omgg do you make the dividers yourself? theyre so so pretty
Hi! First of all thank you so much, I’m glad you like them!
So for the dividers below, these are basically all handmade — the bows and pearls are recolored but everything else is made by me! These take me a very long time 😭
For these style dividers, which is what I usually do, it’s a mix of both. I use a lot of pngs and make them, but sometimes I incorporate elements of ‘handmade’ designs if the divider calls for it!
Either way, all dividers on my page are and have been made by me in some way or another <3
Sometimes I need to do a lot of editing to a png if it’s missing something, cropped in half, missing an element, etc. and basically ‘hand make’ the element it’s missing, if that makes sense. Like my blog theme (the dolls) a lot of the PNGs I had were cut off at the dolls ankles or legs, so I had to edit a leg from another photo to the one I want, etc. lol. A lot of the flourish (sparkle tails, pearl designs, etc) are PNGs and handmade stuff. And some other little things I can’t think of rn lol.
𑣲 synopsis he insists on handling his rut alone. pfft. as if.
𑣲 pairing alpha!LADS men x omega!reader
𑣲 warnings MDNI. unprotected sex (p in v), knotting, breeding, oral (m n f receiving), mating press, squirting, overstimulation, marking, biting, mentions of bonding.
𑣲 nya's note 1.2k special! um no, jk. i do have something planned tho. this, however, has been a wip since foreeever. god, i hope i delivered wtv ya'll expected from the fic. enjoy!
秦彻 SYLUS QIN
“you have me and you choose to sink in an ice bath?”
Sylus is flushed. Heavy body in a tub full of frozen water. He sucks in a breath at your forced entry like you stink. Rude.
“I’ll be fine, sweetie.” He tries to sound smooth but the words are forced. “nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” he’s panting. Fine, your ass. You frown at him.
“you didn’t tell me.” you hate how your own voice shudders. “you think I can’t handle it? Handle you”
His expression hardens at that. “I’m not—hngh—doubting your ability in any way.” He grips the edge of the tub, knuckles going white. “your safety is just not something I play with.”
“and neither should you.” He turns away, forcing himself to breathe slow. “now go.”
You exhale sharply and shed your pants, a foot already dipping into the chilly water—
“an adamant one, aren’t you?” he lets out a huff of amusement, stopping you mid-motion with his evol.
He rises. a thick wave of his pheromones fills the room, and you nearly whimper at how hard it hits straight to your core.
your eyes drink in all his naked glory. He stumbles, making you reach for him. his eyes meet yours. You can see the way his core tightens in restraint.
“I can’t promise gentleness tonight, kitten.” Is that supposed to be bad?
Ever since he’s put you on the bed, he hasn’t stopped kissing and biting and licking every inch of your neck. He’s especially needy. No. fuckin feral. He’s marking you like a territory.
His tongue licks a hot stripe behind your ear, making your fingers curl in his hair. Your thighs part to accommodate your big boy, letting him grind his weeping cock against your slit, slipping so perfectly between your folds, to your clit and back down to tease your sopping hole.
You’re dripping so much, you can feel how slippery it feels each time his hips meet yours.
“p-please…” you try to push him away to get him to just sink into you already.
He pulls away with a low grumble. Wordlessly, he obliges. He hooks his hand under your knee, lifting your leg up—close to his mouth. He places a kiss on the inside of your thigh, and then licks a sinful stripe over the spot.
“sylus ple—ah!” his teeth sink into your flesh, making sure to leave a mark. Without a warning, he’s diving straight for your cunt. Tongue coming out to lap all your love juices hungrily—nose rubbing against your clit, inhaling your sweet scent.
“just begging me to breed you—” he groans, gathering your slick with his fingers and drinking it up. “should I give in to these instincts?” his eyes darken as he slips a finger in—barely. He’s gone, really. The question means nothing. Still, how can one manage to be an asshole even in this state?
He crawls up to hover over you, caging you in with his broad arms. “answer me.” but the fat head of his cock is already breaching your quivering hole.
“y-yes. yes sy—” he pushes into you, forcing your cunt open for him. he buries himself fully, rumbling deep in his chest at the way your walls welcome him with an obscene squelch.
His pheromones engulf you.
There’s no break. No breather. His pace is ruthless. Angled up—straight to your g-spot—dragging over each inch of your gummy walls. They cling pathetically to him, keeping him in, sucking him deeper and deeper.
“holymmff—uck!”
your tongue lolls out as he shifts you, making his cock sink farther—enough to kiss the rim of your cervix.
The sudden jab to your deepest, most forbidden spot has you grasping you’ve been folded like fuckin laundry. A mean mating press—knees alll the back to your ears.
You feel it in your stomach. You’re probably bulging where he ends. “as greedy as I—hah!—am.” He murmurs, his hips still unrelenting.
“look at how deep—fuuck, kitten.” His thumb traces the outline of him, poking at your lower tummy. his broad palm presses his down without warning, timing it with his cock screwing into you deeper, making you wail in ecstasy.
“issomuch! mmh too deepnggh—!”
Your eyes cross as he keeps you like that, forcing your stomach down to make you wrap around him tighter. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles on it—the heel of his palm still locked in place. It’s all too much. Your orgasm rriips through you.
“i—I’m cumming—oh please!” your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Your toes curl so tight as your body freezes, back arched like a bow. Your pussy really, really squuueeezes his cock, pulsing as you ride your high.
“fuckin hell—so tight—” he doesn’t finish that sentence. Or maybe he does and you don’t hear because the only sound ringing in your ears is how his hips move again, making your juices spill out and form a decadent translucent ring round his base.
Your overstimulated pussy is being bullied into opening for him again. your walls flutter around him, still so obedient.
“it’s a lo—ngh—ot” you coo so prettily, making his dick jump in you.
“keep up with me.” he mumbles, his palm cupping your face, leaving your poor throbbing clit alone. You’re floating. Far too wrecked to respond. You don’t know if your mouth hangs open silently or if you’re babbling shit until—
“hic wha-what…” you look down. sylus is grinding slow and deep. You swear you feel him get bigger. “sy-sylus you’re—” you instinctively try to shift but he grips your hips, holding you in place.
“stay still. You’re going to take my knot tonight, sweetie.” He rasps out, restraining himself from fucking his swell into you.
He gives you one last grind—emptying in you, feeding your womb hot ribbons of cum. But he doesn’t pull out. He’s only swelling.
“s’so big—” your hips wiggle a little, pussy quivering to adjust around the knot that’s swelled to it’s maximum. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes at the burn
“stop squirming.” He hisses, eyes squeezed shut, keeping you on his knot. “relax.”
He distracts you with a kiss, swallowing all your whimpers. It’s deep and soft. Making you melt immediately.
“good.” He breathes, wiping a tear away. “my good girl.”
He kisses your brow once. “you can take another.”
夏以昼 CALEB XIA
Please please please
He’s begged you a hundred times over in his mind. Ever since that night you spent together, caleb can’t stop thinking about bonding. Marking you. Fuck, it’s messed up, really. You had spent one night and known each other your whole life.
Truth be told, he’d been thinking about this ever since he manifested as an alpha. But this time, his rut is making him lose his damn mind over it.
Should he ask you? were you ready for that commitment? He’d already knotted you and god thinkin bout that still makes him go rock hard in his pants.
But this is a lot, right?
“caleb. Seriously. How long are you going to hide in there?” you don’t wait for a reply. You know there isn’t going to be one. Lucky for you, you know how to break into his room.
“you—” he groans, his hands slapping over his nose to cover it. What the fuck? You climb on the bed next to him and without a wasting a second crash your lips against his.
He resists at first but oh once he melts into it? He’s a whimpering mess.
He flips you on your back in seconds. “baby. You do realise im in rut, right?” he mutters, face in your neck, licking your pulse like a puppy. “Im not in my senses… I just—fuck are you sure you want me like this?”
You let out an exasperated sigh at his question, hand finding his bulge, palming him through his pants. God… he’s soaked them.
He groans above you and pulls your hand away, pulling it to his lips, kissing and licking your knuckles. His other hand reach down to your pants, shucking them off you.
You back arches at his touch. You didn’t notice it before but your body is trembling at the way his pheromones saturate around you.
“dripping.” He grunts, thumb plunging into your slick hole and pulling more strings of warm arousal out. “is it because of my pheromones?” he withdraws his thumb and sucks it clean, groaning at the way your taste melts on his tongue. “or because you know how thorough im gonna breed ya?”
Fuck. You visibly gulp at the delicious idea he feeds you.
He doesn’t waste more time. he’s already lining up against your puffy lips, slapping his cock to your clit once before sliding in slow, savouring the way your tight walls welcome him greedily.
“mnghh fuckin perfect…” he whimpers as he bottoms out. Only, he doesn’t stay too long. He’s lifting your thigh up, angling his hips perfectly and already giving you a deep stroke.
“ca-cayy!” you whine, hips writhing to get him deeper.
“y’want me deeper? Hm?” caleb leans forward, coaxing you to look at him while you lose your mind on his big dick. “whaaat a greedy pussy.”
He hikes your thigh higher to rest it on his shoulder and leans back down, making you bend in half for him.
Your toes curl as he begins pounding into you. and its nowhere close to gentle. His cock keeps slamming into your leaky cunt, spearing it open for him. your stomach throbs with hot pleasure.
“im going to cum, pips.” He warns, lips trailing down your neck to the spot where your scent is the strongest. He resists the urge to sink his teeth in. “ngh god—you like it huh? You just clamped so tight ‘round me. like the idea of your caleb filling you with his cum?”
His thrusts get sharper. Angled so tight to hit your sweet spot that has you clawing his back.
“y-yes—yes! need it so bad—oh?!” his thumb finds your clit, pressing down on it as he empties into you, pace stuttering only for a moment, until he’s pumping all that thick load back into your eager hole that swallows up every drop he gives.
“’course you do.” He chuckles, mauling his hips into yours—despite having finished—driving his thick head deeper into your cum-painted walls. “look at how you keep pullin me in.”
He sucks a spot at your neck, priming it for his mark that he now knows is inevitable thanks to your slutty pussy squeezing him hungrily.
He tickles your nub, pushing you closer to the edge, cock so relentlessly pounding your walls into the shape of him.
“want more?” he finally asks, unable to hold back anymore. He’s so close. His tightened balls keep slapping against your ass each time he drills into you. “want me to mark you?”
A shiver runs down your spine despite your brain being turned into mush. Your pussy speaks for you in obscene squelches and greedier pulls of his cockhead to kiss your womb.
“mm ye-yeah—”
He sucks the spot he’s licked raw, before sinking his teeth into your flesh. Sharp pain blooms in your neck. You yelp, thrashing a little against him but he holds you down, making you take it.
His fingers rub tight circles on your clit, distracting you from the pain. He pulls away, hips slowing to admire his mark on you.
“caleb I’m gonna cum-please…” you whimper, hips moving to meet his. One grind to your magical spot has you ascending into the astral realm. You almost black out by how hard you cum, milking his cock more.
“fuck. Atta girl…” he grunts, dazed, balls soo close to exploding at the sight of you marked by him.
His pace turns impatient. Your moans turn into whines and squeals as he overstimulates your utterly used hole.
“one more baby.” He wipes a tear from your cheek.
沈星回 XAVIER SHEN
A fever? You know that was bullshit the second you heard it from captain jenna. You could smell his pheromones that bled through your windows this morning. You’d thought you were imagining it but apparently not.
Jenna lets you go earlier that day.
And you head straight to his place. The door isn’t locked. The scent hits you the moment you step inside, thick and almost suffocating. It curls into your lungs, makes your pulse stutter. You’re already feeling it by the time you reach his bedroom.
He’s sprawled across the bed, blankets tangled beneath him, hair damp against his forehead. he seems to be asleep…
“you…” he mumbles drowsily. “hey.”
Hey??
“are you okay?” you sit beside him.
“mmhm. Just a fever.” he sighs, eyes still closed. You reach for his forehead. He is burning up but again. can be because of his rut. His hand clasps around your wrist, startling you, xavier pulls it against his nose, inhaling deeply and visibly melting into it.
“you smell s’good.” His tongue darts out, licking at your pulse, sucking a mark there.
Yep. Definitely rut.
“xavier.” He looks up, sleepy eyes darkened with desire now. “scoot over. I’m gonna help you.”
He makes space for you, pulling you close the minute you get in bed. “your scent… I think its making the fever worse.”
“you’re in rut, xavi.” You pull his face to meet yours, lips trailing over the corner of his mouth. He mumbles an “oh” against your lips, before softly kissing you. slow at first, then deeper. His pheromones are different today. They’re pulling you into a lull. Just like he is.
“you’ll help me?” he is delirious. Eyes droopy yet blown out at your scent. Like hed pounce on you the minute you turn your back to him. “mmkay…”
His pheromones curl around you, slithering up your body, making you hot for him.
His hand captures your thigh, pulling it over his stomach, making you part for his fingers. They trail along the damp spot of your panties. “you smell sweet here.” he mutters.
God, does he even remember his name anymore?
His fingers slip into your panties, sinking into the warm mess of your hole. He pumps them once, groaning softly. “so soft.” He whispers, pulling his fingers out to watch the way your slick dribbles down his knuckles.
Your cunt spasms around nothing at the sight of him like this. You can’t help it. You pull his cock out, pumping it once before you straddle him.
“is this okay?” you ask softly. He nods, lining his cock with your entrance.
“let me in you.”
You do. You sink on him, making him gasp and let out a broken sound. He grips your hips, making you stay like that. He grinds up, instantly finding your swollen spot nestled in your syrupy walls.
“you’re swallowing my cock.” The way he says it sounds like sin itself. His eyes are glued to where you’re connected, watching the way your pussy pulls him in greedily.
His eyes don’t leave the place where you’re joined, pupils blown wide, chest rising too fast beneath you. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your hips.
“f-feel so full,” you murmur, rolling your hips just enough to make him shudder, making your sweet spot grind against his leaky cockhead.
A broken sound slips from his throat. He thrusts up instinctively, shallow at first. Your walls flutter around him, warm and honey-slicked, clenching like they know him.
“D-don’t,” he pants, head dropping back into the pillow. “I won’t be able to hold my—ngh—self.”
“That’s kind of the point,” you say softly, threading your fingers through his hair, grounding him even as his pheromones spike again.
He groans, low and helpless, and then his hips snap up harder, cock dragging slow and deep inside you. You gasp, hands bracing on his shoulders as the movement knocks the air from your lungs.
There it is. The rut taking over. He flips you, back hitting the soft mattress.
He sets a rhythm. A desperate one, every thrust chasing your depth. His scent thickens with each roll of his hips, flooding the room until it feels like you’re breathing him in with every inhale.
“hah—you’re r’lly deeeep…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut.
“you’re so warm inside,” he murmurs, lips dragging along your throat.
You rock back against him, meeting each thrust, letting him sink as deep as he wants into your gluttonous cunt.
“Xavi,” you breathe, feeling the way he twitches inside you, the way his control is fraying. “need you to cum in me.”
That breaks him. his cock throbs with need within you, each angry vein massaging your gummy walls.
“mmh you’ll take all my cum, right?” you bite back a sob as his cock drives straight into your g spot. “lemme breed this pretty pussy full?”
He bucks into you sharply, a strangled moan spilling out as his cock throbs inside you.
“y-yes god! All of it—please!” you babble incoherently as you get every sane thought pounded out of your head, only left with the feeling of being stretched so wide as he keeps your impaled on his thick cock.
His thumb finds your clit, and it only makes you pulse and squeeze him harder.
“cu-cum for me.” he grunts, thrusts turning sloppy. Your core tightens as you finish with a silent cry. He isn’t far behind.
He empties in you with a shudder, spurting and spurting endless ribbons of cum, fucking them into you and finally plugging you full with his cock.
“lemme give you another.”
祁煜 RAFAYEL QI
The way Thomas was acting confirmed something wasn’t right with rafayel. Because since when did he stop freaking out over rafayel being a no-show at his own exhibition?
You were light-footed when you entered his studio. Yet he sensed you anyway. “how incompetent.” He hisses through his teeth.
Rafayel is curled fetal on the floor, shirt off, sweat glistening on his back. “Thomas blabbed, didn’t he?”
“no. im a genius.” You retort, finding your place beside him. he’s panting, lips parched with dehydration. Shit. This is bad. He’s dazed…
“rafayel… don’t say no—”
“no. nope. Nada. Lea—ngh.” He cuts himself off to inhale deeply and hold his breath. “please. I’m not myself. I can’t stop it when you smell so sweet, cutie.”
His eyes are squeezed shut now, nose crinkled in restraint. Fuck you really have an itch for this, don’t you.
It’s why you lean forward, lips slowly grazing his sweat slick neck, gently nibbling over his pulse. A moan rips from his throat. In one swift motion, he’s pulled you over him. “this is a bad, bad choice, miss bodyguard.” He chuckles darkly, eyes flitting to your lips. “you’re as dumb as a goldfish.”
You want to laugh at that but his pheromones drown you, making a sharp pressure shoot in your lower stomach. “raf-rafayel…” you gasp, feeling yourself gush at that.
He groans deep when he scents it, lifting the both of you off the floor and padding impatiently to the bedroom. He drops on the bed with you on him, hands quickly finding purchase on your waist to undo your pants.
His hips lift, the tent in his boxers, aching to be freed. And god you do. His long cock springs out, slapping against his abs.
“do you know…” he murmurs, as he peels your pants off you, along with your panties to leave you on display for him. “that I can smell each drop of slick you leak?”
You can see it too, see it pooling over his hips, warm string of arousal joining you two. He gathers it with his fingers, making sure his palm is coated in your essence and then he smears it over his cock, groaning deep in his throat. It mixes with the precum he keeps dribbling at the sight of you leaking on him.
Rafayel brings his palm to his mouth, licking a broad stripe. He hums in delight. “your turn to taste.”
He brings your hand down to his cock. You get what he means. You crawl down his body, lips latching onto his sensitive tip. “mnghh good… go allll the way down.” you taste your musky essence with his salty pre.
Your tongue swirls once before you take him deeper down your throat. His fingers come to wipe a tear from your cheek, trailing lower to the corner of your mouth.
He traces the tight stretch of your mouth around him, wet with your juices and spit. “your pussy looks just as pretty stretched around my cock.” He muses to himself, before pulling your mouth off him.
You gasp, panting for air. He lets you take a breath before his lips crash onto yours, tongue licking away all that you just slurped off his dick. “mmhh taste so good…”
Already impatient, you line him up with you. “rafayel just—”
“uh uh uhhh.” He angles his hips so his cock slips between your folds instead of in you. you whine at that. “you’re here to help. And you didn’t even bother asking me what I wanted.”
Is he honestly teasing you right now? Still, your cunt flutters at that. He smirks. Asshole. He probably smelled it.
“get on your stomach.” His voice dips. You don’t waste a moment. You’re arched for him so beautifully that it makes his cock jump. “I want… to be deep in you. right at your womb when I cum in you.”
You choke on a moan at his words and at his weight that slowly descends over you. his cock slips between your folds, coating his tip with your juices again. “you’ll help me with that, won’t you, cutie?”
He sinks into you, slowly pushing your walls apart to open for him. “rafa—mnghh…” your eyes roll back. You bury your face in the pillow beneath you, arching further to accommodate his huge length.
“now.” He starts thrusting. Shallow but intense. Your clit rubs against the sheets beneath you, making your thighs tense and quiver as he begins to pound into you. “where is it…”
He thrusts deeper at each stroke. His hand slips under your stomach to lift your hips for him, allowing him to reach the depths of your pulsating walls.
He’s drilling into you. tip rubbing against your g spot and way past it. “rafayel please!”
The depth is maddening. Your toes curl tight as he hits deeper and deeper—
“ahfuckk—!?” the fat head of his cock reaches the end of you.
“there she is.” He murmurs behind you. rafayel kisses your neck as he starts grinding into your cervix, making you delirious with molten pleasure. Your cunt spasms around him, milking his cock for warm cum.
“mm you want this too, cutie?” his fingers find your clit now.
“ohgod—it’s too much!” you whimper, yet pushing your hips back to grind against him. your hand finds his but he just pulls it away to pin it against your back.
He gives you a slow, punishing grind, right against a deep, forbidden spot that has your gushing around him with a broken sob. “fuck fuuuuck raf—” you can’t stop spraying all over his sheets.
“cutie. You’re gunna make me cum.” He moans, hips stuttering. Another spasm of your cunt has him losing the last bit of his sanity.
“hngh you want it, don’t you? want my cum?” Wet plaps of skin against skin fill the room as he really starts pounding you hard enough to bruise your cervix at each hit. “want me to paint your so walls white that your pussy stays branded?”
You wail at that, mumbling yeses despite your pussy being so overstimulated. He finishes in you with a long groan, shooting every drop of his load right into your hungry womb.
Just like he promised.
黎深 ZAYNE LI
“Leave.”
“please…” his voice quakes, muffled through the door. Ever since Zayne spent that night with you, he’s been avoidant. Distant. and you’re not stupid. You know exactly why. His pheromones shoved you straight into heat last time. Now he’s the one in rut… and the effect his scent could have on you is anyone’s guess.
Ignoring his protests, you open the door—only to be met with a humid presence of his raging pheromones. the effect is immediate. One breath and your belly throbs with heat. Your knees give for a moment. But you gather yourself.
Zayne is hunched on the bed, breath stuttering, snowflakes drifting lazily around him. Frost trails up the sides of his neck and blooms across his forearms.
“y-you never listen, do you?” he sighs in defeat, sucking in a breath and holding it in.
You stand in front of him, hooking a finger under his chin and lifting it up. His eyes are glazed with unadulterated desire. And fear. “I’m going to help you.”
he isn’t in the right mind to argue. If anything, his cock jumps at your voice alone.
“fine.” He hisses through his teeth. He pulls you to sit on him.
He feels hotter. And his scent is making you lightheaded and warm. Your pussy keeps clenching around nothing at each wave of essence he lets out.
You can’t hold back anymore. Your hands fumble with his zipper, finally pulling his long, pretty pink cock out. Fuck. All those angry veins running up to his thick leaky head has you drooling on it. Your pussy clenches around emptiness in response.
You’re caught in a trance. Of course, you are—as you pump it once. Twice. Covering his head with your palm to gather his juices and smearing them over his stupidly large dick. You draaaag your hand back up, making more of his precum dribble out.
He twitches under you, grunting low. “hngh—stop teasing.” He looks up, flushed. “just—sit on it.”
You let him go to undress. You feel a dull ache in your stomach. Maybe his pheromones were inviting your heat.
He whimpers when you finally sink on him. the warm tight clamp of your pussy has him nearly passing out from ecstasy. It’s a stretch. It has been long after all.
Your tight little hole is struggling to take him yet greedily swallowing every fat inch you feed yourself. You can’t take him to the hilt. Yet.
Still, you rock on whatever is stuffing you full.
“ohfuck, zay—give-give me a moment…” you breathe, trying to relax around him but your pussy just keeps shamelessly fluttering around him like a desperate little thing. His eyes are squeezed shut. The last semblance of his control is leaving his body at every centimetre of your hot walls he feels.
“take a deep breath.” He murmurs, hands gripping your ass.
“wha—” he doesn’t let you finish. his cock drives into you in one long thrust, filling you up to the brim. “ohh?! Mmhh—!” your voice cracks and you see stars in a closed room.
“is—s’deepmmhh.” You slur, drunk on his cock.
“forgive—ngh—me.” he pulls out, only to bottom out again. he’s pounding into you now. Relentlessly delving into your slick mess over and over again, molding your tight little cunny to the shape of his thick length.
Your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, holding yourself up as he angles perfectly to hit your magical spot buried deep in your walls.
You’re choking his cock with your syrupy cunt and it’s too much.
“i—” he starts, pace never slowing. “I can’t.” he snags. Your eyes snap open.
“I’m going to knot you at this ra—nnhgg—.” His jaw tightens at the way you grip him like a vice at his words.
“don’t run from it.” You whisper, bouncing on him, using it to massage your swollen spot. His pheromones fume at this. His eyes squeeze shut, still fucking you deep from below.
“cum around me. I need—” he lets out a groan when his fingers rub your clit. “need to feel it.”
His pace is frantic. Your poor pussy can barely keep up with the way he drills into you so fucking perfectly.
Your eyes go white as you cum. He doesn’t stop. Zayne keeps grinding that thickness into your cunt, ruuubbing your sweet spot, making your orgasm hit you wave after wave.
“Zayne—! hic s’toomuch.” Your g-spot is still being bullied mercilessly by his tip. You’re spasming around him, choking his cock with every pulse, gripping and gripping and—
“I’m going to pu—hah—out.” He attempts to lift you off but you sink back down on his cock. “it—I’m going to knot you.” it’s a plea. A warning.
He’s already almost there. You can feel the way his cock kicks so eagerly in you, fighting against the constraints of your gooey walls, spreading them to make space for his knot.
“knot me, then.” You mutter, thighs moving to fuck him, take him deeper into you.
He groans deep before burying his face in your neck. His own hips move, absolutely shattering your rhythm. He slams into you once before he’s spilling into you. ropes of warm cum fill you, painting your honey-soaked walls white.
And then you feel it. “hah—i—it’s…” he whimpers into your neck as the knot locks you down on him, stretching you so far you feel split open, stuffed full of heat and pressure that you feel in your throat. And it burns. Fuck it buurns. In the best possible way But it keeps swelling.
“Zayne it’s—a—ngh lot!” fuck. Your cunt flutters around him, instinctively tightening even as it struggles to stretch around the huge swell plugging you full.
His fingers find your clit again, rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive bud. “try… try to relax around it,” he murmurs, rocking the knot deeper into place with slow, coaxing motions.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your hair, apologizing between kisses, voice shaking, hands soothing as your tight little cunt twitches and spasms around the knot. “after that night… all I could think about was breeding you. like this.” he admits and it only makes you moan in response.
The pressure builds unbearably, until it crests again—
Your body clenches around him in another sudden orgasm, pulsing obscenely around the knot, milking more cum from him straight into your overstretched, already-full womb.
Summary: While attempting to summon Sylus the fiend, a mistake in your summoning glyph leads to unexpectedly pleasurable consequences.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, slight dubcon, major Sylus myth spoilers, fem reader implied, oral (f receiving), PiV, biting, blood drinking, drawing blood, demonic rituals, fingering, prone bone, reader is restrained, pet names: beloved, my lady, countess (3.6k wc)
A/N: I love summoning gone wrong fics + after being torn to shreds by Sylus’ 3rd myth — this fic idea came to me in a dream. I borrowed plot points and quotes from the myth in addition to changing/adding a few things. Enjoy!
It was 2:50 am and you were dead tired.
But your determination held fast as you continued to copy the ritual glyph from the book held in your hands. With your deadline — the witching hour — fast approaching, you were rushing. This combined with your tired state made you sloppy and resulted in one mistake in your glyph that you failed to notice in the waning light of the flickering candelabra illuminating your manor’s attic.
By 2:58 am you finished drawing the summoning glyph before pulling out your knife and reciting the chant you knew by heart. The sting of the knife cutting into your palm was unpleasant, but this was the price you were willing to pay to summon the formidable and ominous fiend, Sylus. You needed him to reach the Sacredcore and rid yourself of the Rosedream Plague. You outlived your immediate family, friends, and everyone you have ever known. Most people would covet immortality, but when it came with such a hefty and painful trade off — you yearned for the fragility of human mortality as the decades passed you by.
As the crimson droplets seeped into the lines of your glyph you held your breath in anticipation for his appearance. You readied your uninjured hand with a defensive glyph to protect yourself in case Sylus wanted to fight before he bowed to your will. But the adrenaline slowly drained from your muscles as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened.
You swallowed down the lump in your throat as bitter disappointment enveloped you. How had this not worked? You researched for months into summoning Sylus, poured over countless tomes, consulted with multiple mages and downed innumerable foes to ensure that you got this moment right.
For a normal mage, attempting this ritual would be an act of sheer folly but you were confident that the magical prowess you honed over years of roaming this plane was sufficient to summon a fiend of his caliber. The anger coursing through your veins was not enough to override your tired mind, so with a huff, you stomped back downstairs to your bedroom and fell asleep within a few seconds of your body hitting your sheets.
As you slept the summoning glyph upstairs lit up, illuminating the entire room before falling back dormant.
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You have always had strange dreams since you contracted the Rosedream Plague. But you could tell that this one was different because you were lying on a soft bed of rose petals, clothed in an almost see through night dress that cut off just above your knees. Your surroundings looked hazy, and you felt a warm ache in your loins that has eluded you since the pain from your curse had intensified. You distantly heard the swish of wings flapping as a figure descended from above.
The new arrival remained silent as they stalked closer towards you. The mist did nothing to mask their piercing red eyes, and your heart rate increased in tempo as you sat up. When he emerged from the mist, you could not help but admire your dream’s intruder.
The smug smile stretched across his lips did nothing to diminish his many attractive features. He was tall, easily towering over you as he came to stand at the foot of your rose bed. His four wings, previously spread out as he descended, were now folded close to his body. He was dressed impeccably, so much so that if you spotted him on the street, you would have mistaken him for a Count. And his tail bone length hair was captivating. You longed to run your hands through it if given the chance. As you finish the perusal of your still silent guest, you are unable to ignore how aroused you’ve become.
Attempting to distract yourself, you clear your throat and try to think of something to say. Your dream visitor chooses now to break the heady silence.
“You used your blood as bait. I hope you’re prepared to become my feast.”
A shudder wracked your body as the low timber of his voice washed over you like a wave.
“Are you Sylus?” you asked lowly.
He looked down on you as his eyes slowly raked over your figure. Then, he snapped his fingers. Once he did so, you are compelled to lie down. And as hard as you tried, you were unable to will your muscles to move again. His surprisingly soft locks brushed against your body through your night dress, and you shuddered as he straddled you.
He grabbed your chin to make your eyes meet his before he spoke again.
“Who else would I be? You’re the one who awakened me after all.”
Although you could not move, you were thankfully still able to speak.
“W-why did you not appear when I summoned you?”
Sylus chuckled before stealing a kiss from your lips.
He draped himself over your body, making sure you felt the firm press of his erection on your tummy before whispering into your left ear.
“Because you made a mistake.”
You let out a pathetic whimper at the feel of his length through the barely there barrier that was your night dress. If you had control over your limbs, you would be squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of this tension.
“If I made a mistake, then why are you here?”
He pulled away from your ear and held your gaze. The smile your query resulted in was maddening. You were able to catch a flash of what appeared to be fangs, and it added further fuel to the heat of the arousal roaring in your tummy.
“Being summoned like this is a first for me, but you’re bright. I’ll let you figure it out for yourself. For now, I need to collect my payment. I am…starved.”
You weren’t able to question him further before he captured your lips in a wet, messy kiss. He lightly nipped your bottom lip in his fervor and groaned at the sweet taste of your blood. Seeming incensed, he lapped up the blood before his tongue invaded your mouth. You wrestled against the invasion and tangled your tongue with his for what seemed like an hour. And when your moans began to seep into his mouth, he pulled back to trail kisses down your body.
“What are you doing? I summoned you for help, not to bed me.”
As Sylus reached your breast, he paused briefly to say, “You will get your help, but I need to be fed.”
When he enveloped one of your nipples into his warm mouth — through your night dress — all thoughts of questioning him further left your mind. You swore his tongue had lengthened as it wrapped around your nipple in a way that should not have been possible. As he laved and licked your nipple raw, he used his free hand to fondle your other breast and circle your erect nipple with his finger. Soon, he delivered the same attention to the previously unoccupied nipple, working you into an incoherent mess. Just as he drove you to the edge of ecstasy, he released your nipple from his mouth. The damp fabric left in his wake cooled quickly against your skin.
“I can feel you holding back. Submit yourself fully to me, and I will help you on your quest.”
Your throat felt parched as you spoke again, “I summoned you; you are mine to command.”
He ignored you to place delicate pecks down your stomach to your meagerly covered cunt. Your chest heaved and your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the bewitching demon betwixt your legs. He looked like the definition of sin. His eyelids are lowered over his carmine eyes, a light flush is present over his cheek bones, and he used his warm hands to cup the back of your thighs and spread your legs for him. Your thin night dress was bunched up around your waist, leaving you exposed to the night air and his unrelenting gaze.
“An amateur’s trick is not enough to hold me. But your blood tastes like the finest ambrosia. I will allow you to command me until your blood and power fulfill my desire.”
After cementing your deal, he sank down and huffed hot air against your aching core. You felt how sopping wet you’ve become from his devilish tongue and hands. Although you protested initially, the tension in your body was becoming too much to handle. You yearned to comb your fingers through his locks and drag him against your mound, but you were left lying back, panting like a small animal. Anxiously awaiting his next move.
“Sylus-” you started to complain.
The first drag of his hot, thick, long tongue up your slit rendered you speechless. Your gasps and moans filled the air as he used it to split apart your lips — gathering your essence. When he reached your clit, he used the tip of his tongue to teasingly circle around your sensitive bud — sending zaps of pleasure through your body. He lapped over your nub, covering it in his saliva, causing you to clench around nothing while you cried out.
You were lulled into a blissful state where you knew nothing but pleasure. Sylus let out grunts and deep groans into your mound, seeming to gain as much pleasure as you were from this defiling act. Before long, you felt your orgasm approaching at an unstoppable rate.
“There you go, give it to me. Feed me.” Sylus demanded, barely detaching himself from your slick heat before diving back in with ardor.
You let out a loud, uninhibited moan as you reach your peak. The heady dream world dissolved into reality as you came to in your bed — still experiencing the pulsing aftershocks from your orgasm. You took a shaky breath then rolled over towards your side table to grab a quill and parchment. You jotted down the words that were echoing through your mind before they could dissipate “Travel to Velmure, there you will be closer to finding what you desire.”
When you reach over to place your things back on the side table an immaculate gemstone is waiting for you. You placed it in your satchel, planning to bring it to Velmure with you without further thought.
You arrived in Velmure the very next day. There, you heard rumblings about a gathering where Sir Sahren’s poem “Night Whispers” was being auctioned off. You knew that this was the lead you needed to progress. The auction was packed with stuffy nobles and overeager mages alike. The bidding war grew fierce, with the last bid climbing to 60,000 silver. Clutching the gem in your fist, you placed your bid for 100,000 silver and claimed Night Whispers for yourself. You gracefully dodged Marquess Swain’s inquiries into the reason behind your astronomical bid and overly generous payment then went on your merry way.
That night you retreated to your manor once more to study the poem. During your analysis, you noticed the spaces between verses were an incantation. Said incantation formed a map, which when compared to old maps of the capital — pointed towards your next destination. Hand drawing a map of your own, you tucked it away in your satchel.
Exhausted from the day, you changed into your night clothes and fell into a fitful sleep.
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Moments after your breath evened out, you were drug into another unusual dream. Once again, you were wearing the same sheer house dress surrounded by roses and fog. But tonight, you were running away from something. You heard cries of agony and felt fire lick at your back before his unmistakable voice graced your ears.
“Don’t look back, you wouldn’t want to be caught.”
Discarding his advice, you looked back and gasped at the demon closing in on you. You stumbled over your own feet and fell to the ground — landing on your hands and knees. Before you could scramble back up, he was upon you. You felt his large palm press into your back; his warmth seeped through the almost transparent fabric of your outfit.
Unable to push back against such force you laid face down on the ground, turning your head to the side to avoid crushing your nose. The snap of his fingers was heard somewhere behind you, and you already know that you won’t be moving again tonight.
Sylus crouched over you and snuffled at your neck like one animal scenting another. The huffs of warm air that met your neck drove you wild, but you refused to be the one to break the silence.
“I told you not to look back.”
He said as a taunt for ending up in this position.
“It’s almost as if you wanted to be caught, Miss Mage.”
You felt flustered at his implications. “How deranged would one have to be to want to be caught by a demon like you?”
His dark laugh rumbled throughout the dreamscape.
“Hmmm, I’ll let you tell me Countess.”
He began to kiss and suck at your neck, heating up your body with anticipation once again. His hands trailed down your back before reaching your buttocks. He massaged your cheeks for a moment before pushing your legs apart with his knee.
“Tell me, did my clue and gift help you out?”
You had to focus more than you would have liked to put a sentence together.
“Yes, it did, which is what I summoned you for,” you replied haughtily.
He hummed in response as he pushed up the hem of your night dress to expose your bottom half fully.
“Good, since I’m fulfilling my part of our deal. I think it’s time for you to fulfill yours, hmm?”
You whined as a thick finger, slid up and down your slit. You were already wet the moment Sylus pushed you down. But hearing his deep voice in your ear and feeling his hands on your body turned you on beyond reason.
You were unable to squirm away (or towards) the sensations that he was causing as his finger circularly rubbed over your aching clit. When he rubbed up and down your slit, his finger caught on your entrance and began to press in.
“Tell me beloved, have you figured out what I am yet?”
Your mind was a jumbled mess filled with pleasure, info on the Sacredcore and magical glyphs at the moment. This resulted in you taking longer than usual to give him an answer.
“I know that incantation by heart, so I made no mistake there. Which leads me to believe that my summoning glyph was the issue. Judging from how you’re feeding off my sexual energy, I deduced that you are an incubus with an acquired taste for blood.”
“Mmm, it seems I underestimated your intellect, here let me reward you.”
He sunk his thick middle finger into your core with no further prompting. Your warm, gooey walls wrapped around his invading digit until your entrance met the base of his finger. He did not let you adjust for long before he was fucking you with deep, hard thrusts. Upon changing the angle of his hand and pulling out his finger, he brushed against a spongy area inside of you that caused you to cry out and clench down hard.
“Oh, is that the spot?” he cooed as he completely removed his finger. Then, two fingertips greeted your entrance before they sunk into you with little resistance. His sole focus from then on was brushing past, rubbing against and around that spongy area that drove you to make the prettiest sounds.
Your whimpers turned into keens as a sensation you’ve never experienced, built up in your lower stomach. You heard Sylus sniff at your neck and let out a pleased hum. His rough thrusts into your gooey walls caused a squelching, sordid sound to emit between the two of you. Low groans were heard behind you as he rubbed his rock hard length against your leg for some relief.
“You’re close aren’t you? Go on, take my fingers. Let go for me.”
Having no other choice but to endure the unrelenting pleasure — your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you soaked his fingers, the ground below you and in the waking world — your bed sheets. You woke up breathless and covered in the evidence of your dream. You reached over to your side table to jot down “painting in the vault, blood is the answer” before cleaning up in the bath and getting ready for the day.
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By nightfall, you have reached the vault your hand drawn map has pointed you to. Thanks to your clues from your nighttime menace, you identify the painting easily and cut into your palm to spill blood on the glyphs in place – breaking the lock set by Sir Sahren himself. As the building violently rumbled you dashed towards the exit, barely making it out before it tumbled to the ground.
The ominous blood mist spreading from the destroyed vault, surrounded Velmure and sent nobles and mages into a frenzy. Closer now than you have ever been to the Sacredcore, you slinked home to avoid the mages you heard making their way towards the vault behind you.
Once you were back within the confines of your manor, you washed away the dust, dirt and grime accumulated from your foray in the vault. As you tried to come up with a plan on what to do next, sleep beckoned your arrival.
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Sylus awaited you the moment you started dreaming. He is reclined on a massive throne, made of rose petals, looking as regal as a king. His red eyes traced your figure with hunger and something more that you aren’t able to decipher.
“Has anyone ever told you that after you cast spells, you radiate a unique warmth?”
You lifted an eyebrow at him, “Aside from you, who else would notice?”
An amused glint filled his eyes. “If I’m the only one, then that’s even better.”
He went on. “You have proven that your power, desires and blood are more than enough to satisfy me. I will continue to help you reach the Sacredcore but I need to be by your side for these next steps.”
“How will an incubus walk amongst men?”
“With the help of a powerful mage of course. You will use this glyph to summon me — correctly this time. Then, I will be able to help you at my full capacity. But first, I need to be fed more than usual tonight.”
His devious smirk sent a delighted shiver down your spine.
“If this will lead me to the Sacredcore, so be it.”
Silently, he unbuckled his pants to unsheathe his cock. Then, he motioned you towards him and his throne of rose petals. When you stood before him — he pulled you up to straddle his lap, facing him. Once seated, he grabbed ahold of the globes of your ass to make you hover above his length with his tip kissing your entrance.
His eyes met yours as he rubbed your opening against him, teasing you.
“As you command, my beloved.”
Soon after finishing his sentence; he impaled you onto him causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. He used his hold on you to drag you up and down his length. Since he has not rendered you immobile, you pushed away his hands and began to ride him at your own pace.
Sylus let out a growl when you wined your hips and ground down onto his length. Your warm walls pulsed and held him snugly as if you didn’t want him to go.
“Oh? Is this what happens when I let you take the reigns?”
You unconvincingly glare at him before threading your fingers through his hair to pull him in for a kiss. Your tongues wrestle for dominance as you mapped out each other’s mouths. He moaned into the kiss after you bit hard into his bottom lip drawing blood.
“You want to play that way, huh?”
He used one of his fingers to fondle your clit, only adding to the intense pleasure wracking your body. His cock was reaching so deep inside of you that you know you are ruined for anyone else. You felt overwhelmed as your orgasm quickly approached. Sylus used one of his hands to pull your neck towards his mouth.
“May I?”
“You may,” you panted out before the tingling sensation of his sharp fangs sinking into your flesh registered. As he drew your blood into his mouth, the euphoria from it combined with him inside of you was enough to send you tumbling over the edge.
“With my power, you shall tear open fate’s gates. And with your blood and pleasure, I will gain my invincible form,” is the last thing you hear before you wake up. You jotted down the glyph shown in your dream and gathered the needed materials in preparation for heading up to the attic.
You took over an hour to carefully draw out the summoning glyph. Once you’ve tripled checked that it was correct, you recited the chant then sliced open your palm. Blood dripped onto the ground, quickly being sucked into the lines of the glyph. You held your breath until the summoning circle set the room alight and Sylus stood before you.
“It seems you were successful this time, I’m glad.”
He grabbed your arm and placed a delicate kiss on the inside of your wrist.
“Tomorrow, we will go to the hunting grounds just outside the city. There is someone I would like you to meet.”
“You want me to…meet someone on the hunting grounds?” you asked dubiously.
“You’ll see what I mean soon enough.”
You let out an exasperated sigh, “Alright then. You haven’t led me astray yet.”
秦彻 – marathon sex with sylus...but his nose bleeds .ᐟ
You both were at it for hours.
Hours of your cunt getting obliterated by Sylus.
But why were you going for hours? The answer is simple. You, at first, said you wanted to try different positions with him, just to test how far you could go. But you had totally forgotten the insane stamina Sylus had.
So when you thought you could last two rounds–max. Sylus said he could go for more. Which is why you were now on your fifth round trying a new position.
You did missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, full nelson, and now you were put in doggy style. His hands were stuck on your hips as he easily moved himself in and out of you.
Your poor cunt was already so used up that he could easily slide in and didn't need to prep you before hand. But that doesn't ignore the fact he also almost filled you up to the brim.
At every thrust, drips of his and your cum would pool out of your filled hole, spilling on the ground, and Sylus' reaction stayed the same every time. It was like he liked that sight, no– loved the sight.
The view of his cum sliding down your marked thighs, leaking on the ground, making a whole mess.
"Ngh- S-still feels good after all this time, yeah?"
You nod, burying your head in your curled arms, wincing as he pushed his full length deep in you, brutal thrusts hitting your sweet spots, tip kissing your cervix, breathless moans were the only thing escaping your swollen lips.
Your voice was absolutely dead. You were screaming his name and screaming a hundred of pleas for hours on end, which led to your voice breaking at the third or fourth round. You couldn't remember.
So when the quiver of Sylus' name left your lips, he didn't respond with the snarky replies he usually does. He just stayed silent and that got you wondering if he was tired, or–
drip, drip, drip
Drops of some liquid fell on your back and you panicked. The first thing on your mind was: was he crying?
"S-Sylus?- hah! What is t-that?" yanking your head back, expecting to see a crying Sylus behind you, you instead saw blood dripping from his nose. Your eyes immediately widened at the scene and you frantically asked if he was okay.
But when his tongue slid against his lips, licking the blood off his mouth, he only shook his head and started to move again. "'m fine, sweetie." he muttered, gliding his hand along your face, directing you to face the front.
"jus- just keep sayin' my name, hm?"
a/n. anotha post who is in love with me? 🥹 anyone?... wait wait the concept of him coming when u say his name mmm 🚬 or him crying happy tears during sex… hahah…
秦彻 – sylus is so irresistible after he had a shower .ᐟ
The warmth of his body was unbelievably strong—so fucking intense, it was consuming you; luring you closer.
His aromatic scent always made you falter. Anytime he’s finished showering, you’d always end up atop him; pressed against his chest as you peppered his warm face with soft kisses.
And he let you do it–let you kiss him–every fucking time. He didn't care if he just finished showering and you were already messing him up. The most he'd give you is a soft chuckle, joking about how he's going to have to take another shower.
Which, yet again, that’s no problem for him.
Your clothes always end up damp from his body slicked with drips of water, causing you to just keep rubbing yourself against him. Not only to keep the water out, but to also indicate where the night was heading.
He'd let you take the lead for a moment, let you feel yourself before giving you what you both desire. However, tonight, you had different plans. Instead of him lifting your nightgown and sliding his fingers in your wet cunt—you instead continued trailing hungry kisses along his body, travelling lower, and lower, and lower–
Before you knew it, your mouth was already pressed against the v shaped opening of his robe. You look up at him while your tongue darts out of your mouth and drags to his ribbon. And carefully, you nibble on the silk and tug the knot away, letting his robe drape to his sides.
"I..."
Sylus let out an amused chuckle and slid his fingers through your hair, watching you admire the scene for a moment. He noticed how your eyes widen ever so slightly, pupils dilating as you took in his searing length standing tall, dribbles of pre already sliding down his aching cock, begging to be used already.
The more you took in the sight, the more you couldn't hold back. Your lips stayed agape as you inched closer and closer—well, it wasn't really you inching to his cock now, was it?
The closer you were getting, you realized there was no backing out now. Sylus was already guiding you to where he (and you) needs you to be.
And you didn't waste a second when your lips made contact with his warm skin, drawing even more kisses on his body. Your mouth works intricate patterns on his cock, kissing the tip then dragging your tongue down to his base before repeating the pattern.
After getting him worked up, noticing him starting to twitch at your touch, your lips eventually latch around his tip and you dunk your head down with his cock stuffed in your mouth.
"Easy." he growled—a hint of urgency following his voice before he gripped onto your hair tighter, watching you bob your head up and down, up and down, not caring about what pace you're going at, not caring about if you're doing it wrong—you just wanted to feel good.
"Slow." Sylus warned, pulling your head back and scrutinizing your impatient expression—seeing your pants draw out of your lips more quickly, lips still agape, slightly swollen from going too rough on yourself. Sylus couldn't bear seeing you like that. "Take your time, sweetie."
You didn't respond and latched your lips on his searing tip, swirling your tongue around his length before dipping your head lower and moving at a slow, fixated rhythm.
"There we go..." Sylus praised, fingers lock around your strands as he carefully tugged a little harder. "Breathe, baby. Breathe."
And you listen to him, sucking in a deep breath, trying to maintain your breathing to a minimum so you could feel better. But the feeling of his length suffocating you as you sunk deeper was getting impossible by the second.
A delighted moan left your lips as you took in more of his taste. He was so fresh, so clean that you wanted more. But the buck of his hips, slowly rutting against your mouth, was telling you a different story—he was close.
"Keep going..." He moans. His free hand was fumbling on the bed, clinging onto the bedsheet as he tried holding back, but not even that was enough to keep him stable. His fingers eventually unwrap around from the silken sheets and he starts reaching for one thing—one thing you had.
Your hand.
The moment his fingers intertwined with yours, he was already a twitchy throbbing mess in you. His cock was burning, craving to be worn out after barely being used. And as you continue to move against him—Sylus's grip on your hand started to become stronger and stronger as the seconds passed.
Without warning you, the only thing that seemed to leave his lips was a guttural sound of pleasure before spurs of warm cum shoot down your throat, causing you to gasp in surprise and pull away, letting dribbles of his sperm drip down your chin.
"Woah."
"Now I have to shower again." Sylus laughed, wiping the corner of your lip with his thumb, staring into your lust filled eyes with so many thoughts racing through his mind.
"I'll join you."
"Alright. Let's go then."
a/n. sylus NEVER received a blow job in my five months of having this account so here’s this as compensation (+ a lil self indulgent bc I luv horny reader.) also idk how to give head so idc if this is wrong
— synopsis. in which the lads men are camboys and you’re their top donor
— a/n. late 4k special </3 i think every 1k i’ll do a series with all the lads men! also these are going to be written in the process so bear with me if I have a late post. fem!reader only.
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DEC 11 — RENT A BOYFRIEND !
☆ 夏以昼 : He said he was in desperate need of money for his rent. Even after begging his friends, family, and even his hell of a neighbour who also happened to be his ex-girlfriend—no one would listen and give him anything. So, Caleb decided to go for his last resort which was showing himself on camera…catch is, the highest doner gets a special night with him. Not a bad deal, right? Nothing can go wrong…
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DEC 14 — MY MUSE ♡
☆ 祁煜 : You piqued his interest. Even if you never spoke to each other—Rafayel knew you were the one for him. However, there’s just one problem… he has no money for the right art products to draw you! And as much as he didn’t want to go back to his old ways, drawing you was important. Especially if it meant having a donor that’s willing to help in more ways than one.
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DEC 17 — MY SWEET TREAT ♡
☆ 黎深 : Every single day the same man comes in at the exact same time, ordering the exact same thing. You didn’t think much of it—mainly because he’d only order from you. But as time passed, there was something oddly familiar about him… something that you couldn’t pinpoint. He started talking to you more often, ordering different things, and walking in with different outfits that looked familiar…too familiar like he’s trying to get you to remember him…But from where exactly?
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DEC 20 — JEALOUS TYPE !
☆ 沈星回 : A private show. A private show was all your favorite camboy was willing to give you. He didn’t care if you were busy one night, he didn’t care if you weren’t in the mood—he needed to give that private show to prove he was more worthy than the other man you ‘unintentionally’ donated to.
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DEC 23 — CYBER SEX ★
☆ 秦彻 : He was mesmerizing. The way he moved with such precision, spoke at the perfect tone, perfect pace; he was impossible to resist. The more you watched him, the more addicted you were getting. But even after donating a bunch of money to him…he still wouldn’t catch your attention! The only solution you had was to request a private live stream with just the two of you. Maybe then, he’ll give you what you truly desire.
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