⼠Restaurant: picking them up so they can have wine, bringing a bouquet of flowers, googling under the table what the fancy dishes are,  taking their hand from across the table, tasting the other's dish, bickering over who pays,   holding the door open, fighting over who gets to pay
⼠Park: picnic,  going for a walk,  watching the ducks in the pond,  sitting in the sun,  taking a boat ride on the lake,  rollerskating / skateboarding, putting their jacket down to let the other sit on the damp grass,  running for cover when it rains, sharing ice cream,  talking until the sun goes down and the street lamps come on
⼠Arcade: discovering a competetive streak,  letting the other win,  losing track of time,  sharing shitty, cheap food and loving it,  taking candids of the other having fun, showing off a hidden talent, trying to trick the games
⼠Night In: board games,  building a blanket fort,  cooking together,  movie night,  going through old photo albums,  binging a tv show,  sharing a blanket,  reading together, private dances in the kitchen, discovering little quirks about the other's home, falling asleep on the couch
⼠Museum: interactive exhibits,  trying to find interpretations for abstract art,  shushing each other when they laugh too loudly,  claiming which painting they easily could have done themselves,  describing the higher up artwork to the one who forgot their glasses,  buying postcards of their favorite art at the giftshop after
⼠Clubbing: dressing up fancy and matching,  karaoke,  bar food beforehand,  discovering the other's (in)ability to dance,  guiding the other through the crowd, hand in hand,  kisses interrupted by drunken stumbling,  drunken walks home,  passing out in clubbing outfits
⼠Beach: falling asleep while tanning, bonfire, sneaking glances at them, getting knocked over by waves, beach bars, watching the sunset, collecting pretty rocks and shells, holding onto each other in rough surf
⧠Women who are competitive with each other but it's not catty or about a guy. They're both trying to win the same research grant. They're rival chefs. They're competing for department head. It's professional, it's intense, and they grab drinks after because they're adults.
⧠The "mom friend" who's actually a hot mess in her own life. She's got everyone else's problems solved, therapy-speaking her friends through breakups, but her own apartment? PURE DISASTER. Her love life? CATASTROPHIC. Her sleep schedule? WHAT SCHEDULE????!
⧠Female friendships that survive one of them getting into a relationship. Groundbreaking, I know. Her boyfriend isn't threatened. She doesn't disappear. They still have brunch. Novel concept.
⧠Women who are mentors but not in a "wise old crone" way. She's 32, she's tired, she didn't sign up to be a mentor but here's this younger woman asking questions and dammit, fine, she'll help.
⧠Best friends who don't agree on everything and that's okay. One's a vegetarian, one works at a steakhouse. One wants kids, one doesn't. They're not trying to convert each other, they're just vibing with their differences.
⧠Female characters who are allowed to be mediocre at "feminine" skills. She can't braid hair. Her baking is questionable. She's been wearing the same makeup look since 2015 because she figured it out once and she's not experimenting.
⧠Women supporting other women in weird specific ways. Not just "yas queen." Like, "I'll create a distraction while you steal your ex's Netflix password back" support. "I'll pretend to be your fake reference for this job" energy.
⧠Older woman and younger woman friendships that aren't maternal. They just... like each other? They met at a concert. They bond over niche interests. Age gap but make it friendship, not a lesson.
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need to know the nastiest filthiest kinks you think raf is into
Bc have ideas
sorry for the wait, i had to use 500% of my brain power to answer this
content/mdni. SMUT. fem!reader. quite subjective tbh.âźď¸ he is fictional so he can have any kink you want him to *wink wonk*
scent kink
not a surprise and not that filthy. he looooooves your scent. BUT. you smelling like him after having sex is >>>>> would make his cock spring back to life in an instant. imagine going to shower, to wash off all fluids, and raf is just there pouting because you wanna erase his scent.
you two would fuck again in the shower tho, don't say i didn't warn you.
marking
you would be COVERED in marks. be it the natural instinct of his lemurain side or just his need to flaunt you as his, this man will give you hickeys and bite marks in the most visible places. neck, tits, thighs, they are all not safe from him.
and when ebb day comes and his lemurian fangs are more prominent... yeah, good luck.
food play
maybe not the nastiest here, but definitely worthy of mentioning. there's that 4* card where he eats whipped cream off mc soooo... this man is licking anything off your body, no questions asked.
imagine he "accidentally" spills his drink on you. oh no, now your clothes are all wet and sticky, and so is your skin. good thing he has a dexterous tongue!
bondage
whether he's the one tied up or you are, he'd get sooooo turned on. he'd go for delicate and expensive materials like silk ribbons, but he will make sure to tie them just enough so faint marks are left on your skin.
cum play
he'd love to cum in you (to repopulate lemuria haha), but he's also an artist, remember? he'd love to spill his load all over your body, paint you like one of his canvases. don't be shocked to see him pull out his camera to take a few pics. you're his pretty girl after all, covered in his seed.
outdoor sex
in any body of water. very self explanatory. let him see that octopussyâ sorry.
endless foreplay
what's his end goal? overstimulation? edging? it all depends on his mood. if you've been a bad bad girl, he will play with your pussy until you cry and beg for release. but if you've been his sweet lil' cutie? his fingers and tongue are at your service for the next hours.
recording
he would love to record you two being intimate. sex is a form of art in his eyes, so he would love to preserve your breathtaking beauty in pictures and recordings. he would look at them when he's all alone and needy, jacking off to the most sensual video of you from nights before.
expect him to send solo videos of him too. he knows how much you like it when he's vocal and needy on camera.
lingerie
he will get you tons and tons of sets. all colors, all styles. he doesn't like to rip them tho, so raf looooves it when you wear crotchless panties. they frame your pretty pussy so nicely and leave it out for him to enjoy.
bath/shower sex
nothing shocking tbh, he's a fishie. he's a goner if you ride him in the bathtub, head lolling back, fingers digging into your hips as you're milking him dry. if he has to fuck you against the tiles of the shower, hold onto dear life 'cause his hands will provide no support... they're too busy roaming your body.
toy use
he might get all jealous and pouty at first. why do you have sex toys when he's here? but then he'd realise toys are NOT competition... but his best friends. keep your vibrator close 'cause fishie will push it against your clit as he fucks his cock into you.
DP
if you agree that he has two cocks... double penetration is on the list for sure. he will prep your ass so well, licking and stretching that lil' hole open until you're ready to take his other cock. and when you finally do- i fear he would bust immediately from the amazing feeling.
breeding kink/oviposition
raf produces more sperm than usual because he is lemurian (some gets lost in the water), so expect to take biiiiig loads of cum. your pussy will gush when he's done with you, tummy bulging, semen dripping down your legs.
and when ebb day comes, expect raf to put lemurian eggs in you. they will not take 'cause you're human, but he will still try to impregnate you. don't worry tho, he will get them out (using his looooong fingers or his tongue).
somnophilia
i might be reaching with this one, but i think raf would be into fucking you while you sleep. he loves it when you're awake, taking in all your cute noises and reactions, but he would be so turned on by you trusting him so much to the point of offering him your sleeping body.
expect him to eat you out or finger you awake. his cock goes in only when your lids flutter open.
there are honestly so many kinks you could attribute to rafayel! i feel like he is very open. also, depends on the au you wanna do with him:
mean!raf might be into degradation/dacryphilia/spit kink
cw. mdni ! fem reader. dom & sub undertones. marriage kink. size kink. choking. impact play. hair pulling. cum play. dumbification. cÄrvix pounding. public sÄx. fingering. choking. squirting. breeding kink. biting. hints of blood play ( rafayelâs). bondage. fem! dom ( sylus). oral sex ( f! receiving). dirty talk. non proofread. all lowercase intended. enjooooy.
koraâs note. i donât know how to characterize sylus that well⌠but i hope i delivered for all my crow girlies out there!
XAVIER â
xavier is a seasoned hunter, having trained and built up his speed since he was only three years old. so itâs hard for him to break the habit of being fast. wether itâs walking with you down the street, doing mundane tasks, or fucking you mercilessly into the sheets.
the morning rays of the sunlight peeked through your blinds, golden hour painting your skin a beautiful orange-red hue as your shirtâ thatâs actually his, is bunched up around your hips, ass up, face pressed into the soft pillows where you moan your pleasure filled melodies at. xavier, the same man who claims not to be a morning person, drives his hips into the soft skin of your ass, reddening the shade.
â whyâre you holding back your sounds? youâre the one who woke me up grinding against me,â he moaned, sounding freshly thick and raspy after not being used all night. the sound of his voice does more than what it actually should; most of the time he uses his soft, feather light voice to address you or children that notice him first.
but when he switches that fake tone off, whether to fight wanders, address his backtrackers, or to pound into you mercilessly, god does it wreck you.
â âs too early, xavier. donâ want the neighbors to h-hear,â you gasp out, your back dipping into a deep curve when he intentionally thrusts forward to dig in you deeper. â a-ah! right thereee!â
â hah, thereâs my nasty girl, what happened to you not wanting to wake the neighbors?â well, if they were asleep, they certainly arenât now. xavier tends to go fast only a couple minutes into sex, often making your headboard slam against the wall with such brutality that it leaves dents or cracks in the wall, even splitting your headboard in half when the sex was particularly breathtaking that night. â youâre grip me even tighter when the frame hits the wall; you must like letting people know your husband is fucking you good.â
his roughened hand spreads your sore ass cheek, exposing a creamy white ring of arousal around the base of his cock, before momentarily disappearing as he slips deep into your heated warmth. letting the round skin go, not without delivering a ringing slap to your flesh, he surprises you enough to lurch forward.
â well, too bad for them. âm not good at sharing whatâs mine. never have, never will be.â the next breath you take is fresher as he pulls your hair, clutch taut enough to make your back meet his chest.
he wraps the same hand around your throat, squeezing the sides to make sugary gasps fall from your mouth, pressing a heated kiss to the corner of your mouth his hips resume, this time abandoning the slow but steady pace, now surely fucking you with the ruthless speed he always took.
â x-xavier, haaaah, fuck! âs too fast for the morning!â he squeezes the sides of your throat before twisting his hand to push you back on all fours. your shaky fingers grip and dig impossibly deep into the sheets, as your vision blurs, almost making you dizzy. above you, heâs on cloud nineâ the specks of light are an easy tell. â ohhhh! so fucking deep in me!â
his deep cerulean eyes wandered everywhere across your body, broadly displayed underneath him, catching how the way your ass ripples with every slam forward and how your thighs will shake when he only inserts the tip in. suffice to say, most of your day will be spent in bed, as your hunter husband beats all spots that you didnât know existed.
â oh, starlight. if only you knew how gorgeous you look right now, displayed beneath me while you take what i give you.â every inch of xavierâs length staggers and proudly takes claim in you deeply, causing your eyes to cross and gaze meet at the tip of your nose. â i bet your face looks even better, wish we had a mirror right nowâŚâ
his voice trails off in thought and you feel a pang of irritation swell up. is the man seriously thinking about fucking you in front of a mirror while thrashing your body around like a weightless ragdoll? despite this, you turn your head to see him, to see if heâs truly unbothered, and that is far from true.
his eyes meet yours as you glance back at him, holding you in some sort of lust trance as you canât pull away. the sight of him breathless, shirtless where you can see his chest rise and fall with quickened breaths, while his pants are hastily shoved down at the peak of his thighs. his lips quirk into a soft smirk, flashing you his fangs while his hands knead and mush your ass like it was dough.
â donât look at me like that, star. youâre going to make me cum too e-early.â
â c-cum on my thighs, xavie. i know you like them.â you shyly offer, and seeing how his smirk tugs into a furrowed frown, you know he wonât refuse. now heâs the one that looks pussy-drunk. â donât hold back on me, wanâ everything.â
â f-fuck, dâyou not hear yourself right now?â he grabs your elbows, twisting and crossing them as youâre unceremoniously shoved face first back into the sheets. he uses this as his leverage, body leaning above yours, your walls still struggling around the stretch of him while your eyes are closed, a fucked out grin on your face at the overwhelming sense of exhilaration. â y-youâre impossible, a fucked out brat at that.â
a guttural grunt escapes from him, and before you can register it, a warm substance paints the back of your thighs with a translucent shade. your body goes placid, soaking up the sight of his head thrown back while his fist vigorously pumps more and more liquid from his rounded tip. after a few more pumps, his fade officially ends, resting his cock in between your cheeks like a lewd sandwich.
all is tranquil, your body relaxing into the bed completely fine with the fact that you might not get your own orgasm as of right now.
that is until you feel him move; his wet tongue licks up his cum before licking stripes on your swollen, twitching clit. â what? you thought i wasnât going to make you cum?â
what. the. fuck.
ZAYNE â
it shouldnât be a surprise that your doctor husband is very good at using his fingersâ after all, he is the best cardiac surgeon in linkon city. but you couldnât help but be surprised every time he breaks you down and builds you up with such precision using his fingers alone.
the environment in zayneâs room held that familiar warmth but lingering coldness to it, like all doctors do. the box of lunch you packed for him sat unattended on his desk, his coat draped over his office chair while your bodies are placed on his sofa. legs displayed over his so that you wonât close them as his fingers mashes against your sweet spot, inflicting whimpers in the still atmosphere.
â although i love your sounds, my love, itâs best if you keep them down. do you want greyson and the other doctors to hear how you break on my fingers?â zayne breathed his question into your ear, seemingly getting his answer as your walls clenched around his digits, ultimately sucking them in and latching on with a vice-like grip. â but knowing you⌠you like the thought of that.â
â n-no, âs embarrassing!â
â you want me to believe you⌠when you sound like this?â silence falls as the wet sounds of your pussy squelching fill in the air. loud â shlick!â noises echo off his office; part of you wants to care that youâre at the hospital and anyone at any minute could walk in on the greatest cardiac surgeon finger fucking his wife, but the other part wants you to be louder so that people know that zayne is yours, and you are hisâ if they didnât already. â i thought i told you to spare your thoughts for me when you first walked in here, teasing me in that short sundress i bought for our anniversary.â
you whine, head shifting on his shoulder to nip at his jawline. â can you blame me? youâve been neglecting your poor wife like a meanie.â behind you, zayne is a wreck also. his glasses sit low on his nose, his tie is loose on his dress shirt, and a few buttons are popped, displaying the marks you made vibrant and clear as day. marks that scream your name and that heâs yours, legally so.
â am i being a meanie, or was i just busy with my job? but i donât have any complaints, besides the thought of someone seeing you dolled up.â
â o-oh,â despite your current predicament, you bark out a wet, but shaky laugh. â itâs funny seeing you jealous about me, zaynie.â
â whatâs funny is that you are trying to act unbothered right now.â zayne immediately claps back, witty as ever, the prickâ but heâs not wrong. you can barely speak a sentence without moaning or stuttering, and your thighs are quivering mess where they are spread over his still ones. and with one particular thrust to your sweet spot, your body lurches upward as sparks of pleasure develop from the source and trace their way up your spine, numbing your brain in the process. â you like it when i touch you there? thatâs right, you always do.â
zayneâs fingers are experts at saving lives, and making you see stars effortlesslyâ god bless those anatomy lessons.
with every push and pull he delivers to your sopping cunt, you feel your mental state slipping further and further. his calculated fingers press on where your bladder is and pause, much to your dismay. â have you been drinking enough water, my love?â
â i⌠um, y-yeah?â
â from your tone, i canât believe you, but weâll find out if youâre telling the truth or not.â with that, he continues, this time with much more deliberate force. your body curls up as he stimulates your bladder with the intention of a madman, but the arm holding you steady tilts your head up to look into his lust-clouded hazel-green eyes. â i need you to relax for me, if you want me to make you feel good. relax and donât fight the feeling.â
is he⌠trying to make you squirt?
your mouth intends to say something, but broken gasps are all that bubble out. your hips ride the feeling of pending ecstasy while your eyes canât move from his, pulling you deeper into a love state trance.
â h-hah, a-are you trying to make me squirt, dr. zayne. how perverted.â
â just something iâve always wanted to try, and whatâs a better moment than now?â his lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss, releasing all his pent up frustration on the kiss as the hand that once tilted your head up squeezed at your throat, making you more keenly aware of the feeling, sound, and most importantly him. â it shouldnât take long to see if youâre lying or not, judging by the way sheâs sucking me in so greedily.â
â fuhâ fuck, i think âm gonna squirt! can feel it!â your nimble fingers find purchase in his raven locks, completely shattering any image of him trying to act composed as if clothes didnât tell a different story. he pushes up into your gummy g-spot, stimulating the area impossibly moreâ and that was your end. your body thrashes before stilling as clear fluid shoots from your pussy, spraying and staining the sofa cushions and the area below that. â o-oh my god! your making me a mess!â
if anyone didnât know you were having sex before, they sure do now. the evidence lies on the saturated cushions, floor and also zayneâs pants. your body relaxes back down with pants, grunting when he pulls his now glistening, slick fingers out of your hole with a resounding âpop!â sound.
â be a good girl and suck them clean for me?â
RAFAYEL â
the stroke game that this man has on him? unholy. nothing less to expect of a merman though.
â rafaâ yel!â you moan out under the said man as he has your wrists crossed and pinned to the couch cushion. your marked thighs are thrown over his scratched, broad shoulders, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy with rapid succession.
the compromising position he folded you into made one thing clear: youâre his, and that heâs far from done with you. i mean, that shouldnât have to be stated anyway; knowing the stamina your siren husband possesses itâll be no surprise if you went from the couch to the bedroom floor.
â yeah, cutie? is it too much for you, is your husband fucking you sâgood?â he mocks you. rafayel can be so cruel at times, from the way he taunts to how he fucks. his once dual blue and pink colored eyes are now dominated by dark pinkâ a sign of his lust, as they take in the sight of your pussy clamping around the base of his dick, reappearing and disappearing with every calculated thrust he pushes into your sweet spot, briefly knocking against your cervix. â sheâs sooo messy and greedy. you were just crying about how you couldnât take it anymore, but now youâre clinging on to me like iâll let go.â
your vision is spinning, brain mushy, but the only thing that rings relevant is rafayel and the way how heâs making you feel oh so good.
he shifts his postureâ removing his rigid hand from pinning your wrists so that they can now pin your hips to the cushion, grip bordering on painful. his face is now in view instead of the ceiling as he practically breaks you in more. the sight of him is nothing to take for granted: his eyes are sharper, kiss-plumped lips twisted into a slick grin while his eyebrows furrow with concentration.
â so cute. so unaware that iâm nowhere near fulfilled,â with that, his lips slot over yours in a searing kiss. he nips your bottom lip, just enough to draw blood, which he chases after with an impatient tongue while you whimper from the sting. and with your lip split in half, his thrusts resume. one precise roll of his hips makes you gasp sharply as your toes curl over their place on his shoulders.
â o-oh my godddd!â your eyes are clouded with an explanation beyond lust, your tongue rolls out your mouth, letting drool seep from the corners as your eyebrows are pinched tight. â so fuckinâ good! wanâ you to cum in me, please breed me!â
â breed you? gosh, when did my pretty girl get so vulgar?â he plants kisses from the corner of your mouth, leading to your earlobe as he gently nips the flesh. his hips seem to pleasure and map out every inch of your pussy expertly, to the point where punched-out gasps are all you can create. itâs all too much. his voice, hips, wordsâ theyâre all working in sync to turn you dick drunk. â if you want me to breed you, then youâll have to accept all of it. every last drop, or iâll fuck you to the point where youâre too stuffed to function.â
your eyes numbly close. body full of euphoria, and soon, his cum too.
â hellooooo, earth to cutie,â he drawls, his thumb teasing the skin of your stomach, trailing down until he reaches your swollen albeit neglected, clit, where he presses down, eliciting a jerk from your shocked body.
â y-yes! i can take it, make me cum m-more.â
â so many demands⌠but who am i to deny you?â the grin he wore faltered before twisting down into a snarl. his playful demeanor is nowhere to be found, and you can bet itâs because heâs bordering on close to cumming. the pressed flicks on your erect pearl match the speed of his hips as the hands plastered on your bent upper thighs are used as leverage to fuck you in harder.
the strength of him rocking you and the couch combined, knocking out punctured groans and grunts from both of your lips while his dick imprints his name into your heated cunt. â âm gonna cum, and you better take it all, f-fuck.â
your hands fly down to press your nails into his buttocks, leaving marks of your nails that heâll definitely complain about later. â fill me up, fill my pussy up; âs all yours, rafie.â your whisper trembles as you feel the weight of your orgasm sneaking up.
and with the fervent contact on your clit and sweet spot, youâre cumming. body arching forward in overwhelming pleasure as heaved gasps leave your mouth. itâs not long before rafayel cums alongâ no, inside of you. but to call it a lot or messy would be an understatement.
â fuuuuck, cutie, i-iâm cumming. hah, you take me so g-good.â
his body goes completely limp on top of yours, chests moving at their own pace as you both come down from your high, skin to skin. rafayel leans his head up to press another kiss against your lips, this time less rough but more passionate. his tongue sweeps the cut he made on your bottom lip as a silent apology but you couldnât care to hold a grudge against him for it.
i mean, he did just rock your whole world, couch included.
SYLUS â
the inches he has packing below the belt? beyond your expectations. and every time youâd have sex itâs more mind blowing than the last time.
â are you sure you can ride me? you canât even handle it when weâre in missionary.â sylus chuckles below you, legs parted wide enough to suit your much smaller body facing toward him, and above him you hiss through the ache of his cock splitting your walls.
he is so big that the outline of his cock peeks through your stomach every time you bounce up and down, your juices making his cock glimmer whenever it appears, just for a second before being greedily sucked in by your warm slit.
â shut up. donât talk to me, just enjoy the r-ride.â you can feel yourself cringe when he chuckles even harder at your cute stutter. just from a couple of bounces you were already past the brink of being tired, but stubbornness fueled you; you refuse to give in to sylusâ pride.
â why would i want to do that, kitten? i want to hear how you struggle to take me,â his hands that were once behind his head, while radiating that laid back vibe, spring forward to trace the valley between your breasts. salacious gaze soaking up the lewd clockwise motion your boobs bounce in. he leans forward, leaving you no choice but to scramble for steadiness on his broad shoulders; your pleasure stricken face soon turns into a deep frown, the one that sylus loves to provoke. â how your thighs tremble from the stretch, and how youâre gripping me oh so tigââ
â i told you to sit back.â you push at his chest, and his back meets the headboard with a thumpâ a little harsh but itâs nothing compared to what he takes daily. you find the pink bow you once wrapped around his bicep earlier, and pin his wrists together to tie them. to think all of this started over the bow was insane; thatâs what you get for following trends. â next time iâll duct tape your mouth too.â
â yeah?â he whispers, dick twitching from its confinement in your walls. unsurprisingly, heâs getting off to you domming him. again.
â yeah.â during your exchange, your body doesnât stop rocking against him, before you return to your original pace. as the headboard and mattress squeak and shake, so did your hips. you plant your hands on his sturdy pecs, fingernails slightly digging into the stiff muscle while your lower body moves sensually against him.
every pump of his cock, touching your sweet spot and impossibly beyond wrecks through you at full speed. hips steadily rocking against his forcibly still ones with heated eye contact in the mixture. with the way you took control and rode him, he wouldnât mind having sex like this every. single. time.
the pad of your thumb swipes against his bitten lip, pulling it down from his teeth to bring it to your mouth. and distantly, sylus has to chant prayers to not cum on the spot. â mhm. you taste good. donât you like being a good boy for me, sylie?â
good boy? heâll make you eat your words later. right now? heâs too focused on how cute you look, and the immense contentment.
â youâre having fun being in control; maybe iâll let you do this more often. youâd like that, obviously.â each bounce drew pierced sounds from your moaning mouth and slovenly cunt. the tie that will snap making your pleasure heightened was so close but so far away at the same time. thereâs no one else dick that can compare to sylusâ; youâre convinced that he set the sex standards insanely high for you. regardless of the fact, you continue to ride him, blinking through the hot tears threatening to fall from your eyes due to the high of delectation. â but then again, i donât think youâd be able to handle me like this all the time.â
â wanna cum, sylusâŚâ you lick your fingertips, covering them in your salvia before reaching down give your throbbing clit the attention itâs longed for, his favorite sight to watch. whether youâre in doggy, missionary, or cowgirl sylus will always get drunk off the sight of you taking whatâs yours while he gives your needy clit attention, but since his hands are tied you fill in that spot.
â then weâll both cum t-together. just keep doing what you do best.â
his arms strain against the thin fabric. it would barely take a blink of an eye to rip free, but tonight is the night when he will solely give in to your fantasies.
the passion in the room intensifies. your hips roll in tandem. more breathless soundsâ more like screeches all things surrounding him. the pristine pretense of sylus falters. his eyes are now barely opened, his brows are furrowed in need as he constantly fights himself back from overpowering the thin ribbon keeping his arms together.
his eyes trail down to the sight of your expanded pussy around the girth of his base, your finger meeting his gaze as you come up to mix your shared arousal before swiping it over your clit.
and that alone sends sylus to his end.
a guttural grunt rips through the air of your shared bedroom, body tensing and arching forward as the fabric around his wrists snaps with a â swoosh!â sound. â fuck, k-kitten. driving me crazyâŚâ now itâs your turn to laugh at his cute stutter. his arms shoot to grip your hips, unintentionally leaving bruises that he will kiss over. a strangled inhale makes him tip his head back, singing his groans to the ceiling as his hips shallowly buck upward to ride the rest of his high, before they calm to a stop.
thereâs barely a breath but your hips continue their earlier ministrations. â didnât make me cum yet. think you can still take it, my good boy?â
you were officially going to be the death of him.
CALEB â
if there was one word to describe calebâ it would be â meanieâ. whether itâs teasing you for burning food, or rather making you squirm and tense underneath him.
â looks like she missed me, huh pips?â caleb characteristically comments. his eyes arenât on you, and he wasnât waiting for your response. he was talking to your pussy instead. his mouth stops just before it makes contact with your sodden lips, but fuck. how you wish he would finally shut up and do what youâve been yearning for, but he wonât, not yet because who is caleb if he isnât extremely talkative, much to your dismay.
his thumb emerges to part your folds, pressing down firmly then traveling up to your clit where he gives it a ghost touch before stopping again to make travel towards your aching hole. there, is where he barely pushes the tip of his thumb in. â clenching around nothing while your clit is twitching at me. mmm, fuck⌠did i miss this.â
â caleb⌠can you stop talking to my pussy like a weirdo and eat it, instead?â you sit up to lean back on your elbows, face scrunched and eyes glaring down at the weirdo in question as he rests his cheek against your inner thigh before turning his head slightly to smell the skin there, making goosebumps arise on your flesh. you hate to admit it, but heâs prettyâ painfully so. but itâd be even better if heâd wrap those pretty lips around your equally pretty clit.
â ohhh? is someone jealous iâm not giving her any attention?â
â caleb!â
his tongue departs from his mouth to lick a devastating strip up your pussy; from your hole to your pulsing clit, the action cuts you off from voicing any complaints, all while making eye contact with you. â hmm? didâya say something?â he pauses to lean back, bringing his finger to smear in his spit with your arousal, staining the sheets and your upper inner thighs. the sounds that your mouth and pussy produce are downright nasty and noisy. â couldnât hear you over this louuud pussy. sheâs basically too for me; how cute.â
his words slur; his mouth hasnât even left your clit before he starts talking⌠again. the vibration sends sparks racing up your spine, electric and thrilling. you curve your back into his ministrations, presenting more of your pussy to him you yank his frustratingly hair closer. â less talking and more eating.â
and he moans.
it would be a bold lie if caleb said that he didnât get aroused off by you bossing him around. as if he canât easily overpower you without breaking a sweatâ not that he would ever without your consent. his plush lips feel absolutely divine motioning around your clit. he sucks at your pearl messily, mouth completely drenched in your syrupy slickness opening wide so his tongue can lap at creamy substances pooling out of your pussy. â h-hah, donât fucking stop,â
your body finally relaxes back on the mattress as he doesnât look like heâll pause to open his stupid mouth. while his head guides the movements of his tongue, your hand is still buried in his dark brown hair. you keen depravedly when two of his fingers tickles your slit faintly before dipping in your clingy walls. â yessss, caleb!â
â you taste so good. missed this sâmuch, princess.â he pulls back to watch his fingers fade in your tight walls, strings of saliva connecting his moistened lips to your clit, but all heâs focused on is hitting that spongy spot that leaves you a keening mess, and is he good at it. your back deeply arches, until itâs almost hovering off the bed while he curves and slams his fingers into your sweet spot. â i can tell youâre about to cum, so donât hold back on me. want it all.â
youâre riding his face now, fisting his hair for stability while chasing the pleasure that builds your anticipation. with one more thrust of his fingers paired with the suction on your firm clit, youâre cumming. hard too. â ohhhh, fuck fuck f-fuck! âm cuuumming!â your mind is a hazy blur, thoughts racing but centered on him and how good you feel right now as your whole body goes stiff.
sparks of liquid stream from your climaxing cunt while your cream pushes passes through your clenching walls and onto his awaiting hand. â so messy, pips. this is definitely a first.â he patiently holds back, until your back flops against the mattress with a dull thud, and your heaving breaths soon die down, panting and twitching from the sensitivity and the strength he milked from you.
a slurping sound brings you back to earth. wearily, you look down at caleb, to see him still between your thighs with his fingers in his mouth, now chasing after your lewd essence. â you donât think weâre done, do ya? oh well, i wanna see how much i can make you squirt in one night.â
How to Write a Manipulator (+ Types of Manipulators )
Manipulative characters arenât just âevil and smart.â
The best ones donât look like villains at all.
They feel helpful. Reasonable. Charming.
They make other characters doubt themselves and sometimes the reader too.
Hereâs how to write them so they feel unsettling instead of cartoonish.
1. Manipulators Donât Force, They Nudge
A good manipulator rarely gives direct orders.
They plant ideas and let other people think they came up with them.
They say things like:
âI just thought you should knowâŚâ
âYouâre free to decide, of course.â
âIâd never tell you what to do.â
If your character is openly controlling, theyâre not manipulating â theyâre dominating.
2. They Know Exactly What Someone Wants
Manipulators are observant.
They notice insecurities, unmet needs, guilt, fear, and ambition.
They donât attack weaknesses.
They offer relief from them.
This is why people stay loyal to them long after they shouldâve left.
3. They Always Have Plausible Deniability
The scariest manipulators can always say:
âI didnât mean it like that.â
âYouâre reading too much into it.â
âI was only trying to help.â
They never leave clear fingerprints on their damage.
4. Manipulation Feels Like Safety at First
At the beginning, being around them feels good.
Someone finally understands you
Someone has answers
Someone makes decisions easier
Only later does the character realize how much control theyâve lost.
Types of Manipulators â
The Savior
Makes others dependent by always ârescuingâ them.
If you canât survive without them, theyâve already won.
âWhat would you do without me?â
The Gaslighter
Twists reality until the victim doubts their own memory and emotions.
They donât argue facts â they rewrite them.
âThat never happened.â
âYouâre being dramatic.â
The Guilt-Dealer
Weaponizes kindness and sacrifice.
Everything they do comes with invisible strings.
âAfter everything Iâve done for youâŚâ
The Puppet Master
Rarely acts directly.
Moves people into conflict, then watches from a safe distance.
They donât need power â they create it.
The Victim
Uses vulnerability as a shield.
Any confrontation becomes cruelty.
âI guess Iâm just a terrible person then.â
The Charmer
Wins loyalty through affection, humor, and attention.
By the time people notice the manipulation, theyâre already emotionally attached.
The Moral Authority
Frames control as âwhatâs right.â
Disagreeing with them feels like being unethical or selfish.
âIâm just doing whatâs best for everyone.â
Final Tip . Ë ę°đŹ ⥠ŕťęą Ë .
Manipulators donât think theyâre villains.
They think theyâre necessary.
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sylus ⎠he found your custom-made dildo .á caleb ⎠he's called you in his office with your bunny-ear vibrator .á zayne ⎠he's letting you try out your new seat on his thigh .á xavier ⎠competing with your dildo .á rafayel ⎠you debut a discreet panty vibrator at his party .á
CW â MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), voyeurism, dumbification, thigh riding, semi public stunts, tits play, squirting, overstimulation, gaping, dirty talk
SYLUS QIN â
Sylus never checks the purchases that you swipe with his black card. Youâve bought the most questionable things before to test that out. Which is why, youâre oblivious as to how he finds out about your recent indulgence.
âI must admit Iâm a little hurt,â he drawls, leaning back in his chair, watching you like you're the rarest gem at auction. And oh, what a sight you are, indeedâyour pussy swallowing the toy in eager squelches, thighs trembling because of how long youâve been riding it.
âa custom-made dildo. How did you measure my cock, sweetie?â he quirks a brow, amused. âWith your mouth? Or with your fist?â
You just whine in response, taking the slick smothered length deeper into your sinful walls. He hasnât stopped you from finishing. If anything, heâs been your most keen patronâencouraging you to squeeze that dildo again and again, having you finish till you were dumbified by the synthetic thing.
âgodâsylus, please.â You mumble, hips coming to halt, yet the finger rubbing your clit never ceasing. âI-im sorryâŚâ you whimper, feeling another dull wave of your climax approaching.
âan apology is redundant.â He tells you, finally, finally rising from his seat. âhow about you keep fucking yourself on your⌠plaything for me?â
His weight settles beside you and his warm palms come to squeeze your plush hips, guiding the pace youre already losing control of.
âthere you go⌠slow circles⌠good girl,â he mutters, watching your cunt swallow the dildo whole. âfeel how it pushes up deep inside you when you do that? Stay right there and grind,â
âyes oh-ohh!â You choke on a moan as it rubs your swollen spotâyour pace slowing, thighs burning from overwork. But youâre so close. Itâs right thereânagging at the back of your head. but the strain in your thighs is hinderingâŚ
âc-canât do it âlone,â you look up at him with your glassy eyes.
Sylus cups your face. You lean forward, submitting to his touchâchin resting on his shoulder. You hear him huff a laugh. His fingers trace the curve of your spine, making you shiver under him and hoisting your ass up higher.
He pries the toy away from your fingers, pulling it out of the grip of your trembling walls. You whine in his neck. âsy pleaâoh!â
He thrusts the toy back in you, letting it glide over the overstimulated walls of your cunt. his hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you on your all fours for him while he fucks you with the toy.
Your hand goes down to rub your clit in slow circles. You donât last a second longer. Youâre milking the thick silicone for all itâs got, finally going limp in his arms.
âwas it as good as the original, kitten?â
CALEB XIA â
âI want to watch you cum,â caleb was dead serious when he said that and you shouldnât have taken it with a grain of salt. He was serious when he called you to his office with the toy, serious when made you comfy on his chair and serious when he plugged you full of the silicone device.
âcaleb this is embarrassing!â your thighs press together, as your rabbit vibrator buzzes against two of your sweet spots. Youâre on your knees on calebâs enormous chair, while he stands behind you, watching the way your pussy pulses around the toy.
âitâs only us here, pips,â he tells you simply.
Heat floods your face as the reality of it sinks in. Knees aching, cunt leaking, humiliation curling tight in your stomach.
Your hold on the backrest falters when caleb reaches to keep the toy in place, feeding it back to your hungry cunt. Your walls keep drawing together tighter, pushing the vibrator out of your weeping hole.
you jolt when he pushes it up a notchâevery thought in your head being zapped by the muffled hums of the toy against your sensitive sex.
âfuck honey,â he groans. âlook at how this pretty pussy throbs,â
âd-donât look so intently!â you manage, voice breaking into a whimper despite everything you do to keep quiet.
âyou look even prettier split open on my cock,â he hums, knuckles brushing your folds apart. âbuuut youâve taken a liking to somethin else,â
âi-Iâm sorryââ you add quickly. You donât even have it in you to form the next words. All you can think about is the heavy, delicious pressure building in your lower abdomen.
Seeing you so close to cresting has caleb nearly cumming in his pants. How can he not when he can literally see your pussy lips twitching desperately? Or the way your clit throbs only to shy away from the relentless buzz.
âdonât be. Thisââ he angles the toy deeper to sink further where your g-spot is. âthis is everything,â
You squeal, your entire body tremoring at the force of which your climax approaches.
Calebâs eyes are locked on you as your hole gushes all over his chair and down to the floor, even pushing out the toy with a lewd pop.
âthink you can do this âround my cock next?â
ZAYNE LI â
Your clit catches against the ridge between the synthetic purple petals. More of your honey dribbles down onto the seat. the room is heavy with the scent of your sex and wet squelches as you rub your hungry cunt against the grinder your boyfriend has strapped on his thigh.
Your puffy pussy lips spread open around the little bump has your clit exposed each time the lube-slick petals kiss it.
âz-zaynee,â you gasp, pussy pressing down onto the mound that merely teases your pulsing hole. âneed something in,â
Your hips wiggle, as if the grinder could magically grow a dick to feed your cunt. Dejected, you just whine, hoping Zayne would sink his heavy cock into you.
âwhy donât you cum on this first?â his palm flattens on your lower back, making you arch on his thigh. Your sensitive cunt is practically moulded to the shape of the mound this way. âdidnât you want to test whether or not this was a good purchase?â
You whimper in response.
âsince you clearly want something else, let me help.â With that, his lips latch around your nipple, suckling it in deep and slow.
âhah! Ye-yeah. Okay,â your voice is broken sob. His hand on your lower back goes south, two of his fingers circling your sticky entrance. You clutch both his shoulders, eyes fluttering shut as you rock faster nowâpace all over the place.
âyouâre soaking this, darling,â he mutters around your nipple, words making his teeth scrape against your sensitive skin. âI almost wish it was my cock instead,â
The tip of his finger dipsânot fullyâjust enough to make your honey-soaked walls pathetically try to pull it in. your ass pushes back in an attempt to have him give you the rest of itâonly to have him pull back and go back to circling your entrance, leaving you with the mere tantalising thought of what-if.
Youâre riding his thigh like your life depends on it, fast, rough grinds. Wet shlicks echo around the room. Zayneâs hand pries your dewy lips to have your clit trapped on the mound. Both his hands come to your hips now, grinding your body onto his thighâslow and precise, while his mouth keeps pulling and puuulling your nipple deeper into his mouth.
âo-ohh oh yes!â you go ragdoll above him, clinging to him as you inch closer to your climax. And it doesnât take a lot. you finish with a loud sob, clenching around nothing.
âcock next right?â you dont bother waiting to come down from that high.
XAVIER SHEN â
âxavierââ you whine as he pulls the toy out of you, the translucent string of your arousal still clinging to it. He spreads your cum-sticky folds with his fingers, exposing your quivering hole. Heâs got you spread beneath you, thighs parted and leaving your puffy pussy for his observation.
âstrange,â he murmurs to himself as the fat head of his cock breaches your sex. âyour pussy wants this more.â He claims, his lips puckering in a small pout.
The entire session of him using your toys on you had somehow evolved into a competition between the dildo and him.
âno-noâhic!â his cock fills you slowly, stretching your walls impossibly farther than the toy ever could. a pathetic whimper slips past your lips when he starts moving.
The bed frame creaks behind you, as he keeps ploughing your gummy walls.
âno?â he huffs. âthen why does your cunt keep pulsing for it even when itâs gone?â he spreads your thighs wider, bringing the toy back to your cunt, gliding it between your folds.
he slaps it twice against your clit, only to replace his cock back with it.
He keeps alternating fucking you with your dildo and then with his cockâuntil your head is spinning and your pussy is being bullied into moulding to different sizesâto the point where thereâs no telling what youâre being filled with.
Each thrust feels distinct. Yet each drive into your hole hits the spot that makes you see stars with lethal precision. Youâre finishing around nothing and everything all at once. He doesnât grant you the mercy of anything unmovingâto have something to pulse around as you hit your high with a choked cry.
âi-I donât!â you say finally, teeth digging into your lower lip to stop your moans from spilling. He gives you a punishing thrust and then he pulls out.
Your hole gapes, your walls pushing out more of your sweet juices. Heâs in awe at the sightâit makes his own cock leak out warm pre from his swollen tip. Xavierâs finger pushes into you, circling to map out the pussy heâs so unreservedly stretched.
âsee? It stays open when itâs me,â you follow his gaze. And then huff out a tired laugh.
âxavierâŚâ you gently pull the toy out of his hand. âitâs because youâre way bigger,â
ââŚoh,â
Heâs plunging back into you.
RAFAYEL QI â
Seeing a sea of crowd at his party should have you questioning your choices. But you donât. not when you have your eyes on rafayel across the room, and your clit pressed snug against the panty vibratorâattempting to keep your face as straight as you can while throes of pleasure bloom through your body.
Youâre failing badly to contain yourself. Your thighs press tighter together, urging you to lean against the closest surface. You see rafayel beckoning you to go to him.
âyouâre very bad at hiding this, cutie,â he tilts his head with a bright smile. You just huff at him. he isnât turning the vibrator off at all. It has been buzzing between your syrupy folds with the same incessant frequency.
He steps closer, trapping you between a wall and himâhiding your pleasure glazed face from the bustle behind him.
âif only I could have two of my fingers inside you right now,â he leans inâsearing breath against your ear. âyouâd clamp on them so tightâcanât wait to feel you,â
The zaps turn up a notch.
ârafaâplease!â You squeak, knees nearly buckling. He chuckles lowly, holding you up.
âyou canât do better than this? Guess I have no choice but to whisk you awayâŚâ
youâre backed against a wall in a sequestered corner. Your swollen tits are out in the cool of the ac. his mouth draws your nipple into his mouth while you press a hand over your own to suppress your needy sounds.
He lodges his knee between your thighs, keeping them apartânudging the vibrator to rest right against your poor, sensitive clit.
âdonât you worry, baby.â he tugs your nipple with his teeth, making your voice break into a whimper. âIâll fill you up sooo well once weâre home,â
âyou want it, donât you?â his tongue darts out to flick the other nipple while your cunt keeps soaking your panties. âsomething to stretch your needy pussy out? youâd be split on my cock in no time,â
ânghâbeing so mean,â you whine, body tremoring because of how close you are to being obliterated by your orgasm. he just huffs out a laugh.
his words ringing in your ears push you closer and closer to your high. your mouth waters at the images he keeps feeding your mushy brain. the voices outside dissolve. one grind of his knee against your pussy makes your voice break into a sob as you shatter, walls clamping around nothing in tight pulses.
