CW: praise kink, it sucks

f!reader

There was something profoundly intoxicating about being praised. Something addictive in the way it wrapped around your spine and sank into your bloodstream. The immediate, visceral confirmation that you were doing something right—something worthy, had your head spinning in a dizzying euphoria.

Sylus was particularly good at this dance.

He knew exactly how to build you up, how to feed you just enough softness that made you melt into the sheets while he bullied your pussy with his cock.

His hips snapped into yours in a relentless rhythm, each thrust punching near pornographic sounds from your throat as you sank deeper and deeper into the mattress.

“You sound so pretty, sweetie,” he grunted, dipping down to press slow, possessive kisses along your neck and jawline. “Always letting me make a mess of you… taking me so well.”

Forming a reply felt impossible. Each attempt of shaping a word tumbled out as a jagged moan or sharp breath as he drove harder into your throbbing heat.

“Fuuck, kitten…" his hips stuttered for half a second before picking up again, harder. "You’re being so good tonight. So fucking good for me.”

The praise hit deeper than his thrusts, had you mewling and clawing mindlessly at the shifting muscles on his back, as if they could anchor you to reality.

“Sy—! Baby—mmmgh— you fuck me so good—!"

"Yeah?" he panted, lifting his head just enough to really look at you. To admire your face which contorted in pleasure just for him. His hand snaked beneath your hips, lifting, angling you just right.

The change had you arching violently, a cry ripping from your chest as he hit that perfect spot. Your cunt suctioned his cock, dragging him back in each time he pulled out.

"Yes! Holy—nngh—no one makes me feel like you do... you're so good f'me—so good—"

His cock throbbed noticeably inside you at the reiterated praise.

"Careful, sweetie…" he muttered, though there was no real warning in it. His fingers found your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between them until your back arched again. "…keep talking like that…"

You smirked, a tease emerging from the haze of pleasure.

"And you'll cum?" you murmured playfully, even as your body trembled beneath him.

His eyes fluttered shut, ears flushing a telltale pink.

"Brat," he huffed, voice thick and amused, yet strained. "I will," his hips snapped harder, dragging a gasp from you. "You keep running that mouth like you don't want me to show you what being good gets you."

Your stomach flipped as his thrusts grew rougher, becoming greedier, jolting you with each deep stroke.

“M’close—!” you cried, the words breaking apart as your lips fell open.

“Yeah?” he kissed the corner of your mouth softer now. “Such a good girl, kitten. So beautiful when you’re about to fall apart on my cock.”

"Syluusss—" you whimpered, the plea barely coherent. "Please…"

He seized your lips in a consuming kiss, swallowing the sound.

“You can,” he murmured, the words a promise delivered against your lips. “Cum for me.”

With a broken moan lost between his lips, your body trembled, your pussy tightening and pulsing around him.

His mouth pulled from yours, though stayed close. “That’s it… yeah… just like that.”

Sylus’ thrusts didn’t slow, staying relentless as he dragged you through every aftershock. His hands moved, firm as he pressed your shaking thighs—clamped tight around his hips—down towards the bed to give himself better access.

You kissed along his jaw. “Will you cum for me? Please, baby…" your voice turned sweet and coaxing again. “I’ve been so good… want you to be good and stuff me full.”

“Sweetie—fuck—“

"Yeah… c'mon handsome," you purred, cradling his head, lips brushing his ear. "Be a good boy n make a mess in me."

He came embarrassingly fast after that.

fluff and smut (cockwarm) because i think this is cute. yeahhh.. self indulgent bcs i caught a fever few hours ago.. and i cant sleep.

oh you feel very terrible and floaty and pissy at everything. at 12am too. worst part is you can't even attempt to sleep these miseries away like normal people should when the sky is draped in still black.

your nose is stuffy. at least it's only the right one. but it's still stupid and annoying to exhale harshly like you can repel the blockage out only to feel your warm breath coming out of one hole only.

"raf, i can't sleep," his body jolts at the intrusion of your nasally whine.

rafayel kissed you good night a few hours ago and dismissed himself to catch up with his painting.

he doesn't know you have a fever.

actually, you didn't know you'd caught a fever too until you felt an itch at the base of your throat. then came the whole coughing fit, your shared bed seconds away from becoming your death bed because you almost choked yourself.

"..why can't you– are you okay?!" rough fingertips gently slide across your warm skin, angling your head to his level. "did you get the fever?"

a true sorcery how hypnotic his touch is. his cool palm on your forehead. the next second, something soft and plush materialises beneath your body. back in the bed again it seems. bed means few other things too, your brain decides.

"can we cockwarm?"

the fever truly has a mind of its own. now your boyfriend's going to think you're a true freak at any given time and situation. fuck it, he's your boyfriend after all. your mind believes his dick can miraculously cure you.

"you need to sleep, cutie."

"'m going too. preferably with you inside me. promise." you hold up a pinky.

he's slightly concerned but oh well. if he's not in the slightest getting turned on from how soft and pliant you look in his bed. even earlier when you came up to him in nothing beneath the loose cotton, he was ready to pounce until he saw your frustrated face.

your nose feels less stuffy finally. you just need to sleep with something to keep you warm and distracted from the noise in your head. preferably with something inside you.

"please," you whisper. hand reaching for the band of his sweats. "cock." a funny, drowsy smile on your lips as you cup his half hard length.

"so funny huh, cutie." his sweats is quickly off and tossed aimlessly. the anticipation doubles when rafayel pulls your hips closer. giving his cock a few more pumps, the blunt tip languidly brushing your wet entrance, eliciting yourself an impatient hiss.

he elevates your leg over his waist and pushes his thick length all the way in. soft moans tip over your parted lips as rafayel gladly kisses the underside of exposed jaw. filling you up at all the right places, sick and hot cunt plugged up nicely.

"how about one round?"

"how about you sleep?" he kisses the protest on your lips, pinning your body in place. "sleep. see how i'll wake you up tomorrow if your body gets enough rest."

his other hand is up in your hair caressing and pulling the locks with such gentleness. effectively stealing any process of your early thoughts. as he watches your eyes flutter, gone the stubbornness as exhaustion takes over.

the lads men as high vs low cortisol boyfriends

a/n: i love this trend i think it’s so fun LOL i hope you guys enjoy these silly headcanons :D might be ooc sorry !! tags/warnings: fluff for all !! suggestive and mentions of sex (rafayel and zayne), nothing else i think! masterlist

SYLUS

low cortisol bf x low cortisol gf, you are exactly who you think you are, and sylus is #him.

sylus literally had the entire N109 zone in the palm of his hands and anyone who tries to cross him gets turned to DUST

he knows he always gets what he wants and even when things seem to go awry he known they’ll get back on track somehow someway

you have so much faith in him and his abilities and intelligence that you rarely get stressed after meeting him

the times you have a dilemma or are wound too tight he knows exactly the solution to your problem and helps you relax in any way necessary <3

anytime you might be stressed by deadlines or insane work loads he asks you to take a couple days off and flies you out to an insane resort or private beach and is drinking piña coladas by the beach with you and taking naps in hammocks

fem!caleb teaching you how to please yourself.

your jiejie, who’s decided her sweet, clueless meimei needs to learn how to make herself feel good—because apparently you’re hopeless at it on your own.

she’s got you spread out on her bed, back against the headboard, thighs pushed wide and trembling. she’s kneeling between your legs in nothing but her favorite black thong, long brown hair falling over one shoulder as she looks down at you like you’re her favorite project.

“poor baby,” she coos, voice low and syrupy while she drags one fingertip along your soaked slit, collecting your wetness just to watch you twitch. “you really don’t know how to touch this pretty pussy properly? jiejie’s gonna fix that right now.”

you’re already flushed and squirming, embarrassed but so needy you can’t hide it. she just smiles—slow, wicked—and brings your own hand down between your legs.

“show me how you usually do it, meimei. let jiejie see what a bad job you’ve been doing.”

your fingers fumble, clumsy circles over your clit that are too light, too fast, too all over the place. she watches for maybe ten seconds before clicking her tongue.

“no wonder you never cum properly,” she murmurs, prying your hand away gently but firmly. “you’re teasing yourself like it’s a punishment. let jiejie teach you how it’s done.”

she replaces your fingers with hers—two long, elegant ones sliding inside you without warning, slow and deep until they’re buried to the last knuckle. you gasp sharp, back arching off the pillows.

“there we go,” she breathes, curling them immediately, searching, pressing—then finding it. that spot. the one you didn’t even know was there. the second the pads of her fingers drag over it, firm and deliberate, your whole body jerks like you’ve been electrocuted.

“f-fuck—jiejie—!”

“mmhm. that’s the spot, baby,” she purrs, keeping the pressure steady, stroking it in slow, come-hither motions while her thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing lazy, perfect circles. “this is what you’ve been missing. feel how full you are? how wet you’re getting just from jiejie’s fingers knowing exactly where to touch?”

you can’t answer—only broken moans spilling out as your hips snap up instinctively, chasing the drag of her fingers, fucking yourself onto her hand like you’re starving for it. your nails dig into her shoulders, leaving little crescent marks on her soft skin while she leans in closer, free hand cupping the back of your neck so she can watch every filthy expression cross your face.

“look at you,” she whispers, voice rough with her own arousal. “humping jiejie’s fingers ... what a desperate little baby. so greedy for that spot now that you know it exists, huh?”

she speeds up just a fraction—curling harder, stroking faster—while her thumb presses firmer on your clit, slick and relentless. your thighs shake violently, hips bucking wildly, grinding down to take her deeper, to make her hit it again and again.

“jiejie—please—oh god—it’s too much—!”

“no such thing,” she coos softly, kissing the corner of your mouth while her fingers never stop. “you’re gonna cum like this, meimei. gonna soak my hand, gonna learn exactly how your pussy likes to be fucked. then next time you try to touch yourself alone? you’ll remember jiejie’s fingers right here—” she curls again, hard, making stars burst behind your eyes “—and you’ll cum so fast thinking about me.”

your moans turn into sobs, head thrown back, hips snapping up desperately to meet every thrust of her hand. you’re clenching so tight around her fingers she can barely move them, but she doesn’t stop—just keeps stroking that perfect spot, keeps rubbing your clit until your whole body locks up.

“that’s it—good girl—cum for jiejie—let me feel it—”

you shatter with a broken cry, gushing around her fingers, thighs clamping down on her wrist as wave after wave rips through you. she works you through it slow and mean, drawing it out until you’re whimpering, oversensitive, still twitching on her hand.

when you finally slump back, panting and wrecked, she pulls her fingers free with a wet sound, brings them up to her mouth and licks them clean while staring right into your dazed eyes.

“see?” she murmurs, licking a stripe up her palm. “that’s how you please yourself properly. but don’t worry, baby…” she leans down, kissing you deep so you can taste yourself on her tongue.

“…jiejie’s gonna keep teaching you. over and over. until you can’t cum without thinking of my fingers inside you.”

she smirks, already sliding those same slick fingers back down to tease your still-throbbing entrance.

“ready for lesson two, meimei? we’re just getting started~ ”

12.22.25 happy birthday kageyama!!

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