#otome writing

[rabbitspawgames]

I spend some days just rewriting backstories that aren't exactly useful to the narrative. But they're super useful to knowing the characters and then I have to resist the urge to put the whole thing in the game.

[milkis-deepspace]

sylus x reader - period pains

a/n: this is very self-indulgent^^ features established relationship and just fluffy goodness

being on your period is never fun. for around a week you have insane cravings, unbearable cramps and some major mood swings. truly horrible in all honesty. but the most embarrassing part was how needy you were especially now since you were in a relationship.

sylus is prepared for anything when it comes to you. ever since you've stayed over at onychinus' head quarters - he has made sure that anything you would ever want or need, would be at your disposal.

heating blanket? bought already.

pads and tampons? they’re placed in the cabinet under the sink, right besides sylus' skincare.

medicine? you knew where they were.

a massage? that... that was unexplored territory. while you and sylus were in a relationship and were quite touchy-touchy, asking for a massage seemed intimate. but then again, this might be the hormones talking. but would he think you were weird for requesting that? probably not, sylus would without a shadow of a doubt accept (almost) any of your requests. but would you really ask the mr. sylus qin - the already extremely busy leader of onychinus who had mephisto track your every move? speaking of the damn bird...

“i got a call from a little birdie saying a certain person has been in pain all day and didn't want to quote unquote bother me,” sylus enters the bedroom and takes off his jacket.

tsk, of course mephisto had tattled on you! that damn crow, someday you would make the crow heed under your command but today was not that day…

“sometimes it isn’t this bad, so i thought it would be okay,” you mumbled, curled up on sylus’ bed. it seemed as if the cramps intensified and sylus went over to sit beside you, his eyes filled with worry.

"tell me, how can i be of help to you?”

you glanced at him and shyly considered your answer. “well, uhmm, do you mind if- uh could you maybe give me a little massage…?”

sylus chuckels and easily complies to your request.

with a heating blanket placed under you to relieve the stomach cramps and sylus' warm hand massaging your back, you couldn’t help but to feel so immensely content. his big hands were perfect to warm you and his soothing voice was an anchor to keep you sane.

“you tell me if it’s too hard alright? i don’t want to unintentionally hurt you,” his thumbs pressed into your lower back, making sure to focus his strength on the tip of his fingers. his thumbs worked in circles, hands moving up and down, getting every tense spot.

his fingers worked like magic on your back. every touch, every caress made you fall into a state of heavenly bliss. just how did he learn to massage that well?

"do you want me to go harder? or softer? you need to remember to tell me, sweetie,"

"mngh, it's good. keep going," you replied with your eyes closed. you didn't want to break this moment - and you almost felt tempted to stay in sylus' bed forever - as long as every worry you had dissappeared.

"shh, just relax. i got you,"

his hands move up to your upper back and massages between your shoulder blades. a couple of days ago, you had remarked about how sore you were - it was meant as a fleeting comment - but it was something sylus was determined to remember. who was he if not the person to take away your pain? just mention whatever you want and sylus would make sure it would happen.

your pain eased away and pleasure replaced it. he noticed how much more relaxed you were now, and proceeded to lie down besides you. while you had fallen asleep, sylus gently played with your hair. it was still a wonder to him that you were here, in his bed, just making yourself at home.

after what felt like 9 hours were merely half an hour and you were still cuddled up with him and as the pain subsided you noticed how tired you truly were. a yawn escaped from you - and sylus' chuckle almost brought you back to reality.

“you’re welcome to fall asleep again sweetie,”

sylus saw the pure look of exhaustion and adorned your face with kisses and gentle touches. from your forehead to your jawline, sylus adorned your every feature with careful, loving pecks.

you fell victim to the lullaby that was sylus' heartbeat and when your breathing turned even, sylus too decided to join you in dreamland.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

MC who's eyes change color to their pact mark when they feel each of the brother's sin? How would each of them react when they see it?

(Can it be a little NSFW for certain sins *cough* Asmo *cough* and maybe luci and satan too? yea i'm a simp...)

Hiiii i finally finished this omg. It's been staying in my drafts for waaayyy too long. It also became a little longer than anticipated but I hope you like it. And I totally missed the part that you wanted all the brothers and only certain with nsfw 😭 sorry about that.. I'll make up for it and write for all of them sometime.

Summary: During an argument the only way you can shut them up is through the pact but it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Contains: NSFW (Minors do not interact)

Pairings:

Reader x Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus

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During a heated argument

Lucifer

You and the eldest had gotten into a serious argument over some trouble stirred by the rest of his brothers. And usually Lucifer wouldn't give it much thought since it's daily life for him to deal with his brother's antics but today you were at the peak of it. You didn't try to stop his brothers but rather it looked like you helped them. That's what made Lucifer feral. The thought of you helping his brothers with something you know you should prevent made the demon of Pride snap.

You were on your knees before the demon, about 2 hours into a big scolding. Though your patience was wearing thin.

-"You shouldn't be so reckless! What if something had happened to you?" –The demon yelled, his red eyes shining with wrath. You looked up with him with annoyance.

-"Nothing happened! Everything's okay! I'm okay! Why are we even having this conversation when everything is completely fine???" –You snap and raise to your feet, taking a few slow steps towards the demon.

-"Because I'm trying to prevent future situations like this! I'm trying to protect you, MC!" –He yelled, his eyes locked on you as you slowly closed the distance.

-"Yeah and by trying to protect me you're constantly suffocating me! 'You can't do this, you can't go there' stop controlling my life, Lucifer! I'm not a child!"

-"You're not a child hm? Then should I leave you alone? Is that what you want? To get eaten faster than you could call for my help?" –The demon speaks and runs a frustrated hand through his hair you close your eyes, trying to suppress your annoyance and anger but it's too much for you to handle. Frustration surged through you and you let a loud groan before speaking.

-"Aghh! Stop this! It's enough!" –You yell on top of your lungs. Your command seems to trigger the pact between you two and Lucifer is thrown across the room to his knees while your eyes shine in crimson blue. The raven-haired demon's eyes widen as he takes a sharp breath, trying to contain the pain your powerful pact caused. He takes in the sight of you and his eyes lock upon your eyes. Crimson blue - his colour. As well as Lucifer's pact mark on your left eye - it was also shining bright through the dimly lit room. The sight of you radiating such confidence, such pride. Your eyes shining with his sin caused a shiver of possessiveness to run through him. A sadistic smirk appeared on his face as he raised to his feet. Your face fell to the sight of his smug grin and you knew nothing good was in it for you. You took a step back but soon enough you were trapped in between the wall and Lucifer, who was beaming with pride and lust more than ever.

-"You look so beautiful in my colour, my master.. so powerful.. so fucking sexy.." his hands found your hips and he pulled you flush against him. The feel of his touch lit a fire inside you. You could feel your cheeks flush and your body melt into his hands even if that's not what you anticipated to happen. Your mind screamed at you to push him away, to remind him of the argument that had just occurred. Yet, the heat of his touch was impossible to ignore. He leaned down, his breath hitting and caressing your skin which drove shivers down your spine before pulling you into a desperate, passionate kiss, full of all the frustration from earlier. At first you struggle, trying to push him away but he's insistent. After a bit of struggle you finally give up and let yourself be tangled and surrounded by him. His hands travel up and down your body, making sure to touch and grab every curve it. You feel yourself spread your legs for him which makes the demon break the kiss just to look at you with that hungry gaze of his. He chuckles before speaking.

-"Already so desperate for me are you, MC? Hmm... Though I wonder.. should I give it to you or.." He pauses and presses his knee in between your legs, rubbing your heat which makes your breath hitch.

-"Or.. should I teach you a lesson for your disobedience?" He groans with frustration as he feels himself throbbing against his pants. His cock is screaming, begging to be free and to feel some kind of stimulation but Lucifer waits, knowing it's not the time to reward you. Meanwhile you grind against his knee, seeking even the last bit of pleasure it can give you. But The Avatar of Pride is not dumb. He is fast to notice that and smirks before picking you up and throwing you onto his bed. Surprise washes over you as you grip the sheets in uneasiness. Lucifer chuckles and unbuckles his belt as he makes his way to the bed.

-"I will make you scream my name tonight, master. And I won't stop until you're thoroughly punished. So I hope you're ready.. because you're not going to be getting any sleep tonight." The demon disposes of his clothes faster than you can imagine and he begins leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your neck, collarbone and face -everywhere he could reach bare skin, leaving a burning trail behind. Though his patience was wearing thinner than what he'd like. His hands gripped your shirt and tore it apart without even struggling. Soon follow your jeans and your bra, leaving you in only your lacy little thong that was soaked with your juices. Lucifer stopped in his tracks to admire the view.

-"Would you look at that, you horny little thing.. did you wear those for me? Tell me it's for me because if it isn't... I'm going to tear up to pieces whoever it was for..." The demon growled, admiring the view one last time before hooking his fingers into the waist band of the thong.

-"So warm.. so humid.. and it's all for me isn't it, my little human?" His fingers graced your clit which provoked a quiet moan out of you.

And so he continued teasing you just like this for god knows how much time. Bringing you ever so close to the peak and stopping, just to see your frustrated expressions to your denied orgasm, feeding the sadist in him. After a long while when he finally decided he had enough he raised on his knees, moving on top of you so his cock presses to your overstimulated cunt.

-"Are you ready, dear master? Because the fun is yet to start... The night is still young after all.." After those words the demon thrusts into you, making you let out a loud moan. He smirks as he begins fucking you. -Slow and steady at first but soon enough it becomes hard, raw, deep and fast. His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. You could feel each and every vein covering his shaft. And it wasn't long before you finally reached that blissful release. And so as the night went on Lucifer brought you to many more climaxes. More than you thought possible. And as promised he went on for the entire night. Lucifer had an unbelievable amount of stamina after all.

Satan

You were studying for the upcoming exams in RAD and it was a big struggle. There were a lot of concepts that weren't clear to you, making you question the possibility of those things. What do you mean demons can manipulate energy so much that they could take all the energy from one subject and turn it into something else entirely? And how were you supposed to do that yourself? You sighed burying your face into the books, praying that none of this nonsense will be on the exam and then it clicked. Why don't you call for someone's help? You looked through your contacts settling on two of them. Satan and Lucifer. Both were well aware of the subject you couldn't understand and now the question was which one? You began thinking.. you overheard that Satan has had a rough week and was on the verge of throwing a tantrum. It would take one mistake of yours for him to blow up the house. Lucifer on the other hand is a great teacher. He can be patient when teaching but is also a stressed man. If you don't understand the concept after many explanations he'll grow irritated. You decided you wanted to give Satan time to blow off some steam and calm down so you called Lucifer.

A few hours later you find yourself in Satan's room. He was mad that you had chosen Lucifer over him for such a simple thing as helping you understand that subject.

-"I am fully capable of explaining that concept to you, MC! Why do you always run to Lucifer when you face a problem??? Why??" –The demon yelled, the sound of his voice making shivers run down your spine. You looked down at the ground, fidgeting your fingers, hoping Satan wouldn't get too mad.

-"I.. I just thought you needed to calm down.. I heard you had a rough week.. I just.." You stammer out but Satan's angry glare stops you in your tracks.

-"You think I would refuse to help you just because I've had a rough week? You think I can't be patient with you when I'm irritated? And is that why you had to run to Lucifer??" He yelled, rubbing his temper, struggling not to lose control. He knew that if he lost control now it would make matters worse and you would avoid him even more than you are now.

-"Lucifer is not more capable than me, MC! I can control my anger! Don't you trust I can??? Lucifer is one to lose his mind because of the smallest mistake!" Satan yelled, jealousy flashing through his eyes. Hurt and wrath. You knew you were the one who hurt him. Guilt was tugging at your heart, hoping Satan would understand the situation but he didn't even want to look into it properly. Satan has always been like that when you do something with Lucifer instead of him. The fear that he could be the same as Lucifer or worse than him tugged at his heart. Always layed at the back of his mind. Creeping up at moments when he was unsure about himself.

-"Satan, listen to me-" You tried to explain but he was lost in his wrath so much that he wouldn't listen.

-"How could you? With what exactly is Lucifer better than me, MC? What makes him your first choice rather than me? Why not me MC?" He spoke his voice screaming hurt.

-"Satan it's not like that. I trust you Satan, please listen." You tried again and again but nothing seemed to work. The demon of wrath was blinded by his rage and the only thing you could do is use your pact to stop him before he destroys the entire house. You take a deep breath before speaking.

-"That's enough! Satan, stay!" You yell and seconds later the demon goes flying into a bookshelf, causing most of the books to fall on the floor. Satan groans in pain as he sits on his knees before you. You feel the power of the pact surge through you. It's like liquid has been poured into your veins. The strength flowing through your body. Your eyes shine green. The same colour of Satan's sin. Though that isn't left unnoticed. Upon seeing your shining bright green eyes a mischievous smirk appears on Satan's face and he raises to his feet.

-"I'll forgive you.. just this once.. because..." He takes a few slow steps towards you. His intimidating presence makes your breath hitch in your throat.

-"... because the way your eyes shine with my colour.. like I'm the only man in your eyes speaks much about who you prefer. That loser Lucifer or me. And the answer is crystal clear. So.. my master..let me indulge in you.." His hands find your body, caressing all your curves and leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. He slowly walks you to the bed before pushing you down. You see the hungry look in his eyes that draws a fire inside you. He's quick to dispose of his clothes and moves onto your own. He unbuttons buttons and takes off pieces of clothes in-between kisses and caresses. He's desperate to see, to touch your skin. And when he finally reaches it it's like he's reached heaven. You can see the fire burn in his eyes as his fingers inch closer and closer to your throbbing pussy. Satan smirks and gently drags his fingers down your slit. All the way from your clit to your asshole before circling the little bundle of nerves with his thumb. You let out a soft gasp to the sensation.

-"Don't hold those noises in, MC. Let me hear you. Let my brothers hear who's making the human feel this good." –He works on your clit and your entrance for a while. His skillful fingers, caressing and rubbing all of the right places before his patience finally wears thin and he hoovers above you, rubbing the head of his dick to your entrance. You whimper in pleasure and the demon smirks, proud of himself for making you feel this way. Soon enough he pushes in and fills you whole. You can feel him hit each and every spot, rub your insides just right, making you see stars. He makes love to you sensually, making sure you feel each and every sensation that comes with being taken by the Avatar of Wrath. That night he makes sure you're thoroughly satisfied. As well as himself of course.

Asmodeus

It's been really busy for you lately. It was exam week in RAD and you've been studying nonstop. It was rare for you to spend time with the brothers during this period since you were buried to the hilt with books, notebooks and studies. You barely had time for yourself considering how hard and co confusing all Devildom subjects were. 'The steps to the ultimate love potion' ... Wait that's a real thing? 'How to seduce and manipulate the human mind' ..uhm... I'll act as if I didn't just read that.. 'Binding curses for advanced' ...Why just why? Overall it was crazy confusing. A few hours into studying you decided to take a short breath. You sat away from all the books, taking a deep breath and rubbing your temple in frustration. You were going to have the biggest ass headache tomorrow morning and you couldn't do anything about it. Well that's not entirely true. You could use one of the spells that stop any kind of pain in the human body for which you just studied about but... that's if you remember them... There is just no way out of this. Suddenly your phone buzzed which grabbed your attention. You looked at the phone. Asmo's name was on the screen. You smiled briefly and picked up the phone to answer and before you could even say hi you heard Asmo's frustrated voice on the other side.

-"Well you took your sweet, sweet time to answer me, MC. What's keeping you so occupied, hm?" –Your eyes widened briefly. It didn't take you long to answer the phone though? That's when you noticed the six missed calls from the demon of lust, all in the past hour. You froze in place. The only good thing that came out of this is that the missed calls weren't from Lucifer. If they were.. you'd probably end up dead. But other than that everything was a disaster.

-"Asmo, I'm so sorry.. I was busy studying and I didn't notice." –You apologised, hoping the demon would understand but exactly as you feared he didn't budge.

-"You didn't notice? Would that also happen to be the same excuse you'll use for all the times you avoided me this week?" –You could hear the slight hurt in his voice. The way his voice broke at a few words made your heart stop and shatter to tiny pieces. You never meant for this to happen. There was only one rational thing to do.

-"I'll be right there, Asmo. Just give me a second." –You spoke and immediately stood up, walking hurriedly towards the fifth-born's room.

-"If I'm so unimportant to you, why bother?" –You rolled your eyes upon his words. Sure, you understand that he's seeking your attention but it was a bit over the top. Drama queen much? You hung up the phone just as you knocked on his door. But you didn't receive an answer.

-"Asmo, open the door." –You asked in a high voice so he could hear you properly.

-"Would it make such a big difference if I did? Would you care?" –He whined through the door, making you roll your eyes once again.

-"Asmodeus, stop being difficult and open the door. Talk to me. Don't shut me out like this." –You pleaded, hoping the demon would give up the attitude and talk to you openly. After a few long seconds, the door finally opens slightly ajar. You see Asmodeus' tear stained face. All puffy and red. It's not often you see him like this and it gnaws at your heart. You swallow the limb that's been clogging your throat and push open the door.

For the next few minutes you try to reassure the upset demon that he is, in fact important to you. And that you didn't have enough time to catch up with your studies as well as spend time with him but he wasn't having it.

-"Do you even care about me anymore? Am I not your priority any longer?" –He paused to swallow his tears before speaking up again.

-"You don't care about me anymore, right? Am I right? I was just a temporary fling to you?" –He continued but your anger boiled and boiled since he wasn't listening and wasn't even trying to. And that's when you finally snapped.

-"Asmodeus, I command you to shut up!" –You speak loud enough for the command to be executed. Asmodeus stops in his tracks, the direct command preventing him from saying anything else. You feel a fire surge through you. The feeling, the power of commanding a demon and binding him into place with just a few words. Your eyes shine pink-the colour of Asmodeus' sin. They are bright and radiant. Anyone could see how much power you hold over the demon only if they were here to see. But the only one that's with you at the moment is Asmodeus. And he does notice the colour of your eyes and the power in your expression. Suddenly the hurt vanished from his eyes and is replaced with something else. He takes a deep breath and walks towards you slowly, sensually, making your breath stop. You can command the demon of lust but can you command the lust itself?

-"So it is true.. I can see it in your beautiful, radiant eyes... I am in fact important to you.. and not just important... The most important.. your eyes don't shine like that for anyone else.. do they?" –He slowly takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him until you're pressed against his chest. He leans down, savouring your scent. You could feel his nose slighty brush against the side of your cheek and it sends shivers down your spine. The fifth-born's eyes are burning. You could see the desire in them and he slowly begins guiding you to the bed.

-"If that really is the case.. Prove it to me tonight, sweet, sweet master.. prove it to me until I've had enough of you.." –He pushed you down onto the bed and looms over your, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands slide over all your cracks and curves, trying to reveal more and more skin.

-"Those clothes are getting in my way.. I need you au-naturel..." –He speaks and slowly begins taking off your clothes, revealing your bare body to him. Soon enough you're fully nude in front of him and so is he. You didn't even notice when he managed to take off his clothes as well but it didn't matter now. You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss - more desperate than the last few. His fingers travelled down your body reaching your center and digging his fingers inside. He slowly worked on your clit. Caressing ever so slightly. Giving the smallest amount of pleasure. You groan and grind your hips against his hand, hoping to create some more friction and he chuckles.

-"Desperate to be pleased are you? Well now you know how you made me feel the past few days, master.." –He speaks quietly into your ear. A fire burns in your body and every flick of his fingers over your clit makes you tremble and whine, hoping for something more. After a long while he finally inserts a finger inside you. Guiding it in and out, slowly and sensually. You moan and press yourself closer to him. His fingers work on your cunt while his thumb circles your clit and before you know it you were trembling in pleasure. Lost in the feeling of the fifth-born's hand on your pussy. After your powerful orgasm he gently removed his fingers and replaced them with his rock-hard length.

-"The fun hasn't even started, MC.. Were going to be having fun all night long.." –He says and thrusts into you, filling your whole. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out and extended moan. His thrusts are sensual and pleasureable. Hitting all of the right spots inside you. And before you know it you're clenching around him, milking his dick dry. And with that the fun continues into the night.

[beneathashadytree]

A TASTE OF HONEY - SYLUS QIN X READER

Warnings : insecurities & body image issues, chubby & curvy!reader, mentions of stretch marks, body worship, praise kink, marking, very mild breast & nipple play, implied cunnilingus, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : smut n loooots of comfort☹️🫶🏽

Word count : 1.4K words

Additional notes : This was a paid commission I made of a lovely OC with Sylus, and this version is just the slightly more non-specific version I took permission from my commissioner to post, so that all fem!readers can see what my commissions are like! If you’re interested let me know💗

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“Another event, another dress with your name on it, sweetie.” Sylus’ grin as he walked into their bedroom would’ve almost been infectious, had her mood been entirely different than it currently was. Right now, though? His words seemed to have cast a curse onto her.

She had to fight against her growing irritation. It’s not his fault, he didn’t do anything to deserve it—unlike the majority of the times he’d earned her ire. This time, the dismayed feeling in her chest at the sight of the exquisite dress draped onto the back of the dresser’s chair was entirely because of her own racing thoughts.

“Skipping out tonight,” she simply mumbled under her breath, collapsing onto the bed with weary bones and an exhausted expression like she’d run a hundred miles. And she really had, just inside her head.

Sylus—ever perceptive Sylus—frowned at that, taking a seat at the edge of the bed beside her. “Tired?” Concern filled his eyes, and it only grew worse as she seemed to curl in on herself and burrow deeper into the mattress. “I could cancel.”

With a sigh, she shook her head “You’re Onychinus’ leader. You have to be there. My moods shouldn’t dictate whether or not you go.”

“You have the privilege of commanding me to do whatever you want. I say you abuse that right.” It was clear from his teasing tone that he was trying to get a lighthearted reaction from her, and upon receiving none, his voice turned softer. “Seriously, what’s wrong, darling?”

Her grip tightened on the bedsheet, blinking back the tears as she trained her gaze on her fingers. “I just… don’t want to wear that dress.”

Sylus was silent for a few moments, before he nodded. “Okay. Is it not to your liking?”

“Not really.” With a shuddering breath, she sniffled a little, trying to calm herself down as Sylus’ hand gently stroked her calves in a soothing motion. There was no point in getting so worked up after all, it’s always been the same. “Those types of dresses always show my stretch marks. They’re… kind of short. And tight. And weird-looking on me.”

Screw not getting worked up; her tears were dripping down her face at this point, her vision blurry and her heart heavy with each word that spilled forth. “It feels like every single one of these outfits makes my thighs look big, and my body’s not made for wearing them. It’s just… wrong, like I’m unworthy,” she choked on the last word in despair.

She could hear Sylus sighing, a twinge of sadness she’d never heard before lacing his words. “You couldn’t be more wrong.” Firm in tone, yet not unkind, her boyfriend leaned in and rubbed her forearms gently, making sure to meet her watery eyes as he did. “These dresses only show just how breathtaking you are, and how you belong by my side.” A crooked grin made its way on his face. “If anything, it feels like I have to earn my place next to you.”

“No! You—”

“See how absurd it sounds?” His deep voice was soft as he gently nudged her on her back, climbing in on top of her as his fingers delicately brushed back her hair. “I can never get enough of you. Of every inch of you. I almost refuse to believe you.” His gaze grew impossibly softer, voice even quieter, and his hand even gentler as it traced down her ear, rhythmically stroking at her neck. “But I know that really is what you’ve driven yourself to believe. And I can’t blame you for that.”

Wiping at her own cheeks, she tried her best to make herself feel less sorry. “It’s no one’s fault but mine. It’s not like anyone else has been telling these things to me.” What on earth was she doing, crying to him over dresses? Or her appearance at some stupid events? Or was it simply her body? She didn’t know at this point. All she knew was that she wanted to stop feeling so distraught over something so…

Before she could continue that train of thought, Sylus had silenced her rushing brain with a slow, open-mouthed kiss and a steady grip on her waist. Even now, he was ever the tease, nipping at her lower lip and huffing out a fond laugh as he heard her breath hitch, before pulling back. In half-defeat, he said, “Maybe I’m the one to blame for neglecting to remind you of what I think of you.”

He peppered kisses down her jaw and to her neck, his teeth grazing and sucking at the warm skin there. With a hiss, her hand reached out to pull him closer by the back of his head, and all he could breathe out against her was a stilted, “How often I think of you.” Practiced hands almost blindly pulled down the strap of her silk slip for more access, as he left his bold marks across her neck. His hair tickled her, but she reveled in the feeling even more as he traced a path down the top of her breasts.

They were heaving with the effort of having to pretend she wasn’t falling apart at the seams with his mere touch, and he let out a half-groan as his hand reached out to cup one, while he sucked more hickeys onto the flushed skin of the other. It was too much, but somehow not enough to ease the growing ache between her legs. “Sy,” she whispered, a plea in his name, quickly turning into a whimper of pleasure as his tongue boldly flicked at her nipple through the silk. “Don’t be cruel.”

“Mm. I could never. My pretty girl likes it when I indulge her, I know,” he muttered, ruby eyes flicking up to meet hers and pinning her down with just a gaze as he kneaded at her soft breasts through the thin fabric, his touch burning through her like wildfire. “Tell me where you want me. What you want me to do, to show you how I could never stop wanting you and your body.”

Swallowing thickly, her fingers dug into his silvery hair, like it was second nature, guiding him where she needed him the most. “Want your lips on me, please,” she whispered, as if it were explanation enough for the sudden dizzying heat of the room, and her eyes swimming with unwrought desire. “Tell me you want me like this. I… I need it. Need you.”

The chuckle that spilled from Sylus’ lips was lovesick, and then his large palms pushed her smooth slip up to her waist and expertly tugged down the ruined lacy underwear. “As if I could stop wanting someone so divine.” He sweetly kissed her navel, then completely diverted from his path for a second to squeeze at her thighs, hooking them up on his broad shoulders.

Even between her legs, he looked invincible—more so when he maintained their intense, passion-riddled eye contact as he suckled at the skin of her inner thighs. “So sweet, so perfect right in front of me,” he sighed, almost in just as much pleasure as she was while he brushed his thumb back and forth near the apex of her thighs, mapping out every stretch mark under his adoring touch, and giving her hips a firm squeeze as his hands wandered everywhere they could reach.

Her head was filled with cotton, all her senses consumed by him and all he was. “I can spell out just what you want me to say with my tongue instead.” The very prospect of it sent even more molten heat pooling to her core. Sylus’ tongue would be her undoing. She knew it, her body knew it, and his grin that turned wicked meant that he could see perfectly well just how dripping wet the idea made her.

That smirk was almost predatory; like she was his prey, all prepped and prettily pinned for him. It shouldn’t have aroused her so badly, knowing that he’d torture her with sheer blinding pleasure and a sinful tongue, and yet she could feel herself clench around nothing. He was her undoing, and always would be, especially when his voice was such a low purr. “And you can ride my face until you can translate every filthy word. What do you say, sweetie?”

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Wine Pon You

Pairing: Sylus x fem! reader

Warnings :MDNI unprotected sex, creampie, fingering , oral sex (f and m receiving). Dirty talking , alcohol consumption .Let me know if I missed anything

Synopsis : when your friends dragged you in a club to relax this certainly wasn't the type of relaxation you had in mind

Now playing : Die for me by Chase Atlantic

The scent of the alcohol wafted through your nostrils mixed with something so intoxicating , so sweet,  so him.

How did you get into this situation? You don't even remember.

Tara and Neilie dragging you into a club as a pathetic excuse to have fun  and relieve some stress but as you sat down here at the bar  gulping down mojitos after mojitos , you were far from relaxed.

Scanning the crowd of sweaty and pressed bodies with a disinterested gaze, that's when your eyes fell on him, poised on a couch on the VIP section looking as utterly bored as you were,  crimson eyes  roaming over the crowd below.

His eyes found yours and you swear your heart stopped beating. Yet you didn't look away , your eyes locking with his as you sipped on another cocktail.

His gaze traced over you like a caress that sent shivers down your spine , one snowy eyebrow cocking up as if daring you to look away  and you were never one to back  down from a challenge.

Your little staring contest lasted for a while but you were a little impatient thing , body growing hotter under his hypnotizing gaze.

Sylus was doing no better,  sitting there in this boring club,  he was counting the minutes down to leave until his eyes fell on you , sitting there looking as utterly bored as he was. That was until she turned around to gaze at him , losing himself in your hypnotizing irises , so defiant in the way you were challenging him with your stare.

Sylus's eyebrows furrowed when you stood up to head over where he was sitting

Daring are we ? He thought the corners of his lips curling up in a small smirk.

You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the fact you were ovulating. Hell you didn't even know when your feet started to guide towards the VIP section just that  you needed to get here and take a closer at him at least.

Your mind and body  were ready for the rejection and get escorted out by the guards but to you  your surprise they let you in .

Stepping inside was like stepping in another world , the black and red tones adding to the sultry atmosphere but you didn't give a damn about that. You didn't came here to admire the decorations but the man sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in hands , legs spread  while his eyes roamed over your form taking every inch of  you in greedily.

Sylus was right , you were definitely prettier up close. Those rosy lips , those eyes roving over him like he was a piece of meat . Yet he wasn't mad or offended Quite the opposite he found himself intrigued.

"To be honest I didn't expect you to win our little staring contest" you approached him trying  your best to stay in character and you mentally applauded yourself for not stuttering

He cocked his head slightly to the side before a small smirk pulled on the corner his delicious mouth

"What can I say ?" He shrugged nonchalantly twirling the glass of whiskey in his hand "I am full of his surprise"

His voice was a low sultry purr that sent tremors all the way down your slutty cunt.

Damn this was bad..

"Beside.." he took another sip of his drink, crimson gaze flickering over you once more "you're not as sneaky as you think , you were just as captivated as I was"

Now it was your turn to smirk inching closer to where he was manspreding on the couch

"You think?" You raised an eyebrow at him standing between his man spread legs

"No." He murmured his voice a low husky rumble "I know"

"So confident I see" you chuckled leaning down to rest a knee on the small place between his legs , one hand resting on the couch beside his head your own tilting slightly to the side to look at him , taking in his sharp features.

His face was a real piece of art,  one you'd very much like to frame with your legs

"So may I know your name staring partner?"

And Gosh Sylus almost missed your question with the way you were so close to him , your scent coating his mind with the sweetest intoxication,  your lashes fluttering up at him in a way that almost made him forget his own name

"Sylus" he grunted out body stiff with tension.

"Sylus" you repeated the name rolling off your tongue like a caress and Sylus swear he was alredy addicted to the way you say it.

"And might I  know yours?" He tilted his head as well , bloody gaze boring into yours

Feeling more daring you brought your face closer to him breath teasing his ear as you whisper

"Call me Y/n"

"Y/n" he reapeted eyes tracing down the column of your throat sweeping over the sliver skin bared by the low neckline of your dress

Fuck you were such a tempting vision.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman" he mused aloud making you laugh softly

"Flattery will get you nowhere Sylus" you shook your  head and Gosh Sylus wanted to bottle up this melodic sound to listen to it over and over.

"It's not flattery I am just stating the truth sweetie"

And that nickname made your knees weaken , the last shred of sanity or self respect leaving your body as you stood up and step away from him. Yet Sylus found himself missing your proximity , missing the warmth of your body , your sweet intoxicating perfume that drove him wild with Desire

"So Sylus" you start body moving before your mind can process anything "do you enjoy dancing?"

"Dancing?" He raised an eyebrow at her before taking another sip of his drink "I am just passable"

Oh he wished he could tell you how he wanted you to dance for him , on him but no he held back not wanting to scare you away .

Your eyebrow furrowed sensing he misinterpreted your point

"I was talking as in Dancing for you" you clarified making him choke on his drink the liquid burning down his throat.

"You mean as in right here right now?" He asked tone laced with a mixture of disbelief , shock and arousal

"You don't want to ?" You asked , a hint of uncertainty passing through your gaze. Teeth worrying the plush of your bottom lip

Maybe you were being too forward.

"No , I do" Sylus quickly said internally wincing at how desperate he probably sounded but you just offered him a small smile one that he knows would be etched into his mind for a while before you made your  way towards him hips swaying at the sound of the music.

The sight nearly had him biting back a groan his body taunt like a bowstring, mind swirling with thoughts each more filthier than the last.

And when you settled on his lap back facing him , he nearly let his hold on his drink slip , a small groan that went straight to your cunt leaving his parted lips.

He could feel every dip and  curve through the flimsy material of your dress , every slow grind having his sanity  melting away like a popsicle on a summer day .

His hand gripped the back of the couch holding onto it for dear life , grounding himself to not flip you over and fuck you right her on the expensive leather.

Patience

You abruptly stood up from his lap to face him , cheeks now crazed red , parted lips red from biting them too much.

You were so fucking aroused , heat throbbing at any mere friction that you had to stand up to stop yourself from humping him like a bitch in heat.

Sylus felt the loss of your warmth like a physical blow to his chest  and he had to  fight back the urge to pull you back on his lap.

He watched with half lided eyes as you traced a line down his neck to his open collar legs resting either side of his muscled thighs to straddle him properly,  to dance for him properly.

Your head fell back in ecstasy as your arms wrapped around his shoulder when the song reached your favorite part eyes tightly shut as you grind harder against him , hips moving in a circular motion that made Sylus keen. His mind shutting off , the last remnants of his sanity dancing away replaced by the unbashabed need he felt for you.

Unable to resist the temptation anymore, He leaned in to nose down your pulse inhaling your sweet scent and just one whiff made him literally groan. The sound pulling you from your drunken Haze.

"What are you doing?"  You asked breathlessly,  hips still moving shamelessly against his.

Sylus's breath came out in feverish pants lips pressing  small kisses against your neck that made your skin tingles , hips bucking up against his.

Sylus's hands snaked down to pin your hips down, to stop you  before he did something unforgivable.

"Trying to keep myself from flipping you over and have you right here" he murmured against your neck,  voice gruff as he spoke

the words went straight to the throbbing pulse between your legs a small humorless laugh escaping your parted lips , your lust filled mind far too gone.

"Then I guess.." you pressed yourself hard against the obvious bulge in his pants "I am not trying hard enough"

Oh you little minx.

He let out a small moan,  teeth nipping at your neck to muffle it

"No you're doing the exact opposite, you little minx" he murmured in the crook of you neck , nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh , the touch making your knees weaken

"If you keep this up" he rasped out "I wont be able to hold back"

"Who asked you to hold back?" You leaned down to whisper in his ear before nipping at his earlobe "I sure didn't"

Oh that was his last straw.

In the blink of the eyes you found yourself splayed out beneath him dress hiking up your thighs with his form looming above you.

"If you want me to stop holding back then" his features twisted into such a feral grin that made your cunt twitch "I'll show you , little temptress" he nipped at your  neck hand rubbing the soft skin of your thigh. Lips peppering kiss down your  neck to your  collarbone and it's only when he reached the low neckline of your dress you starting to feel self conscious of your current location.

You were still in the VIP section,  no matter how horny you were you couldn't let him have you here . What if someone walked on you?

As if sensing your inner turmoil Sylus stopped his ministrations , crimson eyes flickering up to search for your gaze.

"You dont want anyone to see us like this?" He grunted mouth still leaving feverish kisses against your skin

"No" you murmured softly. Even if you acted so boldly with him you wouldn't be very pleased to have someone walking on you.

And Even if it killed him to part with you , Sylus didn't really like the prospect of someone seeing you like this all flushed and panting because of him.

Letting out a soft grunt he reluctantly parted away from you but not for long , because soon he was hoisting you up on his shoulder earning a small yelp from you that made him smile

So cute.

Before you knew it you were out of the club . Sylus crossing the path to outside in just a few strides.

Your body shivered when he sets you down on your feet , the cold air biting on your skin before Sylus's wrapped his jacket around you.

"Wouldn't want you to get cold on me now Sweetie?" He offered a charming smirk that made you just wanna kiss him right here.

Straddling his bike you followed closely behind.

"Hold on tight now, kitten"

And he didn't need to tell you twice bevause you were holding onto him for dear life.

When you arrived at his penthouse,  you didn't even had the time to admire the beauty of it because he was already dragging you towards his bedroom, too impatient, mind too clouded with lust , body taunt like a bowstring , muscles strained , as if he'd die if he didn't have you right here.

Lips devouring yours , drinking in them like he was a dying man in a desert arm snaked around your waist to hold you close against him . And his lips tasted so addictively sweet. A mixture of wine and whiskey that had heat pooling low in your stomach.

As soon you reached his bedroom he pinned you against the closed door , lips trailing open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat

"You're so impatient" you chuckled against his lips hands tangling in his cloudy locks "I like it"

"You have no idea how impatient I can be" he murmured before claiming your lips in another bruising kiss , all teeth and tongue

"And tonight kitten" he nipped down at the side your neck "I am gonna have you screaming  for me" lips sucking at the sensitive skin below your ear in a way that had your legs trembling

"Is that ahh a  promise?" You let out between small gasps and moans .

He hummed in response lips too busy continuing their slow assault on your sense , now sucking and nipping at the plush of your breasts bared by the low neckline of your dress.

"And Sweetheart I always keep my promises" he whispered before dropping to his knees,  hands literally tearing your dress apart

Aww this one was your favorite

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll buy one hundred dresses , the whole fucking store even" he looked up at you  pupils blown out with lust , cheeks flushed a delicate pink and the sight of him on his knees looking so wrecked already nearly have you coming undone.

Big hands spreading your legs open hooking one of your legs on his shoulder to trail small kisses on the skin of your inner thigh teasingly close to your underwear but never quite reaching it.

Your hand found his snowy locks , caressing the soft strands in a pathetic attempt to coax him out

"Sylus" your voice was a soft desperate plea that went straight to his aching cock.

"Yes Sweetie" he grunted  , breath coming in short condensed puffs that fanned against your skin.

"Tell me what you want?" He nipped at the edge of your underwear in a way that just heightened your arousal

"You know what I want" you clutched at his hair , frustration lacing your tone. But he just chuckled,  the vibrations of his laugh going straight to your twitching cunt.

"No I don't" he whispered looking up at you , the frenzied look on his eyes having you throw your head back against the door and moan

"why don't you speak up for me , huh sweetie?"  He continued to nip at the flimsy material of your panties , tongue tracing over the lace and just one taste of your sweet beading juices had his mouth watering tongue licking greedily over the lace again and again as if he couldn't get enough.

And you could nothing else but keen, mouth leaving such sultry moans Sylus knew he'd never forget and he will make sure you never forget about this night as well , etching the memory into your very soul.

"Sylus please"  your words were nothing short than a sinful plea that had him seeing stars .

"Yeah sweetheart?" fucked out little grunts leaving his rosy lips who refused to part from your sweet addictive cunt not even for a second. "What is it? tell me, you know I'd give you anything" and he would truly if it can get him to stay  here buried in the heaven between your plush thighs.

"Eat me out properly please" rosy lips jutting out in a soft pout that made his pants constricts "need to feel your tongue nghh please"

And how could he ever deny you when you asked so sweetly?

"Well" he rasped out , teeth catching the edge of your underwear to trail it down,  down , down your legs "since you asked so nicely , how could I refuse?"

His feral smirk was the last thing you saw before he dove nose deep in your slutty cunt , tongue licking a long strip down from the base to your throbbing clit.

Yoyr head fell back against the door,  eyes fluttering closed while a string of curses and moans left your parted lips , body reduced to a babbled mess. And you sure if it wasn't for the iron grip he had on your hips you would have already collapsed on the floor.

"You taste so sweet kitten" he murmured between teasing licks,  the vibrations sending shivers all the way down to where he was making out sloppily with your drooling cunt.

"Can you hear her?" Another french peck "she's so talkative,  such a talkative kitten" he nipped softly at your clit , the action making your arch into his slutty mouth,  coating the lower half of his face in your sweet beading juice.

"Come on now" he quickened his pace middle finger now probing at your entrance while his lips latched on the poor swollen nub.

"Sylus I am gon-"  your words got cut off by another loud moan when you felt him add his ring finger , moving them at an unforgiving pace while his lips and tongue continued their abuse on your clit

"Yeah that's right Sweetheart, come on my face" he whispered between feverish kisses,  teeth nibbling on your inner thighs the plush of your pussy lips , everywhere he could reach.

And who were you to deny him?

You don't even realize it at first when you're cumming, hot white splashes of pleasure that made your vision tips white crashing over you , stars behind your eyes as you rode it out on his gorgeous face,  smearing your juices everywhere and he let you. Moaning happily between your thighs , crimson eyes taking in the sight greedily,  etching it into his mind .

Sylus continued to pepper small kisses down your thighs,  soothing them as you came down from your high chest heaving up and down breath ragged from the intensity of it

"That was WOW" you exclaimed making him let out an hoarse chuckle

"That good sweetie?" he gave your clit one last lingering kiss before pulling away.

"Are you kidding me?" Your eyes widened in disbelief hand cupping his face to make him look up at you "it was incredible,  your mouth GOSH feel heavenly" you ran your fingers over his slick glossed bottom lip

"Heavenly huh? You're the one who tastes heavenly sweetheart" he murmured against your hand before taking your finger in his mouth to suck it. the sight made you let out a small moan  before Yanking him by his collar to crash your lips against his , tasting yourself on his tongue and it was so sinful So depraved making your thighs rub together to temp down the fire that was beginning to burn once again.

"Kitten" he panted into your open mouth when your hand snaked down to palm at his obvious bulge

He was rock hard his need for you so painfully obvious but he still wanted to take his time with you , worship you like the Goddess you were but it seemed like you had other plans. 

You bit down on his bottom lip before starting to trail down kisses on his neck leaving blossoming purples mark on his skin , while your hands fumbled with his trousers , too impatient

"Eager are we?" He chuckled helping you take off his pants

"As if you're any better" you scoffed making him smile.

"Shit" you groaned , hand wrapping around his cock through his boxers "why is it so heavy?" You voiced out genuinely taken aback

And Sylus felt the tip of his ear heat up. Biting back a groan at your touch

"You really don't know" he looked down at you taking in your dishelved hair and smeared lipstick

"Its heavy because I want you so badly"

Those words made your eyes widen further

"I made you like this?" You spoke in a small voice hand still moving at a slow pace.

He grunted in response and before you knew it you found yourself sinking on your knees in front of him.

"Then I guess"

And Lord forgive him , Sylus knew this sight will be the start of every shower he will be taking on the next few weeks

"I should take responsibility for it" you murmured before trailing his boxers down letting his length spring free slapping against his lower abdomen .

It was so pretty , long , girthy inches that made your mouth water with veins trailing down the side and a mushroom tip flushed  your favorite shade of pink.

"So pretty" you cooed tongue lolling out to trace a vein on the underside and the touch makes Sylus throw his head back and moan,  a low feral growl deep from his throat.

She's going to be the death of him

"What a beautiful death that would be?" You chuckled leaving soft pecks all over the length of his cock

Shit did he say that out loud ?

"A beautiful death by the hands of a beautiful woman" he chuckled voice roughened by a mix of Desire and lust , hands tugging at your hair while you made out sloppily with his aching cock , pressing french kiss after French kiss against his reddened tip.

It was so filthy.

"Sweetie" he heavened out, breath growing ragged , sanity dancing away leaving a feral beast that was on the verge of pouncing on you.

You looked up, eyes blearimg lazily at him, lips stretched around his girthy length in such a fucked out smile.

"You taste so good Sy" you murmured cockdrunkenly already high on his taste his scent , the way he moan out your name like a prayer.

"Shit you're so good at this" his grip tightened on your hair, your head bobbing faster to bring him to his peak , hand scratching down the trail of white hair at his lower abdomen.

"Kitten I am going to-" his words got cut off when he felt one of your hands massaging his heavy balls

"Come for me Sylus" you pressed another French kiss to his aching cock looking up sultrily at him "make a mess on my face" another french kiss , sloppier , messier and he was cumming so hard he thought he was seeing stars for a second,  painting your face in such a sinful white. It was so depraved,  so lewd yet you loved every single second of it.

You parted from him with a lewd pop , tongue darting out to lick the remnants of cum staining his thighs,  the touch sending tingles down his spine.

"God you're going to kill me at this rate sweetheart" he pulled you up to crash his lips against yours,  tasting himself on your tongue , the salty taste making his head spin.

He picked you up effortlessly legs wrapping his wait without breaking the kiss

He laid you gently on the bed as if afraid you'd break not having a single idea that if he did break you you'd Thank him and come back for another round.

"You're so beautiful" he whispered trailing kisses down your exposed shoulders , collarbone , hands caressing you like you were  a piece of art.

"Sylus" you whimpered when you felt his hips pressing sensually against yours.

You needed him inside right fucking now

"Patience kitten" he murmured,  voice a low heated whisper , hands cupping your breast to roll deftly your peppled nipples

"We have all night"

Don't get him wrong,  he wanted you just as badly you needed me but he also wanted to take his time to explore you slowly,  to keep drawing each gasps and moans from your kiss bitten lips.

But you weren't having it , hands fumbling with his shirt to get it off of him as soon as possible.

"And here I thought I was the impatient one" a soft laugh rumbled out his throat before helping you discard his shirt somewhere leaving his sculpted chest on display for your eyes to admire

"You're such a work of art" you breathed out loud , hands trailing down his chest caressing his pecks,  his broad shoulders down his abs and his twitching  cock that was begging for your attention again.

Sylus buried his head on your chest to muffle his sounds , sucking and biting on your hardened buds to distract you (and himself )

"You're such a little tease" he grunted out against your skin tongue flicking against your nipple while his fingers were rolling deftly against the other , pinching and twisting it at his will.

"Yet you love it" you countered hand wrapping around his cock once more to pump him slowly.

Damn right he did

He continued his slow assault on your chest , the heat of his mouth so distracting it made your pace falter.

"Sylus please" you bucked your hips in the air cubt clenching around nothing.

"Please what sweetie?" he let go of your nipple with a lewd pop "tell me what you want"

"Just fuck me" you whimpered out , mind too scrambled to process your words just that you knew you'd die if he didn't fuck you now.

Yet he was still reluctant,  toying with your sanity.

"Are you sure sweetheart?" He whispered against your skin eyes searching for yours "I dont want to hurt you" another small peck between the valley of your breasts

Groaning in frustration you brought his hand to the literally pool between your legs

"Is this enough to convince you?"

Sylus let out a sharp exhale at the wetness between your thighs,  fingers slipping between your folds to pinch your clit earning a small yelp from you

"So wet already" he groaned  before positioning himself at your entrance,  his tip sliding up and down between your folds coating himself in your essence.

"I am gonna fuck you so hard" he grunted the fat divot at his tip catching just right against your throbbing clit "until all you'll be able to do is scream my name"

"nnggh" you threw your head back when you felt his tip pushing in stretching your walls sinfully around his girth

"You're so big" you whimpered mindlessly already so cockdrunk

"Relax" just  pushing in small gyrations to fit himself inside "you can handle it"

And you can do nothing but take it letting out such sinful little Ah Ah Ah that had all the blood of his taunt muscles rushing through where he was buried deep inside you

"Fuck did you just-" and you're getting shut up by a kiss , bruising , feverish while his hips keep moving, letting out a small pant when he finally bottomed out.

"S-shit" his voice was shaky , his breathing ragged ,his head rested in the crook of your neck movements stopping to let you adjust to his size. you felt so good , so unfairly so. So tight and warm , perfect like you were made for him

"You're gripping me so tightly" he rasped out hips starting to move slowly "so warm so perfect" he continued to ramble in the crook of your neck.

You could only keen , sinful whimpers and moans that went straight to his cock leaving your lips like a beautiful chant.

"Look at you" he raised his head from where it was buried in the crook of her neck "taking me so well" another slow grind "like you were made for me"

"Sylus" you moaned legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. The way you were looking up so expectantly at him with those wide does eyes of yours had him bit back the urge to throw his head back and moan but nothing prepared him for the words that was about to leave your parted lips

"Faster baby"

And who was he to ever deny you?

In the blink of the eyes you find yourself splayed out on your stomach ass raised in the air while he let out such a fucked out grunt.

"My my" he's evening out leaving small kisses on your shoulder down on the arch of your spine "so demanding" a small nibble that made you push your ass down against his pelvis.

His hand automatically found your hip to hold you in place

"Patience kitten we have all night" he chuckled before sliding into you in one full thrust , your head dropping in the pillow with a small gasp

"Faster was it?" Just slamming himself into you the sudden pace making you squeal. Drool trickling down the corner of your lips.

The skin slapping sound was deafening coupled with his occasional grunts and groans had your pretty pussy drooling

"Such a slutty pussy" he groaned looking down at you "look at her" he spread your pussy lips wide open watching how she was drooling all over him "taking me so well like she was made for me, wasn't she? "

You were far too gone to register his words,  too busy moaning to answer his questions but he didn't mind your cunt was talking enough for the both of you and he was determined to keep her talking.

You bit down on the pillow to muffle your scream when you felt his bulbous tip hit your G spot but he wasnt having it

"Dont do that Gorgeous" he yanked you up to bring your back flush against his chest "let me hear the pretty sound you make" he nipped down at the side of your neck,  2 deft fingers coming down to abuse your poor clit. And you couldn't hold back anymore , head lolling on his shoulder while you uttered the sluttiest moans he ever heard. His Tip abusing your G spot with no reprieves.

"That's right sweetheart let me hear you" his touch on your clit never relented not even when you were a sobbing cockdrunk  mess , hips fucking back against his sloppily,  not even when your orgasm hit you like a truck,  waves and waves of pleasure crashing down on you like a sea storm. Sylus never relented his pace fucking another one out of you

"No no more" you let out soft broken whimpers trying to swat his hand on your clit away but he wasn't having it , pinching your clit to make you reliatate.

"One more sweetheart" he murmured against your skin voice so soft and gentle the complete opposite of his relentless hips still pistonning against yours only stooping when he's shooting ribbons of cum inside you painting your insides white and it was so much dribbling down your thighs and his to form a puddle on the sheets below.

Sylus never felt so good , small tears clouding his vision from the intensity of his orgasm,  a strawberry pink blush tainting his cheeks and the tip of his ear , red eyes nearly turned black from lust.

"You're so perfect sweetheart" he peppered small kisses on your neck,  hand trailing down your side in an attempt to soothe you "did so well for me" he kissed your temple before slowly untangling himself from you and laid you down on the bed with his arms wrapped around you.

You were still floating on a cloud nine , his soothing caress slowly bringing you back to life

THAT was WOW the most mind blowing sex you had.

"I am glad you think so sweetie" he chuckled caressing your cheek and that's when you realized you said that out loud

"I mean yeah" you looked away feeling a bit self conscious

"Come on" he cupped your chin to make you look back at him "dont get shy on me now" he caressed your bottom lip with his thumb making you nip back at it.

You minx he groaned. Watching as you took his finger in your mouth to suck at it

"Come on now Mr Sylus" you released his thumb to pepper kisses on his jawline , legs moving to straddle him . "I remember you saying something about 'having all night'. What about we put this time to good use?" I nipped at his earlobe

And who was Sylus to say no to you?

What you meant by putting this time to good use was to get fucked on his mattress,  the floor , the  vanity  , up against a wall, everywhere on his appartment   until you both almost passed out.

Sylus's arms was locked firm around your frame , head buried in the crook of your neck. You stirred in your sleep , eyes fluttering open to take in your surroundings.

You slipped out of the bed stealthily,  trying to make as much as less sounds possible to not wake him up.

Heading to the bathroom to take a shower,  your mouth fell open when you took in the sight of you in the mirror , body littered in love bites and hickeys,  your neck your chest , your back and even your cheek had one

Damn how are you even gonna present yourself at work today?

After taking your shower you wrapped yourself in Sylus shirt that was hopefully big and long enough to act as a dress shirt.

Everything about him is so big.

You did your best to arrange your hair before leaving his penthouse not without leaving a small notes on his bedside table.

When Sylus woke up he felt a small pang through his chest when he realized you were gone .

After making him lose his mind like that last night you dare leaving like a thief?

But a small smile found his way to his mouth when he read your small note

"Thanks for Last night , it's one of the best I've ever had  

Your Staring partner Y/N"

Sylus felt strange sensation on his stomach like butterflies wings before quickly catching himself.

It was just a one-night stand nothing to get too excited about. Still a part of him wished you would've stayed longer , at least to eat breakfast together

You're being way too hopeful Sylus.

This morning you went back home with both of your heart happy and your mind poised not having a single idea of what fate had in store for you

"What do you mean I am pregnant?"

---------------------------------

Pt2 👀maybe??

Tag: @jinwoosbabyboo @poisonf0rest

[xxsycamore]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━ ≪ VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024 ≫

Welcome to the fifth annual installment of Visions of Temptation, a multifandom kinktober prompt list/creation challenge! ►Under the cut you will find both lists written down in blank format. You’ll also find a short explanation of some of the lesser-known kinks.

███ GUIDELINES

► minors DNI!

► The two lists are absolutely free to use across all fandoms, with a main focus on otome games. If you’re a writer, artist, visual graphic creator, etc., you can use these lists to create your kinktober works.

►You can share this with your followers and open requests using these lists.

► In the kink list, you can choose a kink to work with for each day of October, while in the other list, you have 31 dialogue prompts. It’s up to you whether you choose to follow one of the lists or both, and to combine them or not. You don't have to follow just one list either - mix and match them if you'd like!

► Make sure to put content warnings where needed.

► Unlike most of my challenges, this one won't have a masterlist featuring the works created for it, meaning that it won't have a deadline either - feel free to complete it at your own pace.

► About credit: Make sure to mention the challenge itself and its creator. I’d be happy to see your works, so please tag me when using my list here on tumblr! Posting to other sites is fine, as long as you credit me :)  

►In order for us to find each other's works and appreciate them, please make sure to use the tag " #visions of temptation 2024 " !

►Don't hesitate to reach out if you have a question! My askbox is always open!

►Remember to have fun and not stress over this really long challenge! ❤

targeted fandoms: Ikeseries (Ikemen Villains; Ikemen Prince; Ikemen Vampire; Ikemen Sengoku + other cybird games); Love and Deepspace; Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr. Love: Queen's Choice; Count of Darkness; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger; Lovebrush Chronicles; Light and Night + all other mobile/console otome you can think of. Remember, this is just the focus of the challenge - you can write for any fandom at all!

Depending on how much free time i've got on my hands, I'll also be checking out your works and reblogging them on my main blog, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly - under the tag "#vot '24 reblogs" :)

If you're wondering if I'm taking requests for my challenge, make sure to check my blog beforehand. At the moment of posting this, requests are closed - but that might change in the future.

███ PROMPTS

► both lists in blank format + handy explanation of some of the kinks under the cut.

Happy creating, everyone and may you have a great October! ❤

KINK LIST:

 Porn Actors AU  |  Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand

 Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering

 Phone sex  | Guided Touching 

 Orgasm Control  |  Bondage/Shibari

 Make up Sex  |  Mirror Sex

 Feather Play  |  Coming Untouched

 Sensory Deprivation  |  Sex Toys/Object Insertion

 Workplace Sex  |  Sex in a Vehicle 

 Choking/Breath play  | Dacryphilia

 Accidental Stimulation  |  Body Part Worship 

 Wet Dreams  |  Sexual Fantasy

 First Times  |  Role Reversal

 Fetish Clothing & Accessories |  Striptease

 Bathroom sex  |   Outdoor/Public sex

 Discipline & Punishment  |  Degradation/Praise Kink 

 Nipple Orgasms  |  Lactation/Pregnant sex 

 Blade/Gun Play  |  Spanking/Impact play 

 Intoxication/Hypnosis/Aphrodisiacs  |   Dry Humping

 Watersports  |  Begging 

 Food Play  |  Come Play

 Anal Sex/Pegging |  Size Difference

 Omegaverse/Breeding  |  Petplay 

 Massages  |  Temperature Play 

 Facesitting  |  Deepthroating

 Voyeurism/Exhibitionism  |  Getting Caught 

 Spitroasting  |  Double Penetration 

 Casual Sex/FWB  |  Switching Partners 

 Biting/Marking  |  Jealousy/Possessiveness 

 Sex Games/Dares  |  Trying New Positions     

 Cockwarming/Somnophilia  | Foreplay/Aftercare focus

Non-human characters/traits |  Sexual Roleplay 

DIALOGUE LIST:

 "I have no plans of stopping anytime soon."

"You have to say it. Use your words."

"See this? It's going to go inside you."

"Hush now. I'm only trying to help you."

"Let's see how long you can last."

"You know what happens when you do that."

"Maybe I should be punished?"

"Look at you, you're taking it so well."

 "We can go, or we can stay here and fuck."

"And here I thought you were an innocent one."

"Go on, put it in yourself."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Don't tease now. Be nice."

"I want to watch you come just from this."

"Beg me to be gentle."

"You thought you could get away with seducing me?"

"One more orgasm and I'll untie you."

"You look good like that. Thoroughly loved."

"I thought this is what you wanted?"

"I love that you're only making this erotic face for me."

"Poor thing, you're barely standing on your legs."

"Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet."

"That's it, you're doing such a good job."

"I can't stand a second more of not being inside you."

"Did the risk turn you on so much?"

"Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this."

"Come here. I'll make it all better."

"You're breathtaking. It makes me desire you so much."

"Seems like we can't keep our hands to ourselves."

"You feel so good. I don't ever want to stop."

"I've got much more in store for you."

some prompts explained...

Gloryholes - A person inserting their sexual organ through a hole in the wall with the intention to be pleasured from the other side.

Anonymous sex - Here's an idea: masquerade balls.

Orgasm Control - Can include Edging, Forced Orgasms, Orgasm denial.

Make up sex - Sex after an argument.

Mirror sex - Sex in front of a mirror.

Sensory Deprivation - Blocking stimuli from one or more of the senses. Example - Blindfolds.

Dacryphilia - Being turned on by your partner crying during sex.

Sexual Fantasy - Sharing/being made to share about a sexual fantasy, masturbating to a sexual fantasy, or helping your partner live out a sexual fantasy.

Role reversal - Swapping the giving and receiving role during intercourse.

Voyeurism - secretly watching someone participate in sexual activities or do something private and intimate like taking off their clothes.

Watersports - Everything involving pee. Holding it in, Golden showers, etc.

Come play - Anything to do with a partner's cum, for example Come marking.

Spitroasting - A three-way sex act in which a person is penetrated orally and anally/vaginally at the same time.

Omegaverse - A kink-trope-universe build around a hierarchy of biological roles: alphas>betas>omegas.

Somnophilia - Intercourse while a sexual partner is asleep.

FWB - Friends with benefits.

Switching partners - Two or more couples having intercourse at the same time, swapping/switching their partners.

Impact play - Slapping a sexual partner, could be across the face or on their rear.

Sexual roleplay - doctor/patient play, boss/employee play, all kinds of play pretend.

Hope these could be of help! Remember, you can always come ask if something's unclear. Once again, happy creating! ❤

[aeyumicore]

get drunk, get me drunk, drown - william rex

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: william rex x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot, porn with feelings

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 2.5k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, slight dub-con/coercion (william uses his power but mc is very much willing), mutual masturbation, p in v seggs, mc on top, cumming inside, unprotected seggs, lots of pet names, mc/you are kate, lots of praise, drunk sex, william is drunk, multiple orgasmssss

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | translation i referenced

━ ✧.˖ A/N: first ever ikevil fic! a spin off of william’s event story ‘get drunk, get me drunk, drown.’ this is not entirely dialogue and event accurate, as i added my own spin to it to make it flow better as a smut (with the translator’s permission of course @/dark-frosted-heart)

for all my lads girlies, even if you don’t play ikevil you can read this! i would recommend reading the translation linked above first. the only thing you need to know to understand it is that william has the queen of hearts curse which gives him the power of compulsion; he can force others to obey his verbal commands (he can choose which commands are compelled). 

i would also recommend playing ikevil overall…if you’re into darker/real world themes hehe. but be warned it is not necessarily a wallet friendly game, though you can enjoy it without spending, which is what i am doing!

without further ado, my first, of many, ikevil fics <3

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

“My sweet Y/N…cum for me thrice, using only your own hands.”

The serene look on William’s ethereal face was a stark contrast to the sinister edge laced into his deep purr, his words slightly slurred by the expensive liquor Roger had given you to share with him.

Your eyes widen, your lips moving instantly to protest, “Wh-what?! No way!”

But of course, your body was no match for William’s power, obeying his every command. Your fingers crawl to the absolute mess the snow-haired man had made in between your legs. But he wasn’t solely to blame; your body was always so ready to react to his every touch. It was inevitable you’d become so utterly aroused by the way he’d just commanded you to kiss him, the alcohol on his tongue still lingering on your own.

Even if you wanted to stop, it was too late. Your body had already succumbed to William’s alluring demands, seeking out a pleasure that was already on the tip of your consciousness. As your fingers began to work at your sopping clit, William moved to situate himself on the plush armchair across the bed you were sprawled on. 

Even drunk, he moved as elegantly as a swan across the lake surface, sinking into the deep cushion, his hands resting on the armrests and his legs spread wide. His crimson eyes burned into your already scorched body, watching the way you glisten against the extravagant chandelier that hung in his room. 

You pant, back arching off the mattress as your fingers expertly toyed at your clit, in ways that only William, or the influence of WIlliam’s power, knew how to do. 

“What a splendid sight,” William croons, his long sharp ruby-red nails digging into the seams of the armchair. If you weren’t so delirious from the way your fingers pleasured your own body, you might’ve noticed the way William’s chest, peeking out from the undone buttons of his black dress shirt, heaved at the sight of you. Or how his pulse bulged against his ivory skin, his own breath coming out in heedy gasps.

The room was filled with nothing but the filthy wet sounds of your fingers against your slit, and your pathetic attempts to hide your moans.

“Don’t hide. Sing for me, my little robin.”

Your hand was ripped away from your parted lips, your mewls coming out embarrassingly loud and unabashed. William grins in satisfaction, the throbbing bulge in between his lap becoming hard to the point of pain.

“You’re – nghn – cruel,” you cry as your fingers paw at your clit relentlessly. 

“Really? I find myself to be quite charitable…” William says thoughtfully. As if to prove his point, he commands you, the glint in his crimson eyes becoming dangerous, “Put a finger in, darling.”

You cry out when your middle finger penetrates your quivering hole, eyes rolling at the way he’s able to guide you to instantly find your sweetest spots. Areas he had mapped out so thoroughly himself.

“Eyes on me, Y/N,” William commands. With your free hand, your body moves to prop itself up without ever abandoning your pussy. Your limbs feel foreign, in a way you’d become intimately familiar with, having enjoyed William’s powers many a time. 

You gasp as you’re met with the sight of William sitting like an emperor on his throne. He was the King of Villains in every sense of the word, especially now as he held his bare cock in his hand, languidly pumping up and down as he watched you pleasure yourself on his command. 

The color of his pale pink erection against his deep red nails is hypnotizing, the veins darkened under his long and slender fingers. He is so incredibly hard, a milky stream of precum already dribbling down his shaft, catching and pooling at his fingers. His free hand still rests against the arms of the chair, his fingers gently tapping at the luxurious material. Almost as if his will-power is teetering on the edge.

It’s so unbelievably erotic, watching him pleasure himself to the sight of you writhing helplessly on his bed, that you find yourself careening over the edge violently. When his eyes catch yours, the amusement and need evident in the reflection of his vermillion irises, you come undone. Your back arches, toes curling into the comforter, as your fingers work you into an absolute frenzy. 

“Ngh – ahh!” you cry out as you cum, your hands drenched in your arousal. You want to throw your head back, but your eyes stay locked on William as you submit to your orgasm, just how he’d ordered. He continues to fist himself, nails digging into the chair, pants haphazardly pulled slightly down to give himself better access.

Even as your body reels with overstimulation, your fingers don’t stop. 

“I came!” you cry, “Please let me stop.”

“I said three times,” comes William’s simple response, his lips curled up into a devilishly charming and sly grin that lets you know there’s absolutely no way you’re getting out of this. 

—

You’re a screaming teary-eyed mess when you finally do cum for the third time. Your fingers finally relent, and your body goes slack. You melt into the plush bed, nearly passing out right then and there, only snapping back to consciousness when William speaks, still at his seat in the armchair.

“You’re not allowed to pass out until I’m satisfied.”

You groan, a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through your ragged body, “William, please.”

“Did you not say you would take responsibility for whatever happens when I get intoxicated?”

You groan as your previous words come back to bite you in the ass. Though your thighs quiver, you can feel a fire being rekindled in your gut at William’s hoarse words, his composure coming undone as he continues to stare at the beautiful glimmering slick between your shaking legs. 

But even with the influence of his power, William waits for your approval before going further. When you finally look up shyly, giving him a slow nod of approval, he finally purrs.

“Come here, my beloved.”

Even without the undeniable command of his power, your body finds itself crawling across the bed to him, clambering off and walking the short distance to the chair he still sits on.

He truly was the King of Villains, and he was inviting you to sit on his throne.

You climb atop of William’s awaiting lap, straddling him as he gently places his hands on the plush of your hips, his beautifully dark eyes looking up at you expectantly.

“Well? Will you take responsibility for this?”

William takes the base of his cock into his hands, stroking it lazily in front of your naval, his other hand still gripping your waist, his sharp nails digging into you. 

You bite your lip at the erotic sight, already feeling your body ready yourself to take him, in all his thick and imposing glory. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, and nod, suddenly feeling shy, as if William hadn’t just watched you commit the most filthy acts to yourself.

“Perfect little robin,” he murmurs. You’re fully expecting him to command you to position himself at your sex, command you to ride him until your thighs physically give out. 

But you squeak in surprise when William hoists you up, his long fingers wrapping around your waist. Without another warning he impales you onto himself, letting out a drawn out growl of ecstasy as he sinks you all the way down to his thighs. 

“William!” you screech, your body struggling to accommodate his girth, despite the countless times he’d taken you like this, “Ngh – oh…”

“That’s it, my heart,” he coos, his voice annoyingly smooth even as he fills you completely. Within himself fully seated inside you, his cockhead nudging against your cervix, he forgeos all attempts to maintain his collected demeanor. After all, there’s nothing William believes in more than being honest with one’s desires, with their heart. 

He curses, something the refined nobleman rarely ever did, “My love, I fear…I cannot hold back tonight.”

Your chest tightens at the desperation in his guttural plea, and you find yourself more excited than ever, even after three orgasms, “Then don’t, William.”

William stares at you for a fleeting moment, a dark flash of blood red hunger flickering in his equally ruby eyes.

Without letting another breath so much as escape your kiss bitten lips, he begins to bounce you on his lap. With the help of his hands gripping your plush waist, he uses his strong thighs to start rocking you onto him, the mess of your previous climaxes smearing onto his lap. His pants had long been discarded, leaving him bare against your soiled thighs. 

“Can you feel how perfectly we fit, my love?”

You nod fervently as he bounces you shamelessly on top of him, his tip reaching right against your cervix at every thrust. Your eyes are screwed shut, so you don’t see the way William watches you, in an absolute trance. 

William only grows harder at the sight of your face screwed in utter pleasure, his beautiful little robin bouncing so wildly, so eager to indulge in the pleasures of his body. So eager to please him.

“Ngh – ah! William…”

Even in his drunken state, only sobering slightly after watching yourself toy with yourself, William is capable of giving you so much ecstasy. He grips your body effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing at all, while he rocks into you, chasing a pleasure only you can give him. 

With your eyes shut, you don’t see William lowering his face onto the swell of your exposed breasts, his teeth nipping at the soft mound of flesh. Your eyes blink open drearily as he trails a path of wet kisses down to your nipples.

“W-Will,” you gasp, choking on your stuttering breaths, back arching into him, pushing your breasts further into his face.

William chuckles, speaking in between suckling at your soft delicious skin, “Yes?”

“Ngh – feels…” you sigh, clinging onto his toned shoulders as he indulges further in your breasts. You’re rendered speechless when his hand finds your neck, fingers wrapping into your disheveled hair. His other hand seeks out the space between your bodies, finding your slick covered nub, still quivering with a sated exhaustion.

“Hm…can’t speak Y/N?” William smirks into your skin, as he begins to pound you particularly hard onto his lap. Your thighs sting at the impact, but it’s only a fleck of pain compared to the boundless euphoria William’s body bestows upon yours.

“Tell me how it feels.”

Your eyes widen as the words are pulled out of your lips, your tongue moving fluidly against his command, “Feel s’full Will, like I might die. You feel s-so good inside me. Never want to – nghn – stop.”

“Keep going.”

Your tongue moves on its own accord once more, spilling your filthiest thoughts for the Cursed below you, “Nothing, n-no one, can make me feel better than you can.“ 

“Ngh — ah….I love you William.” 

Your cheeks burn at the way he pulls the deepest truths out of you, shame and humility a long forgotten concept. You bury your face into his neck in sheer embarrassment.

William’s heart pounds against your body, reveling in your sweet filthy words and your adoring confession. 

He’d never tire of hearing you confess your love for him. 

“And I love you.”

William bites his cheek as you tighten at his words, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow as the feeling drives him closer to his first orgasm of the night. In his drunken state, he can hardly control himself any longer. 

He’s careful with his words when he makes his final demand, “I want you to cum for me, my love.” But he doesn’t use his power, wanting you to cum on your own accord, fueled by nothing but his body and not by his power. 

His soft plea sends you over the edge, your nails digging into his shoulder as you teeter over into the abyss of your fourth climax. William supports you through it, cooing sweet words into your ears as he continues to flick at your clit. 

“That’s it, Y/N. That’s my beautiful girl. Just like that.” 

You whimper into him, your soft mewls driving him insane. At the apex of your orgasm, your lower body coils so tightly, forcing William to cum with you. He releases with a strangled moan, his essence filling you deeply. It’s hot, plentiful, and thick as it coats your vibrating walls. 

“Take it all, my love,” William demands, again without his power, wanting you to accept him on your own. And you do so happily, willingly, desperately.

Having children wasn’t something you and William had ever discussed, but he couldn’t help filling you to the brim. And you couldn’t help but shiver in satisfaction at the feeling of being so utterly filled with his milky essence. The idea of him sharing himself with you so willingly and intimately made your heart throb, your body tightening against him, wringing every last drop of him into you.

Your bodies heave together as you ride out your orgasms with one another. William grinds himself into you, gently enough where the overstimulation isn’t too much, but desperately enough where your toes curl against his knees. Your fingers unwittingly clench into a fist as they rest on his chest, trying to withstand the feeling of his member still nudged against your sore cervix.

William smiles to himself, gently unfurling your fist so he can hold your smaller hand in his slender fingers, stroking your soft skin under the pads of his thumb. With his soothing and adoring touch working literal magic on your exhausted body, your eyelids start to droop, your body losing consciousness as you listen to his steady heartbeat.

William’s chest clenched as he watched you doze off, your face looking so breathtakingly angelic and tranquil. You looked so peaceful that he nearly wanted to carry you to his bed and let you rest. 

Nearly.

So when he does set you on his bed, he shakes you awake and he leans down to whisper in your ear. His breath is hot against your neck, making you shiver into consciousness. Your body arches into him as he hovers above you, and you feel his cock press into your stomach, realizing he is still very much erect. 

“W-Will?” you whisper groggily

“No passing out until I’m satisfied, remember?” William murmurs, licking at your pulse. 

You feel a splash of adrenaline coursing through your veins, suddenly more awake than ever. You moan, your body submitting to William’s power-fueled command.

He smiles into your skin, feeling your renewed consciousness at his whims. He presses a wet kiss into your collar, “That’s it, my dear little robin.”

William would never hurt you, that much you were absolutely certain of, but as his lips trailed down your naked body, you knew getting William this intoxicated was a mistake. 

There was no way you’d make it out of tonight alive. 

And yet, every cell in your body knew you’d enjoy each second of it.

© aeyumicore 2024.

.ᐟ✧ THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND AO3. i am not @/aeyumicores or @/aeyumiicore or any variations of my blog name.

✧.˖ i do not permit translations or reposts of my work on tumblr, ao3, or others. please do not reuse my blogpost headers, dividers, or layouts. these are original designs of my own.

[blaire-apricity]

LADS Plushies

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘊?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : ��𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

The first thing Xavier does is gawk at it, blinking in surprise. He turns the plushie over with care, examining every detail of the creature that so closely resembles you.

He starts poking its cheek, imagining it's your own, a small playful smile tugging at his lips. His eyes light up, filled with tender amusement.

Passersby notice his expression—an uncharacteristically satisfied and innocent smile gracing his face—as he gazes at the plushie.

He looks like a child who has opened their Christmas present early, filled with pure contentment.

Xavier takes the plushie everywhere with him, unable to bear being apart from it.

Instinctively, he holds it close, his protective instincts kicking in as if the plushie were the real you.

He might even tuck it into his pocket as he scouts new places or hunts for Wanderers, a small but significant token of comfort.

The plushie reminds him so much of you, making him feel as if you were with him at all times.

The best part is how soft and fluffy the plushie is, like a miniature pillow. He often rests his head on it, finding comfort in the softness.

As he lies down, he imagines it is your lap beneath him, a peaceful and soothing thought.

He definitely brags about it to Jeremiah.

"Look, it's Y/n," he says, with the plushie perched proudly on his head.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Normally, Zayne doesn't care for plushies, nor does he like to keep one.

Unless, of course, it is from you. Or, more specifically, if it is you in a miniature fluff form.

With his usual aloof and cold demeanor, he examines the plushie, gripping it with one hand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Unlike Xavier, he doesn't carry it with him everywhere.

But the plushie always has a place in his office, a silent but constant presence.

Sitting alone at his desk, Zayne sighs, massaging his temples as he finishes surgery after surgery, glancing at the plushie of you seated on his table.

'Well, it’s like having her in pocket-size. Cute,' he thinks to himself, a rare softness in his words.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel immediately takes several photos of the plushie, capturing its likeness from every angle.

Feeling inspired by this miniature work of art, he might sketch or paint it, blending his artistic talents with his affection.

He proudly shows it off, exclaiming, "It's Miss Bodyguard in plushie form!"

As he works on his latest masterpiece, he places the plushie somewhere prominent, ensuring it is always in his line of sight.

Talking to it as if it were the real you, he shares his thoughts and ideas, finding comfort in the imagined conversations.

He doesn't feel odd about this; heck, he’s quite proud of his little confidant.

Thomas might overhear him and think, "Maybe it's a normal artist thing," shrugging off Rafayel's eccentricities.

He definitely calls you, plushie in hand, the excitement evident in his voice. "Y'know, I'd rather have the real thing, but this is a close second."

·❆　　　❆　❅　　　　•　　　　.　　　　　❆❆• 　·　.　　　❅

ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ: ᴋɪᴍɪ ɴɪ ᴀɪsᴀʀᴇᴛᴇ ɪᴛᴀᴋᴀᴛᴛᴀ

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑂𝐶 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑍𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑙, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒.

[sylus-shivanika]

Let's talk about Sylus's recent secret time, "Heatwave."

Sylus—the man who lived his life all alone, who never received comfort or warmth when he was sick, and who is at constant risk of showing vulnerability because of his many enemies. He has always been a hyper-independent person, believing he can handle everything on his own. Imagine living a lonely and dangerous life, yet deep down, there’s an unhealed inner child secretly longing for comfort and warmth when sick. It’s heartbreakingly tragic.

When he says, "No one is allowed here," it’s because he doesn’t want to show his vulnerable state. He’s convinced he won’t receive any comfort, but then he sees MC. That’s when he realizes—she is the exception. She can give him the warmth and care he’s always needed.

And the way he asks, "Let me use your lap as a pillow," "Be gentle," and "Hold me"—it’s as if he transforms into a needy and clingy person, allowing his wounded inner child to seek healing. When he refuses to take medicine because it's bitter, it's like he's finally letting himself act stubborn, just like a child who wants to be taken care of. Gosh, I will never get over the fact that he acted like a baby! This is such a rare and beautiful side of our beloved Onychinus leader.

Then, we see his possessive side emerge:

He asks, "What's on your neck? You were putting on lipstick, and it accidentally got here." Then he kisses her neck and says, "I won’t believe that."

The way he questions the lipstick—almost as if he’s making an excuse for why her neck is marked—shows how much it bothers him to think of someone else being close to her. Even if she says it was an accident, he chooses not to believe her, because deep down, he wants to believe there’s something more—something his.

And the kiss? That’s both a possessive act and a desperate attempt to feel connected to her. It’s as if he’s silently saying, “You’re mine,” even though he refuses to acknowledge how much he truly cares.

This scene captures Sylus fighting so hard to maintain control while unknowingly revealing his feelings—his jealousy, his possessiveness, his desire for her. He’s caught between protecting himself and letting his emotions slip through the cracks. It’s raw, messy, and powerful.

And then, he calls her "Ice pack."

That’s such a soft Sylus moment! He’s still holding on to his tough persona, but his tenderness seeps through. Calling her "Ice pack" is his way of keeping things casual, but it also shows how much he craves her care. And when he asks her to hold him—that’s a huge step. He’s letting go of his usual control to let her in.

Finally, when he says, "We should have done this earlier," it feels like he’s realizing, maybe for the first time, that it’s okay to be vulnerable with her.

Our Sylus is finally allowing himself to be open, little by little.❤️

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hello! May I request Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos with an MC who had a crush on Barbatos, but hides it? Not very well, like you could tell they like him but they want to stay civil just in case Barbatos doesn’t like them back, that kind of thing.

If not that’s completely fine! Thank you!

Hello! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Lucifer's, Diavolo's and Barbatos' reactions to MC having a crush on Barbatos

Contains: Fluff

GN! reader

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The fantastic tree Vs MC's attraction to butlers

You tried to be composed. Tried was the keyword, but your cheeks warmed whenever Barbatos looked your way, and your pulse sped up when he came close. The others noticed these tell-tale signs, though you hoped you were subtle. The situation could be… a bit embarrassing, after all. What if Barbatos didn’t feel the same way?

Lucifer:

Lucifer wasn’t blind. He had noticed how your gaze lingered a little too long on Barbatos or the way you’d fluster slightly when the butler was around. In classic Lucifer style, he remained outwardly neutral, but deep down, he found it rather amusing. In his mind, he didn’t doubt that Barbatos was aware of it, too. After all, nothing escaped Barbatos's attention.

One day, Lucifer decided to tease you a bit. “You seem a little… off today. Is there something on your mind?” His voice was even, yet there was a glint in his eyes.

Your cheeks colored instantly. “Oh, no! Just… thinking about, uh, some things,” you stammered, averting your eyes.

“Is that so?” Lucifer’s lips curved slightly as he leaned back, looking amused. “I imagine some things can be quite distracting.” He let the words linger just enough to make you glance nervously in Barbatos's direction. Lucifer’s smirk only deepened.

Diavolo:

Diavolo was nothing short of delighted by the entire situation. He’d picked up on your bashful glances early on and found it charming. For him, it was a rare source of entertainment in an otherwise regimented day of royal duties. Diavolo had a soft spot for you, and a little innocent teasing wouldn’t hurt.

One day, as you all gathered for tea, Diavolo nudged you with a knowing grin. “You always seem so polite around Barbatos,” he said warmly. “It’s sweet how you hold him in such high regard.”

Your face turned red as you tried to laugh it off, saying, “Oh, well, Barbatos is… He’s… a remarkable butler.” You fumbled with your words as Diavolo chuckled. “Indeed, he is.”

He looked to Barbatos, hoping his loyal friend might catch on, but Barbatos maintained his usual serene expression. Still, Diavolo was certain Barbatos wasn’t unaware of your little crush.

Barbatos:

Barbatos had indeed noticed. He was too perceptive not to. The subtle hints in your body language, the occasional stammer, or the way your gaze lingered before you quickly looked away—it didn’t take long for him to catch on.

Barbatos respected your desire to stay composed and civil, and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But he couldn’t deny he was somewhat intrigued. He found your earnestness endearing, and perhaps he even felt a hint of warmth himself.

One day, as you were in the kitchen together, you almost dropped a tray when Barbatos leaned in to help you with the teapot. He gave you a gentle smile. “Do be careful. I would hate to see you hurt yourself.”

The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, but you tried to nod coolly. “Of course, Barbatos. Thank you.” You barely managed to get the words out.

Barbatos’s calm, kind smile lingered as he took in your flustered expression. He spoke in his soft voice, “It’s always a pleasure working with someone so… attentive.” His words were vague but held a subtle hint that made your cheeks flush even deeper.

Later that day…

Lucifer and Diavolo exchanged a knowing glance. Diavolo chuckled and leaned toward Lucifer. “I have to admit, this situation is more entertaining than I expected.”

Lucifer smirked. “Indeed. Though I suspect Barbatos will handle it with his usual grace.”

Diavolo nodded, watching your attempts to avoid Barbatos’s gaze with growing amusement. “Let’s just say, I think we’ll see some interesting developments very soon.”

---

Barbatos, meanwhile, simply observed you from across the room, an almost imperceptible smile on his face. He had all the time in the world, and he was more than willing to see where this went.

[beneathashadytree]

ENAMORED - ZAYNE LI X READER

Warnings : chubby!reader, slightly suggestive at the start, making out, body image issues & insecurities, autistic!Zayne, mentions of sex, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : hurt/comfort for the soul 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

Word count : 1.6K words

Additional notes : This was commissioned by one of my lovely mutuals, and I’m so thankful for the opportunity to discuss self-love and portray more diverse body types. As someone who’s on the heavier side, I’d always struggled with my own perception of my attractiveness, often stopping myself before anything because I worried too much what my partner would think. So writing this was pretty therapeutic🥹💗

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It was impossible for her to think straight when Zayne’s all-consuming presence permeated all her senses. Not when she could smell his cologne and body wash all over her. Not when his hazy eyes, half-closed with pleasure as they met hers, drove her mad. Not when every single low sigh and impassioned whisper of her name was akin to casting a spell on her. And especially not when his soft lips were on hers, swallowing her every moan and tasting like sugar and every sweet thing she could’ve ever imagined, and yet something so distinctly him.

He was everywhere, his weight on top of her both reassuring and stimulating to the point of bringing her nerves to the fraught edge. Every inch of him that brushed up against her barely-clothed self warmed her skin and deepened her flush, and she was impossibly aware of how his calloused palms stroked her hip and her jaw like he couldn’t bear to be parted from her. And he kissed her like her absence was sin; like breaking apart for air would rob him of his own senses.

She’d never seen him so wound up and yet so molten. It was hard to believe that this was Zayne, the same man she’d once thought to be frigid. Now, when he was chasing her lips then nuzzling into her neck to sharply inhale with a rattling breath—as if she were his undoing—she knew that he was a raging inferno, and that she’d be the only one to see him like this, so rattled by how much he needed her.

“Zayne, closer,” she mumbled into his ear, her eyes hot with emotion. She craved him just as much, her hand reaching behind him to tug at the back of his shirt, pushing him closer and closer against her, crying out loud as his teeth grazed against her pulse point in her neck. Zayne’s tongue was quick to soothe that ache, though she wondered if he knew just how much he kindled the one between her thighs. Merely kissing was never enough; could never be enough when she desired him to the depths of her.

He pulled back momentarily to squeeze her hips, hungrily kissing her again and caressing his way back up her sides, deft fingers toying with the strap of her nightgown. She couldn’t hold back her shiver, his ghost of a touch more enticing than anything ever was. His tongue, twining with hers, spelled out her name, and she twirled the soft strands of hair at the back of his neck in an attempt to ground herself.

Then his finger had swiftly pulled the thin silk strap down to her arm, her heaving breasts beginning to spill out of the flimsy fabric, and with the slight chilliness of air on every inch of skin exposed, she quickly sobered up and stilled in place, her joints almost instantly locking. Zayne—sweet, observant Zayne who’d always had his eyes on her and knew her like he knew himself—frowned a little and broke their halted kiss, a look of concern washing over his face.

“Everything alright?” His voice was rougher than usual, and his face was a burning red she’d never get accustomed to, but the worry he’d always had for her was still there.

Stiffening at his question, she angled herself away from his gaze. After all, how does one explain that the whole idea of sex was still daunting? How do you voice something like that, without causing your partner to misunderstand it as rejection of their advances—or worse, a lack of attraction?

Because gods, did she find him otherworldly beautiful. How could she not, when she had eyes and a heart to see him with? How could she not, when he spoke her name like a prayer, and worshiped her at the altar like a goddess divine? How could she not, when his muscles rippled even beneath layers of clothing, and his eyes burned like they only ever saw her?

But then how could she explain how foreign the concept of sex was to her, not out of a lack of wanting—because she knew he was the one thing she’d ever wanted to fully claim, possess even with a maddening love—but out of a deeply-ingrained fear?

“Darling,” he called out to her in a voice ever-so-soft, and only then did she notice that she’d completely frozen up, and that he’d pulled back from on top of her, just one hand carefully brushing at her cheek as he regarded her with all the care in the world. “Is something wrong?” Pausing in his ministrations, a hesitant look made its way on his face. “Have I done something?”

Struggling to find her voice, she cleared her throat once, then twice. “No, no. Not you, honestly. Just… me. Something in my head, ‘s all.”

Again that uncertainty flashed in those hazel eyes, and he simply said, “If you don’t want this—”

“I do,” she breathed out, her voice a little reedier now. She didn’t want him to deny her love for him, the sheer need she’d always carried like a precious flame in her heart. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she tried to silence the scattered noises in her head. “Stupid self-consciousness. That’s all.”

Zayne’s expression shifted to one of genuine confusion. “Of what? I’m not exactly experienced either, given that you’re the only person I’ve ever been with, or wanted, for that matter. I don’t expect things to be perfect.”

“Not that,” she whispered, discomfort tingling underneath her skin at the prospect of unpacking what she’d stowed away in a corner of her mind, hoping to will it away as time went on. “Just about my body, my appearance… things like that.”

Something akin to incredulity made Zayne’s eyes grow wide for a few seconds, as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing; couldn’t imagine that she could have thoughts like these. His expression was then schooled to its placid calmness as he cupped her jaw. “I told you that I think you’re the most beautiful person in every room. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

She chuckled weakly, her eyes refusing to meet his. If they did, she knew she’d lose all the courage she’d barely mustered in the first place. “It’s one thing to see me dressed up, another to see my stomach rolls and big thighs in person and still find me attractive.”

Zayne simply shook his head, and a lump formed in her throat at the affectionate look in his eyes and the slight upwards quirk of his kiss-swollen lips. “All the more to love, but no less beautiful.” Perhaps he was doing it subconsciously, but the way his thumb drifted to gently caress underneath her breasts—like even the folds and creases underneath the silk there were worthy of his reverence—made her feel so seen, wholeheartedly.

“Does it,” she faltered, then went on as she glanced at his hands tracing her curves with all the fondness in the world, her own resting on his chest over his racing heart, “Does it really not matter to you?”

“If it doesn’t matter, then I’m not acknowledging it in the first place.” Zayne huffed out a chuckle, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to the exposed top of her breasts, humming into her skin and sending her brain into a frenzy with every searing kiss and every languid stroke of his palm against her tummy. “Which couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m too aware of your body. Just… for an entirely different reason.” His voice was barely more than muttering now, intense eyes like green aventurine seeing her right to her core that yearned for him. “Being that it makes me want you more, all the time. Does that upset you?”

Something ignited at his words, something long dormant that she’d almost given up on, and she rushed to shake her head. She couldn’t put a finger on what it was that made her heart swell to twice its size, nor could she name that feeling of being so utterly overwhelmed with the unconditional love she’d dreamed of at night, seeing his eyes and his precious smile all for her when she closed her eyes.

Whatever it was, Zayne read it in her vulnerable expression and her pliant softness in his hands. Humming contentedly, he pushed himself back up to press fleeting, impossibly tender kisses to her eyelids, thumbs swiping at the tears dotting her lash-line and leaving feather-light kisses there too. “Then I’ll prove it to you some other day. For now, let’s sleep.”

For a moment, her eyes flitted downwards, and she worriedly began to protest. “But Zayne, you’re still—!”

A chaste peck to her lips silenced her, and he shook his head before settling into the mattress beside her, his voice carrying the weight of an unspoken vow. “We’ve got the rest of our lives for that.” Zayne’s fingers found her brows, brushing them back to ease the frown off her face, and somehow—like his touch was magic ensnaring her—it melted away into what she knew was a lovesick expression. Her heart was hammering away in her ribcage, half disbelieving of how he’d managed to make her love him even more. “I won’t want you any less in eight hours, when I can indulge in you for a longer time.”

And though the night had ended with a layer of clothing between them, with significantly less escalation than she’d predicted as they curled into each other’s warmth under the sheets and their breaths evened out, this was perhaps the most intimate she’d ever been with another person. Slipping into a deep slumber, her fingers curling into his scarred palm, she felt beyond grateful for the idea that of all people, it was with Zayne she’d fallen hopelessly in love with.

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[quarterlifekitty]

a moment of your time because i thought of something so silly and incredibly reader self indulgent

basically the good ole boys from the 141 take a vacation - "team bonding!" says captain, it'll be good for them he figures

so he takes his lads out to a nice lakehouse in his family something he was happy to keep in the divorce

and immediately lads go off to do their own things; gaz is hiking and getting pics for his insta, price is fishing and drinking and enjoying the peace, soap finds his enjoyment swimming or lake boarding, and ghost... well, he's doing what he does best (aka avoiding getting sunburnt lol)

this is where reader comes in - she's there on vacation and ends up saddling up to the boys one on one throughout the week. more than likely quickly falling into bed with any number of them - maybe even all of them - all unknown to the other until the guys get together a couple nights before heading out and start talking about some sweet, young birdie that caught their eye. only to slowly but surely piece together they've fucked the same lass and poor reader has no clue these guys know each other either, she just thought she got so lucky to find such handsome gents

seems only fitting to the 141 to end the last night at the lakehouse with a bang they figure, can't just let a lil lady that fits all of them get away so easily

Wow. I can’t believe I thought I was having sex, when really I was participating in a four-stage interview. Disgusting.

This is giving otome game + bonus/secret ending imo

[jayhyunglover]

I trusted you and you doomed us all , just for her.

Inspired by Rafayel's lore.

SeaGod Rafayel! × Non mc Reader!

Not proofread . I just wanted to get it out of my chest before it's too late.

Warnings: angst angst angst

It's been 800 years already,  yet I still remember everything clearly like it was yesterday. His endless teasing , his contagious laugh , those amethyst eyes , those purples locks.

I remember everything so clearly,  the pain , the cries, the heartbreak,  the love.

"Slow down you dumb fish" I exclaimed, struggling to keep up with his pace while he swam effortlessly in the deep water.

"Hey it's not my fault if you're slower than a sea cucum- Ouch! What was that for" he masaged his forehead where a wave of water splashed his face.

"You know that's no way to treat your God" he shook his head before crossing his arms over his chest, amethyst eyes filled with mock offense

"I'll start treating you like a God when you start to behave like one" I retorted swimming past him to observe the ruin of the human ship he wanted to show me.

"So bossy Seaweed head" he teased earning a glare from me

"Why did you even take me here for ? Dont you have to get ready for your upcoming ceremony?" I asked with an exasperated sigh running my hand against the hard planes of the ship.

"Oh you know I like to spend time with my favorite follower" he teased, following behind me making my heart beat faster.

He's just toying with your sanity.

"So what is that?" I asked knocking on the wood

"Its a ship" he replied

"An human's invention" I looked at him unimpressed.

Rafayel had a weird fascination with everything related to the surface and those weird creatures called humans.

"You really need to stop frowning all the time you're gonna looks like Gran Galea" he pinched my cheeks making me swat his hands away

"And you need to stop being so interested to the surface." I retorted trying my best to sound stern to someone who's supposed to be the God I worship .

"Let's get going before Galea starts cussing out the Corails because of our late arrival" I said  before starting swimming back to the palace excepting him to follow me but he stayed there gazing up at the water with a longing look ok his face

"Rafayel ?" I called out for him making his pink-blues eyes snap back at me.

"Go ahead I'll join you later" he offered me a small smile but I knew that look, he was planning something .

Not wanting to be even more late than I was already I just shrugged and left

Rafayel could get away with being late but not me unfortunately.

"Y/n finally I've been searching for you everywhere" Gran Galea exclaimed already dragging me in the midst of preparations.

...*...*...*...*...*...*...

It was the event of the century,  one that plagued every Lemurian's mind. The ceremony where Rafayel will officially become a SeaGod

Yes this same Rafayel who annoyed the pearls out of me , this same  Rafayel I threatened to castrate multiple time , this  same Rafayel I fought countless time over the last piece of Lobster . This same Rafayel who teased me endlessly because I couldn't cry Pearls until I cried Rivers of them.

It was hard for me to wrap my head around the fact this purple haired individual was supposed to be our leader.

This same leader I literally threatened to not go to the surface alone because I knew how stubborn he could be.

"Promise me"

"But-" I shot him a dirty  look that made him reliatate "Ok fine" he huffed crossing his arms over his chest "you know you're such a bossy sea cucum-"

"Call me that again and I'll rip your scales off  in your sleep" I threatened making him chuckle and pat my hair affectionately

"Stop" I groaned swatting his hands away

"And a feisty one too" he teased pinching my cheeks making me grumble

All of those were distant , beautiful memories.  Because me and Rafayel never went to the surface together. The ceremony never went to term and he never became officially a SeaGod.

All because of her , This sacrifice.

Why ? I always wondered.  Why did he threw anything away for her? Why did abandoned us , me , our homeland? Leaving behind an ocean of heartache and sorrow

It's been 800 years now . I should have forgotten about it. The pain , the cries, the heartbreak. But it stayed with me. Engrained in my brain , haunting my days and nights.

I lost my people, my homeland,  watched my own blood getting slaughtered and mistreated by those humans , the same kind that fascinated him , the same kind as her . The one he sacrificed everything for.

"Why?" I asked tears streaming down my face that turned into clear, untainted pearls, blade pressed against the pale skin of his neck.

I was met with a deadly silence,  he was not angry or sad just resigned . As if he knew he messed up. He knew the reason of the downfall of Lemuria and I did too . Deep down I knew.

His hand came up to brush a pearl off my cheeks.

"You're still such a crybaby, seaweed head" he murmured, his voice so uncharestically soft, the sound making my heart constrict.

"Tell me" I pressed the blade harder against his skin voice bordering on desperate "why did you abandon us?"

No answer again because he knew I knew why he did this . Because I felt it too.

Love .

Such a dangerous thing for a Lemurian. Something that can make you go unimaginable length. Such as sacrificing an entire Empire and drive a civilization to his downfall.

"Love" I laughed bitterly "I trusted you and you doomed us all, just for her, just for love " my vision was now foggy ,my heart twisting in pain.

Love, such a dangerous thing , even worse when it's not reciprocated,  even worse when the person you loved was ready to sacrifice everything for another,  another that wasnt you , that will never be you because after all he's a God and you are just his follower.

@jinwoosbabyboo @poisonf0rest @yourlocalcatscammer

[coffee-and-tea-time]

 Lovesick! Patient x Reader.

Can't you stay longer? ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨♡

Yes, you can…ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨♡

Coffee speaking! This is planned as a unwilling to willing but this part is with a full unwilling reader and Tea is healthy again :D so y'all also are less likely to find weird things in the posts lol

Hello! Tea speaking! Since 7UP is already uploaded (we gotta find them names later), it's now turn for my favorite! (Pepsi is better than Coke and you can fight me on that)

tw: yandere behavior, threats, this place should have better security, kidnapping?, deaths of a random person, unwilling reader, written in you/yours

It was only a cold, you just need to go to the hospital to get the certificate and maybe some paracetamol and then leave, easy, isn't it?

As you walk through the hallways of the hospital, you turn left, having a hard time trying to find your way yourself in this big hospital. It seems like your sense of orientation failed this time, as you bump into a man who is dressed in one of those hospital gowns patients wear.

“I’m so sorry sir, I-”

When you were just about to explain your situation, the look of the man before your eyes makes you shut the fuck up really quickly, his blue eyes looking at you seem off but the toothy smile creeping out of his face makes it looks even scarier… oh dear, what have you stepped into?

“I can’t believe they let you in without somebody to guard you… I’m really happy, I can’t believe I found my darling in such an abrupt manner”

You don’t understand half of his words, but one thing is for sure, you have to run as far as you can from this lunatic, but an unexpectedly quick grip on your wrists and a forceful pull towards the room he came from makes it impossible to scape.

The room is the usual hospital room with stretcher for patients to sleep on and medical equipment, you wonder how it can be that there's no doctor or nurse in sight to ask to supervise their patients, but you don’t have a lot of time to meditate about how bad the personal of the hospital is as the man makes you sit on a chair that was close to one of the beds.

“Oh, you are so so precious, for the first time in my life I’m really grateful for my luck; I promise to take care of you, the nurses can bring anything you want from outside the hospital gates… We can always break out of this place”

He says such a terrifying thing in such a loving tone that it makes you doubt your own mind for a moment, he doesn't seem like he's gonna harm you as he kneels to wrap his arms around you in a tender and caring hug as you keep sitting.

You take the chance, since he is too focused on hugging you and murmuring sweetly, to take a peek around the room to see if there's anything you can use, it seems like a room that was used some days ago, your eye catches some broken things on the corner of the room, making you wonder what happened here, but you can't afford be lost in your thoughts here, it may end up badly if you make the wrong move, you don’t have that much of an option though since you don’t know how stable this man is.

So, you scream, you scream bloody murder until you almost go out of oxygen in your lungs.

what a useless attempt to seek for help

“Mm? Did something happen Darling? Why did you suddenly scream so loudly? Did you get hurt on any part of your body? Do you need something? Maybe you want some kisses to ease your mind?”

Is he dumb?

You can’t help but look at him dumbfounded as he holds your face reassuringly. Then, a nurse enters the room and you don't waste the opportunity and start talking to them in a quick peace due to the nervousness of what will come.

“Excuse me, I had an appointed but ended up kind of lost and then here in this weird situation, I probably should go head home already”

The nurse looks kind of confused by the situation, but the pity in their eyes is noticeable as they quickly get closer, eager to help.

“I’m so sorry about this, I’m new here so I don’t know much but for some reason there is a warning about not wandering around here more that necessary, you must have been in a panic to see that no workers come here”

You foolishly calm down by their gentle voice as they attempt to get closer with a sympathetic smile from the black haired man, which gets up to stand in front of you while facing the nurse, preventing them from getting close to you.

“You are not gonna take my darling anywhere, my dear just got a little scared for a moment, we don’t need you here to bother”

“Sir, you need to go to your room, this person is not an inpatient, they have no reason to be here, there’s no need to make a fuss about this, so now you need to move aside so I ca-”

oh

You watch in shock as the man takes out a scalpel, the world seems to go into slow motion for a moment just to turn into high-speed a second later, you end up front seat to see how the man stabs the nurse’s neck and then quickly go for their chest, aiming for the heart, without blinking as his white clothes gets stained with red.

“Please forgive me Dear, it wasn’t my intention to show this kind of gruesome spectacle to your pretty eyes, let me guide you to my room, you can sleep there to forget all about this annoying insect, I can sing you a lullaby if that helps, I'm pleased to help”

He says as he gets closer to you again leaving the corpse behind him, lifting you up into his arms, not even seeming to be struggling with your weight, which took you by surprise as you grip him fearing you'll fall off, you don’t trust this man but you really don’t want to taste his patience or self proclaimed ‘love’ for you.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[onyourowndaisymae]

seventy-two pacts

have some sol thirst (i would go feral if this were me)

content + warnings: suggestive, solomon x reader, solomon has visible pact marks and reader does too

word count: 462

"damn."

the word comes out quickly, before you can even think. you cover your mouth in embarrassment-- justified, considering you couldn't keep your reaction in-- but you can't peel your eyes away.

solomon's peeling off his shirt. in the midst of joking around and pouring some for you two to enjoy, he'd knocked the rim of one of the glasses against the bottle, spilling it all down the front of his shirt. so, to avoid soaking himself further, he immediately began to take the long sleeved garment off.

then you said it, and now he's frozen, shirt halfway off.

can you blame yourself, though? you've seen your fair share of shirtless men, as is expected when living in the chaos of the house of lamentation. but they're all smooth-skinned and flawless. some of them have a couple of scars here and there from the great celestial war. their muscles were obviously impressive in their own right. but they all missed something that solomon had-- something you're just now seeing for the first time.

swirling black lines run across his pale skin, curling around muscles, decorating the smooth planes of skin in intricate designs. from across the table, you can make out little latin characters. pact marks. a lot of them. the ornate symbols decorate the exposed part of his lower abdomen, luring you in with strange words and beautiful lines before disappearing beneath his beltline. do they-- do they follow his v-line? holy shit, you're about to start drooling--

"haha, mc, my eyes are up here!"

his charming, light laugh catches your attention. his eyes are sparkling with mirth, lips curled into a cheshire grin as he removes the rest of his shirt and bunches it in his hand.

the pact marks dance up across his broad shoulders and down his arms. they're gorgeous, arcane and mystical as they sprawl down his biceps and spill onto his forearms. you've seen his sleeves rolled up before, so you knew he had a few pact marks, but-- 72 pacts never looked so damn good.

the seven pact marks on your skin had always been a point of your own fascination. but seeing the sigils on solomon's skin made you wonder if you'd ever be covered the same way.

"i need a new shirt," he declares, smirking at you. he take a couple steps towards his room, then stops when he sees you still at the table. "c'mon."

"huh?" you feel like you've missed something.

"you think you've seen all of my pact marks? no, my dear apprentice, i have plenty more where that came from. and since you're so curious, i figured i might as well show you."

you scurry up from your spot and follow him like the obedient little apprentice you are.