Imagine Al Haitham who was in frantic, earning glances in the crown as he navigate his way through the busy city. While they have seen the former acting grand Sage taking this route everyday. It is not everyday they get see the man running, sweat rolling down his temple as he seemed to be chasing something. Faster. He thought. You have to be there faster.

Imagine Al Haitham who almost slam the door as soon as he reached your house but manage to regain his cool and gently open and close the door without missing a beat. It did not took him that long to find you on your bedroom floor, in a squat position, silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Right beside you was your pet, peacefully laying there as if he was asleep. But you and him knew better than that. He was gone.

Imagine Al Haitham whom without a word, kneel down beside you and pull you into his embrace. That was it took for you break down crying. You just collapse in his arms and started sobbing. Your hands clenching on his chest. You just, you just lost it. "They told me he would be okay.." You cried. "I did what they told me to do..." You sob, voice full of pain and sadness. "I was with him the whole time..." He could only gulp the lump on his throat. "He was just sleeping so peaceful..." "I know..." He replied.

Imagine Al Haitham who was gently caresses your back, trying to ease out your breathing as you sob uncontrollably. The way be pat you gently at the back as you slowly calm down. One of his hands travelling all the way up to your head and run his finger through your hair, soothing you out. As much as he wants to tell you it's alright, that it's okay. He knew that was not the case. You are not okay, you just lost your best friend, your son, your favourite. He will not tell you it's alright.

Imagine Al Haitham who gently peel you off his chest, you tear stained messed up face coming into view but the two of you do not give a damn. Gently, he looked at your face. Hands reaching out and carefully wipe off tears on your cheeks, pry off lost strands of your hair away from your face. "Hey..." He gently grab your face with both hands. Gently, he rest his forehead against yours. "I know you did your best." He started, once again he felt you shaking. "Thank you for staying by his side till the end." Once again you started crying.

Imagine the way Al Haitham kept running his hand through your back. Tapping and caressing while once again wsiting for you to calm down. He does not know how long the two of you have been sitting in there on the floor and honestly he does not give a damn. Nevertheless, he glance at your pet not so far away from the two of you, a pang on his chest occurs. While it does not hurt him as much as it hurt you. It does not mean that it does not hurt.

Imagine the moment Al Haitham kept you slowly dozing off on his tear soaked shoulder. He gently tap you on your arm. "Rest." You hear him say. "I'll take care of our little guy here." You hear him added. "Would that be okay with you?" You felt him caresses the side of your face. Tired, you tried to open your heavy lids but ended with a hand covering your eyes. Soon, a tear slip past those hand. "Please." Your voice was hoarse, it held so much pain and sorrow. "Please do." "You don't have to say please." He utter before kissing your forehead. "Take a rest, please."

Imagine Al Haitham does not know how long this would hurt you, how long it will take you to heal from such tragedy. But he would be there with you in every step you needed to take. "I'm here." As you lay there in bed asleep. He held your hand with both of his. While he does not know how to ease the pain, he hoped that his presence could ease a little bit of pain you would feel again once you wake up. "I'm here."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: My cat died yesterday. It hurts.

8:00 am

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Only person on Earth to ship those characters

I made a quick fanslation of a page about them a while back. I remember someone liking that post recently - otherwise I would have sincerely forgotten about it.

Clearly a bit of translator bias since I brought up not wanting to feel too cutesy with it .

He brought up Courier's sister which fills me with anger

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I'm sorry I hate your fanfiction

It's really Courier having a sister for me. I don't fully know why but I hate it. It feels like such a weak narrative.

finally, someone who agrees that the shikoku chapters are just bad😭😭

I've been saying that for a long time! I can't really qualify them as bad when I can't. Read the text. But what I do know I don't like

to me the chapters aren't that bad, but the hasty introductions especially courier's sister is really bugging me😭😭 so yeah i agree with you! 🤝

More Ogakiverse content

Swindler's backstory was definitely written by Swindler Georg and not Rokurou Ogaki, but Shikoku Arc was his brainfart... I mean brain baby.

Only person on Earth to ship those characters

I made a quick fanslation of a page about them a while back. I remember someone liking that post recently - otherwise I would have sincerely forgotten about it.

Clearly a bit of translator bias since I brought up not wanting to feel too cutesy with it .

He brought up Courier's sister which fills me with anger

Senior Citizen is way funnier than any other translation. That being said, note that she's actually named "The Ordinary Person's senpai". Sorry for spreading misinformation just because it was funny

I'm sorry I hate your fanfiction

It's really Courier having a sister for me. I don't fully know why but I hate it. It feels like such a weak narrative.

finally, someone who agrees that the shikoku chapters are just bad😭😭

ULTRAVIOLENCE | TOJI FUSHIGURO

blue collar! toji was sitting in his apartment one evening, nursing a beer and watching a football game on his television when you walk in, tears stroking your puffy pink cheeks. Your eyes are all red rimmed and glossy, and your lashes clump together with wetness as choked sobs leave your lips.

blue collar! toji sits up immediately, ears perked like a dog who's distressed over the sound of his mate's agony, and his eyes lock in on you, his sweet baby, crying and holding a piece of paper shakily in your little hands.

blue collar! toji coos soothingly to you and gestures for you to come sit on his lap. It's what always helps you calm down. No matter what's happened to you, as long as Toji's got his beefy arms around you and his fingers in your mouth for him to suckle on, everything will be okay. Plus, lap time usually ends up with Toji bouncing you up and down on his cock until you feel better.

blue collar! toji guides you by the hips, big hands splayed over your flesh as he settles you on his thighs, parting your legs so you're straddling him just the way you both like it; with your legs over either side of his lap so that your hot core is pressed right against his bulge.

blue collar! toji pets your hair softly. "Why you cryin', baby? Somethin' bad happen at school? Just tell me who I needa beat up." Toji's brows furrow with concern as he holds you still, your little shoulders shaking with each sob that wracks your frame. He sets his beer down on the coffee table with a thud, his full attention now focused solely on you. Noticing you're still shaken and teary, he gently bounces you on his lap, trying to calm you down.

"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that," he coos, one hand coming up to cup your tear-stained cheek. He thumbs away the moisture, his calloused digit brushing off the tears from your soft, plump cheeks.

You sniffle, your nose rubbing against his palm as you lean into his touch. "T-the letter," you whimper, your voice small and fragile. "S-says... says I d-don't have enough credits to graduate school, Toji." You sob softly, plush lower lip wobbling as you cry into his hands. "I'm gonna h-have to repeat senior year!"

blue collar! toji's other hand slides down to your lower back, his fingers splaying possessively over the curve of your hip. He gives you a little squeeze, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the heat of his body seeping into you, the bulge of his cock pressing insistently against your core. "Hm."

blue collar! toji takes the crumpled paper from your hand, smoothing it out to read the news printed on it. His jaw clenches as he takes in the words, a flicker of interest in his eyes before it's quickly masked by a look of forced sympathy. "Aww, baby, that’s so sad," he drawls, eyes gleaming with something way too smug for the situation. His big hands coming to rest on your hips, fingers squeezing just enough to make you squirm. "Guess that means you’re stuck there for another year, huh?”

blue collar! toji is his little angel's biggest supporter; he tells you every day how no one could ever love you or care for you half as much as he does, but he can't help but think about how nice it is that you're being held back.

blue collar! toji likes to brag to his friends behind your back that he's got a ripe little eighteen year old high school girl as his girlfriend. They'd all been so jealous too. He told the boys at the auto-shop how you guys had met a few months after you became an adult, and how you were a little dummy that wasn't doing good in school and needed him to help you out in everything, and in return, he'd spoil you with gifts and fill you with his cum every night.

blue collar! toji is secretly elated that he can continue to brag about his little high school girlfriend. Toji starts rocking his hips, grinding his hardening cock against your covered pussy. You can feel the heat of him through the fabric, the thick outline of his cock throbbing with need.

"This is a good thing, princess. Now you don't have college taking away from the time I use to show you how much you mean to me," Toji's heart aches seeing his baby girl so upset, but he can't help the way his cock twitches in his jeans at the thought of keeping you all to himself for just a bit longer.

blue collar! toji gently helps you grind on his hardening bulge. "See?" He murmurs, "We wouldn't get our playtimes if you're so far away in a lil ol' dorm without me, ain’t that right, pretty baby?”

You nod softly “Mhm… I… I-i know,” you whine breathily, your voice soft and dreamy as you feel a pleasant friction against your pussy with each bump against his clothed bulge.

blue collar! toji praises you with a messy kiss to your lips, tongue swirling around yours. His hand rocking your hips back and forth against him while his other gently tugs your hair "That’s my girl, baby," He mumbles against your mouth, "Listenin’ so good. See? Don’t need any school to be my perfect lil lady.”

"Mmh... T-toji, want you inside," You keen into his mouth, tasting and sucking him in greedily, and he pulls back with a wet pop. He grins wickedly, loving the needy sound of your voice. He grips your hips tighter, grinding your clothed cunt hard against the rigid length of his cock. "Fuck, you need my dick that badly, baby? Need me to fill up this greedy lil pussy?"

blue collar! toji growls, already working open the button of his pants. His thick cock springs free, slapping against your stomach as it's released from its confines. It's already slick with precum and swollen from how you'd been grinding against him, the fat head flared and ready to stretch you out.

His fingers hook into the crotch of your panties and drag them to the side, exposing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. He circles your entrance with a finger, feeling how wet and ready you are. "Fuck, look at this sloppy little cunt. Gonna make such a mess outta you, princess..."

Slowly, keeping his eyes locked on yours, blue collar! toji starts to sink you down onto his thick cock. Your tight walls stretch obscenely around his girth as he fills you inch by inch.

"Unngh, fuck!" you whimper, back arching as he hilts inside you, your ass pressing against his lap as he puts every last bit of his swollen cock inside you. He's so far inside you that you feel like you're being split into, your little body struggling to take his cock.

blue collar! toji is a lot older than you, but hes much bigger than you in size. His beefy arms wrap completely around your little body, and his huge hand is the size of one of your plump ass cheeks. Perfect for him to smack and grope your butt when he fucks you. But toji's cock is where your size difference affects you the most.

blue collar! toji's cock fills you up so much that he has to ease it in you slow and steady until it fills you to the hilt, hitting that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Take it, baby. Fuckin' take my big cock," Toji snarls, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He starts bouncing you on his lap, using your body to fuck himself in your tight cunt

The obscene schlick schlick schlick of Toji's cock plunging into your sopping little pussy echoes through the living room, mingling with your desperate moans. You dig your nails so hard into his shoulder that you leave angry red welts in his skin, needing to stay stable so you don't pass out on his thick fucking cock.

His thick shaft drags deliciously against your clinging walls with every thrust, stretching and filling you so completely as your head drops against his shoulder, ragged breaths wracking your body. "Hngh, T-toji..."

"Look at you, baby. Dumb little thing can’t even think straight, huh? What, too stupid to do anything but take what I give you? Bet you don’t even remember what had you cryin’ earlier. School? Grades? Pfft. Nothin’ in that pretty little head but me now, huh?"

blue collar! toji hilts inside you, grinding his cock up against your plush g-spot, stirring his tip against your sweet spot. To add to your overstimulation, he snakes his hand down to your pussy, rubbing lazy figure eights on your puffy clit.

You scream, gushing all over his cock quicker than you'd imagine. Your breath is ragged, sweat dripping down your temple as Toji uses your body for his pleasure, chasing his own release. The armchair creaks and shakes beneath you.

blue collar! toji's free hand roams your body greedily as he grinds your hips against his throbbing cock, squeezing the soft globes of your ass. He kneads the plump flesh, sinking his fingers into the supple skin as he guides your movements, urging you to grind harder against him. "Jus' like that mama, work those hips, it helps you forget bout everything bad."

He shoves his mouth against yours in a filthy kiss, invading your lips with his tongue as he pinches your clit, rocking you through your orgasm. Toji swallows your breathy moans, drinking in the sweet taste of your tongue.

"Mmmph, fuckin' hell," blue collar! toji curses against your lips, the rough pad of his thumb finding your sensitive clit. He rubs the swollen nub in firm circles, feeling it swell and throb beneath his touch. "Takin' my cock so good, kiddo."

With a sudden, hard thrust of his hips, he sheathes himself inside you to the hilt, bottoming out immediately.

"Oh fuck, Toji! You're so deep… so fucking deep inside me," you keen loudly, and your pleasure builds rapidly, the thick drag of his dick against your swollen walls clinging onto him with each pump inside you.

He shifts angles slightly, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. The new position has him rubbing against a sensitive spot inside, sending jolts of electric pleasure zinging up your spine, and thats all it takes for you to clench around him and scream, squirting all over his cock for a second time.

blue collar! toji doesn't relent, fucking you through your high with short, sharp jabs of his hips. He chases his own pleasure, the thick length pulsing and throbbing inside your fluttering channel. With a harsh shout, he hilts deep, his cock jerking as he erupts.

"Fuck fuck fuuuuck!" blue collar! toji roars, flooding your pussy with what feels like gallons of hot, thick cum. He grinds against your spongy cervix, painting your insides white with his seed. You feel the scorching heat of it, the weight of his heavy balls pressed against your ass as he empties himself inside you.

blue collar! toji presses feather light kisses against your temple, fat dick still inside you. He plans to cockwarm you for the night and dream about keeping you all to himself as his sweet baby forever.

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1,434 words. mature, explicit content ahead. reader is afab, no gendered pronouns used. first time body worship. nipple play. lots of groping because sylus is captivated seeing his beloved naked for the first time. | much thanks to @tbaluver @d4wnbreaker @ivohex for beta reading <3

“Don’t look.”—you huff, puffing your cheeks as you hesitate, hands clenched around your shirt bunched up around your midsection—“Not yet, at least.”

Your lover emits a playful chuckle, “Anything for you, sweetie.”

A few feet across from you was Sylus, happily relaxed as he sat on the edge of his lavish bed. Both of his hands were clasped over his eyes, as per your request. While you two were no stranger to more fleeting, intimate exchanges, your apprehension towards taking anything further was what held you both back from going full circle.

The miraculous part of it was that Sylus had no problem being patient. He didn’t bat an eye, nor did his jaw clench. He accepted it like it was something as simple as acknowledging the sky was blue.

That’s also the part that scared you the most.

It was a strange, foreign thing. Men were greedy, voracious animals, and with your career, you’ve dealt with plenty of them who were… interesting caricatures. Some worse than others, of course. And even though you covered yourself shoulder to toe on a day-to-day basis, you still hated being ogled at. Hated the gnawing anxiety that you were being mentally undressed and you didn’t even know it.

But Sylus helped you combat a lot of things. There was no pressure from his end to be as prudish as he was, flaunting his figure comfortably. It was his nature (his own words). He was used to it, and when it comes to you, he has no problem being his most comfortable self.

Finally, your shirt hits the ground. You bristle at the cold air pinching your bare back, shivering. You don’t want to delay this anymore than you have to.

Quickly, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your waffle-knit shorts, tugging it down. The only thing clinging to your body now was a simple pair of cotton panties. A pair that descends from a cheap pack you bought some months ago. It was a slightly darker shade of maroon, a little brighter than the muted shades accented all over Sylus’ main base.

Dwindling anxiety courses through your veins, almost like a replacement of your blood. You lift your arms to cover your breasts, gritting your teeth before letting out a deep breath to ease yourself.

“...Okay,” you finally say. “You can look now.”

Sylus lowers his hands.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes widen slightly in fascination, taking in the sight of your back. He observes the slight curve of it, then the way your hips naturally fill out, and the downward expanse of your thighs to your legs. A light smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, leaning forward a little to rest his forearms on his thighs.

“A breathtaking sight before my own eyes,” he muses. “You’re stunning, baby.”

You let out a stifled noise, unintelligible of any comprehensible emotion. You were getting flustered. More than you ever have before.

“You’re—only staring at my backside.”

“And I’m not complaining if this is all you’ll show me.”

His tone shifts from his teasing drawl to something smoother, comforting, “If this is as far as you want to go, then it’s alright with me. Don’t feel pressured to keep going just to please me.”

You stiffen a little, sighing, “I want to. Believe me, I… want this. I want to please you. It’s only fair.”

The shakiness in your voice begs to differ. Sylus raises a brow, lifting a hand to tap his bottom lip contemplatively. He knows you well—and one of your standout traits is that you’re stubborn as all hell.

He fixates on the shaky foundation for which you plead with him. Despite it all, he knows you’re being sincere. He just doesn’t want to scare you.

Sylus sighs, relenting, “Alright then. But I want to remind you that it’s your call. Always.”

“...Thank you.”

With an easing state of mind, you finally turn. It’s deliberately slow, but you feel comfortable as your eyes meet your partner’s. His gaze is ever captivating. The very same one used to intimidate and bend others at will—but it’s those eyes that welcome the sight of you like home. You can make out the subtle tenderness that extends to his adoration for you.

You allow him to take in the sight of you, now face-to-face. It’s not long before a blush slowly warms your complexion, standing out in the dim aura of the room. The moment Sylus smiles, you feel yourself tensing again.

He chuckles, his voice returning to a low drawl, “Are you getting shy?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

The former stands, moving over to you in one stride considering the short distance and his stature. Resting his hands on his hips, he carefully circles your figure, observing you again—slower. Once he settles into a spot standing right behind you, you feel the curve of his palm sliding along your shoulder, up around your throat.

Sylus leans forward, lips barely grazing your ear, “Do you want this?”

A nod.

“...Yes,” you moan out softly, the sound a mere whisper. You gasp as his strong torso presses to your back, continuing your permission, “Yes—I—fuck… I want you, Sylus. I need you.”

This time, he lifts his arms to embrace you from behind. Tufts of white hair tickle your skin as he lowers his head to mouth the side of your neck. His lips latch on, beginning to leave feather-light kisses, descending a trail. It’s enough to invigorate you, making you more pliant in his arms.

His hands find yours, still covering your breasts. He massages the back of them, gentle in his grasp.

“Do you—”

You can’t take this anymore. You’re desperate, near the verge of tears as you whimper, “Yes—yes, yes. Gods, Sylus. Fuck. Please, you don’t—have to ask anymore.”

His deep laugh reverberates against the juncture between your neck and shoulder, sending chills down your spine.

“I’d be cruel to not ask,” he punctuates with a kiss. “It’s only fair.

“And… I want to be fair to you, always. Which means asking for your permission, before I may do as I please. Before I fully relish in you the way I dream of.”

A kiss to the area beneath your ear, then a soft tug of your lobe between his teeth. He soothes it with another kiss, whispering, “I intend to relish in you in the best way, as you deserve. As long as you’ll have me.”

You’re at more peace than you can ever imagine. No longer does the cold of his bedroom perplex you, as his words are carried by what feels like an undertone of a trance.

You let down your arms—and instantly, Sylus’ hands occupy the space they once did. His palms, calloused yet smooth with neverending warmth, cup your breasts. Your back arches, and as his fingers pinch and flick your nipples, it elicits boundless moans from you.

To him, it’s probably the most beautiful sound he’s heard, and Sylus groans in anticipation of the symphony he could create.

You whine as he suddenly shifts his grip, lifting you into his arms with ease to drop you onto the bed. He resumes the position you were both once in, turning you to lay on your side as his torso presses to your backside again. You intake a sharp breath, goosebumps dancing along your flesh as it prepares to embrace your lover’s warmth again.

His palms once more resume their squeeze on your breasts, as his lips work to leave a mark on the back of your neck. He takes his time, ensuring the sensuality and its intimate burn is the same as his lips trail down your skin. All you can do in turn is writhe and grind back into him, delivering a delicious mantra of sounds that only tightens the growing bulge behind his trousers.

“Sylus…”

“Mmh… just stay still for me.”

You roll over to lay flat on your stomach, grabbing one of the strewn pillows and hugging it tight. Sylus beams at this, slipping a noise that tethers between a groan and a growl. His palms leave your breasts, keeping a firm pressure as they slither down your stomach, anchoring into the shape of your hips. He kneads the flesh, bolder in his movements as he tongues the dip of your spine, occasionally moving back up, sideways, then downward again.

It’s an honor, he thinks. To be able to devour you like this.

The only one who will sink his teeth into your skin.

Love and Deepspace: The Story So Far Part 1

A summary of everything that has happened in the main story thus far. Obviously, spoilers below the cut.

See Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

this is so helping! thank you so much! would you consider on continuing this now that it has more chapters? thanks!!

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Word Count: 1.8k words

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, noncon, mentions of breeding, pet names such as kitten, sweetie, darling, reader is somewhat drugged but its her sleep meds!

AN: Hi all! This isn't my first time writing fanfics but I noticed a lack of Sylus fics with a darker undertone ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ". PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags and if this isn't something that interests you or is potentially triggering, please do not interact! I get this isn't everyone's cup of tea but this is a fic for people who like darker romance stuff!! Please enjoy, and I AM taking requests as I really want to get back into writing again. Do not hold back, this is a safe place! Ty!! <333

Sylus trudged through the pouring rain, his jacket soaked through and his hair matted against his forehead. The drops were heavy and unrelenting, pelting against the pavement and creating small rivers that flowed along the gutters. The barely lit streetlights of the N109 zone cast an eerie glow on the slick surfaces, reflecting off the wet asphalt like a distorted mirror.

As the man approached his mansion, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warm glow of the lights shining through the windows beckoned him home. He fumbled with the keypad to the door, his fingers slightly numb from the cold, before finally hearing the click that beckoned his entrance.

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between the blades of grass

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: sylus x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot, porn with feelings

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 3.4k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, public sex, voyeurism, outdoor sex, people watching you have sex, missionary, cumming inside, medieval bedding ceremony vibes, NOT continuation off grassland romance (though inspired by it), NOT based off any real world clan, completely made up clan & traditions, implied virgin mc, implied first time sex, use of y/n, dom!sylus, dirty talking sylus, talks of marriage, mating, and some political play.

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | twitter inspo 1 | twitter inspo 2

━ ✧.˖ A/N: hello! short fic since i was so heavily inspired by the new sylus memory. this is NOT a continuation of ‘grassland romance’ though it is heavily inspired by the overall theme of the memory. i began furiously writing this when they released the trailer oof i was so hooked. inspired by @/yuchanpaws_ quote tweet linked above!

please note that the clan and traditions mentioned in this fic are completely fictional. however the tradition is based loosely off of the “bedding ceremony” that medieval europe used to partake in!

i will NOT be writing fics for the new xavier or raf memories! i may write for zayne but that is up in the air. i only wrote for this one because i was super inspired by the memory and the fan discourse about it on twitter and tumblr <3

this was actually so fun to write. i might find myself writing more bite sized fics like this, that inspire me rather than feel like me forcing myself to finish them :’) unfortunately that probably means less xavier and raf from now on and only zayne & sylus…

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

“Don’t look at them. Look at me.”

You can hardly hear Sylus through the deafening chants and cheers of the people around you. Never in a million years did you think you’d be caught in this situation. The Mating Rite.

Actually, it was customary for the most esteemed members of your clan to partake in the Mating Rite, those of the Elder Tribunal, the high ranking commanders of the various military societies, really any of the most respected members of the community had to participate in the Rite. To prove their bond with their chosen to the rest of the clan, committing themselves not only to each other, but to the clan. 

But you didn’t fall into any of those criteria. While you were under the strict and often suffocating protection of the clan’s most skilled warriors, for reasons they’d refused to share with you, you weren’t someone of the necessary stature needed to be required to partake in the Rite. 

But Sylus was.

SO DELICIOUS THANK YOU IM FED

Getting Pounded by Nagas PART 2: Pregnant

Pairing: Two nagas x human reader

Summary: Mating with your nagas finally made you pregnant. You are sensitive and needy but your overprotective mates are there to take care of you.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, naga smut, egg pregnancy(don’t expect accurate pregnancy stuff, this is naga smut), double 🍆🍆, oral(fem), double pen,lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

This is part of a series. Find all the parts here.

“Mnn…mnnn—mo-re, more!" you moaned and clung back to your mate, your holes stretching around his thick shafts.

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