so6ncie

[so6ncie]

Thank you for the "what would you do if I disappeared?" imagines! I loved them! Keep up great job! <3

thank youu so much omgg, you're so sweet! i loved your request btw, hehe my inbox is always open to your great ideas <3 you're so sweet

[so6ncie]

Hello! May I ask Love and deepspace love interests reacting to when their s/o asks them (out of pure curiosity) "What would you do if I disappeared?" (angst/fluff maybe?)

── 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑 ! asking the love and deepspace boys: "what would you do if i disappeared?"

❀ a single question—“what would you do if i disappeared?”—shatters the air, pulling out raw confessions of fear, desperation, and unspoken love. what begins as a careless curiosity turns into a flood of promises, possessive vows, and quiet reassurances. behind sharp words and aching vulnerability lies the truth they can’t deny: losing you isn’t an option, because their world only exists with you in it. content. angst, fluff, possessive love, protective behavior, vulnerable confessions, fear of abandonment, comfort after angst, emotional intensity, clinginess, soft reassurance final notes. 925 words / thank you for requesting <3 honestly i had to pull out the boys' vulnerable sides. anyway this was so sweet to proofread and write. i hope you enjoy it and it's up to your standards. thank you angel

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 He freezes the second you ask, his sharp eyes narrowing like you just ripped the air out of his lungs. “Don’t joke about that,” he says quietly, voice rough. His hand instinctively finds yours, squeezing tightly. “If you disappeared, I’d tear this world apart to find you. No one could stop me. I’d burn everything down if that’s what it takes.” When he finally looks back at you, there’s a rare flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. “…So don’t you dare leave me.” Then he softens, pulling you into his lap and burying his face against your neck. “You have no idea how much you matter to me. You’re the only calm I’ve ever known. So promise me you’ll stay. Let me protect you, even from yourself if I have to.” His arms tighten around you, strong and grounding, as though he’s terrified you’ll vanish if he lets go.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 A low laugh slips from him, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He tips his head back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “If you disappeared? I’d probably go insane,” he admits with a smirk that doesn’t hide the crack in his voice. “You think I’d let you slip away just like that? Not a chance.” He leans closer, voice dropping. “Even if you vanish, I’ll track you down. Wherever you go, whatever it takes—I’ll find you.” Then he exhales slowly, brushing his knuckles down your cheek with surprising tenderness. “But… I’d rather not imagine it at all. Because the truth is, I like it when you’re here with me. No running, no hiding, just us.” He presses a kiss to your temple, whispering, “You drive me crazy—but I’d rather go crazy with you beside me than without you.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 The question makes him go very still, his delicate features shadowed by something unreadable. “Disappeared…” he echoes softly, as though testing the word. His lips curve into a sad smile, but his eyes are glassy. “I wouldn’t survive it. Not really. The world would keep turning, people would keep breathing, but I’d be a hollow shell.” He cups your cheek tenderly, leaning his forehead against yours. “Don’t disappear on me. I’ve already lost too much beauty in this life—I can’t lose you too.” His hands tremble slightly as he pulls you closer, as though reassuring himself you’re still there. “You’ve made me believe in warmth again, in color… in something worth keeping.” He kisses your forehead, soft and reverent. “Stay with me. Even if I act like a fool, even if I fall apart sometimes. Just… don’t vanish. I don’t know how to exist without you anymore.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 He scoffs at first, crossing his arms over his chest like he’s brushing the question off. “What kind of dumb thing is that to ask?” he mutters, but his jaw is tight. After a pause, his shoulders drop and he looks at you with raw honesty. “If you disappeared, I’d lose my mind. I’d tear the city apart with my bare hands, hunt through every shadow. I’m not strong without you—don’t make me prove it.” He reaches out, pulling you against his chest. “You’re stuck with me, got it?” His grip on you eases as he buries his face in your hair. “I’m not good with words, but… you’re my home. The only place I actually want to return to at the end of the day.” His voice rumbles low, almost like a confession he doesn’t want you to hear. “So don’t you dare disappear, because I need you more than I’ll ever admit out loud.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 At first, he just smirks, but his golden eyes betray a flicker of unease. “If you disappeared, hm? I suppose I’d have no choice but to follow you into the void itself.” His words are smooth, but his hand tightens around your wrist possessively. “Don’t mistake my calm—I’d tear through dimensions, devour gods if I had to. There is no existence for me without you in it.” He kisses your knuckles slowly, lingering as though trying to anchor you to him. “…So never speak of disappearing again, little one.” Then his voice softens, low and honey-sweet. “Because I can’t imagine waking up to a world where you don’t exist.” He leans closer, brushing his lips across your ear. “You’ve woven yourself into me, body and soul. Whether you like it or not, you’re mine—and I am yours.” His arms wrap around you like a serpent coiling its treasure, not suffocating but protective, desperate to keep you near.

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here >

[so6ncie]

I'm going all in with the "my towel just 'accidently' fell off my body" (right after a shower) and they just so happened to be there to see your full naked body, turning them on for the nth time ☺️. Basically mc just being a flirt with them and they take it to the next level tehe..

── 𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐒, 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! purposely flashing the love and deepspace boys

❀ after a shower, you let your towel “accidentally” slip to the floor, deliberately exposing yourself to the one person who just so happened to be in the room. what started as playful teasing quickly spirals into something far more intense — lips clashing, hands exploring, and clothes discarded. a night of passionate sex that blurs the line between punishment and pleasure. what began as a flirtatious game turns into a night of overwhelming lust neither of you could resist. content. fem!reader, post-shower teasing, “accidental” towel drop, voyeurism-ish, multiple orgasms, messy cumplay, overstimulation, heated aftercare, final notes. 1243 words / thank you for requesting <3 this was so so fun to write lmaaaoooo, mc bein mischievous- smart. anyway hope this was up to your expectationss loveya baby

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 Steam clung to your skin as you walked into the bedroom, towel hanging loose around your body. Sylus looked up from his phone, his sharp gaze locking on you immediately. The towel slipped—whether by accident or design—and hit the floor with a soft thud.

For a beat, silence hung heavy in the air. Then his lips curved into a dark smirk. “That wasn’t an accident.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Maybe it was.”

Sylus’s patience shattered. In two long strides, he had you pinned against the wall, his broad frame towering over you. His rough palms slid over your damp skin, fingers digging into your hips like he was branding you. He leaned down, lips grazing your ear. “You’re begging to be ruined, sweetheart.”

His mouth descended on yours, hot and demanding, swallowing your gasp as his hand slid down between your thighs. Two fingers pressed against your folds, teasing the slick that had already gathered there. “Fuck, you’re wet already? From dropping a towel?” His voice was a low growl, vibrating against your lips.

You whimpered, arching against his touch. “Sylus—”

“Say it properly.” He circled your clit slowly, deliberately, until your legs trembled. “Beg.”

“Please… please, Sylus,” you breathed, desperation cracking your voice.

That was enough. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed. He laid you down but didn’t give you a chance to adjust—his cock pressed against your entrance, hard and heavy. The moment he pushed inside, you cried out at the stretch, his thickness filling you to the brim.

“Fuck,” Sylus hissed, burying himself to the hilt. “So tight around me. Like your body was made for this.”

He set a brutal pace, hips slamming against yours, each thrust deep and precise. The head of his cock dragged perfectly against your sweet spot, stealing moans you couldn’t hold back. His hand pinned your wrists above your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you open for him.

Every movement screamed possession. His teeth grazed your neck, biting just enough to leave marks, while his breath came hot and ragged against your skin. “Mine,” he growled, pounding harder as if to drive the word into your body. “You understand? No one else gets to see you like this.”

The coil in your stomach tightened fast, his relentless rhythm building your climax until you were shaking under him. “Sylus—I’m—”

“Cum for me,” he ordered, voice sharp, and you obeyed. The orgasm tore through you, clenching tight around him as you cried out his name.

He didn’t slow—if anything, the squeeze of your walls made him rougher, chasing his own release. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a shudder. He held you there, cock pulsing as he filled you, refusing to let a drop escape.

Collapsing against you, he pressed his forehead to yours, smirk tugging at his lips. “Next time you think about teasing me like that, remember—” his hips gave one last slow thrust, making you whimper, “—you’ll always end up flat on your back.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 Steam trailed behind you as you stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped loosely around your shoulders. Xavier was sitting at the desk, flipping through notes, but the moment you let the towel “slip,” his head whipped around.

It hit the floor, leaving you gloriously bare.

Xavier froze, eyes wide, face turning crimson as he fumbled with his glasses. “W-wait—your towel—!”

You smirked, leaning against the doorframe like it was nothing. “Oops. Guess it slipped.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, gaze darting over your body before he forced himself to look away. “You can’t just—God, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” His voice cracked with tension, his knuckles white as he gripped the desk.

You padded over to him, straddling his lap before he could protest. The heat radiating off his body betrayed him—he was already hard beneath you. “Why don’t you tell me?” you teased, brushing your lips against his jaw.

That broke him. He groaned, hands grabbing your hips, pulling you flush against him. “You’re evil,” he whispered hoarsely, crashing his mouth against yours. The kiss was messy, desperate, his tongue sliding against yours like he’d been starving for it.

You ground against him, feeling the bulge straining his pants, and he shuddered beneath you. “Fuck, I can’t… I can’t hold back when you do this.” His hands roamed your body—hesitant at first, then bolder—palming your breasts, fingers tugging at your nipples until you moaned into his mouth.

He stood abruptly, lifting you in his arms, and carried you to the bed. His movements were clumsy but driven by sheer need. He laid you down, lips never leaving yours as he fumbled his pants open with one hand.

When he finally freed himself, he groaned in relief, his cock heavy and leaking against your thigh. He rubbed the tip against your entrance, coating himself in your slick, before sliding in slowly. You gasped at the stretch, nails digging into his back.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathed, face buried in your neck. “So warm… so tight around me.”

He started moving, hips snapping against yours in a rhythm that was fast, desperate, almost frantic. Every thrust made you cry out, the head of his cock hitting deep inside you, over and over. His hands held your waist like he was afraid you’d slip away, anchoring himself in the heat of your body.

Your moans only spurred him on, his lips finding your collarbone, biting and sucking marks into your skin. “Say my name,” he begged, voice breaking. “I want to hear you—want to know I’m the only one making you feel like this.”

“Xavier!” you cried out, back arching as pleasure built hot and fast in your belly.

His pace stuttered when your walls clenched around him, and he gasped, fucking you harder as you came undone beneath him. Your climax ripped through you, trembling and clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

The sensation dragged him over the edge, his thrusts turning erratic as he spilled inside you with a broken moan. He collapsed onto you, chest heaving, arms wrapping tightly around your body like he couldn’t let go.

After a long moment, he pressed a shaky kiss to your lips, cheeks still flushed. “You… you’ll kill me one day if you keep pulling stunts like that,” he whispered breathlessly, but the smile tugging at his mouth betrayed how much he loved it.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 The sound of running water stopped, and a few minutes later you stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped loosely around you. Rafayel was lounging on the couch, sketchbook in hand, eyes lazily flicking up at you.

When the towel “slipped” to the floor, his gaze sharpened immediately, lingering on your bare skin.

You smirked. “Oops. Guess I should be more careful.”

His lips curled into that knowing, arrogant smile you both loved and hated. “Careful? Darling, you’re never careful with me. You like tempting the wolf, don’t you?”

You shrugged innocently, but the flush in your cheeks gave you away. “Maybe I just wanted your attention.”

He set the sketchbook aside, rising from the couch with unhurried grace, like a predator savoring the moment before pouncing. His eyes devoured you, head tilted as if admiring a masterpiece. “Attention, hm? You’ve got all of it.” He stalked closer, fingertips grazing your damp skin. “Now… what are you planning to do with it?”

Before you could answer, he spun you around, pressing you against the wall. His chest was firm against your back, his breath hot at your ear. “Such a naughty little girl. Dropping your towel, standing here naked, dripping from your shower… You want me hard, desperate, losing control, don’t you?”

You whimpered as his hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your folds. He chuckled darkly when he found you slick. “Already wet? You really are shameless.”

“Rafayel…” you breathed, hips rolling against his hand.

“Say it slower,” he teased, sliding two fingers inside you without warning. The stretch made you moan, walls clenching around his digits as he pumped them slowly, deliberately. His thumb brushed your clit, lazy circles that drove you mad with want.

He pulled his fingers free, sucking them into his mouth with a groan. “Sweet. Addicting. But I want more.”

In one swift motion, he bent you over the arm of the couch, pushing your legs apart. You gasped, body arching as he pressed his cock against your entrance, thick and already throbbing.

“Beg me,” he murmured, teasing you with shallow thrusts, just the tip slipping inside before pulling out again.

“Please, Rafayel,” you whined, pushing back against him. “I need you—inside me.”

He rewarded you by slamming in to the hilt, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, watching your body swallow him whole. “So tight, clinging to me like you’ll never let go.”

His pace was ruthless, thrusts deep and sharp, making the couch creak beneath you. Each snap of his hips sent sparks through your veins, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you. His hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss along your jaw, biting just enough to leave marks.

“You love it,” he taunted, his voice a mix of mockery and heat. “Being fucked like this, bent over, dripping for me. Say it.”

“I love it,” you cried out, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity.

“That’s my good little muse,” he praised, fingers sliding down to toy with your clit as he pounded into you. Your body tensed, climax approaching fast, and he smirked against your skin. “Cum for me. Let me see how gorgeous you look falling apart.”

Your orgasm tore through you, walls tightening around him, squeezing his cock as you screamed his name. Rafayel groaned, hips stuttering as the sensation dragged him over the edge too. He buried himself deep, spilling hot inside you with a shudder.

When he finally pulled out, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, still smirking. “Next time you want my attention,” he murmured, slipping a finger between your folds to push his cum back in, “just ask. Or better yet… drop your towel again.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 You stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around your damp skin, a towel clinging precariously to your body. Zayne was in the bedroom, organizing his gear, but the moment he saw you, his sharp eyes softened, then immediately darkened when the towel slipped to the floor.

You pretended to fumble. “Oops…”

His jaw clenched. He froze, chest rising and falling harder than before, like he was trying to restrain himself. But then you smiled, deliberately unbothered by your nakedness. That was all it took.

Zayne’s composure snapped. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” His voice was gravelly, low.

You tilted your head innocently. “I dropped my towel.”

A growl rumbled from his chest as he closed the distance, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. “No. You baited me.”

Before you could tease him again, he shoved you back onto the bed, climbing over you with a predator’s hunger in his eyes. His mouth crashed onto yours, rough and demanding, his tongue dominating yours as if he needed to claim every inch of you.

“You think I can just sit still after seeing this?” he growled, dragging his hands down your body, nails grazing your damp skin. He cupped your breast, squeezing until you gasped, then shoved your thighs apart, pressing his cock against your slit.

“Zayne—” you whispered, already trembling.

“Mine,” he snarled, sliding in with one brutal thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. You screamed his name, clutching at his shoulders as he filled you completely, his cock stretching you deliciously wide.

He didn’t give you time to adjust. His hips slammed into you again, and again, fast and merciless, the bed creaking under his force. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but enough to make your pulse race under his palm. “Don’t ever tease me like that again—unless you’re ready for this.”

Every thrust hit deep, raw and primal, like he was trying to fuck the lesson into you. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mingling with your moans and his ragged breaths. His free hand gripped your thigh, forcing your legs wider so he could pound into you harder.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, biting hard enough to leave marks. “So wet, so perfect—taking me like you were made for me.”

You could barely form words, only desperate whimpers spilling from your lips. The knot in your stomach coiled tight, pleasure building fast under his relentless pace.

He felt it—your walls fluttering around him, clenching tighter. “Cum,” he ordered, thrusts growing erratic. “Now. I want to feel you lose it.”

Your orgasm ripped through you, back arching, nails digging into his back as you cried his name. The pulsing squeeze of your release dragged Zayne over the edge too. With a guttural groan, he slammed in deep one last time, spilling inside you, his cock twitching as he filled you to the brim.

He didn’t move, still buried inside you, panting against your neck. His grip softened, his forehead pressed to yours. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, voice still rough but tinged with affection. “But you’re my trouble.”

Then his hips gave a slow, teasing roll, making you whimper all over again. “And don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 Steam still clung to your skin as you stepped out of the shower, towel draped loosely around your frame. Caleb was lounging on the couch near the window, scrolling through a datapad, relaxed as always. But his eyes flicked up at the sound of your footsteps, and the second your towel “slipped” and fell, he froze.

You smirked. “Oops. Clumsy me.”

Caleb inhaled sharply, knuckles whitening around the datapad. He set it down slowly, carefully, like he was fighting the urge to leap across the room. “You think that’s funny?” His voice was low, dangerously even.

You turned just enough for the light to catch your damp curves. “Maybe.”

That broke his composure. In a few strides, he was in front of you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. “You’re playing with fire, darling.”

“Am I?” you teased, brushing your lips near his jaw.

His eyes darkened, and with a rough growl, he swept you into his arms and carried you straight to the bed. He set you down hard, pinning your wrists above your head in one hand as his mouth devoured yours in a hungry, claiming kiss.

“You test me like this…” he murmured against your lips, “…and I can’t stay a gentleman.”

You gasped as he slid two fingers down between your thighs, finding you already slick. His smile turned wolfish. “So ready for me… all from a little stunt?”

Without waiting, he freed himself, cock heavy and throbbing as he aligned with your entrance. The stretch was slow but deliberate as he pushed inside, filling you inch by inch until you moaned helplessly beneath him.

“God, you feel incredible,” Caleb groaned, burying his face against your neck. He began to move, thrusts steady and powerful, each stroke hitting deep, perfectly angled to make you writhe.

He kept your wrists pinned, his control absolute, while his free hand roamed your body — squeezing your breasts, tracing the lines of your waist, gripping your thigh to spread you open wider.

Your moans grew louder, and he chuckled darkly against your skin. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let everyone hear who you belong to.”

His pace quickened, hips snapping harder, his composure unraveling as he lost himself in you. The head of his cock hit that sweet spot with every thrust, making your vision blur with pleasure.

“Caleb, I—” you gasped, legs trembling.

“Cum for me,” he growled, grinding deep inside you. “Right now.”

Your orgasm hit hard, clenching around him as you cried out his name. The pulsing squeeze of your release dragged him over the edge too, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, spilling hot inside you with a groan.

He collapsed against you, still inside, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw as you trembled beneath him. His grip finally loosened on your wrists, replacing it with soft caresses.

“You’re reckless,” he murmured, kissing your cheek tenderly even as his cock twitched inside you. “But I’ll always match your recklessness with fire of my own.”

And with the way his hips rolled again, slow and deliberate, you knew round two was coming.

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here >

[so6ncie]

lmao this is my fav reblog so far

thank you baby!

── (your) birthday sex with 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒.

The soft fabric clung to your skin like a second layer, the lace hugging every curve as you adjusted the straps nervously in the mirror. It wasn’t just any night—it was your birthday. And instead of a cake or party, all you wanted was Sylus.

When the door creaked open, you turned, lips parting with a smile. “Surprise,” you breathed, standing there in sheer lingerie that left little to the imagination.

Sylus froze in the doorway, his usual calm composure fracturing in an instant. His golden eyes raked over you, sharp and hungry, his jaw tightening as his chest rose with a deep breath. Then, a smirk. Dangerous. Dark. “You really thought I’d let you wear this and not fuck you senseless?”

You shivered, the sound of his voice alone dripping with promise. He crossed the room in a few strides, hands sliding down your waist before gripping the lace and tugging it up just enough to expose the swell of your thighs. “Fuck… you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your neck, biting just hard enough to make you whimper. “You’re mine tonight. Only mine.”

The next thing you knew, he’d thrown you onto the bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin. He crawled over you, looming, one hand gripping your jaw to force your eyes up at him. “Birthday girl, huh?” His cock pressed against your lace-covered core, hard and throbbing. “Then I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

The lace tore under his hands, ripped aside in his impatience. You gasped as he slid inside you in one deep, punishing thrust, your body stretching to take him. “Sylus!” you cried, nails clawing at his shoulders.

“Yeah, scream my name,” he growled, setting a brutal rhythm that left no room for escape. Every snap of his hips had you moaning louder, the ruined lingerie still clinging to your body like a reminder of how he was claiming you. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You look like a fucking gift… all wrapped up for me to tear apart.”

Your body trembled, every thrust dragging across that sweet spot inside you until you were on the verge of breaking. Sylus smirked when he felt you tighten around him, his thumb sliding down to rub your clit in tight, ruthless circles. “Cum for me. Right now. Make it the best birthday you’ve ever had.”

Your orgasm hit like fire, your body clenching desperately around his cock, cries spilling out uncontrollably. Sylus groaned, hips slamming harder, chasing his release until he buried himself deep with a guttural moan. He didn’t pull out—he stayed buried in you, grinding lazily as he caught your lips in a messy, claiming kiss.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice rough but tender. “Every year, every day, every moment—you belong to me. And I’ll keep fucking you until you forget everything but that.”

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here >

just a small drabble thought in my head, lmao ... i'll get to y'alls requests sooonn promise

[so6ncie]

Hi! Are your requests open? If so, are there any rules we should know about? :3

hello, yes my requests are always open! i don't really have any rules for requests, but if i have to go in specifics:

for nsfw - any other bodily substance play like blood/scat/piss/etc. - race play - age play - trauma play - pedophilia, necrophilia, zoophilia, coprophilia, urophilia, hematolagnia, vomitophilia (emetophilia) - pregnancy - m!reader ( includes m!character x m!character ) - character x character ( character x reader x character is ok! )

general rules - you can request any fandom honestly. i can dedicate some time to research the characters and plots ( and i wanna know more animes and characters ) - my writing is not limited to anime- you can request characters from movies/series such as marvel, twilight, hunger games etc. - be specific with your request pls! i don't wanna accidentally write a completely different plot based on what crumbs you gave me hahaha - i will only write for f!reader, since it would just feel weird to write for m!reader in my experience. - you can also state what you wouldn't want in your request so i know what to avoid including. it's completely fine by me - I ALSO WRITE FLUFF AND ANGST! this blog is open to any genre so request anything you wanna see. it is not limited to smut

that is all! thank you so much for asking this honestly <3 i'll make a more organized master post for this blog i promise lmaolmao

[so6ncie]

request rules here guys ik my blog is messy ------- bear w it for a while pls pls pls... i wanna release as much as i can before i put out my pinned post so it gets traction!!!

but thank you guys so much for all of the love so far! i am very very happy. love y'all mwa mwa mwa - cie

[so6ncie]

Hi i'm not sure if you write for jujutsu kaisen but...

Can I request a fic about Dorm mate! Gojo smut where they both start as enemies like they hate each other for using each other's stuff and it ends in terrible hate sex and even after all of that they won't confess their very obvious love for each other?

If it's a too specific it's completely ok to tweak some parts. Thank you in advance

your new 🔑 (key) anon <3

── 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 with dorm mate gojo satoru

❀ gojo satoru was never meant to touch you. you were never meant to hate him this much. but dorm walls are thin, tempers are thinner, and hate was never enough to keep his hands off you. content. fem!reader, dormmate!au, enemies to lovers (but only the enemies part admitted), wall sex, semi-public (thin dorm walls), choking, cumplay, multiple orgasms, hate-fueled tension, unresolved feelings, denial of love, no fluff, messy aftercare (if you can call it that), still pretending to hate each other afterwards final notes. 2,846 words / thank you nonnie for this request! welcome welcome to the famileeee- this was soooo fun to write. i just think this would be accurate if me and gojo were dorm mates lmao.

gojo satoru was the worst dorm mate you could have possibly ended up with. every single day was a new fight, and somehow, he always managed to push you to the edge of madness. he left his wet towel on the floor, stole your snacks even when your name was written in thick black marker, and had an infuriating habit of blasting his music while you were trying to sleep.

it didn’t help that he always looked so smug about it, tall and lean and infuriatingly good-looking, sprawled out on the couch or sitting on the counter like he owned the place. you’d come home tired and grumpy only to find him eating your leftovers with a spoon straight out of the tub.

“seriously, gojo?” you’d snapped one night, glaring at the empty container in the trash. he only grinned around a mouthful of rice. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you pointed at the evidence in his hand. “you’re literally eating it.” he tilted his head with that infuriating grin. “correction, i was. now it’s just ice cream. totally different.” you’d slammed the fridge shut so hard the bottles rattled, storming off while his laugh followed you down the hall.

it was always like this—petty arguments, constant bickering, and the unbearable heat of his attention always on you. he knew you hated it, knew you hated him, but he thrived on getting under your skin.

the worst part was how smug he was about it. every time you snapped, he only smirked wider, lowering his blindfold just enough to let you catch the glint in his cerulean eyes. “cute when you’re mad,” he’d murmur, like he was daring you to lose it completely. and maybe it was because he was so damn good-looking, all sharp angles and lean muscle, or maybe it was because he knew exactly how to get under your skin, but the tension between you two always burned hotter than it should.

things finally boiled over when you came back from training one night, sore and sweaty and ready for nothing but a shower and your bed—only to find gojo stretched across it like he owned the place. your bed. he was fresh from the shower, still damp, only a towel around his hips, leaving little to the imagination. water dripped onto your blanket as he sprawled back, long legs taking up all the space. “gojo,” you growled, slamming your bag down.

“get the hell off.” he yawned, like he hadn’t heard you, before burying his face in your pillow with exaggerated bliss. “mm, smells nice. smells like you.” that mocking grin curled across his lips when you stomped over, yanking at the blanket. instead of moving, he caught your wrist, tugging you down hard so you landed on his chest with a startled noise. he was warm, damp skin slick against yours, his towel slipping dangerously low.

“get off,” you snapped, shoving against him.

“make me,” he shot back, and that was the final spark.

your mouth crashed into his before you realized what you were doing, all teeth and anger and hunger. he kissed you back immediately, hand sliding up the back of your neck to tangle in your hair, forcing you down harder. your teeth clashed, tongues fighting for dominance, the kiss messy and furious and addictive. your hands clawed at his bare chest, leaving angry red marks, and he groaned into your mouth like he liked the sting.

clothes disappeared in a frenzy. your shirt was tugged over your head, his towel ripped away, your pants shoved down without care. he rolled you beneath him for a moment, grinding his cock against your thigh with a shameless groan, then you shoved back, flipping him so you straddled his hips, sinking down on him in one rough movement that tore a curse from his throat.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “god, i knew you were dying for it.”

“shut up,” you hissed, slamming yourself down harder. his laugh was breathless, strangled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as you rode him. his hands moved greedily, one gripping your ass to help guide your movements, the other sliding up your spine and burying into your hair. “you hate me, huh?” he panted against your ear, thrusting up into you with every roll of your hips. “then why are you dripping all over me?”

“i hate you,” you gasped, but your body betrayed you, clenching tight around him, making him groan. his grin was cocky, dangerous. “yeah? say it again while you’re squeezing me like this.”

the pace grew brutal, both of you trying to overpower the other. you clawed down his chest, dragged his head down to bite his lip, moaning against his mouth even as you refused to give in. he flipped you in an instant, pinning you beneath him, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you so hard the bedframe creaked against the wall. his hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing, just holding you in place as his pace grew faster, harder, deeper, until you were arching off the mattress.

“say you want me,” he demanded, sweat dripping down his temple as his thrusts slammed into you with merciless rhythm.

“never,” you gasped, nails digging into his arms, but he only grinned like he’d been waiting for that answer.

“then i’ll fuck it out of you,” he growled, and his hips snapped into you so hard your vision blurred. your orgasm ripped through you, sharp and sudden, your body trembling beneath him as you moaned his name despite yourself. he groaned in triumph, fucking you through it before spilling inside you with one final, deep thrust, panting hard as he collapsed over you.

for a long moment, the room was filled only with the sound of ragged breathing, the faint creak of the abused bedframe, the heat of his body pressed against yours. then, slowly, he leaned back, smirk still plastered across his lips. “well,” he said lazily, “that clears up the tension.”

you shoved weakly at his shoulder, still catching your breath. “i still hate you.”

“sure you do.” he reached out to flick your nose, grin widening when you glared at him with flushed cheeks. “can’t wait to piss you off again tomorrow.”

and you hated him for it. hated him for the smirk, for the smug confidence, for the way he’d just ruined you and still acted like he owned the room. you hated him for being right. and most of all, you hated how badly you already wanted to do it again.

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here >

[so6ncie]

── (your) birthday sex with 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒.

The soft fabric clung to your skin like a second layer, the lace hugging every curve as you adjusted the straps nervously in the mirror. It wasn’t just any night—it was your birthday. And instead of a cake or party, all you wanted was Sylus.

When the door creaked open, you turned, lips parting with a smile. “Surprise,” you breathed, standing there in sheer lingerie that left little to the imagination.

Sylus froze in the doorway, his usual calm composure fracturing in an instant. His golden eyes raked over you, sharp and hungry, his jaw tightening as his chest rose with a deep breath. Then, a smirk. Dangerous. Dark. “You really thought I’d let you wear this and not fuck you senseless?”

You shivered, the sound of his voice alone dripping with promise. He crossed the room in a few strides, hands sliding down your waist before gripping the lace and tugging it up just enough to expose the swell of your thighs. “Fuck… you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your neck, biting just hard enough to make you whimper. “You’re mine tonight. Only mine.”

The next thing you knew, he’d thrown you onto the bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin. He crawled over you, looming, one hand gripping your jaw to force your eyes up at him. “Birthday girl, huh?” His cock pressed against your lace-covered core, hard and throbbing. “Then I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

The lace tore under his hands, ripped aside in his impatience. You gasped as he slid inside you in one deep, punishing thrust, your body stretching to take him. “Sylus!” you cried, nails clawing at his shoulders.

“Yeah, scream my name,” he growled, setting a brutal rhythm that left no room for escape. Every snap of his hips had you moaning louder, the ruined lingerie still clinging to your body like a reminder of how he was claiming you. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You look like a fucking gift… all wrapped up for me to tear apart.”

Your body trembled, every thrust dragging across that sweet spot inside you until you were on the verge of breaking. Sylus smirked when he felt you tighten around him, his thumb sliding down to rub your clit in tight, ruthless circles. “Cum for me. Right now. Make it the best birthday you’ve ever had.”

Your orgasm hit like fire, your body clenching desperately around his cock, cries spilling out uncontrollably. Sylus groaned, hips slamming harder, chasing his release until he buried himself deep with a guttural moan. He didn’t pull out—he stayed buried in you, grinding lazily as he caught your lips in a messy, claiming kiss.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice rough but tender. “Every year, every day, every moment—you belong to me. And I’ll keep fucking you until you forget everything but that.”

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here >

just a small drabble thought in my head, lmao ... i'll get to y'alls requests sooonn promise

[so6ncie]

hi y'all this took so mf long. lmaoooooooo hope you all enjoy nonetheless. thank you for the amount of love my previous love and deepspace release got. should i make it my main fandom?

── 𓏲𓏲⠀⠀.. 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 boys punishing you for teasing in public ! nsfw, public sex, explicit themes, female reader, non-vanilla content ☆ characters featured: sylus, xavier, rafayel, & zayne author's note ♡ since a lot of y'all wanted me to continue this post ... i shall deliver [] also i changed the plot a little bit.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 Sylus had been glaring at you all night after you let your hand rest on his thigh under the dinner table, your fingers brushing dangerously close to his cock while the others talked as if nothing was happening. His eyes had gone dark, his knuckles white around his glass, but he didn’t say a word. He waited.

The second the door shut behind you both, he had you against the wall, one large hand around your throat, the other already tugging your clothes down. “Do you think I’m some toy you can tease in public?” His voice was low, gravelly, his breath hot against your ear. “You wanted to see me snap? Congratulations—you got it.”

His fingers shoved inside you without warning, curling deep until your knees buckled. You whimpered, but he just smirked cruelly. “Already this wet after being a little slut in front of everyone? Pathetic.” He didn’t let you answer—he fucked his fingers into you harder, each movement sharp and merciless, until you were gasping and clawing at his chest.

When he finally pulled his hand away, you barely had a second to breathe before he spun you around, bending you over the desk. The sound of his zipper lowering made your stomach flip. “You’ll take every inch,” he growled, slamming into you with one brutal thrust that stole your voice. The force knocked the air from your lungs, the wood creaking under your grip as he pounded into you.

“You like making me hard in front of everyone? Then you can take it all here, where no one can save you,” he snarled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. Every thrust was punishing, deep and unrelenting, his hand pressed at the base of your throat to keep you pinned.

When your moans grew louder, his palm clamped over your mouth. “Quiet. You don’t deserve to be loud after teasing me like that,” he hissed. He drove into you harder, relentless, the wet slap of your bodies echoing through the room.

Your legs trembled, your body burning with need, but he showed no mercy. “Don’t you dare cum without permission,” he warned, his pace deliberately dragging you to the edge and yanking you back. Tears blurred your vision, your whole body straining against his control, but he only laughed darkly.

Finally, when you were a wreck beneath him, he pulled your hair back to force your head up, his mouth grazing your ear. “Beg,” he ordered. You choked out desperate pleas, your voice raw, and only then did his thrusts grow faster, rougher, his release spilling inside you as he groaned against your skin.

Collapsing against your back, his teeth nipped your shoulder. “Next time you even think about teasing me in public,” he whispered, still buried inside you, “I’ll fuck you where everyone can see.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 Xavier had been smirking all evening when you leaned just a little too close to Zayne during a conversation, letting your hand brush against his arm and laughing softly. You thought it was harmless teasing—but the flicker of irritation in Xavier’s eyes told you otherwise. He didn’t call you out there. He waited, patient and composed, until the second you were alone.

The door hadn’t even fully closed before his hands were on you, shoving you back against it with a heavy thud. His lips crashed into yours, teeth biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. “You think it’s funny to make me jealous? To flaunt yourself in front of him?” His voice was a low snarl, trembling with restrained fury.

You gasped when he spun you around, shoving you onto the bed, his weight pressing you down as his hand ripped at your clothes. “Don’t play dumb,” he growled, dragging your panties down your thighs with a sharp yank. His fingers were rough, pinning your wrists above your head as he ground his cock against your ass through his clothes. “You wanted to provoke me—so now you’ll get what you asked for.”

The sound of his zipper lowering made your pulse race. Without hesitation, Xavier buried himself inside you with a brutal thrust, making you cry out against the sheets. He hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. “Tight,” he groaned, voice breaking with lust. “You’re so fucking tight even when you’re being bad.”

His pace was merciless, slamming into you over and over, his hips snapping against yours until the mattress creaked. Your cries only spurred him on, his body folding over yours as he bit down on your shoulder hard enough to mark. “Scream all you want, little tease,” he muttered, dragging his cock out slow just to slam it back in deeper, making your back arch helplessly. “No one’s coming to save you.”

When you tried to lift your head, his hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your face into the pillow. “Stay down. You don’t get to look at me after what you did,” he growled, his rhythm relentless, each thrust punishing and raw. The roughness only made your body clench around him, and Xavier groaned darkly. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? My beautiful slut likes being ruined.”

Your walls fluttered around him desperately, your whimpers muffled into the sheets. He slapped your ass, the sting making you jolt forward. “Don’t even think about cumming,” he warned, his pace slowing just to tease, rolling his hips deep until you squirmed. “You don’t get that kind of reward until I say so.”

By the time he finally allowed you to let go, you were trembling beneath him, body soaking the sheets with your release. Xavier groaned harshly, driving into you harder until he filled you with his cum, spilling deep inside with one final thrust. He stayed there, panting against your back, before leaning down to whisper hotly against your ear:

“Next time you tease me in front of another man, I won’t fuck you in private. I’ll take you right there—let them watch me break you.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 Rafayel had the softest smile when you teased him in front of the others—leaning just a bit too close to Sylus, laughing at Zayne’s joke a little too sweetly. He didn’t flare up or lash out like Xavier would. Instead, he just placed a gentle hand on your back and kept you close, his voice velvety calm as if nothing bothered him at all. But the second you two were alone, his entire aura shifted.

He sat you down on the edge of the bed, tilting your chin up with two fingers, his dark eyes gleaming. “You enjoyed making me jealous, didn’t you?” His tone was calm, but the tight grip on your chin betrayed how tightly he was holding himself together. “All that smiling, touching… pretending I wasn’t watching.”

Before you could respond, his hand cracked across your thigh, the sting making you gasp. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t mistake my patience for weakness.” Another sharp slap followed, this time against your inner thigh, leaving you trembling.

When he finally slid his hand between your legs, his touch wasn’t gentle—it was maddeningly slow, tracing circles over your clit without giving you the pressure you needed. “Beg,” he whispered, fingers ghosting over your folds but never dipping inside. “Beg me to give you what you were flaunting around to others.”

You whimpered, trying to grind against his fingers, but his other hand pressed hard on your hip, holding you still. “Ah-ah. Don’t move. You don’t get to control this—you gave that up the moment you teased me in front of them.”

Finally, when he slipped two fingers inside, it wasn’t tender. He fucked them into you ruthlessly, curling them deep until your legs shook. His thumb pressed hard against your clit, dragging out desperate moans from your throat. “That’s it,” he murmured, watching you fall apart. “So noisy now… why weren’t you this desperate when you had everyone’s eyes on you?”

When you thought you were close, he pulled away entirely, wiping his wet fingers across your lips. “Open.” You obeyed, tasting yourself as his smile curved darker. “Good girl. That’s where teasing gets you—obedience.”

Only then did he free his cock, sliding into you with one long, slow thrust that stole your breath. His pace was steady but unforgiving, grinding deep with every push until your body squirmed helplessly beneath him. He didn’t let up, even when you begged, his hands pinning you flat against the mattress.

“You’ll take every drop I give you,” he whispered against your ear as his thrusts grew harsher, his voice soft but merciless. “And you’ll remember that you belong to me—not to their eyes, not to their jokes. Only. To. Me.”

When he came, it was with a low groan, burying himself deep inside you, filling you until you cried from overstimulation. Rafayel kissed your trembling lips sweetly afterward, but his words still carried steel: “Next time you tease me, I won’t just punish you. I’ll make you cry in front of them all.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 Zayne didn’t say a word when you leaned too close to Xavier during dinner, your laugh a little too soft, your hand brushing his sleeve like you weren’t aware of the way Zayne’s crimson eyes burned holes into you. He didn’t even call you out—he just smiled that dangerous, unreadable smile and let the tension simmer until you were alone.

The door had barely shut behind you when his hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you hard against the wall. “You think I didn’t see that?” His voice was low, venom-laced. “You think you can make a fool out of me in front of them?” His thumb pressed firmly against your pulse point, just enough to make your head swim.

When you whimpered, he smirked. “Oh, now you’re quiet. Where was all that boldness when you were laughing in his face?” He spun you around, shoving you down over the desk, his hand fisting in your hair as he yanked your head back. “Spread your legs. Now.”

The leather of his gloves was rough as he slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the room, each strike harder than the last until your skin burned. “Count,” he ordered, voice like a whip. You choked out numbers between gasps, barely holding yourself together as his palm cracked down again and again. By ten, you were trembling, tears pricking your eyes.

Only then did he unbuckle his belt, yanking your clothes out of the way. “You don’t deserve prep,” he growled, shoving into you in one brutal thrust that stole the air from your lungs. The stretch burned, his cock splitting you open without mercy as he held you pinned to the desk.

Every thrust was punishing, sharp, his hips slamming into you with vicious precision. “You wanted attention? You’ve got it,” he snarled, pulling your hair so you were forced to watch your own wrecked expression reflected faintly in the glass of the window. “Look at yourself—pathetic, dripping for me after flaunting yourself to him.”

Your cries only spurred him harder, his pace relentless, rutting into you until your legs gave out and the desk was the only thing holding you up. “Say whose you are,” he demanded, hand tightening around your throat again.

“I-I’m yours...” you sobbed, voice broken under the weight of his thrusts.

“That’s right,” he hissed, biting into your shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”

When you clenched around him, he groaned low in his chest, grinding deep inside you until you were shaking apart. He didn’t let you ride out your high gently—instead, he fucked you through it, dragging out the overstimulation until you screamed for him. Only when he finally came, spilling hot and deep inside you, did his punishing pace falter.

Zayne pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down your thighs with satisfaction. He smirked coldly, smearing it against your swollen pussy with his gloved fingers. “Messy little slut,” he murmured. “Next time you think about teasing me in public, remember how sore you’re going to be the morning after.”

He left you trembling over the desk, body wrecked, before kissing the top of your head almost mockingly. “That’s what happens when you play games with me, sweetheart.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 Caleb didn’t react when you teased the others in public. Not when you brushed Xavier’s arm, not when you leaned a little too close to Sylus, not even when you laughed just a little too sweetly. He only gave the smallest twitch of his jaw, silent, composed. That was your only warning.

Later, when the two of you were finally alone, he struck without hesitation. He shoved you against the door, slamming it shut so hard the frame rattled. His broad hand pinned your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his. His voice was low, dangerous. “You think it’s a game? You think I’ll let you act like that in front of them?”

You could barely answer before his grip tightened at your throat—not choking, but heavy, possessive, making your pulse hammer under his palm. “Say it,” he ordered. “Whose are you?”

When the word yours slipped past your lips, he spun you around, bending you over the desk. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you flat, the other tearing your clothes aside with ruthless precision. “Good,” he muttered, his tone sharp and unforgiving. “Now I’ll remind you exactly what that means.”

The first thrust was brutal—so deep you gasped, nails scraping the wood beneath you. Caleb’s pace was merciless, driving into you again and again, each thrust harder than the last. He held your wrists in one hand behind your back, pinning you effortlessly, while the other dug into your hip like he was branding you.

“You wanted attention?” His voice was a growl in your ear. “Here it is. All of it. You don’t get to look at them. You don’t get to smile at them. You belong here—under me.”

Every time you tried to squeeze around him for release, he smacked your ass sharply, the sting sending shivers through you. “Not yet,” he snarled. “You don’t come until I say.”

Your cries filled the room, muffled against the desk, begging him, pleading for permission. Caleb’s answer was relentless thrusts, punishing you with his cock until you were shaking, your body unraveling. “Beg louder,” he demanded, his voice rough and dark.

When you screamed his name, the dam finally broke. He fucked you through your orgasm without slowing, forcing you to ride the waves until you went limp, trembling under his weight. Only when he was satisfied—after burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside you—did his grip on your wrists finally loosen.

Pulling you upright, he pressed your back to his chest, his hand sliding possessively over your stomach, his breath hot against your ear. “Remember this the next time you even think about teasing me in public,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Always mine. And I’ll ruin you again and again until you never forget it.”

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here > some tags who commented on the first part @dawnbreakerbrokeme ♡ @voidsylus ♡ @deiicaciy

[so6ncie]

── 𓏲𓏲⠀⠀.. 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 boys punishing you for teasing in public ! nsfw, public sex, explicit themes, female reader, non-vanilla content ☆ characters featured: sylus, xavier, rafayel, & zayne author's note ♡ since a lot of y'all wanted me to continue this post ... i shall deliver [] also i changed the plot a little bit.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 Sylus had been glaring at you all night after you let your hand rest on his thigh under the dinner table, your fingers brushing dangerously close to his cock while the others talked as if nothing was happening. His eyes had gone dark, his knuckles white around his glass, but he didn’t say a word. He waited.

The second the door shut behind you both, he had you against the wall, one large hand around your throat, the other already tugging your clothes down. “Do you think I’m some toy you can tease in public?” His voice was low, gravelly, his breath hot against your ear. “You wanted to see me snap? Congratulations—you got it.”

His fingers shoved inside you without warning, curling deep until your knees buckled. You whimpered, but he just smirked cruelly. “Already this wet after being a little slut in front of everyone? Pathetic.” He didn’t let you answer—he fucked his fingers into you harder, each movement sharp and merciless, until you were gasping and clawing at his chest.

When he finally pulled his hand away, you barely had a second to breathe before he spun you around, bending you over the desk. The sound of his zipper lowering made your stomach flip. “You’ll take every inch,” he growled, slamming into you with one brutal thrust that stole your voice. The force knocked the air from your lungs, the wood creaking under your grip as he pounded into you.

“You like making me hard in front of everyone? Then you can take it all here, where no one can save you,” he snarled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. Every thrust was punishing, deep and unrelenting, his hand pressed at the base of your throat to keep you pinned.

When your moans grew louder, his palm clamped over your mouth. “Quiet. You don’t deserve to be loud after teasing me like that,” he hissed. He drove into you harder, relentless, the wet slap of your bodies echoing through the room.

Your legs trembled, your body burning with need, but he showed no mercy. “Don’t you dare cum without permission,” he warned, his pace deliberately dragging you to the edge and yanking you back. Tears blurred your vision, your whole body straining against his control, but he only laughed darkly.

Finally, when you were a wreck beneath him, he pulled your hair back to force your head up, his mouth grazing your ear. “Beg,” he ordered. You choked out desperate pleas, your voice raw, and only then did his thrusts grow faster, rougher, his release spilling inside you as he groaned against your skin.

Collapsing against your back, his teeth nipped your shoulder. “Next time you even think about teasing me in public,” he whispered, still buried inside you, “I’ll fuck you where everyone can see.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 Xavier had been smirking all evening when you leaned just a little too close to Zayne during a conversation, letting your hand brush against his arm and laughing softly. You thought it was harmless teasing—but the flicker of irritation in Xavier’s eyes told you otherwise. He didn’t call you out there. He waited, patient and composed, until the second you were alone.

The door hadn’t even fully closed before his hands were on you, shoving you back against it with a heavy thud. His lips crashed into yours, teeth biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. “You think it’s funny to make me jealous? To flaunt yourself in front of him?” His voice was a low snarl, trembling with restrained fury.

You gasped when he spun you around, shoving you onto the bed, his weight pressing you down as his hand ripped at your clothes. “Don’t play dumb,” he growled, dragging your panties down your thighs with a sharp yank. His fingers were rough, pinning your wrists above your head as he ground his cock against your ass through his clothes. “You wanted to provoke me—so now you’ll get what you asked for.”

The sound of his zipper lowering made your pulse race. Without hesitation, Xavier buried himself inside you with a brutal thrust, making you cry out against the sheets. He hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. “Tight,” he groaned, voice breaking with lust. “You’re so fucking tight even when you’re being bad.”

His pace was merciless, slamming into you over and over, his hips snapping against yours until the mattress creaked. Your cries only spurred him on, his body folding over yours as he bit down on your shoulder hard enough to mark. “Scream all you want, little tease,” he muttered, dragging his cock out slow just to slam it back in deeper, making your back arch helplessly. “No one’s coming to save you.”

When you tried to lift your head, his hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your face into the pillow. “Stay down. You don’t get to look at me after what you did,” he growled, his rhythm relentless, each thrust punishing and raw. The roughness only made your body clench around him, and Xavier groaned darkly. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? My beautiful slut likes being ruined.”

Your walls fluttered around him desperately, your whimpers muffled into the sheets. He slapped your ass, the sting making you jolt forward. “Don’t even think about cumming,” he warned, his pace slowing just to tease, rolling his hips deep until you squirmed. “You don’t get that kind of reward until I say so.”

By the time he finally allowed you to let go, you were trembling beneath him, body soaking the sheets with your release. Xavier groaned harshly, driving into you harder until he filled you with his cum, spilling deep inside with one final thrust. He stayed there, panting against your back, before leaning down to whisper hotly against your ear:

“Next time you tease me in front of another man, I won’t fuck you in private. I’ll take you right there—let them watch me break you.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 Rafayel had the softest smile when you teased him in front of the others—leaning just a bit too close to Sylus, laughing at Zayne’s joke a little too sweetly. He didn’t flare up or lash out like Xavier would. Instead, he just placed a gentle hand on your back and kept you close, his voice velvety calm as if nothing bothered him at all. But the second you two were alone, his entire aura shifted.

He sat you down on the edge of the bed, tilting your chin up with two fingers, his dark eyes gleaming. “You enjoyed making me jealous, didn’t you?” His tone was calm, but the tight grip on your chin betrayed how tightly he was holding himself together. “All that smiling, touching… pretending I wasn’t watching.”

Before you could respond, his hand cracked across your thigh, the sting making you gasp. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t mistake my patience for weakness.” Another sharp slap followed, this time against your inner thigh, leaving you trembling.

When he finally slid his hand between your legs, his touch wasn’t gentle—it was maddeningly slow, tracing circles over your clit without giving you the pressure you needed. “Beg,” he whispered, fingers ghosting over your folds but never dipping inside. “Beg me to give you what you were flaunting around to others.”

You whimpered, trying to grind against his fingers, but his other hand pressed hard on your hip, holding you still. “Ah-ah. Don’t move. You don’t get to control this—you gave that up the moment you teased me in front of them.”

Finally, when he slipped two fingers inside, it wasn’t tender. He fucked them into you ruthlessly, curling them deep until your legs shook. His thumb pressed hard against your clit, dragging out desperate moans from your throat. “That’s it,” he murmured, watching you fall apart. “So noisy now… why weren’t you this desperate when you had everyone’s eyes on you?”

When you thought you were close, he pulled away entirely, wiping his wet fingers across your lips. “Open.” You obeyed, tasting yourself as his smile curved darker. “Good girl. That’s where teasing gets you—obedience.”

Only then did he free his cock, sliding into you with one long, slow thrust that stole your breath. His pace was steady but unforgiving, grinding deep with every push until your body squirmed helplessly beneath him. He didn’t let up, even when you begged, his hands pinning you flat against the mattress.

“You’ll take every drop I give you,” he whispered against your ear as his thrusts grew harsher, his voice soft but merciless. “And you’ll remember that you belong to me—not to their eyes, not to their jokes. Only. To. Me.”

When he came, it was with a low groan, burying himself deep inside you, filling you until you cried from overstimulation. Rafayel kissed your trembling lips sweetly afterward, but his words still carried steel: “Next time you tease me, I won’t just punish you. I’ll make you cry in front of them all.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 Zayne didn’t say a word when you leaned too close to Xavier during dinner, your laugh a little too soft, your hand brushing his sleeve like you weren’t aware of the way Zayne’s crimson eyes burned holes into you. He didn’t even call you out—he just smiled that dangerous, unreadable smile and let the tension simmer until you were alone.

The door had barely shut behind you when his hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you hard against the wall. “You think I didn’t see that?” His voice was low, venom-laced. “You think you can make a fool out of me in front of them?” His thumb pressed firmly against your pulse point, just enough to make your head swim.

When you whimpered, he smirked. “Oh, now you’re quiet. Where was all that boldness when you were laughing in his face?” He spun you around, shoving you down over the desk, his hand fisting in your hair as he yanked your head back. “Spread your legs. Now.”

The leather of his gloves was rough as he slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the room, each strike harder than the last until your skin burned. “Count,” he ordered, voice like a whip. You choked out numbers between gasps, barely holding yourself together as his palm cracked down again and again. By ten, you were trembling, tears pricking your eyes.

Only then did he unbuckle his belt, yanking your clothes out of the way. “You don’t deserve prep,” he growled, shoving into you in one brutal thrust that stole the air from your lungs. The stretch burned, his cock splitting you open without mercy as he held you pinned to the desk.

Every thrust was punishing, sharp, his hips slamming into you with vicious precision. “You wanted attention? You’ve got it,” he snarled, pulling your hair so you were forced to watch your own wrecked expression reflected faintly in the glass of the window. “Look at yourself—pathetic, dripping for me after flaunting yourself to him.”

Your cries only spurred him harder, his pace relentless, rutting into you until your legs gave out and the desk was the only thing holding you up. “Say whose you are,” he demanded, hand tightening around your throat again.

“I-I’m yours...” you sobbed, voice broken under the weight of his thrusts.

“That’s right,” he hissed, biting into your shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”

When you clenched around him, he groaned low in his chest, grinding deep inside you until you were shaking apart. He didn’t let you ride out your high gently—instead, he fucked you through it, dragging out the overstimulation until you screamed for him. Only when he finally came, spilling hot and deep inside you, did his punishing pace falter.

Zayne pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down your thighs with satisfaction. He smirked coldly, smearing it against your swollen pussy with his gloved fingers. “Messy little slut,” he murmured. “Next time you think about teasing me in public, remember how sore you’re going to be the morning after.”

He left you trembling over the desk, body wrecked, before kissing the top of your head almost mockingly. “That’s what happens when you play games with me, sweetheart.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 Caleb didn’t react when you teased the others in public. Not when you brushed Xavier’s arm, not when you leaned a little too close to Sylus, not even when you laughed just a little too sweetly. He only gave the smallest twitch of his jaw, silent, composed. That was your only warning.

Later, when the two of you were finally alone, he struck without hesitation. He shoved you against the door, slamming it shut so hard the frame rattled. His broad hand pinned your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his. His voice was low, dangerous. “You think it’s a game? You think I’ll let you act like that in front of them?”

You could barely answer before his grip tightened at your throat—not choking, but heavy, possessive, making your pulse hammer under his palm. “Say it,” he ordered. “Whose are you?”

When the word yours slipped past your lips, he spun you around, bending you over the desk. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you flat, the other tearing your clothes aside with ruthless precision. “Good,” he muttered, his tone sharp and unforgiving. “Now I’ll remind you exactly what that means.”

The first thrust was brutal—so deep you gasped, nails scraping the wood beneath you. Caleb’s pace was merciless, driving into you again and again, each thrust harder than the last. He held your wrists in one hand behind your back, pinning you effortlessly, while the other dug into your hip like he was branding you.

“You wanted attention?” His voice was a growl in your ear. “Here it is. All of it. You don’t get to look at them. You don’t get to smile at them. You belong here—under me.”

Every time you tried to squeeze around him for release, he smacked your ass sharply, the sting sending shivers through you. “Not yet,” he snarled. “You don’t come until I say.”

Your cries filled the room, muffled against the desk, begging him, pleading for permission. Caleb’s answer was relentless thrusts, punishing you with his cock until you were shaking, your body unraveling. “Beg louder,” he demanded, his voice rough and dark.

When you screamed his name, the dam finally broke. He fucked you through your orgasm without slowing, forcing you to ride the waves until you went limp, trembling under his weight. Only when he was satisfied—after burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside you—did his grip on your wrists finally loosen.

Pulling you upright, he pressed your back to his chest, his hand sliding possessively over your stomach, his breath hot against your ear. “Remember this the next time you even think about teasing me in public,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Always mine. And I’ll ruin you again and again until you never forget it.”

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here > some tags who commented on the first part @dawnbreakerbrokeme ♡ @voidsylus ♡ @deiicaciy

[so6ncie]

── 𓏲𓏲⠀⠀.. 𝒯𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐒 fucking you in public ! nsfw, public sex, explicit themes, female reader, non-vanilla content ☆ characters featured: giyu, shinobu, kyojuro, tengen, mitsuri, muichiro, obanai, sanemi, gyomei author's note ♡ here's your meal for today... eat it up

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀 The quiet of the forest didn’t matter to him. You were on your knees against a mossy rock, your breath shaking as Giyu’s hand pressed firmly on the small of your back. His usually stoic voice cracked low, muttering against your ear, “No one else… only I get to see you like this.”

His thrusts were slow at first, dragging deep inside you as if he wanted to memorize every reaction. But once he felt you clench around him, his rhythm turned punishing, the water of his breath against your neck as ragged as the river crashing nearby.

You tried to move your hands, but his calloused fingers pinned them down, holding you steady as he drove harder. Every wet slap echoed in the open air, and your muffled whimpers only seemed to make him push deeper, needing you to drown under him.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎 Shinobu loved the sound of your pleading. You were flat on your back on her futon, wrists tied above your head with silk ribbon. Her smile was deceptively sweet, violet eyes glimmering as she moved her hips just enough to brush against you—never enough to satisfy.

“Oh? Did you think I’d let you finish so soon?” she teased, her soft voice dripping with mockery. She slid her tongue along your collarbone before sinking her teeth in lightly, leaving sharp crescent marks.

You gasped, arching, but she only laughed, grinding down once before pulling away completely. Every little whimper had her smirking more, savoring how she could control every twitch of your body. The final straw was her lips brushing yours, whispering: “Beg harder.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 Your back slammed into a tree trunk, bark digging into your skin as Rengoku’s burning gaze locked on yours. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you with ease before slamming inside you with a force that left you gasping. “Beautiful... You’re taking me so well.” he roared, each thrust deep and fiery.

The warmth of his body consumed you, sweat dripping down his temple as he buried his face into your neck, groaning your name. His pace was wild, almost desperate, like he was chasing the flames themselves, needing to leave his heat inside you.

You clawed at his shoulders, whimpering as he praised every reaction, every squeeze, every cry. His last thrusts were brutal, claiming you completely as he panted against your lips: “You’re mine.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 Tengen had you bent over the edge of a rooftop, the lantern light of the city flickering below. “Now this,” he drawled, his voice dripping with cocky satisfaction, “is what you call flamboyant.”

Each thrust made your body jolt, your moans dangerously close to being overheard. His jeweled hands wrapped around your waist, nails digging into your skin as he pulled you back onto him. “Louder,” he commanded, smirking when you bit your lip.

“Don’t hold back—let them all know who’s fucking you.” His pace was unrelenting, brutal, almost showy in its rhythm. The thrill of being seen only made him harder, his breath hot on your ear as he growled, “You’re perfect like this, my extravagant little prize.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈 Mitsuri couldn’t stop gushing—both with words and with need. She dragged you into a quiet shrine, tugging your robes down with trembling hands. “You’re so pretty, I could eat you alive!” she whined, her mouth finding your neck as her hips pressed frantically against yours. When she shoved you back onto the floor and settled between your legs, her gasp was needy, almost a sob, as she buried her face against your wetness.

“Ahhh—you taste so good, I love it, I love it!” she moaned, tongue lapping eagerly while her fingers curled deep inside you. Her hips rocked against the floor as if she could fuck herself on nothing, whining louder with every cry you made. She clung to your thighs like she’d never let go, every wet suck and sloppy kiss paired with praise until you could hardly breathe.

When your orgasm hit, she moaned with you, drinking it all in before pulling up to kiss you messily, whispering, “Please, let me have more—I want all of you so badly.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎 Muichiro was eerily calm as he pressed you against the training room wall. His blank teal eyes never left yours, as though he wanted to watch every flicker of expression. His thrusts were steady, deep, dragging slow moans out of you until you had to cover your mouth.

“Don’t,” he murmured flatly, removing your hand from your lips. “I want to hear you.” His fingers slipped around your throat, not squeezing, just holding—reminding you he was in control. Each roll of his hips had you shaking, your legs trembling around his waist as he tilted his head, studying you like an art piece.

“You feel… good,” he admitted softly, voice detached, almost dreamy. “Like a haze I don’t want to clear.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 Obanai dragged you into the shadows of the barracks, his mismatched eyes glinting with hunger. His scarf was shoved down just enough to bare his lips as he kissed you hard, biting until you whimpered. “No one else gets to touch you,” he hissed, his grip bruising on your hips as he slammed into you. His thrusts were rough, punishing, almost punishingly deep.

The sensation of his body coiling around yours, his hands tightening on your throat, left you dizzy with need. He marked your skin with sharp bites, each one a warning, each one a claim. “Mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse, “mine forever.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 Sanemi didn’t care that you were half-undressed in the middle of a training field. He had shoved you over the railing, yanking your hair back as he rammed into you. “You love this, don’t you? Filthy girl,” he snarled, teeth gritted as he used you with brutal force.

Every thrust made the railing creak, every curse spilling from his lips like a storm. Your cries only egged him on, his hand smacking your ass hard enough to sting.

“Say it—say you’re my slut,” he demanded, growling when you obeyed. He leaned over you, panting against your ear, his pace violent, merciless, until you were a trembling mess. “That’s right… only for me.”

೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 Gyomei’s massive hands cradled your body as though you were glass, even as his hips drove forward with overwhelming power. The quiet temple echoed with your gasps, your body dwarfed beneath his towering frame. “Forgive me,” he whispered, voice trembling, “but I cannot hold back when it comes to you.”

His thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one pulling cries from your throat. The rosary beads in his hand clinked with every movement, his forehead pressed to yours as he panted.

“You are divine,”

he groaned, his voice breaking, “and I… am lost in you.” Every motion was reverent, worshipful, but still relentless, his strength unyielding as he made you shudder beneath his devotion.

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works. 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here >

[so6ncie]

— "CAN'T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF" ft. jujutsu kaisen boys

i mean i could, but why would i want to? itadori, suguru, gojo, sukuna, toji, megumi, nanami, & choso how they would react to you wearing something revealing when sharing a bed. ⟡ ݁₊ . highly suggestive, contains 18+ themes. read at your own judgement

── .✦ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

The second you walk in, Yuji nearly chokes on his own spit. He grips the blanket like it might save his soul, trying not to look but failing miserably. “You’re really gonna sleep… like that? Right next to me?”

His cheeks are blazing as he tries to force himself to face the wall. But every time he hears you shift beside him, he sneaks a glance. You catch him once, and he quickly hides under the pillow, groaning at himself. Finally, in a small, flustered voice, he admits: “…You look amazing, though.”

── .✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Suguru’s eyes flick over you immediately, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. “Now, was this for me, or do you always wear stuff like that?” His voice is velvet, the kind that makes your stomach flip, and you know he’s baiting you into answering. When you try to play it off, he leans closer until his breath tickles your ear.

His fingertips trace lazy circles over your arm, deliberate but slow, making you shiver. He doesn’t need to say it, but the possessiveness in his gaze makes it clear you’re his. With a chuckle, he finally murmurs: “Careful. I don’t take kindly to temptations I can’t indulge in.”

── .✦ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Gojo whistles dramatically the second you walk in, already grinning like he’s won something. “Whoa, are you trying to assassinate me with sheer hotness? Bold strategy.” He sprawls out on the bed like a king, but his fingers drift to your waist the second you’re close enough. Jokes tumble out of his mouth non-stop, but the mischievous glint in his eyes is edged with something softer.

When you finally settle down, he tilts his blindfold up just enough to give you that piercing stare. “Not my fault if I keep my hands on you all night, y’know.” And true to his word, he doesn’t let you go until morning.

── .✦ ��𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Sukuna laughs when he sees you, a deep and cruel sound that makes your stomach twist. “So you do know your place—flaunting yourself for me.” His eyes drag over your body shamelessly, deliberately lingering long enough to make you squirm.

When you try to roll over and ignore him, his hand shoots out, gripping your chin and forcing your gaze back. “Don’t look away. You knew exactly what this would do to me.” He keeps his hand on you all night, sometimes a brush of his thumb, sometimes a firm grip that reminds you he’s there. Sleep? With Sukuna watching you like prey? Impossible.

── .✦ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji freezes for a second before breaking into that cocky grin of his. “Well, well. I thought you were a little angel. Guess I was wrong.” He stretches out on the bed deliberately, taking up space until you have no choice but to slide closer.

His arm immediately snakes around you, pulling you flush against his chest. “Cold, huh? Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm.” His tone is teasing, but there’s no mistaking the heat in his gaze when he looks down at you. You fall asleep to the sound of his low chuckle, his hand resting heavy on your hip as though claiming you.

── .✦ 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

Megumi stiffens the instant he sees you and turns his head away so fast it almost looks painful. “…You couldn’t wear something else?” he mutters, though the tips of his ears are burning red. He climbs into bed without another word, stubbornly keeping his back to you.

But you notice the way his shoulders tense every time you shift under the covers. He sneaks glances at you through the reflection in the window, thinking you won’t notice. He’s flustered, yes, but his hand still finds yours under the blanket, holding it tightly. Even in his embarrassment, he wants you close.

── .✦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Nanami exhales sharply when he sees you, running a hand down his face. “…You’re testing me, aren’t you?” He doesn’t make a big fuss, but his eyes linger on you longer than usual, betraying the calm facade. When you lie down, he sighs and gently drapes the blanket over your body.

“If you think I’ll sleep peacefully like this, you’re mistaken.” His voice is steady, but strained, like every ounce of his restraint is being used up. He keeps his back to you for a while, but eventually, his hand finds your waist under the sheets. Even if he pretends otherwise, you know he’s not sleeping easy tonight.

── .✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

Choso freezes in place, his wide eyes locking onto you. “…Is that really what you sleep in?” His tone is more confused than anything else at first, but his blush spreads quickly. When you climb into bed, he carefully lies down beside you, stiff as a board.

After a moment, though, his protective instincts kick in—he pulls you against his chest, shielding you with his arms. “You’re safe with me. But… you’re beautiful like this.” His voice is quiet, reverent almost. He stays awake longer than he admits, just to keep you in his arms.

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works.

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[so6ncie]

— "STOP IT. BEHAVE." ft. love and deepspace boys

sylus, xavier, rafayel, & zayne how they would react to you teasing them in public or a formal setting (headcanons) ⟡ ݁₊ . highly suggestive, contains 18+ themes. read at your own judgement

── .✦ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

The moment your hand brushes over his thigh or you whisper something suggestive, his whole posture shifts—shoulders squared, gaze dropping heavy on you.

He’ll lean down close to your ear, voice low and dark enough to make you shiver: “You’ve got some nerve doing this here… do you want everyone to know who you belong to?” He keeps one hand on your waist or hip, tightening just enough to remind you that he’s in control.

If anyone notices, he’ll glare at them until they look away—possessive and clearly not in the mood to share.

── .✦ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

At first, he just short-circuits—blushes, stammers, maybe even spills his drink if you’re really bold.

Once he realizes you’re doing it on purpose, his flustered side flips into this surprisingly daring streak. He’ll tug you closer under the table or lean down to murmur against your lips: “You think I won’t do anything just because we’re in public?”

The threat isn’t idle either—he’ll brush his fingers over your thigh or lace his hand with yours, squeezing a little tighter each time you tease back.

── .✦ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Oh, Rafayel doesn’t just take it—he makes a show of it.

You tug on his tie or say something suggestive, and he smirks like the devil himself, answering loud enough that strangers glance your way. “If you keep talking like that, sweetheart, I’ll have to prove it right here.” He thrives on watching you squirm, brushing kisses just below your ear or letting his hand linger too long on your knee.

The worst (or best) part? He looks completely unbothered, like teasing you until you’re flustered is his favorite kind of art form.

── .✦ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

He gives you one look—the kind that makes your teasing falter for half a second.

He stays composed on the outside, but you can see his jaw tightening, his fingers flexing like he’s resisting the urge to drag you away. He’ll bend his head close, whispering in a low, dangerous tone: “Enjoy your little game now… because once we’re alone, you won’t get a chance to run your mouth.”

He won’t touch you much in public, but his restraint is the tease—every brush of his hand or glance from his sharp eyes promises payback later.

── .✦ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

At first, he just smiles—that sly, unreadable smile that makes you wonder if you’ve already gone too far.

He’ll lean in close, his voice low and velvety: “Careful, little dove… serpents don’t take kindly to being provoked.” Unlike the others, he won’t immediately get flustered or openly possessive. Instead, he’ll toy with you right back, brushing his knuckles over your jaw or letting his fingers trace patterns on your skin where no one can see.

The danger with Caleb is his patience—he enjoys watching you push limits, because it only makes his eventual payback that much sweeter.

He won’t cause a scene in public, but he’ll make sure you spend the rest of the outing thinking about how he plans to “punish” you later.

— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works.