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"It's complete rubbish! No one cheated. It was an amicable breakup. But Gin's getting Howler after Howler, and the Harpies have had to beef up security." Harry tosses the newspaper onto Malfoy's desk. "Skeeter can't get away with this again. I want to sue her and the Prophet for slander."
Malfoy shakes his head. "Actually, it's libel."
Harry blinks. "Isn't that the same thing?"
Malfoy chuckles. "While I'd normally love to make a crack about your lack of intelligence, Potter, it's actually a common misconception. Libel and slander are both types of defamation, but libel is published content, and slander is spoken, as in a speech or conversation."
Harry hums. "Interesting. You really know your stuff."
Malfoy scoffs. "I'm only one of the top defamation litigators in the Wizarding World."
Harry leans back in his chair and props his feet up on Malfoy's desk just to see if he'll scowl. Which he does.
Harry smirks. "So, do you think we'd have a case?"
Malfoy snorts. "Well, it'll take a lot more than a single conversation with you to actually determine that, not to mention that no one's ever won a defamation suit against the Prophet. But," he grins, wide and a bit unsettling, "that's because they've never been sued by me."
Harry swings his legs off the desk and leans forward toward Malfoy, holding out his hand. "So, you'll do it?"
"Potter," Malfoy says, taking Harry's hand in a firm shake. "Let's make some history."
Hello everyone! I've got a fic rec for you from @witchlightaura, submitted via DM.
Hii! There's a rec for a fic I am very excited about to share. <3
It's Drarry & Remione. Time-travel fix it. Set post-Final Battle of Hogwarts where all three of them gets a fresh chance at life. It's an extremely healing fiction and those who enjoy the Marauders' content + Black Family chaos, its the perfect read! :))
The plot is incredibly well crafted and every character study is so spot-on, it's fascinating for deep dives <3 I fell in love with the depth and accuracy of the author's writing…it's magical. No joke, I've never been so passionate about a fiction before but this one has my whole heart…its chaotic, warm, feels like a hug all the time and extremely addictive!♡
Although keep in mind, it's a slow-burn fic that builds beautifully so be ready for the long haul with a perfect blend of humor, tension and emotional intensity.
Also there are a few bonus scenes of the work which didn't make the original cut so the author posted them separately on ao3 itself, for clear directions to them, it's recommended to drop a comment asking for draft/bonus scenes, someone will get back to you!♡
Read "The Glass Passenger" by lifeisapopsong on AO3!
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Magic is a non-renewable resource. The only reason modern scientists had considered it a myth is because the wizards of previous eras eventually exhausted it. That was until an oil rig breeched an untapped reservoir by accident.
One of your party members died, everyone's sad, even you, that is until their weapon turns into a genderbent version of him/her and picked up the dead body, which then turned into a slightly broken version of a weapon. And acts like it's normal?
alternate ending to error 404 where sylus still manages to cross dimensions—but he gets to you a little too late, when you’ve already settled for a quiet, cookie-cutter life.
maybe he shows up on your wedding day, wearing a tux because he could at least pretend to dress the part, standing at the back of the crowd far enough not to cause a scene. you’re in white, and older than he remembers. older than him, now, in this borrowed body. and still, to him, you’re as breathtaking as the day he first truly saw you—his impossible, beautiful angel.
maybe your eyes meet. maybe you find each other behind the chapel your mother insisted on, and he gets one last dance. maybe he’s allowed to kiss your hand. and maybe you pretend there aren’t tears in both your eyes when you walk back inside, while he stands there watching the love of all his lives walk out of his life, this final one, without him.
Zayne is Caleb's primary care physician and he is not an easy patient. He doesn't take his health seriously at all. One day, after Caleb pushes back against one of his doctor's orders, Zayne asks sternly, "So, you're planning on disobeying me?" Caleb gets so turned on so fast that he actually feels dizzy.
Zayne really is the only one who has authority over him like this. It used to be because he was the oldest of the friend group and therefore was in charge of them. But now they are both grown adults, Zayne shouldn't have any power over him but it doesn't feel that way. He loves and wants Zayne to never stop ordering him around.
Cuck Caleb because im being mean to him, with a side of slight ooc.
Okay so imagine Caleb wanting to be in your life in any capacity. He knows he doesnt deserve to be after his death and subsequent return, but he will take whatever role you will let him take. Even if that means watching as another man fucks you while he fists his painfully hard cock. Though it doesn’t help that your new boyfriend is also aware how badly he hurt you.
He’s sat on the floor, watching from the other side of the bed as Zayne fucks you, bent over the bed so Caleb can only see your face and the way Zayne thrusts into you. Watching as your eyes roll back in your head and completely forget he is even there, his hand holding yours tightly as the other strokes himself. The entire time Zayne is staring Caleb down, his gaze is icy. Doesn’t let Caleb touch you much, but will gather some of your combined cum on his fingers and make Caleb clean it. However, he is not afraid to let Caleb touch/taste him, will be the only way Caleb can taste you anyways. “Don’t be rude, Caleb, thank her for letting you watch and clean this mess.” and “Be a good boy and clean her off of me.”
Rafayel is both nice and mean to him. He is nice enough to let Caleb touch you, to grasp at your breasts and suck on them as he fucks you. But will remind Caleb of his place in this dynamic very quickly if his hand wanders too far. Rafayel would have you laying next to Caleb with your legs spread enough that Caleb can watch his length disappear into you, Caleb stroking himself at the same pace as Rafayel. Likes to challenge and tease Caleb to see if he can last long, then laughs when he inevitably fails. Rafayel is the most physical with Caleb, isn’t afraid to mess around with him or shoo his hand away and help Caleb cum. If Caleb cums over Rafayels hand, he’ll let you clean it up for him, smirking as he watches Caleb’s cock turn painfully hard just from watching you lick his hand clean. “Did you cum again? Please, you couldn’t even handle five seconds in her” and “This is really pathetic, we barely even touched you and you’re this hard already?”
Xavier doesn’t let Caleb touch himself or you, because he wants Caleb entire attention on you so he doesn’t forget how good he makes you feel. Has Caleb sit across the room while he has his way with you. Make sure to tell you the sweetest things, while being so mean to Caleb. If Caleb acts up then he might be blindfolded or kicked out of the room entirely, forced to only hear you. Will give Caleb your used panties to use later and will let Caleb film it if he wants. Most likely to forget Caleb is even here, gets so lost in you that barely notices until he hears Caleb groan. “You’re still here?” and “Tell him how good I make you feel.”
I think Sylus would be the nicest of them all. He doesn’t mind sharing you, he knows that you’ll come back to him always. So he’s fine with Caleb eating his cum out of you or making out with you while he fucks you. Hell, wouldn’t mind letting Caleb fuck you every so often, if only to remind you just how good he fills you after. Has you bent over the bed, fucking you from behind as you try your best to suck Caleb off, getting distracted by how good Sylus fucks you that Caleb becomes an after thought. Behind Rafayel, is the next most physical with Caleb, playfully ruffling Caleb hair after he cums too quick or making out with him. Has you engage with Caleb the most, “Ask him if you can cum, baby” and “Tell him how badly you want to suck him off”.
Imagine puppyleb who goes into heat every so often and gets so desperate for any kind of stimulation so he starts dry humping against whoever’s there; you, Zayne, Gideon, Sylus and you’re all so used to it that you just let it happen. Like there’s only a select few people he does that with. When he just started to get them, Zayne was there to take care of him. And then he left for med school so it was you, and then he left for the DAA so it was Gideon and then he came back and now he has all of the above and Sylus. No logical reason for Sylus to be there other than I ship them.
Although another thing I’d really like to explore would be puppyleb and rafayel in heat together that would be… steamy. Put in bunny!xavier into the mix and welp I guess we just made the horniest trio of bottoms. To be honest, even Sylus can be included seeing as he’s a dragon and all. So lots of frotting and dry humping. Sylus is the only top here. And perhaps you with a strap. Zayne’s not an active participant unless one of them is feeling particularly needy and is begging him. But otherwise I want these whiny omega bottoms to desperately hump each other. Because that would be hot. That would be hot.
sylus
⁃ super clingy drunk. we know he has an average tolerance but he will 100% drink too much wine with you and become the clingiest man alive. i’m talking nuzzling into your cheek/neck, trailing kisses on your jaw, telling you how pretty you are/how much he loves you/how he wants all of your time. will deny it the next morning
⁃ lowkey a photographer. any scenic date spots you guys visit you can count on sylus to take the most breathtaking pictures you’ve ever seen like its nothing. also has an album of candid pictures he’s taken of you
⁃ you know how dads will watch your “girl shows” while standing in the corner of the living room with their hands on their hips? sylus also does this. esp with real housewives/cheesy kdramas
⁃ EVENTUALLY he will relent and you will find him SAT for a new episode. fuzzy headband, sheet mask, robe, big blankie, glass of wine and snacks ready. he’s just waiting for you to join
⁃ goated at fortnite. give him the sniper. will match with your skin especially if its those fuckass birds. will not hit the griddy if you win but laughs when you do
⁃ will hide things with his evol just to get you all frantic while you search for it so he can play hero when he magically finds the item. you know what he’s doing but you still play into it because #deserve
⁃ MUNCH (this is canon at this point but cmon)
⁃ lovesssss buying you clothes and actually has a good eye for fashion. once he has a good grasp on your personal style or any designers you like expect their latest collection in your closet before it even hits the runway
zayne
⁃ loves it when you tease him. it brings out his playful side and reminds him of when you were kids <3
⁃ keeps a journal. he writes about everything. mundane days, his dreams, nightmares, dates you’ve been on, dates he wants to take you on. his favorite page is scribbles of your name with his last name. jots it down over and over. he’s lowkey manifesting
⁃ will not clean his coat if you’ve worn it recently. the scent of your perfume hits him as he goes to hang up a coat you just returned. does a double take and huffs it like smelling salts. proceeds to do so every morning until the scent fades
⁃ will unconsciously tidy any area around him. he will leave a room cleaner than it was before he entered
⁃ addicted to back scratches. you offered one night before bed, and now he will bother you about it in his own endearing way. does that twitch thing when you stop.
⁃ loves backless dresses. if you turn around and he sees your full back get ready for absolute zeal pt 2
caleb
⁃ MEANNNNNNNNN!!!! he will make playful jabs at you until you actually get annoyed just so he can see you angry (sly dog!)
⁃ knows wtf he’s doing with his puppy dog eyes. they are not accidental. take pity on him
⁃ he is not normal about you. i know this is lowkey canon but when i say all his thoughts revolve around you i mean it. everything he does is connected to you in his mind and he genuinely does not know how to live without you.
⁃ panty sniffer headcanon is practically canon in the fandom but he wants you to do it too LMAO. he will leave his boxers on top of the laundry basket or on his floor like an offering and he prayssss they go missing
⁃ likes to buy you jewelry that serves as a reminder of him. apples, planes, clouds, asiatic apple tree flowers, he sees it you own it
⁃ has a separate checking account he funnels most of his money into. created it for you and gave you the card while sparing you the details so you don’t feel guilty
⁃ manipulative and proud! he will do anything to keep you by his side he does not gaf! (if you actually wanted to leave him he would accept it eventually, but only after he’s exhausted every possible plan to get you to stay. he’s still stalking you though.)
⁃ major iron grip syndrome when cuddling. you cannot move. if it were possible you guys would take turns crawling under eachother’s skin every night
you introduce a gold star system to sylus. needless to say, things get chaotic very quickly!
sylus didn't notice anything different until there was a solid collection of gold stars on his fridge.
he thought it was amusing. was this some kind of reward system? you hadn't said anything on the matter, and as long as the stars kept growing, he would let you do as you wished.
he started keeping track of it. anytime he complimented you, or gave you a new gun, or took over a chore, there it was. a new gold star to his ever growing stack.
he was proud. even though it went unspoken between you both, he was clearly doing something good.
but then, disaster struck.
suddenly, one star was gone. then two, then three, until a good chunk was missing.
and all sylus could do was panic.
had he done something wrong? were you upset with him? did he do something you didn't like without knowing?
he had to investigate.
he was extra careful with you the following days, quiet where he would usually tease, gentle where he would usually let his strength get the best of him.
and oh, were you laughing about it when you were out of his sight.
when no new gold stars were added to his list, he was getting desperate. buying everything he laid his eyes on that reminded him of you, presenting you with bouquet after bouquet when you came home from work, cleaning the base from floor to ceiling..
and still, there was no new stars.
he caved, finally. pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face into your neck, as if that would grant him your mercy.
"i'm sorry," he breathed, rubbing his cheek against you, "i'll make it up to you. do you want a new gun? a car? do you want to go on a date? i'll do anything, just-"
"just what, sy?" keeping your composure had never been harder than when he looked at you, red eyes wide.
".. just give me my gold stars back."
and he sounded so sad, so scared that he had lost your favor, that you couldn't help but burst out laughing, kissing his cheek.
"alright, i'll give them back." when he still didn't look happy, you squeezed his cheeks gently, "i'll even give you ten more, since you've been such a good boy."
the twins couldn't help noticing how bright their boss was that day.
(and frankly, sylus, the twins and mephisto were more well behaved when you started offering prizes along with your gold stars.)
cw. mdni ! fem reader. marriage kink. reader being depicted as loud. fīngering. choking. cērvix pounding. belly bulge. squirting. public sēx ( caleb & zayne). mirror play. lowk mean! caleb. orgasm denīal. dacryphilia. tie usage. spanking. face riding. sylus has a long tongue ( hearmeoutpls). non proofread. all lowercase intended.
kora’s note. why did i make this draft in jan and is now posting it in april, holyyy laziness.
RAFAYEL ☆
“ watching you try to hold yourself back is waaay more amusing than i thought.” rafayel huskily whispers into your ear, his breath tickling the soft cartilage, making a full-body shiver rack through your body. your much smaller frame is sitting against his chest, your legs are parted with his as his calloused hands massage the soft skin of your thighs, every once in a while smoothing his hands next to the sensitive flesh near your mound. “ it’s funny. the girl who’s so quiet that i have to bend down to hear her is now a babbling mess, and i haven’t even touched you yet.”
you swallow thickly, unable to contain the needy temptations that fall from your bitten lips. truth be told, this is the loudest rafayel has ever heard you, and he plans to find out how much louder you can become by the end of the night.
“ mmm? what’s the matter, cutie? can’t hear ya; speak up. it’s evident you know how to do so.” you felt your face explode with heat, with embarrassment soon settling in your pulsing veins. rafayel had made you a soaking mess with only a few kisses, and your knees nearly gave out with frightening ease— but you couldn’t find an explanation as to why he had made you so helpless.
“ h-hah, want you to… finger me.”
“ ehhh, nah, i don’t want to. my fingers are sore from painting ‘n stuff, you know?” failing to control himself, he bursts into laughter once you whip your head to shoot him your best glare, a pitiful attempt to intimidate him as your face is scrunched into a cute expression, if he does say so himself. “ kidding, kiiiiiding. you’re so cute when you’re mad; i’d tease you more if i wasn’t so eager to see you break apart on my fingers.”
your once-pouting lips open to a gasping shape as his middle and ring fingers stretched out in the expanse of your walls. your hips tremble as your upper body threatens to lunge forward, the intruders— and boy, were they long.
you had always admired rafayel’s fingers, weirdly so. wether they were dancing so delicately on a canvas, making a gourmet meal for you, or touching any part of your body, but you think you like them better when they’re inside of you, flexing against your sweet spot with little to no effort.
there’s not a moment when silence fills the air as the noises from your squelching cunt and moaning mouth come into tandem to sing a beautiful melody, one that sends traces of electricity to his purposefully neglected cock in the mixture. “ rafayeeeel! o-oh, feels so good already! don’ stop, don’t fuckin’ stop.”
“ what a mouth you have on you, honey. were you hiding all of this under that shy and quiet persona?” his free hand grips your jaw tightly, forcing your eyes trained on his duo colored ones, now dominated by a deep pink, showing that he is beyond hungry for you, although his words betray any trace of his print pushing against your lower back. his tongue dips out to suckle against your bottom lip, basking in your small whines, before he pulls you closer to madly kiss you. the combination of fingers driving you to a point of insanity and tongue refusing to leave any part of your mouth unexplored is overwhelming to you, barely allowing up with the domineering kiss.
“ it feels so gooood, gonna cum!” your trembling fingers find purchase in his clothed arms. in fact, he hadn’t taken a single article of clothing off from the gala you both had attended earlier, simply only instructing you to strip off your dress and sit on his lap while he makes your body weak with skilled precision.
“ thaaats right, cutie. that’s all i want; make a mess on my clothes like the needy girl you are.” his hand comes up to press against your throat, applying enough pressure to the sides where you’re more keenly aware of his fingers gliding inside of you. your body arches forward into a deep bend as he makes rapid contact with your g-spot, barely removing his digits half an inch away from the area.
he finger fucks you into submission— as if you weren’t already a simple minded wreck for him, and what he can give you. your moans somehow grow in volume, so loud that people at the front door of his exhibit can hear you without pressing an ear to the barrier, and deep down you wish someone was out there. listening to how rafayel claims you with flicking motions of his wrist, listen to how you surrender your body to him freely.
“ you’ve grown louder, somehow. i guess you just want everyone to hear how you’re husband is fucking this loud pussy, huh?” his hand once on your throat, comes up to cover your drooling mouth. “ well… too bad. your sounds are for my ears only, let’s focus on how your pussy is talking to me right now.”
his ministrations pushes up against your gummy g-spot, striking the sensitive area straight on for the nth time, leading to your powerful orgasm. your legs kick, hips twitch as your body leans forward while it feels like your energy has been drained from you— rafayel being to blame for it, although he’d accept his crime with that cat-like grin he always adorns around you. he huskily moans in your ear, feeling how your walls stutter in pulsing waves around him.
eventually, as your high wears off and overstimulation settles in, you slap his hands away, the action barely having malicious intent behind it but he heeds it anyway. pulling his now drenched fingers out your sopping heat with a ‘ pop’ he studies them, glimmering beautifully in the dimmed lighting.
“ quite the mess you’ve made. be a good girl and clean up after yourself, yeah?”
CALEB ☆
“ keep your eyes on the mirror, pips. look at how good my money is on you.” caleb gruffly whispers in your ear, making you shiver from the intensity of his stare and the weight of him lingering on your back. he currently has you stuffed to the brim inside of the shop’s changing room, as the lingerie you presented before him is scrunched underneath the mass of your breasts. one hand is caught around your chin, ensuring you make eye contact with your bent reflection, while the other one holds you close by your boob, pinching and rolling your nipple.
“ c-caleb! someone is going to hear!” you whimper. the sound echoes throughout the room, resonating in harmony with the sounds of your skin clapping against his with every throttling thrust. your breath hitches into a gasp as his dick parts your gummy walls to nudge your sweet spot and beyond, making stars of pleasure explode before your eyes.
sex with caleb is carnal and equally romantic. the last time your neighbors had overheard your lovemaking and stapled a note to your front door, you had tried to contain your moans during sex, but caleb was desperate to hear them, and you wanted to let them out so badly. so what did he do to solve the situation? tied you up and held a vibrator against your clit, until you were overstimulated and damn near screaming, and the neighbors knew his name as if they were long term friends.
“ you’re going to fast; someone is going to hear u—”
two thick fingers part your drool covered lips, pressing down on your tongue as you gag around the intruders. “ how naive; do you not know how loud you are? someone already heard us, dummy.”
if he wasn’t scrambling your brains like a god, you’re sure you would’ve turned around to hit him, square in the face. he chuckles, chest rumbling against your back; the vibrations make your legs wobbly, feeling akin to a baby calf. dark, lust-filled purple eyes study your jerking movements. his fingers push past your gag reflex, your eyes water while strangled sounds are punctuated by the velocity of his hips. “ tch. same girl who was worried about people hearing us, is now gagging on my fingers as if it were my cock.”
tears of bliss make your eyes sting, and you can’t help but to let them fall. how could you not? he’s been hitting every spot from the back, so deep and good that you’re convinced you’ll be limping by the time you leave this cramped room. caleb, the teasing man, takes notice of this, unfortunately. “ fuck… wait, are you cryin’? is your husband’s dick fucking you so good that you can’t help but to cry, huh? h-haaaah, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
he pulls the fingers once jammed in your mouth to wipe away your tears— if that were the case. instead, he smears your spit across your cheeks, pulling your head upright to be face to face with your reflection. black streaks of mascara now coat your shined cheeks, your mouth hangs open with drool and accompanied mewls falling from your swollen lips, and your eyes threaten to roll far back. it’s only been one round, but to say you were satisfied would be far from the truth, because of all your marathon sex with caleb you feel an insatiable hunger claw at your guts.
“ mmmfuck. d-don’t stop fucking me,” you hoarsely whisper, as the hand that once smeared your spit into your makeup, as if you were some slut, cups your throat, albeit gently despite the display of dominance. you hear a snort behind you before you recognize that he moved away from your boob to deliver a series of slaps against your sensitive skin.
“ that sounds like an order. but i don’t think dick drunk girls like you are in any position to demand me around.” each thrust is brutal than the last, bringing you close to a point of relief but not enough to climax. vaguely, you eye caleb’s figure in the mirror, and the dominant man is close to crumbling before you. his eyes greet you back, once bright purple eyes are twisted with a dark cloud of wicked lust, his kiss-bitten lips are in a strained kiss while his brown hair frames his chiseled face perfectly.
abruptly, he straightens his full height, pulling you even more closer and depending on his weight and your toes to keep your body upright as the new position your body is curved in let’s him explore untamed areas of your pussy even more freely. his mushroom tip pinpoints your sweet spot as its target— you swear that if it weren’t for your strength working with his you would’ve passed out, smacking face first into your mirroring reflection. “ but lucky for my girl, i already decided something for us.”
you’re shaking, body akin to a hunted animal, and caleb is the hunter. his cock reaches levels so snug against your walls that the outline of him is embedded in your belly, staring back at you from across the room. there are simply no words that can escape you, as he is fucking the wind out of you to chase his own pleasure, using your body as a real-life rag doll. “ since we barely have t-time, you’ll wait to cum for me at home, and fuck, will you look pretty doing it.”
“ n-no! wanna cum now—”
“ i’ll take care you, honey. mhm, i swear i will.” he whispers to himself rather than you, feeling his hips meet your ass in clumsy movements, silently hinting that he was close to cumming, and that you weren’t going anywhere until he was done stuffing you beyond repair. your hands desperately scramble to push against his lower body, but when he barely pays your awkward attempts to run away any attention, moving slightly backward to hold your arms behind your back, he completely renders you drunk and unable to run from his dick.
he brushes his lips against your earlobe, nippling on the cartilage as your walls shudder around him. “ but now? i want you walking around in my cum, not letting a dribble escape this pussy. i know you can do it; feel how tight you are around me.”
suddenly, his body stops. you feel him tug at your arms to bring you closer before a familiar sensation explodes from inside of you. in one go, he paints your exhausted walls with his cum, groaning freely in your ear as he does so. when you know he’s calmed down for sure, you focus on catching your breath, ignoring how his cock twitches until it grows soft for your sanity. caleb begins placing a variety of kisses on the side of your neck before he greets your mouth.
he pulls out of you with a pop, simply sliding the crotch part of the torn lingerie over your whimpering slit. “ theeeeere we go, promise me not to spill any? good girl, let’s get you cleaned up. and don’t forget to wave at the receptionist when we leave.”
that asshole.
XAVIER ☆
“ starlight… you’re already a mess, and i haven’t even entered you yet.” xavier groans, your legs are sprawled over his broad shoulders, opened in a ‘ v’ shape as the mushroom tip of his cock glides through your folds with ease due to your waterfall of arousal. he slaps his dick against your gushing pussy, chuckling darkly as you squirm away for purchase but fail to do so. pressing a kiss to your ankle that cools the skin there, he measures his cock over your mound, something carnal clawing at his guts once he realizes how deep he’ll be inside you once he bottoms out. “ if you can barely take it when i tease you, how will you take it when i finally fuck you?”
you whine, thighs shaking as they are hoisted up around him, pointed nails digging into the sheets as obscene mewls fall from your glossed lips. “ xavi, stop teasing and f-fuck me!”
“ good job at using your words. promise not to run away?” like he’d let you if you could. xavier wasn’t the one to share at all or let the things he claimed make him lose his grasp on control. wether it’s covering his plate whenever you reach over to steal a bite, or folding you into a deep mating press— a position that lets the person above you take control and render you helpless. he guides his tip away from your belly button, a spot to measure how deep he would be inside you. his hardened cock teases your skin, trailing all the way down until he makes contact with your fluttering hole. there, he pumps halfheartedly, forcing your mewls of anticipation return before they trail off into a gasp as he bottoms in, snugly inside you. “ buuut, i do like this sound from you better.”
your collective lustful sounds alone paint a perfect picture of what you two are doing. his hands hold your twitching hips down to the bed, stabilizing them before he leans over your body, pushing your knees to your chest and knocking his tip against your tender cervix.
“ oh my goooood! you’re too deep, fuck! can f-feel you in my brains.”
“ how flattering, but you told me to ‘ stop teasing and fuck me!’” he mocks your voice, grinning above you as you’re still struggling to take him fully. experimenting, he pulls back slowly, just to thrust back into you with a force that contradicts his gentle nature. your expression twists into salaciousness as he manages to hit your sweet spot and beyond with one calculated thrust. xavier loved studying your beautiful expressions, the way your lips would coil into a soft pout or how your eyes would roll back from the extreme overload of pleasure. “ so don’t complain about me being too deep. just lay back like my pretty girl and take everything i give you, per your demand.”
although your moans are broken up by the force of his hips, they don’t falter a note in sound, as all his inches pivot and fuck you into a moaning mess. from above you, drinks in the sight, akin to finding water in the desert. from your crude twisted face, your jiggling boobs bouncing in clockwise motions before he creeps his stare lower to find his cock peeking back at him from within.
his length makes your belly bulge; all nth inches of him mark their imprint inside you. a hand pushing down on your stomach snaps you out of your horny state, or it brings you further into it— you can’t tell. “ mmmfuck, what’re you doing?”
“ you take me so well, far better than i expected. can’t you feel me?” he pants, dark debauchery swirling inside his cerulean eyes. he gives a tentative thrust that rocks your body, moaning purely when most of his cock is swallowed by your moistened folds, reappearing only to bulge through your stomach again.
your glassy eyes widen, fingers scratching angry scratches lines down his muscular back, which will surely overfill his smug demeanor with pride. xavier’s big— it’s easily forgettable when he hides his build behind oversized hoodies or sweatpants almost daily, but at times like this, you realize how easily his size can engulf you.
your shriek out his name when he abuses that spot that makes you weak with frightening severity, as if he was building you up to take you back down again. your skin briefly sticks against his every time his agile hips come in contact with yours, his heavy balls thwacking on the available part of your cunt. each maddening stroke leaves you yearning for more, questioning how further he can break you in like it’s nothing.
“ r-right thereeee, xavier! don’t stop, don’t stop!” your pussy is constantly producing noises of compelling fervor, and he drinks up every single sound, between your mouth and pussy. his rhythm is enough to push you to your orgasm alone, but with assistance he brings his thumb down to your beaten region. his new victim is your clit where he draws sloppy but focused circles on your stimulating bundle of nerves. “ yeeeees, gonna cum for you.”
“ likeeee this, star?” he shudders softly against the soft shell of your ear, licking at it while he was currently fucking your body limp. your body begins to clamp up, anticipating your orgasm clawing at your guts; you want it to take over all your senses. xavier’s hips are attentive, finding his steady and perfect angle to run through you excitedly. you feel his plump cock prod against your g-spot while his thumb rolls and flicks your clit in side-to-side and up-and-down motions until you’re cumming around him. hardly. brain too fogged to realize the squirts of water flying from all directions out your pussy, staining the already wrangled sheets below, and his pelvis. “ fuck, i guess it is, huh? your pussy is such’a back talking mess for me.”
the sight alone is enough to drive xavier to his unexpected release as well. copious amounts of cum flow freely from your staggering walls, joining in with your juices to make an even bigger mess on the bed below. although in his sensitive state, xavier doesn’t ignore the gnawing feeling of you wasting his fluid.
he softly pulls out of you, not allowing you or your spent cunt a moment of relief before he’s back to plugging two thick fingers in the grippy walls. “ be good, and don’t waste a drop. even while we’re sleep, think you can do that for me?”
you shake your head no but he ignores you, pressing a grounding kiss against your thigh.
ZAYNE ☆
“ my love, you promised you’d be quiet, but i’m sure everyone on this floor can hear you…” zayne breathes out against your ear, his warm breath against your clammy skin making every part of you shudder around him.
the scene of you and linkon’s infamous surgeon was something to behold: his pants were halfway down his thighs, his pristine white coat shredded somewhere on the floor of his office while he had your much smaller body pressed against the walls. his glasses clung for purchase on the dip of his nose while his hair was nothing short of tangled due to your feverish hands.
“ z-zayne! i can’t help it; you feel s’good.” you refuse to take blame in your volume— curse zayne and his expert of a cock. you hadn’t planned for your husband to fuck you in the hospital of all places. all you did was bring his lunch to him, while also wearing a sundress, one with a beautiful design and the back of it missing. okay, maybe you did plan it… but it’s not your fault. it’s been ages since you and zayne had been intimate; curse curiosity for wanting to see how much his resolve can hold. “ mmfuck, you’re sooo deep; please don’t stop.”
“ on top of being exceedingly loud, you’re also demanding for someone who’s breaking apart around me.” contrasting his words, his hips don't slow their tempo; they keep their pace even going faster as his length pushes past the loose opening of your sopping entrance, forcing the tip of his dick to be snug in your heated womb before pulling out to repeat the procedure. in fervent sync, you clench around him, desperately clinging on to what he can give you, which he feels right against his narrow tip all the way down to his base. “ you’re soaking for me… is this normal to do knowing we have people around?”
funny, that seems like a question he should ask himself rather than you, considering how you did your best to warn him about the time and place in which he washed away all your worries with just a few pecks from your mouth to your neck.
“ fuck, fuuuck!”
you squeal out, legs and walls tightening around his broad body, breath hitching in your chest as the head of his cock strokes against your g-spot— getting the reaction he seemingly wanted, he drives his hips forward with a new motive to break you apart. your head sinks back to the sturdy wall, allowing you to voice your pleasure even bolder. you can feel him smile against your neck where his face is pressed, rearranging your insides without a falter while knowing how sensitive you can be, almost as if he wanted you louder. “ wanna c-cum! zaaayne, don’t stop!”
“ hmmm… not this quick.”
famous last words. you barely process you’re in a different spot in the room until you’re plopped unceremoniously on the desk, gasping softly as he swipes all contents off with a smooth motion of his arm, darkened hazel eyes never leaving yours as he stands his full height while untying his tie.
“ don’t look at me all confused like that. be a good girl, lay back and spread your legs for me. wider. don’t act like you don’t want it.” finally, his tie disconnects from the collar of his shirt, before finding its new place in your wet mouth, truly setting in stone how brutal he plans on fucking you. scarred hands throw your legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to emphasize the staggering size difference before he sinks back into you. and oh, if you thought he felt deep from the last angle you’ll have to come up with a new word to describe this depth. your expression twists in delight; despite the fabric being shoved into your mouth you still voice your passion, hands clinging for purchase on the edges of the desk that rock forward with his estimating lower body. “ there, you’re much cuter when quiet.”
within a few swift strokes, zayne has you falling apart on his dick, all over again. strong, rigid hands grip at your bouncing tits, pooling over the fabric of your chest before painting your skin sensitive with stinging slaps to the side of your ass. meanwhile, with your legs, you cross them over his lower back, pulling him closer and impossibly deeper— lust connecting more meaningful beyond the surface.
each thrust is somehow deeper than the last and you’ve lost count of how many times he’s given your cervix kisses. zayne’s cock is deranged— wasting no time to introduce itself to all the sensitive spots in your gummy walls that make you gush around him.
“ even with my tie, you still can’t help but to be loud. shhh, you hear her?” soaking, is one perfect word to describe your pussy and the base of his cock, your cunt leaving a ring of essence around his length that momentarily disappears with every jab forward. his voice pitches deeper and lower, even trembling with every sloppy motion. his adam apple bobs vigorously to rid him of the striking moans that he wants to let out, unable to do so because you’ve beaten him to it already earlier. one curve to your sweet spot has your hands flying down to keep him there, your own hips bucking in circles as you fuck back against him while chasing the bridge you want to cross oh so badly. “ right there? that spot always makes you weak. hah, keep ridin’ it, juuust like that.”
he’s whispering filthy praises into your ears, salaciously lapping at the spit that seeps from the sides of your open mouth with his tongue, before it goes after the tears that you didn’t even know you shed. zayne’s dick is the reason you’re out of touch with reality right now. you’re whimpering, sounding akin to a broken record as you’re being gradually pushed to the brink of your release. it’s an edging taste that you can almost chart out on your tongue.
and once you do come, your body is nothing more than a hysterical mess. back arching into a flexible bend as you throw your head back, your thighs twitch to life where they’re folded over his muscular shoulders while your hips try to back away from the overstimulation settling in, which his hands pin them down in place.
“ don’t run from it; take it all. it’s obvious that you’ve been wanting— mmmph, t-this.” zayne huffs heavily, gingerly nipping at the prominent curve of your throat as you come down from your exhilarating high. devastatingly, his hips slow down to a stop, although all nth inches of him are still buried snug in your expanded warmth. still, you babble incoherent murmurs while he pulls stained tie from your mouth, granting you your dry breath back, stark contrast to the cold room. “ are you alright, my love?”
“ f-fuck, i am. just… give me a moment.”
“ take as much time as you want. my break still isn’t over and you’ll need it for the next position.”
SYLUS ☆
“ mmph, i can’t tell if you like it or not. do you mind being louder for me, sweetie?” sylus mocks, muffled words you never thought would be said by the man who is eating you out so well. you lean your head down to throw a glare at him, which loses all heat behind it as your eyes can barely focus before rolling to the back of your head. your moans ring louder as they echo around the bedroom where sylus has you sat against his face, the fact that he can even manage to talk should be a wonder due to how energetically you buck against his mouth. “ can you tell me how good it feels? or are you too far gone to do so?”
“ it’s evident ‘m not suffocating you enough.” you mumble, pussy lifting off his face just an inch while you yank his head backward by the hair— not that he minds. his mouth is slick with your arousal, left eye a faint glowing red as his chest grumbles from the loss of contact with his favorite meal, you being the meal of course. his balmy breath grazes your sensitive heat as his body rises with feral pants. “ or maybe you’re just using your mouth for the wrong use. don’t tease me; you forget you begged me for this.”
“ i guess my kitten is fussy tonight, hm? a girl with a begging pussy and a mean mouth is a rare thing.”
“ sylus!”
“ i get it, kitten, i do. now are you going to let me make you cum? or do you want to complain about me some more?” he dryly drawls, predicting your complaints and quieting them like he’s always done. a thick thumb parts your puffy, wet folds, smirking smugly when your hips twitch in his hold as your head leans back. and as expected, you sink back down with unwavering anticipation, instantly moaning at the contact of his bumpy nose bridge pressed against your erect clit, twitching him eager hellos. you feel his chuckle before you hear it, eagerly egging you to ride his nose completely. “ good girl, don’t hold back.”
“ h-hah, feels so goood, sylus!” you gasp, his flat tongue flickering against your dripping slit. you taste so sweet, so earthy; a flavor required for him and him only. dark, sluggish eyes stare at your moving body on top of him, silently observing the way how your body twitches as your clit grinds desperately against the ridge of his nose bridge, which soon changes to you chasing the feeling of him slurping at your hollow hole.
the dry air surrounding you is suddenly sparked with a roaring intensity of want which you can feel your orgasm steadily increasing. you tug on his silver locks of hair, which are now tangled and matted by the restless pursuit of your hands— it would be a bold lie if sylus said that he didn’t get aroused by you bossing him around, from mundane things to fisting his hair for balance as you buck wildly into his mouth as if he can’t easily overpower you without breaking a sweat— not that he would ever without your consent. despite how much he ragebaits you with his sassy mouth, the last thing he’d want to do is to hurt you in any way.
“ gonna cum, sylus. wanna cum s’bad, please.” your eyes trail into the back of your head, a risqué expression as the wet muscle in his mouth squirms past your tight walls, creating lewd pressure against your tender g-spot. your trembling thighs press together, squeezing his face in the process— not that he’d mind at all, considering that he’s in his own personal heaven from your gushing pussy feeding his uncontrollable thirst and your sweet voice that usually curses him, singing sweet melodies for half of the N109 zone to hear. “ f-fuck! did your tongue grow… longer? y’re such a freak, mmmfuuuck, r-right there!”
“ i’m not the only freak here, sweetie. you haven’t stopped riding my nose since; don’t back down now.” your weak limbs threaten to give out from overstimulation as the new waves of pleasure cloud your mind from thinking straight. the strain pools at the bottom of your stomach, coming to the surface every time your pearl grinds down and his tongue presses against your gummy walls. “ i feel her pulsing around me. you’re so needy… so wet. you’ll paint my face in your pretty cum, won’t you?”
you nod eagerly, not trusting your voice to speak any words, but sylus gets the hint as your cunt does all the talking for you.
“ i’m cloooose! fuck, ‘m gonna cum, sy. not gonna last.” your back deeply arches, until it’s almost hovering off his face, but he wouldn’t let you get that far anyway. his hands yank you back down, clutching your soft hips in a vice-like grip as the hood of your clit catches against the tip of nose. the pleasure races sparks up your spine, and you focused your hardened pearl there to chase after the feeling until you cum— which was guaranteed to be soon.
“ ‘nd that’s all a man could ask for; i want it all.” the coil in your stomach snaps abruptly and you’re cumming. hard too. painting his nose and mouth in your lecherous fluids as the feeling almost blinds you. the screams fall to your mouth and straight to sylus’ cock, straining against his slacks with unnoticed need which he buried to continue lapping you through your orgasm, lust swelling with love in his hooded red eyes as you ride the rest of your high down before the feeling begins to overwhelm you. “ thaaat’s it. make a mess on your husband’s face; such a messy girl for me.”
your vision along with the rest of your senses return back to you. you look down between your thighs to see sylus pressing soft kisses into your meaty flesh, which you now realized he covered with small love bites. moving off of his face, you come down to greet him with a kis— more teeth and tongue than it is lips while your hand creeps down to cup him through his slacks.
“ thought i didn’t notice? ‘m not the only who’s going to cum tonight. be a good boy and paint my face a pretty white, yeah?”
i feel like sylus would enjoy overstimulating you because he'd go crazy at the sight of you all fucked out and drooling, eyes seemingly permanently at the back of your skull.
every thrust of his hips has you scrambling, thighs shaking violently as your hands rest on his stomach, trying to push him away. but he keeps hitting your sweet spot with such precision that you're sobbing his name as you cum all over again.
sylus follows suit, leaning in to groan into the soft curve of your sweat-slick neck as he fills you til bursting.
and then he's back to fucking you again until you're so far gone that nothing exists in that pretty little head of yours.
what would the lads men do if you ask for space after a heated argument ?
tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate) , hurt , comfort , established relationship , not HC (just my own opinion, i could be wrong!)
zayne :
i think he would definitely shut down after a heated argument. he would need some time and space to cool his emotions down, especially knowing that zayne finds it easier to suppress than to express. however, i don't think he'd avoid you or make it toxic -- in fact, i think he'd say (in a colder and sharp tone maybe) how much time he needs before you two can discuss further.
zayne will never pretend or shrug the issue away ; if there is a problem, then it needs to be solved together. compromises need to be done on both parties because enduring someone's flaw will only lead to hatred (instead of understanding).
his natural instinct might lean more towards the logical answers, which can trigger or worsen the situation, but here's the catch : zayne also wants you to state your needs and emotions. he needs to know that you are as scared of losing him as he is to you. if you need him to be more emotional, then say it. if you need him to hold you, say it.
zayne is a person of discipline and self-control ; he will never step or even dare cross your limits ... but sometimes, you'd wish that he would. for instance, you would like him to pull you back towards him when you stand up to walk away. but for someone like zayne, pulling you back means disrespecting your wish for space (hence why you walked away). this might be a struggle that he is still trying to figure it out.
he'll definitely reach out, as he had told you (once things calm down). he'll probably compose himself and remain neutral as best as possible, but the moment you give him the green light to close the distance, he's unraveling in his suppressed love for you.
caleb :
caleb swings between giving you space and forcing you to stay with him. after a heated argument, i think caleb would just simply ... fold like a lawn chair.
though he understands how important it is to pin out problems and solve them together, i don't think caleb finds it worth it. what's the point of solving problems together when he can just fix it alone ? he doesn't like it when you are upset at him, so i feel like caleb would definitely change and adapt his personality to please you ... which then becomes another problem. you love him for him, even if it leads to arguments and disagreements, but i don't think caleb fully understands that concept yet.
silence after a conflict never lasts with caleb ; he is sending you voice messages, texts, calls you from time to time, lurks around every corner to ensure your safety. he'll never force you to talk, but he'll definitely keep trying.
xavier :
i think xavier would shut down like zayne. he won't react and express as openly, but his facial expression says everything that needs to be understood. he'll respect your demand for some space to calm down, but best believe that he isn't too far away in the shadows, watching over you.
he'll definitely wait for you to reach out to him, because he also needs to feel chosen and desired. that stems from his insecurity of not being enough for you, of not being good enough. he needs that reassurance that you still love and choose him, despite the heated argument.
he will 100% know what caused the argument and will ensure that it never happens again, even if it means that he'll have to lose the battle. however, xavier will have a little adorable pout on his face ; don't fall for it, he's trying to gain some affection (if you know what i mean) back for losing the argument.
best believe that once you both reunite and that you allow him back into your arms, he's stuck to you like a clingy koala. compromises, apologies and sweet words are exchanged once more in the depth of night with your arms and legs tangled with each other.
sylus :
sylus drowns himself in your emotions, whether it is happiness or anger towards him. he sees you as a feisty adorable little kitten -- his kitten. he'll gladly take your claws, your insults, your sass ... until it is directed toward yourself. that is when his smug facade breaks and vulnerability comes in. the moment you start doubting yourself, he'll kneel down to worship you again, to shower you with love.
if he did something wrong, he'll take the blame and apologize -- all that with a faint amused look on his stupidly handsome face. he'll take all the flaws and responsibilities, if it means that you'll feel better afterwards. and although he might not express his love as direct, his intentions are (and always will) be honest and loyal to you. he'll internalize alone what happened, what were the triggers and what needs to be changed between you two.
if you demand for space, he'll give it to you ... but of course, he has his own terms and conditions. his own fine prints that you aren't exactly aware of. for example, mephisto might also want some space from sylus ... to be with you. or perhaps luke and kieran suddenly need to do some meaningless chores that coincidentally is near you.
expect also some ridiculous gifts to arrive at your door. one way or another, sylus needs to remind you that there is someone that dearly misses you, even if he might not say it first -- so don't keep him waiting for too long.
rafayel :
a heated argument is the perfect moment for rafayel to be more dramatic. don't be fooled though, his theatrics are also a way for him to protect his own fears and vulnerability. arguments and disagreements for rafayel instantly triggers a subtle and simmering panic deep inside him ... because what if you walked away forever ? what if you saw the ugly side of him and your love diminishes ?
the silence after a heated argument is the hardest part for rafayel. he can't read your expressions, nor can he fight for you. he's drowning in his own tears, in his ocean of sadness, in his void of despair and loneliness.
he'll 100% follow you around secretly and get info from your whereabouts. whether it be from thomas, talia or himself -- rafayel needs to know that you are just as miserable as he is.
i feel like rafayel won't reach out first ; the way to get you to return back to his sides is, once again, through dramas and his helplessness. take for instance : he suddenly injured himself and thomas contacted you, or rafayel randomly disappeared and thomas can't find him anywhere (only you can), or rafayel lashed out at thomas and is refusing to attend his art gallery event, or talia found him sinking down to the bottom of the ocean, refusing to swim back to the surface (because what is the purpose of tolerating human earth, if not for you) ?
once you two reunite, more theatrics and passion ; expect a long romantic night of apologies, of reassurance, of comfort, of sweet words whispered in the dead of night where only 2 lovers are wide awake.
Sylus knows exactly how to make the most out of your ovulation. nsfw
Sylus is mean.
In his unwavering devotion to you, he has you memorised like the back of his hand, your menstrual cycle included.
Now being the gentleman he is, he would never pressure you into having children, even if he himself would be ready and willing the instant you finally say the words.
But that doesn’t mean he’s able to be a bigger man and not make the most out of knowing precisely when you’re ovulating.
I guess you could call it subtle - or not so subtle - coaxing. Suggesting, if you will.
You being none of the wiser makes it even more entertaining for him. Him being shirtless around the house, cooking, cleaning and bringing you flowers is really nothing out of the ordinary, so your busy little brain doesn’t think to put two and two together.
Not when you return home from a tiring day at the association and he’s suddenly assembling your new bookcase shirtless, veins popping on the strong arm currently twisting a screw tighter on the back of the furniture. He had to continue assembling the next day.
Or when you come out of the bathroom at night, ready to get under the covers and snuggle your husband to sleep — only to find him already in bed, a book in his hands and reading glasses perched on the tip of his perfect nose.
Reading glasses that, by the way, he usually has forgotten somewhere around the house, but has now very conveniently found for use, tilting his head and casting you a certain look over them that has you biting your lip and throwing the plans of only snuggling out the window at once.
Even cooking sidetracks one evening; twirling his glass of wine in one hand that suddenly swishes a little too enthusiastically, splashing on his shirt with the fakest ’oops’ he’s ever heard himself say.
You of course are not paying attention to such technicalities, eyes glued to the now revealed torso that’s dripping with remenants of red wine, already on your knees in front of him and he has to hurry and turn the stove off before the house burns down as you reach for his belt.
And of course, it’s always you initating to ditch the rubber, wanting to feel all of him, your state of mind not caring in the least if your actions would amount to some baby dragons.
”You’re absolutely, 100% sure?” He dares to ask and you huff impatiently,
”Yes. Now hurry up and put it in.” You whine, squirming underneath him.
”What the lady wants.” Sylus smirks in answer and pushes forward, basking happily in the sounds of your mewls, and the feeling of your nails digging into his back.
a/n. another Sylus drabble that I had forgotten in my drafts. I didn’t know how to seamlessly continue off where I’d left so the end is a bit blah, sorry ’bout that.
i love how shane buys all this firewood and goes through all this effort to eagerly start a fire like some canadian mating ritual and is like "nice right? :) :) :)" and ilya is like "no"
