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⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ a-list actor sukuna caught on camera checking out the new hit singer/former childhood star, at the awards show last night!

read almost all the headlines. and of course, reading it further, they include the video of sukuna stopping mid-interview as he stares hard, at the woman speaking to Variety a couple feet down. twitter is mass reposting the video of sukuna stopping mid-sentence to glance over, and then pause. it was almost comical how star-struck, or should i say love-struck, the man looked.

sukuna was in multiple independent and blockbuster films since he turned seventeen and now a year away from thirty, he’s a well-known name in the industry. of course for his many nominations, and one Oscar win for best supporting actor, but he’s also known for never having a stable relationship in his professional career, ever. not a single girlfriend known to the public, and nor was it ever speculated because it was confirmed by the photos of women wrapped under his arms.

the headlines mainly centered around his new films, the television series he’s currently filming, along with the many brand deals he’s signed on with. but in the light of many other articles, are stories about co-stars he’s slept with, models he’s made-out with, but all of it never really led to a relationship.

of course there’s speculation on why that is: sukuna doesn’t like relationships, he doesn’t want to settle, he’s too focused on his career, all of it was just bullshit. bullshit to cover up the fact that sukuna, himself, could never feel real long attraction for someone. to him, and only him, it was a fleeting emotion that would swell up inside him for a night and disappear before the sun rose. well that’s until you.

the sukuna fanbase went ballistic, dissecting the video to its core, and finding the singer he was staring at and her video, and watching it.

you were speaking to the interviewer when you started laughing. yes, laughing. it was a laugh that definitely drew smiles around you, and that also included a very famous actor who ended up staring longer than he’d imagined. his eyes could not leave you until his interviewer repeated their question for the third time.

OMG bc why does he look like he’s seen the love of his life!

LMFAOO SUKUNA CRASH OUT ON LIVE!!

who is she??? Can someone explain?!??

waittt!! I remember her from Disney channel, remember that show!

Omggg like I didn’t know she sings now!

Her songs are sooo good—yes more people pay attention to her!! She’s doing a comeback!

tiktok videos were spreading like wild-fire. people analyzing both videos, getting bts videos from inside the award show to see if they spoke again. comments filled with who is she? did they talk? does he know her?

so when almost a month later people see that sukuna has followed you on Instagram, even more videos pour out. it’s weird, because his fanbase is completely obsessed with the man, and yet they seem invested in the potential idea of him having a steady relationship. they’re almost glad he had a bit of humane decency.

and then it was confirmed with a single photo.

on a random beach in Spain, was you laying on a blanket in a bikini, and sukuna’s back to the oblivious camera, his distinct tattoos revealing his identity with his hand gently rubbing your waist. though the photo could only see you from a distance and sukuna’s back, it told everyone what they needed to know. especially, when another photo was released and it was the same position but this time your lips were locked in a deep kiss. your arm draped around his shoulder as his arm was pressed into the blanket beside you to keep his strong body up.

ommmggg no hi how are you????

ain’t no way we skipped the slow-burn!! are they dating then??? like is this confirmed fr fr???

we were deprived for months how did we just get thisssss??

waittt sukuna is literally filming there! did she go visit him??

the internet broke. the paparazzi photos were scarce, but there was a few from both of you talking outside a restaurant. the photo capturing you and sukuna laughing. there was another with both of you and the rest of sukuna’s cast members after getting drinks. you were on sukuna’s back as toji fushiguro held up satoru gojo who looked wayy too drunk.

they’re definitely dating because whaaaaat

free tojiii 😭😭😭

they’re so hot omfg plleaseee

there were very few outings of the two of you together. but people were invested, especially after a year has gone by and an article interview was posted after you released your new album. one section is something that everyone is locked in on and it was:

INTERVIEWER: “we heard that your acting career when you were younger was quite intense and this album is more personal for you. how did you feel and what was your process in accepting your past?”

Y/N L/N: “i mean, i feel like it’s always just been hard for me to come face to face with my feelings….a lot of things happened when i was younger, and i can be grateful for the opportunities it’s given me, but i also just um…”

L/N takes a short breath, laughing it off.

Y/N L/N: “i can also question why things happened the way it did. even after releasing this album I’m still coming to terms with my past…but back to what you were asking. my process…it was definitely gradual, especially dealing with all of that. but I’m very grateful i could finish it with the help of my friends and family. my boyfriend was very suppose and i couldn’t have done it without him.”

INTERVIEWER: “the album has already reached a million streams on Spotify and Apple Music, even your followers are skyrocketing. what do your friends and family think?”

L/N laughs.

Y/N L/N: “they definitely treat me the same! (laughs) no they’re proud of me, I’m really happy they like it, i usually do most of my music for them. but my boyfriend, he’s been hilarious. he’s been sending me videos everytime he’d hear a song in public. and i mean everytime.”

WHATTTT CRUMBSSSSS!!! THEY NEED TO TALK MORE ABOUT EAXH OTHER PLEASEEE

LMFAOOO just imagining sukuna giggling whenever he hears his girlfriends songs at the supermarket is making me piss myselffff

Supportive boyfriend sukuna!!!! Please i love themmm

awww i love her she’s so sweet! I can’t wait for her concert!!

i need more interviews bc I’m obsessed with herrrr

fans were over the moon about the new information. and not only a couple weeks later, did another article come out from an insider, telling a journalist how you and sukuna are definitely in-love. the insider revealing how you’d flown over when sukuna was shooting away. sukuna was much easier to work with on set when you were around and even after you left. the man was almost glowing every moment you spoke to him. after dating sukuna definitely has changed, he’s less hot-headed and doesn’t start fights. he loves his girlfriend a lot. they’ve met each others families over the holidays too.

wtf that’s so fucking cute!!!

never would i have seen this day coming! Sukuna not only having a longtime girlfriend but actually being obsessed with her!!

real asf bc if my girlfriend was a baddie with a good personality I’d definitely worship the ground she walks on too🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

whaaaa they met each others families!! i want to see yuuji and y/n

sukuna being in a relationship for more than a year now has fans gasping and crying, the man was now confirmed to be in love. and then the real confirmation happened one summer morning when he decided to post a slideshow on ig for your birthday.

the first was taken of the two of you standing outside and sukuna was holding your face as he pressed a rough kiss to your cheek as you laughed. the others were unhinged of you laughing as he carried you. the raw photos was the only thing fans needed to see how much this man loves you.

the last was a video of you posing with your new album in your pajamas and sukuna whistling behind the screen. “yes gorgeous!” he was speaking in a fake British accent like an awards host, “now do a twirl for me, sweetheart.” sukuna’s whistling was feral, making you break character and die of laughter. “was i good?” you question, dramatically tucking your bed hair. sukuna hums behind the screen, thinking. “nah definitely need some work. who are you again?—“ “shut up-ohmygod!”— and the video cuts.

married✋🙂‍↕️🤚 i need them to get married NOW

it’s giving they’ve been dating for yearssss

to all the people saying this was a PR stunt, where r u now???? Ya that’s what i thought

actually my parents right there, thank you.

and of course the caption written by a man of very few words (only online, that is): happiest birthday to my beautiful girl 🤍

fans are yearning for more…

a/n: might make a fleshed out fic for this and add smut but ngl I just wanted some modern!au sukuna fluff and y’all know me w posting fics (twice a year🥹🤚)

ALSOOOO lol i doubt sukuna would post anything on his ig and if it was ur bday i think he’d be the type to post just one photo of the two of you (but whateverrrr i wanted to make that collage so leave me alone

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Weapon

Day 5 of @vincentvalentineweek !

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This is adorable, I love Jude SO much!!

It's day 10 of the Ikemen Advent event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. Today's prompt is tradition and I also paired it with the prompt building a snowman from @writingwhimsey naughty or nice event. I wanted this to be better but it is what it is, I didn't want to play with it anymore than I already had. Just some fluff WC approx 1380.

Smokey the Snowman?

It was late in the morning and Jude sat at the dining room table reading his paper and having a smoke. The peace and quiet was just what he needed before what he knew was about to come and he smirked as he ashed his cigarette.

Birds predictable if nothin’ else.

Just as that thought had crossed his mind he heard soft footfalls.

“Good mor-”

“No.”

“Oh come on I haven't even said anything yet!”

“You don't gotta say anything, it's still no.”

“How can you say no when I-”

“You think I don't know what you've been up to the last few days? You got all the others takin' part in your Christmas nonsense and now yer after me, well you can save your breath cause it ain't happening.”

“Why do you have to be so against it without even trying? You may actually have fun, you know!”

Jude let out a loud laugh and put his paper down.

“Will never happen, Princess.”

“It could! Everyone else has had fun so far, Liam and William enjoyed singing carols, Victor loved baking cookies and Roger really enjoyed making eggnog with me, even if he did add way too much brandy…”

Just why the hell does me enjoying Christmas mean so much to her?

“Listen I ain't-”

“Oh good, just the two people I was looking for!”

Victor's cheery voice cut off the conversation. He had a mission for the two of you tonight and he quickly ran through the details of it. As far as missions went it wasn't anything big or overly dangerous but Jude figured it would be a great distraction from all this Christmas activity nonsense.

Jude couldn't figure out what exactly was going on in that head of yours but that was nothing new. He had fully expected you to run as far the hell away as you could as soon as your month was up but instead they were all told you had decided to stay on as fairytale keeper. He thought you were nuts for stayin’ in a place like this, somebody as pure and innocent as you were, you'd be eaten alive in no time.

To his surprise though you hadn't been yet and he had to give you credit for it. Hell you were actually trying to make the place into a proper seeming home and everyone into a big happy family. Victor was thrilled with that especially since it was working with everyone, everyone but him. He didn't want to be part of some big happy pretend family and he sure as hell wasn't gonna do it just to make you happy, or see that sweet smile on your face.

“Well that certainly was boring.”

“I don't know, I kind of like that nothing major happened for once.”

“Ahhh but something major happening is where all the fun lies.”

“I think you and I have very different definitions of the word ‘fun’.”

“Will you two quit your yappin'.”

Jude shot you and Alfons a glare and your face fell.

She looks like a chastised puppy.

“Well aren't we in a bad mood.”

“Course I'm in a bad mood. I don't like wastin’ my time.”

“The nights still young, the three of us could always go have some fun together.”

“I ain't doin nothin with you.”

“Too bad, well little miss robin looks like it's just you and me then.”

Jude spun about just as Alfons had wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his ungloved hand dangerously close to your neck.

Just what the hell does he think he's doing?

Jude reached out and grabbed you by the elbow before he'd even finished his thought.

“My aren't we protective tonight.”

Oh go fu-

“Victor put me in charge of keepin’ her safe and I don't want to deal with his attitude if I go back without her.”

I ain't doing this for any other reason.

“Thank you for the offer but I really just want to go back to the castle.”

“Hmm another time then, goodnight you two.”

Alfons turned and headed off into the night giving you a cheery wave as he disappeared around a corner.

“Don't let him get so damn close to you like that, unless you want him to play with you like a toy?”

“No, of course I don't!”

“Ya, well then pay better attention princess.”

“Okay.”

Jude started walking again with you a step behind him. He wasn't mad at you, not really anyway.

She's gotta start being more careful around em, she already forgotten were all villains or something? Letting them touch her everywhere and being all close to them…

Jude was so lost in his thoughts it took a few blocks for him to realize you hadn't said a word since you'd started walking again. He turned around to see your head down looking at ground, like a scolded puppy again.

Aww hell…

Jude let out a sigh, this wasn't the type of miserable he wanted to see you as. As he was wondering how to cheer you up he noticed an empty snow covered lot down the street across from you.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Come on.”

Jude inclined his head in the direction of the open lot and started walking.

“Where are we going?”

“Not far.”

When the two of you arrived at the lot Jude turned around and poked your forehead.

“Oww, what was that for?”

“You ain't to breathe a word of this to anyone else.”

“Breathe a word of what?”

“You wanted to do a Christmas activity with me right? Well there ain't nobody around here and there's enough snow to build a snowman so-whoa!”

Jude caught his balance as you flung yourself at him and your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Yay! Thank you so much Jude! I promise you'll have so much fun and-”

“Alright already!”

Jude pushed you off him and turned his back on you.

“Let's get started before I change my mind.”

“Okay!”

It didn't take long for the two of you to build a decent looking snowman but Jude couldn't take his eyes off you the whole time. You were wearing one of the brightest, and most beautiful, smiles he'd ever seen on you.

“It's too bad we don't have any carrots or other stuff for his face…oh I know!”

Jude watched as you dig your fingers in making little eye, nose and mouth holes in the snowman's head.

“There!”

“They don't look much like a face.”

Jude took out a smoke and just as he was about to light it you snatched it from his lips burning your fingers slightly in the process.

“Ouch.”

“Did ya forget fire burns!?”

Jude clicked his tongue and sighed as he watched you put the cigarette you stole from him into the snowman's mouth.

“Now he looks like you!”

Jude glared at you but you were too busy smiling and staring at the snowman to notice.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Why were ya so insistent on doing something with all of us for Christmas.”

You went quiet and Jude noticed your face fall ever so slightly as he waited for your answer.

“I guess…well it's been awhile since I've had so many people to celebrate with and so I thought making some new traditions would be nice. My family had a lot of them but we'll, they're not as fun to do when you're alone.”

Jude felt his chest tighten and he felt guilty for pushing you off all this time.

Damn it…

“Then how about we make a deal?”

“What sort of deal?”

“I'll build a snowman with you once every December.”

“Really!?”

“Ya but in return you can't let the others touch you for the whole month.”

“That's what you want?”

“Ya.”

“Why?”

“Cause.”

“Cause isn't really an answer.”

“Cause I don't like it when they touch you all right!”

Jude hadn't meant to say it out loud but the words were coming out before he knew it. He expected you to get all indigent or something at him but instead you were quiet and blushing like mad.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Jude took the hand you offered him and shook it still looking at the way you were blushing.

“Then it’s a deal."

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Wake The Blacksmith

Kinktober Day 6: Voice Kink|Discipline/Punishment

Pairing: Clavis x Female Reader

This fic was fun for me to write, I haven't written much with Clavis yet but there's so much you can do with him. The title of the fic is a play on the last line of Robin Hood Men in Tights. Clavis has gone to far this time and you decide to punish him for it. CW: light bondage and teasing. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1805.

Clavis stood in front of the desk in your room looking over some paperwork when he heard the door very faintly open and shut. He knew it was coming in and that you were trying not to be noticed, no doubt you had planned something to get back at him for what happened earlier. Briefly he thought about turning around and ruining your plan but at the last minute he pushed the idea aside, what's the worst that could happen after all?

Your footsteps were exceptionally light and they stopped almost right behind him and he heard you take a steadying breath followed by the sound of something metal. It took him only a few seconds to recognize the noise as handcuffs and his eyebrow perked up.

Well now, just what are you planning to do with those my lovely fiancee? Not that it really matters, I'll have them off in no time. Oh well, I can be generous and let you think you've won this one for now.

Still with his back to you he felt the metal touch his wrists followed by the clicking sound as you shut them.

“My my, what is this for my lovely fiance?”

“You know very well what this is for!”

“Hahaha of course I do! You're feeling jealous that your darling Clavis has been spending so much time away from you and want to keep me fro-”

“I was having tea with the Princess!”

“I see, you're sad I broke my promise to use my traps only on you. To be fair I hadn't planned for that one to go off at that exact moment.”

“Clavis!”

You huffed and stomped your foot giving him what you no doubt thought was an admonishing stare; but alas you looked to cute even mad for him to take you seriously.

“There were flowers and confetti everywhere, I was so embarrassed!”

“I'm sorry my darling love, but from what I heard Princess Mirelle found it amusing once she recovered from the shock.”

“That's not the point! You deserve to be punished for what you did.”

“I assume that's why I'm wearing these.”

Clavis raised his hands a little, making the chain rattle.

“Yes, I'm not going to let you get away with it this time.”

You set your lips in a hard line and your cheeks were flushed. Clavis laughed internally delighted at the situation and the attention.

“Well since you're so serious, I'm ready to see just what punishment you have in store for me my lovely lover.”

Clavis lowered his voice almost purring at you. Normally he could smooth over the worst of your ire by showering you with love but…

“Oh no you don't, not today.”

Apparently you were more resolved than normal, or more angry with him, either way he found it amusing. He laughed out loud as you placed your hands on his chest and gave him a shove making him fall back into the desk chair. He was still laughing as you stepped away from him and studied him for a moment before nodding your head.

“Is your plan to lecture me? Or perhaps leave me here to think about what I've done and repent?”

“No! My plan…my plan is…”

Clavis tilted his head in curiosity. Your earlier bravado and anger seemed to subside in an instant and the red flush of anger on your cheeks was very quickly being replaced by a pink one that traveled up to your ears.

Just what are you up to my lovely fiance?

He watched you shake your head and let out the breath you had been holding as you squeezed your hands into fists.

“For you to have to sit there and not be able to touch me.”

Well…that's not what I was expecting, though it would explain the handcuffs. What exactly is she thinking about doing though? Regardless this is delightful and I should play along just a bit longer.

“That does sound like quite the punishment, depending on exactly what you do.”

Clavis grinned impishly at you as he waited for a reply but none came. Instead you reached for the top button of your blouse and slowly undid it, then the next and the next.

Oh my, it seems my darling little rabbit intends to give me a show. This certainly is a punishment, or it would be for somebody not as skilled as I am.

Clavis kept his eyes on you as his hands fumbled behind his back. He deftly retrieved his lockpick from his sleeve and went to go about undoing the handcuffs.

What??

Clavis' face fell only for a moment but you apparently still noticed as you let out a giggle.

“Those are a special pair of handcuffs, metal's been melted into the keyhole so you won't be able to get them off. Well not without the help of a blacksmith at least."

Clavis' eyes widened in disbelief.

“Where did you…”

“Prince Keith gave them to me, he wasn't too happy with what happened to his sister either.”

Clavis was still coming to terms with the reality of being unable to free himself when you reached the last button on your blouse. He watched you slowly pull it off one shoulder at a time then letting it slip from your arms. He could feel his cock starting to throb and grow already and he grit his teeth.

“Come my lovely fiance, do you really want to do this?”

He watched as you nodded a coquettish smile on your face.

“I'm certain.”

Damn it. What was Keith doing with something like this anyways! It will be fine…

Clavis' thoughts came to a halt as you slowly tugged on the top lace of your corset. Carefully and painfully slowly you undid each corset lace until it hung loosely off your shoulders. Clavis' eyes were burning with lust and focused on your every movement. You shrugged your shoulders out of the corset dropping it to the floor before you sat on the edge of the bed and hiked up your skirt. Clavis swallowed hard as he watched your delicate fingers teasingly roll down one stocking then the other exposing your beautiful legs.

Clavis followed you with his eyes as you walked over to him, your stockings still in your hands. You stood as far away as you could from him and began leaning towards him. He was desperate to feel you but instead of kissing him you quickly crouched down and wrapped one of your stockings around his ankle. He jerked the other away from you before you could tie it to the chair as well.

“That's fine, this will still keep you in here.”

Clavis glared at you as you stood back up and moved away from him again.

“My lovely fiance, you certainly have become quite naughty. Where did you learn such behavior?”

“From my darling lover of course.”

Clavis sighed realizing he was beat, this time at least, and he helplessly watched as you removed the rest of your clothing. His cock straining against the buttons of his pants desperate to be released. This had already been enough for him but unfortunately you weren't finished with him yet.

Once you were naked you walked over to the bed and lifted one leg onto the bed. You bent over and slowly ran your fingertips up along your leg. Clavis growled and went to move but you had tied his one ankle surprisingly tight and he was pulled back onto the chair.

He watched as you repeated the arousing yet torturing sight with the other leg, this time when you reached the top instead of just stopping you let the fingers he could see move along and graze your sensitive spot and he bit his lip. His cock was twitching and straining even more against his pants and he wanted nothing more than to touch you and make love to you. As he bit his lip in frustration you turned to face him running your hands under your hair and letting it fall around you before bringing your hands down to your sides slowly caressing them.

Clavis was almost rabid as he watched your hands moving along your body wishing they were his. Just as he thought he couldn't take anymore you stopped and he let out a low groan as he shifted on the chair trying to find any relief from the discomfort of his cock being unjustly contained. He saw you smile as you crouched down and began to crawl across the floor towards him.

This is not, you can't, I won't survive it!

“Stop right there my lovely fiance.”

But you didn't stop, you just smiled even more. You reached his lap and brought your lips to his bulge kissing it before undoing his pants and setting it free and taking it into your mouth.

Clavis groaned, the feel of your lips tight around his cock making him want to touch you and pleasure you even more. He watched as you bobbed up and down his length while your tongue ran along his tip.

“When I get ngh out of these…”

Clavis said nothing more as his eyes closed and he felt himself about to cum. You had picked up on it as well and gripped him around the base as you went faster. Not long after he thrust his hips as he unloaded his thick cum in your mouth. He watched the way your throat moved as you swallowed every last bit of it down before licking his cock clean and putting it back into his pants. He thought surely now you would at least let him kiss you but you just stood up and walked away from him back to your clothes and began to dress.

“Very funny my love, now untie me and come her so I-”

“No.”

“No?”

I swear when I get free…

“This isn't fun any more, now quickly-”

“It wasn't supposed to be fun, it's a punishment, remember?”

My my she's grown quite devious, I'd be proud if I hadn't been on the receiving end. Not that I'm going to tell her that of course.

Clavis watched half-heartedly as you left the room and only vaguely heard you wish him goodnight. After all, he was too busy coming up with a plan to get you back for this most creative punishment.

A few hours later the door to the bedroom opened but it wasn't you that came in, it was Cyran and Clavis greeted him with a strained and twisted smile.

“Be a dear Cyran, wake the blacksmith will you.”

Cyran said nothing instead he just let out a sigh and sent up a silent prayer for his lady as he shut the door and walked off to carry out his master's request.

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fem reader. pregnancy. based off of a post i made about jing yuan getting hornier the more pregnant you get. petnames used; my dear. hint of multiple rounds before. pregnant sex. a lengthier response to this ask i got from darling gray — consider this a gift 🎁. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

It’s quite obvious that General JING YUAN has taken a liking to your new body as it houses your first child together. The more you grow, the more his hands wander— the harder that his cock strains against his uniform and it’s quite apparent that with every new week of pregnancy … your lover is barely able to hold back how horny the changes are making him.

Today had felt much like a long one and considering how many months you are into your pregnancy already, the aches in your body and feet have become quite apparent. So, you find yourself retreating to your bedroom quite early and more often, though you’re always quite quickly followed by the General as soon as he returns home.

Jing Yuan’s more than happy to push himself beneath the sheets of your shared bed at any given opportunity actually, though, he has no intention of going for his usual after-work nap this time. The subtle grin on his lips serves as a hint at that when he presses himself up against you from behind.

But the throb of his cock against your back proves it.

“Don’t you want to relax? You’ve been w-working all day.” Your voice carries a soft sort of lull, though it’s unsteady as you exhale— given the way your walls are stretched around the heavy length of the General behind you. But the cute tone makes Jing Yuan throb before he smears a reassuring kiss against your shoulder from behind.

Along with his own, your libido had gotten quite a bit higher with your pregnancy too, not to mention your sensitivity increasing along with it. So you weren’t really innocent either.

Every palm and paw of Jing Yuan’s large palms would make you croon and arch into him more than usual, pushing yourself closer— falling victim to his hands as he works you into a puddle of needy whines and gasps.

Much like he’s doing now, you’re already such a mess, not only of mewls and moans but of previous orgasms— in the more literal sense. It’s evident in the sticky mixture that’s smeared across your thighs, from both you and your lover— his previous load only serving to ease every heavy roll of his hips. It makes everything feel wetter, better. Yet his cock still feels as hard as it did when you first started and you can tell he’s not even considering stopping just yet— not when you’re so eager to take another load anyway.

“Hah, not at all. You needn’t worry about that, my dear.” It’s a charming sort of drawl, you can almost hear the smirk in Jing Yuan’s words. “You need only concern yourself with this.” But then his hands are on your stomach— rubbing affectionately at your bump and it makes you melt into him at the reassurance.

His lips are on your neck next. “Allow me to handle the rest.” And he offers you another rock of his hips, a slow and languid roll that seems to press so deep into you it makes your toes curl. The pleasure makes you feel so pliant against him and he seems to eat it up quite eagerly as he holds you close.

Jing Yuan’s large palm offers you a slow circle against your swollen bump, soothing any aches at the new found weight and it makes your lashes flutter in appreciation for the makeshift massage, accompanied by the steady back and forth of his thrusts. Your arm is curled back over his neck, fingers threaded weakly through the unruly appearance of his blonde hair, barely holding on with the perfect drag of him inside you.

He breathes deep as his hips twitch and the loud squelch that follows as he buries more of his cock into your cunt makes your lips part to moan.

His words seem to strain at how tight you squeeze around him, “Though truth be told, you are as beautiful as ever in this state.” Jing Yuan’s voice remains so honest as he presses a kiss against the shell of your ear, and your body answers him with another pleasurable twitch around his cock. Another rock of his hips and you hear the bed frame creak at the weight of want behind it. He hisses, “I must admit it’s quite hard to resist.”

Maybe it’s the high from your previous orgasms but you can’t help but giggle as you press yourself back into him, though with little strength of your own— he seems to make up for it by grinding his hips to meet you. “And you’re as horny as ever, General.”

Jing Yuan laughs at that, loud enough so you can feel the vibration through your back as his chest squishes against you. “Yet you humour me without hesitation, what does that say about you, hm?” His next thrust is slower, but even deeper— almost like he’s teasing you. Feeling you squeeze so desperately around him for more only emphasises his point. Infuriatingly so. “One might argue it is only my duty to repay you for that.”

“I’m just surprised you’re not tired yet.” You sigh, though you’re quite glad about it. His stamina was partly to blame for how you ended up pregnant to begin with.

“Hah— nonsense, I assure you I have much more to give.” He lets his hands give your bump another affectionate squeeze before he’s letting the touch trail higher, to take a slow, languid handful of your swollen breasts before he’s palming them gently. His thumb swipes tentatively over the raised skin of your nipple until it perks up and he feels you shake against him, and then he offers you a dull squeeze.

He knows you’re sensitive and sore, but the feeling of his hands are doing wonders for easing that. The gentle touch makes your mouth drop open to moan raggedly, clasping at his wrist as he massages your body and groans against your ear.

Every movement is accompanied by the deep press of Jing Yuan’s cock as his lips press another kiss into the back of your shoulder, and his hips press tight against your ass from behind as he feels the heavy weight in his balls throb and beg to be emptied.

As if he hasn’t just given them some relief. Yet, you’re twitching like you’re asking for the same. Your lips parting to moan, ass squishing back against him with desperate little rolls of your hips.

“And I think it’s safe to assume, this is only the first of many, my dear. After all, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of taking care of you— if you so allow it, I’ll give you many more.”

And for some reason, you have a feelings he’s not just talking about your pleasure when he says that.

Afterall, Jing Yuan loves seeing you pregnant.

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[shrimpy-kitsune]

Oswaldo Schneider haters club

[shrimpy-kitsune]

2025 Simp Calendars Are HERE!

Going on strong for another year, I'm sharing my yearly ikemen calendars with yall to print out for free! These calendars not only mark down ikemen birthdays (from select games) but they also have a slot for you to insert your own photo of whatever you'd like! I typically put ikemen.

They were made with my wallet in mind to be wary of when cyb*rd may drop birthday sale sets.

A special thanks to @natimiles for compiling a list of bdays across all the cybird games, it was very handy for me to use as reference! Another special thanks to @rjthirsty for helping me get the ikemen villains emblems to use on here.

Here is an example of Jan 2025! Beside it, an example of the december 2024 calendar printed out, because I'm too tired to print out jan 2025 tonight.

Download Links: Ikevamp/Ikepri/ikevil Calendar || Ikevamp Calendar || Ikepri Calendar || Ikevil Calendar || Blanks

Important Notes:

I've included a 2026 version of January!! Please do not get it confused with the 2025 January!!

This was made for fun, and I am not an artist at all, so there may be small imperfections and boring design choices. I am sharing since friends and followers were interested.

The size of the calendars overall are made to print on a full sheet of regular printer paper (8.5x11). (I highly recommend using cardstock if you have the option!) You should be able to use your computer’s default printing option to print these off fine.

The size for the customized photo window is 1129x1241 pixels. You should be able to edit this in any program designed for editing photos, I even tested it and made sure you could put in a photo using MS Paint!

Keep in mind that when printing, some printers may skew the colors a bit and make them either lighter or darker.

For the jp spoiler characters/newest characters in ikevamp and ikepri, their bdays are not listed. I don't have their emblems/crests so I could not add them. (for ikepri this is azel, matias, and kagari, I can't find a clean version anywhere for them)

For the JP spoiler characters in ikevil, however, I was able to get their emblems!

Ikevamp has no July birthdays, so there is just a blank calendar in the Ikevamp Only set. In the other sets, it will only show the Ikepri/ikevil bday for that month.

The same thing happens in june, but with ikevil instead.

If there is an issue like a misspelling or a suitor’s birthday being listed wrong, please let me know 🙏

If you enjoy this or end up using it, please consider reblogging or commenting! That way I can consider revisiting this in 2026 and trying to make improvements based on the interest.

If you super duper enjoy it and feel very generous, I do have a ko-fi link in my pinned post, but these are 100% free to download and do not feel pressured to do anything else.

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[shrimpy-kitsune]

SLBP Battle chibi

[shrimpy-kitsune]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. dad!toji x wife!reader. fluff, just pure fluff. reader gets called ‘doll’ once.

toji sits on the edge of megumi’s bed, arms casually draped over his knees, watching with an amused grin as you fuss over your son. you’re lecturing him about being more careful when playing with the other kids at daycare, replacing the bandages on his arms that had gotten scuffed from a tumble.

megumi sulks, his little face scrunched up, but he doesn’t dare to say a word. his gaze is cast downward and he knows better than to challenge you when you’re in your ‘mom’ mode.

toji chuckles to himself. the little brat—just like his old man, he thinks. neither of them ever have the guts to talk back when you’re laying down the law.

with a lazy smirk, toji reaches over and ruffles megumi’s hair in an affectionate and teasing way. “it's fine, doll,” he says in attempt to reassure you, “shit happens. ‘n it toughens up the kid.”

you shoot him a look over your shoulder and toji just shrugs. “he’s just like you, ya know,” you mutter as you brush a stray lock of hair from megumi's face. indeed, the little boy resembles his father in looks but also in personality. “stubborn, hard-headed. thinks he can take on the world without a scratch,” you sigh.

on one hand, you’re worried that megumi will get in real trouble one day because of it. but on the other hand, your son got an overprotective man as father. you know he will never let any harm befall either of you.

toji raises an eyebrow at your comment. oh, he knows and he’s proud of it. proud of his son, of the family he's created with you. “i mean—he needs to learn to take a few hits if he's gonna survive this world.”

you scoff before hugging megumi one last time. “mm, mama,” the toddler snuggles up to you, small hands clutching your shirt tightly. you feel the weight of his tiny form press against you while his cheek rests against your chest.

there’s something about the clingy way he holds you that melts something deep inside you. you press a gentle kiss to his messy hair, brushing a hand down his back as you breathe in the sweet, comforting scent of his shampoo.

“good night, sweets,” you murur, your voice barely above a whisper. “i love you.”

megumi’s small fingers tighten once more on your shirt as if reluctant to let go. his breathing is steady and you know he’s almost asleep. but then, your son shifts lightly. he pulls back from the hug enough to look up at toji, who’s leaning back against the headboard of the bed. he doesn't say a word, but there’s a clear look of expectation on his face, as though he's waiting for something only his dad can give.

toji meets his gaze with a blank expression that doesn’t give away a thing. he's clueless for a good couple seconds before picking up on what megumi wants.

your husband murmurs something incoherent before relenting. “yeah yeah, c'mere buddy,” he hums, his tone softening. he can't help it—even if he tries not to show the vulnerability in his demeanour.

“yay,” megumi's face brightens up a little and he eagerly reaches up with those tiny hands. toji pulls the kid into his arms, hugging him tighter than expected. the action is a little awkward, but there's no denying the warmth in it.

your heart melts as you witness the adorable scene before you. your son doesn’t seem to mind the tightness as his small arms encircle his father’s neck. it’s a simple moment between father and son, but it’s enough. enough for both of them.

toji pulls back after a little while. his eyes are softer than usual as he pinches megumi's button nose. “good night, kiddo,” he mutters, the words rough but warm, “don't let the bedbugs bite.”

megumi grins sleepily at him as he rubs his eyes. “i’ll kick their ass, papa,” he declares proudly, looking and acting more like his dad with the second. you roll your eyes and stand up from the bed. toji simply snorts, realising his son has picked up on the phrases he uses.

“tha’s right,” your husband nods after standing next to you, “you tell ‘em bedbugs to eat shi—”

“toji ,” you shush him with a swat to the bicep.

megumi lets out a small giggle in reply before laying back on his pillows. you pull the covers up to his chin and watch as his eyes slowly close, his body beginning to relax. the quiet rhythm of his breathing is the only sign of him settling down for the night.

toji lingers by the door and is simply content to watch you. you're always like this—so nurturing. he follows your every move as you leave a final kiss to your son’s cheek. the warmth that radiates in your presence, your affection, the simple yet tender moments are all things that make him fall in love with you over and over again.

you straighten up and turn towards toji, catching him staring. you can see the warmth in his eyes, the way his shoulders are completely relaxed, how that signature smirk of his seems more like a smile in that moment.

you chuckle to yourself before stepping out into the hallway, leaving the door slightly ajar. toji follows with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. the silence hangs between you two for a bit. it’s comforting and. . . secure.

“y’know, you’re a real softie, toji,” you comment to break the quiet atmosphere. you tilt your head back to look at the dark-haired man who’s now next to you. you know he still struggles with being vulnerable around your son. the sentimentality is still an aspect he's working on.

however, you see it; the emotional side of him. the warmth in his eyes, in his touch, in his words - even if he’s not all that soft spoken.

you can see right through him.

“don't worry though. your secret's safe with me,” you tease with a soft grin.

toji doesn’t say a word for a few seconds before he chuckles under his breath, “just keep that between us, aye?” he responds to your teasing. he’s just glad that he’s married a woman who understands him and accepts him as is.

you both head to the living room. the weight of your day finally seems to lift. the quiet house and the soft breaths of megumi drifting from his room, feels like the calm after a storm. there are challenges ahead, no doubt, but for now everything is alright.

toji wraps his muscular arm around your shoulders as you both sink into the couch. the television playing something in the background, but neither of you pay it much attention. you lean against him and sigh, eyes closing slowly.

“you think he's gonna… turn out okay?” you ask softly. you’re not really sure how to word your worries. your voice holds an uncertainity that causes toji to hold you tighter.

your husband doesn't answer right away. instead, he glances down at you and strokes your hair with his free hand. he nods and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

toji leans his head back afterwards, closing his own eyes. no matter what the future holds, he's sure megumi will grow up to be a strong young man.

“yeah. that kid’s gonna be alright.”

[shrimpy-kitsune]

Mydei! I was surprise he wasn’t fire?

[shrimpy-kitsune]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you regret everything when you wake up after an eventful night with your asshole of a roommate, toji fushiguro. even though you hate yourself for giving in to his charms, a part of you secretly craves his company.

tags. roommate!toji x female reader. suggestive, fluff, angst. age gap (reader twenties, toji early thirties). toji is kinda an asshole. kinda toxic relationship. mention of reader having daddy issues. self indulgent lol. reader gets called ‘doll, sweetheart \ naive’ -> part one: here

everything aches. your entire body is on fire the moment you wake up. you tiredly rub your eyes, regaining consciousness after being in deep sleep. glimpses of a room that isn’t yours, your nude body under the sheets and the uncomfortable stinging sensation in your hips help you connect the dots.

“oh, fuck,” you cuss quietly. memories of the intimate night with your roommate—the one you swore you hated and only tolerated—replay in your head.

you can’t believe it. you gave in so easily to toji’s charms, that womanising bastard. you hit yourself on the head a couple times with your hands. you just know that cocky man will never let this go. he can use this against you, blackmail you if needed.

while cussing yourself out some more, a faint breeze entering the room makes you shiver. you look to the side and finally notice the figure standing outside on the balcony.

toji exhales a stream of smoke from his lips, his eyes fixed on the horizon. the early morning sun casts a warm glow on the city below. he senses your awaking presence and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

the older man can feel your gaze on him, but he remains fixated on the scenery. taking a deep drag from the cigarette, he exhales the smoke into the crisp morning air once more. he knows you’re watching him, yet he makes no move to acknowledge you. instead, he lets the silence linger for a while, enjoying the view and the nicotine buzz before speaking up.

“morning, doll,” toji says, not bothering to turn around to face you. he continues to smoke without a care in the world, his bare muscular back facing you. the fact that he’s acting like nothing happened the day before is infuriating to you.

he does this often after all. sleeping around with women who can earn him some extra money, leaving when he sees no use in them anymore. now he’s doing the same with you—using a naive and vulnerable college girl like you for a room to stay in, toying with your feelings and managing to lure you to have sex with him. it’s all part of his plan, no?

you sigh, though realise that there’s no changing the past. what happened has happened.

you throw your legs over the edge of the bed. you stare down at your bare limbs for a second before grabbing the sheets on the bed. you wrap the cloth around your nude body, seeking a resemblance of warmth. something to keep you grounded so you won’t lose your mind.

your feet pad silently on the wooden flooring as you walk over to the balcony. the cold air hits your face which instantly makes you shiver. your nose scrunches up a bit and your brows furrow, more so after you’re hit with the strong scent of tobacco.

“a lil' grumpy, ain’t ya?” toji comments once he finally turns his head to the side. his eyes rake over your body, lingering on the flesh of your thighs peeking out beneath the make-shift dress. he lets out a low and appreciative whistle at the provocative sight.

it reminds him of what went down the night before. how you were trembling, begging and drooling underneath him as he ruined your insides. the memory is forever burned into his brain.

you can only click your tongue in response, coming to stand still next to him at the railing. you lean against it, arms draped over the edge. a silence hangs in the air between you two before you break it with a sigh. “you're an asshole,” you grumble while rubbing your eyes.

you remember how you’ve promised not to press on about the rent problem. how toji had tricked you into saying specific things in the heat of the moment. he’ll use it against you, you guess. if you bring it up now, he'll probably say that ‘that wasn't what you said yesterday when i was balls dee—’

you cover your face with your hand, your stomach doing that thing as you stop that thought. you hate yourself for feeling so giddy as you recall what happened between you two.

“heh, never claimed i was a good guy,” toji hums, voice low and hoarse. he puffs another cloud of smoke the other way. at least he’s respectful enough not to blow it in your face.

neither of you utter a word after that.

you look down at the city below. everyone is going on about their day, the people none the wiser of what is occuring at your little apartment. the conflicting feelings are fighting a losing battle in your head. as much as you dislike the various things toji does, you feel yourself strangely attached to him. even more so after you shared an intimate night together.

but then again, you know yourself, sometimes you make bad decisions in life. like the exes you chose to have in the past—all of whom were quite toxic in a way. some were way too old for a university student like you.

yet you stayed. you stayed because you needed the validation. the affection of an older man. perhaps that would fill up the gap left in your heart, formed by the absence of a father figure. it’s something you can't escape. which lands you in situations like these.

it would explain why you’re attracted to the man standing next to you. he’s an asshole of a roommate that frustrates you—not paying his half of the rent in time, coming home late which wakes you up from your much needed sleep, leaving his things scattered around the apartment, sometimes bringing women home to drain the money from them.

though, toji also got aspects about him that you appreciate in silence. like when he teases you when you're not feeling well, which helps you take your mind off whatever is bothering you and eventually leads to you venting to him. he actually listens and gives you reasonable advice.

well, when it’s people bothering you, he always urges you to tell them their names so he can 'handle it' for you. you decline the offer, but having someone who would protect you when it comes it, is quite reassuring.

or when you’re outside together and a man creeps you out, toji is the first one to make the guy flee by just his intimidating presence that looms over you like a watch dog.

one thing you also appreciate is when your roommate almost always comes home with something for you. he doesn’t give it to you personally, but he leaves it in places you can find. it ranges from food to souvenirs and pieces of decor you like.

you didn’t realise you had been faintly smiling this entire time. you snap out of your endless thoughts about the older man besides you. only then do you notice how close you are to toji. how close your bodies had suddenly got.

you must have subconsciously scooted closer to him while lost in your train of thoughts. your body seeks his warmth, his comforting presence, even if your consciousness tries to refuse it.

your arm is pressed against toji’s and you’re close to enough to smell him. his natural body scent mixed with his cologne and the lingering tobacco. you don’t flinch away when you’re aware of the proximity. instead, you allow yourself to enjoy the moment.

you lean your head against his bicep, closing your eyes. toji doesn’t move away either and you take that as a sign that it’s fine; that it’s okay to be vulnerable. he won’t take advantage of that, right?

in the meanwhile, the dark-haired man is feelings things he swore he would never feel for anyone ever again. that damn warmth in his chest as he looks down at you, an unfamiliar yet also nostalgic look in his eyes.

toji can guess why you’re still tolerating him, even when he does things others would have kicked him out for long time ago. he knows of your past—you’ve opened up about that to him when you were overly emotional. your exes, your absent dad, the attachment issues you’re struggling with. it’s also visible in your behavior.

the older man sighs. as much as he wants to be there for you, attachment is a foreign aspect for him. in his mind, showing any affection will cause damage on the long run for both him and you.

“i’m a bad guy, sweetheart,” toji starts before stubbing out the cigarette and throwing it on an ash tray near the small table on the side. despite his words, his voice is slightly softer than usual. “y’ really don't wanna get all chummy with a man like me.”

‘for your own sake,’ he wants to add, but refrains from it. he doesn’t want the conversation to turn too deep, too sentimental. he can’t really deal with that stuff.

you chuckle dryly at his last comment. on one hand, it’s the truth. you don’t even know what the man does for work, if he even works, why he comes home late at night, why he sometimes leaves for a few days only to return sweaty and tired. toji’s a total mystery.

but on the other hand, you’re attracted to the moments you spend together. the aspects of his life and personality that he allows you to see. the specks of the goodness inside of him that only you get to witness in the space of your shared apartment.

“don't care,” you eventually form a reply. your eyes dart up to look at toji, subtly grinning at him as you half attempt to make a joke, “am not exactly a ‘good girl’ either.”

toji’s head falls back as he barks out a harsh laugh. ‘you? not a good girl?’ he thinks. you’re the example of the nicest and also most naive woman he’s ever met.

the tension between you two fades away after that. before he can stop himself, the older man finds himself reaching out to wrap an arm around your shoulders. he brings you closer to him, his warm palm resting firmly on your upper back.

you freeze for a second, unsure where the sudden gesture came from, but you don’t complain. you laugh softly with him and rest your head against his bare chest. your heart is beating fast and you swear that his is doing the same, though not as noticeable.

“keheh. nah, y’re not ‘bad’,” toji shakes his head. his veiny hand comes up to ruffle your hair in a surprisingly affectionate yet awkward pat. he looks down at the top of your head and finds himself letting his guard down. his voice is a low rumble, “compared to me y’re a damn saint, believe me.”

you’re caught off guard by the headpat, again. your heart jumps to your throat at the touch and you bet he doesn’t even realise the effect it has on your body. or maybe he does.

a smile tugs at your lips. you’re fine with this—your earlier irritation completely forgotten. you don’t care about the money when he can repay you with irreplaceable moments like these. instants where you feel almost . . . loved.

toji can’t deny the surge of emotions bubbling up in his chest at the sight of your content self. he covers it up with a cough, but he’s still thinking about the possibility. the possibility of him falling in love again.

he cannot.

his rational mind tells him no. that with the dangerous life he’s leading behind your back, he’ll only harm you if you’re involved in it. he can’t risk endangering a young woman like you who’s got her whole life ahead of her.

but it feels good, to feel alive again after all this time of being alone.

“alright, let’s quit all this cheesy stuff,” toji rolls his eyes before flicking your forehead. you whine in response and rub the stinging skin, giving him a weak shove in response.

the older man grins as the grumpiness returns to your face. cute, he thinks to himself, wanting to elicit a familiar reaction from you. he pokes your sides a few times until you’re squirming and squealing.

“hey! quit that!” you huff, swatting his hands away the best you can as you run back inside the apartment—a desperate attempt to escape. you call out to him once you’re back in his bedroom, “you’re still an asshole!”

toji watches you go and exhales through his nose. your final comment causes the scarred side of his lip to curl up into a smirk. he knows you can’t be mad at him for long and he can’t wait to tease you again when he catches up to you.

he lazily walks back inside after a bit, closing and locking the balcony door. the same thought crosses his mind again when toji stares at you as you slip out of his room; maybe it’s worth giving love a chance again. just maybe.

toji hopes that things end up well. that life will not use you - the only person he’s slowly letting himself be vulnerable with - to teach him another lesson.

little did he know that mercy does not exist in the lives of people like him.

[shrimpy-kitsune]

This is part 3, but there are links for parts 1 & 2. Soooo good! 🔥🔥🔥🫦🫦🫦

╰┈➤ It’s Halloween night at the Crown caste, and you’re looking for some fun.

- William, Harrison, Liam, Elbert, Alfons, Jude, Ellis, Roger, Victor, Ring, Nica, Darius x f!reader

[ ◄ PART 1 ] - [ ◄ PART 2 ] - ◉ PART 3

• rating: 🔞 E (MDNI) • tags: Monsterfucking; Human/Monster; Mythical Beings & Creatures; Manipulation; Mildly Dubious Consent; Curse play; Non-Human Genitalia; Anonymous Sex; Masquerades; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Vaginal Fingering; Sirens; Water Sex; Bathtub Sex; Brainwashing; Smoking; Rough Sex; Desk Sex; Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation • wordcount:  3,261 • masterlist

a/n: I got this idea for a story that is similar to Nine Nights, but without any plot or continuity between the different parts whatsoever. Unless, of course, you want to imagine that all of these take place one after another (poor Reader)... Monsterfucking is a new territory for me, so please bear with me. Once again, I tried leaving you with enough hints about who is who and I hope you can have fun guessing them lol

Dubcon warning: The reader seeks out physical intimacy on her own from the very beginning, however, some suitors use their curses' abilities on her without her being aware of it.

NEW: I made a playlist for this fic! It consists of 12 songs, one for each scenario. Enjoy <3

VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024/ KINKTOBER DAY 31: Non-human characters/traits

❝ MONSTER VILLAINS' NIGHT. ❞ (PART 3)

IX. A sly Kitsune

"How do you move your tail like that? It's very realistic... It's wagging so cutely too…"

The fox-like man seated at the other side of the table keeps gazing lazily at you, his chin resting on his palm, as he makes a show of wagging his heavy, fluffy tail for you.

"How are you so sure that it's not real?"

Yeah, right. You'd find his teasing cute if it weren't the tenth or so time he's been answering your question with a question tonight. Each one more deceitful than the previous until you're completely confused about which parts are true and which aren't. The conversation flows easily despite that, as you find yourself stimulated by his web of lies, if anything.

With a smirk blooming on your lips, you decide to answer his riddle without words. Standing up from your seat, you walk slowly until you're behind him, and with one swift motion, you pull on his tail.

The teal-eyed stranger hisses as if he can feel actual pain from the faux appendage. He's such a good liar, a play-along comes naturally to him, it seems. You're a little bit impressed.

It begins to seem strangely exaggerated for a mere act when he looks behind his shoulder and his face is beet red when you meet his gaze. Gone is the playful glint in his eyes, and for a second, you're genuinely worried that you went too far. So you wait for him to say something, anything.

"You've got some nerve, attacking the kitsune's most sensitive spot."

You burst into laughter, barely caring about getting eyes on you from the surrounding crowd. What's more, you're absolutely triumphing on getting this sort of reaction from him - he's almost a sorry sight at the end of his wits, throwing another poor lie at you like that.

"Oh? So what's gonna happen if I keep touching it?"

You wrap your fingers more around the fluffy appendage now, the fur so thick that you can't meet your thumb with the rest of your fingers. You give it a nice stroke, bottom to top, feeling its hard center curve and resist in your hold, as if there truly is a bony spine inside. You're not sure how he's pulling it off when you can see both his hands laid out on the table now, elbows settled on the hard surface with his head drooped in between in a display of utter powerlessness.

By the time you let go and place a hand on his shoulder in concern, the expression on his face has gone through another metamorphosis. There's something animalistic to his gaze now, and it matches the speed with which he drags you out of the room and into some secluded part of the castle.

You're suddenly shoved against a cold wall, the stranger's body firmly pressed against your back as he presses his hips against yours, making you feel the arousal tenting his pants at the front.

"So kind of you to check on me after playing with me so lewdly. Did you feel sorry for me back there? It seems like you've been deceived by the kitsune."

You let out a whimper as your lust for him grows. Screw him for messing with your head like that. But mindgames aside, you know you can get a good time out of this, and you don't practically mind the ongoing roleplay, quite the contrary.

It feels like an eternity has passed before he finally aligns his cock with your dripping hole. You moan as your walls squeeze around him tightly, but he gives you no chance to get used to the delicious stretch before he pulls out of you.

"Say it. Say that you want me to fuck you."

What a tease.

"I want you …to…fuck me…" Throwing your shame out the window, it doesn't take you long before you press your hips back into his, hoping that his swollen cock will find its way inside by chance.

You feel the brush of his fluffy tail around the small of your back, the sensation unfamiliar and not unlike being teased with a feather, and it does a great job at distracting you so he can bottom out inside you in a sharp thrust.

"Ahhh!♡"

"Now then. Let's say that I have a trick up my sleeve to keep you impaled on my cock looong after you get what you want from me. Am I lying, or am I telling the truth?"

Another wag of his tail. Your mind is getting clouded by the growing pleasure, and you realize that this is your only chance to answer before you reach your orgasm.

"Nhhg- I'm rather-sceptical! Haven't you thought that you might not be my type?!"

Bold words for someone who has a cock buried to the hilt inside them currently, you know, but you can't help it. The stranger lets out a chuckle, rutting his hips against you once, and twice, and by the third time, your orgasm hits you.

"Wrong."

Something expands at the base of his cock, and a shudder runs through you. Is that... a knot? An overwhelming sense of fullness rules over your nethers, heightening the pleasure, and only then do you realize you might have truly been deceived by a kitsune.

And leaving its grip might be a little harder than you thought.

X. A bewitching Siren

As soon as you step foot out of the hall, your ears detect a melodic singing voice that is nothing like the music played at the party. Is that coming from a singer invited to perform here? Maybe that's the sound of him doing his warmup. With no set direction in mind, your feet take you closer to the source of that music, without thinking.

Through long and elaborately decorated corridors, your step speeds up, as you're eager to meet the talented individual. If he's someone famous, perhaps you'll able to get his autograph, or at least exchange a couple of words and treasure the chance meeting as a memory…

Following the voice to what looks like a regular restroom, you assume that he came here for privacy. Your excuse would be that you wanted to freshen up, yes, that sounds good. Actually, wasn't that your goal in the first place? Your head is full of excuses to follow the voice, and you understand nothing of it, but your hand is already at the doorknob.

The man you find inside, to your utter surprise, is relaxing in a bathtub. He's in costume too, much like everyone else at the party, but his puts many others to shame.

"What a beautiful tail! It reflects the light so beautifully…Oh, I'm sorry for barging in! I was looking for a restroom, and…"

"Why, thank you! Finally some company, I was starting to get lonely here."

Flip-flap. The beautiful siren's tail you just complimented is even more gorgeous when moving, the holographic properties of its scales making a beautiful rainbow pattern under the bathroom light. You're not sure why he chose something so unpractical if he's prone to getting lonely, but you give him credit for the beautiful sight he makes.

"Do you want to keep me company? I can sing for you."

"Yes, please!"

You're unsure of where that eagarness of yours comes from - wanting to spend more time with his beautiful face, or his intoxicating singing voice. But you don't let the offer slide, you'd be a fool if you did.

"Why don’t you come closer?"

Once again, your feet take you near him before your mind can command them to. Taking a seat at the edge of the bathtub, you offer the stranger a somewhat awkward smile, and he gives you one in return. His eyes are like candy, looking at you so sweetly with their magenta color as if daring you to get even closer. But you don’t get a say in that. Because he takes matters into his own hands, pulling you in by the arm until you lose your balance and fall in the tub right on top of him.

Your yelp is masked by the noisy splash of water, but you can't move an inch. The beautiful tail you admired just a while ago now turns into an immobilization tool, wrapping around your legs and pressing them tightly together. Similarly, he wraps his naked arms around your torso, fully capturing you in his grasp. He also appears to be… laughing.

"What are you squirming so much for? I thought we were going to have fun?"

"I'm just- surprised- Ahh!!"

Flipping the two of you around, you find your head dangerously close to being pushed underwater.

"Isn't it exciting to be held like that? Don't worry so much, I'm not gonna drown you! I need a pretty woman like you by my side if I want my singing performance to truly capture the romantic sound I'm trying to give it! And if we were to make love during it, that's making it even more powerful, don't you think?"

His sense of humor is strange, but you can't deny the way adrenaline heightens your need, as much as you hate the part of your brain that does that to you. He begins touching you all over with his gentle hands while humming a tune, and between desperate moans, you have another chance to admire his costume, the scales on his arms a beautiful finishing touch.

When he finally enters you, your world is spinning, and the sound of water continuously spilling over the edge of the tub sounds so distant. The man's moans are like a melody, the way he drags them out, you feel brainwashed by them almost. You'll do anything to prevent him from putting an end to that song, until you can't move a limb anymore. You just have to be careful not to completely drown in him.

XI. A cunning Devil

Wandering off on your own turns out to be rewarding as you truly manage to find another balcony that's not as crowded as the hall's main one. The crisp midnight is heavenly when you take a lungful, instantly putting you at ease. It makes you that much startled when you suddenly register someone's presence beside you. Cigarette smoke rudely enters through your nose just as you've been getting to enjoy your air filtered out from heavy perfumes. The man doesn't pay you much attention upon setting his elbows on the railing, and you can't decide if you're relieved or offended by it. The latter somewhat prevails, and you decide to break the ice after all.

"Too noisy inside, huh? It's good that we found a place to escape, haha…"

You're just a tad awkward with him, and he isn't helping much with the uninterested half-gaze he casts in your direction as he lets out a huff of smoke.

"Did ya come here hoping that I'd fool around with you?"

W-What on Earth…! Just what left him with the impression that you're-

"Take yer decision quickly. I'm almost done here."

What is he acting so full of himself for? It pisses you off, and that's no good, because you know yourself too well when being provoked.

"Fine. Let's 'fool around'. I bet you're not even that good."

The stranger takes another drag of his cigarette.

"And what do I get in return?"

The audacity!

"Excuse me? You get my body, maybe? We're BOTH in this, aren't we?"

For the first time, he turns to fully face you. You see a pair of short, pointy red horns on top of his head, and his tired eyes have a strange glint in them, making him look dangerous somehow.

"Can you repeat that for me?"

"What? I'm giving you my body."

His violet eyes flash red for a second, you swear you see them. It must be the light playing tricks on you. Not that it matters now. Not when the whole demeanor of the stranger changes in the next second, with you being whisked away in his arms and pinned against the nearby wall.

"I'm gonna treat ya to some good time, after all."

"Finally." You roll your eyes, getting used to the new arrangement as the man captures your wrists and pins them above your head. You try to initiate a kiss despite your partial immobilization, but you easily miss his lips when he lowers his head to nibble at your neck instead. The bickering must have rilled you up, because you're moaning already, despite yourself. The last thing you want is to give him the time of day and become a whimpering, moaning mess under his touch. You'll hold back as much as you can, just because. But he's making it way harder than anticipated.

Between your legs, his hand finds your dripping core easily but he's gone the second it starts feeling good. You curse him in your head, but your temper is quickly softened by the way he hoists up one of your legs on his arms and enters you. His cock feels divine, you hate to admit, as he loses no time starting to thrust away in your welcoming heat. Maybe a quick, rough fuck is exactly what you wanted. You open your eyes just so you can look at him through a layer of lustful haze. Is he enjoying this as much as you are?

The smirk on his face catches you off guard, and coupled with a rougher thrust, it becomes the reason why you reach an explosive climax so soon. He follows not long after, pulling out at the last moment and painting your abdomen with his cum.

On wobbly legs, you readjust your clothes to retrieve some decency before you return to the real world. But a hand captures your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Tsk, where do ya think yer going? Did ya forget already? Your body is mine now."

A thin red tail with a pointed tip wraps around your leg, further preventing you from making your escape. You hear your own heart pound in your chest, and you realize that you might have just made a deal with the Devil.

XII. A beguiling Death

"Awww, I hate this part so much! Seeing the hall get emptier and emptier as the small hours roll in…" You giggle a little at Victor's woes. The social butterfly he is, it only makes sense that he feels that way, on top of him being the party's host. You've chosen his company for a large chunk of the evening, yet you still feel as if you barely spent time with him. He's been excusing himself times and times again, talking with guests, managing the event, making sure that everyone's having fun. All of which, of course, includes you, and you're thankful for that, making sure to remind him what a good time you're having every chance you get. "But Victor, isn't it nice? You'll get to relax at long last! You must be tired." Victor looks at you, a mysterious little smile on his face. For someone who smiles so often, you pride yourself in recognizing the different meanings behind the curling of his lips, but that one in particular worries you. "Are you sure you're not having malicious intent when you're saying that? Something like wanting me all for yourself when the guests leave? Ahahaha!" The laughter doesn't make it any less obscene, what he's suggesting. You feign shock as you gaze away from him. "I never said that!" "Naughty girl, what did you think? I meant it with utmost innocence! We could help ourselves to some sinfully sweet leftovers once anyone leaves, for starters!" Oh! Okay, he caught you there. You both laugh, holding each other's gaze. His idea doesn't sound all too bad. You tell him you'll be waiting in his office, with a wink. He nods and stands to his feet, preparing to see the last of the guests out.

*** "Victor, you're still wearing your costume!" You don't have to wait long for him. Your arms are open and welcoming as soon as he enters the office, and he gives you a warm hug without saying anything. His long, black robes give him an interesting aura. His choice of costume frankly surprised you. For someone as eccentric as him, you were ready to bet he'd pick something flashy and colorful, but no. Tonight, he's Death. Your best guess is that he played along with the Grim Reaper nickname, living up to it at least in appearance. His hug gets… handsy. You're being pushed back until your rear bumps into the edge of his desk, and you've no choice but to sit on it. His tongue enters your mouth as his hands never stop wandering on your body, squeezing there and there and feeling you up. "Little Robin." "Hmm?" You barely have the brains left to answer him, just from a few kisses. You want him, now. You hope whatever he wants to talk about right now is directly related to him putting his cock inside you. "What would you do if Death wants to claim you right this instant?" Yes. Gods, yes. "I will simply accept my fate." "Hoooh? Aren't you a good girl!" Victor's long fingers worm their way under layers of clothing until you feel their coldness on your most burning parts. He's inside your panties now, and the way he loses no time slipping two of his digits inside you is making you practically melt. "Ahhh~" He shows no mercy, fingering you at a steady pace from the get-go. You don't hold back either, ready to give him everything you've got. Letting go, you're inevitably pushed over the edge and drenching his fingers with your cum. "And that, my dear," he whispers in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine, "Is called The Little Death." Your heart starts beating faster as you turn your head to capture Victor's gaze. There it is, this strange light in his amethyst eyes again. As if he's just beginning to have his fun with you after revealing another trick up his sleeve. Barely having time to recover, you start moaning in earnest again, as he scissors his fingers through you. Pleasure builds up, and just as you begin to get used to it, Victor changes the angle and begins hitting your sweet spot at the upper wall of your heat with the roughened pads of his fingers. "Ahh- Victor-Too much-" "Let yourself go, Little Robin. Tonight, I want to take everything you have to offer." Helplessly, you grab onto his dark robes for purchase as an unfamiliar sensation builds inside you. You let go as he tells you to, and you're granted with the obscene sound of water hitting the tiled floor of his office. "Nghh- Victor-" "Marvelous. Let's see how many more you can endure, shall we?" As more liquid escapes you, drenching him completely, you feel shameful, yet it's just so good it turns your brain to mush. You're not sure how many more little deaths Victor can pry out of your body, but you'll gladly leave yourself in his arms until the sun comes out.

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[shrimpy-kitsune]

Show me (Sylus x MC)

Summary: Sylus is driving you wild, and no matter how hard you try, nothing seems to ease the heat building inside you. After playing blackjack, you find yourself trapped in his control, where the line between teasing and desire disappears.

Character: MC x Sylus

Genre: explicit sexual content, provocative, soft

Pet names: Kitten, Sweetie, Love

Word count: 5,189 | Reading Time: 20 min |

WARNINGS: mdni, fingering, biting, masturbation

This is my first explicit story. Hope you enjoy it.

A moan felt from your lips, is feels so good. Your body is heating up, you arch your back on the bed. Your hand is buried in the sheets. It's intoxicating—his scent lingers everywhere. In the silence of your room, your sighs fill the air. You can feel how wet your are. You hear his voice in your ear, resonating like an echo throughout your body.

You need more, more then what you're feeling now. One more finger slips inside you making you moan his name. You're sweating, you ajuste your position, flipping around, burying your nose in his shirt laying on your pillow. Again. There is the sweet spot.

"Please... Sylus" Only a thread of voice comes out of you, a prayer, begging.

His hands tracing imaginary patterns across your skin, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. You hear his voice, low and seductive, in your mind, his breath hot against your skin.

"That's it, sweetheart. Take it. I want you to moan my name until you can't take it any longer."

You can imagine how he would look at you, his eyes darkened with lust, his lips curling up in a knowing smirk. You can feel his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he guides your movements. The idea of his words sends a shivers down your spine.

How would his finger feels pressing inside of you, the weight of him bearing down on you, holding your nipple? His mouth on your skin, his lips against yours, his teeth scrapping across your skin, marking you as his.

You take your vibrator between your legs, you don't need the vibration tonight, the sensation of having something hard in you is enough. You started with a slow pace but you're so wet, so hungry for him that you quickly change to violent thrust, hitting you g-spot. How would his cock feel, pulsing, twitching? God... is he also so big as your toy or more?

"Kitten" His voice would sound, guttural and rough, as he would moan your name in pleasure.

Everything tight up, your mouth goes dry, your nipple harder than ever, you feel the orgasm reach the pick and you let the pleasure wash over you in release.

"Sylus..." you whisper one more time. The toys, your hand and sheet are cover in your fluids. "Fuck..."

How many time have you fuck yourself thinking about this man? Coming undone with your hands or your vibrator, leaving a mess in your bed—and in your heart. The scent of his shirt, stolen from his closet, clings to you like a guilty pleasure, making you feel like a stalker. When did you become this needy?

You want to get closer to him, but you can’t bring yourself to take the game beyond playful flirting. Whenever it feels like too much, you deflect, change the subject, or find an excuse to pull away. But it’s getting harder to resist. Night after night, he’s all you can think about.

You search for your panties, tossed somewhere on the bed in the haze of release. Still catching your breath, you rise and head to the bathroom, half-naked, to clean up the mess.

You step into the shower, hoping the warm water will help you settle down. The steam wraps around you as you stand under the stream, letting it run over your skin. Your body wants more. It craves something real, something that no amount of teasing thoughts or fantasies can satisfy. You lean your forehead against the cool tiles, trying to clear your mind, but it’s useless. Every time you close your eyes, it’s him—his voice, his touch, the way he’d look at you just before… You swallow hard, shaking your head, but the heat rising in your chest doesn’t fade.

Your body feels restless, it’s begging for more, and nothing you do is enough. The ache is real, almost frustrating. You feel ridiculous, standing here, wanting him like this, but the thought of him is all you can hold onto. And it’s driving you crazy.

The worst part? You’re staying at his place. Not just any place—his place. And you didn’t even have the decency to keep your restless thoughts in check. Instead, you gave in, right here in the guest room. You brought the vibrator just in case, but you didn't think you were going to use it.

Now, standing in the shower, the reality of what you’ve done crashes over you. The thought of being just a few doors away from him while you… God, what if he knew? What if he heard? You feel a flush creep up your neck, but it’s not from the hot water

What have I done? He would never come into my room without asking permission, would he?

No. Sylus was many things, but someone who crossed boundaries without permission? That... yeah, it his style. But still… you can’t shake the nagging doubt.

The image of his smirk flashes in your mind, and your stomach twists. If he knew, he wouldn’t just ignore it—he’d use it against you. Not cruelly, but in that way he has, turning everything into a game, making you stumble just to see if you’ll catch yourself.

You press your hands to your face, letting the water run over your fingertips. Stop overthinking. But it’s impossible when you’re in his space, surrounded by his presence, his scent, his everything.

You step out of the shower, the steam clinging to your skin as you wrap yourself in a towel. Padding softly to your bag, you pull out a fresh pair of everything—underwear, shorts, a loose t-shirt—and slip them on, the cool fabric a small comfort against your overheated thoughts.

The evidence of your restless night—the shirt you shamelessly swiped from his closet and the vibrator you couldn’t resist using—gets shoved deep into your bag. Out of sight, out of mind... or so you tell yourself.

You glance at the clock: 3 a.m. Perfect. Just enough time to stew in your self-inflicted insomnia.

Climbing back into bed, the sheets feel colder, the silence louder. Your mind refuses to settle, replaying every moment, every sound from earlier. You shift restlessly, willing sleep to take over, but it’s no use. Now you’re stuck, wide awake, staring at the ceiling and thinking of him. Of course.

You toss and turn, the sheets twisting uncomfortably around you. Frustration bubbles up as sleep evades you entirely. With a sigh, you sit up, grab a sweater from the back of a chair, and pull it on.

The house is creepily silent, the kind of quiet that feels heavy, pressing against your ears. You pause for a moment, listening for any signs of life. Has Sylus left? Is he in his room? You don’t hear a thing, and it doesn’t matter. Right now, you just need a breath of fresh air to clear your restless mind.

You wander aimlessly through the quiet hallways, the cool floor beneath your bare feet grounding you slightly. The thought of stepping outside without shoes makes you hesitate, so you continue pacing, hoping to find some semblance of calm.

The silence wraps around you like a blanket, but it’s quickly broken by a faint fluttering sound behind you. You freeze mid-step, a familiar presence prickling at the edge of your senses.

Not even two minutes have passed, and the crow is already following you. You turn your head slightly, catching the unmistakable glint of black feathers in the dim light. The bird perches silently on your shoulder.

"Really?" you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms. "Can’t a girl have a moment alone?"

Mephisto caw, of course, but you swear its head tilts just slightly, as if mocking your question.

"Fine..." You continue your way down the hall, the sense of restlessness grows within you, pushing you toward the one place that always offers some semblance of peace: the music room.

You reach the door, its heavy wood standing like a barrier between the silence of the house and the world you’re trying to escape. You push it open, stepping inside. The air is thick with the smell of aged wood and leather. The room feels different from the rest of the mansion—more alive, somehow. It’s Sylus’s private music library, a sanctuary filled with vintage records, all arranged with meticulous care.

The world slows down here, and you can breathe without the weight of questions pressing on your chest. You move closer to the shelves, your fingers grazing the edges of the records. Maybe you can find something to ease the tension, something to distract you from the chaos inside your heart.

Mephisto has perched himself on the arm of the chair nearby, you pull a record off the shelf at random. The cover is pretty without thinking too much, you slip the record onto the turntable, setting the needle in place. The faint crackle of the vinyl fills the air before smooth, cozy jazz begins to play, its mellow tones weaving a subtle warmth around the room. The sound wraps around you like a gentle hug.

You sink into the sofa, letting the smooth jazz fill the room and take the edge off your restless thoughts. The soft rhythm seeps into your chest, steady and comforting, grounding you in the moment. The warm glow of the room feels smaller, cozier, like a little bubble away from the world. For a second, it works. For a second, you let yourself breathe. But then your mind wanders, and the peace slips through your fingers.

How may moments you had with Sylus, where the tension between was unbearable? His finger moving softly under your chin forcing you to meet that piercing gaze of his. The other hand moving from your hip to your back.

The memory is enough to send a shiver through you, the same tightness blooming in your chest, the heat rising again. You whisper his name into the quiet, barely a sound, but it still feels too loud. Curling up on the couch, you press your knees to your chest, as if it’ll somehow contain the ache that’s spreading through you.

"I hope my name is the only one you pronounce like that, kitten."

You freeze at the sound of his voice, low and teasing, cutting through the music like a blade. Slowly, you look up, your pulse hammering in your chest. Sylus leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his smirk sharper than ever. You sit up.

You feel your face heat up instantly. How long had he been standing there?

"I didn’t—" you start, but the words falter. What could you even say? Deny it? Explain it away?

Sylus steps into the room, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. "Relax," he says, his tone light but laced with that unmistakable edge. "I don’t mind being in your little head... especially if I’m keeping you awake."

Your heart skips as he stops a few steps away, looking down at you with that infuriating, unreadable expression.

"I... wasn't thinking about you" you mumble, your voice barely audible over the music.

"If you say so" he replies, his smirk deepening as he tilts his head.

Sylus closes the distance between you. He stops in front of you, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. The touch is light, almost gentle, but it sends a jolt through your entire body.

"You look awfully tense," he murmurs, his voice dipping into a velvety softness. His fingers trail down, tracing the line of your jaw before lifting your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

The intensity in his gaze steals your breath, every teasing word now layered with something much heavier, much darker. He leans down, close enough that you can feel the faint warmth of his breath against your lips.

"Tell me, kitten," he whispers, his tone impossibly smooth, "what exactly were you thinking about when you said my name like that?"

Your heart pounds so hard you’re sure he can hear it. His other hand moves, settling on the armrest of the couch, caging you in without ever touching you fully. The air between you is thick, charged with an electric tension that has you struggling to find your voice.

"I..." The words catch in your throat. Sylus doesn’t wait. His lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk.

"How about we play a little game?" he says, sitting down next to you.

You look at him, confused. "If you win, you can ask me to do whatever you want..."

A shiver runs down your spine. Your mind wanders to what that "whatever" could mean, and the thought of his lips on yours or his hands roaming your body makes your cheeks flush and you panties wet. Fuck. Playing games with Sylus is dangerous. It’s like making a deal with the devil. He looks at you intently, his gaze unwavering, and you swallow hard. Curiosity killed the cat, but despite knowing better, you ask anyway.

"What if I lose?"

Sylus chuckles softly, his voice laced with amusement.

"Then you do whatever I want, sweetie" he replies, his smirk widening. You tense for a moment. "Like going to bed so you can finally get some sleep." Your eyes dart around the room, trying to decide if this is a good idea.

"What game?" you ask finally, your curiosity winning out.

"I let you choose" he says, his tone casual but his expression far from innocent. It doesn’t guarantee victory, but at least it’s a starting point.

"And...?"

"Deal"

Well, you just sold your soul. Now you need to pick something that gives you even a shred of a chance. Sylus is good at nearly everything. You don't feel like playing Kitty Cards right now. You sigh, racking your brain for options. Luck might be your best bet. If you can’t outskill him, maybe you can outplay him. You need to play dirty at this, if you want to win.

"Black Jack" you declare, a sly smile forming on your lips.

Sylus raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your choice.

"As you wish," he says smoothly. Then, with an almost imperceptible glint in his eye, he adds, "I’ll call Luke and Kieran to deal for us."

It doesn’t take long before the table is set and the twins are in position, ready to play their role. Sylus, ever the gentleman when it suits him, guides you to your seat with a hand resting lightly on the small of your back.

You glance nervously at the cards and then at Sylus, who’s already settled in across from you, exuding his usual confidence. His eyes meet yours, and that devilish smirk reappears. "Ready, sweetie? Or are you already regretting this?"

"I've been born ready" you declare, exuding confidence as you sit down.

The rules are set: five rounds, with three wins needed to claim the prize. It feels fair, or at least as fair as any deal with Sylus could be.

The game begins, and each round feels like an eternity. Cards are dealt, your mind races, and every decision is accompanied by a bead of sweat forming on your forehead. Sylus, of course, looks completely unbothered, his smirk never faltering.

Despite your efforts—despite every ounce of strategy, luck, and sheer will—you lose.

Sylus leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression smug. "Well, kitten, I think we both know what that means."

As Sylus looks at the twins, they vanish without a word, leaving the room in eerie silence. He strides over to you with purpose, and before you can react, his hand grabs your arm.

"Wait—" you start, but the protest dies in your throat as Sylus effortlessly hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You squirming against his hold.

He laughs, the sound deep and infuriatingly smug. He carries you through the halls, ignoring your attempts to wriggle free, until he reaches his room. The door shuts behind him with a soft click locking the room, he sets you down gently in the center of his bed.

"What are you doing?" you ask, your voice shaky. Sylus smirks as he steps back, his hands moving to his shirt.

"It is not obvious? Claiming my prize" Your eyes widen as he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. No matter how many times you've seen them, the sight still makes your brain short-circuit. You try to look away, your face heating. A moment later, the bed shifts as Sylus lies down beside you. You turn onto your side, giving him your back, putting distance. You can´t look at him, not right now, when you feel that your whole body is burning in desire.

"Why are you hiding, kitten?"

"I- I'm not" you stammer, your voice betraying you. Sylus chuckles, pulling you closer until your back is pressed against his chest. His arms wrap around you, strong and secure, and he buries his nose in the curve of your neck.

"Yes, you are" he murmurs, his voice vibrating through you.

You swallow hard, your pulse thundering in your ears. "J-Just tell me what I need to do," you manage, barely above a whisper.

"I want you to show me something" Sylus says, his voice low and dripping with intent.

You blink, confused, your mind racing to catch up. But before you can ask what he means, you feel it—his nose brushing along, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin. Then comes the slow, deliberate drag of his tongue, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I think" his tone laced with amusement and far darker, "a naughty kitten was calling for me during her... private session."

His words are a sharp contrast to the gentle press of his lips against your pulse, and it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. Your entire body tenses, heat flooding your face as realization slams into you like a tidal wave. Oh god! He heard you. Of course, he did. You made a terrible mistake, letting yourself get lost in your desires, thinking you were alone.

"I don’t know what you mean" you stammer, your voice shaky, unconvincing even to your own ears.

Sylus laughs softly, the sound more dangerous than comforting. "You don’t? Maybe I can help you replay how you sounded..."

Before you can respond, his teeth graze your neck, sharp and deliberate, before biting down just enough to make you gasp. The sharp sensation sparks through your body, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. Trapped in his hold, you feel completely at his mercy, and yet, every nerve in your body screams for more.

Sylus hums against your neck, the sound deep, amused, and entirely unhurried. "It’s still not enough" he murmured, his tone wickedly smooth, as if coaxing a confession from you.

You squirm in his grip. His teeth scrape against your skin, his grip tightening around you just enough to make your breath hitch. Your body betrays you, responding to the intoxicating mix of dominance and teasing. Before you can stop it, a small, high whimper escapes your lips.

Sylus stills for a moment, and then you feel his smirk against your neck. "There it is" he says softly, the satisfaction in his voice unmistakable. "Now... a deal is a deal. Show me what were you doing earlier." He press himself against you, you feel it. That's definitely not his phone.

Your face burns as you twist to look at him. "Were you spying on me?"

His smirk deepens, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh no, kitten. I’d never do such a thing." He leans closer. "I just wanted to make sure you were asleep and... I heard it through the door."

"How?" you demand, your embarrassment threatening to consume you.

He grins, sharp and taunting. "I have good hearing." he says, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Sylus shifts with deliberate ease, he maneuvers you onto your back, his body following closely. His arms cage you in, his legs bracketing yours, trapping you beneath him. Your jaw tightens as you glare at him, but it only seems to amuse him more. Sylus tilts his head, studying you like a predator does its prey.

"Don’t look so embarrassed" he says, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "You sounded... exquisite." You cover your face with your hands, groaning.

Sylus chuckles, his hand sliding down your arm to gently pull your hands away. His grip is firm but not forceful, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he brings your face back into view. He counters smoothly, leaning in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Now, kitten... show me." He nips lightly at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His other hand slides up your leg.

You mind is spinning, you've been wanting this for a long time, every night, every day you spend with him. And now that he's noticed you, that he's created the perfect scenario. You click your tongue, frustrated with yourself, hating the cowardice you feel.

"I'll... do it" Sylus moves away, he looks a bit surprised over the words, but then his smiles returns and his expression change to a mix lust and possessiveness.

"Mmm, good girl," he purrs. He kneels back, giving you space.

You move to the top of the bed, positioning yourself against the pillows, your body halfway between sitting and lying down. Sylus watches your every move intently. His eyes follow the curve of your body, taking in the sight of you slowly, unhurriedly, getting comfortable.

Your hands disappear beneath the waistband of your shorts, out of his view, you fix your eyes on him, meeting his gaze, your own filled with a mixture of nervousness and desire. He watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your face as your hand moves slowly. You never thought your first time with him would be like this—a voyeuristic experience. This wasn’t just about him seeing you—it was about you letting him see. And the power in that, the sheer intimacy of it, made your pulse race even faster.

Fuck it! I'm giving him the show of his life.

His breathing is heavier, deeper, as he watches your facial expressions, as he sees the pleasure cross your features. You moan, your breath becoming heavier, send a jolt straight through him. His intense gaze flickers to your other hand as it disappears beneath your shirt. His lips part slightly, and though he doesn’t say a word, you know he’s imagining exactly what you’re doing. His hunger is palpable, his eyes darker, his breathing heavier, but he stays rooted in place, letting you show him everything.

You can feel the need growing within you, a burning desire that begs to be satisfied. You slide your hand down further, your finger slipping beneath the fabric of your panties seeking for relief. You're so goddamn wet. As you arch your back, your eyes closing momentarily, Sylus groans lowly. You increase the pace, your breath coming in quick, sharp gasps as you work yourself closer and closer to the edge.

As you get lost briefly in the pleasure, you forget for a moment that he is there, watching you with a hot, possessive gaze.

His body tenses and tremors as he tries to deal with the erection straining against his slacks. The sound of your whimpers is making him lose everything, he wants you, wants to touch you, to taste you, to possess you utterly. He can smell your arousal, his body coiled like a panther waiting to pounce. But he resists the urge instead, Sylus leans forward, moving slowly next to you, his face is now just a breath away from yours. His perfume surrounds you, filling your nose, you want him so bad. The desire burning in your stomach is even stronger now than it was when you were touching yourself just hours ago.

"Come for me," he whispers, his voice a low, silken murmur.

"Sylus..." You can't help but say his name. You don't want this moment to end—you don't want to come. Staying like this, feels so damn right it consumes you.

"Come for me," he repeats. "Let go... I want to see you come undone."

You're so close, so close to tipping over the edge, and he's there, waiting, watching.

"I don't know if I can..." you whine, your voice trembling with the effort of holding back.

"May I help you?" his voice low and seductive.

At this point, your body is burning with need, every nerve begging for him. You nod, unable to resist the pull anymore. Sylus tilts your chin toward him, his lips crashing onto yours in a deep, messy kiss that makes you feel dizzy with desire. A desperate moan slips from your lips as his kiss intensifies. Every movement, every brush of his tongue, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. Sylus's kiss is all-consuming. You abandon what you were doing, your hands going to his shoulders, holding on to him tightly.

He breaks the kiss, his breath hot on your skin as he moves down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

He move you effortlessly, sitting you between his legs, your back resting against his bare chest. With quick, practiced movements, he pulls down your shorts and underwear, you lift your hips slightly to help. His hand spreads your legs and you give him full access to your body.

The touch of his hands against your skin, as they run up your legs, leaves a trail of fire in its wake. He pauses, resting on your inner thighs, gently rubbing and squeezing the sensitive flesh. He kisses your shoulder after that his lips leaves open-mouthed kisses and bites on your neck.

"Sylus... please" you whine.

He groans in response, his body tensing against yours. He can feel the pleading in your voice, the need that mirrors his own. You take his hand, guiding it up to your wetness, wanting, no, needing him to touch you, to give you what you desire so badly since you know him.

"So needy, aren't we?" he growls into your ear.

He teases you, moving around your opening, his touch light and almost taunting. Then, one finger finds your warmth, and you gasp aloud at the sensation. "So ready for me" his voice low and sultry. His finger moves in a slow, circular motion, building the tension, driving you insane. You move your hips against his hand, trying to get more contact.

"You're so eager" his free hand coming up to grip your hip, holding you in place. He speeds up the motion adding pressure and friction. "I guess you can take another finger" Without waiting for an answer, a second finger is added, stretching you further and eliciting a gasp of both pain and pleasure. You let your head fall back on his shoulder. Opening more of your legs.

"D- Don't stop"

His finger curls inside you, deliberate and skilled, seeking out that sweet spot that leaves you breathless. When he finds it, a sharp wave of pleasure courses through you, stronger than anything you’d ever imagined. Your body arches involuntarily, pressing into his touch as a moan slips out of you.

"There it's" he purrs.

Each movement of his hand is precise, teasing you closer and closer to the edge without letting you fall. His thumb brushes over your clit in a perfect rhythm, amplifying the sensation until you’re gasping for air.

"Sylus..." you whimper, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the exquisite feeling of him inside you, even if it’s just his finger. You hold on to his legs, your fingers sinking into the fabric of his pants as you try to hold on.

"That's it" he murmurs, his voice thick with hunger. "Claw at me. Mark me."

When he presses against that favourite spot again, your entire body tenses, a sharp cry escaping you.

"S- Sylus... I'm... close..." your words are a pleading gasp, your body trembling as you teeter on the edge.

He smirks, his pace unwavering, his dark red eyes locked onto your face. He feels you tightening around his fingers, senses the way your body is begging for release.

"Be a good girl," he growls, low and commanding, "and come on my hand."

You can feel the pressure building within you, the tension ratcheting higher and higher. Every touch, every whisper from Sylus, fuels the fire consuming you. You're so close now, teetering on the edge, at this point you're just whimpers. His other hand slides beneath your shirt, his fingers expertly teasing and pinching your nipple, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

He whispers in your ear, his voice a low, sultry command. "Let go, love. Come for me."

Your mouth goes dry as you try to catch up your breath, every nerve of your body alight with the intensity of the moment. You can barely breathe, your chest heaving as you try to cling to some semblance of control. But his voice, paired with the relentless rhythm of his fingers and the possessive way his body surrounds yours, is too much.

A broken cry tears from your throat as the tension finally snaps. Your body shuddering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you trembling and undone. Sylus keeps his hand on you, his fingers still inside, coaxing every last ripple of your release.

When your breathing begins to steady, he finally withdraws his fingers, leaving you with a sharp pang of emptiness that only deepens the need swirling in your chest. His face is buried in your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

"That was the most fucking cute whimper I've ever heard"

Before you can even think of a reply, Sylus turns you in his grip, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss is fierce and consuming, all teeth and passion, his possessiveness pouring out in every movement. His hand tangles in your hair as he claims you completely, his body pressing into yours as if he can’t bear to be apart for even a moment.

The fabric of your shirt became a frustrating barrier to his touch, his impatient evident in the way his fingers trace along it, desperate to feel your skin "I want you" he growls into your skin, his voice rough with need.

"I think you had claim your prize already" you manage to say, voice shaky.

Sylus laughs, the sound dark and knowing. "Technically, you didn’t fulfill your part of the deal. So…" he says, the amusement clear in his tone. You feel him press his hard dick against your back, making your body heat up again. His hands tighten around your waist as he looks down at you with that trademark smirk. "...I want you instead."