you haven't got the faintest clue."

he was not exaggerating

#anyways do you guys think the reason the first thing olaf did to the baudelaires was give them a big list of elaborate tasks to do #was not just because he wanted them to suffer but also because he went through the exact same thing as them #(becoming an orphan after growing up in a place of privilage)#and he was forced to take care of all of those things himself and was very obviously not prepared for it and failed in life #because of that #so his fucked up mind just immediately went ''oh ok this is just something all orphans have to go through''#oh my god. adding onto that #he also had not one but two terrible mentors that enforced the negative parts of his personality #and he clearly wasn't like the baudelaires. he was angry and emotional and not the kind of person to know when he's being abused #exactly the kind of person to actively seek out the validation and affection of his abusers. and continue that cycle of abuse on #because ''that's what happened to me. no one cared for me. the adults in my life actively made my life worse #so that's exactly what's going to happen to you. i'll make sure of it.''#idk man at this point im just talking. throwing my brainrot into the washing machine of asoue fan content.#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #snicketverse #lemony snicket #asoue netflix #count olaf #the baudelaire orphans

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parvuls · 2 years

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bitty wouldn't be a stern dom. he's not really the type to yell or say mean things or talk someone down. bitty would be the sweetly cruel kind. he'd be the type to notice that jack's in the mood and make him sit through a whole movie, and feed him pie while sitting in his lap, and softly kiss him for an hour without taking a single article of clothing off, even once jack is vibrating with sexual frustration; the type to ask jack if he prefers edging or overstimulation that night and then give it to him, either taking him to the edge then bringing him back five times or making him come five times in a row, no breaks, hushing and praising him all the while; the type to whisper, oh, sweetheart, slightly condescendingly when tears start to pool at the corners of jack's eyes because bitty's been eating him out so good, to ask, d'you wanna take a break? and to stroke jack's back and to kiss his hip so gently, but never offer to just let him come, not until bitty's good and ready for him to.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #zimbits #what better time than peach week to let all my dom!bitty thoughts out in the open #when jack and bitty scene it's not only about jack giving up control #it's about bitty getting to take care of jack however he wants to and for however long he wants to #and jack may grunt or pant or beg but it's the prolonged scenes that really shut off his mind #it's when bitty kisses his nose and calls him honey with a hand on his throat #it's peach week I'm not apologizing for this lemony content ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#text #omgcppeachweek

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undergrounddweller89 · 10 months

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Acylius getting with all the DADDIES.

though he's actually older than them being a demon but still shush :3c

Censored

And non censored ones on my fur affinity account.

Acylius x scrooge

Acylius x handsome Jack

#handsome jack #borderlands 2 #scrooge reference #scrooge 2022 #scrooge netlfix #acylius flug #im branching out #im trying to do more lemony content

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skellymom · 2 months

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"I'M YOUR MAN"

Hunter x Jedi Fem Reader Supporting Character. SMUTTY++

Background: This one shot starts out very similar to my "Hunt and Peck" one shot. However, it's not just a Force Sensitive, but an actual Jedi. And, his Batchmates aren't in on the shenanigans. This is the VERY dirty version of "Hunt and Peck" but Hunter goes "solo".

I wanted to write a smutty fic from INSIDE Hunter's head space. We hardly ever really know what's going on in there. Well, now you do!

Word Count: 2.1K

WARNING: Male masturbation, oral sex, genital sex, spit kink, swearing kink, dirty word kink, praise kink, names of various sexual positions, bodily fluids, lots of dirty nasty sexy stuff. Lots of it. Very LEMONY content!

The Batch finished up their latest mission, picking up a new passenger along the way. Y/N was a Jedi hitching a ride to a planet they would be passing on the way to Kamino. She would only be staying a few standard days on the Marauder, and the crew made sure she had a comfortable stay.

Within two days Hunter was smitten. He usually kept his infatuations to himself as best he could...ESPECIALLY with female Jedi. But...well, this one was different...and difficult to ignore. Of course, he still engaged with her politely and respectfully. Being a Sergeant and host on this transport, he kept some distance.

Y/N was attractive. Not conventionally, as he wouldn’t consider himself attracted to just ANY pretty face. But she had that...thing. An essence? Something that just took him out at the knees. It was elusive...

...and she smelled SO GOOD. Hell, even when she was sweaty, dirty, just got woke up in the morning...heady scent of her body odor with the slightest tang of her sex...

Hunter shifted in the pilot’s seat. His armor codpiece felt tight. Dammit, he NEEDED to stop getting distracted. He was supposed to be sitting watch on the ship.

Technically Echo was to stand this shift. However, he was under the weather and now lying down like the rest of his brothers.

Hunter could hear Crosshair breathing, Echo’s ticking mechanical heart, and smell Tech’s drool...as he slept face down with mouth open. Wreckers' snores were like a power tool, until his sleep apnea kicked in. Hunter would count the seconds unconsciously holding his own breath too...until Wrecker finally inhaled.

Hunter inhaled deeply just thinking about it...

...until Y/N sighed in her sleep. The sound brought his attention back to the heat and tightness in his groin. Hunter’s cock was now becoming painful with an intense pressure against his codpiece.

Oh STARS! How did the other Clones deal with this??? Commander Bly following Aayla Secura around while she exposed all that beautiful blue skin. Or Deepa Billoba with her pretty braids and deep scarlet lips...

...then there was his first crush: Shaak Ti. A tall stunning Togruta with her long montrals and head tails.

DANK FERRICK! Y/N did look at him a lot and smiled. He could sense her body reacting to him MUCH differently than his brothers. The thrumming of her presence on his senses. Something he guessed was her Force sensitivity. It would tickle his nerve endings and make him shiver...in a VERY good way. Was Y/N flirting with the Force? Hunter wasn’t exactly sure. Was that even ALLOWED?

Hunter ripped the codpiece off and tossed it onto the Marauder’s dash. His girthy engorged cock staining through his blacks...and leaving a wet spot.

These Jedi women are going to be the death of me!

Who was he kidding...WOMEN drove him crazy!!!

The last thing Hunter wanted was to cause any trouble...especially with a Jedi.

He had to take care of this situation...and put IT to “rest” ...NOW.

Walking back to the refresher wasn’t an option. He didn’t want to wake anyone, and he was supposed to be on watch.

Listening again, Hunter could perceive everyone was asleep and accounted for. He slid down comfortably in the pilot’s chair. Noting that Tech left one of his hand rags for mechanical maintenance hanging up in the cockpit, Hunter grabbed it for clean up later.

Looking around and listening one last time, Hunter gently rolled down his blacks and released his cock. Its meaty girthiness sprung up at attention. Uncut and big enough to satisfy, but not so large as to be painful. Poor Wrecker...Hunter thought fleetingly. So big he must hold back constantly to not injure. Gotta be stressful. People would give Hunter shit for being the smallest of the group. Heh, average ain’t bad. Especially since he exceeded at technique.

What was the saying on Kamino? Yeah...It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.

The head of his penis peeked out from the uncut foreskin. Hunter smoothed his thumb through the large drop of precum and rubbed gentle circles on the top of his cock. He shivered from the sensation but held back a gentle moan. He needed to be extra quiet. Keeping his mouth shut, Hunter also regulated his breathing.

Next, he cupped his cock in hand and gently but firmly pulled back his foreskin. Then he gave his shaft a few good pumps.

... A very feminine scent wafted from the pallet Y/N was sleeping on the bunk room floor. She must have been having a hell of a dream...as Hunter could smell her wet arousal. To her credit, she was extremely quiet.

The smell drove him crazy. More precum leaked from his cock.

Hunter closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to bury his face in Y/N’s pussy. He inhaled her scent and pictured himself licking and sucking her clit. How she would look from that point of view. Staring up over her mons pubis to see her writhe and sweat. Hair messed, face and chest flushed as he teased her to orgasm over and over again. Screaming his name, asking for more.

FUCK, he LOVED EATING PUSSY! LOVED watching his lovers lose themselves in ecstasy. Loved when they praised his talent for the job.

And, if they wanted to be fingered while he dined, he happily obliged. Gently of course...unless she insisted on it being rough. He followed directions very well and kept the channels of communication open. How many fingers? How’s that feel? You like how I’m fingering you? Tell me. I wanna hear you tell me. Yeah...whatever you want. I’m your man. Mmmm...You’re so FUCKING beautiful!

Pumping his cock, occasionally coming up to rub the leaking precum across his head and frenulum with his thumb. The mental image fueling his desire and the tingling of his penis.

Hunter also LOVED breasts. Big, small, he serviced them all. Lick them, kiss, twist, cup. But, he wasn’t in a hurry. No, Hunter wanted to appreciate the other parts of his lover's body and work his way there.

Nibbling Y/N’s thighs, tender kisses on her stomach. Women worry too much about their bellies. Who the fuck made them feel so insecure? Hunter wasn’t gonna get mad. He didn’t have time for that. Bring that belly here and let me worship it. The asshole that made you feel bad about that part of your body isn’t here...I AM. Look me right in the eyes. Yeah, hold that eye contact. Listen to me. I’m gonna make your body SING tonight. I wanna make you feel desirable...’cause you are. Now, grab my hair if you feel ya gotta hold on tight!

Pumped his wet cock a bit more...

AND ASSES! All sizes. Firm and jiggly...flat and flabby...

Fuck the guy who told you your ass wasn’t pretty. Probably the same dipshit who razzed you about your other body parts.

I’m here to tell ya: Your body parts make my cock wanna give you a standing ovation. I’ll happily kiss ANYTHING on your body, if it’ll get you off. Even the stuff you might be worried is too nasty and dirty. I’ll be as clean as you request or dirty as ya care to ask for.

Hunter needed to stay on track. All the blood was rushing to his lower extremities, making him a bit punch drunk. His eyes were half closed with horniness.

And he needed a bit more lubrication. Hunter leaned over his swollen member and spit on it delicately. The extra slide felt amazing.

Oh yeah...Hunter was getting ahead of himself. In his mind Y/N requested he kiss and suckle her breasts. In his mind, she moaned and raked at his back. Mmmmhmm...I wanna hear you. Tell me how much you like this. He moved up to lavish her neck with kisses, grinding his slippery member through her sex. The sound was loud and wet. Smells sooo good. Whispering in her ear, pressing his nose against her cheek You feel so good! FUCK...Hunter shivered, his cock twitching with anticipation.

Are you ready for me? Yeah? Gonna take my time, okay? I’m in no hurry...unless you WANT me to fuck you hard and put you away wet? I aim to please. So swollen and hard right now...could grab you around the legs, hoist ya up, and nail ya silly. Missionary? Doggie style? Cowgirl? Reverse Cowgirl? Vertical or Horizonal, I’m strong enough to get ya there.

No? Ok. Just give me the word. And I’ll take it nice...and easy.

Hunter slowed down the momentum on his cock. Stroking gently to prolong his arousal and not cum too soon.

What about me, you say? Heh...REALLY enjoying my time with you. I’m a man of variety. Whatever you want, I’m along for...ahem...the ride. However long it takes.

You wanna suck my cock? Well...chuckles...I won’t say NO to a good blow. Just ask you tease me a bit. He imagined the wet softness of Y/N’s mouth on his member. Swirling her tongue over his head, shaft...

...her hand firmly gripping his balls and he gripped them now...

...pumping his cock...gathering momentum.

Wanna blow my seed in your cunt, while I’m holding you. Full body skin on skin contact while I’m inside you. My uncut foreskin rubbing your pink jellybean clit while my cock caresses your G-spot. Bonus if I get to taste your mouth while you moan into mine.

Hunter lifted his pelvis off the seat, bracing his legs and abdomen...adding pressure to his core and the root of his sex. He slid his cock back and forth through his wet hand, gritting his teeth, and sweating.

I’ll do EVERYTHING in my power to take you over the edge ONE more time before I do. I got the stamina to fuck, suck, and caress you all night if it’s what you request of me. Over and over again.

I’m YOUR MAN.

As Hunter came, a very sudden and explosive scream erupted from the bunk room!

Hunter let go of his scrotum and slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back his violent moans. An intense, warm orgasm shot through his body. Hunter came SO HARD it hit the ceiling of the Marauder’s cockpit with an audible THUMP! A climax so sudden and strong, he shook and was unable to stand.

The bunk room erupted in chaos. Wrecker had fallen off the top bunk from sheer terror. Tech started awake and flung his datapad across the room...hitting Crosshair in the head. Only Echo remained unscathed as he slipped unaided by his prosthetics from the bottom bunk to the Jedi’s pallet on the floor.

He put his one intact arm around the Jedi. “Ma’am, are you ok?”

She, sweating, flushed, and breathing heavily, “Oh...” stammered, “A dream.”

“Sounded like a NIGHTMARE!” Wrecker recovered from his fall.

The Jedi laughed nervously.

Tech finally found his goggles amongst the bedcovers, slapped them on, and ran to the refresher. “I’ll retrieve a glass of water for our guest.”

Crosshair rubbed the goose egg developing on his forehead. “Bring a bacta patch while you’re in there too!”

“Where the HELL is HUNTER???” Echo thundered.

On command Hunter slid into the bunk room. “What happened? Must have fallen asleep on watch!”

Echo turned to Hunter “Our Guest gave us quite a scare.” He looked puzzled as Hunter NEVER fell asleep on watch. “Due to a dream.”

Tech ran in and handed the Jedi a full canteen of water and a small towelette for her sweaty brow.

“Thank you, Tech.” She dabbed herself and sipped from the canteen...purposely keeping her eyes averted from the Sergeant.

“Bacta patch?” Crosshair growled at Tech.

“I ONLY have two hands, Crosshair!” Tech sassed his way back to the refresher.

“Looking a little FLUSHED too, Hunter. Sure you’re FEELING well? Crosshair sneered.

Hunter was just about to tell Crosshair to shut his pie hole when the Jedi interrupted. “I... think I’m ready to go back to sleep.”

“Alright.” Echo got back into his bunk. “You need ANYTHING, we’re right here.”

“I’m feeling better now.” She sighed. "Thank you Echo."

Wrecker leaned down and handed Lula to Y/N. “Lula will help you sleep the rest of the night.”

“Thank you, Wrecker.”

Crosshair sneered at Hunter who turned to go back to his watch station.

Tech unpeeled the bacta patch and slapped it over Crosshair’s pie hole, then turned out the lights.

Next morning the Marauder landed at the Jedi’s destination. She thanked The Batch and descended the gangplank. Sergeant Hunter was the last to say goodbye and salute her.

“I must thank you, btw.” She blushed demurely and smiled.

Hunter looked confused and glanced to see where his Batchmates were at. They had already retreated into the ship, preparing to leave the planet.

“Uh...for what?”

“For being...MY MAN... last night.”

Hunter blushed crimson red... speechless but had SO MANY questions.

“I know what you’re thinking Sergeant. Jedi CAN have...relations. They just can’t be possessive attachments. And... technically we never physically touched...”

She winked and walked away towards her destination.

And that was how Hunter was literally mind-fucked by a Jedi.

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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taste. (extras)

★ the aftermath of the both literal and metaphorical fuck-fest you had with your newfound werewolf pack

a/n: idk just wanted to put the points of view of the yanderes as their own thing so here's that on here LOL

also i just wanted to write a thing to remind yall that im SOFT and SWEET and its all about CUDDLING here on this WHOLESOME MINECRAFT SERVER

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ part three ★ (swallow) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 1302

warning: bottom reader with male parts and pronouns, stereotypical werewolf scent stuff, mentions of marking (both scent wise and with bruises/bites)

Mel sighed, wiping himself of with a wet tissue.

If he thought that Isamu and Leonard were a handful, he was really signing himself up for something with the three of you. But, he supposed, Mother Moon knew he'd be able to handle it.

After all, the pull to you was even stronger than his pull towards his other two mates so he knew your rightful place was beside them.

He just needed to get used to cleaning up all three of his mates' messes now.

First, of course, was Isamu because he was for sure the least grumpy out of all three of them. And, also, the one with the most stamina so he'd for sure help out.

"C'mon, pup." Mel cupped the back of the back of Isamu's neck, pressing a soft kiss to Isamu's temple as he whispered in his ear, careful not to jostle the other two. "Careful now."

Isamu woke slowly but, like always, his moves were careful and calculated despite the sleepy look in his eyes.

"I?" Isamu leaned back, resting his bare ass against his ankles as he tried to remember what the hell happened during his momentary rut.

Mel saw when the recognision hit him because Isamu scrambled back, his now deflated knot pulling out easily.

"I-I-I--" Isamu stuttered out, his eyes flickering all over their new mate, assessing exactly what damage he'd made.

Mel knew the feeling. He'd spent a good long while staring too. You were a beauty before, when he first saw you in the forest.

You were even more beautiful now, with Isamu and Mel's bitemarks and bruises all over you and Leonard's scratches littered along your thighs.

"Calm down, Sam. It's fine." Mel cupped the back of Isamu's neck again, pressing another kiss to his temple. "Are you okay? You tired?"

Isamu looked up at Mel, those lost hazel eyes looking so nervous that it made Mel chuckle. But he gave Isamu time to think, to assess how he truly felt.

Mel would stand tall and firm, would be the hard rock that his mates needed to rest against.

"I-I'm fine." Isamu finally muttered after a few minutes.

Mel grinned, happy to hear that his mate was okay. His palm moved from Isamu's neck to his cheek where he drew him close to press a soft kiss against his lips

"Why don't you go clean yourself up, I'll wake up Sleeping Beauty and the three of us can take care of our new mate, hmmm?" Mel offered, knowing it was the only way he could talk Isamu into leaving your side.

Even then, Isamu looked hesitant, his eyes darting from you to Mel and back. Finally, he seemed to realise that he didn't have much of a choice because he slowly nodded and left the couch.

Mel almost laughed at how he hobbled a little.

That, of course, left him with the arduous task of separating you from Leonard without waking you up.

He had thought it would be hard but, actually, when he shifted you, you stayed asleep. He worried you were dead for a second but he checked on you and it really was that they took a lot out of you.

Made sense. Isamu and Leonard pretty much overstimulated you to hell and back just in between the two of them.

Mel wanted to be free of blame but he could admit he was part of the problem seeing as he basically just kicked back and watched.

He carefully laid you back and lifted Leonard into his arms. Like always, Leonard just laid there, giving little to no resistance. HIs head even lolled over, resting against Mel's chest.

Mel pressed a kiss to his forehead and brought him to the bathroom where Isamu was already filling the sink with warm water and readying the towels.

The two worked together, soaking the towels with warm water and wiping Leonard down till he was coherent enough to wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Where is he?"

"Calm down." Mel immediately clutched Leonard to his chest to prevent him from going feral and guarding over your body like an overprotective wolf over its own pups.

"He's in the living room. He's fine. We were just going to clean you up and then we're going to go with some warm towels and clean him up." Mel explained, his broad hand running through Leonard's soft blonde locks "You need to calm down or you'll trigger another rut and he won't be able to handle that."

Leonard panted, his nails digging into Mel's biceps, but he nodded frantically. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. He knew you weren't like them, that you were softer, more easily breakable.

He didn't want to break you.

When Mel felt like Leonard wouldn't run to you the first chance he'd get, he let go of him and Leonard sagged a little, feeling like his skin was too tight over his body, like he itched.

He wanted to see you but he didn't want to panic and make himself feel worse so he just itched his arms and focused on Mel.

Isamu felt the same. He had better control because Mel had been training him longer but you took that control and crushed it in your hand like paper.

You made him feel so weak and he loved it.

The last thing he wanted was to lose that control and hurt you though so he wrapped his arm around Leonard's shoulders and kissed his forehead before handing him some sweatpants and a crop top.

When the two of them dressed (as slowly as possible, Mel insisted) and washed their faces with cold water, they were finally allowed to take some damp warm towels over to you.

You were still where Mel left you, all splayed and vulnerable, open and trusting.

The inside of your wrist was raw and bitten from Isamu. Leonard could see where he reached back and clawed at the tops of your thighs, near your pelvis. They were already puffing up. There were even various bites along your shoulder and neck from Mel.

They really did a number on you.

Leonard sat down on the couch first, moving you so your cheek rested on his leg.

With the warm towels he had, he gently dabbed at the hickeys and bites along your shoulders, making sure not to scrub or rub and irritate it.

Mel sat down too, gently wiping along the grain of the scratches on your thighs,m making sure to be gentle with them so he wouldn't irritate them either.

Then, Isamu sat on the floor and took your wrist, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he took your wrist and pressed several apology kisses on it before he dabbed at it with a warm cloth.

They wiped you down till all the stickiness and lube was completely gone, till you were clean and comfortable. Then, they dressed you in their clothes.

You wore Isamu's sweatpants, one of Leonard's shirts and Mel's cleanest pair of used boxers. If you asked, it was because your clothes were covered in cum (Mel had a bout of insanity and came all over them) but, in reality, they liked you being covered in their scent.

Lastly, they positioned themselves around you, cuddling all around you.

Leonard plastered himself against your front immediately, his face already nosing against your jugular like he couldn't get enough of your scent. Isamu was against your back, his arms sneaking around your sides.

Mel had the unfortunate position of being under all of you, your head resting against his collar, Isamu's head against his bicep and Leonard's head on his chest.

He'd been in this position enough times to know that he'd wake up not feeling anything in the morning. Not that he'd complain seeing as he loved having all his mates in his arms like this.

Plus, Mel knew that Isamu and Leonard wouldn't be able to handle being away from you for a while, especially when they hadn't officially marked you.

To Isamu and Leonard, you could easily be stolen away and they wouldn't be able to stand it.

So the three of you would sleep on the amply sized couch, comfortable and safe. Mel would make sure of it. He'd keep all of you safe, forever.

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Atsushi had a half-dozen questions formulating for Akutagawa when he caught up with him, starting first and foremost with ‘what the hell is a queller, Akutagawa?’ but most of them were knocked completely out of his head when something came up from between the buildings and swatted him out of the air like a fly.

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He caught the edge of the concrete lip with his shoulder, skidding on his side across the rooftop made of a material that would have shredded skin if he’d landed worse. Atsushi caught his breath and rose to his feet as an enormous brown beast leapt over the roof, crossing the moon.

Atsushi turned with its arc, keeping it in front of him as it landed, resolving into a human form on two legs, eyes glowing gold in the darkness.

“You,” the voice was female, foreign, and thickly accented. “Aren’t necessary.”

Atsushi kept his stance up, well-prepared for an attack. “Makes me curious why I warrant your direct attention then,” he said, as the woman stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. “Naci Aslanov?”

She was tall and slender, with long, wild brown hair that cascaded loose and a mouth that was twisted into a snarl. The wind off the bay caught her tangled hair, whipping it around her, and she didn’t respond to him directly, her hands spread and fingers curled into razor-sharp claws. Atsushi matched her, and kept them the same distance apart. “Where’s Dazai-san?” he demanded. “What do you want with him?”

She moved so quickly it looked as if she’d disappeared; standing there one moment and the next those lethally sharp claws were arcing through the air toward his face. The tiger saved him here, his vision narrowed to just her movement, and he flung himself back instead of attempting to take the blow on his arms.

The rooftop shattered under the force of her strike, the jagged shards of the rough material flung into the air all around them. She was moving again before the debris hit the roof, but this time Atsushi was already moving as well—sprinting around her, the blood boiling in his veins.

He was fast, too.

It was easy enough to keep up with her, blocking multiple strikes on his arms and even landing a few, until one punch caught her off-stride, striding her just under her shoulder and sending her back into a half-demolished rooftop access, the brick crunching under the impact.

The broken wall cracked, several bricks falling; Aslanov caught one with her foot, kicking it like a sports ball. It clipped Atsushi in the side of the head, hard enough that he staggered; she was on him in a fury of teeth and claws before he could recover, taking them both to the ground.

Atsushi blocked her from swiping his throat open with his arm, her claws tore through to the bone instead. He slammed his other hand up and caught her jaw, kicking at the same time. Aslanov reared back, mouth crammed full of fangs and ears pointed, fur rippling up her jaw. Atsushi barely had time to react before a narrow muzzle was bearing down on him, snarling ferociously.

He jammed his already-injured arm into her mouth to keep it from closing. Pain was a distant second to the adrenaline, something that must have been bone crunched and red started to claw at the edge of his vision as her hand pressed down onto his cheek, forcing his face into the ground.

Black rimmed in red darted past the corner of his eye and Aslanov howled in pain as her arm was cut straight through—the hand that was digging into Atsushi’s face flopping to the side, severed. She rolled off him, already focused on the new threat, and Atsushi was on his feet and already moving to attack again, not willing to give this enemy a moment of respite as she foolish put her back to him.

Rashomon crackled out of the night, slicing through roof and brick, Atsushi moved with the attack, coming in on her back fast. Aslanov turned on her heel, blood flying freely from her severed hand, and roundhouse kicked Atsushi, catching him directly in the stomach with her shin.

The force of the blow launched Atsushi completely off the roof. Rashomon surged after him but not quickly enough, he slammed back through the next building’s windows, glass shattering around him as he tumbled, out of control, into the darkness.

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“Atsushi-kun…?”

Atsushi choked on concrete dust and heaved, staring up into a poorly lit warehouse. He shifted, covered in a dozen slowly healing cuts, and realized that he was skewered straight through his side by rebar from his fall. He took a few deep breaths and then hauled himself off the debris impaled into his side.

There wasn’t a word for the pain so Atsushi just roared, the tiger adding resonance to his voice before he staggered and dropped to his knees, hand clasped over the wound. On the plus side, he hadn’t managed to bleed to death yet, but fuck if he could hardly move. It would take more than a few minutes to recover from this.

Atsushi could hear the distant noise of fighting outside the building somewhere—the entire building shook, at one point, shaking loose dust and more debris; he covered his head with his other arm as a shower of crap rained from above. After longer than he wanted to consider, he pulled his hand from his side, and instead of fresh red blood it was now tacky and dark, partially dried—the wound not entirely healed but no longer actively bleeding.

Atsushi got up.

He looked around, turning in a circle and taking in the warehouse. It was large and mostly empty save for several shipping containers stacked haphazardly. Quite a few had dents in the sides, and he wondered vaguely if he’d pinballed off them, but then tilted his head, and cupped his hands over his ears.

“Atsushi-kun…? Is that you…?”

Was that… Dazai’s voice?

Atsushi rushed to the containers, knocking on them, one after another. “Dazai-san?” Atsushi called, trying to get a bead on the voice. It barely sounded like Dazai at all, weak and faint, and after banging around on the fourth container he got a faint tapping noise in response.

The doors at the end were chained closed; Atsushi’s tiger claws made short work of that. He yanked the broken chain free and hauled open one of the doors, chest heaving. “Dazai-san!”

Atsushi froze in place.

Chained to the back wall of the shipping container was what looked like a desiccated mummy. Thin, bony wrists were chained to the wall, bandages hanging loose from the limbs. His clothing no longer fit properly, and everywhere it gapped it revealed dry, leathery skin; his head was lolled to the side, face sunken in and cadaverous.

If Atsushi didn’t recognize the clothes, or especially the bandages, he would assume he was looking at an ancient corpse intercepted on its way to a museum.

“Dazai-san…? Atsushi asked carefully, and the pitiful creature moved, skin crinkling like paper as he lifted his head and opened his unearthly red eyes, sclera solid black.

“Atsushi-kun,” Dazai rasped. A smile crossed his face, his thin lips cracked and nearly gone. “Took you long enough.”

“What happened to you…?” Atsushi approached carefully, still limping. Dazai lifted his head all the way, with clearly supreme effort. The single light in the container did him no favors, and if Atsushi still had any cause to doubt that his mentor was also a vampire it would be dispelled by this display.

“Ah, you see,” Dazai whispered, voice as brittle as his frame, “this is what happens if we cannot feed often enough, Atsushi-kun.” His eyes were glowing, compelling, and Atsushi moved slowly closer despite himself, stopping finally just out of reach. It took a moment for Atsushi to clear his head of it, and he frowned.

“Don’t,” he said, sharply.

Dazai tilted his head slowly in the other direction. “Don’t what, Atsushi-kun?”

“Don’t do that.” He could feel the prickles of his tone still under his skin. Dazai could compel him, it seemed, but now he was at least aware of it.

Dazai made a noise that could have been amusement but was much closer to irritation. He opened his mouth, fangs largely prominent. “I need—"

Atsushi took a deep breath, and then bit into his own wrist, stepping in close and jamming his torn skin against Dazai’s mouth.

Dazai’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he sank his fangs directly into Atsushi’s vein. Atsushi shuddered, fuck, it was nothing like when Akutagawa fed from him. It was better and worse in one breath, his shoulders shaking and his body straining against it, the need to back out and get away. Something about Dazai was initiating his flight response right now and he gritted his teeth, fighting his body’s reaction.

He'd also gone hard, but there was zero chance of him acknowledging that ever.

Instead, he focused on his anger. “You don’t have to compel me to want to help you, Dazai-san,” he hissed, but Dazai wasn’t listening, feeding sloppily, blood soaking down his chin and dripping to the floor between them. Suddenly, Atsushi was dizzy, dizzier than he should be; his body hadn’t had time to fully recover from his wounds and he staggered, trying to rip his wrist away. Dazai’s eyes snapped open, drilling into his, and he froze in place.

Willing prey, Dazai said, but he hadn’t lifted his mouth, hadn’t moved it at all and Atsushi felt dangerously faint. Mine.

The very edges of Atsushi’s vision were starting to fade out. All he could see were Dazai’s eyes, enormous, red and black, burning into his. He swallowed, mouth dry, pinned in place, and barely heard Akutagawa say his name faintly and then loudly, drowning out everything swirling in his head. He felt fingers in his hair and his head twisting, breaking eye contact with Dazai as Akutagawa crushed their mouths together.

His vision was going out, but Akutagawa’s cheek slid against his mouth, his face tucked against Akutagawa’s neck and he bit blindly, the sweet taste of Akutagawa’s blood sliding easily down his throat.

Atsushi heard Dazai cough suddenly, and his arm was yanked free. He drank and drank; heard Dazai laughing without mirth, and then he was blinking, staring up into Akutagawa’s face twisted in anger, eyes glittering gold.

“You were going to kill him,” he snarled, Atsushi in his arms.

Dazai coughed again. “I would have turned him, for you, if it got that bad,” Dazai’s voice was neutral, but still not as strong as usual. Atsushi didn’t look at him, face pressed into Akutagawa’s coat, the world still wobbly. “But it didn’t, Akutagawa-kun.”

“Ryuu…?” Atsushi mumbled, and Akutagawa jerked, looking down at Atsushi in his arms, and Atsushi remembered being held like this in a bed, fever burning through his veins. Had Dazai offered to turn him then, too?

“You cannot have him,” Akutagawa said, eyes narrowed. “He belongs to the moon and he belongs to me and if you touch him again I will tear your throat out like I did hers.”

A smirk spread quickly over Dazai’s face. He inclined his head, and Atsushi realized that his skin no longer looked brown and cracked; he wasn’t entirely back to normal but just looked sick now instead of long dead. “You are correct,” he said. “He does belong to the moon, but…rather Atsushi-kun cursed than dead, hm?”

“I’m okay,” Atsushi mumbled, the light-headed feeling fading into a brighter, stronger dizziness. He could feel his heart beating double quick, the tiger’s healing ability running in overtime now to repair damaged flesh and replace missing blood. Akutagawa’s rage was a physical thing washing over him, he’d never heard him speak to or of Dazai-san like that, and he tugged on Akutagawa’s coat. “I’m okay, Akutagawa,” he repeated.

Akutagawa looked down at him; he was covered in concrete dust as well, blood slicked in his hair. He smiled, softly at Atsushi; tender in a way he rarely was outside the bedroom. “Weretiger,” he murmured and brushed his fingers carefully through Atsushi’s hair. He lifted Atsushi’s damaged wrist and brushed his lips over the wound Dazai created, and Atsushi sighed.

The entire building reverberated again, and there was a new shower of concrete and glass, audible as it hit the shipping container above them. Atsushi pushed himself upright and Akutagawa released him with some reluctance. “What happened with Aslanov?”

“The wolf arrived with backup,” Akutagawa said. Atsushi severed the chains that held Dazai to the wall and went to remove his cuffs but when Dazai held up his wrists the cuffs fell free as if by magic.

“Ah,” Atsushi said.

Between the two of them, they helped Dazai out of the container. Before they could make it across the warehouse floor, the roof shattered. Rashomon covered the three of them from any debris, and Aslanov slammed through to the floor, using Reina Volkov as a landing pad. They all could hear bones crunching from where they were, and Aslanov turned, pointing her bloody stump at them.

“Take Dazai-san,” Akutagawa said, Rashomon surging around him and forming that red-tinged armor. Atsushi only stumbled slightly under Dazai’s unexpected weight, as Akutagawa went shooting toward the werewolf.

From above came a growing cry.

“DAZAI!”

Chuuya came straight through the ceiling and landed just an arm’s length from them both; the sheer power of his entrance made Atsushi stagger back a few steps. Dazai didn’t even flinch at the scene, even as Chuuya turned and grabbed Dazai by the lapel of his coat, shaking him once and yelled, “I’m going to fucking take your limbs off and chain you to a post for a month, you fragrant piece of shit!”

“Missed you too,” Dazai said, caught Chuuya by the side of the head, and sank his fangs directly into Chuuya’s neck, just above his collar.

Atsushi turned away. Akutagawa was already in motion, dancing back after striking at Aslanov again; his eyes were still golden, in direct contrast to the red glow of his ability surrounding him.

He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth before his arms transformed, black stripes and white fur as he darted forward. They would move together seamlessly as they did with Volkov; he couldn’t tell if the silver-composite sword was in play so Atsushi wasn’t entirely certain how they would stop Aslanov, but they would.

He had no doubt that they would. They had to.

Aslanov sensed him incoming and turned to face him, her one good hand curled into razor-sharp claws. He struck down and she caught him by the wrist, spinning his momentum against him and throwing; Atsushi landed upright, feed sliding through the detritus on the floor.

Akutagawa now, moving behind Atsushi, Rashomon surging around him for multiple strikes. Atsushi was already in motion as well, coming in from her six, winding up for a punch that would send her through the floor if it connected.

It didn’t.

She moved, just slightly, so fast Atsushi didn’t expect it, fist hitting concrete instead of flesh. She turned, her single arm striking out toward Akutagawa, coming swiftly around her side.

There was a flash of something metallic. Atsushi didn’t see the impact.

He saw Akutagawa’s sure movement falter.

He saw Rashomon collapse into nothingness, mid-strike.

He saw Akutagawa’s head separate from his body, hanging in the air as time slowed to a crawl around him.

And then Atsushi saw nothing else.

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