Griffith X Reader Novels & Stories

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

Her body tightened and she felt her nails scratch Xan’s back. “Yes! Give me everything my Phoenix!” Xan said excited by the pain had inadvertently inflicted. “Xan...I...can’t .....hold on!” Grace moaned as another organism came. Xan was close, Grace’s moaning and wetness were driving him insane. “Come for me again! I am so close!” Xan said. Grace obeyed and screamed again as Xan released his seed into her. Xan felt his cock being milked for every last drop making him groan loudly. Grace and Xan then kissed each other tenderly.

Gracie's eyes widen as she gulps in anticipation. His hands playfully move around the breast area, before he intensely gazes into her eyes. Now she was clueless about what was in his head and neither she wanted to know. "Since my hands are already there, how about I continue…." Gracie does not let the perverted boy complete his dirty suggestion as her legs fly in the air out of reflex and kick the male down her bed before she covers herself with a blanket, all flustered.

“Please, I need you.” Griff didn’t move for several tense moments. I couldn’t tell if that was because he’d worked out that I was really Cathtwulf Aibek or he’d paused out of simple surprise. Earlier, when he’d described his life story, he had skipped over the part where I’d killed him, but that didn’t mean he had forgiven me for making his death so brutally painful. “Fuck me, Alpha,” I moaned, hoping my words would get him back in the mood. “I want that thick cock inside me, now.”

“How’d that happen?” “Oh, I have a pretty good idea.” “Wanna share?” “No.” Griff stroked between her lower lips with a thick finger, loving how wet she was already. “I wanna do something else. And I wanna do it while you’re wearing these hot-as-fuck black stockings and suspenders.”

"Ray, you can't do this! I shout uselessly into the distance. Xavier stands up, and turns slightly to survey the rest of the battlefield. He seems surprisingly calm, but tears stream down his face in a betrayal of his true emotions. I can't help but think that there is something wrong with the image in front of me. That Ray is breathing, that he is going to open his eyes and nothing is right. That he would say something like "are you wrong?!" in his low, casual voice, and immediately dive back into the battle. I try to push this proposed reality forward, wondering, if I wish hard enough, that it might become the news. "They seem to be... backing off. But Griffin..." He squints his eyes and i

Charlotte clung to his neck, leaning against his shoulder, as if she might breathe her last breath at any moment. Sigh. Her body bounced violently with his every step. Why did he have to walk so fast? There were so many extras behind her, and they could hardly keep up. She sighed. Griffith had a keen sense of smell, and even though there wasn't much blood, he could clearly distinguish that it was real blood. He turned his head to look at the person in his arms, and the image of her lying on the ground and the memory of someone lying in a pool of blood came to mind.

my eyes widen and I do what he says, I slowly take off what's left of my clothes, I walk to the bed and get on, he does own and follows me, sits on top of me and blurts out “Now, if you don't want this to end badly... don't fight okay?...” he says caressing my cheek and without preamble or warning he introduces himself inside me, forcefully, holding my legs open to have good access to me and with strong, hard and precise movements, he lunges at me again and again, I close my eyes and start thinking about my brothers, about how much fun it was to be with them, laughing by their side, I think about mom and that delicious chocolate cake what he usually does for us, I try to think of good things

“Have you never talked about anything like this with your ex-girlfriends, Griff? She could be reminding you about your own fantasies. You know, like she should be the one with you…” “I can’t say I disagree. I don’t remember what she likes and where she wants to go.” Gryphon only snorted as he scratched his head again. “She gave me three packages, though. It doesn’t seem like they have the same theme… aside from them being island tours. Why don’t you take a look?”

45 Caliber 1911 pistol which he showed me and I wondered where he got such a piece from. Clara has a Katana and can shoot guns perfectly too, he said they've both been going for combat trainings since they were kids. Clara prefers using her melee weapon than guns as she's swift and more brutal with it as Austin described. He said the infected that bite her caught her unawares when they where scanning an abandoned building to see if they can get something useful.