#(a spicy kitten with powers)

[pharawee]

Pon Thanapon as JEFF and Sailub Hemmawich as ALAN —PIT BABE THE SERIES · Episode 3

[jinwoosungs]

02/06/25; 06:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you give them consent to make their fantasies come true with you ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: some of these were inspired by spicy fanart i’ve come across on twitter / x 🙂‍↕️

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

“care to repeat that, sweetie?” sylus’s gaze was filled with a fierce hunger he reserves only for you, hands already relinquishing its hold on the gun that he had just been polishing prior to you coming into his office.

your breathing comes out in ragged breaths, anticipation coursing through your very veins as you repeat your words to him, “i said… as a gift for you, you can do whatever you want to me.”

he stands up from his desk immediately, loosening the tie of his suit while taking quick strides towards you, “that’s what i thought, kitten.”

he takes a hold of your chin, pressing a searing kiss against your lips. as he could feel you melting into him, sylus slides his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him before carrying you towards the settee in his office.

he continues kissing you deeply, hands gripping at the front of your blouse before tearing the flimsy fabric off of you. you were about to whine about the loss of your favorite blouse, only to have your words swallowed by yet another searing kiss when sylus delves his large hands into the waistband of your skirt. your breathing hitches when you felt his fingertips linger against your clothed center, setting aside your panties to push a thick finger into your heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you cry out to the onychinus leader, your nails digging into the sofa’s armrest as the squelching sounds of your walls eagerly taking in sylus’s fingers echo throughout the office.

“hn, you’re already so wet for me, kitten. tell me, do you want it?”

you end up moving your cunt up and down his hand, giving him eager nods while begging him to fill you up with his cock. needing no further urging from you, sylus removes his thick fingers from your slick folds. you whimper at the sudden loss of him, however, you did not wait for long when you heard the sounds of shifting fabric before the tip of sylus’s cock was felt at your entrance.

with his powerful grip felt at your waist, sylus pulls you into his lap while sheathing himself inside of your slick walls in one, swift thrust. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, simply bouncing you up and down his cock with a smug grin on his face. as he works on using your cunt as his personal toy, you felt him lean in to whisper in your ear, “you know, i didn’t lock my office door. so anyone can barge in at any moment now, bearing witness to how you’re practically drooling on my cock.”

embarrassingly enough, sylus’s words succeed in making your walls clench further with need for him, doing your best to bite back your moans as you continued to bounce yourself on his cock with fervor.

zayne was in a middle of a conference call when you bounced yourself up and down his aching cock.

when you told zayne that you didn’t mind making his fantasies come true-

you were not expecting the professional doctor of akso hospital to go this far.

on the speaker of zayne’s office phone was a male colleague, giving a lecture about the new medications that just released for the treatment of heart failure. as his voice droned on and on, you forced yourself to keep your moans and soft mewls to a minimum, riding zayne with an eagerness you had never felt before.

this was such a new side to him, one that you hadn’t seen before. each time your moans got a little too loud, zayne would send a harsh smack! against your backside, giving you a look of disapproval while slowly attempting to remove his erection from your slick walls.

each time he tries to pull away from you, you would shake your head, your eyes pleading at him to give you another chance. zayne would frown at you, placing a single finger against his lips before slamming you back down on his cock. while zayne remained utterly unfazed, you nearly cried out at the sudden sensation, forcing yourself to remain quiet before continuing to ride him.

and even when you felt the embarrassment of potentially being heard on the other line, you couldn’t deny how hot zayne looked at the moment. his glasses were askew while his hair remained a mess from the sheer amount of times you had run your fingers through them. and despite his prior harshness to you, it was obvious that not even he could hold back his expression of pleasure, pursing his lips while he lay back in his seat, simply basking in the feel of your walls surrounding him as the lecture went on.

you swallow thickly when xavier’s eyes darkened after you told him he could do whatever he wanted to you tonight-

forcing you to take a step back when xavier pounces on you, hovering over you in bed as he picks up your hand to place a kiss at the back of them. “then forgive me, my starlight, since i won’t be so gentle with you anymore.”

giving him one last nod of consent, you gasp when xavier surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hands grip at your shirt, taking off your clothes in a rush as he left you utterly bare for him. his darkened gaze filled with lust was all you could see when he pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his erection before placing the tip of it on your lips.

“make me feel good.” xavier’s demand only serves to make the ache much more prominent between your legs, and you followed his command by leaning forward, allowing his cock to rest against your tongue for a brief moment before taking him in.

you move your head back and forth at a steady pace, basking in xavier’s grunts and moans of your name. while his hand was felt gripping at your head, you felt him ram his cock in and out of your mouth, setting a desperate pace that had you seeing stars. as you worked on lubricating his shaft with your saliva, you felt the familiar twitch inside of your mouth, all too ready to swallow what he had to offer when xavier pulls away from the confines of your mouth with a single pop!

“that’s enough…” he manages to stop himself from cumming in your mouth, hands now spreading your legs before settling himself between them. your breathing hitches when you felt his cock tracing at your folds for a brief moment before completely sheathing himself inside of you, making you cry out to him as he began to pump his cock within your heat, never once stopping until he was satisfied.

rafayel was all too eager to make his greatest fantasies come true with you, allowing you to step into his art studio as he haughtily demanded that you strip yourself of all your clothes.

“rafe, you want me to do what?”

“i think you heard me loud and clear, princess. i want you to take off every piece of clothing that you have, remain bare for me before settling yourself on my couch.”

with a sigh, you ran a hand across your hair before giving him a nod. you slowly take off your clothes, tossing them to the corner of rafayel’s studio. with each piece of fabric you had taken off, you felt the lemurian’s heated gaze on you, never once looking away as you felt the heat blossoming beneath your skin.

when you were finally left bare for him, rafayel takes a moment to admire your form, shaking his head while calling himself a lucky bastard. he gestures at you to lay back on the couch, “relax and look languid for me, princess.”

swallowing thickly, you give him a stiff nod before laying back on the couch, your arms spread comfortably across the pillows while feeling the cold air touching your breasts as it causes your nipples to harden in response. “perfect.” rafayel’s voice takes on a deeper tone when he grabs his sketchbook and charcoal, working on sketching your likeness.

a few minutes pass, and you could already detect the effect you were having on rafayel, seeing the noticeable tent against the front of his pants. the sight of his erection straining through his clothes makes your mouth water as a whimper escapes from your parted lips.

“rafayel… please. don’t make me wait for you any longer... i-i need you.”

his dilated eyes meet your gaze, and he could see the moisture pooling within your pretty little flower, seeing it clench with need for him. letting out a grunt of your name, rafayel tosses aside his sketchbook, taking quick strides towards you when he leans down to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

just mere moments later, rafayel takes off the rest of his clothes before putting you in a mating press, allowing your legs to rest against his slender shoulders as he kept pounding his cock into you over and over again, the sounds of your walls eagerly taking him in reverberating throughout the studio as you succumbed to the pleasure he was giving you.

the moment you told your boyfriend he could do whatever he wanted to you within the comfort of your bed-

caleb wasted no time when he sheds off your clothes, leaving you naked for his eyes alone. a flash of satisfaction was seen in his gaze before he presses your naked body against the top of the mattress. you were given little time to react, head spinning slightly as you became achingly aware of the sounds of caleb hurriedly taking off the rest of his clothes, the sounds of shifting fabrics as he tosses them aside to the corner of the room.

you hear his heavy breathing and attempt to look back at him, only to feel his large hand pressing down against the small of your back. “not so fast, pipsqueak. you are going to remain in this position until i tell you to move.”

a shiver was felt running down your spine at the sound of the possessive edge in his voice. not wishing to upset him, you remain obedient, pressing the front of your body against the bed while resting your cheek against your comforter.

you wait with bated breath for his next move, suddenly feeling caleb’s heavy body pressing down on your back. his breathing was hot and heavy against your ears, feeling his teeth lightly biting down on your earlobe. you shiver at the sudden sensation, letting out a soft moan when you felt caleb spread your legs further for him, his cock brushing against your cunt from the back before completely sheathing himself within your heat.

his powerful biceps comes around your neck just then, keeping you in a headlock while he kept pounding himself in and out of you. the sensation of lightly being choked by him along with the thick feel of his cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace makes you see stars. you were certain that your eyes had hearts in them with how good your colonel was making you feel.

feeling the way your walls clenched oh so sweetly around his cock, caleb lets out an amused chuckle. tightening his biceps around your head while giving your hair a kiss, he whispers hedonistic praises to you in hopes of making you fall apart for him. “that’s my good girl, taking me in so well. i promise i’ll take you to heaven soon, baby.”

end notes: just another thirsty daydream to celebrate 2k followers (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Hazbin Hotel Headcanons 🔥😈🏨💞

All your favorite male Hazbin Hotel Characters in a list of x Reader headcanons!

WARNING: Not safe for work content below. Mind the tags!

Lucifer 🪽

• Our sweet baby angel loves taking you on rides via his wings, of course he makes sure to hold you tight the whole time so you don’t fall

• Sometimes he lets you wear his top hat ❤️

• When he wants attention, he might shapeshift into different animals for you (ex. a kitten, dog, duck)

• A big love language for Lucifer is gift-giving: namely, rubber ducks and flowers

• Oh, yeah, he’s a bottom. It’s not hard to picture those eyes looking up at you pleadingly with tears in them, begging you to take care of him…

Adam 🎸

• Crazy first-man boyfriend. Plays his guitar for you. (Might even let you play it)

• Doesn’t settle for other men eyeing you- will chase them away with a big angry scowl or extreme aggressive humor

• Eats. A LOT. Won’t make food for you though, will appreciate it if you cook for him

• Adam’s love language is mainly flirting, serves you up all the suggestive shit you could ever want

• Rough whenever you’re having sex, will never take no for an answer when he’s particularly horny

Vox 🎤

• Charming, charismatic, flirtatious AF

• Although Vox doesn’t have true lips, kissing him is rather warm and comforting

• Has tried to hypnotize you into falling in love with him on multiple occasions, it didn’t work but you did ask him out by yourself eventually

• Main love language is physical touch and touching your cheek, holding your hand, and hands roaming up your body

• Display sex is an obsession of Vox’s; will display you on TV, in front of windows, or generally anywhere in public whenever he gets the chance

Sir Pentious 🐍

• This snake demon is a bit shy at first, and will need a bit of warming up to get to know you

• Ah, yes, attention and cuddling is a must for Sir Pentious who adores it when you so much as look at him

• Shows you his inventions and things he makes, a few he builds especially with you in mind 🔧

• Words of affirmation and gift-giving should fit the picture

• Have you forgotten? Our serpent boy has two d*cks. TWO. Yes please

Alastor 📻

• Gettin’ spicy out here 🔥 The deer gives and takes whatever he wants, no more, no less

• He definitely knows what he wants from the start- He’s quick to win you over and take you for himself

• The Radio Demon may be creepy, but those creepy powers come in handy when protecting you and keeping you safe from anyone who comes close to you 🌹

• I personally believe acts of service is Alastor’s love language. Solely lending you a helping hand and leaving small details around to let you know his affections for you

• Uses his tentacles during sex, to hold you down as well as explore that beautiful pussy of yours

Husk/Husker 🐈‍⬛

• He seems nonchalant towards you. But this isn’t true. Husk’s feelings come in small packages, coming out slowly while you spend time with him by the bar at night

• You’ll start to notice small changes in his behavior as he grows more comfortable with you, including small smiles, gestures, and free drinks 🍺

• Hugs you with his wings. They’re very soft

• Husk has gentle and subtle love languages, acts of service mainly, just to see that smile on your face

• He purrs while fucking or kissing you. Prove me wrong

Angel Dust 🕷️

• Believe me when I say this man loves you to death, which he does

• Constantly telling you how beautiful/handsome you look

• Might need a bit of comforting during those hard days, will give you the same in return

• Flirting, flirting, more flirting, and physical touch in the mix. Once the relationship becomes more intimate, different from the ones Angel is used to, most other love languages will be present

• Ooh boy, Angel will feel you up any chance he gets and make you feel so good you can’t spell your name. He’s a pro, after all

• Bonus: Angel Dust (a.k.a Anthony) enjoys sharing his New York cuisine with you! He’ll cook for you on special occasions, wearing a “💋 the Cook” apron in the meantime

Thanks for reading! Feel free to like, share, and follow! Do not copy my posts!

[sylebs]

a/n: allow me to just self-indulge, thinking about making out with sylus after a couple of drinks. as we all know, consent is so damn hot and maybe i'll indulge some more and write the spicy part another time.

word count: 1,033 (AO3 Link)

cw: mentions of alcohol, thigh-riding, drunk kisses - oh, yeah, not beta read... we die like men.

Yours and Sylus's steps were messy as hell; as messy as the kisses you two were giving to each other, hands roaming along your bodies.

Intoxicated. Not just by the drinks you two shared at that boring business gathering that Sylus couldn't blow off like he wanted to, but by each other's presence.

He could not keep his hands off you, wanting to feel every inch of your body, an annoyed groan escaping in between the heated kisses. You've lost count how many times the two of you stumbled throughout the base and how he had to trap you between his body and the wall every so often just so the two of you can catch some air before you're both kissing each other desperately once more.

His head was spinning, and so was yours, the liquor coursing through your systems only heightened the want and need the both of you had for one another. 

"Stay with me, kitten, you know I won't go any further if you're out of it before we even start." He reminded you, a gentle hand resting against your cheek that you easily nuzzled against.

You almost forget to reply, your eyes half-lidded as you gaze up at him. You nod, digits curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, "Don't... underestimate my alcohol tolerance," you mumbled, easing up on your tiptoes to capture his lips once more. 

An amused chuckle emitted from him, his arms wrapped snug around your waist as he held you close to his body, licking into your mouth with ease, eliciting a delicious moan from you. He lifted his knee up slowly, teasing you before his knee brushed against your clothed core as your dress rode up.

"So pretty, sweetie," he groaned as he eased back, watching as your hips began to roll in a smooth motion, creating that friction your body had been craving.

His hands flitted to your hips, holding onto you and guiding you as your hands rested on his shoulders. You pant as your eyes drifted down to watch your hip movements and how your body desperately needed more than what the friction gave you.

"Sylus—" You gasped and your eyes locked with his; you focused on his right eye, where he could peer into your desires. He knew what you needed and he would give it to you.

If you asked nicely of course. 

"I know your desires, kitten, but..." He paused, trailing tantalizing kisses along your neck, his heavy breath fanning against your sensitive skin, his lips brushing up to  your ear as he whispered into it. "I need to hear you say it." 

It was to gain consent from you and for him to know you truly wanted this. His eyes would gaze into yours, his fingers gently cupping your chin to tilt your gaze up to meet with his. Albeit your eyes were half-lidded, he can tell you were still there with him.

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss down to your clavicle, biting down onto it and causing your breath to catch in your throat. He guided your hips again and you grew even more desperate by the motion. The friction was good, but you always needed more. 

Greedy. You were so fucking greedy. But hey, he told you to be.

"Kitten," his tone gravely, "stay focused."

You blink a few times, as to get rid of some of the haze. Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down so that your lips would brush along the outer shell of his ear. You give it a nip then whisper into it.

"I need you, Sylus." 

Sylus closed his eyes, gripping onto your hips; whether you knew it or not, you had so much power over this powerful N109 Zone ruler and Onychinus's leader. He squeezed your hips and guided them to grind along his thigh more firmly now. 

"Again," he commanded, lifting you up as he wrapped your legs around his waist, pinning you against the wall, his hands curling around your neck, not squeezing but holding you in place. "Say it again, kitten. Just for me." 

You knew very well that Sylus loved the way you sound when you're hot and heavy for him, desperation gleaming in your eyes, your body yearning for more of his touches. And you loved to indulge him. 

"I need you," you repeated without skipping a beat, your fingers finding themselves buried in his soft silver locks, "please, Sylus..." You plead, giving his hair a brief tug.

He sucked in a breath, letting out a breathy chuckle as he pulled you away from the wall, still holding you up in his arms whilst walking into the room. 

He slid the knob of the lights up just enough to keep the room somewhat lit but dimmed, making long strides to his bed as he brought you down onto it, nearly landing on you when you pulled him down upon him easing back, making you think he would pull away. His eyes widened before they softened, the back of his fingers gently caressing your cheek. 

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetie. I promise," he dipped down to kiss you softly, his hand gliding down your thigh to the back of your knee as he cupped it, lifting it slightly as his lips brushed against the skin.

The kisses he gave you were like a stamp of his reassurance. Your hands didn't grip his shoulders or arms in fear he would leave anytime soon. Instead, they held onto him tightly, pulling him closer as if it were anymore possible than he already was. And he seemed to sense it, kissing up your thigh, moving into the inner parts as he bit into the supple flesh. 

He gazed at you for a moment, "look at me, kitten."

And you do, your chest heaving as your fingers card through his hair, your eyes locked on him. 

"Do you want it?" He asked one last time.

You shook your head and you can see the shock on his face, even more so when you pull him back up to you, whispering against his lips. 

"No, Sylus, I need it."

[loveforthefeminineenergy]

What Makes You A Powerful Enemy? - R.I.P - PAC🖤💔💘

Welcome To The Love For The Feminine 🦋

🖤Pile 1:

The Jaguar Queen!

You have so much love my lovely, you are so lovely and loving but once someone crossed you, you becoming a wild cat and all your claws are out!

You are the type of person who is not telling anything twice, once you said it's over then it's over! You are fiery and passionate! You can be a firecracker and sometimes hot-headed, but it works out for you because I am feeling you learned how to control it.

Your anger is your superpower because it's fuels you to do amazing things in your life and let me tell you if you are creative this is like a source for the masterpieces what you can create.

You are not backing down from a fight even if it's physical, at the same time you know when to stop and protect yourself. I am felling it. People are afraid of you once they crossed your path.

Powerful queen you are my lovely and a dangerous enemy! You are the most dangerous one when it comes to the expressing of it, because you are not afraid to make a scene or put someone on their place when you have to.

You can be a red head, and I am saying this with all respect here.😊

I am feeling you can be strong as well physically or working out in the gym as well. At the same time I am feeling once you let this anger out you are a cute kitten again. You are like a wild card!

You are not afraid to be unapologetic and also speaking your own truth. You can have a big mouth, which I am feeling beautiful as well. The language what you are speaking sometimes can be very direct, spicy and not lady like but you do not give a f*ck about that I am feeling it. When you need to speak you will say it and no one can stop you from it.

You are very good at working on your own and being alone as well.

Powerful energy you have! 🔥

You know who you are and if you dealt with energetic vampires in your life you are the one who is scaring them away so they will never come back and they can't because they might end up being in the hospital!

Also I am feeling you have a very fair outlook on life and you are not picking a fight just for attention or to show off! No! You are the one who is fighting for people rights and making sure that the villain getting what they deserve!

Love your attitude! Be this baddie who you are!

.............. Love For The Feminine 🦋 ..................

💔Pile 2:

You are the Orca/Killer Whale Queen!

This is powerful! You my lovely, you have a very good leadership skills and abilities, also you are very good at being the leader of your friend groups or your family or even in your workplace!

You are keeping your head cool and I am feeling you are very strategic which makes you a powerful enemy who no one should cross!

I am feeling you are very good at analysing things and seeing it from the bigger picture. Like you can read people's minds and know what will be their next move. You always one step ahead so no one can outsmart you even if they try!

If you are coming a cross with an energetic vampire you are the type of person who is befriending them. You know their weaknesses which is their fragile ego and you can nicely go along with them while they do not have a clue that you already figured them out!

I am feeling you are the type of person who once plotting a revenge you are not stopping until you did not finish that person off!

And let me tell you, you can be the one who is not getting their hands dirty at all, you just asking the right people to do this for you!

You are such a boss babe!

You can threaten someone with a smile on your face!

You have an amazing communication style and you know what to say and how!

Keep on shining! Be the baddie who you are!

.............. Love For The Feminine 🦋 ..................

💘Pile 3:

The Black Mamba Queen!

Your weapon is your silence! You are letting those people to make their own mistakes which is crossing you in any way because KARMA is your friend my lovely!

You are a powerful Witch! You have a whole spirit team behind you and they can see everything!

My lovely you are the type of person who will laugh at the last when everybody else is crying!

People might crossed you multiple times but they can never go under your skin and harm you in any way. While they think that you are becoming weaker and weaker, you are actually becoming stronger and stronger and when the time comes you strike!

You might had stories when you heard back from someone who actually hurt you and they got their karma back!

People might tend to pick a fight with you for no reason and testing your patience even but lovely you are like a calm water no one can bother your inner peace and this is what driving your enemy crazy!

Love it! You are the Unbothered Queen! Your motto is you can try but you will fail any way. You are very confident in your own power and who you are and that's why you are bullet proof my lovely!

You are always giving to people what they do not want but wish for it.

You are like a mystery box with so much tricks in your bag and magic!

Keep on shining! Be the baddie who you are!

[catiuskaa]

THIS ISN’T WHAT FRIENDS DO.

PAIRING! best friend!felix x reader

SUMMARY: you're friends- duh! best friends are close to each other, even if this could be... too close. still, no one can really blame you! that chocolate was far too good anyways.

REQUESTED! here by @lemon-va, who had a spicy kind of good idea, so, sorry it took so long, sweetness, but i hope u like it! <3

CW: convenient minsung strikes again. fluffy smut! mentions and use of aphrodisiac chocolate, use of petnames: princess, darling, pretty, oral sex (f & m rec.) + mentions of protected piv sex (as everyone should!), fluffy aftercare, and I think that's all!

WC: 3.1k

A/N! TYSM FOR THIS, COULD FINALLY FIND AN EXCUSE TO USE THEE DLC FELIX PIC, LMAO

[🔸☆🌆☆🔸]

He smells like home.

It’s the first time you find yourself reeling in the feeling of his hands, one around your waist, and how perfectly you fit cuddled against Felix’s chest, your eyes fixated on him as he focuses on the TV series you both were watching together.

You probably shouldn’t feel as giddy about it as you do. It’s definetely a more-than-friends action. And that’s not what Felix and you have.

He’s just your best friend.

He’s the type of friend that back hugs you, either if it’s because he wants a hug or because he ‘thought you looked like you needed one.’ The type of friend that has ultimately stopped using your name to talk to you, finding pet names under the rocks just to see you giggle. The type of friend that will always have a door or window open for you, having built a kind of trust that allows him to get closer and closer without any tuts, actions like tenderly wiping the excess of that brownie he gave you off the corner of your lip, tilting your chin with a soft touch of his fingers, then licking the chocolate off his thumb.

You can’t focus on the ways his eyes shine brighter, holding too many stars, having some of them pose as freckles on his skin. Can’t even start to listen to your friends or his flatmates when they start rambling about how his smile widens everytime you enter in a room, or how you’re the only one that has the power of making him pause his games, and even the online ones, which are impossible to pause, meaning he turns off league for you.

But, that just… no. You can’t allow yourself to hope so foolishly, right? It wouldn’t be fair. Not for you or him. Does that even make sense?

Before you spiral down to an unhealty amount of overthinking your feelings for him, he’s moving underneath you, his hands craddleing your face.

“You’re not paying attention, silly.” He teases with a cute grin, pausing the show. A thought flashes through your head, and you have to hold back to not wipe his smile off by planting your lips on his.

“Sorry,” you blush and smile sheepishly, but he brushes it off with another blinding smile of his, his eyes like crescent moons. “Feeling kind of sleepy,” you mumble softly.

He takes his phone from his back pocket, moving his hips with you still laying on him in a swift action that has you blushing even more. You mentally shake your head.

These thoughts needed to stop before your face reaches the the tomato-red level… meaning: now.

“It’s barely 6pm.” He’s just pointing it out, and then licking his lips, thinking about how to word what he wants to say. “You shouldn’t drive… It’s too dark. We can steal Seungmin’s pillow, cause he’s off at Hyunjin’s for tonight, and you can sleep in my room.”

Felix’s smile could make you do anything.

“Sure. That sounds nice.” You know you’re using the sleepyness to your advantage when you hide your head on the crook of his neck, moving and streching your body like a kitten, and you humm against his soft skin. “No need to steal Seungmin’s pillow. You’re my pillow now.”

And you both take it as a joke, but if he could just say that he wanted to, it would’ve never been a joke.

“C’mon, pretty.” He cutely ushers you off him, and starts heading to the kitchen, your footsteps following his, grabbing the almost-forgotten popcorn bowls, now empty.

He opens the fridge, grabbing water for the two of you as you leave the bowls in the sink. You sit on top of the counter with no thoughts behind, sipping the water calmly.

You never could’ve guessed that the silly little question that was going to come off of your lips would unexpectedly change the whole night.

A 180° spin, started by your sleepy voice pointing to a bowl with some kind of plastic paper over it.

“What’s that?” You asked softly.

Felix just shrugged, taking the bowl and quickly discarding the plastic.

“Looks like chocolate?” And he frowned, struggling to remember something. It felt important, and it kept itching the back of his mind. “I think that Minho and Han made it a bunch of hours ago.”

You smiled. “Then it must be good. Minho is one hell of a chef,” you laughed, and took a small piece from the several stack of round, coin-like bits.

Instinctively, Felix picked one too, taking a bite at the same time as you, and you both were surprised by its flavour.

“Shit, that’s better than I imagined,” you muttered, frowning at the chocolate piece in your hand, as if it could give you all the answers regarding its taste. “Didn’t expect it to be black chocolate.”

Felix snickered, picking another one. “You do look like a white chocolate enthusiast.”

You gasped, faking offense, a hand to your chest and the other in the bowl, picking another piece. “Excuse me?!” You couldn’t help but smile cheekily. “White chocolate isn’t even chocolate.”

Felix frowned in response, a goofy smile on his face. “Yes it is.” He pointed out, munching at his third or fourth piece. “That why it’s called white chocolate, baby.”

You shook your head vigorously, too invested in the silly discusion to process how that nickname made you feel. “But it doesn’t have actual chocolate on it! It’s just milk and sugar!” You argued as you munched on your sixth piece.

You were about to take another one, but his soft hand stopped you.

“Wait. How many did you take?” He shot a toothy grin at you.

You snorted.

“Shit.” You both said, sneakily smiling, almost like a pair of small children that got away with a lie.

Felix giggled with you, quickly putting back the plastic cover on the bowl and leaving it on its place. As if nothing had happen.

Little did you two know.

“I call dibs on showering first!” Felix cackled.

[🔸☆🌆☆🔸]

Different types of questions bursted in your mind. They should have been easy to answer.

Questions like why and how.

It wasn’t just something that could happen randomly. Not as intense as right now. Because your whole body was burning up like it had been lit up in fire, desperate for any kind of relief.

And so you just stood there, inside Felix’s shower, unable to get out and dress in some random pj’s he lend you because you were soaking wet.

Why were you this horny? No fucking idea.

How on Earth were you this horny? Still no fucking idea!

It could’ve been five or maybe ten minutes that you spent resting your back against the cold tiled wall in his shower, splashing cold water onto your red cheeks, hoping to cool off.

And you consider several options in that moment, only one seemingly effective: to run away, change your name and fly to Spain.

Because Felix had just knocked on the door.

“H-hey.” His tone of voice feels different. “Are you good in there?”

Felix, Felix, Felix.

You feel a pool of arousal forming in your lower belly.

You shake your head almost fiercely. What the fuck is happening? This is so weird. Could it be that you just fell asleep on Felix’s chest and this was all a really strange dream?

He knocks on the bathroom door again.

“D-darling?”

Fuck, shit, fuck.

“Yes?” You answer, a high-pitched tone that makes you cringe.

“I-I uh… I s-screwed up.”

His tone of voice feels weak and soft, almost traced with guilt.

You frown, taking the towel and surrounding your body with it, tucking it and making it stay on, like a robe.

Leaning closer to the door, you sigh softly. “What’s wrong, Lix?”

You could hear him breathing heavily behind the door. A merely two to five steps away.

“Can I… open the door?”

Your eyes widen at his words. And you know its not the most inteligent decision you could make right now, but you bite your lip and open the door.

“S-shit.” Felix mutters, his eyes glued to your body, his face and ears crimson red.

You force your eyes to look at his face, and not at the seemingly painful bulge on his pants.

“S-so…” he takes his hands to his forehead, and passes a hand through his hair. “The chocolate we had… that uh… Minho and Jisung made…”

You blink at him, trying to process his words when your dizzy and fuzzy brain is sending you other ideas.

“And I don’t know how much we actually had…” he’s stressed out, rubbing his eyes, grasping for any sort of remaining concentration that his body could have. "Normally one or two pieces could have a small effect, but still..."

“Wait. It can’t be…” you mumble, slowly arriving to a conclusion.

And then your eyes lock with his.

His pupils darken.

You wouldn’t know who got close first, but your feet step towards him like metal to a magnet.

It's only when his lips grace yours that you move apart and face down. You're flustered, you want to cry and this whole thing is a mess. But then felix gently grabs your chin. He lays his forehead on yours, before planting a loving kiss on it.

"We're gonna do something, ok?” He mutters gently, stroking your face, and your body threatens to melt under his touch. He goes inside his bathroom and picks two random scrunchies near the sink, tenderly taking your hand and settling one on your wrist. Your hands interlink, matching hairtie bands working like a highlight on this situation.

Your glazed eyes lock with his again.

"As long as this is on your wrist, there's no consequences." He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, making your body shiver. "And after this is over, we'll… go back." There's a weird shadow in his eyes when he finishes that sentence.

As if he didn't want to go back to just friends.

"Felix, I don't know if I..." You hesitate, because for god's sake, you love him. And spending the night with him would not help dimming those feelings. What if it hurt more? What if...?

"Please." He's begging, his lips barely hovering over yours, so kissable, so tempting.

And then you break.

Because for a moment you were looking at him, but now you're not... instead, you lean forward and you plant a soft kiss on his lips. And it's all you both need to unravel.

You link your arms around his head and pull him further towards you, locking your lips with him as he moans, now muffled by how you fiercely kiss him, and he pushes your body against the wall, your towel slipping downwards with ease.

Felix's eyes grow imposibly dark with lust, and he grunts at the sight of your curves. Even if you close your eyes due to the intensity of all this, you can still feel him everywhere, the fresh smell of shampoo lingering on his soft hair.

He kisses the air out of your lungs. "I knew you were beautiful." He bites you lower lip, his hands traveling down your body, allowing you to halfly grasp how down bad he seems. "I told you so."

And you can't fathom the fact that he can still tease you in situation like this, but your whole mind is dizzy, there is lava running through your body where Felix touches, and you can't help but moan at his words.

"F-felix." You whimper, only after he starts peppering kisses to your cheeks, your neck, and its when you feel he's slowly kneeling on the floor for you that your hands travel to the back of his head.

"F-fuck, darling." Felix pants heavily. "That sound." His kisses on your belly and thighs start to leave red marks behind. "It's going to kill me."

He’s crazy. And you’re crazy too, because even when his mouth is deep between your legs, his tongue running between your folds, and only loud, almost desperate moans echo around the room.

Fingers tickle up the back of your thighs, his hands hungrily pulling you to him, as he eats you out like he’s been craving for you for ages.

You’re a wreck. A writhing, moaning, shaking wreck, and you can only close your eyes tught and lean into the wall behind you for support, because if not, your legs would definetly give out.

Your hands sink into Felix’s hair for something to hold on to, and a satisfied groan rumbles in his throat, the butterflies on your stomach turning to beasts.

One of his hands moves from your legs, and you flutter your eyes open, finding his gorgeous face staring at you, your arousal all over his lips and chin. His beatiful brown eyes are locked into yours, watching you closely as he slides a finger inside.

It’s game over for you when he goes back with his mouth, your hands tugging harder at his hair as you whimper. “Felix…!”

You can’t even form the second sentece as you cum, everything tingling and throbbing when you moan loudly, pleasure and heat flooding your entire body.

Felix removes his finger and mouth, leaning back so he can look at you properly, wearing the most drunk and fucked-out expression you’ve ever seen as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact.

Before either of you can even say anything, he stands back up again and kisses you. It’s not fierce or has any of the urgent feeling that it had last time, instead, it feels like a soft crash, messy, a kiss that allows you to taste yourself on him.

He turns the both of you and you find the bed sooner than expected, falling on top of him.

It’s before he can do anything that your hands travel under his sweatpants, and he trembles under your touch.

“Oh, darling...” Felix whimpers, melting to putty in your hands, both figurative and literally. “Y-yes, just like that.” He knows that you’ve ruined him for good, forgetting about the scrunchie on his wrist.

And you forget about it too, sinking him deep in your mouth.

It’s only when he starts tetiching and writhing that he stops you, and in that moment, your body conects back to your mind. You’ve never gone this far before, not with anyone.

“Felix.” You mutter, your voice hoarse. “I’ve… never… you know.”

His eyes grow wide.

“You’ve never had sex before?”

He’s not shaming you for it. He’s confused, because he had been jealous over your boyfriends who he thought got to have you, and he’s growing more aroused, because a small voice in his head is telling him that he can be your first.

“N-no…” he coos at you, kissing you softly.

But you know there’s no one you could trust with this more than him.

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on,” and your breathing turns even heavier. “Let me treat you like the princess you are.”

He takes out a condom from his drawer, swiftly rolling it down his length.

Felix kisses your cheeks, helping to ease the tension. Your hands link together, and even if you still have the scrunchie on your wrist, none of you realize that Felix’s scrunchie is no longer on his wrists, but had fallen down to the floor.

“It can hurt a little. But I’m here. It’ll be ok, darling.”

You nod, kissing him softly.

[🔸☆🌆☆🔸]

You can’t help but feel shy when he cleans you up.

It’s slightly awkward, because none of you know how whatever you were was going to work now.

You would never be able to forget this.

He sinks back into bed, his hand laying on your waist, and with a huff, his breathing settles, calming down.

You eyes are locked on his gorgeous face, and now that you’ve kissed him, you can’t help but peck him softly again.

The scrunchie in your wrist bothers you, and you throw it away.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your hand traveling to his cheek, stroking it. “I love you.”

But his eyes flutter open, and he grins like a fool at you, launching his body back over yours.

He’s giggling like a madman, peppering kisses all over your face.

“Felix!” His hair tickles you, and you start to laugh too.

He stops, pinning your arms to the sides of your face, and kisses you lovingly.

“I love you too.”

It’s only after you both wake up, afterglow clear on both of your faces that when Minho and Jisung come back from the younger’s place, his eyes grow wide at both of you.

“You guys took what?!!”

~Kats, who now fears someone will find out that she googled how aphrodisiac chocolate works.

[i-like-loserz]

So yesterday, I read the recent sub!San, gurl I was so tired all day and needed a break, so thank you for another amazing fic. Okay! I had an… interesting dream about San last night, but not San of Ateez. Choi San as the crown prince of South Korea 🙈 I shared a bit of the dream (honestly, I don’t even know why he was the Prince of South Korea, but it sounded okay cuz it's a dream lol). He was the most desirable, handsome, and kindest prince ever. There was a part where I'm his secret girlfriend, and I was like, ‘Oh cool,’ but also like, ‘How long has this been going on? How did we meet? WTF did I do to win the prince’s heart?!’ your gurl here needs more details and information! Hate that you remembering half of the dream!!! 😤)

Okay, back to the dream, we were at an airport… San held my hand as we walked toward the private plane, looking at me with loving eyes, feeling protective over me. (I’m guessing it's because I’m not Korean, and maybe k-netizens wouldn’t approve of their dear beloved Prince being with a non-Korean original girl 😶 It felt like I was walking into a den of lions) To the public, San was a gentleman with a strong aura but in private with me, he was like a little kitten, vulnerable and super clingy, yet possessive. San was feeling the heavy burden of being a prince and said he had to be ‘a man and an adult’ at all times. He was so smitten with me. He asked me to be patient with him, knowing full well the challenges of being with him. He was so grateful to have met me, saying he could be his true self with me. And he never stopped telling me how much he loved me with every beat of his heart. He feels calm and at peace with me like I'm his beautiful calm spring in his dark storm that came to him like a silver lining 😭😭😭 his words in my dream!!! 🫠

Here’s the spicy part! It’s a sub San 🤭 He’s deeply in love, deeper than the mariana trench. A whiny desperate hungry moaning mess man, and I'm his 'empress' 👁️👄👁️ shit what a dream 😶‍🌫️

PRINCE SAN??? pls im so jealous you get dreams like this 😭 this sounds so much like husband!san looking all intimidating and powerful in front of others, then immediately melting when you're together ☺️

also i'm not sure if you're referring to honey, baby!san or the newest ones -- drunk!san or sleepy!san -- but let's be honest, they're all cute and subby for reader so it doesn't matter! -- my response gets kinda steamy at the end...i can't help it

cw: 18+ pls, prince!san x secret gf!reader, sub!san, hickies, dry humping

i could just imagine the way he'd shower you in affection and gifts, then fly you across the world just to be alone with you (no cameras or prying eyes). he so wants to show you off as his and have you live with him, but the pressure is too much and he knows the backlash you'd receive just by being near him.

no one knows that you are the one taking those photos that are going viral because of how handsome he looks. that you convinced him to interact more with his loyal subjects and show them how down to earth he is. and that you are the reason why he feels a lot more secure and confident in public.

there's something about being his secret girlfriend that's kind of hot. kissing in the shadows or behind closed doors, and knowing that you shouldn't be doing it but you both can't help it. and san is particularly needy whenever he sees you because you're rarely able to meet in private, making every meeting desperate and hot.

even though you can't outwardly show it, you still make your mark in his life. of course, there are the literal marks that you suck into his skin -- from his neck, down his chest, and over his thighs (he whines about how risky you're being, but he secretly craves having the tender bruises as they're physical reminders of you) -- but there are other subtle ways you claim him.

to name a few, there are the matching bracelets you both wear, the cologne you chose for him, and the special shirts you buy that show off his chest...he's like your doll, an obedient man to dress up and accessorize as you please. and it pleases him just as much -- if not, more.

he wants to look good for you.

more than that, he wants to please you.

it's a fact that san is a sucker for praise. he'd probably cum in his pants just from humping your leg if you're petting his hair and cooing soft words at him (spoiler alert: he actually already has done that...he just doesn't want to talk about that time bc he's a shy baby).

the prince may receive praise from the whole country, but his eyes are only looking at you.

[3fingersofscotch]

Hidden Nature

Summary: Dragon!Sylus sprouts horns and a tail in the middle of a raid.

He tries to push you away for your own safety. You show him the place he belongs is in between your legs.

That's it. That's the fic.

Some spicy NSFW audio to get in the mood. Wear headphone.

Ao3: 3fingers_of_scotch

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Monsterfucking, two cocks, mating biting, mating frenzy, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, angst, porn with plot and feelings, mating bond, rough sex, WIP

Dodge, shield her, resonate, punch. He watches her from the corner of his eye.

When she moves, it’s breathtaking.

Moving deeper with Kieran and Luke flanking both sides. They wouldn’t miss this for the world. She can resonate with everyone now and she does it like its second nature, bolstering her team’s powers and sensing danger as it approaches.

A sense of satisfaction bathes over Sylus at the progress made in the last year—not just in battle chemistry. In everything.

Everything. In her strength. In the way that she spoke to him, responded to his touch, looked at him.

A chill runs down his spine as he recalls the way she stared daggers at him while on her knees. The monster that she had automatically assumed he would be their first meeting is certainly not the way she feels about him now.

Watching her fly with the hint of a smile on his lips, he reflects on the taste of hers—on how she feels when she glides against him. She is soft in the morning stirring in his arms. But today, he stares at her back. In battle, she is fierce.

His Kitten.

She destroys Ever effortlessly, calling out to Luke and Kieran like they are little brothers and not the absolute fiends that Ever turned them into. This is it, they confirm. This is the facility they were locked in and experimented on.

Here amid chaos, Sylus cannot think of a time he has been happier across the lifetimes he has lived, taking down enemies with his found family and her-- his love, floating like a butterfly as she destroys everything around her.

He dares to hope secretly that this life will be different. It will not end in pain.

The dragon is quiet.

He fears the relief that he feels, but it is there regardless. He has loved her, passionately. He has held her tightly in his arms and there was no threat of death, no fated sword, no urge to consume or kill.

The dragon frenzy remained quiet.

Maybe in this life there was no prophecy. Maybe they aren’t star crossed lovers.

Maybe they can be happy.

Destroying Ever feels much like tearing down the judicators’ temples and the fleeting memories of love fluttering in his dragon heart make him flutter still.

She is starting to remember too. The memories that come back first are the most painful. She woke up with tears in her eyes one morning and whispered, “My dragon is gone?”

That morning, he held her in his arms and let her cry as she sorted the memories of a past life and consolidated it with her current. The realization that their souls were indeed bound, eating at her conscious for days.

But the love was potent, and she improved merely by being in his presence. He was the calm to her storm.

And now, she is inching ever closer to the powerful sorceress she once was. The people that flee in her wake almost look like the judicators that kept coming for them. In a way, the sins that they committed against her are not much different and for a second, it feels like there are still wings on his back, carrying him through vast halls.

She is fire. He is wind, and he stokes her embers into raging wild fires.

They keep children in cages like animals. Each and every child appears hollow. Luke and Kieran see themselves in the children and they rage, ripping open cages and taking the lives of all that are complicit in this sick experiment.

Something is wrong.

Something is wrong with her.

She stares with wild eyes at the cages. Fury radiates in waves from her body and her evol flares.

Rage.

It shakes the very ground they stand on. It shakes the building they stand in. The children are rushed away. She cannot be contained as she screams her rage.

“Caleb… He was kept here. Which… which means… I was kept there.”

She is power.

Legend says that after Sylus passed, she was the fiercest dragon to have ever darkened the skies of Philos and in this moment, Sylus believes it.

The kids are safe now, in the care of Luke and Kieran and Sylus stays to watch with pride as she shakes the building until it comes crashing down. Her rage does not discriminate as Ever employees beg for mercy.

“I have a family!” many cry, but so did the children they stole and it will not stop vengeance.

‘You remind me of a young dragon who has yet to sprout its horns.’ He once told her before she realized what she was.

She was a hatchling, left abandoned by a frenzied dragon who destroyed her mate.

The myths spun through time forget to remind you that dragons are beasts.

Her frenzy energy in this moment is not unlike a dragon. It does something to an ancient part of him. A piece of power-lust sparks that he’d buried a lifetime ago. Dragons are attracted to power. They collect powerful things like shiny baubles and trinkets and an animalistic urge to claim her comes from nowhere.

Sylus… he isn’t a dragon. Not anymore.

He can’t be a dragon.

He does not want to be a dragon.

In this life he is sure of it. He held her in his arms. Kissed her with his lips. Loved her with his heart and body. In this life, he is not a dragon. He should not want her the way a dragon would.

She deserves better than a dragon.

But here with her full might untethered and on display, the deep rumble of a beast he thought he was rid of purrs and makes its unwelcome presence known. It started with horns in the last life and he frantically runs fingers through his hair as he feels the horns breach his skin, his blood running down his skin as they grow out, slowly and painfully.

She can’t see this.

She deserves better than a dragon.

So he runs without a word. In his experience, being a dragon only leads to demise.

***

It’s too much.

The memories that invade your mind in confusing flashes make you sick. The only thing louder than confusion is rage. So many things happen in your head at once. You silently demand answers. You feel deep sorrow realizing you’ve lost your childhood.

They locked you in cages like an animal.

Tears flow freely as your gaze falls on the exact cage they kept you in and the memory of Caleb’s tiny hand reaching through the bars to hold your own breaks you.

Fucking animals. All of them.

And there isn’t time to process your feelings because the people that are working there now are the same people that hurt you back then.

… The same people that hurt you back then.

The images in your head conjure the memory of a younger Josephine pointing a gun at your head and pulling the trigger just because they said you’d revive. You read about it in the files she left after her passing but seeing it in your head?

You called her grandma for how many years?

The pleas for mercy fall on death ears. They have families? Well, where did you come from then? Did you fall out of the fucking sky and into the laps of these predators? Did the rest of the children appear in the cages spontaneously?

Fuck them all.

The only thing that matters is that the children are out safely and once they are, you are tearing the whole fucking building down. You don’t even know how. But in this moment, somehow, you just know that you can.

You’re world spins. Every tiny hair on your body stands as you sense everything around you. You pick up every pulse, the rodents scurrying in walls, the insects crawling along the floor. You feel everything.

The blood trickling down your nose should bother you, but the power of it floods your senses and the building falls apart around you. The only thing that matters is that this building comes down.

Even in your rage, you can sense Sylus’s presence at your back. You can feel his revelry, perhaps even pride as you shake the building apart.

And that is how you know that something turned his joy into despair. You feel every desperate footprint as he runs away and your heart breaks. You can’t turn your head. You can’t call his name. You can only make sure his path is safe as he leaves you.

This building must come down.

For the sake of children just like you, you stay and it breaks you, tears flowing freely down your face as the man you love leaves you.

But you will wipe Ever off the face of the earth tonight even as you command your feet not to run after your heart’s desire. Hot, angry tears pour down your cheeks as you feel the heartbeats of Ever employees snuff out everywhere.

Ever dies tonight.

With every fiber of your being, you believe that Sylus will let you find him when he is ready.

***

Everything hurts. It is only sheer force of will that pulls you onto your motorcycle and in the direction of Sylus’s nearest safe house, where surely you will find him. Text messages, phone calls, no responses and you are desperate, operating on sheer panic as you try to locate him.

Sylus is supposed to fear nothing.

Your heart hurts as your mind races. What could possibly make Sylus run? Deep down, in the memories that have yet to surface, you know the answer.

Sylus fears hurting you. He’d take his own life before risking your own. You know this. Finally, heart breaking for him once more.

My dragon is gone…

His safe house is empty and so is the pit of your stomach, but the thought occurs to you.

He may be hiding from you, but what about Luke and Kieran?

You pull out your phone and find group chat labeled “The Three Stooges.”

-Where is big guy at?-

Your phone pings almost instantly.

Luke: Not supposed to tell you…

Kieran: He just went to provide temporary shelter for the kids at a safehouse. We are taking the kids for pancakes nearby.

Luke: Yeah. NEARBY. NEARBY the safehouse. The safehouse that we will keep the kids at. The safehouse that is near the pancake place we are at. The fluffy pancake place that you took us to that one time when boss thought we were stuck in traffic. THAT pancake place.

Kieran -Okay. I think she gets it.

Luke -DO YOU GET IT?

You most certainly got the message and you can’t help the grin on your face. By the gods you loved them. Now, you could find him.

Whatever was going on, you won’t let him handle it alone.

Your persistent knock at the door is answered by twins who are completely unsurprised to see you.

“Oh… how did you find us?” Luke asks playfully.

“Boss definitely isn’t here and he definitely… definitely isn’t in the private suite upstairs sulking,” Kieran adds casually shrugging.

You wink as they make space for you to enter.

“Oh no, she forced her way past us… what do we do?” You hear Luke say, calling after you in mock defeat.

They earn a small smile even as you worry, rushing, preparing yourself for whatever you might encounter. You were not going to let him go through this alone.

You can feel your heart beating violently through your chest as you approach the door and test the handle. Locked of course, but you can hear the subtle shuffle of Sylus’s moving body just beyond the door.

“Sylus, let me in,” you plea.

You can hear a labored sigh through the door. “Honestly, Kitten? I don’t want to.”

“Hey. Don’t… push me away. Open the door.” You say gently, resting your head against the door frame and waiting with as much patience as you can muster in silence as the door remains closed. The seconds tick by and just a few minutes later, you try once more.

“Sylus… please.”

The door doesn’t open, but you can see the shadow under the door and hear the slightly heavy breath that sounded a bit like panic.

“You know, I could just break this door down.” The separation pains you greatly, and all you want to do is hold him-- to know what clouds his heart. You need to know what would make him run from you. Maybe this wasn’t the best approach, but you need to hold him and tell him everything will be okay.

“The thought occurred to me as well. Though I hoped you wouldn’t realize you could.”

You laugh, soft but still leaning against the door frame. “Wishful thinking…”

You hear the door knob unlock and twist slowly and his presence looms, somehow even taller than before, his shoulders broader. And when you finally tilt your head up from his chest--.

“My dragon is back?” Your hand acts on its own, reaching up to caress his freshly sprouted horns as you register the incredulous look on his face. You can see him war with a thousand conflicting emotions, hands almost shaking.

He pulls you into a sudden and tight embrace, releasing a shuddering sigh.

“I don’t know what to think.” He holds you so close with your face pressed against his neck. You can feel the rumble in his voice as his throat bobs against your cheek. “I don’t know how to feel.”

And of course, your mind races too. A million questions try to force their way out of your lips. The memories you’d long since forgotten from a past life surge into your brain. Where did the horns come from and why are they here?

Your lips fall open but no sound comes out until you step on a long black tail you didn’t know existed and you yelp as the two of you fall back against the bed.

“I’m so sorry, Sylus! I didn’t know you had a...” you look down in shock as it moves flicking not unlike an irritated cat’s tail.

“A tail. I have a tail… and horns.” Sylus looks pained as he sighs once more revealing teeth that appeared a fraction sharper than they did before.

“Oh. Is that what those are?” You ask teasingly earning a small huff. The tension is still palpable, but Sylus’s grimace relaxes just a fraction and your hands move on instinct, knuckles brushing against his cheek as you observe the broken skin around his freshly erupted horns.

“Does it hurt?” You ask as your fingers move to trace the base of the horns and he winces slightly.

“Not as much as before.”

His arms tighten around you and you curb your curiosity to put him at ease as you kiss across his forehead and your fingers trace soothing patterns across his chest. But 5 minutes pass. 5 minutes turn into 10. The questions scream louder and louder in your head and he still holds you tightly like an anchor.

“Sylus… you didn’t know you could turn into a dragon?”

A long sigh leaves his lips. He has been sighing a lot today and it’s not like you can blame him.

“No kitten. I didn’t know that I’m a dragon. Not in this life.” The grip he has on your body grows impossibly tighter. “I didn’t know then either. Not until my horns sprouted.”

“How did you not know you were a dragon?” You shift so that you can look at his face and his expression is still pained. You watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows instinctively, like the memory left a bad taste in his mouth.

“I lived amongst dragons, but I never knew my parents. I looked human, so I thought I was human. I visited human villages. Made human friends, tried to have a human life. When my horns grew in, I panicked and tried to cut them off.

Life only got worse from there. The people I grew fond of shunned and even attacked me. I was an enemy on sight. I got imprisoned in a chasm for over 1,000 years. Being a dragon… brought me nothing but pain. Brought us nothing but pain.”

“Us?” Sylus’s eyes grow soft and sad as he lifts your fingers to his lips, kissing them gently.

“Yes, us. You didn’t know you were a dragon either.”

You’d spent a lot of time angry that it always seemed like Sylus was hiding things from you. For such a direct and forward communicator, it was always suspicious when he started talking in riddles or avoiding topics. It was increasingly frustrating to have memories slowly come back and wonder why he still wouldn’t just spell out the details of your past life.

But here in this moment as you take in his pained expression, it dawns on you that he couldn’t talk about it because it hurt to remember the details that mattered. And knowing how it ended, you feel guilty for being mad at him in the first place.

He is a man that will give you anything.

The memory of him throwing himself on a sword to protect your life reminds you that he will throw everything away for your sake as well.

Your dragon would protect you from even himself.

“Sylus? If you didn’t know that you were a dragon, does that mean I could be one too and just sprout horns one day?” You ask, the thought sudden and urgent leaves your lips.

“I don’t know, kitten. And if I’m honest, I can’t decide whether or not I’d be relieved or sad if you sprouted horns. I don’t want you to suffer the pain of being a dragon. But I also…” he sighs once more, this time sounding more agitated as he pinches the bridge of his nose and sits up abruptly.

You sit up with him, gently kissing his shoulder and brushing his hair away from his horns.

“Kitten… dragons can live a very long time. And if I outlive you, I…” He didn’t need to finish that sentence. You can’t stand the thought either.

“Well, I hope I sprout horns then. We can be a couple of freaks together.” You watch as the corner of his lips turn up slightly.

“I don’t know how I should feel about that. All I know is that I don’t want you to get hurt.” He squeezes your hand tightly.

“All I know as that I need you.” You squeeze his hand even tighter. “And I need you to be happy.”

A pregnant silence falls over the two of you before you eyeball him curiously.

“Aren’t you supposed to have wings?”

Sylus looks at you and huffs softly. “They come out when I need them. And I can shift into my dragon form at command.”

The look you give him is nothing short of bewildered. “O-okay? Any other crazy changes I should know about?”

He suddenly begins to avoid your gaze.

“Sylus?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “Two cocks,” He mumbles quietly.

You blink. “Come again?”

Sylus hangs his head in his hands. “Two cocks,’ you can hear him say a little louder into his palms and your brain explodes.

“What? So, I am supposed to… grow two vaginas if I become a dragon?” The sheer absurdity of your question makes Sylus bark with unexpected laughter and he shakes his head.

“No… no kitten. It’s not like that. I… have a main cock and I have what I guess you could describe as an auxiliary cock. Its thinner and… prehensile. Like my tail.”

You must be looking at him like he has grown a second head. “None of that sentence made any sense to me. What is an auxiliary cock even for?”

“I honestly… don’t really know much.”

You can’t help but look at him funny once more. “You mean to tell me in a past life, you had two cocks for more than a thousand years and you didn’t know what to do with one of them? What did you do when you fooled around with someone?”

Sylus scoffs, tail flicking with agitation. “First of all, it’s not like I got Dragon Sex Ed. Second, I never fooled around with anyone.”

“You… never fooled around with anyone?” You cover your face with your hands in shock.

He shrugs defeatedly. “Who’d want to love a fiend? You were the only one that didn’t look at me like I was some kind of freak and every time you and I would get close and try to touch each other, I’d almost die.”

Right. A brief mental image of a weapon that would literally come out of your body to pierce him makes you grimace.

Sylus paces the room a bit, trying to find the right words. “Look… I know that dragons scent marked their mates with it. It also releases chemicals that heighten pleasure and improve fertility. I never tried it. There is no love for a fiend.”

“I love you.” Sylus whips around, eyes wide. The words left you so naturally, you almost forgot that you’ve never said it in this lifetime. When you remember, you blush. But you do love him, and you wish you could take his pain away but you can’t. All you can do is tell him how you feel.

“I love you, Sylus. I’m not just going to disappear because you sprouted horns and an extra cock.” You lean in to kiss him but he pulls back, shaking his head.

“You can’t. This… this will only end in pain.”

“What? What is it, Sylus? Is it the sword? You and I have been intimate before and nothing happened. We are still alive.”

Sylus shakes his head. “You don’t get it and it’s hard to explain.” He resumes his pacing.

“You and I… we didn’t know our parents and we thought we were humans because we looked human. And that’s because we probably were at least part human. Humans and dragons… they could cross breed. If a human male mates with a dragon female, she lays an egg and it’s called a hatchling. If a male dragon mates with a human female, she can give live birth to a dragonlet. But there is one problem.”

Sylus pauses and shudders. “Dragons are beasts. I’m a beast. Intelligent sure. We can think and talk like people. But mating causes dragons to frenzy and rational thought goes out the window. Most dragons will attempt to kill their mates during a frenzy. Our parents--,” his eyes glaze over as his expression becomes grimmer. His tail whips back and forth narrowly missing the furniture around him.

“We probably came from human males and dragon females. Our mothers killed our fathers, laid us as eggs and then went mad upon finding out they murdered their mates and left us abandoned. I got taken in by dragons. You got taken by the Judicators and groomed to be a weapon.”

“Sylus, I’m not going to let you push me away.” You grab his hand and try to pull him towards you, but his tail wraps around you and keeps you at arm’s length. For the first time, you break. The calm façade you wore to lull him to ease chips away and your eyes begin to sting with unshed tears and your voice faulters as you struggle to speak without screaming.

“Do you think… do you think life will just go on for me if you push me away?” The tears start to fall one by one, and they feel hot as they roll down your cheeks. “Do you think that my life doesn’t end in this room if you leave?”

For a moment, it seems like his resolve won’t crumble. His face is stone as your lips start to quiver.

“You are my dragon. Mine. For the first time in my life my path feels clear. If you leave, life will be as pointless for me as the wanderers I kill.”

His resolve breaks like a dam and he pulls you close to breathe you in. He gently wipes away the tears to soothe you, but the damage is done and you choke on your sobs as he rocks you, whispering his regret in your ear and burying his nose in your hair.

“I can’t see this ending well,” he whispers even as he cradles you lovingly.

“Tell me you don’t love me and I will let you go,” you murmur through labored breath into his chest. “Tell me there is nothing in your heart for me and I’ll never bother you again.”

You hear Sylus scoff gently as he squeezes you. “You would never believe such a blatant lie. Not when I’m so abundantly greedy for you. Not when it is so obvious how much I love you.”

Your stomach does somersaults as the honied words leave his lips and he presses

desperate kisses across your temple.

Its not enough to simply say I love you to a man that has crossed space and time to find you but you say it regardless, over and over again in between kisses that grow hotter as he grips your face and holds you against his lips. And he repeats it back earnestly, desperately, even as he protests that, “We can’t” or “We should stop.”

But he is the one holding you in place and peppering you with hard kisses. His hands clench tightly in your hair as his tail pulls your body flush against his.

“I love you,” he whispers once more as he picks you up and pins you to the wall effortlessly, hips rolling against yours. He suffocates you, lips devouring yours, tongue invading your mouth when you gasp. His bulge is noticeably bigger, a reminder that his body has changed and a challenge awaits you.

“We can’t. It’s dangerous,” he repeats once more, but his hips roll harder into yours, bulge grinding your clit through your pants. Ragged breathing fills the room as hot breath warms your collar.

Maybe you should slow things down and take a second to breathe, but he doesn’t relent. He is acclimated to your body and presses all the buttons that erase your will to resist. And with your lips unencumbered, he drags the delicious moans he loves to hear from you into the open air as he bites firmly on your pulse point impatiently. His teeth feel sharper on your skin and his tail introduces a new sinful pressure you never knew you’d love.

“I can handle it…” you huff, clawing at the shirt separating him from you as his tail creeps up the fabric of your own. “If it is you, I can take it.”

The growl your words elicit make you jump because he sounds like a beast and it vibrates in your eardrums. It is a warning you should heed, but a part of you that thrives in the face of danger purrs unexpectantly and you are wetter than you’ve ever been.

“Don’t do that, sweetie. Don’t give me permission.” His words fail to match his actions as he pulls your shirt, pinning you higher on the wall as he kisses your breasts while unhooking your bra and tossing it to the other side of the room. He relents, finally lifting his arms so that you can rid him of the shirt you’ve been clawing at.

The relief you feel as his skin connects with your own is short lived as it only gets hotter. The frenzied grind of Sylus’s bulge against your clit interrupts any attempt at thought as the red-hot sensation of lightning makes your pelvis ache with pleasure. Sylus has always been a passionate lover, but the way he ruts against you in this moment is mindless and animalistic. Alarm bells should scream but your clit feels so good and your desire leaks from you. The dampness in between your legs is copious and uncomfortable and you haven’t even taken your pants off yet.

“Sylus, please!” You gasp, wanting. “Bed!”

He tosses you on the bed, eyeing you like his last meal and you try and relieve some discomfort, hands shaking as you unzip your pants and push them off your hips.

You are free finally completely bare for him and visually leaking, but a sobering thought settles over both of you.

Sylus has two cocks.

You stare at each other in a brief moment of silence as you see the enormous bulge in his pants. Curiosity rises to screaming, morbid levels and if he doesn’t take his pants off, you will do it for him.

“Are you sure that you are ready for this?” He asks and you internally shout that you just need to see it, but you nod your head, refusing to let him see your panic.

“Take it off.”

And he does, slowly—almost timidly, but Sylus doesn’t do timid. When his pants are finally off, you stare, head cocked to the side. He hasn’t just grown a second cock.

“Its… bigger.” He was already well endowed. The main shaft is now perhaps an inch longer and a bit girthier. And the second cock? Sprouted right above the first. And yes, it was thinner, but it was long… at least 10 inches long and flexible, moving like it had a mind of its own.

“You still have time to back out of this,” he murmurs, but even as your mind screams that you don’t know what to do with two dicks, you are already reaching out to him. You need his body desperately on top of yours, to re-center him with you. As he tentatively drapes his body over yours, you quiver as your thoughts race.

He is different, and yet, still your Sylus. And you want him, all forms of him, to have and to love. You silence the voices in your head and focus on his lips-- on the taste, on the way they hesitate before moving against your own.

Surrender occurs in tandem as his sexes press flush against your own and he feels you, warm and abundantly wet. Your moan rings high pitched as his groan sinks low and he reaches for his cocks, making your stomach jump into your throat as he guides himself to your core.

But his main cockhead teases your opening as he smears your wetness with it. Delicious pressure makes you mewl as he rubs that cockhead up and down your clit and you pull him into a hungry kiss.

“Sylus. Baby, please,” you protest and he takes his cock and smacks it against your clit—something he has never dared to do and it is thrilling as little jolts of lightning and pleasure radiate, making your knees jerk. He teases you, reveling in the sounds he elicits with each smack.

You protest, whining indignantly and for a moment, it seems he might relent. He guides his cock, teasing your entrance and you whimper, practically begging for it when he pulls back and slaps your clit again.

The tap tap taps are audible and so are your whines of protest when he whispers in your ear. Tail securing around your ankle to pull you into position by wrapping your leg around his back.

“Tell me to stop, sweetie,” he offers and it is one last chance to back out as he searches you for doubt.

“Never.”

A broken gasp falls from his lips as you feel something jump against your navel and he grabs your chin, pulling it up and to the side to expose your neck.

“Then say that you are mine. Not just now but always,” he growls low in your ear and you moan as his teeth graze the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“Of course I’m yours,” you breathe and satisfaction vibrates in his chest before his teeth latch around your pulse point. The rumble continues as your hands clutch his hair just behind his horns and he holds you firmly in place under his teeth.

An alien sensation creeps up your thigh and slips inside you and your eyes widen as you gasp and realize that it is his auxiliary cock, prehensile and moving on its own.

Sylus trembles, blanking out for a moment as the cock fully seats itself inside you and you feel pressure in your navel as something is released. A strangely sweet flavor invades the back of your mouth before filling your nostrils, and it dawns on you—he's scent-marking you, releasing chemicals to assert his claim and heighten your pleasure.

Perhaps it is already working because his teeth latch harder than they ever have before, sharp canines breaking skin. And it should hurt, but you moan with great pleasure, body starting to roll against his in response.

“Mine,” he groans possessively, a dragon hoarding his treasure. “No one else’s, just mine.” Warmth spreads, blooming from the spot where he marked you and everything smells sticky sweet. The gentle kisses he rains on you are a sharp contrast to your now broken skin, and his dragon eagerly laps at the crimson dripping down your neck.

He nuzzles your head, breathing in that sweet scent, nose passionately kissing yours. The satisfaction of his claim is written on his face and he pulls your lips back to his, his grip still firmly affixed to your chin.

And it is time, finally as his auxiliary cock withdraws and he places the tip of his main cock at your entrance, eyes locked with yours to watch for signs of hesitation before pushing in. But there is no hesitation in your eyes, even as the foreign sensation of the tail he has still wrapped around your ankle holds your leg wide open. Your hands grip his waist and guide him in as you moan together and it feels like he has come deep to a place that feels like home.

His auxiliary cock now rubs delectable circles round your clit, enhancing your excitement as his hips become flush with you. And still, he presses forward, pushing hard into you like he needs to be deeper. Your chemically induced high has you moaning, arching, whimpering much louder than usual and you can see how greatly it affects your dragon lover and he visibly struggles to maintain his control.

“Sylus! It’s so good! God… it’s so good! It’s so good!” you chant, hands grasping his waist and squeezing him to ground yourself and he groans, face buried in your neck, horns nearly puncturing the mattress below you.

“You… you have to stop,” he protests, his tone desperate. “I’m barely hanging on… if you keep making noises like that, I will lose control.”

“Screw control,” your teeth latch around his earlobe and he huffs, tail spreading your legs wider to make room for him. And it’s like hearing the thread snap as his control breaks and his hips crack against yours over and over again, his second cock fervently rubbing your clit in tandem as he crashes against your cervix.

You flail, hands desperately seeking a way to ground yourself as the pressure of his hips against your mound has you seeing stars. And without thinking, you clutch his horns gripping tightly, wrenching his head forward and he practically whimpers.

“Hmph, sensitive,” he grunts, reminding you that they are freshly sprouted. But when you release, he makes a noise of protest.

“Hold on, kitten. You are going to need it.” Oh, God he was right as he grabbed and pulled your waist up, tail shoving a pillow beneath you to improve your angle and suddenly, he is hitting your g-spot, wrenching fevered screams from your throat as his second cock still works your clit.

He groans as you grab his horns once more, holding on for dear life as his hips hammer against you.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he growls, leaning down to suck on the mark he left on your skin, lips latching and leaving pleasure in their wake. There is distant thought, repeatedly silenced that this is so much rougher than usual and yet, you need it exactly like this.

“Hnngg! Sylus!” You squeal, high pitched, barely registering that a question was even asked. His thrust slow down and become harder and deeper.

“Tell me,” he teases, punctuated with a thrust. “Who’s,” thrust, “pussy,” thrust, “is this?”

You huff, eyes rolling into the back of your head as each thunderous clap of his hips against yours makes your body quake. You feel your curves jiggle roughly and whimper.

“Yours! Its… oh God, its yours,” You can barely huff and he purrs with satisfaction.

“That’s right, kitten,” he practically croons. “And its so wet for me. So open and ready… so hungry and willing.”

He pulls back and positions both cockheads at your entrance and you jerk in shock.

“Sylus?! Oh, God. Both?!”

“Shhh,” he soothes, kissing your temple as both heads tease you. “Sweetie, I know you can handle it. My tough Ms. Hunter. I’ll go slow.”

He maintains eye contact carefully as he slowly sinks in, but even as you are stretched beyond what you thought could be possible, he can still claim territory, sliding in deeper.

“Relax,” he whispers, strong hands massaging your lower back when you tense up and you mewl, trying to let your muscles unclench so he can fully seat himself.

And he does, hips flush with yours as he cradles you with strong arms and tells you the take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” he grunts and you can tell his control is wearing thin as he waits for your breathing to steady.

“Its… not as bad as I thought it would be,” you admit, breathing starting to return to a normal pace and his hips dare to move, causing you to clutch at his horns again. He smirks down at you.

“I knew you could handle it. I will make your pussy feel so good.” His auxiliary cock begins pulsing, moving in a sensation that feels foreign, but it shifts quickly, side to side as Sylus starts to pull out and push back inside you. And the moment it combines with his thrusting, you throw your head back into the mattress behind you, panting, shouting, clawing.

It's so much. Its too much. It shouldn’t be possible to be filled and stretched this way. And the rhythm with which his second cock moves as the first one focuses on driving into you does heavenly, filthy, sinful things to your g-spot.

“Ohh, Sylus!” you cry as he picks up speed, his moaning growing more heated in tandem with yours. Your hands tug harder on his horns as your world spins.

“Oh, kitten… you feel so good.” His voice is different. There is a growl. A rumble that grows from deep within his chest and his tail tightens around you. He presses down firmly on your navel, pace increasing and you are drowning. The sounds of your coupling are lewd as every thrust squelches loudly, your breath is high pitched and Sylus growls louder. His animal instincts are at the forefront and as pressure builds, his tail replaces his thumb circling your clit so he can grab two fistfuls of your hair and pull so that your lips tilt up to meet his lips. When he kisses you, your lips are forced open with a gasp as his auxiliary cock pushes on your g-spot from the inside.

“Sy-Sylus! Oh, god! Sy! Sylus!” You cry repeatedly, head falling to his shoulders. Your lips brush his skin and teeth graze his collar, but you are no longer there. Lost in a cloud of pleasure, your weak attempts to do anything beyond laying there and taking it make Sylus moan in triumph.

“Come, Kitten. Come on my cock. Show me how good you feel.”

And almost on command, you do, the mark he left on you burning in response. Every muscle seems to tighten in protest, as if urging you not to crash into that wall. The pleasure leaves you breathless as the nerves around your clit light up and it almost feels like resonance as you become attuned with your dragon, keenly honing in on him and his presence—on the way he desires you and the rest of the world ceases to exist as you come and the world crashes around you.

Your release becomes a burning hot ache because he isn’t done with you, tail still working your clit as the battering of your g-spot continues. You feel full. You feel so full. You can’t breathe.

God he is everything, nothing else exists and your toes and clit feel like they are on fire.

Throughout it all, you can feel your pulse in your core, swelling around his cocks in tight waves and his breathing and growling is louder than it’s ever been.

“Sylus! Too much! I-!” He hooks one of your legs under his arm and spreads you open further, somehow penetrating deeper and you come again with a scream, nails digging into his back and dragging, teeth sinking into his shoulder.

With even more abandon, he brutalizes your pretty, abused pussy and you can’t believe what you hear.

“Going to fill that pussy up. Pussy needs to be bred!” You’d almost miss it as the loud clap of his hips against yours continues, except he growls it directly into your ear.

“God! Yes!” you cry desperately. You need him to be finished. You need to breathe; you need your pussy and lungs to not feel like they are on fire anymore.

You need your dragon to claim you.

Wings erupt from his back, enveloping your bodies in an intimate cocoon and he roars, teeth marking you and breaking skin once more as his balls draw up tightly and he comes. You yelp as he bites down, back arching you into his chest as you moan his name. His hands hold your hips, pressing himself firmly inside you and you feel each molten hot pulse of cum as he erupts. Its impossible to tell which one of you is shaking harder, but his lips return to yours with a firm, claiming kiss.

“We aren’t leaving this bedroom for a week,” he murmurs, voice still changed, with a hint of a growl and when he pulls back, you see his pupils are starting to look like slits.

You might be in actual danger… but if this is the way you die, it’s a hell of a way to go.

[gremlingottoosilly]

What would Monster!konig do with a reader who cries like, all the time, and is very sensitive? D too far in and it hurts? Tears. Chained to a chair? Tears. Gets a bruise? Tears. Manhandled too roughly? Here come the floodgates. Doesnt want to be touched? Tears.

What would he do?

CW: Non-con, oviposition He kinda expects it. Konig knows humans are weak, in both mind and body - this is precisely why he chose a human woman to bear his eggs, he wants his partner to be soft and helpless. He also knows that humans are way more fragile than monsters, which is funny because humanity has tried to contain monsters for so long, and failed - there is a perverse pleasure in taking a pet for himself from the class that used to be so above monsters. Not you, of course, he can see you were never in a position of any power - you're clinging to your dumb pillows or some other objects you found, and you're asking him for useless foods that would only make you feel weird (overly sweet or too spicy or basically anything that Konig doesn't really like) - and, of course, you cry. Monster!Konig is a huge sadist with a power trip over your crying - he specifically holds you too tightly, spanks you for every dumb reason, and holds you by your neck when you're cuddling with him, just so you won't forget your place. he will fuck you in front of the recruits just so you'd whine about being embarrassed and scared, and he will treat to give you away to them unless you were good( He is used to filter your cries - if you don't want to get fucked today, eggs are being too crampy, if your head hurts or you just want to sleep, so you start to cry and beg him to stop...he will simply brush his tentacles over your wet face and say that you're so silly, think you still have a chance to have your own wishes( He will become softer if he can see that you're clearly distressed - stress is bad for the eggs, and he wants his little incubator to be happy. Konig wants a wife, a pretty and happy weak thing that would cling to him like a kitten, so he will become softer if you're crying for hours and all of his fellow monsters have been asking if you're broken.

[shhuuga]

im sorry but kitchen sex w lee know would be so heavenly. like you’d just be cooking dinner peacefully then all the sudden your bf just comes up from behind to scoop you and turn you around.

then it just turns into a heated makeout session next thing u know your bent over the kitchen counter being pounded into mercessily!!!

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(this is so bad m sorry, im a bit out of it but thought i'd give yall something to gnaw on while i finish up the final touches on the revamp of big barbie !!)

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it was like a scene from a movie. the rain outside was pattering against the windows of your shared house with now clear signs of letting up. you stood over the warm slow cooker, taking a spoonful of the curry you were making, trying to decide if it was too spicy for your whiny boyfriend to handle. (if you put too much pepper in his food he'll cry about it, but he'll drown his food in hot sauce) when the food hits your taste buds, you smile contently, just the way you like.

"babyyyy" minho drags himself into the kitchen, his lanky figure hunched over. "im cold."

"that might be because you're shirtless and the heat isn't on, min." you turn around to get a good look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck while giving him one, two, three quick kisses, rolling your eyes as you see his lips are still puckered and give him a fourth.

"you're so smart, my love.." lino nips, his tone sarcastic and cheeky. he lets you go back to tending to the food, thinking for a moment before pushing up behind you, kissing your neck.

"miiin, what're you doing?" you know the answer. he's trying to get you away from your cooking, trying to direct your focus to him. you push back against his cock, feeling it get harder through his sweatpants. fuck, it was working.

"i just want kisses" his voice was smooth, like it always was when he lied. his teeth started lightly grazing right over your soft spot, lapping at it like a kitten. you took a look at the timer set for the food, then at the big, veiny arms that were circling your waist and turned around, softly pushing minho into the kitchen island.

his lips immediately met yours as he picked you up, hands under your butt as he spun the both of you around, setting you on the island. he leaned in, pushing you down softly with his chest to yours until you were holding yourself up by your elbows. the brunette's hands moved from your butt to your thighs, caressing and squeezing your brown skin.

"we'll be done before the food's ready. just wanna get warm.." he leans in to kiss your neck, his hands moving to slip your sweatpants off and push your his shirt up on your waist.

"mhm, whatever you say, min." your voice is sarcastic, knowing he's just horny, not cold. when he shuffles you out of your pants, a chill hits your clit, making you clench around nothing. mim groans at the sight of you, pulling his cock out of his pants before sliding the tip up and down from your clit to your hole, whimpering a little.

"you goin soft, honey?" despite the fact that you were feeling the same thing he was, you teased him. seeing him being soft and submissive was something you almost never got to see with minho, and he hated the power you have over him.

"are you?" his eyes meet yours, his dick sliding inside you, all the way to the hilt. he didn't bother waiting, the way you moaned out and gripped his bicep telling him all he needed to know.

his pace was brutally pleasuring. his dick hitting your g-spot every time he thrusted into you, making it hard for anything to come out of your mouth but broken attempts at saying his name.

"mi..min! ohhh, fuck- don't, don't stop!" you could feel his breathing picking up, a sheen starting to cover his forehead as he started fucking you impossibly faster, his hips not letting up in any capacity. your eyes started to roll back him your head as you shut your eyes, the feeling of an orgasm bubbling in your belly.

"nuh uh, no. look at me- fuck- fucking look at me, baby. i wanna see you, open your eyes." his left hand reaches up to grip your chin softly, in contrast to everything going on beneath it. the hickeys forming on your neck, your titties bouncing in your shirt, and most importantly your boyfriend's dick pounding into your pussy mercilessly.

you open your eyes, biting your lip before letting out one more "baby!" before cumming all over minho's cock. it only takes him four more pumps before he cums too, staying buried inside you even after the fact. kissing your neck and leaving even more hickeys in his wake.

he pulls out after another two minutes, immediately attaching his mouth to your kitty to your complete surprise.

"min! oh, fuck, what're you doing?" your manicured fingers reach his hair in seconds, your head lolling back again.

"ts your fault.." he mumbles into your pussy, his nose bumping into your clit.

"you made such a fuckin' mess."

[sweetracha]

A little thought about minsung (because I'm obsessed with them): They're a couple and all, but don't mind spicing things up a bit in the bedroom. They see a cute fan they both like and decide to go for it. What could go wrong?

(I want to be destroyed by these two)

Minsung will be the death of me I swear

Pretty Kitty

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warnings: Cocky Minho, Idols x Fan, Having sex with a fan, Pet names (mainly kitten/kitty), Dom Minho, Switch/Sub Han, Sub Reader (the dynamics are really just hinted at), Threesome, Training

Minho and Han seem like the perfect couple to the outside world. In many cases they are. The two seem like they were created from the same stardust. Two lovers destined to be together. Written in time as lovers who would always find each other. However perfect can get boring.

Perfect can become stale, flavorless, and taxing. This is especially true in the bedroom for Minsung. Don't get them wrong, they love their dynamic. They know every little thing that can make each other tick. They could map each other's bodies with their eyes closed and put 'x marks the spot' for every kink. Minho was a strong dominant top who was weak to praise. Han was a power bottom who had a special spot for humiliation. That's what was boring though. They missed the adventure and exploration of a new partner! They longed for that moment when you try something new and in return, you get the most earth-shattering moan from the body beneath you. They wanted, no NEEDED, a new playmate.

That's when they met you. Well saw you rather. Stray Kids were hosting another fan meet for the release of 5 Star. You had been a fan for years now and were finally going to have a chance to meet them, so what else would you do besides buying a whole new outfit? Dressed in a new baby blue sundress with matching shoes and hair bow you were off. It wasn't like you had a chance with any of them but this would feed your delulu for months to come.

You stood in line and waited for your turn to sit down with them one on one. The first seat you took was Chan's. He was sweet and calmed you down after he noticed your nervous fidgeting. Then was Changbin who gave you a huge smile and wink. You died inside as you two talked about all things food. Your time was cut much shorter than you would have liked but it wasn't for nothing as you were now faced with local sunshine, Felix. Brighter than ever he greeted you and chuckled a bit to himself.

"I think my Hyung will like you," he said light-hearted but deeply. Your heart flips at the thought, what could he be talking about?

Then your curiosity grew as both Seungmin and Jeongin teased. Saying Han was not ready for what is to come. They couldn't possibly mean you? Could they?

Hyunjin broke the ice and talked to you normally, well as normally as an idol could with a fan. It seemed fine until he ended it with a wink and a "Go get them".

Finally, you were with Han. The poor boy almost had a stroke when he saw you. An actual princess was in his presence. Even though he was the idol, he was the one left speechless. It wasn't until you gave a small 'hi' did he snap out of his trance.

"HI! Oh My God Sorry!! You are just very pretty--- I mean your dress looks really pretty on your body---I MEAN ON YOU!" he stuttered through the who conversation and you couldn't help but laugh. It warmed him knowing you were not offended. When the timer went off he locked eyes with Minho and they both nodded.

"Hello kitten," Minho said straight away, catching you off guard and making you choke. "Oh Shi-My bad!" he handed you his water. "Don't worry, I have more. He was right by the way you do look very pretty"

Your face blushed a crimson red as you tried to respond. "He um he said my dress was pretty"

"No pretty kitty, he said it was you" he so much as purred his sentence. "I think our time is almost up hun, what a shame. hmm if only we could speak longer, I think I've taken a liking to that pretty blush on your face." Minho leans closer so only you can hear. "See that door over there? We are going to have security lead you through those doors. You wait for us, nice and pretty." He couldn't help the dark chuckle that left him as he emphasized the word pretty again.

You sat on the sofa in the green room while your legs bounced with anxiety. This couldn't be real. You had to be dreaming. A sick beautiful twisted nightmare of a dream. To ease your mind you took in the site around you. There were little vanities around the room with ring lights and plush chairs. Obviously, this is where the boys got their makeup done. The walls were covered in thick padding, reminiscent of soundproofing you had seen before. They weren't going to kill you, were they? You had to chuckle to yourself…would it really be such a bad way to go?

Then your thoughts were snapped back to attention as the door in front of you creaked open. Lee Know walked in with the cockiness of a king. His stare warned you he was about to eat you alive. However, to your surprise, he was followed by a now very confident Han. No longer did he look lost and shy but rather planned and prideful. Lee Know took a seat on the coffee table in front of you and Jisung stood behind.

"Hello Kitten" It was like sweet intoxicating venom dripping from his lips when he spoke to you this way. "I see you followed through with my instructions. Good girl. See Sungie, I told you she would be a good girl. Unlike other little brats I know" Minho shot a death glare behind him.

"Come on Hyung, the poor thing is scared. She is practically shaking. Get on with it" Jisung whined, that brattiness starting to shine through.

"Honey no need to be scared" Minho reached out for your leg but stopped "Can I touch you?" All you could do was nod and he placed a gentle hand on your knee. He rubbed smooth calming circles into your skin as he spoke.

"Pretty we aren't going to hurt you. Quite the opposite. We want to please you in so many ways. If you let us have you we will treat you to a night of your dreams. We understand however if that is not what you want. We can have staff escort you back to your car and we will pretend nothing happened. Tonight is your decision love" The way he spoke with such care settled your nerves a bit. Han flashed you an adorable smile as he watched you think it over. You looked at the two and saw the genuine longing in their eyes. This was not an idol fucking a fan for power, this was something entirely different.

"I want this," you said with a shaky tone. Minho raised an eyebrow in question. "I want you both" you confirmed.

Minho immediately rose from his position on the table and picked you up, sitting back down on the couch with you on his lap. He faced you away from him however and when you opened your eyes you were met with Jisung just millimeters away.

"Kiss the pretty kitty baby boy, I know you've been wanting to" It was clear to you now the dynamic of this night.

Jisung looked at you for consent and when you nodded ever so slightly he leaned in. The kiss was soft and cautious at first but soon grew desperate and needy. His hands found your thighs and pawed at the soft skin, almost as if he was stopping himself from going any further.

"Look at my sweet boy. So desperate for a pretty girl in his life he is practically leaking by kissing one. How are you ever going to please her if you can't get passed kissing her?" Minho mocked

Han pulled back. "We both know damn well I can please her just as well if not better than you Hyung! Don't forget who was begging last night?"

Jisung challanged back. The heat and tension in the room became thick.

"You think you are so good at this don't you, you little brat. Fine, make her cum." With that Minho spread your legs and exposed your panties to Jisung. The boy couldn't help the blush climbing his cheeks. "Already overwhelmed, pathetic honestly" Minho spat. With that Jisung dove in.

He began with light testing licks to your cilt to gauge your reactions. When one soft touch pulled a pornographic moan from you, he got excited. Han began to put more pressure, strength, and texture into his licks. Then he began to leave suctioning kisses to it. That made you spasm in Minhos lap and close your thighs around Han's head.

"No way kitten, open them back up. Now!" Minho forcefully spread your legs open and hooked them over his own. "Such a sensitive pretty little thing. One touch has you shaking. Fuck I am so ready to explore you" he leaned in closer "to destroy you"

He gave Jisung a knowing look and before long two fingers were being shoved into you and scissored. The goal was to prepare you for something much bigger. You shook in place as Han continued his assault. His tongue and now nose attacked your cilt while three fingers hit deep in you. One particular trust had you throwing your head back on Lee Know's shoulder. His hand snaked around your neck while the other played with your nipple. "Baby boy, I think we found it"

That spot deep in you was being hit over and over with pleasurable force as Han brought you closer and closer to ecstasy. Before you were finished however Minho ripped his hand away. You both whined.

Han helped position you over the back on the couch and eased his way into you. He settled for a bit until you began grinding back on him, signaling you were ready. Jisung set a rhthmyic pace. Slow but hard thrusts, just the way you liked it. However, his movements were halted altogether as a screaming moan left his throat, followed by a whimper. You turned your head the best you could to find the Minho has entered Jisung, effectively training you all. The poor boy in the middle couldn't help the whimpers and whines that left him as Minho set a brutal pace. The whole scene along with the stimulation you were receiving was enough to bring you to your edge.

"Shhhhh both of you will get what you want. Han don't turn our good girl into a brat like you" Minho said while fishing his cock from his pants. "Hannie, fuck our kitten"

"Hyung, fuck Hyung! She is squeezing me so hard. I can't! Fuck I can't last!" Jisung cried out.

"Then fuck her like you mean it. You don't get to cum until she does" Minho pulled back so just the tip was nestled into Han. Jisung gripped your hips with the power he had left and rammed into you. No longer were his thrusts thought out, they were driven by pure nature. As he withdrew from you he would be forced back down Minho's cock. A familiar sensation built in your body and you needed that final push to release it.

"Cum for us pretty girl. Cum for us." and with that you came hard on Han's cock. You were so out of it that you didn't notice that Han pulled out and finished on your ass. When you came too, Minho was clean, what you assumed was his cum, off of Jisung. You were already cleaned up and dressed in some merch they found. Time was running out for you all to be together so Minho had to make quick but efficient work of his aftercare. Staff escorted you to your car where you sat for a bit and thought about what just happened. You reached into your pocket to grab your keys when you found a little slip of paper.

"Our pretty kitty,

Call us when you get home. We want to talk about this arrangement further.

From, your two biggest fans."

[wangxianficrecs]

had a marvelous time ruining everything by livinginaworldofnoise

had a marvelous time ruining everything

by livinginaworldofnoise (@gh0st-0f-luke)

G, WIP, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: “Great news, though—well, actually, it may depend how you define ‘great.’” Wei Wuxian folds himself into a cross-legged position and makes a sweeping gesture with one arm toward the closet, from which Lan Wangji can now hear a strange rattling noise. “While you were gone I managed to catch another one!” “Another . . . cat?” Lan Wangji pulls the closet door open wider and stares at the cage he finds there, inside of which a small black cat is clinging to the ceiling bars with all the desperation of a cornered wild animal. “That’s Volcano!” Wei Wuxian says by way of explanation. “She’s a little spicy.” OR: 5 times wangxian's feral kittens get in the way of lan wangji proposing + 1 time they help Kay's comments: I for one think that Tectonic Plate is a wonderful name for a cat. This story is a lot of fun and very cute and Wangxian are such cat people. Love seeing them having to interact with a fluffle of half-feral kittens and I really enjoy Lan Wangji's POV in this. He's so funny! If only he was allowed to propose to his boyfriend! Excerpt: Lan Wangji shakes his head. An urgent care trip to treat Jiang Cheng’s idiocy doesn’t exactly set the right tone for a romantic evening, so Lan Wangji has already written off the idea of proposing tonight. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll order takeout when you return.” Wei Wuxian grins and plants a very welcome kiss on Lan Wangji’s mouth that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jiang Cheng, who pretends to gag. Lan Wangji ignores him and pulls Wei Wuxian in for a second kiss, mostly out of love but perhaps partly out of spite. Lan Wangji lets out a small sigh after the brothers depart, feeling like the perfect proposal is once again slipping out of his reach. Is he just going to keep postponing this dinner date for eternity? He can’t bring himself to blame Volcano, though. Biting Jiang Cheng is a very reasonable thing to do in her position. Lan Wangji can’t say that he wouldn’t be tempted if he were a cat. And if he gives Volcano a couple extra treats when he goes in to feed them some wet food, that’s no one’s business but his own.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, established relationship, 5+1 things, fluff and crack, humor, marriage proposal, cats, pets

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[theegemini92]

I cannot ever forget or unsee The Starfall ball fiasco 🤣 yea spring court would never

Imagine a Spring court tea party? Called

TEA AMONG THE THORNS: 🌸🪷🌷🌺🌹Meaning that there is ever present danger beneath beauty. (The sureil and other creatures that were dangerous were found there. Even they didn’t want to be in the NC.)

• We get to wear our florals and pretty comfortable cute shoes

• pointy fae ears is a MUST.

• you can also choose to wear butterfly wings, floral crowns , a tail etc.

• soft hairstyles and makeup done or if you wanna go all out that’s fine.

•have tea and treats, mimosas flowing endlessly. Tea Blends: Elderflower, rose, lavender earl grey, chamomile-mint, or even a signature “Spring Court Elixir” with edible glitter. OR we can have a mocktail called “Feyre’s Awakening” – A floral white tea with rosebuds and hints of lemon. Lord knows Bish is is too drunk on that daemati power and can’t see through the bs of the IC 🤣 “Tamlin’s Thorn” – A rich dark chai with spicy notes and a red cinnamon rim “Lucien’s Gaze” – Blood orange tea with edible gold shimmer, Urgh is love a taste of Lucien… 🤣🤣 see how that sounded? 🤣🤣

Activities would include:

•Tea Leaf Reading (Seer of Spring?) or the suriel

• there would be poetry reading

• There’d be a photo station with Tamlins mothers rose garden.

•a violinist and harpist playing covers of fantasy scores

•Fae Name Generator station

• book reviewing and also a chance for upcoming authors to showcase their books

• as it goes into the evening we can have willow the wisp projections all around.

• a beautiful starlight pool.

• decor would be filled with different flowers.

• hire Tamlins, Eris and Lucien’s look alike because we will vet them. We know all these men only cater to the “batboys”

• BEST OF ALL… puppies and kittens. 🙉🙉🙉

I’d definitely be rocking a dress like this 😍

You can repost with your suggestions as well. It’s welcome to all. Or just leave them in the comments. 🩵🩵🩵

[nervouseden]

Loki & Kisses.

Pairing: Loki x G/N reader.

Warnings: Kisses, touching, dirty talk, no use of Y/N, gender neutral reader, reader not described, reassurance, Loki (Yes Loki is a warning, he's hot, and sweet, and perfect.), fluffy, leaning on smut, established relationship, use of pet names (Darling, Love, Sweetness, ect.), biting, (light) choking, suggestive ending, silly little head canons, praise, Loki is sweet, kinda a drabble,

These are some of my head canons for Loki revolving around kisses/kissing. The second section is where things start getting more... spicy...?

Although he'd never admit it, Loki loves to kiss you. Everywhere. All the time.

Loki likes to sneak up on you, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around you, placing soft pecks on your shoulder blades and neck.

He'll mutter sweet words to you as his soft lips shower you in affection

"You're so perfect, Darling."

"Taste so sweet."

"You're my favorite."

"Miss you all the time, Love."

It doesn't matter if you're shorter, taller, or the same height as Loki, he'll find a way to rest his chin on your head or shoulders...He can shapeshift, after all.

Loki loves forehead and chin kisses, giving and receiving.

He likes to pepper your face in kisses, especially when you lay on the couch together, which puts him at the perfect angle to attack you with soft lips.

If you're wearing something (or nothing) that shows your shoulders, Loki pounces.

He'll wrap one arm around your waist, the other hand rubbing your shoulder as he kisses it.

The shoulder kisses usually evolve into love bites.

Loki will gently press his teeth into your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a small mark, one he'll skim with his lips throughout the day, and possibly the night.

Hand kisses are another favorite.

Loki will take your hand, pressing his lips to each knuckle, murmuring about how much he loves you as he does so.

"My angel."

"I love, sweetness."

"You're everything to me."

He'll turn your hand over, so your palm is facing up, and will press his lips to the big vein under your wrist.

Loki will move from your wrist, to your palm, peppering chaste kisses to every inch of it.

Then he'll kiss the tips of your fingers.

He secretly loves it when you kiss his hands.

Loki likes to pull you onto his lap, he doesn't care if you're bigger or smaller than him, he does it anyway.

If you're ever insecure or worried when you're on his lap, Loki will do everything in his power to rid you of those thoughts.

"Hush, Darling, you're perfect."

"I like having you on me, you're like my own life sized Teddie bear."

"But you fit into my lap so perfectly."

"I'm a god, Love, you're like having a kitten on my legs, relax."

"But you're so warm, don't go."

When you're on his lap is his favorite time to kiss you.

Loki will wrap his hand around your chin, gently pulling your face towards his, pressing his forehead against yours before joining your lips.

No matter what, it doesn't matter what he's eaten, or had to eat, or anything, Loki always tastes like a mix of mint and the way pine trees smell. It's strange, but nice.

Loki's kisses start out gently and soft, never wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured.

He holds your face in his hand, the other resting on your knee, rubbing small, affectionate designs on your skin.

Loki will always follow your lead.

If you keep the kiss slow and soft, affectionate and innocent, he'll work with that, pouring his love into your lips through gentle kisses.

He'll just have to ignore his boner want for more.

He's gotten good at that.

But, if you decide to press forward, putting more heat into the kiss, Loki will happily oblige.

Loki moves his hand a little higher up your leg, gently squeezing your mid/lower thigh.

He'll swipe his skilled tongue across your lips, a warning before he dips his tongue into your mouth, pressing against yours.

Loki will gently push you down onto your back, a growl leaving him as he climbs over your body, his lips crashing with yours non-stop.

"Fuckin' perfect."

"Look so good under me,"

"You taste so good, Darling."

Loki never fails to praise you.

Even if it's not a turn on for you, it definitely is for him.

He'll grip your cheek with one hand, gently holding you in place as he assaults your mouth with kisses and nips (although he doesn't hold you so tight you can't move away, he never would, he doesn't want to hurt you. Ever.)

Speaking of that, Loki's lustful love bites don't stop at your shoulders.

Loki gently bites on your bottom lip, pulling back slightly, sucking on your lip before going back to kissing you.

The hand that isn't holding your face, runs up your body, his slender fingers wrapping around your neck, barely squeezing the sides every now and again. Never enough to hurt you.

Loki will keep you on your toes, randomly squeezing your neck or biting your lip.

He knows that unfortunately, even though he never wants to stop kissing your perfect lips, you do need to breathe. Bummer.

His lips will hesitantly leave yours, but will never leave you.

Loki will travel his kisses to your jaw, biting and sucking at your skin, going for all your sensitive spots.

"Wanna make you scream for me, Love."

Loki loves his dirty talk. So do you.

"Gonna worship you."

Loki isn't lying when he says that– He takes his sweet time.

Loki will move from your jaw to your neck, resting his tongue flat against the hollow of your throat, then licking a strip up to your chin.

"Taste so sweet."

He'll suck, bite, kiss, and lick your neck, never leaving one spot untouched, unappreciated.

"Gods, Darling, you are incredible."

Somehow, you're usually not entirely sure when, your shirt came off.

Now, Loki is sucking on one of his many love bites on your shoulder from earlier.

"Divinity in itself,"

Loki's praises never cease as he starts to kiss your sternum, his hand still occasionally squeezing your neck, often in time with small bites.

"I love you so much, sweet thing."

Loki will kiss and nip his way down your stomach from your abdomen, looking you in the eyes as he makes his way towards his prize, pulling your pants down your body.

"Valhalla..."

Thank you for reading my silly little head canons!

The dividers are not mine, made by Firefly-graphics.

[kittenintheden]

Introducing: The Longest Night A BG3 Winter Big Bang Fic

An Astarion/Ori (Tav) fic by kittenandtheden with art by Tinosawrus/Valentino @keekie (and bonus kitten art)

In the swirling snow of faraway mountains, a magical manor sits nestled in isolation. Its original vampire master fell to the knives of his spawn a century ago, and a new lord takes his place -- the cold, untouchable Astarion Ancunín, who severs himself from civilization, his heart cursed to be hard as stone.

In a warm village nearby, a bard named Ori ventures into the mountains to slay an old evil and finds herself pulled into a bargain -- her lifeblood in exchange for shelter from a winter storm that will never end.

But there are things warmer than winter, stronger than stone, and more powerful than a long-standing curse.

A sweet-and-spicy fairy tale with flavors of The Snow Queen, Howl's Moving Castle, and Labyrinth.

Coming your way with a chapter every few days, starting this week! Chapter 1 available now!!

[misslavenderlady]

How the Lost Boys are with hugs 🤗💕

Whether it's giving hugs or getting them, the boys each have their own unique reactions to the act of hugging.

David 🖤

He enjoys enticing others into coming to him. Loyalty and companionship mean the world to him, and he loves showing others just what he can offer them. Usually, his go-to secret weapon is the power of touch. After all, he couldn't stop putting his arm around Michael.

Despite his intimidating appearance, David can be quite affectionate. If you ask for a hug, he's more than happy to provide it. He can't fight the smirk on his face as he holds his arms out wide, commanding for you to come to him. He'll gently wrap his arms around your body, patting your back with one hand and running his fingers through your hair with the other. He'll whisper promises to keep you safe and let you know he'll take the best care of you. It's all a part of his game of wrapping you in his web.

Here's the thing. Although David is smug and cunning when you need a hug from him, he's quite the opposite when you're the one who says he needs a hug. If you go up to him and give him a hug without warning, he'll be shocked. Maybe even a little offended that you dared to touch without permission. But if you say something sweet like "I don't think you're a monster, David" or "it's okay. I want to help you feel better" then he's gonna turn into a big softie.

He's very lonely deep down. He'd be nothing without his boys, and he's always wanting to grow the family, just like Max was. Like father, like son. The problem is that with people like Star and Michael, he has to get them with deception and control. He's afraid they'll leave him otherwise, though he would never admit it. If you were to willingly give your love, especially with a hug, he's going to absolutely melt.

One bonus thing is that his coat is quite soft and warm. If you go in for a hug, then you're getting an extra blanket too.

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Marko 💚

The best way to describe Marko's relationship with hugs is how a spicy, feral kitten acts when it first meets a human. If he doesn't know you well, he is throwing hands if you try to hug him. He'll punch, scratch, yell, maybe even hiss if you try to touch him.

It takes him a while to trust people. Like....a LONG while. He's David's second in command, and insanely clingy towards him, Dwayne and Paul. If he feels like someone is trying to intrude on their gang and try to get too buddy-buddy, he's not having it. He won't even speak to you, let alone accept a hug.

Now on the other hand, if he IS friends with you, then he goes from feral cat to purring kitty. He loves to nuzzle your neck when getting a hug. Giggles if you do the same with him. Marko also likes to massage you while giving a hug. Rubbing your back, kneading your hips, just adding a little extra special attention to make it special.

So long as you're patient with him, it's so worth it in the end to get a hug from the guy. Just be understanding if he doesn't do it too often. It takes a lot out of him, so he'll usually opt for a side hug instead.

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Dwayne ❤️

Kind of similar to Marko. If Dwayne doesn't know you well, you are NOT allowed to touch him. He'll stare you down with daggers in his eyes as a way to warn you to stay away from him. Same goes for his boys. If you don't know the gang and you try to hug one of them, he's going to step in as their personal bodyguard to make sure you don't get near them.

That's not to say it's impossible to get him to put his walls down. Quite the opposite, really. Dwayne's an excellent judge of character, and can figure out quite easily whether you're friend or foe. If he ends up seeing that you're not a threat and that you just want affection, then he's switching off his guard dog mode.

He's incredibly welcoming with hugs. Dwayne will hold you close, making sure to be gentle with you. He'll be more than happy to lift you up into his arms and let you wrap your legs around him. Go full koala mode on this boy, and he will not mind in the slightest. He actually thinks clinginess is incredibly cute.

Dwayne is also big on cuddling if he's in a bad mood and needs some T.L.C. to feel better. If you offer a hug, he's going full lap dog on you. Laying on your chest, your lap, whatever you offer. He'll wrap his strong arms around you and keep you in place so he can feel the warmth of your hugs. Also, if you play with his hair, he'll immediately fall in love with you.

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Paul 💙

Paul is the biggest love muffin of the group. He's also the most handsy. He doesn't need any formal introductions for welcoming a hug. In fact, he's probably going to greet you the first time WITH a hug rather than a traditional handshake. If he thinks you're cute, he's going in with open arms and a big, goofy grin.

He love to lift others up into the air and spin them around before giving them a squeeze. He's just got so much energy built up, and is more than happy to share some love. If he's attracted to you, prepare to get some extra intimate touches too. Paul doesn't believe in "look, but don't touch".

Prepare to rarely get a moment of peace to yourself. The thing about Paul is that he's a little bit clingy due to attachment issues. He's very affectionate because in his human life, he didn't get the love he desperately needed in his life. He was surrounded by pain and cruelty, and he doesn't want that for the pack mates he cares so deeply for. He's scared he'll lose that love if he doesn't express if often.

Giving him a hug is wonderful, but using words of affirmation to show your love and adoration are even better. Things like "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise" may even get him a little emotional. But it's okay. He's the kindest one in the gang, and he'll return the love you give.