#her looking at me mc like that drives me insane

[leejenowrld]

i’m surprised we haven’t gotten a scene where mc sucks mark’s cock… does it happen a lot? also do they cuddle a lot?

i’ve been trying to fit in a cock-sucking scene!!! maybe in part 5… but trust me, when y/n does suck mark’s cock, it’s absolutely filthy. her lips stretch around his thick length, saliva dripping down her chin as she struggles to take him deeper, her throat tightening with every inch. her hands grip his thighs, nails digging in for stability as tears brim in her eyes, mixing with the spit pooling at the corners of her mouth. mark’s voice is a low rasp, either cooing softly as he strokes her hair, murmuring, “good girl, take your time,” or rough and demanding, his grip tight in her hair as he growls, “you can take more, baby, don’t stop.” sometimes he’s patient, letting her set the pace, his dark eyes locked on hers, filled with quiet dominance and unmistakable desire. other times, especially when he’s in a mood, he’ll grab a fistful of her hair, holding her steady as he thrusts into her mouth, his voice low and commanding. he’ll pull her down onto him, her throat tightening around his length, tears brimming in her eyes, and he’ll murmur things like, “you can take it, baby. you wanted this, didn’t you?” it only spurs him on. the way she drools, the way her lips grow swollen, the way she smears spit and precum across her cheeks with trembling fingers—it’s all too much. and when she lets out that soft, pleading whimper, he loses control, groaning low as he spills down her throat. after, his thumb brushes over her lips, cleaning the mess, and he smirks as he murmurs, “that’s my girl.”

it’s messy, too—spit dripping down her chin, her cheeks flushed, and her mascara smudged. and when she pulls back, gasping for air, the way she licks her lips, her eyes glazed with a mix of arousal and pride—it’s enough to drive him insane. sometimes he’ll tilt her chin up, wipe her face clean with his thumb, and smirk, muttering something like, “good girl. you look so pretty like this.”

as for the cuddling? ofc. they love being so close to each other and inside of each other. it’s a completely different kind of intensity—soft, intimate, and grounding. mark holds her close, their bodies pressed tightly together like he can’t bear to let her go, his warmth enveloping her completely. her head rests on his chest, her ear catching the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, calming the storm inside her. his fingers trace lazy patterns along her back, soothing and intimate, while her hand rests over his heart, feeling the steady thrum beneath her palm. when she tilts her face up, his gaze is already on her, filled with something unspoken but utterly consuming. “you okay?” he murmurs, his voice soft and low, and she nods, leaning into his touch as he brushes his thumb across her jawline. their legs tangle together as he kisses her forehead, lingering there like he’s memorizing her, his lips pressing lightly against her skin. the quiet is filled with shared breaths and a closeness so deep it feels like the outside world no longer exists.

[badasmuse]

“She Knows”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, penetrative and oral sex, bottom!reader, jealous!bada, lowercase intended, jam republic!reader, uhh spit kink

Summary: dancing on kirsten couldn’t rile bada up that bad… right?

Kinda based off “She Knows” by Ne-yo & Juicy J

after mc kang daniel announces that team bebe have won swf, i immediately run ti bada hugging her tight.

we’ve been dating for about a month, meeting on the show obviously and immediately clicking. we kept our relationship a secret since i am on another team, jam republic, and we didn’t want anyone thinking our relationship would get in the way of our performances. like jessi said, this is competition.

i feel eyes on us as i hold onto bada, mumbling congratulations and how i’m so proud of her.

“you guys seem close.” latrice says as she gets closer.

“she’s my girlfriend.” i say caressing bada’s hair. “we’ve been dating for like a month and a half we just didn’t say anything because the competition.”

“I KNEW IT!” kyma yells, “i told you. you all owe me twenty. i’m getting PAID YESSIRRR!!”

“betting on our relationship is insane. anyways, we should celebrate. club anyone?”

a chorus of yeses follow and an hour and a half later we’re all at the club getting drinks and dancing.

“don’t drink too much baby.” bada tells me, cuddling into my side.

“i won’t” i respond. i sit up straight when i hear my song come on. “oh shit kirsten come dance with me!!” i say standing and pulling her to the dance floor.

the look on kirsten’s face is priceless as i start dancing against her.

“what are you doing?” she asks.

“remember when we did angels in tibet? bada texted me when we went back to the rooms all jealous cause you touched on me and i was shaking my ass. it was cute but you know how i went out shopping that day y’all went to record with jungkook? and i came back limping and told you i pulled a muscle? i didn’t pull a muscle..”

“oh she had you like that?” she laughs and i hit her arm.

“anyway, i’m tryna get like that again and you’re gonna help me.” i sip my drink and dance against her as my song plays, moving my hips to the beat of the song.

i look up and make eye contact with bada. her jaw is clenched and she’s bouncing her leg underneath the table. i send her a wink and grab kirsten’s hand putting it on my hip which has bada poking her tongue against her cheek. oh yeah, it’s going my way.

i take another sip of my drink and lean into kirsten as another song comes on, this one sexier than the last, “do me a favor. i’m gonna lean into you i need you to run your hand down my back towards my ass, she’ll come over here before you get to it.”

“don’t get me beat up y/n.” she laughs but obliges, hand traveling from my hair and down my back. she reaches my lower back when i feel another hand on my waist, yanking me away.

“you’re on thin fucking ice y/n.” bada whispers in my ear, “sorry kirsten we have to go.” she doesn’t wait for a response, just pulls me out the door and to her car.

i pout putting on my seatbelt. “always ruining my fun. i just wanted to dance you suck.” i say.

she grips the steering wheel but stays silent.

“you not gon say nothing? you just gon drive like i’m not talking to you?” i roll my eyes. “bada lee i know you hear me talking to you.”

we hit a red light and she turns towards on me, hand immediately going to my neck, applying light pressure and pulling me close to her.

“y/n remember when i told you you’re on thin ice? that shit just broke.” she says letting go and driving off once the light changes.

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“you think it’s funny letting people touch all over you?” bada asks, cuffing my hands to the headboard. “you just love the attention you get huh? and then you have the audacity to just start mouthing off? really? let’s see how much you talk tonight.”

i giggle knowing it’ll piss her off, “i love attention bada you know that.” i let out a squeal when she slaps my thigh.

“that’s fine. you wanna act like a whore? you’ll get treated like one.”

she takes off her shirt and pulls my thong off, leaving the skirt on me, and immediately attaches her lips to my clit. “oh shit.” i breathe out tugging at the handcuffs.

she swirls her tongue around my clit and thrusts two fingers in me off rip. like damn can i get a minute? i moan louder as she curls her long fingers up hitting my spot so easily. took her thirty seconds to find that shit.

“fuck bada i’m gonna cum.” i cry out twisting and turning. tears pricked my eyes. fuck she’s so damn good at this.

she doesn’t stop, obviously, flicking her tongue faster and man that did it. i came on her face and fingers, body jerking slightly. she licks it all up and comes back up to me gripping my face.

“open.” she mumbles and i listen, sticking my tongue out slightly. she leans down and spits my cum into my mouth. “swallow it.”

i listen, swallowing it and sticking my tongue out so she can see.

“good girl.” she walks away from the bed going in her bottom drawer and grabbing her strap. man she’s about to kill me.

she turns me over roughly, pulling my hips up and pushing my head into the pillows. she don’t even give me time before she pushes into me and just starts pounding making me see stars.

“oh shit b-bada slow down.” i stutter gripping the chains on the cuffs.

“nah you wanted attention you’re getting it.” she makes me arch deeper and moves her hips faster.

i let out a scream as she shifts angles to pound into my spot yet again. she laughs as her fingers go to my clit rubbing it slowly.

“bada!” i yell out trying to move away.

“yeah, say my name pretty girl.” she says making me moan loudly. “no one will ever make you feel this good. ever. look at the way you moan for me and clench around my strap like it’s gonna disappear. you definitely belong to me.”

i inhale sharply, “cum..” i whimper out not being able to form the sentence properly.

she stops, pulling out of me and i start sobbing. “bada please i’m so close.”

she ignores me, uncuffing me and flipping me on my back and pushing back into me. my hands fly to her back, nails raking down leaving marks, if not drawing blood.

“oh shit right there bada.” i moan as she goes harder, lips finding my neck leaving marks on me. now that the show is over she can leave them everywhere.

she leans up, pinning my hands to the bed, and pressing on my stomach. that shit had me cumming. my eyes roll back and my legs shake and i let out a scream, tears flowing down my face. she keeps going, helping me ride out my orgasm.

“attagirl. ride it out. cum all over my strap.” she says, not stopping. the air leaves my lungs as her fingers find my clit and i shake my head.

“no no bada i can’t take it.” i cry out, but my fuck ass body betrays me by arching into her touch, pulling her closer.

“seems like you can pretty girl.” she says slowing down her thrusts but keeping the power.

“give me one more.” she whispers speeding up her pace on my clit.

i let out a whine and squirt all over her, falling back onto the bed.

she pulls out eyes wide. “oh shit i didn’t know you could do that!” she exclaims.

i take a few minutes to collect myself and she walks to the bathroom, “no one’s ever made me.. do that before.” i say when she comes back, cleaning me up and kissing my sore wrists.

“nice to know i’m just that talented.” she smiles.

after helping me to the bathroom and changing the sheets (having to put down some towels cause the mattress is wet) bada lays down next to me, pulling me on her chest.

“you know, you don’t have to act like an attention whore to get rough sex.” she says smiling once again. “next time ask for it.”

“girl fuck you. it’s more fun this way.”

[malachiexists13]

CHARACTER/S: Scaramouche [He/Him] MC/READER INSERT: Y/n [AFAB - She/Her]  PROMPT/S + GENRE/S: Kinktober Day 4: Make-Up Sex  ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: Dating  REQUESTED BY: N/A DATE WRITTEN: Sept.08.2024 DATE POSTED: Oct.04.2024 WORD COUNT: 875 

//TW:  - Praise Kink, Argument mentioned, Scara mentioned being mean, Cunnilingus, Creampie, slightly soft Scara, fem!Y/n with female anatomy, Scara has a penis here sorry, Dub-con, cussing, Teasing, Early Orgasm? Maybe?, Scara gets a lil mean towards the end 

DISCLAIMER: This is smut written by a minor; someone under the age of 18. If that makes you uncomfortable, then please DNI.

NOTES: This was technically the first smut I’d written in almost a year so forgive me if it’s bad. I took an unintentional break and then completely forgot how to write. 

SUMMARY: Scaramouche chuckled at her reaction and sped up his ministrations, “C’mon, pretty girl. Let me hear your sweet voice… You wanted more of my attention, right? Then…” He pulled his fingers out and moved to settle between her soft thighs. His breath fanned her sensitive pussy as he looked up from between her legs, causing her to shudder. “I’ll give you my attention…” he whispered. 

AO3 LINK: [Coming Soon]

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Dating Scaramouche was never easy. High maintenance, snarky, large ego, lack of a filter– it was… a lot. And the only reason Y/n put up with it was because she loved him, bad attitude and all. She especially adored the moments when he’d show he loved her, too. But right now, she wasn’t having it. Not after they’d gotten into an argument over his current work schedule and he called her a ‘needy, pathetic bitch.’ Scaramouche had realized the impact of his words as soon as he saw her reaction. But the damage was done. And Y/n refused to forgive so easily, resulting in her giving him the cold shoulder– 

And refused to break it, even with Scaramouche’s fingers gently thrusting into her cunt as his lips pressed against her neck in soft kisses. 

“C’mon, baby…” he whispered, “Forgive me? You know I love you. And I didn’t mean to take my stress out on you.” Y/n bit her lip, refusing to let him hear any words or noise from her. Scaramouche scowled as he noticed what she was doing, and he proceeded to press his fingers deeper into her– his thumb beginning to rub her sensitive clit. A small whimper spilled from her lips in response, but she bit down harder in an attempt to muffle herself once more. Scaramouche chuckled at her reaction and sped up his ministrations. 

“C’mon, pretty girl. Let me hear your sweet voice… You wanted more of my attention, right? Then…” He pulled his fingers out and moved to settle between her soft thighs. His breath fanned her sensitive pussy as he looked up from between her legs, causing her to shudder. 

“I’ll give you my attention…” he whispered. Y/n shuddered, biting back another moan as she felt his tongue against her wet heat. Teasingly licking stripes from her entrance to her clit in slow and light motions. Oh, how those teasing licks of his slowly pushed at her restraint. Gradually driving her insane. How she suddenly found herself wanting to break her silence– to ask him for more. But before she could even think of saying anything– Scaramouche gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to his face as he began to suck at her clit. 

His actions suddenly reeked of desperation. He was sucking and licking at her cunt like a starved man. And she wouldn’t be surprised if the way his fingertips gripped her thighs left bruises, or at the very least soreness in the morning. She moaned out in half-surprise, causing a breath of what almost sounded like relief to come from Scaramouche. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Forgive me, baby… ‘M sorry. I don’t think you’re pathetic– and I don’t care if you’re needy. I love you, pretty girl.” He murmured against her cunt. 

But before she could even respond, he pulled away and leaned on top of her to face her. His brow furrowed and indigo eyes filled with lust as he spoke in a soft voice, “Tell me you forgive me, sweetheart. Say you forgive me…” he leaned closer, to whisper into her, “so I can fuck you and feel you come on my dick.” 

Y/n felt her breath hitch at his words, and her body shuddered. As much as she wanted to stay mad, she couldn’t. Not when he was looking so desperately at her. Not when he expressed his desires so clearly like that. So she gave in, “I forgive you, Scara.” she murmured, then whispered, “...Please.” 

Scaramouche grinned, “..Thank you, baby. I’ll make you feel so good.” He sat up, fiddling with his pants until he freed his cock. Without another moment’s hesitation, Scaramouche pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. He briefly glanced up at her again, and then he pushed in– a groan slipping from him as he slid inside her, all the way to the hilt. Her breathing grew heavier as Scaramouche’s hips pressed flushed against hers. 

“Shit, pretty girl… You feel so good,” Scaramouche groaned as he began to move his hips in shallow thrusts. They moaned in unison, Scaramouche grabbing Y/n’s legs to put over his shoulders as he thrusted even deeper and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with the stench of an undeniable heated lust. He was desperate, desperate for her– and he intended to drag her down with him. To make her just as desperate. 

“Fuck– fuck, shit. ‘M sorry, baby– ah.. Gonna cum–” He suddenly groaned after a long moment, before he came. His release painting her insides white in quick spurts as he continued to move. His hand came down to rub her clit vigorously, pushing her to her own orgasm as she whimpered out. Before they both stilled, and panted softly. Y/n assumed that was it– however, Scaramouche made no move to pull out. 

Once he caught his breath, he smirked at her– and she realized he was still hard inside her… “I’m not done, sweetheart…” he cooed, leaning forward and beginning to thrust into her sensitive cunt again, “I intend to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. Until you know for a fact that no matter what I say… I love you.”

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Notes: Just thought I’d add for the record that I don’t think this is the proper way to apologize to your partner following an argument? But it’s Scara so can’t really expect much from him.

To: SUMERU [Masterlist] || Kinktober 2024 Masterlist || Alternative Day 4 || Day 5 || Main Masterlist 

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[choccy-milky]

A few months back, I asked if it was okay to write using Clora and Seb. Finished the work - thought I'd lost it on my hard drive and a virus scan located it.

Not sure if it's sad or happy, but the basic premise of it is Clora getting frustrated/upset at Sebastian and Sebastian comforting her, Sebastian getting upset at a predicament Clora's in and Clora comforting him, and them both getting frustrated/upset and having to comfort each other.

If you'd rather I didn't post it, that's fine too, but just wanted to test the waters and double check that you'd be okay with it if I gifted it to you via AO3, or see if you wanted a sneak peak of it before posting it.

OMG im so happy you were able to find it and recover the work you did!!😭🙏 AND YES OF COURSE YOU CAN POST IT AAA I CANT WAIT TO READ IT!! you can DM it to me first if you want, but i also dont mind if you post it straight away on ao3!! IM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT SM AAARGHHHA💖💖💖IT SOUNDS ANGSTY WE LOVE THE HURT/COMFORT I HOPE MY HEART CAN HANDLE IT🥺💖💖TY AGAIN FOR USING CLORA AND SEB AND TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THEM😭

@sunshine-goblin AAA THANK YOU!!! im honoured its your fav fanfic AND ALSO THE LONGEST YOUVE READ BAHAHAA fr, when you say its as long as four books in lotr it rly makes me realize how insane i am😃👍 aw IM GLAD I COULD INSPIRE YOU TO DRAW MORE AND WRITE AS WELL😭 I was curious so i creeped you and everyone go look at their HL blog @sunshines-legacy your MC is so cute and so is your art🥹💖 as for tips on writing a longfic and brainstorming and motivation and stuff, my motivation was my brainrot and unhappiness with the canon story/ending LMAOO, and looking at the story of the game and playing around with what i was unhappy with/what i WISHED could have happened instead, was a lot easier than just coming up with plotlines from scratch. but something i highly recommend is just OUTLINING and making a timeline, one of my fav parts of writing was just putting on some cafe ambience in the background and doing stream of conscious type word documents where id just barf ideas and then worry about making it pretty later....like look at how many versions of the same chapter i have BAHAHA or like different renditions bc i couldnt decide if id wanna keep a scene/what order, so id make a timeline and keep smoothing things out until i was happy with it and whatnot

brainstorming is defs my fav part of the process and the most helpful part to me. just getting a blank document and writing stuff you want to happen without worrying about how it connects to the story, and then a lot of the times as i was doing that id just keep going and it would kinda tie itself together/id come up with a solution as i was writing / once the ideas kept flowing. so basically : TIMELINES AND OUTLINES I VERY MUCH RECOMMEND, but very low pressure and barebones ones. for example, this is what my outlines/brainstorming look like

its honestly just me talking to myself LMAO, and a lot of the time ill interject and be like "OH YEAH AND THEN THIS CAN HAPPEN" as the ideas come while im writing BAHAHA. its a super fun process and honestly nothing feels better than just getting hit with that flash of inspo, and since its all very low effort theres no pressure to actually write well and its just a chill fun time AND GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR OWN PROCESS / WRITING💖💖💖it can be difficult but HOPE U HAVE FUN TOO💖💖

@a-little-lysdexic WAIT REALLY?? LMFAOO OMG THATS CRAZY....SAME BRAIN...🤝🤝...that would trip me up so much if i were you omg BAHHAHA but aside from having similar tastes in names, IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART AS WELL, TYY💖💖💖

THANK YOUUU im glad you're liking it!!! and that its taking over your life BAHAHA💖💖 the video you're thinking of was by @silverxstardust for chapter 13 of my fic, and you can watch the video here! (AND TY AGAIN TO SILVERXSTARDUST FOR DOING THIS!)

[xxsycamore]

JOYRIDE

╰┈➤ 💕MC has always dreamed about Arthur taking her for a drive, almost as much as Arthur himself has. But once the opportunity arises, they both seem to be having other ideas...

Arthur Conan Doyle x MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Car Sex; Modern Era; Public Sex; pretty sure they're breaking at least a few moral AND actual laws in this; Kissing; Not Wearing Underwear; Teasing; Clothed Sex; Riding; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Come Swallowing • wordcount: 2,241 • masterlist

a/n: Also titled "Arthur driving (me insane)". I love his card, I'm sorry.

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: In the car while traveling + Forgo underwear on the date

"Soo… what do we think?"

MC crosses her legs, angling herself just a little more in Arthur's direction so she won't miss all the intriguing little changes happening on his face. He's just finished spending a handful of seconds being stunned speechless, admiring the car's outer appearance before joining her inside. He places his hands on the steering wheel to get a better feeling of it, marine blue eyes sparkling with the wonder of a child receiving a shiny new toy on Christmas morning. They don't lose their spark one bit when landing on MC, head shaking in disbelief.

"Luv, you're absolutely bonkers. What did you do?"

She chuckles, smoothing out the front of her skirt that has ridden up just a bit from the motion of crossing her legs. It's actually a good sign that Arthur has just missed that, he must truly be captivated by her little surprise.

"I rented it! I know how much you love to drive and… I always thought it was such a shame that we're living in such an early age of car manufacturing. But now that we can freely travel through the door, I can finally help you go for a drive just like you remember it! Well, not exactly how you remember it, but…"

The MGA convertible they're currently seated in is a 1957 model, meaning it came out a couple of decades after his death, but practically is the closest thing available to his beloved dark green 16-horse-power Dietrich-Lorraine. MC even found one in the same color. Arthur's cheeks must be hurting by now but the grin is yet to fall from his face. He's busy checking out everything on the dashboard, testing buttons and adjusting the rearview mirror.

"A modern masterpiece! By Jove, how unbelievable it is that I'm going to drive this thing! MC, dear, I— Come here."

Rejuvenated by the taste of "modernity", Arthur grabs the back of MC's head to pull her in for a kiss charged with utter joy, excitement, and lots of thankfulness, of course. She's happy to catch the master of the pen being out of words, burning this sight into her memory. Actually, that's exactly what she bought a camera for. Click! Arthur, now back to his business, doesn't even register the sealing of the memory, probably due to the absence of the flash. It only makes the capture more natural-looking, and MC is satisfied with that.

"MC, thank you so much. I'm such a lucky man. And you terribly outdid yourself, you little rascal!"

Putting away the camera somewhere just close enough for some more on-the-spot memories to be sealed, MC leans in and puts a peck on Arthur's cheek, feeling her own sides beginning to heat up.

"Don't thank me just yet, wait until we get that baby on the road! I did promise you a surprise for your birthday that would come a little later in the summer, on our next trip to the 21st century… I'm cheating a little by indulging in your joy here, you know? Because of how I've always dreamed of you taking me for a drive like this, hehe…"

It would be interesting to show Arthur what a truly modern automobile looks like, but she figured that would be too much of a headache for him just yet. Besides, she prefers it if he can actually drive the thing without it ending in a crash.

It's illegal either way, and they're both aware of that, with Arthur not possessing any documents, but it's a risk they're willing to take. And Comte totally didn't tell them not to worry about that, in a very cryptic fashion. But just to make sure, they opt for a rural highway once they pull off, and make it a point to stay extra alert.

"You know what else I'm thinking about?"

Feeling the wind in her hair, MC's soft hum of interest comes a bit tardy as she's too occupied by their cruising. This only results in her slightly jumping in her seat the moment a delicate warm hand snakes its way to her exposed knee.

"Fooling around in a car with you."

She takes her eyes off the road to instead regard the audacity of that devious hand, her widened eyes then trailing to the culprit behind the steering wheel. And his shit-eating grin.

"Arthur…"

Heartbeat speeding up as his fingerpads dip under her skirt and dig into the inside of her thigh, MC can't help pressing her legs together to trap his hand in between. It's the far opposite of what she'd liked her reaction to be, with such a reckless distraction… Oh, but Arthur's own eyes are on the road, and he prides himself in being able to please a woman even with his eyes closed, and the bubbles of adrenaline pop and fuzz low in her belly and morph into something more tangible and liquid…

"Would you look at that, luv? A dirt road I could easily go onto and find a good place to pull off. Or we can drive by it and keep chit-chatting, it's entirely your call. But do make up your mind quickly!"

Alarms go off in MC's mind as she struggles to come out of the daze, and it's hard when Arthur's implication only puts her deeper in there. Just how did their scenic drive come to this?

"Pull off."

Arthur drums the wheel with his other hand, visibly pleased with her decision. In another minute the car's engine goes quiet and the world inside MC's head only gets louder, as she's being pulled into Arthur's lap.

Albeit cramped, the luxurious interior of the car makes it possible for such acrobatics, much to MC's surprise, as the leather front seat is wide and not disjointed like in modern cars. Her knees sink down on each side of Arthur as he begins feeling her up - grabbing handfuls of her ass and making her skirt hike up, then following the dips of her sides up to her breasts and bringing them in closer to his face. He's at the perfect height to bury his face in her bosom, yet the vampire in him always gets more distracted by her delectable nape. He licks a wet stripe across it, feeling the call of her blood pulse alluringly under the wet muscle. But they wouldn't want to make too much mess now, would they?

"Still up for a ride, dove?"

Arthur rocks MC's body down on his groin and puts a barely needed emphasis on what his offer entails. The soft whine that leaves her lips is like music to Arthur's ears, and he already wants to make her sing for him more. That's why he loses little time leaving those tantalizing caresses where the skin isn't burning to the touch with need, and his hand ends up fully under her skirt, cupping her hot arousal.

And to his surprise, there's no barrier separating his touch from her core.

"My, someone planned this? I can't believe you tricked me into thinking all you wanted was an innocent little drive!"

She knew this moment would come, yet now all her comebacks are forgotten with only a guilty little laugh leaving her curled-up lips. While seducing him so boldly was on the list for their date, she was thinking more of some nice and secluded spot for this to happen, preferably away from the vehicle…

MC grinds down on his palm, even if the morsel of pleasure quickly leaves her starving for more. She could get off of his lap, demand they put the roof on, push him down on the seat, do anything that will ease this feeling of committing the forbidden, laced with plenty of embarrassment on top. But alas, thrill prevails.

"Nnh… Take me now Arthur, don't waste any time…!"

Ignoring the inevitable teasing little "oh?" coming from her boyfriend, MC reaches underneath her to undo Arthur's belt. She likes his outfit for their date, grey trousers and a brown leaf-print shirt, a pair of sunglasses tucked casually in the crux of his undone upper three buttons. MC briefly considers moving them out of harm's way, to his handsome face for instance, but then his beautiful eyes would be obscured, and that'd be such a shame…

Arthur's own hands intrude to get the job done even faster, and once his cock springs out aching and throbbing, he guides her soft fingers to wrap around it.

He's quick to claim her lips as soon as her face is in close proximity, angled down to look at the growing hardness she's stoking, and the sweetness of her mouth only enhances the sensation but he can't not kiss her breathless. MC moans in his mouth, the clenching of her core becoming more agonizing with the promise of what's to come making itself known hot and heavy in her tight fist.

"Do you want to put it in yourself, little bird?"

Oh, she sees now. Arthur is making her embrace the act completely, to finish what she's started until he can come out clean in the end… It's more than a little unfair at this point. But perhaps this is not such a bad thing.

Letting go of Arthur's hot mouth with a last little suckle of his tongue, MC pins down his gaze as she secures a hand on his shoulder, ascending from her seat ever so slightly.

After an adjustment of her position, the tip of his cock comes to rest snuggly against her swollen lips and MC sways her hips softly. She uses her hand to guide it in, or at least pretends to, because as soon as the head begins to breach the leaking hole of her opening, MC pulls it out again.

"Mm…Naughty girl… don't tease now. Be nice."

Instead of falling for his husky whispering and quickly complying, MC keeps her act on. The next time she catches Arthur's gaze, his eyes are half-lidded and the cheekiness is wiped off his face.

His quiet hiss of anticipation motivates MC and she gets a little bit ahead of herself - because that's just what Arthur has waited for, and he uses the opportunity of the new shallow penetration to grab her by the waist and press down. Slowly but insistingly.

"Ahhh—Arthur-"

They both watch his cock disappear inside her, with MC throwing her head back once he bottoms out. Arthur groans at the tightness enveloping him, kissing her exposed neck.

"See? It was easy. Don't deny your desires, luv." His little noisy pecks should be calming her senses down but the fire inside her has only spread further. She figures it's about time for her to take the reins, and using Arthur's shoulders for leverage, she begins bouncing in his lap, settling an ambitious pace right away.

Arthur rests his arm on the door, admiring her as the expression on her face grows lewder by the second, struggling to keep up with the explosive waves of pleasure hitting her one after another yet still stubbornly fucking herself on his cock.

"Haah- So fast… You're going to make me come, luv."

The sudden squeezing he feels around his cock makes a brand new grin bloom on Arthur's face, and he's quick to move his other hand downwards and see if she can keep going when he doubles the pleasure. MC all but screams at the feeling of his fingers rubbing her clit in rhythm with her own thrusts, unable to do anything but to embrace the orgasm that rips through her like lightning.

Arthurs coos at her blissed-out face, even if he's barely holding himself back from joining her in the climax. Only when she falls completely out of rhythm does he take it upon himself to seize control, but just as he opens his mouth to warn of his upcoming orgasm MC unexpectedly gets completely off of him.

Arthur's deep-sea blue eyes follow her movements until her head suddenly descends and hovers over his twitching cock, her mouth opening to take him in. He can do little but remain where he is as she coaxes a powerful orgasm out of him with ease, her plush lips closing around his tip and enthusiastically sucking the seeping currents as they come one by one.

The moan that carries her name is etching itself into her very heart, with just a little spark of arousal to it that she can ignore for the time being. Arthur places his hand gently under her chin, but he can't help himself prodding at her bottom lip with his thumb just for a glimpse of the fluids coating her tongue.

She sticks it out for him but as a mockery more than anything, to accompany the cheekiness of laying her head across his lap - everything already swallowed and gone. Arthur props up his head on his arm with his elbow still resting on the door of the car, and the summer day's heat has made a sweaty mess of the hairlocks falling on his forehead. MC gets a good look at his handsome face from her new point of view, nuzzling into his hand that is still caressing her face. For some reason, they're both feeling giddy.

"So then luv, if we're done being a pair of horny teenagers, should we continue with our little joyride?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, we haven't paused for a bit!"

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[queenie-avenue]

The smell of you drives him insane.

—> why was daniel carrying amortentia in his pocket?

⤻ inspired by @mngo-jii 's post about daniel with the love potion, love potion is not used on you, mutual pining, lovey-dovey, reader is gender neutral, reader is the mc of the game, and reader is charming (in line with the canon of the game), reader is referred to as [y/n], no content warning.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

For days, you had been wondering what in Merlin's beard was Daniel — Daniel Page, the oddball you liked so much — was doing with a potion of the strongest love potion there was, just sitting idly in his pocket. Where had he even learnt to brew such a strong potion? Or did he buy it.

If so, for what purpose.

You rolled around in your bed, rustling your sheets about as you tried to get your mind off the thoughts of Daniel and his love potion. Your rustling had seemed to even disturb Lottie as she groaned and told you to stop rustling about your bed.

"Sorry, Lottie. Just a bit restless is all," you apologised as you got up. You would hate to wake up Lottie or Ivy with your ceaseless thoughts of Daniel, and you couldn't help but flush at the thought of you struggling to stop thinking of Daniel.

God, I really need to stop, you thought.

Still, your curiosity burnt like Incendio. You groaned and finally decided to head to the common room for some reprieve. You were clearly keeping others awake with your brooding, even if they didn't know that it was about Daniel of all people.

"I'll go get some tea from the common room," you whispered to Lottie, informing her of where you'd go before heading outside and descending down the staircase.

Just from the corner of the staircase, you could already hear the bubbling coming from the common room.

"Hey Daniel," you greeted.

"Oh, hi [y/n]," Daniel yawned, as he looked lazily over you.

Was it just you or did his eyes linger a bit too long?

"You couldn't sleep?" Daniel inquired, eyes retreating back into his cauldron of whatever new potion he was brewing.

"Yeah, I kept tossing and turning but I didn't want to wake Ivy and Lottie up, so here I am!" You jokingly added jazz hands to your words.

Daniel seemed to appreciate the joke as he burst out in soft laughter. "Yeah, I couldn't fall asleep either." He continued as you decided to take a seat on the couch, watching Daniel on the opposite side as he continued to stir the cauldron. "You want a potion to help you sleep?" He offered, helpful as usual; even if he didn't like to admit it.

"No, no, it's fine." You shook your head. "I think I'll just watch you brew potions."

"Great, added pressure." He chuckled snarkily. "If you distract me and I ruin this potion, you're helping to clean up."

"Alright." You shrugged your soldiers. You were used to helping around with a lot of things, really. On your first day, you had already helped make a search team to try and find Ivy and well... the rest was history. Heck, even some strangers asked for help, and you couldn't reject them. You thought back to your muggle days and couldn't help but compare it to a video game.

This time, it was your turn to glance over at Daniel. You watched as he skillfully poured some concoction into his cauldron before stirring it. It was like your eyes were some kind of magnifying glass as you zoomed in all the smaller details of his face. His hair was matted to his forehead thanks to the sweat. You knew that the heat needed to brew certain potions was quite strong. You wished you had a handkerchief to pass to Daniel. Or better, to wipe his forehead off with.

Finally, your eyes wandered down to his cauldron, and the questions you kept asking in bed persisted. Just what was he doing with amortentia? Why did he have it? Was he planning to use it on someone? Why didn't he tell you? Why did you feel hurt by the idea the potion was not meant for you?

Just what were you doing with that amortentia in your pocket, Daniel?

His head suddenly snapped up to meet your gaze. Oops, did you say that aloud?

"What?" Daniel asked, his eyes widening into saucers, his cheeks heated up like someone had casted incendio on him.

Well, you came so far, might as well ask. "That day, when we were helping Hagrid, there was a bottle of Amortentia in your pocket." You said. "What were you doing with that? I didn't even know you could brew it! Isn't it a rather advanced potion?" You continued to question, causing Daniel's pale cheeks to continue turning a dark shade of red. You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

"I- I didn't brew it." Said Daniel, attempting to focus on the smaller aspects of your interrogation. "I bought it from the Weasley's." He clarified. "I would like to brew Amortentia one day, though! I heard that it's a challenging thing." The boy continued, scratching the back of his neck.

He may think he's slick, but you catch on quite easily.

"Then why did you buy it?" You inquired again, goading him on. "You don't plan to use it on anyone, do you?" She gasped, feeling a bit disturbed by the prospect of Daniel dosing someone else. If that someone was you, though... perhaps you'd be more susceptible to that idea.

"No, no!" Daniel denied hurriedly. "I know better than to practically drug someone, bloody hell." He sighed.

"Then why?" You pressed.

"I just... I just like how it smells." Your eyes widened at the reveal. Of all the things you had conjured in your head, Daniel liking the smell of the potion was something you had not expected. Then you remembered.

"Doesn't Amortentia smell like what or who you're most attracted to?" You recalled. "I read it in one of those potion books you borrowed me."

"Well... yeah. I just, you know, like it."

A pregnant pause filled the room.

"So... what does yours smell like?" You asked.

Daniel seemed to not expect such a bold question as he almost fell off his chair. "I- that's a bit... I don't know! I just know it smells good!" He replied.

"Oh, come on, Daniel, you got me more curious than a cat!" You exclaimed.

"And curiosity killed the cat, just so you know." Daniel replied snarkily.

"Yet satisfaction brought it back to life so please!" You pleaded.

"No!"

"Please, Daniel! I won't ask for anything more!"

This went on for another few minutes until the boy finally caved in. You were honestly top charming for your own good, Daniel could not help but think.

"But I... It's embarrassing."

"Here, I'll smell the potion too so it's embarrassing for the both of us!" You offered with a grin.

How could Daniel refuse that smile? Also, how could he refuse knowing what you were attracted to. If possible, he would brew a potion or some type of perfume that would allow him to smell just like how your Amortentia did.

"Deal." He smirked as he brought out the small vial of Amortentia. He popped open the cap and passed it to you.

You took a whiff of it and immediately froze. There was the scent of your favorite type of candy and your favourite flowers alongside the smell of the pages of your favourite book but... there was also something else. Something... you hadn't exactly expected but also was not shocked by.

The scent of sweet burnt wood, lemon zest and oddly enough, the scent of Daniel's hands; smelling of various herbs he had picked up the other week.

You stared at the potion and took another whiff.

Blimey. You thought.

"Well?" Daniel had leaned in a bit closer after a while.

"Tell yours first." You demanded.

"Ugh... fine." Daniel groaned as his brown eyes fluttered close, focusing on the scent of the love potion. Taking advantage of this, you couldn't help but continue to stare at Daniel, at his auburn hair, his chapped lips that you just wanted to smother your chapstick with. Everything about him was as attractive to you as that scent in the potion.

"I smell... the herbology classroom... not that icky stuff but the nice herbs and all that Professor Longbottom helped us pick," he commented, and you couldn't help but grip your uniform in excitement and anticipation. "I smell smokey wood, kind of like my house and the smell of gold?" He said. Was that all?

Daniel had frozen too.

After a small pause, he carried on.

"I smell [favourite flowers], a bit of [favourite candies] and... and..." His cheeks blushed as his eyes widened, blushing red.

"And what, Daniel?"

"And nothing!" He exclaimed.

"I don't believe you." You shook your head. "Come on, we had a deal. You promised to tell me!"

"Then you tell me yours first! I gave you a sneak preview! I deserve that, at least!" You shook your head at Daniel's words, but if he decided to be coy, you had to be the one to be bold!

"I smell my favourite flowers, my favourite candy, and the pages of my favourite book." You said.

"And?" This time it was his turn to press.

"You." You replied. "I don't know how to describe it." You knew exactly how but you just wanted your words to sink in properly that the Amortentia smelled like Daniel Page himself, so he wouldn't misunderstand. Your cheeks burned as he gazed at you.

"Me?"

"Yeah, wood, lemon zest, and all the herbs you gathered last week with me." You replied, staring straight into his eyes.

Daniel stayed silent for a moment. "I smell... your bedsheets. And your hands." He continued, using a tamer version of what you had confessed to him.

"Nice." Was all you could say.

An awkward silence enveloped the two of you as Daniel looked down at his abandoned potion, which had been all but evaporated by now thanks to him not paying attention to the heat.

"Want to help me brew this essence of dittany?" He asked, all of a sudden.

"Yeah." You smile.

"Come here, then." He motioned for you to take a seat beside him and you obeyed, practically rushing to his side as you read out the instructions.

It was distracting, though, especially with Daniel sitting so close and his nose practically buried in your hair.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

"Should we wake them up?" Lottie asked, looking over at Ivy who was giggling like a toddler.

"No!" She said, perhaps too aggressively, considering that Lottie had stumbled back a bit. "Sorry. I think we should let them rest, it is the weekend, after all." Ivy smiled as she took Lottie's hands and hurriedly ran out the door of the common room.

Ivy ran back to them and quickly took a camera out, though. She just had to capture this picture to tease them about later.

Ivy properly left the common room with an image of Daniel and [y/n] on the couch of the common room; their heads lay against each other, mouths open and slightly drooling with their fingers interlaced.

[darkbluekies]

what would ocs do if mc got arrested for speeding after trying to escape

Warnings: threats, handcuffs, chains, humiliation?, manipulation, gaslightning?

Silas:

He’ll have a field day with this one. He won’t even be mad as he walks into the jail, on the contrary — he’ll laugh. With his hands in his pockets, you trapped in front of him and having bailed you out, he can’t do anything but mock you. He’ll get into your cell and run his hand through your hair in a demeaning way. He loves to see you shrink under his touch. 

“My poor little idiot, I think you dropped something when you ran away from me. What, you ask? Your fucking brain. How stupid can one be to get caught by the cops? I’ve bailed you out, now let’s go home, I’ll teach you yet another lesson of what happens when you try to run away from me since the last five didn’t seem to work.”

Dr Kry: 

He’ll be able to convince the police to let him handle you. You’re clearly not well. You don’t need to go to jail, you need to be taken to a medical facility … like his hospital. He loves that you’re trying to tell the police that it’s where you ran away from … it only makes you look more and more insane. As soon as you come back to the hospital, he’ll keep you cuffed to the hospital bed and remove all of his personal stuff from the room.

“Now, now, don’t be sad. I’m not mad, just worried. We both know you weren’t fit to drive a car. You should be happy that you’re under my protection or you’d end up in prison for both speeding and stealing my car. You’re quite the little criminal, aren’t you, my dear? Now I have to keep you chained like this so you won’t repeat it. You could really hurt yourself, you know?”

King Edmund: (there are no cars in his timeline, a horse will do)

When a frantic horse rose through the village, the royal knights captured it quite quickly. When they saw who was on the horse, they nearly fainted. They kept you in a clean room for the king to come get you. He’ll come twenty minutes later in a carriage, holding a chain in his hands. He’s furious, you can tell. 

“What were you thinking stealing my horse and riding away like that?! I had been thinking about taking you for a horse ride in the forest, but now I don’t think that’ll ever happen. It seems like you can’t act right and because of that, I need to chain you. I can’t trust you. Try to move with this heavy chain around your feet and you’ll find that you won’t get so far. How unfortunate … seems like you’ll be spending summer indoors. Come now, my darling. Let’s see you walk with those chains out to the carriage.”

Jerry: 

She’ll be laughing as she bails you out. She’ll laugh all the way back to your home and somehow, it frightens you. She never laughs when you run away … so what’s different this time? It tells you that whatever you’ve done, it’s worse than all the other times you’ve escaped her clutches. As soon as you’re behind closed doors, she collects herself and grabs a fistful of your hair. 

“You’re in such big trouble, baby. I’m honestly impressed that you managed to sneak out and steal my car keys without me noticing, but don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m going to put up cameras and I’ll be able to watch your cute ass as often as I’d like. Hah, try to beat that, you little shit.”

Hedwig:

You’ll be bailed out in no time and have Hedwig’s arms around your waist like a suffocating corset. She’ll shower your face in kisses before pulling you out to a car — not the one you’ve gotten caught in. Her chauffeur will drive the two of you back to her mansion in silence. Hedwig will lead you up to her room and sit you down on the bed. Before you have the time to think, she has placed something around your ankle. 

“What? Oh, that’s a tracker. Honey, please listen, please. I can’t have you running around like that. We’re meant to be together, I know it. I’m just protective over you. What if you would have gotten in a car accident? You could have- … you could have died. So this is just for safety measures. I’ve told all the staff to report to me if you leave my room and they’ll do their best to keep you at home. I honestly don’t know what I would do if the police wouldn’t have caught you. Seems like there’s a benefit of your reckless driving after all …”

[hackerqueen]

Shameless

warnings: sexual content, jealousy

a/n: it's short JakexMC fic, hope you will like it (some mirror stuff) ;)

He was aware of what kind of woman the MC was.

Namely, he was painfully aware that she acted on others like a magnet. Her unearthly beauty was complemented by her angelic character, charisma and sense of humor. She was a woman that men lusted after. She was the dream that everyone tormented by nightmares prayed for. So he couldn't help the constant inner irritation he had been feeling for the past few days during which he was with her and the group at the cabin in the woods. Everyone said that the search for Hannah would be more effective this way, and the young hack had to agree with displeasure. However, his ability to focus seemed to disappear with the MC, who seemed to have totally drive him insane.

They didn't have much time to enjoy each other's company as they tried to give their best to save his sister as soon as possible. They fell in love with each other at the worst time possible. But he couldn't help the secret glances directed in her direction. Nor could he hold back his irritation when he saw how often she joked with Dan, and her laughter echoed loudly in his ears. He couldn't contain his irritation when the MC showed up at the police station and several officers tried to flirt with her. And there was nothing he could do as he sat in the car with an earpiece in his ear, listening to their embarrassing pick-up lines and her answering.

However, his patience ran out the moment they found themselves in Aurora one evening to talk to Phil. How much he felt like breaking his nose with his fist when he saw his sassy smile and the words falling out of his mouth that were designed to seduce the MC. She, on the other hand, smiled and even tried to play his game - responding with half-words that could spark the boys' imagination. However, when MC sent him a blurry look then moved toward the bathroom, his legs steered him toward her on their own.

He followed her into the bathroom, which was meant for staff but there was no one inside so he locked the door. The brunette turned toward him and put her arms on her chest.

– Can you explain why you are looking at him as if you want his head to explode? – she asked, however, by the tone of her voice he understood that she was not angry

Although he didn't think about it, the image of his brain on the wall made him feel better.

– I already told you I don't like him.

She sent him a doubtful look.

– You are jealous.

– No. – he snapped out far too quickly than he would have liked – I'm not jealous, I'm being reasonable.

– I already told you not to worry about him. You don't trust me?

– It's not you I don't trust. – he rolled his eyes – He's almost undressing you with his eyes.

– He looks at literally every creature that has hips and tits like that! – she said louder, feeling the blood that filled her veins begin to boil – Understand that this relationship is purely friendly.

– You're naive if you think he just wants to be your friend. – he snapped out before he could bite his tongue – It seems that his flirting doesn't particularly bother you.

She clenched her jaw and sent him a degenerate look. Her pupils were enlarged and he also noticed that she was tense. She came close enough to him that there was no more than a few centimeters between them.

– And you didn't get the idea that I'm pretending to be nice and foolish just to make him trust me more? Just admit that you are jealous. And I remind you that I am not your property!

At this point he grabbed her firmly by the waist and turned her so that her back touched his chest. They were standing in front of a large mirror, hung over the sink, so they had a perfect view of both of them.

It was their first more physical contact, which caused the two of them to have quickened breaths and heartbeats and that constricting fire in their lower abdomens that they desperately wanted to extinguish.

As he gently pushed her hair aside with one hand to expose her neck, the MC arched her back, pressing her ass against his crotch, which made his blood heat up even more. He tilted his head and, still looking into the mirror searching for her eyes, placed a wet but still fine and tender kiss under her ear.

– My smart girl. – he muttered directly into her ear, and his voice was hoarse with lust

And that name made her completely wet and quietly moan.

It had been so long since they had both felt physical pleasure that they had completely forgotten how aphrodisiac it was.

Hearing her quiet, enticing moan, he couldn't control himself any longer and he wove his hand back into the back of her head firmly pulling her hair, tilting her back.

– You like it when I'm possessive, don't you? – he asked and she incapable of words, merely nodded. She gasped louder when she felt the cool fingers of his other hand on her exposed cleavage, followed by those on her hip and thigh. – Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?

– Please don't stop. – she blushed with shame as in such a short time the hacker had her in a position begging him for more. She had never wanted someone more than him.

His lips once again attacked her neck with brutal and powerful kisses that drew sweet moans from her lips and quiet grunts from his throat due to his sizable erection, which she felt perfectly. She felt him sucking on her skin creating a red marking to show everyone that she was his. His hungry hands squeezed her boobs, making her nipples harden. When he reached her sensitive spot near her ear and his fingers roamed her thighs, she closed her eyes and threw her head back, resting it against his shoulder.

– Spread your legs. – he said, but it sounded more like a command, which she gladly obeyed

Then his long fingers pushed her lacy underwear aside and the hacker moaned, feeling how wet she was. She felt him begin to massage her clit in circular motions which made her see stars under her eyelids.

– Watch yourself in the mirror, MC. Watch me while I touch you.

She groaned loudly, knowing that if anyone was standing at the door despite the loud music they would know what was going on inside the restroom. She opened her eyes encountering Jake's focused gaze in the pane of the mirror. He was watching her, devouring every last inch of her skin. He studied her body, touching her in an absolutely shameless way. He inserted his middle finger into her, feeling how instantly her muscles tightened on him. How much he craved to feel it on his cock, her wetness and tightness. However, he also didn't want their first time to take place in Aurora's cramped bathroom.

Feeling her impending orgasm, he curled his finger inside her, seeking her spot, and sped up the circles on her clit.

She came with a cry, his name leaving her swollen lips. Her eyes never left the mirror, and neither did his. She felt embarrassed by how quickly he managed to bring her to orgasm.

– My clever girl. You make me so proud.

And his praise when he adjusted her underwear and dress or when he kissed her neck one more time made her beg him for more.

And no one in the group was particularly surprised when the two announced that MC was feeling unwell and Jake would drive her back to the cabin to rest and enjoy the quiet until the others return.

[zara-renata]

What are your NSFW Sylus thoughts/headcanons? 👀 bc I'd love to hear you go in depth with them and why u view Sylus the way u do bc it seems like everyone kinda has a different view of him. For instance, a big division I've seen is that there's some people who view Sylus as a switch and others view him as a dom or a service top. It seems like some people get personally offended when their view on Sylus is different from another's unfortunately 😅

I get it, people love Sylus a certain way, but I'll never support people trying to kink shame others for wishing Infold had went in a different direction with him or having kink preferences that might go against Sylus' or even having kinks Sylus might not be into. For me, Sylus is mainly a dom. He loves a challenge bc he gets bored easily, yet he also is very competitive, which is why he isn't gonna wanna lose most of the time. He's stubborn too.

Even in No Defense Zone MC wasn't really in full control. Sylus was ordering her around and teasing the whole time, but he clearly thought it was cute seeing MC want to be a little bit more dominant with him. MC was also obeying his orders. Do I think he likes to be called degrading names when he's eating u out? Sure, I could see that. Likes praise? Sure. Do I think he's gonna let you walk him on a leash and be into pegging? Absolutely not 🤣 but that's just MY opinion on him from everything I've gathered. I think he enjoys letting you have some control, but he's gotta be in the right mood for it I think and he probably has things he isn't into like everyone else. Either way, I'd love to hear ur thoughts on this whenever u have the time ❤️

Hi there. I’ve been thinking about this ask since I got it, and one of the things I know for sure is that I’m going to upset someone no matter what I say. But the whole point of me starting to share my fic and being more active on tumblr is to challenge my social anxiety when it tells me that my opinion isn’t of interest to anyone at the least, or offensive/hurtful at the worst. 

So here we go, my answer under the cut.

So to answer this question, I need to get through a few points first before I tell you what I personally believe about Sylus’s sexuality.

I don’t believe in kink shaming either, and I think that peoples’ complaints about the direction Infold takes the LIs are valid. We all want content that we can really relate to, and if the canon take doesn’t satisfy you, one of the great purposes of fanfic is to fix it for yourself and other fans like you. That’s such a huge part of engaging in fandom and even if I don’t agree that the character would actually do what you make him do in your content, if you write it well enough, if you capture his voice, give him logical motivations, respect the core of the character while you do it, then I can be convinced to enjoy it despite it deviating from canon.

That being said, I love Sylus because of his canon characterization, and I do believe that there are some things he would be into, or not into, based on his dialogue in the game itself.

It’s impossible to answer this question personally without telling you the following: I think it’s insane that we as a worldwide fandom and/or global community have restricted ourselves to a strict BDSM mindset of looking at people as belonging to an inflexible binary of dominant or submissive, with the only middle ground being switch, with formal labels and rules of what a “dom” does, what a “sub” does, and so forth, and the value judgments we place on which label you fall under. And what drives me further insane is how much that binary is tied up in so much misogynist bullshit if we’re talking about hetero pairings with a female MC (the power dynamics of a female sub versus a male dom alone is so often written in such a way that the writer’s internalized misogyny results in literally painful-wince-inducing reading). Human sexuality is so fluid, personal, intimate—I think that the average person’s dynamic and preferences change depending on who they’re with, what stage of life they’re in, what scars they bear from past relationships, and even on a day to day basis, how much energy they have, etc. So although all I seem to see in fandom discourse is dom!Sylus, sub!Sylus, I think that mindset is reductive, especially because even with the shit-tastic translation Infold has inflicted on us, they’ve managed to create an incredibly nuanced character who feels real enough to be human. Reducing him to dom, sub, or switch misses so much of his personality and how much he clearly loves and is obsessively devoted to MC and what MC wants.

 Finally, I think every time we’re discussing fictional characters, it’s important to remember who is writing them, and why. Infold is here to make money. They created LIs with a spectrum of traits to appeal to the widest subset of their targeted demographics. As a result, they’ve given the LIs, at least to some extent, both dominant and submissive characteristics, to appeal to the greatest number of players.

We have memories with Sylus and dialogue that indicate he’s dominant: “I prefer to be the one to take the initiative” when you tap his dick too many times in destiny cafe, his outfit descriptions about him getting a thrill of being a predator on the hunt, of dominating his prey. But we also have the no defense zone where he’s in a submissive position, even if people argue that he’s topping from the bottom in that card. Multiple times throughout the game, he lets you do what you want to him, and then says “are you satisfied? Now it’s my turn,” which points to him being a switch. Like, Infold covered all of their bases not only with Sylus, but all of the LIs to some degree.

Ok, with that context, and using the sort of vernacular that makes concepts easily recognizable even if I hate the labels: I think Sylus is a switch. He is first and foremost a hedonist—he is comfortable in his body, he prefers the finest food, drink, atmosphere, clothing, he wants to be entertained, he is constantly fighting boredom and the ennui of cynical disillusionment with the worst of humanity and being the apex predator. He loves pleasure. It doesn’t matter what form that pleasure takes. And he wants pleasure with MC in particular, because he is written by Infold as that devoted—he has a line in the destiny cafe about no one else touching him so intimately before. He’s willing to learn everything about your tastes, and then use what you teach him to pleasure you and himself. On multiple occasions he says “Oh, I suck at this? Then teach me.” So even if initially he’s shit in bed, he’ll only make a mistake once and then blow your mind on his next attempt. Sylus wants to fuck you the way you want him to fuck you. So if you want to peg him, "well sweetie, I have a prostate for a reason." You want him to choke you with a tie and fuck you like an animal, he’s down. He’s so self-assured and interested in what you want and giving both himself and you pleasure that he doesn’t believe in the “dominant = most powerful, most masculine, having the upper hand, winning” perspective that so many writers in this fandom seem to assign to the term dominant. Conversely, being submissive, or the recipient of penetration, or letting the other take control isn’t a weakness in his eyes. He “submits” because it pleases you, because he enjoys being at your mercy, he’s thrilled to have someone he trusts enough to have power over him, and that someone is you. He trusts you to make him feel fucking good, and if you can do that by putting him on his knees, who is he to say no? If on the other hand, you submit to him, he thinks you’re the most fearless, strongest badass there is for letting a literal killer who everyone else on the planet fears put you in a vulnerable position. The connotations of dominant = strong, superior and submissive = weak, inferior, losing just do not compute for him. I don’t think he’d just think of you as cute for wanting to dominate him. I think he’d think you’re magnificent for daring to try, he'd be incredibly curious how you intend to do it, and then if you truly are a dominant powerhouse, he’d happily drown in the pleasure you give him.

Now, again, this all assumes that you, yourself, are into dom/sub dynamics. Which so many people simply aren’t. And I think if you just love him, and want to have sex with him because you’re attracted to him and want to share that intimacy with him, or you don’t believe that every single sexual encounter has to contain the rigid dom/sub binary or hierarchy of positions, that you experience attraction and sex as two people on equal footing sharing a life and a bed, he’d happily fuck you in missionary for the rest of his life, luxuriating in being able to watch your expressions, of looking into your eyes, of leaning down to breathe in the scent of your neck, and just loving you until you both come and then have a snack and watch something stupid on tv.

Lastly, I do believe that there are some things Sylus wouldn’t be into, no matter how sexually adventurous he is. I don’t think he’d be into degradation, at least towards you: he is not going to call you cruel names, because you’re the person he cherishes the most in the world. I think he’d just straight-forwardly tell you, “Beloved, that doesn’t do anything for me. If you really want me to, I can try,” but you’d know his heart just isn’t in it. He isn’t going to physically hurt you, either in a pain play way or just being too eager to fuck you to properly prep you. Edit: just look at the way this man handles his gun during quality time. He's not going to treat your body with less sensual respect that that fucking gun. If sex hurts for you, he’d feel like he’s doing it wrong, and he’d slow down or try a different approach until it doesn’t hurt, or he’d tell you he isn’t interested in whatever pain you’re asking for just like with the degrading language. If you’re into degradation, with him being the receiver, I can see him being into that because he seems to be so amused by you when you’re mean to him, but even then, there are so many times in game where he says stuff like, “you talk to that person so nicely, why aren’t you that nice to me” or how happy he gets when you do start doing kind things for him, or saying kind things. I think he lives for your praise much more than anything else, but whether you’re calling him names or calling him beloved, both are good, because you’re right there, finally, looking at him, loving him, and he can finally breathe again after so long without you.

And as for how I’m writing him in the current fic: I’m writing him with all of the foregoing in mind, and will be highlighting what kind of lover I think he is for this particular MC. I could just as easily write him being a very different lover, but still in-character, for an MC who is not so damaged and has a much more dominant personality in the bedroom (as opposed to current MC who is pretty much only dominant when killing and withdrawn/timid outside the battlefield, and who enjoys the soft, kindness-driven taking-the-lead loving that Sylus is capable of displaying).

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. And thank you for the interesting ask! Even if I disagree with your or anyone else’s take on him, at the end of the day we all love this character, and what you want or need from him is valid, even if it’s not to my taste or in line with how I view him.

[skynapple]

Xavier's Last Name In Chinese - 沈

This is for @nobodys-saviour because she was wondering about Xavier's last name in Chinese "沈" (shěn) so I'm putting my Chinese classes to good use.

So let's break it down.

It's made out of 2 components: 水 + 冘

水 just means water and its abbreviated form when building words is this: 氵

冘 is when I start to go feral. So this is a phonetic piece of the word and is further a pictograph made out of these two pieces: 冖 (roof) + 人 (person, looks like a stick figure!) = a person leaving the house!

So here's what drives me INSANE:

there's this idiom here: 雁杳鱼沈 (I bolded the part that's in his last name) which translates to: "without news from somebody" as in when you haven't heard from someone in a long time.

So while normally 沈 doesn't necessarily have too much meaning on its own (it's literally just a normal last name), within the context when you put it all together, it really was methodically chosen.

The whole pictograph of a person in search of something (a person would leave the house to draw water from a stream or something) to its very specific use in that one idiom...

Xavier left MC a long time ago in an alternate timeline and has always been searching for her through time and space and I think that's just very beautiful. This is why I love Chinese so much!!

[mageofseven]

ITS ME ONCE AGAIN, HELLOOO

After the vampire event, I'm thinking about like what if MC was the vampire? Thus, here I am

"Vamp!MC asks the Boys if they will let Vamp!MC feed on them."

Mammon ilysm and the Nestling With Birdie series is so good omg

Edit: This took three days to write so despite down below how I mention the Boys, sadly I was only able to give you the Brothers. Sorry, my ADD was fighting me so this is all I have to show for it 😅

I hope you like it anyway.

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Oooo ok nice idea. I sadly never got to finish that event but I love vampires~

Also awww, I'm glad you like Birdie's series so much hehe 🤭

Okay so I'll write this with these assumptions:

Bites do not turn the Boys. Maybe this a human strain of the Vampirism virus they caught that Soli's immortal immune system is too super charged for?

MC is handling their thirst worse than the brothers did in the event.

They will be cured regardless of whether they bite and drink anyone's blood; the cure is simply time consuming to make, but others are working on it.

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Lucifer:

The oldest was the only House of Lamentation member allowed in the human's room at this time; his brothers simply could not be trusted.

He was the one to check on the sick human (kinda? let's still call them that) and make sure they ate their meals (they still needed nourishment despite their condition; food helped, but was never quite enough).

As the week dragged on, the poor sick human's thirst became more and more unbearable.

"Please." MC gripped the pride demon's shirt, trying to force him down to give them access to his neck.

Lucifer sighed and stared down at his poor love guiltily. He should have been more careful with them, more observant with the culture; surely then he could have prevented this terrible infliction from reaching them.

He raised his gloved hand to their face, stroking their cheek lovingly as they leaned in with tears in their eyes, nuzzling his covered wrist.

Lucifer watched this for a moment, lips pursed, before sighing once more.

"We don't know what my blood will do to you." He insisted. "So just a bit to push back your thirst."

And with that, he took back his hand, removed his glove and pushed up sleeve before offering his wrists to them

Despite their previous begging, MC hesitated and looked back up at Luce's onyx eyes.

"It's alright." He spoke softly. "Drink. Take some of the pain away."

And so they did. MC gently took hold of his hand and lower arm before bringing his wrist closer to their face.

That's when the Avatar of Pride saw it; his love's eyes glazed over and they licked their lips before biting into the sensitive skin.

Luce didn't make a sound, but did squeeze his eyes shut at the sharp intrusion.

MC took big gulps, ready to rid themself of this special dehydration.

Once he felt his partner's body relax and desperation dissipate, he took his other hand and squished their cheeks be his thumb and forefinger, guiding them off his wrist and forward to look at him.

With messy lips and a little trail of blood runny down their lips, MC stared up at him with this loving, drunk expression.

They giggled, causing their boyfriend to raise an eyebrow.

"What's so funny, love?"

"Luuuuci looooooves me."

Okay so apparently vampires, whether all, human based, or human-turned, get drunk off of demon blood.

This...an interesting development, to say the least.

MC leaned in and kissed him, causing the man to taste his own blood.

Well, at least MC was no longer in any pain.

Mammon:

Devil, it was driving this man insane.

Yeah, he knows Lucifer told him and the others to leave MC be till the cure is ready, but it just wasn't that simple.

That was his human sick. That was Mammon's partner in there crying and begging to be let out.

And he was just so supposed to stay away from her room still Lord Diavolo got that cure all sorted out?

Hell no.

Late at night, when Lucifer was neck deep in his work, you bet your ass Mammon snuck into his human's room, finding MC curled up on the bed crying.

"Heyy--"

Before he came say anything more, his poor human scrambling off the bed and rushing to his side, practically falling into him as they embrace their boyfriend.

"Maaaammmmooon." They cry out his named, stretching out the sound of it as they hug him tightly.

"Eyy, none of that." He hugged them back. "I made it to you, didn't I?"

"It huuuuurrrts."

The greed demon froze.

Shit. It's getting that bad already?

MC squirmed against him staring up at his neck with tears in their eyes.

Not gonna lie, getting bit in the neck sounds scary as hell to this dude...but how can he let his human stay like this?

He slid a hand in their hair.

"It's alright, I gotcha." He told them softly. "It's my job to take care of ya, ain't it?"

And with that, he pushed their head to his neck, their breath causing the hair on his neck to stand to up and his beat race.

Their cries quieted swallowed in anticipation as they leaned in closer and slowly licked up their boyfriend's neck, an apparently sensitive spot for the demon by the way he let out a small moan--right before they dug in with their fangs.

Mammon cursed, tightening his fist in their hair as his other arm wrapped around their waist.

MC's breathing became heavier during the moments they'd stopped drinking to breath and her drinks became deeper.

It didn't take long for Mammon to start feeling light headed.

Shit. How does he get them to stop?

"Ey, babe?"

No response. His body was getting more tired.

"Treasure, listenin'--"

MC pulled away, giggling, before suddenly both toppled onto the ground.

The human was too drunk to get up and the demon was too light headed, but at least MC was more than content to cuddle with him on her rug 🥰🤭

Leviathan:

Okay, the otaku knew he was not supposed to be in here

But this was his Henry we're talking about.

How could Lucifer expect him to abandon the person he loves? The only one who truly understands him?

Levi simply wasn't strong enough to do it.

He snuck into MC's room in the middle of the night and found them laying on the floor, softly crying.

At first, the envy demon stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Should he...?

No. This is literally his partner. MC needs him now more than ever.

And so he closed the door behind him and joined his Henry on the floor, laying down next to them.

He shouldn't be so weird about it; after all, this wasn't the first time they've both laid on the floor and felt like garbage together.

"Henry..."

MC reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Levi...I can't take it anymore." They whispered.

He squeezed their hand. The demon doesn't know a lot about vampires and the disease, but thirst is known for being torturous and is used as an emotional element in many supernatural anime.

Throat ash dry, body weak, desperate for even a single drop; that's how newly turned vampires usually feel in shows; is this how MC feels now?

Tears started to fill his eyes.

"J-Just drink from me." Their boyfriend told them. "Please...it's okay."

Slowly, the human brought their linked hands down at an angle that brought his wrist to their mouth.

At first, MC simply pressed their lips over the big blue vein seen through his skin, as if kissing him in apology before parting their lips and sliding their fangs into his tender skin.

Levi cried out, but didn't pull away; he let his poor Henry weakly drink from his wrist.

The cure was truly taking a while, wasn't it? The others swore food would be enough subtain them till it was ready, but MC looked as if they have been hanging on by a thread this entire time.

His Henry needed this; they needed this and Levi felt proud of himself for breaking the rules in order to help his partner.

The more the human drank though, the more tired he felt.

Should...should he tell them to stop? What if they need more?

Luckily, MC had enough restraint to break away and smiled at their boyfriend with half-lidded eyes.

The human rolled on top of him, causing their boyfriend to blush.

MC leaned down and kissed his cheek before laying their head on his chest.

"Thank you..."

And like that, the tired and blood drunk human fell asleep.

Satan:

Anyone who thought he was going to listen to his father was freaking stupid.

That was his Kitten in there, sick and alone.

The wrath demon destroyed half the living room when Lucifer made the announcement about what MC's illness ended up being and how no one was allowed to be in their room or anywhere around them till Diavolo had his people make a cure.

But it was ridiculous. The vampiric virus was just the human strain and therefore Satan couldn't catch it.

The blonde knew the pride demon was more concerned about MC's bites, but it's not like he's ever been afraid of his Kitten's bites before; now they simply have a purpose.

Satan was determined not to let his partner suffer alone, no matter what.

The man approached the door and undid the lock charm before stepping inside.

The room was dark, but the hall light was enough to show the man that the human was sitting on floor with their back to their bed, knees to their chest, and face hidden in their arms.

Satan's heart ached at the sight. This infliction was bad enough, but the blonde knew what was truly getting to his poor Kitten: being left alone.

The demon turned on the light and stepped inside before closing the door; MC still hasn't moved an inch.

He sat on the bed and stroke his partner's head for moment.

"Come here, Kitten."

"But...but I'll hurt you..." They sniffled.

"I promise I can take it."

The human poked an eye out hesitantly before reaching a hand out for help up.

Satan took it and guided them up to his lap.

It was nighttime so Satan had on his sleepwear, including a tank top that revealed his shoulders.

MC laid their head on his right shoulder and Satan rubbed their back.

"You can do it."

And with that encouragement, the human sank their fangs into the space between his neck and shoulder.

Satan winced, but still held his Kitten close and rocked them as they drank from his body.

His Kitten will be okay soon. He knew the affect demon blood will have on them in this state and truthfully, it was better than what they must have been feeling this entire time.

The man listened to them sip deeply from him, but also noticed that they seemed strangely more controlled than he thought they would be; they even pulled back before he asked, face messy with their 'drink'.

"Thank you." They smiled, buzzed but not truly drunk.

"You can more, Kitten." He told them, but his partner only shook their head.

"I just want you to hold me right now." MC admited. "Is that okay?"

Satan smiled and kissed them, unbothered by the blood.

"Of course."

Even with how bad the thirst is, it was the loneliness that hurt his Kitten the most.

Once they have been held and kissed to a sufficient degree then they will drink more; for now, they just need comfort.

Asmodeus:

Asmo told the others he was go head to bed early, that his beauty sleep was calling and so he had to say adieu.

Instead, he snuck over to his Dolly's room and slid inside.

There was no way he was going to let them suffer through this on their own; not if he could help it.

The room was dark, but he found the sweet human curled up in bed, under the blanket.

The lust demon slipped in bed next their partner and wrapped his arm around them.

"Doll...I'm here." He spoke softly, caressing their arm.

"Azzy...you can't be here."

"Of course I can. You need me after all." Their boyfriend pressed some sweet kisses to their neck.

The demon sucked on a sensitive spot of the human's neck, a spot he knew was their favor, causing them to release a little gasp.

Azzy broke away.

"See? Let me take care of you~"

In truth, the man didn't particularly want his beautiful skin to be punctured, but for MC, it simply wasn't something he had to think about.

The human rolled over and stared at him anxiously.

Asmo smiled sweetly at them before sliding a hand into their smooth hair and gently leading them to his neck.

The human was nervous, but first decided to return the favor, playfully sucking on a sensitive area their boyfriend loved, causing him to moan before sinking their teeth in him as gently as they could.

Asmo played with his Dolly's hair as they drank. His poor Doll. Being sick is never fun, but being sick with a nasty vamp virus and having to hide away, all alone in their room with a burning thirst?

Take your time, sweetie; Azzy gots you.

MC drank for a while from the lust demon, but also drank small sips, savoring each drop that slid down their throat.

Their boyfriend didn't mind this; they were being quite gentle with him and he loved getting the chance to cuddle with them after so long of Lucifer keeping them apart.

Eventually, MC pulled back and looked at their boyfriend sweetly before leaning in for a sweet kiss.

The two had another activity to catch up on, something the human was only all the more interested in from drinking from a lust demon.

Beelzebub:

Beel was in the the kitchen making his usual midnight snack raid.

In truth...his heart really wasn't in it.

MC's room was right next door and, unlike the other men on this list, he was trying to follow Lucifer's orders.

His Muffin was sick so surely it was better for them to get rest till their medicine is ready...right?

The more time that passed, the less this man was sure.

Beely missed them. He wanted to hold them close and spend their days together like they always did 🥺😔

That's when he spotted them: iced tweety birds. MC likes munching on those bird shaped cookies as they study.

...Maybe his Muffin would like a snack? Granted, he understood food wasn't necessarily what their body was looking for, but still.

The big guy quietly left the kitchen with the little carton of cookies and opened the door next door to MC's room.

"Muffin?"

MC was sitting on the bed, hugging the big orange teddy bear he won for them at the Devildom's carnival and when I say big, I mean the demon sees the fluffy bear and no human.

The human responded by hugging the bear tighter.

Beel stepped in and closed the door.

"I brought cookies."

He shook the cartoon for emphasis and to let them know which type.

"Beely...I...I...I can't eat anymore."

The gluttony demon heart was shot. Their illness must be really bad if they can no longer eat food.

The man sat the carton on the desk before joining his partner on the bed.

He pulled them and the teddy into his arms and held them tightly (but not too tight, he was very conscious not to squeeze them too hard since they're sick).

Suddenly, the human dropped the bear and climbed onto their boyfriend's lap, kneeling on his legs to raise them to eye level with him.

"Beel..." Their voice was a plead that almost crossed into a whine. "I'm so thirsty..."

"Want me to get you a pop from the kitchen or something?"

MC laid their head on his chest and whimpered.

"Muffin??"

"Beel...I need blood. Please. Please."

Oh. Oh.

Right. Poor MC has apparently advanced this far.

"I got blood." He said simply. "You can bite me."

"B...b-but..."

Their boyfriend pressed a kiss to their forehead.

"It's okay." He spoke softly.

MC stared into his purple orbs for a minute more and watched him give them a small nodded.

The human leaned to their left and demon bent their neck out a bit, giving their partner more room.

MC made a small test nibble in the crook of his neck before looking back to Beel.

Their boyfriend was still smiling encouragingly to them so they turned back and bit in for real.

Beel has a high pain tolerance so the man didn't even wince at the bite.

He kept his arms wrapped around his partner and gently rocked them and rubbed their back as they drank.

The gluttony demon was such a big guy that the human didn't drink nearly enough to make him feel weak by the time they pulled away.

MC looked back up at him shyly, their face messy with his blood.

He chuckled and wiped their face with his hand before kissing their cheek.

"Good Muffin."

Belphegor:

Yeah, Lucifer really didn't think his little rule through.

Not only was it stupid in Belphie's eyes, his older brother should have known he wasn't going to follow it.

Still, the youngest pretended like it was any other day and slept through most of it, as per usually.

When night came and most brothers where asleep or at least off in their usual nightly rooms, Belphie left the planetarium and headed downstairs to MC's room.

The human was laying on their rug, staring up at the ceiling with dried tears on their cheeks and red eyes.

Their boyfriend's eyes went wide as they hurried to join their partner on the rug and pulled them to his chest.

He pulled his cardigan back to give MC more neck room.

"Drink. Come, just do it."

"B-But--"

"You've suffered enough, Butthead." He pushed their face closer to his exposed neck. "Now do it."

MC left out a small whimper before bringing their lips to his neck and biting down.

Belphie squeezed his eyes shut at the bite, but otherwise made no reaction.

His former scowl softened as he listened to his partner gently drink from him, slow tears sliding down their cheeks as they did so.

The more the human drank, the less they cried.

Soon, the burning in their throat ceased and so did their tears.

MC broke away, finding their boyfriend barely conscious.

"Belphie? Belphie?!"

"I...fi..ne..."

And with that, the sloth demon passed out it and in truth, it made sense.

'Donating' a lot of blood can make any one tired; it made some of the other brothers so as well

But when it's the Avatar of Sloth whose done so?

Yeah, you have nothing to worry about, MC; it's not your fault.

Just let your boyfriend sleep it off.

[purplecoffee13]

‘Talk Dirty To Me’ - Thin Lines pt. 2

‘And I know you like it too, the way that I want you. I gotta have you, oh yes, I do.’ - Talk Dirt To Me by Poison

Summary: ‘You just got some bad news and those unanswered texts from Harry are starting to look really good.’

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: Rockstar!Harry x Opera singer!MC

Warnings: EXHIBITIONISM, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamics, mean dom!Harry

A/N: Heeyyyy… How y’all doing? Sorry for the long time no update. I have exams coming up so I wanted to upload this before I enter this hell-ish time. Hope you enjoy this, it’s uhm… more risqué than what I normally upload. (NOT PROOFREAD IM TOO LAZY RN)

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Ending your Wednesday night in a sweaty, half-lit bar that reeked of beer and sex hadn't exactly been something on your schedule, but you were here anyway. The reason? A text message from Harry, containing solely an address and taunting words that formed a dare too risky not to take.

Ever since that night in your dressing room, Harry had been texting you addresses of bars and clubs around town, but so far you hadn't responded to him. You were far too shocked by what you had let him do to you and how much you had liked every second of it.

It was devious, bad, and the most euphoric you had ever felt.

But it was a one time thing, you had told yourself. After you came down from the blissful feeling Harry had given you, you realized how insane his offer had sounded, and even if you had wanted it, he probably didn't mean it anyway.

Tonight, there was a formal dinner organized by the theatre where you had been performing for the opera. Loads of people were invited, it was a big ordeal. Reece had accompanied you, or so you thought before you saw he had brought his girlfriend with him.

It made you feel stupid. You could have brought a date if you had known, and you felt foolish for ever assuming Reece was your date. It already hadn't put you in the best mood, and as the icing on this disastrous cake, you had been seated next to his girlfriend.

She wasn't a bad person. In fact, she was very nice. It only made you feel all the more guilty about pining after her boyfriend. It wasn't something you had any control over, of course, but your stomach felt heavy nonetheless. You were about half-way through desert when she said it, casual as if it wasn't a big deal.

"We bought a house together."

You saw how Reece's eyes flew to you the moment that sentence flew out of his girlfriends' mouth, and it told you all you needed to know. He knew there was something between you and him, he'd confirmed it by the way his gaze flicked to yours and back to his plate. You weren't crazy, you hadn't been imagining it, so you didn't feel as guilty about feeling like you had been betrayed in a way.

You kept up the act and told her you were happy for the both of them, then excused yourself and rushed to the bathroom where you took a moment to collect yourself. You felt like ripping your hair out in frustration, and you knew you needed to hold onto this anger before it turned into sadness. You didn't want to waste any more tears on him, not tonight at least. No, for tonight, you needed a distraction.

Pulling your phone out of your purse, you clicked on the message Harry had sent you and put it in your navigation app. A ten minute drive, that wasn't too far from here.

Harry: 'Come out to play wherever you are, darling.'

You stared at the haunting sentence, and you felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden memories of that night from two weeks ago.

You: 'Wait for me by the entrance.'

(((|)))

Harry had been staring at his phone for god knows how long before Roger, one of his friends, flicked his fingers against his head to get him out of the trance he resided in. Harry let out an annoyed from, turning his head to his friend before looking back at his screen.

He couldn't believe you had finally replied to him. After ten days of no answer he had began to think that maybe you hadn't been interested as much as he thought. But then he'd think of the way you crumbled under his touch, and how he was the first one to do it, and he knew he couldn't let you go, not so soon at least.

Nini's was an underground bar filled with lowlifes, criminals and people who wanted to escape the reality of their lives. It was Harry's favorite place, and he couldn't wait to show you every corner of it.

Your Uber had taken a bit longer than you planned, but at last, you were here. You were in the sketchy part of the city. Had you not known that, you would have figured so by the concerned look of your driver. It was quite intimidating, to say the least, but you were ready to let go for the night, while holding Harry's hand of course.

Like you had requested, he was waiting by the door, leaned against the wall of the joint he would be spending tonight in. You spotted his tall frame almost immediately, and a calm sense of safety fell over you. Everything around Harry seemed scary; this neighborhood, this bar, these people. But strangely enough, you felt like nothing could happen as long as you were around him, when in reality he might be the most dangerous thing for you.

The smirk on Harry's face was almost proud, in a sense, and you felt your lips form into a smile. The thought of giving him what he wanted, making him happy, made you feel better than ever. You walked up to him, and stopped when you were standing right in front of him, a civil distance between the two of you. After all, you hadn't seen each other for two weeks, and while he had made you come, you weren't sure on what level of intimacy level that left the two you when it came to basic conversation.

It wasn't extremely cold outside, but it was quite chilly. Your soft pink dress was quite short and your hadn't worn tights, as you did not expect to end up standing out in the cold. So while your long, leather jacket was very fashionable, it didn't protect you from the temperature very well.

"Hi." You said, crossing your arms over each other in an attempt to stop your teeth from chattering too obviously. Harry sniffed a laugh and tugged on your arm to pull you into him. With his hand on the small of your back, he pushed you against him as he leaned his face down, nearing your mouth. Brushing over yours for a second, his lips crooked into a grin at the sight of your mouth opening ever so slightly in anticipation of a kiss. That was all he needed to know.

"Hi darling." He greeted you back before latching his mouth on to yours. It wasn't until your lips touched that he realized how much he had been wanting to kiss you, and she realized how desperate she was for his touch. Cupping your jaw with his free hand, he delved his tongue deeper into your mouth, but it still didn't feel deep enough. You knew your panties were already ruined and the thought of what would happen later tonight only made you ache more.

After a few more seconds, Harry stopped the kiss, urging a whine from you. He chuckled, stroking his knuckles over your cheeks before tapping your ass softly as he whispered 'C'mon' in your ear.

You took his hand and let him guide you downstairs, past all the people making out and almost — or fully — having sex in the hallway. The sounds that came from every corner of the club had manifested from some form of joy or pleasure, whether that be sex, alcohol or something else.

Harry led you to a couch where a few other people were sitting. He sat on the corner, leaving an open spot in the middle. No sooner as you had sat down, Harry threw an arm around you. You smiled at the action, and let yourself relish in the protective side that seemed to come out of him now that you were near.

"Love, that's Sasha, Roger, and Mikey." Harry pointed to the woman sitting next to you, the guy on the chair next to the couch, and a guy groping the girl he was making out with by the bar. You nodded and greeted them, while they watched you as if you were some kind of zoo animal. Sasha, the one next to you, leaned into you with a lazy smile on her face.

"You're pretty. Where did he find you, babe?" She asked, her voice ringing through the loud rock music that sounded from the speakers.

"The opera." You answered quickly, nervous and intimidated by the people around you. Sasha looked at you with a surprised look on her face as she flicked her eyes from Harry to you.

The livelihood of the conversation was over very soon, though, because a girl walked over, seated herself on Sasha's lap and started making out with her. You leaned back into the couch, a bit wide-eyes as you watched Sasha's hand slip between the girls' legs. Though you liked what you saw, you weren't nearly buzzed enough to be on the same level of confidence as everyone else in this club.

"Is that turning you on, love?" Harry murmured into your ear. The warmth of his breath against the side of your face did not help your case at all, and all you could do to answer him was to nod sheepishly. You could feel the smirk on his face, and even if you couldn't, you could hear it through his voice. "That's what I thought."

He planted a few kisses on your cheek and jawline, his hand snaking onto your inner thigh, when his name was called by Roger. You both looked in his friend's direction, and you noticed the little silver white plate he held in his hands. Laying on it, were lines of white powder and a rolled up dollar bill. You wondered where they had gotten the dollar bill from, as this was a club in London, but then you realized that perhaps you were focusing on the wrong thing.

You watched as Harry took the plate and placed it on a the salon table in front of him. He grabbed the dollar bill and put it to his nose as he leaned down, snorting the line of — what you assumed was — cocaine away.

"You want a line?" Roger asked, and you snapped your head to him. You thought for a moment. You had never done cocaine before, and you weren't sure it was the best idea. Neither was coming here, but you were here to let go, so what better time to do that? You looked at Harry — who already had his eyes on you — for some kind of approval. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever you want darling."

You pondered for a bit more, and then scooted yourself forward on the couch, staring at the lines on the plate in front of you.

"A little bit couldn't hurt."

With that, you snatched the dollar bill from Harry's hand and leaned forward, snorting about half of the line. You felt that although tonight was in spirits of letting go, you didn't want to lose too much control of your body, at least not at the hands of drugs or alcohol. Especially for the first time, this should be more than enough.

"Good girl." Harry rubbed your back, smiling as you scrunched your nose at the weird sensation. He leaned into your ear again, ever so slowly. "Are you going to let me ruin you again tonight, baby?"

As if it was a prime instinct, you nodded your head, leaning into him. A sadistic laugh came from his throat as he latched his hand around yours. "God, I forgot what a pathetic little slut you are."

You whimpered a 'yes', and hoped you agreeing with him would lead him to do something. You needed him and at this point it didn't matter if he got you off on this couch in front of everyone. It wasn't like something like that wasn't already happening next to you.

"Harry... please. I need you." You cried out as he stroked his fingers up and down your inner thigh, grazing over your soaking wet panties ever so slightly. Your pussy was aching and you just needed him to touch you.

"Of course you do." He said smugly, and if you had had a little more courage, you would've rolled your eyes. But you didn't want to risk it, you didn't want him to have a reason to not pleasure you. He softly pushed you until you were leaned back into the couch, and you glanced at Sasha and her girl, who was at the brink of an orgasm from the look on her face. To feel whatever she was feeling right now, you couldn't wait

Harry's hand found itself around your jaw again, while his other hand worked its way up your leg. You weren't physically able to keep your eyes off of him, too lost in the rough details of his face, and once again you wondered how someone could be this pretty. At the soft sensation of Harry's fingertips grazing the outside nog your soaking panties, your hand flew to his wrist.

Harry looked down at your hand and then back at you. His gaze was so dark that you automatically retreated your hand. The corner of his mouth pulled up, and he stroked a bit of hair behind your ear as he tutted.

"You either want this, or you don't. Don't waste my time." From the way his voice sounded, the words could've been the sweetest compliment in the world. But you didn't miss the sinister edge to it. You knew he wasn't a soft person, you were aware of who you had gotten involved with. There wasn't any gentleness you were expecting, in fact, it was the last thing you wanted or needed from him.

"I want this." You stated sternly, which was very unlike yourself. It was almost like you had something to proof. And deep down, you did. To Harry, to Reece, but most of all to yourself. You've been wanting this for weeks and in hindsight, you were a fool for prohibiting yourself from pleasure in the name of an unrequited love for a guy who is buying a house with his girlfriend. You deserve to feel good, you want to feel good, and last time Harry made you feel so good.

"Alright." Harry grinned, and started to rub your clit over your panties. You shifted in your seat ever so slightly at the sensitive touch of his fingertips against your heat. Your eyes fluttered shut as you got lost in your pleasure, and you rested your head against the couch.

Harry kept drawing slow circles, and your hand found itself to his black dress shirt, holding onto it like your life depended on it. You couldn't even be occupied with the fact that there was a chance that people were watching, and if you were being honest, it only turned you on more. It was like Harry said the last time, and you marveled at how he had figured out you had a thing for exhibitionism before you even knew it yourself.

"Harry..." you whined softly, pulling at his shirt so hard that a button flew open. That made him slow down for just a second, mainly out of surprise, before he started rubbing even harder.

"Open your eyes." He ordered, and you did what he said immediately.

Like you had expected, there were a few people watching. A girl, over by the bar was sitting on a barstool, legs crossed as she kept her eyes fixated on your legs. And Roger, who had a girl on his lap by now, still looked at the way you were falling apart for Harry.

"Do you see that, love? Everybody's watching you." Harry said, and you gasped when he slapped on your clit. "But you're just gonna watch me."

Your eyes travelled to his and you kept them there, obeying him just like he liked.

"I want you to come for me, show everyone here what I do to you. How pathetic and desperate you are for me."

You knew there would never be any point in disobeying him, but it was scary how your body seemed to live with that exact same philosophy. How it just gave in to him, crumbled down whenever he'd demand it should. Scary, but exhilarating.

Suppressing the sounds attempting to escape your mouth, your orgasm washed over you. That tense feeling you'd had in your stomach for weeks now, was slowly fading away, and the result of it ended up on Harry's fingers.

With a smirk, Harry retreated his hands and sucked your arousal off of his fingers, keeping his eyes fixated on you. It was almost as if he was trying to taunt you, but you were trying to keep yourself from another orgasm.

"Let's go." He suddenly said, smacking your thigh and standing up, then beginning to walk away without waiting for you. You hurry out of your seat and follow Harry as he walked towards the corner of the bar. You frowned as he seemed to reach a door that had a 'private' label on it, but you keep quiet and follow him anyway.

The door leads to a staircase, again leading to the office of what you can only assume is the boss. It has a big desk and large windows, and a door that leads to a small balcony. It isn't very high up, as you can still hear people chatting outside, but it is far enough to not know what they are talking about.

You weren't allowed to take in any more about the room though, as Harry walked up from behind and pressed himself against you while his hands started massaging your breasts. You lean back into him in an instant, going weak under his touch.

"You have amazing tits, baby." He said as he began assaulting your neck and you let a grossly loud moan. It was a sound you had never made before, not with Harry and not in general, but you could tell he liked it by the way his grip on your breasts tightened even more. "I'm going to fuck you now, and then I'm going to come all over them, understand?"

You knew the sentence was more of a demand than a question, but you whined a 'yes' anyway. Harry then turned you around and grabbed scooped you up, arms under your thighs. You complied and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him guide you to wherever he wanted to go. You just needed him.

You could've almost come at the way he held you up with one arm while using the other to open the door to the balcony, and your body was on fire as endless possibilities of what he was planning ran through your mind.

"I'm clean, baby." He said, walking onto the balcony before kissing you. You pulled back to grant him an answer too.

"Me too, and I'm on the pill. Just so you know." You said, and the insinuation made Harry curse under his breath. Coming inside you seemed to be something the both of you had been fantasizing about.

Then, Harry sat you on the edge of the railing. Your arms instantly tightening around his neck, way too aware of how high from the ground you were.

"Harry..."

"Trust me, otherwise this isn't going to work." He interrupted you, and though his tone was a bit harsh, he was right. You were going to lose your virginity, and although you knew that didn't actually mean anything, this would still be the first time a dick entered your vagina. And that did make you a bit nervous. He held you tight as he unbuckled his pants and pulled it down.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good baby, I promise." You heart just about melted at the sweet words that fell from Harry's lips. This was probably the softest he was every going to be, and although it was very nice, it was him being mean that got you wet.

Then, he pushed his tip inside, earning a gasp from you. He whispered in your ear, telling you to relax, and just like the first orgasm you had tonight, your body listened to him. It still hurt — he was long and quite thick — but your wetness combined with the relaxation of your muscles helped a great deal.

He took a minute to let you get used to his size, but once you told him it was okay to move, he took it as a sign to take out his own sexual frustration. One that you didn't know he'd had for weeks, hoping you'd respond to him like a fucking teenager. Smiling when seeing you read his message, and almost losing his shit when you replied tonight. He'd been dying to feel you again, in whichever way he could.

"Oh my god..." you softly groaned as he thrusted in and out of you. It hurt, a great deal even during the first thrusts, but Harry's moans were making up for the pain, and you felt it ebbing away.

"You are so fucking tight. God fucking damn it." He mused in your ear and then the sound of glass breaking was heard from down on the street, followed by a bunch of cheers and loud laughter. Initially, your grip around Harry tightened. All of a sudden, he pulled himself out of you, and your mouth fell open at the emptiness inside of you.

He got you off the railing and turned you around, pushing you down until your stomach leaned against the railing you were just sitting on. Half of your upper body was leaned over the railing, available to see for anyone who would look up. Your body shot forward at the sting of a slap on your ass, and you moaned in response.

Without warning, Harry slid back into your hot, achy walls again and began ramming himself into you. At this point, the mixed pleasures of his sounds, the way he filled you up and the chance that people might see you get railed as your tits spill out of your dress overruled the pain of getting used to his size, and you were an uncontrollable mess.

"Ah— Harry!" You could do nothing but cry out his name as he drilled into your pussy like his life depended on it. Your hands tried to push your breasts back into your bra, but Harry stopped thrusting once deep inside of you, leaned over and snatched your hands away, pinning them on your back.

"Don't fucking touch yourself unless I say so, you ungrateful little slut." His degrading words hit you like a truck and he resumed driving into you. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll let people smart enough to look up, watch me fuck you senseless until your nice tits have spilled all out of your top and you can't say anything but my name."

"Yes, Harry!" You said, breathlessly. "Thank you, thank you."

"That's a good girl." You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you gasped as he smacked your ass again. The sound seemed like it was able to be heard all over the street, but no one looked up.

You didn't contain your moans, you physically weren't able to, as Harry pounded into you over and over again. The hurt was washing away, but you still felt very... stretched out. This was your first time after all, but you were aware that Harry wasn't going to let that get in the way of giving it to you rough.

Your breaths became shorter, and you felt like another orgasm was on the rise. But you needed more stimulation, otherwise it would take a longer time. It was like Harry read your mind, because he let go of your wrists and let your reach for your clit. With his harsh thrusts and the new stimulation on the most sensitive part of your heat, your high was now racing towards you.

"That's it, you gonna cum all over my cock, sweetheart?" Harry said, thrusting into you harder, allowing you to feel how deep he was really going. There were tears rolling down your cheeks at the impact of his long hard cock inside of you and how amazingly painful it felt.

"Yes, yes..." Your words trailed off. There was nothing else coming out of your mouth but sounds that represented how he was making you feel. Comprehensive words were something for later.

"You've been so mean to me. Ignoring my texts, had to wait for it so long, didn't I?" He told you, and you shut your eyes. The sound of his voice was getting you closer and closer, and as you did, you realized how intense this orgasm was really going to be.

"I'm sorry daddy." The words rolled off your tongue before you had a chance to stop yourself, or be embarrassed.

"Fuck, are you fucking kidding me?" Harry whispered, mainly to himself, as his hands dug into your waist and he slowed his thrusts down, containing himself from his own orgasm. Then he spoke up again.

"That's okay, baby. Because now this pussy is daddy's, isn't it? Mine to use, mine to keep."

That was enough to bring you over the edge. You cried and cried as your orgasm took over your entire body, and you felt like you were living in a dream. Everything was hazy, and you couldn't even hear what Harry was saying behind you. But you did feel him take his cock out of your pussy, and it felt wrong, and cold, and empty.

You turned your head, holding yourself up by the railing as you watched Harry walk back inside. A frown formed on your face. What was he doing?

"Get over here." He demanded. You pushed yourself up to stand straight, legs weak and a bit wobbly. It felt like you had cinder blocks attached to your ankles with how difficult it was for you to move. It hurt, too. But the smirk on Harry's face made up for it, and you loved to see him pleased with you. When you finally reached him, holding onto his arm to keep yourself steady, you were hoisted up onto the desk, forced to lay down on your back on it.

Harry walked around the desk, towards where you were laying with your head, and closed the windows. It was rather cold outside, so this out a stop to the breeze. You waited in anticipation for what he was going to do. And then, he was stood right over you, right over your face. He pulled you back by your arms, still not saying a word, until your head dangled off the desk.

"Have you ever given anyone a blowie, Y/N?" He asked, massaging your tits. You arched your back at the touch, and nodded your head. Harry didn't know what he was expecting, and he didn't know he would hate the fact that another man's cock had been in her mouth before. But there was only one solution to that, and it was to give it to her so good that she would forget there were any other men in the first place. "Then I won't go slow on you."

"I never want you to, daddy." You responded, voice still rough from how fucked out you were. Harry instantly groaned, you were actually made for him, there was no other explanation.

To his surprise, your hand wrapped itself around Harry's cock and you started stroking him until he took a step closer to you. You still reached forward, a desperate need to have his cock inside you in one way or another. And when you started kissing his tip, Harry instinctively took a step closer. From there, you took him further and further into your mouth. Times like these were moments where you thanked the universe for not giving you a gag reflex. It came in very handy now. It's why you loved to give blowjobs, you loved watching people fall apart for you.

And fall apart Harry did. He leaned over, holding down your hips so you wouldn't slide of the desk, and he tried to fight the moans that came from the very back of throat. He knew he wasn't going to last long with her mouth fucking him like this. When his tip reached the back of her throat, he jerked forward, earning a strangled moan from you.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck your face, baby?" He asked, but before you could even reply, his hips started moving. You held your mouth open, enjoying the rough treatment from him. This was beyond amazing. You didn't want him to ever stop.

But, after a minute or so, he did.

"Fuck! I'm gonna come baby." Harry said as he pulled his cock out of you and started stroking until his orgasm hit him and his hot spurts of cum landed on your tits, just like he wanted.

You were both still panting by the time your chest was coated with him, and Harry leaned down to give you a sloppy, fucked out kiss. He then grabbed some tissues and began to clean you up. You did nothing but stare at his beautiful face until all the cum was removed from your tits.

"C'mon, let's get you a taxi." He said before giving you a small kiss. Your eyebrows knit at his command.

"But I wanted to stay a little longer." You pouted. Harry shook his head as he threw the tissues in the trash.

"Don't be ridiculous, you can't even walk properly." He said, turning around to see you sitting on the desk, your dress back on. He felt proud to see you so ruined, knowing that he had done it, especially because he had been the first.

You got up, and unfortunately found that he was right. Your legs felt just as heavy as before, and you had to lean against the desk to hold up the balance.

"Fine." You huffed, arms crossed.

Harry just smiled as he walked towards you and scooped you up, like you didn't weigh more than a box of feathers. But you did, so you were especially impressed at the ease with which he picked you up.

He carried you downstairs, completely ignoring the puzzled looks from people, and when he got to the bouncer, he just brushed it off with the excuse that your heel had broken.

Luckily there were a couple of taxi's waiting outside the bar, and Harry put you in one, giving your address to the driver. It occurred to you then, that you had never told him that.

"Wait, how do you know—" you were about to ask, but got interrupted by him.

"Same way I got your phone number." He answered before grabbing your face and giving you another kiss. "Text me when your home, and preferably after that, too."

You chuckled and went to put on your seatbelt as Harry closed the door for you. You looked out the window again, but he was already gone. Still, you were smiling.

You were definitely going to text him back.

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CHARACTER/S: Xiao [He/Him]  MC/READER INSERT: Y/n [AFAB - She/Her]  PROMPT/S + GENRE/S: Kinktober Day 2: Piercings  ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: Dating/Former Long Distance  REQUESTED BY: N/A DATE WRITTEN: Sept.30.2024 DATE POSTED: Oct.02.2024 WORD COUNT: 566

//TW:  - Cunnilingus, Pussydrunk/Soft Dom Xiao, slight Teasing, Modern AU, Emo!Xiao?

DISCLAIMER: This is smut written by a minor; someone under the age of 18. If that makes you uncomfortable, then please DNI.

NOTES: Note to self, PLAN KINKTOBER IN JULY NEXT YEAR, JESUS CHRIST. I thought that like… late August to throughout September would be enough time for me to plan and prepare. I WAS WRONG.

SUMMARY: That little action of hers did not go unnoticed by Xiao, however. He blinked at her, then tilted his head with a small smirk, “...Do you like my piercing?” he asked. Shifting forward slightly, he leaned towards her and placed a hand on her thigh– gently gripping it, as if he were already anticipating her reaction.

AO3 LINK: Silver Tongue

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“You have a tongue piercing?!” Y/n murmured in disbelief at the information her boyfriend had just informed her of. Xiao just gave her an indifferent shrug with a nod of his head in response. Y/n blinked at him, she wasn’t sure what to make of this newfound information. Not right now, anyway. 

“Can I… Can I see it?” she asked, hesitance clear in her voice. As soon as the question left her lips, she felt a bit bad about asking. Was that even something she could ask? Sure, she and Xiao were a couple. But this was one of the first times they were meeting in person after a couple months of long distance. Considering how the relationship still felt fresh to her– she couldn’t help but be anxious about what she could and couldn’t ask. 

But Xiao didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He just gave another quiet shrug and parted his lips– sticking his tongue out. And… oh fuck. Y/n already thought Xiao was effortlessly attractive with his arm sleeve bird tattoo, his red eyeliner, his captivating amber gaze, and those teal locks of his. But seeing that little gem of silver shining against the pink of his tongue… It was too much. And she subconsciously shifted in her seat, discreetly pressing her thighs together. 

That little action of hers did not go unnoticed by Xiao, however. He blinked at her, then tilted his head with a small smirk, “...Do you like my piercing?” he asked. Shifting forward slightly, he leaned towards her and placed a hand on her thigh– gently gripping it, as if he were already anticipating her reaction. 

Y/n bit her lip, feeling her heartbeat speed up at that little touch– and the sensual tone of his voice. She nodded slowly, “Y-yeah. I think… It looks good. On you,” she murmured. 

“Do you want to feel it?” He asked. “What?” 

Xiao chuckled, “Do you want to feel my piercing, Y/n?” he asked, leaning into her face with a teasing smirk. As if to really nail his words in, he stuck out his tongue again. Y/n’s breath hitched. Was he being serious? Or was he just messing with her? She couldn’t tell. But gods… how she felt increasingly embarrassed over the tiny sliver of hope in her heart that he was being serious with his offer as she gave a slow nod. 

“Mmh~ Xiao~” He could hear her sweet voice moan from where he sat– on his knees while she sat on the couch. His face buried between her thighs, hungrily lapping at her cunt. And teasingly dragging his silver jewel in the center of his tongue against her sensitive clit. Her sounds, her taste, the weight of her legs on his shoulders– all of it felt as if it served to drive him wild. He was intoxicated by her. 

But she was no less intoxicated by him. The sight of that pretty silver adorning his tongue only added to his mesmerizing beauty. And the way he dragged it along her soaked cunt drove her insane. She gripped his teal locks, small whimpers and gasps tumbling from her lips as his tongue worked against her. Xiao groaned, looking directly up at her as he grinned– then slipped his tongue into her entrance. Licking at her inner walls. 

…Oh how he was going to drive her mad. 

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Notes: New decision about the second half of these prompts– I’m gonna do the main ones first (for example, Day 1’s main is Disaster while Be Greedy is just additional) and then if I have time, I’ll do the additionals.

To: LIYUE Masterlist || Kinktober 2024 Masterlist || Alternate Day 2 || Day 3 || Main Masterlist

Tags: @loll82829

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Mia's Relationships in TWST—Part 1/2

(Part 2)

I've been seeing people do these things with their MCs, and it looked like fun, so I decided to join in! And I have a bonus closeup of Mia's more-or-less-accurate sprite because I really like the armband I made.✨✨ (Pretend she's got black stud earrings and matching combat boots.) I sort of took this as a general progression of thoughts and opinions amongst everyone and went from there. Mia's pretty much chill with mostly everyone, but she has her moments of not giving a hoot to a select few. I'll be giving some more details on everyone's relationships under the cut, so off we go! (Original chart/template is from here, and the Picrew I used to make Mia's little sprite is here.)

Ramshackle

• Grim: At first, both he and Mia were pretty indifferent towards each other. Mia didn't really have the patience to pay attention to some flaming cat she just met when she had her own problems to deal with, and Grim didn't need some human getting in the way of his plans to become a great mage. But over time, after they got to know each other, they grew to like one another, and now they're pretty good friends. Although he often drives her insane and she can be a "stick in the mud," according to him, I'm sure they'll both defend each other if it comes down to it. (He's literally the only cat she will ever like.)

Heartslabyul

• Riddle: Much like with Grim, Riddle and Mia were kinda neutral towards each other. She simply viewed him as a seriously uptight dorm leader, while he simply saw her as another student who generally abided by the rules despite her being very outspoken towards everyone—including those in authority, so to speak. But eventually they came around to like each other, and now they're casual friends.

• Ace: Mia actually didn't like him at first. He was a jerk in her eyes, so she gave him a piece of her mind whenever he acted like one. Meanwhile, aside from snapping back at her snapping at him, he didn't really pay much attention to her. Eventually they grew to like each other (while bickering the whole time), and now they're pretty close. She arguably views him as one of her best friends, but she won't admit that out loud. And it's the same on his end, too.

• Deuce: Generally, Mia thought he was all right, but not much else. She did come to like him a bit faster than she did with Ace, and now she pretty much considers him her best friend, too. But she won't admit that out loud, either. On Deuce's end, he actually came to like her fairly easily, so it was also kinda easy for him to eventually view her as one of his best friends. Although he lowkey enjoys watching her go off on people who totally deserve it, he and Ace do have to hold her back on occasion. Friends don't let friends get into fights, after all.

• Cater: Yeah, Mia didn't really pay him any mind for a while, but now she generally thinks he's all right. Just a little too obsessed with Magicam for her taste. Cater, meanwhile, easily came to like her, even though she can be a little tense at times. ("C'moooon, ease up a little!" "This is me easing up.")

• Trey: They both came to like each other fairly easily since they're both generally grounded and level-headed. She does like how patient he can be, considering who he has to deal with every day, and he very much appreciates her keeping an eye on Ace and Deuce. So they're currently pretty casual friends.✨✨

Savanaclaw

• Leona: He and Mia were very indifferent towards each other and pretty much let the other be, if they could. Although it took a bit for them to like each other, they're pretty cool with one another now. Leona likes her no-nonsense attitude and respects her completely, and Mia thinks he's all right for a guy who chooses to opt out of things often.

SPOILERS FOR CLOUDCALLING/TAMASHINA MINA EVENT: after they win the tournament, they have an inside joke where they'll call each other by the other's name (Mia'll call Leona by her name and vice versa). They get a kick out of confusing everyone who wasn't part of the tournament gang.

• Jack: I think both of them didn't really think much of the other until maybe Books 2 and 3, more or less. Then they came to like each other before eventually becoming pretty good friends. Both of them do come to secretly view each other as siblings, but neither of them are gonna be admitting that any time soon.

• Ruggie: These two pretty much left each other alone despite suspecting that they should probably keep an eye on one another. Ruggie's a little sneak and Mia can wring people a new one if you try her enough. But eventually they came around to liking each other. Considering his background and her growing up in an orphanage looking out for only herself and her twin brother Marco, they basically have an unspoken "street-ish kids gotta stick together" agreement. (And Ruggie has definitely reminded her of some of the kids she grew up with a handful of times.)

Octavinelle (oh boy)

• Azul: While he came to like Mia fairly quickly in a general sense, she actually didn't really like him at first. He was a sleazy con artist to her, so he definitely saw her rough side pretty early on, especially during Book 3. As time went on, she decided that he was all right and respected his insane intelligence and business knowledge. And eventually, she came to see him as a little more than a casual friend, with Azul also coming to see her as a friend as well. He likes how determines she is to get things done on her own, no matter what, and it's something he can respect. (Sometimes I see them as a joke ship, but I already have her paired with another character of mine.😅)

• Jade and Floyd: Like with Azul, she pretty much disliked them at first since they were in league with him and were basically schemers like he was. The twins liked her pretty early on, however, and they found her entertaining. (They still do.) Eventually she became pretty indifferent towards them with her usual bite having been lessened some time after Book 3, but now she thinks they're all right. Of course, when they find out that she's also a twin, things get a little funner. (Floyd demands a competition for twin dominance.)

Scarabia

• Kalim: Since he's so genuine with his kindness and very open with everyone, Mia generally came to like him pretty easily. And so she currently views him as a casual friend. Of course, Kalim, being how he is, almost immediately viewed her as a friend. And hey, he's heard she likes bird watching, so he could totally invite her over to Scarabia and introduce her to all the birds there. And maybe let them out for a bit so they can stretch their wings. Just don't tell Jamil.

• Jamil: He's the opposite of Kalim and is seemingly calmer than him, so Mia didn't think much of him at first. As for Jamil, he probably didn't think much of her, either, but he had heard about her infamous non-existent filter and putting even Savanaclaw students in line. So those were some pins he put in about Ramshackle's Prefect.

It was probably a little after Book 4 when they started liking each other. And eventually they came to view each other as good friends. I'm pretty sure their bond really strengthened during the NRC group's stay at Ramshackle for VDC, so they had plenty of time to chat and get to know each other more.✨✨

Pomefiore

• Vil: He and Mia didn't really have any problems coming to like each other. She respected his willingness to get his hands dirty to work hard, and Vil liked that she didn't take any nonsense from anyone and was very willing to work hard for what she wanted on her own terms. Probably also like with Jamil during Book 5, they had some time to bond and get to know each other more during his stay at Ramshackle for VDC. Book 6 is probably when they really solidified their friendship and became nice casual friends.

• Epel: Mia actually didn't pay much attention to him since to her, he seemed like just a quiet guy she'd have a few short conversations with. Epel, meanwhile, had heard a lot about her giving people a piece of her mind and occasionally giving a few unlucky students a right hook if they pushed her buttons too much. So he came to like her fairly easily. Of course, once she got to know him, she came to like him a lot. And eventually they became pretty close friends that wouldn't snitch when the other went off—especially when Epel is the one losing his cool.

• Rook: While he almost immediately came to like Mia, she pretty much let him and his eccentricities be for a good while. It probably wasn't until sometime during Book 5 that she came around to liking him. So he's pretty all right in her book now. They probably did get a little closer during Book 6, though.

Ignihyde

• Idia: Yeah, she was very indifferent towards him for a good while. He's extremely introverted, so she pretty much left him to his own devices. It was the same for Idia, too, but he also actively avoided her as much as possible since he was kinda intimidated by her. (He's heard about her attitude. He wasn't about to activate combat mode.) But eventually they came around to liking each other. Mia doesn't mind that he's quiet unless his interests are involved, and whenever they are, she just lets him talk about them nonstop. On Idia's end, he does appreciate that she's one of the few chill people in a sea of extroverts. He's also a little less intimidated by her now, so he's got that going for him. A simple "hey" from her in the hallway doesn't terrify him as much as before.

• Ortho: These two basically came to like each other pretty easily, so it wasn't hard for them to get along and become nice casual friends. She's probably mentioned her brother Marco to him a few times, and Ortho, being as curious as he is, probably asked a lot of questions that she didn't really mind answering.

Diasomnia (:3)

• Malleus: He just randomly showed up outside her dorm one night and just kept popping in at random intervals ever since. It seemed like a hobby for him, so she was pretty indifferent towards him for a bit. Meanwhile, he came to like her fairly easily and was very amused by her rather relaxed demeanor despite the "rumors" he's heard about the Prefect's sharp attitude. The more Mia spoke with him, however, the more she came to like him, and eventually they became pretty good friends. And he has a knack for visiting Ramshackle whenever she's having a restless night due to missing Marco, so she's glad that she can have someone like him to talk to. (But she's not that great with expressing her emotions, so she'll probably have trouble admitting that.)

• Silver: Him and Mia got along pretty easily, so it didn't take too long for them to like each other. Even though he can be pretty rigid, she does eventually come to view him as a really nice friend, and he comes to view her the same as well. (He also picks up that she doesn't express emotions all that well, so I guess that's kind of a thing they have in common, which he appreciates.)

Since one of his lines (I don't remember from which card) mentions the MC having the potential to be good with a sword, Mia does eventually take him up on the offer (maybe after Book 4?) and asks him to teach her. She also likes bird watching, so he does show her some good spots to find birds—unless they come to him first.😂

• Sebek: Boy did they start out rough. Considering his distaste towards humans and Mia having no problem telling jerks off, they really didn't like each other. So there was a good chance they clashed sometimes, probably almost as often as she did with Ace. Eventually, they both decided it wasn't worth wasting their energy arguing and left each other alone for a good while whenever they could. I'm not exactly sure when they start liking each other, but it's probably during Book 7. But after begrudgingly finally getting to know each other, they supposed they could see each other as friends. They both share a determination to see things through, and he will admit that Silver has taught her how to use a sword passably enough. (He could teach her better, though.)

• Lilia: He and Mia actually got along pretty well, so it was easy for them to like each other. He liked her spirit and she thought he was pretty cool, so I think they've had some pretty fun conversations with one another. He does come to see that behind her relaxed demeanor, she can be very guarded towards new people, choosing to entertain light casual conversations and not much else. So he is a little happy to see that over time, she's learned to lower her guard just a bit and be a little more trusting towards people.

(Part 2)

[actualbird]

Hey zak!

Marius is a pansexual mess, how do you think the NXX is going to react when they realize he has a massive crush on Artem's frying pan?

jkjk fdhasjkfhdjaskf

Okay seriously: How do you think the NXX is going to react if they overhear Marius making a flirty comment about them?

For instance: Luke shows Marius a picture of Vyn and Marius makes a comment like "The worst thing about Vyn is how hot he is, it drives me insane."

Not knowing that Vyn was outside the room and heard that.

well first off, i want it known that everybody in the nxx actually probably has a crush on artem's frying pan, and FOR GOOD REASON. artem's kitchen utensils, tools, and appliances are of the Highest Quality and also theyre SEXY. actually, marius has a crush on the pan (artem looks really good flambe-ing stuff), luke has crush on the knives (he loves a good weapon....uh he meant kitchen apparatus, totally), mc has a crush on the pots (love is stored in the SOUP), and vyn has a crush on the stand mixer (NOT on artem, he would like to make that clear) (marius, luke, and mc dont believe him, they think this is vyn being a tsundere about how he secretly wants to hate-kiss artem into oblivion)

......sorry, what was this ask response about again? OH RIGHT

the nxx team's reactions to overhearing marius making flirty comments about them

i wont delve too much into mc because we already know how she'd react given we see it in-game whenever marius says flirty things right to her Face: she gets all blushy -> she gets unimpressed -> "MARIUS! VON!! HAGEN!!!"

and she is so cute for that. frankly, her overhearing comments like this instead of being told it outright (oftentimes with a teasing expression) would make her feel more flattered, because "oh, he really thinks im attractive? it's not just a tease to rile me up? O////O"

which brings me to

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luke, who i think would have a reaction rather similar to mc's: he overhears -> he gets all blushy -> he mentally backpedals with "OH HES JUST TEASING, HE MUST JUST BE MESSING WITH ME, HAHA, OH MARIUS, YOU JOKER!!!"

but given that this is an Overheard Instance of Flirting, luke's logic would then say "but if hes messing with you, why is he telling someone else instead of You (the person he is allegedly messing with)", to which luke would internally reply with "i dont know!! but theres no way he actually thinks im cute because!! WHAT!!! i-im not cute, im just—not that i WISH he thought i was cute, it's just! yknow!!! //frantic and aimless gesticulating" and then

vyn, walking past where luke is in the nxx hallway: what on earth are you doing there just muttering to yourself and waving your hands around?

luke: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS //pulls out a smoke bomb from nowhere, throws it on the ground, and runs away

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meanwhile, it takes artem a While to even realize that marius was being flirty in the comment he overheard. like im imagining it was something that, if you were an Ace (as in asexual) Attorney like artem is, the comment was either innocuous or metaphorical enough that it TOTALLY flies over artem's head

until days later when artem mentions it to someone else and it's like

mc: artem. oh my god. that means he thinks youre SEXY

artem: What.

mc: like, marius was making an Innuendo

artem, ears going a bit red: W h a t.

and then he just goes silent as his brain bluescreens VKJHSFSD

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vyn is the one who would take it most in stride, and also affectionately use this against marius whenever the situation and ambiance permits. like, he'll overhear that exact line u mention in your ask and then vyn will just

stride into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face

vyn: do not let my looks distract you too much, i do need your mind working at some sort of standard of quality during our sessions

marius, mocking vyn immediately bc hes not one to back down from a bitch-off: ohhhhh look at me im vynnn i know im hot shittt~ get over yourself!!

vyn: i dont have to, seeing as you definitely are not getting over me any time soon :)

luke, watching with metaphorical popcorn: ooh, that was a good burn. sorry, man

marius: //screeches into his hands because even when vyn is being a bitch, hes STILL hot to marius. probably even HOTTER

ahh, the trials and tribulations of marius von hagen, in a team of comprised of people who are so infuriating (in different ways) but also so so pretty. VLAKJFSFA

[lyramundana]

*fans self* oh lord girlie, it’s like you’re in my head with that last scenario

Also a bit of a song rec: Motivate by Little Mix (I think of Minsung every time😮‍💨)

Just imagine them at your feet in skirts with their little boba eyes, rubbing their cheeks against your knee, just begging for your attention, for your touch. When you finally give in, Ji in your lap, his back against your chest, jerking him off, edging him while he squirms , “mommy, pleaseee, stop teasing me. I’ve been so so good for you.” Minho pawing at your side, “mommy please pay attention to me too, please”

Omg maybe you force Min to use a dildo in his hole without your touch or coming for being a little brat. His whines and little “mommy please”s from below you would sound so adorable especially with his eyes watering ugh.

I had another idea while writing this and I wanna share.

Dom!Minho, switch!Mc, sub!Jisung. Minho fucking Ji in the dorms and Ji being so sensitive after Minhos teasing, he’s practically screaming. Playfully oblivious best friend!mc coming in with a smirk “I can keep him quiet, Min”. Minho gives her permission without a second thought. She immediately strips, sitting on Jisungs face. Despite being fucked out beyond belief, he sucks on her clit, eating her out like a starved man. Minhos hand wrapping around her neck, her back arching as he smashes his lips into her, swallowing each others moans.

I got a bit carried away here lol

- fellow Minsung whore

I'm very normal about these scenarios. Yep, very normal. I feel nothing

I really don't understand what you aim to accomplish by sending me these satan-like asks. What's the point?! Besides driving me INSANE WITH THIRST of course, because if it's for me to add something else, what the fuck am I supposed to add there?? It's already perfect as it is. The question here is, why are you not writing all of this up in your blog so the world and I can delight in your genius ideas?

You really now my weakness. Pretty, subby boys wearing skirts and begging for me on their knees, with those cute eyes looking at me..fuck

Just imagine them at your feet in skirts with their little boba eyes, rubbing their cheeks against your knee, just begging for your attention, for your touch

This. This right here. This is my wet dream, my recurrent fantasy, my utmost desire. If I could ever have this in real life, I would die happily after. I'll be torn between fucking them until they faint or just cuddle them and cover them in kisses because they're too cute for my sanity.

“mommy, pleaseee, stop teasing me. I’ve been so so good for you.” Minho pawing at your side, “mommy please pay attention to me too, please”

jdwjdejn *error 404 not found* subby minho?💀 calling me mommy?💀💀

just the image of him pawing at me me makes me so hungry. i'll grab him and kiss him breathless, then pull that buttplug of his in and out until he's moaning my name more, maybe touching his g-spot so he actually cries on my lap and begs me to stop. ohh, then i'll edge him until he can't even speak because, i can't have have one cumming before the other, right? they have to cum at the same.time

I'll have them both in the ground, because that's what they deserve for being little brats. none of them will get to touch the bed sheets unless i allow them to, so either my lap or the cold ground. jisung's pretty, aching red dick in my hand, while i squeeze it and play with it with his twitching hands cuffed behind him. he can't fight back, no option but take what i give him.

minho, our pretty, cute kitty boy, he'll be on his knees with his face in my lap. maybe i'll have the remote control of the buttplug and mess with the settings to make him whine out desesperately, trembling but unable to do anything, or else i'll punish him.

I had another idea while writing this and I wanna share.

Seriously? You haven't shared enought??😃

She immediately strips, sitting on Jisungs face. Despite being fucked out beyond belief, he sucks on her clit, eating her out like a starved man. Minhos hand wrapping around her neck, her back arching as he smashes his lips into her, swallowing each others moans.

I literally have nothing else to add to this perfection.

No matter the universe, AU or scenario, Jisung is a pussydrunk king. Even if he's mentally out of it, his tongue has an independent conscience.

Minho putting her in a headlock while he's pleasuring both?? Jesus christ, he really is a multitasker

Tagging my lovelies (because if i suffer, everyone does): @channieandhisgoonsquad @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @skzms @queenmea604 @noellllslut @hanjisunglover