#the barely restrained lust

[fragilebrwndoll]

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[catboygirljoker]

ik its because he's gonna be an antagonist in the next arc so they have to remain hostile with him but it's so funny that all of the kh3 org13 defeat cutscenes are like

"luxord....maybe we'll play a game together when you're human.....:]"

"vanitas...you don't have to choose darkness.......you can choose light............."

"xemnas......you have a heart......how do you feel?"

"xigbar you dumb bitch youre not worthy to wield a keyblade. i always hated your guts. fuck you"

[borom1r]

MIDDLE! AGED! MAN! TITS!!!! 🥳🏳️‍🌈

[orinthered]

low effort doordash 👍

[optimisticrunawaygalaxy]

(actively objectifying men as we speak)

[oldmanlusting]

Sigma is such a good substitute for my old man cravings. He's the perfect combination of gentle, intelligent, looming and robust yet exceedingly horny. Did you know this is an excellent fanfiction

[johnbottoms]

one of these days im gonna call wilson pookie or smth and ur all gonna have to take me out

[lamefish]

toji + fucking u in a headlock

his arms are so big. corded muscles that you just wanna bite into as he fucks you from behind. cum from his last load leaking out of you each time he pulls back just to slam back into you.

he holds you tight against him, restraining you to take his thick cock as deep as you possibly can. biting your earlobe as his hips smack against your ass. you leave little half-moon indentations in his forearm where you dig your nails in deeper the closer you get to cumming.

he’s sweaty and musky and so close it’s like he’s enveloping you entirely. all you can see and hear and smell is him and it drives you crazy. you’re dizzy both with lust and the tight headlock he has you in. you can barely moan, each thrust up into you knocks the air from your lungs and leaves you spluttering for more.

‘stay still for me mama,’ he growls into your ear. ‘goood girl, takin’ this cock like a whore. gotta headlock you to keep you in line, huh?’

how mean he fucks into you, teaching around with his free hand to rub your clit in brutal little circles. he gets faster and faster and his headlock gets tighter and tighter until you’re practically blinded by your orgasm. you’re shaking and tightening around his cock so frantically that he just can’t help but spill into you all over again !

you’re gasping for air when he finally releases you and lets you fall forward onto the bed. but your reprieve doesn’t last long because only a few seconds later is he flipping you over and pinning you down with a hand to your throat as he slips back into your tight cunt and starts working on pumping a third load into you :((

[valravnocs]

Kenneth (x, x, x)

It’s been waayyyyyy too long since I made a guy just bc I wanted to fuck a questionable horror character lmfao

Anyways, since I think it’s funny, Kenneth is another member of the Rusty-Casey family tree. Same branch as Rusty, he grew up in Texas and moved to New Mexico for college where he stayed after graduation. He got into demolition derby and stunt driving, making a decent enough amount of cash and living out of a trailer park just because it’s what he’s used to from when he was a kid.

Though he’s not explicitly a murderer (unlike Joel/Rusty and Casey, his older cousins), he still caught the family crazy in a bad way. He drives a modified first gen Charger Daytona that he’s absolutely plastered with bumper stickers (yeah it kills the value of the car as a collectible. no he does not even remotely care) with various questionable messages— Ken’s favorite has to be “Crash (1996) gave me a new fetish.” He’s also deeply, morbidly obsessed with shock sites and gore; he’s got some messed up fantasies about being on the homepage of a gore site.

One night he picked up a hitchhiker who gave the extremely fake-sounding name “John Ryder” and wound up with a knife pressed to his neck. John proooooobably should’ve realized Ken was a complete freak when he saw all the bumper stickers but hey, you can’t really fault the guy for not knowing how to react to this dude you were planning on murdering saying “sure I’ll let you kill me, if you promise to upload my corpse to bestgore” with the biggest puppydog eyes ever. Suffice to say, John didn’t actually kill him that night. (They got a motel room. Ken woke up with John on top of him in the middle of the night and well, if he thought John pulling a knife and threatening to murder him was hot…….)

Ken still doesn’t involve himself in any of the murders, but every now and then he’ll get a call from an unknown number if John’s in New Mexico and needs a ride. Ken’s certainly always happy to provide!

[vacuumtan]

not to mid-20s post, but god, i want an airfryer....

[robotgraffiti]

DISCOVERY ALBUM OF ALL TIMEEEEE

[zehrbear]

Bones and All

pairing : Dragon!Sylus x fem!Reader

cw: smut, monsterfucking, predator-prey, blood, double P in V, being restrained with his tail, reader has tits and a vagina, sylus wants to eat you :3

Sylus is obsessed with how soft you are.

He’s enthralled by the curve of your hips, the way you yield beneath his claws that leave hollow indents behind on your flesh with every squeeze. You’re his favorite possession, his greatest indulgence to hoard.

The reminder strikes him as he watches you lounging atop the velvet settee, oblivious and serene, against a backdrop of gold and glittering that gleam in the dim light of the cave. His reptilian gaze lingers, drinking in the way your body bends and twists, the natural grace of you as you stretch when you think no one is watching. The lazy roll of your spine, the shifting of your thighs, it all leaves his claws twitching with the need to claim you. He pictures your body beneath him, all pliant and willing, as he maps each curve. He imagines mouthing at your jaw, his lips grazing down your neck to drink in the scent of you.

You’re always so sweet. So soft. So warm.

So fresh.

The thought teeters on the edge of something darker. A place where the line between desire and hunger blurs into a bloody haze as he grapples with his conflicting feelings. As he finds himself unable to discern between his mate and his feed for the night. 

Your head snaps to the side when you hear the sudden shifting of gold, the sliding of coins that lay scattered across the ground against one another, as they do when pushed by something heavy. 

“Sylus?” Your voice is higher than you intended, raw with unease. 

There’s no response. His name echoes back at you, hollow and mocking before the sound suddenly stops. You turn sharply, pulse roaring in your ears, only to meet with nothing.

It doesn’t feel right. Every instinct screams at you to run, but your legs feel like they're in quicksand; lethargic, heavy, unable to move. It feels like you’re sinking into the gold beneath you shifting right below your feet. Your breaths come shallow, rapid, each one colder than the last as you look around for the source of your panic. That is, until your gaze lands on two scarlet eyes, wide and predatory, gazing right at you from the shadows before it disappears once more. 

He’s stalking you.

Coins spill and clatter, tumbling in a slow cascade down mountainous piles on either side of the cave’s walls. You spin again, your movements frantic, and it’s as if the shadows are alive - seeping into every crevice, pooling at the edges of your vision.

You feel him circling you. You swear you can when a brush of heat grazes against your arm, making you jolt upright. Your head jerking to the side to catch a glimpse of him, but once more, you’re met with nothing but the ghost of a touch and the roaring of your blood in your ears.

“S-Sylus?” you whisper this time, a breathless sound barely audible, and in that moment you don’t know if you’re calling for him to reveal himself or begging him to stay hidden.

A growl rolls out of the dark, low and resonant, reverberating through the cave and into your very bones. And in that moment, every part of you screams prey. The frantic thrum of your pulse, the quivers of your body, the way your breath comes shallow and quick betraying the fear you can’t possibly hide.

It’s intoxicating to him.

The world blurs as something crashes into you, an overwhelming force that knocks the breath from your lungs. The gold shifts violently beneath you as you’re thrown back, coins scattering and clattering in a deafening storm. Your body hits the ground hard, sharp edges biting into your skin. You gasp, chest heaving as panic flows through your every vein. 

Before you can even process it, he’s on you.

Sylus looms above you, all dark scales and burning lust, his massive form blocking out the light with a presence that eclipses everything else. A claw makes its way to your face, tilting it upwards and baring your neck to him as the other holds you down by the shoulder, pinning you down easily. You twist and squirm trying to break free, but it’s futile as his scorpion-like tail wraps around your middle, sinuous and heavy, and locks you in place.

His chest heaves, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he lowers his face to yours. His eyes are blown wide, the red of his irises swallowed by darkness, fixed on you with a singular, unrelenting focus. He’s panting, his jaw unhinging just enough for his fangs to glint in the dim light as the slick heat of drool drips onto your skin.

You’re so small beneath him, fragile in ways that ignite something primal within his system. His jaws part as he leans closer, the sharp points of his fangs grazing your neck, teasing the delicate skin stretched thin over the artery thrumming wildly beneath. The sound of your racing heartbeat filling his ears and stirring up a hunger so deep it makes his chest ache.

The conflict burns in him, a raging fire that twists his hunger into something far more dangerous, a carnal need to consume you. Your soul. Your flesh. Your very bones. His tail curls tighter around your middle, possessive and unyielding, locking you in place like a predator fearing his prize might escape. You’re so soft, so flush with life, and it would be so easy to take that all away. To have you fill his mouth another way. To hear your cries warp into screams and see your wide eyes filled with terror.

His hips shift, pressing his arousal against you, the ridges of his twin cocks sliding along your trembling core. The slick heat of his pre smears against your skin, marking you in ways that send a shiver through him as his claws flex again, almost breaking skin this time.

It’s like your every nerve is alight; sparks flurrying throughout your body in flashes of electricity as you feel the weight of him pressing against you. Your cunt tightens as he moves closer, as he prods against your entrance, stretching you out with just the tip of him as your walls flutter around him and you grow lightheaded with fear, or is it anticipation?

Could this heady feeling a mix of both?

“You’re afraid.” He growls low, satisfied with the way you gasp and arch beneath him as if your body is betraying you.

The sound of his voice curls in your ear, cutting through the fuzz as his teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck. Sharp points puncture the delicate skin, wrenching a cry from your lips as ruby beads spill and trickle down your throat in a warm, sticky stream. You tremble, caught in a storm of sensation- each spark, each bite of pain, tangled with a pleasure you can’t understand. One that thickens as he shifts his weight, as his hips roll against you with deliberate pressure and the burn of him stretching you open wrenches a choked cry from your lips. He shudders at the sound, growl deepening as his hunger sharpens and it takes everything in him not to give in, to tear you apart and savour the feel of your flesh between his teeth, your blood , metallic and warm in his mouth.

Soft, so soft, and so sweet.

Will she feel this warm when she’s no longer moving? 

As he sinks into your heat, stretching deliciously around both cocks despite the fear in your eyes and the tremors wracking through your body… as he feels the slick coating your inner thighs and your clit pulsing below the tip of his tail, he realizes the truth of it. 

This hunger of his will never go away, will always linger just beneath the surface where it threatens to break and envelop him completely. But this unbearable need to make you his over and over again, is stronger.

Though it’s too much, too overwhelming - your body still clings to him, greedily taking more as though you were made for this, for him. It’s a feeling that coils around you, binding and inescapable. Like a tail wrapped around your middle, tethering you together while he feasts on you.

The pull of something neither of you can suppress.

@awwitschuu <3

[borom1r]

making the dream visitor look like Boromir + having him say “I’ll be your shield” is. I’m Normal :3c

[chevienety]

𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯

PAIRING — aventurine, sunday, dan heng x reader ( separate )

T/W — 18+ suggestive content (minors dni.), desperate sex, switch! aventurine, very mild nipple play, mild restraining, fingering, dan heng in his dragon form, not proofread.

SYPNOSIS — hsr men showing their vulnerable, needy side to you.

A/N — was originally planning on adding more characters but this sorta got too long ... whoopsies! it's also super rushed so forgive me (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

aventurine — one of the ten stone hearts and a renowned gambler, who was known to be cocky, playful and exceptionally lucky. who'd imagine that he'd be mere putty under his woman's touch? who'd possibly imagine him in the state he is in as of now?

you heard the door of your shared apartment open for a brief moment, before closing with a click — meaning aventurine was back from his week long trip. you happily stood up from where you sat on the bed — about to walk out the door when it suddenly swung open, revealing a restless aventurine standing a few feet away from you.

"aven—" you could barely finish your sentence before he practically threw himself at you, claiming you in a tight embrace — much too tight for your comfort.

"a—aventurine! everything okay?" you asked with genuine concern in your voice, which only made him hug you tighter. "need you so bad." he whispered in a raspy voice against your neck, the longing and desperation for your touch evident in his voice.

he didn’t wait for a response before pulling away from you for only a moment just to lock your lips with his in a messy, desperate kiss. he slowly moved you to the edge of the bed, his mouth never leaving yours. his tongue was busy exploring your mouth while you grabbed the back of his neck, slowly giving in to the unexpected kiss. you pulled away from him with a gasp, softly huffing against him while he tried to pull you into another kiss. you held his shoulders firmly, stopping him. you've never seen him like this. his usually calm, composed and snarky attitude was now replaced with a hungry, desperate spark in his eyes — a sight that was very rare, even for you.

"I've missed you." he huffed out, his masked attitude faltering — showing just how much he trusted you at this very moment. he buried his face into your neck once more, desperately breathing into your neck. his arms snaked around your waist, hands sliding up beneath your shirt. your own arms wrapped around his neck, chuckling softly as you buried your nose in his hair, letting out a sigh of relief. needless to say, you missed him too. more than you could ever admit. with his reckless behaviour, you constantly worried for him whenever he went away on these trips. but now he was safe, back in your comforting embrace.

"need you — so bad." he mumbled in between kisses to your neck, his hand sliding upward in your shirt to unhook your bra — pulling it out before flinging it somewhere across the room. you hummed softly before gasping as you felt his teeth sink into the delicate skin of your neck, softly sucking and spreading his saliva across the skin. he swiftly turned you both around before sitting on the bed, pulling you into his lap. your hands trailed down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt while he continued to suck love bites into the skin of your neck. your hand slid underneath his shirt, catching his nipple between your pointer finger and thumb before pinching it — causing him to groan as he grabbed your wrist to stop you. you only smiled at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, licking your lips at the disheveled, desperate state he was in.

you slowly swayed your hips against him, just to test the waters, but it caused him to let out a heavenly grunt, gripping onto your hips tightly to stop your teasing movements. he let out a raspy chuckle, eyes clouded with lust locked onto your own. "such a tease, hm?" you smirked at him, using your free hand to brush some hair from his forehead. "but you like it, no?" he smirked right back at you, not denying it. he then flipped the both of you so that he was on top, pinning your arms above your head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. boy, were you in for a long night.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

the renowned head of the oak family — benevolent and kind, reserved and calm. that's what he was known to be by all penaconians, including you. but right now, he was downright needy, desperate for even a brush of your fingertips. you don't know how he got like this, and you never even knew he had a side like this to himself — it was truly quite a pleasant surprise.

he'd suddenly barged into your bedroom — quite aggressively, which was very unlike of him. his eyes were filled with hunger and slight anger, as he glared at you from across the room. now why was he angry? maybe because you decided to be naughty and sent him a few lewd pictures of yourself in lacy white lingerie, when you knew very well that he was entertaining some important guests.

"you—" he groaned, face flushed and wings slightly covering his red cheeks. you only smiled at him innocently, which only made him furrow his eyebrows further. "you're here quite early. I thought your meeting wouldn't end for another hour or so?" you said with faux innocence laced in your voice — but he knew you all too well. he sighed as he walked towards you, caressing your face ever so gently with his precised, gloved hand. even when he was desperate, he treated you like the most delicate of porcelain dolls.

he groaned as he pulled you in for an embrace, breathing heavily against the skin of your neck. he inhaled sharply, taking in your delicious scent as his fingers brushed gently against the sides of your torso, leaving shivers down your spine — the good kind.

"you're truly unaware of what you do to me..." his voice was slightly shaky with need, desperation and lust. he was quite a reserved man, even in the bedroom. it was highly unlikely for him to show this vulnerable side of his. but that was your intention all along — to break that mask of his, even if it was just for a while. you wanted to see the true, vulnerable side of him which had been locked up and caged somewhere deep within him long ago. right now, in your arms, was not the head of the oak family, but sunday, the true sunday.

he panted softly against your skin before leaving trails of kisses along your shoulder and neck, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly. your hands softly caressed his wings, making his breath hitch as they fluttered in your touch. he could barely hold himself back, and it was obvious. but he didn't want to scare you off or hurt you, causing him to restrain himself from all the obscene things he wanted to do to you. it was truly shameful, but he couldn't help it. not when you were so tempting.

he snapped out of his trance when he felt your hand squeezing his bulge through his pants, causing him to gasp and let out a sinful moan. his eyes closed shut, jaw tightening as he slumped onto your shoulder, biting down to restrain himself from letting out any lewd sounds. he grunted against your shoulder before pushing you against a wall with his weight, grabbing your wrist to make you stop. he panted against your skin, saliva sticking to his lips. "you truly are.. a menace." he rasped out, sounding out of breath.

the state he was in, the way he looked so desperate, so messy, was turning you on even more than you'd anticipated. he pulled away from your neck, his eyes drowsy and full of lust. his careful fingertips brushed against your wrists, before grabbing ahold of them and pinning them above your head. his golden amber eyes stared right into yours. his fingers traced gently down the side of your torso, leaving goosebumps along the way. they stopped just below your cunt, before he pulled you into a desperate kiss — barely giving you time to breathe as he shoved his tongue past your lips, his free hand going below to pull your undergarments aside.

his gentle fingers worked magically on your pussy, while his lips devoured yours. he slowly slid his middle finger into your entrance, causing your to gasp into the kiss. you squirmed in his hold, unable to move your wrists. the sounds of your pussy squelching and your muffled moans were enough to make sunday's head spin. he abruptly pulled out of your cunt just before your orgasm came, making you let out a loud yelp.

he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. he wiped it off with the back of his gloved hand, before picking you up bridal style. "I simply cannot hold back anymore. let's take this to a place more comfortable, yes?"

𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

your boyfriend — also the archivist of the astral express, was a calm, reserved man. he rarely ever initiated anything intimate, nor was his sex drive very high. always being so busy with missions and with his low sex drive, getting down and dirty with him was quite a rare occasion for you. but, on very rare scenarios, such as this one, were you actually able to see his needy side.

you knocked on dan heng's door, only to be met with silence. confused, you knocked once more, and he replied this time. "im— ngh, busy.." he rasped out, sounding slightly out of breath and sort of in pain. it was only normal for you to get worried, right? it was only normal for you to open the door without knocking one more time, right? but what you saw before you when you swung the door open, was a lump. in dan heng's so called "bed". the lump was himself, buried under the blanket, doing god knows what.

"dan heng?" you asked him with concern in your voice, moving closer to him. "don't. don't... come any closer.." he huffed out, sounding a bit firm at first but his voice softened. "why not... what are you doing in there?" you asked softly, and he only sighed in response. "it's... nothing special, just go back to your room." he huffed, his voice sounding a bit restrained. you frowned upon hearing that. yes, he has always dealt with his own problems by himself without asking anyone for help, but does he really not trust you?

"dan heng.. at least let me help?" he groaned, peeking out of the blanket. you gasped as you saw his horns, his beautiful short black hair now much longer. his usual sharp eyes seemed even sharper, slightly glowing as he stared at you with furrowed brows — he was in his dragon form. you put a hand over your mouth, before reaching even closer to him.

he looked away in silence, cheeks flushed. "happy now?" he huffed out. "but why were you hiding... in the blanket?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. was he.. insecure about this form? well, you'd already seen it before so he had no reason to be so .. secretive.

his cheeks grew even warmer, and he pulled the blanket over half of his face. "it's.. it's nothing. now that you've seen that I'm perfectly fine, I'd appreciate it if you left me be." he muttered from under the blanket, avoiding your suspicious eyes. you hummed softly before grabbing his blanket and yanking it out of his grasp — just what was he hiding?!

you saw the actual state he was currently in, and it was... nearly the best thing you'd ever laid your eyes upon. beneath the blanket, you saw his bare erection rock hard, leaking thick globs of precum at the tip. his eyes were wide before suddenly avoiding yours again, letting out a huff of annoyance. this explained everything — his weird behaviour, the reason he was under the blanket was because ... he was in heat.

he grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you into his lap — making you gasp and grab onto his shoulders for balance. "you said you'd help, didn't you? don't back out now." he had a slight mischievous tone to his voice, but his eyes were as sharp and unforgiving as ever. he flipped you both so that he was on top of you, caging you within his arms as he pinned your wrists above your head. his dragon tail wrapped around your waist — keeping you in place while he started stroking your clothed wet cunt with his thumb.

"stay still while I relieve myself, alright? promise I'll repay you.." he muttered softly into the crook of your neck before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh, making you squirm in his hold. "this is what you wanted after all, no? they say curiousity killed the cat." he wasn't wrong. you were the one who barged into his room. now you'll be in here for who knows how long, relieving his heat.

© CHEVIENETY — 2025 do not copy, repost, translate any of my works/themes.

[lymtw]

Soft and Slow

Thinking of a soft and slow, but heated make out session with Toji, where he's got you beneath him, brushing his lips against yours with the intention of not stopping until both his lips and yours feel raw.

One of his hands is on your waist, squeezing tenderly, while the other is in your panties, thick fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. You're humming little whimpers into your kisses, pushing at his chest every once in a while and breaking the ongoing kiss.

"What, ma?" Toji asks, his voice deepened with restrained lust. His eyes are so dark, you can barely see the green that naturally brightens them. "Why're you pushing me away, hm?" He asks, kissing the corner of your lips.

"Please... slow down," you say, breathily. "I don't want this to end so soon."

"Baby, that was slow," he says, with an amused grin on his face. "Was being gentle and barely moved my fingers."

You sigh, embarrassment coursing through you and showing itself in your face through a bright shade of red that smothers your cheeks.

"Come on," he says, softly, leaning in again to continue where things were left off. Toji's lips lock with yours, the gentle synchronization egging on the pleasure he draws from you. He wasn't lying when he said he was barely moving his fingers. He just knows you've always been a sensitive little thing for him, and because of that, he loves testing your sensitivity in moments like these. Moments where even just the kissing part would have you squirming, and his weight on your body makes you need him so bad that you feel filthy for letting your thoughts of the situation evolve into something sinful.

"Kiss me back, princess," he murmurs, noticing the way you're heavily slowing down, not fully reciprocating his kisses like before.

"W-Wait-" you gasp, slapping a hand on Toji's wrist. "I'm gonna-"

"Then cum, sweetheart. We can do it again and again if that's what you're stressing over."

"Mm-mm." You shake your head to emphasize your response. "The first one is always the strongest. Please, Toji. Pretty please, not yet," you beg.

Toji has a look of strange disbelief painted on his features. How could you not want this? It's been going on for the better part of half an hour, now. The edging must be driving you crazy.

You pull his hand out of your underwear and the other one off your waist, bringing them both up to your lips. "Please, baby..." you murmur into his palms, kissing them both repeatedly. "...not yet. Just a little longer." You change the position of your hands and hold his hands tight, bringing his knuckles up to your lips this time.

Toji clicks his tongue, making it clear that he's the one who's being impatient. He just wants to see and hear the side effects of your pleasure. You're teasing him with those little whimpers and gasps between kisses. The reason it's so hard to bear is because he's so used to you giving him what he wants, when he wants it. This is one of the rare times where you're trying to stand your ground against him. You always hope you have enough willpower to keep up your defense because Toji knows every way to sneak through it or tear it down. Your love for him is a severe disadvantage, and because of it, all it takes is a few words and it's as if your defense was made of flimsy paper.

"Alright, alright, little masochist. I'll slow down even more, for you."

You giggle at the nickname, welcoming Toji's weight on you again. He makes a brief detour and directs himself towards your ear to whisper some much needed information.

"I'm not going any slower than this, you understand?" He mutters, into your ear.

"But-"

"Princess," he says, cutting you off. "It's yes or no. Do you understand or not?" he asks, stomping all over your wants because for once his needs outshine them. You nod, silently, in response. "Good." He pecks your cheek, leaning back to look at you. You look... not all there, or at least not like you did just seconds ago. It's not what he wanted. He sighs, knowing what it's gonna have to come down to as he cups your cheeks in his warm hands. He knows there has to be a different approach. One that doesn't involve him making you feel like you were in the wrong for wanting him in a specific way.

"Wanna cum? For me, mama?"

There he went, tearing down your defenses like they're party streamers. For me. Those two simple words were all he needed. He knew exactly how to catch you in his trap. Redirection was key. If he made it seem like a favor to him, you would do it with zero hesitation. It's one of the many pros that came with you and your constant need for his praise... He just knew you too well. Well enough to know that it worked the second the twinkle in your eyes returned.

"I'll take it slow, just like you wanted," he promises. "but, you can't push me away. Even if I bring you to the edge with that same pace you begged for." He knows he'll bring you to orgasm even with the limited movement you allow him.

There was a beam of tranquility in your eyes, a twitch in the corners of your lips, where the key to unlock the two words you strived to hear as many times as you could in a day, rested. It was only a matter of seconds before you would give in. You were right there, centimeters away from his clutches.

"Mama..." he says, pushing for you to answer him while leaning towards your lips again. "Let me make you cum," he says against the corner of your lips, a devilish smirk on his face.

"Fuck- Fine, okay," you say, waving your imaginary white flag.

"Mhm... that's my good girl."

And there they were, those two words you forever longed to hear from Toji. If he wanted you to be on the edge again, he did a great job of getting you there without having to do much.

Toji centered his lips on yours again, starting out with that same slow rhythm, as to not rile you up so quickly. He incorporated his touch a couple minutes later, his hands returning to the previous positions they held on your body—one on your bare waist, the other slipped into your underwear. You jolted at the reintroduced stimulation his fingers offered your clit, a sharp gasp breaking the passionate kissing.

"Shh... It's okay, doll," he murmured, quickly directing your attention back to his lips. He was feeding off your breathy moans and whimpers. If he hadn't pressed you so hard before with the promise of pacing himself with you, he would have gone back on his word and quickly made you cum so that he could work you up to the next orgasm, already.

Truly, you were heaven in his ears, on his lips, and in his hands. Despite not looking at you, he knew the sight to be insane, as well.

Your hands went to the sheets, the material balling up messily in your fists as Toji brought you closer to your peak. You did your best to keep up with his lips, but nothing was as clear as the strokes being drawn between your legs.

By the four minute mark, you were a panting mess, shamelessly chasing more friction from his whole hand. That's where the hand he had resting on your waist came into play. It lowered down to your hip, immobilizing you enough to stop you from taking more than what he was offering until he gave you permission.

"Be good," he mutters, cutting through the soft sounds of your whimpers. He knew you were close. So, so close. Your moans were getting higher in pitch and you were trembling beneath him. He just kept rubbing his fingertips against your clit, over and over, bringing a lingering—echoing sensation throughout your entire cunt. You completely fell apart after a few more strokes, each more pressurized than the other until you snapped. You lost the ability to kiss Toji back when he used the entirety of his hand on you, cupping your cunt to draw out as much of your pleasure as he could. Your head was thrown back into the pillow, waterfalls of lewd moans and cries filling the room. "There you go, mama," he coos, allowing you some freedom to roll your hips against his hand. He presses quick kisses into your jaw and the column of your neck as your face is aimed towards the ceiling.

You surpassed the zenith of your pleasure and in time treaded towards more than you could handle. You nonverbally begged Toji to stop, wrapping your much smaller hands around his forearm. A couple whimpers and squeaks of overstimulation were required for him to slow down to a halt, even after your quivering thighs trapped his hand between them.

Your eyes fell shut and you sighed, contentedly. Toji observed your state of bliss, a shade of pink dusting lightly over his cheeks. You looked so pretty, lying there on the pillow for him. He can see you clearly, despite the curtains being shut to keep your little world safe inside. This allows nothing and no one to peek in, not even the moon and its guiding light. You're more brilliant than the moon, anyway. Much prettier, as well. It doesn't take a genius to establish this, especially when you look at Toji with all the stars in your eyes.

"Let's go again."

[starmocha]

meet me at midnight [Sylus/Reader ★ 950 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Deeper and deeper, you fall into this haze of arousal with him. A/N: Quick little something something because this has been a weird last couple of days, but mostly because this showcase broke me 👉 👈 Merry eve of Nightly Rendezvous banner. ✨✨✨ May all of your horny men come home in 10 pulls 💖💖💖 ✨✨✨ @starlightzoey I feel like you would enjoy this after our little convo 🥹 Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia @valkyyriia 【 request to be added 】

“Stay focused, kitten.”

His hand went to cover your eyes.

Complete darkness filled your vision.

A quick, fleeting kiss landed on your lips, his husky voice following:

“Don’t look.”

Shivers went down your spine when he had said those two little words, the sudden assaulting kisses kept you in the moment focused on him. All of your other senses heightened as you remained sightless. He had nudged your legs apart, settling in between you, his heavy weight keeping you trapped beneath him. Your panties were slipped off earlier and so casually shoved into his pants pocket, so now you could feel yourself dripping and aching for him. Your breath quickened in anticipation, feeling months of the growing tension between the two of you had finally culminated into this very moment. You felt the heat of his body on yours, his barely-restrained pants were all you could hear aside from the pounding of your heart, and suddenly—

You cried out, body arching into him when you felt it. It was only the tip, but you could feel how big he was, your body tensing, unprepared for just how much of him was going to fill you. Was this what he had meant? He knew the size of him would intimidate you, so he made you close your eyes, but now you were starting to feel a little panic creeping in, your thoughts racing as more and more of him entered so painfully slow, stretching you in a way you had never felt before.

Your breathing grew shakier and more panicked, thoughts racing wildly, thinking there was no way he was going to fit inside you all the way, but still your wetness seemed to pull more of him in, the stretch so agonizingly delicious.

His other hand instantly went to yours. His heavy breathing signaled his own descent into lust and pleasure, any previous control he had slipping the more he drank in the sight of you being taken by him. You squirmed against him, your mind caught somewhere between this was too much but also not enough.

“…t….too…much…Sy…Sylu—"

He shushed you gently, his deep kisses pressed into your skin, on your lips, to your temple, reassurances to help ease your sudden trepidations. They helped a little, but not knowing how much of him was still left and only being able to feel the thickness of him stretching you still made you anxious.

“You can take me,” he whispered against your ear. He hissed in pleasure as you clenched around him, his deep voice trembling slightly as he continued to restrain himself for your sake. “Do-doing so well, sweetie.” He mumbled lazily into your shoulder, “My good girl, such a good girl, so wet for me...you’re going to take all of my cock, right? Every last inch…let me fill you completely…”

You bit down on your lip, body tensing, but oh, the way his irresistible voice was so devilishly deep and smooth, whispering such sinfully lascivious words into your ear was making you ascend to a different plane.

“Fuck,” he husked, his breathing still heavy, “So tight, but taking me so well…”

You gasped, your hand squeezing his immediately at the sudden fullness of him filling you so wonderfully.

“Good girl, good girl,” he purred. He removed his hand from over your eyes, watching with a pleased expression at seeing your fully flushed rosy cheeks, the slight tears brimming in the corners of your glazed eyes. He hushed you again with more kisses as you adjusted to the feeling of him buried inside you.

Soon, you felt him pulled out—slow, patient, precise—and wordlessly he thrusted back in, eliciting your startled cries of pleasure. He gauged your reaction, experimenting with the speed and strength of his thrusts until he found a steady rhythm that was pleasurable for the both of you.

The earlier haze of pleasure returned, the room heating up with the sounds of your intense lovemaking, your only dizzying thoughts were on each other in this moment. His hands found their way to your thighs, his grip on your flesh tighter as he spread you just a bit more. You succumbed to your needs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he continued to rock into you steadily harder and faster. You whimpered and gasped, moaning in time with every lewd sound of his thrusts, the slick movements of him robbing you of all other thoughts except the feeling of your approaching climax.

“Sylus…more…m-more…!”

“Greedy little kitten,” he chuckled, nipping your earlobe playfully. He nuzzled his cheek into the crook of your neck, humming gently in approval at your quickened, helpless little mewls of pleasure and the feel of your fingers slipping through his hair. “That’s alright,” he continued, his thrusts getting harder, reaching so deeply inside you that you were gasping and arching into him again. He kissed your cheek, laughing softly when your own lips found his neck. He continued, his voice growing hoarse with arousal, “I want you to be greedy, especially when it’s for me…”

He kissed your lips, swallowing your cries. Every action he took grew a little more desperate, his control finally slipping as he wanted to yield to you completely, to satisfy you the way he knew you deserved, to worship you in a way that only he could.

“I will give you everything you desire, my beloved,” he said, murmuring against your lips, his voice so breathy and low, “All of me.”

Forever yours.

Dawn was still so far away, and so for now, you both surrendered to your desires and to each other, letting yourself fall deeper and deeper into this addicting haze of arousal, love, and devotion.