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I still really really love this piece of Rafayel I did.

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Mai Tai Sunset

Summary: An all expenses paid tropical trip with Rafayel sounds like a dream! Only he has a work consultation and your teasing of him might just send him off the deep end. Characters: Rafayel, MC (Reader/You) Word Count: 3883 [ CONTENT WARNINGS | TAGS ]: 18+ [MDNI] Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral S*x, Cunnilingus, Semi-Public S*x, Teasing, semi switch Rafayel vibes, Pool S*x, Underwater S*x,Public Display of Affection Short One Shot. reader afab, fem!anatomy, reader insert, no use of y/n. cross posted on ao3

“Rafayel, this is incredible!” bright voice exclaimed.

“I knoooow, right… they’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll accept their proposal.” he chuckled lazily after you.

Tucking a loose strand behind your ear, eyes danced everywhere. From tropical floral arrangements around the room, to the king sized canopy bed, but the showstopper was the floor to ceiling windows. Beyond their crystal clear panes the aqua blue of an infinity edge pool overlooking the landscape and ocean view.  With a sigh you drop your bags and immediately make a bee-line for the glass. A brow quirked as you stopped closer, there didn’t appear to be a sliding door. Perhaps there was another door that led to the pool outside. 

Rafayel watched your back with adoration as you spun about and headed for the glittering lull outside the private bungalow. He let the door click and auto lock behind him as he stepped further into the room. It had been an all inclusive escape, which really was to sweeten the contract request he’d received a few days prior. He tried to get out of it claiming how could he have inspiration for something he couldn’t envision. You’d been in his office when Thomas had given him the package. Practically vibrating at the idea of a vacation, whether it was for the location or time with him, he still wasn’t quite sure. 

“You’re so cute when you’re confused.” he tutted, a knowing smile pulling on his lips.

Cheeks flushed at his words, feeling his lips brush against the skin of your bare shoulder. You parted your lips to ask what exactly he meant, when his tall athletic frame stepped past you. Pressing a large flat dial near the shear curtains, he pushed the massive single pane door open to the outside world. Rafayel’s chuckle brought your eyes back to him, unsure if he was laughing at how cute you were or laughing at you in ridiculously rich. You opted to go for the prior, cute. 

“This view though.” you gave a contented sigh.

“Yeah, yeah… the view at my place is just as good…and you can see more of the ocean.”

He was pouting. Without even a look at him you knew exactly how he’d be standing. A pout pressing his full lips, a slight wrinkle in his nose, and jewel toned eyes looking down through those beautiful long eyelashes. Head shook as you turned and padded softly back to his frame. You leaned pressing your breast against his folded arms in an attempt to appease him. Tipping your chin up you move to place a kiss on jawline, which he turned away from. Sucking in his cheeks Rafayel stared at the curtains as if they were the most intriguing thing he’d ever seen. Tongue clicked a sound behind your teeth as you leaned back. Slender hands darting up quickly to squeeze the shape of his pecs, which were enhanced by the fold of his arms. 

Rafayel’s skin tingled under your touch and his body shuddered in response. His cheeks turned pink near the outer edge of his eyes as you grabbed him. Gaze snapped quickly back at you, rounded with arched brows. Long fingered hands coming to block his chest in faux modesty. 

“Heeey , what was that for?” Rafayel’s voice still held the lingering tone of his pout.

“I thought we were supposed to enjoy this together and you’re over here sulking.”

Rafayel held back his muttering as he shifted a step. Dropping his arms he shook his head softly. How could he enjoy it when he was there on business? When he had to leave you in a couple minutes for a few hours of a dull, boring, consultation discussion? You hadn’t even said anything about it being a shared bed and not separate rooms like the last trip you took (even if you ended up in his room and in his bed in the end). Skipping this consultation would be impossible, plus Thomas would have his head on a pike if he did. Stepping back he put space between your bodies, if he didn’t, he didn’t think he’d be able to leave. 

“I gotta go change…” he exhaled, taking a step to his travel luggage.

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now?” you questioned toward his back.

“Puh-lease, I traveled in this. I can’t wear my travel clothes to a consultation - I smell like…travel. Ha, travel clothes…”

For a moment you stood dumbfounded as he quickly sequestered himself away in the bathroom behind a locked door. Yet, the way he rambled you knew he was feeling conflicted. Tying your hair up into a high ponytail you took the opportunity of his absence to change quickly into the new swimwear you brought. It was teal in color and had cuts of mesh in strategic angles, enough to be a peek. You also bought a lovely sheer sarong to go over it. You knew exactly where it was in your suitcase, but when you heard the bathroom door unlock, you bent your body forward in a feigned search. A smirk pulled to your lips hearing the gasp of air Rafayel gave. Good. At least you’d been able to plant a seed of distraction in the bratty artist.

Swallowing hard, Rafayel stared at the sight before him, longer than likely appropriate. You were bent over with your backside facing the bathroom door. Fabric of your swimsuit cradling you perfectly. Cut high on your hips, disappearing between the curves of your full rounded cheeks. There in the center he could have sworn he could see right into you. Each soft curve of you delicately presented, he felt a twinge low in his abs. Stumbling over nothing, Rafayel quickly righted himself, turning around the corner of the canopy bed. His voice rushed a string of goodbyes and rambles before he was out the door. 

Satisfied that you had riled him up, you tied your sarong around your hips, gathered your digital reader, and ordered a delicious sounding fruity cocktail from the tiki bar. Now to wait and see how undone you’d made him upon his return. 

Two Mai Tais and a few hours later, you were engrossed in your reading. So engrossed you hadn’t heard the beep of the door unlocking, or Rafayel’s sing-song call for his ‘cutie’. You licked your lips sitting upright on the lounger, you swiped another page and kept reading. 

“Finally!” you exhaled and then startled hearing his voice behind you.

“Hmpf. Finally … finally Rafayel has returned… or finally I’ve finished my chapter, should I go away again? Leave you alone again so you can keep enjoying your reading undisturbed?” his tone had dipped into a lower register with the reemergence of his sulking.

Your cheeks instantly flushed (plus the flush from the alcohol) and deepened in color. You hadn’t been sure when he’d get back and gotten too invested in your reading. It ruined the moment to welcome him back properly. 

“Oh, Rafayel! Please don’t…I got caught up… the tension between the two main characters finally...” you shushed yourself holding the digital reader over your lips and shifted under his darkening gaze. 

Eyes raked up Rafayel's form unabashedly. You realized you hadn’t seen what he’d looked like when he’d left. Too keen to rile him up. Slacks fit snug up his hips and his shirt only buttoned part way up. It revealed the curve of his pecs and the bold jut of his clavicles. A necklace dangled in the hollow of his sternum and a loose choker around his throat. Moving you stood up quickly, perhaps a little too quickly. Or it could have been a combination of the heat, the alcohol, and the position you’d been sitting in for far too long. You tumbled straight into his arms. Sheepishly you smiled into him, hands bracing on his forearms. 

“I see someone’s been indulging.” Rafayel huffed again, his voice deep “Sooo now I’m supposed to be indulgent of you?”

Rafayel flicked his eyes away as you stared up at him. Your hands had tightened on his forearms as you attempted to right yourself. It had been cruel of you to tease him like that before his meeting. A few of the questions to him during the consultation needed to be repeated multiple times because he couldn’t concentrate. Crueler still was his welcome back, or rather the lack thereof. Not that he’d expected you to be in bed waiting for him (okay, maybe he had). But to have been nearly, completely, ignored upon his arrival? Never mind the fact you hadn’t known when exactly he’d return from the meeting. Still, he’d waited 800 years for you and you couldn’t even go a few hours before forgetting about him. Rafayel’s brows furrowed in further annoyance, his pout setting firmer. 

His arms moved behind the small of your back to steady you unconsciously. Touch searing to your bare skin. Then you blinked as he began to step back and pull away from the haphazard, unintentional embrace. Fingers curled into the fabric of his dress shirt in an attempt to keep him with you. Tugging at the designer shirt as you stepped backwards, each step closer to the edge of the patio. Each soft tug egging him to follow after you. Your lips pursed to match his pout, then a breath of his name. Releasing one of his sleeves, you hand moved down untying the sarong from around your hip. Sheer fabric fell with a light flutter to the ground as he stepped over it. Then you caught it. His glance, his subtle swallow. So you decided to choose your words carefully with as much innuendo and intention as you could muster to your flustered pouting fish.

“I’ve been waiting for you to join me all day. I think you should get undressed and get wet with me.” 

Rafayel’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at your playful little smirk. Unable to hide the way color started to rise high along his cheeks. He knew what you were doing, you were trying to lure him out of his foul mood with flirting. Sucking in his cheeks the tall purple haired artist huffed, trying to draw his attention away from you, to not give you the satisfaction of getting him flushed. But then you took a step back too far, the heel of your foot slipping off the back coping of the pool's edge in your private bungalow patio. Even though it was nothing but clear water underneath you, the entry steps on the other side of where you currently were, Rafayel still moved forward to catch you. An action that had you both tumbling into the shallow water instead with a large splash. Standing in the 3 foot deep water, Rafayel shoved both hands through his wet purple locks, hands slicking it backwards with a breath. Surfacing shortly after, you broke with a soft laugh. Moving forward your hands slid up the shirt now clinging deliciously to his well build body.

Pressing Rafayel backwards against the coping you nestled between his legs. Hooking a finger into the choker he wore to pull him into a kiss. Rafayel tried to pull back away. As he did your teeth sunk into his lower lip with a bite strong enough to leave a shift of color, but not enough to break skin. Rafayel gasped and glared back down at you, tonguing his lower lip. Despite his annoyance, the one thing he couldn’t hide from you in those jewel toned eyes was his growing desire. Water swayed in soft waves from your earlier splash around the pair of you. Lapping gently at skin as you shifted, keeping Rafayel pinned to the pools edge. Your kisses trailed down his long neck to collar while your hands moved up. Soaked fabric was gripped tightly in your hands as you pulled it from his torso and shoved it down his arms. The intention to briefly constrict his arms with the fabric. 

Kiss and scraping of teeth moved over his pec. Tongue lapping at the beauty mark above his bond mark. Your fingers slid up snug under his chin then down against his throat. Feeling the way his Adam’s apple bobbed under your touch. As you bit his chest, Rafayel gave a muffled whimper. He could feel your teeth scraped against his flesh again as he watched you lower over his body. Finding his nipple with another nip and lap of tongue. Sucking hard against him until he’d tensed and hardened under your lips. Then you moved lower. Rafayel’s eyes were already starting to glaze as you peered up at him. Mouth and nose under the water but eyes up, watching him react as you bit over the beauty mark on his abs. Like an ambush predator lurking in the depths.

You lifted yourself just enough to draw in a fresh breath of air before dipping under the water's surface. Tip of your tongue flicked against his belly button causing the tall man to flutter against you. Blowing out bubbles against his skin he jerked more. Bracing your hands on his strong thighs, knees resting on the pool bottom, you opened your mouth against the growing bulge in his slacks. Applying just a hint of pressure with your teeth in a squeeze. Water around you rippled as his hips jerked backward. With caution and very slow movements you nibbled against the cloth covered length of him. That was until your lungs burned for air. Breaching the surface again you were met with a much darker gaze. The various marks on Rafayel’s bare chest blossoming in hues of red and pinks along with his flush. Your fingers worked at the slacks snug and clinging to his body in an attempt to work them down. 

“What are you a piranha?” 

Rafayel assisted, or rather, allowed you to remove him from his dress slacks. You’d left his boxers on like swim shorts. He reached down between you to grab the fabric and chuck it back on to the patio with a wet, heavy, sloshing thump. Then he moved. Free from the confines of his dress shirt which floated in the wake behind him as he stepped forward. Deep maroon fabric floated for a moment before sinking to its shallow grave on the pool's floor. You stepped backward as Rafayel’s form stalked. His eyes had deepened into a more blue shift, a flutter of iridescent scales along his cheekbone. Swallowing again you stepped deeper and deeper into the pool, water rising to your chest. Thankful the deepest part was only 4.5 feet deep. What you hadn’t realized was that he’d already walked you far enough back to be pinned against the tile of the infinity edge. Skin pressed against slick tiles blocking the water flow. Now no longer in the slightly obscured protection your private pool entrance had given.

“Rafayel.” you gasped softly, feeling his hands grab yours under the water.

“First you taunt me, ignore, then tease me. Then what? Hm, were you trying to tempt me further under the water?”

"Rafayel, I–” his lips stop your words cold.

You suck in air after he broke the impossibly deep kiss that had left you breathless. Water cascading down in erratic patterns from the waterfall beside your shoulders as his torso pinned you further into the tile. His jaw under yours, nose nestled near the hollow of your ear. His voice a rough, deep, sort of rumble as he pulls your wrists up. Eyes widening at the sight of your wrists being bound tight by your own swimwear bottoms. You had hardly even noticed him doing it. You’d been too focused on the dark desire swimming in his gaze and the bite of his words. 

“You forget that one of us can breathe underwater. And it’s not you, cutie.”

Just like that Rafayel dipped under the shimmering surface of the pool. You bite the back of your own hand as he wrenched your thighs apart and his mouth latched on to you with heat and little remorse. Rafayel had settled, knelt between your legs with ease under the water. His mouth hungry, his tongue fervent. Strong pink muscle drove into you again and again with long steady licks. Twirling within warm and wet walls, making you begin to flinch and flutter with every stroke. Rafayel gripped your thighs firmer as you started to flounder under the effort of his mouth. Pulling back only slightly he exhaled a flurry of bubbles against your skin and clit. 

Gasping with a whimper you arch against the tile at the new tickling sensation over your clit. Feeling him vibrate and move against your flesh. Swallowing down another moan as the man beneath you sucked your clit hard between pursed lips. Body began to slump further down as he continued to fuck you in earnest with his tongue. Water splashing against your upper chest and neck. A large hand slid up your hip, keeping you pinned to the wall and from sinking any further into the water. Legs start to instinctively float up to wrap around his head and shoulders when a beach ball floated across your field of fuzzy vision. Jerking slightly you choke at the sight of a child starting to swim after it. Hands grip roughly against Rafayel’s floating hair. Tugging again. Tugging until you tugged a little rougher with a fist full to pull him away. A growl settled low in his throat as he broke the water's surface again.

“Not so rough, cutie.”

“Raf…wait.” you could barely swallow, eyes flicking to the on coming splashes.

“Worried about getting caught? Shoulda thought about that before toying with me in the water, cutie.” he followed your gaze, but sounded indifferent about it. 

Eyes snapped to him as you tried to maintain your breath, tried to appear like you’d not just been on the brink of an impossibly strong orgasm. Like you were looking for his mercy. Rafayel’s hot breath fell over your soaked skin, prickling it up in goosebumps as he did. Shifting he moved towards the ball and plucked it from the water. Smacking it hard the opposite direction. It skipped off the water's surface and then bounced out onto the concrete. The action caused the child to go splashing back after it. Leaving the pair of you undisturbed. Turning back, Rafayel’s breath was a shudder. The muscles in his jawline tightened as he closed his mouth, stepping to pin your bodies together. His hand moved between your thighs, thrusting in with a sudden stroke. Your jaw fell open to moan as his mouth found you. His plush lips swallowed the sound of your pleasure. Watching you start to succumb to him again. 

His kiss changes. Tongue withdrawing from its dance with yours. Rafayel’s touch is tender as his thumb swipes wetly across your cheek. Long fingers tangling themselves in your wet locks. Lashes close over your eyes as the kiss deepens. Warmth spreads from everywhere he’s connected to you. You feel his chest expand against yours with and inhale. Then your lungs seem to surge with his exhale. Like he’s giving you the very breath of his soul. His Lemurian kiss. A kiss that allows you to sink under the surface of the water with him now. Rafayel lies back against the bottom of the pool. Glittering, blues, pinks, and oranges dancing above in the ripples. In the water you move practically weightless to Rafayel’s guiding. Now able to stay under with him, without the burning in your chest for oxygen. You stare down to the still hungry, yet almost worshipful, look off the man between your thighs. 

A strong grip sockets your hips again and pulls you down. With knees bent on either side of his head, feet tucked under his shoulders. Leaning forward your hands splay against the pool’s tiled basin. Letting your body become fully seated on Rafayel’s face under the water's surface. Sensitive clit being nudged and nosed by him as nips and sucks at your flesh. Moving to your inner thigh briefly to leave his mark on you as you’d done to his chest. Bubbles erupt from your lips in shock of brief pain and pressure. Then Rafayel’s tongue pushes through you once more, deep as he can get. Hands slip back against the tile and into his hair again as you feel the swell building. You’re almost there when two of his skillful fingers dive back into your depths. Your scream a broken sound under the surface and an eruption of bubbles dance to the surface to break along the water edge as you were breaking around him. 

For a moment you linger in your bliss. Under the cool sway of water. With effortless ease, Rafayel pushed your body downward over his. Thighs spread further apart to accommodate the width of his chest. Feeling your pussy lips drag over the well defined curves of his muscles, until he has you over his cock. Grinding his still clothed length against you in a tease. Letting you feel how impossibly hard he was. Pulling you back and forth over him like waves lapping at the sand. Clothed head notches against you a few times, but never enough to enter. Just as you start to move your hands to capture him, he shifts. For a moment you forget just how strong he actually was. Bodies shift together as he pushes up, planting his feet on the tiled surface of the pool's bottom. Standing easily with you wrapped around his waist. Water dripping and splashing down around you both as he begins to walk back towards the private patio and your bungalow. Each step you can feel him between your thighs and backside.

“This time, I want to actually taste you.” his voice still wrapped and dripping with lust “I’m going to tease you, toy with you, and tempt you…”

Rafayel’s moved his head into the hollow of your arms, with your wrists still bound behind his neck. Large hands braced over your lower back and curve of ass. Water moves easily around you both with a wake behind every one of his determined steps. You can feel him thrust once against you, giving his clothed length some additional friction. Each step careful as he exits the pool. Large floor to ceiling glass door left open as he drops you on the bed. Fingertips working the wet fabric from your wrists, then your top along with it. He leans caging your body with a kiss before pulling up. A dark look in his eye as he tips his chin downward. Large hands spreading your thighs apart once more. Tongue runs along his lips in a lick as he lowers. 

“Then, when you’re absolutely begging for me. I’ll make sure my cock fills every inch of your needy little pussy.” he paused for a moment, staring at you from between your thighs, intense and unwavering.

“And you’ll scream ‘Finally, Rafayel!”

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Moonlight Serenade

Valko drabble, teaser, whatever.

668 words

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“Valko!” you hissed through your teeth, “You can’t keep randomly appearing on my balcony!”

“Isn’t that the whole point of a surprise visit, for it to be a surprise?” his low voice rumbled back with a tease.

Inwardly you groaned. Valko had that teasing lit to his voice, the one he got when he was cocksure of himself. The one he used when he wanted to get you flustered. The one that seemed to contradict the image he was suppose to hold as a chairman. Instead, with you, that facade often crumpled. With you he was just Valko. However sometimes, like now, he was a pain in the ass. Earlier in the week, in the front lobby of your apartment, someone had printed and posted a home made warning flyer to be careful, that there appeared to be a shadowed figure skulking about in the moonlight. Mentally you had a fairly confident idea of who they may have been referring to. A man now crouched and perched on the banister of your fifth floor balcony.

“Use the front door like a normal person.” a begrudging sigh drained past your lips.

“Why, when this is far more entertaining?” there went that smirk of his.

“Because, people are going to get the wrong idea and misconstrue the situation!” with a move you reached out gripping him by the front of his snug black tank top and tugged “Now get down from there and get inside before someone sees you and tries to report it as a break in!”

Valko gave a huffed breath as his balance shifted, disguising the bark of a laugh he wanted to give. Muscular body leaned forward with little resistance at the insistence of the tug you’d given his shirt. With ease the broad-shouldered red-head hopped down. Thick black boots thud softly to the floor just before you. He shouldn’t have taken as much enjoyment in flustering you as he did, but you just got so cute when flustered. Brows pinched together, nose scrunched up, and a determined look in your eyes; it was all part of why he liked you. Why he enjoyed the playful banter and mannerisms you shared together. You had quickly become someone he trusted and could rely on, somewhere he could feel safe being himself.

“As if you couldn’t defend yourself, little Miss Hunter.” his voice balked, dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t think Linkon employed such weak hunters. You’ve taken down wanderers three times the size of me. Laid my ass out flat shortly after we met with a mean cross jab.”

“That’s not…” your head tipped back with a groan “that’s not the point. People take things out of context. Things can get twisted too easily.”

“Anyone who thinks you’re weak, is a fucking idiot.”

Another sigh threatened to expel from your lungs with a huff. Valko had come down off the ledge but hadn’t budged, hadn’t made any motion to move. If anything the man had planted his feet even as you pushed your hands against the curves of his back to get him inside. This time an audible sound left your lips as he leaned backward against your push in counter balance. Toes of his boots slightly elevated as he rocked back on his heels. Despite his return to silence you could feel the tremor of a chuckle as you pushed your shoulder into him bracing him upright. Hands slipped down the dip of his lower back and side to push again. To add additional force behind your shove to get him moving. Instead your left had slid over slicked material. Slightly warm and tacky. Slowly pulling your hand away your palm turned upright in the light seeping out from your apartment.

“Valko…” there was a tightness in your exclamation, eyes wide at the coating of red coloring your palm, “…you’re hurt.”

“…about that…” came his low sighed response, righting back on his feet from the lean he took a step forward “its just a scratch.” it wasn’t.

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yes, some of it is my venting my frustrations at the misrepresentation of Valko by the antis, purposely skewing and manipulating context.

might continue into something small one off, for now it’s just a teaser a drabble to try and help myself today.

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My Boy Likes it Outside [All Five]

Day 6 in K!nktober with some LADS-centric short fics, mini drabbles, and head canons.

Summary: [Head Canon + Mini Drabbles] Life outside was meant for dates, for enjoying each others company...and sometimes for naughty rendezvous. wc: 3.2k | est. 600+ per guy

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb, MC (Reader/You)

[ CONTENT WARNINGS | TAGS ]: 18+ [MDNI] outdoor s*x, vaginal s*x, penetration, p in v, s*xual overstimulation, fingering, oral, cunnilingus, blow job, unprotected. reader afab, fem!anatomy, reader insert, no use of y/n.

cross posted on ao3 - My Boys Has Kinks - 31 days of LaDS Smut

[ Day 6 prompts - Outdoor Sex ]

⭐️ Xavier - Xavier is the kind who would plan for it. Xavier loves nature, his plant covered patio and green thumb are proof enough of that (even if he’s terrible at mushroom identification). Plus there is the added benefit of being outdoors, especially away from anyone else who could be around, that you could scream and moan and cry as loud as you wanted without any neighbors to disrupt. 

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Xavier had it all planned out, a midnight outing complete with a charcuterie spread, for the meteor shower planned tonight. For nearly a week the local news had been talking about the upcoming shower and what a sight it would be for Linkonians to observe. They even provided the best viewing times and locations. Xavier knew better, because Xavier knew the stars. 

When you’d brought it up about going to see them with him, he had hummed and nodded his response. But pointed out that some of the locations the news had identified as potential spots for meteor gazers would still be impacted by light pollution from the city. When you’d pouted he’d kissed your cheek and told you to trust him. 

So when you ended up in a forest glade clearing with not another soul around, a giant spread blanket and a basket full of tasty snacks, and his telescope, you fell in love with him just a little bit more. He’d mentioned that the best viewing would actually happen closer to 2am. So you two snacked and cozied up as he pointed at the stars and named them one by one. Of course when your boyfriend started talking about stars and constellations with that look in his eye, you couldn’t help swoon. 

Kisses and light teases quickly dissolved into stripping each other naked. Xavier had you pinned to his chest, lying prone. His cock driving up between your thighs over and over from behind. Using the ground as leverage for every one of his powerful thrusts. Right hand teasing against your clit with wet swipes and circles of his fingertips. Left hand held fast to your hip to keep the friction and the movement seamless. Groaning as your full breasts bounced and swayed back and forth with every rock.

Your legs spread further around the outside of his. The angle of his entry had you seeing both literal and figurative stars. Because every push of his head, hit targeted, right to the most sensitive spot on your front wall. Coupled with the way he could use his hand had you nearly to the edge of your tether. Xavier left kiss after kiss along your neck, jaw, cheek, and shoulder. Anywhere his mouth could reach. 

“Look up my Starlight.” he murmured in your ear.

Your orgasm broke in waves, shuddering your body over his, just as the first meteor streaked across the sky with a fiery tail of light. Lashes fluttered over your eyes threatening to close with how good he'd made you feel. Yet you kept your eyes open against the pleasure of your release. Watching as the dark night sky littered with a sea of stars erupted in beautiful, almost multicolored streaks of light. An array of meteors dancing across the upper hemispheres of space and ozone. While you broke with a sob of his name. 

“It’s not nearly as beautiful as you are in this moment.”

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❄️ Zayne - Not as big of a fan about having sex outdoors. For Zayne, he wants the moment to be about you, and wholly you. He feels like being outside is a bit of a distraction, there’s a subconsciousness to it that makes it harder for him to perform at his peak. If anything, you're the one who pursues him for outdoor shenanigans. 

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Zayne had been trying to teach you how to ski. Trying being the operative word there. You found two skis were far harder to control at how they seemingly wanted to go opposite directions. Somehow in your downward run of what was supposedly something easy (bigger than a bunny slope, less intimidating than any diamond) you’d veered off course. Ever dutiful to you, Zayne followed you into the tree line and snow covered brush.

“I told you, you have to lean with your outer leg.” his voice was heavy with a sigh, “Are you alright?”

“I’ve got snow in my pants.” you huffed back.

You’d landed in a drift of snow and managed to spray yourself with the cold fluffs of white powder. Gloved hands clicked off the boots of the skis as you moved and peered up at Zayne while shaking your gloves off. He’d pulled off his goggles and rested them up in his dark hair. The hint of color across his cheeks made him all the more attractive. When Zayne went into instructor mode, it made you all but weak. Perhaps even a bit feral. No wonder his lectures were always full. If you were one of his medical students you don’t think you’d get passing grades at all. Too distracted by the towering green eyed, dark haired doctor in front of you. 

Reaching for his hand for assistance was a ploy. With a tug you sent him tumbling down into the snow beside you. Clicking him out of his ski boots, your knees crunched into the snow over his left thigh. Fluffy snow pants padded knee dangerously close to the center of him. Zayne had rolled over and now stared at you incredulously. Green eyes sharp and dark brows under the goggles narrowed. Under the thick layers of his own snow gear he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing deep. Noting how your pants were undone, likely from having removed a handful of snow, but now you were stripping him of his glove.

“What are you doing?”

“Will you check that I got all the snow out?” you offered coyly before slipping his hand into your thermal pants.

“Stop…stop that, ski patrol could come by seeing snow tracks diverting into the woods and off course.” Zayne let out a breath “we should go back to the hotel if you feel the need for a change of pace.”

Soft pouted look hiding your lust focused on him. He was trying to stop you. Trying to reign in the moment. But god you loved to tease him. So you slipped his hand further until his fingertips touched your warm, wet, bare center. You were being a brat and you knew it. Still Zayne’s body was already betraying the calm he was attempting to maintain. Because that flush on his cheeks was no longer from whipping through the cold crisp mountain air. Grinding yourself against his palm you leaned forward, kissing the exposed skin just under his jawline. But your fingertips were still up to their mischief. Working to undo his snow pants and tease at the growing bulge the padded material tried to hide. 

“Or perhaps, you could instruct me on how to go down again?”

When Zayne’s evol activated and a thick opaque curved wall of ice surrounded your position, you knew you were in for it. Even as his fingertips involuntarily twitched against your pussy. At the darkened look in his green eyes. Which had only gotten you even wetter. As did the idea of taking your dear sweet snowman, well, in the snow and making him melt. 

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🐠 Rafayel  - Does a Sea God enjoy outdoor sex, do fish have fins? Puh-leeease, cutie, do you even have to think twice about this big fishie? Rafayel loves it. As long as you’re both together it doesn’t matter where you are (okay, not true even he has his own sanitary limitations on the where). Beach sex, check. Sea floor, check, you get the idea.

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Beach sex is all fun in theory until you have sand in places it shouldn’t be. Though it’s also a great exfoliant for your skin. You had a rare day off and Rafayel had convinced you to spend it at the beach and his special private cove all day. A basket full of wine, finger foods, and snacks accompanied the pair of you. A large umbrella staked into the ground like a claim. The weather was warm, sunny and absolutely perfect. Water felt cool and refreshing against your skin. Playing in the waist high breaking water of waves turned your splashing into something more. 

Playful scream of sound broke from your lips as you raced up the beach from the wet sand of the water. Leaving a poor, previously dunked, Rafayel chasing after your heels for retaliation. Rule number one, never try to out maneuver a Lemurian Sea God in the water. On dry land maybe, just maybe you had a chance of winning. Maybe. You cried out again as his strong defined arm wrapped around your bare waist above bikini bottoms. Spinning you around in his clutches before dropping you to your ass on the double wide beach towel blanket. 

Chest heaved with breath as you stared up to his dripping wet form. Purple waves of hair appeared darker as they clung around his face. Water rolling in a race down his pecs and cut of well defined abs. Straight to how his swim trunks clung to his length. Hard, straining, outlined perfectly and deliciously. Rafayel tched a sound behind his teeth with his tongue as you unabashedly stared. 

His knees dropped to the sand in a staggered movement. Body towering over you. One hand capturing both your wrists to pin you flat on your back. Stretching your arms above your head. Warm sand past the towel's edge immediately clung to damp skin. Rafayel loomed over you with a look, his breath warm, as water dripped from his body on to yours. 

“If you want to drown me, then you should do it properly.” his voice held a dark lure to it.

In an instant his long fingers had untied both bows at your hips. Wrenching away the clinging material of your bikini bottoms like they’d personally offended him. Without another word or preamble, Rafayel buried himself in your pussy. Aggressive, heavy, hot. Firm suction pulled at your clit as he sucked, lapping the mixed taste of sea water salt and the sweetness of you. Dragging his tongue through your slick folds. Lower jaw moved with every lap, pressing firm. His upper lip curled over your clit and top. Never breaking the connection to your supple skin. Blue and pink hued eyes flickered up, focused on your face as you watched him utterly devour you. 

His hands had moved to throw your calves over his wet skin, shimmering under the sunlight. Losing himself to the taste of you as something new began to shine along his slightly tanned and beauty mark kissed skin. Deep blue scales catching the light with a sort of opalescence. Yet even as beautifully untamed he looked, you couldn’t break from his eyes. Hungry. Devout. Captivated by only you. Bare feet slid against the taut muscles of his defined back. Body arching hard against the towel as he broke you over his tongue. His name falling from your lips repeatedly like praise and a prayer. Still as you trembled under him, he kept going, keeping his attention on you. Ensuring you’d soak him thoroughly. Over and over again. 

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🐦‍⬛ Sylus - Wouldn’t specifically seek out sexual encounters outdoors. Outside in a controlled environment, like the deck of a yacht, that is a completely different story. When he pleasures you he lets his guard down, his attention only on you, and he can’t do that fully if he feels like you're both too far out in the open or vulnerable.  

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When Sylus invited you to go fishing, you’d imagined some sort of small boat with maybe an older fishing guide. The kind of boat that had two levels and massive poles for trolling the waters. And buoys and some loud obnoxious gas powered motor behind it. Not the sleek, deep rich wood, stylish sailboat he’d lead you onto solo. 

His command and control of the ropes and the massive wooden wheel made you remember just how capable a man Sylus was. Not that that fact had ever been in doubt. This wasn’t business though. This was leisure, an indulgence. It also meant you got to spend time with him in the light of day without hiding it. Without feeling like your relationship could only exists in the shadows and the dark. Every moment spent with him grew and developed. 

You lounged on the warm wooden deck, sun bathing in a pair of short shorts and your bikini top. Floppy hat shielded your face along with a pair of sunglasses that you pulled down to spy on the tall white haired man. The way his forearms flexed against the wheel. How good he looked in the light khaki hued long shorts and polo shirt. How the wind had swept his hair and disheveled it.

“Enjoying the view, kitten?” he smirked as he made adjustments to start dropping anchor.

“Immensely.” you smiled right back, before shifting, catching his eyes lingering. 

You twisted on the deck, slipping your fingers back to undo your bikini. Letting the strings slip down your sides. Breast squished to the flat surface as the top fell undone. Peek of side boob luring his attention as he walked over the deck. The sailboat swayed with the gentle rhythm of the waves. Nothing but clear deep blue sea surrounding you. Voice hummed softly as Sylus traced his fingers down the entire line of your spin.

“I see you’ve already learned how to use the proper bait for a big catch. I thought you’ve never fished before, kitten.”

“I read you have to use different bait and lure methods depending on what you’re after. Don’t you have your own fishing to do?” voice teased back softly toward him. 

“The fish can wait, I’m after a much bigger prize catch.”

Sylus's kiss graced your shoulder as his hand curled around your hip. Coaxing you with a turn to roll onto your back once more. Bare breast swaying with movement as you did. His crimson eyes hungry after the motion. Mouth wrapping tenderly around supple breast. Tongue flicking languidly across and around nipple. Sucking and teasing it until it stood erect. Open mouthed kisses seared into your skin as he moved his attention to the other. Repeating the process once more. 

Large hand trailed from the jut of your hip bone to the fluttering of your belly. Dipping down underneath your linen shorts. Hand working under the waistline of your bikini bottoms. Fingertips stroked through the wet he already found waiting for him. Dragging his middle and ring finger back and forth. Humming against your skin as you parted your thighs further for him in enjoyment. 

“I think this catch might have me fighting for hours to win her.” he purred against your flesh, thrusting his fingers inside smoothly with one go. Reveling in the moan he drew out of you. “But I’m more than up for the challenge.”  --------------------

🍎 Caleb - Being so hot for each other you can’t wait to even get someplace decent? Caleb’s cooked. Though if he were being honest, he’d rather have more control of the venue so to speak. A planned outing where he knew no one would interrupt you. 

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You’d finished setting up the sleeping bags inside the tent when you heard the thunk of something outside. Brow quirked as you climbed through the open flap of the tent and zipped it up after you to keep the bugs out. It had been your responsibility to set camp up from the sleeping bags to the portable stove and travel cookware. It had been Caleb’s job to prep everything else.

Teeth sunk into your lower lip as you straightened from the tent's door. Another solid thunk filled the air and the crack of something breaking apart. Hunks of wood split in twain by the swift downward motion of a simple hand axe. You hadn’t even known Caleb could handle one, let alone like that. Him handling a tool hadn’t been what stopped you. It was the fact he was doing it shirtless. How the action combined with the display of flesh made him all the more attractive. 

For a moment you stood there appreciating it. Noting how much bigger he’d gotten since becoming a man. From the countless physical exercises from the Fleet and even the DAA. Caleb had always been fit in your memory, but not always built like he was now. Each muscle well defined and honed. Flexing as he swung the axe again. Glint of his necklace dancing between the curve of his pecs. Even down to how his jeans hugged his tapered waist and he’d shoved his tee shirt into his back pocket. Mix that with the clean mountain air and he went from handsome to rugged. 

“I can feel you staring.” the axe thunked and stuck into the stump he’d been splitting wood for the camp fire on.

“Just thinking you’re full of hidden talents. Didn’t know you could handle an axe.”

“I can handle a lot of things, Pips.” he drawled back with a lopsided smirk. “Want me to show you?”

With a nod you stepped through the campsite to where he was. But instead of turning to pick up the axe handle as he went to reach for it, you pushed your hands up against his chest. Caleb shifted with a quirk of his brow under soft brown disheveled bangs. A look that was quickly followed by a swallow as he allowed you to walk him back until he was pinned to a large trunk behind him. Violet eyes danced over your face with amusement and growing intrigue.

“Whatcha doin’ there Pipsqueak?” his cock already twitched at the idea as you got closer.

“Show you my own wood handling skills.” you bit your lip with a smirk and leaned up to kiss him.

Caleb met your mouth with one of growing hunger and anticipation. Hiss of sound sucked through his teeth as your nails scraped down his bare chest and abs. Muscles twitching inward watching as you sink to your knees in the dirt. Jeans being pulled apart in the process and his semi-soft length exposed as you tugged fabric down his thighs. In just a few pointed licks and sucks he was hard and standing firm. He moaned into the air around you. Right hand clutching the tree trunk behind him as you took him into your mouth again. Swirling your tongue around his head. Sucking him firmly before beginning to bob. Your hand working whatever length you didn’t take into your mouth. 

“Shit…honey. Do that again, the swirl.” his voice was tight already and rumbled low. “Yeah, just like that.”

Mechanical hand tightinged into the wood with a crack of sound. Chest beginning to heave with staggered breath as your demonstration of skills intensified. A muffled sound coming from deep within your throat as you took him to the back of your tongue. His left hand brushed over the softness of your cheek as it hollowed around him. When you flicked your dazed look up at him Caleb tensed further. 

“Honey, Pips… I’m gonna come. Fuck, it’s building fast.” with a few more deep heady sucks, Caleb broke, moaning into the mountain side with a guttural cry of release. Filling your mouth with him as you swallowed every drop.

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My Boy Likes to Watch [All Five]

Day 4 in K!nktober with some LADS-centric short fics, mini drabbles, and head canons.

Summary: [Head Canon + Mini Drabbles] Watching you is a past time. Each of them do it in their own way. But all of them enjoy how you make them feel. wc: 3.8k | est. 700+ per guy

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb, MC (Reader/You)

[ CONTENT WARNINGS | TAGS ]: 18+ [MDNI] voyeurism, masturbations, stripping, vaginal s*x, penetration, p in v, s*xual overstimulation, fingering, oral, unprotected, bathtub s*x. reader afab, fem!anatomy, reader insert, no use of y/n.

cross posted on ao3 - My Boys Has Kinks - 31 days of LaDS Smut

[ Day 4 prompts - Voyeurism ]

⭐️ Xavier - He really tries to be discreet about it, but it ends up being blatant and obvious. Honestly, if you could just walk around his apartment completely nude all the time, that’d be just great. However, if you did, you’d never get anything done. Because try as he might, the sight of you, any part of your skin, makes him want to worship at your alter until you're completely and thoroughly ruined.

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“Xavier!” you laugh lightly throwing a bunbun plushie at him. “You’re staring. When you should be getting up to get ready too or else we’re going to be late.”

“I’m not staring.” Xavier lied, he was completely and unabashedly staring.

Forearm folded over the bunbun plush you’d chucked at him. Dropping his chin on his still clammy warm skin just so he could have a better view. You were gorgeous. Even as a complete mess (which was also his doing). That he especially loved. The way your skin glowed after sex with the sheen of sweat. How his marks, kisses, bruises, sometimes even come danced over your body like a painting. You naked was his favorite. Watching you move naked, even better. Even when you were doing mundane things like running around his room bare assed trying to find the panties he’d flung off you earlier. 

Because when you bent, he could imagine himself over you. Xavier didn’t even have to close his eyes to fantasize about all the positions he could claim you in. His hand drifted down under the sheets again. Tongue wetting his lips and then inner cheek as you started to redress. Which was its own disappointment. He let out a soft exhale as his fingers slid around his cock. Still wet from being inside you and the slick of his come. Underhanded grip pulled down slowly, dragging the sensation from the tip all the way to his base. 

Grip tightened as his cock hardened with each swiping pass. Jaw fell slightly agape as his head began to tip back. Easy paced strokes and tugs working against him. Every time his hand moved up it made the sheet above him flutter. He let out a sound and watched as you turned around. Bra in your hands to be pulled on.

“Don’t. Don’t put it on yet.” his breath huffed with a rushed exhale.

“Xavier..what…” your cheeks flushed instantly, realizing what he was in the middle of. “Twice wasn’t enough, my little bunny?”

“With you,” he swallowed a breath “it’s never enough, not when you look like that.”

“A disheveled mess?” you teased stepping toward the bed.

“Especially then and like that.”

His hand worked more feverishly as you sat beside him. Shroud of the sheet pulled aside. Xavier gave a slight smirk as your eyes drifted down to his pumping hand. Tip of his cock, pink and swollen, dripping once more. Wet slaps of sound and quickened breathing filled the bedroom again from the silver haired man. 

“See what you do to me, my starlight?” he asked breathless and choked as he came over his hand with you watching him. 

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❄️ Zayne - Has always tried to respect boundaries. That also comes from giving you your personal space in his home. However, there is something simple and arousing about watching you get prepped for the day. Perhaps it’s the domesticism of it. How he can imagine waking up to that, to sharing the bathroom with you while you get ready. It was something he’d stumbled on by accident, and now he can’t help but to let himself occasionally indulge when he has the time to linger. 

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Zayne’s hands were smoothing down the pressed lines of his dress shirt when the bathroom door slipped open. It must not have been latched completely when you’d closed it to go shower and get ready after spending the night. Early morning breeze, or change in temperatures, must have caused it to slip. Sock covered feet padded over the taupe grey wood flooring towards the door. His intention had been to close it to provide you that privacy. Only when his hand reached for the knob his green eyes flicked up.

There through the crack of the door he’d seen you. Drying yourself off with one of the fluffy towels he’d bought specifically with you in mind. Every day of your relationship together, warmed him, and slowly that also changed his home. Little things were bought in consideration of you. Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched you pat your breasts dry, how they bounced softly with each one, then as your hand dabbed the towel lower over your body. 

He should have stepped away. He didn’t. Instead he lingered there behind the crack in the door, watching his own girlfriend dry off. The sound of your voice saying ‘Hey’ startled him briefly before you continued with ‘Otto’ giving the little automaton ai robot instruction to play your current favorite song. Zayne’s lips twitch as you started to wiggle and bounce naked in the steam filled room, dancing and swaying to the music in a little world all your own. Zayne hadn’t realized he’d gotten hard until you leaned over the counter.

The way you perched on your tip-toes to swipe a hand over the fog covered mirror. How the action made your muscles twitch. Hunter’s body curved and sloped with both grace and something powerful. With a swallow Zayne adjusted the front of his dress slacks. A miserable attempt at trying to relieve some of the pressure he felt. Shoulder dropped softly against the door jam as he continued to watch. He hadn’t known or realized how much of your get ready routine you did in the nude. 

You were still delicately leaning over the smooth counter top. Curves of your body enhanced and perfect. Fingers working in various moisturizers and serums for your facial care routine. Chest expanded as he took in a deep breath. Palm of his hand adjusting himself once more, lingering a little longer than should be polite. The air wafted of your shampoo, body wash, hints of perfume, everything that was you. Warm and damp with the heat and steam from your prior shower. Lashes fluttered low on his cheek as he gave himself a gentle squeeze. Shaking his head the dark haired doctor stepped back. He couldn’t let this continue. He’d be late for work. Carefully Zayne clicked the door to set in it’s jam.

“Zayne?” you called out past the door, telling Otto to pause the music. 

“I’m headed to the hospital. I’m sorry we can’t do breakfast, but there are danish on the counter.” Zayne tried to remain even toned as possible from behind the door.

“Wait!” soft voice called after quickly

Zayne froze thinking he’d been caught being inappropriate while watching you. He shifted his jacket, folded over his forearm, and draped strategically to hide the erection now straining in his slacks. Bathroom door pulled open with intention now, much wider than the crack he’d been watching through. Wave of steam and warmth hit him solidly in the chest as your towel wrapped form pressed against his arm. Leaning up to him on your toes for a kiss goodbye. A kiss Zayne made far deeper with his tongue, leaving you in a muffled shock, before he pulled away and swallowed. 

“I’ll have to add that song you like to my playlist.” he leaned in with another kiss, savoring the taste of your lightly glossed lips “Have a good day today, see you tonight?”

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🐠 Rafayel  - Short answer is yes. Long answer is also yes. Rafayel has some voyeuristic tendencies when it comes to you. How could he not? He’s been longing for you for 800 years. Though is it also truly voyeurism if he enjoys watching you two together? He’ll encourage you to let him watch you play with yourself. He wants to see what other touches you enjoy, anything he can later use. His favorites though are finding you in those moments when you let yourself be comfortable in his home, in his space, like you could finally surrender. 

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Bare feet padded over the floor towards his bathroom. He’d been in his studio painting up his recent inspiration piece, now finished and covered in paint, all he wanted to do was get cleaned up and take a long bath. And indulge in a tub full of his favorite salts, oils, and fragrances. Imagine his surprise when he heard a whimper slip under the door. You must have started to get prepped for bed without him. 

Quietly as he could, Rafayel opened the door to the bathroom and slipped inside. Frequently running around his own home and studio barefoot had its obvious perks. Being sneaky was one of them. Carefully closing the door back up, Rafayel shifted to sit on the dressing chair near the corner. It was the perfect view to watch you in the mirror as you indulged yourself in his bath. He could already smell the mix of aromas you’d picked for yourself. Something sweet and floral with a hint of spice, amber perhaps? 

Your face was flushed, not just from the warmth of the bath water in his giant tub, but where your fingers were dancing. Rafayel’s full lips curved upward, wondering what you were thinking about so vividly that had you touching yourself in his tub. Did you simply need relaxation or did you need him? He much preferred it if it was the latter. Slowly his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. Shoulders rolled forward as he shrugged the material off. Letting it slip down lean muscular arms and torso. Next thing to go were his pants. Standing with a shimmy of hips and quiet steps had left him as bare naked as you were.

Rafayel swallowed watching as your movements got bolder. Hand dipping harder and faster under the water with a splash. Your other hand caressing those perfect breasts. Licking his fingertips Rafayel stroked down the length of his already hard cock. Watching you never failed to arouse him. He bit his lower lip to remain quiet for now. Moving his hand quicker to match your pace. Thighs already starting to feel the tension, the longing to want release. Each languid stroke of his cock brought him pleasure, but so did watching you. 

When you started to whine his name, he’d had enough. Feet slapped against tile as he stepped toward you dropping with a crouch beside the tub. His forearms folded on the side of the tub, resting his cheek there. Desire already claiming his sights. 

“You called, cutie?”

“Rafayel!” startled choke left your lips as your eyes flashed open at his voice. 

Heart beat raced as all movement stopped. You’d been so close to coming undone when his voice had startled you out of the moment. With a swallow you took in the sight of him. His cheeks flushed high with color. It made his eyes shimmer deeper. Every inch of his soft skin, dotted with beauty marks and delicate moles already exposed for you. His pretty cock flushed and eager. Wet at the head with need.

“How long have you been here, Raffie?”

“Hmmm, long enough…” he mused with pursed lips “you wanna finish on your own?” he leaned in brushing his lips along your damp neck “or have me help you, cutie?”

“Rafayel,” you murmured with a lusty breath that made him weak.

Water splashed over the edge as Rafayel climbed into the far end of the tub where your legs extended. Hands immediately reaching under the water to curl around your calves. Hoisting limbs up and over the edge of the tub. Water rippled back and forth with his movement. Then a small wave of motion splashed against your chest as Rafayel thrust his full length inside of you. Watching you as your head dropped back, mouth open in a silent cry in ecstasy over the stretch of him. 

“That won’t do cutie… I wanna hear your scream my name.” he pulled out and thrust back in, sharp and hard. You cried out his name as more water splashed to the ground.

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🐦‍⬛ Sylus - Sylus is a watcher in so many forms of the word. He’s watched after your safety. Watched over your missions and things of interest to him. Of course he’d want to watch how you found your pleasure. Watch you as you descend into your desires for him. Watch as you peel the layers of clothing off your body, knowing full well how it works him up when you do it slow. Mephisto likely has gotten more than an eyeful once or twice as Sylus watched from afar. He also quiet enjoys it when you are captivated by him. Unable to pull your eyes from his well toned body and the way he moves.

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He both loathed and loved your Hunter’s uniform. It was a physical reminder of the vast differences in your world. Yours in the light, the heroine to the people of Linkon. Him in the dark, a villain who ruled the underbelly of the N109 Zone. Yet here in his bedroom, none of that mattered. It was only you and him and the chemistry between you. Dragging his tongue over his lower lip, Sylus’s crimson eyes watched you move. 

Most nights you ended up in the N109 Zone and his base of operations in your Hunter’s uniform, you were already worn out and exhausted from the day. Craving only his comforts and presence. Though those moments were often easy to sway. A kiss here, a massage there. A challenge or a sharp tease he know you couldn’t (wouldn’t) ignore. But tonight you’d arrived with a look like you were set to devour him. And Sylus was more than obliged to let you. 

His bare chest expanded as he stretched back against the headboard of his dark four poster canopy. Long legs crossed at the ankle in his dark slacks still. Prominent bulge tenting the fabric with his length. Letting slow breaths consume him as he watched your body move. How delicately your hands undid the various buckles and harness straps of your uniform. Each one popping slow. It was a deliberate tease to work him up. Sylus cracked his neck with an arch as the top vest of your uniform fell to the ground. It being the most tedious piece on the outfit. He knew from experience removing it himself. 

Sylus let his hand work slow over his hardened length. Tracing his fingers over himself deliberately, just to watch you falter. Smirk creases his devilishly handsome features as the strip tease slows a pace. With a grip he adjusts himself and leans back again, resting his hand on his thigh, stopping his self tease.

“What’s the matter, kitten, distracted? If you’re already that eager for it, I know a few ways we can speed things up.”

God, he loved to tease you. There was a special sort of enjoyment he got out of making you flustered. Getting under your skin in all the best possible ways. He meant what he said of course. His evol was more than a handy enough tool to strip you naked and make you ready for his taking. Instead his words rekindled your determination. Crawling over his cross lower limbs to strip while kneeling above him. With careful stance you stood up on his mattress, leaning your now bare back against the post. Holding it as you removed your pants. 

“All of it, kitten. Let me see you.” 

Swallowing hard, Sylus watched as you turned around, the snap of your bra coming undone first. Dark red lace falling to the mattress. His jaw flexed as your thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties. Dragging the fabric slowly over the curve of your ass. Bending yourself slightly forward in such away he could practically see right into you. Pussy wet and dripping for him as fabric pulled lower between your thighs with a string of wet.

His low velvet voice gave a curse. Tall frame moved, wrapping an arm around your waist. Unable to wait any longer. Sylus buried his face between the backs of your thighs. Mouth parting against the heat of your sex. Tongue lapping relentlessly through the slick of your body and arousal for him. You may have come to lure him, but the dragon was the first to claim what he wanted. Your body. Your cries of pleasure. Your ecstasy. 

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🍎 Caleb - Colonel Yandere reporting for duty. Of course Caleb has a thing for watching you. He’s been doing it for nearly twenty years. From innocent to not so innocent. Caleb wants to make sure you’re safe, but he also wants to know what you’re doing, how you’re doing and then some. He first got off on watching you as a teenager, and it only grew from there, even as life got more dangerous, even as your relationship changes. Caleb would be one that wants to watch; in real life or in video clips of you, naughty ones you sent him. Even to the secret surveillance he’s totally since removed. 

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The newest addition of technology to your apartment was a tiny white rounded, wheeled robot with a little curved light eyes, and a 4k camera and two way communications. Caleb’s newest toy for when he was far away and couldn’t come home immediately. He’d dropped it off before one of his away missions and explained that through the little robot he could keep you company. Of course you’d ask couldn’t you just do that over the phone, and Caleb had insisted this would be more fun. Like a little robo pet. 

Yet like some sixth sense Caleb always seemed to activate it when you were getting undressed, coming out of a shower, or prepping to go to bed. That or you’d gotten so routine in your schedule he just seemed like he had the perfect timing. Truth be told, the first time the little robot activated and started whirring around your apartment with Caleb’s voice coming out of it, you’d kicked it under your bed because you’d forgotten about it. Hunter’s instinct had kicked in and you reacted on impulse. Caleb had complained and whined about it later. You had to fish the little robot out with the end of a broom. 

A week an a half into his away mission, you were starting to feel antsy. Like your body craved release. And you missed him. You’d just stripped down to your undergarments when you felt the little robot bump into your ankle after whirring into your bedroom from its charging post. 

“Heya, Pipsqueak, whatcha up to?” Caleb’s voice sounded through the little speaker from the bot. “I’m drownin’ in mission briefs over here.”

“Oh, Caleb. Nothing…just getting ready for bed.”

“S’thats why you’ve not got any pants on. Ooorrr, were you planning to be naughty?”

You glanced down and Caleb had remote controlled the little robot to back up. Expanding its field of vision. So that on the app on his phone, the one where he controlled the little robot through, he could see your bare legs. On the other side, Caleb swallowed the lump in his throat. A soft electric sound came from the device as Caleb scanned it back, making the video lens shift up, and the little robot lean backward. It gave him an even better view of your only undergarment clad body.

“Maybe I was.” you sighed lightly while looking down at the little robot. 

“I think you should.” his low voice came through the speaker again.

You pondered for a moment, and grinned to yourself. You were already planning on it but Caleb deserved to be teased. With a quick step you hopped over the little robot so you were no longer in it’s field of vision. You heard Caleb’s voice make a sound. Quickly you pulled your panties off as you heard the little remote movement of the tiny machine. With precision you dropped the panties over it and the little robot stopped.

“Hey, wait… Pips, did you just cover me.” 

Caleb maneuvered the little robot trying to get free. Trying to see what was keeping him from seeing you again. It’s little wheels running forward and backward with various long distance skilled maneuvers. Of course the little robot could only move so many ways. As fabric began to slip the lens focus shifted and Caleb made another low sound through the speaker.

“Did you, did you drop your panties on me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Please…let me watch. I miss you. I need this pips, been so worked up I can’t focus.” 

“Poor baby,” you cooed with a tease to him “I miss you too, Caleb.” 

Reaching over you lifted the panties from the little robot, freeing Caleb to move it around again and get a full visual. While he was covered you’d pulled one of your blankets and pillows to the floor slowly starting to tease yourself. Legs parted. You heard Caleb’s deep curse as the focused view point landed on your compromising position. 

“Oh shit…fuck, baby, what are you…” Caleb sounded like he was struggling over his words. “Go get your phone instead. I want you to watch me too.”

“Nope. You wanted to play with your little robot.”

“Babe please…” his voice trailed off as you slipped your fingers inside of yourself. 

Caleb practically choked. His brain momentarily short circuiting as he watched in 4k resolution you start to finger yourself. Legs planted wide apart, hips rocking subtly up into your touch. His thumbs slid over the controls on his touch screen phone, guiding the little robot deeper between your legs, until it bumped right into your pussy. He reversed it and rolled it back forward again. 

“Caleb!” you gasped with a shocked sound, then started to laugh “what are you doing?”

“Going insane. It’s like I’m right there, fuck I wanna be right there. Bury my face into your pussy. Lick you and eat you til my tongue goes numb.” Caleb moaned through the speaker. “Might just lick my screen the views so good.”

The little robot rolled back as your fingertips curled within you once again. From the other side you could hear Caleb grunt. Hear the rustling of fabric, of how indiscreetly he’d spit into his hand. The low moan he always gave when he grabbed hold of his cock and tugged it upward. His grunts and whimpers through the speaker encouraged your own. Letting him watch as you fucked yourself to thoughts and the sound of him. Caleb had come quickly, then a second time before you’d even completed. Babbling about how sexy and kinky it was watching you like that, how he was so fucking glad you were his. And how when he came back you wouldn’t be leaving his (or your) bed for a minimum of two days. 

[niksxtra]

My Boy is Finger Lickin' Good [All Five]

Day 5 in K!nktober with some LADS-centric short fics, mini drabbles, and head canons.

Summary: [Head Canon + Mini Drabbles] Fingers, so useful for so very many things. Means of pleasure, of connection, of innuendo of course. So how do they each feel about sucking or being sucked? wc: 3.2k | est. 600+ per guy

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb, MC (Reader/You)

[ CONTENT WARNINGS | TAGS ]: 18+ [MDNI] finger sucking, hand k!nk, hand job, oral sex, fingering, cunnilingus. reader afab, fem!anatomy, reader insert, no use of y/n.

cross posted on ao3 - My Boys Has Kinks - 31 days of LaDS Smut

[ Day 5 prompts - Finger Sucking ]

⭐️ Xavier - Enjoys it when it happens in the moment. When it's something somewhat unplanned. Xavier never intentionally gives you his fingers to suck or sucks yours. It’s usually in the heat of something else weather it be foreplay or into the main act or you simply teasing him.

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You groaned under Xavier with a stretch. After a long exhaustive day fighting Wanderers you’d both settled into his sofa to watch a movie. One you’d both inadvertently drifted off to. White credits scrolled upward on a background of black. Soft music of the main theme drifting through the speakers. With lazy effort your lashes fluttered and eyelids opened further. Fingers stroked through Xavier’s soft fluffs of silver hair.

“Xav…we fell asleep. We should get up, have dinner…” you stifled a yawn “clean up properly.”

Xavier murmured something under his breath in that sleepy tone of his. Deep exhale escaping his parted lips as he nuzzled under you. His body was half on top of you, half pressed to the back of the sofa cushions. With another sleepy shift he brought his right hand up fingertips lightly tapping your lips to keep them closed. Keep you from trying to stir him awake with your words. 

“We should just stay like this a little while longer.” his body rolled against yours with another sleepy exhale of breath. 

“Xavier…” you mumbled his name against his fingers. 

With his eyes closed he couldn’t see the way your lips pulled into a devious smirk. Brain and consciousness still too limited to realize what you were doing. At how you’d opened your mouth and kissed against his fingers, tongue extending to slide against them. Moving your mouth and jaw to capture the fingers he’d meant to shush you with. Wet warmth of your mouth working against him slowly. Teasing him into a state of alertness. His tongue made a sharp sound as you sucked a little harder. 

You rolled your tongue around his fingers. Tracing over them with ease. Soaking his skin with your saliva. Smirking as his head suddenly popped up from your shoulder. Those sky blue eyes of his, darkened but wide. As if the bigger his gaze was the more he could take in the sight of what you were doing to him. Then you felt his hip rut against yours. His throat making a sound as you sucked his index and middle finger to the second joint. Tongue lapping and forcing in the space between them. 

A gasp wrenched from you as Xavier shifted working his fingers deeper into your mouth. His eyelids now half-lowered as he watched the action. Hearing you choke slightly as he got near the back of your tongue. Pulling out slowly until your teeth bit against his nails. His exhale of breath warm and quick along your neck. He shifted again, pushing his fingers back inside and pulling them out. Looking at the spittle coating his digits.

“Well I’m awake now…but not hungry for dinner…I think I’m craving something else.”

His name tore from your lips as he shoved his hand down inside your pants. Working quickly under the hemline of your panties. Slipping saliva coated fingers against your clit with a rough tease. Filling your already quickly dampening pussy with his thrust. 

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❄️ Zayne - Is usually the reciever of this particular action. Something that had taken him some time to warm up to. How you treated his hand and fingers with such care, only to suck them so lewdly. Each time he melts a little more. 

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Soft sounds of contentment were slipping through Zayne’s lips. He’d been pleasantly surprised that you were at his home when he arrived after a 16-hour shift at the hospital. You’d pecked him with a soft kiss upon arrival as he busied himself with slipping off his dress shoes. Fuzzy slippers already waiting for him and a mug of honey lemon tea. He’d kissed your temple softly as he excused himself to wash his hand quickly. 

A force of habit from the hospital, now permeated his daily life and routine. If he’d been outside anywhere, when he came home he always washed his hands. As a heart surgeon it had always been imperative he was as clean as possible. Zayne even joined you in getting regular manicures to keep his nails neat and trimmed. To take care of his most important tools of his trade. It was a hygiene task he could take care of himself, but going with you meant he got to spend more time in your presence. 

When he met you on the sofa, you corrected his posture after he’d finished his tea. Having him lie back over the expanse of the sofa’s length, head resting in your lap. A pillow he was more than content to embrace. A small quirk of his lips turned upward as you bent forward, removing his glasses for him and kissing the tip of his nose. Nails raked through his dark hair and the doctor closed his eyes. Keeping them closed as you found his hands. Working them into yours. 

Zayne felt the tension slip as you applied pressure to the points in his palm. Working against the fatigue and stress he carried in his hands. Of which often also carried through his body. Your own fingers working in small concentric circular kneads of pressure. Then lacing with his to give a tug and deeper connection. Another soft sound slipped past his lips as you rubbed each of his long dexterous fingers. Then an audible choak and swallow as you ran your tongue the length of his index finger. 

“What are you…” he’d started to murmur before his voice cracked with another huff.

“Shhussh, Zayne, just enjoy. Let me spoil you.” 

His dark green and gold flecked eyes had shot open, watching with an upside down world view as you sucked his finger fully into your mouth. Wet tongue sliding around him teasing and tasting him. The clean lingering of hand soap against his skin. His eyelids shuddered at the sensation dragging him in and out of your mouth. Then doing the same to his middle finger. Isolated attention at first. Zayne moaned softly, unintentionally, as you took both his middle and ring finger into your mouth at the same time next. How he could feel your lips hum around him. At his other fingers pressed near your cheek. 

“Darling,” he swallowed hard, eyes glazing with want, “you’re making it quite hard for me to relax.”

“Mm, does it not feel good?” you kissed his palm after popping his fingers out.

“Quite the opposite actually. It’s making another part of myself eager for the same attention of your relaxation technique.” 

You smiled down at him, still holding his hand. Working small gentle massages against his palm. Eyes flickered the length of his body to the tight tent in his charcoal gray slacks. A testament to how relaxed he’d gotten, only to get worked up in another way. You popped a sound against his pinky and shifted. Popping it into your mouth with a hard enough suck that Zayne’s hips flinched and his mouth fell open in an audible groan.

“I’ve got six more pretty fingers to relax first.” you smiled, bent to kiss his forehead, and let him watch as you took his thumb into your mouth next.  -------------------------

🐠 Rafayel  - His brain stops for a moment when you suck his fingers. For Rafayel it's like an ultimate appreciation for his hands. For what they can do with a paintbrush, sculpting, or to your body. The way you tease him with it or getting him wet before getting him wet. He also adores yours. Because you’re his beloved, and everything about you is perfection. He couldn’t even sculpt anything more perfect if he tried. And he’s tried. 

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“Rafayel, no biting!” you pulled your fingers from him with a soft shake.

“I’m sorry cutie, you just squeezed me so tightly it was a reaction.” Rafayel whined, neck and head arching as his lips chased after the fingers you’d pulled away. “Promise I’ll be good and won’t do it again. Now come back here.”

His athletic body arched forward away from your chest only to be pulled back into it. Your hand captured him, wrapped under his jawline and around his throat. Guiding him back into place kneeling in front of you on the bed. His bare back, shoulders pinched, pressed into your breasts. Head of purple waves dropped back on your shoulder as he leaned. Exhaling quickly at the pressure on his throat. His cheeks were a deep rosy flush you found so completely attractive. Ethereal even. Rafayel was too fucking pretty for his own good. But it also made it nearly impossible to say no to him. 

“C’mon cutie…promise…not even a nibble.” his plush lips quirked into a smirk “unless you want me to that is.”

Your middle and ring finger already had a growing red circle of dentition marks where he’d clamped down. An action you’d been wholly unprepared for. Though you had squeezed his throbbing cock rougher and tighter than intended. Moving forward you pressed another half dozen open mouthed kisses along the curve of his neck. Before biting him just where your fingertips rested along his pulse. Feeling it flutter rapidly under you as the excitement of the bite coursed through him. 

“Fuuu–.” the rest of his curse was muffled as you thrust your two fingers into his lips again.

You sighed against him as his lips wrapped around your fingers. Suckling against flesh like he’d been given a treat. Tongue tracing over both digits then between them. Timing the thrust of his tongue with the resumed up and downward strokes of your hand on his cock. Hips rolled upward with every downward pump against his hardened length. Swallowing his moans and whines around your fingers. 

Each of Rafayel’s exhales was hot through his nose over the back of your knuckles. You curled your fingers in his mouth. Only to toy with the flexibility and suppleness of his tongue. Pinching it briefly between your digits. His thighs clenched together as your hand slipped from his cock to his balls. Your fingers pulled over his tongue and through his mouth. Popping from his lips with a wet sound and string of saliva. 

“Spit.” you commanded softly in his ear.

Rafayel obeyed with a shaky nod of his head. Swirling his tongue around his own mouth to gather extra saliva. Sucking his cheeks in hard with a wet sound, then coated your palm with his spit. A dribble lingered on his lower lip before you swiped it away with your thumb. His moan was much louder now, unrestrained from your fingers having filled his mouth. His ass bumped back into you suddenly when the wet palm of your hand pressed down on his weeping cock head. 

Swirling his head with your palm and the slick from his mouth. Sliding down quick and sharply as your wet fingers wrapped around him. Your other hand continued to tug and play with his sac. Feeling as he tightened and tensed higher. His breath coming in quick sharp pants of sound. Mouth falling open to try and form letters around each breath but only able to whimper. Wet hand along his shaft increased the pace and pressure with a twist when you reached his head. Shoving back down with a heavy smack as Rafayel finally cried out your name. Hips jolting forward as he writhed under your caress. Come spilling on to your hand, wrist, his abs, his bent legs. 

“Told ya,” he panted hard with a swallow “I’d be a good boy for you…”

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🐦‍⬛ Sylus - Its a pleasurable experience, especially when he’s the one in control of it. He’ll suck yours in a heartbeat, especially when you’re teasing his lips with your fingertips. The way he’ll use his tongue to tease at what he’d do down between your thighs. Though he also enjoys dragging his fingers across your lips and tongue so you can taste what he’s done to you. 

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“We’re going to play a little game, kitten. You suck. I suck. Understood?” 

Sylus’s voice was a deep rumble in your ear as his teeth nipped against the lobe of it. Your body arched into his, fingers tracking down the curves of his strong muscular shoulder and upper arm. If this man was the devil you’d sell your soul to him. Which already half-belonged to him in reality. Two souls, two destinies intertwined. Perhaps that’s how he could get under your skin so effortlessly. 

You whimpered as his stroke left the teasing wet of your pussy and clit. His kisses trailed like fire down your neck and chest. Trading places with his attentions. Forefinger and middle finger, coated with your arousal, smeared across your bottom lip. Instinctively you lapped at the pressure. Tasting yourself on his touch. Mouth fell open mid lap as Sylus’s tongue mirrored the behavior. Your pussy throbbed with understanding of his words. You gave a hard press of tongue against the tip of his middle finger. Sylus pressed the tip of his tongue to your clit. Pressure pushing the swollen flesh downward into yourself. 

With another quick flick of your tongue upward, you broke into a high pitched cry. Pressure replaced as a sharp upward twitch of his tongue trekked your clit. Everything you did to his fingers, he would repay in kind into your pussy. Thighs squeezed around his head at the very thought of it. Another whimper of sound at the idea stealing your breath. Your pussy burned with anticipation. Dragging your tongue over both his fingers, you took him into your mouth. Swirling your tongue to clean the digits from your slick.

Hips rocked up to meet his mouth. Sylus opened further, mouthing hard against your pussy. Driving his tongue through your folds before the suction pulled your clit up for him. Swirling pink muscle around the engorged nub. Teasing it with every caress of his tongue. Your whining and whimpering already music to his ears. He blinked momentarily as your popped his fingers out from your mouth and littered them with kisses. An attempt to see just how committed he was to this little pleasure game. 

Pursing his lips he stopped the ministration of licks to your clit. Pressing a searing kiss to it instead. The same sort of kiss he brandished against your skin and your mouth. Head of white nestled further between your thighs. Silken tresses tickling the tender supple flesh there. Kisses ranged over every inch of your pussy and inner thigh. Tongue then lapping a long slow stripe through and back down. Like his fingers were a remote control for his mouth. 

His tongue delved sharp and deep between your folds. Feeling the squeeze of your wet walls. Humming into your pussy. Quickly Sylus thrust his tongue in and out. Flicking mercilessly between you. Fucking you slit with his sharp focused tongue movement. Above him, you were holding the back of his hand tightly. Tongue moving but losing focus. Becoming quickly overwhelmed by the sensation down below.

“Sy, oh fuck, Sylus!” 

Even though your tongue had stopped against his fingers, his had not. His smirk seeped into your skin as he doubled down his efforts. Mouth hungry over your sopping pussy. Lapping every ounce of wet you gave him. Sylus pushed his fingers past your lips and pressed down against your tongue. Letting your scream become ragged as he brought you crashing and trembling around his tongue. Mouth latched on, pure open heat, as he consumed each drop of your orgasm. Licking and coaxing you through every tremor. Growling himself in pleasure into your still spasming sex. 

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🍎 Caleb - You licking your own fingertips almost always triggers a blush. He feels like an absolute heathen sometimes how something innocent can turn into something oh so very not in his mind. Which meant the first time you did it to him he nearly combusted. And Caleb is the kind of guy who reciprocates (or retaliates). 

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“Pips, I can’t take you anywhere can I?” 

Caleb gave a laugh of sound as he looked across the table at you. A new smokehouse restaurant had opened in Linkon and he’d come down for the weekend to join you. It was the kind of place where the smokey aroma of meats being cooked low and slow, in a pit grill for hours or days at a time, filled the air. Where food was served family style on metal trays lined with checker pint waxed paper. And everything was drenched in a delicious rich, messy sauce.

He’d almost been half-jealous at the way you were devouring the smoked ribs. Questions churning if the smokehouse fare was better than his own braised chicken wings. Yet, when a smudge of sauce streaked against your cheek, he couldn’t help smiling. How could he be jealous when you were so damn cute? And messy. But that meant you were comfortable enough around him to be your authentic self. 

With a click of sound behind his teeth from his tongue, and a half airy laughed exhale, Caleb reached over. Thumb tracked against the smudges of sticky sauce to gather it from your cheek. Swiping away the mess with his digit. He was about to pull away so he could use one of the small wet naps provided by the smokehouse when you parted your lips. Tip of your tongue flicking out against the sauce now coating his thumb pad. Lips parting further to wrap around his thumb.

Caleb absolutely froze like a freeze frame. Sunset hued iris zeroed in at the movement of your mouth against him. The way your lashes fluttered and you gazed back at him from across the table half-lidded. There was a hum of sound when you popped off briefly as if to inspect if he was clean or not yet. His Adam’s apple dipped low as your lips moved against him once more. Tongue working in back and forth swirls against his fingertip. Teeth scraping at the slightly puffed and calloused flesh. 

With a smacked sound of approval you wiped his thumb with a paper towel (that served as the napkins here). Cleaning off any of the saliva you’d left behind. Then dabbed your mouth in the process, looking up at him with that resumed bright eyed countenance. As if you hadn’t just denoted a little bomb in his brain. 

“That was soooo good. We’ll have to do it again.”

“Uh-huh.” was the only sound that filtered back over the table from his direction. 

“Ready to go?” tipping your head you watched him with a playful smile.

“Uh, ahem,” Caleb struggled to find his words “Why dontcha go check that your face is sauce free first, and uh, I’ll handle the check.” 

“M’kay. Meet you out front.”

You patted Caleb’s shoulder as you parted from the table. He still hadn’t even moved a muscle besides to bring his arm back to his side. A few paces away you turned your chin over your shoulder looking back. A smirk creasing broad across your features as you watched Caleb shift, discreetly, uncomfortably, on the bench under the table. Adjusting himself so he’d be able to stand without offending anyone.

You’d won this tease round. 

[niksxtra]

Stripped down, high fashion Snowman. ❄️🩵

did this piece a while ago. had a reference and a vision instantly of Zayne

(maybe influences my want to make him strip in after midnight)

[niksxtra]

My Boy Needs Some Self Love and Control [All Five]

Day 1 in K!nktober with some LADS-centric short fics, mini drabbles, and head canons.

Summary: [Head Canon + Mini Drabbles] How do they love themselves, how do they love you, how do they control it when the want to? wc: 3.7k | est. 500+ per guy

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb, MC (Reader/You)

[ CONTENT WARNINGS | TAGS ]: 18+ [MDNI] masturbation, solo action, self-love, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, orgasm edging, s*x toy, vaginal s*x, penetration, p in v, s*xual overstimulation, fingering, implied blow job, unprotected, shower s*x, creampie. reader afab, fem!anatomy, reader insert, no use of y/n.

cross posted on ao3 - My Boys Has Kinks - 31 days of LaDS Smut

[ Day 1 prompts - Masturbation, Orgasm Control ]

⭐️ Xavier - Xavier is no stranger to seeing to himself. It usually happens most frequently in the early morning. Yes, he’s that guy who wakes up with throbbing, ready, morning wood. In the mornings it is usually a lazy affair. He’ll start slow, teasing the full length of himself tip to base. Working strokes with an underhanded grip. Every drag, every swipe is a long full pull. Always from tip to base, base to tip. Every inch of himself needs attention. He’ll tighten his grip as he gets more worked up, feeling how he catches on the curve of his hand, how the various creases in his palm feel sliding against flesh. Then he’ll miss the way you slide over him. So with a bit of lube, or his own spit, he’ll make it wet. Smear precum along the length and think of you while he does it until he finds his release.

When it comes to orgasm control, he is an active participant and enjoys it. Especially if the orgasms he’s controlling are yours. When you have them, how many. But truly edging you isn’t his style. No, Xavier lives to make you orgasm. It’s his favorite thing. The way you pulse around him, claw at him, scream his name. A beautiful sinful symphony for his ears and his ears alone. He’d rather bleed one orgasm into the next than hold you off. Even while he may be holding himself at bay.

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“Xavier, please!” 

You were practically sobbing, attempting to regather yourself from your last orgasm. Your thighs ached from being spread apart for so long. Tension biting into your hip at the strain. Xavier shifted between you again, the thick head of his cock slamming deep into your overworked pussy. Pressing you full with himself over and over again. Each drag and pull made an echo of wet squelches. The silver haired man bent over you with a rushed and heavy kiss. Tongue thrusting into your mouth as his hips thrusted in unison. Breaking the kiss Xavier nipped at your earlobe.

“Just one more. One more and I’ll give you what you’ve been aching for.” his voice was low and haggard from groaning and grunting.

“I can’t, I’ve lost count already” your breath was hoarse and barely above the sound of his thrusts.

“Mmm, I know you can do it for me bunny. Don’t you feel it already?” Xavier grit with another thrust  “How you’re clenching me” huff “so hard,” huff, huff “so deep?”

Xavier moved his sweat slicked forearms under the back of your supple thighs. With a flex of muscle he’d pushed them up higher, folding lower limbs closer to your jiggling breasts. Slotting himself all the way between you. Pelvises pressed flat together. Instead of thrusting he pushed with every inch of leverage he had. Deeper. Harder. You know anatomy doesn’t work like that, but you were damn sure if he pushed any harder he’d break through your cervix. Feeling him so deep and so overwhelmingly broke you again. Shattering in his arms a mess of high pitched cries, tears, and spasming muscle. As Xavier lowered your legs, his release began, pumping hot pulse after pulse of him inside you. That sensation of overwhelming fullness mingled with the warmth of his come. 

“Fuck.” he cursed softly above you with a kiss, pulling himself out as gently as possible. “How are you so utterly perfect?”

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❄️ Zayne - Of course he masturbates. He’s a doctor after all, he’s had more than one generic health and sex class under his belt in more ways than one. Zayne believes that masturbation is a healthy, normal, physical practice of existence. However, he’s also been known to go without servicing himself for months. Not because there is anything wrong with it, but because he doesn’t always think about it or have the time. So on some occasions he’s rather methodical with how he undertakes the task of self care. Then there are those times he rather enjoys it, and does it solely for his own pleasure and relaxation. After years he knows what he likes and what gets him there with skilled surgeons precision. He has a preference for head play, especially along the ridges of pink puffy flesh, the divot of himself, all the way through the frenulum. As well as quick tight strokes around the inch or so just below.

Zayne is similar to Xavier, maybe even more so to the extreme of controlling his own orgasm. His first goal in bed has always been your absolute pleasure. Ensuring your sexual needs come (literally) be for his own. All of that goes out the window when you decide to be a brat with him. Edging and egging him on. Then it’s your orgasms in the palm of his ice cold control. Like luring a child with sweets and denying them at the last minute for poor behavior. 

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His touch was methodic, clinical, and targeted. A stroke over pressure point here, a ghost of a graze over your buzzingly sensitive clit there. Each body flinch under his practiced hand told him exactly what he already knew. You were aching for it. Desperate for him to give you release. It was his own personal (and pleasurable) confirmation bias, watching you squirm. How you looked up at him with eyes glassy and lust filled. Every time his hand hovered over your sex you’d flinch. It was always a unique sensation, feeling the warmth of him, of his skin, and then biting cold of his evol in the same moment. 

“Fuck, Zayne…touch me. Oh god, touch me already!” your teeth bit around his name and the needy demand.

“You seem to have forgotten your manners again. I didn’t hear a please anywhere in that sentence.” he leaned forward, eyes dark and heavy, mouth a tease along your throat “don’t you know you catch more with honey and sugar than sassy brattiness?”

“Please! Oh god, please, pleasepleaseplease!”  your hands laced through his dampened dark hair.

“Ask again, you forgot something.” His teeth nipped at the column of your throat.

“Doctor Zayne, please. My love, please. My sweet, sexy, snowman, please…” you were clinging to him as he sucked your throat at every word “Please, my darling Zayne, make me come in only the way you can.”

Your mouth fell open as the sudden stretch of his middle and index fingers buried into you with one smooth push. Curling expertly, hard, against that small ultra sensitive patch of skin inside you. Under his touch it wasn’t hard to tell the dexterity and strength of being a cardiac surgeon that coursed through his hands. Every curl of his fingertips elicited a cry of pleasure. A squeal of sharp pitched and unrestrained sound. When the pad of his thumb applied targeted pressure to your engorged clit, it was over. Body immediately surrendered to his touch. Coming undone with the name of your skilled surgeon on your lips.

------------------------------------------------------------ 🐠 Rafayel - Enjoys the tease. Rafayel always has been and always will be proud of his body. Body confidence, yeah, he’s got it in spades. Every inch of him is beautiful right down to his cock(s). He takes his enjoyment of his solo time however he pleases. Sometimes it’s in the bath, sometimes it’s while lounging in bed. Sometimes it’s over a black painted canvas just to see how it splatters when he comes. But, he’s also been known to stroke his cock while deep in thought (especially while soaking in the bathtub). His underside is where he’s most sensitive, so he’ll tease himself with strokes that twist, or use textures, anything that brings sensation along the vein of himself. However, he also has a bad habit of getting distracted. The number of times he’d interrupted himself because of a different stroke of genius was higher than it should have been.

Being edged drives him wild, even if his lips and tongue are adamantly saying otherwise. There’s something about being teased and toyed with by you, being in your control, that Rafayel relishes. Because it’s just another game. He’ll whine and beg for it, while the back of his mind (if cognizant enough) is already formulating how to give it back to you tenfold. Because he will, he always does. Because driving you mad, getting you begging him for your own pleasure release drives him just as fucking wild.

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Rafayel was shuddering as he stood before you. Length of his hardened cock soaked with saliva. Pulled abruptly from your mouth just as he nearly reached the point of no return for the umpteenth time. Jewel hued irises practically swallowed by the black of his pupils. Hazed, glazed, and so drunk on you. A deep groan, as if from the depths of his very soul, (or maybe his balls) ripped from him. Because as you moved to rise you made sure that the wet precum and saliva coated tip of him traced down your body. Arms folded behind his back, tied together with one of his maroon silk neckties. Forehead dropped forward into the crook of your neck as you stood. Rolling your hips against his desperate need slowly, but never letting him in.

“Cutie, you’re being so meeeaaan tonight. What’d I do to deserve such punishment, huh?” his tongue lapped at your soft skin.

“You ditched a planning meeting for the Artist Collaboration exhibit the Modern Art Museum wants to do.”

“Uuugh, they're so boring.” his plush lips were working sucks against your neck and collar “‘sides, I hate collabs. I’m kinda a one man artist, you know.”

“Mm, I see. If you hate collabs so much…then perhaps we should stop this one.” 

You stepped back from his body, making sure not even a hair was touching you. Watching as Rafayel’s gaze flicked wild and untamed up at you. Teeth grit like he wanted to growl at the implication, then his brows twitched, high soft. Shaking his head aggressively side to side, causing the sway of his deep purple silken tresses to frame his face more. Rafayel gave another huff of breath as your body shifted to plop onto one of the barstools behind you. Bare skin making a delicious smack of sound that caused his cock to throb painfully. 

“We’re so clooose to finishing our collab… please, please continue. Just look at me. I’m so swollen I might pop like a water balloon.” 

Another gasp of sound broke his pretty lips as your hand wrapped around the aforementioned swollen length of him. Holding him steady in your grip, tracing his cock head over your thighs, against your clit, and lower. Glazing his head with the slick of you, but nothing more. Rafayel’s bare chest was heaving as he watched you. Cock trembling with need.

“Thomas got them to reschedule. Are you going to go?” you pressed his head at your entrance.

“Yes. I’ll go. I’ll go!” Rafayel moaned as you let his head pop inside.

“And you’ll participate?” you teased your hips forward half an inch then back.

“MMhmm. Promise.” 

“Then prove to me what a good little artist you can be while doing a collaboration.”

When you’d shifted your thigh to his hips, it was all the invitation he needed. Rafayel thrust forward quickly, taking a step with intention. Hips rutted into you fast and deep. Enough that you had to grip the island counter behind you to keep balance. Barstool rocking on the wood floor with every one of his thrusts. Until his face burrowed into the curve of your chest and a string of curses left his lips. His come pumping in heavy and warm into you. Each new rut of his hips, drag of his cock, left a white ring around him. And his pent up release kept going, until it oozed out of you and puddled on the barstool before rolling and dripping to the floor.   ------------------------------------------------------------------

🐦‍⬛ Sylus - Is a man that takes care of himself in more ways than one. So he’s no stranger to masturbation. Just yet another way he keeps himself fit and ready. He’s not fiendish with how frequently he does it, nor does he feel like he needs to. If that feeling rises he’ll satisfy it but he doesn’t need to chase it, especially when he has you. However, when he does indulge himself it can take any number of forms from his own hand to the addition of a toy. He’s always sure to include a different set of twins (that hang between his thighs) in his pleasure. 

You could edge him to the brink of death and he would thank you. Sylus finds the power play between you and him a sexy brand of foreplay. So letting you take control and edge him, or having you beneath him begging for it, tickles just the right part of his brain. A test of his will, of his stamina. Short sessions to marathons of edging, and everything in between are on the table when it comes to Sylus. 

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Your hands gripped onto Sylus’s belt. Not to remove it from him, but to keep yourself upright. Like a lifeline to reality. Hand slid up his torso, grabbing a fistfull of his button down as another vibration shot through you. A delirious cry breaking past your lips. Cheek pressed into his abs as your knees threatened to give out. Lips parted in a choke of air as another buzz tingled between your thighs. Then at Sylus’s large hand stroking along your other cheek, the one not nuzzled into his abs.

“Seems like you’re going to lose our bet, Kitten.” his voice was rich and velvety with a knowing smirk.

“It's, it’s not midnight yet. I can still make it.” you murmured with a hiss of breath in.

Knees knocked together as you attempted to stand taller. You were one of the best up and coming Hunters in the Association. Pride was on the line. There was no way you were going to let yourself be bested by the smirking, devilishly handsome, gleaming red-eyed Leader of Onichinus. Using his shirt like a climbing rope you pulled yourself upright again. You’d made it nearly twelve hours without begging him to let you come. 

All you had to do was make it 17 minutes more. 

17 minutes and the handsome devil of a secret boyfriend, would be at your mercy for an entire weekend. No distractions. No interruptions. Just you and him and your imagination. You already had it all planned out. A Spa day full of pampering, followed by a chick-flick marathon. Gorging on cheap, greasy, street vendor take-out food. And a remote controlled vibrating cock-ring for twelve hours of payback. With a stumble you pushed away and tried to walk towards his bed. Every step a reminder of the toy he controlled inside of you. Yelp left your lips as he gave a prolonged press at a higher intensity. 

“Trying to cheat?” you hissed, as hands landed on the soft bedding.

“The only rules were I wasn’t allowed to kiss you, or to physically add additional stimulation. We said nothing about duration or intensity.”

“Bastard.” you groaned crawling on the bed. Now just 15 more minutes to go. 

“Now who’s trying to cheat?” Sylus cooed as he took easy strides toward the bed.

You were stripping, layer by layer, out of your clothing. Yet another distraction to the swirling need deep within you. Panties were the last to go, drenched and soaked through completely. Even before you’d taken them off, Sylus could practically see right through them. His swallow was audible in the silence. A silence he broke with another long press of the remote. Simply so he could watch you writhe on the bed for him. How many times had he pushed you just close enough? His own cock throbbed with need. Crimson sights were hungry as he leaned over you, hands braced on either side of your now naked body.

“9 minuets, and you’re still stubbornly holding on. You can’t wait for it, can you, sweetie? That moment I yank that toy out and drive my cock into you instead.”

“Sylus…” you moaned with an arch.

If the toy didn’t do you in, his words would. Every muscle in your body hummed for release. Screamed for it. But every moment he was this close to you, your resolve cracked. Little by little it started to fray. Hips canted up out of reaction to the slip in your thoughts. Each minute dragged by slower than the next. In another attempt to distract yourself you clawed at the fabric of his clothes, getting him to strip down to nothing alongside you. Eyes pinched tight as another vibration rocked your body and continued. Building you right up to the very edge. It was going to break you.

“Sylus I need you!” you finally cried out, hands clutching for dear life on his comforter. 

“3, 2, 1…” Sylus descended on you like a man on a mission. 

Three hard thrusts and you let go. Everything. Coming so hard you squirted a sharp stream of discharge. Soaking his abs, his thighs, his cock. Puddling over the bedsheets and floor as each subsequent thrust brought another push of fluid. Now that he’d begun, there was no stopping him. You may have won the bet, but your body was going to pay the price all night long as well and you couldn’t give a shit. As long as he was in your arms, and pressed into you, it didn’t matter. Just him.  -------------------------------------------------- 🍎 Caleb - Started masturbating when he was a teenager. He needed some way to vent out all of that extra pent up energy and pining. Getting himself off to thoughts of you more often than not. After losing his arm in the explosion, Caleb learned how to go lefty and now switches between them. When he wants to feel more, be more connected to the self-loving, self-care, he’ll use his left hand. If he just needs to blow some stem, stress, or work something out his right hand does the trick. To be honest, Caleb probably defaults to his dominate hand more often than not, even with it being cybernetic and unfeeling. Tugs and tight thrusts that smack all the way down to his base get him revved up. Tight mostly because of how frequently he thought of how tight you’d be wrapped around him. 

Orgasm Control is a game neither of you can win and yet constantly try to best each other at. Edging each other until your broken messes. The first time he’d done it on accident, but watching how you squirmed for it, for him, it set off a mini bomb in his brain. So yes, controlling when you come for him is something he enjoys bringing into your sex life. After all, hasn’t the past near two decades been nothing but one long ass tease?

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“Caleb! Don’t you dare stop.” your arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly.

“Really, pips, you think I would do such a thing?” his voice may have been that boyish tease, but his eyes were anything but. “I’m just tryna help you relax, remember.”

When you’d got to Caleb’s, you were exhausted, frustrated, and ready to pick a fight. A fight that really didn’t mean anything but a means to blow off steam. Work had been a nightmare with meetings instead of wanderer fights, and a pile of paperwork being pawned off on you last minute. Only Caleb hadn’t been baited into your ploy. Instead he’d offered to help you relax and blow off steam another way. Which is how you found yourself in his shower. Thigh pressed high up against the tile wall, pussy wrapped around his cock. Frustration building again as he teased you. He’d lured you to the edge and pulled you right back. Acting innocent and sweet as he kissed you. 

Each kiss was a slow and deliberate distraction to what he was doing. How he hadn’t stopped but he’d slowed to a snail's pace. Letting his cock drag through you inch by thick, girthy, inch. Then he’d push deep all the way with one quick thrust just to make you give that hiccup of sound against his lips. You wanted to come, badly. But you couldn’t deny how impossibly good it felt. How his broad hand at your hip was warm, but tight. Grounding you and claiming you almost possessively as his. Using that leverage to pull you down on his throbbing length. Seating himself deeply once again. Tension coiled low in your belly. The need for him, the need for friction, clawing at your wet skin. 

“Caleb, stop teasing me!” you bit against his lips.

“Ouch.” he huffed playfully against your mouth “‘s that what you think I’m doin’? Uh-huh, I’m the one providing the treatment and this is part of that process.”

Caleb had stopped you from trying to grind against him. Every shimmy of your hips quelled by his controlled touch. Whimpers broke from deep behind your tongue for him as he drove himself harder into you, but still as maddeningly slow as before. So in a change of tactics, you lifted your other foot quickly off the wet soaked surface of the tile floor. Caleb’s body adjusted quickly to the sudden imbalance. Catching you with his evol. Dark violet eyes looked down at you through water soaked bangs of brown.

“My, aren’t we impatient. Seems like we’ll have to move into the more intensive session of your relaxation.”

Air punched from your lungs as your back hit the tile wall with a thud. Both of Caleb’s hands now gripping into the supple flesh of your hips. His gravity evol keeping you elevated as he positioned you over his cock once more. Searing bliss erupted through you as he drove himself in hard and fast. Filling you with every inch of his long, thick, throbbing cock. Wet on wet slapping sounds from him thrusting into you, and your shoulder against the wet tile, echoed in the bathroom. Release boiled to a fever pitch as you clawed at his back. You realized then, Caleb’s teasing of you, edging you on, had been an edging of himself as well.

“Is this what you wanted, some deep, penetrative pressure?”

“Fuck, Caleb!” you moaned again, head tipping back “Yes, yes, fuck, yes don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop, I'm gonna come.” 

“Then come, show me how much you enjoy my relaxation methods” he grunted until you screamed out his name and soaked his cock with your orgasm.