#ikemen prince smut

[bakersgrief]

WARNINGS: Use of the title master, butt plugs, bondage, collars, cock rings, gn reader, mild petplay, mild orgasm denial, just a little crying and overstim.

Rio's room was always the prettiest at sunset. The pink and red hues coming in through the window perfectly complimented the orange color scheme of the room. Everything seemed to glow at this time of day.

So of course the warm light bathing him perfectly complimented Rio's flushed skin.

"Hnnn... ah.... uh, Master, please-"

Rio tossed his head back in desperation as he squirmed helplessly on the couch. His legs were bound separately so that his calves pressed against the back of his thighs.

He was spread out, his wrists tied to his ankles, leaving him entirely helpless. And boy was the feeling arousing. Watching his lover survey him, his shiny new collar, his pert nipples, his flushed, leaking cock.

Rio moaned as his lover fondled him, admiring the way he clenched around the plug in his ass. The thin stream of precum flowing from his tip flowed down onto his balls, making them so perfect for groping, watching them grow shiny with his own mess.

Rio's cock twitched, the tight ring at the base preventing him from cumming.

It felt like the teasing lasted for hours. His lover had spent plenty of time teasing his body beforehand. Pinching and flicking his nipples, rubbing his taint, making him suck on their fingers...

Was he drooling? Rio thought he might be drooling. The poor puppy had gone dumb from all the slow teasing.

After the ring went on, Rio's lover had taken their sweet time pressing kisses down his length, tracing the ridge of his head with their tongue excruciatingly thoroughly. He probably could have cum from the kitten licks they lavished on his tip alone.

And now his lover was sucking on his frenulum-

Rio's eyes rolled back in his head as his hips bucked.

"Oooh, oh, master, please, please-"

"Please what, puppy?"

They had to stop sucking on him to speak, and Rio nearly cried.

"Are you begging me to cum?"

"Uh, um..."

Rio wasn't sure. He couldn't stand the thought of this sweet torment ending. But at the same time, he was just so painfully hard. Maybe, if he asked nicely, his lover would milk him instead of denying him-

"Ah, UH!"

Rio's mouth fell open as his lover slowly tugged on his plug, stretching his hole as they sucked harshly on his tip.

"Nngh ah! Huh! Ohh master, oooh-"

Rio thrashed in desperation. The sensations would have made him cum on the spot, if only he could.

Pop!

The plug came out.

Pop!

It went back in.

Rio's entire body was shaking, tears beginning to fall from his lovely blue eyes.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

"MASTER! PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!"

He wanted to cum. He needed to come. Rio felt like his sanity was slipping away from him.

His lover sucked on his taint for a moment, pulling away with a thoughtful hum.

"I think it's about time."

"H-huh?"

Rio sniffled. Had he started crying? Apparently so.

"It's about time I took it off. You're not supposed to leave it on too long. Don't wanna hurt my puppy, now, do I?"

Rio shook his head frantically, trembling in excitement. He sighed in relief when the ring finally came off, his red cock bobbing a bit.

A soft, warm hand wrapped around the base as his lover went back to so sucking his tip, gently teasing his slit with their tongue.

The stimulation was languid, slowly leading Rio into his first powerful orgasm of the night.

"Nnh ah, yes! Yes yes yes yes yes-"

He babbled incoherently, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. His lover continued sucking on his head long after he had finished cumming, drawing whimpers from his throat.

They popped off his head with a satisfying sound, surveying his disheveled state.

"Don't tell me you're done already, puppy."

They pulled the plug out of his ass, reaching for his favorite dildo and lube beside them.

Rio trembled, his body exhausted from the barrage of stimulation.

"You'll take it like a good boy, right?"

"Y-yes, master!

@floydsteeth

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, rut, PIV, oral, handjobs and nipple sucking, Rio wants to breed

Bunny!Rio whose rut starts at the beginning of the month.  Despite his aching cock, and heavy sack, he's ready to give you some sloppy head in the morning and pretend that he’s still completely fine. He doesn't want anything in return! 

He's so whipped for you, he's going to kiss your feet and worship the ground that you walk on. You so kindly let him suck on your pretty clit, so it's the least he can do for you! 

His brain short circuits when you pull him towards you, and tell him to fuck you. He's not sure he heard you right, so he asks you to repeat yourself. When you pin him down on the bed and rip his shirt open, his pupils dilate and his self control snaps. 

He grabs onto your hips and grinds his aching cock up against you, allowing you to unbuckle his belt. 

You let him fuck you until he loses count of how many times he's ejaculated. After he cums in you again, he topples over on the bed. His cock is still hard and leaking cum, and his fluffy tail twitches from time to time. He lies there, tired, but still horny and turned on. He wants to fill you with more of his cum! He can see his cum ooze out of your pretty pussy and drip down your pretty thighs, but he wants more! He needs to breed you, to make sure that you're pregnant. 

The two of you can have plenty of cute little bunnies! And he'll stay at home to raise them all, like the good little house bunny that he is. 

“One more…” he pants, pushing himself up on his elbows, “One more time please” he begs, his cheeks flushed in a deep hue of red. He lies back down against your chest, and his hand reaches up to cup your right breast, meanwhile while his mouth latches onto your left nipple. He sucks your breast gently, his tongue rolling your nipple. 

“Does my pretty bunny need to cum again?” You ask him, your hand reaching down to stroke his needy cock. “Please” Rio whines, letting go of your nipple to let out a needy cry. Ge goes back to suckling on your nipple as you jerk him. 

“Is my pretty boy going to cum?” You kiss his forehead, making him melt against you. “Mmmhm” he hums, letting go of your nipple to bite his lip. 

“I'm so close…. Please” His fluffy ears twitch, and his thighs tremble. Your bunny boy was getting closer to cumming again, and he held onto you for dear life. 

“I wanna cum inside you…” he whines, “I need to fill you up…with so much little bunnies” 

Your grip on his cock tightens as he continues to mindlessly ramble, “Please…oh… I need to get you pregnant. We're gonna..” he pants needily, “We're gonna have so many cute baby bunnies”

You'll let him cum in you, right? ;3 

[xxsycamore]

OVERHEAT

╰┈➤ 💜Jin wants you to make yourself at home. He doesn't know that you already have the perfect plan for that.

Jin Grandet x f!Reader; • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Modern AU; Seduction; Pet Names; Sweat; Dirty Talk; Alcohol; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Riding; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Nipple Play; Breast Play • wordcount: 2,830 • masterlist

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: At your rich friend's summer villa + Make them work up a sweat then call them sexy

"I see that you're making yourself at home."

You lean your head against the terrace's threshold, looking at the man helping himself to the drink cabinet with the manner of accommodation only the lord of the house would possess - which he's not - but your eyes are trained on his deft fingers mixing a sweet alcoholic concoction. As predicted, he's quick to shoot a remark to refute your chaff.

"It's what they would've wanted for us, no? We're keeping an eye on their home. Last time I checked the drink cabinet was a part of it."

And you were oh-so kind as to turn down any other kind of payment, you think to yourself, not sure if you want to let the words slip out and accidentally stroke his ego. Not when you want to play with said kindness for a little longer.

"Don't worry, I'm making one for you as well. I saved you the most coquettish glass I found around here too."

"It's appreciated."

Jin catches your gaze briefly before making himself appear engrossed with working the shaker. You'd chuckle if it wasn't successfully impressing you.

"What about you, sweetheart? Are you not enjoying it outside?"

He makes it easier for you, instantly clocking your lingering around the door clad in your pink bikini and how it might not be linked to you simply wishing to watch him prepare the cocktails.

"Mm, I was actually just about to come ask you to help me with something, if you don't mind."

Jin smirks, adding the finishing touch to both glasses in the form of two perfect slices of lime he previously cut.

"Of course I don't mind. Let's take these outside, I was just about to join you."

You smile back and turn around, feeling the sun's veil rest hotly on skin as soon as you step out of the shade. Jin follows, not flinching even when he sets his big, sturdy feet bare on the scorching tiles. He takes the few steps leading to the corner of the terrace occupied by a pair of wooden beach lounges and leaves the cocktails by the small table in the middle.

"Let me guess. You were putting sunscreen on but there's this spot you just can't reach, so you need your boyfriend's hands to the rescue."

You snort at Jin, sitting down on the soft cushioning of the lounge. "It's not that, but I like your imagination. I'll keep it in mind when I get to the sunscreen. First I need to decide where I want to lay, so…"

"Okay, let me move the lounge for you."

Bingo.

"Ahh, you're a saver! Wait, let me show you where I want it."

Rejuvenated, you jump to your feet, walking to a somewhat distant spot of the spacious terrace, looking pleadingly at Jin.

"There? Alright, give me a second."

"Yes, the garden is visible from there and I think it's even lovelier from above. We should walk around it properly later… I think I spotted a few fig trees too, and those flowers that I was telling you about…I still don't know what they're called…"

Letting only a murmur in reply, Jin rolls up his red shirt's sleeves just a little higher to be sure, and gets behind the lounge to push it to where you are.

"Jinnn, get rid of that shirt already. I thought you wanted to sunbathe with me?"

Your plea falls on deaf ears for the duration of the task, but the Jin Grandet you know won't just ignore an undressing request like that. So he makes a show out of dusting off his hands once he's done moving the lounge and reaches to the uppermost button on his chest. "Yeah? Someone's getting impatient to see me naked?"

You already regret asking, but the roll of your eyes is more of an exaggeration than anything.

"Anyway, thank you. It's perfect."

You keep your eyes on Jin as you lie down, retrieving your sunglasses from the top of your head to put them on and make yourself comfortable. The way the seconds drag on agonizingly slowly is killing you, but you know you have to time it right before you speak again, "Actually, Jin…"

"Yes, sugar?"

"I think the sun is too much for me here…" You adjust your sunglasses that now do a great job at subtly ogling Jin's freshly-stripped-down torso. "I wonder if you could possibly-"

"Don't get up."

Oh, that's perfect. You offer Jin a polite little chuckle as you settle back into the beach lounge and leave it to Jin to drag it across the terrace along with you.

He makes it look so easy, pulling it to the more shady parts of the terrace once again. His sturdy backwards steps are slowed down enough to make you indulge yourself in the moment, the way he towers over your back and throws a shadow across your body.

"What do you say about… right here, under the straw umbrella. It lets through some sun."

"Hmmm." You linger on the thought, without paying much mind on it in the first place. "Turn me around, maybe?"

"As you wish."

Jin changes position, going to the feet of the lounge now. When he enters your vision, you see that the sun did wonders with the mini-workout you put him through, quickly turning the efforts into beads of sweat forming all over his toned torso. He's glorious when he leans down to grab a hold of the lounge, letting you fix your eyes on him from above. He knows you're staring, even with the shades on, but whatever.

He's done with your request all too soon. The beads of sweat start running down his body by the time he straightens himself back up, and his height looks even more impressive when you're so close to the ground. The sun creates a soft halo over his chestnut head when you follow his fingers carding through his hair.

"Jin," You start, not even pausing to wonder when your breath has become as rasped as if you were the one doing all the hard work around here, "I think I'm still a little hot."

"Sure you are. Clenching your thighs shut like that, I imagine it's not helping much.

The sudden realization hits you with a shudder, and your legs part open. Jin invites himself in, sinking one knee down between yours before you can grasp a sense of the situation.

"I…"

"What? Don't tell me you don't like it here either."

You turn your head to the side as Jin leans in closer, leaving your neck open for his kisses. There's nothing delicate about them; he can't be patient any longer, roughened by your little games - and you take all the credit for making him like that. While playing coy of course.

"Mm… I think I'm beginning to enjoy myself here."

Jin's teeth graze your skin and he can't help himself letting them linger right there; imprinting their shape on you as he bites your shoulder playfully. He is quick to travel south, making good use of your exposed skin due to the bikini, until his cleavage kisses spread all the way to the thin strap connecting the two triangular patches of fabric over your chest. You look at Jin bewildered and he has the audacity to hold your gaze as he catches the strap between his teeth and yanks your bikini up.

Your breasts bounce free and a gush of indecency creeps through you. Surely there must have been less animalistic ways for your boob-crazed boyfriend to undress you.

Not that you feel like scolding him. Even if he ends up tearing your bikini apart, at the very most you'd smack his cheek before accepting that you'll have to sunbathe topples for the rest of the day. You're quite the opportunist. If that were the case, you're sure you'd use it to your advantage, putting Jin's self-control to the test while secretly seducing him. He wanted to be with someone who matched his sexual energy, he's not allowed to complain now.

While you think of all the could-have-been's, Jin takes a more simple approach at exploring his desires, by putting his face where he likes it most.

"Think 'm beginning to enjoy m'self here as well."

You can tell, if not merely by knowing him all too well, then by the lustful haze in his eyes. His tongue licks a wet stripe across your left breast until the hard nipple is caught between his plush lips, and he sucks on it. That little spark alone sets the pit of your belly on fire and your legs can barely remain still, so you tentatively wrap one of them around Jin's torso. He humps the crevice of your thigh twice and you mewl into the back of your hand, stuck between wanting him to keep sucking and humping you and wanting him to do more. Gradually the latter prevails as it's barely enough for you.

"Jin…"

"Nngh," a guttural sound rolls off Jin's throat the moment your hand trails down to grasp his length through his white shorts. He lets go of your chest, leaving it glistening with saliva, and sits up between your parted legs, caressing one of them all the way to your knee then palming the ball of it, readily, as if about to rearrange you any moment now for a nice fucking. "Tell me something."

There's question in the tone of your voice even if the sound you produce reminds more of a needy moan. Your fingers toy with the ties of your bottom piece, waiting to see if Jin bashes your hand away in favor of unwrapping you himself. But whatever he's going to ask about seems to be more important, so you try to listen.

"What was that all about? You didn't care about sunbathing, did you?"

The delicious bulge in Jin's shorts is very distracting, especially when he times his question with getting rid of them. You wouldn’t want to miss the moment his cock springs out.

"Haha…" You begin, your lips suddenly feeling dry, and you only pick your speech again when you're satisfied with the display of Jin's length sitting up against his abdomen, hot and hard and all yours. "Sue me. You're just so sexy when you work up a sweat."

"So that's what it was. Couldn't think of any other ways to make me work up a sweat?" Jin receives his answer but keeps looking at you, considering something. He gives his cock a nice pump, bottom to top. By now you've come to absolutely loathe the piece of fabric covering you where you're the hottest, and you take matters into your own hands - but Jin's larger hand intervenes, halting your actions as he instead goes for your hip, nudging you to get up.

You stare at him puzzled but comply, letting him switch your places as you find yourself straddling him on the beach lounge.

"Now," he pulls the ties undone on your left side, "Let's see you work up a sweat. What do you say?", then he mimics his actions on the right side, letting the fabric fall and expose your glistening heat.

You suck on a breather, an almost painful throb manifesting between your legs with Jin's request for you to ride him. Had he said that a few minutes ago you'd throw a tantrum, as in your head there hardly was a sexier outcome of this than you lying down being taken by Jin as sweat runs down his body. But for how nonchalant he appears to be, Jin is quite cunning at times. He turns the tables in the one moment he knows you won't be able to refuse him.

And truly, he doesn't need to ask twice. Now completely bare, it's so easy for you to get into position and make sure the tip of his cock kisses your folds ever so titillatingly as you lean in to plant your lips against Jin's. Your right hand finds its way between your legs, enjoying the discovery of your wetness coating the angry-red tip already. Your fingers slip inside your heat, and the promise of something bigger replacing them in just a second makes your toes curl as you prepare yourself.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Guide it in yourself."

Jin's whisper is so raspy as the air of it caresses the side of your face that you have to remember to keep breathing, and you withdraw your fingers. The emptiness inside you calls with another agonizing throb and it's only emphasized by the feeling of Jin in your hand. As you wrap your fingers around his hardness, your slick envelopes him, and you make sure to spread it all over the tip as well. Jin places his sturdy hands in the folds of your knees as they rest on both sides of his abdomen, gently encouraging you. You want to kiss him one last time before your breath is completely stolen, so you do that - but you don't drag it out too long, for neither of you can hold back much longer.

You guide the tip of his hardness inside yourself, and as it catches onto your entrance your walls instantly squeeze around it with a vice-tight grip. Relaxing is harder when you're on top because gravity wants to do its own thing, and you're desperate - but somehow you manage to take it all in, nice and slowly. Jin is huge. You're sure you're never going to get used to it.

"Fuck." He swears, fingernails biting into the paper-thin skin of the crease of your knees, and it sends shivers down your spine. It makes you move up on Jin, and then all too soon fall back down. The feeling is overwhelming, but you can't help wanting more. So you repeat the motion; once and twice and then the wet sounds of you fucking yourself on Jin's cock reach your ears, so you know you've fallen into that lustful dance.

Jin reaches up and grabs a hold of your bouncing breasts, because of course he does, and it enhances the hot feeling inside you. His cock fills you up so nicely, as you drag yourself up and down his length, that you feel like your body moves on its own chasing after the pleasure.

"Do it faster," Jin instructs, and you change position, letting your legs fall to the tiles as you grasp the headrest of the beach longue for purchase without pausing for a second, "Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good."

The new angle makes it so easy to bounce up and down on Jin, and you take maximum advantage of that, destined to fuck him until the thirst of both of you is clenched. Moans spill from your parted lips, and you chant his name oh-so easily as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Jin's hands leave your breasts only for them to settle on your waist instead. He easily slows you down without using much of his strength, and you whimper at the loss of the delicious build-up he deprived you of. But you're proud to see him just as worked-up as you are.

You use the moment to place some playful kitten licks on his collarbones. The salty taste of his skin all but turns you on more, and you're quite drunk on him. Without noticing, you’ve started grinding down on him again, impatient as you are.

Jin groans and supports your naughty acts, thumbs digging into your hips. He flashes you a wanton look before taking the reins, thrusting his pelvis up.

"Ahhh!!" The moan rips out of your throat, and you don't have room to collect more air before Jin starts earnestly fucking into you from below.

"You're gonna cum all over me? Let me feel you get so tight?"

"Ahhh-Yes, yes- Jin- oh God-"

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the powerful thrusts make you lose control, and before you know it you're soaring; a powerful orgasm whips through you and your walls clamp down on Jin's cock, hard. Your head is still in the clouds when the telltale groan of Jin following you comes to your ears, and you moan as the hot mass inside you is rapidly removed, making your juices leak out with a small gush. The sensation of hot ropes of cum spraying on your naked skin all but heightens the tingling that still courses through your nethers, and Jin's erotic face is a rewarding sight through your own lens of pink haze.

"Aww…" You let the tiredness in your limbs settle in along with the afterwaves of pleasure as you slide your body down against Jin's, the mixture of your fluids trapped in between. "This calls for a bath."

Jin's hand maps the width of your sun-warmed back, caressing you softly.

"It does. We've yet to check out the water pressure of their showerhead."

"J-Jin!"

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Dirty Little Sleazebag

Day 15 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Prince | Silvio Ricci x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, degradation/praise kink, dominant Emma, submissive Silvio, cunnilingus, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, tiny bit of fluff if you squint Prompts: Degradation/Praise Kink | “Beg me to be gentle.” A/N: Yay! Finally wrote one for Silvio!! ao3 link here.

“...Hah?!”

Silvio stared at you as if you had grown two heads, eyes wide in disbelief. You licked your lips, tentatively staring back. 

You wondered briefly if perhaps you had gone a little too far. You simply wanted a bit of payback for the way he relentlessly teased you the week before, bringing you to the edge of rapture without letting you taste it over and over again until you were writhing in his hands, begging for him to finish.

But the bewildered fury on his face was just too delicious to stop.

“I said, lick it, you rude, arrogant, sleazebag.”

You raised your knee higher from where you were kneeling above Silvio, your foot propped up on the pillow under him, the other knee kneeling by his head.

Silvio’s face contorted into an ugly scowl. “Lady, ya got some nerve tellin’ me what to do while insultin’ me.”

“I will do as I please.” You lowered yourself further in his face so that your cunt was all he could see. “Now, lick my fucking pussy like the good little slut you are.”

Silvio growled, incensed by your words, but he complied, pulling your lacy underwear to the side, sliding that sinful tongue of his up your slit. You shivered delightfully. He never could resist you, not when you were on display, wet, hot, and bothered for him.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you? You like tasting me with that dirty little mouth of yours?” you taunted him, relishing how every word out of your mouth riled him into an angry frenzy.

Silvio explored you like a man possessed. His tongue ran up and down your folds, his teeth nibbling on your tender skin. You bit back your moans, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good his mouth felt. Not yet at least.

“That’s right, worship me with that filthy tongue.”

Silvio growled, roughly jerking your hips closer to his mouth causing your upright knee to buckle until you were practically sitting on his face.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred.

Silvio’s tongue darted along your entrance, flicking the entrance, teasing, but not entering. You frowned. He was trying to take control, but you weren’t going to let him. Not today.

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

Silvio clicked his tongue, his irate grumble audible even with his mouth full of your cunt. You dropped until you were smothering him, holding yourself there until you could hear him sputter before releasing.

“Ya tryin’ to kill me?!”

“I said, fuck me with your tongue.”

“I don’t have to listen to ya.”

You couldn’t see Silvio’s face from under you, but you knew him well enough to know he was glaring at you, a furious blush blooming across his cheeks.

“Is that so?” You pulled yourself up, swinging away from his eager mouth.

You grinned wickedly when Silvio groaned, the loss of your sweet cunt too much for him to bear. He desperately reached for your hips, which you held mockingly just out of reach.

Silvio let out a feral yowl, reminding you of a frustrated baby kitten. “Lady, will ya just come back here?”

“Not if you’re going to be a bad boy.”

You stifled the depraved giggle bubbling up your throat. Silvio’s face was scrunched together like a toddler throwing a tantrum, his need to taste you battling ferociously with his indignant displeasure. It was clear he didn’t know what to do when you flipped the script on him, when you were the one making the demands instead of needy pleas.

“Not a lick of charm,” he growled. “Lady–” You wagged your finger cutting him off. “Are you going to fuck me with your tongue?”

“...Yes,” Silvio conceded resignedly.

“Good boy.” You settled back over his waiting mouth. “Go on.”

Silvio didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you towards him, diving his tongue into you eagerly as far as he could reach. You blissfully sighed. His tongue dragged along the sweet spot inside you that caused your legs to shake and your knees to buckle, and it took almost everything you had to remember to stay propped up on your knees so you didn’t smother him.

The strangled groans coming from Silvio pleased you.

“Fucking me so well with that dirty tongue… ngh… so eager for my sweet cunt,” you grunted, ripples of electricity buzzing through your belly. He was gulping rapidly, swallowing your arousal pooling into his mouth. The obscene noises coming from Silvio, the delicious tingles running up your spine tightened in your belly bolstering you to continue uttering the words tumbling from your mouth. “You like that, do you? Make your master cum… hah… you nasty arrogant boywhore.”

Silvio doubled his efforts, flicking your sweet spot repeatedly with his wet, writhing tongue. You threw your head back. The jolts were coming quickly, building into a tight feverish coil. You trembled, your muscles pulling taut, preparing for the snap of release.

“Faster,” you moaned, the sound coming from deep within your chest. “My filthy… little… whore.”

Silvio sucked hard and emitting a tantalizing, feral growl, nipped your clit, sending you over the edge. The coil snapped, and with a strangled cry, you let go, feeling the spasms of your ecstasy raining down your tense, roiling body. His tongue lapped the sweet, sticky juices spilling from your cunt, greedily catching every last drop.

Breathing heavily, you pushed yourself down along his torso until you straddled his waist.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, futilely wiping the copious traces of you from his mouth with your thumb only managing to smear it even further against his lips. 

You gazed down at Silvio. His normally arrogant blue eyes were glazed over, unfocused and drunk off your pussy. You suppressed the urge to giggle and stroke his cheek. He looked so adorable lying there on the bed beneath you, flushed bright red, chest rapidly rising and falling. 

But you weren’t quite done with him yet.

“Sit up, back against the headboard.”

Silvio obeyed without a word, shifting into a sitting position with his back against the head of the bed. He reached for your waist, but you grabbed his wrists, stopping him before he could place his hands on you. Shaking your head, you positioned yourself over his lap, hovering with enough room so that his tip barely brushed your slit. His brows furrowed, the scowl returning between his eyes, irritated that he couldn’t pull you into his arms.

“Wha–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

“...Hah?”

You melted internally, hiding it under the dominating facade you projected. There was just something so darn cute about how frustratingly bewildered he looked when he uttered that expression, with his wide eyes and wrinkled brow. You could never get sick of it.

“Beg me to be gentle, you naughty boy.”

Silvio’s eyes narrowed, his mouth falling open. “Why–”

You didn’t let him finish. You rose, and without warning, slammed down heavily on his dick, until he was fully buried and your pelvis collided with his.

Silvio yelped, uttering a string of profanities. You would’ve smiled at his reaction, but you were too busy trying to hide your own wince, forgetting how much he could stretch you out if you took him too quickly.

“Woman–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

Silvio stared into your eyes, his brows still clenched together. “No,” he stubbornly snapped. “Would ya–”

You clicked your tongue. “Naughty, disobedient baby.” You pushed yourself off his lap until only his tip remained inside of you and then slammed down again, the sound of your bodies crashing together filling the bedroom.

Silvio choked, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Tch… Woman, you’re crazy,” he sputtered, stunned.

You darkly glowered at Silvio. You thought you’d gotten him to acquiesce, but if this was how he wanted to play, then so be it, you’d play. 

“Talking back to your master, forgetting your place. Can’t have that, can we?” you clucked mockingly. You grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of his head, roughly jerking his head back. “Your sole purpose in life is pleasing me, have you forgotten that?”

Silvio sharply exhaled, glaring at you with a frightening intensity. You glared back. You were certain that hiding under his furious indignant rage was a deranged thrill, you could see it smoldering beneath his glare. Silvio was much bigger and stronger than you. He could easily flip you onto your back and hold you down if he truly wanted to stop.

You dropped your voice to a menacing whisper. “Now, be a good little dog, and beg your master to be gentle.”

The two of you stared at one another, neither party willing to accede. It was a battle of wills, and you weren’t going to be the one to break.

“Be gentle,” Silvio lowly growled.

You smugly smirked. “You didn’t say please.”

“Be gentle… please,” Silvio mumbled.

“I couldn’t hear you.” “Be gentle with me please,” Silvio spat out.

“That’s my good dog. Let me reward you.” You kissed him, deep and demanding, claiming his lips in victory. “You’re going to take me, and you’re going to take me well, aren’t you?” “...Yes,” Silvio answered begrudgingly.

You clenched, rocking your hips against him, smirking at his sharp exhale. Placing your hands on the headboard on each side of Silvio’s head, you picked up the pace, viciously driving your hips into him.

“Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want my cunt to make you feel good?”

“...Yes.”

“Beg me to make you cum.” “Please…” Silvio licked his lips. “Please make me cum.”

Grinning wickedly, you rode him, elated at how his eyes fluttered closed, at the sweet guttural groans he uttered. Silvio reached for your waist again, but you swatted his hands away.

“No touching unless I tell you.” Silvio grumbled in protest, but you felt satisfied when you saw his fingers curl into the sheets instead, tightly clutching the fabric, rutting against you as best he could without leverage, matching your rhythm.

Your own hands gripped the headboard so tight your knuckles turned white. Silvio filled you so completely, you could feel him sliding along your sensitive flesh, your clit brushing against his pelvis with every gyration of your hips, spine-tingling waves of pleasure rolling through your heated body. You gasped, your breaths shallow and erratic. You were losing control, the facade of your dominance slipping, Silvio’s utterances of pleasure only adding to the intensity of the crashing waves.

“Cum– cum for me.” You squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto the last shreds of your resolve, knowing that if you came undone too quickly, he would win.

You felt Silvio tense beneath you. He was close, he was so close, you could feel it.

“Show me how– how much you love my sweet cunt, you– you– rude, flamboyant– asshole.”

With a strangled, guttural growl, Silvio unraveled, twitching as he spilled into you, arching his back and calling your name. You crashed your mouth to his, desperately seeking his lips, on the verge of your own unraveling.

Silvio wrapped his arms around you, burying his hands in your hair, burying his tongue in your mouth.

You burst, dissolving into a puddle of ecstasy, coming undone in crashing waves. 

Kissing Silvio gently, you pulled back just enough to look down into the eyes of the man who drove you insane. You sweetly smiled, brushing back his hair, all pretense of your revenge gone with your release.

“Enjoy that much?” you gently teased, trailing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and to his lopsided grin.

“Woman, what in god’s name just happened?” Silvio nuzzled into your neck, placing a small peck to where he could feel your heartbeat.

You hummed, playing with the hair on the back of his head. “Just a bit of revenge, dearest.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” You chuckled. “Why? Cause you enjoyed it too much?” “Tch…” Silvio blushed, hiding his furiously red face into your shoulder. “I don’t think my heart can handle it.”

You burst into twinkling laughter, shaking in his arms. “We’ll see.”

“...Bitch...”

But you knew he didn’t mean it.

[yonaaaahowell]

Baguette

Keith Howell x Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, BLOWJOB, DIRTY TALKING

Words: 1, 119

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One night, you were quite intoxicated and somehow recalled that you were entrusted with delivering certain elixirs to Keith. Despite your inebriated state, you hastened to his chambers and knocked on the door.

*Knock* You knocked once and received no response.

*Knock knock* After knocking a second time with even greater urgency, the door still remained unanswered.

You knocked repeatedly on the prince chambers door throughout the night in a state of drunkenness, growing increasingly impatient as no one answered despite your best efforts.

Suddenly, the door to his chamber swung open with a creak, revealing yourself face to face with Keith's partially undressed form.

The prince was clad only in a small towel that barely covered his lower region, his dark olive ruffled hair still damp from a recent bath or shower.

Keith's golden eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected intrusion, clearly having forgotten his state of undress in the moment.

"What...what are you doing here so late at night?" he asked, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of wariness.

In his confusion, Keith failed to fully process your inebriated ramblings, not quite registering the nature of the "concoctions" and "reports" you mentioned. For now, he simply stood before you, towel clenched in one hand, hair still mussed and damp - a picture of unexpected disruption.

Meanwhile, you surmised that Keith wasn't fully comprehending your intentions, so you took the unusual step of entering his private chambers to personally deliver the bag of concoctions and reports yourself.

However, in your intoxicated state, you stumbled forward and accidentally yanked on Keith's towel, causing the fabric to slip away and reveal his manhood in all its glory.

Upon laying eyes on the prince's erect and substantial member, most women would have been shocked, intrigued, or even embarrassed.

But thanks to your extreme inebriation, you simply giggled and whispered, "Baguette..." seemingly perceiving Keith's genitals as a large, mysterious loaf of bread.

Your stomach growled in response, distracting you from the bizarre scene before your eyes.

Then all of a sudden, the mischievous alter-ego within Keith emerged, a sly, wicked smile twisting his gentle features as he caught sight of you entranced gaze lingering on his exposed member.

"Like what you see, hmm?" he teased in a low, deep tone that was a far cry from his usual gentle demeanor.

Keith's alter-ego, driven by the thrill of teasing someone he found endearing, had no intention of covering himself like his gentle counterpart would have. Instead, he reveled in the unexpected opportunity to explore the boundaries of their encounter.

"Normally, HE will be the type to cover himself in a situation like this," Wicked Keith admitted, glancing down at his erect member with a chuckle.

"But your drunken state is too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. So, you can touch my 'baguette' or even take my baguette for a spin, if you desire." Keith purred, his golden eyes glinting with wicked amusement at his own tease.

As your entranced state allowed you to act on Keith's suggestive words and deeds without hesitation, you tentatively reached out to touch his manhood.

Your fingers explored the thick shaft in a daze before your lips descended to lick the tip. You took a small nibble, at which point Keith groaned and chuckled, offering gentle guidance.

"No biting, my doe," he teased. "Round that little mouth of yours around my shaft and suck it gently..."

He watched with a knowing smirk as realization slowly dawned on your drunken mind that what you held in your hand was not, in fact, a baguette.

When you attempted to pull away, Keith placed a firm hand on the back of your head, guiding you back down to his waiting member.

"You won't miss this chance, do you?" he asked with a sly, seductive whisper, his golden eyes glinting with mischief as he encouraged you to re-kiss the tip of his cock.

Wanting this moment too, you kissed the tip of Keith's member before obediently wrapping your lips around the thick shaft, sucking gently as requested.

Keith's grin widened as pleasurable sensations began to spread through his body, his cock pulsating inside your small, pretty mouth. Seizing a handful of your hair, Keith gently guided you in the rhythm he knew would bring him great pleasure.

"Faster, my doe...suck me harder," Keith groaned, his pleasure growing.

However, you were struggling to accommodate Keith's massive size, nearly choking as your throat burned from the intense depth he was pushing for.

Keith's grip on your hair tightened slightly as he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear.

"Relax your throat, allow my cock to slide down smoothly...don't tense up," he whispered, his voice laced with sensual instruction. "Breathe through your nose...take it slow and steady, my lovely doe."

With patient guidance and your best efforts, Keith was eventually able to slide his entire impressive length down your throat, eliciting a pleasured groan of approval from the prince.

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As you continued sucking in rhythm, you even began vibrating your lips against Keith's shaft, sending pleasurable waves through the prince's body.

"Take me more..." Keith groaned, his hips starting to thrust roughly in time with your movements as his arousal grew. He could feel his climax approaching, ready to erupt within the eager mouth before him.

His wicked mind was ecstatic at the thought of making you drink his release, determined to have you swallow every last drop.

As he reached his peak, Keith's member pulsed and throbbed, flooding your mouth with his hot, thick seed. To ensure you swallowed every ounce, Keith gripped your head firmly, preventing you from pulling away as he continued pumping cum into your eager mouth.

"This is what happens when you visit me during the night, no matter the reason," Keith purred, savoring the moment of decadent release with his drunken, unsuspecting companion.

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The next morning, you found yourself at a local bakery, a freshly baked baguette filled with milky cheese catching your eye.

Your thoughts instantly drifted back to the previous night's bizarre events, still unsure what to make of Keith's massive manhood that you had sucked on under the mistaken belief it was a baguette.

The lewd scene played out in your mind once more. As you stood there lost in thought, a warm breath suddenly tickled your ear.

"If you want another 'baguette' of mine, why don't you visit me again later tonight?" Keith whispered, his voice unmistakable.

Your blush deepened as you suddenly felt Keith's teeth gently nip at your earlobe, a teasing gesture that left you flushed and staring longingly at the innocent bakery baguette.

It seemed your drunken misadventures with the prince were far from over.

[nightghoul381]

Well Deserved

Prompts: Guided touching/ Intercrural sex Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Reader Smut | Explicit Content | NSFW | MDNI CW: Lingerie, marking, slight oral/fingering, thigh fetish, intercrural sex (thigh fucking), Clavis making a mess XD WC: 1.4k A/N: Prompts from @natimiles, @valkyyriia, @candied-boys's Kinktober prompts and @xxsycamore's Visions of Temptation Prompts! Found here and here Thank you guys for putting together such awesome prompts!!

You pull your long coat tighter around you as you approach the door before you. You managed to make it through the entire castle without being spotted, which is a blessing since it’s nearly time for most to be retiring to their rooms for the evening.

When two days in a row had passed with Clavis not returning to your room before midnight, you knew he must have something important that he’s been working on. You’d noticed the dark circles under his eyes and his hair had been uncharacteristically disheveled the last time you had bumped into each other.

He of course quickly smoothed it into place and acted as though nothing at all was amiss, but you had overheard the castle staff discussing a boy in town who was suffering from a mysterious illness after eating a strange mushroom, and you had no doubt in your mind that Clavis was feverishly searching for a cure.

Taking a deep breath, you walk up to the door and knock five times in the secret pattern that you and Clavis had come up with to let each other know who was on the other side of the door.

Waiting for a brief moment you hear a couple of thuds and an “Oh dear!” before you finally hear the knob turning and the door opens into Clavis’ room. His face breaks into a broad smile as he takes in your face, as though finally getting a breath of fresh air and you can’t help but return the smile. You’re quickly pulled into an embrace, the door clicking shut behind you.

“My darling, you must have read my mind coming to me at this moment,” Clavis sighs happily, letting his head rest against your shoulder and squeezing you tightly in his arms.

“I did it, just moments ago I sent Cyran out with the medicine for the boy,” He breathes, the pride and relief obvious in his voice.

You pull back just a bit and reach up and cup his tired face. Brushing your thumbs along the darkness around his eyes. Grinning up at him, you pull his face to yours, kissing him deeply.

You feel even more pleased with yourself at your choice to come to him tonight, especially the way you have. He absolutely deserves a reward for his hard work.

His lips begin eagerly kneading against yours, as though a new burst of energy has filled him. You instantly open your mouth, sighing sweetly as his tongue drags around your teeth and across your tongue. You let your arms drop down, quickly undoing your coat and letting it drop around Clavis’ hold on you, startling him as the fabric drapes around his hands.

“Oh my, whatever could this be?” He murmurs against your lips, golden eyes cracked just enough for you to see the mischief glimmering there.

“Well, originally I had intended to come here to help you relieve some stress,” you reply, gently moving his hands away from your waist and allowing the coat to pool around your feet.

“However,” you continue, stepping back, “I feel as though my amazing lover deserves a reward for his hard work and dedication.”

You stand with your arms behind your back as his amber gaze rakes across your body. You’re wearing a pale lavender negligee made of a sheer, gauzy material. Beneath that is your matching lingerie and thigh-high stockings, paired with the silver heels he’d gifted you for your anniversary.

“Oh… I… Oh.”

Your normally eloquent prince is now at a loss for words and you feel a surge of pride at your decision and how clearly enamored he is with your visage.

Taking a step forward, you press your hand on his shoulder, guiding him to kneel before you which he does without resistance. You lift your left leg and drape it over his shoulder, instructing him to place one hand on your left hip and the other on your right thigh.

“You are a sight to behold, my love. You smell like heaven, and your skin is so soft,” He praises, rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh before looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Use your mouth,” you murmur.

Clavis gratefully obliges, drawing his tongue along your inner thigh, leaning his body further inward to reach all the way to the edge of your panties, before latching his lips against the extremely sensitive skin. He moans appreciatively as your fingers card through his hair, guiding his mouth along your thigh and relishing the shivers his attentive tongue sends up your spine.

“Mmm, Clavis, your mouth feels so good,” you sigh, pushing his bangs back from his face before continuing, “but I want to do something new with you.”

His eyes flash with excitement, sucking eagerly at the skin of your thigh and leaving a dark bloom in his wake.

“Lick all over, Clavis, get my thighs nice and wet.”

As if granted freedom, Clavis begins to lick and nip at your legs with abandon. His breathy sighs filling the air and you can feel your panties growing wet with excitement.  Without warning, his teeth catch the fabric and yank them away from your dripping core.

“C-Clavis!” You squeak, taken aback by his sudden aggression.

“Smells so sweet. Surely you mustn’t be intending to keep your delicious nectar to yourself my dear?” He purrs, letting his tongue swipe across your folds briefly.

You feel your knees buckle slightly, and Clavis wastes no time lifting you and laying you back against the couch, stripping your underwear off of you the rest of the way before using his fingers to dive into your heat.

“Oh God, Clavis!” You cry out, arching your back as his fingers draw more and more of your arousal from your cunt, smearing the slickness across your thighs and chuckling mischievously.

“Would this be wet enough for your needs, my dear?”

Clavis draws his fingers gently against the crease of your thigh as his hot breath blows against your folds, and you struggle to remember what your plan had been in the first place.

“I can’t think when you’re doing that…” you complain, pushing his head back to try and regain some sanity.

You sit up, pushing Clavis to stand upright before pulling his pants around his ankles and stroking his stiff cock. “I’m going to turn around and I want you to fuck my thighs.” You instruct.

Clavis’ eyes go wide as you maneuver yourself to kneel on the couch before him on all fours. You feel his warm hands glide over your ass, squeezing and stroking the skin as he leans his body against you. His cock slides smoothly between your legs and both of you moan in unison as his tip brushes against your clit.

Sparks of excitement shoot through you as Clavis rocks against you, dragging his cock back and forth against your body, his voice spilling in sweet moans of pleasure. You let your head hang down and feel your arousal grow even stronger as you watch his tip protrude and disappear with each thrust.

 The brush of his cock against your folds is blissful and your own moans mix with his. His grip on your hips grows stronger and his fingers dig into the plushness of your thighs as his pace begins to grow frantic.

You feel your pussy clench as you anticipate his approaching climax, the erotic sensation and sounds driving you wild and you feel the urge to rock your hips back against him, bouncing your body along his cock until you hear his moans break off into strangled, panting breaths.

Squeezing your thighs together as tightly as you can you move your body faster and in mere moments you watch in eager excitement as thick white ropes of cum spill down your thighs and out onto the couch.

Heaving breaths are all that can be heard now, and you look up over your shoulder at your lover. His wisteria locks plastered to his head with sweat and you feel an intense surge of affection as he smiles at you.

“I think I very much like this reward,” He groans, easing his length out from between your sticky thighs.

You hum happily, pushing yourself up onto your knees and laying back against Clavis’ chest.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m very proud of you Clavis. You truly are amazing.”

Taglist: @aquagirl1978 @queengiuliettafirstlady

[etheries1015]

Dom!Sariel x needy!reader

18+ Minors DNI

for my IRL best friend who is #1 Sariel fan, hope you liked this bestie I love you

General warnings: Fem pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is more forward than MC in-game.

TW: Aphrodisiac, Face fucking, whipping, spanking, Dacryphilia, hair pulling, almost being caught

After not meeting expectations for a recent exam given by the Minister himself and your lover, you were surprised to see instead of his typical chastising, Sariel sits you down with a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, the true punishment lie at the bottom of the teacup... where he snuck a particularly strong aphrodisiac.

"What is the name of the 4th king of Rhodolite, and what is he known for?" A seductive voice inquired, looking down at your naked body stomach down and back arched upon the very desk you had failed your exam on. Your wrists were bound together and your legs spread by the force of Sariels strong arms, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. With your cheeks flushed red and beads of sweat covering your trembling body, it was obvious to any on-looker that you were not focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

"I- urgh-" You whined, "Don't know- fuck..." You let out a high-pitched moan as you tried to move your ass in an attempt to deepen his length inside of you, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that was itching for the comfort of your lover. Sariel 'tsked' and hummed in disappointment, completely removing himself from the warmth between your legs leaving you complaining about his absence. You attempted to move your head to flash him a needy stare, however, he pushed your head back down to the wood with a look of condensation.

"Uh-uh-uh..." Sariel sang, "I did not give you permission to move." You heard the familiar crack of a whip with a stinging left upon your ass that you had become tolerant to. That didn't make it sting any less, though. You yelped in surprise, going to scoot away from the black-haired devil before his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs and roughly pulled you back with his hands. Without saying a word, he whipped you once more with a choked-out sob and moan leaving your body confused between the line of pleasure and pain. He frequented the use of his whip, but with the added sensitivity of the drink he had given you left your body in such a state of desire and sensitivity that it was particularly a strange sensation. The way the stinging left you wetter with every snap of his whip despite the pain it was supposed to bring, the hairs on your body standing on edge with great anticipation of every new mark he left upon your skin.

"This aphrodisiac is far more effective than I gave Prince Keith credit for..." Sariel smiled with satisfaction, using a gloved hand to spread the lips of your entrance and watch as your glistening slick substance dripped from your twitching hole. "If I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken you for a bitch in heat," instead of entering his fingers into you as you had hoped he would, instead you heard footsteps back and you turned your head in an attempt to peek at what he was doing. It was obvious he was teasing you, not giving you the fullness you desired, and completely disregarding your begs and whines. He could tell you were becoming more and more agitated every time he would touch you without gratifying you fully, the annoyance showing in your defiant glare.

Sariel folded his arms and looked down at you with a smirk and eyes of mischief, taking his whip out once more and caressing the handle of it.

"Since that question was so hard, I'll give you another chance. But I caution you to think through it wisely," he hummed, using the popper of the whip to glide gently as a warning against your sore bottom.

"This is- ugh," You huffed, "This is dumb! I'm sorry I got the exam wrong, but this is just cruel," You whined, your arms and knees throbbing from holding your body up, "Please Sariel, please fuck me, It burns, I need something in me..." You whined. Raising an eyebrow, Sariel bit his bottom lip at such a needy and desperate display. It wasn't often you were as vocal with your needs, the filth that was drawing out of your typically collected lips caused him to harden almost in an instant.

"If I simply gave into what you want," He held back his urge to ravish you right then and there, adjusting himself where he stood in front of your face, "Then that would defeat the entire purpose of your punishment. You failed your exam, and now you must pay the price for it...I'm disappointed in you, you know?" He pointed out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head towards his throbbing cock.

"Let us make a compromise, then. If you do well in this task, then I will give you what you want. Does that sound fair?" Without so much as a complaint coming out and only eager to receive what you were craving, you were almost too eager to open your mouth and take in his length. He chuckled at such a pathetically needy display, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him as far as you could go.

"I know you can do better than that," Sariel let out a groan from the back of his throat, gently wiping the tears that pricked the side of your eyes as you attempted to take him further. He used his thumb to rub your cheek with the affection of a man you wouldn't have guessed had tricked you into drinking an aphrodisiac, such small gestures leaving your legs like jelly and your stomach riddled with butterflies.

That kindness was short-lived, and you now realize was sweetness disguised as an early apology for what was yet to come. Pursing his lips and sweat beading his forehead, Sariel seemed to have reached his breaking point as he used both of his hands to grab the back of your head, forcing it down on his cock. He began to fuck your throat with reckless abandon, the sounds of wetness and gagging filling the air and tears streaming down your eyes. Watching you become an entire mess with your makeup smearing and your mixed liquids wetting your lips and cheeks, Sariel came almost embarrassingly fast. He let out a deep and uncharacteristically loud moan as he pulled out of your mouth, releasing himself over your face. You coughed aggressively and didn't have a moment to chastise your lover before he was already pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing your face apologetically.

"You did well," He said with honey coating his voice, "would you like your reward now? Or shall we stop here? I understand I was a bit-"

"Please!" You were quick to answer, "I've been asking you this whole time, please, fill me up! I need you," You whined. Sariel raised an almost surprised eyebrow before chuckling at your neediness and planting a chaste kiss on your lips, throwing the dirtied handkerchief to the side and moving to the other side of the table where your ass remained arched for him, showing off your dripping cunt enticing him to plunge inside. He pulled the top half of your body off of the desk, where your feet were now touching the ground. This made it much easier to have access to you as he pleased, lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance. Rubbing circles around your hole and spreading around your slick, he thrust forward gliding his cock on the outside of your lips to lubricate himself with your sticky substance, another needy complaint coming from you.

"Stop teasing me already and-" Your squabbling was interrupted as fast as it started, Sariel pushing himself all at once deep inside of your drenched pussy. You let out a moan and a shiver of relief, feeling full just as your body had craved. The pleasure was short-lived, for soon after beginning your moans were muffled by a hand shooting over your mouth and his hips stopped his movements against yours. You were about to protest before he whispered in your ear to be silent as footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Nobody was scheduled to be around my office this time...how annoying," Sariel grumbled. You would have put more thought into that statement if you weren't so distracted by his hips slowly and intimately grinding into you, hand still over your mouth.

"I suppose that means you'll just have to be cautious in your volume. If you make a single sound louder than permitted, we will get caught. Do you understand?" Giving him a weak nod simply to appease him, he kissed your head with a "Good girl" prior to his hips picking up in speed. His threats had little meaning as the low voices and tapping feet outside of the room faded down the hallway without even a glance to the door where such sinful acts were taking place, and you were almost certain you were now in the clear. Especially with the way the dark-haired man snapped his hips against yours, it was obvious it was empty words with little regard. He was acting as if he had been the one to drink the aphrodisiac, ironically the man who had done the planning to make you needy was acting as a wild animal drunk on the way your walls clenched down on his cock.

"It seems," He grunted, "perhaps the properties of the aphrodisiac make you much warmer inside...hah..." The slapping of skin filled the room, yet the fear of someone walking in was the least of your worries. He skillfully removed the ties around your wrists before pulling your arms back, lifting the top of your body roughly ravishing you as if he were a man starved of touch for days on end. You were in no better of shape, despite the throbbing of your knees and the film of sweat covering your exhausted body, your mind was blank with nothing but pleasure electrifying from where your lover took his place between your thighs.

tilting his head back and pulling you by your hips against his as he moaned with pursed lips, closing his eyes while his cock twitched inside your walls while your legs trembled with release. High-pitched moans elicited your lips as ropes of cum painted your swollen insides white, Sariel pulling out to watch your body practically collapsed to the ground. He swiftly caught you in his arms, smiling gently and planting a kiss of affection upon your forehead. You panted and looked up at your lover with lidded eyes fluttering shut, Sariel stroking your hair apologetically.

"You did well," He hummed with love honeying his voice, "Shall we clean you up now, my dear? And I believe a true reward is in store for your wonderful performance..."

You really did get the princess treatment afterward. After getting your clothes on he cleans up the mess left behind by your...endeavors, Sariel helped you back to your room where he bathed you and pampered your body with medicine and love. About two hours later with the effects fully worn off, you were lying in bed resting in his arms, talking about the effects of the aphrodisiac and how exactly it made you feel. You complained about the way he teased you when you felt so needy and at the mercy of his touch, the way that your body ached to have him inside of you yet his endless teasing leaving you feeling...well, words that you were not even able to properly convey.

You huffed, noticing the way he seemed to not fully grasp the extreme in which you had just gone through. Frustrated at his lack of understanding, you twisted a proposal to him.

"Next time, You're drinking that fucking potion."

[randonauticrap]

Soaked

Pairing ~ Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Word Count ~ 1k

Warnings ⚠️ ~ Explicit smut: cunnilingus, bondage, mention of orgasm denial, penetration, creampie, dirty talk

Author's Note ~ @rhodolitesroseforclavis Mary Ellen, thank you for this lovely request! It's been 10 months since I last wrote the prince of Obsidian, I hope his return to my blog does him justice. ❤️

Minors DNI 🔞

"Mmm," he hummed into your clit. "You taste good, little rabbit; much better than even I thought you would." He lapped unceremoniously at your swollen, sensitive folds as you writhed above him, your arms pulled taut over your head as one of Gilbert's belts threatened to cut off circulation to your wrists.

"Ah, Gilbert!" You cried, straining against your bonds, desperate to touch him, to pull on his silky black locks until he growled into your cunt and fucked you properly. He teased your entrance with his finger, swirling the pad around the edges as he closed his lips over your clit and sucked, hard. "Unghh!" you moaned, pushing off the mattress as your body curled in response to his ministrations. A cool breeze drifted through the open window, caressing your peaked nipples as your back landed on the sheets once again, the chill against your skin only heightening your sense of arousal. The heat in your belly pooled further and further into your core as Gilbert parted you with his fingers, eager to devour you from a new angle.

"Now now, bunny." He chastised as his nose bumped your folds. "Don't strain too hard. You know what will happen if that belt comes loose."

Your butt burned with a delicious sting at the reminder, and you half wondered if you wanted the punishment. But knowing Gilbert, that would only prompt another hour of denying you the release you so desperately craved, so you relaxed against the plush bed as best you could, giving in to his vicious demands and allowing him to take back the reins. "Good girl," he mumbled into you, his lips soaked with your sweet fluids. You bit down hard on your bottom lip to keep from thrusting your hips up to meet his beautiful mouth, so diligently leaving you breathless, and instead let out a desperate whine from between your clenched teeth. "Heehee, I've kept you waiting a long time, haven't I, darling?" He chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze up at his masterpiece, speckled from head to toe with proof of his desire for you, each beginning to bloom into jewel-toned flowers that would remain on your skin for weeks; a testament to everyone of how you belonged to him, and him alone. You heaved in air, trying to regain some semblance of sanity after the nonstop onslaught, and Gilbert smiled salacious, admiring the way your plush breasts lifted and descended with each breath, and how each curve of your body stretched and lengthened with its newfound freedom.

"Gilbert," you called breathlessly.

"Yes, my love?" Came his teasing reply.

"Please," you mewled, the muscles in your body knotting together again, already missing his touch.

"Please, what, little miss rabbit?" He murmured, his lips dangerously close to your navel, his breath lighting flames against your skin.

"P-please make love to me. L-let me have your seed. Please!" Your voice cracked, and your need once again became evident between your legs.

"You want to have my cum inside you when you greet your maids in the morning?" He crooned against the dip in your skin.

"Mhm," you moaned.

"You want it to drip down your legs when they try to dress you?"

"Unngghh Gilbert..." You groaned, writhing as he pumped his length in front of you.

"You want to feel it in your panties when you come out to watch me train in the afternoon, so you can be ready for me to fill you back up again when I'm finished?"

"Gilbert, fuck!" you cried loudly as he stretched you with his cock, filling you to the brim in a single, breath-stealing stroke.

"Urgh," he grunted as he bottomed out inside of you, his cock throbbing as your leaking cunt adjusted to his size. He leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting on it to keep himself distracted while you took him in. He closed his lips over your areola and hummed, enjoying the flesh on the tip of his tongue before switching to the other breast and lavishing it with the same attention.

"G-Gilbert, please." You muttered, earning his attention. "I'm ready."

At the sound of those words, he released a breath he hadn't realized had been trapped in his chest and began to thrust inside of you, slowly at first, enjoying the way his cock disappeared inside your body as it pulled him in. But before long, he felt his own desperation building and quickened to a merciless rhythm that had the carnal sound of squelching and skin slapping against skin echoing around the small bedroom, with only your moans and his grunts to accompany them. Your back arched up to meet Gilbert's flushed skin as your legs began to quiver under the pressure of the fire in your core. You were close; oh, so close, and Gilbert leaned down to tug on your ear with his teeth before quietly giving you your next command.

"Cum for me, my darling."

At the sound of his coaxing voice, you fell apart in his hold, tugging wildly at the belt around your wrists as you gasped his name, your pussy clenching tight around his twitching member while you lost control. You locked your ankles behind his rear and pulled him close, and mere seconds later, Gilbert stuttered out a strangled cry of your name as he stilled deep inside of you and his seed painted your insides white. His cum filled you to the brim, and you felt your joint juices oozing from your abused hole onto the soft white sheets below.

"Such a-" Gilbert moaned softly between his words. "good girl. Taking all of my cum so well. C'mere." He turned you both over and pulled you to his chest, raking his fingernails gently over your sticky skin.

You held each other close, panting against each other's skin, still joined, savoring the feeling of oneness as your highs subsided. Little by little, air returned to you both in gentler breaths, but neither of you moved, not daring to disrupt the connection your bodies and hearts held within them. As Gilbert's fingers tangled into your damp hair, you nuzzled against his soft skin and closed your eyes. Whatever had been in the past, and whatever came tomorrow, the next day, or the next, you were content; as long as you carried him with you.

~

Tags for the Lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @maries-gallery @rhodolitesrose @rhodolitesroseforclavis @gilbertvonobsidian @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

[scarletlove2]

MDNI!

Warnings: incest, non-con, poorly written smut and poorly written in general, groping in Jin’s part, spanking in Chevs part, blind fold in claivs part, undergarment stealing in Leon’s part, blow Job in yves part, sharing in and fingering in licht and noktos part, oral in Luke’s part,

Made with a fem reader in mind reader is probably around the ages of 20-22

You know damn well if the princes had a baby sister they’re gonna try and keep you as innocent as possible until they corrupt you enough before a prince of another kingdom can do it.

You’re just so sweet and innocent you can’t blame them for wanting to you corrupt I mean they are called beasts after all,

Jin will summon you into his room to discuss something, as a sucker is lodged between his lips. He then guides you to his bed, holding you down and in position, before removing the sucker from his lips. With his thumb, he’ll gently part your lips as the candy meets your tongue. Meanwhile, his hands explore downward, finding your breasts and groping them through the fabric of your dress. He reassures you that it's customary for a big brother to ensure they are perfect for your future husband to cherish and fondle.

As you enter Chevalier's private library and request to borrow some of his books to pass the time, his irritation steadily mounts. By the third time you approach him, he seizes you, swiftly positioning you over his knee and lifting your skirt. Using your back as a makeshift table, he places his book, his gloved hand descending upon your posterior as you release whimpers of pain. Amid your tearful apologies, he reprimands you for your persistent nuisance before dismissing you. Left with sniffles, watery eyes, and a tender bottom, you should know better than to ask him about borrowing his books, but he has to make sure you know asking stupid questions will get you punish by your future husband he just prepare you for it.

Claivs suggests a surprise awaits in the garden, one meant to be unveiled through touch rather than sight. He carefully blindfolds you with one of his ties, ensuring secrecy as he leads you through the garden to the secluded gazebo nestled within the rose gardens. Seating you on a bench, he gently urges you back against it, delicately lifting your skirt and positioning your leg over his shoulder. His touch glides soothingly up and down your legs, gradually venturing further down your thigh. With a hushed gesture, he presses a finger to your lips, reminding you to maintain silence, a skill essential for your future husband's comfort and satisfaction.

Leon, who will have a sleepover with you, will maintain innocence as you fall asleep. However, unbeknownst to you, he will rummage through your drawers, finding your lace bra and panty sets. He'll discreetly pocket a pair or two before leaving your room. The next morning, he'll send Julius to fetch you, claiming it's for an urgent royal matter. Once in the office, he'll insist you lock the door, citing the need for privacy. Shouldn't you trust your big brother? He'll then approach you, cornering you between himself and the door, producing your undergarments. He'll express disappointment and indicate that punishment is in order, deeming it inappropriate for you to possess such items. After all, your husband wouldn't approve. Thus, he takes it upon himself to administer discipline for your possession of these garments.

Yves will offer to assist you with your makeup, ensuring your lipstick and eye makeup are flawless as you both stroll around town. However, you can't help but notice the lingering stares from men, eyeing you like a naive prey they can devour. Yves, too, observes the way they gaze at your lips as you politely wave and smile, oblivious to their predatory intentions. His frustration mounts until you return to the palace, where his anger radiates palpably. He guides you to your knees, gripping your hair as you take his cock in your mouth, all the while venting about the men in town. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks, and your makeup smudges from the intensity, tears threatening to escape your eyes. you, should be grateful it’s him. Knowing if you get those stares while married your future husband might not be as nice as your big brother,

Licht and Nokto will sandwich you between them during the carriage ride home from Jade after attending a meeting. They'll boldly slide their hands up your skirt or pull down your top to fondle your breasts, teasingly nipping at your neck as they exchange remarks. Pushing your panties aside, they'll explore you intimately, their fingers delving into your depths, all the while bantering with each other. Amidst your moans of pleasure, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of carnal delight, surrendering to the sensations and the allure of their touch. They have to make sure you can take the touch of more than one man in case your husband wants to share you around

Luke simply aims to be a supportive baby brother. In the garden, he attentively tends to your desires while the tea and treats remain untouched. With your hands gripping his hair, his chin adorned with your juices, he devours you fervently, akin to a hungry bear awakening mid-hibernation. He fervently swears that you taste superior to any honey he's ever sampled. His only hope is that your husband shares his appreciation for your juices like he does.

This was very much rushed but I swear to god I’ll have nightmares about how badly I wrote this



[bakersgrief]

Sappy reunion sex with Silvio...

Save me sappy reunion sex with Silvio...

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[omkookie]

• ⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ • smut, catboy stuff

Catboy!Silvio who finds others’ scent on you very unpleasant, so he rubs himself against you all day long to mask it with his own. He rubs his cheek against yours, snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, and wraps his arms around you to cling to your body for hours.  His soft tail swooshes behind him as you hug him. He allows you to pet him, letting your hand reach up to scratch his ears softly. 

“stop treating me like a pet” he'll hiss with a pout before he snuggles against you, the gems on his fancy collar dangling.

your fingers continue to scratch behind his sensitive ears.

He's almost purring as he melts underneath your touch. His hips rut against yours while he's practically draped over your body, His bigger frame towering over yours.

“I want you” He whines, clinging to you desperately before he licks your neck, leaving a possessive little bite on it. he pounces on you impatiently, hissing and biting your neck as he pins you down and holds your hips.

He'll rub his head against yours as his soft ears flicker. His fingers trying to undo the zipper of your pants before he's shoving himself into your ready cunt, The spines on his dick making you feel the whole experience more intensely. 

He claws your clothes, feeling annoyed by all of the fabric that's getting in his way of mating you. His cat ears flick in impatience as he tears your clothes off.

His eyelids droop when he flips you onto your back and kisses you. His lips immediately latching onto yours as his hands knead your soft skin. 

“Silvio..-” you moan his name, making his ears flatten against his head as he looks at you needily. He's very much purring as his mouth latches onto your nipple, suckling on it like a little kitten would while his cock pumps his hot cum into you, The little ridges and bumps on his dick making you feel ecstatic every time he thrust it in.

@xbalayage come get this kitty 😌

[xxsycamore]

A Night Too Hot for Sleeping

↬  🧊 ❝ It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work.❞ On a night too hot for sleeping, Chevalier leaves the bed to prepare his plan for cooling off the two of you. And he tells you to wait for him naked.

Chevalier Michel x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Ice Play; Temperature Play; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Neck Kissing; Creampie; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,060 • masterlist

a/n: for darling @aquagirl1978 <3 Hope you enjoy ~ Part of Late Summer Rendezvous, prompt 11: A night too hot for sleeping & prompt 10: Hot skin + Cold sensations

It's too hot to sleep tonight.

In the act of throwing the covers off your body, your hand accidentally bumps into Chevalier's on the other side of the bed.

Oh no. Worried that you startled him in his sleep, you freeze for a second, listening to his breathing - but he surprises you in turn, breaking the dead silence of the hot summer night.

"So you too can't sleep."

Seeing right through you is perhaps not such a difficult task for Chevalier when you've shown one too many signs. But while you were tossing around, turning in various positions to seek after the imaginary coldness on the bedsheets where the heat of your body hasn't touched, you thought Chevalier was sleeping. Turns out, he's once again the wiser one, remaining completely still even in his troubled awakeness so as to not produce more body heat in useless movement.

You mutter a hum of assent. "It's awfully hot these days. Might as well give up on sleeping and do something productive instead..."

Chevalier produces a breathy noise that can be both interpreted as a rare show of annoyance towards the smoldering temperatures, and... a tiny sneer.

"You're starting to sound like me, simpleton. But it's futile. The heat would get in the way of your concentration."

Staring at the barely visible contours of the intricate design of the ceiling above, you frown a little at the accent he put on the word you. Right, of course, this won't be a problem for him. But the facts are that he's right here in bed with you, not seated at his desk busying himself with things more productive.

"Instead we can do something to cool ourselves off and attempt to get rest tonight."

You blink at the implication, hazy mind beginning to go through the options once again. Before your mouth can open for a suggestion, the king-size bed whispers a soft creak as Chevalier lifts his weight off the mattress, telling you he'll be returning in a bit.

And to wait for him naked.

You understimulated the difficulty of the task Chevalier left you with. Granted, he's seen every millimeter of your naked flesh, has studied it like a battle map and has familiarized himself with every curve and edge. You're aware of that, and the hint of embarrassment serves only to annoy, in the form of an additional layer of heat on your cheeks. Illogical but sure to gradually fade the less you think about it.

You have a bigger problem. A big, wet problem between your legs.

Chevalier had taught your body to get wet for him upon asking you to strip. Now completely nude, you remove your shaky fingers from between your legs with the liquid proof of that shocking realization. There wasn't as much as a hint of anything suggestive about to take place in this bed upon his arrival, yet here you are, waiting for him ready for something that's not gonna happen.

Your embarrassment suddenly makes more sense, and now you have to deal with two pestering, irritating sensations ruling over your body at once.

The bedroom doors are pushed open and the noise startles you, even if you've been expecting to hear it any second now. Chevalier doesn't bother casting any light upon the bed as he makes his way to it.

"It would be best if you lie on your stomach for this."

Another wave of arousal coils in the pit of your belly as you comply.

The darkness is not on your side as it allows you to make out Chevalier's gaze but not the contents of the tray in his hands. He sets it aside as he begins to take off his own sleepwear behind you where you can't see. He could be down to full nakedness just like you, your mind already vividly painting the picture.

"Brace yourself, this might surprise you."

What will? Hands grasping the sheets, you gulp as your throat dries and your senses sharpen up with anticipation.

Chevalier's warm hand takes hold of the sole of your left foot, as if to keep it in place and prevent sudden movements. Your curiosity is eating you up inside.

Then you feel it. Shocking stimuli of freezing coldness on your ankle, making your whole body shiver.

"Ice..." You gasp out, finally unveiling the mysterious sensation Chevalier inflicted on your body.

You can hear the smirk in his voice as he replies with a single word.

"Correct."

Just as you get used to the welcomed coldness, Chevalier moves to your other ankle, rubbing the ice cube there too.

Barely touching the skin, he traces along the length of your leg and he arrives at the back of your knee and presses it there.

You gasp out your surprise, shoving your head in the pillow to prevent any other such noises from escaping because of how embarrassing it would seem to fall for the same trick thrice, and you can't help it. The fold of your knee is so, so sensitive, and the strong sensation makes good use of it. Chevalier explains, as if reading your thoughts.

"It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work."

You had no intentions of doing anything but. You feel the melted ice stream down your skin to soak into the bedsheet and Chevalier replaces it with a new one when he moves to your other knee.

His fingertips are icy as he holds your wrist flush to the bed, even if you've gotten used to the startling sensation and are doing your best at remaining still. You love that he insists on holding you.

The crooks of your elbows receive the same chilling treatment. His next command is for you to prop up on your elbows, so that he can have a better reach of your neck. It's a spot you anticipated, pulsing with heat, and thankfully he doesn't neglect it.

The rivulets of cold water make their way down the valley of your breasts, and for a second you think the position doesn't allow for Chevalier to see them. You're surprised when he traces them with a finger.

"Are you feeling colder now?"

Holding your position with only your lower body rested flush against the bed, you suck on your lip. In order to reach all your spots, Chevalier had moved on top of you, his muscular bare thighs straddling your own legs.

"I... Yes. Thank you."

"Liar."

Ice-cold fingertips trace along your spine, sending a strong shiver. They arrive at your backside, downwards, and then directly at the crux of your nethers.

"This place is burning hot. Why is that?"

Chevalier collects your slick, and you can't see him but you can visualize him stretching it between his fingers for a better look. You have no answer, the only thing escaping past your lips an embarrassing whine.

"Looks like the heat has gotten to your head. No need to answer me."

Chevalier's fingers ghost past your center, and you moan as they make contact with your burning folds. The temperature difference is stimulating you more than you want to admit, and you lower yourself down so you can arch your hips instead. You can't help it, you want more.

Chevalier enters you with two fingers in a familiar gesture of making sure you're stretched out and ready, his ministrations devoid of any means to bring pleasure in the current moment and instead loaded with promise of drowning you in it later. You hear the faint noise of his fingernails scraping against the food tray and water drops hitting the surface. Your eyes open wide.

A low, guttural grunt comes from behind you as you're left with the pulse drumming in your ears, insides clenching as you lay open and ready. Soon you understand what made Chevalier produce that sound.

As he pushes in, your body is sent in shocking yet pleasurable tremors - the man above you is quick to capture your wrists and hold you in place as he slowly slides home. He'd used the ice on his raging arousal in order to make that first thrust euphoric for you. And it's exactly that. He makes sure to go in deeper at a slow pace, gradually stretching you out so you can feel everything, one millimeter at a time - until he bottoms out and lets the sensation be enjoyed to its very end, by both of you.

The smoldering temperature of your core quickly consumes the coldness, but the pleasure only builds up. Chevalier envelopes your body from behind completely, keeping you prone underneath him as he seeks your neck. His lips find your pulse point, where the ice kissed your skin previously, and hastily overwrites it with kisses of his own. Sensation in reverse, Chevalier's mouth is hot on your freshly chilled neck, and you find that just as stimulating. He's been inside you for only a couple of thrusts yet your body already sings with approaching climax.

"Let me hear you."

You grasp the sheets harder, knuckles turning white, and abandon your last remains of decency as you let Chevalier hear what he's doing to you. His content grunt is barely audible under your own sounds yet unmistakable as it makes your insides convulse around his thick length.

Chevalier plows into you at a fast, rewarding pace, fucking you into the mattress until you're a puddle of pleasure, the only thing preventing your body from being completely limp and pliant being the growing need for release that makes you all spasms and tightening muscles and desperate sounds. Chevalier doesn't tease; at this point you'll get what you want, and perhaps that's exactly what he wants, as well. Still, with your position preventing you from clinging onto him, you're completely at his mercy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the hot night, and Chevalier's thrusts grow frantic, making you lose control. You scream his name out loud and throw yourself at the consuming fire, climaxing hard around Chevalier, sucking him deeper in as each wave of pleasure rocks through your body.

Chevalier holds you down through it all, fucking into you to hear another scream, and another, letting all that he hears, and sees, and feels, inevitably bring him to the edge of his own climax. Until he tips over.

Holding you by the shoulders, he bottoms out in you harshly, hitting your deepest parts and spilling his semen there. Making you feel it paint your insides white; seconds becoming eternity until he thrusts again, just as deeply, and again and again, until your walls milk every last drop of him.

You can only compare it to the rumbling purr of a large tiger when he contently pulls his length out of you to watch his cum leak out of your hole, aftershocks of pleasure sending shivers down your body and likely he feels it too.

You don't know how Chevalier resists the urge to plop down on the bed all spent and glowing with satisfaction, but there he is, tending to your body instead. He cleans you with a wet cloth that interestingly was on the same tray he brought into the room. Which makes you remember...

"The ice must have melted already... You couldn't use it on yourself... I'm sorry."

Without missing a beat, Chevalier carefully finishes up cleaning you, letting out a small huff.

"You needn't worry about that. A small exercise like that naturally helps with both regulating body heat and bettering the quality of sleep."

Finally feeling the mattress dip again with Chevalier's weight, you relax and observe how right he is about it all. Even after what you just did, you don't feel all that hot. It's mostly dark, but you can still see the contours of his chiseled face as he lays his head on the pillow.

You suck on your bottom lip in thought.

"So we could just do that since the beginning?"

Realizing what you just said, you feel the embarrassment creep on your cheeks once again, and even though it's hot, you still feel like hiding your face under the covers. Chevalier holds your gaze with an unmistakable little smirk that tells you volumes about exactly why he chose not to just do that since the beginning.

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[missaengg]

Biting the Little Rabbit

Day 21 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Prince | Gilbert von Obsidian x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, biting/marking, clit play, orgasm denial, Gilbert being a little shit Prompts: “Poor thing, you’re barely standing on your legs.” ao3 link here.

The first bite hurt when his teeth tore through your flesh, the pain ripping through you, bringing tears to your eyes. But by the tenth – or was it the fifteenth – you lost count, your legs barely supporting you, weakened from both the pain and pleasure of Gilbert’s teeth breaking skin and his warm tongue lapping up the ensuing blood trickling from the wound. You sagged against Gilbert’s chest, unable to support yourself, remaining upright only through Gilbert’s strong arms holding you in place.

”Gilbert…” you whimpered, overwhelmed from the continuous cycle of pain and pleasure. 

Gilbert pulled away from the newest mark he left above your left breast only to coo at you. “Poor thing, you’re barely standing on your legs.”

”Gilbert… I can’t take… can’t take anymore.” You pleaded with him. Other than marking you, he had barely touched you, but you were already exhausted.

”Oh?” Gilbert’s crimson eye gleamed with a wickedness that you knew would not lead to him stopping his assault on your trembling body. He scooped you into his arms with surprising ease considering his health and laid you onto the black, silk sheets of his bed. The cool silk soothed the bites Gilbert left on your back, which still stung although the blood flow had stopped several bites ago. “Who said I was done with you?”

Tears slid down your cheeks to the sheets below. “Gilbert, please,” you whispered.

”But I was just getting started with you, little rabbit.” Gilbert traced his finger along your tears. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

You trembled, desperately seeking the comfort of his touch when he wasn’t bringing you pain. “Yes.” 

“What was that, little rabbit? I couldn’t hear you.”

”Yes, I want you to make me feel good.”

“Is that so?” Gilbert smirked. “All you had to do was ask.”

Both you and Gilbert knew that wasn’t true. Gilbert was a selfish lover, only pleasuring you when he was satisfied thoroughly marking you as his.

“Please, Gilbert–” 

“Ah ah, that’s not what I told you to call me, little rabbit.”

“Gil… please.” Your voice cracked, signaling you were at your limit, signaling how much you craved the sweet tenderness that followed his mouth’s assault on your bruised, inflamed skin.

A sadistic grin gleamed in Gilbert’s dangerous crimson eye. He lowered his mouth to the first bite he placed on your neck, his hot tongue dragging across the teeth-shaped wound. It stung, throbbing from the pressure.

“What shall I do with you?” 

Gilbert was teasing you. He knew what you wanted, what you needed. He knew how tight you were after all the pain. He knew the type of release you desired once he was done showing just how much he loved you with his teeth.

Gilbert von Obsidian absolutely knew what he was doing to you.

“Does my darling rabbit want me to touch her…” he brushed his fingers up the inside of your thigh slowly, a trail of buzzing tickles humming to the growing ache between your legs, only coming to a stop just before they reached your begging folds, “... here?”

He stroked you where your leg met your pelvis, close enough to feel the cold of his hand on your cunt, but far enough away you squirmed for more.

You let out a low, hollow moan. He was being cruel, and he knew it.

“Or… Does the little rabbit want me to touch her…” his fingers slid through your weeping folds, finally coming to a rest on your clit, “...here?”

Gilbert rubbed a lazy circle along the swollen organ, delighting wickedly in the way your hips spasmed at his touch. It was such a simple touch, but you relished the electric jolt careening through your abdomen.

“Poor, poor thing,” he cooed. “So wet for me, I don’t know how you could stand it.”

His finger kneaded your clit, spelling the letters of his name, G – I – L – B – E – R – T…

White hot flashes roiled throughout your body, each letter tightening the coil in your core tighter and tighter until all that remained was for it to spring free. 

“Gil–” you gasped, the pressure building into a heady explosion.

But the explosion never came.

Just as you were about to unravel, Gilbert removed his hand from your sex, clicking his tongue in annoyance. You stared at him, confusion threading through your brows, a wild, feral need blazing in your eyes.

“Tsk… naughty little rabbit.” Gilbert removed his thick, heavy black coat. “Impatient little rabbit.” He unbuttoned his black shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and tossing it aside. “Greedy little rabbit.” He pulled down his pants revealing the full extent of his erection. “Who said I was done with you?” You trembled. You trembled in anger at having your sweet climax ripped away. You trembled in fear of what Gilbert von Obsidian had planned for you next. You trembled in anticipation of what he would do with his dripping, erect cock.

Gilbert climbed on top of you, pressing his cold lips to your forehead.

“I don’t plan on being done with you until morning.”

[janumun]

Master List (Second Edition)

Since my first master-list has grown long and crowded, I will be posting the more recent of my works to this one, for ease of exploring.

(All titles mentioned below are NSFW/18+ works unless mentioned otherwise)

One-shots

Love and Deepspace

Rafayel

A Bond Everlasting

Pruskuneo

Sylus

A Practical Demonstration

A Relentless Conquest

Xavier

Nomos

ALL/Poly

Misty Affections (All boys/Reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna Ryomen

Indelible Coming Soon

Genshin Impact

Childe/Tartaglia

Of Perilous Gambles

Firelight Within a Jar

Ikemen Prince

Gilbert von Obsidian

Obsidian Retribution

Headcanons

Love and Deepspace

Rafayel (General NSFW Headcanons)

Sylus (NSFW Alphabet Headcanons)

Sylus with a Virgin Reader

All LaDS men dealing poorly with the aftermath of your death (SFW/Angst)

Genshin Impact

The Genshin men and their favorite body parts of yours

The Fatui Harbingers and how they care for their most precious (SFW)

Dark Abyss Prince Aether and how he breaks you for himself

[dododrawsstuff]

Pairing: Chevalier/ Melinda (OC)

Word count: 1800 ish, idk remember the exact number

CW: it's pegging, basically PWP (with feelings)

The writing is bad, I'm not a writer, you have been warned 🫵 and I did not revise it, bc I can't read what I write without cringing

MDNI

The day couldn't pass any slower, Melinda thinks to herself. She feels almost impatient after exiting the foreign affairs room, where Chevalier must still be busy writing on documents. She wanted to give him some of the sweets she had baked earlier (with the guidance of Yves, they turned way better than her previous attempts) “I hope they are to your liking” she finally speaks after he kept looking at her without touching any of the sweets placed in front of him, she almost felt her heart drop at the thought he hated them so much he wouldn't even taste one, but as she observed him, she understood the meaning behind his gaze, he wanted her to feed him the sweets.

“You could've asked” she mumbled as she picked one from the pile and brought it to his lips. She watched as he finished the entire thing and her chest flooded with a warm feeling, gosh, he looked so cute, and it was praise enough to her baking skills that he finished the entire sweet.

Their tender moment was interrupted as a soldier entered the room to report something Melinda didn't really paid attention. But just as she was turning to leave and let him work, her eyes widened when they caught a glimpse of his neck that he exposed to her by pulling the high collar of his shirt slightly down, exposing the gold choker he was wearing. She covered her cheeks with her hands to hide blush and bolted out of the office.

Just remembering that scene that happened earlier make her heart almost jump out of her chest. Melinda knows what it means, of course she knows, they agreed on that code after the first time she pegged him. If Chevalier was in the mood to be topped by her, he would wear the gold choker she picked for him. Of course she could refuse when she wasn't in the mood, but how could she refuse him in any way? Especially when it was a rare chance of seeing him expose a more vulnerable side to her, the expressions he made, reserved for that moment, only for her eyes to see, the way he hugged her as if he never wanted to let her go, the way his cock twitched slightly when- Melinda cuts herself off before she becomes overwhelmed, she can already feel the hotness on her cheeks.

The rest of the day passed both in a blur and in slow motion, and finally, the evening came and she knocks on the door to his room. She enters after hearing hearing an affirmative and feels the gush of hot air on her face as it tries to leave the room, the scent of roses so characteristic of him fills her nostrils, a scent that she has come to love and represent security to her. Now it also filled her with desire, desire for him, his warmth, his firm embrace, the lovely expressions meant only for her.

Chevalier appears out of the bathroom door with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin glistening with some water droplets he didn't bother to dry in his rush to be done, so uncharacteristic of him. “He looks beautiful, but again, when does Chevalier doesn't look beautiful?” Mel thinks to herself.

Only then Melinda notices the golden accessory on his neck, how she didn't see it before baffles her, but she doesn't pay much mind to it. Without thinking, her body takes her closer to Chevalier, until they're so close she can feel the heat radiating from his body and his scent is the only thing she can smell.

“Did you have a tough day?” As she makes the question, her hand cup his cheek, which he promptly nuzzles slightly, her eyes soften and she feels butterflies in her stomach. “Do I have to have a reason to desire my beautiful partner?” He teases her, making her blush.

“N-no no, not really… it's just…” she stumbles over her words, unable to properly convey what she means, but he knows, Chevalier always knows, so he only chuckles and kisses her lips gently as if telling Melinda he understands what she wanted to say.

Mel promptly responds to the kiss and deepens it, invading Chevalier’s mouth with her tongue. She feels slightly proud when he groans in a low voice. She can already feel his hard on pressed on her lower belly through her dress and his towel, feeling a little brave, Melinda grabs his ass and is rewarded with another groan. They stumble to the bed in the middle of the room, still kissing, and Chevalier lays down with his legs parted so he could accommodate Mel between them, the knot of the towel that was hugging his waist undone by their movements, exposing his erection to the cold air of the night. Beautiful, with a bit of pre cum leaking from the pink tip, she almost wants to change plans just so she could feel his length fill her up.

“We can do that if you want” He brings her back from her thoughts, seemingly reading her mind, as he always did. “No, today is all about you” she smiles at him and pecks his lips “I won't let you lift a single finger” she whispers in his ear and makes a trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbone. He only huffs in response, a smirk present in his face. She knows Chev’s enjoying it by the way his breathing is just a tiny bit more irregular than normal, the way his cock twitches when she suck a little harder on his neck and most of all, the heat in his eyes as he looks at her.

“You can mark me all you want” even when he’s the bottom he still manages to tease her relentlessly, this time by tilting his head to give Melinda more access to his neck while smirking at her, almost as a challenge that she responded by intensifying her attention to that area. Gosh, Chevalier would never say it out loud, but he loved when Melinda felt confident enough to act like this.

After a while of marking his neck with kisses and even some bites, she grabs a little vial, on the drawer of the nightstand, with a viscous substance that resembles modern lube and pours a generous amount on her fingers, the substance felt cool in contrast to her feverish body. When she brings her index finger to Chevalier's entrance, it twitches slightly due to the coldness of the lube, she circles her fingers around the ring of muscles, almost massaging it. She can see the way his cock leaks, a small puddle of pre cum forming on his belly, and Melinda stares at him, face slightly flushed, hair disheveled, his eyes burning with heat, she can tell he wants her to enter him already, but she’s too busy trying to burn that image into her memory.

After what feels an eternity to Chevalier, she finally inserts a finger in his hole, his eyes close and a satisfied sigh escape his lips. Once Melinda makes sure he is comfortable she starts to move her fingers, searching for a specific spot. She knows she have found it when Chevalier's face contorts into a frown, his hands gripping the sheets and his legs parting a bit more. Then she keeps focused in trying to find that place with as much precision as she can manage.

She inserts another finger and then another, still focused in pleasuring him as much as possible, his reactions -subtle if it was someone else there observing them, but major for her, after spending so much time together with him, trying to absorb as much information about him as possible- that she almost misses when he says “it's enough”

“What?” She replies, after realizing he told her something “It’s enough” he repeats “fuck me already” her cheeks feel hot after the direct and shameless word he said, but she moves to grant his wish, she could tease him, she ponders, but not today. He groans when her fingers are removed from him, his hole clenching around nothing as she reaches for the same drawer the vial was stored in to take out a strap on - the dildo significantly smaller than his cock, small enough not to hurt him when they first started but enough to reach all of his good points to the point of his curling his toes and arching his back.

After fumbling in her haste to put on the strap, she pours a generous amount of lube on the dildo and lines it with his entrance, then she enters him slowly, agonizingly slow in Chevalier’s opinion, which makes him hug her waist with his legs and forces her to be completely inside him in one thrust. A throaty moan leaves him as his back arches.

“Chev! Why did you do that!?? What if I hurt you?” She tries to move to get the strap out of him, but his legs keep her in place “Do you seriously think this would hurt me? I’ve dealt with worse pain” he says nonchalant

“Doesn't mean you're not feeling pain, I- I don't want to hurt you!” She replies frantic, but his chuckle makes her stare at Chevalier dumbfounded “Are you still afraid of that? I told you, you’ll never hurt me” he cups her cheek and kisses her lips, her expression and contracted shoulders relaxing. “Thank you” her voice soft, almost a whisper. After recomposing herself she begins to move, trying to hit his sweet spot in every change she has and succeeding most of the time, judging by the way he’s grabbing the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white and by the low moans escaping him whenever she hits his prostate in a particular way.

Melinda uses her hand to masturbate Chevalier and after that it’s not long until he comes undone, him cum reaching his belly and chest, she continues thrusting into him as he’s climaxing, finally pulling out of him with a wet sound. Then she takes the strap out and leaves it on the floor besides the bed -she could clean it up in the morning- and using the towel on the bed to clean Chev up before climbing in the bed again and laying with her head on his chest, his scent calming to her.

It happens so fast that Melinda doesn't even have the time to process it, but when she notices, her back is pressed on the bed and Chevalier is between her legs, a smirk on his face “Now, I think it's my turn, Meli”

It would still be a long night for them, Melinda though.

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Simmer

Story Preview: “You keep saying my name like you can’t remember it,” Carla jokes, her breath hitching at his movements. “I promise I know what my name is.”

“Oh, I know.” Leon’s eyes darken. “But I’m aiming to make you scream mine.”

For @xxsycamore Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge! • Challenge Prompts: Blowing air on neck; not wearing underwear • Rating: Mature 18+ (MDNI) • Fandom: Ikemen Prince • Pairing: Leon Dompteur X OC (OC named Carla, f!character) • Word Count: ~2400 • Tags: Teasing; Vaginal Fingering/Sex; Pet Names; Kissing

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Music from a summer festival floats in the breeze, lively and vibrant. Street lanterns give way to bright lights within a boisterous tavern. Festivalgoers line every available table and bar stool, enjoying rowdy jokes, copious mugs of ale, and simmering plates of food.

The day had been spent in a blur of dancing and celebration. However, the only thing occupying Leon’s mind now is the pair of playful, simmering blue eyes following him. Leon takes Carla’s hand, fingers twining together, leading her away from the crowd.

There’s an energetic warmth the fourth prince emanates, framing a wide smile and sparkling eyes holding more love than words could ever express. The tavern lights catch in Carla’s hair, reflecting a kaleidoscope of rich copper and golden tones. Her hair cascades past her shoulders, strands flying with abandon except for a single wisp tucked behind her ear, held in place by a yellow flower. The flower recalls warm memories from earlier in the day.

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“A pretty necklace for a pretty lady!” An eager shopkeeper had made a pitch to Leon at the festival, showing off a series of glittering jewels at a table from an outside market stall. “Make her day more splendid by buying one of these.”

Carla laughed joyously, shaking her head. “The day is already splendid with him here.” Carla did not care how saccharine her words sounded—they were the truth, and that showed in the vividness of her smile. Her arm curled around Leon’s waist as she leaned against him.  “Besides, I’d rather wear flowers in my hair than diamonds around my neck.” 

“That can be arranged.” Leon grinned, bending down to pluck a yellow buttercup growing in the cracks of the cobblestone road. His fingers gently wove the flower in her hair, just behind her ear. The shopkeeper left to talk to another customer. Leon bent his face and whispered so only Carla could discern his words.

“Wear this for me tonight. And nothing else.” 

Carla’s cheeks turned bright pink. She murmured back teasingly. “If you’re THAT impatient, we can get things started—once the flower drops from my hair.”

The air simmered with adoration, laced with anticipation. Leon’s breath caressed her ear. “Until it drops. Not a moment longer.”   

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The buttercup clings tenaciously to Carla, as if it wants to prolong the wait. The tavern Carla and Leon are in doubles as an inn, with several bedrooms and a spacious suite for the more well-heeled clients. Leon leads her upstairs, winking at the barkeep. Carla has her suspicions of what’s to come as a trail of red rose petals lines the stairs towards the double doors of the suite. Those suspicions are confirmed when Leon picks her up bridal style and carries her over the threshold.

“A year since we met.” A soft grin tugs at Carla’s lips at Leon’s words. From the moment they met, Carla had been drawn him, and he to her. Carla was delicate in form, yet strong in will; her compassion and fearlessness enveloped his senses. Leon exuded a natural magnetism that shone brightly even in the darkest corners. Carla looked forward to the next year with Leon and the next. But now, she looks forward to tonight and what it will bring.

“I love you so much, it’s absurd. So, I thought we should celebrate. Proper like.” A loving purr rings in Carla’s ear.

“Proper,” Carla snickers, wiggling out of Leon’s arms. “Your tongue is many things…proper is not the first that comes to mind.” Carla’s hands lift Leon’s black shirt, her fingers tracing his lower stomach.

“Eager already?” Leon teases, his fingers grazing the petals of the nearby buttercup. At that precise moment, Carla’s stomach rumbles. Leon laughs. “Let’s eat. We’ll have our little fun soon enough.”   

“Little fun? You’ll pay for that!” Carla huffs at the short joke, sauntering her hips as she walks towards the kitchen in the suite. An appreciative chuckle and subtle tweak to her backside her tells Carla that Leon riled her up intentionally…and she fell for it. Two muscular arms encircle her waist from behind. 

“Well worth the price.” Leon’s chin rests on top of her head. Carla leans back against his chest reveling in his presence. He marvels in how effortlessly they fit. Fun-sized Leon often called her. But a presence larger than life. She turns in his arms, smirking. “It’s not like we lack for choices. So, which is it—hot and hearty, or quick and efficient to satisfy?” The tone in her voice implies other meanings.

“Ha, either as long as it involves you.” Calloused hands trace the small of her back.

Carla’s eyes dart towards Leon’s waist and back at him. Her hands resume exploring the threads of his shirt, raw desire radiating from her. From their beginning, there was no hesitancy. His warmth drew her in, making her want to bask in all that was her Leon. Hers. Carla nips affectionately at the triangle of exposed skin just below his throat. “And something of substance, I hope.”

Leon’s amber eyes flash with heat. “Hmmm, I do have something pressing for you.”

“Oh?”

“Come closer and find out.” His eyes dilate as Carla leans further in, their bodies just pressing together. Leon’s smile grows as he tries to keep a cool demeanor. “Put your arms around me,” he intones huskily.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.” Carla wraps her arms around his upper back as she stands on tip toes.

“Hold yourself just like that...if you can.” The playful challenge is impossible to ignore. Her lips ghost his neck, her breath caressing Leon’s skin.  “No mischief little lion.” Carla chuckles as she twirls fingers in his dark hair.

“Good girl,” he praises.

“For now, love.” The more Carla tries to focus, the more Leon distracts her. His lips graze her forehead and down her cheek. He blows a gust of air onto the buttercup, shaking it mostly but not completely away from her hair. “You can say you want me you know Carla. I won’t bite…hard.” Goosebumps prickle her skin at the thought of Leon loving her without abandon. “You’re practically begging for it.”

“Says the man who uttered the word beg first.” Her lips are tantalizingly close to his.

A wave of lust and affection overtakes him. “I could kiss you now.”

“And just like that you admit defeat.”

An amused snort escapes Leon. A part of Leon wants to continue their banter, but he wants to immerse himself far more in everything Carla brings. He leans in to kiss her, pressing Carla against the kitchen counter. The flower is freed from its confines, falling to the floor. 

“Hmmm…” A rush of fiery warmth envelop the pair. Leon’s mouth pours everything into these kisses, licking into her mouth, open and eager. Carla mewls against Leon’s lips, eliciting a low guttural moan of his own, telling her she was not the only one swept away. Carla hooks his hip with one of her legs to pull him even closer. Her skirt floats up her legs, exposing more of Carla’s glorious skin. Leon’s hand slides up her thighs under her skirt and travels further upward, grasping her ass, pressing heavily against her skin. His eyes widen at the lack of fabric underneath his fingertips.

Baritone laughter reverberates in the air. “Forget what I said about you being a good girl!” Leon teeth graze the shell of Carla’s ear.

“You aren’t the only one who can surprise their lover,” murmurs Carla. “Took you long enough to find out.”  

“Let me show you my appreciation then.” His tongue teases, slowly sweeping across her lower lip, mirroring his fingers as they circle intently around her wet, unclothed entrance. 

“Leon…please…”

Carla’s soft voice, muffled against his lips, briefly stops his movements. Her head nestles against the crook of Leon’s shoulder, her breath shaky. Is this too much? His fingers trace backwards along her inner thighs, away from her core. His kisses become lighter, scattered across her hair, still carrying the same warmth Carla craves. “Carla,” he murmurs.

“Sweetheart…” She laughs breathlessly against his skin, feeling cherished yet bursting with need. “That was a plea to continue. Just in a way I can return your affections better.” Her eyes move to the bunched-up position against the counter.

How is she so cute and sexy at once? A mini battle of Leon the gentleman versus Leon the lover plays out before Carla’s eyes. Spying a plush beige couch in the suite, Leon half runs, half drags Carla there. Intuitively sensing her lover’s thoughts, Carla pushes him in a seated position on the couch. He reaches out and pulls her in his arms and onto his lap, kissing her hungrily, hands roaming her curves.

Carla’s hands travel greedily down his shirt, quickly undoing his buttons. “Hmmm…” Her fingers skim Leon’s exposed muscles. “I do appreciate a man of substance.” Carla flashes Leon a naughty smile as lips join fingers, skating across his pecs with sweet, ravenous intent. Leon’s black shirt slides off his arms and is quickly discarded.

A gasp of surprise is heard as Carla’s blouse and bra fly off with Leon’s skilled hands. “Impatient man!” Carla lets out a delicious giggle, her hands looping around his neck. Her body begins rolling against him.

“You’re one to talk lioness.” Leon’s predatory smile belies his chiding words. His hips thrust upward towards her heat, his taut pants providing some but not nearly enough friction. “Carrrrrrrrrla,” he pants.

“You keep saying my name like you can’t remember it,” Carla jokes, her breath hitching at his movements. “I promise I know what my name is.”

“Oh, I know.” Leon’s eyes darken. “But I’m aiming to make you scream mine.”

Carla stills at that proclamation, her teasing bravado vanishing under the intensity of his gaze. Leon pulls Carla’s body so that his face presses against her chest, hands traversing under her billowing skirt to grip her hips and butt.

“Eyes on me love.” He looks up at her, his eyes the color of liquid amber, reflecting the lust boiling through him. His lips press invitingly on her soft mounds, licking stiffening peaks with hunger and precision.

Carla throws her head back and closes her eyes. “Oh GOD,” she cries, not bothering to lower her voice.

“Leon.” The mischief in Leon’s voice, though muffled underneath bouncing flesh, is readily apparent. “That’s my name. Say MY name when I give you pleasure like this.” His lips wrap around a pert nipple.

“What,” Carla mumbles, her thoughts scattering at his flickering tongue. Those thoughts reassemble at the cocky smirk she feels rising on Leon’s lips against her chest. Carla’s mouth opens and shuts without a sound before she laughs loudly. “You REALLY need a modesty lesson!”

“Just telling you what I’m going for, that’s all.” Leon shrugs his shoulders lazily. “I’ll wait. Show you what patience looks like.” Leon grins, leaning slightly back against the couch, a wet nipple popping out of his mouth.

Her half-lidded eyes widen at the threat. “Don’t. You. DARE.” Carla gasps, her breasts rubbing against Leon’s face. Her fingers grasp the back of his head, threading through his hair. “Don’t stop…please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…Leon…”

Carla’s voice, soft and pleading, leaves Leon beyond pleased. His grin widens against her chest, his fingers caressing the back of her thighs.

“Well, since you asked so nicely lioness.” I NEED you. Need you to be as crazy for me as I am for you. His grip becomes lighter, palms traversing up and down the back of her upper thighs and rear, wet kisses raining down her chest. Carla sinks into his touch, melting like molten golden onto him, crowning their love. She shakes with anticipation and then pleasure as two fingers swirl within her. For several minutes, her body rocks against his fingers until it becomes too much. Her hands quiver as she unbuckles Leon pants.   

Leon knows he’ll be quicker at this activity than her. He plucks Carla off his lap, setting her on the side of the couch. Shoes are hastily removed and his remaining clothes shucked off in one quick, effortless movement. As he picks Carla up and puts her back in his lap, he notices she’s taken her skirt off, rendering her fully bare before him.  

“Yes,” Leon growls.  

They crave. They want. They come together, their shared body heat comforting yet electrifying. Their names fly from one another’s mouths in unrepressed delight.

“Carla,” Leon rasps, his heat thrusting into hers, her encompassing warmth and pressure capturing him completely. He pants, pushing down the waves of pleasure cascading through his veins to prolong the moment. Carla shudders, overwhelmed, eyes glazed over as she bounces up and down Leon’s lap. The fire in Leon eyes tells Carla he feels the same. Their lips crash onto one another as she bucks against him, clinging to his shoulders and curling her toes tightly, her rhythm matching the heat rapidly pounding into her. They grip one another, crying out as they release, their world going dark in a scorching blaze.

Leon sinks against the couch in the aftermath, arms still tightly wound around Carla’s waist. Carla collapses against him with a groan.    

“Leon…”  The room is filled with heavy panting and intermingling breath. She presses her forehead to his, still craving a connection to him. Sounds of the festival and tavern below are faint and distant.

“God, I love you.” Carla laughs tiredly, blushing, placing a feather-like kiss on the tip of his nose. His heart leaps at her words—unvarnished, direct, vulnerable, like Carla herself.  

“And I love you.” Leon gives a soft, lop-sided grin. “You really are too much.”

“Happy anniversary Leon. The first of many I hope.” The tender note in her voice tells Leon how much she truly means it.

“The first of many, I KNOW.”

“You hungry?”

Laughter echoes in the suite. Carla tumbles on the couch, Leon’s arms enfolding her as he lays overtop her. Smoldering flames of desire reignite from the top of her head to the tips of her toes as his lips press against her neck eagerly. 

“For you, Carla? Always.”