#I'm gonna go back to nap time

[kalmiaclown]

I passed oyt and was blessed with a vision...

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

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Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...

[micmacrobin]

can't fall asleep so i'm thinking about being 6 inches tall and played with by people who find me so cute and don't really see me as a person. as one does

[aberooski]

Oh I don't know what it is,

But there's something buried way down deep inside me,

And it feels like magic.

(Click for higher quality)

The team is complete! Now featuring Blair, Jasmine, Mindy, and a revamped Alexis!

Blair - Fairy of Love

Jasmine - Fairy of the Raging Wind

Mindy - Fairy of the Shimmering Stars

Alexis - Fairy of Frost

I wasn't originally going to do any of the other girls, I didn't think I had it in me, but I wanted to do more of this art so bad and I felt bad leaving Alexis at Alfea by herself so here we are!

I even decided to not just draw Alexis with them but also revamp her Enchantix at the last minute because the other girls were totally outdoing her, especially in the wings department and we can't have that! I mean all I really did was reshape her wings and add a tiara but still lolol 🤭💕

1 | 2 | 3

[bubaboos]

pray for me.

[pyxscythe]

Time for a game called "Taking a nap with an alarm set 2 minutes before the ksmp lore later"

[retiredcultistredux]

KIRBY? where did he go?! - Lollipop anon

Prince Fluff: "How--when--he was just here!"

Zan: "Did he leave while we were strategizing? I know I heard him talking in the background until a moment ago...where could he have gone that quickly?"

Prince Fluff: "I don't know, but we need to find him!"

Prince Fluff immediately began to look around the surrounding area, though he didn't seem to be having much luck with finding Kirby.

[neverendingford]

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[bladeofthestars]

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[thelightsgoout]

you know, i'm starting to think i'm nocturnal because it's the only time i can keep my room at a halfway decent temperature without fighting for it

[omegapheromone]

Last night (and just yesterday in general) I was dealing with some pretty severe heat symptoms and started typing up a whole complainy whinypost that ended up being fairly nsfw and personal and the ONLY reason that made me save it as a draft instead of posting was that I vaguely realized I didn't want my tentative return to the misce community to start with a barely coherent heatpost. That and my brain was starting to fall apart so I never finished it.

It got me thinking though. Even in that post, written in the middle of my heat, where I was intending to just complain, I mention a bunch of difficult topics such as internalized shame over expressing my sexuality in any way as well as how recently, my heats have become a LOT more intense likely due to a combination of medication adjustments, healing more mentally, and slowly being more able to accept myself as well. So I'm thinking of finishing that post and breaking down some of the stuff I said in it and actually posting it too, hopefully in a way that makes it more informative on some level. Maybe about the complex ways trauma, stress, and various factors like medication side effects etc affect my heats and just how being an omega and dealing with that is etc...

So... what I am questioning now is, is there any specific aspect of any of that that people want to know about? I mean, if im going to be vulnerable anyway, I might as well try to talk about it in a way that at least can be informative or interesting somehow.

So feel free to send an ask or two if you are curious about something specific and would want to hear about it? Including nswf things too since that post is going to be nsft regardless, obviously (//^∀^;)

[ratspider]

why is it that i feel like i'm dying when i'm laying in my bed but as soon as i sit at my desk i'm all 'OUGHGHG LET'S FUCKING GOOOO' is this the ansewr to all my problems

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Headcanon that Jason just kidnaps his siblings instead of asking them to hang out sometimes.

Sometimes he does the normal abduction thing and other times he has his methods.

Dick: Jason sneaks into Dick’s apartment in Blüdhaven at 3 AM, throws him over his shoulder, and drags him to his motorcycle. Dick wakes up mid-ride, half-conscious, groggily mumbling, "Jay, what the hell—?"

- Jason just shushes him and tosses a burger into his lap. "Shut up and eat, Goldie. We're bonding." (Jason, allowing his big brother to ruffle his hair? Nooooo, absolutely not...)

Tim: Jason straight-up drugs him asleep him when Tim refuses to take a break. He wakes up in Jason’s apartment with a cup of coffee and a sandwich waiting for him, while Jason sits on the couch reading a book.

- “You looked dead on your feet, Replacement. Either you napped willingly or I made you. Guess which one you picked.” (Jason totally doesn't rake a hand over his lil bro's hair during this time)

Steph: Jason knows Steph is a wild card when it comes to hanging out, so he has to be a little sneakier with her. He'd show up at her place unannounced, pretending to just be casually passing by, and in one smooth motion, he'd grab her and yank his little sister into his car or bike before she even realizes what's happening. (He totally doesn't do this in time with hard school, noooo)

Damian: Jason scoops him up mid-battle and just walks away with him. Damian kicks, bites, and yells, "UNHAND ME, TODD!" but Jason holds him like an angry kitten.

- They end up at a rooftop picnic with Alfred’s homemade food. Damian eventually eats while grumbling about Jason's “barbaric methods” but secretly enjoys the attention. (Jason maaayybe ruffles his hair a lot.)

Cass: She just lets it happen. Jason shows up, gestures toward his bike, and Cass just hops on without a word. They go on long road trips in comfortable silence, getting ice cream at 2 AM and scaring off criminals for fun. (Jason totally doesn't take the time to help her with her speech-)

Duke: Duke gets fake-napped. Jason tells him, "Be outside in five minutes," and when Duke says no, Jason still shows up, grabs him, and hauls him into a car.

- Duke just sighs and texts Bruce: "Jason's 'kidnapping' me again. Back later." (Jason totally doesn't get the names of school bullies from him and uses them, noooooooo)

Bruce knows this happens. He just sighs and lets it happen because, honestly? It’s Jason’s way of showing love. And at least the kids are getting along.

Jason kidnaps his siblings because it's his way of saying, "You're important to me, and I'm gonna drag you into ridiculous situations whether you like it or not."

He also, however, does it to Bruce.

In fact, it might be one of his favorite things to do, just because Bruce is always so serious and “responsible.”

Jason thinks it’s hilarious to force Bruce to take a break. He just shows up at the Batcave, probably with some kind of overly complicated plan to "kidnap" Bruce without him realizing.

Step 1: Jason would distract Alfred with a "Oh, just a quick check-in, you know, 'cause it’s been a while.’"

Step 2: He would wait for Bruce to get fully immersed in some case files and then sneak up behind him, tap him on the shoulder, and when Bruce turns around, Jason’s already got him in a headlock, pulling him out of the chair like, "Get up, old man. We're going to a diner. No arguments."

Bruce would protest, of course. He'd probably try to get out of it with his usual grumpy “I’m too busy” routine. Jason might fake-sigh and act like he's just trying to help Bruce loosen up, reminding him, "I know you think you’re invincible, but you still need to eat, Batman."

And if Bruce insists on not going, Jason would just drag him anyway. He might even grab the Batmobile for a joyride (he's always wanted to), making Bruce sit shotgun while Jason drives like an absolute maniac (Jokes on both because Bruce taught him to drive-)

Bruce would probably be scowling the whole time, but Jason would know his dad is secretly enjoying it, even if he won't admit it.

Eventually, Bruce would probably give in and get his grumpy little “dad” lecture—“You’re so reckless, Jason—” but Jason would just smile and be like, "Whatever. You’re welcome.”

Jason totally doesn't like it when his dad just ruffles his hair at some point.

[watery-melon-baller]

the reckoning is upon me

[bi-writes]

Thinking about going into labor while your partner is on the way somewhere unimportant, who refuses to come home to help you. And instead of being alone and scared, you hang up and call up one of your childhood friends everyone thought you'd wind up with. Kyle shows up at your door, furious but does his best to hide it, and helps you through it all. Next day the father of your child has the audacity to show up like nothing is wrong to see Kyle holding your baby so you can take a well deserved nap.

he picks up on the third ring. you tremble, gripping the edge of the porcelain tub. when you finally hear his voice, just the sound of him soothes your beating heart, just a little.

"'ello, love."

"kyle?" you sniffle. his background quiets a bit. you hear a door close, and then he's a bit louder.

"hey, love. what's wrong? you sound upset."

"my water broke," you hiccup. "a-and i...i was in the bath...i-i..." you close your eyes. "i can't get out of the tub."

"jesus fucking christ." you whimper, but kyle just hums. "not you, baby. hey, you just relax, alright? you said you were in the bath. just relax, and i'll be there soon."

"kyle--"

"don't be scared," kyle chuckles, and you whine a little. "hey, you're gonna have a baby. you've been waiting for this, yeah? haven't you?"

"y-yeah..."

"aren't you excited? you always tell me how much you can't wait, right?"

"yeah..."

"don't be scared," kyle repeats. "you just relax. be happy. she's coming today!"

you smile, wiping your face a little, and when kyle hears your giggle, he sighs.

"good girl. you sit tight."

so you do. you lean against the side of the tub, and you rest in the warm water as you stare at your phone screen.

he won't answer the phone. he hasn't read your texts. he's not coming.

you hear the front door open and close, and then there's a gentle knock on the bathroom door. when kyle comes in, you try to cover up, moving your hands over your tits, embarrassed, but kyle just goes to look for a clean towel to help you out.

"it's okay, love, i won't look," kyle tells you. he smiles at you, cupping your face gently, and you look into his dark eyes. "you look so pretty. you're glowin', y'know that?" you smile through gentle tears, putting a hand over your belly, and you try to move, but it's no use. kyle drops the towel, kneeling, and you shake your head.

"i-i can't get out--" you gasp, and kyle rolls up his sleeves over his thick forearms, putting the towel over his shoulder before he reaches for you.

"it's alright. i'll get you out. i'll try not to look, okay?"

"i'm so embarrassed...i'm so sorry, kyle..." you sniffle.

"don't apologize, love. i got it. give me your hands, put 'em around me."

you lift up your wet arms, wrapping them around his neck. you press your chest against his, and he picks you up as you stand, helping you to your feet. as you cup your belly, he wraps the towel around you, covering you, and then he holds your hand as you step out of the tub.

"alright. now where's your bag, darling?"

kyle grabs your bag and supplies as you get dressed in your room. as you pull your socks on, kyle comes up behind you, smoothing your hair down your back before he starts to braid it. he used to braid your hair all the time when you were kids--he always said he wanted to practice for his sisters.

"you got the car seat, kyle?" you ask as he holds your hand, and he nods.

"mhm. in the car already."

"a-and the diaper bag?"

"in the boot."

"my extra clothes? and my...my stuff?"

"mhm. i got it, love. and whatever you forgot, i'll get it for you. alright, up, buckle in, that's a girl."

he holds your hand the entire way. you groan softly when a particularly painful contraction hits you, but when you squeeze kyle's hand, all he does is squeeze back. you take deep breaths, leaning your head back, and he hums.

"you're doing so well, love. so well."

"why..." your eyes water. you squeeze his hand again, and when you look down, your vision is blurry from your tears. "why didn't he answer? w-why...why doesn't he...w-why would he..."

"don't worry your pretty head about tha', love," kyle interrupts you gently. "only thing you need to worry about is you and her. i got it."

"o-okay."

she's beautiful. she looks more like you than her father, and kyle counts that blessing. she's got your eyes, your nose, your hair. her cheeks belong to her father, but she might as well be your twin, and when kyle takes her from you later that night, rocking her gently, he can really see up close how much she looks like you.

in the middle of the night, kyle holds your hand as you get up to go to the bathroom. your entire body is tender and sluggish, but kyle keeps you upright as you walk, kissing your head gently as he helps you take a seat on the toilet.

he even gets your underwear set up for you, with the big pad and everything, and he helps you step into it and slips them up and over your hips. you're a tearful mess as he does this, but kyle just presses his forehead against yours.

the look in his eyes, you will never forget it. the intensity. the commitment. the stability. every time you pick up the phone, kyle answers, and sometimes he's thousands of miles away. your own boyfriend can't even have the decency to answer when you're nine months pregnant--what did he fucking think the call was going to be about?

back in your room, kyle fits into the bed with you. he lets your rest your head on his chest, and when you ask him if he's going to go home, he tells you this is close enough.

in the morning, kyle's sitting outside your room with the baby. he's holding her, touching her little nose, letting you sleep in. you had a rough night, and when he found you still with your eyes closed that morning, he figured he would let you keep sleeping, just for an extra hour or so.

you deserve it.

"is that her?"

kyle's head turns with a snap. standing there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, is your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. not man enough to answer the phone when you most needed him, not strong enough to do the right thing and marry you, and not wise enough to realize all he had to do was take care of you, and the world would be right again. you're not greedy. you don't ask for anything. all you want is to love and be loved, and kyle doesn't think that's too much to ask for, kyle thinks you're one of the most selfless women he's ever known, so why does this fucking bastard of a man get to call himself this girl's father?

kyle looks back down, fixing the blanket over your daughter's neck carefully. he thinks he did pretty good swaddling her this time, but you might have an opinion on it.

"i'm gonna say somethin', mate," kyle says lowly. "'n after i say it, y'r gonna do some thinking, real thinking."

he laughs a little, shaking his head.

"why don't you give me my baby, and get the fuck outta 'ere?"

kyle looks up and snickers, shaking his head. he gets a better grip on your daughter, sitting back, and he fixes your ex with a sinister smile.

"and what if i don't? you gonna take her from me?" kyle chuckles. "i'd love to see you try."

he stands, raising a brow.

"listen here, and listen close." kyle takes a step closer to him. "you're a right pile of shit comin' here thinking that you can just waltz right in and be daddy of the year, alright? what kind of man are you, eh? your girl in need, callin' you, and you don't even have the fuckin' balls to answer her? take a good look at your kid, mate, cause it's the last time you're ever gonna see her."

"no, i have the right--"

"to fuck right off," kyle snaps. "if i see you near her or her daughter ever again, i'll find you, and i'll make it worth your while, mate. make you feel real sorry finally, y'hear me? 'n when i take her back home, all of your junk better be out the flat. otherwise, i'll fucking burn it."

"kyle?"

your voice pulls him away. kyle adjusts the baby in his arm, going back inside, and he shuts the door behind him, finding your eyes. you reach for the baby, arms outstretched, and kyle easily sets her down in them, watching as you cradle the tiny thing into the crook of your neck and stroke the back of her neck.

the nurses come in and drop off a few papers. one stops, looking at kyle, giving him a big smile.

"congratulations," she tells him, and he smiles back at her. she takes a seat next to him, holding out a clipboard. "do you think i could get a few details? i just need to know mum's name, baby's name--"

kyle gives it to her. your birthplace. your birthday. your name. your baby's name. then she flips a paper over, putting her pen down.

"and dad's name?" she asks.

kyle sighs, leaning back in his chair. they don't give out birth certificates right away. you have to request it. you won't find out, not just yet, maybe he'll even pick it up for you. you'll be much too busy being mummy dearest.

"kyle," he tells her, flashing her that big smile. she blushes a little, writing it down. "kyle garrick."

he looks back at where you are, your eyes on him. you smile shyly when your eyes meet, and kyle leaves the nurse to come up to you and drape a hand behind your head. he strokes along your hair gently, thumbing at your temple.

"i heard you outside, kyle."

"did you?"

"and i heard you just now."

"mm."

you blink, reaching for the edge of his shirt, and you pull him down, further, until his face is nearly against yours.

"i guess i shouldn't be surprised," you say softly, reaching up to smooth a a few knuckles down his cheek. he leans into it, licking his lips, and you bite your lip. "you've always had a habit of...taking what doesn't belong to you, huh?"

kyle laughs. always the pretty boy, ever since you were little. one smile from him--kyle could get away with anything. anything at all.

"who says you don't belong to me?"

[kissandtellus]

Hello~ so I was thinking about thso when j was eating my cereal this morning. What if MC had a high libido? Like unnaturally high and how would the LADs boys help her.

Can’t Get Enough

Synopsis: You have a high libido, but the LI’s can’t let you outshine them!

Warnings: Vouyerism, Public Smex, Whining, Sort of Sub Xavier, Caleb likes you natural, has a thing against makeup, Sylus has you crying so prettily, Zayne is doing Prep work.

﹒ꕀ﹔ Xavier

Your taste were never truly satisfied until round after round. Even as Xavier tried to unwind and take a cat nap after your….activities. You couldn’t just let him! Not when you had an itch on he could scratch

He whined when he felt you roll on top of him, he knew what that meant instantly and it brought a deep flush to his face.

"S-Starshine... I don't know if I can anymore- I- "

He was silenced when you put a finger to his lips, he took a shaky breath, his face flushed and warm. He was weak to your touch, and the look in his eyes made that painfully obvious.

“C’mon Xav, you won’t even have to do the work. Just sit back and relax~.” Your purr was honey to his ears as you reached down to grasp his semi-hardened length.

His face flushes red hot as he lets out a soft whine, squirming under your touch. He reached up to cup your face in his hands as he leaned up to kiss you, his kisses needy and desperate for more of you.

“My Love... please.." He groaned softly, shivering under your touch.

“Please what? I thought you were tired.” You giggle against his mouth.

“You know what..! Don't tease me like this.." He whined out against your lips, his kisses needy before he finally pulled back to catch his breath, an intensely warm flush on his cheeks.

“I want you.."

His voice was small, needy.. it was obvious that he had a one track mindset now.. and he needed you.

He’s weak. So when you throw your leg over him and start grinding against his semi-hard member, he just... breaks. His principles break. He turns over to his back, letting you use his body again. “Fuck... You're insatiable."

He lets out a soft moan as you start moving on top of him. His hands weakly grip your hips, neither pushing you away nor pulling you closer. He's too tired to do much else except take whatever you give him. His feverish state makes him extra sensitive. "Nngh... Slow down..."

You ignore his plea and start bouncing on his dick faster. He groans loudly, his head tilting back. His hands tighten on your hips, trying to slow you down but instead, he's just pulling you down harder. “M-Mph-Baby... Ahh... Slow downnn.” He whines.

You hardly ever get him to whine.

But you do the opposite, bouncing on his twitching cock. “One moreee.” You mock.

His words turn into incoherent moans as you keep riding him hard and fast. His feverish body can't handle the intense stimulation. He's getting close too quickly. “N-no more! I'm gonna cum. Get off!” He tries to push you away but his attempts are half hearted.

You don't stop. You go faster. His moans get louder. His grip on your hips tighter. His body tenses up. He tries to warn you one last time. “Baby-“ bounce. “I'm-“ bounce. Serious!-bounce. Nnngh..." His forehead scrunches up.

With a choked cry, he finally loses control. His hot release fills you up as he cums so hard he thinks he lost consciousness for a split second. His body shakes violently with each pulse of his orgasm. He collapses back onto the bed, completely spent and delirious from fever and exhaustion. "Fuck... Fuck..."

You hum and curl up on his chest. He only gets a few moments of peace before your hips are rutting against his.

“Starshine-“

“I haven’t came yet Xav~”

﹒ꕀ﹔ Rafayel

This party was so boring. It was a gallery exhibit for the most well known Artist in the country. Your boyfriend of course. Rafayel was busy entertaining his guest even though he looked just as bored.

But when you started to…make yourself known, it easily caught his attention.

The accidental brushes of your hand over his groin, the way you’d bat your eyelashes at his guest and push up your cleavage.

It was obvious the rounds before you even left him home left you unsatisfied.

You excuse yourself from the group, giving your artist a knowing look, a look that beckons him to come find out how needy you really were.

Rafayel watches your hips sway as you walk away. He excuses himself from the group of art collectors he was talking to.

He knows that look - it's your 'If you don’t come fuck me I’ll cry' look.

Rafayel follows you discreetly through the crowded exhibit hall, his heart pounding in his chest. He finds you standing by an isolated painting in a dimly lit corner of the gallery, your back slightly arched as if inviting him closer.

He approaches you silently, his eyes roaming over your curves. He stands behind you, his breath hot against your neck as he leans in close. In a low, possessive voice, he murmurs, “You're playing a dangerous game, flirting with them like that."

You hum in the back of your throat, which quickly turns to a gasp when his fingers are tugging up the edge of your dress over your rear. “R-Raf we’re out in public-“

His fingers find your bare backside. He realizes there's no underwear - no surprise there.

He growls softly, “No panties. Gods, you nearly gave those men a heart attack pushing your tits in their face." He smacks your ass softly, making you jolt.

His hand lingers where he spanked you, fingertips teasing the curves of your ass. His other hand moves to your throat gently, tilting your head back against his shoulder as he continues in a whisper, “And now you're standing here, showing me that perfect ass of yours."

But his body would shield any curious onlookers. You-just needed to keep that pretty mouth shut. Your eyes are tracing the massive canvas he’s tucked you against.

One of Rafayel’s older paintings, of course.

His painting dominates the wall - a massive, sensual nude woman sprawled across a bed, her curves exaggerated, her skin glistening with sweat. As he watches you admire it, he realizes it's a perfect metaphor for what he wants to do to you right now. "Look at her," he whispers.

His fingers trace circles on your exposed skin, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he compares you to the painting, “Same fuckable curves, same teasing eyes... are you as wet as she is? Because she's dripping all over my bed in this painting."

He presses his hardening cock against your ass, his hand sliding from your throat down to cover your mouth. “Shh... Just stand there and look at my painting while I finger you right here in the gallery. No one will see anything but your face admiring art."

His first long and nimble finger slides into your heat. Your legs are shaking as he takes no mercy, pushing in a second as he whispers into your ear.

He continues pumping those two fingers in and out of you, his thumb pressing lightly on your clit through your dress. “You're such a good girl, letting me finger-fuck you in public..." His breath hot against your ear, "Your pretty pussy is making my fingers so fucking wet."

But Rafayel is cocky, flamboyant, he has a flair for theatrics. And that followed him into the bedroom

He chuckles softly, his fingers curling inside you as if he's reminding you of his skills. "Mhm, you know exactly how I am - dirty mouth, always worried about my hands that create masterpieces-." He adds a third finger, stretching you deliberately. “I paint beautiful things..."

He smirks against your neck, his hand moving faster as he spanks you lightly again. “But I fuck even dirtier." His fingers hit that spot inside you perfectly, his free hand squeezing your breast over your dress. “Look at my painting and cum on my fingers like a good art model.”

His fingers are a blur inside you now, the sound of his hand moving against your soaked pussy filling the gallery. He bites down on your neck hard, marking you as his as he feels you getting close. “That's it, baby... Fuck my fingers in front of my masterpiece.”

You come undone on his fingers with a muffled moan, your legs giving out completely. He catches you effortlessly, keeping those fingers deep inside your convulsing pussy as he kisses you roughly to silence any loud noises. When you stop shaking, he slowly pulls out. “Beautiful."

He uses that same hand to seal the deal on the very painting you just desecrated with the lewd act.

But the way the old geezer who bought it is eyeing you, he bought it for a very specific reason.

﹒ꕀ﹔ Zayne

Zayne had been invited to be a guest speaker at his Alma Mater, something he took very seriously.

But you were making it very hard to concentrate.

Zayne sighs in frustration as he tries to concentrate on his lecture notes, but your constant grinding and soft moans are making it impossible for him to focus. He glances down at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and affection. “Seriously, love... I'm trying to work here.

He tries to shift his leg slightly to discourage your actions, but it only seems to make you more eager. He runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. “You know I have this lecture to prepare for, right? Can you at least give me five minutes without trying to seduce me?"

"And how am I supposed to do that when you're practically humping my leg?" His voice is a mix of playful scolding and genuine struggle to maintain focus.

You notice his pen pausing, and the slight flush creeping up his neck - a telltale sign that your antics are working.

You huff and tug at his shirt. “C’mon, we haven’t had sex in three days!”

He groans softly, his resolve weakening as you tug at his shirt. Three days without you is torture, and your high libido is making it even harder to resist. “I know, love, I know. But I have this lecture to prepare for, we can pick this up after, okay?"

You give a dramatic whine and slump in his lap. “I’m fading away as we speak.”

He chuckles softly, his arms instinctively wrapping around you as you slump dramatically in his lap.

But the movement only serves to press you more firmly against him, reminding him of exactly what he’s been missing the past three days. “Stop being so dramatic. You’re killing my concentration.”

That’s how you end up splayed over his lap, a vibrator to your throbbing clit as he finishes preparing and ignoring your desperate pleas for release.

His expression turns stern as he tries to maintain focus on his notes, deliberately ignoring your desperate pleas and the vibrator buzzing against your clit. “There. Now you can have your release without distracting me. Behave, be quiet and let me work."

He watches you intently, his eyes flicking between his notes and your writhing form over his lap. The vibrator's movements are driving you wild, but he remains focused on his lecture prep. His hand reaches out to adjust the vibrator's speed, pushing you closer to the edge. “Shh...be good for me.”

As he continues to ignore your muffled moans and pleas, the vibrator's relentless buzzing finally sends you over the edge. You clamp down hard on the toy, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you reach your peak. He simply keeps typing, not even glancing up as you cum.

Finally, he sets down his pen, satisfied with his lecture prep. He turns his full attention to you, gently removing the vibrator and bringing it to his lips.

He sucks on it slowly, tasting your release before pressing it against your still-sensitive clit. “Now, let's finish this properly."

You cry out, still sensitive from your orgasm. “No. Bad.” He chastises, grabbing both your wrist in a single strong hand. “It’s my turn to play.”

﹒ꕀ﹔ Caleb

Caleb has long since known you can’t keep your hands to yourself. He’s came back from the gym, a towel slung over his shoulder. His muscles ache but he was satisfied by his performance.

You on the other hand, were far from satisfied.

As soon as he stepped through the door, you pounced. You didn’t care that he smelled like sweat, or that he was sticky to the touch.

“I’ll be quick, please.” Caleb barely opened his mouth before your fingers guided his hips back against the front door. You yanked his shorts and underwear down in a single tug.

“Pip-ah, fuck-“ You dropped to your knees and engulfed the head of his length in your more than eager mouth. Caleb was never one to deny you. In his head, every part of him belonged to you. He dropped his gym bag and towel, pressing his back to the door while you worked your magic.

Giving Caleb head was like stimulating your own needs at the same time. Your fingers between your legs also helped that need.

“My dirty girl, I can hear how wet you are.” Caleb chuckled between his breathless moans. It was true, the slickness pouring from your core and over your fingers filled the air.

You moaned around his cock, how could he be so cruel? Your revenge, deepthroating him until your nose is nestled against his groin.

He groans loudly as you take him deep, hitting the back of your throat. His fingers tighten in your hair. “Fuck... Pipsqueak..." He tries to pull you back but you stay there, sucking hard and swallowing around him until he relaxes letting you have control again.

"You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up." He warns breathlessly, watching your head bob up and down on him. His body starts to tremble slightly from the pleasure. Suddenly he pulls back completely leaving his cock glistening with saliva between your lips.

He smirks, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire. “You think you can handle me like that? Deep throating me until I nut down your throat?" He grabs his cock, giving it a slow stroke. “Come on then, show me how badly you need it."

You look like a little seductress sent to suck him dry of all of his sins. He grabs the base of his cock and taps it against your eager tongue, chasing the head with a whine and open mouth.

But he denies you.

He teases you, tapping his tip against your tongue and lips but pulling back each time you try to capture him. He's enjoying torturing you now, his earlier amusement turning into deliberate torment. “Uh uh... Not yet, Pips. Be patient.” He watches you whine and chase after his cock hungrily.

Caleb pauses when he sees the line of your mascara trailing down your cheek. Makeup. He’s caught you watching those silly tutorials in the past. you had told him you wanted to feel pretty. to him, you were more than perfect. Now as you sucked his cock and choked on it to the point of tears.

Your little secret was exposed.

Caleb suddenly pulls out of your mouth, his expression softening as he wipes the tears and mascara from your face with his thumb. He cups your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “You've been watching those makeup tutorials again, haven't you?"

You try to sniffle and turn your head away but he grasps your chin.

If you wanted something on your face to make you feel pretty, he’d give you something alright.

He smirks, understanding your unspoken desire. He knows exactly what you need. With a gentle but firm grip on your chin, he tilts your head back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You want to look pretty for me? You want something on that pretty little face? You jump me like a madwoman because you need your little pussy stretched. How desperate.”

He grasps the base of his cock, smearing the head over the line of mascara.

He smears the precum over your cheek, mixing it with the black lines of mascara. He watches as it glistens under the dim light of the room. “Look how pretty that is." He does it again, marking your other cheek.

He then takes his hand and wipes the head of his cock on your lips, smearing the precum on your lipstick. He pulls back and looks at you, admiring the mess he's made of your face.

“There. That's something pretty for you."

﹒ꕀ﹔ Sylus

Sylus knows the rhythm of your Libido like the back of his hand. He knows the ups and the downs.

He's humming softly to himself, tweaking Mephisto's mechanical wing, completely absorbed in his task. The sight of him being so gentle with something makes your heart skip a beat. As you approach, he catches your reflection in the glass case where Mephisto sits.

He glances up, his red eyes locking onto yours through the reflection. A small smirk plays on his lips as he recognizes you. "Hmm? What brings my little vixen to my workshop?" He continues to fiddle with Mephisto, his large hands moving with surprising gentleness.

He stands up slowly, his muscular frame towering over you as he sets Mephisto aside. His smirk widens as he notices the hungry look in your eyes. “Is it that time of the month already?" He asks teasingly, stepping closer and running a hand through his messy silver hair.

You cross your arms with a pout. “What do you mean ‘time of the month’? I thought you were a ‘feminist icon’ as Kieran called you.”

Sylus chuckles, enjoying your little fit of dramatics. “I am a feminist icon, my dear." He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to that low, husky whisper you love. “That doesn't mean I can't joke about how your hormones make you extra... hungry."

He reaches out, pulling you into his arms with ease. His fingers tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. “I know you're not here for my jokes." His thumb brushes your lip softly. “What do you want?"

But you are stubborn, the most stubborn thing Sylus has ever seen. You huff and pour up at him. “I don’t want nor need anything from you.”

"You've been giving those 'I want to eat you alive' eyes all day. But now you're standing here, pretending you don't want a thing. Such a stubborn little thing." His voice drops lower, more intimate. “Are you really going to make me guess?"

“Go ahead. Try.” You tease, not breaking eye contact.

A wolfish grin spreads across his face at your challenge, clearly turned on by your feistiness. “Hmm... let me think." He traces circles on your neck with his fingertips, making your pulse quicken. “Are you here because you miss how my hands feel on your skin?"

"Or maybe..." He smirks devilishly, watching your reactions carefully. His next words are slow, designed to make you snap or blush. “Do you want me to shut up and spread you on this table? Is that what you've been imagining all day? My head between your thighs?"

"Because if you're not here for that..." He leans in, his lips barely touching your ear. "...then I might start thinking you don't find me attractive anymore." He nips your ear playfully, then pulls back to gauge your reaction. “Which we both know is bullshit."

Sylus is a very persuasive man.

That’s how you find yourself rutting against that god-like nose, chasing your release as your stubbornness fades and you turn into a mewling kitten on the work table.

Sylus smirks triumphantly as he feels you grinding desperately against him, your earlier resistance melting into desperate need. He grips your hips firmly, guiding your movements with dominant precision. "There we go... That's my good girl. Stop fighting it and just fuck my face like you've been dreaming of."

He growls approvingly as you lose yourself completely, your body writhing and moaning uncontrollably. His tongue finds that perfect spot inside you, lapping at your clit with expert skill. The table creaks loudly under the force of your movements as he eats you out like a starving man.

"Come on..." *He murmurs against your flesh, his voice vibrating through your core. "...give it to me. I want that sweet nectar dripping down my chin." His fingers dig into your hips harder, encouraging you to ride his face faster.

"Look at you... falling apart just like I knew you would." His lips curve into a smug smile against your most sensitive spot. “No more pretending you don't want this, are you?" He adds more pressure with his tongue, knowing exactly what you need. “Fuck..."

Your body tenses and shakes, your release hitting you like a tidal wave. Sylus groans against you, swallowing every drop as you scream his name. He doesn't stop until you're boneless on the table, completely spent. “Good girl..." He murmurs, gently kissing your inner thighs.

But the stubbornness rises fast and you try to weakly push him. “H-hey- no more-“

He chuckles softly, knowing your stubbornness is back in full force despite your recent orgasm. He lifts his head, his chin and lips glistening with your arousal. "Oh, here we go again," he teases, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He pulls back, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Too bad I know exactly what you need, even when you're too stubborn to admit it." He starts unbuckling his belt, a clear intent in his movements. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs. It's my turn."

You try to squirm on the table and push at his chest.

"Ah, ah..." He catches your wrist before you can physically protest. “Don't even try to fight me. You just came so hard you saw stars, yet here you are again... pretending." His belt hits the floor with a clatter.

You ball your hands into fists and weakly hit his chest as he leans over you. Tears of stubbornness and refusal slide down your cheeks. “Big-stupid-arrogant-“

He catches your balled fists easily, pressing them against his chest while his weight pins you down. “Such colorful language..." He smirks down at your tear-stained face, not falling for your attempts to push him away. “Though honestly, it's kind of hot when you're this angry."