Astarion's Raspberry Jam

emily | nsfw writing & art | 18+ | feral for astarion & sylus | if you see a kitten w. a ghibli icon dw that's my main

[raspberry-astarion]

About Me, My Work, & This Blog

Hi, I'm Emily! I write fanfiction and occasionally draw.

Fandoms:

Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion)

Love and Deepspace - Sylus, Rafayel, Caleb

Masterlist

About Me

Non-binary, agender, lean more masc than fem (they/he/she pronouns)

Pansexual

~30 years old

Mentally and physically unwell lol

Write fast, edit like a snail because I'm an AuDHD perfectionist

What To Expect

Some things you'll find here:

Like, waaay too many words - lots of details/specifics (including sex scenes), lots of dialogue, multiple chapters

Canon characters paired with OCs and/or other canon characters

Multiple stories about the same pairing

Smut, fluff, angst - usually all three in one piece

Disgustingly in love and incredibly horny about it

Characters and OCs navigating trauma and mental illness (sometimes unhealthily)

Queer stuff - yes this includes canonically presumed cishet characters like the LaDS men, I'm coming for them, I'm going to write them with my gay little fingers and you can't stop me

ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT

Kinks negotiated in the writing or made clear they've been negotiated in advance

Kinks and sex stuff like: praise and body worship, BDSM (mainly restraint and soft dom/sub dynamics, sometimes very mild pain and degradation), thirsting over hands/arms/shoulders, cute butts, safe words, calling each other "good/bad/naughty boy/girl/etc", sex with multiple partners, mild size difference (LaDS MC is smol), mild monster-fucking (vampire, humanoid dragon, merman)

Navigating first time sex and new kinks/sex acts in a non-traumatic way

First or third person narration (full insight into a single character)

Single or alternating POV (broken up by scene change)

Named OCs with backstories - the people I pair canon characters with are named and have varying levels of detail

Stream of consciousness for first person; character thoughts generally

Some things you won't find here, due to lack of comfort, skill OR interest:

Noncon

Dubcon (some vague "dubcon if you squint real hard" themes in future stuff but I will tag them strongly when the time comes)

Inc*st and pseudocest (see Caleb tropes for clarity)

Most requests - feel free to send an ask and if it sparks my interest, I'll happily consider it, but I'm typically overflowing with WIPs and ideas already

Character x Reader; second person narration

Sapphic / WLW / F4F - nothing as of now, but only because the canon characters I'm fixated on are all male and I haven't genderbent them, ily sapphics

Tags I Use

List of WIPs & Previews

[zadsterr]

Job? personality disorder?? societal pressures weighing down on you??? Ok bro . Get in the crate bro . You know you need crate time

[pasteleraser]

The silver winged fiend 🤍

Had this drawing half finished for a while now and now decided to finish it😅

[thewrldx]

say please!

our favorite boys are feeling quite desperate...

STARRING: zayne, caleb, rafayel, xavier, & sylus [seperate] x f!reader

CW: jealousy, handjobs in a bathroom | PATHETIC caleb, dry humping, cumming in pants, recording? | bratty!raf, panties in mouth, vibrator play, mention of overstim | heavy breeding kink, riding | aether core actin up, blowjobs | they are all desperate and begging lowk (highkey)

j says... idk if i love or hate this. i miss posting though and hope i proofread good enough (if theres mistakes just ignore them ok) thank you to @gardenialily @rafayelkisses @berrylus + everyone else who helped me brainstorm. inspired by this ask! thank you anon!

✮⋆˙— zayne

You and Zayne never argued. The two of you usually saw eye to eye, and honestly, you didn't see each other enough to waste time on disagreements. It just wasn't worth it.

Or so you thought.

The entire car ride had been silent, tension simmering thick between you, built from something neither of you seemed willing to touch further. The bickering had started small, but kept layering over itself—too many nights apart, too much distance, and something deeper you knew was bothering Zayne that he refused to talk about.

What should have been an easy night turned sour fast.

The Akso hospital charity event was usually something you enjoyed attending—especially on the arm of the most prestigious surgeon in the room—but tonight, you find yourself distracted. Zayne moves through the crowd like a storm cloud in a tailored suit, brushing off every attempt you make to soften the mood.

It wasn't like him, and you couldn't quite pin down why he seemed so irritated. But instead of pushing, you eventually excused yourself to the refreshments table.

There, you fell into conversation with a visiting surgeon from a few cities over. He's easy to talk to, warm, engaging—and most importantly, good at distracting you until you could get Zayne home and figure out whatever stick had lodged itself up his ass tonight.

You laughed softly at one of his comments.

And then Zayne was there.

He materializes at your side, one hand sliding around your waist and pulling you flush against him like he hadn't spent the entire evening acting upset with you. He introduces himself, made a pointed emphasis on your relationship, and after a few clipped exchanges, he's steering you away.

"What was that for?"

"What do you mean?" His voice stays level, but he won't meet your eyes as he guides you through the crowd.

"All the sudden you just… pulled me away like that."

"You could have been having a conversation with me," he states, stopping in a shadowed corner. His head dips, lips grazing the shell of your ear while his hands roam possessively over the silky material hugging your form.

Your brows lift at the sudden affection, but you lean into it regardless. "I've been trying to all night."

A muscle ticks in Zayne's jaw. He nips lightly at your lobe before finally pulling back enough to meet your gaze.

And his eyes—oh.

Oh, you know that look anywhere.

And suddenly everything clicks into place. Why he'd been snappy since the moment he picked you up in your simple little gown. Why he'd been acting wound so tight all evening.

"Is this entertaining for you?" he mutters, immediately catching the glint in your iris.

"Maybe."

Your smirk widens as his grip tightens. Before he can say anything else, you grab his hand and tug him further down the empty hall, towards the family restroom.

"You know," you state lightly, "you don't have to be jealous. You can just tell me if you're horny."

Zayne's ears go pink immediately. "That's… not it."

"Oh? You sure?"

The door is unlocked. You shove him inside, lock it behind you, and crowd him back towards the sink without much resistance at all. In the next second, your hand slip down, pressing gently against the hard bulge straining beneath his slacks.

"Because this says otherwise."

Zayne inhales sharply, both hands bracing back against the countertop as your palm rubs over his cock through the fabric.

"I've just…" he begins to admit, cut off by a groan when you squeeze him. "Missed you. And I handled it poorly earlier. I'm—fuck—sorry."

Your grin only widens as you start to undo his belt. "Aren't you always the one lecturing me about communicating my feelings?"

"Yes."

His zipper comes down, and he lifts his hips just enough to help you shove his pants and boxers lower. His cock springs free, flushed and slick at the tip, hissing softly at the cool air that hits him.

"Then why..." you murmur, wrapping your warm hand around the base just to hold the weight, "didn't you just tell me you were just desperate for attention?"

Zayne bites down on his lip as you finally start moving. Slow strokes drag up his aching cock, making the blush dusting his face spread lower on his throat and chest.

"Hm?" Your thumb traces the prominent vein along his length before smearing the wetness gathered at the tip. "Are you too proud to admit you're a needy mess? Is that why you picked a fight with me?"

His head tips back towards the mirror, breath catching hard.

"Yes—god—I did, and I'm sorry, just please don't go slow." His hips jerk helplessly into your fist. "I need—just… faster. Please. I cant—"

"Yeah?" you hum, keeping your pace just shy of slow. "It's that bad?"

"Yes." The word comes sweet and honest. "I've been thinking about you all week. I can't focus, can't sleep—it's been incredibly frustrating." Zayne groans quietly. "I just need you. Please."

"Poor thing," you coo, feigning sympathy before tightening your grip and speeding up, eyes fixed on the way your hand pumps his cock. "All worked up and angry because nobody touched you. Now you need me to take care of you in a bathroom."

He folds forward with a shaky exhale, forehead pressing against your shoulder. A broken little whimper slips out as you he pulses against your palm, chasing more of your touch.

More of you.

So when you suddenly pull away, the frustrated whine he makes is almost pathetic.

Your eyes lift and sparkle.

"After the cruel way you treated me… I think you'll have to beg to cum."

✮⋆˙— caleb

He really didn't think you were serious.

You two played around all the time. Sure, he pissed you off sometimes, but there was nothing a little kiss behind your ear and his hand sliding down your front couldn't fix.

Well—until you banned him from sex.

Caleb had laughed. You were just as needy for him as he was for you. There was no way that you'd last a full week without him stuffing you full. So he'd smiled, kissed your cheek, and gone about the rest of his day like it was nothing.

But a day turned into two, and then five.

Five whole fucking days without anything from you.

You had said no sex. Not no making out, not no spooning, not even no showering together.

But you gave him absolutely nothing.

No wandering hands and definitely no sitting on his lap just to tease him. You barely even let him touch you longer than a few seconds before pulling away with that unimpressed little look on your face.

And it was driving him insane.

Caleb shuts the front door harder than necessary, not even bothering with his boots as he stalks through the house looking for you.

He's the colonel, after all.

He takes want he wants.

And the whole drive home he'd been imagining exactly how he was going to do it. Probably backing you against the mattress, pinning your wrists down and forcing you to listen while he told you exactly how cruel you'd been. Maybe he'd kiss you until you forgot why you were mad in the first place. Maybe he'd drag those tiny shorts down your legs and remind you that you needed him just as badly as he needed you.

But then he finds you standing in the kitchen in your cute little pajamas, all soft skin and sleepy eyes, something in him folds.

Suddenly, it isn't just about dominance anymore.

Because part of wanting you involves wanting your forgiveness too.

"Hey," his voice comes softer than expected as he steps closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Missed you."

"Mmm, missed you too, 'leb."

Caleb doesn't pull away after the kiss. Instead, he presses his nose into your hair and inhales deep. Your sweet scent goes straight to his head, turning everything fuzzy.

"No," he murmurs, arms sliding around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. "Like—I really missed you."

You just hum softly, rubbing his back as he melts into the embrace.

He dips lower until his face buries into the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in like he's starving... because, well, he is.

You're so warm and soft and his, and fuck it's making every drop of blood rush straight down to his cock.

"It's been so long," he whispers, almost pleading in hopes he can get you to crack just a little. "C'mon… I'm sorry. I've been good. I need you, Pips."

"I told you," you say firmly, though you don't pry him off. "Two more days. Keep whining and I'll make it longer."

Caleb groans, the sound low and full of true misery.

His pants are unbearably tight now, because something about your tone and flat out refusal is making him lose his mind.

He can't stop himself.

His hips jerk, grinding his erection against your side, and oh god, the friction feels heavenly.

You gasp, turning sharply. "Caleb—!"

But he's already past caring about reprimand. His face burns red as he buries himself back into your neck, rocking against you again with a shuddering breath.

"'m sorry…" he mumbles, tightening his grip on your waist. "I need you… please…"

"Caleb…" you warn.

He doesn't care and can't find it in him to stop.

It's been too long without you, and this is the closest you've let him get in days. So instead of backing away, his hands spread desperately over your body, fingers slipping under your shirt just to feel your skin.

A broken little whimper leaves him at the contact, and his hips pick up into messy, desperate thrusts he can't control.

"You're being pathetic, Caleb."

And he moans.

Actually fucking moans.

He hides deeper in your neck, embarrassed and turned on all at once.

"I know," he stutters. "I know, baby, I'm sorry—I just—I c-can't. Need you… s'bad…"

"What would the fleet think, hm?" you murmur. "Seeing their colonel like this?"

Caleb chokes on a broken sound, because his hips have found a rhythm that drags his cock perfectly against your hip through his boxers. He's too far gone to notice the phone in your hand, which is recording every humiliating second.

"C'mon Caleb," you coax, tilting his face up.

His eyes are glassy when he looks at himself on the screen, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It so shameful that his cock twitches.

"Tell them," you demand. "That you're so desperate you're gonna hump me until you cum in your pants."

"I'm—fuck—" his voice cracks. "I'm gonna cum—"

And he does.

A low, pathetic whimper spills out of him as he cums untouched in his boxers, staining the front of his uniform. His hips keep moving, dragging himself through the sticky mess, riding out the orgasm with sloppy kisses scattered along your neck.

It takes him a long moment to come back down.

And when he finally does, his eyes darken at the phone stilled pointed at him.

"Delete that."

✮⋆˙— rafayel

"Raf, I swear…" you hiss through gritted teeth.

"What! I'm not even doing anything!"

A muscle ticks in your jaw. "You're not doing anything?"

"No!" he protests dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm just… being your lover, okay? Don't you care about me and my affection?"

"You're being annoying."

Rafayel gasps like you've actually offended him. "Am not!"

You shake your head and focus your attention back onto your report, scratching your pen across the paper while he continue sulking beside you.

There's about five more minutes of peace before his hand is back and caressing your thigh.

"Are you almost done?" His voice turns syrupy sweet, clearly trying to coax his way into getting what he wants. He squeezes your thigh gently. "Please. I need attention."

You don't reply.

Rafayel groans loudly at being ignored, melting next to you. He nuzzles into your shoulder, lips brushing your neck as he whines.

"I'm horny…"

You set your pen down with far too much force, finally turning your attention to him.

Rafayel perks up instantly at having your eyes on him, face brightening with smug satisfaction like he won.

"Fine," you say. "Go sit in that chair. And you better be naked when I get back."

Without another word or glance back, you disappear from the room, entirely pleased to return to sudden obedience.

Sitting tall in the chair, completely naked, legs spread slightly as he lazily strokes himself, is your one and only. His expression still homes that smirk, but the desperation underneath it is obvious now. His cock twitches with every slow tug of his hand.

"Gonna come and take care of me, pretty?"

You hum thoughtfully. "With that mouth, I don't think so."

The smirk turns into pout, bottom lip jutting out as he strokes himself a little faster.

"Please? Look at how hard I am. It hurts… you have to take care of it."

"I think I need to take care of something else first."

He cocks a brow suspiciously, watching closely as you peel down your leggings, then your panties.

"See?" he starts smugly. "I knew you couldn't resist me. Now c'mere and—mmph!"

You shove the bundled fabric that was just against your cunt into his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.

His eyes widen in genuine shock while his hand stills on his cock, though it throbs visibly at the switch in control.

"You're so mouthy," you shake your head. "Keep them in, or else I'm not touching you at all."

Rafayel's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. He nods immediately.

"Gooood boy," you drawl, tracing your fingers down his chest. You circle one of his nipples until his skin prickles in goosebumps.

You let your gaze fall to his cock, smirking as it drips steadily against his stomach.

"So messy already."

A muffled, pathetic plea comes from behind the gag, his hands sliding up your bare thighs, inching higher and asking permission without words.

"No," you deny. "You've been a brat."

His brows knit together.

"And brats…" you continue, flashing the silicone vibrator you discreetly brought in with you, "get punished."

You thumb the toy to life, watching the pleasure and panic war on his face before pressing the buzzing head lightly against his hipbone.

He whimpers and squirms away from the sensation, thighs twitching as the vibrations travel through him.

You smile sweetly. "Hold it."

Rafayel blinks at you like you've lost your mind.

"Now."

With a bit of reluctance, he obeys.

The second the toy settles into his palm, another muffled noise leaves him at the strength of the vibrations. You guide his wrist.

"Rub it along your cock," you instruct. "Find where you're sensitive."

Rafayel swallows hard around the fabric in his mouth.

The toy touches him and he moans instantly, body jerking as he shakily drags it along his length. The moment it presses beneath the tip just right, his head falls back with a strangled sound.

"Hold it there. You were soooo horny, yeah? This will help."

Within seconds, Rafayel is a whimpering mess.

His eyes glaze over, body thrashing while saliva soaks the cotton in his mouth—that doesn't fully muffle the desperate little noises escaping him nonstop now.

You stroke his cheek gently, then trail your fingers down the column of his throat. The touch is more than enough, and his cock throbs as cum spurts and drizzles from the tip, coating his abdomen and the toy.

"Don't move it," you order firmly. "You're gonna make yourself cum again."

✮⋆˙— xavier

You can't breathe.

Xavier's mouth has been pressed against yours the entire elevator ride, barely giving you a gasp for air as he fumbles with the buttons before shoving you gently against the wall to kiss you again.

It's not unusual for him to be this hungry, but after an ordinary day—visiting your friends and their new baby—it just wasn't what you expected.

Not that you're complaining.

Instead, you let him guide you through the hallway between messy kisses and fumble with the keys while your lips trail down his neck. Xavier shivers beneath the affection, unable to shove you both inside fast enough.

The lights don't even turn on.

He just walks you backward towards the nearest surface—the couch—before sitting down and dragging you straight onto his lap like he physically can't stand having space between you.

"You're so eager tonight," you giggle.

"Is that a problem?" he asks immediately, voice rough and husky.

"Of course not."

Xavier hums, dipping his head to press slow kisses along your jaw and neck. His hand grab your hips tightly, fingers flexing in encouragement for you to move.

You obey, rocking against the hard line pressing in his pants, gasping at the delicious friction it creates despite the layers.

"You're… ovulating right?" he ask suddenly, almost dazed.

You blink and still your movements. "I… I don't know. Why?"

"No reason."

His cheeks flush immediately after saying it, almost as if he regrets letting the thought slip out loud. Before you can question him further, he changes the subject entirely by tugging his shirt over his head, revealing firm lines of muscle.

"Come on. I wanna see you."

In the dim glow spilling from the window, clothes disappear piece by piece until there's nothing left to separate you both.

Xavier stares at you like the sight alone might kill him.

"You're so beautiful, my star," he whispers reverently, hands gliding over your skin like he can't help himself. "So pretty… always so pretty for me."

The praises makes warmth curl low, your cheeks turning as pink as his. His hands settle on your waist again, thumbs stroking softly as he looks up at you with blown pupils.

"Please," he says quietly. "Ride me. I'll be so good for you. Please, baby."

And you absolutely can't deny that face.

So you settle above him, and sink down onto his length slowly, both of you gasping at the stretch. His head immediately tips back against the couch, broken moans spilling from his lips.

"Oh god…"

You start moving instinctively, bouncing slowly in his lap and he watches you with completely glassy eyes.

He's unbelievably responsive tonight. Each roll of your hips pulls helpless sounds from him, his hands roaming your body and settling on your breasts. His thumbs swipe your nipples and pinch them when they pebble.

Praises spill endlessly, coming faster as he began to meet your thrusts.

Pretty. Perfect. His star.

His cock is throbbing inside you within minutes, and upon the feeling, you shift to lift off—only to be met with a firm grip on your hips, plunging you back down.

"N-No," he gasps.

Your eyes widen in surprise.

"Stay," he pleads softly, holding you down as he thrusts up. "Please stay on me."

"Xav—"

"I wanna cum in you," he admits. "Please.. you looked so beautiful today with their baby. Imagine how gorgeous you'd look carrying my baby."

The words clearly embarrass him the second they leave his mouth because his face burns bright red immediately after. But he doesn't take them back.

If anything, he looks needier for admitting it.

His forehead presses against your chest as he whimpers softly, sucking a mark into the supple skin while his hips continue twitching.

"Please, star… please let me."

You cradle his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you set the pace again. The second you whisper permission, Xavier moans so sweetly it almost sounds painful.

He cums instantly, pressing his tip up until it nestles against your cervix, letting warm spurts of his seed spill deep inside you.

Something passes in his expression as his orgasm subsides, and his hands slide beneath your thighs to flip your position, laying you on your back and hitching your legs around his hips.

He withdrawals his cock nearly all the way before plunging it right back in.

"i'm gonna fuck a baby into you. Tonight."

✮⋆˙— sylus

Onichynus' boss man was about to wear a hole into his living room floor.

He had been at it for at least the ten minutes since you'd arrived and starting watched him—probably longer before that, if you had to guess.

Sylus had been short with your messages all day, clipped responses that lacked their usual teasing edge. Instead of waiting for him to maybe confide in you over the phone, you'd taken a quick ride over to the N109 yourself.

"I know you know I'm here," you drawl, sauntering in the room. "Yet you still haven't greeted me. How rude."

Sylus stops at your voice but doesn't turn around, gaze fixes on the glittering city sprawling beneath the windows. The glow paints sharp lines across his face.

It's not like him to stay so silent.

You pad closer, brow furrowing in concern.

"Hey," you whisper, slipping your arms around his waist. "Are you alright?"

Sylus inhales sharply at your touch.

And his body is burning with a feverish heat.

You tilt your head, trying to catch his expression in the reflection of the glass. His face is flushed nearly as red as his eye, the glow in his aether core pulsing faintly.

And when you glance down, it's almost as if the bulge in his pants is about to pop the button clean off.

Usually, Sylus' desire when it came to an unstable aether consisted of devouring you whole—whatever form that happened to take. But this time feels different. The desire weaving through the space between you is softer somehow. Less demanding and far more desperate.

Sylus swallows hard, throat bobbing, and when he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse.

"Sweetie…"

"Sy," you soften instantly. "Why didn't you tell me your core was acting up?"

For a moment, he says nothing and just exhales shakily. His cock throbs visibly beneath the fabric at the sound of your voice.

"I thought it'd pass," he admits quietly. "Usually it's not this bad and usually..."

Embarrassment flashes across his face as he mutters, "it wants me to be more dominant."

Oh.

Poor thing.

Your turn him in your arms, sliding your hands up his chest. The red glow brightens as you rest your hand over the violent pound of his heart, making him shudder hard. A tiny smile tugs at your mouth when his face burns even hotter.

"Sensitive, are we?"

"Don't tease me," he says instantly, though it lacks its usual bite, making it sound more like a cute plea.

You glide your hands up to cup his face, stroking lightly beneath his eye. A strained sound catches in his throat as his hips jerk forward involuntary the second the core pulses again.

"Oh, baby…" you murmur softly. "What does it want?"

Your fingers drift lazily down his neck, making him tremble.

"It wants… it needs…" he stops, struggling with the admission. "Sweetie, I want you to take care of me."

You bat your lashes up at him. "Yeah?"

"Please, kitten," Sylus whispers. "Please."

You don't need much more incentive than that.

You guide him gently towards the couch, hands smoothing over his shoulders when his legs nearly give out halfway there. He sinks down heavily, spreading his thighs with a shaky exhale when you kneel between them.

His eyes stay locked on you, blown wide with desperation as you undo his pants, fishing out his weeping cock from the confines of his boxers. He's painfully hard. Angry red at the tip, leaking steadily, and twitching the second your hand wraps around him.

Sylus throws his head back immediately, mouth falling open in pure ecstasy at just your palm around him.

"Oh, fuck—"

Teasing feels almost too mean, so you only kitten lick the salty bead that gathered at the tip before wrapping your lips around the plush head.

His thighs tremble as you take him deeper into your mouth, fingers gently carding through your hair to encourage the motion.

"S-So good, sweetie," he stutters. "Fuck… oh god…"

You begin bobbing softly, gagging once on the size, which makes drool slip down the corners of your mouth.

Sylus begins to whimper.

"T-Too much—fuck—"

His aether core pulses brightly, making every pleasurable drag of your tongue feel amplified. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head while your hand strokes what you can't fit.

Within seconds his length is throbbing in the warmth of your mouth.

He's so sensitive its amusing.

"Fuckfuck—" Sylus gasps, thighs trembling uncontrollably. "Gonna cum—s-shit—"

A salty rush explodes on your tongue as Sylus moans brokenly, shaking while you suck him gently through the orgasm. Apparently not gentle enough though, because he jolts hard from the oversensitivity.

'Ah—ah, sweetie—"

You pull off with a pop, swallowing everything he gave you before wiping at the saliva coating your mouth. You smirk at the completely dazed, blushing man slumped before you.

"That was fast."

2026 © thewrldx

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[westhavian]

i love him without thought or regard...

i am completely normal about them.............. tysm to the wonderful @yelenhol who drew my loves, laera and astarion!!! 🛡️🦇 laera is my dnd/bg3 oc, who's a human, eldritch knight fighter! 🩵

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[cocoaxia]

★ — deep dive !

summary: in which you tell the lads boys that you haven’t shaved.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: MDNI / NSFW (obvi), they’re all eaters!!!!!! xavier is silly, zayne has an attitude, rafayel is dramatic, sylus #takesnobullshit, and caleb is strange…mentions of sex/sexual acts, fem terms used (!!!), that’s it (i think)

p.s. this is a silly spur of the moment post so if it’s awful ummmm kill me maybe!!!

a/n: i am not the type to care like At All about body hair in any capacity so i hope this was somewhat entertaining LOL. body hair no body hair anything WTV it’s all natural and all real do whatever you want ok love you bye…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

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[raspberry-astarion]

The Dragon's Smoldering Heart (Sylus/MC) - 2

Sylus x Elijah (LaDS MC, gay transgender man) ♂️♂️🏳️‍⚧️

Length: 3.1k words (Part 2 of 3+)

Content: Elijah's POV, Sylus stayed the night, they cuddle and kiss, Elijah is touch-starved and out of practice, hand job, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, fingering, frotting, ab riding, come as lube, talk about insecurities

Warnings: Smut, MC is touch-starved and anxious about it, Sylus leans soft dom but it's not stated/negotiated explicitly, discussions of medical transition (FTM), mild transphobia (implied in MC's dating history) and resulting insecurities

Other: MC has had HRT, top surgery, no bottom surgery. I chose not to include descriptive words that are dysphoric for some transmasc people. I recognize that some use these words comfortably for self-description and medical purposes and that is equally valid! I was trying to make this accessible for the largest percentage of transmasc people 🩵🏳️‍⚧️

Words used:

for T-dick: cock, dick, bottom growth

for internal stuff: inside(s), wall(s)

misc: down there, between the legs, blood rush, wet, arousal

Words NOT used:

for T-dick: clit(oris)

for internal stuff: pussy, cunt

Chapters: Previous | Next | All

AO3

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While it was still dark outside, Elijah woke to the sound of quiet footsteps. He poked his head out from under the covers and blinked his bleary eyes, watching Sylus as he collected his things. After a moment, he turned his head in Eli's direction.

“Damn,” Sylus hissed. “Sorry for waking you.”

“Hi,” Elijah murmured.

“Hello there,” Sylus chuckled. “You’re cute when you're sleepy, kitten.”

“Nuh uh,” he replied, a drowsy smile crossing his face. “You leaving?”

“I was trying. I barely got my shoes on before you perked up.”

“I don't want you to leave,” Elijah pleaded. “Don't leave.”

He crawled to the edge of the bed, looking up at Sylus with a sleepy pout.

“You don't want me to leave?” Sylus echoed. He raised an eyebrow, his voice lilting flirtatiously. “Tell me. What do you want?”

Elijah tugged weakly at the cuff of Sylus' shirt.

“You want me to come back to bed, hm?”

Sylus laughed and bent down to unlace his shoes. He joined Elijah under the covers and gazed into his eyes.

“I tried not to wake you,” Sylus whispered, fingers brushing his cheek. “It's the middle of the night.”

“S’okay,” Elijah murmured, nuzzling into Sylus’ touch. “Stay.”

Sylus let out a soft, wistful sigh as he glanced down at Eli’s mouth. Elijah bit his lip, inadvertently holding his breath. Sylus brushed a thumb reverently over his lips, inching closer until their noses touched.

For once, Elijah knew exactly what Sylus wanted. He plucked up the courage to lean in for a kiss, and Sylus met his lips with a quietly smoldering passion. Eventually, Sylus pulled back and flashed a lopsided smirk.

“I've wanted to do that for so long, kitten,” he whispered. “You have no idea.”

Elijah nodded in agreement, trying to catch his breath. Before he managed it, Sylus kissed him with more intensity. His huge hand moved to the nape of Eli's neck, pulling him deeper. Elijah shuddered with excitement, his own hands shaking as he touched Sylus' face. His breathing came quicker, and his heart pounded in his chest. Sylus pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Breeeathe, sweetheart,” he whispered against Elijah's lips. “There's no need to be afraid.”

He's so smooth, and I'm a fucking mess. Not as if that's anything new.

Sylus inhaled deeply through his nose, encouraging Elijah to do the same. He followed Sylus' lead, but his breath was incomplete and shaky. Elijah struggled to look him in the eye.

“What's wrong?” Sylus questioned. “Are you upset?”

Elijah rolled over to avoid Sylus’ piercing gaze. Immediately, Sylus closed the distance between them, his arm snaking around Eli's waist.

“Elijah? You've been with other people, haven't you?”

He felt the weight behind Sylus' words, realizing the true meaning of his question. I'm so touch-starved that he thinks I've never had sex. How humiliating.

“I’m not a virgin, okay?” Elijah choked out, his face burning. “I had boyfriends in high school. It's just… a lot of guys are weird about… Well, ever since I transitioned… It's just been a long time, that's all.”

“I'm sorry,” Sylus murmured. “It must be hard for you.”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Elijah mumbled, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “Being turned down is one thing, but… they liked me. Until I told them I was trans. And then…”

“I'm far from turning you down,” Sylus purred, gently rubbing his arm. “Let's not worry about other people right now, hm?”

Sylus kissed his neck, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“Tell me if I'm out of line, kitten,” he whispered at the nape of Eli's neck. “You can stop me anytime.”

Elijah nodded, and the arm around his waist pulled him closer. His proximity to Sylus' warmth made his cheeks smolder even more. Elijah’s thoughts swirled as he felt the bulge pressed against his thigh. Sylus kissed the side of his neck and nipped his skin. A tiny whimper escaped his mouth, and Sylus' cock pulsed in response.

His warm hand slipped under the hem of Eli's shirt, exploring the surface of his skin. Elijah’s breath hitched as Sylus brushed his surgical scars. Fingertips delicately circled his nipple, sending electricity through his chest. His pulse throbbed between his legs as blood rushed to his cock. When he rolled over, he was instantly reminded of Sylus’ attire.

“Oh,” Elijah blurted out with a laugh. “You're all dressed up.”

“Won't you help me?” he purred.

Elijah unbuttoned Sylus' shirt, exposing his broad chest. Suddenly, he pulled Elijah onto his lap, eliciting a surprised grunt.

“Now it's my turn,” Sylus growled.

He pulled Eli's shirt off and placed his huge hands on his ribs. Sylus delicately traced the surgical scars with his thumbs.

“What is it?” Elijah asked nervously. “Are they… bothering you?”

“I was admiring you, kitten,” Sylus replied. “Your body is beautiful.”

“Oh,” Elijah mumbled. “Um… thank you.”

Elijah's lips parted as he stared blankly at Sylus’ bare chest.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a low, seductive chuckle.

Elijah nodded, his cheeks flushing uncomfortably. Straddling Sylus' lap, he could clearly feel the bulge beneath him. Damn, he must be huge. I mean, everything about Sylus is huge, so it shouldn't be a shock…

“What’s on your mind, sweetie?”

Sylus ran his hands up Elijah's thighs. He struggled to meet Sylus' curious gaze.

“You look really good,” Elijah muttered. “You feel really, really good. I'm just… nervous.”

“Come down here, kitten,” he suggested. “I'll help you relax.”

Sylus tugged gently at his waist until Elijah leaned down and propped his arms on either side.

“You’re very tempting like this,” Sylus growled. “Mm. Sitting on my lap with your lovely face all flushed.”

Sylus’ words made his heart pound. Despite his nerves, Eli leaned down to kiss him. His kisses were warm and passionate, his every move intentional. Elijah felt a hint of tongue against his lips and eagerly accepted it.

Sylus’ strong hands remained pressed to Eli's lower back, guiding him to grind on his lap. Elijah moaned softly as Sylus rocked his hips, their bellies rubbing together.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Sylus whispered.

Elijah’s heart jumped into his throat. What if he turns me away once he sees me naked?

“Can I… touch you first?” Elijah offered. “It might help me… relax.”

“Do whatever you want with me, kitten.”

Elijah reached for the front of Sylus' pants. After a few seconds of watching Eli fumbling with the button, Sylus gently pushed him aside and did it himself. Elijah grabbed his lube from the nightstand and rested his hand on Sylus' thigh.

“You’re shaking, sweetie,” Sylus fawned, covering Elijah's hand with his own. “Is this still what you want?”

“More than anything,” Elijah replied. “I'm just… overexcited.”

“Take it at your own pace, then,” he responded with an easy, comforting smile. “I'm not in any rush.”

Sylus watched with rapt attention as Elijah freed his cock. It was surprisingly large, and a little intimidating, like the man himself.

“Is this alright, kitten?” he questioned as he tugged gently at Eli's waistband. He nodded, and Sylus helped him wiggle out of his shorts. “Good boy. That's more comfortable, isn't it?”

He nodded, and Sylus patted his thigh, encouraging him to straddle it. Elijah swallowed back his nervousness and climbed up. He got his hands slick before grabbing Sylus' massive length. Working slowly at first, he twisted his hands slightly on each stroke. His movements drew a shuddering groan from Sylus' throat.

“You know what you're doing, don't you?” Sylus growled, letting out a low, delicious laugh. “Ahhh, that's nice.”

“Maybe I'm not as rusty as I thought,” he responded with a shy smile.

As he worked, Elijah found himself bouncing on Sylus' thigh. He was already embarrassingly wet to begin with, and his cock began to twitch, as well.

“Oh, kitten,” Sylus groaned. “You feel incredible.”

Can he feel the bulge through my boxers? What will he think when he sees it?

Elijah suddenly realized how heavily he was sweating. The low rumbles emanating from Sylus' mouth merely wound him tighter. Desire built in Elijah's belly, and his pulse throbbed between his legs as he bounced on Sylus' perfectly firm thigh.

Oh, no. Not this easily. Not without him even touching me.

Eli's hips began to quiver, and the moans he’d been holding back came tumbling out. He picked up the pace, grinding harder against Sylus' thigh as his thoughts swirled. Despite how pathetic it felt to come in his boxers before Sylus could even finish, Elijah was beyond caring. His body took over, demanding he chase the delicious feeling to its inevitable conclusion.

“You sound so lovely,” Sylus moaned. “Oh, Elijah-”

“Sylus-” He tipped suddenly over the edge as he heard his name. “Fuck-”

Elijah’s eyes slammed shut, and his hips jutted forward. He groaned as hot pleasure bloomed in his belly. Even a small orgasm felt like much-needed relief after years of sexual frustration and lonely nights. When Elijah opened his eyes, Sylus was staring up at him intently.

“Kitten,” Sylus purred with a knowing smirk. “Was that what it looked like?”

“Yes,” Elijah whined pitifully, covering his scorching face with the crook of his elbow. “I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to- It’s been such a long ti-”

“Don't apologize,” Sylus growled. “I loved it.”

Elijah uncovered his eyes to see Sylus' were intent on him. He was quiet for a moment, unsure how to respond.

“It wasn't a big one,” he mumbled.

“Then we'll have to remedy that, won't we?” Sylus mused, a dirty grin spreading across his face. “Can I touch you?”

We've come this far already. There's no avoiding it now — even if he doesn't like the way I look, I have to face it sometime.

“Yeah. I'm just a little… shy.”

Elijah pulled his boxers off and pressed his thighs together, unsure how to explain his bottom growth. When he started taking testosterone, he had become more sensitive between his legs. Since then, it was easier to get off, but easier to get overstimulated.

Surprisingly, it seemed Elijah didn't need to explain anything. As Sylus used the lube to wet his fingers, he purposefully covered his palm, as well. Has he done this before?

“Come closer,” Sylus instructed. “Sit on my hand, kitten. Is that alright?”

Elijah inched forward on his knees. Once he was within reach, Sylus carefully slipped a finger inside.

“Perfect,” Sylus whispered. “Mm, you're all revved up. Can I say you're wet?”

Elijah gulped and nodded, distracted by the feeling of another finger joining the first.

“Y-yeah,” he mumbled. “That's what I say.”

Sylus' long, nimble fingers hunted along the front wall. Elijah gasped when a small wave of pleasure traveled through his belly.

“Wet, then,” Sylus purred. “Soaking wet for me, like a good boy.”

The affirmation made Elijah moan. Sylus rubbed his palm against the outside while he beckoned on the inside. Elijah’s pleasure spiraled rapidly, sweeping away his nervousness. He began to lose focus on touching Sylus’ cock, but the lack of reciprocity didn't seem to bother him.

“That feels so good,” Eli groaned, his eyelids growing heavy. “Oh, Sylus.”

“Say my name when it’s good,” Sylus panted. “I love it.”

Elijah's moans grew louder, and his thighs began to quiver. As he rutted against Sylus' palm, he realized how quickly his peak was approaching.

“Sylus- I'm going to come-”

“Come for me,” Sylus demanded, his breaths ragged and fingers beckoning harder. “Come now- Be a good boy-”

“Fuck,” Elijah cried out. “Sy-”

He felt fireworks explode in his belly. Sylus worked him through his orgasm, continuing the motion until Elijah's eyes rolled back and he whined with overstimulation. His knees buckled, and he slumped down onto Sylus' hand, chest heaving.

“Good boy,” Sylus fawned. “Come, sit on my cock. I want to feel you closer.”

“I'm not quite ready to… take it yet,” Eli mumbled.

“That's alright, sweetheart,” Sylus reassured him, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. “You don't have to do anything before you're ready. Let’s just feel each other.”

Elijah nodded, his stomach fluttering as he straddled him. Sylus slotted his cock between Elijah's legs and guided his pelvis back and forth.

“Yes, just like that,” Sylus groaned. “Take what you need, kitten.”

Grinding on Sylus’ rigid cock felt invigorating, and Elijah’s own arousal made it more slippery. Sylus looked up at him with a furrowed brow.

“So handsome,” Sylus panted, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Elijah-”

Hearing his name from Sylus' lips made him whimper and grind harder.

“Oh, kitten-” Sylus groaned. “Don't stop, now- ngh- that's it-”

Sylus' eyes glazed over with lust. He encouraged Eli to rock faster as he thrusted upwards.

“Harder,” Elijah moaned. “Sylus-”

“Fuck-!” he grunted loudly. “Coming- hah-”

Elijah felt Sylus' rock-hard length pulsing between his legs and glanced down to see his come spurting out. Sylus groaned and dug into Elijah's thighs with a nearly bruising grip as he made a mess of the space between them.

When he relaxed, Elijah started to shuffle off of his lap. Sylus' eyes shot open and he grabbed Eli's hips, guiding him onto his sticky abs instead.

“Don't go,” Sylus panted. “You haven't finished yet.”

“I don't need any-”

“Hush, now,” he growled breathlessly. “Be a good boy and ride me until you come. Just like this.”

“On your stomach?” Elijah asked timidly. “You want me to…?”

“Yes, kitten,” Sylus affirmed. “Take what you desire. Make it three.”

Despite his uncertainty, Elijah began to rut against his belly. Sylus' abs were taut, smooth, and slippery with his come.

“Does that feel good?” Sylus’ lips curled into a smirk when Elijah nodded. “Good, good. You're doing so well, sweetie.”

“Feels so good,” Elijah whimpered, waves of pleasure rolling through his belly. “So good-”

“What a handsome boy,” Sylus fawned. “Taking what he needs from me, just like that. Using me for his pleasure. That's it.”

“S-Sylus-” Elijah whined. “I- I'm close-”

His thighs tightened on either side of Sylus’ rigid waist as his climax approached.

“Oh, yes, kitten,” Sylus moaned. “I hear you. Come for me, now.”

“Sylus-!” he cried out, his pelvis jutting forward. “Ohhh-”

Elijah whimpered as he came, his cock twitching and his insides tightening. Sylus groaned in response, getting off on his pleasure. Eli’s muscles threatened to give out as he finished, but Sylus took his shoulders and eased him down. He laid his heavy head on the pillow above Sylus' shoulder with a long, shuddering sigh.

“Oh, sweet boy,” Sylus whispered in his ear. “You sound so lovely.”

He kissed Elijah’s cheek and nuzzled the sweaty hair at his temple. The tenderness of Sylus' actions made Eli’s stomach flutter.

“Thank you,” Elijah murmured into the pillow. “I really needed that.”

“It would seem so,” Sylus said reverently. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

The pair laid quietly, their bare bodies pressed together despite the sticky mess between them. Once his breath steadied, Elijah felt his sleepiness creeping back in. Instead of succumbing to it, he forced himself up.

“I need to pee,” he mumbled.

Elijah detangled himself from the sheets and tossed a hand towel to Sylus before excusing himself. As he washed up, he noticed his tan cheeks were stained a deep red. He slicked his hair back from his sweaty forehead. When Elijah returned to his bedroom, Sylus was sitting up on the bed.

“Come back to me, kitten.”

Sylus' gentle tone made his stomach flutter. Elijah sat across from him, but instead, Sylus picked him up and placed him on his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around Eli's waist, burying his nose in his shoulder.

“Let's get some more rest,” Sylus suggested. “I'm not ready to let you go just yet.”

“That sounds perfect,” Elijah whispered. Sylus laid back on the bed with Elijah straddling him. “I'm glad you still like me.”

Sylus turned his head, staying quiet for a moment before he responded.

“Sweetheart, why would sex make me like you less?”

“I don't know,” Elijah mumbled. “I was worried you wouldn't like the way I look… you know… down there.”

“Your body is beautiful, Eli.” Sylus sounded hurt by the very notion. “Why wouldn't I like the way you look?”

“It's not, like… normal.” Elijah anxiously chewed his lip, letting out a shuddering breath. “It's, uh… in between. I was worried you'd be disappointed. That it wasn't what you… expected.”

“What did you think I was expecting, sweetie?” Sylus asked gently.

“I don't know,” Elijah murmured. “A normal dick, I guess.”

Sylus breathed deeply and let out a long, slow sigh.

“I wasn't expecting it to be one way or another,” he said. “And besides, I like you for you, not just your body.”

“A lot of guys want someone who's, uh… well-endowed,” Eli choked out. “But I haven't had any surgery down there.”

“Do you want the surgery?” Sylus asked genuinely.

“I… I don't know,” Elijah muttered. “I really like the other stuff, but the bottom is… scary, I guess. It's so invasive, and the healing is rough, and… maybe I still wouldn't like how it looked.”

Sylus pulled Elijah closer and rolled onto his side.

“You shouldn't do anything that isn't right for you,” Sylus told him firmly, looking him in the eye. “Make the choice when you're ready. To hell with anyone else.”

Elijah sniffled, his eyes welling up suddenly. Sylus gently petted his hair, looking torn by the sudden emotional response.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Sylus fawned. “Was I too harsh? Did I say the wrong thing?”

Elijah shook his head, trying to keep his lip from quivering.

“No,” he choked out. “You're the first guy to see me… down there… since I started taking testosterone. And you- I don't know why you're so kind to me.”

“You deserve kindness,” Sylus whispered, cupping Eli's cheek and pressing their foreheads together. “I like you, Elijah. I'm not going to run away.”

Elijah basked in his soft, genuine expression. He seems honest. But maybe he’s just telling me what I want to hear.

“Do you believe me, kitten?” Sylus asked, as if reading his mind.

“I want to,” Elijah responded honestly. Does that make it sound like I don't trust him? “It’s not your fault. It's just… hard for me. I'm sorry.”

The cool light of early dawn crept in through the blinds. Sylus rolled onto his back and pulled Elijah close. He rested his head on Sylus' sturdy chest, his eyes falling closed as he listened to the steady thud of his heart.

“I have plenty of time to prove it to you,” Sylus murmured. “I'm not going anywhere.”

~~~~~

[abigailsins]

First night as Mr. and Mrs. Ancunin ♥

[embetie]

Got distracted by a beautiful reference, had to draw it since it's perfect

[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

Horny thoughts #12 (I think)

CW: P in V sex. Overstimulation. Squirting🔞MDNI🔞

This one is new and its a gift for my girl @seraphineash. 😘😘.

Pomegranate Masterlist

The first time you try to ride Sylus everything goes wrong. You were determined to get this right. To make him beg like he always made you do. But the moment you tried to ride him, reality set in—this wasn't like the videos you'd secretly watched. The angle was wrong, hitting places that made you hiss and clench your teeth. Your hips didn't know the rhythm, didn't know how to move, and every bounce felt like you were trying to impale yourself on him.

Then he laughed.

"Tired already, sweetie?" His voice dripped with mock concern that made your blood boil. You weren't tired—you were a hunter, for fuck's sake. You'd faced down Wanderers and survived. This shouldn't be so damn difficult.

But you didn't know what you didn't know, and every movement felt awkward, wrong. Your face must have been making that clear because he kept looking at you with those knowing crimson eyes and that infuriating smirk.

The nerve of him. The absolute nerve.

You wanted to prove him wrong. But your body wasn't cooperating, you were too tense, too focused on not hurting yourself, too caught up in the humiliation of not knowing what you were doing.

You couldt get it out of your head. You had to do this right. So what do you do? You watch every video, read every magazine article, practice with your toy until your thighs burned and your mind was full of possibilities.

But when you try again? Same mess. Wrong angle, wrong movements, wrong everything.

"You are doing good, Miss hunter, but apparently you still need some... instruction."

So he did what Sylus always did when you were too stubborn, too proud to ask for help. He took over.

He flipped you onto your back, positioned himself between your thighs, and fucked you properly. He didn't stop until you were boneless and passed out on his bed, too tired to even try again.

A whole week later, you think about it again. Again. But then something adds to the whole thing—this nagging insecurity about your body. About how you'd look naked and bouncing on him. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. So you forget it and try to focus on other things. Anything to keep your mind off it.

Until that night.

When you both get home from a particularly grueling mission, exhausted and covered in grime. Sylus pours you both drinks—his way of celebrating surviving another day—and you find yourself sitting on his lap in his office, his hands on your waist, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs something about how good you look even when you're filthy.

The alcohol hits different when you're already tired. Makes your head fuzzy, your inhibitions lower. Makes you brave.

Before you can think better of it, you're straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders, his mouth on your neck.

Something about his words, about the way he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters, about the liquid courage warming your veins—it all adds up.

You're not thinking about your body anymore. You're not thinking about anything except this.

You take off your shirt and your shoulders loosen, the tension melting away as cool air hits your bare skin. Your breath leaves in slow, willing sighs, and you notice how his hand has taken one of your wrists, thumb stroking the racing vein there. It feels like his mark, like he's claiming you even in this small way.

The skirt you're wearing bunches up when you widen your legs, you take his hand on your wrist and the other one in your hands and push them behind his chair.

"Use your evol."

He understands immediately, and you see his eyes widen for a second before that infuriating smirk shows itself again. "Are you...?"

"I'm sure. If you touch me, I'll stop."

He obeys—of course he does. But that stupid smirk is still there, even as you lower his zipper and let his cock spring free into your hand. Even when you wrap your hand around it and stroke it a few times, feeling the heat of him, the weight of him. Even when you pull your panties to the side with one hand and the other lines him up at your entrance.

Until you start to sink down. Slowly. Very slowly, and you watch as his expression shifts—lips parting, that smirk completely gone, replaced by something raw and hungry as he stares at his cock disappearing between your folds.

You notice it now, what the problem was. His hands were always too tense, gripping you like he was afraid he'd hurt you, making you as rigid and uncertain as he was. But now, when you finally start to move, when his cock slides in and out without hurting, opening you up to pleasure—finally it feels right.

He tries to move his hands—forgetting completely that they're bound by his own evol—and groans in response to your chuckle, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Such a cruel little thing," he breathes, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before opening again to meet yours. "You're... you're enjoying this, aren't you? Is this what you wanted?"

His hips buck involuntarily, a small, desperate thrust that pushes deeper inside you.

The movement makes you moan, and on his next thrust you sink lower until your ass meets his skin, both of you throwing your heads back. The feeling of his cock hitting so deep is intoxicating, something that feels different from anything you've experienced before.

It's no secret to Sylus that you can only cum with clit stimulation, so his next words don't come as a surprise "Let me help you, it will feel so much better."

But you shake your head, a sharp denial that's more instinct than thought. Your hips keep moving, keep bouncing on him like you're a machine programmed to chase this feeling. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, mixing with your breathy moans.

You don't care that your breasts are bouncing right in front of his face, that he can see everything. You don't care about the rhythm you've fallen into, just the building pressure in your core, the way his cock hits so deep it feels like he's rearranging your insides.

Your vision starts to white out at the edges, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks, and you rock harder, faster, chasing that edge where pleasure becomes something else entirely.

You feel it the moment your clit brushes against the coarse hair on top of his cock—that weird, urgent pressure like you might actually pee if you don't stop and it makes you slow down. Before you can give up sgain his voice cracks through the haze: "Please don't stop, not now, sweetie keep going."

He sounds shattered. Broken. Needy. Like you own every piece of him.

Giving in to his plea you start again, but something shifts between you—this time since you started sleeping together, Sylus breaks first. The veins in his neck look strained, his groan so loud you actually worry the twins might hear it. But you keep going, taking him to overstimulation like he always does to you, and for the first time you understand why it drives him so wild to see you like this.

When you stick your fingers in his mouth to soak them in his saliva before bringing them down to your clit, his eyes go half-lidded with pleasure and pride. It only takes three circles around it before you cum—hard. Squirting all over his lap so much his eyes widen in surprise, the noises you make so raw and beautiful it almost makes him cum sgain.

"Fuck," he breathes, staring down at the mess between your bodies like he's never seen anything more perfect "Do it again"

[luvcandy24writer]

I need this man biblically.

Hair Care

Summary: Caleb knows he’s spoiled you rotten, but there’s anyways new ways for him to discover how to please you.

Word count 1.3k

Content warning: this started out fluffy until it wasn’t lol, eventual mild smut, Caleb loves to spoil you (amongst other things)

A/n: I have nothing appropriate to say about this other than I just listened to his latest card and damn I love how he sounds 🫠

You’d always known Caleb loved to spoil you. He snuck you candy when you were little, sweet drinks when you were in school, and shopping sprees after you’d moved in with him in Skyhaven. It made him happy to know he was the one that gave you such joy or pleasure. You always returned it though, peppering his face with kisses or sitting on his lap and playing with his hair while you chatted idly.

He noticed how calm and happy you always looked after a hair appointment. You ran your fingers through the freshly washed and styled locks and sighed contentedly. Curiosity overcame him, and he asked to go with you to the next one.

It was several weeks later, but he didn’t let you forget your promise. He sat in the waiting area and watched as your stylist brought you to wash your hair. You grinned happily as the warm water hit your head and groaned with a laugh as she washed your scalp gently. As you two talked in between shampooing and conditioning, he understood. Your head was a little sensitive.

As you walked back to your seat with a hand holding a towel to your hair, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss. And being himself, Caleb just attacked like you shot him straight through the heart. Your giggle made him grin and he watched again as the stylist began brushing it. He noticed she took her time, making sure every tangle was gone and even sweeping all your hair into one hand and brushing up from the back of your neck. He couldn’t have missed the shivers and the way your eyes closed in delight at this action.

As he mentally took notes, he wished he’d realized this sweet spot sooner, planning to use it to his advantage as soon as possible.

Your hair was then blow dried into a style you loved and you couldn’t stop touching it even when the stylist lovingly smacked your hands away so you wouldn’t get it oily too fast.

You bounced over to Caleb and he pulled you in by the waist.

“You look amazing, honey,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss your temple and inhale the sweet scent from your hair.

“Thank you! It’s so soft…” you said, smiling as you brushed it lightly off your shoulder.

He continued complimenting you in order to pay without you noticing. Only when you pulled out your wallet and your stylist gave you a smirk did you understand.

“You smooth talker!” She scolded him, making him and your stylist laugh.

“You should have been using my card this whole time, Pip.”

“I have enough to pay for my own haircuts, Caleb,” you said, only slightly annoyed but mostly still enjoying the leftover tingles in your scalp.

—//—//

The next day, you woke up next to Caleb as usual and snuggled closer into him as he rubbed your back.

“Good morning,” he muttered. You would never tire of his voice raspy with sleep.

“Morning, Cay,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him briefly.

“What should we do today?” He asked in between kisses. “Finally a weekend off.”

“Farmers market?” You suggested.

“You read my mind,” he grinned, kissing you deeply.

“Alright. We should get ready now since they open early.”

You begrudgingly rolled out of bed and began your morning routine: washing your face, brushing your teeth, doing your make up, and just as you were about to start the last step, Caleb came up behind you.

“Let me,” he said, grabbing the hair brush from your hand.

“Sure,” you smiled at him through the mirror.

He began brushing small tangles out, gently tugging and apologizing constantly until you told him you had a hard head and it didn’t hurt. Then he brushed it out of your face and your eyes drooped a little. He caught it in the mirror and hid the small smile that threatened to escape. Deciding to copy what your stylist had done, he swooped all of your hair into one hand and put the brush to the back of your neck and brushed upwards. The effect was immediate.

You shivered and closed your eyes, releasing a small, shaky exhale. He did it again and got the same result. He moved the brush slightly to the side and this time, your head lolled forward and you had to grab the countertop for balance.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” you said with a smile, eyes still closed. He grinned openly and continued his ministrations, only faltering when a small moan sounded in your throat. You mistook his pause as him being done.

“Thanks, Cay. That was amazing,” you said, turning around to beam up at him. You weren’t prepared for the dark, hungry look in his eyes. You gave him a questioning look before he bent down to grab your thighs and haul you back to bed.

“What’s gotten into you?” You questioned, though not at all opposed to this turn of events.

Instead of answering, he leaned down to kiss you breathless, using his ridiculous strength to easily move you to the center of the bed. When he broke away to kiss and lick his way down your jaw and neck, he was panting.

“You know you make little sounds when I brush your hair like that?” He asked, nipping the skin just below your ear. “Drives me crazy…” your responding moan only made his kisses more frenzied.

You pulled at his clothes, trying to get them off as soon as possible while he did the same, opting to stand and rid himself of the offending fabric. You took the opportunity to do the same, kneeling on the mattress in front of him and kissing his exposed torso as he tried to kick off his boxers.

You were growing impatient, eventually grabbing his arms and pulling him back to your side and straddling his waist. He pulled you close quickly and kissed you harder than before, eager for what he knew was coming.

His hands wandered over your exposed skin while yours were on one of his shoulders or tangled into his hair.

“God, you’re too perfect,” he groaned into your collarbone, making sure to leave a bruise there. The little pants you made close to his ear were music to him.

You decided you didn’t need anymore foreplay, reaching down between you to line him up with your opening. A mutual moan escaped both of you as you sat on him fully.

“Oh, my god,” you whined, starting to move your hips in a pattern you knew would make you break quickly.

Caleb was no better, bucking his hips up into you when he could, groaning and cursing when you clenched down on him.

Your hands moved to claw at his shoulder blades but you didn’t expect what he did next.

One of his hands came to the back of your neck and gripped a fistful of hair and pulled it back roughly, earning him a breathy yelp from you. You held onto his biceps as he bit your neck roughly, keeping a firm grip on your hair.

“Oh, FUCK, Caleb!” You nearly yelled, causing his pace to stutter.

The next few moments were a mess of limbs and moans and ecstasy.

You groaned loudly as you came, your thighs burning and Caleb slapping up into you just a few more times before he came too.

As you both came down from your highs panting, you peppered slow kisses across his jaw.

His hands moved to rub your back and hips and thighs, humming in delight as you kissed his lips tenderly.

“Still want to go to the farmers market?” You asked, breathlessly. A chuckle left him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I want to brush your hair again. I kinda messed it up,” he said, a devilish smirk playing across his lips.

[fentoko]

Long Awaited Revelry : Cornered Beast

[cosmicalwanderer]

"You've kept me waiting, kitten"

[lilithkleia]

something about sylus manhandling just for fun, carrying you around with one hand—slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while you try to protest, with his hand just meeting your ass in a playful spank :c. he’s so mean about it too, always pinning your wrists above his head while he thrusts into you, making sure you keep your eyes on him while he renders you almost stupid on his cock. he’s always flipping you over, folding you in any way he pleases and he’s just so massive that you can’t help but be flustered with how easily he just throws you around. oh, but he’d never hurt you, his eyes always scanning over your body to make sure you’re okay, and there’s something so soft about the way he double checks before he has you writhing underneath him.

[rin-lemurian]

Edited : NO AI

[sylus-flower-kitten]

happy birthday (nsfw, mdni)

pairing: sylus x reader

cw/tw: round two, light bdsm, facesitting, oral, overstimulation, begging, making a mess on sylus' face, aftercare

a/n: posting it 9 days after sylus' birthday is intended and just in case we have visual learners in here <3

the sun shone through the slightly ajar curtains of your bedroom. sylus' sleeping form next to you on the bed as he laid on his stomach, the red angry marks that you made last night was on full display on his toned back.

it was sylus' birthday today and the celebrations might have started a bit early last night when you gave him a birthday kiss at midnight. before you know it, clothes were discarded and you were pleasing the birthday boy on his desires.

a smile made its way to your lips as you traced his features with your finger, being careful to not wake him up.

sylus stirred, a small groan escaping his lips as he moved to lay on his back before opening his eyes and looking at you.

"morning, kitten." his voice was groggy, the raspiness sending heat down to your core.

"good morning. happy birthday." you greeted, sylus smiled as he reached over and pulled you closer to him. he kept his arm around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"hmm, i want something for my birthday." sylus mumbled against your neck.

"yeah? what is it?" you asked, though you had a feeling that a round two was in line from the way sylus was acting right now. he began peppering kisses on your neck, soft sighs escaping him.

"look in the bedside table, sweetie." sylus instructed, pulling away for a second so you can roll over and see what he had in there.

you pulled open the top drawer of the bedside table to see handcuffs as you smirked and grabbed it, holding it up for him to see.

"is this what you have in mind?" you asked, sylus mirrored your smirk.

"if you'll let me, i want to handcuff you to the bed and sit on my face while i eat you out, kitten." sylus said, the idea of it making your breath hitch as you can already feel your arousal starting again.

"sit on your face? sy, i'm-" you started but he cut you off with a warning growl.

"you're what? too heavy? i don't care, kitten. when i tell you to sit on my face, i mean sit on my face." sylus said, his tone reminding you that he didn't care about any of the protests you think might inconvenience him.

you agreed as sylus got to work on handcuffing you to the bed, checking in with you to make sure it wasn't too tight or uncomfortable.

"hold onto the headboard if you want, i'm not stopping until i'm satisfied." sylus said, laying down and guiding your leg to straddle him. you looked down between your legs to see him looking up at you as you hovered over him.

"sit." it wasn't a request, it was a command. a gasp left your lips when sylus wrapped his arms around your thighs and sat you down on his face, his lips immediately finding your clit and you moaned.

"look at you, kitten. already so wet and we barely even started yet." sylus teased, licking a long stripe in between your folds and you gripped the headboard of the bed.

"that's your faul- oh gods." you threw your head back when sylus started sucking to shut you up. you could feel his smirk against you. bastard.

his tongue worked wonders on you, knowing exactly how to eat you out the way you need. a series of whimpers and moans escaping you, and groans from sylus.

you could feel your first orgasm forming in your lower stomach, your thighs clenching around his head and he hummed.

"your thighs clenched. are you close, kitten?" sylus asked in between lapping your pussy as you only managed a nod.

sylus gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he growled in warning.

"i asked you. are you close, kitten?" sylus said, looking up at you. he loves his verbal responses and any given chance to dominate you.

"y-yes, sy." you moaned, looking down at him as you made eye contact.

"hmm, shame. you're not allowed to cum." sylus said, but his mouth continued on you as it made it difficult for you to hold back your orgasm.

"no- sylus, please." you pleaded, your head throwing back as a soft cry left your lips.

"i said no, sweetie." sylus growled, his tone making you obey.

"i'm not done tasting you. i'll let you cum when i let you cum, understood?" he added and you nodded.

sylus cruelly denied you of cumming a few more times, your thighs starting to tremble against his grip from the constant denying.

"sylus, please! please, let me cum!" you desperately pleaded, pulling at your restraints. he ate you out harder and faster, challenging you.

"sy-" you gasped before your orgasm broke through. your body trembling on top of him from how intense it is.

"sylus. oh fuck, sy. just like that. thank you. fuck, thank you." the words slipped through as you rode out your high. you thought sylus was going to stop but he didn't.

you started getting overstimulated as you tried to move off of him but he kept you in place with a strong grip.

"you wanted to cum, right? now cum and don't stop until i tell you to." sylus smirked, reaching up to play with your breasts as his fingers flicked and pinched your nipples, adding to your overstimulated pleasure.

"i- ngh- you- i can't-" you whimpered, sylus pulling two more orgasms in a row as he lapped up every drop of your juices like he was a man starved.

"good fucking girl, kitten. you taste so good, so good for me. fuck, i can eat this pussy of yours all day." sylus praised, pulling yet another orgasm.

he didn't relent, too cum drunk to stop as he was lost in how you taste, how you felt sat on top of him.

"sy, i can't- can't- cum anymore." you managed out, looking down at him.

"one more. give me one more, sweetie. you can do it." sylus said, burying himself in between your thighs again. you were so overstimulated and sensitive but the way he ate you out? an orgasm was in line no matter what.

"look at me. keep your eyes on me. that's it, good girl." sylus commanded as you kept eye contact while you came and moaned his name, making yet another mess on his lips.

he let you ride out your high before detaching from your cunt, sitting you down on his chest instead.

"are you okay? you did so well for me, kitten." sylus asked, his hands working to remove your restraints.

once you were free, he discarded the cuffs and pulled your trembling body against him.

"shh, shh. i got you, kitten. you were so good but can you use your words, please? tell me how you're feeling." sylus said, his voice soft and filled with concern as you lifted your head from his chest to look at him.

"i'm okay, overstimulated, sensitive." you breathed out, panting softly. the sight of you like this made sylus smile. he pulled you closer to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

"i know, sweetie. just rest, i got you, you're safe with me." sylus murmured, pulling you back down on his chest as he ran his hand through your hair.

"happy birthday." you managed to say before falling asleep on him. sylus smiled, holding you tighter.

safe to say, sylus looked forward to every april with you. not because these were the kind of gifts you gave him but because he got to celebrate his birthdays with you.

[syslut]

we makin biscuits in the right places. nice one dragon li.😌💕✨