#exposed to the mercy of another

[rafesbows]

ok weird request..

can you PUHLEASE do one with submissive rafe being loud in bed? like I mean excessively loud.. that's it!

his head is thrown back against the pillows, throat exposed, adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out another loud, broken moan. rafe doesn’t even try to hold back—not when your hips roll over him just right, not when your tight, wet heat is dragging him to the edge so fast he can barely breathe.

"f-fuck—baby," he whimpers, voice cracking as his hands grip your waist like a lifeline. "oh my god—oh my fucking—"

you press your palm over his mouth, barely holding back a giggle at how absolutely wrecked he looks beneath you. his lashes flutter, his brows pinched together in pure desperation, but that doesn't stop the muffled whines spilling against your skin.

"rafe," you tease, leaning down until your lips brush his ear. "you’re so loud."

he nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut as his hips buck up to meet yours. he’s completely at your mercy, panting against your palm, body trembling as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

when you move your hand, he immediately lets out the neediest moan you’ve ever heard, his head lolling to the side, his fingers digging into your thighs. "baby, please—please, i’m gonna—"

and then he’s gone, shuddering beneath you, his moans loud, completely helpless as he falls apart, pleasure overtaking every inch of him.

rafe is a mess beneath you. his fingers are gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white, his chest heaving, lips parted as the prettiest, most desperate sounds slip out.

"baby, please," he whimpers, voice wrecked, hips jerking up despite himself. his eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you, his lower lip trembling. "i—I can’t—"

you hum, tilting your head. "can’t what, rafe?"

he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows. "c-can’t hold it," he stutters, his body arching as you pick up the pace. "feels too good—fuck—too fucking good."

you run your nails down his chest, watching as he shivers under your touch. "so sensitive," you murmur, your tone full of amusement.

he nods frantically, his hands reaching for you, but he’s too weak to do anything but grasp at your wrists. "m’so sensitive," he echoes, his voice so soft, so needy.

you lean in, pressing your lips to his ear. "then be a good boy and take it for me."

rafe lets out the loudest, most broken moan yet, his whole body trembling as he completely falls apart.

@ rafesbows

[girlyteengirlcore]

cw: dom!ambessa, sub!reader, overstimulation, orgasm control??, clit torture, cunnilingus, anal fingering, slight bondage, power dynamic, pet names, impact play, safe word mentioned but not used, guided masterbation

wc: 1.6k

Your ears are ringing from the countless orgasms you’ve been exposed to. The tears pouring down your cheeks are only used as encouragement for your wife, encouragement to continue the pleasurable torture.

Ambessa has your legs pushed up against your chest with her left forearm, her other hand occupied with the task of pummelling three of her fingers in and out of you at an intense speed. You had tried for over an hour to get her to relent, your cries falling on deaf ears. She didn’t even give you a verbal answer since she was busy using her mouth to suck up your clit into her mouth and swirl patterns on it with her tongue. Using her teeth every now and then to get a more vocal reaction out of you.

You’ve gone nearly completely silent, breaking the squelching filled silence with your whimpers whenever you were about to cum. Your body is so tired, your brain screaming at you to say your safe word but it all felt too good. Using your hands to push her away wasn’t an option either, she made sure of that by handcuffing them to the headboard above you before she begun.

You feel as if a higher power had granted you mercy when she moves off of your clit for the first time, in a way that’s exactly what happened. This victory was very short-lived when you feel her fingers exit you and her tongue enter you. To your dismay, you see her previously occupied fingers start moving towards your clit. This change in rhythm gives you the idea to squirm up the bed to try and get away, so you do just that. Looking to get some sort of break.

She stops everything she’s doing to look up at you, she looks directly into your eyes and holds her intimidating gaze until she feels you’ve gotten the message. She reaches up with her left hand and swings it in the air, milliseconds later you feel the impact of the hit. Soon after that, your vision comes back and you feel the hand gripping your jaw. You lock eyes with the woman above you.

“Child, if you dare to do anything of that nature again, you will regret it.” A chill ran down your spine, making you shiver.

“Do you hear me, girl?” She all but spits in your face.

You nod, sheepishly. Still in shock, you try to not let the new wave of tears spill from your eyes. You fail, miserably at that. You go to hold on to her, to wrap your arms around her neck and embrace her, only to then be reminded that you can’t.

“I want a reply.”

“Yes,” you respond in one of the quietest voices she’s ever heard.

“Yes what?” It almost as if she’s staring right through you.

“Yes, I hear you. I won’t move.” Your words interrupted by sobs and sniffles.

She moves her hand up to your face to wipe away your tears; a small gesture with huge impacts.

“Good. Now, where was I?” Her rhetorical question shocks you back into reality.

“Wai-! Wait, please. Please ‘Bessa, just give me a moment.”

You didn’t realise you were holding your breath until she accepts your request with a small nod. You empty your lungs, relieved. She takes to kissing up the back of your thighs and back down again, ghosting the tips of her fingers up your waist. Resulting in your fast breaths, turning into slow and steady ones. Once you are ruled competent, she doesn’t hesitate to continue.

She pulls the hood of your clit up and uses the tip of her tongue to draw little patterns on it, you chuckle once you realise she spelling her name. She then latches her mouth onto your clit, collects the mix of her spit and your arousal on one of her fingers and uses it as lube for your other hole. The dual stimulation brings you to another orgasm a lot faster than you were anticipating, you buck your hips up and let out some cute little whimpers. Ambessa’s mouth follows you wherever you go, there is no escaping her when she’s hungry.

Your orgasm resulted in another one of her fingers pushing into your ass. Your eyes rolling back in your head as less than a minute later your next orgasm was up and coming, barely giving you enough time to recoup after the last. At this point you are thrashing around, the sound of the handcuffs scraping on the wooden head board was very unpleasant for the both of you, but you were no longer in control of your movements and she sees that. Taking her fingers out of you and wrapping both of her huge arms around your legs, she continues making out with your cunt. Her head moving in circular motions to draw your orgasm out, oh boy did it work. You screamed through your teeth, she chuckled against you at your reaction.

She moves away from you and watches you pulses in overstimulation, she watches your cum drip out of you and leans in to slurp it all up. Careful to not touch your clit.

“Well done, my dear. How many was that?” She asks while crawling up next to you and unlocking the handcuffs, she brings your wrists up to her mouth and kisses them gently. You look at her dumbfounded, how on earth were you to remember how many times you came? She sees the confusion on your face and laughs.

“I’m just joking.” You huff a little in amusement.

She places you on top of her, so your back is against her chest. You spread your legs once again, knowing what’s coming. Every time you have sex always ends in one final orgasm from you while you are in her hold. This is where you unwind, you get to ground yourself with the help of her touch all around you. It’s slow and loving and very much necessary.

“Well done, I didn’t even have to instruct you.” She teases.

She pulls your legs up and places her elbows on the inside of your knees, trapping you, so that you are completely at her mercy. While this isn’t meant to be torturous in any way, she does know that if she doesn’t restrain you, you will make this very hard.

You already know what to do, you reach down with both hands and open yourself up for her. She slowly reintroduces herself with your pussy, covering it fully with her hand making small movements but nothing too much. Then, she pushes one finger inside of you, making you cringe at the sound it makes.

“Rub your clit for me, baby.”

“I- I can’t, it’s too much. I can- can’t do it.”

“I’m not really asking you, sweetheart. Come on, you can do it.” An encouraging yet sinister smile takes over her face. She moves her fingers out of you and takes over pulling the hood of your clit up.

You put your finger in your mouth and then place it on your abused clit, the sensation making you gasp. You make very slow circles, not wanting to overwhelm yourself too much.

“Faster, love. I’m right here, you can do it.”

Alas, her words are meaningless to you. You’re stuck at the current speed, there’s no changing it. Until she grabs your finger with her thumb, index, and middle finger and uses them to move your finger for you. Speeding up your movements slightly.

“There we go. Not that bad, is it?”

You don’t answer, you can’t. It’s all too much. You’re twitching and all you focus on is hurdling towards what will be your final orgasm of the night. Holding your breath, waiting for it to wash over you.

“Breathe, sweetheart. No holding your breath, breathe through it, dear.” You nod, letting out a breath before slowly taking another shaky one in.

She knows by the bucking of your hips and shallow breaths that you are nearly at the finish line.

“Look at that, you’re going to cum again aren’t you, gorgeous?”

You nod feverishly, trying to speed up your finger even if it hurts because you know it will feel amazing once you finish.

“Uh uh, this is the perfect speed. Don’t forget to breathe, my darling.”

“But I’m ne-”

“Excuse me?”

Your silence answers her question.

“ ‘Bessa I’m gonna cum- can I cum please.”

“Of course you can.”

“I want you to do it, please ‘Bessa. Please make me cum.” All shame left your body a while ago, that comes with being married to Ambessa. There’s no room for shame, unless she makes room for it. If you want something, ask nicely.

“I would love to.”

She takes over and immediately you feel warm waves of pleasure wash over you, again and again. You let out loud, obscene moans. She guides you through your orgasm with small kisses on your jaw and neck, leaving small marks on the area.

“Well done, my love. You’re all done now.” She says while turning you around so that you can dig your face into the crook of her neck. Her scent filled your noses and calmed you down, almost sending you straight to sleep.

“We must bathe, dear. You can sleep then, don’t fall asleep just yet.”

The next hour or so is used to clean and relax you for your nights sleep, Ambessa uses this time to not only get you ready for bed but to bring you back down. To ground you fully, to make you aware of your obedience, and to praise your actions from the events preceding.

You fall asleep in her arms, feeling more than loved.

I don’t know where this came from, I just started writing and then didn’t stop

[lilacxquartz]

part 17 of 19 of kinktober: trapped

pyramid head x gn!reader

plot: while exploring the town, you find yourself incapacitated in the worst possible position — themes: warning for non con, dark smut, gender neutral reader, size difference, monster fucking, horror, gender neutral smut — w.c: 700ish

kinktober masterlist • main masterlist • ao3

You were incapacitated.

Trapped in between the barely pried open iron bars, providing just big enough of a gap for your upper body to squeeze through and then… stall. In a way, it was humiliating, but in another sense, it was also terrifying because existing within the town as a whole was a death sentence in its own right. From one little miscalculation—you had potentially doomed yourself.

You tried to dislodge yourself again but the bars were too narrowly placed and you couldn’t push or pull yourself neither back nor forth and in doing so, you only found yourself more stuck than before. Panic quickly swept through your being in violent waves, abandoning all sense of rationality in favour of a hurried escape but nothing was working—but then finally, you heard it—the all too familiar scrape of metal, the thud of staggering footsteps—oh no, no, no… he was here.

You turned your head slightly back to just about catch a glimpse of him filling out the doorway, blocking all gaps of light that otherwise cut into the cell. In an attempt to avoid your flesh likely meeting the blade, you strove to push yourself forward, to at least nullify his efforts to strike you down… but then something else followed suit.

You froze as you felt his calloused hands brush around the soft contours of your exposed flesh; his fingers breaching the torn fabric and tearing away the cloth from the skin, readily exposing you to him. You remained statued in place as you feared for the worst, unable to quite comprehend what he was actually doing to you; almost delicately feeling you up—pushing—spreading your legs apart, ripping away at anything that acted as a barrier between you and him.

You tensed as you quickly understood what was following suit; feeling the tip of something very obvious poke against your most vulnerable parts. You writhed around and squirmed under his grip like a fish out of water, only to remain caught and hooked in his presence, feeling him drive into you in a near hungry pursuit. You gritted your teeth as you felt him force himself inside of you, feeling overwhelmed by his monstrous length that completely filled you out to the brim.

With shuddering, quaking cries, you softly wept as he continued to take in his brutal girth, feeling his cock slide in and out of your insides and stretch you out beyond a recoverable limit. With an unforgiving pace, Pyramid Head continued to hilt himself into your core, feverishly bucking into your body as a radiating, almost scalding pain akin to searing agony settled within the confines of your form. Of course however, he showed you no mercy, pounding into you with a near primal fervour; his hips slamming against your behind with each sawing motion.

Somehow, he grew needier as he continued to violate you—his fingernails digging bleeding crescents into the soft peaks of your ass, kneading against the cushioned skin and spreading you open as far as you could physically handle. It was as if he was trying to force you to accommodate the entire capacity of his impossible length, taking advantage of the limiting position, knowing that you couldn’t just pull yourself away.

Nearing his impending climax; his movements soon became more erratic and maybe even sloppy. He leaned his towering form closer wherever he could press against your bare back—causing the iron bars to crack open further—growling out heated breaths that rolled hot down your spine. Each passing thrust caused for you to shake, prompting you to involuntarily roll your eyes to the back of your head and perhaps even see stars from just how overwhelming it all truly was.

Just as you were about to pass out however, the monster finally came undone with one final violent rut of his stuttering hips. You gasped as you felt a stream of hot oozing warmth fill your senses to such an extent that your stomach nearly bulged from his pent up release.

Thinking it was all over, you tried to close your eyes to recover—but then you were promptly taken out of the cell, readily carried around like a rag doll, to be used and paraded around per each of his passing whims.

In a way you were thankful that he wasn’t going to end you outright.

But then you realised what your life was about to become and that much had otherwise terrified you.

Not quite a mercy after all and worse yet, rather a sentence in the hell you found yourself in.

[blythesarchives]

More filthy Logan thoughts. 18+ Minors DNI. I have no chill. Warnings for typical smut stuff. Hoping to have more fics out soon, in the meantime, enjoy snippets from my brain like these.

Dude. This man would be so insane between your legs.

Sloppy laps and eager suckling, your poor cunt stands no chance. He loves when you whine and squirm too, that deep chuckle against your wet folds as he feels you bucking to try to relieve some of his licks and his arms wrap around your legs, holding your hips in place and trapping you.

"Oh no, you're not goin' anywhere, princess." he growls, his lips turning into a savage grin, his lips and chin soaked in your juices. "I'm gonna have my fill, and you're gonna be a good girl and sit still for me. S'not like you can go anywhere..." he chuckles and watches how your eyes widen and cheeks darken before he dives back in.

Those delicious, beautiful sounds fill the room, your begging and whining are such a turn on for him. He wraps his lips around your throbbing clit and sucks it until it bruises so good, you are a crying mess. Those big tears streak down your red cheeks as you cry for him in ecstasy for the third, fourth, fifth??

You don't even know anymore.

All you know right now is your body is on fire and it feels like the pleasure has consumed you.

It expands to your toes and fingertips, they feel white hot just like your clit and it was such an overwhelming and amazing feeling. His tongue and lips still worked your cunt, he growled against you as he felt your poor pussy cream another orgasm, dripping and soaking the sheets below you.

"Ah, such a messy girl, aren't ya..." he pulled away finally, his breath hot against your core and he laid a sloppy kiss on your clit. Your brow furrowed and your mouth opened as you cried out, nearly cumming again.

He flips you onto your belly swiftly, landing a smack to your ass that makes you yelp and whimper below him. He spreads you open, your embarrassment of being exposed in such a manner made you gasp and whimper loudly.

"Look at that...so pretty. Such a pretty thing you have. You want me there don't you? Is this what you need...hm? You need me right....here?" He pokes the spongy tip of his throbbing cock against your silken folds. You cry out and try to push back on him but he pulls himself away from your greedy hole.

"So impatient...what do you say?" he teases, that damn smirk on his face. He knows how to make you a mess and he relishes in it. Those pretty tears still falling down your face as you held back the urge to literally beg him for his cock. You would've began babbling at that point, you were so desperate for him, you could barely register his words.

"P-Please..." you croaked, your body was shaking, god you needed him so fucking bad.

He could tell you were so desperate for him, you were trembling below him and he was feeling quite merciful today. "Shh, alright princess, it's okay," that gruff voice had a smile to it and you didn't even have to look back to see it. His hand reached around and he wiped your cheek before he leaned back. He had the biggest, shit eating grin spread as he rubbed his cock against your hot, throbbing sex.

"I've got just what you need. I'll make it all better..."

Bye ✌🏻

[reignpage]

Art Student!Choso

Classicism : practice strokes

Contents: 18+ mdni, pure smut, sub!choso, teasing, edging, handjob, tit sucking, morally questionable reader?

Things have taken an unexpected turn. 

When you were assigned project partners with Choso, the mysterious yet popular emo boy in your class, you hadn’t expected to become good friends. Especially since he rarely attended lectures or classes, and was so reserved you actually thought he hated you. 

But now, here you are, at his apartment (again) but this time you’re stripping in front of him. 

His place is nice, really nice, much nicer than any normal student's. Though, Choso isn’t normal, you suppose. He’s a member of one of the richest families in the country. You sure are jealous. The ceilings are tall, the exposed bricks add rough contrast to the polished wooden floors and to the metal beams hanging overhead. There are numerous artworks in his place, some hung up, but most on the floor, not discarded per se, but rather simply kept out of the way. 

The first thing that caught your eye is a huge canvas, half obscured by a large fabric, all wrinkled as if it had been hastily thrown over it. All you can see are red and purple strokes in the corner, disappearing under the blanket. It wasn’t there last time you were here.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” Choso awkward mumbles. He rushes off to the kitchen and pours both of you a cup of water, and you take it from him with a smile. 

Then you settle yourself on the floor, sitting by the coffee table a couple metres from his bed. There aren’t any chairs, you noticed. Just a rug. It’s comfortable and plush so you don’t mind. 

Apart from the king sized bed made up of black sheets, the coffee table and the various canvas and paint tins, his place is bare. It’s so totally Choso you can’t help but grin. 

He sits in front of you, crossed legged, his jeans ripped and his black shirt baggy, just as distressed all his other clothes. You’ve gotten so used to his face, it’s easy to see past the huge tattoo crossing his nose. On anyone else, you’d wince, but on him, he just looks adorable. You wonder if he has any other tattoos. He certainly has piercings, lots on his ears. And you’ve caught him waiting outside Uzumaki for his friend, who you know is Geto because your friend writes about him a lot.

All the students go to his place for tattoos and piercings, and sometimes not even that; some guys like to go to be seen near him for the clout, and some girls hope to catch sight of him. 

You’ve seen him around and he’s certainly good looking. And the things you’ve read on the Bulletin, the gossip page, makes him a sexy enigma, for sure. But you’ve never been quite as curious about him as you are of Choso. 

Your friend says Choso is rarely ever seen with another girl; he likes to keep to himself. And on her Insider’s Line, there’s never been any confessions of a 'fun time' with the man. In fact, there are actually rumours he might be a virgin. She’s implored you to ask but you could never. 

“So,” you elongate, stretching out on the carpet, “should we get right into it?”

He blushes, nodding. “Do I go first?”

“Do you want to go first?” You fire back quickly. 

He’s chewing the inside of his cheek, eyes looking anywhere but at you, and it's clear he’s shy and embarrassed. This must be just as new to him as it is for you. Feeling merciful, you offer a compromise. 

“How about,” you’re grinning now and his eyes flicker to you, “we do it at the same time?”

Choso gulps. 

“At the same time?”

You laugh, getting up on your knees and leaning over the coffee table to watch him lean back like he might disintegrate if you touch him. What a silly man. 

Hands sliding to the hem of your shirt, you trace the edge, pinching it up to tease a sliver of skin. His eyes are drawn to the movement and your grin widens when he subconsciously leans forward. 

“Let’s both undress and even the playing field. What do you think, Choso?”

Oh, and how Choso hates the way you say his name. You always emphasise every syllable, every letter, with a musical cadence that often leaves him lightheaded. It’s like you know the effect it has on him and you’re determined to make him cave, to embarrass himself. 

He nods, getting up on his knees too, and matching your movements. You both lift your shirts over your head and his eyes are following the material as it slides up and up over your body to reveal a lacy bra. It’s black. Oh, he might just pass out. 

You’re desperately trying not to laugh; Choso’s so entranced with every inch of your skin, you don’t even think he knows he’s licking his lips. But, in his defence, you’re probably not much better. 

Choso is hot. 

Sure, you’ve never thought he was ugly, but he’s always been adorable -- the shy and introverted friend you just can’t help but tease. Looking at him now, though, you realise why Choso’s high up on the List, why, despite being so inaccessible, the girls seek him out. 

His body is lean but chiselled with well-defined abs that look sharp, so sharp you could cut yourself in your exploration. Throwing his shirt over his head, you watch his muscles ripple, tensing and flexing in a way that makes you curious to see how it feels beneath your hands. 

With a gulp, you stand, giggling at the way his head snaps up like he’s worried you’re going to leave. Shaking your head slightly, you reach out a hand to him. He eyes it for a moment before he places his own on top of yours. You pull him up. 

You hope you’re doing a good job of looking reassuring as you unbutton your jeans and slide it down your legs. Hope that you aren’t going too fast — you really don’t want to spook him.

Choso follows suit, kicking his jeans to the side and standing before you in just his black, Calvin Kleins boxers. His thighs are toned and smooth, there’s no doubt in your mind that they’d feel great between your legs. 

Slightly more clothed than him, you stand in your matching lace panties and bra. For reasons you don’t really want to get into, you had been sure to be shaved, waxed and cleansed thoroughly before showing up at his door. Thank goodness for younger you. 

You’re both sweeping your eyes over each other, you with respect for his hard work, and him with something much more lewd. Lips are slightly parted, eyes are darkening and his hands quiver, opening and closing. He wants you. And he wants you bad. 

Why not have a little fun?

Taking both of you by surprise, you’re rounding the table and he’s rooted to his spot, uncertain of what you’re about to do. The poor boy looks terrified. But you try to soothe him with a small smile, reaching a hand out once you’re near and placing it on his chest.

The muscle there flexes like a reflex and you hear his sharp intake of air. You’re so close you can feel his heat, feel every tremor running through his body, and you won’t lie, it’s setting your own alight. 

Wordlessly, you slide that hand down at the slowest pace possible, enjoying thoroughly the feel of his hard body. Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t show up to most classes; he’s too busy in the gym. How bad of him. 

And when your finger tips reach the top of his boxers, following the line as it hugs his hips so perfectly, your eyes meet. 

You look so devilish Choso can only gulp, fearing what you’re going to do next. He’s aware you’ve got him in the palm of your hand, toying with him and pushing his buttons, but he doesn’t care. He gives not a single fuck that his stupid cousin would make fun of him endlessly if he knew that he’s shaking like a leaf just cause a girl’s standing in front of him half-naked. 

His hips jerk when your forefinger hooks over the band. 

“Should we take this off?” Your voice is so sultry, he feels like he’s meeting Venus of Urbino in the flesh. “Hmm? Choso?”

There it is. 

The exaggerated movement of your lips and the way you cock your head in question, fluttering your lashes. He’s so hard it’s actually painful, he feels his dick strain against the material, no doubt leaking a wet spot. This is too much, too embarrassing. He can’t move, can’t answer, can't even think with the way his heart is beating so fast.

Can you hear it?

Is it turning you off? Or is it fuelling you?

You already know about the hard time he’s having, pun intended. You saw it through his jeans as soon as you walked into his apartment. And as you stand before him, almost pressed right to his front, you can feel his hardness. 

When he doesn’t say a thing, you smile comfortingly again and hook all your fingers over the band, pulling down just a little and watching his expression for any sign he doesn’t want this. But there’s none. If anything he looks like he’d cum from just the wind alone. 

And there’s no denying that you are almost just as excited as he is. Your nipples are scraping the lace of your cups, poking through, and you can see his eyes darting between them, like he can’t choose a favourite.

Between your legs, you’re sure you’ve soaked your panties. And you feel a certain urge to show him just how wet he’s made you. But that’s a reward, and he’ll have to earn that.

“Choso?”

Through the haze, he hears you call his name, like a siren, leading him deeper into the pleasure. There's no resistance at all when you tug him closer with just your voice. He’s only a man, what strength could he gather to resist you?

He gulps. “Y-yes?”

You flutter your lashes at him again and stand on your tiptoes, grazing his chest with your nipples and he shivers from the feeling of them scraping his bare chest through the lace of your bra. Whispering in his ear, cheeks brushing against each other, you say, “Keep your eyes on me.”

Just as he pushes out the words ‘I will, I promise’, you fall to your knees, dragging his underwear with you and his rock hard cock breezes past your face, leaving a trail of wetness. 

Your jaw slacks. 

Your project partner is packing. 

His dick is just as pretty as he is --so long, clean shaven and thick enough to leave your mouth watering. But you won’t taste him. He needs to earn that, too. And so far, you’re both already behind on your little assignment. 

Unhurriedly, you skim your fingers up and down his thighs, transfixed on the way they shake, just barely, almost imperceptibly. But of course, you'd notice. You're pressed so close, just the warmth of your breath makes his cock bounce. And then you’re looking up at him from down there, face just below his erect cock and he swears you’re Lilith, sent from above to drag him below. 

And what a way to go, he thinks.

Then, with grace, you’re pulling away, keeping eye contact, and crawling back on the rug, feeling the fibres tickle your skin. You’re lying there, legs bent and resting on your forearms with a playful sparkle in your eyes. 

You lift your foot and run it up his calves, and back down again. Choso’s watching every move like it’ll be on an exam, like it’s life or death, and with the way his cock is throbbing so painfully, it feels like it is. He’s breathing so heavily and he doesn’t even realise he’s running out of air, not until you’re spreading your legs with an impish smile and he sees the wet patch on your panties. 

“Won’t you take my mine off?” There’s laughter in your words and it’s the sweetest melody he’s ever heard. “Please, Cho?”

He falls to his knees, a man succumbing to worship, compelled by the beauty he sees before him. You’re a saint, carved by Bernini, and he’s stolen you from Cornaro Chapel. He’ll bear the consequences, every punishment in the world, to stay like this, to bask in the divine love he’s become overwhelmed with. 

You don’t need to say anything more. 

Choso’s already crawling towards you, gaze fixed between your legs. He wants to feel you, to taste, and see and hear and commit everything to memory. If he could capture this moment, this sight, in a canvas then he’d slave away at an easel for eternity. 

Cooing, you lift his chin with a finger. “Cho, you’re not just going to stare forever, are you?”

He shakes his head vehemently. 

“Then take it off for me, please.”

And he does. 

His hands are shaking, running up your thighs, over your hips and then under the flimsy fabric, pulling and pulling until it’s dangling from one ankle. It tickles you, like electricity sparking over your skin. Choso presses his face to your foot, moaning the contrast of the smooth skin there with the scratch of the lace, and he’s inhaling, nose pressed to the fabric.

You should be mortified, should be embarrassed, but you can’t find it in you. Instead, you’re simply oozing more wetness, staining the rug underneath. You rest your ankle on his shoulder and tap him. 

“Not just my panties, Cho,” you remind him. 

He blushes. 

With clumsy shuffles, he’s hovering above you, casting a shadow and he hates it. He wants to see you in clear view, every part of you, unobscured by anything ever again. Still, he makes do with the natural radiance you’re emitting, and he clasps your ribs, hands splayed over your sides, thumbs just below the plumpness of your breast. He lifts you with question in his eyes.

You help him out, arching your back so he can curve one hand and pop the clasps open. And then he’s sliding down the cups until you’re all bare and pretty for him. 

He’s frozen, eyes roving all over your body in a panic. He doesn’t know where to look, doesn’t want to miss a thing, doesn’t want to make one part of you jealous. He looks frantic and you have to hold his face steady and bring him closer. 

“It’s okay, Cho. I’m not going anywhere.”

Choso inhales and then exhales, soothed by the coolness of your palms and your scent. He knows what he wants now; he daydreams about it in class, watching you answer questions or mouth jokes to him from across the room, noticing every quirk and twitch of this beautiful lips of yours. He wants to kiss you. 

You giggle when he leans in. 

“Choso, I think you’re forgetting why we’re here in the first place, you silly boy!”

He blinks. 

Like a cartoon character, you can hear each plink-plink as he looks at you in confusion. Yep, he’s definitely forgotten about the assignment.

There’s a devastated look marring his face and he’s pouting when you sit up. He pouts even harder when you instruct him to grab his sketchpad and get to drawing. 

“How do you want me?”

Choso glares at the paper like it’s his worst enemy. On my face riding me until we both cum.

He has no idea where that thought came from. It’s a foreign concept but feels so familiar. He doesn’t dare voice it out loud though, instead he mutters ‘just as you are’, and gets settled on the rug. 

And if his cousin knew that he has a girl fully naked and wet for him right there in his room and he’s sat clasping a pencil instead of his dick, he’d never live down the humiliation. 

But what does he know?

Most of the action he’s been getting is through text messages, popping boners during family dinners from a scolding he receives from a girl who has no idea of the effect her words have on her vice president. 

Maybe, if he makes fun of him again, he'll just tell her. 

“Choso, angle your head just slightly towards me, please.”

And he hates the conversational tone your voice has taken, like he’s back in class. But he does as he’s told, shifting every time you ask, and he scribbles, lead gliding across the paper as he follows every curve of your body with his eyes. If every class was like this, he’d actually come, he thought. But thank goodness it isn't; how would his dick ever survive?

For an hour, you sit in relative silence, just the sound of scratching and occasional humming filling the space. It’s a peaceful sort of quiet, the one he doesn’t mind staying in, one he could get lost within. 

You’re lying on your stomach, feet kicking and hair draped over your shoulders. Your ass looks so soft, like marshmallows, and your breasts are pressed against the rug, and not in his face, and he thinks it’s a tragedy. 

He feels like Icarus, having flown so near to everything he’s ever wanted, only to plummet to the ground never having even touched or tasted. Instead of melted wax and feathers, all he has is a leaking dick that you don't even look at.

Yet, he isn't softening at all.

Eventually, you turn to look at him, studying his features for reasons that have nothing to do with drawing. Choso’s still pouting, scratching the paper sometimes a little too hard, and the poor pencil looks like it’s about to break in his fist. 

You feel bad for the sweet little guy. 

So hard, leaking and weeping at the tip, and he isn't touching himself. He's so good at following instructions you just have to reward him.

You push up and slither over unseen -- he's still glaring at his sketchpad -- nudging the book off his lap and grinning up at him. You're doing this for him and definitely not for your soaking pussy.

Choso gulps. 

You’ve played with him too much, he can’t trust that gleam in your eyes and the curl of your lips. So he stays still again, content to watch you do as you please with him. 

“Have I been bad to you, Cho?”

He shakes his head, but he’s nodding internally. You’ve been so bad to him, so mean, ignoring the way his cock jerks when your eyes meet his. But he could never be mad at you, he’s so sure, he's willing to bet everything on it. 

“Should I help you out, you poor baby?”

You’re mocking him again. He knows it. But God, does he love the sound of you tearing him down. He wants you to call him 'Cho' and 'baby', and everything else you'd like. He just wants you to call for him, to only look at him amongst a gallery of Michelangelos, to see him and only him. 

Choso nods, desperate for anything. 

And you lean in to press a chaste kiss on his lips. He blinks again and then chases after you but you’re already going down. There’s nothing for him to do except to stretch his legs out, caging your body, and to lean back on his hands. He doesn’t dare say a word, knows better than to interrupt a Master at work.

You’re eyeing his dick and you’re enamoured with every vein. His cock head is raging and leaking pathetically, and your hands wrap around as much of his length as you can to soothe it. At the first touch, Choso bites his lip to stifle a whimper. Your hands are cold.

It burns him.

But then you're rubbing up and down at a slow pace as if basking in the feeling. Again and again, you go up and then down, twisting and turning your wrist when you reach his head.

"Fuck! Y/n, please!" He breathes out when you thumb his slit.

You use his pre-cum to lubricate him, going faster when his heavy breathing turns into low moans. “Is this how you like it, Cho?”

He nods furiously. 

"Yes, yes. Thank -ngh- you."

His eyes are closed and you’re upset. So you sit up, hands still jerking up and down, and tap his cheek. 

“I told you keep your eyes on me.”

Did you?

He’s forgotten now. Everything’s a jumbled mess, like an abstract art, taking no shape or form in his mind. It feels so good, your dainty hands are wringing pleasure from him and his balls are tightening. 

You grab his hand and direct it to your tit, and he wastes no time in squeezing and groping. Choso's mouth drops. You're so smooth, so pretty, it's the only thing he ever wants to hold again. His hand covers your entire breast and he’s massaging it like a stress ball, like it’ll help ground him whilst you attack his poor cock. 

"S-so good, God! You're -ha- so pretty, y/n."

When you speed up, he whines, mouth slack and eyes crossing. This is too much, he doesn’t know what to do. His other hand is tugging at the rug, tearing fibres away, and his legs are tensing, muscles cramping but he doesn’t care. 

“Faster -ngh- please!”

You kneel, his hand falling away from your chest to grip your hip. “You’re such a good boy, Cho. Well done for remembering your manners.”

Despite the way his head is reeling, growing lightheaded, he conjures up a shaky smile, so very pleased he’s doing good, for you. And when his eyes open back up — he doesn’t recall closing them — he’s drowning in your tits. 

You've inched forward, tightening your hold on his cock, and pushed your chest in his face. With haste, like a man starved, he sucks on your tit, rolling the nipple with his tongue. It sends spikes of electricity through you. You clench down on nothing and it's such a shame, when his pretty cock is just a couple centimetres from where they should be. Your hand picks up pace and his whines are muffled, sending delicious vibrations down to your clit.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he repeats but the sound is so jumbled you don’t even know what he’s saying or if he’s even saying anything at all.

Choso's trying to devour your breasts, engulfing as much as he can, so distraught he can’t take it all in, so he brands a punishing grip on your hip and you gasp. 

“Are you going to cum, Cho? Are you going to cum for me?”

He can’t answer, doesn’t want to stop tasting the salt of your skin. But he hopes that the intensifying throbbing of his cock provides a good enough response. 

And when your grip on him tightens just as he nibbles on your nipple, thumb pressing hard on his slit, he cums with a whine. He spurts between you, hot liquid landing on both of your chests and all over your hands. It’s opaque and syrupy; you feel regretful you didn’t make him cum in your mouth. You don’t stop jerking him off, intent on milking him for everything he’s worth, and his eyes are rolling back.

It’s too much. 

Your scent, your body, your hands, your cooing in his ear. It pushes him over the edge again and again until his balls are emptier than they’ve ever been, dick lurching and bobbing like he's pushing out phantom spurts, and then he’s falling backwards, taking you down with him.

You both catch your breath, panting under the warm lights of his apartment. You’re sweaty, skin sticking to his, and there’s cum gluing your stomach to his body. There’s the unmistakable smell of sex lingering in the air, and you feel bad that he’s going to have clean up after this, but you press a kiss to his chest, licking away the salt from your lips. 

And then you stand, grabbing your clothes. 

Choso’s still coming down from his high, so lost in everything you’ve had to give him, he doesn’t even register that you're getting dressed until you’re giggling. That sobers him up. 

Pushing himself into an upright position, he wipes the drool from his chin and pouts at you again. 

“Don’t you need to…,” he trails off. He doesn’t know what to say but you get him nonetheless. 

You sport an apologetic expression, “Don’t have time, sorry, Choso. I’m having dinner with my brother and his friend.”

He follows you, thighs complaining with very step, but still pushing through so he can hold you before you go. The feel of your clothes scratching his bare skin is setting him on fire again, but you only press a kiss to his cheek. He tries to nuzzle your neck, arms clinging around you like a koala bear. 

You kiss him on the lips and smile. “I had a good time, Choso. I’ll see you in class, yeah?

He nods.

But Choso doesn’t want to just see you in class, he wants to see you laid out bare beneath him on his bed. It doesn’t even have to be his bed. He just wants to touch and taste again. 

He can’t, though. 

Because you’re already stepping out of his apartment and leaving him. 

Your project partner’s missing you miserably by the time you step out into the street. You wished you had the time to make him make you cum, but that’ll have to wait another day, even if the uncomfortable wetness in your jeans is reminding you exactly why you should stay.

Wait, jeans?

Where are your panties?

Oh, fuck, is your last thought when you get into your car. 

Choso, on the other hand, is already pumping his cock as hard as you were, brain working overtime to recall how exactly you touched him. The way you went slow at first, relishing in the heavy feel of his cock in you head and then quickly ramping up to a rhythm that had him seeing stars faster than nightfall.

His nose is pressed to the soaked gusset of the panties you had left behind. He doesn’t know if you did this on purpose, hell, he doesn’t care. All he can think about is how he at least managed to paint your body with his cum, even if he wished he could cover every inch of your skin. Choso just hopes you'll give him another chance. He'll do so good you'll want him just as bad he wants you.

So happy to have a reminder of you, he promises to cherish your panties every night until he gets to do this again, tasting from the source, or even just having a fresher pair.

You’ve given him a gift, the best gift of his life, and you deserve to be gifted something just as special in return. 

You’ll find this gift on your desk.

And he hopes it makes you just as happy as you’ve made him. 

Because, God, does the memory of you make him so pathetically hard.

[nyursi]

𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑!ㅤpart two.

꒰ † ੭‎ㅤNSFW 18+ㅤ(MDNI)...  in a series of successful heists, the infamous cat burglar is finally caught and is left with the mercy of his victims to decide his fate.ㅤノㅤnot proofread.

ᡴꪫ‎ TODAY'S SPECIAL!ㅤdiluc, zhongli, heizou, (part one) alhaitham, dottore, and wriothesley (here, part two)!

WOULD YOU LIKE SPRINKLES? (っω=`)ㅤm!rdr, sensory deprivation, nipple play, sounding, multiple orgasms, cumming untouched, vibrators, office sex, power imbalance, size difference, degradation, and more.

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THE VALUE OF PAPERWORK...

featuring sensory deprivation, cumming untouched, nipple play, and alhaitham.

your skin was flushed, red on every surface from head to toe. the tight binding around your limbs restricted and chased away any thoughts of trying to escape.

the normal response to this situation would be fear... but why do you feel a tingling sensation down your back?

hard nipples exposed to cold air; and thighs forced open wide for the akademiya's scribe to take in. "what a sight you make, thief."

indeed— in alhaithams eyes you looked quite the feast. the situation was in his hands too, having caught the famous cat burglar attempting to sneak in. luckily he apprehended you quick enough.

just... not in the way you expected.

sure, the usual tying up to prevent movement you saw ahead of you, but the lack of clothing? and the blindfold over your eyes? a shocked noise (alhaitham considered it a whimper) had filled the silence of the room once you felt his rugged palms fondling your exposed, plush thighs.

oddly enough, the sensation was nice. it was the first time you've ever been caressed in such a gentle way that it made you want to melt. (purr, the scribe hoped.)

"mngh..." you bit your lip to muffle any more embarassing sounds to leave your mouth, feeling your limp cock twitch with arousal. everything about you alhaitham found cute; cute ears that twitched at every noise, tail that swayed hypnotizingly, adorable eyes filled with mischief.

it was too bad you were a lowly thief.

if you were trying to steal from him some spare pieces of food, or even money, the scribe would have let you go. but his documents?

he would spare you no mercy.

and thus began the long hours of you being suspended in the air, constantly teased. touches varied from feather light to sudden roughness. but no matter what he did, it all stirred life to the needy pleads of your body.

"don't whine, i'm being nice to you." alhaitham said after a babble of begs reached his ears when yet another orgasm was taken away from you. he kissed your nipple, tenderly, then bit on it and tugged. wanting to hear another wanton moan. "ngh!~" your head threw itself back whilst your legs kicked (as much as they could against restriction.)

hips stuttering once alhaithams free hand ventured downwards close to your twitching hole, too close for your liking. he chuckled feeling the heat between your thighs, but continued past the desperate heat to fondle at your tiny balls.

pre begun to leak down your sensitive shaft, dripping and leaving a small pathetic puddle on the floor. and alhaitham decided to finish it then and there.

"gah!?-" a painful pleasure struck you when he pulled on your hardened nubs, leaving you drooling and squirming. your mind couldn't figure out if you were squirming away or towards the sensation. "nngh! hai- haitham!~"

hips stuttered with every tug on your chest, and alhaitham wished he could see your crossed eyes underneath the blindfold. but the scribe was curious, and wanted to see if you could cum faster.

he began to tug on your tail harshly, while still paying attention to your cute nipples. "nn.. nooo! 'm sensitive!" you wailed, unprepared for the rushing pleasure that travelled all the way down to your cock.

soon enough, the bead of pre on your tip became a string of white, coating both of your chests in a sticky mess.

you'll have to tell the fatui to remind you that alhaitham is very serious about his documents...

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THE SCIENTIST'S NEW LAB RAT...

featuring vibrators, multiple orgasms, sounding, and dottore (not prime).

how many times already? you've lost count. and the loud buzzing didn't do any help to make you remember anyway.

your plan was simple; get to snezhnaya, sneak past the lowly guards, and somehow snag the doctor's latest creation— a faux gnosis. your client believed it to hold the same celestial power like a true one.

suspicion nagged at the back of your mind when you noticed the lax patrol around dottore's laboratory, and you should've known that he had some sort of contraption so insane that he didn't need any guards.

nonetheless, you shrugged such a situation off.

"a-ahnn!~ hah- wait, no! i can't-" a loud moan ripped from your throat, and a pathetic spurt of semen landed on the floor again.

your wrists and ankles hurt— being held by cold metal for hours wasn't all that pleasant.

a guttural chuckle echoed around the room, laughing at your state. "do you like it? i decided to modify my new security measures when i heard of a certain cat burglar and his plans to take away my precious gnosis." dottore finally entered your vision, circling you like a predator.

the scene of you being captured replayed constantly in his mind. it was too good!

as soon as your feet stepped through the metal door, they triggered a sensor that allowed two cuffs to come out of nowhere and secure your ankles. they were weighted— and the heaviness on your feet caused you to collapse. which allowed the handcuffs to attach itself on your wrists.

so now you were wriggling on the floor, being tortured and teased by various vibrating instruments. you had cum in your pants for the nth time by now, and the vibrators in your ass assaulted your sensitive prostate nonstop.

"can't- don't wanna cum anymooore!~" you whined, body twitching from the extreme pleasure that caused tears in your eyes. all the while dottore thought you could belong to an art exhibit!

footsteps approached. "well, if you say so." dottore had a mischevious grin, as he held out a long beaded rod for you to see. "ngh!?-" suddenly a cold sensation entered your urethra; succesfully blocking any future orgasms.

to make it worse, the doctor had turned all vibrators to max. he could only chuckle when all your sounds echoed off the walls. be it babbles, whines, or squeals, dottore took it all in. "aww," he pet your ears gently— contrast to the harsh movements within you.

in the same rhythm of his hand, dottore moved the sounding rod up and down, with every thrust downwards he pushed it in more, until the biggest bead nestled itself on your tip. and as soon as it did, your toes clenched.

fuck. it touched your prostate.

"gukh!~" your jaw went slack, and an extreme feeling rushed to your red, throbbing, cock.

he could only cackle when not an ounce of cum escaped, maniacal laughter fading when you passed out.

dottore has such exciting plans for his new pretty kitty!

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METHODS OF DISCIPLINE...

featuring office sex, power imbalance, size difference, and wriothesley.

"i'm innocent! i swear!" you plead as wriothesley dragged you through the halls, the sight of never ending cells made you shiver.

the buff male didn't pay you any mind. continuing to tug at the long metal chain around your neck, leading you to what seems to be his office.

your were wide eyed and fearful, that much wriothesley could tell. hearing that cute little gulp behind him made his cock twitch.

he didn't expect such a famous burglar to be so... cute. everything about you seemed meek now that you were in chains. and the cold steel around your skin wasn't a bad look on you, either.

wriothesley chuckled to himself, shaking his head as you both approached his office. honestly? the sound of his deep laugh was quite nice, despite the initial fear rattling your bones.

"don't lie, boy. i know what you did." he huffed, throwing you onto his desk, and the loud slam of his door made you flinch. in an attempt to be free from future punishment, you scrambled to defend yourself.

"i'm not! i didn't do anythi-" you garbled when the taste of leather invaded your tongue, did he really just shove his fingers in your mouth!? wriothesley already predicted your next move and pinned both wrists above your head.

"ah-ah, lying will make this worse."

a diappointed tsk made you flinch, especially as you felt a pressure on your clothed bulge. you gave him a weak kick to his thigh— and wriothesley couldn't help his rising laughter.

"what's a kitty like you gonna do to me? don't you see how small you are?" with every word he said, wriothesley inched his face closer and closer to yours. until you felt his hot breath fanning your face.

just right when you were gonna talk back, he begun to rub his knee in circles, the feeling was so good that you threw your head back against the desk. "hng!~"

and wriothesley saw an opportunity.

in a quick movement, he leaned down and bit. not so hard to draw blood— but it'll definitely leave a mark. "huh?- wrio!~" your legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist, making him put down his knee and grind his hard on against your leaking sex.

bite! "who allowed you to call me that?" he bit just on your collarbone, quickening his thrusts. the slacks around him began to feel small with his growing size— and you just got wetter by the second.

you whined, back arching from the desk. "if you're gonna punish me, get in with it!" kicking your legs in frustration due to wriothesley's endless teasing.

"tsk, how demanding. as you wish." he wasted no time and literally tore your pants apart, ripping a hole that perfectly displayed your whole underside. a cute butt to match a cute dick.

a needy moan left your spit-ridden lips, begging for him to do something. anything.

but wriothesley had already decided your fate; a perfect punishment. denying any orgasm to ever escape you.

vanillaclaws 2024.ㅤdo not repost.

[evilgwrl]

Simon Riley is enamoured by you. All of you. Whether you’re dressed up, your face full of makeup, skin stained with the sickening smell of scented alcohol, burying your natural musk behind hundreds of dollars. Whether you’re fresh out of the shower, the hint of your body wash lingering across your damp body, your hair tied in a messy turban, small droplets falling down exposed skin, the rest being absorbed by your cotton towel.

But he loves you especially when you’re underneath him, completely at his mercy. It shows him that you trust him with every fibre of your being, that you’ll allow him to take you, all of you, without him even asking. He loves the way you look up at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears as you latch onto the muscles of his back, nails digging deep crescents into the ivory of his skin.

He loves the way you practically whimper his name, your lip jutting out with every deep thrust, gummy walls squeezing his member, eyebrows scrunched up as soft wrinkles enfold themselves in your forehead.

Simon loves the way you squeeze your thighs against his ears, almost killing him when he isn’t able to hear those pretty sounds you moan out fully. He loves how responsive you are when his tongue dives into your weeping hole, clit throbbing with anticipation as you near an orgasm.

But Simon thinks he loves you most when you’re lying naked next to him, whispering praise in his ear and professing your love to him, sweaty bodies laced into one as you lap in each others touch, completely fulfilled by one another.

[satori-runa]

—Santas little mess

Summary: You seem to get your present a bit early this year.

Tags: Established Relationship, slight fluff, smut, cunninglingus, 'shibari'/bondage, p in v, teasing

Words: 2,8k

— MINORS DO NOT INTERACT —

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Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as you took in the sight before you. Mr Crawling sat in front of you in the living room, looking like a hot mess. His long black hair, usually untamed, had been neatly tied into a sleek ponytail that cascaded down his back, stray strands framing his sharp jawline. The gentle glow from the nearby Christmas lights danced over his exposed shoulder, the pale grey skin gleaming faintly under the warm hues.

But what truly stole your focus was the mischievous red ribbon that wound around him like a rope— giving you the display of a sinful allure. The ribbon clung to him like it had its own will, curling and tightening in ways that left little to the imagination. It coiled around his torso, pushing his shirt dangerously high, teasing glimpses of his toned abdomen. It slipped down his legs, the fabric of his clothes hitched up just enough to leave you wondering, craving to see more.

The way the ribbon wrapped around his chest was almost too much, emphasizing the way his muscles shifted with each subtle movement. The soft, glittering texture seemed to mold itself against him, drawing attention to every detail of his figure. And his arms, the ones you always glanced at, are tied on his back somehow, leaving him with no way to move.

A shiver ran down your spine as you took a shaky breath, your cheeks flushing hotter by the second. It felt like the universe had decided to reward you for all the stress this holiday season had thrown your way. Seeing Mr. Crawling tangled up like this, helplessly at the mercy of festive chaos, was a personal gift—one far better than anything that could be wrapped under a tree.

He didn’t make things any easier with the soft whining and restless squirming, his subtle cries for help sounding far too much like something more suggestive. The way his body arched slightly against the ribbon's grip only added to the sinful image before you, making it impossible to ignore the heat crawling up your neck.

“Hold still.” You said with a breathless laugh, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound composed. You could feel the burn of a deep blush spreading across your cheeks as you reached for the ribbon, your fingers brushing against its glittering surface.

The moment you tugged gently on the red plastic, it obeyed your touch temporarily, sliding and curling around him as if it were alive. But just as you began to untangle him, the ribbon seemed to retaliate, tightening in another area of his body with wicked precision. A low, unrestrained moan escaped his lips, louder this time, and the sound sent a jolt of warmth straight through you. Your hands faltered for a moment as your gaze flicked to his flushed face, his expression glinting with a mixture of frustration and something far different that you couldn't name.

You knelt down, bringing yourself face-to-face with him, your hands fumbling with the tangled ribbon as you tried to free him once more. But every pull and adjustment seemed to elicit another soft gasp or moan, the ribbon tightening in ways that had an unintentional intimacy you couldn’t ignore.

A heat began to pool in your core, your breaths growing shallow as your gaze flickered over his trembling form. You could feel your panties dampening at the sight—his flushed face, the way his body shifted under the glittering red ribbon, and the soft, pleading sounds escaping his lips.

But it wasn’t just you. Crawling was visibly affected, too. Your eyes darted downward, catching sight of his bulge pressing insistently against the fabric of his clothes. The ribbon had framed it perfectly, curling around him as if it were teasing you both, like a gift begging to be unwrapped.

And how could you deny him? The need in his eyes, the way his body strained against the ribbon—it was impossible to resist. Your hands stilled for a moment as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “Maybe I should take my time unwrapping you.” You whispered, your voice laced with playful mischief.

His breath hitched at your words, his expression shifting to some flustered confusion as he didn't understand their meaning. The faint tremble in his body only spurred you on, your fingers ghosting over the taut ribbon that wrapped around his chest and thighs.

"You're awfully quiet now." You teased softly, your voice dripping with amusement. "Where's all that whining from earlier?"

Crawling turned his head slightly, his raven hair spilling over his flushed cheeks, but he couldn't hide the way his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. He bit his lip, trying to stifle another sound as you gave a deliberate tug on the ribbon.

It shifted again, this time tightening against his hips, pressing against his growing arousal with maddening precision. A low, broken moan escaped him, his hands, still behind his back, clenched into fists as if he was trying to keep himself under control.

Your eyes lingered on the way the ribbon framed his body, accentuating every curve and edge. The thought of unwrapping him slowly, savoring every reaction, sent a shiver through you. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his jawline as your fingers played with the ribbon at his waist.

“You want stop?” You finally used your shared language, the foreign words rolled off your tongue easily this time.

The way his body tensed, the soft growl in his throat—it was all the answer you needed. You smiled, your fingers slipping under the edge of the ribbon as you began to peel it away, inch by tantalizing inch. The anticipation hung thick in the air, each moment stretching into eternity as you unraveled the beautiful chaos before you.

His breathing grew heavier with each deliberate pull of the ribbon, the tension between you almost suffocating. You relished the way his body reacted to your touch—subtle shivers, soft gasps, and the faintest twitch of his fingers as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you.

You tugged again, this time more firmly, and the ribbon slid free from his chest, revealing more of his pale, flushed skin. It pooled around his waist like a tempting frame, leaving just enough to stir your imagination further. Your hands moved with purpose, slowly unraveling the ribbon around his thighs, each shift making the fabric of his clothes ride higher, exposing more of the firm, defined muscles underneath.

Crawling’s voice broke the silence—a low, desperate call that sent heat coursing through you. “Do not stop...”

You met his face, his expression smoldering with frustration and need, and you couldn’t help the sly smile that curled on your lips. “But you look so good like this.” You teased, your voice barely above a whisper, while knowing he didn't understand. “All wrapped up, just for me.”

The ribbon tightened again, pressing firmly against the growing bulge between his legs, and a guttural moan escaped him, louder this time. You leaned closer, your fingers brushing against the fabric as you tugged the last loop of ribbon free, watching it fall to the floor in a shimmering heap.

His clothed cock was fully exposed now without the influence of the ribbons, straining against the thin material of his clothes, leaving little to the imagination. You hesitated for just a moment, savoring the sight before you, before reaching up to cup his cheek gently and without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing into his as your hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of his trembling body.

His lips were a bit dry yet desperate against yours, moving with an urgency that made your head spin. The heat of his breath mingled with your own as his hands finally found the courage to move, fingers curling around your waist and pulling you closer. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and it only spurred you on further. He wasn't holding back at all but claimed you in a primal way.

You broke the kiss just enough to breathe, your foreheads pressed together as you caught your breath. Your hands wandered, slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. The way his muscles tensed under your touch sent a thrill coursing through you. "You pretty," you murmured, your voice trembling slightly but laced with sincerity.

Crawling let out a shaky breath, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he giggled happily. You chuckled softly, leaning in to press another kiss against his lips, this one slower, more deliberate. "

His hands slid lower, gripping your hips as his body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you. The friction sent a shiver down your spine, and a soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“Want you,” he growled softly, his voice thick with need. Before you could respond, he flipped your positions, pinning you gently beneath him. His movements were rushed, almost primal, as if he was thirsting for you.

“Need you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a wave of heat through your body. “Can I?”

The words sent your heart racing, anticipation bubbling within you as his hands roamed your body, his touch firm yet tender. He leaned down, his lips finding yours again as the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in a haze of passion and desire.

His lips descended on yours with a fervent intensity, every kiss deeper, hungrier, as if he was trying to consume the very air you breathed. His hands explored your body without hesitation now, sliding up your thighs, over your waist, and under your shirt, his touch igniting sparks that left your skin tingling.

Your hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his muscles as you tugged at his shirt. “Want you too.” you whispered, your voice breathless, daring him to take control.

He smiled, full of excitement, before leaning in to kiss your neck, his lips trailing fire down your skin. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, earning a soft gasp from you that made his grip on your hips tighten. The way his body pressed against yours left you painfully aware of his arousal, hard and insistent against your thigh. He copied your past intimate encounters quite well at that moment and you blessed his ability to learn so fast.

Crawlings large hands slipping under your shirt to push it higher, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. He paused for a moment, his expression now a mixture of lust and admiration. “You pretty.”

Before you could respond, his lips descended again, this time on your chest, his kisses hot and lingering as he worked his way lower. His fingers tugged at the waistband of your skirt and panties, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, silently asking for permission.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need.

That was all he needed. In one swift motion, he rid you of the offending fabric, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them eagerly as his lips followed, his kisses trailing dangerously close to where you ached for him most. The anticipation was unbearable, every touch and movement sending waves of heat coursing through you until you were trembling beneath him.

His lips hovered over your most sensitive spot for just a moment, his warm breath teasing you before he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there. Your body jolted at the sensation, a desperate moan slipping past your lips as your fingers instinctively tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Crawling let out a low, satisfied whine, the vibration sending shivers through your entire body. His tongue followed, tracing languid, maddeningly slow patterns that left you trembling beneath him. He worked with precision, alternating between soft kisses and bold strokes, as if he wanted to unravel you completely. And he didn't waste a single drop of your precious juices.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, each wave of pleasure crashing over you more intensely than the last. You tugged at his hair, a silent plea for more, and he obliged, his movements growing bolder, more deliberate.

The heat coiling in your core grew unbearable, your body arching off the surface as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. “Crawling… please,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his face filled with pride and desire. His lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Cute. You Cute. I like you cute.”

Before you could reply, his hands slid higher, his fingers finding their way to your clit that made you cry out his name. His lips returned to your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he worked you over with an intensity that left you breathless. Your hands gripped at him desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders as you finally shattered, your release washing over you in waves. He didn’t let up, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were left trembling and utterly spent beneath him.

Crawling kissed his way back up your body, his lips brushing against your jaw before capturing yours in a deep, searing kiss. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of affection as he cradled your face in his hands.

But the heat in his gaze hadn’t faded, and you could feel his arousal pressing insistently against you, a silent promise that this was far from over.

He hovered over you, his body pressing firmly against yours. The unspoken need lingered in his expression, a moment of tenderness breaking through the heat of the moment. You nodded, your hands sliding up to cup his face, pulling him down into a slow, passionate kiss, a contrast to his endless energy.

His lips moved against yours with a softness that belied the intensity of his need. Slowly, he reached between you, guiding himself to your entrance, his movements deliberate and careful. The first push was gentle, almost hesitant, as he entered you, stretching you in a way that left you gasping for air.

“You hurt?” he murmured worriedly against your lips, his voice laced with concern even as his breath came in ragged gasps. He stopped for a second, making sure you were okay, after he learned not to rush it from the first time you slept with him.

You nodded again, your nails digging into his back as you adjusted to the sensation, the overwhelming fullness that sent a shiver down your spine. “Perfect,” you whispered, your voice trembling but full of reassurance. “Do not stop.”

His body relaxed slightly at your words, and he began to move, slow and measured at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you beneath him as he buried himself deeper with each movement.

The room filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and soft moans, the tension building between you like a fire that threatened to consume you both. His pace quickened, his control slipping as his own need took over. He kissed you fiercely, his lips trailing from your mouth to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your head spin.

“You feel good,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he drove into you with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, your body arching beneath him as the heat coiling in your core became unbearable.

Your name spilled from his lips like a prayer as his movements became erratic, his grip on you tightening as he chased his release. The feeling of him inside you, the way his body pressed against yours, was enough to send you spiraling over the edge again, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Moments later, he followed, his body tensing as he buried himself deep within you, his release leaving him trembling as he coated your walls with his cum. He collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he held you close, his lips brushing against your temple in a tender gesture.

The intensity of the moment faded into a quiet intimacy, your bodies tangled together as you both caught your breath. Crawling pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper as he said with a giggle. “I like you. You mine.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back as you whispered back, “Me yours.”

[fwol-jintu]

funny idea where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a cute colorful lil world and his system tells him to collect data on bunnies, and not just any bunnies- beast bunnies

He thinks its cool, like omg theres this one bunny w dark fur and lil horns!! Omg its so cute, and this one has wings..!! And this one- its glowing! Its literally so cute!!

So he's in beast heaven where his goal is literally just Gotta Find Them All and optionally record their behavior for extra d-points! (D standing for data <3)

Eh, downside is he cant really use his left arm cuz he hasn't unlocked dual maining yet... but he'll get to it soon! For his bunnies!!

but! Theres evil creatures trying to eat his precious bunnies while he's researching them...!! His system tasks him with getting rid of these corrupted devourers to protect his defenseless bunnies-

well they're not all defenseless but the ones who CAN protect themselves are rare and most of what he has are just precious babies hiding behind him!! So, he takes up the missions and fight the evildoers!

Hey, but wait a minute- system, why are the devourers just.. pirate carrots?!

Oh, hey atleast he got a weapon!

Crack crack, boom!! He defeats the corrupted devourers- er, carrots- but wait, something sparkles in the corner of his eyes... he trims through the bushes and finds- another bunny?

[You have discovered Haze-Coated Dreams!]

His eyes were wide and shining because WOAH omg this bunny was majestic! It had a light shade of green and like, cute wind patterns! Theres even a little star pattern on its head!

But... aww, poor thing is trembling, it was so small too, probably just a baby. His heart clenched at the thought that those devourers were gonna eat something so cute... he looked around, though he cant seem to find its mother. They were probably eaten by the devourers...

He sighed and decided to just take the bunny in! More d-points for him!

He gently picks it up and cradles it in his arms.

[You have acquired Haze-Coated Dream!]

[Adding to database....]

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Xiao Jiu ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from monsters that sought for his flesh and blood.

But it was futile, wasn't it? They were faster, stronger, and he was just prey.

It wasn't any better that his clumsy self tripped and sprained his ankles. Fuck.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest, he didn't want to die yet. Please.

If he could not run, he crawled. He crawled and hid in a large bush, hoping those demons had not seen him. Hoping that whatever god was up there was merciful and let him live. But then what?

He trembled in the cold, his body aching and hurting all over.

Why did it have to be him?

His breath hitched as he heard the sounds of cracking bones and tearing flesh. He trembled and hugged himself tighter, trying to get himself together.

Crawl, crawl damnit. Move. Anything.

Why did it have to be him?

He couldn't hide his fear when he so clearly felt a shadow loom over him. His instincts burned and screamed and made him look up, to see if the monsters had spotted him.

The bush was cut, and he was exposed.

No. No.. nonononono NO NO-

Please.

Xiao Jiu froze as he saw a bloodied man, arm ripped off and dry blood staining the ripped clothing.

The man- more demon-like than the actual demons he saw - approached him- no get away from me- and picked him up. And cradled him.

He couldn't do anything. He was scared, confused, angry- and.. helpless, in a lot of senses.

He wasn't willing to backdown without a fight however.

(It took sy 3 hours to put his disoriented bunny that was trying to fight him thinking he was probably one of the carrots to sleep. Poor baby.)

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Anyways so yeah shen yuan thinks he got transported into a beast bunny heaven

Literally everyone around him says otherwise, but oh no shen yuan doesnt speak bunny and carrot language unfortunately :(

Sy thinks he's a beast tamer and also he chops up all the carrots to feed to his bunnies (remember what carrots are?... yeah... his house is a bit... messy...)

Sy: omg new rare bunny type?!?!?!!! This is the best day ever.

Sj, traumatized asf: who are you..?!. (sy baba-beams him and he immediately (4 weeks) becomes his boy)

Sy serving his bunnies the chopped up carrots: eat up and grow big and strong!

Sj: (avoiding the "carrots" bc he is NOT eating raw flesh)

Sy, noticing sj avoiding the carrots: oh no, my baby still has trauma from that experience :( its ok, SYSTEM!!!! gimme recipes. Now.

Sy looking at the (dead) carrots: i wonder if i can eat this...

System: no!!! It is heavily advised against!!

Sy: huh? Why?

System, sweating and trying to find an explanation that doesnt reveal the carrots are literally just demon abomanations: .....theyre digestible only to the rabbits! Theyre toxic to humans like how chocolate is toxic to dogs!

Sy: (believing it) huh... that makes total sense.

if you're wondering what sy looks like in this au, in literally everyone else's POV he:

Has one arm, the other looks like it was ripped off

Has clothes that are bloody and dirty asf like he just got out of a bloodbath

Has dead eyes and a clawed out eye (referencing to the fact he sees the world like a cutesy place even tho it isnt LMAO system pulling so many strings)

Has a butcher knife

His okay-arm has spikes coming out of his flesh

So basically he looks like he got out of a slaughter/cruel lab but he loves his bunnies (monstrous pets with 1 lil very hateful kid) very dearly and no when he sees himself in reflection he just looks like a Normal Guy

This is just my excuse to make monsteryuan but slightly more insane

[a-b-riddle]

Part 9 (unrevised version). Since I've gotten 6 messages and a good bit of asks requesting to view it. Here it is, not in its final form.

You had hoped Monday would have treated you better than the past two days, but walking up to your shop in the pouring rain to already see a body standing outside waiting wasn't a good sign.

Customers who waited outside your shop always made you feel uncomfortable. But when you finally got close enough, you took in the person before you.

"We don't open for another hour." Your voice flat as you fished for your keys.

"I'll wait." Was Kyle's reply.

"Then you'll have to do it outside." You said, the key sliding into the lock. He didn't argue as you shut the door behind you. Didn't even bother knocking when, after thirty minutes, you looked in the window to see that the wind was causing the rain to blow sideways.

You relented. Letting him in thirty minutes earlier. It was a small mercy, even if he was soaked to the bone. You almost felt bad when his chattering teeth were the only thing you could hear.

Almost.

"I take it John told you about our little talk yesterday." You said, going about your business. Engaging in the conversation as if you were talking about the shitty weather that had tried to drown him.

"He did." He gave a sniffle. Running a hand over his beautiful, wet face. Droplets still staking their claim on his skin. "H-he alssso t-t-told us we were on our own in begging for our own f-forgiveness. Ra-ra- rightly s-s-s-so."

You huffed. Guilt beginning to eat at you before you turned, disappearing to the back of the store and coming back with a shirt and a blanket. "You left the shirt here."

He had no shame and wasted no time in taking off his jacket and soaked shirt. His chiseled body exposed to you. It was almost instinct to reach out and touch the soft skin. You luckily possessed some form of self restraint.

"So are you here to promise to make amends as well?" You crossed your arms. You meant it as a sign that you were wanting to create distance, but honestly you didn't trust yourself. It was second nature. Kyle and Johnny were tied when it came to having to always touch you.

Probably why his ghosting sucked so bad.

"I'd like to take you out." You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. It wasn't until Kyle's face fell that you realized, "Oh, you're actually serious."

He opened his mouth, ready to no doubt give you the same exact promises of doing better that John had given you the day before. Fortunately for Kyle, you didn't have the time to entertain a conversation.

"Fine." You immediately relented. No argument. "That Indian place where I asked you to go four months ago. Seven. If you manage to figure out which place, then I'll be meeting you there. Otherwise you'll be eating alone."

Kyle stood still. Unprepared for the fact that you had... agreed. You actually agreed to let him take you out.

"I can pick you up."

"Not sure what time I'll be getting off today. Might go home first. Might just go straight there." You started opening tasks again. "I have to finish setting up. Seven sharp.

"Seven sharp." He repeated, his smile lighting up the room.

It made you feel sick.

It was 6:45 when your phone started ringing. It was Kyle. Confirming that he was at the restaurant you were supposed to go.

7:00. He had gotten the two of you a table. He'll go ahead and order you a drink. They had mango lassi, but wasn't sure if you wanted to stick to just water.

7:15 He tries calling you. When it goes to voicemail, a follow up text is sent asking if you're okay.

At 7:20, while sitting on the couch you text back. Sorry. Something came up. We'll reschedule, I promise.

If you knew giving them a taste of their own medicine felt so good, you would have done it ages ago. You felt no since of shame in sending it. You hated being petty, but you wanted them to know what it felt like.

John had a lot more of verbal outbursts coming his way and if Johnny was hoping for a chance, he would be lucky if you had sex with him again before marriage.

Ten minutes later, on the dot, there was a knocking on your door. Your food had arrived. Blindly, you opened the door. Only instead of the take out you had delivered, Kyle stood there. Yet again soaked to the bone and this time out of breath.

"How did you know I was here?" Was the first thing that had come into your mind. If anything, he would have went by the shop first, but no. He came here. You weren't the type to deviate from a schedule, but christ. Simon at your date and then the club. John at the shop on your day off. Now this. "I swear to fucking god this fucking stalking-"

"Easy now, Love. No one's stalking you." Bullshit.

Absolute bullshit. They were military. Really important and special connections type of military, but this was bullshit. They were keeping tabs on you somehow.

"I know for a fucking fact that place is only ten minutes away. So you didn't have time to check out my store-- where I should be-- before coming here. So I'm going to ask you again, how did you know I was here?"

"Okay," he shrugged. "Stalking. We're stalking you." Kyle was lying. We he nodded like a bobblehead, you knew whatever was coming out of his mouth was bullshit. The first time you confirmed it was after Johnny had volunteered to make haggis. Kyle told him it was good, no doubt hoping to spare his feelings.

"Kyle." You warned, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched. He paused as if trying to form another lie, but coming up short. Sighing in defeat, he confessed.

"Blocking us didn't stop you from sharing your location." In that moment, you could have strangled him. They had been still using your location. Something you had given them as a way to find you if you ever needed help. Now those assholes were using it for their own benefit.

"Son of a-" you shut your mouth. "I can't do this with you right now, okay?" You didn't confess that your publisher had asked for a last minute zoom call in the middle of your busiest work hour to see how you felt about doing a few meet and greets, all expenses paid.

Good news, but still... overwhelming. You still felt like an imposter. That you didn't deserve the hype you were getting. Your story wasn't that good. Your characters didn't hold much depth.

"Everything okay?" You didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to give him the chance to offer the reassurance you desperately needed for something he had no idea about.

"Why?" You asked, changing the subject. "I just want to know why? With John I get that the job gets stressful and needing someone to take-"

"No," he finished. "That's not an excuse. It's a reason. Not an excuse." His jaw clenched. "There is no excuse for how any of us treated you."

"Then what was your reason?" you asked. "I'm finding it very hard that someone who quite actively avoided me suddenly wants to get back together."

"I slacked off?" He shrugged. "I figured there were four of us and if I wasn't able to be there, it wouldn't make a difference."

"If you're just going to lie, Kyle, there is no point in continuing this conversation." You go to close the door only for his hand to stop you.

He stands there, looking at the ground. Even from the this angle you can see him take his bottom lip between his teeth.

He's nervous.

You step back. Giving him the option of coming in and saying it is whatever it is he needs to stay. He may be an ass like the rest of them, but this isn't exactly a conversation you want to have in the hallway for your nosey neighbors to hear.

He takes the silent invitation. Walking in and not speaking until you click the door shut. "You want the truth?" His voice is soft, but there is something else behind it. Anger?

"No," you say sardonically. "Please. Lie to me." He sighed, but didn't say anything. You were exhausted. The past few days had been a back-to-back rollercoaster of emotions. You were drained. You didn't have it in you for this right now. "Kyle-"

"I thought you only kept asking because you felt bad for me." He said the words so quickly, it took you a moment to process them. He thought.... you felt bad for him? "Like you were still trying to include me even if you didn't want to."

"Why?" Was the only thing you could come up with. You didn't have the energy to try to come up with your own reasoning for his admission.

"Don't think I don't know how I am compared to the them." He scoffed. You always knew the hierarchy of their work, even if you didn't know all the details. John was at the top. Captain and head bitch in charge. Simon was the lieutenant with Johnny and Kyle as Sergeants. Kyle was the youngest of the group by two years, but still. What was there to compare?

"So you're not a Captain or Lieutenant?" you shrug. "Johnny is the same rank as you. And you are the youngest and I'm sure with time you'll get to a position-"

"Black!" He said. "I'm black. I am the only fucking black guy not only in this relationship. I'm the only black guy in the 141, in the unit."

When it came to Kyle, black was the last thing you thought of. You thought of his soft brown eyes or house his hands felt so smooth against your body. How his smile could light up the room and how beautiful, how head-turning gorgeous he was. "I'm just an after thought in everything else regarding the 141, why would you be any different?"

"Ky," you were going to be sick. Was this how he really felt? With you? With the others? With work? "You know I don't feel that way, right?"

"Do you remember that time we went out? That french place?" How could you forget. The maître d' had asked Kyle to put a card on a tab before the two of you were even seated. At first you thought it was preposterous. Why would you make patrons at a fine dining restaurant do that? This wasn't a pub for Christ sakes. Kyle told you not to worry about it and handed over a card.

The two of you never went back.

"Oh my god." It dawned on you. "When they asked for your card..."

"I..." he sucked in a breath. Trying to keep his composure. "It was fucking humiliating. I was a man dressed to the fucking nines with a gorgeous girl on my arm and before I even got the chance to blow my money, I was treated like I couldn't afford it. It wasn't because of what I was wearing or who I was with. It was because of me. Of who I was. Who I am."

"Kyle," words escaped you. Nothing in that moment to reassure him that it never dawned on you. That it stupidly never dawned on you how there were times that people did look at him different. You wanted to tell him that it didn't matter. That you were just as important and lovable and respectable as the others. That you loved him just as much. Words failed you. All you could say say was, "I'm so sorry."

He swallowed, before taking in harsh breath through his nose. "It's not an excuse. I got wrapped up in my own stupid fucking head about how other people looked at me, I forgot it only mattered how you did."

"And you did." You said, aching to reach out. To touch him. Offer some comfort. Hating that he ever felt like he wasn't enough. Knowing the feeling all too well. Even if he was the one to make you feel it. "You did matter to me."

"I know." He said. You were thankful he said it clearly. Not shrugging his shoulders or nodding his head as he spoke. "I'll do anything to matter to you again." He took your hands in his, even though they had ached to hold you closer. But he knew not to test his luck. "If you want to press restart and let's take it back to the very beginning, I'll do that. I will court you and woo you and make you fall in love with me all over again because I will never fall out with you. I can't."

You weren't prepared for this. You had prepared to leave Kyle waiting in a restaurant alone. Now your heart ached in your chest at the idea of letting him ever think he wasn't enough because of the color of his skin.

"It doesn't have to be now or tomorrow or next week or next fucking month." He squeezed your hands the same way had John had. With the exact same intensity and promise. "Just let me try again. I won't let you down this time. I'll put in the work."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to work to make this relationship work, Kyle." You protest, wanting to pull your hands away. Free from the spell his touch had seem to be putting you under.

He smiled. Not enough to show off his teeth, but enough where have of his face lifted up. "It's not the type of work with long hours and a shit commute. Loving you is the same kind of work an artist puts into making a masterpiece. Pouring everything into it and getting something beautiful in return."

Before you could comprehend it, your face was wet. "Kyle." Your lips quivered, a sob threatening to come out. "I never felt like I needed to spend time with you, Ky." You sniffled. "I fucking wanted to. I missed you." You were so close. You needed to reel it in. Get it together.

"I just didn't understand how you could." His confession broke any restraint you had. Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to subdue your cries. When Kyle pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around you, you allowed yourself to crumble.

Not even for yourself, but for him.

For the kind heart you now knew broke with every sideways glance from passer-byes. For the hateful and prejudice world you lived in and for how they could overlook such a wonderful man just because of something as basic as the color of his skin.

You weren't sure how long you stood crying. You weren't certain if the knock on the door behind him actually happened or something your mind had conjured to try and pull you from your fit.

Eventually you did pull away from him. Your face covered in snot and tears. Seeing that you still were in need of it, Kyle pulled you back to him, only this time your face wasn't buried into his shirt.

You stood there. His arms wrapped around your back while yours found their home around his waist.

"I used to love when you would come back to my place directly from base as soon as you got back from a deployment." You said, breaking the silence. "I would be waiting like a kid on Christmas waiting to see what trinket made you think of me. You made me feel like even though we were so far away, you still thought about me."

"Always." He said, before his lips pressed against the top of your head. "Not a day I didn't miss being here with you."

The two of you eventually settled down on the couch. Both on opposite ends with a hot cup of tea in your hands and the array of take out containers half empty. You had planned for a night of eating your feelings so there was luckily enough food for two.

"I don't want to say no." You admitted. "But I need time. Before I even think about saying yes to all of this again."

"Not all of this," he reminded. "Just me. I'm doing my part in groveling, let the others figure it out. Or at least that's just what Price told us. Although you would be doing all of us a favor if you talked to Johnny?" Your ears perked up. You hadn't seen or heard from Johnny since Friday.

"What's wrong with Johnny?" You asked.

"Lad didn't cope well with you going on your date." Not that you had fucked him and said it was a mistake.... or maybe he kept that tidbit to himsle.f

"It wasn't a-" you started.

"I know," he said. "Simon happened to be nearby." You shot him a look, letting him know you weren't buying that lie, before he continued. "But he didn't. Fuck you're lucky we were able to drag him out of your apartment before you got back and he made an even bigger fool of himself."

"What are you talking about?" You asked. "What do you mean by drag?"

"Johnny called Simon. Told him you were on a date and to bring your ass back. Although you had made it a point to fuck him and leave-- absolutely no judgement, by the way-- he was going to make it a point to never leave your bed."

"My top sheet..." You had come home to your comforters and pillows on the floor. When making up your bed, the top sheet was missing. You had just assumed you didn't put it on or maybe it was in the wash.

"Refused to put his clothes back on. Me and John couldn't risk carrying a naked, screaming Scot through the streets without making a spectical. So we rolled him up and carried him of like a rug. A very heavy, squirmy rug."

"Oh," your hand flew to your chest. "Johnny." He was the bleeding heart of the group so you weren't exactly surprised. He was also the one who blew up shit, so he was definitely one for dramatics. "So that's how Simon figured out about dinner. But the drinks-"

"Whenever Simon is home, he's your shadow. The only time we don't worry about you is when we know he's with you." That made you roll your eyes.

"You act like he's my guard dog."

"He is."

"Is not." You defended, your conversation from Saturday night coming back to you.

"You're not my body guard, Simon." You snapped.

"Not trying to be," he said. "I was never trying to be."

"He's not." you said again.

"You're right." Kyle relented, shrugging his fucking shoulders.

"You're saying that like you're just not trying to argue with me." He took a sip of your tea. "Kyle!" He sighed before looking at you as if the last thing he wanted to do was continue on the subject.

"He is." He said. "Your guard dog."

"I mean he protects me, but all of you do." He shakes his head, a huff of air going out of his nose, almost amused.

"Not like Simon." He admits it almost as if he were ashamed. "I want to say something." He said it as if he were preparing you for the next words to come out of his mouth would change the course of the night. "I need to say it because it would make me less of a man and even less of a friend if I didn't. But I don't want you to hate me or yourself for it."

Why would you hate yourself for it?

"Fine." you agreed, giving him permission to continue. "I won't hold it against you."

"You were always the one to coordinate things to do. One-on-one dates. Helping John with paperwork when shit got to crazy and you were the only one the uptight asshole would let touch his files." You gave a small smile remembering how John had barked at a recruit to get the fuck out of his office before peppering you with kisses at your arrival. Giving small pecks of appreciation as he explained what he needed you to do and how to do it.

"Helping me after my shoulder injury and staying on my ass about the physical therapy."

"Well someone had to." You countered.

"This past Christmas when Johnny needed to get his sisters gifts so you made a whole day out of it going to see lights and ice skating." Johnny was the proud owner of a freshly bruised tailbone after landing flat on his ass and swearing off skating for the rest of his life. Feckin' ice.

"Okay?" You asked, not really sure where Kyle was headed for this. He had pointed out what a good girlfriend you were, had been. How you had always tried to be helpful and do whatever needed to help your boys out.

He stopped. He looked at you as if he were debating to tell you what he had warned you about. He looked down at the floor before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Fuck." He muttered.

"Spit it out, Kyle!" You whined, now clueless to what point he was trying to make by all the examples of what a good girlfriend you had been.

He looked at you with the same solemness that a friend looked at another friend before having to call them out on their shit, knowing that the pill they were about to be given would be a hard one to swallow.

"You never did that with Simon."

[dark-konohagakure2]

imagine succubus!reader lurking in the phantomhive manor to find a victim for the night cause a succubus gets their energy if they take control but ends up getting caught and noncon-ed by sebastian until she cant take it anymore and begs to stop

UGHHH I HAVE BEEN STUCK WITH THIS IDEA SINCE THE DAY I IMAGINED IT 😭😭 petition for more succubus!reader fics 😔

tw: noncon, succubus!reader, size difference, tail pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, humiliation, creampie

All characters depicted are 18+

Sebastian takes his duties as the butler of the Phantomhive household very seriously, so seriously in fact that he doesn't ever sleep, mainly because demons don't need to sleep, but the fact still remains that there is no butler more diligent than Sebastian. His keen senses are able to pick up on the smallest of noises, even the faintest creak of the floorboards won't escape his notice. If a pin dropping doesn't go unnoticed by Sebastian, then there is no way in hell that he won't notice the presence of another hellish entity in his midst.

He is equal parts intrigued and concerned. Sebastian knows he can effortlessly dispatch any threat towards his master, bit even so the thought of another demon being after him is quite concerning. Never one to waste his time dwelling on any worries he might have, Sebastian will quickly do his part as a butler by apprehending the uninvited guest.

It's comically easy for Sebastian, he's not called a devil of a butler for nothing, he's able to use his superior strength to yank the little demon over to him when she's unaware, grabbing her by the pointy tail, which makes her hiss out in pain like a cat. Sebastian likes cats, even the ones with claws, but he sadly can't pet her, not when she's been such a bad girl as to even attempt to endanger his master.

Sebastian knows precisely how to deal with a naughty little succubus like herself, her kind feed off the sexual energy and desires of men, so he'll give her exactly what every succubus wants, he'll give it to her until she's begging him to stop. It's a fitting punishment for the demonic intruder, and it finally gives Sebastian the opportunity to stop feigning his humanity, even if just for a short while.

"Naughty thing, did you truly believe you could intrude oh my master's property without consequence? Oh how adorable~ I'll be sure to give you something to remember before sending you back to our home~"

His eyes are glowing unabashedly now, the glowing red orbs now having a feral intensity to them as he starts teasing the lesser demon, yanking on her tail roughly as he exposes her holes to his hellish gaze, teasing her sensitive pussy lips mercilessly before he decides to have his fill of her. Sebastian hasn't had a good fuck in a while, and certainly never with another demon that was aware of his true nature, so he's going to savor this rare treat.

Being centuries old, Sebastian is well versed in the art of making somebody come undone around his cock, whether they want to or not. His hips will slam against her from behind, his balls slapping against his ass while he fucks her raw, pulling on her tail like a bully pulling on the braids of a girl he likes. Sebastian's cock is long and thick, even in his human form, so it'll ram against her oversensitive womb with every thrust, forcing her into one mind breaking orgasm after the other.

Demons typically can't reproduce with one another, so Sebastian can cum inside of her to his heart's content without a care in the world, and he won't be satisfied with cumming inside of her just once, he's going to breed her until she's begging him to stop, and for hours after that too. It won't take long for her to go from confident and rude to whining and pleading with him to show mercy, but nothing will come of those pleas aside from her receiving even more mockery and even more loads shot into her already overstuffed womb.

He finds her reactions and pleading to be both adorable and pitiful, not to mention ironic; a creature who feeds off of sex now begging him to stop fucking her, her impish pussy overflowing with cum and weakly gripping his cock, fucked loose from the brutal pounding she's getting. He definitely won't be stopping anymore despite her pleas, after all, lesser demons make lovely fucktoys.

"Oh my~ begging already, little one? How sad, your kind usually loves getting ravished so, you truly are a disgrace from all demonkind~! How cute~!"

But alas, he can't keep this adorable little kitten as a house pet as much as he wants to, his young master would never allow such a thing, but Sebastian takes pride in the fact that he successfully subdued another interloper, and she won't mess with him again, that is unless she wants her holes destroyed again.

[mystictimemachinedream]

No Mercy

a/n: Damn, I haven't posted in a while but I finally had some ideas. This was just a filthy idea that came to me lmao. I should be posting another fic soon enough but it will be much longer than this.

Leviathan x Reader.

Cw: Rough Sex, Jealous!Levi, Possessiveness, Double Penetration, Degradation, Choking, Dumbification, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, kinda OOC.

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You had no idea how you ended up like this—on your hands and knees, your back arched so obscenely deep that your ass was high in the air, presenting like some desperate bitch in heat. You’d been like this for what felt like hours, stuffed full of two thick cocks, stretched beyond reason, your cunt clinging to them greedily despite not knowing how the hell they even fit in the first place. But they did—oh, they did—and now, they dragged against your slick, gooey walls, each thrust sending pleasure-cracked lightning through your body. One thick, blunt cock nudged mercilessly against your sweet spot while the other rammed into your cervix over and over, a punishing rhythm that left you shaking and delirious, every nerve in your body reduced to raw sensation.

The filthy plap! plap! of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every thrust sent Leviathan’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen clit, the impact making your toes curl, your body shudder. It felt too good—too much. Your eyes rolled back as you drooled onto the floor, your body strung tight between pleasure and unbearable need.

“L-Levi! I-it’s—ah!—too much!” You whimpered, weakly trying to crawl forward, your trembling hands dragging uselessly and pathetically against the smooth floor. But you barely made it an inch before he growled, his long, serpentine tail snapping around your waist like a vice.

With a sharp yank, he hauled you back hard onto his cocks, impaling you deeper, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurred with white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, stuffing you so full your cunt spasmed around the thick intrusion, making you choke on a broken scream.

“But it wasn’t too much when you were acting like a little slut around Belphie, huh?” Leviathan spat, his voice laced with venom. One clawed hand cracked down onto your ass—

SMACK!

A high-pitched mewl ripped from your throat as your abused cunt clenching down around him like a vice, milking him without even meaning to. His rhythm never faltered—deep, ruthless strokes that had your thighs quivering, your mind unraveling at the edges. Your mind scrambled, barely able to grasp what he was talking about—Belphie?

Vaguely, you remembered the youngest brother trying to tug you down for a nap, how you’d squirmed away, desperately refusing because you knew how Leviathan got. As much as he was the awkward, blushing otaku who stammered at the mere mention of holding hands, he was also the Avatar of Envy. And when that envy took hold of him?

He fucked you like the demon that he was, like he needed to carve his claim into your body, brand you from the inside out.

And fuck, it was always so hot.

“I-I—ngh!—didn’t d-do anything,” you moaned, only to yelp when Levi yanked your head back by your hair, exposing your throat, forcing your back into an even deeper arch. His cocks drove into you even harder, your walls stretching around him in helpless surrender. You swore you could feel him in your throat with how impossibly deep he was.

“Didn’t do anything? That w-wasn’t—ah!—an apology, you fucking whore,” Leviathan sneered, his sweaty indigo bangs plastered to his forehead, coral horns gleaming under the ethereal blue glow of his massive fish tank. Henry 2.0 swam lazily in the background, oblivious to the debauchery taking place in front of him.

The creamy mess at the base of his cocks was proof of how many times he had already wrung you dry—how many times he had forced your spent cunt to cum, again and again, until you were nothing more than a twitching, babbling wreck.

Another sharp tug on your hair made you cry out, his claws digging deep into your waist. He was always so mean when he fucked you like this, so cruel. You knew if you didn’t apologize properly, he’d break you completely—fuck you until you passed out, just to prove a point. It only made your cunt clench even more tightly around his cocks at the thought.

When he changed his pace, slowing just enough to make you feel every thick vein, every ridge, your forehead dropped against the cool floor. You drooled messily onto it, shuddering, your pupils practically heart-shaped at the change in pace. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat, leaking heads stretching your entrance, before driving all the way in again, burying himself to the base, grinding deep. The pressure against your cervix made your breath hitch, made your walls squeeze around him in helpless spasms. His tail still kept your hips up, ass high in the air, forcing you to take everything he gave you.

“‘M-‘m sorry! I-I won’t—f-fuck—do it again!” you sobbed, voice breaking into little hiccupping cries. Another deep, merciless grind had you gasping, his cocks stretching you so wide it felt like they were reshaping your insides. “I-I’ll be g-good!”

At your pathetic little plea, Leviathan’s cocks throbbed, the tight heat of your desperate little cunt making him groan. He leaned forward, pressing his sweaty, overheated chest against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as his long fingers abandoned your hair in favor to sliding down—

Oh.

Oh.

A keening whimper tore from your throat as his thumb pressed down, circling your swollen, aching bud in tight, merciless motions. Your cunt instantly clamped down, gripping him in a desperate, needy vice. Fuck—fuck—just that and the slow, deliberate grind of his hips had you teetering on the edge.

“I-I can feel you tightening up,” Levi panted, his breath hot against your ear. His normally pale cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his sunset-colored eyes glowing orange with predatory hunger. His thumb pressed down harder, faster, dragging you toward the inevitable. “Gonna make a mess on my cocks again, huh?”

Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled. You tried to rock back against him, to get him to pound you again, but his tail kept you trapped. You whined, needy, desperate.

“L-Levi! M-more—ahn!—I n-need more!”

The groan he let out was pure filth, low and breathless. His breath tickled your ear as he dragged his tongue along the shell before pulling back again. You whimpered when his fingers left your clit, but before you could protest, his hands clamped around your waist and—

He slammed into you.

“You were just whining that it was too much, and now you want more?” Leviathan panted, voice rough. “I-I guess—s-shit—I shouldn’t expect anything less from a cock-hungry little slut like you.”

His heavy balls slammed against your clit again, the wet plap! plap! echoing through the room, so obscene you would’ve blushed if you had a single thought left in your fucked-out brain. The sound of your sloppy cunt sucking him in, taking both of his cocks to the root, was filthy. It only made you get wetter, made your slick drip down your thighs, messy and wanton.

One of his hands released your waist and snaked up—

Around your throat.

Your high-pitched squeal turned into something closer to a gargled sob as his grip tightened just enough, the pressure sending you careening straight over the edge. Your body trembled violently, your walls spasming around his cocks, milking them greedily as you gushed, slick dripping down your trembling thigh. Your mind blanked, drowned in white-hot euphoria. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, just slurred, broken babbles of his name.

Leviathan let out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he slammed into you one last time—twice—before burying himself deep and cumming.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your already abused cunt, making you tremble as the heat pooled inside you. He didn’t stop, didn’t pull out—just rocked his hips lazily, fucking his seed even deeper, filling you until you overflowed.

You barely twitched when his tail gently flipped you onto your back, legs spread, his cum already beginning to leak from your wrecked cunt. You expected him to be back to his awkward, flustered self—to stammer out apologies for being so rough, to blush and look away like he always did.

But your breath hitched when you looked up at him.

He was still in his demon form, his tail flicking idly, those glowing sunset eyes fixed on you like prey. His cocks—still hard—were glistening with his own release, drooling more thick strands onto your already ruined entrance.

Fuck.

“I thought we were done. I already apologized,” you murmured, voice shaky—though your traitorous thighs spread wider in silent invitation. Your twitchy, leaking cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill it again.

Leviathan’s lips curled, his tail coiling possessively around your waist. He took both of his cocks in one hand and—

Pap! Pap! Pap!

He slapped your soaked, needy cunt with the heavy, leaking heads, making you jolt, slick spilling even more in anticipation.

“It wasn’t good enough,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “You need to give me a better apology.”

Leviathan was definitely going to fuck you unconscious.

Again.

[miserableworm]

Aphrodisiac!

★ sypnosis - giving him an aphrodisiac wasn't your best idea...

★ tags - childe x fem!reader, alhaitham x fem!reader, wriothesley x fem!reader, smut (mdni), aphrodisiac, established relationship, oral receiving, mentions of overstimulation, handcuffs, rough sex

CHILDE

Despite being under the influence of an aphrodisiac that would normally drive him to pleasure himself, something about you made him want nothing more than to please you instead.

"God you drive me insane..."

Your legs were spread wide open before him, invitingly wet and ready for his touch. He could feel your heat radiating off your body as he gazed at your dripping pussy; it was almost too much for him to bear!

But instead of diving right in like any normal man might do under these circumstances, When held back... teasingly soaking up every drop of moisture with his tongue while watching you squirm beneath him helplessly.

"Stop teasing me.." you whined

His hot breath fanned across your sensitive skin - enough to make it tingle but not quite enough stimulation yet... His hands gripped tightly onto your thighs as if locking them down so that no one else could come between them during this intimate moment shared only by the two of you...

And then finally – after what felt like an eternity – those delicious lips parted once more and plunged deep into the heart-shaped depths below…

"You taste so fucking good.."

It didn't take long before you had your first orgasm. "Aw my pretty baby is already cumming?"

"Oh but we're not done yet... you can take it, right?" He purred huskily against wet flesh before diving back in again without waiting for an answer.

He's completely pussy drunk.

ALHAITHAM

As Alhaitham's normally stoic demeanor began to slip away under the influence of an aphrodisiac, he found himself unable to resist your advances. Your every touch sent shivers down his spine and ignited a fire within him that he couldn't control.

You were like a siren calling to him, drawing him closer with each passing moment. He could feel the heat emanating from your body as you pressed yourself against him – it was intoxicating!

"Need you so bad..."

Despite his initial hesitation, Alhaitham gave in to his desires and took you roughly against the wall behind you... His hands gripped tightly onto your hips while he thrust deep inside of you over and over again... His breathing became labored as sweat dripped down both of your bodies.

"w-wait.. slow down.. I can't.. ah!"

"One more," he panted between kisses along your neckline before plunging deeper still into the depths below... "I know you can take more.." With each word spoken by this usually reserved man came another thrust from his hips - faster now than ever before.

You and Alhaitham were fully aware that 'one more' is just a lie...

WRIOTHESLEY

Wriothesley was a man of few words, but when he spoke, it was with an air of command that left no room for argument. As the aphrodisiac took hold and his normally stoic demeanor began to slip away, so too did any semblance of restraint.

He grabbed you roughly by the wrists and pulled you closer - handcuffs clinking softly as they secured your hands behind your back. His lips crashed down onto yours in a fierce kiss that left no doubt as to who was in charge here tonight...

His hands roamed freely over every inch of exposed skin while his hips ground against yours – teasingly close yet never quite connecting fully until finally... With one powerful thrust forward, Wriothesley buried himself deep inside of you

"you feel me in you?" he pressed down onto the bulge on your stomach. "t-too much ngh.."

"isn't this what you wanted? no turning back now. You're mine tonight," Wriothesley growled into your ear as he roughly pulled you closer by the wrists. "And I'm going to make sure you remember it."

His rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he pounded into you without mercy or hesitation...

[seancekitsch]

BONNIE YOUR THREESOMES ARE PEAK PLEASE WRITE JAYVIK X READER PLEASE

hehehehe this was more involved than i thought it would be

summary: you and viktor get bored and jealous at a gala, threesome ensues after

m/m/f, dom!vik, switch! mostly sub reader, sub! jayce, smut, hehehehe

“I hate these things,” you say, but you always get dressed to the nines whenever there’s a gala, not a hair out of place and the fanciest gowns that otherwise rot in the background of your closet. You always make sure you look your best for your men at these things.

“I hate these things,” Viktor says, but he never fails to pull you onto his lap when he’s sure no one is looking. He always presses long kisses into your exposed skin that leave you flustered and giggly. He always makes sure you’re taken care of and more than flirted with when you go to a gala.

“I hate this,” you’ll say halfway through the night, angrily picking at your nails between glasses of champagne as you watch Jayce be hit on by yet another investor, “Must we pimp him out?”

“I hate it too,” Viktor agrees, but he doesn’t answer your question. You both know what this is, a necessity that brews a vicious anger in your gut. Jealousy and possessiveness brew like a venom as the two of you eat caviar and french fries on the outskirts of a ballroom. Viktor keeps an eye on your scowl as he leans on the table.

“I’m mad,” you’ll pout, when you can finally tug on Jayce’s jacket and pull him near, “You’re ours.”

He’ll just laugh and urge you to finish your last champagne glass before the carriage arrives.

He throws his jacket over you as Viktor’s free arm comes around your waist. To any bystander, it looks as if the two inventors are holding up a drunk girl. In reality, they can’t keep their hands off of you.

You’re thankful the carriage driver is discreet, with noise you’re making. Viktor actively holds your top half, your chest haphazardly thrown over his as he keeps you in place. Viktor messes up your hair, pushing it all away from your face. Jayce is relentless, bordering on mean with his teasing. His too warm hands dance around your inner thighs and drag along your skin. He’s long since discarded your panties and shoved them into his pocket as he kneels on the floor of the carriage and grins up at you in the moonlight.

“Jayce, please,” You beg.

“Are you kidding?” is how he responds, his voice low and harsh, “don’t think I didn’t see the show you were putting on with Vik.”

You smile sheepishly, and look up to where a dark purple spot blooms on the man’s throat.

“You were pretty mean to tease him like that,” Viktor says, and you realize there will be no orders for mercy in this carriage for you.

The walk from the carriage to the elevator is a struggle, your legs feeling like jelly from all of Jayce’s teasing and touching as the men crowd on either side of you. Jayce lifts you as the elevator doors open, one of his hands grabbing not so subtly at your ass. This is where it gets risky, as anyone after hours could blow the little cover your trio has. 

The mood shifts as the elevator doors close, and your feet touch the ground as you both look to Viktor. Always, you and Jayce look to Viktor. Jayce holds you close, his arms caging you in. Viktor leans against the wall of the lift, his hand unbuttoning his waistcoat as he smiles at the two of you. 

“You made her upset at the gala,” he states simply, looking up at the taller man, “Let’s make sure she feels loved enough to not complain so much next time.” 

Anticipation swells in your chest, excitement having you ready to tear at their clothes right here and now, though you don’t move an inch. 

Ironic though, that Viktor brings up your jealousy. As if he himself does not have an essay worth of complaints when he himself feels that way. As if he is not the biggest complainer in Zaun and Piltover combined. You voice none of that though.

Only a small whispered “Thank you, V,” leaves your lips.

“Touch her,” comes Victor’s voice from the couch, and instantly warm hands are upon you. Jayce gropes from your hips to your chest and back again, his warm fingers leaving a blazing train in their wake, wildfires breaking out upon your skin under his touch. 

“So pretty,” Jayce breathes, his voice strained and breathy as he kisses along your shoulder. Jayce pushes the top of your dress from your shoulders, and then upon seemingly discovering the buttons along your back, his hands become laser focused on those. 

“You both are,” Viktor sighs, his hand palming over his crotch as he watches you with a predatory stare, “Get her naked, please.”

Jayce obeys, sweet obedient Jayce. His fingers find themselves spinning you around, immediately working the line down your spine. His big fingers are nimble, rapidly pulling the extremely delicate buttons apart with ease without ripping a singe one of them. His hands travel down your spine, your body reacting in turn with shuddering gasps, until he reaches the cleft of your ass where the buttons finally stop. This is when Jayce urges you to stand straight, pushing your dress down to the point where it falls down your ass and legs, leaving you bare for them spare your heels.

Jayce’s warm hands are on you, caressing your chest and squeezing your hips.

“Is it.. good? The heels aren’t too much?” You ask, their lack of immediate verbal praise making your skin prickle in a way you don’t like. 

“More than good,” Viktor scoffs, then orders “Come here.”

Without another thought, you sink to your knees immediately. Viktor’s wish is your command. 

You shuffle forward until you’re between Viktor’s knees, his brace undone and his pants already unbuttoned and waiting for you. You push both down with care, actively pulling his brace down his leg gently to make sure that it’s not bumped in any way on the way down. It’s not unsexy, the way you remove the brace is the same way you’d remove any piece of clothing, just another thing on the journey to unwrapping him like a present. And he is a present to you tonight, most of your time with Viktor hurried in the lab and mostly clothed. The time and space to actually see him bare is a rare thing for you. You take the time to take his pants with it, each inch of revealed skin met with kisses. Lipstick meets the insides of pale knees, up pale thighs, exaggerating the punctuation of the moles on his legs. 

You look up at him expectantly, as if for instruction.

“My love, what?” he ask, a chuckle in his tone as he grasps the back of your head, “you know what to do.”

With that he gently leads your head down, your lips parting to catch the head of his cock between them.  You waste no time sinking your mouth down onto him, only stopping when he hits the back of your throat. Despite the fact that he does not fully fit in your mouth, you do not wrap your fingers around the base of his dick. That’s always been a quirk of Viktor’s, that he likes it with no hands. So one of your free hands sinks into the couch, the old worn cushion soft under your touch. Your other hand moves between your thighs, moving lazy circles with your middle two fingers over your clit. You moan at the contact, and Viktor shudders as your moan reverberates around him. He crooks a finger towards the other man, and Jayce comes forward to quickly capture Victor’s lips into a kiss. You stare up from your spot below, licking the underside of Viktor’s cockhead as you watch the two lock lips. Viktor is the first to deepen the kiss, his tongue diving past Jayce’s lips. They’re so beautiful, your men. You watch them hungrily as you bob your head up and down on Viktor’s length, your cheeks hollowing out around him. Your fingers speed up, and every few moments you allow your fingers to dip into yourself, not nearly enough and not what you want but it fuels the fire in your gut. You don’t hold back with your own moaning, letting them know how good you’re feeling right now. 

Viktor seems to notice the way your shoulder is moving, and pulls away from Jayce. Not too far, as his breath still tickles Jayce’s mustache. 

“You made our little Princezno very upset, Jayce,” Viktor tsks, “Look at how good she is being for us, and you make her so jealous?”

Jayce looks down, his eyes meeting yours. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he tells you, and you hope he can see that you’re smiling even with Viktor’s dick down your throat. 

“Did you think that was enough?” Viktor asks, and one of his hands comes to your chin, gently pulling you off of him. You stretch and move your jaw, slightly sore from use. Viktor pulls you up, gesturing for you to lay in his lap. He does this when he needs a breather, when he gets himself a little too worked up too quickly. It’s almost an ego boost knowing you have that power over him, but not when it leaves him attempting to stifle a cough. You comply happily though, stretching out on your back so that your head rests mostly on his good leg, your hand lazily coming up to rub along the edge of his back brace. His still hard cock rests against his abdomen, close enough that you can kiss it when you turn your head, and you do. Your lips press a warm kiss where the base of his shaft meets his balls. 

“Look at her, she’s worked herself up so much,” There’s fake pity in his tone as Jayce moves to the other side of the ratty couch, “I think you should make it up to her.”

“I agree,” Jayce sighs as he kneels at the edge of the couch, his big hands propping up your hips for him and holding you still. Jayce’s breath fans out across your core, already dripping and ready for him. He smiles at you, and you want to run your tongue along the gap in his teeth. Jayce is so fucking handsome. You don’t know when he removed his jacket and shirt, but he hooks one of your legs over his bare shoulder before diving in. His tongue feels molten hot as he licks your cunt open, and he groans as he tastes you. A greedy slurp cuts through the air of the otherwise quiet lab, obscene and embarrassing as you throw your hands up to cover your face. 

“None of that,” Viktor chides you, gently prying your hands away, “If you must grab anything, grab Jayce. I want to see you.”

You comply, just as obedient as Jayce when it comes to Viktor. You nod and him as your hands tremble, fingers burying themselves in the hair that Jayce is trying to grow out. Jayce hums appreciatively against you at the contact. He returns to opening you with fervor, his tongue now focused solely on your clit. Jayce’s fingers tease your entrance, dipping into where you’ve already soaked and just barely breaching you, earning him breathy whines and whispered begging. 

“Jayce… need you,” you moan, frustrated tears already prickling at your eyes. He’s in a teasing mood tonight, his worst and most dangerous mood. If Viktor doesn’t call him off, you could be at this until dawn.

“Do you need us both?” Viktor asks, which you meet with nodding that jostle’s Viktor’s good leg. You look up at him, silently begging. He pouts mockingly at you, using one hand to wipe away a stray tear near your lashes. 

“Prep her,” he orders Jayce, not taking his eyes off of yours, “She needs us both, who are we to deny her?”

Jayce hums against your clit again, making you yelp. His fingers delve into you, scissoring you open and pressing deep. Finally, you think, finally. His fingers don’t stay long, just enough to soak them. Jayce pulls his fingers out and moves them lower. He circles the other hole, then slowly, ever so carefully, pushes one in. The adjustment is always a little painful, despite that you’re used to this by now. He’s slow to move, and works you open to take the second finger. 

“She tastes so good,” Jayce moans when he removes is mouth from you, only for a moment to catch his breath, “So so sweet.”

His fingers in your ass start to move a little faster as his lips reattach themselves to your clit, sucking hard on the little bud to make you yank on his hair. If there’s something Jayce likes, it’s a little pain. He fucks you on his hand until you see stars, each time you come close to ecstasy, he pulls back; maddening and near painful. He does this three times, each time has you whining and cursing and panting while Viktor holds your face still and whispers sweet praise to you. 

“You’re doing so well, look at how happy you’re making us, just once more.”

But his words mean little when you’re blinded with the need to cum, the need to make a mess for Jayce to lick up, to be sandwiched between the two of them and filled. 

“Can’t … fuck, ah… can’t do it anymore,” you plead, the tears starting to come more rapidly, a babbling brook becoming a stream. You twist nearly out of Viktor’s hold, your fingers going slack against Jayce’s scalp, and Viktor’s face goes stoic. 

“Jayce, stop!” he tells him, clear that you’ve been pushed a little too far. Jayce pulls back immediately, but doesn’t leave. Instead he wraps his arms around you, his head on your chest like a weighted blanket as he holds you. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Was I mean to you?” Jayce croons, but the way his hand envelops yours and squeezes tells you it’s a check-in. 

“A little,” you whimper, “I just wanted to fuck you… and cum.”

You add the last part with a little indignant joke in your tone. Truly, you could handle what he was doing on a normal night, but tonight, you just wanted your men and their attention. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats again, and then lifts his head up to Viktor, “You ready to go again?”

“I always was,” Viktor scoffs.

You sigh as you sink down onto Viktor’s length, the familiar stretch to accommodate him always pleasant. He smiles up at you from where he now lays on the couch, his good leg digging into the cushion to give him some leverage of his own, his own lips parted in his own clumsy sigh. You lean down to capture those lips in a kiss, a brief peck before you turn your head back to Jayce.

“You ready?” You ask him, beckoning him closer.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for something,” Jayce jokes, his knee pressing into the couch cushion between Viktor’s legs and yours. He drips some lube onto his shaft, until now neglected as some light unspoken attempt of a punishment. He remembers how you had rolled your eyes and made fun of him when he pointed out to you that he had even bought some lube to hide in one of his personal drawers in the space. Now, however, its half empty and every combination of the three of you have been more than happy to use it on more than one occasion. He gives his cock two pumps to smear the lube, then settles in behind you. Jayce runs hot, and his heat radiates across your back.

He lines himself up gently, and just as gently pushes into your other hole.

It takes everything in you not to scream and come at that very moment. You breath through your teeth, seething at the way you hold back as you adjust to the feeling, while familiar always an adjustment. Your panting breaks into a light airy chuckle as you move your hips, a small swivel and roll. Both of your men groan at the feeling. That’s their cue to begin. 

Viktor and Jayce are geniuses to begin with, but when it comes to your body they’re even more than that. They fall into opposite patterns, when Viktor is fully flush in you, Jayce is pulling back; When Viktor pulls you up from his lap, Jayce’s hips are flat against your ass. Viktor goes in, Jayce goes out, Jayce goes in, Viktor goes out. It’s maddening, and so damn quick to work you back up into a frenzy. 

“Fuck, Amazing,” Viktor pants, his head thrown back against the cushion as he tilts his hips up again into you, “You two spoil me.”

A breathy laugh leaves his lips as he continues his movement, his hands lazily tracing up Jayce’s biceps and down your waist. He smiles though youre sure he’s sore by now, something he’ll use as an excuse to have you and Jayce massage out and to cater to him and bring him a glass of sweetmilk and the little lemon loaf cake you had baked yesterday. Jayce doesn’t respond verbally, but speeds up the movement of his hips, double time to ease Viktor’s movements. He easily pushes you up and down on both of their cocks, the change in pace somehow even more divine than before. 

“Spoil you?” you gasp, your mouth hangs open as you struggle to moan between the two of them, your hands frantic and clumsy grasping at them both, yet not finding purchase or rooting anywhere. You find yourself, between the gasps and the moans, laughing too.

“I’m the fuckin’ spoiled one,” you tell them. Viktor’s hand leaves your waist, dropping down to rub circles on your clit. 

Almost instantly, you go rigid, the many orgasms Jayce had denied you crashing down upon you. The feeling makes it feel like you shatter, like your muscles are made of glass and you break in their embrace. 

“Ah, fuck fuck, shit,” Jayce curses as you tense up and shake between the two of them, “So tight.”

You moan, low and hoarse and drawn out as the two men cage you in, holding you tight between them. Viktor’s hands find your face, cupping your cheeks as he whispers praise to you. 

Heat floods you, Jayce finishing along with you, spilling into your ass with a harsh groan. He stills behind you, one of his big arms coming up from the couch to wrap around you and hug you tight, your sweaty spine colliding with his equally sweaty chest. 

“Fuck you guys are fantastic,” he whispers, his stubble and lips brushing clumsily against your shoulder as he speaks. Viktor still thrusts up into you, his movements slower now as the two of you still above him. He looks down to where his fingertips have left the faintest of bruises on your hips. Beautiful, and he knows you’ll wear them with pride. 

You start to shift on top of him, not quite meeting his lazier thrusting, but the friction is enough. Your mouth falls open, your eyes screwed shut as you keep going. You’re so good for them, with the way you’re clearly spent, all sluggish limbs and overstimulation, and still fucking yourself on him. 

Viktor finishes quietly, another flood of heat within you as he sighs and throws his head back against the cushion of the couch. His frame shudders, a full body shake beneath the both of you as bliss takes over. 

You start immediately to rub circles with your thumbs over Viktor’s shoulders, routine now as the three of you fall out of your haze, calm settling over you. Everything is still once more in the lab, the only noise your shared breathing and the hum of the generators. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, laughter on your lips. Jayce starts kissing the back of your neck, a soothing balm to ease tense muscles as he gently pulls out. He moves slowly, feeling the trickle of his spend follow his exit. You groan as he moves away, standing up from the couch. 

“Come back,” you tell him, reaching out with one hand to try to beckon him back. 

“You need a washcloth,” Jayce laughs, stark naked and proud of the mess he leaves the two of you on the couch. He shuffles over to the little wash basin and care station the three of you had slowly built up over the years. He runs the tap for a little while, waiting for the warm water before he brings the cloth under the flow of the water. He looks back at the two of you, flashing a toothy smile thats blinding even in the darkness of the lab. 

“Braggadocios, is he not?” Viktor asks, a playful smirk on his tired face. 

“Terribly,” you respond, winking at him. 

“I can hear you two!” Jayce calls as he walks back over to the couch, “Conspiring against me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you hum, but he knows thats a lie. 

He wouldn't have it any other way, though.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

you said to do headcannons right?

can you do sex headcannons for the members of the gang? Only ones you're comfortable with obv. Personally, I don't care much for Micah (I want to set him on fire) so feel free to leave him out if you don't feel like writing for him

But the usual Dutch, John, Javier, Arthur, Charles, and anybody else you feel like are just perfect. I love your writing, so I'm excited to see your take on these

<3

Sex HC Ft. Van Der Linde Gang

(Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Sean Macguire, Sadie Adler)

I should write for the girls more

Warnings: Smut, duh

Dutch Van Der Linde

He probably loves roleplaying

Pretending he's the outlaw and you're the officer punishing him

But most times he loves being in control of you, thinks it's so attractive when you submit completely to him and become his pliable little servant

Likes it when you wear expensive jewelry and gifts he buys you with nothing else on

Definitely wants you to call him Sir

Says the most poetic and flowery things to you during

Probably enjoys receiving but LOVES giving head. Views it as another way to take control

Quickies with him are non existent. To him, sex and intimacy are an art, and he will take his time with every little detail and aspect of it

Enjoys playful brattiness, definitely a brat tamer

I can see him being into BDSM. Ball gags, leather crops, leashes, blindfolds, etc

John Marston

Super messy, super rough, super desperate

Pussy eating pro. I'm talking mind blowing, back arching, toe curling, sheet gripping head. ALWAYS asks if he can go down on you

Acts like every time you two have sex will be the last

On the contrary though, I feel like he'd be into edging

Also doesn't mind letting you be dominant, he has such submissive energy

Mayhaps a mommy kink, because I can also see him calling you mommy

Would let you tie him up, totally at your mercy

He loses any semblance of shame, will beg, cry, whimper, you name it

Could consent to just about anything, if you tell him to bark he'll bark

Gets carried away when during sex sometimes, just gets absolutely drunk from pleasure

Javier Escuella

Incredibly romantic and passionate

He can fuck, but he can also make love

So much sexual stamina, and makes every time you have sex absolutely unforgettable

Loves to make sure you are as comfortable as possible and feel as though you have enough privacy. Even if it means paying for a hotel, he'll do anything to ensure your comfort

But if you wanna have risky public sex he's more than willing to as well lmao

Holds you and whispers how much he loves you while he thrusts slowly

But if y'all are fucking he'll say the filthiest shit he can conjur up in his mind while thrusting as hard and fast as he can

Slaps and grips anything he can hold onto

Overwhelms all of your senses and stimulates you in multiple ways at once

Loves cumming inside you but if not inside then on your torso or face

Arthur Morgan

Loves putting his whole weight on you when y'all fuck

Just simply pinning you down with the size of him drives him crazy

Is such a gentleman even during sex. Always stops and asks how you are and if you like how he's doing

Insists you don't have to go down on him but secretly loves it when you do

His favorite positions are ones where you're totally helpless like mating presses or locking your arms behind you

Whenever he fucks you from behind he wraps his massive arm around your neck. Idly squeezes down on your neck

Enjoys sex totally naked, makes it feel more intimate exposing yourselves fully to each other

But he loves it if you wear cute outfits for him just so he can take it off you

But he absolutely loves quickies. Complains they're too risky but every time you suggest one he's unbuckling his belt before you can finish your sentence

Definitely does the knee thing

Charles Smith

He is a pure giver. You will always cum at least 3 times or else he won't feel like he did a thorough job.

Will ignore his own aching cock as long as he can see you squirm in ecstasy

Your pleasure is his pleasure

Doesn't care if he doesn't get to cum tbh

Definitely aware of his size and uses it to his advantage if you're into that

Cages you in his arms, holds you down, puts you in choke holds, etc

I feel like he'd be pretty vanilla and you'd be the one to bring kinks to the table if anything. Will honestly do most anything you want if it brings you pleasure

Soft but firm touches, like every touch is done with intent and thought

Type to make out with you for hours without any actual stimulation and be content. Will see you off with the bluest balls.

Lenny Summers

He's still pretty young so I believe his experience would be limited

You two are probably eachother's first everythings, atleast you're his

Probably cums real fast but makes up for it with enthusiam

Will try out so many things with you, the two of you will both bring ideas to the table

Tries to start things off slow but his excitement gets the best of him

SO MUCH communication and talking during (feedback, jokes, etc...)

Very forward with his needs

Asks for hand/blow jobs a lot to blow off some steam

Very fast learner, and probably very risky

I feel like he'd ask to finger you a lot in risky situations

There's been instances where he just forgets foreplay altogether and just wants to go at it

Kieran Duffy

Submissive as hell

Definitely whimpers

Let's you take the lead 99% of the time

Will cum within five minutes max, and it really takes it out of him

Super sensitive literally everything. Touch him anywhere and he's blushing and squirming

Loves it if you wrap your thighs around his head

That being said, enjoys face sitting

Feels reassured when you tell him what to do and help him in the process

Hands roam all over you, it's like he can't fathom that you're a real being that's actually doing this with him

Eyes roll back and his face goes red when he cums. He's super embarassed about it

Micah Bell

SO rough. Drags you into position and commands you to do certain things

Likes slapping, hair pulling, spitting, I feel like he'd even be into piss. All of the above would go both ways for him.

Hate sex with him goes crazy ong. And after arguments? Just fucking all your anger away

Into degrading for sure

Sex is definitely the best emotional release for the both of you without actually hurting eachother

He's into marks. That entails scratches, bites, bruises

Make him bleed, literally beat the shit out of him during sex and he'll let it slide

Sex is a constant battle for dominance

Probably makes you do embarassing things for him like bark

Also puts you in obscene and embarassing positions just for his own pleasure

If anyone ever heard y'all have sex they'd think it sounds more like an argument and a fist fight than love making

Sean Macguire

The goofiest man during sex, not even intentionally either. He'll say the stupidest thing you've ever heard with his whole chest and you'll have to ask if he's serious

"You ready for the Macguire special?"

Loud ass moans, cannot contain them. If you're into public sex you better either prepare to be caught or mentally prepare yourself for the influx of scoldings/questions that'll come later

LOVES playful brattiness or when you want to take control. He's all for it

Has fantasies of being woken up with head

Will do the same for you in return if that's what it takes to enact his fantasies

Also into roleplay but way cornier shit like you're a nurse and he's a patient. Indulges in costumes as well

Drunk sex is the best because it's combining two of his favorite things

Sadie Adler

Also definitely does the knee thing...

Genuinely one of the sweetest and more passionate lovers, and it will translate during sex

Super gentle and passionate

Lot's of "I love you"s exchanged

Never any space between you, your limbs constantly intertwined as you kiss and move against eachother

Either of you can take the role as dom, it doesn't matter to her

Smiles the whole time out of pure adoration for you

Can be super sultry and kinky when the time calls for it though

Not opposed to being a little rougher but I can't see her going too far with that

Thinks you're far too delicate and special to be treated in such a way

[honeyncherry]

sweetest desire - sister's fiancé!rafe

summary If your sister’s fiancé is as mean as you claim him to be, why's he in your room right now?

content 18+, smut, cheating, angst

The first slap came without warning.

It landed on your cheek with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. Your head snapped to the side, breath hitching in your throat as a mix of pain and something darker coiled in your stomach. 

Shame? Desire? You weren’t sure anymore. All you knew was the way his touch lingered.

You blinked, trying to steady yourself, but Rafe's grip on you was unyielding. His fingers clung to you like thorny vines wrapping tightly around their bloom, beautiful yet merciless.

“Gotta stay with me, kid,” Rafe’s heavy voice carried an undeniable sense of authority.

His other hand tangled roughly in your hair, yanking your head back until you had no choice but to meet his piercing gaze in the vanity mirror. Your reflection stared back at you — wild, disheveled, at his mercy.

He loomed behind you, a predator savoring the thrill of the hunt; his wild, hungry eyes drinking in every moment of this twisted game.

The sounds that filled the empty air between you were primal and raw, each new one sent shivers down your spine.

How did it always come to this?

You tried to fight back, to resist him, but each thrust sent rushes of gratification over your body, making it difficult to think or form coherent words. A moan escaped your lips, exposing how effortlessly he could unravel you. How quickly he could turn your defiance into trembling submission.

Rafe smirked, clearly pleased with himself as he slid his hand up your body to pinch your nipple harshly. The sensation sparked electricity, drawing another involuntary gasp to tumble from your lips.

“I am here,” you managed to grit out through uneven breaths. Your hand shot up to grasp his wrist, but he only tightened his grip, twisting just enough to send a sharp jolt throughout, making your toes curl and your body tense in response.

“You better enjoy this,” Rafe sneered, his breath hot against your ear. His cock slammed into you again and again, the rhythm punishing and unrelenting. “After the wedding, it’s over. No more fucking around. Got it?”

Your jaw tightened, refusing to let him see the way his words sliced through you. He didn’t get to control everything, not this time. Tilting your head back, you met his eyes in the mirror, a spark of defiance glinting in your own.

“You say that,” you breathed, your voice quivering but resolute, “but you keep coming back. Every time. And you will again.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a slow, wicked grin, his fingers trailing from your hair, down your spine, and around to your front, pulling you firmly against him. “Maybe,” he drawled, his tone thick with smug satisfaction, “but who’s the one letting me?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around you like a noose. You wanted to argue, to push back, to throw his words back at him with the same hostility. But the truth settled deep in your chest, an unbearable weight pressing against your ribs.

You.

It was you. Every stolen moment, every heated glance, every whispered promise that this would be the last time — every single one. It was you who let this become a routine.

"And look at you now," Rafe continued, his voice dropping to an almost whisper as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "Bent over for me, taking everything I give you. How long do you think you can keep pretending this doesn’t mean anything?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but another brutal thrust smothered the words. Your cheeks grew hotter as a borderline shameful moan slipped past parted lips instead. 

Rafe chuckled darkly, his hands roaming freely over your body, exploring every inch of you like he owned it. Maybe he did. Maybe you’d let him claim you in ways that went far beyond physical.

The thought sent a jolt surging within you, your body betraying you as you pressed back against him, meeting his rhythm with a desperation you couldn’t hide. Rafe noticed, of course he did, and his smirk grew wider as he whispered against your neck.

"Pathetic," he murmured, the word stirred up a strange mix of humiliation and desire within you. "You keep letting me come back. Over and over again. What does that say about you, huh?"

Your nails dug into the wood of the vanity, your knuckles white as you fought to steady yourself. But Rafe wasn’t finished. He never was. His hand slowly slid up your body, fingers curling in your hair and yanking your head back once more, calling for your attention through the mirror’s reflection.

"Tell me," he ordered, his voice rough and unwavering. "What does that make you?"

You stared at him, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. There were so many things you could say, so many ways to deflect or deny. 

But the way he looked at you, as if he could see beyond every lie and excuse, left you speechless.

And then, unexpectedly, his free hand came down sharply on your ass. You cried out, the pain intertwining with pleasure, coursing within you in a seamless current until you could no longer distinguish where one ended and the other began.

"Answer me," Rafe growled, his voice thick with impatience.

"I—" you started, but he cut you off with another powerful thrust that made your knees buckle.

"Say it," he insisted, the grip on your hair tightening. "Or maybe you don't even need to. You know what you are."

You swallowed hard, your wide-eyed reflection staring back at you in the mirror: hair tangled, cheeks flushed, eyes pleading.

Weak, it seemed to say. 

Desperate. 

But there was something else buried in that look, something you didn’t want to acknowledge, not even to yourself. Rafe leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Go ahead. Say it."

The word lodged in your throat, suffocating you, but you forced it out, voice barely above a whisper, hardly even audible. 

"Pathetic," you breathed, the admission burning like acid on your tongue.

Rafe’s smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he released your hair, his hand moving to gently cup your chin.

"That’s right," he murmured, his tone soft, almost tender. "But don’t worry, kid. I like you better this way."

His words should have cut deep, should have sparked anger and the urge to push back. Instead, they ignited a fire within you, a surge of heat racing through your veins as your body betrayed you, arching instinctively toward his touch.

Rafe took note, his laugh low and dangerous, a sound that sent a chill down your spine. His grip shifted to your hips, firmer now, his movements rougher, more insistent.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice drenched in approval. "Let go. You know you want to."

And God help you, you did. 

You wanted to lose yourself in him, in this moment. You wanted to forget about your sister, about the wedding, about everything except the way Rafe made you feel.

But even as you gave in, surrendering to the euphoria crashing over you, a quiet voice in the back of your mind stirred.

This is dangerous, it whispered.

You were playing with fire, and sooner or later, someone was bound to get burned.

Rafe’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers teasing your clit mercilessly as he leaned in close. "You’re mine," hissed through clenched teeth. "Don’t forget that."

How could I? 

His hips snapped forward with brutal force, each thrust driving you harder into the vanity. The wood creaked beneath your weight, but you barely noticed, too consumed by him.

“That’s it,” Rafe snarled, his breath hot against your neck. “Take it. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You couldn’t answer, not with words. Every nerve felt alive, every inch of you hot to the touch as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Rafe’s fingers dug into your skin, leaving marks that would linger long after this moment was over. He was everywhere, in your body, in your mind, in your soul. There was no escaping him. 

“Come on, baby,” he repeated. “Let go. I know you’re close.”

He was right. You could feel it building inside you, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over you at any moment. Your nails scraped against the wood, whimpering for more as you teetered on the brink.

And then, with one final, punishing thrust, Rafe sent you spiraling over the edge. Your body convulsed, a cry tearing from your throat as the world around you dissolved into pure sensation. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you, leaving you trembling and spent.

Rafe wasn’t far behind. With a low growl, he buried himself deep inside you, his release hitting hard and fast. His grip on your hips tightened painfully as he rode out his own climax, his breath ragged against your skin.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The only sound in the room was the harsh rhythm of your breathing. Everything else faded away; the guilt, the fear, the undeniable truth that none of this could last. It all vanished, leaving only you, Rafe, and the fire that refused to die.

But when it was over, when the last tremors of ecstasy subsided, reality came crashing back in. Rafe’s hands lingered on your body for just a moment longer before he stepped back, tugging on his clothes with that same infuriating smirk. Like he hadn’t just shattered you into a million pieces.

"See you around, kid," he said casually. As if every ugly truth you’d been desperately trying to bury wasn’t just stripped from you.

You watched him leave, your heart hammering in your chest, already wondering how long it would be before he came back.

Because deep down, you knew he would. And worse, you knew you’d let him.