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𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔰

Jujutsu Kaisen:

in another life - satosugu

am I interrupting? - nanami kento x reader

5 stars - personal trainer! toji x reader

reader gets some new piercings - JJK men react

nanami kento as your boyfriend - nanami x reader

rockstar guitarist choso x reader

fried rice - nanami x nurse reader

Love and Deepspace:

you wake up next to the LADS men...

no cheating - caleb x you

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𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱

reader x…this author!?!? - wlw

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𝓐𝔯𝔱

commissioner gojo

sukuna - stand proud

sylus - lads

nanami kento is all business

ghostface choso *

jjk cast as spongebob characters?! *

sylus sketches

silverwings sylus x phantom of the opera

It was another one of those fucking days.

Your feet ached as you trudged your way into the elevator, blindly bumping your shoulder against the doorway as it pushed in an attempt to close.

You didn't even care, that's how tired you were.

You had seen, felt, and smelled more shit, piss, vomit, and blood than you had cared to for a single 12-and-a-half-hour period of time.

Your keys rattled as you slid them into the apartment door, clacking metal to metal until you shoved your way inside, where your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, was cooking dinner. You knew right away, not by sight, but by the savory smells that wafted from the kitchen the two of you shared. He always cooked on the nights after you worked; even if he also worked the same day, it didn't matter.

When you had once insisted he didn't have to do such a thing, he had replied that the suggestion was "ridiculous".

You shuffled into your apartment, catching his subtle side-eye as you kicked off your shoes. You and he had danced this dance many times before, his slow and quiet measure of how bad your day was. You knew that with your frazzled hair, crumpled scrubs, and the double eyebags, you didn't need to say a single word for him to know.

"Welcome home." he said evenly, stirring whatever delicious concoction he had in his wok.

You hummed in reply, dragging your heavy body over to the island to plop down in one of the chairs.

Nanami removed the food from heat, setting it aside before snapping the kitchen towel from the oven handle to wipe his hands. The muscles shifted in his forearms, revealed by the rolled-up sleeves of his button-up. Your stomach growled.

You bent down to begin peeling off your support socks, if anything, to distract yourself, when you heard a sharp snap of his voice, sterner than before, causing your heart to flutter violently and your hands to still.

"Ah, don't you dare." he said, moving quickly around the counter where he left the towel sitting. He dropped to one knee before you, taking one sore foot into his hands.

Nanami was always good with his hands, especially when it came to taking things off of you. He worked carefully, peeling off the long sock to reveal one swollen foot.

He made a noise of disapproval, gently rubbing your foot with his thumbs, pressing them into the arch with expertise. You groaned, head falling backward as aching pain shot through your leg.

"Damn it." you growled under your breath.

Nanami continued to carefully massage out some of the soreness, his concerned brown eyes moving up to you. "Seems like it's been worse these days. Do they even let you sit down?"

You hadn't even gotten your lunch break, but you knew better than to tell him that. He'd be calling up HR the next day. "It just...gets like this sometimes, you know. Ebbs and flows."

"Mhmm." he grumbled, sounding thoroughly unconvinced. He dropped your sock to the floor, moving over to the next one and performing the same ritual. Your eyes popped open as you felt his lips against your shin, sending tingling heat all the way up to your stomach.

You looked down at him as he pressed another to your skin, looking up at you through his lashes, turning your midsection molten.

"Keep looking at me like that, Kento, and you'll be the one not getting a break." you blurted out.

His lips twitched as he raised an eyebrow. "You're lucky you look so haggard, or I'd make you regret that." Your face heated, as memories flashed through your brain, your legs hooked over his muscular shoulders as he murmured your grievances to you, pounding you senseless until you were screaming his name. Who knew that such a gentleman was such a brute in bed?

To your slight disappointment, he stood briskly, making his way back over to the cooling food to serve you a plate. A full platter of rice, vegetables, and meat appeared before you, and another stern command to "Eat."

Nanami leaned against the counter with his own plate, facing you as he watched you eat. You were both silent for a while as you wolfed down your food, uncaring of how piggish you were being. It had been a long day, after all.

"You know," he said suddenly "You could just stay home instead."

You laughed, nearly choking on a piece of broccoli. After clearing your throat, you answered how you always did. "We talked about this. I would lose my mind without a job."

Nanami smiled softly as he poked around his plate with his fork. "I knew you'd say that, but...the offer always stands, you know, to let someone take care of you for once."

You set down your fork, tilting your head at him. "You always take good care of me, Kento."

His eyes locked onto yours, as you drew him in, his body once again maneuvering around that pesky island to be closer to you, the clattering sound of his fork dropping ringing through the room. He spun your chair, before taking your face into his hands.

"And I always will." He said, before slowly pressing his lips to yours.

It tasted like fried rice, and you were certain it was the best meal you ever had.

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© 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 - 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇

You have a little crush on the lead guitarist of Käisen, Choso Kamo, and as it turns out, he (and another band mate?) is pretty intrigued by you too.

tw: lowk man-eater reader, rockstar x normie, fem reader, slow build, smut, suggestive content with other jjk characters, suggestive of fmm threesome, size difference, protective/possessive Choso, spit/drool, hair pulling, marking, scratching, to be continued???

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You never believed in love at first sight, or any of that fantastical bullshit, but as soon as you laid eyes on Choso Kamo, you knew you wanted him.

And it wasn’t some fairytale story that went along the lines of “As soon as our eyes met, I knew he was my forever~.”

No, it was far more primal than that.

As soon as you stared, frozen like a statue in the hot, churning crowd of the pit, as the tendons and muscles in his hands and forearms shifted and worked to play the guitar, you knew you wanted to fuck him.

You always hated the idea of being a groupie, though you were somewhat of a fangirl over a whole lot of things. You despised the idea of falling all over yourself for some man; no matter how hot, or talented, that man was.

All of that was out the window when the red lights hit him, head tipped back as if there was no greater pleasure for him than playing that guitar, sweat glistening on his perfectly chiseled chest peering through a partly unbuttoned black satin top. You scanned the smudged black eyeliner smeared down his high cheek bones as his head fell forward, with one black stripe painted across the bridge of his nose. His pitch-black hair was tied out of his face in two high, spikey pigtails, something you wouldn’t normally be attracted to, but it fit his angular features perfectly.

Choso Kamo was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. Achingly fucking gorgeous.

You snapped out of your trance as someone’s elbow stabbed into your ribs, reminding you that you were at a concert, standing stiff like some kind of weirdo. You shook your head for a moment before lifting your arms up, feeling the music again, letting it move your body. Your hips swerved and churned to the beat, and you allowed yourself to become completely lost in that instead.

That’s what you had paid for, too. Music was far better than any man ever was, right?

Instruments thumped through the speakers so loud the sounds vibrated your lungs, the crowd moving and screaming in reaction to the show. You had gotten super lucky, scoring last minute price-dropped tickets to the grungy band, Käisen. They had originated in Japan, but completely blew up in the states, not only for their edgy, angsty music, but their style, talent, and extremely hot members.

Suguru Geto played bass, with an almost ethereal and feline beauty to him, and was the most private and mysterious. Even the most obsessive fans had no idea about who he truly was outside of performances and interviews, and that only added to his allure.

Ryomen Sukuna was their drummer, certified bad boy. He was huge, covered in tattoos, and you were pretty sure half the United States’ female inhabitants owned a poster of his mugshot.

Satoru Gojo was their star, the golden boy, his stark white hair and electric blue eyes making him their perfect fit for a lead singer. He was charming and graced half the magazines and billboards from New York to Los Angeles.

And then there was their lead guitarist, Choso Kamo, their emo boy. Quiet, broody, uninterested. You despised the way that he had piqued your interest a year ago when you finally had been put on to Käisen. You never allowed yourself to get too deeply caught up in it all, too prideful to do the posters or the phone backgrounds or the internet sleuthing on social media and reddit. Not too much of it, anyway.

But being there in front of him, seeing him, being just a few yards away from him had completely knocked the air out of you.

Now those dark, low-lidded eyes were staring directly at you.

Your heart crawled up your throat, driving your eyes away from him. But something rose in you to think better of it. Fuck it.

You locked gazes with him as you moved, refusing to back down from him. He was just a man.

His hands skillfully played the riff, but he never looked away from you once, shamelessly watching your movements over the crowd of people. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth tick upward.

It was almost like some sort of small competition, some private ritual; maybe you were alone in thinking of it that way, caught up in the heat of it all, but with his energy during his big performance, you couldn't help but feel the silent communication between your bodies.

Did he feel it too?

His solo came, and he played with everything he had, sweat now shining slick on every bulging muscle. His shirt had gotten ripped open, chest bare with his studded belt, leather pants, and boots. Choso dropped to his knees on stage at the peak of the solo, and the crowd screamed and broke into chaos, random items like flowers and bras flying on to the stage.

Then the big lights came back on, and it was over, just like that. The crowd cheered and stirred, some attendees breaking for the exits and merch stands to beat the rush, other staying put for the guitar picks and drumsticks bound to be thrown, desperate for a single piece of memorial from the night, from one of the Käisen members.

Even as it all wrapped up, Choso Kamo's eyes stayed on you the entire time, pinning you in place.

When he finally tucked himself behind the curtain with the rest of his bandmates, you shook yourself out of your haze for the second time. Who did you think you were? He was a rockstar that didn't know your name and would eye-fuck some other chick at the next gig he played.

You gathered up your things, along with your dignity, and turned to make your way out of the venue. You had almost gotten away, when a voice yelling over the crowd caused you to falter and look back.

"Hey, you, miss! Excuse me?? Miss! Over here please!"

You turned, looking over the crowd toward the stage. Some of the people around you looked curiously in her direction as well, before seeing a waving stage manager and continuing on their way, uninterested.

You though, felt like you knew better, something pulling you further into the situation before you even knew what was happening. Slowly, you lifted your hand in question, pointing to yourself as if to say: me?

"Yes, you! Get over here, I don't have all night!" The woman yelled. She had long dark hair, her mic and headset still secured atop her head, and a rugged looking scar across her face. She seemed less than pleased to be doing the task of summoning you.

You pushed your way through the crowd, muttering your "sorry"s and your "pardon me"s until you were finally to the edge of the stage, looking up at the manager.

"Yes, hi there." she said, composing herself a bit, although you could still sense she was rather unimpressed. "I'm Utahime, I'm one of the managers for Käisen, and you have been specially selected for a VIP backstage meet and greet. Congrats!" Utahime splayed her hands in feigned celebration, looking about as excited as a toad.

"Um-wow. Thank you. I don't even know what to say..." you stammered, heart beginning to pound in your chest. Meet and greet? Had he orchestrated this?

You had to be imagining things, dreaming, or maybe losing your mind.

"Well, you can think of what to say on your way backstage. Come along." Utahime ushered you like a mother hen, apparently very well-versed in organizing and making things happen.

"Well, erm, Utahime, how exactly does someone from the crowd get chosen to come backstage?" You asked as you climbed up the ledge, her helping hand about as good as holding on to a feather for support.

She hurriedly pushed her way past the curtain, you in tow, her prompt gait forcing you to speedwalk to keep up. Utahime didn't answer immediately; instead, she pressed a finger to her earpiece and listed orders to some of the other crew before speaking back to you again.

"I actually don't oversee that side of the process, they direct me to the winner and I retrieve them. I believe they said something about a random ticket drawing; but the band hasn't done this before, so I'm really unsure of the standard process."

As she chattered on, your heart flipped. You were the first ever. Ever.

Before you could even fully process her words, you were stopped in front of the closed red door, with a printed sign that read: Kamo

Utahime flicked her chin in the door's direction, urging you to set her free to do the many duties required of her under so little time. "He requested you first. Rules are simple: no recording, pictures, touching or paraphernalia without permission. If you steal from us, we will find out, and our legal team is deadly. So please-" For the first time, Utahime's brown eyes softened as if she were truly desperate for you to be a respectful guest. "-just behave yourself, okay? Have fun."

With that, she was speeding away faster than she had arrived, leaving you and your churning stomach in front of the door. You almost contemplated bolting right then and there, but your feet stayed planted in place.

An opportunity of a lifetime, yet you couldn't coerce your body to move.

"Are you lost, little lamb?"

You spooked at the sudden presence of another, one you did not sense while so caught up in your own little world. A rough, raspy, dangerously seductive voice.

You spun around so fast your hair whipped around you, and then, you looked up.

Ryomen Sukuna was a beast of a man, hovering what had to be nearly 8-12 inches taller than you, his imposing aura enough to make it feel like far more.

"I'm not lost," you blurted, your pulse quickening. You felt like a deer in headlights. "I was just about to go meet Choso."

"Choso?" Sukuna almost looked bewildered for a moment, before he schooled his face right back into that smug, devilish expression. "Why, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you? Why don't you come meet me first." His voice dropped into a low purr, and you hadn't even realized you had started backing away until your rear bumped into the door.

Sukuna pounced on your meek withdrawal, closing the distance between you in two easy steps before he was toying with a strand of your hair thoughtfully. His lips dropped near your ear as he bent down. "I'm a lot more fun, I can promise you that."

The door behind you swung open with enough force that the strand of hair Sukuna was holding fled from his fingers.

A deep, flat drawl spoke from behind you, and you knew he was close, could feel his body heat radiating into your back. You were sandwiched between two males, having a conversation overtop your head.

"Quit being a creep." Choso droned, placing a large hand on top of your head as if he were palming a basketball. "You'll scare her off like that."

Sukuna scoffed, all the easy charm and seduction gone from his face. He just looked...slightly bored. "Oh please, between the two of us, I'm not the one who scares off women."

But Sukuna received the message, a small semblance of the respect and bond between them, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to make his way down the hall. Of course, not without a last word.

"I'm 3 doors down if he puts you to sleep, darling." He finished, before disappearing into his own dressing room with a slam of his door.

Leaving you alone with Choso, finally. You turned, slowly, your mouth and throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper as you faced him.

He was slightly more cleaned up, though eyeliner was still thick around his eyes, and that stripe still present across his face.

"I think you missed some of the paint." you murmured stupidly.

Choso lips twitched again, his hand lowering from your head to point at the bridge of his nose. "This? This is a tattoo. It doesn't wipe off."

Your eyebrows shot upward and he laughed, his smile knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

"Come on in." he offered, beckoning you inside with his hand, nails painted black as night. He had changed, though his current outfit wasn’t all that different, just a lot less sweaty; a black, fitted t-shirt, dark jeans, and black boots to match. “Don’t mind Sukuna. He was the type of kid on the playground to steal another’s toy simply because they had it.”

You couldn’t help the small smirk that sparked to life on your face, as your eyes took in his dressing room. It felt so strange, imposing on his personal space though you were a complete stranger; his piles of fender magazines, dirty makeup brushes, chains and t-shirts. “Is that what you think I am, a toy?” You challenged, shifting to run your fingers along the vanity of his dressing mirror.

“N-no. No. Of course not.” Choso stepped toward you, your eyes making contact through the mirror. You took him off guard, a small fissure in that unreadable demeanor of his. “Unless that’s what you want to be.” He finished, his voice reaching a different octave.

Something about his words had your heartbeat gravitating from your throat down to your midsection.

You turned around, leaning back against the vanity. “You really think I would want to be degraded like that?”

Your question earned an close-lipped smile out of him, as he slowly sauntered over to you. He got close, so much you could feel his heat again, his sultry scent overwhelming your senses. “Sometimes what we enjoy in the bedroom completely opposes who we are outside of it. It’s part of the fun, don’t you think ?”

Choso bent toward you now, hovering close. He waited patiently for the green light, and you knew it; the tension buzzing hot and thick between you.

“I saw you out there, dancing. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He said quietly, like it was a deadly secret.

“You see girls dance to your music all the time.” You clipped back. You couldn’t make it too easy.

He chuckled, running a gentle finger along the v-line collar of your shirt. “Not like that. You feel the music, through every muscle and bone. It is…breathtaking.”

Maybe it was his words, the adrenaline, or that impossible-to-fight pull between the two of you, but your lips crashed together like they were polarized, meshing sloppily as his body pressed flat against yours in an instant. Your hands snaked up, one of each gripping his pigtails hard, and the moan that rumbled from deep in his throat had your knees feeling like they’d give out any second.

Choso’s hands slipped down the backs of your thighs, lifting behind your knees to set you up on his table. Makeup products and items clattered to the floor, as he easily ripped your top over your head and tossed it aside before removing his own. You both stopped for another beat, staring at each other, pupils blown wide and chests heaving.

“I don’t usually do things like this.” You spoke out into the terse air between the two of you.

“Neither do I.” He admitted.

You smiled at him this time, accepting the hand he offered to hop down off the table again. He kept his eyes on yours as he unzipped your pants, tugging them down. Slowly, piece by piece, he stripped you, baring you to him. Your lower stomach ached as you watched his hunger grow, his face tight with desire and restraint.

His hands brushed through your hair as his eyes returned to your face, fingers winding your hair before giving a sharp tug. You groaned, and he grinned.

Choso spun you around before you could even blink, bending you right over the table to stare yourself face to face in the mirror, watching as his muscles flexed in the low lighting. He positioned himself behind you, hand tracing down the curve of your spine, the prominence of your hip.

Your heart was thundering so loudly in your ears you almost didn’t hear him say how beautiful you looked.

Your thighs trembled as his long fingers stroked the slick heat between your legs, already so wet and ready for him. He released a low, satisfied sound at the feel of your arousal on his fingers, the sound of its wetness audible.

“Look at how ready you are for me. And here you were, saying you didn’t want to be a degraded toy. Your body tells a different story, doesn’t it, love?” He murmured, the sound of his belt buckle catching your attention.

"For your information, no matter who they are, I don’t make a habit of letting men talk down to me." you gritted out, pushing back against him.

Choso only tilted his head in piqued curiosity. "Is that so?"

He enunciated his words with a sharp tap of his hand against your clit.

You gasped and jolted as sparks exploded between your legs. You were damn sensitive for him, and that drove you insane in and of itself.

"Believe it or not," Choso started through a pleasured tone as he loosed himself, throbbing cock slapping against your ass. "I respect women. So you say the word, and I’ll stop."

Choso leaned down against you, eyeing you through the mirror directly "But i’m going to go out on a limb and say you’re not going to do that."

You stared right back at him, holding his gaze stubbornly as your face heated. Then your eyes dropped.

Because you knew you wanted to fuck Choso Kamo as soon as you laid eyes on him, and now by some strange twist of fate, it was happening.

So you let him be right, as he pushed every veiny, perfect inch inside of you, your walls fluttering around him as you both twitched and stuttered at the pleasure you gave to eachother.

When he proceeded to fuck you so hard the vanity rattled against the wall, more objects flying to the floor and breaking on impact.

When he couldn’t stand fucking you from behind anymore because he needed you closer, so he flipped you over and folded you nearly in half, pounding into you until drool dropped down your trembling chin and on to your chest.

When he licked it clean of your skin as his hips slapped against you, and your pussy gripped him for dear life, that skilled hand working your clit in expert circles just like you knew they could, until you were crying, shuddering and marking his shoulders as you found your pleasure.

"That’s it, that’s my girl. That’s—" He grunted as his entire body shivered; some part of you that was still semblent swelling with pride at the effect you had on him. He slammed into you a few more times, emptying everything he had inside of you, filling you in a way you had never experienced before in your life, only imagined.

Choso’s hands raised, thumbs wiping tears and smeared mascara from your cheeks before finally speaking.

"Come on tour with us. With me."

Did you hear him correctly? "Pardon?"

He offered a lazy smile, and it coaxed you exactly in the way he intended. "Just come. You’ll be taken care of. The rest will love you."

Your mouth opened and close. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t divise an answer, before loud knocking thundered on Choso dressing room door.

You scrambled on wobbly legs, throwing on his discarded shirt in a heartbeat as Choso zipped up his pants. The air reeked of sweat and pheromones; it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to know what had been happening. If it was Utahime…

Your stomach dropped as Choso opened the door.

"Oh no, are you having fun without me?"

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based on this req ♡

you catch caleb cheating during kitty cards, threaten to play with someone else, and he gets a little ⊹ ࣪ ˖ jealous ⊹ ࣪ ˖.

tw: SMUT, chasing, capture, hunter/prey, jealousy, possessive, borderline yandere Caleb (naturally), dubious consent, marking, bdsm, degradation, praise, dom caleb x sub reader, fem reader, orgasm deprivation, fingering, hair pulling, biting, blood mentioned.

a/n: wowwwweee guys I can't believe its almost Halloween! I really had wanted to do more for kinktober but alas here we are. Thank you for all the love on my last post! You've inspired me to continue some LADS works and they're going to get their own little category on the masterlist now. This new idol banner is most definitely going to be inspiring (ᵕ—ᴗ—). Anyway, pls enjoy, and as always, thank you ♥︎

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“That is cheating! You’re cheating!” You hollered, the table shaking with your angry movements enough that the deck of cards in the center fall over, sending cards splaying.

Caleb’s lips curved as he leaned forward, correcting the fallen pile for the second time that round. “Says the one who tries to sneak cards whenever I’m not looking.”

You blinked at him innocently, and he narrowed his eyes. “What, you think I didn’t notice, pip? I think you forget I’m a fleet space colonel too, sometimes.”

Your eyes rolled at his colonel-talk, and your lips moved before you thought through your goading. “It’s fine. If you have such an issue, I’ll just play with someone else next time.”

Caleb’s eye twitched, and something flipped in your stomach. Bullseye.

“What did you just say?”

The air between the two of you stilled and grew heavy with terse silence, and you found yourself shifting in your seat. He was tense and coiled, that violet gaze now leveled at you. That was the look of the fleet space colonel; an irritated one.

You sucked in a quiet breath between your teeth. “I said, I’ll play with someone else if you’re not going to play nice.”

He visibly bristled then, lips pulling into a jealous sneer. “Like hell.”

You smiled, batting your eyelashes at him. “What, are you going to stop me? I'm not one of your fleet soldiers.” You rose smoothly, hands resting on the table, chair screeching against the floor behind you as you prepared to make for your getaway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Caleb’s voice dropped dangerously, sending shivers skittering down your spine. “Come here, pip, before I really lose my patience.”

You hummed thoughtfully for a moment, watching as his expression softened, encouraging, alluring you to be good and listen to him. He did his best to bend your will with his eyes.

But you weren't having any of it.

"I think I'll pass." you replied lightly, spinning on your heel.

You heard the legs of his chair whine against the floor, and didn't hesitate another second, bursting into a full run toward the door whilst throwing your card hand back in his direction.

The cards fluttered uselessly in the air as he moved, a dark blur as he came after you. Caleb made a point in situations like these, to not use his evol, just to show you his physical prowess, to assert dominance. It drove you insane, in more ways than one.

Your heart thundered in your ears as you barely made it around the corner of the doorway, before his hand wrapped around your neck from behind, spinning you and pressing you to the wall. His other hand slammed into the drywall beside your face, the sound of it echoing down the hallway.

That familiar warmth began to spread and pulse, down through your abdomen and between your legs, an incessant throb that reminded you exactly why you purposefully antagonized him.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as you finally looked up at him, at the way he tilted his head at you and licked his lips.

"You like games, don't you? Kitty cards, claw machines..." he leaned close, breath warm against the skin of your neck and ear. "...pissing me off..."

You shivered, swallowing as you tried to move, but his hand kept you pinned to the wall. Now, he used his evol, you could feel it, gentle force pressing you and making moving any limb a single inch feel like moving through molasses.

"Nothing? Not going to mouth off some more?" Caleb taunted, pressing his body tightly against you now. The friction felt too good against your body, now awake and stimulated with adrenaline and arousal.

A small sound slipped from your throat, and he made his own in reply, relishing the way you slowly broke down for him.

"Mmh, that's good. I like that better." he breathed, and your mind began to feel clouded. "We're going to play one of my games now. Here are the rules."

Caleb's lips brushed along your neck before nipping the skin, tugging it between his teeth before releasing it, sending little waves of pain and pleasure through you. He inhaled deep and slow, savoring your scent like he was starved of it.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless, until you no longer even think anyone else exists that you could play games with," he started. You could feel it then, your arousal finally drenching your panties. "And every time you make a noise, I'm going to stop. You got it?"

"C-Caleb, I—" your words stumbled, just before he spun you around, pressing your face into the wall, palming your head in a way that didn't even allow you to move it. Blood burned in your face.

"Ah, ah. No cheating. That could've been bad for you, but I'm feeling merciful. We'll call that a practice run."

You bit down on your lip as he yanked your bottoms, panties and all, until they were gathered uselessly around your ankles. He pressed his feet against yours, widening your stance, a long, deep groan escaping him as he viewed you so helpless from behind.

"You look so good, whipped into shape." he leaned down against you, long fingers skimming your inner thigh, causing your stomach to squeeze. "I suppose it's my duty to keep you in line, isn't it?"

He stilled and listened for a moment, and when only met with your silence, he clicked his tongue. "Good, pip. You're catching on."

Caleb rewarded your silence by sliding two of his fingers down your slit and plunging them inside of you.

Your thighs twitched and trembled as you sank your teeth deeper into your lip, his long fingers scissoring and widening your entrance, preparing you for what was to come. Sweat gathered on your forehead from the effort, especially when he began to massage your g-spot with the pads of his fingers so perfectly.

He caged you in with his body, working you with his hand from behind. You shifted slightly, getting squirmy as pleasure raced through every nerve, your sleeve falling from one shoulder and baring it to air.

Somehow that seemed to be the snapping point for him, as he removed his fingers rapidly. Your only warning was the jingle of his belt buckle and the shifting of fabric before his cock was rutting against your cunt from behind, for only a few impatient thrusts before pushing all the way inside.

You squeezed your eyes closed as he filled you up, bottoming out inside of you, almost to the point of painful. Almost, but not quite, and it was enough for a whine to pour from your mouth without your consent.

Caleb stopped instantly, chuckling at you as he wrapped your hair around his hand, the circular movements weaving it into a handle for his grip.

"You can't withstand much, can you?" It was his turn to chide you now, his head hovering over your bare shoulder as he murmured next to your ear. "If you can't keep quiet, this is going to be tough for you." He ended his sentence with a yank on your hair as he drove himself deep.

You cried out this time, loudly.

"You just—just can't keep it closed for me. Your mouth—" Thrust. "—Your legs." Thrust "Just a perfect little fuckhole for my pleasure, aren't you? Aren't you?

Tears finally broke free and streamed down your face as your muscles squeezed and tensed, your quivering cunt giving away your enjoyment, the pure ecstasy you felt when he snapped like that.

"Y-Yes! Ca-leb..." You whimpered, and he snarled in pure satisfaction, his hips slamming into you faster and faster.

"That's right, that's a good girl. You remember that the next time you decide to run your mouth to me about another player."

You didn't have to say you were about to come, not with the way your body already shook and convulsed around him. Caleb tugged you back by your hair, not to speak this time, but to sink his teeth into your shoulder, leaving two crescent shaped marks that would surely remind you of that moment for days to come.

You broke over the edge just like that, wave after wave of orgasm blurring your thoughts and reducing your body to complete mush until you couldn’t think or move.

Caleb found his own release not long after, spilling into you, rope and rope as your body drank him in greedily with each deep thrust of his hips.

When he was finished, he leaned down against your back, pressing gentle kisses to the inflamed marking on your shoulder, licking the salt and small remnants of blood there.

"Just so you know..." he whispered, before a gentle kiss to your ear. "Playing kitty cards with someone else counts as cheating."

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Reader get absorbed into LADS on accident and isn't nearly as innocent as MC, breaking of the fourth wall, teasing, biting, nuzzling, oral sex, marking, SMUT, creampie, bdsm, brat tamer (Zayne), restraints (Sylus), orgasm deprivation (ofc), little bit of tsundere (Caleb/Xavier), dubious consent, primal (?), dirty talk, degradation, fingering, free use, switch (Rafayel, bc this makes sense in my brain), breeding (?) (Zayne), somnophilia (Xavier).

A/N: HAPPY FREAKTOBER! I’m most heavily a Zayne/Sylus lover myself, so I’m sorry if my bias is too blatantly obvious lololol. But hey, I don’t just write these for you guys all the time!!! (that's a joke, I love you guys). I'm also very sorry, if anyone cares, I fell off the earth because I had writer's block and midterms have been kicking my ass, along with work, family, etc. If it's been similar for you guys, I hope all your exams go well and you're surviving the struggle with me; remember self-care ❤︎.

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You were just following your usual nightly routine, throwing your favorite Otome game, Love and Deepspace, on in the background while you got ready to lay down and sleep. Yes, maybe it was embarrassing; but you lived alone, the music was peaceful, and in all honesty, you wished that one of the boys were yours in real life. They always listened, always said the right things, even had little quirks that made them more real, more lovable.

But the painstaking truth was they were just pixels in a game, and all you could do was be delusional sometimes. When the loneliness was hitting extra hard, the delusions won, and you selected the sleep option with Him to feel as though you had some safe company during your slumber. Who would know, and really, what did it hurt?

So when you woke up and felt real heat next to you, you pinched your arm. Once, then twice. You sucked a breath in through your teeth as you watched your skin redden with new inflammation.

What the hell was going on? Had you finally lost it? Was this some sort of sleep paralysis?

A shift and groan snapped your attention to the male waking from his slumber next to you. Your heart began to pound in your chest. If this was some sort of hallucination, you thought, you may as well enjoy it.

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Rafayel - As you hissed, a sassy, glib tone you knew all too well spoke to you, belonging to a purple haired man that gained too much enjoyment from teasing you.

“Do you ever sit still for longer than 5 seconds?” He asked, a violet eye now cracked open at you. “You’re the one who asked me to sleep with you, now you’re flopping around like a fish out of water.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the marine commentary. It was definitely Rafayel.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. For the sake of your sanity, you reached a finger out, pushing it into his cheek. It was soft, warm, supple. Real.

This caused him to open up his other eye, staring at you in annoyance. He spoke, sounding as if you were forcing him to say everything that came out of his mouth. "What is that face? You're staring at me as if you're seeing me for the first time. Not that I'm complaining..."

Then Rafayel stopped, as if the realization hit him right then and there. Shit.

"Ah, I see then," he said, sitting up and resting his arm over his knee as he gave you a knowing smirk. "You're finally here."

A shiver slithered through your body, cold confusion skittering along your skin. “W-What do you mean? Raf—”

His body was a blur as it lunged forward, and your breath rushed out of you as you were pushed down against the mattress, his beautiful features hovering over you. The low lighting caught slight hints of deep purple in his hair, as he tilted his head at you.

“I’m sorry for being so forward, but you must understand, I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. Have you seen any of the others?”

You were in shock, heart pounding as you stared wide-eyed up at him. All you could do was shake your head.

“No? Good. I don’t like sharing.” Something sharpened in his eyes, like quiet victory, as he stared down at you. “You’re mine, and as a bodyguard under my employ, I expect you to not create conflict of interest.”

Your mouth opened and shut, that familiar pull beginning low in your abdomen. “Is this part of my duties?” You asked, something sultry and teasing awakening in your own voice.

Rafayel smirked. “Of course, miss bodyguard. You see, I have very specific needs. Tastes, if you will. Ones only you can satisfy.” He causally picked up a piece of your hair, twirling it around his finger before dropping it and leaning down closer to you. “What about you? What will satisfy your tastes?” He asked the last question like a forbidden secret, lips hovering just above yours as his eyes scanned down your face.

You probably should have done anything besides what you did, but from that point on, you simply acted. You flipped yourself over on top of him and he rolled underneath you without any fight, a look of smug enjoyment evident on his features as you straddled his waist. You could already feel him start to harden through his pants beneath you, and a rock of your hips sent a wave of pleasure and need through both of you.

You leaned down, hands resting on the silken pillow on either side of his head, as you both stared at each other for a moment, quickening breaths mixing between you before gravity won, and your lips smashed together.

Your senses were suddenly bombarded by him; his rich scent filling your nose, the taste of him all over your tongue. It was intoxicating, addicting. His hands rested on your hips, encouraging their grinding down on him as he got harder against you. Your sounds were enveloped by the other’s lips, swallowed down like they were water.

When you finally pulled back to catch your breath, a long string of saliva connected the two of you. You watched as it finally broke, before your gaze moved to focus on Rafayel’s eager features. His cheeks were flushed pink, the tips of his ears to match, his dark eyes glazed with lust.

There was only a beat of heated silence before he spoke. “Are you going to take what you want, or should I?”

Your breath hitched as his hands slid to yours, guiding them to the zipper of his pants. Your hands hovered for a moment, your eyes sliding to his one more time for confirmation.

He smiled at you, winking as he spoke. "I know what you're about Miss Hunter, always have. Go on, show off a little. See if you can impress me."

His words goaded you onward, as your unsteady hands freed him from his dark red slacks. It was perfect, pink, long and throbbing against your palm. He sucked in a breath, groaning as his head tipped backward at your touch.

Your eyes continue to stare up at him, low-lidded as you gave in to your darker desires., his sensitivity to you filling you with pride. "Suppose I should wet it first, shouldn't I?" You said sweetly, before leaning down to run your tongue along the bottom side of his shaft.

Rafayel shivered, fists balling up the blankets as you continued to lick and suck his cock, until he was letting out frustrated groans of impatience. Part of you knew if you pushed much longer he'd snap and take over, and part of you really didn't want that.

You shimmied out of your bottoms, tossing them aside as you lined yourself up to him, your slickness already leaked past your folds and around the insides of your thighs.

You took him in slowly, savoring inch by inch until he was bottomed out. Both of you twitched, and you couldn't help the gasp of satisfaction as his head nestled against your cervix.

"Raf--" you started, but he cut you off with a snap of his hips upwards.

"No, no, you wanted to be in charge, so you're going to follow through. Don't make me switch now." he mocked, his words delicious as they were degrading.

So, you began to move, rocking your hips, riding him slow at first as you ground him deep inside of you. You felt drool trickle down your chin as his hands gripped your hips, squeezing the palpable flesh there hard enough to leave little crescent-shaped marks.

But you wanted more. You used your legs to spring yourself on top of him, your movements getting needier, rougher. Rafayel let out a soft laugh, as if he was both surprised and getting exactly what he wanted from you.

"You greedy little thing, I should have known. Look at you pleasure yourself on my cock." He admired, speaking like he was examining a piece of art. His calm was almost irritating, so you bounced down on him harder, slamming him into you.

His breath hitched as his hips too began to push upward, meeting your movements with growing fervor.

"Oh-" he moaned, moving a thumb down to find your clit, rubbing circles into it quickly.

Your body stiffened as you supported yourself with two hands resting flat on his chest. You were going to--

Your hips bucked into him wildly as you came, squeezing your eyes shut as your loud moans sounded through the small room. He followed not long after you, low sounds almost like a whine escaping him as he thrusted into you from underneath, not stilling until he had spilled every drop inside of you.

You collapsed across his chest, where his slender fingers painted up and down your back as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I think I would like to extend your contract as my bodyguard." Rafayel said, before you both broke into a fit of laughter, heart to heart.

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Xavier - When you saw the silver of Xavier’s hair, you thought for just a second, that maybe slipping out unnoticed would be easy. He slept literally everywhere; on the train, playing kitty cards, hell, he even snoozed around and during battles.

How hard could it be?

That was before he groaned, rolling on to his stomach before hugging your legs, thoughtlessly using your supple thighs as a pillow for his head. Damn it.

You blinked down at him as he nuzzled you happily, his mindless affection sending heat radiating up your legs and into your midsection. He looked so peaceful, a soft, contented smile on his face. He was the epitome of sweet.

Well, that’s how he appeared, anyway. You had plenty of discourse over him online and with friends; he was arguably the scariest one out of the five, in your opinion. It wasn’t because he was physically large or intimidating, or had some sinister evol. It was the fact that all of his darkness was neatly packed away in a pastel box, like a beautiful, vibrant berry being poisonous.

Xavier was cool, level, impossible to read, and extremely possessive and protective over the MC, which was now, well, you.

You slid your body slowly towards the edge of the bed, cradling his head in your hands like a precious jewel as you tried to slip out from underneath him. He grunted an irritated sound, gripping his arms around your legs more tightly. You pinched your lips together in exasperation.

This wasn't working.

Suddenly, an idea arose. It wasn't that great of one, but it could work.

You held your breath as you slowly pushed yourself back toward the headboard, pulling your legs out of your sweatpants slowly. Maybe, just maybe, you could sneak out of the pants, then just grab another pair on your way out; Xavier wouldn't know the difference until he woke up, who knew when, hugging nothing but the sweats you left behind.

You got one leg out, your bare skin prickling at the exposure to air. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as he mumbled and shifted, eyebrows furrowed as if sleepy him was confused at the loss of your warmth.

One down, one to go.

In what felt like took years, you pulled your other leg out of the pants. Sure, now you were completely bare from the waist down, but now you could esc-

You were suddenly pulled down, Xavier's face re-burrowed into your upper thigh, breath tickling your sensitive sex as you shivered.

Now, it was inevitable.

"Xavier." you said firmly. He didn't even stir. You patted his head, ruffling his hair. "Xavier." You attempted again.

He stirred, only enough to bury his face right against your cunt without even a shred of shame.

Heat shot up your neck, blood filling your cheeks so fast you thought you implode on the spot. Arousal began to throb where his face muzzled between your legs, wetting your entrance.

Fuck.

Finally, his tired, cerulean eyes broke open, widening a bit as he realized where his face was, though they relaxed as they moved up to see it was you whose legs he was buried in between.

Xavier lifted his head, only slightly, gazing up at you happily. "I have many questions, like how your pants got off in the first place, but I imagine that this is because even sleeping me knows what he wants."

"X-Xavier..." you stammered dumbly, body jolting as his breath teased your clit.

"Oh." he stated, looking amused as his eyes fell back to between your legs. "Seems like you were enjoying yourself too."

You desperately searched your brain for the right thing to say, for anything at all. You came up short, sputtering sounds that were nothing intelligible.

He laughed softly. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you." he said, his voice sounding so pleasant and innocent, before he ran his tongue up your slit like a starved animal.

You crooned as your hips lifted off the bed, but he was surprisingly firm, pressing his hands to your pelvis to press you back to the mattress. "Be good now, I'm trying to help you."

You quietly stilled, your nervous hands fisting your t-shirt. He hummed in approval, before pressing his tongue right into your clit, massaging it with accuracy and expertise that really made you wonder about him for a moment.

But all thoughts were quickly replaced by the pleasure radiating up and down your body, blinding you to anything but a growing desperation to come.

Your hips began to gyrate into his mouth, as he lapped up your arousal like a man starved, his hands snaking up to press his thumbs into your nipples, rolling the hard nubs.

You panted and whined, sweating gathering on your chest and forehead as your body continued to heat, desire coiling up inside you like something ready to burst. You ached to finish, needed to more than anything.

"I n-need...Xavier..-" you whimpered, a hand flying down to grip his hair as you began to feel that internal build reach its peak.

"mmh...mhm." he hummed against you, the vibration against your clit sending shockwaves all the way up to your face. You cried out as your body began to tense and shake, your hips rocking violently into his face as you came.

He ran his tongue along your cunt, over and over, until you desperately pushed his head away, tears gathered at the corners of your eyes as you silently pleaded with him to have some mercy on you.

Finally, he lifted his head again, only to rest back on to your quivering thigh.

Xavier sighed contently, readjusting to get comfortable as you tried to gather your swimming thoughts.

"Were you going somewhere?" he asked politely. "Because now I feel like I could use a nap."

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Caleb - As soon as you moved a muscle to try and sneak out of the bed, a force of gravity pulled you right into a hard, muscular chest. Caleb’s evol made it basically impossible to try to go anywhere without his permission; something that was frustrating, as well as establishing the fact that his say-so held dominance over you in a way that riled your nerves without fail, and he was very aware of it.

“You don’t get to take off that easily, Pipsqueak.” Caleb mused, his breath tickling your ear as he squeezed your body against his from behind.

“Caleb…” you huffed, pausing for a moment to think. Caleb was always so protective over MC, how exactly would he react if he found out that you had merged with his girl, whom he was practically obsessed with? Your memory surfaced him in his colonel gear, that lethal, unforgiving look in his eye. For MC, he could be soft, but to an enemy, he was deadly.

You needed to figure out a way out of this somehow.

“Caleb,” you started again, trying to pull away from him. “I need to get up, I’m…hungry. I’m going to grab some food.” You tried your hand at a lie, something believable, something that you’d normally say to him.

He only laughed, hugging his arms around you tightly. The tone of his voice dropped next to your ear. “You’re trying to crawl out of bed, when usually you’re practically begging to crawl in with me. Is something going on?” The sound of him sent shivers across your skin, and heat pulsating in your core. Shit, what exactly what he insinuating?

You body was almost instantly heating to dangerous levels, and you knew you needed to get away. But that was just the thing; you couldn’t.

Caleb loosed a deep groan as he held you in an iron grip, nuzzling his face into your neck with animalistic abandon, breathing in your scent without shame like a proper junkie.

“…Caleb?” You voice came out weak and soft , and his arm shifted, his hand clamping right over your mouth. Your eyes widened as you stilled, as you felt him press his hardened cock against your ass.

From just your scent?! You knew he was a bit off his rocker, arguably the craziest out of all of them, but this…

“You just—your scent…” his hips began to rut desperately against your rear, and your legs twitched in response to his depraved behavior. You should have stopped him, shamed him, maybe if it didn’t make you so fucking wet. “It’s so much stronger today. I don’t want to let you out of my sight for a second.” He breathed, a free hand sliding down your stomach, fingers brushing and teasing bare midriff as he toyed with the idea of moving your shorts out of the way.

Then your whimper escaped, reverberating into his hand, and he took it as his sign to claim what he wanted.

His large hand pushed beneath your shorts, fingers instantly massaging until they found your swollen clit, slick with your arousal. Your body stiffened and squirmed, your moans muffled by his hand as continued to use you like his personal pleasure toy, hips grinding into you from behind as he rubbed circles into you from the front.

“You’re so warm, so wet.” He moaned against your neck, his breathing hitching in excitement, in obsession. His hand moved from your mouth, ripping your shirt up to expose your tits to air, as his evol tore your shorts down to your knees in one quick yank.

Your pleasured sounds were muffled by nothing now, as he pushed himself against your cunt from behind, bullying his thick cock between your legs. Your body shivered as his head rubbed your clit, slowly sliding back and forth as he teased the both of you. His hand rose back up, gripping your jaw as his mouth pressed back to your ear.

“You like being used like this, don’t you? My pretty little hole. I’m going to enjoy you so thoroughly.” Caleb panted, breath dampening the hot skin of your neck.

Just like that, you were no better than a pile of brainless mush, reduced to the fuzzy lust and desire that clouded your brain. Your hips pushed back against him, your mouth released pathetic whines, and your own wetness was sticking between your thighs.

“So weak and pathetic, just the way I like you. All mine.” He spoke just above a whisper before shifting his body and pushing inside of you with a low, dangerous sound.

Your eyelids fluttered in ecstasy as he filled you up. You could feel him twitch and tense behind you, his hand squeezing your jaw a bit more roughly as he barely seemed to hold himself together.

Then he began thrusting, erratically, fucking into you until your eyes were rolling back in your head, desperate, strained sounds climbing up your throat.

"You don’t understand, you—the way you fuck, the way you taste, I need you. I crave you." Caleb’s voice was nearly a desperate whimper as he fucked you senseless, hand sliding down only a couple more inches to grip your throat.

His other palmed your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh and teasing your nipples, causing your muscles to clench and tighten from the sensitivity.

He moaned against your ear, the obscene sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the room.

"Say it. Say you’re mine, say you belong to me and only me. None of the others." His voice was nearly a low growl as he spoke the last sentence, making your mind stutter.

Others? He knew?

You took too long, and he pushed into you, sliding you a quarter turn underneath him to pin you to the bed, rendering you completely unable to move as he destroyed you from behind, his jealous streak rearing its head.

"Say it." he sneered. "Say you only want to be fucked and filled and used by me. Say it."

"I-I d-do." You stammered, hardly able to breathe let alone speak.

He slammed into your g-spot, hard enough your head spun. "Again."

"I b-belong to you." you sobbed louder as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

Another merciless thrust. "Again."

"Im yours, im fucking yours, Caleb!" You screamed out, and he let out a sound of pure relief, thrusting into you until you were gushing and shuddering around him.

Caleb grabbed a firm fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he sank his teeth into the nape of your neck, leaving his mark on you as he painted your insides. He would mark you as fully as possible, inside and out, if it was the last thing he did.

"You…are awful possessive." you panted breathlessly.

He laughed softly in response, pulling you to his chest again as he gently stroked your head.

"Of course." He said, like he was never more certain of anything. "There’s no one else for you but me, after all."

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Zayne - The first thing you did after your eyes wandered up to his sleeping face, was stare. You weren’t trying to be creepy, but seeing him through a screen was one thing, this was another entirely. His scent filled your senses, a masculine smell like pine and snow that felt so oddly familiar and comforting to you. His skin was pristine, his jet-black hair glossy, matching his fluttering eyelashes.

And then those heart-stopping green and gold speckled eyes were staring right back at you.

"Zayney." You whispered, blinking stupidly at him. It was a nickname your brain had come up with while playing, not one you ever said out loud. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, a mirthful warmth in his gaze.

"That's a new one." he said, turning on to his side to brush a finger across your cheek. You could feel it, all of it, and your pulse quickened at his touch. Being so close to him had your limbs feeling like jello.

Zayne was always too observant for his own good, though maybe that was just the nature of a medical doctor. His dark eyebrows knitted together as he paused, scanning your expression.

"You seem more flustered than usual, and your face is hot. Are you feeling alright?" he asked tenderly, nothing but concern and intense concentration written across his features. He used his evol to summon the slightest bit of freezing air from his palm, hovering it over your face to cool you.

It made you feel guilty, for the dirty thoughts that ran through your head about him. MC was far more innocent than you and little did he know, he had a perverted imposter sitting before him.

"Zayne, I-" you started, trying to figure out how to explain yourself. "You should know, I'm not..."

"It's alright." he interjected softly, brushing your hair off of your shoulder as he continued to give you that look, like you were the only thing that existed in his orbit. "I know. And I'm all the happier for it, to get to know the real you."

Your throat bobbed. He knew already. You found yourself leaning forward, your voice lowering as you slowly gave in to the undeniable magnetism between the two of you. "You're not upset?"

"How could I be? Now you finally get to experience this, the way I have. It's only fair." his voice dropped into a whisper as he leaned in, lips brushing against yours. Your breath caught in your throat, hands raising to fist the silky material of his black button-up.

The progression between you quickly cascaded into clashing tongues, soft kisses transforming into something hard and hungry as your moans vibrating against his lips. You quickly pulled away, after gods knew how long, shoving yourself back from him and what your body yearned for.

“I…I am not good. I’m far more depraved. We need to stop now—“

The look on his face silenced you, your words falling flatly as you realized that he was smirking at you. He was looking at you like what you said was cute.

“My darling, you are far naiver than you give yourself credit for, if you don’t know that I am much more depraved than you.”

Zayne’s words had your mouth parting in surprise, and he took his opportunity to roll on top of you, pushing you down in to the mattress beneath him. Heat began to radiate off of your skin, your clothes feeling too hot and itchy. You breathing picked up as your thighs twitched against him, where he had expertly lodged himself between your legs, pushing right into the dampening core under your shorts.

His voice dropped as he trailed his breath down your neck, rising goosebumps across your skin, your nipples pebbling through your shirt. “You think I wouldn’t give anything to have you just like this? This, is the topic of my very dreams.” He spoke so soft and low, his voice like velvet as his lips finally pressed to your neck, hand snaking shamelessly under your shirt to palm your breast, causing your body to instantly arch against him.

His other hand trailed down, one stray finger brushing against your pussy through the fabric of your shorts.

“Z-Zayne.” You whimpered. “Please.”

“Hmm.” He replied thoughtfully, applying a bit more pressure that had you gasping. “You’re always such an impudent girl, I didn’t think you’d break so easily.”

You bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him pull back, using both of his hands to tug down your shorts until he removed them and tossed them aside. You, of course, weren’t wearing any panties, and were left bare before him.

You stammered, realizing what was about to happen, with Zayne. "Are you sure-"

His large hand clamped over your mouth as he leaned in close, the look in his eyes carnal. Desire ached in your lower abdomen, your thighs beginning to tremble around him as he hovered close to your face, speaking in a tone just above a whisper.

"This is what you want, isn't it? So be a good, obedient girl and behave yourself, and you'll get everything that dirty mind of yours desires."

His words caused shivers to snake up your spine as you nodded your head. The sound of his slacks unzipping had your mind fuzzy, and he only clouded it more as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it against your slick folds. He released a low groan, a pant of air, like he craved it, needed it.

With his free hand he ripped your shirt open in one quick movement, buttons flying and clattering to the floor as he exposed your torso to air. His mouth instantly found your chest, kissing and sucking the skin until you were writhing beneath him.

And when Zayne finally decided to end your misery, notching himself up to you before slowly sheathing himself inside, your bodies shivered together from the pure ecstasy of it, causing you to release a strangled, needy moan.

"That's it, that's—absolute perfection." he grunted as he began to move, hand moving to grip your chin, forcing your face to look up to him, into his eyes.

Just the simple action had you clamping around him, and in that moment he completely lost himself.

You cried out as his cock slammed into you, his lips hovering just above your own as his fingers squeezed your face, his free hand propping up on the headboard that smacked against the wall. "I'm sorry, but I won't hold back. Not when you feel this heavenly." Zayne moaned lowly, causing your stomach to tighten to the point of an ache, needing release.

"Z-zayne-hnn." you warned, your hips moving to greet his as you became greedier, needing to find your orgasm.

He pistoned right into your sweet spot, over and over until you were screaming out. You instantly swung your legs up, clamping them around his waist to pull him in as close as possible for when he came. Your body shook uncontrollably as those waves of pleasure crashed over you, one after the other as you buried your hot face into his neck. He cradled the back of your head, such a gentle action as his buried himself as deep as possible, spilling himself inside of your pussy until he leaked out around himself.

Zayne simply held you close as you both tried to catch your breath, as you tried to process what just happened. He finally spoke, breaking the silence with his matter of fact tone.

"As a doctor, I really should have used protection. We'll have to take safety precautions." you blinked. It was so like him to already be considering such a thing. You hesitated as he continued, his words causing your stomach to flip.

"Since that's the case, we may as well do it a couple more times."

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Sylus - When you awoke next to him, your heart was instantly thumping against your ribcage. It was Sylus, the Sylus, the one whose suave and danger had you squeezing your thighs together whenever you played the game.

All the more reason for you to sneak away from him before he woke up and noticed you weren't the usual MC.

You very slowly uncovered yourself from the bedding, watching his face twitch and mutter in his sleep. He looked so calm and kind, nothing like the lethal leader of Onychinus. You knew he was perceptive, observant, and picked up on the tiniest of changes; sneaking out like that was going to be a slow and steady chore.

You slipped your legs out of bed, wincing as the mattress shifted slightly as your weight lifted off of it. Slow...steady...

"And where do you think you're running off to, kitten?"

You squeezed your eyes shut as that voice spoke to you, his voice. You stopped dead in your tracks, a shot of anticipation pulsing through you.

"The...bathroom?" you said, sounding unsure of it yourself as you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

He chuckled. "We talked about this. You really need to improve your lying skills, or you'll never fool anyone."

Red and black shadow suddenly wrapped around your wrists, and you squealed as your body was hauled back to the bed.

"Sylus!" You yelled, the breath whooshing out of you as your back was pushed right up against the wooden headboard.

You were restrained and level with two deep crimson eyes, that flawless face now just inches away from your own.

"You're acting suspicious, so now an interrogation is taking place. Let's exorcise your fortitude." his lips curved into a devilish smirk. You struggled against his evol, but it was absolutely useless, as usual.

Sylus continued, his hand coming up to brush a thumb against your bottom lip thoughtfully. "Now, what is it exactly that you're hiding that you felt you had to sneak away from me, when you were the one who asked me to lay down in the first place? Hm?"

You squirmed, grunting with the effort as you huffed a frustrated breath, though he couldn't look more entertained by your struggles.

"It's-nothing...let me, go, now..." you said in a strained voice, going still as his hand clamped your chin. His head cocked, in that predatory way of his.

Sylus stared at you for a moment, tension thick between you before he let out an entertained 'hm".

"Don't bother lying," he said smoothly. "I already know that you're far more...in tune today, than usual. Tell me," his voice dropped, reaching the sultry tone that rose goosebumps along your skin. "are all your senses heightened?"

His finger brushed slowly down your neck, causing your breath to catch in your chest. He stopped it on your bounding heart; his eyes filled with amusement as it drummed against him. "Seems that way." he said assuredly. Then his hand moved lower, brushing against the peaked nipple through your loose graphic t-shirt.

And that's how, against your better judgement, your twitching thighs ended up straddling his waist as his muscular arms rested on either side of your head against the board, his hips fucking into you hard enough the bed slammed against the drywall.

slam....slam..!

"S-Sylus! Mmh..fuck." You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back into your head as his cock pummeled your cervix. God, it was heaven, his movements so deep and full you could feel every thick inch of him inside you.

"So resistive and stubborn, now look at you purr." he mused against your ear, before sinking his teeth into the tender lobe, sending another surge of pleasure straight through your midsection.

You squeezed around him, and he grunted in pleasure, his forehead pressing against your jaw as his mouth marked and bit the skin of your neck, his movements getting faster, harder.

"Sylus." You said it like a warning at a particularly sharp snap of his hips, his roughness and lack of control becoming more progressive.

Sylus suddenly stopped, only giving you small rocks of his hips as he mumbled madly against your sweated skin. Your body screamed for more, a whine slipping from your lips as your hips swiveled for the feeling of him again. "A good man would make slow, sweet love to you. A good man wouldn't be so carnally consumed by his desire for you." Slam! Your cries echoed off the ceiling and back to you, and you could barely feel cracked pieces of drywall fluttering down around you. "But I, sweetie, am not a good man." he finished before proceeding to pound into you so mercilessly you forgot how to breathe.

It was blinding, black blotting your vision as your orgasm ripped through you without warning. It caused such tense seizes of your muscles it was almost painful, loud moans flying from your parted lips as they relaxed, pleasure flooding every nerve of your body.

"There you go, sweetheart. That's--that's it." Sylus talked you through every pathetic whimper and convulsion, his hand reaching down to palm your face as he slammed into your quivering heat one last time, finding his own release.

You sat there with eachother for quite a while, sharing breath as your damp foreheads rested against one another.

"There," he said finally, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that sharply contrasted the roughness of earlier. "Now you will get a proper nap in, won't you."

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wlw, female reader x female author, ldr, first meeting, smut, I suppose somewhat exhibitionism given the nature of this???, bdsm, thigh-riding, stem x femme, public teasing, car sex, degradation, praise, fingering, nipple play, cnc, free use.

Yeah, so, this is a special private request for a beautiful woman, and who am I to say no to a gorgeous woman, requesting a smau of her and I? Will I be out-freaked by a request?? of course not (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 feels a little narcissistic to call myself attractive but I would think the reader would hopefully see me that way if we were to...well, fuck. Anyway, enjoy this freaky ass piece if you'd like, or dont. It's really for her to enjoy anyway ;)

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You tugged at your skirt with shaky fingers, nerves simmering in the pit of your stomach as you waited at the terminal. You hated the busyness of airports, and people made you anxious, but that wasn't what was causing your stomach to flip in trepidation.

It was her, you were meeting her, waiting patiently for her to deboard her plane and see you awaiting her arrival in your favorite fitted long sleeve, the one that you knew hugged every curve in just the right way.

It was always easy over text, the flirting, the fantasies. Your cheeks heated as you thought again of all the things you told her you wanted; of all the things she said she'd do to you once she arrived.

But everyone talked big over text, right? Too many times, you had been promised and disappointed, so why would she be any different?

But then there were the smut fics. You had gotten ahold of her Tumblr, her ao3, all of the fanfic and smut writing platforms she had, and you had read what she wrote thoroughly, her debauched words enough to have your heart pumping and slick heat formed between your thighs.

Was she that deranged in real life?

As if she could sense your thoughts of her, her familiar blonde head bobbed into your line of sight. Her hair curled up on the ends, a shaggy wolf cut, and her long, black coat made her look even taller, as well as the heeled leather black boots she wore. She looked similar to her pictures, to your relief, and you found yourself wondering about what she'd sound like.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as her tired blue eyes scanned around, jaw set in an unimpressed expression, until they found you.

And then they heated with recognition.

Your breath caught in your chest as her lips curled into a knowing smirk, and she began to stride over you, dark duffle bag gripped tightly in her hand.

In just a few moments she was in front of you, and there was not much you could do besides stare up at her, and at how much she towered over you. It was more than you had imagined.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked at you amusedly, not even bothering to hide the way her eyes raked down your body, hesitating over your supple chest and the way it filled out your sweater. Her voice was soft, but low-toned and smooth, like music.

She inhaled a tight breath, holding it in for a moment. You were even better in person than she had imagined, and that coyness of yours only heightened her temptation. Her fingers twitched at the thought of slowly unraveling you, but not yet.

Not when you hadn't even said a greeting.

More blood rushed into your face as you cleared your throat, which now felt like sandpaper. "Hello." you said, your voice brittle and low.

She smiled warmly, trying her best to soften the tension pulling between the two of you. "Come on then, pretty girl. Show me to your place."

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Conversation carried on casually on the sidewalk, where you both awaited the car to show. You exchanged the usual pleasantries, talk of her flight, of the cold rain promised to arrive in the oncoming days. Finally, it pulled around the bend, and you heard her choke on a laugh as soon as you both laid eyes on it.

The front seat was packed with bags, duffle bags, and suitcases. It looked as though the driver was planning a 3 week trip, or just coming back from one.

You opened the back door, leaning down to peer in at more bags stuffed into the backseat. It was fortunate that she had only brought one duffle bag worth of things, or there wouldn’t have been a single seat open for even one of you.

"I apologize," said the driver, twisting around from behind the wheel to look at you. "I am just arriving back from a trip and I thought there was only one passenger."

She cleared her throat from behind you, and you felt your embarrassment climb up the back of your neck.

"Well," she said, as a car waiting behind your driver laid on their horn. "I guess we’ll just have to share a seat, won’t we?"

That was how you found yourself seated on her lap in the backseat, as the driver bobbed his head to the music up front, trying to keep your thoughts from racing.

You sat perched on her thigh, her muscular quad protruding through her soft black slacks, as the car hit another bump. Her hands moved to grip your hips, steadying you, and you felt like you were going to lose your cool right then and there.

Her hands didn’t move once they claimed their place on your pelvis.

You felt her breath brush the hair around your ear from behind, tickling against your skin. "This okay?"

"Y-yes, it’s fine." You huffed, trying to pull yourself together.

"Maybe you should have specified two passengers, hm? Or did you do that on purpose?" She teased you, her voice just above a whisper, so only the two of you could hear.

You opened your mouth to give some sort of witty, clipped reply, that you would never do such a thing just to get close to her, but that damned car hit another pothole.

Your hand gripped her other knee, as her thigh jostled right against your clit, causing a small noise to escape from your throat.

And she, of course, did not miss the way your body betrayed you.

"What’s the matter, baby? You seem tense." She murmured against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive cartilage as her thumbs began to work circles against your hips, sending desire surging right to your core.

"It’s nothing." you hissed. You were in the back of an uber—this couldn’t happen, not here.

That was what you thought, before her hands slid down, hooking two fingers under the hem of your skirt and hiking up the bottom half of it, so that nothing separated her thigh and your pussy besides the thin, lacy fabric of your panties.

Then her thigh flexed against you, her hands moving back to apply pressure to your waist, grinding you down against her.

You had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from moaning outright, the delicious friction making your thoughts go fuzzy instantly.

"Careful, princess. The volume of the radio only covers up so much noise." she warned, her voice filled with mirth as she continued to grind you against her casually, as if you weren’t walking a tight rope of being discovered at any given moment.

The thought had your pulse quickening, sweat gathering on the lower of your back and the fabric of your underwear growing damper by the minute.

"This what you wanted? Couldn’t wait to rub this slutty pussy on me as soon as you could?" She said lowly, teeth grazing your ear. Your hips twitched, begging to move on their own, for more friction. The strength in her arms held you still at your failure to reply, and you could feel her all around you, the bulge of her biceps on either side of you, the press of her breasts against your back, her dark, vanilla musk filling your nose.

The car shook again, and you lowered your head as you whimpered.

"Go on then, princess. Tell me." Her tone was so smug, so knowing. She knew how badly you wanted it, needed to be touched properly.

"Please." You whispered, eyeing the rearview mirror.

"Hmm?" she taunted, giving your hips a little squeeze, enjoying the soft, malleable feel of them.

"Please."

"That’s my girl." she breathed, her voice sounding far more strained. "Sounds much sweeter to hear it in person, straight from those pretty lips."

Her hands began to move your hips again, but more so assisted as your body greedily accepted the stimulation back, your back curving as your body gyrated on its own.

You knew she groaned with satisfaction just from the feel of you pleasuring yourself on her, because you could feel it vibrate against your neck.

Then her hand shifted, sliding down your leg with smooth precision, fingers searching until they found where the skin of your thigh and the hem of your skirt met. They slipped beneath the fabric, until they found the wet liner of your underwear, the pad of her thumb massaging lazy circles into your swollen clit.

The other hand did not falter, snaking beneath your sweater and deftly lodging itself beneath the cup of your bra, squeezing your breast. You swore you felt her hips jerk beneath you.

She felt the need just as intensely as you, if not far worse, her lust slowly deteriorating to primal need.

Pleasure sparked through your entire body, your chin dipping down to catch the collar of your shirt between your teeth to stifle the lewd noises that threatened to escape you. As if she felt the thinning of your self-control, she shoved her fingers greedily beneath your panties, rubbing your slick lubricant up and down your slit.

"Look at that, look at how wet you are. Do you feel that? You like being used as a personal sex toy, don't you?" Her degrading words sent shivers racing up your spine, heat building and coiling tighter in your core as you nodded your head slowly.

You felt her chest huff with laughter as she plunged a finger inside of you, sliding it slowly in and out to suppress the noise as much as possible. Shivers racked through your body, sweat gathering at the base of your back as heat radiated off of your face and body. You needed more, just a bit more-

She inserted the second finger just as the car hit another bump, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

You lost yourself then, hips twitching and rocking with less restraint, riding and squeezing around her fingers as she pushed the pads of them against your g-spot, the base of her hand palming your clit.

She pinched down on your nipple, rolling it between her fingers as her tongue licked the lobe of your ear, tasting your salt. She groaned lowly as she felt you tighten around her, thighs clenching.

"That's it, baby girl. Cum all over my hand right behind his seat, like a proper whore, and hope to god he can't scent you"

Her words were your complete undoing as released ripped through you, your chin tucking and eyes squeezing so hard tears pricked at the corners. Your body heaved and jerked, rolling until the orgasm had finally washed through you completely, leaving you dizzy and limp on her lap.

Her hand under your shirt came up, stroking your hair as she planted gentle kisses on your cheek, your neck, your ear, whispering about how pretty you were between each press of her soft lips.

"We...really just did that." you breathed back to her. "We can't ever tell a soul, okay?"

You felt her mouth curve into what you were sure was a wicked smile. "Of course not, doll. But you can be damn sure I'm going to be writing about this."

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some mention of bdsm, hair pulling, spitting, rough sex. This is primarily fluff because it is getting to be that time of the year where I'm hyper-aware of my own attention-starvation; maybe I'm more so adoration-starved (╥﹏╥)

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Nanami Kento is the type of boyfriend to insist on being the perfect gentleman, because it's the "proper" way of things. He will always be there to open your car door, to take your coat, to press you to the inside of the street when you're walking with the idea of protecting you.

Nanami Kento is the type of boyfriend who always lets you do his tie before work, even though you always do it wrong and he always has to correct it before he gets to the office. Although, he'll only do it after he's out the front door, and he knows you won't see him do it.

Nanami Kento is the type of boyfriend to not argue when you move in together and you state that you need separate bedrooms. You give your spiel about healthy boundaries, and how a lot of couples don't last long after sharing a place. He'll wear a quiet smile when he hears your feet pitter-pattering down the hallway to join him in his bed, because you just don't like sleeping without him. He'll always quietly open the covers for you, before you climb in and nestle against him, then press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Nanami Kento is the type of boyfriend to keep a building stack of evidence against you, filed away in the back of his mind until later when he has you pressed into the mattress. For such a gentleman, he is vengeful, reminding you of every bratty comment, argument, tantrum, and shred of attitude you provided that led to him pounding you senseless. He'll remind you of every single instance without fail while he's buried inside you; and although you'll whimper that he's brutal, you'll both know that you did most of it on purpose for that very reason.

Nanami Kento is the type of boyfriend who is the master of duality. He can offer the most tender lovemaking, all soft caresses, slow, intentional movements, and he can starkly contrast it with fucking you like he hates you, unforgiving and rough as he spits in your mouth, pulls your hair, and leaves you a trembling, drooling mess. Either way, he'll remind you of how much he adores you when it's all said and done.

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