#when he touched me it was slow and deliberate. when he kissed me it was so gentle it broke my heart

[dollyfiles]

frat!rafe manipulating you into letting him eat you out for the first time

cw: rafe x fem!reader, established relationship, making out, touching, explicit language, manipulation, praise, fingering, oral (f. receiving)

rafe didn't believe in taking things slow. he wasn't built for patience, and every woman he'd ever been with knew it. hookups were fast, rough, and entirely on his terms. women weren't people to him; they were distractions, brief fixes. he used them, got what he needed, and never looked back.

but you were different. every time he thought he had you, his fingers inching closer to finally touch you, you faltered—nervous and uncertain—guiding his hands back to safer ground. why play hard to get? he thought. and tonight was no different—at least, it wasn't supposed to be. but rafe was done taking your shit.

you were sprawled on his bed, your thighs brushing his hips as he kissed you. you tasted sweet, your lips swollen from the way he'd been devouring you for the past hour. rafe’s hands roamed freely over you, slipping under your sundress to grip the soft flesh of your thighs. you trembled, gasping into his mouth when his fingers slid higher.

"God, you're so fucking soft," rafe groaned against your mouth, frustration bubbling. you were so responsive, so willing to let him kiss and touch you—just not in the way he craved. and his patience was wearing out. "rafe," you gasped, voice uncertain as your hands fluttered against his chest.

"what, baby?" he asked, a wicked smirk spreading across his face, his fingers trailing up your thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted to go. "you want me to stop?" you bit your lip, your nervousness being clear. but rafe wasn't about to back off—not when you were so close to giving in, he could feel it.

"you’re so fucking pretty like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "squirming under me, all nervous and shy. but I know you want it. you wouldn't let me touch you like this if you didn't." the weeks of waiting, of teasing himself by letting your warm body press against his without taking you, had driven him to the edge of madness. rafe needed to touch you and so he did.

your breath hitched as his hand slid between your legs, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of your white lace panties. you weren’t sure if you were ready for this but his touch got you dizzy. "you’re already soaked," he smirked, his voice dark and teasing. "so don’t act like you don't want it, baby."

"rafe..." you whimpered, your cheeks burning as you tried to look away. he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me you don't want it," he challenged, his fingers circling your puffy clit through the fabric. "say the word, and I'll stop. otherwise, i’m not letting you off easy tonight."

you didn't say a word. you couldn't. did you want this? maybe he was right. maybe you did want this, even if you were scared. and when your wide eyes met his, he knew he had you. your body betrayed you, hips arching into his touch even as your lips remained pressed shut. "yeah, that's what I thought," he said, his smirk widening.

he pushed the fabric aside, groaning at the sight of your cunt bare and glistening for him. "shit, look at you," he muttered, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. "so fucking wet for me. you’ve been holding out on me, haven't you?"

you whimpered, cheeks burning, and embarrassment mixing with a growing heat as his thick fingers slipped inside your hole, slow and deliberate. you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he worked you, curling his fingers just enough to make you squirm.

"does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?"

you nodded, lips parting as soft moans escaped your lips. it felt good. really fucking good. but there was still a nervous tension in your chest, a fear of giving him so much control over you.

rafe watched his thick digits disappear into your sopping wet hole, your pornographic moans just pushing him further. your cunt looked so pretty taking it all but as good as it felt to have you falling apart with his fingers burried deep inside of you, he wanted to feel you on his tongue more than ever.

he’d never been the type to eat pussy. it wasn't his thing—too messy, too intimate. but looking down at your puffy cunt, so soft and needy, he felt a pull he couldn't resist. he wanted to know what you tasted like, wanted to make you fall apart in a way no one else ever had.

he slowed his movements, pulling his fingers away despite your soft whimpers of protest. "relax," he said, his voice husky. "i’m not done with you yet." before you could respond, he moved down the bed, spreading your legs wider with his arms as he settled between them. "rafe," you said, your voice laced with nervousness. "I don’t kn-"

"Shut up," he cut you off, his eyes dark and hungry as he admired your wet cunt. he didn't wait for your permission this time. his mouth was on you before you could protest, his tongue dragging through your folds slowly, deliberately. you gasped, your back arching off the bed as your hands flew to his hair.

"shit," rafe muttered against your core, he had never tasted something so sweet, gripping your thighs to keep you still while his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle. "you taste so fucking delicious, baby. i could do this all night."

your protests died on your lips as his tongue lapped at you, your whimpers soon turned to moans. you were addictive—better than he ever could've imagined. every sound you made, every little tremble of your body, fueled him. rafe groaned into you, feeling his cock growing harder with every shudder of your body.

"look at you," he said, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice rough and filthy while his lips and chin were drenched in your arousal. "fucking dripping for me. Your pretty pussy has been waiting for this huh?"

you couldn't answer—your voice was lost in the haze of pleasure he was giving you. but your body told him everything he needed to know. your thighs trembled, your hips bucked, feeling yourself getting close. your soft, broken cries of his name only driving rafe further.

rafe had never thought he'd enjoy this. hell, he'd only done it once before, and he'd hated it. but with you, it was different. you were different. he didn't just want to make you feel good—he wanted to ruin you for anyone else.

“ray, i’m gonna—“ you moaned but got cut off by your own release, your body shuddering while you came undone, crying out his name. rafe smirked against your skin, “that’s my girl.” but even as you tried to catch your breath, he didn't move away, lapping up every single drop of your release, your clit already swollen from overstimulation.

you wiggled, trying to push him away as you couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure too much for your fragile body. rafe just chuckled, "you think I'm done with you?" he asked, his voice dark and filled with promise. "not a fucking chance, baby. i told you—could do this all night."

and he meant every word. for the first time in his life, rafe wasn't just obsessed—he was completely, utterly addicted to your pussy. and he didn’t know if he could ever stop.

tags @rafesbangs @rafesheaven @pintrestgrl @littlelamy @vampteeths @vampteeths @kissyrafe @bambiangels @beausling @figthoughts @filthyrafe @starzify @whinyangel

[dollgxtz]

Night Of Secrecy (Unfolded)

Word Count: 3k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, fluffy near the end, petnames like kitten, sweetie, my love :3

AN: Yeah so, I typed this up really quickly cause the whole "fade to black" isn't enough for me. Infold I wanted to read some action, not innuendos! (¬_¬"). So here it is, my personal take on what happened between us and Sylus that night <333

The room was charged with unspoken desire as your eyes locked with Sylus's, the air thick with anticipation. His question hung between you, a silent plea for confirmation of your shared longing. "Say it again," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, his crimson eyes piercing through you. "Kitten, do you want it?"

Your heart raced, its beat echoing in your ears, a rhythm that seemed to sync with his. You knew this moment, this silent understanding, was Sylus's way of seeking your consent, his unspoken question hanging in the air.

With a deliberate move, you reached out, your fingers gently threading through his short, damp hair, the sweat a testament to the passion simmering between you. You felt the tension in his muscles, the coiled energy of his desire, and you wanted to soothe and stoke the fire simultaneously.

Leaning closer, your breath mingled with his, your lips an inch from his, you held his gaze, your eyes conveying the depth of your answer. "This," you whispered, your voice a caress, "is my answer."

Your kiss was a declaration, a surrender to the desire that had been building between you. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a language of passion and consent, your lips moving against his with a hunger that matched his own.

Sylus responded with fervor, his hands cupping your face, his kiss deepening as he claimed your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm. The kiss was an affirmation, a seal on the unspoken agreement, a promise of pleasure to come.

With deliberate slowness, Sylus lowers himself, his hands trailing down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His lips brush against your skin, tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone, the warmth of his breath a teasing promise of pleasure. Your body responds, a shiver running through you as he kisses his way down, leaving a trail of molten heat.

When he reaches the apex of your thighs, his touch is gentle yet insistent, coaxing your legs apart with a confidence that leaves you breathless. He pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, seeking that final confirmation, that last unspoken consent. The intensity of his gaze is a question, a challenge, and an invitation all at once.

"Say it, kitten," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. "Tell me what you want."

Your breath catches, the words tangled in your throat, a heady mix of need and anticipation. "J-just go down there already...," you manage, your voice a whisper, a plea, and a command all at once.

With a wicked grin, he lowers his head, his lips finding your clit with a precision that makes you gasp, your back arching off the bed in response. His tongue is a velvet caress, teasing and tormenting, each flick and swirl sending jolts of pleasure through you. He takes his time, savoring every moan, every shiver, guiding you to the brink with a skillful patience that leaves you trembling.

Your body quivered with the intense pleasure as Sylus's skilled tongue danced over your sensitive bud, sending sparks of delight through your core. "It's...too much, Sylus..." you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea, your fingers tightening in his hair, holding on as if seeking solace from the overwhelming sensations.

"You can handle it, kitten," he murmured, his husky low voice sending vibrations through your body. "Let me show you how much more there is to explore."

His tongue, warm and wet, continued its dance, licking and swirling, building the pleasure to a crescendo. Your breath came in short gasps, your body trembling, your hips moving involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

"Ah....mhgn..." you moaned, your voice a surrender to the sensations. He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound, his tongue increasing its pace, pushing you further into the realm of ecstasy.

"That's it, my love," he encouraged, his voice a low, primal growl. "Let go, let me take you there."

His words, spoken with raw desire, spurred you on, and you surrendered to the climax, your body convulsing under his skilled tongue, your release a powerful wave of pleasure that left you trembling. He continued his oral ministrations, riding the waves of your orgasm, his tongue moving in rhythm with your body, drawing out the pleasure, ensuring you were sated and satisfied.

As you lay there, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm Sylus had coaxed from you, he smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're so responsive," he whispered, his fingers trailing along your sensitive skin, making you shiver under his touch. "Just as I imagined."

"I need a moment…" you pleaded, your voice hoarse, your body still recovering from the overwhelming waves of pleasure. But Sylus, ever relentless, leaned in closer, his intentions clear and unwavering. His fingers found their way to your soaked core, teasing the sensitive flesh there. The sensation was electric, a jolt that made you gasp and arch instinctively towards him.

"Shh…" he soothed, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "Just one more." With that, he slipped another finger inside you, his skilled digits working in perfect harmony, coaxing you to the edge once more. The ache was relentless, a tide that surged through you, each movement of his fingers a spark that ignited your senses.

Your body, still sensitive from the previous orgasm, erupted with ecstasy once again, your inner walls clenching around his fingers, your release a powerful wave that left you trembling and breathless. Sylus, ever attentive, captured your climax with an almost reverent precision, his fingers now drenched in your essence.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste delectable, sweetie" he murmured, his voice a velvet purr that sent another shiver down your spine. "I think we're both ready for the main course now, though."

With a fluid motion, Sylus rose, his fingers deftly working the zipper of his pants, the metallic sound slicing through the air like a promise. He freed himself, his cock standing proud and ready, a testament to his desire. The sight of it sent a thrill of anticipation through you, a visceral reaction that tightened your core and set your heart racing.

Yet as your eyes traveled the length of him, another feeling began to grow within you, winding its way through the anticipation like a serpent.

Fear.

You'd figured he was big, had felt the weight of him against you in teasing moments, but the reality was something else entirely. His cock was long and thick, a formidable presence marked with prominent veins that seemed to throb with every beat of his heart. It jutted out with an air of authority, each pulse a silent declaration of its intent.

A tremor ran through you, a mix of awe and nervousness. How was that ever supposed to fit inside you? The sheer size of him made your stomach flutter with nerves, a delicious yet daunting challenge.

"I don't think that's going to fit…" you managed to say, your voice a breathless whisper laced with both apprehension and a reluctant excitement. Your eyes were glued to him, unable to look away from the imposing sight of his cock, each moment stretching into the next as you tried to reconcile the image before you with the anticipation of it penetrating through your body.

Sylus, sensing your hesitation, moved closer, a reassuring presence that grounded you in the moment. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin, a soothing gesture that belied the intensity in his gaze.

"Oh, but it will, sweetie," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Every inch of it. I promise I'll start slow".

His words eased the growing fear in your chest and you nodded, a reassurance that melted some of the nervousness away, leaving in its place a simmering desire to see just how far you could go together. Though you couldn't help but inwardly laugh at his promise to only start slow.

Sylus hovered over you, a smirk playing on his lips, reveling in the power he held in that moment, the anticipation he was crafting with each deliberate movement. He guided the swollen tip of his cock to your entrance, brushing it against your slick folds with a teasing gentleness that made you shiver.

The sensation was electric, a fleeting contact that sent jolts of pleasure zipping through your body, but it was also a maddening tease, leaving you aching and wanting. You tensed, a soft whine escaping your lips as your hips instinctively pressed forward, seeking more, craving the fullness you both needed and desired.

Sylus chuckled softly, his amusement a warm rumble that vibrated through you. He continued the tantalizing game, the head of his cock sliding against you, slick with your arousal, each pass a whisper of what was to come. The teasing was relentless, a slow torture that had your nerves singing, your body begging for more.

Finally, the tension became too much, the need too great. "Please," you breathed, your voice laced with a desperate edge that surprised even you. "Please, I want you inside me."

The words hung in the air, a plea and a command intertwined, and Sylus's expression softened, his teasing smirk giving way to something deeper, more intense. He nodded, positioning himself with care, his hand steady on your hip.

"Tell me if it hurts too much," he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle, a promise of consideration and care. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter you, the initial stretch a sweet, exquisite burn. The fullness of him was overwhelming, a delicious pressure that filled you completely, and you gasped, your body adjusting to the intrusion. He let out a soft grunt, clearly experiencing his own sensations.

Sylus's breath was ragged, his voice hoarse as he began to speak, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so tight...fuck," he whispered, his expression intense, a raw display of lust that sent a shiver down your spine. His reaction to your body's response was a powerful affirmation, and it sent your mind reeling.

The sight of Sylus, so consumed by desire, was both thrilling and intense. His raw, unfiltered expression of lust took your breath away, leaving you lightheaded and your body responding instinctively to his, moving in a rhythm that felt like a dance of pleasure and surrender.

You whimpered, a soft sound of discomfort, as the sensation of being stretched by his impressive size became almost overwhelming. "It hurts..." you breathed, your voice a plea, your body squirming beneath his, seeking relief from the intense sensation.

Sylus, sensing your distress, tightened his grip on your hips, his hands firm yet gentle, his body leaning over you, a protective shield. "Don't run from this, sweetie," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "You're doing so well, let me help you through it."

His words, a soothing blend of reassurance and raw desire, eased your nerves, even as your body continued to adjust to the intense sensations. Sylus's strong arms held you firmly, his grip a comforting anchor in the storm of pleasure and pain. He guided you through the intricate dance, his body a source of both comfort and arousal, his movements a delicate balance between pushing you to the edge and providing solace.

"Just breathe, kitten," he murmured, his lips brushing your cheek. "I'm right here with you."

He paused, watching you intently, giving you a moment to acclimate, his presence a comforting weight above you. The sensation was intense, but with each passing second, the discomfort ebbed, replaced by a building pleasure that spread through your body like wildfire.

With your nod of encouragement, he began to move, each thrust a gradual exploration, a dance of desire that left no room for fear, only the shared rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

Sylus began with a gentle rhythm, his thrusts slow and measured, allowing you to savor each inch as he filled you. The initial tension melted away under his careful ministrations, replaced by a growing pleasure that spread through you like honey, sweet and all-consuming.

With every movement, he watched you closely, reading the subtle shifts in your expression, the way your body responded to his. As he sensed your discomfort give way to enjoyment, he gradually increased his pace, each thrust more confident, more insistent.

"God, you feel amazing," he murmured, his voice a deep, husky whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "So tight, so perfect… and those sounds you're making, kitten, they're driving me wild."

His words were a heady mix of praise and possession, and you couldn't help but flush under his gaze, the heat of embarrassment mingling with the pleasure coursing through you. All you could manage in response was a series of whines and moans, your voice betraying the intensity of what you were feeling.

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as if to anchor yourself in the storm of sensation he was creating. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your body moving instinctively to meet his, driven by a need that obliterated everything else.

Sylus's pace quickened, his movements a symphony of power and precision that left you breathless, your world narrowing to the feeling of him inside you, the sound of skin against skin, the intoxicating scent of him surrounding you. His whispered words, his touch, the way he moved—it all combined to overwhelm you, leaving you adrift in a sea of sensation.

"You're so beautiful like this," he groaned, his voice rough with desire, and the compliment only added to the fire burning within you. You whimpered, the sound escaping you unbidden, a raw expression of the pleasure that built with each thrust, each breathless moment shared between you.

The crescendo of pleasure swelled between you like a tidal wave, building in intensity with each thrust, each gasped breath. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your shared desire driving you both to the brink of release. The air was thick with the sounds of your passion, a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the space between you.

Sylus's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a rough whisper laden with emotion. "I love you," he murmured, the words a caress that wrapped around your heart, grounding you even as the pleasure threatened to sweep you away.

"I love you too," you managed to reply, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment, the truth of your feelings laid bare in the heat of your shared passion.

As you hovered on the precipice, your body tensed with anticipation, you whispered his name, a soft plea that slipped from your lips like a prayer. "Sylus…"

He responded with a low, questioning hum, his voice vibrating through you. "Hm?"

"Please," you begged, your voice a breathless plea that sent a shiver down his spine. "Please, cum inside me."

He paused, his movements faltering for a heartbeat as he processed your request, the weight of its implications hanging in the air between you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice taut with restraint, his desire a palpable force that surrounded you.

You nodded, the movement small but certain, meeting his gaze with a steady intensity that left no room for doubt. "You said you'd give me anything, and this is what I want most right now."

The world seemed to narrow to that single moment, the connection between you electric and alive. You could practically see his pupils dilate, his eyes darkening with a mix of lust and something deeper, something more profound.

With your consent granted, Sylus's restraint unraveled, his thrusts growing more urgent, more desperate as he chased the release you both craved. The pleasure built to a fever pitch, the pressure within you coiling tighter and tighter until it shattered, your body convulsing around him in a blinding wave of ecstasy.

With a final, deep thrust, Sylus buried himself to the hilt, his body taut and trembling as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure. It was as if time suspended, the world narrowing to the intense connection forged between you, the shared pulse of desire that bound you together.

His release came in a series of powerful, pulsing waves, a hot flood that filled you completely, marking you as his in the most primal sense. The sensation was overwhelming, a liquid heat that spread through you, claiming every inch of your being. It was an intimate surrender, a mingling of bodies and souls that left no room for anything but the raw, undiluted truth of the moment.

Sylus's breath was ragged in your ear, his voice a low, guttural moan that sent shivers cascading down your spine. You felt his body shudder against yours, the aftershocks of his climax reverberating through both of you, a shared symphony of sensation that left you breathless.

As the fervor of the night began to settle and both of you lay entwined together, breathing heavily in the dim glow of the room, he stirred beside you.

His hand gently brushed your hair back from your face, his voice soft but sincere. “I'll help you clean up,” he murmured, his concern evident even through the haze of his own exhaustion.

But you shook your head and clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go. Your fingers curled against his skin as you whispered, “Stay.” You didn’t want to lose the warmth of him, the sense of connection that still lingered between you.

You didn’t want to lose his seed either—not yet, not now.

He sighed, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest, and leaned back into the embrace, unable to say no. “You’re so needy,” he teased, his tone playful but filled with affection. The corners of his mouth quirked up as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin.

But you were already drifting, your eyelids heavy, lulled by the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath your cheek. Cocooned in his arms, wrapped in the intimate quiet of the moment, you felt a contentment you hadn’t realized was possible. This was no longer just passion—it was something deeper, something unshakable. Things between you were now more certain, more official than they had ever been, and the thought filled you with an overwhelming happiness.

In the comfort of his embrace, you surrendered to sleep, knowing you were exactly where you belonged.

[sonarspace]

sylus with a size kink has been on my mind for agess, i was wondering if you’d want to write about that? (not sure if you’ve written it or not but feel free to correct me) 😼😼

✮ content. nsfw. fem! reader, size kink, protected sex, deep penetration, bulge kink, dirty talk, praise, slight overstimulation, gentle dom! sylus.

sylus doesn’t realize just how big he is at first.

he's quiet about it—calm, composed, like the thought never crossed his mind. but it’s hard for you to ignore when he’s above you, silver hair falling into his red eyes, sharp gaze heavy as he takes in the sight of you beneath him.

the low hum of the room is thick with anticipation, only broken by the soft rustle of sheets as he shifts his weight, the warmth of his body caging you in. his skin glows faintly under the soft lights, pale against the dark fabric of his shirt, which hangs loose around his shoulders, exposing the broad planes of his collarbone.

his lips brush over yours, slow and unhurried, as his hands wander—palms skating down your waist, fingers spreading wide to feel every dip and curve. there’s a deliberate patience to his touch, like he’s memorizing the way you react to him.

but your focus keeps drifting lower—to where he’s pressing against your thigh, thick and hot through the thin material of his boxers. even with that barrier, he feels heavy, and the ache between your legs grows sharper the longer he lingers, drawing you into his orbit.

when he finally pulls back enough to slip his boxers off, your breath hitches.

the length of him curves against his stomach, flushed at the tip, thick and veined. he’s fully hard, and the realization that he’s been holding back this entire time sends a fresh rush of heat through you.

“you’re staring.” his voice is soft, but there’s amusement under the calm exterior.

your gaze flickers up, catching the faint twitch of his lips. the edges of his hair are tousled, a few strands falling over his forehead, making him look almost boyish if not for the intensity burning in his eyes.

you swallow, shifting beneath him. “you’re… big.”

the soft laugh that leaves him vibrates low in his chest. “that a problem, pretty girl?”

“not exactly.”

he hums, leaning in to kiss you again, his tongue sweeping slow over yours as his hand slips between your thighs. his fingers glide through the slick gathering at your entrance, teasing you open with gentle strokes that leave you trembling beneath him.

when he finally presses in, just the head at first, you feel the sharp stretch immediately—your body resisting the unfamiliar girth even as arousal pools hot and thick in your stomach.

“fuck,” sylus groans, his forehead resting against yours as he watches the way your body swallows him, inch by inch. his hand drifts to your stomach, his palm spreading over the soft curve just below your navel.

his eyes flicker lower, and his breath catches.

“i can feel myself,” he murmurs, pressing down gently where the outline of his cock bulges faintly beneath your skin. “you’re so tight, baby.”

you whimper, the sensation dizzying as he rocks his hips forward, slowly bottoming out until he’s seated fully inside you. the stretch burns, but the weight of him fills you in a way that makes your head spin, pleasure laced with the faintest hint of pain.

“you’re taking me so well,” sylus breathes, brushing his lips along your jaw, his voice thick with something darker. “feels like you were made for me.”

his praise sends heat curling low in your belly, and you shift your hips slightly, chasing more friction.

his red eyes darken, and his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls back, dragging himself out until just the tip remains before pressing back in, slow but deliberate.

the sound it makes is obscene—wet and soft, echoing faintly in the quiet room.

“you hear that?” he rasps, his pace steady but deep, the weight of each thrust pressing the bulge against his palm with every stroke. “you’re dripping for me.”

the pressure builds with every roll of his hips, and the fullness leaves you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him.

“sylus,” you choke out, voice breaking around his name as he grinds deeper, shifting just enough to drag over that sweet spot inside you that leaves your legs trembling.

he catches your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. his eyes are molten, pupils blown wide, but there’s something soft in the way he looks at you—like you’re fragile, even as he splits you open beneath him.

“look at me,” he whispers, brushing his lips over yours. “wanna see my girl fall apart.”

his thumb drifts lower, circling your clit in lazy strokes that send sparks shooting up your spine. the coil in your stomach winds tighter, and you can feel yourself flutter around him, the pressure building dangerously fast.

“so close,” you gasp, your body arching into him, desperate for release.

“i know,” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. “i can feel it.”

his pace quickens slightly, but the thrusts remain deep, his cock dragging against your walls with every slow, deliberate stroke.

“come for me, pretty girl,” sylus coaxes, his hand pressing lightly against the bulge in your stomach. “let me feel you.”

the tension snaps all at once, and your body convulses around him, pleasure crashing over you in sharp waves as you cry out his name.

sylus groans, his rhythm faltering as he follows, burying himself deep as he spills into the condom, his forehead pressing against yours as his breathing slows.

for a while, neither of you move—just the soft hum of the room and the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

his hand lingers on your stomach, thumb brushing faint circles against your skin as if he’s memorizing the shape of you beneath him.

“you okay, kitten?” he asks softly, brushing your hair back from your face.

you nod, letting out a breathless laugh. “yeah. more than okay.”

his lips quirk into a small smile, and he kisses you once, slow and lingering, before resting his forehead against yours.

“good,” he whispers. “because i’m not done with you yet.”

[thef1diary]

Dirtbag!Daniel overstimulating you just because he heard you say he can’t make a woman cum

— hurting a man’s ego? Eh. Hurting dirtbag!danny’s ego? yeah… you’re in for a wild ride. 18+ content below

You didn’t even see it coming. One offhand comment, said half-jokingly to a friend while Daniel was within earshot, and now here you were—spread out on his bed, thighs trembling, body utterly wrecked as he hovered over you with a smug, infuriating grin.

“You said what now?” he taunted, dragging two fingers lazily through your soaked folds before pressing them back inside you, curling just right to make you gasp. “Can’t make a woman cum? Baby, you’ve lost count.”

“Danny—oh, God—” Your protest turned into a breathless moan as his thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. He kept his eyes locked on yours, the heat in his gaze making your stomach twist deliciously.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Can’t even keep still, can you? And you had the nerve to run your mouth. That’s, what… four now? Five?”

You whimpered, your head falling back against the pillows, fingers clutching at the sheets. Your body was hypersensitive, every touch unbearable yet addicting. He didn’t stop—not when your thighs tried to close around his hand, not when tears spilled down your cheeks.

He worked you over with ruthless efficiency, each stroke of his fingers pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of your wetness filled the room, obscene and utterly mortifying, but the way he looked at you—so smug, so sure of himself—only made it worse.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, his breath ghosted over your neck. “Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg.”

You whimpered, your body trembling as his movements sped up. “Danny, please—”

“You want to cum?” he taunted, biting down on your shoulder just hard enough to leave a mark. “Say it. Say you need me to make you cum.”

“I need you,” you gasped, your head falling back as your walls clenched around his fingers. “Danny, I need you to make me cum.”

“There we go, that’s my good girl,” he murmured, voice dripping with mock praise as he kissed along your jawline. “So pretty when you’re a mess. Bet your friend would love to see you like this,” he added, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Soaked and shaking, crying my name. Think she’d still believe you after this?”

You could barely form words, your nails digging into his shoulders as your sixth orgasm barreled through you.

“Fuck, pleasepleaseplease—”

“Please what? Don’t stop?”

Before you could catch your breath, he was sliding his cock inside you, thrusting deep, his pace instantly becoming relentless. Your back arched as the overstimulation hit its peak, your nails dragging down his back. “I don’t plan on stopping, sweetheart.”

“Daniel, I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” he interrupted, his teeth grazing your jaw as he pounded into you. “And you will. You’re gonna cum for me again, and you’re gonna thank me for proving you wrong.”

Your body immediately gave in to his relentless pace, your vision going white as your orgasm ripped through you. He stilled for a moment, his cock buried deep inside you, before pulling out at the last second. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking lazily as his cum splattered across your skin. “Look at you, all wrecked and trembling. Next time you want to talk shit, remember this.”

You could barely move, your body boneless and spent, but his smugness didn’t waver. He reached for his pants, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture of your ruined, flushed form.

“Proof,” he said with a wink, before tucking it away.

want more dirtbag!danny? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[brooklynnbbg]

I love your work sm much omg!! I was wondering if you could do a bf Luigi fic where the reader says “I need you” and he goes feral 😭

♡ WARNINGS - Smut! unprotected p in v, oral (f), masturbation (f), Lu is possessive

♡ A/N -  Thank you! <3 He would go insane over this I know it!

~ Luigi had been gone all day, and you missed him, you missed the way he felt. You had been fingering yourself for the past 30 minutes, but nothing could make you cum as much as Lu. 

You lay sprawled on the bed, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your panties as you chased a release that always seemed just out of reach. Your breathing quickened, frustration mingling with the simmering heat in your core.

You didn’t hear him come in.

“What are you doing, love?” Lu's voice cut through the quiet room, low and commanding. Your eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze as he leaned against the doorway, watching you. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the flush on your cheeks, the rise and fall of your chest, and the guilty way your hand froze mid-motion.

“Lu,” you stammered, trying to pull the sheets over yourself, but he was on you in an instant. His hand caught your wrist, pulling it away as his knee pressed into the mattress.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Or is that what you were doing? Thinking about me while you touched yourself?”

Your breath hitched, and the words spilled from your lips before you could stop them. “I need you.”

Lu's demeanor shifted instantly. The teasing smirk vanished, replaced by a hunger that made your heart race. “Say that again,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost feral.

“I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation.

That was all it took. He grabbed your face, his lips crashing onto yours in a bruising kiss. His hand slid into your hair, tilting your head back as his tongue claimed your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “You’re mine,” he growled against your lips, his voice dripping with possession.

Lu's hands moved with practiced ease, pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it on the floor. He unclasped your bra, his mouth immediately latching onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand kneaded the other. Your moans filled the room, loud and uninhibited, but Luigi Silenced you with a hand around your throat, his grip firm but not restricting.

“Quiet,” he ordered, “Let me take care of you.”

He kissed his way down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled them off in one swift motion. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of you, his hand spreading your thighs wide. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust.

Without another word, he lowered his head, his tongue swiping through your folds before circling your clit. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as he worked you with a precision that had your legs trembling. “Lu, please,” you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as he brought you to the edge and tipped you over.

He didn’t stop. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, drawing one orgasm after another from you until you were a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him. When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. “I’m not done with you yet, love.”

Luigi stood, quickly shedding his clothes, his toned body illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he promised, his voice low and dangerous.

He slid into you in one slow, deliberate thrust, both of you moaning at the sensation. He didn’t hold back, his hips snapping against yours as he set a relentless pace. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust, his cock hitting that perfect spot that had you crying out in pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Take it, love. Take all of me.”

You were completely undone, your body writhing beneath him as another orgasm crashed over you. Luigi followed moments later, a guttural moan escaping him as he buried himself deep inside you, his release triggering another wave of pleasure for you.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you both caught your breath. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

“You’re mine,” he murmured again, his voice softer now but no less possessive. “Always.”

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[arixella]

Tension in the Cabin

╰┈➤ pairing: Law x GN! reader

a/n: none

summary: Trafalgar Law teases you in his usual cool, calculated manner during a quiet evening aboard the Polar Tang, but the tension between you leads to a gentle yet electrifying kiss that leaves you both breathless.

wc: 760

contains: suggestive🌹

The Polar Tang was unusually quiet for the evening, the hum of the submarine’s engines providing a steady backdrop to the calm. Most of the crew had retired for the night, leaving you with a rare moment of solitude in the captain’s quarters—well, almost solitude.

Trafalgar Law sat across from you, his ever-present fur-lined hat resting on the table beside him. He was leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, with a book in hand. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more intimidating than usual.

You tried to focus on the paperwork in front of you, but your attention kept wandering back to him. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly alluring he could be, sitting there completely unaware of the effect he had on you. Or maybe he was aware, and that smug little smirk he wore when he caught you staring wasn’t just your imagination.

"You’ve been staring for the past five minutes," Law said, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

Your cheeks flushed immediately. "I haven’t!"

He raised an eyebrow, lowering his book slightly to meet your gaze. "Lying to your captain? That’s dangerous."

You rolled your eyes, trying to focus back on the paperwork. "I’m not lying. You’re imagining things."

"Hmm." His tone was skeptical, and the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips didn’t help your flustered state.

You tried to ignore him, determined to finish your work, but the weight of his gaze was impossible to ignore. You could feel it—sharp and probing, like he was dissecting you with his eyes alone.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. "Do you need something, Law? Or are you just enjoying making me uncomfortable?"

He closed his book with a deliberate slowness, setting it down on the table before standing. Your heart skipped a beat as he made his way over to you, his long shadow falling across your desk.

Leaning down, he placed a hand on the back of your chair, trapping you in place as he tilted his head to look at you more closely.

"You’re awfully defensive tonight," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Did I do something to bother you?"

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening at the proximity. His face was so close now, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"You know exactly what you’re doing," you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

His smirk widened just a fraction, his golden eyes glinting with amusement. "Do I?"

There was a charged silence between you, the kind that made the air feel heavier. He was close enough now that you could see the faint stubble along his jawline, the intricate details of his tattoos, the way his lips curved ever so slightly as he watched you squirm under his gaze.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, turning your head away to hide the heat creeping up your neck.

Law chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "And yet, you’re still here."

Before you could formulate a response, his fingers brushed your chin, gently turning your face back toward him. His golden eyes searched yours for a moment, the teasing glint giving way to something softer, more serious.

"Maybe I am impossible," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "but you don’t seem to mind."

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, the space between you shrinking until there was nothing left. His lips met yours in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you closer.

The warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips—it was all consuming, leaving you lightheaded and breathless. You found yourself reaching up to clutch at the front of his shirt, grounding yourself as the kiss deepened.

When he finally pulled away, his lips lingered close to yours, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

"Still distracted?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your cheeks flushed. "Completely."

He smirked, brushing a thumb along your jawline. "Good. Now, finish your work. I’ll let you focus—for now."

You groaned, swatting lightly at his chest as he stepped back, that infuriatingly smug expression firmly in place.

"Don’t push your luck, Captain," you muttered, though your smile gave you away.

Law chuckled, returning to his chair and picking up his book. But this time, as he resumed reading, you couldn’t help but notice the faint flush on his cheeks and the small, genuine smile playing at his lips.

♡♡♡

[cod-thoughts]

“Thought you’d sleep in for once,” Ghost muttered, leaning down to meet Price’s lips in a lazy kiss. It wasn’t rushed—just a slow, easy press of their mouths, like they had all the time in the world.

“Couldn’t,” Price murmured against him, his hands finding Ghost’s hip. He tugged him closer, their noses brushing together as Ghost kissed him again, deeper this time. Price’s grip tightened, but there was nothing hurried about it, just deliberate and steady, as if he was memorising every detail.

Ghost huffed softly when they pulled apart, the sound low and amused. “You’re insatiable, old man.”

“Damn right,” Price shot back, his thumb tracing slow circles against Ghost’s hip. “You’re the one who came in here lookin’ like that. Can’t be helped.”

Ghost shook his head, but there was no real heat behind it, just the faintest curve of his lips, knowing he wasn't wearing anything special. He leaned in again, his fingers slipping under the collar of Price’s shirt, brushing against bare skin. Their mouths met in another kiss, slower this time, like the kindling of a fire, warmth spreading between them with every touch.

Then it happened. Ghost shifted his weight, leaning into Price a little too much as Price tugged him forward. He stumbled, landing hard in Price’s lap, chair creaking underneath them, his thighs bracketing Price’s hips as the two of them froze for a moment, faces inches apart.

“Fuckin' hell,” Ghost muttered, his hands braced on Price’s shoulders as the faintest flush crept up his neck.

Price, for his part, looked completely unbothered—if anything, the grin spreading across his face was downright wolfish. “Now this,” he said, his hands sliding up to Ghost’s waist, “is a sight I could get used to.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes, his voice low and rough. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Can you blame me?” Price replied, his gaze flickering over Ghost—his broad shoulders, the way his muscular thighs framed Price’s hips, the faint pink staining the tops of his cheeks. “Should’ve done this soon as you came in. Hell, I should have you like this all the time.”

“Thought this morning was enough for you,” Ghost shot back, his voice a teasing growl, though the flush on his face deepened.

Price’s eyes darkened, his grin turning into something hungrier. “Not even close.” Wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist, pulling him down just enough that their bodies pressed together, the solid weight of Ghost against him making Price groan softly. “You’ve no idea how fucking good you look right now.”

Ghost opened his mouth to retort, but Price didn’t give him the chance. He surged up, capturing Ghost’s lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was feral, desperate, all teeth and tongue as if Price couldn’t get enough of him. Ghost let out a low, surprised sound, his hands slipping up Price’s shoulders to his jaw as the kiss deepened.

Price’s hands roamed, one sliding up Ghost’s back to tangle in his hair, the other gripping his thigh, fingers digging into muscle as if to anchor him there. Ghost groaned, the sound muffled against Price’s mouth, his body reacting before his brain could catch up. His hips shifted instinctively, pressing harder against Price, who growled in response.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Price muttered, his voice rough and breathless as he pulled back just enough to drag his teeth along Ghost’s jaw. His lips found the sensitive spot beneath Ghost’s ear, biting down lightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.

Ghost shivered, his fingers slightly tightening around Price’s jaw. “Thought you could handle it, Captain.”

“Handle you?” Price’s laugh was dark, his lips brushing against Ghost’s throat. “Barely.”

The room felt hotter, the air between them thick with want as their movements grew more frantic. Price’s hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of Ghost’s spine, squeezing his thighs, pulling him impossibly closer. Ghost leaned into it, his breath hitching as Price’s teeth scraped against his collarbone.

“John,” Ghost rasped, his voice strained, his usual composure cracking under the heat of Price’s attention.

“Tell me,” Price said, his voice a low growl as he kissed him again, biting at his lower lip before dragging him impossibly closer. “Tell me what you want, love.”

Ghost didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed Price with a desperation that said everything, his body pressing against him as if trying to fuse them together. Price groaned into his mouth, his hands sliding to Ghost’s ass, urging him to roll his hips into a sinful grind.

Whatever playful teasing had been between them was long gone, replaced by something raw and consuming. Snaking a hand into Ghost's hair, Price pulled him back with a gasp and looked up at Ghost, his chest heaving, his brown eyes burning with want as he took in the sight of his lover—flushed, ruffled, and completely his.

[geneviveleocardius]

vander and his way of loving you

young vander

vander loves with quiet intensity. he’s not one for grand declarations, but his actions speak volumes. he’ll carry the weight of the world if it means keeping you safe. he’s protective, almost to a fault, but it comes from a place of deep love and fear of losing you. when he’s with you, he softens—his gruffness melts into warmth.

he’s a big guy, and he knows it, so his touches are gentle. he’s always aware of his strength, and he’d never want to hurt you. his love language is a mix of acts of service (fixing things for you, making sure you eat, stepping in when you need help) and physical touch (he always needs to feel you near).

vander’s kisses are slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. when he kisses you, it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. his favorite is pressing soft kisses to your forehead—it’s his way of grounding himself and reminding you how precious you are to him. when he’s feeling playful or cheeky, he’ll kiss your neck or jawline, knowing it’ll make you laugh or shiver.

when he’s desperate—when he’s worried or overwhelmed—his kisses are rougher, his hands gripping your face as though anchoring himself to you.

he keeps it simple and heartfelt: love, darlin’, sweetheart. when he’s teasing or feeling extra warm, he might call you lass with a little smirk.

vander loves holding your waist—it’s the perfect spot for him, close enough to feel you near but not too intrusive. he also loves wrapping an arm around your shoulders, especially when you’re walking together; it’s his way of showing everyone that you’re his.

when you’re sitting together, his hand often ends up resting on your thigh, his thumb absentmindedly tracing little circles. it’s a grounding gesture for him and a quiet way of reassuring you.

he’s obsessed with your hands. for someone so big and tough, your hands remind him of how delicate and beautiful you are. he loves holding them, kissing your knuckles, and marveling at how they fit so perfectly in his own.

vander is slow, patient, and deeply attentive. he’s not just focused on passion—he wants to make you feel loved and cherished in every moment. his size and strength could be intimidating, but he’s so gentle, always checking in with you and ensuring you’re comfortable.

he’s all about eye contact—it’s his way of staying connected to you, of letting you know just how much you mean to him. he whispers soft reassurances, his voice low and raspy: “you’re everything to me, love.”

if you died like vi and powder’s parents

losing you would break vander in a way that nothing else could. he’d carry the guilt forever, blaming himself for not protecting you. it would be the catalyst for his transformation into the vander we see later in arcane—a man willing to sacrifice everything to keep others from suffering the same loss he did.

he’d keep little things of yours—a scarf, a trinket—and visit the place where you fell, talking to you as if you were still there. it’s not uncommon for him to sit in silence, lost in memories of you, his hand curled into a fist as he fights back tears.

if you survived

if you made it out alive, his devotion to you would double. he’d hold you even tighter at night, as if letting go might take you away from him. every decision he makes, every risk he takes, would be filtered through the lens of keeping you safe.

your life together would be one of quiet strength. vander would work hard to create a safe home for you both, building a future even in the chaos of the undercity. he’d find joy in the small things: sharing a drink at the bar, walking through the streets of zaun hand-in-hand, or lying beside you at night, his arms wrapped securely around you.

he’d talk about starting a family one day, though the fear of bringing children into such a dangerous world would weigh heavily on him. still, with you by his side, he’d start to believe that maybe, just maybe, there could be some light in the darkness.

[kissyforkoo]

Ruin Me Softly - l. h.

pairing: heeseung x reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: smut

Wrote this while listening to “Be my Baby” by Ari

Y/N pushed open the heavy oak door of the dimly lit bar. A wave of warmth greeted her, mingling with the low hum of conversations and the rhythm of music that pulsed softly in the background. The faint scent of bourbon and cedarwood lingered in the air. She wasn’t here by accident she came for him.

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Heeseung. His broad shoulders leaned against the bar, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He exuded effortless confidence, his posture relaxed but undeniably commanding. When he glanced up and saw her, his gaze sharpened, and a slow, knowing smirk crept across his face.

“Y/N,” he greeted smoothly as she slid onto the stool beside him. His voice, deep and velvety, sent shivers dancing up her spine. “Didn’t think you’d show tonight.”

“I like to keep you guessing,” she replied, meeting his smirk with one of her own. There was a challenge in her tone, one that made his dark eyes flicker with intrigue.

He raised his glass toward her. “You’ve got my full attention.”

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Y/N’s fingers traced the rim of her glass as she eyed Heeseung across the table. The air between them was heavy with anticipation, a silent tug-of-war neither was willing to lose.

“Do you always stare at people like that?” she teased, breaking the silence.

He smirked, his dark eyes locking with hers. “Only when they’re worth staring at.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, the movement deliberate. “You must say that to all the girls.”

“I don’t,” he said simply, his gaze unwavering. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of intensity that sent a shiver up her spine. “And you know it.”

She hated how easily he got under her skin, how his confidence wasn’t the kind that tried too hard—it was natural, like he knew exactly who he was. She couldn’t help but push back. “So, what’s your game, Heeseung?”

“No game,” he said, leaning in slightly. His proximity made her pulse quicken. “I just know what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

Heeseung’s eyes flicked to her lips for just a second before returning to her gaze. “You.”

The word hung in the air, bold and unrelenting. It wasn’t the first time someone had said something like that to her, but with Heeseung, it felt different. There was no pretense, no empty charm—it was raw, unfiltered.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re going to have to work for it.”

His lips twitched into a grin, his confidence unwavering. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her heart raced as he reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. The touch was subtle, almost accidental, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her. She didn’t pull away, and neither did he.

“Careful, Heeseung,” she murmured, her voice teasing. “You might just get more than you bargained for.”

He chuckled softly, his thumb now tracing the back of her hand. “I’m counting on it.”

By the time they left the bar, the tension between them was unbearable. Every step they took side by side felt like a countdown to something inevitable.

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The door barely clicked shut before Heeseung’s hands were on her, sliding around her waist to pull her flush against him. His lips descended on hers, hot and insistent, capturing her in a kiss that stole her breath. She responded with equal intensity, her fingers gripping the front of his shirt as if anchoring herself against the storm he was unleashing inside her.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers as he panted softly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Y/N?”

Her lips curled into a teasing smirk as she tilted her head up to brush her mouth against his, barely a whisper of contact. “Show me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In one smooth motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Her back hit the wall with a soft thud, and his lips were on her neck, tracing a searing path down to her collarbone. She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin, his tongue soothing the mark he left behind.

“Heeseung,” she breathed, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging slightly.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against her throat. “You’re going to ruin me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He carried her to the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed with a controlled force that sent a thrill racing through her. He followed immediately, his body hovering over hers as his dark eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice reverent as his fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt.

Her breath hitched as he pushed the fabric up, exposing her skin inch by inch. When the shirt was finally gone, his lips were on her again, his hands following the curve of her waist before settling on her hips.

“Touch me,” she whispered, the plea barely audible.

He smirked, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. “Patience, baby. I want to take my time with you.”

She bit her lip, the anticipation driving her mad as he slid her shorts and underwear down her legs in one smooth motion. His hands were everywhere—caressing, teasing, setting her skin on fire.

When his lips trailed lower, her legs instinctively parted for him, a soft moan escaping her as his mouth explored her most sensitive places. He took his time, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to unravel her.

“You taste like heaven,” he muttered against her, his voice sending vibrations through her that left her trembling.

Her hands gripped the sheets, her head thrown back as waves of pleasure washed over her. Heeseung’s name spilled from her lips, a breathless chant that seemed to spur him on. He didn’t stop until she was gasping, her body arching off the bed as she shattered under his touch.

He climbed back up, his lips finding hers again. The kiss was slower this time, filled with an intimacy that made her heart ache. She reached between them, her fingers brushing against the bulge straining in his jeans.

“Your turn,” she whispered, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

He let out a shaky breath as she pushed him onto his back, straddling him. Her hands made quick work of his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down to free him. He hissed at the contact, his head falling back against the pillows as her hand wrapped around him.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she moved her hand in slow, deliberate strokes.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re so sensitive,” she teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Only for you,” he replied, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain control.

When she finally sank onto him, they both gasped at the sensation. Heeseung’s hands gripped her hips tightly as she began to move, setting a rhythm that had them both teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured, his gaze locked on hers.

The way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered made her heart race even faster. She leaned down to kiss him, their movements growing more frantic as they chased their release together.

When it finally hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over them and leaving them breathless and trembling in each other’s arms. uch igniting a fire that consumed them both. They moved together in perfect rhythm, the rest of the world fading into oblivion as they lost themselves in each other.

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Heeseung rolled them over, pulling her close as they lay tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

She smiled, her head resting against his chest. “More than okay.”

He chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“So are you,” she replied, leaning up to kiss him gently.

As they lay there, their bodies still intertwined, Y/N realized she’d never felt so connected to someone before. Heeseung wasn’t just good at making her feel wanted he made her feel safe, cherished.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe this was something real.

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The sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden hues. Y/N stirred, the smell of coffee and something sweet pulling her from the remnants of sleep. She wrapped a blanket around herself and padded into the kitchen, where she found Heeseung standing at the stove.

He looked utterly domestic, wearing only his boxers and the apron she rarely used. A crooked smile spread across his face when he saw her.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, flipping a pancake with surprising skill.

Y/N leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms as she watched him. “So, you cook too?”

“I’m full of surprises,” he quipped, setting a plate of pancakes on the counter.

She took a seat, letting him pour her a cup of coffee. He sat across from her, his gaze soft and attentive. “What’s on your agenda today?” he asked.

She smirked. “I don’t know. Convince me to let you stay?”

He grinned, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. “Challenge accepted.”

[on-a-lucky-tide]

cw: omegaverse, breeding.

Omega Price and Alpha Nik having sex in Nik's private heated swimming pool at one of his many villas.

It's outside on the balcony, perhaps a villa in Sicily or even in the Alps. John's been doing lazy laps and now he's in a corner, arms folded under his chin, lidded blue eyes admiring the rolling hills and green fields, an ombre of orange and red splashed across a cloudless sky as the sun sets.

He's relaxed. They're on their honeymoon, and Nik's feeling broody; he can't keep his hands off his younger mate, and John is more than happy to melt into them every time. He's lost count of the number of times they've mated since they arrived, and he's content to let the number keep rising until Nik's instincts are sated, and he's heavy with their pup.

He feels Nik's warmth press up behind him as Nik's forearm settles over the top of his, soft lips on his neck and shoulders, a big hand slipping past the waistband of his swim shorts to stroke gently over his cunt. John can feel the hard curve of Nik's thick cock against his arse and wiggles against it, teasing, even as Nik caresses into his folds.

"Spread your legs for me, detka," Nik whispers, "need to feel you."

John relaxes into Nik's warm bulk, the soft hair on his chest and belly tickling his back, impossibly gentle fingers stroking his cock in slow glides, pressing into his slit to circle his hole, teasing him until he's panting. He's pinned, he can't escape his alpha's touch, his huge body caging him in and enticing him to mate. It excites every instinct in John's brain, synapses firing off, willing him to present.

"Nik, fuck me..."

His swim shorts are pushed down his legs, all the way past his ankles, and John feels the velvet soft skin of Nik's cock brush his inner thighs, deliciously hot and sensitive. He spreads his legs, tilts his hips, arches with a low moan as his alpha eases into him. Still a little sore from the sex they had only a few hours ago, the slight ache soon melts into a slow, throbbing pleasure as he's fucked open on Nik's huge girth.

Nik is slow, deliberate, grinding deep as he nips and kisses his lover's neck. In the warm water, their soft moans and sighs rolling into each other, John surrenders completely. This isn't fucking like he's ever experienced before, but it never is with Nik.

Nik's the king of sensual lovemaking, pulling John apart until he's lost in waves of endlessly unspooling pleasure, and John wants to give himself up to his worship. The sheer size of him means the drag of his cock hits every sweet spot, his strong fingers artful in where and how they touch, leaving John's cock to tease his nipples as John arches for a kiss, wet, open-mouthed and gasping.

Their bodies rock together, Nik's powerful form rolling and flexing in the water, controlled and deliberate in every slow thrust, strong arms bracketing his omega's broad shoulders, making him feel safe, loved, protected. Nik will cherish and care for him, and their pup, the bloodshed and the pain are over for him if he wants them to be; a promise made in every kiss, every soft whisper, every act of love.

When John comes, it tumbles through him irresistibly, like he couldn't cling on even if he wanted to, his body puppeted by Nik's touch, obedient even in when and how it feels pleasure. Nik fucks him through the swells of his climax and then comes deep inside, thick pulses of heat in John's spasming channel, a large palm pressed to John's lower belly like Nik wants to feel John's womb swell with his seed.

They float in the warm water in the afterglow, John's head against Nik's shoulder as he gazes into the sky, his body clenching in involuntary throbs as it milks around Nik's knot. When the pleasure eases, their heart rates levelling out, John counts the stars emerging as midnight blue chases the burning sun towards the horizon. He's never known peace like it, his battered and aching body melting into bliss, and he trusts Nik enough to just... let go.

[i2rizz]

New year's countdown Pt.4

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If there was one thing about Sae Itoshi that always struck you, it was his quiet intensity. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or elaborate displays of affection, but his actions—subtle and deliberate—spoke volumes. And tonight, on New Year’s Eve, you found yourself wondering what he had planned.

“Be ready by eleven,” he’d told you earlier that day. His tone had been casual, but the flicker of something in his eyes hinted at something more.

True to his word, he arrived at your doorstep just as the clock struck 11. He looked effortlessly put together, as always, with his sharp coat and scarf draped loosely around his neck. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips when he saw you.

“You look nice,” he said simply, taking your hand as he led you to his car.

The drive was peaceful, the city lights casting a warm glow through the windows. Sae wasn’t much for small talk, but his presence was comforting, and you didn’t mind the quiet.

“Where are we going?” you finally asked, unable to suppress your curiosity.

“You’ll see,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the road. There was a softness in his voice that made your heart flutter.

He eventually pulled up to a hill overlooking the city, where the distant hum of festivities could be heard but not felt. The air was crisp, and a light dusting of snow covered the ground. Sae stepped out first, opening your door and taking your hand to guide you up a short path.

When you reached the top, your breath caught. A small setup awaited—a blanket, a thermos, and a lantern casting a warm, golden glow. The view of the city below was breathtaking, the lights twinkling like stars against the dark sky.

“Sae,” you whispered, touched by the effort he’d put into this.

“I figured you’d want something quiet,” he said, his gaze fixed on the view. “And I wanted... to spend this moment with you. Just us.”

You sat down together, the thermos revealing hot tea that he poured for both of you. The warmth seeped into your hands as you sipped, and the silence between you was comfortable, filled with unspoken words.

As the countdown approached, you glanced at him, taking in the way the lantern light softened his features. Sae noticed your stare, turning to meet your gaze.

“What?” he asked, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“Nothing,” you said, smiling. “Just... thank you. For this.”

His expression softened, and he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured. “You’re the only person I’d want to spend this with.”

The countdown echoed faintly from the city below.

“Ten... Nine... Eight...”

Sae’s hand found yours, his grip firm and grounding.

“Seven... Six... Five...”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

“Four... Three... Two...”

“Happy New Year,” he whispered, just before his lips met yours.

The kiss was slow and tender, carrying all the words he couldn’t seem to say. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed at you.

“Let’s make this year ours,” he said quietly, his voice filled with quiet conviction.

[dpspcehntr]

Kink Series: Zayne

Rafayel || Xavier || Sylus

Pairing: Zayne x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: temperature play, inappropriate use of evol, oral (f receiving), over stimulation, fingering (f receiving), P in V, cum play, cum eating, cum fetish, cream pie, just so much cum, spitting

A/N: Welcome to part one of this series! I didn't expect to have this much fun with this but I did. These are not beta read so please be nice to me. Continuously spreading my cum fetish Zayne agenda! Also I went kinda wild with this one but I do not regret it. As always reblogs are deeply appreciated and I hope you enjoy.

In between kisses and gropes during your usual office make out sessions you asked him a simple question.

“Can you use your evol on me?”

He didn’t say much, taking your lips into his as he pulled you off his desk and into his lap.

“N-next time. We don’t have enough time tonight.”

He whispered against your lips as he unzipped the fly on your pants. For the week after, all you could think about was the feeling of ice running down your body. You tried on your own to satisfy the itch but nothing was working. You didn’t tell him anything until you found yourself with him naked on top of you kissing you on your off day. With his evol he carefully produces a layer of ice to cover his hand. You watch in excitement as he gently places the hand on your flushed body. The cold of his fingers slowly trace circles around your hard nipples leaving you dizzy with desire. Your back arches into his touch as he tugs on your nipple and takes the other in his mouth. The sensation of cold and warm leaves you breathless as you card your hands into his hair. He groans around you as you arch further into him, grazing his raging hard on with your thigh. He switches nipples, torturing you so deliciously as you moan and writhe for him. You wanted so much more from him but his slow pace was deliberate. He liked it best when you both were so worked up, one orgasm would just never be enough for either of you. You never complained, the wait only made your release feel so much sweeter. His fingertips dance over your skin lower and lower. The cold making your head spin as he drags his middle finger over your inner thigh. You’re dripping onto the sheets below as he presses his fingers into you. You try your best to thrust yourself further onto his fingers but he doesn’t budge, taking his time pushing two fingers into you. His fingers no longer covered in ice still lingering with coldness enter you fully. He presses them deep into you, hitting your g spot. You arch deeper into his touch as he slowly thrusts them in and out of you. He sets a moderate pace, giving you just enough to keep you on the edge as you beg him for more. You feel his composure slowly slipping away as you begin to clench down onto his fingers. His pace quickens as your juices gush over his knuckles and down his hand. You cry out as you ride out your high on his fingers. It’s not enough for you, you need him inside of you right at this moment.

“Zayne please. I need you.”

He shifts his position on the bed as he settles himself between your legs. He lines himself up with your entrance and looks to you. In your blissed out state you can only nod a yes as he begins to slide into you. He takes his time bottoming out, making sure you feel every single inch being thrust into you. The teasing touch of cold long lost in the thrill of being connected once again. You cry out as he pull out and thrusts all the way back inside you. He fills you up so completely, rubbing against your walls so deliciously. You can only lie there and take everything he gives you, too lost in the pleasure of him overwhelming all of your senses. You feel yourself begin to clench down on him as your orgasm quickly builds up. He continues at his pace, drawing out your edge just a bit more. Before long your release crashes over you with a rush. You ride it out as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging your release. HIs pace begins to falter, becoming more desperate. Before he can cum inside you he pulls out of you with a shudder as he paints your stomach and thighs with his cum. You whine at the loss of him but you don’t have to wait long. He leans down hovering over where he just released onto you. He carefully begins to clean up the mess, licking every single drop off of you. You whine and writhe on the bed as he finishes cleaning up the mess he made. The desire coursing through you was almost painful as you watched him swallow every drop. He’s lines himself back up with your entrance and looks up at you.

“Ready?”

He looks into your eyes looking for any hesitation.

“F-fuck. Yes.”

Overwhelmed by what you just witnessed and blissfully fucked out you greedily agree for another. He thrusts back into you completely as you arch into him. He grips your hips and thrust you back onto him as you moan out his name. It was all too much for you and another orgasm crashes over you. You can’t keep track of when the orgasms start and stop as he plows into you chasing his own high. His thrusts become irregular as his own release is close. With one more thrust he paints your insides white. He groans loudly as he comes down from his orgasm. He pulls out once more and watches his cum leak out of you. He leans down and carefully licks from your clit to your dripping hole. You buck into him as he scopes his cum out of you with his tongue. Your clit throbs as another orgasm builds up inside you. He slurps and sucks you like a madman, savoring the taste of you mixing together. His grip on your thighs tightens as he feels you clenching down on his tongue. You grip a fist full of his hair and pull hard as your orgasm crashes down on you. The pressure bursting as you squirt over his face. He doesn't let up, sucking you until your legs start shaking. One orgasm rolls into the next as your voice goes hoarse from moaning. He eventually pulls away after having his fill. He sits up and leans over you. You look into his eyes as he leans in further, inches from your lips.

"Open up."

He slits the rest of his cum and your squirt into your mouth and your swallow it greedily. You pull him in for a heated kiss, licking the taste of both of you from his mouth. You stay locked in a heated embrace before you both pull away for air. You collapse onto the bed in exhaustion as he rolls over to the spot next to you. He pulls you close for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of you in his arms.

*the next morning*

In the morning, you wake up snuggled tight into Zayne's arms. A glass of water and a bottle of pain medicine sits on your bedside table, he must've cleaned you up in the night. You ease yourself out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to freshen up. Before long you hear the door open as a sleepy Zayne trudges in. He settles into your shoulder, his arms draped loosely around your waist. He kisses your neck before looking at you in the mirror.

"Apologies for last night. I got a bit carried away in the passions of the evening."

He blushes and avoids looking into your eyes in the mirror.

"If you're talking about spitting in my mouth, I enjoyed it. No need to apologize if I liked it."

He sheepishly makes eye contact with you in the mirror and nods. You wonder what else he's capable of when the passion takes over as your cheeks flush thinking of next time.

[iwannabahngchan]

my prey ; bangchan x reader

pairing: vampire bangchan x fem reader

genre: smut

warnings: MDNI!!! swearing, blood, petnames, chocking, spitting, bondage, rough sex, biting, oral (fem), unprotected sex.

a/n: this was inspired by the railway mv. apologies if i missed any warnings or tags! please send in requests if you have any :)

I sprinted through the woods, pushing my trembling legs to their limit as adrenaline surged through me and my heartbeat pounded against my chest with fear and adrenaline. The panting of my breath filled my ears and my chest heaved in exhaustion. Unable to go any further, I sank behind a towering tree that towered over me, offering me a fleeting sense of shelter from whatever kind of monster was hunting me. I listened out for any noise, my ears straining to pick up anything, but the silence was unbroken. I let out a quiet breathe of relief, closing my eyes. You could say it was almost too good to be true...

"Hiding from something, doll?"

My eyes snap open, wide with shock and fear. I tried to scramble backwards, but the unyielding tree pressed against my back, trapping me. Panic surged through me and my eyes welled in tears.

His piercing, dark gaze glowed with amusement at me, his lips curling into a smirk. The moon shone onto him, the rays of light similar to his pale, flawless skin which contrasted his black, tousled hair. He caressed my cheek, surprisingly gentle to what his hands are capable of doing.

"Don't be scared, its safe when its just you and me." His smooth, deep voice speaking almost predatory; his fangs glistening in the moonlight.

I awoke in an unfamiliar bed, the sheets warm against my skin and the faint scent of something metallic lingering in the air. My eyes darted around the room, my eyes landing on a silhouette in the corner of the room, making me jump.

His laugh echoed through the dim room, low and dripping with amusement. It wasn't loud - it didn't need to be - but it sent shivers down my spine, a cruel reminder that I was at the mercy of someone who found my fear entertaining. The sound of slow, deliberate footsteps filled the silence, each step heavy and drawing closer with an unsettling feeling. He reached me, standing above me with authority as I was sat at the bed beneath him helplessly.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, to have you with me at last. I knew I just had to have you when the smell of your sweet blood just kept pulling me closer." His voice laced with a sinister edge as he spoke.

I looked up at him, shaking with terror.

"W-what are you..?" I asked with nervousness, my question hanging in the air for a few moments before he spoke, leaning in closer to me.

"My names Chris, sweetheart. Im a monster, a shadow that walks amongst the living, I'm a vampire, and you're my next prey." His eyes flickering with craze and desire as I recoiled in horror.

He took me into his arms, his rough fingers brushing against my neck. His eyes fixated on my pulse as if it were the sweetest temptation. His breathe was warm against my skin when he whispered,

"Baby trust me now..."

Then with a delicate yet desperate motion, he sank his fangs into my neck. The pain was sharp, but was soon replaced with a rush of euphoria that flooded my veins as I relaxed in his touch. My eyes rolled back in bliss, as a moan slipped past my lips. My core ached with heat, arousal seeping out of me. He pulled away from me and I feel a trickle of my blood dripping down from the puncture wound. He leans back in and licks the blood, his tongue sending jolts of pain and pleasure through me.

"Your bloods addicting, doll..." He growls," I would suck you dry if I could, but your far too precious..." He pulls away, my crimson blood staining his lips. He must've noticed my eyes on his lips because the kiss he'd decided to plant on mine only confirmed. I stiffened for a moment before returning it, the pleasure getting ahead of me.

"Once we do this theres no turning back, you want this?" He asks with a serious yet seductive voice to which I nod to after a moment of hesitation.

"Don't you care about the casualties, cause its just safe when its just you and me.." He says before diving back to my lips while ripping his shirt off. The kiss was eager and messy with neediness as he pinned me under him as he tied my hands with his belt, binding my wrists together. We both lay completely undressed now and he begins to scatter kisses over my body, inching further down to my core teasingly.

"P-please, Chris.." I whine with urgency, my head falling against the pillows.

"Please what, hm? What do you want, baby..?" He mocks, his voice dripping with glee.

"P-please touch me... need you so bad." I beg powerlessly.

Not even a second after my plea, I feel his tongue circling and flicking at my clit, sucking like a man starved. My back arches, waves of lust and bliss coursing through my body as I whimper. He moans against my core, sucking intensely, hitting the perfect spot. The knot in my stomach snaps, and my orgasm crashes over me as my fingers dig into the bed. He hums against me, lapping up my juices before siting up, my slick reflecting off his lips.

He hovers over me, his cock sliding against my pussy. My eyes sparkled at the sight of his massive, erect cock glistening with pre-cum. His tip catches on my clit and settles into my entrance slowly, sliding in with ease. He bottoms out in me with a groan, burying his head into my neck as he sets a steady pace while I moan in gratitude. Without warning, his hips begin slamming into me, his dick fucking into me at a rapid speed while muttering,

"Take it you fucking minx.." He moans and trails kisses along my collarbone and neck.

He was fucking me like an animal in heat, his thrusts harsh and deep with every buck of his hips. He bites into my shoulder, draining blood out of me again as I gasp for air, his speed giving me no break..

"Need no break, no breaks, fuck.." He mumbles.

He was completely consumed by the moment, desire and need driving him insane and in showed in his actions. His hands gripped onto my neck tightly, chocking me while he completely ruined me, pounding into me with no mercy. Tears of pleasure ran down my cheeks while his breathe came in ragged gasps. His eyes locked on mine, full of dominance and control. He had never felt such power, such need to have a mortal like you, yet it drove him wild. Each thrust grew sloppier and his hips stuttered when my walls squeezed his monster cock.

"C-chris, gonna.. fuck, im cumming!' I moan as I scream his name like a melody. My vision blurs and I once again am overwhelmed with an orgasm so intense. He didn't stop though, it had only encouraged him as he pumped his cock into me erratically. I cried in overstimulation.

"Fucking slut, take it!' He growls almost possessed.

With one last thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside of me and with a guttural moan, came. His warm seed completely filled me to the brink. His rhythm carried on, however slow and tiredly as he rode out his orgasm, lost in primal desire. He looks down at me, his eyes being drawn to the numerous amount of bite marks that covered my neck. He brung his wrist to his lips and bit harsh, tearing the skin as blood poured from his veins quickly. He leans down, spitting his blood into my mouth as his hand grips my chin open, I swallow it all. He smirks at my submissiveness before pulling out and cleaning me up with a warm towel.

"My prey..." He murmurs as we lay together in exhaustion after he'd marked me as his.

[thef1diary]

dirtbag!carlos is filthy…. I LOVE IT

can you do one with inexperienced reader and he loves how timid she is?

— thank you!! I’m loving the innocent reader aspect a lil too much lately 🫣 18+ content below

Carlos always had a way of making you feel small—not just in stature, but in how effortlessly he unraveled every ounce of composure you thought you had. You were sitting on the edge of his bed now, naked, your thighs pressed tightly together, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to avoid his gaze. It was impossible, though; Carlos had a presence that demanded your attention, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

“You’re always so shy with me,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost teasing, as he kneeled between your legs. “But you’ll let me see everything tonight, huh? All mine to play with.”

Your face burned as he spread your legs gently, his large hands firm on your thighs. The cool air brushed over your already soaked folds, making you shiver, and he chuckled low, the sound vibrating straight to your core.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his thumb grazing lightly over your clit. The simple touch made you jolt, a gasp escaping your lips. “You’re dripping, nena. Tell me, have you ever been this wet for anyone else?”

“N-no,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I… I’ve never—”

He tilted his head, his lips curving into that cocky smirk that made your knees weak. “Never let anyone touch you like this before?”

You shook your head, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I’ve only tried… by myself,” you admitted, your voice shaky.

Carlos’s smirk deepened. “Tried?” he echoed, sliding his thumb lower, just barely brushing over your hole. “Couldn’t make yourself cum, could you?”

You shook your head again, biting your lip as embarrassment washed over you.

“That’s because these pretty little fingers of yours weren’t enough, princesa,” he murmured, lifting your hand to kiss your fingertips. “You needed someone who knows what they’re doing. Someone like me.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over your soaked folds. “But this tight little cunt,” he muttered, almost to himself, “it’s not ready for my cock yet. Might be too much for you to handle.”

Before you could respond, his tongue flicked out, gliding over your clit in a soft, experimental stroke. Your hips jerked off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

“Easy, nena,” he murmured, his voice muffled against you. “I’ve got you.”

He took his time, his mouth moving against you in slow, deliberate strokes that made your head spin. His tongue pierced through the haze of pleasure, the metal ball grazing over your sensitive nub with just enough pressure to make you whimper.

“Carlos,” you gasped, your hands flying to his hair, tugging helplessly as he sucked gently on your clit, his tongue working in languid circles that left you trembling.

“Hmm,” he hummed against you, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still. “So fucking sweet. You’ve been hiding all this way, haven’t you?”

You nodded weakly, unable to form words as he doubled down, the warmth of his mouth overwhelming. He spread your folds apart with his tongue, dipping into your hole before returning to your clit. The soreness of your untouched cunt melted into pleasure, an intense heat building low in your belly that you’d never felt before.

“Let go for me,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Show me how good I make you feel, princesa. I want to hear you scream my name.”

And then his mouth was back on you, relentless and unyielding, his tongue and lips working in perfect sync until the knot in your stomach snapped. You cried out, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your hands clinging to his hair for dear life.

When you finally came down, he pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, his smirk returning as he sat back on his heels. “Told you, didn’t I?” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You just needed me to teach you.”

“Can you teach me more?” You asked, almost timidly, and were met with a wicked smirk from him, already revealing his response.

want more dirtbag!carlos? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[tkdb-hell]

Can I have 42 with leo pls?? I feel like this fits him so well cause canonically he's needy as hell

#42 - Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

Kisses Prompt List • Kisses Masterlist

(I do my best to write the reader as gender neutral unless otherwise specified - if you send me an ask and prefer masc or fem, please let me know)

♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡

The clock ticked steadily in the corner of the room, a quiet reminder of the hours passing by as you hunched over your desk. Papers were spread out like a battlefield of evidence—scrawled notes, charts, and anomaly data you had painstakingly gathered over the past week. The glow of your desk lamp was the only source of light, and it illuminated your furrowed brow as you wrote.

“Honor roll,” came a familiar drawl from behind you, cutting through the silence.

You sighed, not even glancing back. “What is it, Leo?”

Leo Kurosagi leaned against the doorframe, headphones looped around his neck, his sharp yellow eyes glinting with mischief. He wore his usual smirk—the one that said he was about to be the most infuriating person in the room.

“I’m bored.”

“That’s a you problem,” you replied dryly, flipping a page in your report.

He scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for you to finish this thrilling masterpiece for hours. I think I’ve been pretty damn patient.”

“Two hours isn’t exactly heroic patience, Leo,” you countered, scribbling another note.

Leo’s footsteps padded closer, and you felt his presence loom over your shoulder. He reached out, picking up a random page from your pile.

“This is so dull,” he whined, scanning the report. “‘Anomaly contained with assistance from Jabberwock Ghouls.’ Yawn. Can’t you spice it up a little? Throw in something fun, like how I swooped in to save the day?”

“You tripped over your own feet during that case,” you shot back, snatching the paper from his hands and placing it back on the desk.

“Details,” he dismissed, leaning down so his chin almost rested on your shoulder. “Come on, Honor Roll. Take a break. This isn’t due until tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to be up all night finishing it.” You tried to focus on the page in front of you, but his closeness made it impossible to concentrate. “Go do a livestream or something.”

“But I want your attention,” he said, his voice dropping into a lower, more petulant tone. “You’re always so fucking serious when you’re working.”

“That’s because I actually work, Leo,” you teased, giving him a quick glance. “Unlike some people.”

He gasped mockingly. “How dare you? I’m a very influential member of society.”

You snorted, but before you could fire back, you felt his hands on the back of your chair, spinning it around to face him. His smirk was wider now, his eyes glinting with a mixture of playfulness and determination.

“Leo, I’m working,” you reminded him, trying to turn the chair back around, but he held firm.

“Correction: you were working,” he said, leaning down until his face was inches from yours. “Now you’re taking a break.”

“Leo—”

The rest of your sentence was cut off as his lips pressed against yours, soft and warm and utterly distracting. His hands slid to the arms of your chair, trapping you in place as he kissed you with a slow, deliberate intent.

It was unfair how easily he made you forget everything else. The report, the deadline, the fatigue—all of it dissolved under the weight of his touch. You let out a muffled protest, but it quickly melted into a sigh as his fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your face up for a better angle.

When he finally pulled back, his smirk was infuriatingly smug. “See? Way more fun than that boring ass paperwork.”

You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts. “You can’t just kiss me to stop me from working.”

“Uhh, yeah I can?” he countered, leaning in for another kiss.

This time, you placed your hands on his chest, stopping him just short. “Leo, seriously. I need to finish this.”

He groaned dramatically, straightening up and throwing his head back like you’d just told him the world was ending. “You’re so boring Honor Roll. Fine, I’ll just suffer in loneliness over here while you obsess over your precious report.”

“Good,” you replied with a small smile, turning back to your desk. “Suffering builds character.”

You barely had time to write another word before you felt his arms wrap around your shoulders from behind. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.”

“Leo—”

And just like that, his lips were on yours again, his weight tipping your chair back slightly as he pulled you closer. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, muffled by his kiss, and he took full advantage of your momentary weakness to deepen it.

This time, you let him win.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, and he looked downright triumphant. “There,” he said smugly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Now you’re ready to write about how amazing I am.”

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he replied, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before releasing you. “I’ll leave you alone—for now. But don't keep me waiting much longer.”

As he sauntered off, you turned back to your work, cheeks still warm and lips tingling. You sighed, shaking your head.

Leo Kurosagi: the ultimate distraction.

[nanamincreampie]

Holiday Confessions

Higuruma Hiromi x Black plus size reader

Warnings: oral sex( f. receiving), penetrative sex, missionary, doggy-style, mentions of hair-pulling

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, casting soft shadows over the cozy living room. Snow fell gently outside, muffling the world beyond the windows, but inside, it was just the two of you. The small Christmas tree you’d decorated earlier twinkled in the corner, a quiet backdrop to the intimate evening you’d planned.

Higuruma sat across from you on the couch, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the moment. He held a small, neatly wrapped box in his hands, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over the ribbon. His dark eyes met yours, and you could see the nervousness flickering behind them.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly but tinged with warmth.

“I wanted to,” you replied, smiling softly. “You deserve something special.”

His gaze lingered on you, taking in the way the soft candlelight highlighted your beautiful, full curves and the glow of your rich skin. You were stunning, and it wasn’t the first time he’d found himself completely captivated by you.

With a small, almost shy smile, you handed him your gift. “Open it.”

He hesitated, his fingers hesitantly tugging at the ribbon, and then carefully peeled back the wrapping paper. Inside was a sleek, leather-bound journal with his initials embossed in gold.

“I know you like to write,” you said, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. “I thought it might be nice for you to have something personal.”

Higuruma stared at the gift for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then he looked up at you. “This is… thoughtful,” he said, his voice thick. “No one’s ever…” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly as if to push back the emotion threatening to surface.

“Hey,” you said gently, reaching out to touch his hand. “You can talk to me.”

For a moment, he was silent, his thumb brushing over the journal’s cover. Then, with a deep breath, he spoke.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours. “I don’t know how to express… how much you mean to me. I’ve spent most of my life feeling detached like nothing really mattered. But you changed that. You’ve made me feel things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, your chest tightening with emotion.

“Higuruma,” you whispered, leaning closer.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady but raw with vulnerability. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

The weight of his confession hung in the air, and you felt your eyes welling with tears. “I love you too,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

Relief washed over his face, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was tender and filled with unspoken passion.

His hands cupped your face, his touch gentle yet possessive, as the kiss deepened. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as the world around you faded away.

“Let me show you that my actions speak louder than words,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky.

You nodded, your breath hitching as he trailed soft kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He guided you gently onto the couch, his hands exploring your curves with reverence.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “Every inch of you.”

His words sent shivers down your spine as he slowly undressed you, taking his time to appreciate every part of you. The candlelight danced over your bare skin, and the way he looked at you like you were a masterpiece made your cheeks flush.

He was slow, deliberate, his touches igniting a fire within you. When he finally joined your bodies, it was nothing short of breathtaking. His movements were controlled, his focus entirely on you, ensuring every moment was as pleasurable as it was intimate.

The connection between you was undeniable, the culmination of all the unspoken emotions you’d both held back. As you clung to him, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony, you felt a profound sense of belonging.

Higuruma's lips brushed against yours with tentative softness at first, as though he were testing the waters. His dark, intense eyes searched yours, and when you leaned into him, his hesitation melted. The kiss deepened, growing hotter and more insistent as his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against his solid frame.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and raw. “About touching you, holding you, making you mine. You don’t know how hard it’s been to hold back.”

You smiled against his mouth, your fingers curling into the soft strands of his hair. “Then don’t hold back anymore.”

That was all he needed. His hands roamed your body with a newfound urgency, exploring every curve and dip of your frame as if memorizing you. He tugged at the hem of your sweater, and you raised your arms to help him slide it off, leaving you in a lacy bra that hugged your full chest perfectly.

“God,” he breathed, his eyes darkening as they raked over your body. “You’re stunning.”

Heat bloomed across your skin under his intense gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself, Hiromi.”

A rare smirk tugged at his lips, but it vanished when his hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra. He peeled it away, baring you to him completely. His hands came up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered, leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. The flick of his tongue against the sensitive peak sent a shiver through you, and you gasped, arching into his touch. His other hand kneaded your other breast, squeezing gently before letting his fingers wander down to your stomach.

“Hiromi,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with desire.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his breath warm against your skin.

“I want you,” you said, your fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt. “All of you.”

His hands stilled, and he pulled back slightly to look at you. “You have all of me,” he said, his voice full of quiet intensity.

He helped you remove his shirt, revealing the lean, toned muscles of his chest and the light dusting of hair that trailed down to the waistband of his slacks. Your hands roamed over his skin, savoring the feel of him as he leaned in to kiss you again.

But this time, he didn’t stop at your lips. His kisses trailed down your neck, along your collarbone, and lower still until he was kneeling between your legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and slowly slid them down, taking your panties with them.

“You’re beautiful everywhere,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your inner thigh.

You shivered as he kissed a path higher, his breath hot against your skin. When his tongue finally met your slick folds, you cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Hiromi,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth.

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. His tongue circled your clit with practiced precision, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pressure. Two fingers slipped inside you, curling just right to hit that sensitive spot that made you see stars.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against you. “I could stay here all night.”

Your legs trembled as he pushed you closer to the edge, and when you finally came, it was with a loud, shuddering cry. He didn’t stop right away, drawing out your pleasure until you were begging him to let you catch your breath.

But he wasn’t done yet.

He climbed back over you, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands gripped your thick thighs as he positioned himself between them, his cock hard and leaking against your entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse with restraint.

“Yes,” you breathed, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch of him as he filled you completely. The stretch was intense but delicious, and you moaned as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against yours.

“God, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, each one drawing a gasp from your lips. But as the tension built, his pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency.

“Turn over for me,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

You did as he asked, kneeling on the couch with your hands braced against the armrest. He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he slid back inside you. The new angle let him hit deeper, and you cried out, your back arching in pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he growled, his hand sliding up your back before tangling in your hair. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice trembling as he pounded into you.

His hand slid around to your front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed you over the edge again, your body convulsing as you screamed his name.

Hiromi wasn’t far behind. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he spilled into you.

Later, as you lay tangled together on the couch, your bodies still buzzing from the intensity of the moment, he kissed your forehead softly.

“You’re my everything, Merry Christmas sweetheart” he whispered, his voice full of quiet reverence.

“And Merry Christmas to you too hiromi,” you replied, your heart full and content.