i always like thinking about what was Adam doing before BPS
from Evelin's words, she was surprised when he started his investigations and that Adam "always came across as a sceptic", but that's obviously not true. he was interested in alternates (or anything paranormal) long before he joined the BPS. he already knew the alternates could be lured, he knew in which places you need to look for them, he already "had experience" as he mentioned in his email to Sarah.
there is just something about Adam, a high schooler who seemed like an ordinary guy with a few friends and even a girlfriend. who might have had hobbies or skills, but they were likely just a way to briefly distract himself or a cover to help him fit in a society. or perhaps they were things essential to his primary "interest", the one he so carefully concealed from everyone else to the point where even his girlfriend didn't suspect a thing. because he knew no one would understand his obsession with the paranormal. because he didn't fully understand it himself yet.
what was his first investigation like? did he plan everything out in advance, or was it a spontaneous decision? was he afraid? afraid of the alternates, or of the possibility that someone would find out and then he would have some serious problems? regardless of what it was like, he continued. he couldn't get enough even though he knew how dangerous it is and how uncanny it would look like to others.
what was his initial reaction to Sarahās video about her club? he sounded slightly indifferent, yet he wanted Sarah to reply to him. he said it "sounds pretty cool," but he had already made plans regarding that club ("we can make this club something bigger"). did he even plan to find that club or other people interested in it? he wasn't going to hide such an important part of himself for his entire life, was he?
Boothill breaking down the express archives door: FUDGE YOU MEAN MY BOSS HAS BEEN TRYING TO FORK YOUR HUSBAND FOR THE BETTER PART OF A THOUSAND YEARS?!?!
Dan Heng, who has only just now remembered that particular detail: Oh yeah he- WHAT THE FUCK
āYou need to be more careful,ā Sunday sighed for what felt like the millionth time today. He was in the middle of wrapping your knuckles, breaking the awkward silence that stewed in the air with his berating. A headache was brewing at the back of his head, no doubt from your doing.Ā
You scoffed, though there was no anger in it. If anything you sounded almostā¦amused? Sunday hadnāt been with the Express long enough to discern everyoneās emotions and personality, let alone yours. Not that he wouldnāt like to, he justā¦didnāt know how to exactly.
It was laughable. The ex head of the Oak Family fumbling in his social skills. Oh, his old teacher must be rolling in his grave.
āYou should see the other guy,ā you tried to joke, to which Sunday looked up at you pointedly through his lashes.
āI did. You both have matching black eyes.ā He gestured to the offending bruises with his head, not looking up as he tightened the bandage around your hand, and you winced both at the pain and the dryness in his remark.
āTouche,ā you muttered, cradling your hand to your chest once the halovian finished. You sighed, examining his work, hand tingling from his leftover touch. Was it from pain? Or from his light, almost loving caress. Perhaps both? You didnāt know. āWell, thank you for helping me Sunday. I wonāt waste your time any longer.ā
Just as you were about to get up he gently reached out and grabbed your noninjured arm. You paused, looking at him with a raised brow, noting how he refused to look you in the eye. Was that a light blush on his face? No, no, it had to be the lighting of his room. Yes, that was it.
āI-,ā he stuttered over his words, and with it his wings twitched with nerves. Oh how badly he wanted to cover his face with them, but that would only further his embarrassment. āI have a balm for your bruise as well. I would like to, well, if you would permit me to-ā Aeons have mercy on him. āWhat I mean to say is-ā
āSure,ā is all you say, plopping back down before him on his bed. Sunday blinked, mouth agape at your straightforward answer, and before he could ruin his image any further rushed to get up and walked to his bedside drawer.
As he rummaged you looked around his room, taking note of just how utterly neat everything was. Books tightly stacked together on a shelf, bed pristinely made, not a hair out of place. It suited him.
āI originally bought this for our resident trouble makers but, and forgive me for saying this, Iām almost glad I seem to need it for you instead,ā Sunday spoke, rummaging through the drawer with his back to you. You knew instantly he was talking about the twins, Stelle and Caelus.
You chuckled. āNo offense taken. Iām pretty sure those two have taken more beatings than the rest of the express combined.ā You didnāt need to see his face when you saw he finally found what he was looking for, wings perking up on his head. Cute.
āIām afraid you might be right,ā he answered, turning on his feet and traveling back to his bed. In his hands lay a small, white container. He sat and began opening it to reveal a light green cream smelling of herbs and light florals. With one hand occupied Sunday seemed lost for a second, staring at his other gloved hand with uncertainty. Realizing he didnāt want to risk laying the balm on his bed, you almost offered to remove his glove for him, when he raised the fabric to his teeth and bit it. With ease he tugged his hand away and removed the glove, sending a heat throughout your body. It seemed he was unaware of the effect it had on you, for the next second he dipped his finger tips into the balm and gestured you forward. āIf you could, please.ā
You cleared your throat, āof course,ā and did as he asked, placing a hand on his bed for balance. You didnāt know where to look as you did, eyes darting between his as you neared, and eventually decided on just closing them entirely. That seemed the easiest.
Unbeknown to you the closer you got, the hotter Sundayās face became. He selfishly allowed himself a moment to just gaze at you, absorbing all of your features into his mind. The way your eyelashes fluttered, the slight scrunch of your forehead, your delicate but slightly chapped lipsā¦
āTake your time buddy,ā you teased, unaware of the otherās suffering, and Sunday jolted at the callout.
āRight! Forgive me,ā he rushed, and then got set to work. You had to resist the urge to flinch, both at the pain of someone touching your black eye and the chill of the balm. It was irritating for the first few seconds, but as Sunday began to gently massage it in you found yourself relaxing. The cold touch of his fingers, the firm but delicate circles he was making, his breath dancing on your face. It wasā¦nice.
And Sunday? He felt like he was about to die.
The heat all around his body, especially his face. The way his heart was practically beating out of his chest. He was no fool, he knew what this meant, and selfishly he wanted to welcome it with open arms. To cup your face and spend the next century just staring into your eyes, kissing you silly, to drown in your warm embrace.
Yet, he knew now was not the time. His heart hurt at the way you flinched when he accidentally pressed too hard, rushing to say sorry.
āAll good,ā you giggled, and it sent his heart racing even more. How kind you were, even for a man such as himself. One who had manipulated you and your fellow Trailblazers, who had fought against you, yet here you sat treating him with the utmost kindness.
Aeons. He was pretty sure he loved you.
āAll done,ā he finally proclaimed, quickly leaning back and turning to put the balm away so you wouldnāt see his red face. He prayed that he could get it to cool down before he had to face you again.
You blinked your eyes open, squinting at the light that invaded your vision. The sharp pain from your black eye was now dull, a realization that sent relief all throughout your body. āWow, that stuff is magic! I canāt thank you enough for this, really Sunday.ā
āDonāt mention it,ā he mumbled, closing his drawer and hoping that his pallor had returned to normal as he turned around. āI mean it, though, please be more careful in the future. I would rather not have to treat you again.ā
āOh wow,ā you drawled with a grin, ācanāt stand little oleā me that badly huh.ā
Shit. āNo-no of course not! I just-ā
Your laughter stopped him in his tracks, your head thrown back to the ceiling. āJeez, youāre so easy. Itās a joke, Sunday.ā Getting up, you gave him a pat on the shoulder, grinning at the red that crawled up his neck. āI mean it though, thank you. Remind me to repay you in the future, okay?ā
And then you were gone.
Sunday stood there for aeons knew how long, shoulder tingling at your touch. By the time his mind caught up to him he finally gave into his urges and allowed for his wings to block his face, hiding his enamour from the world.
sensitive wings hc. cw. sub!sunday, gn!reader, thigh riding, playing with sunday's wings. <3 not proofread.
āi told you.. to stop touching my winā nghā!ā sunday scolded between moans and gasps. he trembled lightly on top of you, gripping your shirt with shaking hands as you caressed his wings. you honestly didn't see the problem. he was clearly enjoying itāhe was leaking all over your lap and making such unholy sounds.
he was ashamed of himselfāof how easily he crumbled under your touch. of how he must look right now, with his body shamelessly responding to the stimulation.
you chuckle softly, finding the front he was so desperately trying to keep up adorably amusing. āwhat if i don't, hm?ā your fingers continued to dance over his wings, only pausing for a brief moment whenever they fluttered lightly. with how sensitive his wings seemed to be, you couldn't help but wonder how (and why) he had gotten them pierced.
sunday attempted to respond, but all that came out was a whimper. you felt his legs tighten around your thigh, his hips pressing further against you, seeking more friction. he gave you a pleading look, as if admitting defeat and finally dropping his act. sunday looked so pretty, his face flushed and tears beading at the corners of his eyesāyou couldn't help leaning forward and giving him a kiss, stealing away what little breath he had left.
āyou're such a mess now, angel.ā you purr, earning a glare from sunday, though it lacked the annoyance he meant to portray. finally, after almost ten minutes of nonstop teasing, you release sunday's wingsāmuch to his relief and surprising disappointment. ājust messing with your wings isn't enough to make you cum though, is it? don't worry. i'll make sure to give the rest of your body the attention it deserves.ā
grab ššŗšš½š¾šš¾!ššššš¾ and bury your head in his chest, fondle his soft breasts and latch onto his perky, pink nipples.
he will smile softly, finding it endearing how eager you are to drown in his tits. Adoring coos will drop from his lips, caressing your face and peppering soft kisses over your hair as he arches his back into your face even further.
ššŗšš½š¾šš¾!ššššš¾ will yelp in surprise if you ever so gently bite down on his nipples, your tongue swirling around the titanium balls pierced into the taut skin, but will make no move to stop you, instead just holding your head closer to his chest as the soft high pitched moans reach your ears.
he will whine praise to you like a proud mommy. Whimpering how much he loves you and how he would be lost if without you.
his eyes will roll back, tilting his head back as he goes cross eyed from pleasure, tongue lolling out of his mouth, saliva dripping from the soft muscle, coating his mouth in sticky spit webs. His arms tightening around your body in an all protecting hug.
ššŗšš½š¾šš¾!ššššš¾ thighs will clamp together, rubbing soft skin together as he reaches a fulfilling orgasm. His pretty dick squished between you and him, will twitch and slap against stomach in a desperate plead for attention. With a delighted scream he finds himself seeing stars, white erupting from his glossy cock head and dirtying both you and him. Hot ropes of cum painting his swollen chest and surprisingly, on your cheek.
āHaangHhn~ I love you!! Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!!!!ā”ā”ā”ā”ā
The pink haired nurse giggled in delight at the sight of his own semen painting your face, sticking his tongue out and licking off his own cum off your cheek. A feeling of pride and peace, knowing that he got some of his essence on you, marking you as much as you graciously mark him.
He begins rambling to you, his afternut clarity just being reminding you that he loves you so much, gently dragging a hand down your tummy, looking you in your eyes with..Oh.. Just the most dumbly inlove eyes!!~ He whispers to you how he wants to crawl inside of you, and admire every single shadow and cell of yours. ššŗšš½š¾šš¾!ššššš¾ Doesnāt realize how disturbing his words can be at times, he is just that deeply enamored and devoted to you, to him, it sounds like the sweetest and most beautiful of serenades, as if written by the gentle and best side of his brain, ššŗšš½š¾šš¾!ššššš¾ being the smitten messenger and poet.
He cradles you in his arms for as long as you need, a serene smile on his face and hearts in his eyes as he rocks you to sleep.
āI adore and cherish you so much, so much so that I donāt even bat an eyelash at the thought of brutalizing another for you. You listen closely now, my sweet. Iām obsessedā Goddamn in love with you, and now I will never let go, not when I have everything I have ever wanted in my arms.ā”ā
Authors note: The horny police came for me. Also expect a lot of hybrid shots.
Summary: Leon is in need of a vacation and wants to spend more time with his bunny boyfriend, perhaps start his vacation with some welcome home sex?
Warnings: Fluff, backstory, mentions of Jill and Carlos, death island spoilers-ish, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, collars, mentions of heats, sensual sex, Leonās a tease, more romantically sex then rough, reader is a hybrid rabbit, rabbit traits, bunny ears and tail.
Word count: 3.3k
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Leon wasnāt kidding when he said that he needed a vacation.
After the events of Alcatraz and going against Maria and Dylan, Leon knew that he needed a break from everything to at least get some time on his own before Hunnigan finds him another mission to take.
Once they were picked up from the island and flown back out, he returned back home with the rest of the others, making it to the airport in one piece as the all board off. Leon had already told Hunnigan that the minute he lands home he wonāt be accepting any missions since his vacation starts now. Jill had reunited with Carlos an ex-umbrella agent whoās sheās been seeing for awhile now, while Chris and Claire had each other.
Leon didnāt really expect anyone to wait for him at the airport since he actually never told anyone that he would be home early. Before he could leave heās invited out for some drinks by Jill, waving him over while the others wait for him only for him to turn down their offer.
āLeon S. Kennedy turning down a drink?ā Said Chris while chuckling, āAre you still infected?ā
Leon shakes his head with a laugh. āNo infected, Rebecca cleared me up.ā He responds back, holding his duffel bag in his left hand while he slows walks backwards and away from the others. āBesides, Iāve got somewhere to be.ā He adds on, eager to get home while he gives everyone a smile, leaving them all confused and asking themselves why Leon was so eager to leave.
No one would have thought that Leon had a partner waiting for him back at home. After everything that heās been through, no one would think that he would find someone that he would settle down with or perhaps devote his time too due to him being busy with the work and the amount of things that he goes through a daily bases.
After the events in China, Leon had given up on chasing after Ada, chasing after someone who he knew he couldnāt have and finally made the choice to move on with someone who he could actually have a possible future with. Imagine his surprise when he ends up finding a special experiment during one of his missions.
He was assigned to locate an old lab that belonged to umbrella searching for classified information that could help them for any future bio weapons that they were to stumble upon only to find a special experiment locked away in the deeps of the lab. Leon didnāt expect himself to find someone there alive still, but when he took a good look at the lab he noticed how recent the technology was used and the different types of medicine and chemicals that were used.
He had reports back to Hunnigan, letting her know that the lab he was assigned to search was still being used and had found someone still alive. He thought he had stumbled upon another dangerous bio weapon only to find a man with animal characteristics chained up to a wall, looking very malnourished and thin. What caught Leonās attention was the pair of rabbit ears on his head along with a tail that peaked out from underneath his shirt and pants that he wore.
Leon had freed him that day and took him back to base where Rebecca exams the man and get further medical attention. Both Hunnigan and Leon were able to search through the files under the lab and found various files under the name Project Zero giving them further information about the hybrid that lied asleep in their own lab. Turns out that the man wasnāt entirely human since he was first found but a rare hybrid that hid from society, taken from his home at a young age only to be experimented on for who knows how long.
They kept the hybrid a secret in order to keep him safe until they found out more about his species and where he came from. When the hybrid first woke up he was in shock and panic, destroying the lab and fighting back whenever someone approached him. Leon had stepped in to help only to be caught by surprise when the hybrid jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly and not letting go. The agent himself was in shock by the sudden move.
It wasnāt until later that he finds out that the hybrid felt safer around him since he remembers him rescuing him from the lab and taking him out of that awful place. Rebecca was able to check up on the hybrid without any issues due to Leons presence in the room and from then on it took time for them to find out more about the hybrid and finally getting him to talk and to give them his name.
Y/n was able to tell them everything from the time he was take to the time that he was rescued by Leon. He was very young when he was taken along with his family. Being experimented on and losing everyone but himself, due to him being the youngest the scientist kept him alive the longest in order to see how he grew and developed with time.
Even though Y/n was able to tell them very little he still held a fear of being used by them and closed up every few days. They knew that they couldnāt keep the hybrid locked inside a lab forever, triggering his traumas whenever he was around the room it wasnāt until Leon volunteered to take care of him, getting Hunnigan to find him a secluded area for the both of them in order to grant the rabbit a bit of freedom without society knowing about him just yet.
When Hunnigan found them a place to stay for both Leon and Y/n for the time being until they were able to figure out more about his species and with the time that Leon and Y/nās spent alone in the cabin he was able to find out more about the hybrid, reporting back to Hunigan and letting her be know that Y/n reacted in the same manner as a rabbit.
He had a great sense of smell, hearing, very calm and of course, faster than Leon whenever they went on runs together. His ears were sensitive to him along with his tail, having to cut holes in all of the clothes that Leon got for him. He also discovered that even though Y/n was a rabbit he was able to tolerate meat and not always relied on vegetables only eating small amounts of it before focusing back on something he can eat without any problems.
The one things that Leon never reported back to Hunnigan due to embarrassment was Y/nās heat.
It started off with Leonās shirts going missing, surprising the man whenever he opened his drawer or closet only to notice the shortage of clothes. He ignored it at first and simply bought himself more clothes.
The next was how much the rabbit was eating, finishing his plate rather quickly and getting seconds without needing to ask. Leon told himself that he was perhaps getting adjusted to getting proper meals again due to the amount of time he was locked away and fed very little.
The breaking point was when he noticed how close and affectionate Y/n was being towards him. He was either leaning in close to him whenever they would watch a movie together or would find the rabbit in his bed the next morning, curled up to his side without a care. Thatās when Leon looked into his behavior only to find out that it all pointed towards the hybrids heat, knowing that its something that rabbit have all year round, but for Y/n it was only every few months.
Leon never reported back to Hunnigan the things he did that night with the hybrid the way he sounded and the way that Y/nās back would arch whenever Leon fucked into him. The agent knew that he should have said something, but didnāt.
Ever since then the two have grown closer, deepening the bond that he had with Y/n until he was finally off the hook.
The Hybrid stayed with Leon after 3 years the two have gotten closer than ever and knew each other like the back of the hand. Leon needed someone that he could talk too that he can come home too whenever he completed a mission instead of coming home to an empty house full of silence.
When Leon arrived home from the airport and stepped inside his home heās greeted by a faint smell of his favorite food being cooked along with some music playing. His lips twitch into a faint smile as he sets his bag down and closed the door behind him and makes his way towards the kitchen where he finds his little bunny cooking.
Heās humming along with the music while stirring the pot the smell of various different spices that heās cooking blinding his sense that he doesnāt notice the familiar scent that belonged to Leon until his floppy ears perked up when he hears the sound of his familiar heartbeat causing him to turn around in surprise.
āLeon!ā
He turns the heat down and rushed over to Leon, hugging the man and smiling widely as Leon returns the gesture and chuckled. āIām backā¦ā He breaths out tiredly, clearly jet lagged from the long flight back home.
āYou said you wouldnāt be back until next week.ā
Leon chuckled. āI finished earlier than I thought.ā His fingers brushed against Y/nās check, holding him close before leaning down to capture his lips into a soft kiss when the kiss is returned he doesnāt stop himself to deepen it. Y/n can feel Leonās hand trail down his back and pull him closer he tries to break away from the kiss, but Leon keeps leaning in. āLeon..the foodā¦ā heās able to breath out between kisses only for Leon to guide them towards the stove, reaching over to turn the knob off.
āFood can wait.ā Leon finally says then went on to remove his jacket and Y/n swore he was salivating at the sight of the manās broad shoulders and biceps now out in better view. His shirt clung well to his form and made his waist look smaller and his torso bigger and god, Y/n was about to hyperventilate. āMissed you while I was gone, missed the way you feel against me.ā Leon had mumbled out, lips hovering over his as he guides him towards the living room, hands on his hips while he walks them over.
āFinally got that vacation, told Hunnigan that if she needs someone for a job she will have to bother someone else.ā
Y/n whimpered, unsure what to do or say next. āYāyouāwe-ā
The man pounced.
Leonās arm shot out to pin him against the large couch, getting the hybrid to gasp in surprise by his sudden strength. His ears falling back against his head while he stares up at Leon who towered over him. His skin on fire, with his back pressed straight against the couch underneath him and his insides burning for anything to happen. He could already feel his thoughts officially turn to mush and his instincts just come alive with want, please, want, want, want.
Y/n hadnāt been aware he would be so desperate for something like this after Leonās return. Heās handled longer missions and never felt such way until now. His head was light, almost to the point of dizzy, as he found himself looking up at Leon. āLook at you, baby. Youāre so ready for me. Youāve been starving for this for some time, hm?ā
āY-Yes.ā Y/n groaned, face growing hot in embarrassment as Leon got closer to him, one large hand reaching down to his thighs. Leon can only smirk, leaning down close in order to continue teasing his rabbit. āEager I see, want me to fuck you?ā Y/n could moan like a dying man, āYes.ā He can feel Leonās hands trailing down his legs, eyes roaming down his body.
The agent can only chuckle by Y/nās squirming, knowing how much he missed and craved for the hybrid as he slips his hand underneath his shirt, fingers exploring his chest and stomach until his thumb grazed over his nipple. āIām going to make you feel good, back blowing--ā
āLeon!ā Y/n whines out in desperation.
Leon chuckled and blew against his ear, āLet me finish, baby.ā
Y/n was about to cry.
āIām going to make sure that our neighbors are able to hear you from here, let them know that you are all mine and how much I missed the tight little hole of yours.ā Leons hand founds its way between the hybrids legs, cupping him over the shorts he wore while his middle finger stroked over his entrance.
āP-Please.ā Y/n whimpers out while fighting back a moan from escaping past his lips. āYouāre cute when you beg.ā Said Leon and the hybrid is quick to know what he wants, knowing that he wonāt do anything until he hears him beg for it.
āPleaseā¦j-just fuck me. Please. Fuck me. God, Leon, please, please. Want you. Please!ā He could paw at Leons pants if he didnāt feel like it would be too much effort to try and move. āOk, baby, whatever you want.ā And then he gripped Y/n and hoisted him up pressing himself against him. āLegs around me. Now.ā Y/n scrambled to do so, wrapping them around the manās waist, and whined.
Instantly, Leon started to move. He gave a few experimental grinds between Y/nās legs and the hybrid nearly shrieked with joy. Then the sinful mouth found its way to Y/nās neck and without any sort of timidness or pause latched on to it. Leon nibbled and sucked to the point Y/n knew it would leave a bruise and nearly orgasmed right then from the thought. Y/nās fingers found their way into Leonās hair, tugging on them and is rewarded with a bite.
āFuck, been waiting to have a taste of you ever since I got back.ā Leon gave him another bite on the neck before he lapped at it with his jaw. āHow about we remind our neighbors your pretty sounds, hmm? I want to hear my name spilling from your pretty lips more but letās just hear how good it sounds.ā
Y/n broke out into a drawn-out whine as Leon positioned himself to angle right up against Y/nās short covered cock and began to slowly, but with more authority, thrust up against it.
āSay my name.ā Leon ordered.
āLāLeon.ā Y/n fumbled out and gave out another cry when that earned an even harder thrust. Leon moaned out. His voice sounded like sin. āNow, lets get started on getting you filled up.ā Y/nās face grows bright red. āGonna stretch this pretty hole of yours and make sure that my cock is the only one you need.ā
Y/n released a broke, high-pitched whine that dissolved into a moan which caused Leon to start rutting against him, grinding as if they were in some filthy club, and Y/n did his best to keep up but he felt himself just losing his mind. It was like he was floating away and getting drunk. Leonās mouth and attention was actually making him go insane and he couldnāt help but love it.
He wanted more.
The two kissed like they didnāt have enough time together, tongues battling against each other, lost in the moment while Leon works on getting the hybrid undressed. Finally getting rid of the shirt he wore and quickly fumbling with the shorts he wore. Y/n moans when he feels the cool air once Leon removes his shorts along with his boxers and Leon smiled and went back to kiss over his face, trailing down his neck, to his chest.
He licked at a nipple and growled when his hybrid lover gave a gasp. His fingers trailed up and down his side, tickling over his chest and hips.Leon went back up to the hybrids chin and began to nibble, it was one of his favorite places on his lover, and smiled to himself when he earned another little rush of air. It was adorable.
With another nip he pulled back, smirking to himself when he gave off a little whine, trying to reach out to him in desperation. āHold on, impatient little thing.ā
Leon was quick to remove the blue shirt he wore. He started to unbuckle his belt when he heard another little noise. Staring down, he smirked when he saw those eyes looking at his bare chest with clear want and hunger. āYouāre staringā¦you canāt hide anything can you?ā Y/nās eyes snapped back up to him in embarrassment.
Leon chuckled, āYou have nothing to be ashamed about. I like it when you stare.ā When Y/n avoids his look he smiles with amusement and leaned down to kiss him again, barely able to resist the skin. āA-Ahā¦ā Y/n whimpered and Leon paused a moment over the hybrids collarbone but then trailed up to the neck again, lips playing over the collar. āBaby,ā Leon began to push his pants off, groaning when they came in contact with each other completely bare and with a whimper, Y/nās clenched his eyes shut, trying to catch his breath.
Y/n bites his lip when he felt Leons harden cock graze against him and tried to keep his breathing under control. The man was large, probably larger than Y/n ever handled before, and he simultaneously felt excited. With a noise that sounded like a squeak, Y/nās body arched slightly as those larger hands wrapped around him and pressed against his back, smoothing down till they grabbed his backside and squeezed and pushed the cheeks apart. Y/n released a silent choking sound, surprised at the aggressive grip, eyes wide towards Leon. āOh, gods.ā He moans out.
Leon doesnāt need to prep him due to how wet he already is and easily slides inside, earning a chocked out moan. It takes Y/n a few minutes to adjust to Leonās size again after not doing it for some time before he finally grows comfortable and gives him a nod to move. Leon doesnāt need to be told twice as he began to move his hips, leaning down to capture his lovers lips into a kiss.
Y/n meets him thrust after thrust, finally breaking their kiss when heās doing little more than gasping and panting and moaning Leonās name over and over and over again into his mouth. Leons eyes begin to burn, heās so overwhelmed and frantic and on fire that heās not sure how much longer he can last. He ducks his chin to press his lips to Y/nās flushed chest, before Y/n curses and drags Leons mouth back to his.
āI love you,ā Leon breathes when he canāt take it anymore - his blood is searing through his veins like lava, heās surrounded by Y/n in breathtaking ways he never could have hoped to be. On top of it all, amongst their slapping skin and gasps and moans. He rests their foreheads together, bringing a trembling hand up to Y/nās face and pressing his thumb against Y/nās cheek. Y/n swipes his tongue against his swollen, kiss-bitten red lips and flutters his eyelashes Y/n rolls his hips on Leonās cock only once more before heās coming, too, impossibly tighter around Leon while heās still riding his own high. It draws a long, satisfied moan from deep in Leonās chest that has him wondering how soon he could go again, or how quickly he could coax Y/n to hardness again.
āI love you, too,ā Y/n breathes against Leonās lips, trembling and panting and sweating. āWelcome home, tooā¦ā
That causes Leon to laugh, hearing the sudden welcome home after everything. āI am home.ā Leon breaths out while claiming the hybrids lips into another deep kiss.
Sephiroth and reader are both soooo sleepy and so they both go to the room... and they take a nap. Just a huuuuuge nap. They sleep all day and all night long š«¦š !!! It's the best sleep of their lives šā¤ļøāš„ā¤ļøāš„
First some notes: you will be used as the mc I just donāt want to have to fight autocorrect, fem aligned donāt interact you will be blocked, I feel like wings of any kind are super sensitive and like g-spots so there will be a bit of +18 in here, I know not many people like Lucifer but I like him so if you donāt want this then the solution is easy - donāt read this post!
Needless to say that it will take a very long time for Lucifer to warm up to you and for you to get him to lower his walls
But once you get them down, letās say that he can get a bit possessive
For example, one time when you were walking around devildom, others were looking at you and even though Lucifer is the avatar of pride and Levi is the avatar of envy. Itās easy to say that they mightāve temporarily switched roles until they got back to the House of Lamenation
Whenever he lashes out he always tries to make sure your not there to see his demon form because he doesnāt know how youāll react to seeing him (he would most likely ask Diavolo to take you for a bit until he calms himself down)
However you eventually got interested and stayed in the HoL when Lucifer lashed out. You were definitely frightened by his demon form and Lucifer was horrified that you saw him like that, he locked himself in his room and would not let you see him no matter how hard to tried.
After Lucifer finally came out of his room you tired to get him back into his demon form because you wanted to touch his wings, he swore he would not go into his demon form as long as you were in the HoL.
Again you had to wait until he lashed out with him not knowing you were in your room and when you heard him so you ran out of your room over to the common area and planted your face in his wings
Once you did he stopped what he was doing and tried to hard not to moan out of pleasure
The brothers found a way to get Lucifer to stop lashing out at them, just text you āLucifer lash outā and you will go running wherever you are and just plant your face in Luciferās wings. Mammon heavily abused the fact that you would come running so you would just ignore Mammonās unless he texted you āemergencyā to go along with the message
Eventually Lucifer decided to try to overstimulate himself by either letting you or getting himself to touch his wings but no matter how hard he tried his wings were always going to be one of the most sensitive parts of his body
Whenever he went to sleep, which is very rare as you would have to drag him to bed, he would always hold you right in front of his body (he is big spoon, you are little)
Or he would put your head on top of his chest and let you listen to his heartbeat and you would fall asleep like that while he would eventually fall asleep looking at your chest rise and fall with every breath you took letting him know that his boyfriend was there with him and it wasnāt a dream.
- you met the dhampir during saint germainās bastardery, as he was doing his ritual to bring his parents back from hell, instead y/n crawled out of the ritual circle.
- he tried to banish you back but you were confused as well, why cant you go back??
- on the other hand, Alucardās eyes were wide, he heard of demons but never saw one before his eyes, but not one so beautiful as well.
- saint germainās only choice was to banish you off the shield, throwing you back, hitting the wall and causing numerous cracks, you almost shook the entire castle.
- you absolutely didnt know what was happening but you were urged to fight, alucard may not know you but you were useful with your wings, you hesitated, this was not in your nature but you had no choice.
Right after the incident, people are busy reconstructing and recovering, you stayed in his castle, standing before the area saint germain accidentally summoned you, you tried everything to go back but you couldnt, you were stuck here.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, it was alucard reassuring you, promising to give you a home, and perhaps a chance to get to know each other.
And you both did, and you fell first, but he fell harder.
Relationship headcanons!
ā he asks alot of question about where you came from, and you loved providing him answers, its just something about his face of wonder, it was adorable.
ā he loved pecking your lips, but he also loved how your fangs are longer than his, even when he extends them, yours is still longer, its arousing in a way, he wouldnt deny it.
ā yes, absolutely your wings are a warmer for you both, or him, heās greedy of course, whenever he falls asleep on you, its like a muscle memory for your wings to wrap around him.
ā but even as you are a sweetheart, you are still a demon, and you are far more intimidating than vampires.
ā he admires your strength, your protection and of course your beauty, he never shouldāve underestimated you at first.
ā (for fem.) he often thought about children with you, how your beauty and power will impact your childrenās features but its not just beauty, he loves you and you only.
ā he comforts you whenever youāre sobbing and lamenting about your home, promising you he will find a way but at the same time you wanted to stay, for him.
ā he always loves to kiss your horns, holding onto them alot, sometimes he finds difficulty in hugging your waist from behind because of your sharp wings but it works successfully.. sometimes, he wont deny he had some scars from your sharp edges, but he heals them in command.
ā the village children were initially afraid of you at first but when they get to know you more, you were like a parent to them, your intimidating beauty scaring off most of the night creatures.
ā since night creatures do come from hell, then they stay away from you, you are feared by them, afraid of your capabilities, skills and strength, and oh, it was incredible.
ā whenever you get insecure of what you look like, he always kisses those parts you hate, that you blur, talk down on, he praises each and every part of you and wastes no time kissing and caressing you, holding you even, your wings do flutter from them, and of course he teases you for it, but at the end of the day, you won because you fluster him alot.
sephiroth can't resist the siren in shinra's labs...
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includes: bottom sephiroth, top male reader, monsterfucking, siren!reader, monsterfucker!sephiroth, possible ooc sephiroth, implied loss of virginity, slight dub-con (Sephi passes out for a moment)
notes: i had to google if dead fish sink for this. also oiled up sephi is NOT safe from me.
It was only a glimpse. He barely managed to make out your figure.
Your silhouette loomed over the rest of Hojo's lab, a void in the luminous blue water of your tank, like a statue watching over the room.
He froze when he saw you, mesmerised by just your featureless outline, yet Hojo had dragged him away after only a moment.
Ever since, he's felt urged to return to you - as if you're calling his name on a wavelength that he cannot hear but only feel.
You take over his mind every night, occupying his thoughts before he falls asleep and haunting his dreams. He imagines what you might look like. You could be hideous and will tear him to shreds as he stands in fear. Or perhaps you're something divine, something that will lure him in before sinking your sharp teeth into his unmarked neck...
He knows what your life is likely to be. He knows that Hojo will be carrying out wicked experiments on you each day, violating and damaging you. He curses that stupid man and has contemplated multiple times whether he should simply barge into the lab and set you free.
He knows he shouldn't. He knows Hojo would try and kill him for it. He knows that after himself, you're probably the scientist's most precious creature.
But that just convinces him even more. He pleasures himself every night to the thought of Hojo's greatest experiments fucking like wild animals - the thought of Shinra's greatest soldier getting ruined by a filthy beast.
And when everything breaks down for Sephiroth, he finally lets his desires take over him.
āāāāāāāāāāāā
Nibelheim is in flames behind him.
Sephiroth is no longer the hero he was perfectly molded into. He has replaced that man with a murderous monster and he wants to meet his cursed kin. He wants to meet you.
He easily struck down the dozens of Shinra workers that tried to block his path to you and when he reaches the door to the room you're kept in, he barges in like he's about to raid it.
Hojo's not here, but Sephiroth hardly cares right now as he slams the door behind him and locks it, throwing various items of furniture in front of it. He is not risking any Shinra scum interrupting his time with you.
The only light in the room is the harsh blue lighting of your tank, which appears absolutely massive. The cylindrical cell takes up nearly half of the entire back wall, spanning the floor to the ceiling.
His eyebrows furrow as he notices your lack of presence, so he slowly walks over and peers into the glass. The interior descends into complete darkness, yet something tells him you're secretly curled up at the bottom, looking up at him.
Now that he's up close, he realises your tank isn't actually as big as it seemed. It's tall, yes, but quite cramped with limited space for you to move around. It saddens him to think that this has been your 'home' for at least the past few years.
Not wanting to tap against the glass, Sephiroth looks around for something else he could possibly entice you with. He spots a bucket of fish sitting on one of the tables and rushes over to it. Beside the bucket lies a clipboard with a single piece of paper attached to it. He's not in the mood to read any of it, but he catches the line that states, 'Feed time: 12:00 pm daily'.
His nose scrunches, appalled. You're only being fed once a day? Poor thing.
Without even thinking about the obvious risks of this act, he takes a handful of fish and heads up the steps leading up the side of your tank.
He takes a deep breath in preparation, then opens the lid of your tank and drops a fish into the water. He hurriedly closes the lid and peers around the front of the enclosure , watching the fish sink agonisingly slowly into the shadowy depths below.
He pouts, his goal having been to get you to swim up so he can see you.
So he tries again and watches the second fish head into the darkness on its own... then the third... and then the fourth.
He holds the last fish desperately in his hand, closing his eyes and saying a small plea to himself, before lifting the lid once more.
However, before he can drop the fish in, a large webbed hand breaches the surface and locks onto Sephiroth's arm. In shock, he lets go of the fish and it drops down the stairs as he tries to break free.
A second webbed hand takes hold of his other arm, claws scratching at his skin.
Sephiroth's instincts overpower his lust as he pulls back in fright, yelling and kicking at you, yet your grip is too strong.
"G-Get off! Stop!" he screams, tears building up in his eyes as panic sets in.
This was a terrible idea.
With a solid hold on Sephiroth and the lid of your tank open just enough, you pull yourself up, your back crashing into the lid and sending it flying backwards.
From the waist up, you're now out of the water, giving Sephiroth a decent idea of your size. You tower over him, your broad frame engulfing him. Slimy scales on your arms and neck shimmer against the glow from the tank and Sephiroth's terrified eyes follow them up your body until he reaches your face. His breath hitches.
You're absolutely beautiful.
Your eyes mirror the depths of the ocean, their mesmerising hues hypnotising Sephiroth and making him relax in your arms as he admires them.
Your majesty calms him, reminds him why he came here. It was to see you - to let you devour him as you were the only kin he feels he has.
He no longer struggles in your hold. Instead,Ā he slowly takes off his gloves, careful not to make any sudden movements, dropping them beside him.
He then gently runs his fingers over your broad, soft chest.
A confused sound leaves you as your eyes follow his hands and he chuckles.
His touch trails down, ghosting over your waist where skin and scales meet. He takes your hands in his and guides them to his belt.
Thereās a small click as the buckle is undone and Sephiroth lets the garment fall.
He looks up at you as he takes your hands to the clasps of his coat, watching your unreadable expression with eager eyes.
When they both pop, his coat opens to reveal his SOLDIER belt resting on his stomach.
He catches the way your eyes widen slightly with hunger and the thrill it gives him goes straight between his legs.
As if you're watching an oyster reveal its pearl to you, you sink back into the water until your lower half is submerged and watch intensely as Sephiroth undresses fully for you.
Each movement is slow as Sephiroth tries not to visibly shake from his nerves. Every so often he'll glance over at your still frame, his arousal pulsing as your dark eyes burn into him.
Once he's fully nude for you, he hesitantly reaches out for you with an unsteady hand, wanting you to come back to him. The pure, unmarked skin of his palm immediately tempts you and you surge towards him.
Your body weight pushes him down onto his back. The breath is knocked out of him and you tug his jaw open and force your tongue inside.
Sephiroth groans into you, letting you have your way with him as you settle between his splayed legs.
As you indulge in his delicious taste, you start to subconsciously grind yourself against Sephiroth's heat. The white-haired man whines at the feeling of scales rubbing up and down his dick, the sensation so foreign yet somehow so right.
You finally pull back, relishing in your little pearl's submission. He meets your gaze and wraps his legs around your waist.
"More...Give me more, my love..." he pants, practically humping you like a dog in heat.
He doesn't know if it's his words or his actions that you understand, but one of them gets through and you take hold of his sculpted hips and flip him around.
He moans loudly as your slick body slides between him, feeling completely helpless in this moment.
Your hands lie on his ass, roughly toying with the soft flesh. You never knew humans could be so...alluring.
Unable to resist your feral urges, you dive in and begin gliding your long tongue along his hole.
Sephiroth jerks up and yelps, yet you instantly shove him back down again with a strong hand on his back, hissing in his ear at his disobedience.
His heart races in fear and excitement, whining when your tongue finds his hole again and pushes its way inside.
Your strength surpasses his - Sephiroth can only wriggle about under your unbreakable hold, crying and gasping at the new sensations his body is experiencing.
"P-Please, m-mmph~!" he babbles, his words slurred like he's dreaming.
His legs kick up behind you as you continue to knead his thigh with your other hand.
Your tongue slithers against his walls as it stretches them wide open, only just missing a certain spot that Sephiroth is crying for you to hit. Your prey desperately tries to arch his hips up to give you easier access, but you're having none of it and press your hand into his back.
Sephiroth screams in frustration and you only stop when his frantic kicking makes it a little too difficult to carry on. As soon as your hand leaves his back, he pushes his ass up, his thick thighs quivering.
He glances back at you anxiously, as if anticipating you to pounce on him, and is met with you flashing your terrifying fangs at him in an evil grin. His dick twitches and you lean in, using that same tongue that just devoured his asshole to lick all the way up from his tailbone to his neck.
You push your hips onto his, driving his back down as you lie fully on top of him. He moans erotically as your tongue runs up the side of his neck.
"Oh, my love~" he sighs. "I've waited for this for s-so long..."
He reaches up and cups your jaw with his hand, biting his lip seductively when you make eye contact with him.
"Waited for you..." he whispers, before opening his mouth and letting you slide your tongue back in.
Despite the filth of the situation he's in, Sephiroth finds this action romantic. Almost as if it's your version of a kiss.
As you devour him in it, you both gently rock your hips together. The longer you continue this movement, Sephiroth notices the scales rubbing against his ass becoming smoother, like they're disappearing.
Just as he wants to part from the kiss to see what's happening, something hot and wet pokes the inside of his thigh.
He jumps, breaking your kiss and whipping his head around to look behind him. He nearly cums from what he sees.
He stares in awe as a pink tentacle-esque appendage, similar to your tongue only much longer and thicker, slides out from a slit between the crotch area of your scales.
You watch, amused, as his eyes widen with shock, blush covering his cheeks. Your cock slaps against his ass, smearing a mysterious slimy substance all over it.
Sephiroth gasps at the lewdity of it all and when your dick prods at his hole, he looks up at you like a lost puppy. His hand falls from your jaw to your chest, which he buries his face into when he feels you enter him with ease.
You lower his upper half back down and wrap your arms around him, essentially hugging him from behind as you start thrusting into him.
At this, Sephiroth tears up and reciprocates the hug as best he can.Ā
This is everything he needed, everything he longed for.
The slapping of your scales against his wet skin is the only thing he can hear right now, his own cries unimportant as your warmth envelops him.
"M-My love..." Sephiroth sobs into you.
Despite being inhuman, you can feel his emotions and hug him tighter, lifting his hips up slightly to get a better angle in him.
Your dick now slips against that spot he was dying for you to hit earlier, making him roll his eyes back as he sees stars. The loud whines and whimpers he lets out are muffled by your powerful arms.
Everything about this experience is new to him - the pleasure, the comfort, the protection. All his life Sephiroth has been made to believe that he's undeserving of these things, yet you of all people have shown him otherwise.
With you, Sephiroth is not Shinra's most powerful soldier, a weapon used for war. Instead, he is vulnerable in a way that makes him feel wanted. Loved.
He's so lost in how incredible your dick and your body feel that he doesn't realise that you feel the same way. Sort of.
Your pace picks up and the man beneath you starts squirming as a different kind of heat begins to swirl inside of him.
"Oh~! A-Ah! I'm gonna-- Oh, my love I-I'm gonna--!!!" his words are nearly incoherent.
As you hammer into him, the only words he can get out are various pet names for you alongside the occasional "Cumming~~!".
And that's the only warning you get before he shudders in your arms, pearly cum gushing out of him as his orgasm takes over.
With your limited interactions with humanity, you've never seen this behaviour before, so you cease moving and loosen your hold on him, peering over his shoulder.
After who knows how long, his orgasm fades, leaving him trembling beneath you.
You push the hair out of his face to check if he's still conscious. Even if he's not, you're too impatient to wait for him to wake up, grabbing him harshly and dragging him halfway into the water.
This throws him out of whatever state he was in as he cries out in surprise.
"W-Wait, my love--!!"
He stutters as you pull out and spin him round to face you, his flushed face stained with tears.
He weakly manages to wrap his legs around your waist as you shove back into him. He hurriedly grasps your shoulders, struggling to adjust to your speed as you pound into his abused hole.
His cries and shouts fall on deaf ears as your dick pistons in and out of him. His tight ass squeezes the wet tendril, a choked 'Ah!' being punched out of him each time it rams into that same spot.
"Too much~~! 'S too much my love--!" he rambles.
Faint colourful patterns start to dance around in Sephiroth's vision. He no longer has any strength or energy to move on his own, completely relying on your body to keep his head above water.
You bask in his desperation, softly lapping and nibbling at his earlobe possessively.
This pathetic man walked into your enclosure and opened your tank like a naive child trying to feed a lion at the zoo. He has made his mistake and you will not let him back out of it.
He's given you a taste of something you have been denied for years.
You will make this man your mate whether he likes it or not.
The thought alone is enough to send a thrill down you, clinging onto his toned waist as you slam even more brutally into him.
You let out a pleased trill next to his ear as your hips stutter, ready to fill your mate up.
"W-Wait-! Ah~! A-AH?!"
Sephiroth's noises are cut off by the feeling of your hot sperm releasing into him, his own overstimulated cock weakly spurting out more small drops of white.
His nails dig into the scales on your shoulders as he clenches around you tight, focussing solely on the warmth spilling into his stomach.
"Love..." he whispers, dizzy.
Sephiroth physically cannot carry himself and his head falls onto your shoulder in exhaustion.
You peer down at him curiously, before scooping him up in your arms and lying back in the water, letting him rest on you as his own personal lifeboat.
He falls asleep within minutes, so worn out he doesn't stir when you later jump out of your tank, carrying him with you in your arms.
āāāāāāāāāāāā
Shinra SOLDIERS finally manage to break into your cell, hours after you escaped with your lover.
All they discover is your empty tank with the top wide open and a rogue dead fish lying on the floor.
includes: bottom sephi, top male reader, cross-dressing, bottom Sephiroth, top male reader, established relationship, pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth.
notes: there are no bottom sephi x male reader fics here...don't worry fellas, i'm here to change that į(ā¾Ģā”ā¾Ģ)į also sephiroth is probably ooc here as i've only played the og ff7 and don't know a lot about the character's lore outside of that.
this is also my first time writing ever, let alone smut so i rlly hope you enjoy!
You're met with silence. You're sitting anxiously on the bed waiting for your lover to show himself.
You had miraculously convinced him to wear a mini skirt in an attempt to conquer some of his fears surrounding intimacy.
It was actually Sephiroth himself who had asked you to buy him some racy clothing to step out of his comfort zone. He wasn't entirely sure what he meant when he brought up the idea to you, but he certainly wasn't thinking about something so...feminine.
You had mentioned wearing a skirt when listing off many different items of clothing you thought he could try and, for some reason, it stuck in his mind.
So now here he is, standing hesitantly in the bathroom and staring at himself in the mirror.
"Sephiroth?" You call again. "Is everything okay?"
He gulps nervously. He wants to impress you, but the only word he can use to describe his current appearance is embarrassing.
"Yes," he responds quietly.
"Sephiroth, we don't have to do this," you reassure him. "You can take it off if you don't feel comfortable."
You're starting to feel guilty - maybe you've pushed him too far out of his comfort zone.
"No," Sephiroth states flatly.
"You want to take it off?" You ask.
"No," Sephiroth states again, more confidently this time.
"Oh, okay," you're slightly stunned at his unpredictability. "Don't worry, just take your time-"
You're cut off by the bathroom door suddenly opening and revealing the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.
You can't stop your jaw from dropping slightly as your eyes travel down Sephiroth's form.
He's standing timidly in the doorway with his hands in front of him in a poor attempt to cover himself.
He's wearing a white shirt that's unbuttoned just enough to expose a slither of his chest whilst leaving the rest to the imagination.
Then, of course, the star of the show - a black skirt that just covers his crotch and lets his thighs remain visible. The fabric tightly hugs his figure and rides up just a little bit when he shifts self-consciously.
"Wow," you gawk like a fourteen year old boy seeing tits for the first time (which, in a certain sense, you suppose you are).
"[Nameā¦]ā Sephiroth whines, turning his head away as a heavy blush creeps across his face. "This is humiliating."
"Come here," you tell him softly.
Without making eye contact, he makes his way over to the bed, awaiting your next comment.
"Turn around."
He nearly whimpers in shame as he immediately faces the other way, allowing you to fully appreciate his curves and the tiniest glimpse of his ass peeking out from the skirt.
You reach out and run your fingers up the side of his thigh and he shivers at the touch. Your hand slips underneath the fabric and you discover that he isn't wearing any underwear.
That'll be why he was so desperate to cover himself.
You grin before standing up and flipping your positions. You push your chest into his back, forcing Sephiroth to bend over and grant you a devilish view. His hands desperately grasp at the sheets below to steady himself as your own snake around his hips and carefully pull the fabric of the skirt up halfway.
Sephiroth gasps at the exposure and the feeling of your thumbs tenderly caressing his skin.
"You look so pretty, angel..." you whisper and he croons in response.
Your touch drifts up his ass before leaving. Sephiroth's head whips round in confusion, but he's relieved to see you're just removing your clothing. He relaxes and props himself up on his elbows instead of his hands, fighting the urge to arch his back and fully present himself to you.
He instantly loses that fight the second he feels your warm cock slide between his ass. He bites back a moan as he feels you tease his hole, steadily grinding against him.
He pushes back slightly, completely pressing himself against you. His soft skin paired with the added friction of the skirt makes you groan.
Sephiroth huffs impatiently.
"Enough, [Name]," he pants. "Please, I need more."
You pull back and reach into your bedside drawer and grab the bottle of lube. Whilst you're distracted, Sephiroth reaches back to pull the skirt up above his hips, fully displaying himself to you.
When you look back at him you freeze for a moment. Sephiroth smirks at you.
"Well?" He teases. "Don't keep me waiting, [Name]."
You chuckle, regaining your composure and positioning yourself behind him like before.
You pour a generous amount of lube onto Sephiroth's ass, cautious not to get any on the skirt. Tenderly, you push one finger into him and he mewls at the sensation.
"Please, love," he practically begs. "Not like this, you're being too cruel-"
"Patience, sweetheart," you soothe him, delicately running your unoccupied hand through his silver locks to ease him. "You spent all this time getting ready for me, let me enjoy myself, hm?"
Sephiroth turns to look at you again. His bangs messily cover his eyes, yet you know he's glaring.
After a little while, which felt like forever to Sephiroth, you push in another finger, then another and slowly push them in and out. Your lover makes small rocking movements, trying to match yours but it simply isn't enough.
"[Name]..." he breathed, need lacing his voice.
"Alright, baby," you pull your fingers out and pat his hip gently.
He wiggles his hips in arousal as you bring your cock to his entrance. You push the tip in and Sephiroth purrs with excitement. You stretch him so nicely as your dick fills him up.
Once you bottom out, you give him a moment to adjust and he eagerly rubs his ass against you.
Taking his hint, you begin thrusting into him and his eyes flutter shut. Tiny pants leave him and his own abandoned cock rubs against the fabric of his skirt. He reaches down and grabs his dick through the material, jerking himself off in a pathetic rhythm.
As you fuck into him faster, Sephiroth feels himself starting to reach his breaking point. There's something so erotic about him being in such a slutty outfit whilst you pound him. Eventually, he can't keep up with your pace and drops his hand back onto the bed, this time arching his back more to press his dick further into the skirt.
It's only now that you realise what he's doing and you cease your movements, earning a clueless cry from Sephiroth as his eyes snap open.
"Ah-ah," you scold. "We don't want to ruin your lovely skirt, do we?"
Wide-eyed, Sephiroth glances down and sees he's smeared precum all over said skirt. He tries to hide it with his hand.
Unimpressed, you pull out and manhandle him onto his back, dragging him fully onto the bed. You climb on top of him and lick up his jaw, trapping him between you and the pillows.
āI was hoping Iād be able to see you in this again,ā you whisper into his ear. āBut that wonāt happen if you make a mess of it.ā
You settle between his spread legs, the skirt now looking more like a belt with how far itās ridden up, and begin undoing his shirt fully.
Sephiroth blushes even harder and hides his face with his hand as his beautiful chest is now on show.
Like a starved man, you dive in and immediately plant bites and kisses all over his pecs, earning several choked gasps from Sephiroth.
ā[Name]ā¦ā he murmurs, struggling to keep himself composed.
Satisfied, you pull back and align yourself with his hole again before shoving your dick all the way in.
Sephiroth moans and quickly covers his mouth with his hand.
You let the action slide and instead focus on the delightful sight of your loverās hole swallowing you fully. You know Sephiroth is embarrassed by his attire and donāt want to make it worse.
You hold his knees up to your shoulders as you slam into him, your arousal making it difficult to control yourself.
Quiet pants and whimpers from Sephiroth spur you on. His useless cock bounces between you, spurting more and more precum onto the skirt, much to your disappointment.
The man beneath you notices your staring and hastily moves to shield his cock with the skirt. You immediately shove his hand away and wrap one of yours around his base.
Sephiroth yelps and looks up at you with adorable, helpless eyes. As you jerk him off, you lean forward, keeping Sephirothās legs rested on your shoulders.
Your dick now repeatedly hammers into a particularly sweet spot inside of him and before he can stop it, tears start brimming in Sephirothās eyes.
He cups your face in his hands and you lock eyes with him, admiring his teared-up and fucked-out expression.
āM-My loveā¦Iām c-close!ā He stutters, hoping you wonāt tease him any further.
And you donāt. You keep thrusting into him and continue moving your hand up and down and up and down andā
āA-Ah! Ah~!ā Sephiroth lets out one final whimper as his body tenses, his hole clenching around you.
His cum lands all over his skirt and his chest.
You follow soon after and Sephiroth hums in pleasure as he feels your warmth spill into him.
You both lie still for a few moments, listening to each otherās heavy breathing.
Slowly, you pull out of him and have to restrain yourself as you watch your cum seep out of him. When you look up, you see that the skirt has been officially ruined as white stains cover it.
āWhat a shameā¦ā you think aloud, gently lifting Sephirothās legs off your shoulders and bringing them back onto the bed. āYou looked so beautiful in it, angel.ā
Sephirothās sly smirk returns to his face as he calmed down.
āA shame indeed,ā he says under his breath.
Unbeknownst to you, heās already planning to buy another skirt. Or perhaps several.
It's a warm spring morning with the harpy dads...Its quiet, comfy...until a different harpy shows up trying to steal the nest, nearly knocking us out of it.
OR
[reader] waking up after a nap or something and the harpy dads are just prancing around not to far, both showing off feathers in some mating dance (of course they don't do the deed they already have a kid, think of it as a harpies own special bonding)
I luv platonic yans and harpies š„¹
I like your mind anon. Here's more of the harpies.
TW: gore and violence (not towards reader)
Parental Yandere Harpies x GN reader
Summary: a vacation gone wrong quickly leaves you in the clutches of harpies convinced youāre in desperate need of their attention.
Masterlist here.
Part 1, Part 2
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You hated to admit it, but you were slowly getting accustomed to life with Ary'nos and Cir'esāno longer fearing that they would eat you. Compared to the busyness of work and school, living in the nest was a peaceful change. You didn't have to worry about bills or figuring out what to eat for dinner everyday, and if you were being honest, the only thing you 'worried' about now was how to keep yourself entertained for the few moments the harpiesĀ bothĀ left you alone.Ā
It was normal for one of them to stay with you while the other one left to hunt, and today you found yourself nest-bound with Cir'es. At the moment, you were mindlessly playing with the feathers on his chest, watching them shimmer with hues of the rainbow. Cir'es seemed pleased at the touch, watching over you silently.Ā
You had learned that the harpies, while capable of human speech, had their own language. The foreign tongue was hard, straining your human vocal cords from the amount of deep-chested growls, chuffs, and clicks the dialect encorporated. Out of concern for your voice, Cir'es decided to take a break from today's lesson, opting for a cuddle session instead.Ā
You were just glad for the vocal rest.Ā
When you heard the sound of someone landing at the entrance of the cave, you thought nothing of itāassuming it was Ary'nos returning from the hunt. The dark growl that rumbled from Cir'es's chest shocked you out of that assumption.Ā
Your gaze snapped to the entrance finding a crimson-feathered harpy, stalking forward with its eyes locked intensely on you. Cir'es quickly flipped you over, now hunching over you instead of having you lay on his chest, and spread his wings out, covering the nest entirely.Ā
It was moments such as this one that reminded you that they were more animal than man.Ā
As the foreign harpy approached the nest, gaze now focused onto Cir'es, you heard a sharp whistling sound of wings cutting through air followed by a feral growl as Ary'nos knocked the intruder down in an ambush from behind.Ā
A fight followed, the two harpies moving too quickly for you to comprehend, with Ary'nos viciously clawing and tearing at the flesh of the intruding harpy. Of course, the other harpy retaliated just as ferally, trying to wrestle Ary'nos onto the floor of the cave, but he was too slow. The moment an opening appeared, Ary'nos had embedded his fangs deep into the neck of the harpy, ripping out his carotid arteries in a bloody display.Ā
The harpy convulsed, wheezing and slumping onto his knees defeated. But Ary'nos didn't stop there. Just as Ary'nos rested his foot on the other's head, Cir'es firmly tucked your face underneath his chin, using his wings to wrap around you like a cocoon to ensure you wouldn't witness what happened next.Ā
The sound of bones cracking gave you a pretty good idea of what Ary'nos was doing despite Cir'es efforts to distract you. When the noises died down and a wet squelch followed, you knew that Ary'nos had just crushed that harpy's skull using one leg as if it were a cherry.Ā
Was that what they were going to do to you if you tried to run?Ā
Ary'nos loomed over the nest, drenched in blood. His chest rose and fell erratically, and his pupils were blown out in a blood-hungry look. He hopped down into the pit where you and Cir'es laid, grabbing Cir'es by the hair into a bloody kiss and a hissed out "Mine". Then he pulled you up by the nape, ignoring your whimper, and pressed his forehead against yours with a growl. You could feel the blood dripping from his face to yours.
"Mine," he rumbled, feathers fluffing out defensively, "Mine."
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A/N: Let me know what you guys think of the development for these two! Sorry for the short update
You stare at your Werewolf!Boyfriend laying in your bed. It's night already, so all you can see right now is a pile of fur and a snout peaking out of the mess of blankets. It's cuteā you rarely ever go to sleep after him, but something kept you up longer. And now, you're standing beside your bed, staring down with a blank face. You narrow your eyes.
You jump on the bed beside him, pulling the blanket off of his face. You place both hands on the side of his head, and begin rubbing your face on to his, hard.
He whined, pulling back slightly, but you kept him in place. He grunted when you didn't stop, rubbing it from side to side on the side of his snout. Now, he moved one of his large hands to push you away, placing it in the middle of your torso.
"Yeah, doesn't feel nice, does it." You ask him, when you slide on the sheets of your blanket and your face is now away from his. His eyes slightly open, and now peering at you. He let out a huff. "I get it...I get it..." He mumbles, nose twitching.
You let out a prideful hum, sitting up to move closer to your boyfriend and laying down beside him with a content smile. But before you could wrap your arms around him, he lifts himself up, and pins you down on the bed. You yelp in surprise, and let out a loud groan when your vision gets blocked by fur and he begins to rub his face on yours; your only defense being muffled protests at his antics.
Yandere Demon who was summoned by a cult with you as their sacrifice.
The yandere may be a demon but he isn't a monster (ā ėā āøā ėā ) so he let you go!
But there's just one issue....
"What's wrong with me!? Why don't you deem me worthy!?"
Sacrificial Reader who had been brainwashed into seeing this sacrifice as a gift and rejection as the biggest insult.
Yan Demon who developed an unhealthy possession over you ,seeing you too pure for everyone. X Sacrificial Reader who keeps trying to get Yan Demon to eat them.
šøļøYou're "Boyfriend" has been acting strange, what are you going to do?
šøļøImagine your amazing boyfriend came home one day with a old looking book! He found it at a charity shop and wanted to give it a try. "Hey! It's like demon vibes and stuff. Spooky, isn't it?" He smiles widely while wrapping his arm around you.
You didn't agree with it. You thought it was wrong to mess with things our minds couldn't fathom. Your boyfriend understood your concerns buttttttt he did still want to play with it himself.
That's how you ended waking up one night to choking noises in your shared bathroom, you went over to the door but noticed it was locked when you tried to open it. "Victor, open the door!" You tried the handle again, trying to barge in. That's when he opened the door, wiping his mouth. "Are you Okay? What happened?" Your boyfriend cupped your face and kissed your forehead. "Just mouthwash, woke up feeling gross. Now come on, we got time to sleep in." He leaded you back to your shared bed. You noticed how he held you a little tighter then normal, you could hear his breaths next to your ear.
šøļøSince that day you've noticed your boyfriend's acting different. He's not talking to his friends anymore, he's staring off into space constantly, it's concerning. You noticed him having one of his disassociation episodes. You sit down next to him on your sofa waiting for him to come back. That's when you noticed his eyes were normal, his eyes had gotten darkener? This was his normal eye colour so what colour has is eyes been for the last few weeks? You felt terrible for only just noticing, leaning closer to his face. That when his eyes snapped to make eye contact with yours.
He smiles from ear to ear. "Darling?" You jumped backed almost falling off the sofa but you're boyfriend caught you.
"Woah! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" You looked back to see the floor before looking at your boyfriend again his eyes were dark again.
You tried to think about when this change might of happened and that's when you remember that book...
šøļø When your boyfriend was at work you search your bedroom high and low trying to find it. You found it hidden deep within your boyfriends draws. Why'd he hide it? He was practicing dancing round with it when he bought it.
You sit on your bed and flip through the pages. It was all spells and curses till you found one page that made your blood run cold. It was almost like you drawn to it in the worst way possible. Wish Granting. You trail your finger along the sentences. "If the Subject takes advantage of the opportunity, the demon shall take their body as a vessel in compensation." The sentence made a shiver run down your spine. Would your boyfriend dare mess about with a demonic book? Yes, actually that's very on brand for him.
"Darling what are you doing? I thought you didn't like that thing?" You flinched hard at his sweet voice. "I erm, well, maybe you were right? It could be fun." Victor comes closer. "No, you were right the first time." He says in a almost condescending ton. He kissed the top of your head and snatched the book out of your hands. He gently leads you off the bed. "Come on, I'll cook and you can pick the movie we watch." You flipped through shows and movies till you zoned out on a ghost movie. Maybe you were overthinking? Your boyfriend couldn't be possessed ,that's so silly. "Don't keep that on the screen for too long, you know I hate horror!" He hands you a plate of food and sits right next to you. Maybe you've just been overwhelmed. You put on your guys favourite show to binge watch and take a bite of your meal. Tomato was definitely a prime flavour, it was good! Your face hardens when you noticed your plate was identical to Victors. He takes a big bite, seemingly unfazed.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. why?"
That's when your blood runs cold, you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in.
Your boyfriend was allergic to tomatoes.
šøļø"Darling? Darling, are you alright?" You felt yourself exhale and inhale too quickly. This wasn't right. "Darling if you don't talk to me I'll break down this door." You hold onto the sink like a life line. "You're not him! Are you?" There was a silence, it felt like every second it continued the harder it was to breathe. "Darling. I don't want you to take this the wrong way but have you been sleeping well?" "Tell me the truth!" You shout and the silence fell again. "He was weak. Pathetic, I'd say. I can give you anything you want!" You slump down to the floor. You don't know what to do. "I can remember his memories, I feel his emotions and he feels mine. A back and forth, a fight for control but the only thing we have have in common is our love for you. I don't want to hurt you. I like our life here."
"So open the door and we can talk about this."
So you guys choose your fate. Will you open the door?
Open The Door (ā ļ½”ā ā¢Ģā ļøæā ā¢Ģā ļ½”ā )
warnings: implied murder and very slight smut wherein reader is a bottom
yan!husband used to be a bit of a slacker. at least, you definitely didn't marry him for his outstanding hard workāyou did it because you were highschool sweethearts and still young enough to think that meant true love. but after years of chores he never participated in, vanilla sex, and 'dark humor' jokes that sat wrong in a way you couldn't describe, your relationship reached a place of comfortable stagnancy. until lately, of course.
yan!husband has beenā¦ different in the last few months. attentive and sweet, making a point of bringing you flowers at work and making you breakfast in bed. it's oddāperhaps a little unnerving.
yan!husband is enthralled by you. enraptured. he always happens to be staring when you catch his eye no matter what you happen to be doing. having breakfast at the dining table, sitting together in the living room, and once you woke up in the middle of the night and immediately found his eyes, staring. they had looked red like a picture with flash from the mid-2000s. just for a moment, that is. he just smiled and told you to go back to sleep.
yan!husband is a night owl. he likes to go out alone to the bar or on late night walks. and he's always so happy after. he's much calmer than the days leading up to these late night escapades where he's a little frustrated and sometimes forgets himself. (you once saw a straight row of fangs when he smiled, sharper than knives. he noticed your goosebumps and seemed embarrassed.)
yan!husband is open with his affection. he loves to hug you and hold you and especially to kiss you. he calls it making up for lost time. he's not above begging, either. he's entirely willing to get on his knees, to do all the work, to lick down your body and watch you cum. he adores a cuddle-fuck. he likes to hear you moan while he thrusts into you, letting his hands explore up and down your torso, feeling the soft skin.
sometimes, you're confident he's holding back. preforming restraint like a man typically doesāhiding all the more primal impulses.
yan!husband isā¦ introspective. he doesn't talk all that much and spends a lot of time just observing. he occasionally tells you some of these observations; common human practices, the odd nature of humor, how vain and cruel everyone seems to be. everyone except you, that being.
yan!husband knows you know but refuses to acknowledge it. he doesn't care. he's your Hale. your sweet husband.
an: might do a little p2 on this, I adore the trope (Iāve probably read every imposter x reader on this app)
an 2: thank everyone so much for all the notes and for the follows, it means a lot bc lifeās been kicking my butt lately
The male siren who works at the same bar as you can only transform through skin-on-skin contact with a human. The bar has become twice as popular ever since he was hired, which is great news for your boss. The task of helping your coworker shift between forms is entirely up to you, and touching his shoulder or arm is usually enough.
Lately the transition time has been taking longer and longer, leaving the siren drained of energy and panting by the time he transitions into his human form. You can tell something is wrong, so you ask. He's visibly embarrassed as he tells you that he needs more contact to shift properly, and all the previous times he's been forcing it.
You let him know you're more than okay with it, and end up hugging him awkwardly over the edge of the blowup bathtub that's been set up for him in the backroom. He's in his human form almost in the blink of an eye, and you share a triumphant laugh. A week passes just fine, but by the eighth day, he's having a hard time once again. It doesn't help that he's supposed to go on stage in ten minutes.
He's stressing out, tugging at his hair and chirping in distress. You've never heard him make that sound before. You decide to clamber into the bathtub with him. Water splashes everywhere as he flails in confusion for a second, but he calms down the moment you wrap your arms around him. A small trill of content escapes him. After a minute he taps you on the shoulder, and you realize it worked. You get out and let him get ready while you squeeze the water out of your clothes as best as you can.
He brushes his cheek against yours affectionately, thanking you before he dashes onto the stage. His voice is particularly enchanting that night.
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