Mrs. Xia

yes even the 💦 kind.

Warnings/Tropes: NSFW, MDNI. crack smut (kinda?), Somno, Dubcon, Fucking in dreamspace.

You were on your knees, looking up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. Red eyes fully blown out, hair messier than you’d ever seen it, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat. His brows were scrunched together in a fevered, feral expression, lips parted to let out a low, muffled groan. Everything was hazy– too fucking hazy– and it took you a second to realize he was saying something. 

Something along the lines of calling you a good girl.

And a good fucking girl you were indeed. Mouth stuffed full of his cock, you were sucking him off like a champ, taking every thick inch he shoved down your throat. You could barely breathe, barely fit all of him, mascara-stained tears streaming down your cheeks while your hand rubbed frantic, desperate circles over your clit. Oh you looked nasty alright.

Sylus fisted a handful of hair at the base of your head and pressed you all the way down his length until you gagged around him. Almost instantly, he filled your mouth up, the salty, warm taste of him overflowing your tongue as you swallowed every drop down your throat. 

And then you woke up. 

You blinked once. Twice. Chest heaving, you found yourself tangled in your bedsheets, an unmistakable wet patch soaking straight through your underwear. Christ. Some dream that was. It was the first time something like that had happened, and it was everything you were too shy to ever ask from Sylus, who had never gone beyond breathless kisses and innocent cuddles with you. 

Obviously, Sylus was walking sex. The fact that he was your boyfriend meant you were constantly riled up, twitchy, and practically leaking just being in the same room as him. His incessant teasing didn't help either. The further your relationship progressed, the harder it became to ignore the growing ache you were beginning to feel. That ache right in your pussy, something only he could truly cure. 

But since you were too much of a coward to do anything about it, you were going to have to fix it yourself. Sighing, you sunk back into your mattress, a hand trailing inside your underwear before you could stop it. Biting your lip, your fingers recreated the same circles on your clit you felt not too long ago.

“Fuck... Sy”

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Meanwhile, at his base, Sylus was having a hard time of his own.

His features were flushed and restless in sleep, breathing coming in low, ragged hitches. His hips unconsciously bucked upward, chasing the phantom mouth he was seeing in his mind. 

After a beat, his eyes shot open, lips immediately curling up into a smile. 

Sylus wasn't unaware of the connection he had with your dreams, knowing it had something to do with your soul-tie. You, being oblivious as ever, never seemed to question his convenient calls or appearances whenever you had a nightmare. 

But the reason only he knew, and that was because he could see through most of your dreams, especially the ones you had particularly strong feelings for, the intensity of his visions spiking with your emotions . But this one... this one was the most vivid yet. 

In fact, he had the front fucking seat to the show.

Sitting upright on his bed, the sheets falling off his bare torso, he looked down to see a certain problem saying hello. He’s gonna have to take care of that now.

Yet he couldn't help the twinge of amusement settling in his chest. Beneath all that shy, sweet hesitation you carried during the day, his kitten clearly had a filthy little mind.

He wasn't going to let you in on his little window into your head just yet, though. He wanted to have his fun for just a bit longer.

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The following weeks were absolute torment for you.

It was harder to face Sylus than you thought, your mind conjuring up the images of your dream at the most inconvenient times possible. Like that time when he had you curled up in his lap, hand stroking your hair, innocent enough for a normal person. 

Yet in your depravity, all you could think about was how those same hands felt tightening their grip in your hair instead, using your mouth to relieve his cock. 

Or that time when he called you a good girl for finishing a task you’d been putting off for days. The knowing smile on his face when he did that made your heart leap into your throat, the all-too-familiar feeling of having all your secrets laid bare for him before you learned how to resist his Aether Core. 

But you rationalized it, of course. Chalking it up to him being his usual smug self, deliberately pushing your buttons to watch you squirm. And it fucking worked. The dreams became a nightly occurrence, each one bolder, nastier, and more obscene than the last.

And somehow, Sylus kept saying and doing things that felt eerily close to what happened in them, subtle enough to pass for coincidence, but specific enough to make you think he knew more than he let on.

The universe was playing a sick joke on you.

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You were at the Onychinus base for date night, but Sylus was running late. Some dispute with his subordinates had dragged him away, and his last text claimed he wouldn't be back for another hour.

Walking over to the couch to wait for him, you plopped down on your back, stretching your legs over the leather that still smelled faintly of him. A shudder ran down your spine, and that persistent throb returned between your thighs. Letting out a shaky breath, you pulled a throw blanket over yourself, trying to fight it off. 

It was ridiculous. You couldn't go a single day without touching yourself; you were acting like a bitch in heat. 

You picked up your phone, swiping the lockscreen to reread Sylus’s text over and over again like that would summon him immediately. Holding your flushed bottom lip between your teeth, you could feel your degeneracy catching up to you. 

Yup. You were gonna fuck yourself right on his couch. 

Your arousal had you more than prepped already, your pussy ruining your fourth pair of underwear today with how much it had dripped. So you wasted no time shoving two fingers inside, rubbing against your wet walls impatiently as your thighs clamped shut around your hand. You tried to imagine his fingers instead of your own– longer, thicker, reaching all the spots you couldn't reach yourself. That was what those hands were made for anyway, a much better use than whatever work Sylus usually occupied them with. 

Before you knew it, you were cumming with a stifled cry of his name. Panting, you pulled your sticky fingers out, exhaustion suddenly crashing over you. You realised you still had plenty of time to nap before he got back, and you drifted off almost instantly. 

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Sylus was mid-interrogation when it happened.

He stood towering over the trembling man collapsed at his feet, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as the red tendrils of his Evol danced around his knuckles. He raised his hand, about to land another blow, before he felt all the air yanked from his lungs. His Aether eye flared a dangerous, searing crimson.

He lost sight of the dark basement, replaced by an intoxicating sensory overload. The details were blurry around the edges before he realized he was pulled into your dreamspace yet again. 

You were both standing at a balcony, him fucking you from behind, your bare tits exposed to the cool night air as your hands scrambled for purchase on the railing. He had his fingers shoved into your mouth to muffle your moans, his hips slamming rhythmically against yours, the nasty feat visible to whoever that wanted to see it.

“Mmmphf Sy–” 

He pushed his fingers deeper, clamping your tongue down as he bit the shell of your ear.

“Shh. Dirty fucking girl. You want someone out there to see us like this, don’t you, sweetie?”

Even as he watched it all unfold through his own eyes, his body moved on autopilot, driven to act out the lewd scenario playing out in your mind, feeling the throb of his dick in your tight walls far too realistically for comfort. 

Sylus blinked back into reality, head dipping to the side to shake off the lingering effects of the vision, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Shame he didn't get to see it all the way.

Leaving the terrified man spared for another day, Sylus headed straight for his car. He had always prided himself on his patience, but after days of these non-stop visions, he was dangerously close to his limit. 

It was the same almost every night, you brazenly fucking him in your sleep, dangling the sweet treat right in front of him before he eventually woke up to his cock twitching and begging for your real pussy instead. 

By the time he reached his base and stepped into the living room, he found you passed out on the couch, no doubt still dreaming of impaling yourself on his dick. 

Stepping over, he crouched down, watching your chest rise and fall with the occasional hitched breath. Taking your hand in his, he noticed the slick still coating your fingers, and his eyes dilated. 

Poor thing, having to take care of herself all alone. He tutted softly. If only you would ask for what you wanted, use him the way you so graciously showed him every night. God, he hoped you’d break soon, or he was going to give in first and have his way with you.

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It all came to a head on a random weekend. It was past midnight, and both of you were dozing off in his bed. Your back was pressed against Sylus’s chest, spooned up with his arm wrapped around your waist. You looked so content, soft snores escaping your lips as you drifted through a restful sleep. 

But your mind– ever the gluttonous cock fiend– wouldn’t let either of you rest for long. 

Face down, ass up. That was how he had you.

“Just like that, sweetie. Come on, take it all the way in—fuck, there we go.”

Your lips parted with a silent sigh, your thighs squeezing together around his leg. Sylus’s eyebrows furrowed in his sleep, his fingers twitching against your stomach. 

“Sy, slow down, too big—” 

He slammed harshly all the way into your womb.

His actual hips jerked in response, the hardening length of his cock outlining itself clearly through his sweatpants. 

“Ah ah ah, don't run away from me sweety–”

He dragged your hips back to meet his thrust this time. 

His grip tightened on your waist, subconsciously tugging your actual body back toward him. 

“Fucking gorgeous, so tight. This is my cunt, isn’t it? Mine.”

He held your hips with bruising force, ramming into that delicious spot that had you drooling into the sheets. 

Still asleep, Sylus managed to drag you completely flush against him, pinning your ass to his lap. A low groan escaped his chest at the contact as his dick nudged directly against your clothed cunt. 

And it must've known it was close to home, 'cause it seemed to throb and twitch more eagerly. 

“Shit– keep fucking back on me like that. Use my cock sweetie.”

He slowed down as you rutted back into him, chasing your own high.

And your hips rolled back instinctively, pressing your hole against his tip, seeking out the stretch of him even in your unconscious state.

Sylus was losing his resolve, taking back the reins as he desperately bullied his cock through your walls once more. He wrapped an arm around the back of your neck, using that grip to hold you in place.

And he was getting bolder in reality too, his hand pinning you down on his dick, grinding and dry humping you through your shorts. 

“Sy ‘m gonna come, fuck im gonna come please–”

And you came outside of the dream too- Your pussy clamped down hard, soaking through all your layers and pulsing wildly against the thick length shoved flush between your thighs, soaking him too in the process. 

Sylus snapped out of the trance with a flinch, his eyes shooting open as a ragged groan spilled from his lips. Were you just… sleep fucking? What a mess, all without so much as undressing each other. 

Sylus held onto you tighter– not the sleepy, sluggish movements from earlier, but his full grip coming into effect instead. He dipped his head into the curve of your shoulder. 

“Fuck. wake up, please. Please” he huffed, unsure of what he would do to himself if he didn't go balls deep in you right fucking now.

Boom shakalaka bitches

couldnt take myself seriously while writing this so uhhh not sure if yall want a part 2, but lmks :>

you've always been careful about how you spend your money. sylus notices this, and to counteract it, he spends his money on you like there's no tomorrow.

when you're out shopping, he'll insist you enter stores you'd never consider yourself because of the price. sylus is ever so patient when you try on dress after dress, and when you can't choose which ones you like the most, he tells the salesperson to wrap them all.

"i'll see you in the red one for dinner," he'll say, swiping his card without so much a glance at the screen. the price is more than your last paycheck.

sylus will deliver things to your apartment. they'll somehow end up on your kitchen island, and he'll call you right as you get home.

"what did you buy this time?" you'll ask him.

sometimes it'll be a pair of shoes you've been eyeing or new gear you've been putting off buying. when you ask how he could've possibly known what you needed, sylus will chuckle, his voice deep and amused over the phone.

"i have my ways," he tells you.

what you don't know is how he religiously monitors the posts like online... and maybe what you search. irrelevant details. after all, everything is fair game when it comes to providing for his girl, right?

when you do tell sylus you want something, usually food, he navigates to the most expensive places. you want a sweet treat? it's a high-end bakery, and he buys one of each thing for you to try. craving a good meal? you end up in places that have a month-long waiting list. out for drinks? sylus waves his hand and another round appears before you have the chance to finish what's in your hand.

sylus finds it amusing when you tell him to stop. he towers over you, standing around in the living room as you ramble on about being able to afford your own things while sitting on his couch. it's cute, really.

he cuts you off, "oh, kitten."

you look up at him, hands mid-gesture trying to prove your point.

"what?"

"you have no idea how much i hold back."

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featuring: yandere!ex!caleb x f!reader

summary: breaking up with your ex-fiancé, caleb, is like trying to cancel your gym membership: unfortunately, you'll be locked in for a lifetime. but at least being his ex comes with some nice perks. period care on demand, cuddles whenever you like, and a solution to all of the problems that come with an old apartment. he's a constant in your busy life. a little crazy... maybe a lot crazy. but soon, you come to accept that rather than forsake him for it.

contents: nsfw (sexual themes but no actual sex), kinda crack and angst, implied death of minor character(s), implied that caleb drugs you, swearing (you know me), yandere and themes of possession and obsession, reader has a cat hence the header images, 9k words

original thought post + read on ao3

It's just after 9am when your doorbell rings. You glance up, eyes wide like a cat caught in the midst of pawing a glass over the edge of a table. Your breakfast sits in front of you, half-eaten. Grabbing a napkin, you hastily wipe your mouth before scurrying over to the front door. Swinging it open, you find a young delivery boy holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"For Miss—"

You take them from him and sign his tablet, uttering a quiet, "Thanks," before closing the door. You've been receiving a fresh bunch every week for about a month now, ever since you separated from your long-time partner. The flowers from last week sit in a vase on your island bench, casting you a disapproving look as you set the fresh bouquet down nearby and go on a scavenger hunt for another vase. Finding an old pitcher instead, you undo the bouquet and arrange the flowers inside it, adding some water and the provided flower food afterwards.

putting rafayel on a sex ban since that night he accidentally hurt you. it wasn’t something big. rafayel was just pulling an orgasm after orgasm from you, overstimulating to the point of tears falling down your cheeks. since it was your first time with him, it got overwhelming real fast and you had asked him to stop. rafayel, who was lost in the pleasure of pleasing you, quickly stopped at the sound of your voice cracking and your weak attempt to shove him off. the lemurian wouldn’t ever dare to hurt his beloved, immediately arranged an aftercare session after. you fall asleep safely in his arms while he gave you soft kisses on your face. you decided a sex ban was more than necessary after that incident. rafayel didn’t complain much. “it’s okay. you can take your time, cutie.” 

for the first few days, it was fine for you. not for rafayel. he got to taste you, feel you, touched you in every way possible, see your vulnerability, and feel the intensity of the love from you and him. how was he supposed to act normal after? he needs to indulge in the feelings again. and that’s how he finds himself in this situation. he swore he wasn’t taking advantage or hurting you. he just loves you so much. words or paintings he spent hours on making couldn’t describe the love he is having for you. you were sleeping peacefully, all exposed and defenseless on his bed. you were wearing his shirt with your underwear on. the pink one with a tiny bow at the centre, his favourite pair. 

he lay down beside you, taking in the sight of you. he couldn’t help himself but to slipped his hand past your panties. fuck, you’re wet. he let out a dry chuckle. “oh, cutie. you want me, huh? did you dream about me?” his fingers began to work as he rubbed on your clit. he exhaled deeply as his gaze turned to your sleeping face. “you’re so cruel for this, cutie. how could you put me on a ban? you know i can’t live without you.” his other hand slipped past his sweatpants, gripping his already hard cock. “f-fuck… n-need you, cutie…” he continued on rubbing your clit until he heard an involuntary soft moan coming from you. “…you like that? of course, you do. c’mon, give me more…” his fingers moved to your soaked cunt, before he shoved his fingers inside you. 

your body was jolted awake at the sensation. your vision was blurry as you saw rafayel beside your figure. it took you about a minute to realise he had his fingers inside you. “rafayel…? w-what are you doing…?” upon realising you’re awake, he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “just giving you what you need.” you try to shove him away, but it was a  useless attempt as he pinned you down. “i already said you’re on a ban…” he just replied with a hum, staring at you with a darkened gaze. “i know, cutie. but i need you so badly. i want to love you. i want to touch and worship your body until every part of it becomes mine.” 

for a moment, you forgot how rafayel isn’t a human. he doesn’t understand how human’s morality works. saying no and asking him to stop wouldn’t work. the ban was useless. you stopped fighting him as you let your body indulge in the pleasure. “that’s it, cutie. isn’t it better when you stop fighting and just let me worship you?” he leaned in and kissed your lips, while his fingers pumped in and out of your soaked pussy. he switched to rub and pinch your clit, making you cry out into his mouth. he pulled away, taking in the pathetic sight of you. “oh, cutie. i haven’t even give my all yet you’re crying? you are so sensitive. i should have known. you are just a human, after all.” a mean chuckle escaped his lips. he was giving you a mock sympathy and that made you feel like you wanted to burst more. “do you wanna cum, cutie? I can feel that you’re close. wanna make a mess on my fingers, yeah?” he fastened his pace, rubbing and fingering you. your hips bucked as you could feel reaching the peak. “y-yes… raf…! let me cum…! please!” 

just as you were about to ride your high, rafayel pulled his fingers away. you whimpered at the loss feeling. you were so close, why did he stop? “raf… why…? i was close…” you cried as your hips jerked up to search for any friction to satisfy your need. but he held you down, as he smiled at you. “didn’t you cry and sob the last time i made you finished- like what, 4 times? i thought you didn’t like it, cutie. figure edging would make you feel better.” 

you remember it being called dacryphilia or something, thanks to your obsession on spending your time reading stuff online.

rafayel really made it subtle at first. he plunged his cock deep inside you, before dragging it out to hear you whine at the loss feeling.

“r-rafayel, why would you pull out…?” your voice came in in a high pitched tone, as your hips moved to find rafayel’s cock.

you looked back to look at rafayel. his breath hitched, as he feels his cock twitched at the sight of your face. he swears to the gods above he just gets harder than he ever been before on catching the glimpse of tear in your eyes.

god, he wanna break you.

“shh, it’s okay. just breathe for me, cutie,” rafayel leaned down to kiss your damp cheek, before thrusting his dick back into your wet cunt.

rafayel couldn’t believe his own restraint that night. he was so close to just break you down, hurt you the way he knows you would like it, but he knows better than to do that out of the blue.

the second time it happened is when you tried to ride him yourself.

“ngh- r-rafayel… i- i can’t do it myself. help me…” you whimpered as you struggled to sink all the way down on his cock, as he was just too big.

rafayel let out a nasty chuckle, as his slender hands gripped the fat of your hips to steady your body. you’ve been stuck trying to sink down on his cock for at least half an hour now.

you promised to him that you wanted to take him all by yourself tonight, craving to show him how good you can be. you thought it would be easy, as taking him was never really a struggle before.

but you were mistaken. it was only easy because of rafayel’s generous help, as you now realised you had never taken him all by yourself.

his cock is so stupidly big and thick, damn him.

“buuuut cutie, didn’t you promised me that you wanna take my cock all by yourself? don’t you wanna be good for me?” rafayel nuzzled your cheek, breathing in your warm scent, before planting a soft kiss on it.

you whined in response. you’ve been trying so hard, but rafayel didn’t even spare a thought to help you. mean. you cursed him, mumbling the best insults you could think at the moment as your hips moved again to take his cock in.

the eagerness of trying to make him proud of you and feeling the euphoria at the same time drove you to finally push in his cock fully inside your walls.

the sensation made you moaned and rafayel grunted in pleasure. he can feel the tip of his cock leaking of precum hitting at the end of your walls.

“now move. c’mon, you can do this. be good for me, cutie,” rafayel murmured, he held himself back from taking over and thrust himself into you.

you gave him a small nod, as you rise your hips up and then back down again. it was a sloppy action, you couldn’t find the perfect rhythm to keep the ride satisfying for both you and him.

you didn’t want to give up, but all the feelings from earlier had been building up inside of you, it makes you frustrated.

why couldn’t i do this right? i just want to please him.

rafayel noticed how your body language was showing signs of frustration. he wanted to feel bad and helped, but a tear that left your eye stopped him from doing so.

you’re crying, stressed and frustrated. ah, rafayel wants to break you even more.

“r-rafayel…! please, help me. ngh- i-i can’t-“ you don’t even know if you’re even moving at this point. it felt sloppy and useless.

rafayel gripped your hips, inching his face closer, as his lips grazed against yours. you thought rafayel would guide you to ride his cock.

how you were wrong.

rafayel pulled his face back, as he chuckled and grin at your disheveled state. “no.”

you let out a broken whimper at his answer. your tears broke down like a dam, all the pent up frustration that’s been building up escaping your system.

rafayel cooed at the pitiful sight. he got closer just to lick your tears with his tongue. “why are you crying? weren’t you the one who wanted this? why are you acting like the victim, cutie? i’m hurt.”

“r-raf- i-i- p-please-!” your words slurred as you keep clenching around his dick, gripping him with your tight walls.

“can’t even form a sentence. did i break your brain, baby? i didn’t even do anything, though,” he snickered, taking in your condition as a joke to him.

your face were soaked with tears, hiccuping over and over again. you were beyond frustrated, feeling like your lower limbs are numbed.

you hide yourself in his chest, feeling too vulnerable in this state.

but rafayel was quick to grip and gather your hair into a ponytail, pulling you back from hiding in, making you whined in pain.

“ah, ah, don’t do that, cutie. i was just about to have fun. after all, my beloved bride did promise me to be good tonight. you can be good by giving me your tears more. you look so pretty crying for me.”

at least now your suspicion is valid.

here’s a fish snack omg i haven’t write him for so long

pairings: Baker!Higuruma x chubby!fem reader x Baker!Nanami

mdni 18+: your lonliness has been at an all time high since your bum ass boyfriend cheated on you. So, you end up in a small bakery where you can eat your sorrows away. But, when you see the two hot owners of the establishment, you wonder whether they can eat you?

includes: chubby/curvy reader | EIFFEL TOWER | pussy eating | fingering | everyone making out w/each other | oral sex (f + m receiving) | food play | squirting | cum everywhere

You're walking around the street alone, dress and hair sticking to your body from the rain, heels nowhere to be found, and mascara running down your puffy cheeks. 

You were supposed to meet up at your boyfriend's place for your anniversary dinner. You spent hours on your look. From the products you put in your hair, to the dress that accentuates your gorgeous figure, all the way down to the heels you bought for this occasion. You guys were planning on going to a well known restaurant downtown—well more like you were planning it. Your boyfriend kind of let you take the reins on the whole thing. You made the reservation months in advance and made sure to tell him everyday to cancel any work plans he had that day. So, it is a shocker to you when you walk up to his place, open the door with the spare key he gave you, and see some bitch bouncing on your boyfriend's dick like she has all the time in the world. 

You stand there in shock, but it seems like they haven't noticed you from the loud moaning and slapping of skin. So, you decide to do what any normal person would do—scream and start smashing his shit. 

You first grab the nearest vase and throw it straight at the wall near their heads grabbing their attention. "The fuck?" screams the chick who's name you don't even care to know. You then take off your heels and chuck each at both of them.

"You asshole! How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through, you fuck it up for some whore?" Your eyes are stinging with tears but you don't dare let them fall. You grab another vase that coincidently contains flowers that you bought him on a whim one day. 

"No baby i'm sorry please, it was an accident! She doesn't mean anything I swear!" He has his arms out trying to calm you down. But you are way past calm right now. Not after you've been calm about everything else during this relationship.

The woman stands up and smacks him, "Oh I don't mean anything? That's funny since you were pumping my pussy full of cum for months!" Then everything inside you freezes.

"Months?" You shakily ask. 

The woman slowly walks up to you with her hands out, "He's been seeing me for around five months. He never mentioned that he was in a relationship. I promise I would have never gotten with him if he was." 

Your blood had run cold, the both of you have been together for about a year. You were going to celebrate that year tonight. A year where you thought you finally met the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you called home. The image shattered completely in the past five minutes. 

Slowly, you put the vase down, your eyes move to look at their faces one final time, you turn on your bare heels, and walk out the door with the little bit of dignity you have left. 

・❥・

Now back to the present, you are aimlessly walking the dark street. Heartbroken and really fucking hungry, you notice a shop's light on. You trudge your way over to the warm lighting and walk in. With the bell announcing your presence, you take in the atmosphere—soft lights, glass display counter with various pastries that look absolutely delectable, small tables surrounding you, and a little cash register. As you are looking around, you don't notice the two tall shadows looming over you until a large hand is on your shoulder. 

"Excuse me miss?" A deep voice rumbled behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and are met with two tall, handsome men. One with blonde hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, and a stern look with a bit of softness in his eyes. The other has dark brown hair, gloomy eyes, and a slightly aquiline nose. Both are beautiful and you start to feel a bit self conscious of your appearance. 

"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry for coming in so late, this place was the only one I saw that still had their lights on." You say as your eyes meet the blonde haired man. 

"It's alright, but we are closed, we were just cleaning up." The blonde man gestures towards the clock, it reading half past nine. 

You politely apologise again and turn to leave but the other man stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? You're soaked and barefoot." He points out. 

You don't know why but the way these two men are looking at you have you tearing up again. They look at each other once, a silent conversation occurring between them and they immediately start moving. One of them moves you to sit on a chair while the other grabs a towel from the kitchen in the back. 

"Are you hungry sweetheart?" The brunette one questions. 

"No, I'm alright thank you." You lie. But, right after you say this, your stomach growls in the silence of the bakery. He softly smiles and rises from his chair. 

"What would you like to eat? We have an assortment of pastries to pick from." He motions his head over to the display case of pastries. 

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the single slice of strawberry shortcake in the case. He notices how your eyes shine bright when you eye the cake. "That's our most popular one, would you like a slice? It's free of charge." He asks you but is already donning gloves to plate it for you. 

Once he sets down the cake with a plastic fork, you immediately start digging in. The taste was phenomenal—from the decadent taste of the strawberries, the sponge of the cake, and the way the whipped cream melts on your tongue, you feel like you've tasted a piece of heaven. Not to mention it was served by a very attractive man. 

While you are eating, the blonde man comes out with a soft towel and drapes it over your shoulder. You then look up from your plate to see them both looking fondly upon you. Placing your fork down on your plate you thank them both for the delicious cake and ask them for their names. 

"Nanami Kento." The blonde responds.

"Higuruma Hiromi." answers the brunette. 

"Thank you, to the both of you." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. They scoot a little closer to you, one on either side of you. 

Nanami places a gentle hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently, "What happened darling?" 

"Its a long story but overall, my boyfriend of a year cheated on me the day of our anniversary." You choke out, trying not to cry in front of these attractive bakers. 

"Forgive me for saying this sweetheart but he's a fucking idiot." Higuruma scoffs, absolutely appalled at the fact that someone could hurt someone as beautiful as you. That someone could make tears run down those gorgeous cheeks. 

You laugh at that statement which puts a smile on his face. "I should have seen this coming, I mean you should have seen the girl he was with. She had the body of a model—perfect skin, hair, face. I could never compete." They make eye contact with each other with a frown, then a slow smirk makes way to their faces. 

"How would you like to come over to our place? I really don't recommend that you are by yourself during a time like this." Nanami suggests, Higuruma nodding along. 

You wave your hands in front of you trying to decline their offer, "Oh I really couldn't impose on you both. This is something I have to deal with by myself." 

"We insist, please consider our offer." Higuruma interjects. 

Your mind is all over the place at the moment. You catch your boyfriend cheating on you, then you end up in a bakery with two handsome bakers that want to take you home with them. 

"You know what? Fuck it let's go." 

・❥・

Nanami picks you up as if you weighed nothing and carries you to their car because of your lack of shoes. Once he places you in the back seat, cushioned leather seats providing you a sense of comfort, Higuruma sits in the passenger seat and Nanami starts the car. The car roars to life as you all head to their place. 

Once you arrive, you notice how nice their complex looks. Tall building with sleek glass windows reflecting everything in view. Before you could open the car door, Higuruma already beat you to it—opening the door and immediately picking you up without breaking a sweat so you don't have to touch the ground with your bare feet. 

He carries you with Nanami trailing behind him to the elevator, clicks a floor number and you all stand there as the elevator slowly rises. It is silent until you start giggling, finding this entire ordeal hilarious. The men look at you a bit confused until they chuckle to themselves as well—deep voices rumbling off the walls and Higuruma's chest sending calming vibrations throughout your body. 

The elevator door dings as you all reach their floor. You make it inside the apartment and it's a very cozy atmosphere. Dim lighting all around, small kitchen enough for two people, a living room with some soft throw blankets, and a little coffee table with some magazines. 

Higuruma finally places you down on the hardwood floor and they both watch you walk further in, admiring the slight gleam in your eyes as you take in the place. Nanami speaks up, "Would you like to take a shower?" He offers and your eyes immediately perk up. This whole situation had your mind so scrambled that you didn't even realize that you looked a mess. 

"Yes please." You respond thankful, walking with him to the bathroom. He hands you a towel, toothbrush, and spare pajamas that definitely belong to one of them. You close the door to the bathroom and actually take a good look at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your face streaked with mascara and eyeliner, eyes puffy, hair damp, and dress slowly drying up. You look like a mess and everything comes back to the forefront of your brain. The way the woman was on top of him, the shock in his face for being caught, the shattered vase, all of it comes back. Your eyes begin watering again and you start to sniffle, then sob, finally allowing yourself to break. 

Removing your clothes, you step in the shower to hopefully wash off this whole night. You scrub your face hard enough to wash off every remnant of your tears, wash the rain water out of your hair, and scrub the rest of your body. 

Stepping out of the shower, you change into the clothes they lended you. Large tshirt over the clean boxers that hug your thighs and ass beautifully. Brushing your teeth— you take a look into the mirror again at your much cleaner state. You walk out of the bathroom and you hear movement coming from another room. Following the sounds of footsteps and rustling, you reach a bedroom. Peeking inside you see both men folding blankets and fluffing pillows. They notice you at the door and with gentle smiles, gesture for you to come in. 

"You can stay here as long as you would like." Nanami said. "We will take the couches."

You don't know why you said the next words that came out of your mouth but something about the way they have looked at you, made a warmth bloom in your chest, so you told them, "If it's not too much trouble, you could both say here with me? The bed is big enough for all three of us." 

They stare at you for a beat before nodding and you all get comfortable on the king size bed. Nanami lying on your left and Higuruma your right, and you—surrounded by the warmth of two men who came to your rescue, you all drift off to sleep. 

・❥・

The sun is shining through the blinds when you wake up alone in bed. The warmth of the two bakers gone. You look around for any sign of them until your eyes stumble across a note on the nightstand:

We left for the bakery, you may help yourself to anything in our home. Stop by around closing to try our new poundcake recipe.

Nanami: xxx-xxx-xxxx 

Higuruma: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Text or call us if you need anything. 

You smile at the note and grab your phone to put both of their numbers in. Not wanting to go to the solitude of your apartment, you decide to lounge around the apartment for the day, preparing small meals for yourself—not really feeling like eating but have to for the sake of your health. 

Once you check the clock, you see that it is almost closing at the bakery. You don't want to show up wearing pajamas so you call for a ride to your house to freshen up. Once you've changed you make your way to the bakery. Walking through the door, you don't see anyone around so you call out to them. There was no answer but you hear the clash of some type of pot or pan and you immediately head towards the back area. 

As you get closer to the kitchen, you hear groans along with small smacking noises. When you finally reach the noise, what you see makes your jaw drop for the second time in 24 hours. There in the kitchen is Nanami and Higuruma deeply making out with one another. Higuruma leaning against a metal table in the center of the kitchen while Nanami is roughly gripping his hips. 

You're standing there for a good two minutes watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats before Higuruma notices your presence. He pulls away from Nanami and that makes him turn to you as well. 

"Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying the show?" Higuruma chuckles.

"I-I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a loud bang and-" 

"It's alright darling," Nanami interrupts, "You can join if you'd like."

"But you told me to come over to try a new poundcake reci-" You cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.

"Ah~ you finally understood the message," Higuruma says while slowly walking up to you, circling you like a shark—Nanami doing the same. 

On any other day, a situation like this would make you feel scared and disgusted, but right now, you just feel a heat pooling down in your core. A heat that only they could fix. 

"Tell us you don't want this sweetheart, and we'll stop." Nanami whispers in your ear. 

Your face feels like it's on fire from their intense stares. Both of them come closer to you, invading your space and filling your senses with their scent. Higuruma plants a soft kiss on your neck which makes you moan softly. Nanami follows suit with a sweet kiss on the other side of your neck. "Please, don't stop." 

You are then grabbed by the waist and pulled against Higuruma's chest, his hands roaming your plump body. Namami's hands find purchase on your chest, lightly squeezing and grazing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Higuruma's hands slide down to your soft hips and he rubs small circles in an almost comforting gesture. 

"May I take this off?" Nanami tugs at the hem of your top. You nod, but that's not enough for him, "Use your words darling." He watches your eyes intensely as you open your mouth to speak, "Yes, please." He smiles and slowly lifts the garment over your head, exposing your torso to the slight chill in the air. He moves a hand to the back of your bra, unclipping it slowly to give you time if you want to back out. Once he removes it, he lightly grazes your pebbling nipples with the pads of his thumbs. 

"Gorgeous," He murmurs seemingly to himself, "So perfect."

He leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts while Higuruma watches. You move your hand to the nape of his neck, breathing heavy at the softness of his lips touching your skin. Higuruma's hands drift lower to take off your skirt and graze his fingertips over your cute panties. 

Your breath hitches when he pulls them to the side and pulls apart your drenched folds with his index and middle finger, exposing your cunt to the air. "Your drenched baby—did watching us make out turn you on that much?" He chuckles in your ear, the rumbling from his chest making your body burn with need. 

He takes his fingers and starts to slowly rub small circles on your clit, drawing soft moans from your throat. Nanami catches your moans in a long kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip to grant him access and you open your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss is sloppy, wet, still trying to catch up with his rhythm. You moans grow louder as Higuruma sticks a finger inside your warm hole, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight. He whispers in your ear, "Relax sweetheart, let us take care of you." 

Nanami releases your lips from that bruising kiss, leaving you in a daze. He holds your face in his large hands, thumbs slightly brushing your cheeks, "What would you like us to do sweet girl? This is for you." You look into his eyes that are boring into yours and you whisper, "I need your mouth, here." You gesture towards your pussy that is currently being filled by Higuruma's fingers. 

Letting go of your face, Nanami slowly goes down on his knees, breathing over your spread lips before licking a long stripe up from Higuruma's fingers to your clit. You let out a loud moan that is cut off by Higuruma turning your head to capture your lips in another searing kiss. 

The only noises in the kitchen are the squelching wetness of Nanami's tongue and Higuruma's fingers going in and out of your pussy—both of them going faster once your moans become louder and you start to clench around them. It all reaches a peak once he presses against that soft spot inside of you, making you see stars, "ohmygod—fuuuck" you moan as you release all over his fingers and Nanami's face. 

They let you take a breath by placing you on top of the counter in the center of the room. You watch them get undressed completely, removing their chef jackets, aprons, and trousers until they are in nothing but their shoes. 

"Are you okay sweet girl? Do you think you can handle both of us?" Nanami smirks at your shocked expression, but you get off the table to stand in front of him. You start wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against Nanami's cock but he stops you. You're confused until you look up and see Higuruma standing in front of you holding a container of what appears to be buttercream and a spatula. 

He opens the container, sticks a finger inside and scoops a little bit of the cream, and smears it on your lips. You stick out your tongue and you pause. It tasted amazing—it wasn't too sweet or dense, the perfect balance of light and fluffy. Nanami turns your head towards him to lick the remaining cream off, moaning into your mouth. 

"Delicious," Nanami moans into your mouth, "I could get used to this."

You giggle as you lean down to plant a feather light kiss to the tip of Higuruma's cock. His breath hitches as you go from a kiss to kitten licks. While you are doing this, he takes the spatula, picking up some cream and smearing a dollop on your back. He places the container and spatula down on the table and grabs some of your hair to move you on his cock. While this is happening, Nanami grabs your ass, drags his cock over your slick and moves it inside your swollen pussy in one push. 

You moan around Higuruma's cock—the vibrations causing him to moan out into the air. With both of them filling you on both ends, they start to move—Higuruma moving forward, pushing you into Nanami, and Namani pushing you back into Higuruma. The feeling is overwhelming but feels amazing. You feel them getting closer together then hear the smacking noises that you heard earlier happening above you. You take your mouth off of Higuruma's cock and turn your head to look up and see both of them making out right over your back.

Higuruma breaks apart from Nanami to look down at you, "Did I say you could stop?" He growls as he grabs your hair and moves you back to his cock. Both men bend down to lick at the cream on your back —tongues lapping up the sticky substance before going back to roughly kissing each other. 

It is a mess of skin slapping together and moans coming from all around. You all find a comfortable rhythm. Their hands explore your whole body—groping your plump breasts, squeezing your hips, and Nanami's hand travels down to your clit. He rubs languid circles while fucking into you, pushing Higuruma's cock deeper into your mouth. 

"I bet your boyfriend couldn't ever fuck you like this. He couldn't make a gorgeous woman like yourself feel this good." Nanami's voice rumbles behind you. 

"mhmmm~" You moan around Higuruma's cock, trying to respond. 

"I think her mouth is full Kento." Higuruma laughs, pushing the rest of his cock into your warm mouth. Tears are welling up in your eyes as his happy trail tickles your nose. Your starting to feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach as you near your second orgasm of the night. You notice they are close too because of the quickening pace of their cocks. 

"Where do you want our cum baby?" One of them say but you are so fucked out you can't make out who.

You pull off Higuruma's cock to respond, "I-I want it inside-haah-please I need it." 

He grabs your face and caresses your jaw before using his other hand to grab a handful of your hair and shove your mouth back on him. You feel Nanami's hips stutter before he stills and fills up your pussy with continuous ropes of cum. 

Higuruma's iron grip in your hair tightens as he fills your throat with his cum, making you swallow every drop. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spill all over Nanami's cock. Your legs shake almost collapsing before Nanami wraps his arms around you to hold you up. 

He carries you to sit on the table, the cold metal a distinct contrast on your warm and swollen ass from the intensity of Nanami's pelvis smacking against you. Higuruma comes to give you a glass of water and you nod your head thankful. 

"Drink up pretty, because we aren't done with you yet." Your eyes refocus on Higuruma's hungry gaze, "You still haven't come on my cock."

After tonight, your life was changed, forever.

a/n: Here it is guysss, I really hope you enjoyed reading it! This is from a poll that I posted a while back so I tagged everyone who commented under that post and the teaser I posted. So, if you wanna be tagged in any future works, let me know! Plz remember to take care of yourselves however that may look like, take breaks when you need to, and remember that i'm rooting for you regardless of your situation. Love you all so much <3

~ likes, reblog, and comments are greatly appreciated <3

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lord knows that i love seraph xavier.. ugh i love drawing him i want to draw him more... more angel xavier.. more..

PAIRING: Yandere!Caleb x Blind!Reader TAGS: Disability and blindness, possessive Caleb, yandere tendencies, violence and blood, overprotective Caleb, taking advantage of a disability, SFW but contains mature themes, use of the nickname 'pip-squeak'. SUMMARY: You wore a pair of gorgeous eyes that could not aid you throughout your life. Luckily for you, your childhood companion would be the vessel of sight you always needed. And at the end of it all, you would have his warm embrace to return to. WORD COUNT: 2,775 words.

before you met him, you'd been betrayed one too many times by some greedy network axing your beloved series one season in. so when you finally gain the resources to fight back, you vow to never be left on an unanswered cliffhanger ever again.

as the current season of your most-watched show comes to an end, you scour the news for a renewal announcement that never comes. when the inevitable “unfortunately, this series will not return for another season,” article drops, there’s no time for mourning—only action. you stay up all night running numbers you shouldn’t even know, wondering just how many zeros it’ll take for the studio to change their minds. (and they will change their minds. like, the main characters haven’t even kissed yet! there’s potential here, people!)

within the next week, the retraction statement floods the media:

“to our amazing community: an anonymous benefactor has made a multimillion-dollar donation to the production team behind your favorite show! their generosity will secure at least five more seasons for this brilliant team of creatives. thank you for making your voices heard!” 

hmmph, you think when you finish reading. and don’t let it happen again!

other fans around the world rejoice at the network's change of heart, though they’ll never know the “benefactor” who made it happen was one of their very own.

note: hello! bit of an LI change today. my brain was cooking up and daydreaming abt pouty bf sylus bc u wouldnt spend his money so this is the result of that.

tags: fluff! pouty sylus

characters: sylus x fem!reader

desc: texts between an onychinus leader and his persistently independent girlfriend

tags: sylus x reader, suggestive, no proofread

It was the usual, calm evening, with you sitting beside Sylus on the sofa, softly tracing your fingers along his arm. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was busy tapping on his tablet, seemingly paying no mind to you. 

So, being the kitten that you are, decided to play a little mischievously. 

Your fingers slowly wandered down his arm before your nails dragged a little deeper across his skin.

Sylus paused, glancing at you with one brow lifted. “Careful with your claws, kitten.”

You only smiled, completely unbothered. “Why? You said I'm your kitten. I like scratching you.” 

Slowly, your eyes looked upwards to meet his crimson gaze. Your eyes locked with his for a few seconds before you lowered them to his lips. 

“... Especially on your back.”

There was a brief silence between the two of you. Then, a small, amused smile formed across Sylus’ lips. 

Uh oh. 

You woke up the next morning, feeling like you had been crushed under the weight of an entire building. 

Your eyes opened half-lidded, and you slowly sat up, feeling the faint ache scattered across your body. You gently pulled away the covers to peek at your body.

“Oh god.”

Your body was covered in kisses and bite marks everywhere, even in your thighs. 

Eventually, after finding enough energy and dignity to get dressed, you pulled on one of Sylus’ oversized sweaters and shuffled out of the bedroom.

Only then did you limp your way towards the kitchen, seeing Sylus standing at the kitchen counter, seemingly preparing something. 

As your eyes found their way to his back, you briefly stopped on your tracks. 

There were faint, thin marks that stood out in his skin, and some were deeper, redder marks that stretched from his shoulders to his back. A few of them overlapped. Your nails must have kept digging across them more than once. 

“Enjoying the view, kitten?” Sylus teased, glancing over his shoulder. 

You immediately looked away. “You're insufferable.” 

“Funny. You didn't seem to think so last night.” He turned around and walked towards you. “If I remember correctly, you were quite fond of my back.”

Your face burned, and you wanted to punch him in the face. 

Sylus' gaze lowered to your oversized sweater, then to your legs. 

“Having trouble walking, kitten?” 

Before you could respond, his arm slipped around your waist, lifting you off the ground with ease. 

“And whose fault is that?” You huffed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he padded towards the kitchen countertop. 

“Hm? Where did my kitten’s confidence go?” He gently sat you on the counter stool and pulled the salad plate towards you. 

“I—” You hissed at him. “Is it my fault that you have monstrous stamina?!” 

He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek. “But you dug those claws into my back quite deeply, kitten,” he paused. “Were you not holding onto me, begging me not to stop? I could hardly deny when you were asking so sweetly.” 

You slapped his arm, feeling embarrassed. “Don't remind me.”

Sylus only laughed, his eyes lingering on your flushed face. 

“I rather like the little artwork you left on my back, kitten.” He pressed a soft kiss on your temple as you chewed on the egg salad. 

Perhaps you will get longer nail extensions next time.

random texts with husband! nanami kento

cw: established relationship, lowercase intended and spelling errors may occur

notes hi my beautiful mootie this is like 8 month's late but I DID IT!! this is kinda sucky but i had ideas and i needed to use theses ss cus im changing phones tonight maybe ill come buck and redo it

next post will be self indulgent to minecraft yet again because its all ive been doing BTW requests will be answered by next week!!!

NSFW 18+

Warlord Sylus knows you're out there somewhere... and he's done waiting for you.

CW: brief battle, manhandling, kissing, biting, nipple/breast play, oral (fem receiving), missionary, virginity loss

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There were no screams, no smoke—not yet. If anything, the day was perfect, with the midday sunshine draping over your shoulders like a shawl. The breeze carried that sweet scent of wildflowers from the fields beyond your small town, warm and pleasant. 

But you could feel it... Dread, heavy and oily in your gut. 

Something was coming.

Someone. 

It was inevitable, really. All of the villages to the south had been pillaged months ago by the clashing Warlords, and the straggling survivors now crawled about your streets for refuge. You prayed it might be the terror from the South, or even that brute from the West… anyone but the Dragon. 

They said that he’d been born in the depths of a volcano, cracked from an egg that fell from the heavens, his godly appetite ill-suited for this earthly realm. You shuddered to even think what he might look like. No doubt he was a dark and endless form, with scales of steel, blades for teeth, and eyes that burned like coals. 

Today was stunning, and still, you knew. You knew. 

It felt almost juvenile to be upset. Why must a calamity happen today, of all days? This was meant to be your moment. For months, you’d waited patiently, worked persistently, and there upon your hip was your completed marital pouch. You chose to finalise the embroidery with golden silk strands, the phoenix flaring its metallic wings… but from a distance, you supposed it looked more like a crow. 

You were going to give it to a suitor this evening, the ceremony to begin at sunset. The entire town was hustling for it, laughing and gathering supplies. How could they not feel it? Not see it? That stillness that pierced the air, how the shadows were darker… deeper… like you might fall in…

You tried to swallow away the dryness that stuck in your throat. You had to flee, and yet your feet remained rooted in the earth. Even if you sounded an alarm, who would believe you? Now clutching your pouch to your chest, you let out a deep sigh. 

And you ran. 

Not to escape, but for help. The merchant city wasn’t far, half a day’s journey if you didn’t stop. Perhaps you’d manage to convince some soldiers to come. If you were wrong, well, it was best to be precautious. 

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You’d barely run for ten minutes before you felt it.

Something was watching. Following.

Waiting.

Like the calm before the storm, something crackled through the grassland, vivid and alive. With a shiver, you slowed your pace, whipping your head over your shoulder to catch the culprit.

Nothing, only swaying green and the blurring of pretty blooms.

With a relieved sigh, you pressed on.

Only to be met with the looming presence of him.

There he stood, a statue carved from marble. Carved from death. By the gods, he was tall. Thighs like trunks, torso rippling with muscle, arms folded across the expansive plane of his chest. Then you met his gaze, and the breath was stolen right out of your lungs.

Like gemstones, those ruby eyes gleamed, burning bright and framed by sharp features, and ashen hair that fell down his form like a waterfall. Obsidian horns towered from his head, gleaming, almost wet. Thin chains of gold wrapped about his bare chest, as well as decorative paint.

And then he took a step toward you. Then another. You’d been running before, but now?

You bolted, heart hammering like a drum—a war drum.

You barely made it ten strides before you were ensnared by two enormous arms.

With a shriek, you thrashed and fought, but it was no use. The tower of a Warlord hoisted you over his shoulder, a darkly delighted chuckle rumbling from his throat. You smacked your fists against his pale, painted back, the swirls of paint smearing from your blows.

“Let go of me!”

The Dragon chuckled again.

“Let me go! Let me GO!”

“Or what?” He finally spoke, voice smooth and rich, his taunt coiling about your neck like a noose.

You kept fighting, scratching hard against his back, slicing his skin, but he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. With all your strength, you managed to hoist yourself up just enough to sink your teeth into the back of his neck. You dug deep until the taste of copper dribbled down your throat.

The Warlord erupted into laughter. Even as the crimson dripped down his back, like streaks of new paint, he merely shook you about, and you slung back down. Tears welled at the corners of your eyes, your panic now ripening into full-blown fear.

What was he going to do to you?

“Please,” you whispered this time, brimmed with terror. “Please, please don’t hurt me.”

Your frightened plea had the Warlord halt, and he placed you down into the grass. Your lower lip trembled as you stared at him, a hot pain blooming behind your eyes, and you held back the tears. And then, your heart sank into your knees, as he produced your pouch.

Dangling from two fingers, he held the pouch out to taunt you. “Your elders spoke of this. A girl gives it as a present to her beloved. Isn’t that right?”

Petrified, you barely managed to nod.

The Warlord—the Dragon—leaned forward, until he was so close his nose was a breath from yours. “Do you have a lover?”

Again, terror clawed at you, and you shook your head.

He gripped your chin, not enough to hurt, but just enough to convey that he could.

“Tsk.” With his other hand, he still dangled the pouch, and you couldn’t help but side-eye it. “I said, 'Do you have a lover?”

Oh.

Dragging back to meet his stare, you swallowed thickly, as if it might aid your heart back into place. “If I did, then he wouldn’t hurt my people?” You’d intended to sound strong, but your voice was pitched and breathless.

The Dragon smirked, lifting his chin with satisfaction, and purred, “he wouldn’t.”

“Then yes,” you agreed softly. “I do have a lover.”

He curled the pouch into his fist, and with one last moment to stare into you, the Warlord released you. Skin prickled and hot from his touch, you rubbed at it. 

“Come along, then,” he ordered, something dark simmering beneath that blood-red gaze. “Let us be wed, then.”

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The wedding was awful.

Cold, silent, and thrumming with fear.

Sylus, however, was anything but. Unable to leave his side, the warmth of his body seeped into you. After the vows, he had insisted on a bonfire, to which he drank and sang, all in your honour. Witnessing the Dragon drunk might have been amusing if he weren’t so terrifying.

Your entire town watched you quiver before the white-haired man, heads hung, and gazes averted. Not even your parents came to your defence. What was worse than the wedding was knowing it would eventually come to an end.

And you would be his.

You knew it was a fool’s dream to believe your first time would be in love. That it would be kind and gentle. At least you’d been able to choose your husband, though. You had one or two in mind, having grown up with some of the men.

Seated at a grand table, food being brought to you in waves, you tried to smile. Really, you did. You didn’t want Sylus thinking you were ungrateful, after all. He was going to spare your village, all for something as simple as you?

You could be miserable all you wanted, but at least your people would live.

And yet, he noticed your stiffness. How your shoulders tensed, and your fingers trembled, even as you clenched them in your lap. With one large hand, he settled it around the base of your neck, and you couldn’t help but flinch.

“Are you cold?” He drawled, knowing very well you weren’t, and with gentle pressure, began to massage you.

With a deep breath, you steadied your smile and blinked up at him. “A little.”

“Come closer, then.”

Grabbing the edge of your chair, he dragged you over. Your short breaths drew to a complete stop as your arm brushed against his.

“Thank you,” you managed to murmur.

With a slow smile, he leaned down and inhaled, letting your scent fill his lungs. “You’re welcome… wife.”

A shiver ripped up your spine, right into Sylus’ grip as he continued to work your muscles carefully. “Surely you’re still not cold?”

“I don’t know,” you breathed.

“My lap is available.”

You looked at him then—really looked at him, with his smooth skin, firm jaw, and prominent nose. You noticed how in the firelight, he seemed softer, more human, horns almost invisible against the night that lurked behind him. If you had enough to drink, you might even forget he was a Warlord.

 “Um,” you chewed your lip, not sure how to reject him—if you could.

His rumbling chuckle reverberated between you. “Why do you look so startled? I’m not going to bite, unlike you,” he purred the word.

Your eyes flickered to where you’d sunk your teeth, the mark covered with a healing balm, but even through the waxen appearance, you could see the red marks.

“I’m sorry for that.”

“I’ve faced far more vicious foes than you,” he said with jest, and yet you knew it was true. Then, he patted the top of his thighs, motioning with his brows to obey. With a silent whimper, you crawled from your seat, sitting tentatively on him. He tugged at your hips, planting you more firmly, one hand coming to rest on your knee.

“Lean back,” his command was soft, but a command it was.

You did, heartbeat stuck in your throat. By the gods, he was warm, even shirtless; the heat from him engulfed you, threatening to burn you alive.

“Comfortable?” he asked into the shell of your ear.

You were distinctly aware of how your rear was pressed against him, how the plush of your thighs fit against his. You bit down on your tongue to withhold a yelp as you felt his mouth brush the nape of your neck.

“I have half a mind to return the favour,” and as promised, his teeth scraped ever so gently along your skin. With a violent shudder, you clenched everywhere, bracing for pain. “Where I am from, leaving marks is a great romantic gesture.”

Of course it was.

“Oh,” you uttered weakly. “I didn’t know that.”

“Do you accept?” He purred, the force of it thundering through you.

What was the alternative? Scanning the crowd, seeing all those you ever loved, you took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

He chuckled darkly, his hands coming to settle on your hips. “That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic.”

You let your head loll onto his shoulder, hoping that your closed eyes conveyed a dreamy look. “Please.”

You couldn’t help but scrunch, anticipating the pain… only it never came. Sylus planted a tender kiss upon your pulse point, breathing in deep once more, as if trying to drown in you.

“It doesn’t count if you don’t mean it,” he whispered into your skin.

You sucked in your bottom lip, afraid he’d punish you for it, but he merely guided you off his lap, letting you slip back onto your own seat. Blinking up at him with startled confusion, he smiled, but you noticed the sliver of sorrow swimming within them.

You went to lie, to convince him that you’d do anything he asked… but the words didn’t come.

The night moved quickly, your people coming to loosen up as the pleasant flow of alcohol washed away the nerves. Sylus wouldn’t hurt anyone, not as long as you remained by his side. Still, the only thing holding him back was his word, and all heard tales of the Dragon’s temper. None dared do anything but drink and smile.

With much dread, it came time to retire.  The rest of Sylus’ camp had arrived, participating in the late events, their tents littering the open space beyond the walls of your town. And so, with your hand interlaced in his, you were led away.

++++

You sat on the edge of the bed, blood ice cold. Sylus had his back to you as he removed his jewellery. You stared holes through him, watching the massive expanse of him subtly flex with his movements. Every aspect of him was enormous, and you could only quiver with fear, actively gulping.

When Sylus finally turned, he met your gaze and held it, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“Are you going to sleep in that?”

You peered down, forgetting that you were still clad in a ceremonial gown. A heat crept up your neck, a stark contrast to the chill that haunted you.

“I have nothing else.”

You anticipated a crude remark about being naked, but rather, he paced across the luxurious tent and fetched you a linen gown. “Here,” he said, passing it to you.

Clearing your throat, you rose to change, but there was nowhere to offer cover. At this point, Sylus had reclined into the bed, hands tucked behind his head in a leisurely manner, eyes never once leaving you.

He wanted to watch.

Your whole body was on fire, knees wobbling slightly as your head spun. No one had ever seen you naked before, and you couldn’t quite comprehend that a carnivorous Warlord would be the first.  

Cheeks aflame, you began slowly, half cowered from his prying gaze. The sleeves of your gown slipped down your arms, the front coming to soften about your chest. Closing your eyes to hide, you let the rest of it slip down and crumple at your feet, and with haste, slipped into the garment Sylus offered you.

Opening your eyes, you dared a peek at the giant man, only to find he had his head tilted right back, eyes closed. A soft snore slipped from him, and like a bucket of water, relief washed over you.

He hadn’t seen.

Crawling in beside him, he was still atop some of the blankets. You held your breath as you poked his bicep. Like a crocodile, one blazing red eye cracked open, slitted pupil focusing into a round one as it registered you.

“You’re… you’re on the blanket,” your hushed tone barely left your lips.

With a lazy smirk, he adjusted, and you were both beneath the spread. Lying flat on your back, you stared at the roof, wondering if waking him had been a mistake. You could have simply slept on the floor, shivering cold, but unclaimed.

Still your own.

Sylus rolled onto his side to face you, fingertips ghosting along your temple, coming to trace the curve of your ear.

“Is this ok?” He murmured.

Your vision flickered onto him, and his gaze drooped down to notice your quivering bottom lip. He removed his touch.

“I won’t touch you,” he whispered, a strange pain twisting across his face. “Not unless you want me to.”

This was the Dragon? The man who burned houses and slaughtered the innocent? You didn’t believe it. This was a trick, some ploy to have you lower your guard. You knew the second you fell asleep, he’d pounce.

With a sudden possession of courage, glancing back to the ceiling, you rasped, “What if I don’t want you to ever touch me?”

A barely audible gasp escaped his lips—yet you still heard it. He huffed, averting his gaze, then settled onto his back, the same as you. “Then I will never touch you.”

You weren’t sure why, but tears welled at the corners of your eyes.

“That’s it?”

He scoffed. “You almost sound disappointed.”

“I…” You trailed off, needing to gather your jumbled thoughts. “You have a reputation… Sylus.” You whispered his name, the taste of it on your tongue nowhere near as repulsive as you’d thought.

“How many women have I wed?”

You paused, unsure.

He shifted, facing you once again, as if needing your gaze. “You are the first… the only.”

You felt your face go pink. “Oh.”

He held up his palm, and he let it hover in the space between you. Accepting the gentle invitation, you pressed your own against his. He was so warm, so real, his touch creating a tangle of emotion in your stomach.

+++

You awoke with Sylus’ large hand splayed across your ribcage, the warm expanse of his chest pressed against your back. One of your feet was tangled between his legs, and as the grogginess of slumber wore off, you could feel the gentle puff of his breath stir at the back of your head.

You didn’t bolt. Didn’t even move, actually.

Although there was still that lingering thump of fear within your chest, there was something else.

Sylus woke and immediately withdrew himself. The sudden coldness hit you like a slap. Rolling over, you felt confused at the disappointment settling in your chest. You trailed after him as he rose. 

“My camp will stay here until you are ready to leave,” he stated, already half-dressed, clipping his chains back on.

Your heart stopped.

Leave?

Of course you’d be leaving. He was a Warlord, a conqueror. His apparent wealth didn’t sprout from the dirt.

You felt unworthy to ask him for another hour, let alone a day. But you longed to say goodbye, to convince your family you’d be alright. That you… might even be happy. Eventually. Maybe.

“Sylus,” you mumbled, his name still so foreign. “Could I please have one more day?”

He turned to face you, fully decorated. Standing there, you couldn’t help but gawk. “A day? You don’t wish for longer? I was prepared to remain here for a month, perhaps even two.”

Your jaw dropped.

His features softened. “I only conquer those who oppose me. Your home has been nothing but welcoming… even if it came from fear. But they are kind. They didn’t need to be kind. I will not rip you from your home.”

His words held edge, an ancient pain laced through his tone… as if he spoke from experience.

“Thank you,” you breathed, unsure of what else to say.

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A month had passed since your wedding, and as promised, Sylus never touched you. He barely even looked at you, not unless you looked first. Spoke to him first. 

He had fortified your village’s defences, taught your people the art of the bow and sword, and even gifted the elders some of his wealth, so they might strengthen their trades. 

At night, he would return to you, quiet and distant. You slept in the same bed, and every morning, you awoke curled right into him. At this point, it shouldn’t have made you so flustered, to make you so quick to retreat. 

Whenever your gazes met, you felt your heart spike. As the early days spanned into weeks, you found it to be less out of apprehension and more with curiosity. 

Conversations with Sylus grew more meaningful. When you were bolder, you’d ask about the word and its people. He was always honest. He told you of the southern seas and their secret city, for the people wept pearls. He told you how the people to the west would glow at night, as did their flowers. 

You were shy to ask questions, but alas, you did. “Would you ever take me to see these places?” 

His grin filled you with a surprising warmth. “There is nothing I would ever deny you.”

It made you stay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling. Had the world been wrong about the Dragon?

No, they hadn’t.

The warhorses came at dawn.

At first, you thought it was a storm rolling across the far horizon, but Sylus knew. He jolted from the bed, sword in hand, his men shouting.

It was the Terror, the one from the distant sea. His flaming conquest left no survivors. He had heard of the new bride and wanted her for himself.

You stood on a hill, as did your people, as you all watched in helpless horror. The ebb and flow of blood and steel, how it screamed and sang. In the end, the Terror called for his retreat, and you stared out at him on his monstrous steed, the beast an impossible silver.

You narrowed your eyes in contempt, willing daggers to impale the back of his head. 

Sylus returned to you, dripping in gore. You said nothing, only held out your arm for him to take it.

He did.

You guided him not to your shared tent, but to the bathhouse. Entering the steamy hut, you ushered him to sit in the hot spring, all without a word. Sylus obeyed you, occasionally glancing up with a curious gleam.

Sitting by the edge, the hot water lapped at your shins, your bloodied husband nestled between them. You grabbed a cloth, and you began to wash him.

You finally broke the silence. “You saved us all.”

“I promised you my protection.”

“No,” you said, leaning in, arms wrapping around him so you could scrub his chest. “Actually, you didn’t.”

“Oh?” He huffed, but you could hear his smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his ear, your stomach twisting as you felt him shiver.

Silence filled the bathhouse once more as you continued your mission. You washed his hair next, fingertips scraping at his scalp, unable to resist a smile as you felt him purr.

“Dragon? More like a cat,” You teased him, your thumbs stroking at his temples.

Sylus’ eyes had been closed, enjoying your care as you dipped his head into the water, rinsing the soap out. Peering up at you, he arched a playful brow. “Is that so?”

You broke into a chuckle, biting your lip in an effort to stop. “Maybe.”

He sat upright, turning to fully face you, that gentle smile he only gave to you gracing his face. You blinked at him once. Twice. You reached in, cradling his face in your palms, gazing deep into those ruby voids.

“I’ve decided,” you announced, stomach flipping at the admission.

He arched a pale brow. “On what?”

You lowered your voice, leaning in slightly, so the breath of your words could caress his mouth. “I want you to touch me.”

You held his stare, heart fluttering as you noticed his right eye sharpening, its red hue glowing. Emboldened, you shifted closer until your noses aligned, lips brushing against his.

“I want you to make me yours.” And to fulfill your request, you pressed your lips to his, a promise.

… Only for him to pull back, his gasp sharp. “Are—are you sure?”

“Please,” you almost whined it, needing him to kiss you, devour you, make you scream.

His pupils flared, his astonishment fading and replaced by something darker, as if he’d heard your wicked little thoughts.

His hands seized your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the spring. You arched in, pressing your body into Sylus as his mouth captured yours. It started soft and teasing, but after several hammering heartbeats, he deepened the claim until it was pure and unrelenting.

You moaned against him, the sensation of it all like molten gold. Your hands found his shoulders, nails digging in as his tongue glided against yours, coaxing for more. He swallowed your breathless pants, your overwhelmed whimpers, all while his burning palms roamed.

Sylus pulled back, breathing ragged. “I have waited… so long for you.”

Something told you he meant more than the past few weeks.

“And now, finally, you’re mine.” His hands tightened on your hips, tugging you closer, like you might dare try to escape.

A startled whine slipped from you as he dipped down, licking the column of your neck. With a slow, deep inhale, a low rumble caught in his throat. “Mine.”

He bit you. Hard. And by the gods, was it glorious. Licking the sensitive mark, his hands glided up, up, up, fingertips grazing your nipples through your dress. You let out an indignant moan. He chuckled, pinching them.

“Ah!”

You were at his mercy now, arching deeper, needing to be closer.

“More,” you gasped. “Please, please, please.”

“Begging already?” He taunted, denying you.

You didn’t have the strength to be cheeky. “Whatever you want,” you sighed, fingers coming to curl at the nape of his neck. “Show me how it feels to be yours.”

Sylus let out a low groan at your words, teeth tugging at your earlobe. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean them, sweetie.” His tone held warning. He was barely restraining himself.

You threaded your fingers deeper into his ashen locks. “Sylus, I need you. Right now.”

His control snapped. Fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, he had you wrap your legs about his waist, and once you were secure, lifted you from the water’s edge. He strode out of the bathhouse, right across the campsite—you didn’t care. Sylus didn’t stop until you were sprawled across your bed, panting with need.

“Your first time should be somewhere you feel warm,” he explained, caging himself over you. “Somewhere comfortable and safe.”

“I feel those things when I’m with you,” you murmured, caressing his cheek. 

He kissed you, sensual and slow, and seemed content to keep it that way. You, however, were impatient, a burning, aching need coiling low in your core. 

“Sylus,” you sighed into his mouth, nails raking down the back of his neck, digging into his shoulders. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Nipping at your bottom lip, he let out a dark chuckle. Sylus trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, gliding down the column of your neck. Gripping the front of your dress, he tore it right off, mindful not to hurt you in the process. Breasts bared for him, his grin was sinful, and he dipped down to suck on a nipple, squeezing the other. 

“I want to take my time with you,” he panted, switching to your other breast, licking at your sensitive bud. 

You threaded your fingers through his damp hair, squirming as he palmed and suckled, swirling his tongue with delicious pressure. You couldn’t help but whimper, try to clamp your legs shut as he descended lower, licking at your skin. His teeth grazed your hip bone, a teasing promise of what was to come.

“I want to savour your taste,” he murmured, voice thick. His words hung over you, already overwhelmed by the heat Sylus was stirring from you. It was only when his hands–those ridiculous, strong hands–gripped your thighs, ensuring that they remained completely open for him, did it register. 

You sucked down your yelp as his tongue flicked out, only a simple tease, but to you, it was maddening. Sylus began gently, although you could feel his thrumming restraint. It was almost testing, the way he licked, until finally, when you began to let yourself fall away into euphoria, he gave you everything. 

His grip on you tightened as he worked you, unrelenting until your cheeks were wet from pleasured tears. You tugged at his horns, squirmed to escape, the sensation impossible, pure, electric. You wouldn’t survive it. 

“It’s alright,” he rasped with reassurance, “you can come for me.”

You were no stranger to masturbation. Had given yourself countless orgasms, but nothing ever came close to what Sylus was doing to you. It was as if your soul was about to soar out of your body, your release threatening to plunge you into an abyss. 

The heat of him was going to shatter you entirely. 

You outright screamed when he deepened his claim, slipping two devastating fingers into your soaked core. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. 

The tension finally snapped, and you came, the surge of it like a thundering wave. It flowed right into your fingertips, escaping your lips as a strangled whine, back arching off the bed. 

After your much-needed deep breaths, Sylus pressed a tender kiss to your inner thigh. “Good girl,” you felt him grin against your skin as he began his ascent. 

“I can’t breathe,” you mumbled pathetically, the afterwaves of your release still clinging. 

With a husky chuckle, Sylus came back to hover over you, peering down at you with those beautiful crimson eyes. The right was glowing, almost pulsating, as he seemed to roam over your face, an unreadable expression upon it. 

“You are everything,” he breathed, and before you could respond, he leaned down to kiss you. One hand skimmed down your side, grasping your hip, caressing your thigh. His touch was pure fire, delicious in its intensity. You slung a leg about his waist, and with your pitiful strength (at least in comparison to him), pulled him flush against you. 

Wrapped within his heat, Sylus positioned himself at your core, and all of that burning need had you tremble. 

“Please,” you murmured into his mouth. 

“Hold onto me,” he whispered, voice like velvet. “Look at me.”

Meeting his gaze, your lips parted into a silent gasp as he, with devastating slowness, sank into you, engulfing you in an inferno of desire. Sylus groaned low in his throat as you took all of him, for even as your breath hitched and tears clung to the corners of your eyes, you didn’t once falter. 

Your nails came to dig into his shoulders as he stilled, giving you time to adjust to such fullness. You craned forward to kiss him, needing something—anything—to ground you. 

“You’re perfect,” he rasped into your mouth, “you take me so well.” His voice was rough, brimming with restraint, which came to pool low in your stomach. 

“More,” you moaned softly, rolling your hips.  

The first thrust was so careful, so agonisingly slow, you thought you might explode, until white-hot stars burst behind your eyelids as he pressed deeper. 

“I won’t break,” you begged, raking at his back, desperate for more. 

His chuckle seemed pained as he buried into your neck, teeth grazing. “You just might, with the things I want to do to you.”

“You promise?” You groaned, arching up into him, your body hungry for more heat, more of him. 

Sylus pulled back, that crimson eye fully ablaze from your words. Cupping his cheek, you gave him a weak smile, the pent-up need that burned within you teetering into downright painful. 

“I’m not afraid. Please, Sylus. I’m yours… I’m all yours…”

A bright, almost feral shift took hold within him then. With a searing kiss, his pace grew bolder, deeper, and you clung to him fiercely, needing to be anchored as your pleasure grew. 

Sylus didn’t lose his control, which you were equally disappointed and grateful for. There was no chance you’d have survived, and yet, you yearned to be shattered by him. Yet, your release was close enough. Like glass, you splintered apart beneath him, everything explosive and burning.

Sylus’ rhythm faltered, the feel of your high too intoxicating. You felt him go to retreat from you, but with spent breath, you whimpered your permission, “Inside.”

With heavy, uneven breaths, he spilled inside of you with a rumbling groan, the weight of it oddly emotional. With a lingering kiss, Sylus pulled from you, then came to prop himself up at your side with an elbow. With gentle fingers, he traced patterns over your skin, an invisible lace. His ruby gaze was still glowing faintly. 

“Are you alright?”

Your laugh was completely spent, but full of satisfaction. “I’ve never been better,” you said, genuine. 

“What are you thinking right now?”

“How glad I am that you found me in that field.”

Sylus’ smile filled you with a different kind of warmth, something that stirred within the heart. “I would stop at nothing to find you. Now, and always.” 

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This is my first fanfic, and it came to me in a vision.

your boyfriend has spent weeks trying to convince you to be rough with him. as a birthday gift, you finally slap him ♡

cr: @/rxdchill on X

CW: NSFW. Face slapping, shy reader, switch Caleb, birthday sex, rough sex?

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Caleb had been begging you for weeks to be rough with him. He was practically pleading you to be mean to him, something you had been too shy to do. But his birthday was only minutes away, and tonight you had decided to be brave. You were going to gift him exactly what he had been asking for so fervently.

You were riding him slowly at first, savoring the stretch of his cock deep inside you, already teetering on the edge of your own orgasm. Caleb’s hands gripped your hips, his breath ragged as he looked up at you with dark, needy eyes. 

You leaned down and kissed him fiercely, biting his lower lip until he hissed. Then you sat back up, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you began to ride him faster. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, accompanied by his moans. His eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks flushed, and his usual charming smile had been replaced by raw desperation. “Fuck yes, just like—”

You glanced at the clock: 00:00. Your hand moved before you could second-guess yourself. The slap cracked across his face, sharp and stinging, snapping his head to the side. A red mark bloomed on his cheek instantly.

For a heartbeat, there was silence. You panicked. “Was it too much? Caleb, I’m s—”

Then, his cock twitched violently inside you. A broken, guttural sound tore from his throat as his entire body seized. His hips jerked up as he buried himself deeper, coming hard, pulsing thick and hot deep inside you. The orgasm seemed to drag on forever; his abs clenched, his hands strained against your hips and waist, and his mouth fell open in shocked pleasure.

You watched, stunned and aroused, as he trembled through the aftershocks, his eyes glassy.

“Shit…” he finally gasped, a dazed, blissful laugh escaping him. “Did you just—?”

“Happy birthday,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with a newfound confidence. You traced the bright red mark on his cheek with your thumb, your skin still buzzing from the contact. Seeing your own handprint on his skin sent a fresh, sharp jolt of electricity straight to your core. You looked down at him, your heart hammering against your ribs, still feeling shy but emboldened by his reaction. “Did you… did you like it?” 

Caleb didn't answer immediately. Instead, his gaze darkened, shifting to a predatory intensity that made your breath catch. Before you could process the look in his eyes, he flipped you beneath him in one smooth motion and hovered over you.

He captured your lips in a bruising, possessive kiss. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was uneven.

“Like it? I’ve never come faster in my life” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your own chest. 

He didn't give you time to recover. He shifted his weight, thrusting into you with a force that made you cry out.

“Do it again,” he whispered against your lips, his voice dropping into a low, commanding growl. “Harder.”

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happy birthday caleb, I love you. I wish I could slap you ♡