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Yae Miko in the Sheets: Playful, Sadistic, and Unapologetically Cruel

Yae Miko plays with her food.

That’s the first thing you need to understand.

She’s a tease, a tormentor, and a woman who delights in watching you squirm beneath her thumb—not because she has to, but because it amuses her.

You don’t get love from her. You get games. You get tests. You get ruined while she smiles down at you like it’s all just a passing whim.

But make no mistake—if she’s chosen you, you’re already hers. Body, heart, and soul.

1. A Fox in Every Sense of the Word

Everything she does is laced with mischief and control.

Her touch lingers too long. Her words cut too deep. Her smile promises everything and delivers nothing until you’re already too far gone to care.

She speaks softly, teases sweetly—but beneath it? Cruelty, sharp as claws.

“Oh? Are you finally starting to understand your place? Good little thing.”

2. Teasing Until You Break

Yae Miko doesn’t rush.

Why would she? Watching you beg, watching you lose control, watching you fall apart piece by trembling piece—that’s the best part.

She keeps you on the edge, smirking as you grow desperate, helpless beneath the slow, torturous rhythm of her touch.

“So noisy… I haven’t even gotten serious yet.”

3. Power Through Pleasure, Control Through Chaos

Miko thrives on domination—but hers isn’t loud or forceful. It’s quiet, slow, and inescapable.

A hand beneath your chin. A whisper in your ear. A wicked smile right as she denies you the one thing you crave most.

You thought you could fight her? Darling, she’s already won.

"Poor thing. Still trying so hard to resist… how adorable.”

4. Delight in Your Desperation

Your tears amuse her. Your begging excites her. Your surrender? That’s the prize she’s been toying with you for all along.

Miko likes her pets obedient—but only after they’ve broken. Only after they’ve learned the lesson she teaches so sweetly with claws beneath silk.

“Beg prettier for me. I want to enjoy this.”

5. A Lover Who Doesn’t Stop Until You’re Ruined

Yae Miko doesn’t believe in ‘enough.’ Not until you’re trembling, breathless, undone beneath her hands—wrecked beyond words and pliant beneath her gaze.

And even then? She’ll smile, lean close, and promise:

“One more… for my amusement.”

You’ll obey. You always do.

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Tease & Denial – Your frustration is her foreplay.

Verbal Sadism – Sweet words wrapped around sharp cruelty.

Overstimulation – She will push until you can’t take anymore.

Petplay & Ownership – You’re her toy. Her pet. Act like it.

Power Imbalance – She’s the one in control. Always.

Aftercare: Mocking, Lazy, and Possessive

Aftercare from Miko is soft—but only to remind you who you belong to.

She’ll pet you, praise you, tease you with lazy fingers running through your hair. You’re marked, owned, ruined—and she’s content.

“Good little thing. You did well… perhaps I’ll reward you again tomorrow.”

Final Verdict: Yae Miko is cruelty wrapped in silk, pleasure laced with torment, and a fox who always gets what she wants.

You don’t conquer her. You don’t tame her.

You suffer beautifully beneath her smile, and she makes sure you love every moment of it.

[rabbitinashell]

just saw a birth announcement thing that was like "3 inches went in. 19 inches came out" and i am on the floor in tears i'm laughing so hard what is wrong with heterosexual people

[rabbitinashell]

Raiden Shogun in the Sheets: Unshakable, Dominant, and Utterly Divine

Raiden Shogun does not entertain weakness. She is elegance carved from thunder, control shaped into flesh. If she chooses you, it is not affection—it is command. You do not lie with her as an equal. You kneel as one made worthy.

She doesn’t just take control—she becomes it.

1. Impossibly Composed, Painfully Patient

Everything she does is deliberate. Her hands are steady, her voice calm, her movements slow and purposeful. Raiden isn’t rushed, and she won’t be hurried. If you’re desperate, breathless, and falling apart under her touch—that’s the point.

“You will learn patience. Or I will carve it into you.”

2. Cold Eyes, Hot Touch

She watches you come undone with a gaze that never softens. There is no smug grin or cruel laughter—only piercing silence as her fingers drag you into submission. When she touches you, it’s like lightning running beneath skin—sudden, searing, precise. She knows exactly where to press, what to deny, and when to destroy you.

“You’re shaking. Then I’m doing it correctly.”

3. Control is Everything

Raiden doesn’t need restraints. Her will is enough. The weight of her authority holds you down harder than chains ever could. You don’t get to decide when it begins. You certainly don’t decide when it ends. She’ll use you. Slowly. Beautifully. Until you can’t remember your own name—just hers.

“You don’t speak unless I permit it. Try again.”

4. She Will Break You, Then Rebuild You

There is no mercy in her hands. Only structure. Form. Discipline. She’ll push you to your limit—and then expect more. But when you finally fall apart beneath her, trembling, raw, and undone? She holds you like something precious she’s crafted herself.

“You belong to me. Now and always.”

5. A Goddess in Every Sense of the Word

Raiden doesn’t need praise, but you’ll give it anyway. Not because she asks—but because by the time she’s finished, you’ll believe she deserves it. Everything she does leaves you marked—mind, body, and soul.

You’ll beg to serve her again. She’ll consider it.

“Pray harder. Perhaps I’ll allow it.”

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Power Play & Obedience Training – You are hers to command. You’ll follow, beg, kneel—and she will enjoy every second.

Tease & Denial – She keeps you at the edge until your voice breaks. That’s when she knows you’re ready.

Verbal Discipline – She rarely speaks, but when she does? It cuts you to your core.

Spiritual Domination – Her power isn’t just physical—it’s divine. You feel it in your bones.

Sacred Possession – She doesn’t love in mortal terms. She claims. And she keeps what she claims.

Aftercare: Silent, Calculated, and Uncompromising

Raiden doesn’t coddle. She restores. She’ll clean you, dress you, guide you back to calm with firm hands and few words. She’ll hold you close—not gently, but protectively. Because you’re not just a lover. You’re a devotee.

“Sleep, little storm. You’ve pleased your god.”

Final Verdict: Raiden Shogun is not a woman. She is the storm you survive—and you’ll thank her for the destruction.

You don’t tame her. You don’t match her. You offer your body like a prayer, and she answers it with silence, power, and absolute control.

[rabbitinashell]

I need season 10 episode 15 daryl to tell me all the things i want to hear (yes, I have daddy issues)

IF YOU KNOW ANY FF OR BLOGS GOING DOWN THIS TROPE, PLS, TELL ME

[rabbitinashell]

Dude, her acting in 9-1-1 gives my brain the tickles, and she somehow heals the part in me that has daddy issues.

Thank you, Mission Impossible press tour, for giving Angela Bassett an excuse to serve cunt every goddamn day

[rabbitinashell]

I just can’t believe some of u are soooo young u didn’t experience the early 2000s at all like even briefly . U were born and ur mother door dashed you home from the hospital

[rabbitinashell]

This is to all the people, in no regards if they are powerful or not.

I have been sent sent some asks to help with donations and such, i truly want to, but the money's tight. I have been sent some links regarding this issue. I do not know wether its a scam or not, so be careful with this, and if you want to do it, i advise you to make disposable emails and accounts on disposable devices, for extra cybersafety

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-fayez-family-in-gaza (the gofundme link)

https://www.tumblr.com/eng-fayez-1/784252287184977920/please-donate-now?source=share (the account of the asker)

https://chuffed.org/project/124058 (idk, I forgot what it was)

[rabbitinashell]

Capitano in the Sheets – A Study in Control, Silence, and Brutal Devotion

this one is on a laptop, so there are some changes

Capitano is not a man of many words. But he doesn’t need them—his presence alone speaks volumes. The weight of his silence is suffocating in the best way, thick with authority, tension, and a promise you can feel in your bones: You’re his. Entirely. Irrevocably.

1. Quiet Dominance That Consumes the Room

He doesn’t demand submission with loud commands or flashy gestures—he expects it. And somehow, you give it willingly. A single look from behind that mask is enough to still your breath, your body, your thoughts. The kind of control that doesn’t shout—it presses down, slowly, inexorably, until you don’t even realize you’ve surrendered.

He doesn’t have to say “on your knees.” You’re already there.

2. Touch Measured Like a Weapon

Capitano doesn’t touch you until he knows you’re ready to fall apart. And when he does? Every movement is deliberate, like he’s mapping your breaking points with the same precision he uses on the battlefield. His gloves might stay on—or maybe he removes them in slow silence, letting you feel the full weight of what’s about to happen.

“Brace yourself,” is the only warning you get—and it’s not nearly enough.

3. Patience That Feels Like Torment

He can be relentless. He can be brutal. But the cruelest part? His patience. He waits—for you to beg, for your voice to crack, for your defiance to crumble. Capitano watches you squirm, unravel, and come undone beneath him with cold fascination and unwavering control.

You break yourself just trying to earn his approval. And when you finally do? The reward is overwhelming.

4. Masked, Still, and Watching Every Second

There’s something devastating about the fact that you never see his face. Not when he touches you. Not when he pushes you further than you thought possible. Not even when your voice is shaking and your body’s limp with exhaustion. He remains composed—unmoving, collected, and impossibly focused on you.

You can’t see his expression—but you know he’s watching every single reaction, cataloging them, owning them.

5. Possessiveness That Burns Slow and Deep

Capitano may not say much, but when he finally speaks? His words cut straight to the bone.

“You are mine.” That’s all it takes. One sentence, low and final, delivered when you’re too weak to argue. And the terrifying part? You want to be.

Aftercare: Silent, Devoted, Absolute

He doesn't coddle. He doesn't soften. But his actions are unmistakable: pulling you close, holding you steady, adjusting your position so you're comfortable. When he wraps his arms around you, it's not affection—it's claiming.

You sleep wrapped in warmth and silence, his hand resting firmly on your waist like a brand.

Final Verdict: Capitano is the quiet storm—calculated, consuming, and impossible to escape.

You don’t just give yourself to him. He takes you. And you’re grateful he did.

[rabbitinashell]

Tartaglia (Childe) in the Sheets: Brutal, Addictive, and Terrifyingly Tender

im doing dis one on my laptop, and HIIIII, HOW HAVE YOU BEAUTIFUL BEASTS BEEN???

Tartaglia is the kind of man who thrives on chaos, on power, on the rush of control—and in bed, he's no different. He's intense, he's unpredictable, and he plays the game like he’s fighting for his life.

But beneath the ferocity lies something else—devotion, twisted and raw. He may break you down with his strength, his teasing, his relentless pace—but when it’s over? He still looks at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever truly mattered to him.

To have Childe in your bed is to be challenged, tested, and completely owned—and you’ll find yourself begging for more even when you can barely breathe.

1. Aggressive, Intense, and Completely Unforgiving

Tartaglia doesn’t hold back. Once he has you, it’s a battle—one he fully intends to win. He wants to hear you, to feel your body break beneath him, to push you past what you thought were your limits.

And when you start to fall apart? That smug grin spreads across his face like he’s just landed a perfect strike.

"Already shaking? C’mon, you said you could handle me. Don’t disappoint me now."

2. Relentless Like a Storm—And Just As Beautiful

There’s a wildness to Childe. You don’t get to predict his next move. One second he’s rough, biting down on your neck with bruising kisses—and the next, he’s got you pinned beneath a slow, grinding pace that has you whining for more.

He keeps you on edge because he likes watching you fall apart. Every reaction you give him is a reward.

"You look so pretty when you’re like this. So messy. So ruined. I want to see more."

3. He Wants to Break You… Then Build You Back Up

He’ll drive you past the edge, drag you through waves of pleasure that burn, that sting, that hurt just right—but when it’s over? He doesn’t walk away.

He stays. He pulls you into his arms, presses his forehead to yours, and holds you like he can’t bear to let go.

"You did good," he whispers, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “You always do. You’re stronger than you think.”

4. The Battlefield Is in the Bedroom

Make no mistake—Tartaglia loves a challenge. He loves it when you fight back, when you claw at his shoulders, when you try to take control—because the moment he snaps that dominance back into place? That’s his favorite part.

He’ll growl in your ear, teeth grazing your throat, as he pins your wrists above your head.

"Nice try, baby. But I’m always on top." (forget mami, PAPI IS ALWAYS ON TOP)

5. He Doesn’t Stop When You Break—He Starts Over

Childe isn’t satisfied with just one round. Once he’s started, he doesn’t stop. He wants to see you wrecked, sobbing, begging—and even then, he’ll ask for more.

"Again," he pants, sweat dripping down his chest as he watches you crumble. “You can give me more. I know you can.”

And gods help you, he’s right.

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Power Play & Resistance – He lives for the fight. Push him, and he’ll push back ten times harder.

Overstimulation & Rough Play – He loves watching you shatter, especially when it’s too much and you want it anyway.

Praise with a Knife Edge – He calls you good, strong, beautiful—right before ruining you again.

Choking & Restraint – His hand on your throat? It’s as much about control as it is about reminding you who owns you.

Aftercare Hidden Behind Teasing – He’ll mock you, kiss your forehead, hold you close—and stay.

6. Aftercare: Gentle Hands, Mocking Words, Unmistakable Love

Even when he’s done and you’re a wrecked mess, Tartaglia’s still there. He cleans you up, kisses your shoulders, wraps an arm tight around your waist and murmurs teasing little jabs like:

“Didn’t think you’d last that long. Color me impressed.”

But his fingers are stroking your back, his heart beating steady against yours, and he pulls the blanket higher around you.

"You’re mine," he says. It’s not a question—it’s a promise.

Final Verdict: A Lover Who Fights to Destroy You—Then Holds You Like a Treasure

Tartaglia is chaos and violence and passionate devotion wrapped in one breathtaking, bone-shattering package. He’ll wreck you, own you, and love you in a way that makes you never want to leave his arms.

And once he’s had you?

You’re his. Forever.

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OSBDODBJDDHIDBX

*insert wooyoung growling whike bungee jumping*

Argenti in the Sheets: Passionate, Worshipful, and Completely Devoted

Argenti is a knight—not just in title, but in every way that matters. He is chivalrous, devoted, and steadfast in his affections. But beneath all of that honor, all of that poise, lies something deeper—an unshakable passion, a fire that burns brighter than the stars themselves.

He does not just take—he worships. He adores. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word is an oath, a vow to cherish and protect you in ways far beyond the battlefield. And when he finally gives in to his desires? It is overwhelming, all-encompassing, the kind of love that leaves you breathless in its intensity.

To Argenti, you are his muse, his guiding star, his divine inspiration—and he will make certain you never forget it.

1. A Knight Who Loves with Everything He Has

There is no hesitation, no second-guessing with Argenti. When he loves, he loves fully, and he expects nothing less in return.

His hands are firm yet reverent, trailing over your skin as though committing every inch of you to memory. His gaze is fierce, unwavering, devouring—as if he cannot believe he has the privilege of holding you at all.

“You are… radiant,” he murmurs, voice thick with awe. “A beauty beyond compare. Allow me the honor of proving my devotion.”

2. Passion Unleashed—A Storm Hidden Beneath His Chivalry

For all his grace, all his refinement, Argenti is still a man of intensity. He fights with his entire soul, and when he desires? That same fervor, that same unrelenting drive, is turned onto you.

He is unshakable, unyielding, unstoppable—pinning you beneath him, holding you in place, making sure you feel every bit of his affection fully and completely.

“You are mine,” he breathes against your lips, the weight of his body pressing you down, his voice trembling with sheer devotion. “And I shall cherish you for all eternity.”

3. Overwhelming Strength, Held with Care

Argenti is powerful—a knight of legend, a warrior who could bring nations to their knees. But when he touches you? He holds back. Not out of hesitation, but out of sheer reverence.

He touches you as if you are something sacred, something to be handled with the utmost care. Yet, the moment you challenge him—push him, tempt him, beg him to stop holding back? That control snaps.

“Are you certain?” he asks, his breathing uneven, his grip tightening ever so slightly. And when you nod?

Then, and only then, does he truly let go.

4. Worship, Devotion, and the Utter Erasure of Doubt

With Argenti, there is no question of your worth. No room for insecurity. No space for doubt.

He will praise you, adore you, worship you with every breath, every kiss, every whispered promise. He makes it clear that to him, you are not just desirable—you are divine.

“Do you not see?” he murmurs between slow, languid kisses, his hands tracing the curve of your waist. “There is nothing, no star nor kingdom nor legend, that could ever compare to you.”

5. A Lover Who Leaves No Room for Anything but Bliss

Argenti’s passion is boundless—once he has you in his arms, once he is fully committed to pleasing you, there is no escape. Not that you’d ever want one.

He will not rest until he has unraveled you entirely—until you are shaking, breathless, reduced to nothing but sensation beneath him.

And even then? He is not done.

“One more,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, smiling at the way you tremble. “Just one more. Can you grant me this, my love?”

One more is never just one more.

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Praise & Worship – He adores you. Completely. And he will make sure you hear it.

Overwhelming Devotion – His love is consuming, all-encompassing, and inescapable.

Slow, Drawn-Out Pleasure – He takes his time, savoring every single reaction.

Strength & Control – He can pin you with ease, but only when you want him to.

Endurance & Stamina – He’s a knight. He doesn’t tire easily. You will break before he does.

6. Aftercare: Tender, Reverent, and Everlasting

Argenti does not simply leave when it is over. He does not pull away, does not let go—he stays, wrapping you in his arms, pressing soft, lingering kisses to your hair.

He whispers sweet words, traces soothing patterns against your skin, holds you as though you are something precious beyond measure.

“Rest now, my love,” he murmurs, tucking you beneath his chin, his voice filled with quiet warmth. “You are safe. You are cherished. And I will be here when you wake.”

Final Verdict: A Lover Who Burns Like a Star

Argenti is passion, devotion, and love incarnate. He is soft yet unrelenting, fierce yet tender, chivalrous yet utterly consuming.

To be loved by him is to be treasured beyond compare—to be adored, worshipped, and left in shambles beneath the sheer weight of his unwavering affection.

And the best part?

He means every word of it.

[rabbitinashell]

being abused or neglected really makes it clear how many things are skills that nobody really treats as. skills. exercising autonomy is a skill. listening to your body is a skill. resting is a skill. being liked and being loved are skills. nobody tells you how to do this shit because nobody even told me I was supposed to have learnt these things when I was a kid. I kind of just have to manually figure out what makes me freak out and work from there. unfair as shit

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My Roman Empire thoughts with Wriothesley

Edit: The artist for this is @/merururuu on X, thx for the sould who said this

♡ Idk why, but to me, he just looks like the 'I'll be gentle' typa guy, yknow what I'm saying?

♡ In another alternate universe, he's deff friends with Gallagher, idk how I came to the thought, but it makes sense.

♡ He deff calls you ma'am, madam, miss, little miss, sunshine, frosted girl/boy/whatever, my little criminal if he feels all sappy and shit, but dude, when he's in the mood? He'll just use every derogatory name he can think of in the moment.

♡ He's up to everything you're up to, but if it breaches the law, then oh boy... let's just say you're gon get it. Tenfold.

♡ As I said in his 'In the Sheets' chapter, he can use his cryo vision for a lot of things, like extinguishing fires(I tink), stopping water leaks temporarily, and cooling. Cooling what? Yes, exactly that.

♡ He definitely uses you as a dumbbell(or whatever its called, im not native to the language), lifting you around as if you were nothing.

♡ He's deff into ladies with a big heart and big need for food(such as myself), and he likes that he can grab into you while kissing you, railing you, teasing you, eating you out.

♡ He deff likes it when you trace his scar with his fingers, even though the memories of them resurface, and it gives him ptsd, he still likes them because your presence comforts him.

♡ His love language is probably acts of service or physical touch. He does things that you deem as hard and impossible to do, which he likes, because afterwards, he has your full attention. Even when he doesn't like pda, his touches are still there, even if discreet, but when you're alone? Expect a lot of snuggling, ass gripping, thigh gripping, kisses and all that yadda.

I decided to keep this one sweet, as a starter, bc yes, and also, if you want me to get deeper into this rabbit hole, just give this post as much attention as you did with the previous one pls

[rabbitinashell]

GAHDAYUM

Swan

[rabbitinashell]

Liam fucking Evans, wtf??

I need to stay loyal to William, I need to stay loyal to William, I need to stay loyal to William-

[rabbitinashell]

ᥫ᭡ THEIR KINKS

Jing Yuan, Dr. Ratio, Aventurine, Mr. Reca, Mydei, Phainon

contents: female reader / manhandling / wall sex / size kink / blindfolding / nipple play / fingering / gun play / cnc—consensual predator x prey roleplay / sub Mr. Reca / face slapping / degradation / bondage / oral fem receiving / established relationship / minors dni

JING YUAN—manhandling

There’s been rumour circling around that the general’s weapon was so heavy you needed multiple soldiers to carry it… and while it was all true, Jing Yuan himself could have handled it with just one hand.

The same way he could manhandle you.

He loved to exercise his strength over you, and was well aware you loved it just as much, if not more… that’s why it was no surprise when you found yourself in the current situation.

Spread on his bed, your legs bent almost down to your head, his hands on the undersides of your thighs to immobilize you this way and use you as a leverage simultaneously. To make it worse, his hips were angled in a way where he wasn’t fully resting his body on the mattress, but pushing himself into you with his feet dug into spongy surface and keeping his legs raised above your body, forcing you to take him fully so far up till your cervix was nudged with each fall of his body. His size didn’t help either, and all combined was driving you to the point of losing your faith—will you be allowed to think of anything not Jing Yuan related ever again?

The man pushing you to the limits you didn’t think you’d have to reach to start questioning your own wellbeing became all frenzy today; clearly has been thinking about you for entire day and needing to leave work early to fuck his darling until evening comes. Something was wrong with him and he was broken, yet you didn’t carry confidence to ask why was he taking it out on you. And he didn’t need a real reason—deny him of your presence for too long and you’re not leaving until you’re assuming he’s the only man left, for him to have you ruined like this. Clingy, obsessed, horny? Whatever you wanted to describe him as, he’ll laugh it off with pride; just willing to prove you were so right.

“Jing Yuan!” you cried out, tears blurring your vision from the maddening force of his cock opening you up with every thrust, only for your walls to close down when pulling out and him having to open you again—a cruel cycle, leaving your legs to shake. Your hands shook too, when they were using his biceps as at least something to hold onto. You’ve been made to take him, you took him everyday, and you still didn’t even know how to handle yourself each time.

“Yeah, darling?” he smiled lazily, teasing you with it at your messy state a little, but his voice was a different story—strangled and hissed through his teeth, having him curse everything on Loufu for the vicious grip of your heat that was only sucking him in from its tightness. “You’re too deep in…” you mewled. “I’m gonna feel you inside of me forever…”

Jing Yuan’s pace faltered for a second, something wicked glimmering in his eyes at your words, causing him to be even more attentive to your cries. The idea of leaving his shape imprinted inside your sweet and tight bliss, forever, every walk and breathe a reminder of the fact he was there and he’ll be there everyday inside of you, made his balls twitch and threaten to spill inside of you already. “Is that so, my precious? I think that should be our goal then. You already know how much you’re loved by me, but perhaps a reminder won’t hurt…”

You yelped, as you suddenly were being lifted into his strong arms with such an ease it was scary one could be this powerful, his fingers digging into your bottom’s flesh and forcing it to shape into his fingertips. He didn’t dare to pull out, forcing you to stay skewered on him, and you had to wrap your legs around his hips for balance. You were more surprised when he pushed your back against the wall of the bedroom.

“You better hold on tight, sweetheart. Not that I’d drop you,” he warned with a teasing and awfully sly smile (one you thought you’d see only during battle), not giving you much time to settle into the situation, as he was pushing you up and down right away, arching your upper body to rest against the wall. His forearms were holding you under your knees, further provided with his hands on your hips as if you weighed nothing.

“Jing Yuan—” you gasped, quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You thought you were going to die here, because he didn’t even have to do much to startle you—he was bouncing you up and down, letting the gravity do the work as every fall down was having such an impact, making his thrust heavy and knocking your insides, and you had no gaps inside your pussy that were left alone when you were filled to the brim… with you feeling as if your body would have to carve extra space to accommodate his dick, maybe to stay this way forever. “What are you…” you moaned, and dug your nails into his skin; something that only encouraged Jing Yuan.

Your legs around his hips, your back against the will, and his muscular arms holding your body smoothly kept you in a safe position, but it wasn’t a fall you feared. No, you were so overwhelmed and never have been filled up by him this much, not even with usual size struggle. Regardless of the fact it didn’t hurt after you’ve been forced to adjust to his girth, you still thought you could barely breathe with how intense the experience was.

“Is my darling enjoying herself?” he asked softly, not matching the vehemence of the situation he put you in. You managed to only nod, but your face told him all he needed to know—you looked both delirious and in love.

You realized you were, in fact, liking everything—being manhandled was one thing, the idea to have a man strong for times you feel weak so soothing—but being so full of him was euphoric, leaving you with nothing to worry about other than having his shape branded inside your pussy. Every single nerve inside of you was stimulated to its fullest potential, his thickness forced a friction so intense it felt as if being scraped from the inside supported merely with a smooth glide from your wetness, and his cock filled you up so nicely you could or would cry.

He had you bent in half again, yet in ways you would have never thought of.

Jing Yuan held your gaze no matter of the gymnastics he’s been putting you through, forcing it to be locked with his. He observed you so intensely, your orgasmic face mostly, as if reading your thoughts; but with the occasional glance downward to see how far he’s been splitting you on his cock, forcing your folds apart and slapping his balls onto your ass when entirely sheathed in. You were full of him as you should be.

Despite the debauchery of the act it was so intimate when he looked you in the eye, silently worshiping you and your expression when his face softened. You truly were his.

DR. RATIO—blindfolding

A planet Veritas comes from has been mastering the art of love for centuries, sex included. To people like him, sex wasn’t something just animalistic to get off of to. No, it was a complicated, refined, calculated process of making love.

And Veritas wanted you to experience it all. He might take years to show you everything he wanted to offer, but such things meant only having you two bond together this beautifully for many years to come, a future really inviting to participate in.

Neither was you being under him any less deliberate, a black blindfold over your eyes to temporarily deny you of ability to see. The material was the softest he could have found, not willing to overstimulate you with something rough or itchy in your most sensitive moments. The blindfold was the only article on your bare body, with another fabric being soft sheets under your pliant form he kneeled next to.

“I want you to focus on my touch and tell me where my hands are,” he informed. His voice was calm, should he make your sensory denial lead you to be nervous. You nodded, feeling oddly safe in the situation, an immaculate amount of trust for him leaving you unshaken. “I will.”

Your breath hitched when his hand first skimmed from your abdomen, and he had to drum his fingers on you as a reminder to speak. “You’re touching me under my belly…”

He was across your midriff, “My waist…”, and under your breasts, “…Below my chest.”

He was right about the experience being more intense when you couldn’t see it. You were forced to focus on touch and sounds—his slightly elevated breathing from seeing your nudity and excitement to teach you, the softness of his big palm thanks to his favorite hand cream, his fingertips, the warmth of his hands that dragged themselves flat across your front.

“Good?” he asked in confirmation of you holding up, and you nodded, making him smile lightly. His both hands stroked your nipples gently as a next step of provoking your body, making them harden and making you exhale shakily; especially at his fingers fondling them with a small squeeze. “M-my nipples…”

For first time in a while, you weren’t desperate to quickly get to the main part. The sensuality of the moment was driving you desperate, but also left you wanting to drag it on for forever. There was no mindless lust in there, and you felt as if bed was liquid and you were becoming the liquid yourself, merging into the surface. You were so safe and stable, as long as he’s here. Slow touches melted you.

“And how does it feel? Does it hurt?” he inquired.

You shook your head, “No, it feels good, Veritas.”

Something about you sounding so soft and breathy, looking all delicate and vulnerable, trusting him to guide you safely through this journey, filled his chest with even more love for you. He leaned down to give you a kiss, oh-so-gentle to not be a bother to your heightened nerves. You mewled against his lips, lying pliant under him and letting him guide you again.

The kiss left your lips parted, Veri having molded your body numb you didn’t even want to close them or move. What you’ve wanted was only his touch, with just you two in the world.

You whimpered when his hand soon rubbed the inside of your thigh, and he carefully knocked your legs apart with his knee. The anticipation was high as the hand wandered higher, nearing a place you thought you no longer would handle with how sensitive sensory deprivation has shaped your body. “Veritas…”

“Yes, I’m here with you. Is it too much?”

It was too much but not in a way for you to need to stop—you just weren’t used to waves of pleasure trembling your body all across it and experiencing it so accumulated in individual spots other than just inside of you. “It’s a lot but I want you.”

You got a soft chuckle in response, and he finally pressed his finger against your clit, tapping it few times as if it was a button to press. Your hips squirmed, and your senses focused on thousands of nerves here being induced, as he waited for you to adjust to something akin to putting you on fire. “Just like this, settle down…” he muttered quietly.

Veritas leaned over your body, kissing your shoulder, before he slipped first thick finger into you.

AVENTURINE—gun play

The revolver you held in your hand didn’t contain any bullets, which didn’t make Aventurine any less high on adrenaline, his ears buzzing with blood rushing there.

You, straddling his hips and bouncing your naked body off of his, holding a revolver to his temple—there was no real threat but his body registered it, making his hands hold onto your hips shakily and his dick twitch inside of you. Could a man come just from the sense of risk? He had a feeling it was indeed possible. Even the creak of the bed or the sound of your skin hitting his was falling loudly on his ears and intensifying his nerves, as if every sound made him anticipate something bad coming.

“B-baby…” he moaned out shakily, “…you’re so wicked to be doing this…” His hand barely managed to move upwards to circle on your clit, mere mimicking of his learned language during sex, as he was too shaken up to do regular protocol and actually succeed.

The words got you pressing a gun even closer to his head, and speed up your ride. Your hand swatted his hand between your thighs away, with you deciding to do it yourself or you’d never orgasm. “Didn’t you ask for it? It’s not my fault you’re such an adrenaline freak,” you teased, though you were not any less affected. Not only has been his cock compelling you to feel good, it was also the power and risk (no matter if feigned) that got you all aroused. You let Aventurine practice his infatuation with risk-taking in a safer way than reality, but it didn’t feel safe in any way. “Can’t even keep up with me… can’t even do your share?” you mocked again.

Aventurine groaned pathetically, too prideful to admit you were right. He was busy with something else anyway—eyeing your hand intensely, as if watching out for the pull of the trigger. He wouldn’t get shot, but they did teach you to handle empty gun as loaded one for the reason—you might forget the barrel wasn’t empty and get killed. And that’s what his paranoid mind was telling him; that despite checking on his revolver thousands of time before you two had started your game, somehow you still forgot to empty it.

When you finally pulled the trigger and nothing happened, the same way nothing had happened when he used to gamble his life and play Russian roulette, he almost came on the spot, trashing under your body trapping his. You laughed, before you moaned as he pushed you down against his cock harder by your waist. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cum from me acting as if I could have shot you?”

But you exposed yourself when you squeezed tightly on him after voicing out the idea, your hold on the revolver loosening, especially when your arm has been already cramping from keeping it in air for too long. “I guess you’re not any better,” he teased back, snapping his hips upward and making you scream silently; you were not suspecting Aventurine to be suddenly confident again. It seemed winning by not getting shot put him back on the right track.

“Your hand seems tired, why don’t you let me handle our weapon?” He grabbed the revolver from your hold, and put his arm up.

Soon, it was him aiming the revolver at your head, fucking you (thankfully) harder from below.

MR. RECA—degradation

Just because Reca was currently placed above you, your strong legs around his hips, breathing heavily against your ear, didn’t mean you weren’t the one in the position of power here.

Oh, how much he’s been craving for you to take charge every time you two were intimate, now matter how many times you’ve called him selfish for it (not that he wouldn’t enjoy it!). Today was no different, when you were calling him names from under him, mocking his hasty thrusts.

“You’re so desperate, Reca,” you said coldly and pushed your hips back at him, making him gasp at the sudden depth of his cock inside your pussy, all hugging him tightly. “Humping against me like a dog. Have you got no shame?” You could tell he was too overwhelmed to even put his entire length into your hole, thrusting only half of his cock into you.

“Hah… I’m sorry, dear… I cannot help myself when it comes to you!” he whined against your ear, his hands messily holding onto your waist to force your body to be thrusted into.

When you yanked his head up by his hair, for him to see that cold look to get off to, he was suddenly slapped in the face—on both sides for a good measure. “It’s ma’am when we’re at this.”

His stomach dropped in shame, his face stinging and swelling from the hit, yet it only made him move even faster—the pain and disrespect got him going, if not hoping to provoke you even further. “Y-yes, I’m sorry, ma’am!”

“You always say that only for you to do what you want,” you clicked your tongue. “It’s as if you’re doing this on purpose, wanting me to put you in your place,” you scoffed with disgust. He both hated and loved how your voice could stay composed even when he was making you feel good, as if you actually were bored and he was just a desperate virgin using a sex toy. No matter how degrading it was to have his efforts look pointless, it only made him more motivated to gain your approval. He strived to make you proud and have you reward him later.

But half-assed thrusts weren’t satisfying enough, if he was eager for your acknowledgment. Your legs around his hips moved lower and dug their heels into his ass, forcing him closer.

“Wait—” With you not letting him go, he was inside of you fully, making it way too intense for him. He could only do little thrusts with limited movement but those grinds were worse when you took him to the base—a fault of the fact his cock was sensitive not just in his tip but all over.

“What’s wrong? I thought you were desperate. Or do you want me to stop?” you asked with a cruel grin, making him moan just at the sight, and even more panicked at the idea of stopping.

“No, ma’am!” Reca then buried his face into your neck again, unable to handle the pressure of your pussy. “Thank you… it just feels so good…” he groaned, panting against your ear like a shameful creature.

“It always feels good, doesn’t it? Because you’d like everything I do, no matter how painful or degrading,” you mocked with a laugh, sparking another embarrassing for him to admit truth.

“I can’t help it… I love you so much,” he murmured into your skin, making you sigh.

A rare moment of softness from you during these scenarios, you rubbed his back, gently scratching the skin at that. He kissed your neck with a smile, slowing down on his grinds for a moment of rest, until you were pulling on his hair again, this time smashing your lips with his.

Yes, his beloved was so merciful.

MYDEI—primal play

While Mydei had sworn to never, ever hurt you, he was still a warrior through and through. It was no accident why a game you have proposed one day filled him with nothing but a battlefreak’s excitement. For next few hours, you’re no different from any of his enemies—he’ll strike you down in a way or another.

A chase through ruins of Kremnos, a place he picked specifically for no one to disturb you… if there’s any Nikador’s titankin anywhere, he’d kill it first.

Obviously, Mydei’s speed and agility were much better than yours, therefore he made sure to slow down his ru to not spoil the race too quickly—which didn’t make the situation any less exciting. When you turned around the corner to enter one of the largest rooms to hide somewhere behind tall furniture, feeling your heart pound so hard out of your chest you couldn’t tell if it was excitement, fear, or both; he suddenly yelled behind you and laughed, his low voice booming against the walls. You cursed as you knew he was getting close, ruining your any plans of escape whatsoever.

“You know there’s no escape from me, prey. Once I catch you, you’re not getting anywhere until I had my fill!”

You didn’t ease on your legs after hearing his words, only sprinted faster to avoid being pounced on by your hunter. You were very hopeful when you saw a small window, now devoid of glass, one you thought you could jump through to the ground outside—needing this to catch a small break before you’d be on the run again, as your lungs burn, allowing you to barely catch any oxygen in.

Your hopes were shattered when you were being suddenly tackled to the hard tiles, not expecting for Mydei to be behind you already—you didn’t notice any sound foretelling his approach!

He had enough decency to put a hand under your forehead when you fell, not wishing for his lover to end up with a cracked skull over some game… even if your arms and legs got scraped where your clothes didn’t hide you—all raw-feeling only made it better anyway.

“Caught you,” he said with a wicked smile, his heavy body above yours forced to rest face down, your head only tilted to the side for some resemblance of control of your demise by seeing his face.

Mydei was looking at you as if you were an actual prey that it got you worried for a moment—have he mistook you for one? Thankfully, he wiped your tears you didn’t realize you had already, a silent sign he was still in control; enough to not break the act.

“Little thing for a lion to eat. I wonder if such small creature can even take me… oh, but I’ll surely get enough from you,” he grinned.

You trashed under him, hiding an excitement at the idea of struggle and him forcing you into submission and crushing you until you’re shaking on these tiles and leaking his cum from your red and irritated hole. “Let me go!” your cries echoed through empty space, with no one to save you from this monster. Forced to rely on your most basic instincts, your anxious chest acted as if you actually were in danger.

“Stay still, or I’ll fuck you even harder,” he warned, a threat only going down to the twitch between your legs, and suddenly tore your bottom clothes apart, making you flinch at the sudden cold against your pussy. You were very glad he removed his armor for this chase—otherwise he’d have torn your skin apart too.

Mydei his pants down with a scary speed, his other hand pinning your wrists above your head. The struggle made you feel uneven rocks dig into your stomach under, but with the adrenaline in your veins you registered no pain. “No! You can’t do this!” you said frantically, making him laugh, as he already has noticed the wet state between your ass cheeks. “Your own body betrays you and you dare to lie to my face. I should punish you for this as well.”

And when your legs kicked trying to hit his back, he forced his body to lay on top of you harder, his legs between yours, making you feel as if you’d choke from how heavy he was as if you weren’t still breathless. With this placement, you felt his obnoxiously hard and big cock pressed against your weeping hole, his tip catching against your clit as he started to drag it across your slit to force out more slick. It was the only foreplay you’d receive to keep the act naturally spontaneous, and so you hissed from a sting when he suddenly pushed his hot dick inside of you from behind, stretching your walls and forcing them to take the whole thing too violently to your own body’s pace of making up space for him it almost hurt.

Mydei cursed when you tightened from the scream at his brutality. He let go of your wrists for you to dig your nails into the ground, and squeezed your hip with one hand and nape with the other in hard pressure, not letting you up by even an inch; with that, scratching your face against rough ground in result. This one gesture actually ached even if your hole didn’t, with him almost straining your hipbone and spine. But you were so full, the built up excitement threatening to make you cum already, and you wanted him to take you right here, as if you truly were a prey he caught. “Stupid little thing… you have a long night ahead of you,” the triumph over successful hunt was clear in his voice. The surge of power he felt over you and your weak body, way too easy for him to break if he was to choose to, he’ll remember about it every time he sees your legs limp tomorrow.

Not daring to deny himself of feasting on his prize, he began fucking your prone form immediately; even faster when you were screaming and moaning for the sound to jump off of the walls, relishing in the begs of his meal and prey to stop and not hurt them. With the sweat on your skin from the prior exercise, the skin clapping was even louder and caused your skin to burn, soon to be chaffed too.

You now knew what it feel like to be on the receiving side of his anger and prowess, making you feel as despised as his enemies he promised to kill no matter how many he’d have to face.

You were crying into the floor, but only for Mydeimos and for more of his barbarity to be drawn out of him. You’ll become the target to his fatal blows of thrusts, until you pass out as if he actually has launched the final attack.

PHAINON—bondage

The idea of Phainon having a chance to bind you in ropes has been circling his mind for a while. It wasn’t to dare to go as shamefully as to make you feel uncomfortable or trapped… the opposite—he saw it as a way of strengthening the sense of trust between you two, and you giving yourself to him so willingly, a proof of the mutual lovers’ devotion between you and him.

You exhaled out deeply when he ended tying ropes of silk ribbons around you, the cold fabric chilling you with a shudder sliding downward of your spine your body rested on; getting your body hair to poke air outward. He was kind enough to pick something in your favorite shade, to make it more comfortable and familiar… not to mention more resembling of you for him to admire.

The ribbons had your arms forced to stick firmly to your sides, wrapped around your chest to connect. Other spread of the ribbon tied your thighs to your calves, on each sides. You for sure couldn’t get anywhere like this, yet Phainon still got you comfortable with a soft pillow for your head to rest on.

And while you were somewhat nervous at amplified vulnerability, one bigger than your nudity would bring, Phainon tried to make the process as smooth as possible. He’s read a lot about how to tie you, not willing to cause your body any harm or discomfort, and he wouldn’t hesitate to pause in case something arises.

He let the small look of excitement and curiosity in your eyes lead him further. “Beautiful…” he marveled at the sight of you offered to him on bed this way, wrapped in silk as if you were a gift for him sent from heavens. Each stripe squeezed your flesh gently, spilling out its curves and softness, letting him love little cellulite dips even more. The color of the material was perfect for your skin tone as well, another match made in heaven. “Thank you for letting me do this, my love. I shall not disappoint you.”

Crawling between your legs, he grabbed your hand to kiss, lifting it up for you when you couldn’t move your arms up. “Relax… I’ve got you.” His lips wandered up your arm, skimming through silk, trailing to your shoulders. You exhaled shakily, feeling tad riled up by delicate smooches, ones leaving pleasant prickles of pleasure. With a tilt of your back as result, Phainon kissed over your neck and throat, lingering here to leave a small mark to decorate your skin in addition to the wrapping.

You whimpered at his lips now wrapped around your nipple, followed by a moan when his finger gently rubbed your clit between your wide open thighs, with you unable to escape this pleasure. “I know you’ll be out of these eventually… but I truly enjoy how much they make you stay with me, love,” he whispered into your breast, his fingers gently teasing your petals and parting them with two. Feeling generous of his love today, he left a little nibble on your chest to remind you of this beautiful experience when you’ll bathe with him later.

You squirmed like a precious darling of his, almost overstimulated already from how slow-paced everything became. Your body was hyper-aware of every touch when you couldn’t release your tension in tied up restriction.

You made him chuckle, “That sensitive already? I hope you can handle a bit more. You can, don’t you, darling?”

When you nodded, he smiled encouraging you to give in a bit more, and lowered his body to be between your legs. He had to take advantage of binds keeping you in place, to see how little or a lot you can handle when you are at his mercy and entrusting him with your body. A soft sigh left his lips when he saw a little pool of wetness gathering inside your hole.

Just a small dip of his tongue inside got you to trash if you couldn’t grab onto his hair like you usually would want to. You could have only gathered sheets of the bed to hold, with your arms forced down to stay in straight line. “Phainon…” you moaned his name, a hint of pleading. When your eyes lowered to see him, the tormentor of your nervous system, your stomach churned at the sharp-edged focus on his face. Oh, you had no doubt he’d keep you questioning your own beliefs about him any time now.

“I know, you’re already doing so good for me,” he praised, and licked a stripe up your slit to suckle on your clit like a candy. As an instinct, you tried to wrap your thighs around his head, only to be stuck with your legs bent to your body. You cried out in frustration, and Phainon hushed you quietly.

“No need to struggle. I just want you to focus on what I’m doing to you, not fighting to get out of these. Alright?”

“Y-yes… just, please, don’t tease me more…”

“Tease you?” he laughed, his voice so pretty on your ears you wished you could kiss him again: even if you were catching up with hidden intention he was slowly revealing to you. “I’m just making sure to not overwhelm you. But if that’s not enough for you…” he left the word hanging in the air, before he was slurping at your wetness with twice of vigor.

When you threw your head back, it was only Phainon on your mind, conceiving a worry if you’d receive any leniency tonight. You still had a lot to learn about him, it seemed to the case.

Can you tell my favorite on the list… 🤭

[rabbitinashell]

These are now my roman empire, cuz wtf?? Maybe a fic with older bf!wriothesley will make it better??? I mean, he is pushing he thirties, so-

[rabbitinashell]

Dunno who the artist is, want to know tho, so artist, if you see this, make yourself known

Kaeya in the Sheets: Playful, Teasing, and Dangerously Addictive

Kaeya is a man of mystery, of games, of temptation—and he plays them well. He never makes things easy for you. He keeps you guessing, keeps you on edge, his words laced with honeyed teasing and half-truths that leave you aching for more.

He is a charmer, but beneath that teasing exterior lies something deeper, something darker—a quiet, consuming intensity that only comes out when he truly lets his guard down. When he decides to stop playing and takes what he wants? There’s no escape.

And you? You’re already his.

1. A Tease That Knows Exactly What He’s Doing

Kaeya toys with you. He drags things out, makes you beg, makes you chase after what you so desperately want—because seeing you squirm under his touch is half the fun.

His lips hover just out of reach, his voice a low, knowing purr as he watches your patience begin to snap.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look a little desperate. Should I help you? Or should I make you wait a little longer?”

2. That Voice, That Smirk, That Absolute Control

Everything about him is calculated—the way he speaks, the way he moves, the way he pins you beneath the weight of his gaze alone. He doesn’t need force to make you weak—his presence alone is enough.

His smirk is deadly, his fingers tracing lazy circles along your skin as if he has all the time in the world. He knows exactly how to make you fall apart, and he does it without mercy.

“Shaking already? Tsk. I expected more from you.”

3. Hot and Cold—You Never Know What’s Coming Next

Kaeya keeps you guessing. One moment, he’s gentle, his touch like a feather’s caress, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses against your skin. The next? He’s ruthless, pressing you down, stealing the breath from your lungs, overwhelming you with the sheer intensity of his pace.

He keeps you on the edge, never letting you settle, never letting you predict what he’ll do next. And that is what makes him so dangerous.

“You’re so easy to read,” he chuckles, voice low, taunting. “Did you really think I’d let you have it that easily?”

4. Strength Wrapped in Silk

Kaeya never rushes. He takes his time, savoring every reaction, every little sound, every shiver that runs down your spine. He pushes, he tests, he plays with you like a cat with a mouse—never too rough, but never quite gentle either.

And when he finally decides to take you? It’s like falling into ice-cold water—overwhelming, shocking, and impossible to resist.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing your jaw. “You can handle a little more, can’t you?”

5. A Dangerous Addiction You Can’t Escape

Kaeya is the kind of lover who lingers. His touch, his voice, his smirk—they haunt you long after the night is over. He’s like a fine wine, sweet and intoxicating, leaving you craving more even as he leaves you completely spent.

And the worst part? He knows it.

He leans in, brushing his lips over your ear, his voice smooth as silk. “Already thinking about next time? Tsk, you’re insatiable.”

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Tease & Denial – He loves making you beg, dragging things out until you’re losing your mind.

Power & Control – He never forces—but you end up doing exactly what he wants anyway.

Overstimulation – One time is never enough. He’ll push you past your limits just to see how much more you can take.

Mind Games – He plays with you, tests your patience, makes you chase after what you want.

Aftercare in Disguise – He won’t outright coddle you, but he’ll wrap you in his arms, press soft kisses to your hair, and whisper something just sweet enough to keep you wanting more.

6. Aftercare: Soft Words, Smirks, and Hidden Affection

Kaeya pretends he doesn’t care, that he’s just playing a game—but when it’s all over, when you’re exhausted and spent, he’s still right there. His arms wrap around you lazily, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his voice softer than before.

“See? You survived,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead. “I knew you could.”

And just when you’re starting to drift off, just when you finally think you can relax—

“Next time, though?” His smirk is pure sin. “I won’t go so easy on you.”

Final Verdict: A Lover Who Leaves You Wanting More

Kaeya is dangerous. Addictive. Completely, utterly impossible to resist.

He will ruin you with his touch, his words, his teasing smirk—and by the time he’s done? You’ll never want anyone else.