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Sylus who can’t keep his hands to himself whenever you’re in close proximity to him. He always has to have some part of his body touching yours or he starts to lose his mind.

Sylus who whines whenever you pull away because he’s turning into a goddamn furnace presses against your body. “Where are you going, kitten? Let me hold you just a while longer, yeah?” He whispers into your ear, kissing along your neck until you stop huffing about his body heat.

Sylus who physically can’t resist not buying you the most beautiful and expensive lingerie he can find, he loves seeing you all dolled up for him, even if he knows you can get insecure sometimes. He tuts whenever you try to cover up, pulling your hands away and holding them in his own. “I want to see all of you. C’mon, take it off for me now, so I can get my money’s worth, doll.”

Sylus who is unabashedly possessive whenever you’re out together, he doesn’t care who sees or hears them. He has to have a hand on your back, around your waist, anywhere to show that you are his pretty girl.

Sylus who doesn’t mind when you get self-conscious and hide away from him for a few days, but he won’t let it get beyond that. He respects your need for space, but he refuses to let you wallow in your vulnerability for too long.

He starts showing up randomly to your apartment, wordlessly sinking into the couch and pulling you onto his lap so he can rub along your tummy quietly and inhale your scent. He’ll always be there for you, his presence the one thing that was stable. You never pushed him away though, so he knew you needed him now just as much as he needed you.

Sylus who complains whenever you don’t wanna go out and be seen with him any chance he gets, scoffing as he stares back down at you with his undeniably fond gaze. “Kitten, do you not want anyone to know I’m yours? Fine, we can just prove it a different way.”

Sylus who likes to put you in such a mean mating press until you’re whimpering and gasping for air. He’s so cruel, shoving his thick cock into your slick walls as his cum from previous rounds gushed down your thighs. “*Fuck*, baby, all mine… love you so much.”

Sylus who is always so eager to praise you for the smallest things, gripping your hips and kissing down your cheeks and jaw to show how proud of you he was— especially when you were riding him so deeply. “That’s my good girl, just like that..”

Sylus who is beyond proud to show off your engagement ring when you finally caved and said yes to him. He never shuts up about it, only feeling more accomplished when you finally moved in together. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he’d murmur every morning, so content to be waking up beside the love of his life forever.

warning: he’s a little mean :p sorry it’s self-indulgent

Caleb had put up with your attitude for years; growing up with you while you grew into a bratty teenager did little to soothe the grating of his nerves.

He only seemed to notice how much worse your attitude got as you got older. He thought you’d grow out of it with time, since he only ever did come around occasionally after he became colonel.

Caleb was truly less than thrilled to see the same pinched brows and folded arms aimed at him that had been for so many years now. He could feel his own eyes narrow, biting down on his tongue so he wouldn’t say anything you both knew he’d regret.

He also didn’t want you just getting away with this though, not since it was just you two now after Josephine passed. She may have let you sulk and whine until you got your way, but he had his limits.

“Don’t you hear yourself sometimes?” His eyes glittered, an intense stare pointed just at you as he gripped the waistband of your shorts. “You say so much, yet so little. Are you trying to provoke me, pips?”

He heard your breath catch, your frown dying as you leaned closer to him in return. “You can’t tell me what to do, Caleb. It’s not like you were ever here anyway,” you bit out at him, knowing it would only serve to irritate him further.

Caleb bristled, his hand slipping beneath your shorts as he nudged you back against the wall. “Yeah? I wasn’t here, so you get to be a brat. Is that what I’m hearing?”

All of your words died on your tongue, heat rushing to your cheeks as he cornered you. His presence was always so.. demanding. His smell was strong and always managed to lure you in.

“Now you’re quiet, pips. That’s better, yeah? I don’t wanna hear a second more of your nonsense,” he mumbled, brushing his nose against yours. He didn’t kiss you though. He didn’t feel like you deserved it. Not yet, at least.

He dragged you back to his room, kicking the door closed before pushing you down onto his knee as he settled down on the bed. “I don’t wanna hear your voice, alright? You’ll take it like a good girl, pips. Since you don’t know how to behave unless I remind you..”

You whined softly, leaning your head down onto his spread thighs as he practically tore your shorts down. His large palm dug into the fat of your ass, giving the skin a light smack to watch your face contort with pleasure. You were so perverted, but he loved it. You were perfect for him.

His eyes narrowed, leaning down to whisper into your ear as he gripped your asscheek firmly. “Keep track in your head, okay? If your count is off, we’ll have to start over.” He hummed, kissing your cheek before pulling back.

His smacks were harsh, each one accommodated by a short rub to help soothe the ache. He wasn’t that cruel.

Caleb almost beamed with joy as he felt your slick dripping through the fabric of your panties onto his thigh, tears lingering in your eyes. “Mmm.. so pretty, baby. It’s a shame you’re such a brat.” He purred lowly, giving your hair a gentle tug before resuming his actions.

By the time he was done with you, he was pleased to see how wet and quiet you were. You gripped onto his shoulders, his own arms wrapping around you as he kissed your forehead lovingly.

“I love you, pips.. you’re my good girl, yeah?”

Caleb was sure he’d died and gone to heaven when he had somehow managed to convince you to be his girlfriend. He was insane and absolutely shameless, but you found yourself adoring him.. even if he was a bit unhinged.

He was nothing if not eager to always touch you someway; a hand on your thigh, grabbing your boob from behind as he’d lean on your shoulder, or even just full on bear hugging you during sex. He always wanted to have his hands on you. Simple.

The poor baby even started giving his sad, wet dog look whenever you swatted his hands away, his fingers twitching at his sides as he did his best to be good for you. “Don’t be like that, pips. You know I wanna feel my girl.” He could respect your wishes for space, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hard anytime you were close by. It was like his dick had a radar now and perked up whenever your hips would sway in his view or he’d catch a glimpse of that delicious tummy hiding under your top.

It was absolute torture. He was convinced you were sent to try and test his will, to see if he could be a gentleman.

But he wasn’t.

Not when he had you folded in half on his bed, whispering soft apologies for how deep he was hitting your cervix, kissing along your knees as he thrusted balls deep into that warm cunt he called home. “Holy shitttt, you’re so perfect. Please marry me, please have my kids..” His fingers bit into your sides, rubbing his thumbs along the stretch marks devotedly.

Sure, it was dirty talk, but you both knew he was dead serious. He would do anything to feel his cum spilling inside you, to knock you up and be able to hold onto even more of you. He almost came just thinking about it.

Anytime your legs spread wider for him, your shyness giving way to his cock, he couldn’t bite back a grin. He’d lace his arms around your waist, his head dipping into your neck as he pushed his hips into yours harder. He didn’t care for the mess, not the lewd squelches with every movement of his hips. He liked it, if anything. It reminded him that you wanted this just as much as he did.

And when you’d start crying out his name? Oh, he was a goner. His vision practically whited out as he came, wishing so so badly that there wasn’t a condom between you two and he could get his pretty girl pregnant :[.

It started as him casually biting along your neck, his arms lacing around you so you wouldn’t slip away from him. He’d whine against your skin, licking along the pretty bite marks he’d left behind for you to remember him.

He wasn’t satisfied with just marking you up though, he wanted you to claim him in return. He wanted to be as much of yours as you were his.

Satoru did his best to subtly tilt his head at first to get your lips on his skin, grinding his hips against you like a pathetic little shit. “Mm.. right there, baby,” he groaned, biting down on your shoulder as his hand slipped under your shirt to grip your chest.

Anytime you’d stop or pull away before a visible mark was left, he’d resort to giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “No, please, gimme more..” His words were slurred, drooling against your neck at how fucked out he was just from some simple touches and bites.

He followed you around everywhere as the days passed, getting more and more needy to be marked by you, to have your teeth marks etched into his skin.

When you finally gave in, it only took minutes for him to cum in his boxers. He let you maneuver him however you liked, sitting on his chest as you lavished his neck with hickeys. You were like a vampire, sucking on his skin until his eyes glistened with tears. “Ohmygod, fuck, baby.. yes,” he groaned, his body trembling under yours.

He had never felt so weak in his life, his skin tingling all over as you licked down his neck. “Shit, I’m gonna cum again,” he whimpered, his hips bucking as you pinned him down. He almost cried out in pleasure as soon as you rolled your own hips against his crotch, his cum leaking through the fabric of his boxers as his whole body jerked.

He finally had half a mind to hold onto you, rolling you over onto your back and kissing along your face. “I love you, honey… please don’t ever leave.” He mumbled, nuzzling into your chest.

Rafayel wasn’t one to suggest public sex, but he was just so needy tonight. You both had been in his sports car for a while now, his hand lingering on your thigh as your things pressed together.

He didn’t need any more convincing, pulling the car off along the road to finally get more than just his hands on you.

He gently pushed you up onto the hood of the car, kissing along your neck and down your shoulder. “Love you, baby.. please,” he whined so nicely, knowing his long lashes was all he needed to convince you to part your thighs for him.

Rafayel leaned you back, pulling your panties down just enough so he could rub the head of his cock along your folds. He let out a pathetic groan, barely hesitating before he was sinking into your heat. “Fuckk, I love you.. I love you..” He babbled on stupidly, fucking into you harder as he pushed your legs over his shoulders.

The setting sun gleamed across his face, capturing every one of his expressions as you clutched onto his arms for support. He was lost in pleasure, his lips parted in soft moans every time you clenched around his length. He reached down to rub your clit, adoring every single whimper that fell from your lips. “I know, princess.. you’re being so good for me,” he praised under his breath, eyes sparkling when your legs twitched.

His arms moved to lock around your hips, leaning over your body to get ae deep as he could. “You’re killing me, baby.. so so perfect f’me..” He panted out, hiking your thighs up as he rutted against the spongy spot that always brought you to tears.

Rafayel came hard, his nails digging into your sides as his cum spurted into your cunt in hot bursts. He felt your walls clamping down on him, your own orgasm hitting you as your cream coated his base.

He didn’t pull out, only moving in shallow thrusts to keep you full of his cum. “Did so good for me, baby,” he whispered sweetly, kissing your face devotedly before finally pulling out and fixing your panties.

“You’ll leave it in ‘til we get home, right?” He pouted, jutting his bottom lip out at you as he smoothed your skirt down. “Wan’ you to be full of me..”

He was only satisfied when you agreed to his pleas, getting back into his car again as he drove through the starry night back to your apartment. Worth it.

Zayne who swears his sweet tooth is his worst addiction until he got himself between your thighs. He didn’t know what to do with himself; his eyes glazed over as he left soft kisses on the plush skin, rolling it under his fingertips to draw you closer to him. He could rest on you for hours if you let him, softly protesting when you moved to go to the bathroom. “Don’t go..”

Zayne who didn’t care about counting calories, even if most doctors had advised so. He wanted you to eat whatever you craved and he ate whatever he craved in return. Spoiler: he only craves you.

Zayne who becomes a clingy monster when you’re feeling down. He makes it his mission to make sure you know just how gorgeous you are. He’ll cup your face and smother you with kisses until you can’t take anymore.

Zayne who never calls off work unless you’re in a foul mood. He comes home to you with all your favorite snacks, drinks, and sweaters. He didn’t believe in anything being too much for you. If anything, it never felt like enough. He wanted to give you the entire world.

Zayne who looks at you like you hung stars in the sky when you roll over on the bed to wake him up with that warm body of yours. He could never get enough of that sweet smile on your face, it was as gentle as the sun rising. There was nothing he adored more.

Zayne who likes to rub along your stomach when he spoons you from behind. He wouldn’t admit it, but he would always imagine just how perfect you’d look pregnant. He knows you’re the woman he’ll marry.

Zayne who’s not sure how much longer he can last without putting a ring on your finger just so he can watch it glitter in the moonlight while he marks your body inside out with his cum :3

He almost let out a whine. Almost.

Xavier really didn’t get why you refused to sit on his face. It was pretty clear the poor man was desperate for that pussy to suffocate him like you owned him.

“Baby, you’re not too heavy. Please, please.. let me eat you out.” He begged, his hips already jerking into the air as your cunt was so close to his nose. He could already smell how aroused you were, so why wouldn’t you let him have you? How bothersome.

“Please, put that pretty pussy on my tongue,” he hummed lowly, letting the sound vibrate in his throat as he finally locked his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his face.

He was fucking filthy. His tongue explored every inch of your pussy and those slick folds like he was starved. He couldn’t believe he had been missing out on this just because some dumbasses convinced his wife— girlfriend, but he’s manifesting— that she wasn’t absolute perfection in every aspect of her godly being.

“Ohmygod, baby.. you’re so sweet..” He whimpered, drowning himself in the slick dripping down your thighs as he tried his best to lap up every drop on your cunt. “‘M gonna cum all over my pants.”

The bastard had no shame, reaching down to palm his red cock through his sweats as his free hand pressed his index and middle fingers into your pussy to spread you open further. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease cum on my tongue, baby.”

He relished in the sensations of you grabbing onto his hair, gradually giving in to his touching as his thumb reached to rub your clit roughly. “C’mon, baby.. I know you can do it, I know, I know..”

It almost sounded condescending, but he was so lost in that pussy, he didn’t even know his own name anymore.

He swore he saw heaven when you came all over his face, his hands gripping your ass to keep you in place so he could eat you out again under the guise of helping you “clean up.”

He’s insatiable.

Zayne had always been one that didn’t shy away from taming your bratty attitude, especially when it could interfere with his ability to focus on his patients, but that didn’t mean he didn’t indulge his darling sometimes.

He chided you all morning, telling you to stop messing with him before he’d bend you over his desk. You didn’t believe him.. why would you? He was a man of composure and will, he couldn’t crack that easily.

But he was always weak in every aspect of his normally put-together life when it came to you.

He had let you get too bratty today, his focus split between you and his endless amounts of paperwork.

He didn’t even put up much of a fight when you dragged him down to his couch and started riding him like he’d disappear if he wasn’t prodding your cervix with his red cockhead.

He was whining, hands gripping weakly at your hips as he guided you along his thick cock. “Darling, please… faster.”

He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t gonna cum any chance you gave him, he was so pretty and messy when you took control and he loved it so so much; he loved everything you did to him.

He was whimpering so helplessly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if his coworkers thought there was a sick puppy in his office. Nope, he was just a sick man if anything.

“Please, please… let me cum, baby. I’m being good, please,” he croaked out, his nails digging into your thighs anytime you slowed down or stopped just to edge him a bit longer.

“No, no, no.. you’re so mean, you’re so mean..” he babbled, leaning forward against your chest to drag you up and down his pulsing cock. “Need to cum in you..”

His hips bucked helplessly, not able to stop his movements as his ears reddened at the lewd sounds your messy pussy was creating.

It was a lost cause though, he couldn’t handle any more edging and you were too sweet to torture him any longer.

His grip on your hips tightened as he came, thick ropes shooting into your womb aa the excess created a ring around the base of his cock. “Thank you, thank you..” he repeated, nuzzling against your neck as he felt you clenching down on him like he belonged inside you. “I love you, baby… don’t move yet.” His soft murmurs grew quiet as his fingers idly traced your tummy.

Good thing he cleared his schedule for the day.. he didn’t think he’d be able to stand up straight for a while.

Satoru couldn’t do much except follow you around like a lovesick puppy for the first few days, dramatically falling over in front of you to try and gain sympathy even if you’d step over him like he was nothing.

He knew he wasn’t necessarily in the wrong, but that wasn’t good enough in your mind. He knew you needed reassurance and he was set on giving that despite your resistance.

He started locking his arms around your waist when you’d try to slip past him, peppering your cheek in kisses as he whispered soft apologies. “I love you, baby.. lemme hear your pretty voice, please? I’m gonna die if I don’t get to hear you..”

Satoru would practically grab onto your leg and keep you from escaping him when you tried to push him off. “Babyyyyyy! Don’t be like that..”

He was like a menacing child when he’d come into the bedroom at night. His tall figure looming over the bed as he sulked quietly, simply watching you toss and turn in the bed to try and escape his gaze.

When you wouldn’t give in, he finally resorted to plopping his entire weight down on you so he could hold you. He didn’t care to listen to your protests about how heavy he was, he was just glad you were finally talking to him again.

Satoru nuzzled his face into your neck, his glossy lips latching onto your skin to leave light hickeys. “Mm.. I missed you, baby..” He whined so pathetically, lacing his arms around your hips.

“Don’t give me the silent treatment again! My heart can’t take it… I need to hear your voice every minute to survive.”

Sylus was never one to outwardly express his dismay when he saw you getting hit on. Sure, it bothered him of course, but he also loved seeing that cute look on your face when you rejected yet another man to come back to him. He could never resist the smug grin forming on his lips as he leaned in to kiss your soft lips that were so meant for him only.

Someone was pushing it too far now though. Not only had this random thing— who frankly didn’t deserve to be called human, in his opinion— started flirting with you, but he hadn’t taken no for an answer either.

Most men had the sense to back off, but this one was being unusually persistent.

Rafayel who always kisses along your stretch marks, the same ones he likes to name randomly after another night of intimacy.

Rafayel who simultaneously hates and loves when you buy cute ass clothes because it means other people will be looking at your body too… but that just means he can show you off more. This idiot would jump for joy when seeing you in a bikini because he can’t control himself. Loser.

Rafayel who equally enjoys helping you clasp or unclasp your bra. He loves every little inch of skin that spills out onto his fingertips, swearing that he drooled a little bit when he saw your perky chest.

Rafayel was anything but patient. He didn’t like any teasing touches or words.. not when he was on the receiving end at least.

It really wasn’t his fault that you looked so fucking good in his button-up, though it was mainly open because of the tummy peeking out beneath the fabric.

It drove him absolutely crazy; he looked putting his hands on you whenever he could, but you had been resisting all of his advances recently. You told him it had nothing to do with him, but anything that kept his cutie from spreading her legs for him was his issue too.

It wasn’t until he saw you idling in the full-length mirror that he took things into his own hands. He had to make sure you knew just how perfect you were.

Satoru had always prided himself on resisting his urges; he never tried to rush you into sex and he sure as hell wasn’t into the whole “give me a reward for abstaining” shit.

No, Satoru was patient. He didn’t mind that you two had been seeing each other for months now and he hadn’t even seen a lick of skin yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t imagining it.

He didn’t miss the subtle whines that escaped you while you studied for your upcoming calc test, nor did he miss when your small hands clutched at his shirt when you got anxious. He didn’t miss any of it.