Dust Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

“You are too full of yourself. I will round up here and take you wherever you want. What are you in the mood for?” “Maybe Chinese? Might like something spicy, too.” “You are so indecisive,” Xander mumbled, not paying attention as he typed hurriedly on his computer. He failed to notice Dawn sneaking up behind him again. Suddenly, her arms wrapped around him from behind, placing wet kisses all over his face. “Get off me, Dawn. What are you doing?” Xander tried to wiggle out of her hold, but she held tight. “Stop fighting it.” She laughed.

she said drawing her top over her head, but Danté stood up lifting her, turned her and opened the door. "I said, maybe next time" he sneered at her and closed the stall. Xena sighed and dressed again, maybe she saw too much in him? She found him attractive but she had to admit she also chose to be a huntress, therefore love may not be permitted, so even if she knew him for years and now started seeing him as a man, she couldn't help be haunted that this was the only thing that would happen between them, sex, and nothing else. She left the stall and found her seat next to him again, drinking on his bottles, soon he'll be a wreck, will the Cross even allow him to continue if he finally breaks?

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

I smile at him, and even though he's driving, he can't help but steal glances at my legs. “I have to admit, I was going to complain about the lack of transparency in your dress, but you compensated very well with the length,” X remarks, sliding his hand along my thigh and daring to venture under my dress. “It's a dinner between friends,” I reminded him, holding his hand, which was beginning to stray towards the lace of my underwear. “Friends with benefits?” X suggests it with a mischievous tone. His fingers remain persistent, pushing aside my pants and lightly touching my vulva. “You seem quite tense, Doce. I could help you relax…”

It's not for others to gossip about. "Especially not scum like you." — Dylan took me to the nearest hotel and got a room for me to rest in. He crouched down to remove my high heels, gently asking, "Were you scared just now?" I bit my lip, holding back tears, and slowly shook my head. With trembling hands, I lightly touched his face. This was our first eye contact after seven long years of separation. "Have these seven years been hard for you, Dylan?" I said each word slowly, almost breathless.

She grunted, scattering all her blankets on the floor in a rage. Xander was sitting on the floor next to a table that was filled with empty bottles of alcohol, he was wearing only his shorts, and his body was completely drenched in sweat and dirt. There was no light in his apartment; he had forgotten to pay his electricity bill, and he didn’t know how he was going to pay it now that he had been fired and wouldn’t be given the last paycheck he had worked for. He was growling like an animal, his face was extremely red and swollen, and his stomach was filled with burning alcohol.

He can wear a sack and he will still slay it. My, on the other hand, was wearing a crop top and booty short which was barely covering her ass. Her face was bare without any makeup and I would be lying if I said she wasn't glowing. The petite brunette had certainly been blessed with her share of beauty. No wonder Xavier is attracted to her. My gaze dropped to their linked hands. She was clinging onto him like a koala bear. A tint of unwanted irritation passed through my body. "Xander, why are we here?" Sandra spoke up, slashing the silence. Her tone suggested impatience and was filled with annoyance.

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."

Xasha said giving her his hand to shake. She took his hand, shook it, and said, "so what's the name of this guild of yours?" "It's the Falling Stardust Trading Company," Xasha said with a confident smile.