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what can I say // to make me exist (one || two || AO3) during a heatwave in new york, eddie sets out to find something. what he finds is richie tozier. (Explicit, 12k, richie x eddie)
Ikemen Sengoku
Greed (tumblr || AO3) mitsuhide can’t help but covet his wife (Explicit, 1.3k, mitsuhide x mc)
Devotion (tumblr || AO3) you decide that mitsuhide has been working entirely too hard (Explicit, 1.7k, mitsuhide x mc)
Ellipsism (tumblr || AO3) she’s ethereal and mitsuhide moves like a fallen god. hideyoshi is just trying to hold on for dear life (Explicit, 10k, hideyoshi x mitsuhide x mc)
Surrender (tumblr || AO3) yukimura’s heart aches, even as he watches her mouth (Explicit, 1.2k, yukimura x mc)
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Ikemen Vampire
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HC: NSFW snippets ft. Comte, Leonardo, Theo & Arthur
Posting new fic? In 2025? Somehow, these two freaks dragged me out of a three and a half year writing hiatus. I had to get this out of my brain immediately; this is my first LADS fic, so I desperately hope there was nothing too out of character. Pretty please no concrit (bc I’m a big baby and will cry). Thank you for reading, much love ❤️
Caleb x MC
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Infold, not me! Do NOT repost
Word Count: ~2k
WARNINGS: Sexual content 18+ (do NOT read if underage)
On AO3 here
For a long time, Caleb was the only person you trusted.
The first person you went to for comfort, the only person you told everything to. You remember his warm gaze on you like it was yesterday, smile like sunshine, his pinky curling around yours as you promised to never keep secrets from one another.
Now…
Now there are only lies. You don’t know who to trust anymore, not now that this man wearing your Caleb's face walked back into your life and turned it upside down.
Once you start questioning, the doubts come crawling in like a disease, festering inside you. Did you ever really tell him the truth?
The whole truth?
When girls would approach you with love notes for him, did you ever deliver them? No, you’d viciously rip them to shreds, alone in your room, watching with delicious satisfaction as the pieces fluttered into the trash.
Did you not lie to Caleb? Sure you tried not to, but what about that one time you accidentally caught him changing? His shoulders suddenly broad and tempting, and you had to make up an excuse as to why you couldn’t stop crying later, guilt weighing on your chest until you couldn't breathe.
So.
Maybe it’s always been this. Lies and half-truths between you, dancing around a secret that’s far too devastating to be said out loud. Anyway, the point is-
The point is that everything is blurred now, the lies piling up inside you until they’re bursting at the seams, bitter and sharp; you tell yourself that you hate him. That you wish he would have never come back, leaving you with the perfect, untouchable Caleb of your memories, nothing between you but the truth.
Or what you wanted the truth to be.
However.
The way your heart is pounding in your fucking chest certainly doesn’t lend itself this conclusion. There's nothing even close to hatred in your mind as Caleb stretches you open on his long, frustrating fingers. You’re spread out, vulnerable and alarmingly close to coming undone on your own kitchen table.
Achingly, terrifyingly real.
Your fingers clutch at the wood, digging into the edge until it bites at your palms.
You know that Caleb likes to do this, work you open on his fingers, just as you know that you're both intimately aware of the fact this turns you into an absolute wreck, though it remains resolutely unsaid. Fuck all of Caleb’s meaningless platitudes - need to make sure you’re ready for me, Pipsqueak, I don’t want to hurt you - he has hurt you. He hurt you when he was gone and he hurt you even more by coming back, and maybe...maybe you want him to hurt you. Maybe you want to hurt him too, dig your nails in hard and crack his ribs open, curl up inside his chest and live there until you’re not sure if you’re you or him or some grotesque hybrid of the two of you. Whatever his reasoning, you know the truth; Caleb just likes to get knuckle deep into your body, hook those stupid fucking fingers to watch you try and fail not to beg to have more of him inside.
Your breath seizes hard in your chest, as Caleb slowly pulls out from where he's driving you mad with want just to ease his way back in. There’s something shivering deep within you; somewhere behind your sternum a shudder quakes, racking through your body and never quite fading away completely, a fine tremor under your skin.
He’s already bullied you into one orgasm, and you’re too flooded with pleasure to even remember what you were arguing about in the first place to set this off.
That’s how it always starts.
You circle each other like animals, each pretending to be good, to be normal - until the anger simmering in your bones flares up or he's strung tight from some mission gone wrong-
There's no use pretending after that.
Caleb’s knuckles catch and drag against your greedy hole as he removes his fingers with an obscene slick noise, leaving you empty.
(Much too empty, you just wants to be full, for fucks sake-)
There is a rough sound from where Caleb watches you, a dark noise that is full of promise. He is always watching you with those shadowed eyes, you swear you can feel them burn holes through your skin sometimes. You used to wonder if Caleb could read your mind, a silly thought that’s been living in your head all over again since he came back. Stop it! You want to scream at him, Stop looking at me!
“Think you’re ready for me, pips?” Caleb’s voice is quiet, controlled, with an edge of mocking - you want nothing more than for him to lose his fucking composure and take what he needs.
(Fuck, you hope Caleb needs this like you do, needs it like nothing else in the world-)
You try to catch your breath.
It doesn’t work.
You have to bite your tongue against the torrent of words that want to escape. You always promise yourself that next time you won’t plead for it, next time you’ll try to hold on to some shred of dignity - which is, of course, a lie. You’re nothing if not the master of lying these days, especially to yourself - but you're sure you may actually die for real if you don’t get Caleb’s cock inside you soon. Unable to answer for long moments, you just swallow down a few shuddering inhales. Caleb runs his thumb over you like the absolute fucking tease he is, collecting your desire and circling it into your clit, only making the ache inside flare even stronger and the sharp keening sound that rips its way out of your throat surprises even you.
“Please.” You breathe, muscles in your jaw jumping with the effort it takes to get the words out. “Please, Caleb.”
Another easy lie, please isn’t begging, you’re not that desperate yet.
(You are, you are, you would do anything, say anything at this point-)
Caleb runs his hand down your spine, stopping at the curve of your hip; his words are soft next to your ear as he whispers for you to relax, too soft for what he's doing to you. You gasp out what starts as a laugh and ends as a whine, unsure of how you could possibly relax when it seems as though you’re going to burst right out of your fucking skin; you don't know anything anymore, can’t even think-
When the blunt pressure of Caleb’s cock begins to push into you, it’s as though time slows to halt. You can feel every tiny detail all at once, in excruciating clarity.
Jesus, he’s thick.
Your body is burning hot, lips bitten nearly raw, sore from earlier drugging kisses, still gripping the table like a lifeline, so tightly that your knuckles are going white. Caleb is pressing bruises into your hips (it makes you sick with guilt that you like getting him frustrated, getting him angry - the evidence he leaves on your skin, the angry marks he always frowns at later, it makes you ill how you obsessively press into the bruises for days after just to feel the dull ache once more).
Your mouth drops open on a silent gasp (perhaps it’s not a gasp, more of a scream, another lie, what’s one more amongst thousands) as Caleb bottoms out. You can sense the tension in his body, muscles rigid, barely restrained as the he holds himself still, waits for you to adjust (and oh you will never be tired of this, it will never stop overwhelming you, like it’s going to break you apart in the best way). With effort, sucking breath in through your teeth, you pry a hand away from where you hang on to the table to move to Caleb’s thigh, digging your fingernails in desperately.
You don’t want to beg again.
(You would if Caleb asked you to)
Something dark in you thrills at the pained sound Caleb lets out at the bite of your nails before tensing all over again at the sudden shallow thrust he gives in retaliation.
You manage to find enough air in you lungs to gasp out, “Move, fuck just-” cutting yourself off as another unintentional shiver runs through you.
Caleb huffs out an amused noise against your neck, teeth biting down on a tendon, prompting you to make another broken sound deep in your throat.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Caleb’s voice is different like this, dark and low, enough of a smirk in his tone that it gets you pissed off all over again- “I know what you need.”
You’re about to hiss out a threat (which you will definitely follow through on) when the words die in your throat, because finally finally Caleb is moving, and oh.
Oh.
He starts fucking you in earnest, inside you in a way that is too good to be real (every cell in your body sings for it, always, you will never be satisfied); Caleb abandons the previously slow pace and settles into a familiar rhythm that has both of you moaning. He evades the spot that set sparks off behind your eyelids, prefers to leave that until the very bitter end, making you take every inch of him until you’re mindless first.
What an unmitigated bastard.
Your thighs tremble, shaking where you hold yourself steady for him, toes barely touching the floor, the onslaught of sensations flooding every part of you.
Caleb muffles a curse against your skin and the wicked parts of you are electrified with it, feeling his control slipping; you're unhinged by just the thought, so unexpectedly close to coming again that you clench down hard.
His movements turn abrupt, jerky; quite suddenly, he is yanking you back by the hair. Fingers that twist in the strands drop to encircle your throat, another hand reaching down to circle between your legs. Caleb squeezes ever so lightly with the hand at your neck and if you could still form coherent sentences, you'd be asking him where the fucking hell this new development came from.
The only sound that escapes you though is a rather broken sounding cry (edging dangerously close to a wail), and Caleb must take this as encouragement because he keeps one hand at your throat while changing his angle. He thrusts in with short, hard movements that push him so fucking deep inside that for one wild, hysterical moment you think you may actually cry.
Your world narrows down to where Caleb is has you pinned, pounding into you with unerring accuracy, his cock kissing right up against your cervix and you turn your head to press a kiss to his cheek.
You're grateful that you aren't making eye contact. You don’t want to know what you might find in his gaze.
(What you might not find, what Caleb might see if he looks too deeply into your own)
The first pulse of orgasm gathers at the base of your spine and you clamp down hard enough that he can barely move, the groan he lets out nearly lost to the roar of pleasure in your ears. Your lips form Caleb’s name.
You shatter into pieces with his hand around your throat, a litany of curses falling from your mouth, and chin raised towards heaven. For a moment the lies and the truth all blend together.
hii!! Not sure if you're still active here but just wanted to say i love LOVE LOVE how you wrote Yukimura in Surrender!! I first read it on Ao3 and i just can't help but come back to it everytime i'm in my Yuki feels HAHAHA really love how the emotions ooze out of that work of wonder uggh i love u!!! I love how you write!! Have a nice day 💖💖
Oh my goodness!! Thank you so much for this beautiful message 🥹
I can’t tell you how much it thrills me that you still enjoy my Yuki fic!! That one is close to my heart because it just demanded to be written. I just adore him.
Thank you so very much for being kind enough to take the time to message me, this made my whole day! Much love 🥰💕💕
Been feeling pretty uninspired lately, it’s hard to draw stuff.
But ya can’t go wrong with babes, so have some!
Does anyone else also plays ikemen sengoku?
I had an idea and I feel like this is a gift to all the haters grown lovers of Silvio Ricci. This is for US!
genre: enemies to lovers, nsfw, fluff, mdni
warnings: fingering, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk, reassurance kink, cumming on thighs (?), wall sex, biting and marking, mentions of nipple play, female bodied reader
star banner by the lovely @/saradika
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Silvio hates you with a burning passion. It is not only the fact you are his brother's best friend, although that makes you annoying enough as it is. It's your attitude and the fact you stand up to him, the fact you snarl and bite back. It's the fact you puff out your chest and face him without backing down. It's the fact he cannot control you, the fact you are not like he thought you'd be.
Malleable and easily corrupted by money.
So when he ends up stuck with you on his boat thanks to a terrible stroke of luck? He thinks his chance couldn't get any worse.
You're a pain in the ass. Always there, wherever he goes, and it feels like he cannot grasp a hint of peace on his own boat. You ask questions and silly ones at that, you fight with him and question everything he says...
You are insufferable. But somehow these are still not the most annoying things about you.
Maybe what Silvio hates the most is how you hate him too, and how part of him wishes you'd give him a chance. Maybe it's the way you look at him, all fire and spice, a gaze that tugs at his centre and flares the heat in his chest.
Maybe he just hates how he wants you. How he craves your attention and aches for your smiles to be directed at him, instead of these resentful scowls and frowns he always gets.
And this time, as you stand before him, tall and proud in spite of your smaller stature, Silvio’s blood boils and for a moment he forgets himself, grabbing your face to make you look at him. His eyes flicker with both flames of anger and a burning desire to shut you up with his lips on yours.
“What are you-”
He leans over you, a threatening shadow that spills over you yet leaves you feeling neither scared nor endangered. His body so close to your own sparks fly between the two of you, his face so close too, you taste his breath on your tongue.
He is glad the two of you are the only ones on his ship. Glad no one is here to witness his tough facade crumbling for you.
“Who do you think you are talking to?” He hisses, words that are meant to cut through you like a blade but that instead light a spark of something wild and passionate inside of you.
A spark that turns into a wildfire the moment he decides he’s had enough of your talking, of your attitude and of the constant attraction you exert over him.
His lips crash over yours, in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. One that steals the air from your lungs and has your core melting in a pool of ardent need. Hate bleeds into desire as your hands tear at his clothes, shaking with pent up frustration and residual anger.
“You fucking annoy me, you know that?” You spit through gritted teeth, lips brushing over his as he claims them for another bruising kiss. And you forget about the sea around you, about the endless land of bottomless blue that sways the both of you.
Your back crashes against a wall, a gasp falling from your lips as Silvio’s hands spread on the wall on both sides of your head, caging you and pinning you under his gaze.
“Really? And do you kiss every man who annoys you, or is it just me?” He smirks, ocean eyes gleaming with pride. And you want to punch him, you want to wipe that smirk off of his face.
You want to mar his beautiful features so that maybe you won’t want him as much. But more importantly you want him to shut up. You want him to shut up and kiss you again, want him to roam his big manly hands up and down your curves, want his fingers to dig in your skin and-
“No sassy answer? You don’t feel like barking anymore?” He questions, and you glimpse a faint spark of surprise in his eyes.. Though you have to say, even you are surprised by your lack of response.
Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer, “Shut up.” And this time you are the one to claim his lips as your own, swallowing the surprised gasp that comes from his throat and holding him there until he melts on your tongue.
A quiet moan slips from your lips as his hardening length presses against your clothed core, giving you a taste of what hides under his trousers. Every fiber of your being now desperate for his touch and what he has to offer.
“That’s a pretty sound y’make, but you haven’t answered my question,” He praises, voice smooth as water gliding over paved stones, dragging his lips over the shell of your ear. A shiver runs up your spine as his teeth lightly graze your earlobe, his breath cold on your heated skin, “Do you kiss every man who annoys you like this?”
“I-” A gasp escapes from your throat as his teeth now rake down the column of your throat to stop at your sweet pulsing point. You hope he doesn’t pick up on how fast your heart beats in your chest., or how heat rushes to your cheeks as your thighs brush together to appease the burning emptiness inside of you. An emptiness you wish he’d fill.
And you feel so silly for wanting him this much. Silvio Ricci has nothing of a man you could ever see yourself falling for. He is loud, obnoxious, bratty, flashy, selfish and-
“I’ll take this for a no.” He whispers, gaze holding yours, and you swear you catch the flutter of something gentle and kind in his eyes. Of something sweet and loving. A glimpse of the man he hides behind the gold dripping jewelry and the money.
“Shut-”
“D’you really want me to?” He says, a wicked grin on his kiss-bruised lips. “Because your dripping cunt is telling me otherwise.”
You don’t even have time for mortification to drip over you, any hint of shame gone the moment he slides your drenched panties to the side and dips a finger in your molten core. If it didn’t feel so good, maybe a part of you would have shied away at the lewd squelch of your arousal and his digit thrusting in and out of you.
But as he adds another finger, you have half a mind to wrap a leg around his hips, desperately clinging onto him like a lost woman at sea holding onto a parcel of wood.
Your thoughts melt in your mind as he curls inside of you, prodding and teasing at your sweetest spot.
“Ah-! Ungh-! Silvio!” You cry out in the dead of night, the two of you alone on the ever expanding sea with no other admirer than the moon and stars above you.
“See? For someone who barks so much, you’re pretty easy to please.” He whispers in your ear, trailing burning kisses down your nape, his other hand tearing your corsage and baring your breasts to the cool night air.
Your nipples harden under the bite of the wind, and his tongue feels like liquid fire as he licks at your supple skin and catches one nipple between his teeth. The last straw, the last it takes for him to drag a release out of you.
Your back arches off the wall, lips parting in a silent scream as white hot pleasure clouds your vision and wakes every nerve in your body. His fingers move at a steady pace inside of you to coax every last drop of your high from you. To leave you breathless and panting as you crash back down.
You barely register the gentle tap on your thigh, mind still hazy with the clouds of your release.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He asks, and you do as he says. A whine falling from your lips as he hoists you up with ease, pressing you against the wall, the wood soft behind your back.
All you hear through the fog is the sound of ruffling clothes and the unbuckling of a belt. You bite your bottom lip, blood infused with both sweet apprehension and the fire of desire as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance.
“Just relax for me, I’ll make this feel good, ‘kay?” He asks, blue eyes holding yours, his voice uncharacteristically gentle and caring. Your heart skips a beat in your chest.
A moment before this, Silvio had been nothing but hot anger and white hatred, yet no traces remained of the man you knew. His usual disdainful and tough exterior replaced by the features of an attentive man, one who wants nothing but to make sure you are comfortable.
One who wants to make sure you want him as much as he wants you.
And you do.
You nod, tightening your hold on him, brows furrowing and eyes clenching shut as he carefully sheathes himself between your folds, inch by inch to let you taste the sweet pain of his cock stretching you out.
He gives you time to adjust to his size, eyes attentive to any sign of discomfort on your part. And his heart melts in his chest as you breathe in and out through your nose, relaxing around him to welcome him amongst your tight warmth where he already feels at home.
“That’s good, keep doing that.” A moan spills from your lips at his words, pain slowly melting into pleasure as he attempts a first slow thrust.
His hips roll against yours in tides, waves of pleasure building in your core with every languid thrusts. Every fibre of your being alive with hot pleasure as he reaches new depths inside of you.
You have never felt so full. Never felt so right.
“Ah-! Don’t-Don’t stop!” Your nails dig into his skin, but you don’t care. Not when your next release is blooming inside of you.
“Ungh- Not-Not until you’ve come on this cock.” He groans, a shudder running through him as your walls clamp around his length, threatening to drag his own release out of him.
But he won’t let himself go until you’ve given him what he wants. Won’t stop until you’ve touched heaven and fallen back into his awaiting arms.
Only when your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs quiver around him does Silvio allow himself to finish.
In an instant he slides out of you, leaving you painfully empty and cold. Your only comfort being the sight of him fisting his length in front of you, beautiful features twisting in pleasure as he paints your thighs a sticky white.
You lean back against the wall, the air filled with your pants and his. Features flushed with exertion.
Your eyes meet and you know things won’t ever be the same.
“Do you also fuck every person who annoys you like this?” You ask, chest falling and rising. A part of you hopes you are the only one.
He pauses, swallowing back a lie.
“I don’t.” He says, blue eyes not leaving yours, “Only you.”
Only ever you. It can be no one but you. Because no one makes me feel as infuriated as you do. No one makes me feel as disoriented and as idiotically pathetic as you do.
ICYMI, there was fear that companies were scraping public AO3 fics to train their AI without the consent of AO3 or its users. That fear has been confirmed.
AO3 has written about what they’re doing (and what they’re not able to do), and they recommend restricting your work to AO3 registered users only. [Instructions here]
This gross misuse of the archive by techbros is why I’ve locked down my fics for the foreseeable future. I recommend the rest of you do the same.
Hi friends, just wanted to note that my AO3 works have now all been locked and only available for registered users! I would have preferred to keep them open, it’s really a shame. I’d encourage all authors to do the same, so disappointing to know AI is being used to steal content.
