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[someonestopsoren]

✧ MASSAGE ME, PLEASE! ✧

pairings: RAFAYEL QI x reader x CALEB XIA synopsis: your period is coming soon, hooray! your chest is sore and is practically begging for a massage-good thing you have two pairs of hands of perfectly capable hot guys to help you with that! cw: minors dni | comfort/fluff, explicit sexual content, raf and caleb basically just take care of you, titty sucking, shy/insecure reader, self indulgent, not proofread-i wrote this in one go (power of the horny vested in me idk) wc: 1.5k a/n: this is so self indulgent i am in so much pain, i really need these two right NEOW- and yes stalker-caleb-tumblr-fic is currently still in the oven hehe <3 I wrote this for my own comfort-I HOPE U ENJOY!!! <33

You let out a groan, shifting uncomfortably in your bed as you tried to ignore the aching in your body-especially the soreness in your chest. You knew this day was coming, a reminder on your phone chiming a couple of days ago as a warning, but nothing could prepare you from the whiplash that was from a completely normal day to one where your stomach was hurting and your body felt like it has coiled up tightly.

The scorching weather only added to how uncomfortable you felt, your covers kicked off as the fan overhead and the one next to you was on it's highest setting, the blasting wind becoming a temporary distraction to your pain. You had already wrestled your pajama pants off and was about to take your undershirt off when you heard footsteps near your door.

You peeked underneath your arm to see the bottom portion of your boyfriend, Caleb, who entered quietly under the pretense that you were sleeping. You heard the crinkle of a plastic bag and the rustle of fabric as the bed dipped down from his weight.

"Hurry up," You heard Caleb say impatiently, though his tone was quiet to not disturb you. You heard a huff of irritation as another set of feet joined Caleb's, the annoyance in his voice only directed at the brunette.

"I'm here, I'm here-could you have been any louder?" Rafayel hissed, your eyes latching onto a steaming mug of tea in his hand. The calming aroma of the tea made you shift slightly, the two men freezing at the movement.

Caleb slowly approached you, gently caressing the exposed side of your face before murmuring something to Rafayel. The purple haired man padded to your side, kneeling on the carpet as you heard him blowing your tea.

"Pips, are you awake?" Caleb whispered, delicately combing a hand through your hair. You slowly lifted up your arm, blinking away the bleariness and adjusting to the lamp's light. His face instantly broke into a smile, his eyes shining with relief and joy to see you.

Rafayel caught your attention by setting down the mug and putting his hands behind your back to readjust you into a sitting position. You yawned, patting his shoulder to acknowledge him.

"Hey guys," You said, smiling at them.

"How are you feeling, cutie?" Rafayel murmured, bringing one of your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You glanced between the two of them, an overwhelming sense of gratefulness washing over you. Your boyfriends were so attentive to your cycle-always so caring and understanding and kind-it was the kind of care that made you feel loved and appreciated.

"I'm okay, just a little sore," You confessed sheepishly, gesturing to your chest and neck. "They...uh, hurt." You looked away shyly when their gazes fell to the swell of your breasts.

They've offered to massage you before, but you were too shy-though the offer sounded heavenly right now.

"Aw, were you hurting like this since this mornin'?" Caleb questioned, his hand starting to gently massage the back of your neck. You nodded, remembering waking up and feeling like you had just ran five miles. The annoying cramping you felt in your lower abdomen was also a sign.

"Yeah," You admitted, avoiding his gaze. At your confession, Rafayel brought the cup of tea to your lips.

"Here, drink some," He cooed. You nodded, taking a sip, the warmth of the liquid feeling nice despite how sweaty you felt. Rafayel wiped the edge of your mouth with a napkin before Caleb continued to speak.

"Y'know...we want to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible...so whatever you need, tell us, okay?"

"Okay," You muttered, glancing down to your chest. A beat of silence passed before you spoke up again. "You...you guys offered to do it before-but..."

"You want us to massage you?" Rafayel suggested, tilting his head at you. You nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

"Yes please," Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I feel horrible right now."

Caleb's frown mirrored Rafayel's, the two giving each other a nod before Rafayel climbed onto the bed with you. He made you scoot forward so that you were snug in his lap, his arms wrapping around you like a warm cocoon. He pressed his hands to your exposed tummy, the fire evol-powered palms of his hands warming you up.

You sighed with relaxation, leaning against Rafayel's back as you muttered 'thank you's underneath your breath.

It didn't take long for Caleb to suggest you take off your shirt to which you complied. He pulled off your undershirt with no hassle and neatly folded it before he kneeled in front of you.

You felt a little embarrassed being on display like this, the shame obviously showing on your face with how you avoided Caleb's eyes and squirmed uncomfortably in Rafayel's embrace. The vulnerability of it made you feel exposed and soft-but Caleb was quick to remind you that this was a safe place.

"Hey, hey, it's just me and Raf...you're safe here. Gonna make you feel better, okay?" Caleb said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. You hesitated, almost looking away when Caleb smiled at you. It instantly made you feel at home-at peace-and a sliver of that embarrassment faded away.

"Is this okay?" You heard Rafayel whisper, his locks tickling your ear. You looked down to see one of his large hands cup one of your breasts, the sight making your face heat up as he began to gently massage them. You winced from the soreness, panic flickering through Caleb's eyes before you nodded.

"Yeah...that's fine. It's good." You breathed, Caleb letting out a sigh of relief alongside you.

"Mm, alright, just tell me if I'm doing it too hard, yeah?" Rafayel murmured.

"Okay," Your breath hitched when you noticed how close Caleb was now to your chest, his nose practically between them. He looked up at you with those wide, purple eyes-eyes that were asking for permission.

"Pips," He said, his breath tickling your skin. "Is it okay..?"

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head before you felt the warmth of Caleb's mouth envelope one of your nipples, the contact making your toes curl. You swore you heard Rafayel chuckle, but you were too focused on the feeling of Caleb's hot tongue swirling around your tit.

"Caleb..." You struggled not to let out a moan-and it didn't help that Rafayel was basically teasing you with the way he was kneading your other breast. Had you walked right into their trap? No matter where you looked, it was one or the other-Raf behind and Caleb in the front-not that you minded at all with how the soreness you felt earlier was completely overshadowed by the immense pleasure they made you feel. "R-Raf..."

"Hm? What was that cutie?" Rafayel purred, letting one of his fingers circle your hardened nipple eliciting a whimper from you. Your back arched at the touch making Caleb groan into you, his tongue working even faster.

"Ugh, your so unfair and evil and-" Your words were cut off when Rafayel's free hand snaked it's way to your panties, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. You gasped, back arching off Rafayel's chest as you tried to squirm away from him.

"Shhh," Rafayel whispered, a low chuckle vibrating in your ears. You moaned, unable what to do, your brain a jumbled mess.

You felt Caleb's hands hold you in place while he continued to suck your nipple, the brown haired man truly lost in his pleasure as he continued to greedily lap at you.

"F-fuck-" You whined, cut off as Rafayel caught your lips with his, his mouth moving roughly against yours as he continued to bully your clit and aching chest.

This wasn't the deal! Ugh, these two are so sneaky!

Your boyfriends continued to pleasure you until you were begging for them to stop, Caleb being the first to let your tits go with a lewd little pop! and Rafayel slowing his assault on your poor pussy before just laying you lie there on his chest, a panting, moaning little mess.

"Feel better?" Rafayel teased, pinching your cheek with his finger. You rolled your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. You were about to answer when Caleb plopped himself on your tummy, resting on you like a pillow. He wrapped his hands around your waist and anchored you to the bed, his brown strands brushing against your skin.

"Y-yeah. Thanks." You breathed, still catching your breath. Rafayel hummed with approval while Caleb sighed against you.

The three of you lay there together in a bundle of warmth, exhaustion and shared pleasure, your earlier doomed thoughts of despair and dread completely washed away with whatever these two did to you.

Seriously, did they plan this or something?

You took a deep breath, making yourself comfortable while you started to make conversation with them, considering that you didn't know what they were up to while you were curled up at home.

Eventually the conversation fizzled out to a peaceful silence, Rafayel being the first to peacefully doze off while Caleb followed, a big yawn leaving his lips before he was passed out on your tummy.

You lay there with a smile, your hand stroking Caleb's hair while your other hand was laced with Rafayel's, your heart swelling with how much you were loved and taken care of by your two favorite people in the world.

a/n: the amazing digital footprint JKJKJK man i need these two right now its not even funny anymore im gonna cry...if only men were real...ANYWAYS LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <33 And also drop your thoughts in the comments or whatever, I like interacting with yall! Ok cya!

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[healmydesires]

hii im VERY new to your blog but I wanted to say that I LOVED your sylus fanfic!

and was kinda debating and hoping if I could request you to write artist raf! x barista! reader… like the reader works hard to find jobs because she moved to an entirely new region in the world (her biggest dream) + state she hasnt been to and has only seen in videos and pictures, somewhere along the lines of that she finally lands a job where she always sees this specifically attractive guy and seems to run into him a lot…. possibly some smutty smut near the end… *gulps*

sorry first time requesting in a long time, but I LOVE AND LIVE FOR YOUR WORK BECAUSE YOU DESCRIBE AND DETAIL IT SO WELLL ❤️❤️❤️

HIIIII LOVIE! I am glad you loved the story a lot 🥲🥰🥺 means a lot to me! 🩷 welcome to my blog 🫂

I think I’m going on a small hiatus for a while considering I’ve been writing non stop for months since December/January. BUT I love love love your request and I think my bestie Leah would love your request/idea too! I am not sure when I’ll write it (or if too because I wanna take a break and might not write for a long while) just know your story is lovely! and if I feel like breaking my writing hiatus I might 🥰

once again thank you so much for your support and kind words! they mean the whole world to me 💖🩷💖

[bardichearth]

Can I pls have Carlos Oliveira x Fem reader with them doing edibles together?

I wish I could fufill your fanfic request but I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to capture like the aspects of the vibe from doing edibles, I write either from somewhat personal experience or what I know….unfortunately… 💔

I’m so sorry!!!!!

I feel so heartbroken I cant do this sorry love :c

much love to you, I am letting whoever claim this request if they’d like to write it :)

[healmydesires]

so baby come light me up

❥ pairing: firefighter!sylus qin x pastry chef!reader

❥ summary: “It started with smoke, and a voice that made the panic go quiet. A firefighter who carries her out of the flames — and goes back in for her kitten. She just wanted to rebuild. Find somewhere new. Keep her kitten and herself safe. She didn’t expect him. She didn’t expect any of this. But the best things don’t always ask for permission. And falling in love, as it turns out, is no exception.”

❥ genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

❥ word count: 100k+ (I look away 🫣 I am insane and not normal about sylus <3)

❥ status: completed

❥ warnings/tags: alternative universe, firefighter!lads au, idiots in love, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers, reader/mc experiencing a fire, smoke inhalation, mild hurt/comfort, thunderstorm, storms, slow burn, very long fic, emotional/sensitive!reader, playful banter, sylus the rage baiter. kitty and the lads shenanigans. slice of life, mutual masturbation, size difference. reader is shorter than sylus. reader is always audhd coded in my writing but anyone can read it. sylus is soft for reader, flirting/teasing, inexperienced/virgin!reader. dry humping, grinding, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom sylus, just in overall soft!sylus. sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, size kink, a bit of daddy kink oop!?, oral fixation, breeding kink, praise kink, pet names (kitten. sweetie. sweetheart etc.), pleasure dom!sylus, aftercare.

⟶ a/n: HIIIIII here I am with a new (well technically it’s not new) Sylus fic hehe. I have been writing this for months but the story is as of the day I’m writing this complete! this fic means the world to me and goddddd I’ve been working on this for some time. this is a love story about mc who’s never been in love and one day she falls in love with a sexy firefighter. side characters are also present in the story and the other boys/li too! 🥰 I mainly wrote this for myself and my bestie Leah <3 and she’s also inspired (or basically this side character but u know… fictional hehe) me to write her and include her in the story too. leah <3 you inspire me every day and you mean so much to me. I don’t think I’d ever finish this story or even continue writing if it wasn’t for you and our other shared friends. you guys truly give me strength to keep going. anyways I love you guys 🥰🫂💖🥲 I genuinely hope whoever reads this loves this just as much as I loved writing it! also the title of the fic is inspired by the song into you by ariana grande 🩷

this goes without saying, but if you don’t like it don’t read it <3

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San Francisco in the late evening had a particular kind of quiet that you’d never quite managed to find anywhere else.

Not silence — the city was never truly silent — but a settling. The way the fog rolled in from the bay and softened the edges of everything: the streetlights blurring gold, the distant clang of a cable car, the muffled laughter spilling out of a restaurant as its last table of the night lingered over wine. The hills that had punished your calves every single morning for three years now felt, somehow, gentler at this hour. Like the city was breathing out.

You loved it. You loved it in the way you loved all quiet, unhurried things — deeply and without apology.

Your feet were protesting by the time you turned onto your street, the particular ache of someone who had been standing since four in the morning settling into your shoes with cheerful vengeance. There was flour somewhere in your hair that you’d given up trying to locate around hour eleven, and your apron — abandoned on its hook at Miel — had probably taken most of the day’s evidence with it, but your forearms still wore a fine dusting of it at the creases of your elbows, and there was a smear of raspberry coulis on the inside of your wrist that you’d missed in the wash-up.

You didn’t particularly mind.

Fourteen hours. A batch of croissants that had finally, finally cooperated after two failed attempts at laminating the dough. A birthday cake for a little girl named Sophie that had taken the better part of the afternoon and that you were quietly, fiercely proud of. A broken display stand, a near-miss with a tray of financiers, and Leah — your most senior employee and your closest best friend — singing along, off-key and without shame, to whatever was playing through the bakery speaker while she restocked the cases.

A good day, in other words. Tiring in the bone-deep way that only good days could be.

You climbed the front steps of your building, dug your keys from your bag, and let yourself in.

Mrs. Beaumont’s cats found you before you’d fully cleared the door.

“Hi, babies,” you said, dropping to a crouch in the entryway with the automatic ease of someone who had done this every evening for two weeks now. Mochi wound himself around your ankles, motor already running; Biscuit regarded you from across the room with the specific aristocratic skepticism he reserved for anyone who wasn’t his actual owner. And then, picking her way carefully across the floor in her soft, rolling wobble — each step considered, each small paw placed with a deliberateness that you found endlessly endearing — came Stella.

“There she is,” you said softly.

She blinked up at you with her mismatched eyes, one pale blue and one gold, and you reached down and let her sniff your fingers before scooping her up, very gently, the way you always did. She was white as fresh cream and had a personality that could only be described as aggressively curious. She was so small. Even for five months old, she was so small, her legs a little shorter than they should have been, her whole compact body fitting neatly against your palm. The vet had explained the dwarfism with calm, clinical kindness, and Mrs. Beaumont had received the news with the equanimity of a woman who had seen everything and loved her cats regardless — but you, the first time Stella had wobbled across the floor toward you instead of away, had felt something shift very quietly in your chest and had not fully shifted it back.

You fed all three of them, tidied the water bowls, ate some left overs from last night and made yourself a cup of tea that you drank standing at the kitchen window watching the fog thicken over the rooftops.

Then you showered, changed into your softest pajamas, and sat on the sofa for approximately seven minutes before your body voted unanimously for unconsciousness.

The candle on the side table was still burning when you fell asleep.

It was vanilla-scented — a gift from your mother, sent in a box with a note that said for ambience, sweetheart, your apartment looks too sterile in photos. It needs to be cozier — and it threw a warm, amber light across the room that was genuinely lovely and that you’d fully intended to blow out after your tea.

You forgot.

And Stella, as it turned out, had been watching the flame with great interest for some time.

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋆˙⟡♡

You woke to the smoke alarm.

For a long, disoriented moment you simply lay there, blinking at the ceiling, your brain cycling slowly through the fog of deep sleep trying to locate the source of the sound. Fire alarm, it supplied eventually, with the unhurried authority of a thought that had not yet grasped the full weight of its own message. Fire alarm means—

The smell hit you.

You were off the sofa before you were fully conscious, your feet hitting the floor and your body moving on pure animal instinct while your mind scrambled to catch up. The living room was so wrong. The air was wrong, thick and grey at the edges, and the curtain was a tongue of orange that climbed the wall with terrifying enthusiasm, eating upward like it was hungry, like it had been waiting.

Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.

“Mochi,” you said, and then louder, sharper, your voice finding itself fast: “Mochi. Biscuit. Come here —”

The older cats were easier. Mochi, the fat tabby, came when called out of sheer automatic habit; Biscuit had already retreated to the bathroom at the far end of the hallway, which had the good sense to be away from the smoke. You scooped them both — one tucked under each arm, Mochi yowling his protest directly into your ear — and got them out into the corridor, setting them down near the stairwell where a neighbor already hovering in their doorway immediately stepped in.

“Is there anyone else—”

“Stella.” You were already turning back. “Small, white kitten, she can’t move fast, I have to—”

“You cannot go back in there—”

But your body was already making the decision.

You went back in.

The smoke hit you immediately — thicker than it had been thirty seconds ago, lower, meaner, the kind that got into your throat and stayed there. You dropped to a crouch and pulled your shirt up over your nose and it helped, barely, the cotton filtering almost nothing.

“Stella,” you called. Your voice came out wrong already, rougher than it should have been. “Stella, baby, where are you—”

Nothing. No small white shape. No wobbling little figure picking her way toward you.

You pressed further in, past the doorframe, staying low, your free hand trailing the wall. The heat from the living room was enormous now — a physical pressure against your face and arms, your skin prickling with it. Through the smoke you could see the glow of the fire painting the walls amber and orange, consuming the curtain completely, beginning to crawl across the ceiling.

“Stella.” Louder. Desperate. Your voice cracked on the second syllable and didn’t recover. “Please, please come out, please—”

The smoke found your lungs then. Really found them.

The cough started low and became immediately violent — your whole body seizing around it, your eyes flooding, the wall the only thing keeping you upright as your knees went uncertain beneath you. You couldn’t get a clean breath. Every inhale brought more of it, thick and chemical and hot, and your vision was starting to swim at the edges in a way that frightened you more than the fire did because you recognized it, distantly, as your body beginning to lose the argument.

“Stella—” The word dissolved into coughing again. You pressed your forehead against the wall, tried to breathe slow, tried to think. She was here. She had to be here. She was small and scared and she couldn’t run fast and you were not leaving without her, you were not—

Your legs buckled.

You caught yourself on the doorframe with both hands, barely, your arms shaking with the effort of it. The smoke alarm was still screaming overhead. The glow from the living room was getting brighter. You were crouched in a burning hallway and you couldn’t stand up properly and you still couldn’t find her and the panic was enormous now, shapeless and roaring, drowning out everything else—

The hallway door burst open.

Boots on the floor. Radio crackling. And then a figure in full gear was moving through the smoke toward you with a speed that made no concession whatsoever to the conditions — not slowing, not hesitating, crossing the distance between you in seconds and dropping to his knees right beside you.

“Hey.” His voice came through the visor, low and immediate, and there was a quality to it that cut right through the roaring in your head — the kind of calm that simply existed, that didn’t negotiate with chaos, that arrived and took up all the space the panic had been using. His gloved hand came to your shoulder. “Hey. Look at me.”

You tried. Your eyes were streaming and your lungs were burning and your legs were still refusing to cooperate but you tried.

“The kitten—” It came out as barely a rasp. “She’s still in there, she can’t move fast, she has dwarfism, she hides low—”

“What does she look like.”

Not a question. A lifeline.

“White,” you managed, between coughs. “All white. One blue eye, one gold. Please, she’s so little, she doesn’t — she doesn’t understand—” Another cough tore through you, your whole body shaking with it, and this time your grip on the doorframe slipped completely.

He caught you before you hit the floor.

One arm beneath your knees, one at your back, and you were up — lifted clean and fully off the ground in one motion, tucked against his chest before you’d fully registered what was happening. You made a sound of protest that came out as more coughing, your hands gripping the front of his gear weakly, and he adjusted his hold without comment, his grip absolutely certain, the kind of secure that didn’t ask you how you felt about it.

“Wait—” you started, between shuddering breaths.

“I’ll get her,” he said. Flat. Unarguable. The most unshakeable four words you had ever heard. “But you’re coming out first.”

He was already moving. Long, even strides back down the hall, angling your face away from the worst of the smoke, shielding you with the bulk of his body. His hand came briefly to the back of your head, pressing your face into his shoulder, away from the air you couldn’t breathe — and the gesture was so deliberate, so careful, that something in your chest cracked quietly open alongside the panic.

The stairwell door. The stairs, fast. Another figure in gear passing you on the way up, voices coordinating above you, the building’s alarm still screaming.

And then the night air, cold and clean, flooding into your lungs like water into a dry riverbed.

You coughed through it, great gasping coughs, your whole body shuddering with relief and with the aftermath of the smoke. He carried you clear of the entrance before he set you down, slowly, carefully, on the front steps — one hand staying at your arm until he was sure your legs would hold. They held. Barely.

You looked up at him. The visor reflected the red and white of the trucks at the curb. His grip at your arm loosened, but didn’t disappear.

“Stay here,” he said.

Your throat was raw. You managed one word.

“Please.”

Just that. He understood it completely.

He held your gaze through the visor for a beat longer than necessary.

Then he turned, and walked back into the burning building without a moment’s hesitation.

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋆˙⟡♡

The next four minutes were the longest of your life.

You sat on the cold stone step in your pajamas — soft cotton shorts and a worn oversized tee that said MIEL across the chest in faded pink letters — with your arms wrapped around your knees and your eyes fixed on the door he’d disappeared through. The street outside was lit up red and white, two fire trucks angled at the curb, more figures in gear moving with that same particular controlled urgency. A paramedic appeared at your elbow and tried to get you to move further back, and you did, a little, just enough to technically comply, but you kept your eyes on the door.

Someone put a blanket around your shoulders. You didn’t feel it.

She’s so little, you thought, and the thought had a specific texture to it, a tightness behind your sternum that had nothing to do with the smoke you’d inhaled and everything to do with the image of Stella wobbling between pieces of furniture, her small uncertain gait, the way she always tilted her head at you when you called her name like she was giving the question serious consideration before committing to an answer.

Please, you thought at the door. Please.

And then he came out.

He came out the way he’d gone in — unhurried, deliberate — and cradled against his chest, small and white and very much alive, was Stella.

The sound you made was embarrassing. You were dimly aware of that even as you made it — a soft, undignified noise somewhere between a gasp and a sob — and then you were crossing the distance between you and him, the blanket falling off your shoulders, your arms already reaching.

“Oh,” you breathed. “Oh, thank you — thank you—”

Stella, characteristically, seemed unbothered. She was blinking at you with her mismatched eyes, her tiny white nose twitching, apparently of the opinion that being carried through a burning building by a large man in fireproof gear was simply another thing on the agenda of this evening.

“She was under the bathroom sink,” he said. “Second shelf.”

“Of course she was.” You laughed, wet and wobbly, pressing your face briefly against the top of Stella’s small head. “Of course. That’s her spot.”

And then — because it was over, because she was safe, because the adrenaline was finally metabolizing into something softer and more complicated — your eyes filled.

You blinked hard. Refused to cry in front of a stranger. Succeeded only partially.

When you looked up, he was taking off his helmet.

You weren’t prepared for that.

He was incredibly handsome.

That was the thought that arrived first, and it arrived without apology. Unreasonably, almost unfairly handsome — all clean sharp angles and a jawline that had no business existing on a person who had just walked out of a burning building, the silver hair falling loose from the helmet slightly damp at the temples, catching the red and white light of the trucks in a way that made it look almost luminous. And his eyes — red, a deep extraordinary red, like a garnet held up to a flame — found Stella immediately. Found you, specifically, with a directness that made the breath you’d only just recovered feel suddenly scarce again.

And he was tall. Considerably, almost unreasonably tall. With the helmet off and the bulk of the gear still on his shoulders, he had the kind of frame that made the space around him rearrange itself slightly, the kind that you registered not just visually but physically — a shift in the air, a gravitational awareness.

You became suddenly very aware that you were standing in the street at — you checked the clock on someone’s phone nearby — eleven forty-seven at night, in cotton pajama shorts, holding a small wobbly kitten, with tear tracks on your cheeks.

“Hi,” you said, which was perhaps the least adequate thing you had ever said in your life.

Something moved at the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile. Something that looked more like someone who was trying to restrain himself from smirking with amusement.

“Hi,” he said.

“I—” You adjusted Stella against your chest. She began to purr, apparently delighted with herself. “Thank you. I mean it. I — she’s — thank you.” You were running out of words. You were running out of everything. “I don’t even know your name.”

He looked at you for a moment the way he had in the hallway — that brief, assessing pause that somehow managed to feel less like evaluation and more like attention.

“Sylus,” he said.

You nodded. Filed it somewhere careful. Somewhere you’d find it again.

“Thank you, Sylus,” you said softly.

He held your gaze for a beat longer than was strictly necessary.

Then one of his colleagues appeared at his shoulder — shorter, purple-haired, with the particular energy of someone who had noticed something and was actively enjoying it — and said something into his ear that made Sylus’s jaw shift in a way that looked very much like suppressed irritation.

“Rafayel,” Sylus said, with the tone of someone pronouncing a sentence.

“I’m just saying,” the colleague said, and his grin was absolutely incorrigible, “you were in there a while for a—”

“Go check the perimeter.”

Rafayel looked at you, looked at Sylus, and looked extremely pleased with himself. “Right. Perimeter. Absolutely. Very important.” He backed away with the energy of a man who had already won something. “Take your time.”

You looked back at Sylus.

Sylus looked back at you with the expression of someone who had made peace with his colleagues being exactly who they were and had simply incorporated that peace into his daily existence.

“You should have the paramedics check you over,” he said. “Smoke inhalation.”

“I’m alright.”

“That’s for them to confirm.” He said it without inflection, but it landed less like a command and more like — something else. Something that sat just adjacent to concern and didn’t quite announce itself.

You nodded. Held Stella a little closer.

He put his helmet back on — the deliberate, practiced motion of it, the way his hands moved with the ease of long repetition — and then he paused, and for one suspended second he looked at you again over his shoulder.

“Keep her away from candles,” he said.

You laughed — a real one, surprised out of you.

“I will,” you said. “I really, really will.”

He turned away. Back toward the building, back toward the colleagues and the crackling radios and the controlled, purposeful world he occupied with such extraordinary ease.

You stood in the street in your pajamas with your kitten and watched him go and thought, with the particular clarity of a mind that has just been thoroughly rattled and is now reassembling itself:

Oh.

Oh, that’s going to be a problem.

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋆˙⟡♡

Stella purred against your chest, unconcerned.

The city moved around you, indifferent, the way it always did.

You looked at the door he’d walked back through.

You thought about red eyes finding yours through smoke-thick air. About a voice that made the panic subside for a little bit. About the way he’d said I’ll get her like it was the simplest thing — like it was simply the thing that needed to be done and therefore he would do it.

You pressed your face against the top of Stella’s head again.

“Don’t tell anyone,” you told her quietly.

She blinked her little eyes at you.

Said nothing and kept your secret.

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋆˙⟡♡

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bonus: this is stella trying to bite y’alls phones

[bardichearth]

best thing I ever read

[bardichearth]

I’ve never been craving to get out of my writers block after seeing re9….It’s come completely apparent that I need to write MORE leon kennedy smut for the fans now that I am back.

I took a LONG ASS break from writing to focus on life and also play love and deepspace..heh!

[notmedicli]

⋆˙⟡ TEACH ME, TRAIN ME, GUIDE ME! ♡ ࿐

about ♱ losing your virginity to the experienced lads men!

pairing ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ] x f!r

content warning ♱ virginity loss, slight jealousy/insecurity, a bit of hurt comfort, mentions of blood, possessiveness, slight corruption, innocence kink, body worship, fingering, mentions of oral (f. receiving), heavy pet name usage, unprotected sex, creampie, unrealistic smut, established relationships (except caleb is readers bsf) lowkey plot heavy sorry — MINORS DNI 18+

kit says ♱ so i accidentally made zayne’s angsty … apologies. also this isn’t my best, but i'm still proud of it! i hope everyone enjoys! it’s my longest one so far yayy. feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ

沈星回 ⟢ #XAVIER

your relationship had always been soft—gentle kisses, intertwined hands, quiet nights spent tangled together beneath blankets. it was sweet, almost innocent. but beneath that sweetness, xavier’s been aching for more.

of course, he was patient with you, but in truth, xavier’s waited months for this. for the words to slip out of your mouth so coyly with pretty, innocent doe eyes. for you to look at him the way you are now and say,

“xavie… do you think we could… um,” you can barely say the words, a lump forming in your throat out of sheer mortification. “have sex?” you end on a whisper. 

and xavier’s breath catches instantly, a rush of heat pooling low in his stomach. you’re just so impossibly cute that he wonders how he’s managed to hold himself back for so long without pouncing on you. maybe it’s his hand that has kept him sane this whole time. every night, he’d go back to his place, haunted by your sweet voice and pretty face, and stroke himself for hours thinking about you—thinking about the way your tight walls would wrap around him. thinking about how you wouldn’t know a damn thing. 

“a-are you sure?” he needs confirmation. he needs to hear you say it with no hesitation whatsoever. 

and when you respond with a meek nod and, “i’m sure… you know i’ve never done anything like this before and… i want you to be my first. i trust you.”

xavier sees red. his mind blanks, reason slipping through his fingers as a rush of emotion crashes over him all blurring together until he can’t tell one from the other. maybe you’re wrong to trust him. maybe you should run. 

but xavier controls himself and lets his dreams come true. you’re in his bed, tucked beneath him in cute, mismatched lingerie. it’s your first time, and even as he steadies himself for you, the thought fills him with a quiet, reverent joy. you’re his now, and the moment feels sacred. 

your teeth tug on your bottom lip anxiously as he hovers above you—he knows you’re nervous, but he can’t help but feel elated. he’s claiming you tonight… you’ll be completely and utterly his—the way you were destined to be. 

he preps you extensively—rubbing you over your panties, then slipping his fingers underneath the soaked fabric and playing with your untouched clit then finally pushing a single digit into your warm, velvet walls. and you cry, you sob, you moan, every broken sound is some variation of his name and he almost comes untouched. instead, he adds a second, watching your face scrunch up in pained pleasure. 

he gets you right to the edge and when you’re teetering on your orgasm, he pulls them out. he feels his cock twitch wildly in his all too tight boxers when you cry helplessly. he reminds you that you can’t have your first orgasm like this—that it needs to be on his cock and you just nod dumbly, heating up in shyness all over again. 

your panties are off instantly and his eyes zero in on your drooling cunt, watching your barely stretched hole twitch and beg for his cock. he moans at the sight, pinning your legs open when you try to close them shyly under his intense gaze. “no, honey, keep ‘em open so i can see all of you, yeah?”

you arch your back gasping for something to dull the ache in your pussy, “xavier… please,” 

and he nods, panting. he pulls his boxers down, freeing his cock and letting it slap against his bare abdomen and you choke, eyes widening. he notices immediately and your fear shouldn’t turn him on but it does. so much. 

“you ready f’me, baby?” he asks hotly.

you nod, responding with a watery voice. “yeah, please… wanna be yours, xav,”

and xavier is so scared because the moment his cock presses into you and he feels you stretching around him to take him, he knows he’s going to ruin you. he knows he won’t be able to go slow the way you need him to. especially when you’re losing your innocence right before him. 

he’s groaning, self control fraying at your mewls and sobs. “f-fuck, angel… s’tight. squeezing the fuck out of me. rela—hah! relax.”

and your arousal—brought by his face, his moans, his words, his cock— streams out of you and coats his length allowing him to inch in more and more with every passing second. 

“can-can i keep moving, honey?” he gasps, dick throbbing at the new, tight space. “you okay?”

you nod and he parrots, sliding himself in and feeling you tense underneath him before relaxing—or attempting to. he moans, intertwining your fingers before leaning down to kiss you with such intensity you almost don’t notice that he shoves himself in. 

you almost wouldn’t have had his fat tip not bumped right against your cervix causing a scream to erupt into his mouth. 

xavier falters, the control he’s known for unraveling in an instant. his touch turns desperate, almost trembling, and his words spill out between shallow breaths and sloppy kisses. his hands squeeze yours tight enough to hurt as he attempts to anchor himself. 

he lets you adjust… tries to be patient with you as you make all these cute sounds and whimper out his name while your pussy holds him tight. it’s the least he can do.

but when you give him the okay to move? you almost regret it. he pistons in and out of you, releasing one of your hands to sneak his between your bodies and rub at your clit.

“god, you’re so perfect—ah, my perfect stargirl.” he moans, his abdomen tightening up the same way your pussy does when he flicks at your clit faster and faster. “cum for me, yeah? cum all over me.”

you do just that with a cry of his name and it only triggers his orgasm. you both feel his warm seed filling your cunt and it’s so overwhelming for the both of you—moans of each other’s names and heavy panting before he’s collapsing onto your body. 

you’re his. every single part of you. his sweet girl is finally all his. he mumbles into your neck.

“no one will ever have you like this except for me, okay?”

夏以昼 ⟢ #CALEB

you’ve only ever trusted caleb. he’s instilled the fact that he’ll be the only man in your life—the only man who would never, ever hurt you almost from the moment you met. you hurt yourself? you call caleb. you need a ride because it’s pouring rain and you forgot your umbrella? you call caleb. you need anything at all? you call caleb.

…you want to lose your virginity?

well, who else would you call other than caleb?

you don’t call, but text him—too embarrassed to even say the words out loud—and he’s at your door within the hour, breath uneven, brows drawn tight. there’s confusion in his eyes, maybe even a flicker of anger, but beneath it all, something else you can’t quite name.

he bulldozes his way into your apartment and his voice is low when he speaks. “so… you want to have sex… any particular reason?” no niceties. just straight to the point.

you shut the door and face away from him, timidly responding. “‘m just curious, my girlfriends are always talking about their sex lives and you know i know nothing. i just wanted to get it over with, but with someone i trust… so i wanted it to be you.” you babble anxiously. you turn to see him standing there, tense and unmoving with his hands in his pockets. “is that weird? if it is, then we can just forget it, i’ll ask—”

he cuts you off with haste, gritting his words out. “pips, i swear you better not say you’ll ask someone else.” he stalks towards you and the intensity of his gaze on you has you backing up against the door. “i will take care of you like i always do, isn’t that right, baby?”

baby. caleb has called you that before, but in a degrading, teasing way, but it doesn’t seem like he’s teasing. your breath catches at the foreign name, but you nod anyway. 

but a nod isn’t enough for him, you can see it in his raised, expectant eyebrow. he wants you to say it. he needs to hear you say how much you want him. “yes caleb… yes, please. help me?”

then his lips are on yours and he’s pulling you in for a searing kiss. it’s messy—too full of want to be graceful—and for a fleeting second, you’re grateful it’s him. your caleb, your childhood best friend. the very same caleb who once taught you how to kiss is now the one undoing you with his lips.

and caleb is meticulous. he starts with his head between your thighs, lapping at your messy cunt muttering on and on about how a real man will always eat his pretty girl out before fucking her. he has you falling apart on his mouth, his nose, his fingers—over and over and over until you’re a shaking, writhing mess under him. 

now his cock is rubbing up and down your sensitive slit, coating himself in your slick while you twitch and pant. he’s holding onto every bit of self restraint he has left. “tell me what to do, baby.”

you don’t know how, but your pussy craves something it's never had. craves the weight of his thick cock. especially when he presses the bulbous tip of his cock at your entrance. “please… put it inside me. need you to fuck me ple—ah!”

you’re cut off again by the painful stretch of his length finally pressing into you. his thumb catches your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud as a ploy to distract you from the way he rips you apart, but with his size? there’s nothing that can take your mind off the pain. 

you sob and he moans at the sound… the feeling. there’s a lump in his throat almost like he could cry. he’s wanted this for years. he’s wanted to make you his for fucking lifetimes and now he finally has you. he’ll never give you away to any man after today. you’re his forever. 

“hurts…” you whisper, tears free falling from your tightly shut eyes.

his entire body goes rigid as he twitches beneath your vice like velvet walls. “shhh, i know, baby, i know,” he coos, but even his voice is shaky. then he notices the blood, further confirmation that he’s your first… your only. “fuck, i’m almost in, okay? gonna make it feel s’good for ya, promise.”

you nod, breathing the way he instructs you to, discerning every inch that fills your cunt. then he bottoms out, his tip nestled so deep that you feel him everywhere. 

you gasp, “f-fuck, caleb!” your shaking hand splays over your stomach, pressing down and feeling the evidence of him. you find yourself loving the pressure of him inside of you and your body needs more. you know it’s greedy and you probably should let your body adjust to his thick length, but you can’t wait. “more, need more. you promised you’d make me feel good,” you pant. “so please move,”

he laughs incredulously, backing out of your heat just to shove himself back in. “gonna drive me crazy, pips… gonna make me make this pretty pussy mine.” 

and you squeeze him so tight, branding the shape of him into you. because you’ve longed to hear those words from him and you had a slight inkling that he’d been waiting just as long to say them to you. 

your body tightens, a familiar tension coiling deep inside you. it’s a sensation you’ve only felt a handful of times before—all consuming—until the ache in your belly blooms into something electric, something that borders on euphoric. the testimony slips past your lips as a moan as you feel yourself unravelling around him. “caleb…fuck! i-it’s yours… always been yours.”

“that’s right, baby, all fuckin’ mine.”

秦彻 ⟢ #SYLUS

you’ve never given much thought to sylus’s previous relationships. you know he’s experienced. he knows how to kiss you, knows how to eat you out and he knows how to make you cum and cry and everything in between. you also know that kind of experience doesn’t just come out of nowhere. as much as you like to believe sylus was simply born perfect, you know better. someone else must’ve come before you—someone he learned with, practiced with—long before he ever fell in love with you.

the thought of sylus being intimate with someone else left a sour taste in your mouth and made your stomach sink. it’s irrational—you’re hyper aware of that, but it can’t be helped. there’s a big possibility that he was, like you assumed, born perfect and you’re his first partner, but there’s no way to know unless you ask.

so you ask, bold and brave at first but when he gives you a sheepish look, you falter and it’s obvious that his non-committal answer hurts you, even if it’s only a little. 

“sweetie, why does it matter if i’ve had prior partners? none of them could ever hold a candle to you.” he confirms, voice so matter of fact.

there’s still a flicker of hurt in your eyes when you look up at him. “how can you be so confident when we’ve never even had sex? what if all the girls you fucked in the past are a million times better than i am?”

he gives you a look you can’t discern before his hands cup your cheeks, squishing them and laying a chaste kiss lips on your puckered lips. “because i love you, sweet girl. not for your body or for your face— even though i believe you’re the most gorgeous person alive—but for who you are and how alive you make me feel.” and every word rolls off his tongue so confidently, so reassuringly. “sex doesn’t matter to me. i could go lifetimes without it as long as i get to be with you.”

and his words are all the justification you need. you’ve been saving yourself—holding yourself back for the right person, the one who makes you feel safe, seen, understood. sylus has never given you a reason to doubt that it’s him. he’s the one you trust, the one you love. your one. your only. 

you gulp before inhaling sharply and letting a surge of confidence take you over. you push him onto his bed and straddle him, movements a little uncoordinated, but he steadies you like he always does. “don’t want you to go lifetimes without it… i wanna do it.” you whisper. “i want to go all the way.”

he searches your eyes for even the slightest bit of hesitation, but you stand firm on your decision. it makes his cock harden beneath you, digging into your clothed core. you grind against him gently, inconsistently as extra confirmation that you want him and his breath hitches. 

now you’re on top of him, his warm, tender hands rubbing up and down your sides as you hover over his cock. he’s prepped you, of course. sylus spent eons prying you open so you could take him… but he’s still huge and you’re still too tight. 

he looks up and your chest heaving as your arousal drips down his tip. he murmurs to you, “go as slow as you want, baby. we can stop when—shit.” 

he’s immediately cut off by your tight heat stretching over his mushroom head, trapping him there as a moan rips through you. it hurts, he knows it does. his size is one of the other main reasons you avoided having sex. he was just too big. 

“fuck, ease up, sweetie. ‘s gonna hurt if you keep squeezing me like that.” his voice is gravelly, practically a grunt. “let me open you up.”

you nod, determined to keep going, your breaths coming out in shaky rhythm as sylus steadies you with soft praise and gentle murmurs. his words wrap around you like a warm embrace, and with every one, arousal gushes out of you—spilling over, pooling down to where you’re joined, until all you can feel is him.

“you’re taking me so well, baby,” he says, squeezing your hips and pulling himself up to smother his face against your tits. “there’s no one but you. never going to be anyone but you. understand?”

you cry, sliding yourself all the way down until he’s bottomed out inside of you. “yes, all mine,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling so full of his cock and love that you forget about the ache and the pressure. you can only think about him being lodged against your sweet spot causing a knot to quickly form in your stomach, both ends of the sting pulling tighter and tighter until…

snap!

and your eyes are rolling back, your head rids of every word just to cling onto his name in which you repeat like a prayer over and over and over. your pussy convulses, walls spasming as you become mush in his arms. 

sylus resorts to his default smug smile, pulling away from your breasts to look at you, his crimson eyes gleaming with mirth. “you just came from putting my cock inside you, sweetheart.”  

it’s not a question, it’s a statement. a fact, at that. you whimper, nodding, before raising your hips that still have a tremor from your orgasm and sliding back down. 

“w-want you… t’give me everything, sy.” you whimper, digging your nails into his pale shoulders, leaving red crescent shapes in their wake. “want you s’bad it hurts.” he laughs breathily, heart pounding and blood thrumming beneath his skin. “whatever you want, sweetie. it’s yours—i’m yours. take as much as you want.”

黎深 ⟢ #ZAYNE

there’s nothing you want more than zayne to fuck you. yes, you were a virgin, that much was clear, but that never meant you didn’t get urges. you fantasized about zayne for years before he finally asked you out. you refused to go on dates, you refused to kiss other men and you most certainly rejected any advances that were made on you—you could’ve lost your virginity if you really wanted to, but above all, you only wanted one man to have it. your man.  

but even after several weeks of being his girlfriend, he still denies you. he can’t seem to bring himself to go past third base with you. he’ll kiss you, play with your tits, and fuck you with his fingers, but the second you mention going all the way, his hands are off you like he’s been burned. 

you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting. you always knew he was experienced—he was humble about his ability to work a woman’s body—but that only made his hesitation more confusing. why did he pull away whenever sex with you came up? why did he act like the thought of being with you in the most intimate way possible was something he had to avoid?

you tried so hard not to let it show, to pretend his distance didn’t bother you—but tonight, you’re at your breaking point. the ache for him is one you can feel in your cunt and deep in your bones, a slow, relentless burn that pulls every buried feeling to the surface. all the want you’ve swallowed down for years, all the insecurity and fear you’ve tried to bite back—they’re rising now, thick in your throat, threatening to spill out of your mouth if he didn’t finally fuck you. 

but he refuses, once again with a flicker of guilt in his eyes as he pulls his fingers out of you sopping, needy pussy. “not tonight,” he says thickly. 

and you can’t help it. the tears blurring everything until the warmth of the moment feels cold. what started as pleasure twists into something raw and aching. “do you just not want me or something?” you whisper, words broken and zayne freezes, heart splintering at the sound. “i’ve wanted you for so long, zayne. i’ve liked you since i could even process what the feeling was.”

“sweetheart—”

“i saved everything for you…all my firsts like a fucking idiot on the off chance that you would finally see me, and you would want me… and then i got so lucky and you did want me,” you say, tearily. “at least i thought you did, but now i try to give you all of me and you repeatedly reject me. so what is it, zayne? do you want me or not because i only want to be with someone who does.”

his voice is tight when he responds, hazel jade eyes going dark. “i’ve always wanted you. i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you and it scares me.” he whispers, sounding pained. “i do want you, sweetheart… more than that, i need you. every fiber of my being needs you and i can’t control it. it’s why i keep saying no… i just can’t bear to lose control and hurt you. your first time deserves to be perfect.”

your breath hitches at his words, pussy weeping at the idea of zayne losing control. you want that. desperately. you take his hands and place them on your thighs, “hurt me, i don’t care. just please… give it to me, zayne.”

and all the self control he’s built over the years dissipates in an instant. his lips are on yours, tongues and teeth clashing with a mixture of spit coating your chins. zayne is both rough and gentle with his movements, hands squeezing at any bit of your flesh he can grab. he’s in between your legs in no time with his cock in his hand, pumping himself and watching how you admire him in awe. 

“tell me,” he pants. “please, sweetheart. tell me how bad you want it.” 

you whimper and shoot him pleading eyes. “i need it s’bad. need you, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

zayne wouldn’t even dream of making you wait. he takes a few deep breaths before pushing into you, instantly met with resistance. you gasp and wince at the stretch, but you welcome the pain and the pressure of him because you’ve dreamed of this for what feels like an eternity. 

you tell him to move despite the evidence of blood and the obvious pain you’re enduring. he’s hesitant, he always is when it comes to intimacy, but you’re convincing when you want to be and, at the end of the day, he could never truly deny you. 

and so he moves, stretching you open, splitting you on his cock while he tries his damndest to keep from completely losing it and fucking you stupid. the truth is, it’s taking everything out of him to be a good man to you. to be the man you deserve. 

luckily, it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the foreign feeling and the discomfort—slowly, but surely it turned into something tolerable then finally, the feeling of immense pleasure. especially when you snake a hand between your bodies and play with your clit… just like you used to when you would fantasize about this moment. 

you can see zayne is holding back, with his set jaw and his eyes squeezed shut, but that’s the last thing you want.

“don’t hold back, zayne.” you moan and he responds with something short of a whimper. a noise that sounds like it begrudgingly crawled out of his throat. 

“i love you,” he heaves, the words strained like it’s taking everything not to ravage you. he didn’t want to say it like this, but he’s overwhelmed by you—your pussy, your pretty face, your even prettier sounds. he can’t help but let the words he’s been holding onto for so long spill out of him. “love you. i’ve loved you for so long… ‘m sorry for hurting you, sweetheart. so, so sorry.” he falls on top of you, tearing up with his head in the crook of your neck while he continues to thrust into you at a steady pace. 

you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in closer. “and i love you so much,” you whisper, heart in your throat. “i want you to show me. let go and love me the way you want. you won’t hurt me.” 

祁煜 ⟢ #RAFAYEL

the early days of your relationship with rafayel were rocky. you wanted him—god, you wanted him more than anything—but every time your intimacy got too intense, you’d pull away. you’d mumble some excuse about having to go, or pretend something suddenly needed your attention.

you saw the disappointment flicker across his face each time, that quiet look he never dared to question, and it tore you apart because you knew it was killing him. you could see the want… the need for you in his eyes, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to allow things to move further.

it was a cruel loop—you wanted him, you wanted sex with him, but fear always won. fear that you’d be horrible at it, that he’d see you differently, that once you crossed that line, he wouldn’t look at you with the same softness anymore. that he wouldn’t think you were his pretty girl anymore. 

but your distance is wearing him down. rafayel’s trying to be patient, but you can feel it—the way he’s unraveling, the way he wishes he could just crawl into your head and understand what’s holding you back.

rafayel doesn’t do well with distance. he’s prone to spiraling and losing every ounce of inspiration without you, and you’re the rock that steadies him. he needs you, so he invites begs you to come over and your guilt has you obliged. 

but when you arrive and see his entire home lit with candles, you feel your palms clam up and your throat get dry. you blurt your insecurities before he has the chance to even greet you. 

“i want to, ahem… have sex… with you,” you start, awkwardly, cringing at yourself. “but i… can’t. because i don’t think you’ll like having sex with me.”

his brows draw in and a small scowl rests on his face. “you think i wouldn’t like having sex with you? the love and light of my life?” 

“well… yeah?” you say, shrinking under his scrutiny. “what if… i’m too awkward or i’m not actually as pretty as you think i am? i don’t… i don’t want you to not like it. does that make sense?”

“no,” he says flatly. “you know i think you’re the prettiest princess in the world and sea, nothing underneath your clothes could change the way i feel about you. i’m offended you’d think i’m that shallow.” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod slowly, “more than anything.”

“then let me show you how much i adore and worship you.” 

and rafayel is so slow and gentle when he cradles your face and pecks your lips. so tender when he coaxes your mouth open so he can push his tongue in. so sweet when he’s guiding you into his bedroom without pulling away from you. 

your clothes disappear before you can realize it, save for your bra and panties. you feel the need to cover up, feeling overly exposed and vulnerable before him and his darkening eyes. your arms cross over your breasts and stomach and he shakes his head, peeling your hands away from your body and pinning them above your head. 

“don’t… don’t hide from me. i think you’re perfect, you’re so pretty.” he murmurs, keeping your hands above your head before he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck and down your chest. his free hand tugs at your bra until your breasts spill out and his mouth finds your tight, peaked nipple. 

you gasp, arching your back to which he chuckles. “i think your body wants me, princess.”

and it does. he can feel just how badly when his mouth trails down further and finds your cunt dripping through your panties. 

as much as rafayel wants to eat your pretty pussy till you’re squirming and gushing, his cock begs for attention. instead, he pushes his finger into you, stretching you slowly before adding a second finger. he watches you wince and hears your sharp gasp with every little movement. when he deems you ready, he pulls out, watching your pussy gape and hearing your little cry at the loss of contact.

he sits back, little purple strands sticking to his forehead as the heat in the room seems to rise. “we can still stop if you really want to, but i—i need you to tell me now, because…” you notice the way he twitches in his pants and you’re mesmerized by his full body shudder. “i need you… and i won’t be able to stop once i get inside of you.”

you shake your head, meekly. “n-no… i want you.”

it’s the only confirmation he needs before he’s freeing himself from the confines of his pants and you from your uncomfortably sopping panties, tossing everything to the side.

he lines himself up with your drooling hole, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your slit. then he takes a breath and pushes inside your warm, wet walls, and the room is immediately filled with the sounds of your mixed whines. 

s length has your fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles losing color as the fabric threatens to tear beneath your grip. “raf,” you sob, voice breaking as your mouth falls open and your eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed by the way he fills you.

“does it—fuck, cutie, you’re so fucking tight. gosh, y-you’re gonna ruin me,” he pushes in further, thankful that you’re honey like arousal makes it easier to slip in. “does it hurt? you–you’d tell me, right?”

“f-feels strange… but it doesn’t hurt.” you pant, feeling more and more full with every inch he pushes inside of you. “i’ll tell you if it hurts, just… keep going.”

it’s all the encouragement he needs to sink the rest of the way in, eyes locked on the way you take him—slowly, completely—until there’s nothing left between you. until his skin is against yours and you’re so full of him that he’s all you can think about. 

“you don’t know how long i’ve waited to have you like this.” he murmurs, pulling out before shoving himself back inside. “my pretty girl. you’re finally all mine.”

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updated my entire profile & username !

— formerly/perviously known as 1uvmaid

hii guys I am glad to say I am back and getting into writing again !

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updated links and blog theme!

sorry I haven’t been posting fanfics at all I have lost my ability to write due to writers block and I have been going through mental health problems.

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MASTERLIST !

# resident evil 🚔 :

leon kennedy

trance — nsfw + sfw

lakeside romance — sfw + nsfw (req by anonymous)

late mornings — sfw + mainly nsfw

into the night — mainly nsfw + some sfw (halloween/vampire special)

well rested workout — sfw (req by anonymous)

egg hunting proposal — easter special — sfw (req by @blossom-of-feathers)

stormy days — sfw (req by anonymous)

restless comfort — sfw + angst (req by anonymous)

needy princess — sfw (req by anonymous)

teasing him & under the dusk — nsfw (req by @aceviscontiswife )

head & overcumming — nsfw

comforting the f!reader after they get a bad haircut — sfw (req by anonymous)

carlos oliveira

a sloppy first w/ him — nsfw

ada wong

“that’s it, baby focus on me.” — nsfw

anniversary special w/ ada wong — sfw + primarily nsfw

jill valentine

lustful sweetness — sfw + nsfw (req by @edgessunflower )

women in uniform — nsfw (req by anonymous)

jill being cocky w/ f!reader — nsfw (req by anonymous)

riding cocky jill’s strap — nsfw

dressing room — nsfw

jill helping you after a bad day — sfw + nsfw

jill valentine hcs — nsfw

# the last of us 🏹 :

ellie williams

met her in a Seattle bookstore (prompt Idea) — sfw + nsfw

head over pussy (pussy drunk!ellie) — nsfw

“easy, that’s my girl. “ — nsfw

moonlight beauty (pussy drunk!ellie) — nsfw

heaven n’ back — nsfw

ellie w/ the reader she loves to spoil — sfw + nsfw (req by @goreradio)

ellie comforts the reader after a nightmare w/ a couple intimate sessions — sfw + nsfw (req by anonymous)

# valorant 🪷

strolling through parks — (gekko, kn, and jett x f!reader ((separate)) — sfw

How they react to their short & shy s/o — (jett, viper, and reyna x f!reader ((separate)) — sfw + nsfw

# genshin impact 🪭

zhongli

special treatment — sfw + nsfw

@ bardichearth — DONT STEAL COPY/PLAGIARIZE/PIRATE ANY OF MY WORK LOCATED ON THIS BLOG.

[heizlut]

Hello! Can I plz request where Aether, Venti, Gorou, Kazuha, Itto, and Diluc find out that their s/o is a submissive in bed?

ooo i like this!!! thanks for sending this in!

tags: gn sub!reader, dom!characters, rut (itto), worship kink (venti), no use of y/n

cw: semi-public in diluc and venti’s sections

nsfw under the cut

Aether~

Aether was so happy to have an s/o who could keep up with him as he travelled across Teyvat. It seemed he never had to worry about you no matter what dangers you faced together. You were headstrong, always taking the initiative when it came to accepting commissions and speaking up for the both of you when someone’s request was particularly unreasonable. You certainly were not afraid to express your distaste when a request was quite..stupid for lack of better words. Aether didn't mind letting you take the lead when it came to those decisions, secretly cheering you on when you spoke your unfiltered thoughts and feelings.

After a tiring day of getting absolutely no where in finding his sister, Aether was particularly pent up with frustration. He tugs you close to his body as he begins pressing feverish kisses to your neck, "Need you now.." You moan softly, tilting your head to give him better access, "Want me to make you feel better?" He pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes with a smirk, "Oh yeah? How about you get on your knees for then?" Aether challenged you, only half-joking, not thinking you would actually do as he said. His eyes widen slightly as he watches you obediently sink to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with such a submissive look in your eyes as you wait for his next instruction. He can't help the way his cock throbs in his pants seeing his headstrong s/o being so submissive for him. Growing slightly impatient with him, you open your mouth sticking your tongue out showing that you were absolutely serious about this. He tugs his pants down just enough to let his aching cock out, all leaky and throbbing. Aether guides his dick to your mouth, tapping it on your tongue as if to test how patient and obedient you would truly be. When you don't move on your own, he smirks and pushes his length into your mouth as he begins to fuck your throat, letting his frustrations melt away, "So good for me... fuck."

Venti~

Your relationship with Venti had the very obvious dynamic of golden retriever and black cat, with him being the golden retriever and you being the black cat. The people of Mondstadt are often baffled at the sight of you two together, wondering how such a cheerful bard could be with someone so... intimidating. Venti often joked that he had scary dog privileges with you by his side. Despite your outward demeanor, you were honestly quite silly and happily went along with his shenanigans. On this particular evening, you had found yourselves making out behind the Church of Favionious. Your lips press against his feverishly. You pull away slightly, looking at him with absolute adoration as you softly say, "Let me worship you properly" Venti lets out his signature laugh, his eyes hold a mischievous glint, "Oho! You wish to worship your archon~? Let's start with you worshipping Lord Barbatos on your knees then~"

Gorou~

Gorou was so proud to have such a strong warrior for an s/o. You fought by his side formidably, even helping him strategize against the Shogunates. You also weren't afraid to put any disrespectful soldiers in their place. He had to admit that your strong-willed and fierce attitude turned him on, but he secretly wanted to test if he could turn the tables. Gorou had no idea that watching him command other soldiers and lead the frontlines during battle had you wanting him desperately to show that side of him to you in the bedroom.

That night you approach his tent with a rather shy look on your face which instantly catches Gorou's attention. He rushes over to you checking you over for anything that might be causing you to behave this way when suddenly you gently cup his face in your hands, "Gorou.. I want to try something new.." You trail off, a blush falls over your cheeks as Gorou looks at you a little confused, "Something new? You mean you have a new battle strategy?" You shake your head, forcing yourself to look up at him, "I.. want you to command me like how you command the other soldiers.. I want you to... Take control of me.." Gorou's face heats up at your words, his cock begins to harden as he processes your words. His face quickly morphs into a sly smile as he pulls you close to him, his hand holding your chin with slight pressure as he tilts your face up to his, "You want me to be in charge?" He breathes out a small laugh, "Well, that can certainly be arranged. Now be good for me and get on the bed. Now."

Kazuha~

Kazuha enjoyed watching you help Beidou dish out orders to the other crew members. You looked like such a sweetheart, but you had quite the sharp tongue, never failing to catch unsuspecting people off guard. They never thought the s/o of gentle wanderer Kazuha to be so sharp with their words when the situation called for it. When you and Kazuha finally have your first intimate moment with each other, the poet of many beautiful words is suddenly...at a loss for words when you tell him that you prefer to be the submissive one. Kazuha takes your hand in his, pressing a kiss on top of it, "And here I thought you would be the one to want to take the lead... Not that I mind this development at all. In fact, I'm rather pleased." He leans forward pressing a kiss to your cheek and lowers his voice for only you to hear, "Although, I hope you realize what you've just signed yourself up for, darling."

Itto~

Itto loved being with you so much. You weren't afraid to get into a bit of trouble with him and the rest of the Arataki gang. Often times people would mistake you or Kuki as the actual leader of the gang with the way they would watch you both take charge of them in your own ways, with you leading the mischief and Kuki chastising you all when you get yourselves in trouble with the Shogunates.

It was nearing spring time which meant Itto would have to hide himself away from you, not wanting to overwhelm you with the rut he would have to endure as an oni, especially when you two haven't gone further than making out and feeling each other's bodies. You were concerned when Itto didn't show up today for the onikabuto battle he promised you, so you make your way towards his home completely oblivious to his rut. You barge right in as you usually would only to be quickly tackled to the ground by a large body, "Gah! Itto! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You look up at your oni boyfriend only to notice his eyes are darkened with lust, "Sorry... Couldn't help myself. I.. need you" He ruts against your core causing you to let out a pathetic sounding whimper as he whispers apologies over and over, "It's my rut. Spring makes us oni a little..." You place your finger over his lips, "You don't have to explain. Use me however you please." Itto's movements halt momentarily, "Y'really mean that? Don't go saying stuff like that right now..." You roll your hips upwards to meet his, "Please..." A low growl rips from his throat as he tears your clothes off with his sharp nails. You definitely weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Diluc~

Having you as his s/o is like a sigh of relief. So many of his burdens with the winery and Angel's Share seem to lift from his shoulders when you take the initiative in organizing client orders and business deals so that he can have some reprieve. His heart swells with pride when you have no qualms in kicking out particularly rowdy guests from the tavern or even straight up denying Kaeya and Venti of more alcohol when they've clearly had more than enough of their fair share (and when Venti's tab has clearly met its limit).

After the tavern closes for the night, Diluc watches as you bend forward over a table while wiping it down and feels his cock stir to life. He approaches you hesitantly as he wants your first time with him to be meaningful. You straighten up only to feel him and his hardening cock pressed against your back. You bite your lip as you turn around to face him, looking up at your lover as he stares down at you with desire burning in his eyes. He gently caresses your cheek and softly asks, "May I kiss you?" You smile at his gentle approach to intimacy and you nod. He leans forward, softly pressing his lips to yours and then pulls away, "Was that okay?" You let out a soft laugh and place your hand on his chest, "Diluc... You don't have to be so gentle with me you know. I would do anything you want, no questions asked. I just want to make you happy and make you feel good." Your words make him pause, "Anything...I want?" You laugh softly again and repeat your words as you look up at him with love in your eyes, "Anything you want. No questions asked." He doesn't spare another minute in hoisting you up onto the table, immersing you both in hungry kisses and rough but sensual touches. You really have no idea what you've just sparked to life inside of him. Diluc can only hope you truly meant what you said because he wasn't going to hold back now.

a/n: pretty sure i blacked out while writing diluc and aether’s sections🥴 i tried to keep them as in character as i possibly could and i think i succeeded? i hope you liked this, anon!

[m1ssingirl]

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 ✰

“I’m gonna find… and i’m gonna kill… every last one of them.”

[vinnwisteria-archived]

freminet layout please? thanks :D !!

you didn't specify, anonni, so i did all three

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[bardichearth]

Wait we are mutuals!! BAHAHAH!! No way? I was scared to ask as well :")

PFFFFTT

OH- 😭

Its like that but honestly its fine!! :))

Im happy I dont just have resident evil, tlou, and valorant mutuals now I have more genshin impact ones!

[bardichearth]

omg hi 👉👈 if it’s not too much to ask for, can i request some ada content? head canons, one shots, fluff, smut, whatever!! she needs more love!!!

ofc ofc!!!

I honestly haven’t written anything in a while nor a lot of fics for Ada Wong, but lets see how I do because lately I have NOT been simping for any resident evil characters and IDK WTF IS WRONG WITH ME ANYMORE.

I’ll do you a solid and do a long ass smut drabble/thirst !

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★ — Anniversary with Ada Wong

Summary: this is a lengthy/long ass drabble about Ada taking you to a lingerie store to pick out a few “nice outfits” but she manages to give you her present a little early <3

C.W: smut, wlw, fingering, cunnilingus, kind of in public???, and many more warnings but i’m too lazy to put them!!

— NSFW, MDNI 18+

Ada Wong is the type to know exactly what she wants and then she goes for it. No matter what obstacles or fears try to keep her from achieving it. This was one of them.

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She knew she didn't deserve the love of a good person. It was a blessing that they had given her the chance to live a better life when she’d been nothing but a simple mercenary in the world. But still she would do what it takes to make up for those lost years.

She wanted to be loved by someone who loved her unconditionally. And that someone was you, (insert name).

Her heart swelled at the thought. You were perfect for her, and she for you. . . and she just happened to be in the mood to plan to spend the day with only you, Which she did.

~

She had taken you to get something for your guy’s aniversary.

It was a special occasion. . . So, the two of you decided to go shopping and of course she had you stop at a lingerie store so you could ogle some pretty lacy things on offer.

She figured she'd give you a nice surprise as well since she had been thinking about spending time with you today.

But that had not worked out as planned. As usual you’d gotten a few things picked out she took you to the dressing room farthest from where anyone else was and surprisingly it was vacant!

You had a tint of pink in your cheeks as you glanced down nervously. “Uh..Ada? I don’t know if this is such a great idea…”

Oh sweetheart, she had no intention of making you uncomfortable, nor was she trying to take advantage of your vulnerability.

She understood you weren’t comfortable with that kind of thing and she wanted to respect that, although she still wanted to see the lingerie displayed on your gorgeous body <3

“What makes you think it's not a good idea?” You must have read her mind, because you looked even more nervous than before.

Well, there we go...

“Well...you know...that is to say...I'm kind of…” Your words drifted off as you bit your lip, looking around the spacious room with a slight blush on your face.

Ada was beginning to suspect you had some sort of problem about your body and how embarrassed you felt being seen in the skimpy things. That was totally ok!

You were beautiful!

She was very appreciative of your body and she wouldn’t want to wear anything you didn’t want to show her, but she wanted you to relax a little bit before she started helping you change into it. She even made sure the door was locked for privacy of what she had planned in store.

“It’s okay, my love. Why don’t you try a few of them on, while I watch. . . . maybe you might be surprised by how much you like it on your stunning image. How does that sound?” She asked, smiling reassuringly at you.

You looked a little relieved and nodded shyly before removing the dress you were wearing now and placing it over the bench next to Ada where she had been sitting before she stood up to help you undress.

Ada’s hands began to slowly wander your body as she slid her hands under your bra strap, giving it a gentle tug, ‘to loosen’ it so that you could remove it without any strain. You moaned softly and her eyes darkened with desire as she stared lovingly at you as you shimmied out of your bra.

“You’re absolutely perfection. I don’t know why you ever tried to hide it. You really are gorgeous.” She whispered in awe as she continued stroking you tenderly.

She gave you a kiss on the neck, feeling the soft skin as goosebumps rose. Her lips moved closer, kissing every exposed inch of skin before stopping on a particularly sensitive spot.

You let out a low moan of approval as her fingers traced their way back to where her mouth had been. “So beautiful....and so responsive.” She whispered against your skin as she kissed her way back to your mouth. She paused briefly to capture your lips with hers for a long slow kiss before parting away slightly as you both sighed in contentment.

“Let’s hurry up and undress each other so I can finish what I began a few minutes ago.” She said, smiling seductively up at you.

She was practically purring as you unclipped your bra and threw it on the floor out of the way and so on. You pulled your panties and garter belt off and tossed them carelessly to the side. Ada smiled and lifted herself onto her knees and leaned down to pull off your shoes before standing back up to slip off your socks.

Ada’s eyes sparkled mischievously as her tongue gently traced your inner thighs causing you to groan again. When her hand began to find their way past your folds, you gasped lightly, gripping the sides of her head as you felt another orgasm building up within you. It was almost too much to bear as her finger rubbed circles around your clit, teasingly teasing until she eventually pushed past your entrance and inside with enough force that you cried out from the pleasure.

She withdrew slightly and thrust deeper, driving harder against your inner walls, creating intense sensations deep within you that nearly brought you to release. She repeated the process again and again and again and again, making you writhe and cry her name.

After a few minutes you climaxed and finally came releasing a loud moan as you felt yourself coming undone within her grasp. She pulled herself out as quickly as possible onto her knees, leaving you gasping and trembling as she started to lap at your cunt with her tongue, making sure to clean and suck up all the juices that leaked out of you.

Once satisfied that you were adequately cleaned, she got up, grabbed your panties, and put them back on you, before grabbing all the utensils you picked out and carrying them to check-out counter. Yes, she did infact buy them all.

They were pretty sexy items.

Especially that pink lace thong with the red hearts lining the crotch area!

She would never tell anyone about buying these items though.

They were special gifts to you after all.

The least she could do was buy some new toys to try out in the bedroom that would end up with leaving you in a wheelchair later on tonight ;)

You would probably need the assistance of a wheelchair for weeks to come. Oh well...

A/N: I think I am going insane guys because I forgot to mention to ya’ll that I lost my obsession towards residential evil in general but like I still love it, just not as much. Anyways I put myself to work tonight to finish this silly request for Ada Wong, I do hope you like it !!

[bardichearth]

⟢ ﹒ Overstimulating Him (Ft. Sub BF)

Summary: Your BF (insert character name) woke up in the morning at a regular time as usual but there was a problem. He woke up from an erotic/intimate dream that was about you, but what made it worse was he kept thinking about it whenever he tried to clear his mind, but anyways more-so to solve his problem he shyly asks you to help him!

— NSFW, MDNI 18+

Well it wasn’t exactly a regular day for you guys when ya’ll first woke up. Thank god, there was no noisy alarm clock.

His head was too heavy to get out of bed, and his limbs were so heavy they almost seemed numb. He lay there in silence for several minutes, staring blankly at the ceiling. A few minutes passed where, he decided to turn over to face you.

Your face was still buried in your pillow, but even though it was only an inch or two away from him, he couldn’t really see it. Just darkness. Your hair fanned across your pillow, your chest moving up and down with each slow breath. It made him feel warm inside. You were so… cute.

He sighed and turned to face you again, trying not to move around too much as he did.

“Babe…?” His voice came out a little hoarse.

You didn’t reply, just hummed in response.

“Babe wake up…” Nothing. He gently shook you by the shoulders, trying to wake you up a bit more.

Finally, a small groan came from the back of your throat. You blinked sleepily at him, before rubbing your eyes and slowly sitting up straight.

“I…need your help..” He whispered hoarsely. You looked at him with confusion and concern on your face.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong babe?” You said softly. He leaned down towards you to kiss your forehead, before pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face against your shoulder.

He felt so embarrassed he might cry.

“It’s embarrassing, I know. But I can’t stop thinking about…you know…” You nodded in understanding.

“I had this dream where we’re in some sorta. . .intimate ...moment and then we’re like...together naked and it was amazing and all, I mean it was great. And... now I’m in a bit of a predicament… And I have no idea how to help myself with all these stupid thoughts that keep popping up when I try to concentrate or think about something else.” He quickly grabbed the shark plush displayed on the bed beside him and hid his face into it, muffling the whimpers that wanted to escape through his lips.

His girlfriend rubbed soothing circles on his back and ran her fingers through his hair, hoping to calm him down. She smiled fondly, thinking to herself that this is probably the best thing that could happen right now.

“Shh honey… I understand… I can try to make you feel better like always , if that’s what you want me to do. Just let me know. I love hearing you talk, you know. Even if you’re a little crazy when you go off about your hyperfixations. I can listen to you all day.” Her words calmed the panic that threatened to take over.

He peeked from behind the plush toy, looking at her with his one eye. Her expression told him she meant every word. His mouth curled up into a soft smile, and a chuckle escaped from his lips.

He kissed her cheek sweetly, before turning over onto his back once more, still holding the plushie tightly. She smiled brightly, loving the feeling of him hugging her close.

“Could you help me then? Please.” The last part was muffled into the plushie, but it was clear he needed comfort in another way,

She held back a giggle and laid down on top of him. She pulled him tightly against her body, allowing his face and arms to be hidden against her shirt.

He squeezed her tighter, burying his face in her collarbone.

“I’m here Honey, don’t worry…” She whispered.

“If it makes you feel any better, I love listening to you talk. When you’re passionate, I feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to hear you talk. That’s what makes you unique and wonderful. So don’t ever forget that okay?”

He nodded against her.

As long as she was with him, he could face anything. She smiled and planted small kisses on his forehead.

After a minute, she sat up and placed a finger on the side of his neck. He looked up at her questioningly, and she grinned and began tracing tiny circles on his skin.

The gesture helped calm down his racing pulse and anxiety slightly. He had a tint of pink across his face as he pointed to his pants and mumbled under his breath.

“Help me with them please…”

She chuckled.

She untied his pants easily, sliding down them until they pooled around his feet. He tried not to look at her as she reached for the hem of his boxers, and lifted the waistband. His breathing picked up speed. She smirked teasingly.

“Is this okay?” Before answering, he simply nodded.

She pushed his boxers down enough to reveal a large erection, which she gently traced with her hands and kissed. He gasped and pressed himself closer to her, feeling her tongue slide across his sensitive tip.

As she stroked him lightly, it sent chills down his spine. “I’ve heard men get so excited just from being touched.” She teased.

Her hand moved from his cock to stroke his balls, causing him to whimper quietly.

He gripped her hair, tugging lightly on a strand. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

‘Damn right it does’ was the unsaid thought.

Her nails raked down the length of his cock, causing him to squirm and moan quietly.

“Good boy.” She praised, before continuing to tease him further.

He let out a deep sigh, trying to control his breathing, while her tongue began to swirl around his cock, teasing his slit, and sucking him roughly like he was the last source on the earth. She sucked a particularly hard peak, causing him to shudder.

The sound he made was primal, yet erotic.

“You like that?” She asked huskily in his ear, causing his head to jerk forward.

“Mm hmm, just like that…” The words slipped past his lips without thinking about it, before his breathing returned to normal.

If she tried to come up and tried to tease him he would instinctively push her head back down onto his dick. She understood why he was so tense, but the sight of him panting and flushed was definitely worth it.

“Mmh-…Fuck~” Was all he could manage to say in between panting breaths. She kept going down on him almost to the point where she is practically gagging on his cock, causing him to thrust up against her mouth. His legs trembled as he bucked his hips frantically in response to her efforts. His heart pounded in his chest and the scent of sweat mixed with arousal filled the air.

It was almost nauseating to breathe. Almost.

He could handle anything short of that.

He bit down on his lip harshly as his mind was consumed with images of you and her fucking him senseless as well.

Not only was he acting pathetic, he couldn’t deny how good he felt, but he was becoming too overstimulated to the point where he was afraid he was gonna cum soon.

A few moments later, he released an audible groan, and the tension left his muscles as he felt his entire body relax, sinking down onto the mattress as his orgasm faded. He let out a whine and buried his face in the plushie once more, completely ignoring everything else around him except you.

“...I’m sorry I feel like such an asshole for pushing your head down onto my dick like that…” He muttered softly, voice full of guilt. She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Oh c’mon baby, it’s fine… you know I don’t mind it at all…” She cooed softly in response.

His blush deepened even more and he buried his face in the pillow. He knew she was teasing him again, but she also understood that he was extremely embarrassed. She shifted herself up on her knees above him and pecked his cheek.

He finally turned his head to meet her gaze, and she cupped his jaw and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Just so you know, I would do absolutely anything for you…” She whispered in his ear. His eyes widened, a small smile playing upon his lips. He loved hearing those words from you.

It made him feel so special to someone other than his father who had never been truly interested or interested in him.

She leaned down to place her lips directly next to his ear. “I love your voice…” He said softly.

“Your voice is like music to my ears…” She continued, her own cheeks flushing a light pink.

They both blushed like teenagers and shyly glanced away. She brushed her hair out of her face and smiled warmly at him. He returned the smile and kissed her passionately, pulling her flush against his chest.

‧₊˚✩ - Freminet, Ga-Ming, Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Scar, Kiryu Twins, Boothill, Sampo Koski, Nuevillette, Wriothesely, and Many More. . .

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A/N: this is just smth random, although yes yes I already know to get the other requests done !!

[bardichearth]

⟢ ﹒ Riding Him Until He Moans

Summary: lengthy drabble, It’s been a long time since you have heard this character ever actually moan before while being in bed and them acting all pathetic begging for more, plus this sex is a little different this time to them.

— NSFW, MDNI 18+

She got ontop of him sliding her panties to the side, before lowering herself down and sinking into him with a soft gasp.

His breath left him as she pushed in deep and he closed his eyes, trying desperately to hold back his groan at the sight of her naked body pressing up against him. Starting to move her hips slowly at first but then began to speed it up, getting quicker and faster.

As she leaned over and wrapped one hand around his neck he couldn’t help the whimper that slipped past his lips but soon quieted. Kissing her way across his chest and neck, leaving little purple bruises behind.

She had never been this rough with him.

This was different from any other time they’d had sex. . . it made him want things he couldn’t have, and the thought was intoxicating to him.

Her kisses were driving him wild.

“Mmm...you feel so good.” He groaned out, gripping fistfuls of her hair and tilting his head up to meet her mouth.

His hands slid down her back and grasped her ass, pulling her even tighter against him. She gave another small sound of pleasure when he squeezed hard. Grinding up against him again and he swore under his breath as he thrust into her.

‘Yes…’ He panted, his fingers digging into the back of her thighs.

‘Please don’t stop.’ The words were whispered against her lips, muffled by their kiss. He hasn’t felt anything like this in a long time, he hadn’t expected to ever find anyone who makes him feel this good, this passionate about something.

‘I can’t take it anymore…’ With those thoughts filling his mind his movements grew rougher and quicker, his grip on her harder. A low growl escaped his throat and she gasped when he thrust harder and deeper inside of her.

He was close, he was going to come soon.

He pulled her head back just enough for him to see through half lidded eyes, her face twisted with lust and ecstasy, and he grinned widely, watching the change of expression on her face as he came deep inside of her.

He could still barely keep his eyes open, but he didn’t bother to try to stay conscious. After everything he’s gone through, he’d finally gotten some peace of mind and this was exactly where it belonged.

When she moved to lay her head on top of his chest he tightened his arms around her as she let out a contented sigh. He kissed the crown of her head tenderly, holding her tightly.

After a few minutes they settled into a comfortable silence broken only by their shallow breathing.

It wasn’t long until they both fell asleep. . .

‧₊˚✩ - Nuevillette, Zhongli, Xiao, Wriothesely, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Albedo, Megumi fushiguro, Itadori Yuji, dan heng, blade, sampo koski, and many more. . . !

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A/N: I had this in my drafts and it was already completed although I’m trying to get my requests written down but I cant bc I have writers block ATM. And also my schedule has been full almost every single day with work.