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The LADS Men React To You Saying You Can't Have S*X Because Of Mismatching Underwear

NSFW WARNING

Sylus

Sylus knows in an instant that you’re messing with him but he plays along, a sly smirk sitting pretty on his lips. “Oh NO- your underwear set doesn’t match? Whatever shall we do?” After clicking a few buttons on his phone, he stands to grab his car keys (one out of many).

“Wait! What are you doing, where are you going?” You ask, brows furrowing. The sudden change in the atmosphere has you feeling like, at any moment, you might get whiplash. One minute, he’s kissing up your neck, squeezing at your thighs, grinding his raging erection into your crotch, and the next, he’s throwing on his jacket, zipping his pants back up, and getting ready to leave. 

“You mean where are we going, kitten.” He speaks like it’s only obvious. 

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “Why are we leaving? I thought you just wanted to have sex not two seconds ago.”

“Of course, dearest, but we can’t have sex if you’re feeling embarrassed, now can we? So I thought I’d just buy the nearest lingerie store and we could go pick out whatever you like.” 

You choke on your spit. “You did WHAT?”

“I said I bought the store. So let’s go.” His eyes are daring you to continue with your little charade.

“Well I…I kinda wanted to stay home tonight.” You say weakly. You know you’re making a pathetic case for yourself, but he’s really not allowing you the wiggle room to be more convincing.

“Then allow me to have all of their stock delivered to the house. Unless… you think that the mismatching underwear is no longer an issue?” 

Oh, this son of a bitch. “You… you really don’t have to do all of this just for me.” You say with an awkward laugh. He knows you’re all out of moves and you’re just pivoting at this point. He knows and he has the audacity to be amused. 

“Oh, but I did, kitten. I wouldn’t want to overlook this very important issue. What’s important to you is important to me.”

“It’s, uh, not actually that important…” You confess meekly. 

“Say that again, sweetie?” He cranes his head to hear you better but you know damn well he can hear you just fine.

You glare at him. “I said it’s fine.”

He chuckles, sweet satisfaction clear on his face. “So then. Does this mean we can pick up where we left off?”

Caleb

You’ve been teasing Caleb all day. 

Dancing into his field of view with that low neckline of yours, wearing a dress that’s so short, it’s a wonder it’s covering anything at all. Touching him here and there, your fingers grazing his skin with a feather-light touch, trailing up his biceps, or down his back, before flitting away like you’d never been there in the first place.

So, of course, after hours of edging him towards an excruciating erection, his self control still intact (though holding on by mere splintered pieces), you decide to reward his good behavior. You straddle him on the couch, and slowly begin to slide your hips back and forth, dragging your clothed cunt across the admittedly-impressive bulge in his pants.

He swears he’s seeing heaven, when you finally allow his aching cock some much needed friction. He’s not proud to say that a little dry humping is all it takes to get him coming into his pants, but he’s sure you’ll continue to show him such endless bliss as the night goes on that he won’t even remember how many times he’s come, let alone that the first time was in his underwear. His head dips forward, steadying itself on your shoulder as he allows the wave of euphoria to wash over him. 

But the second the wave has come and gone, his arousal is already flaring back up in his gut, ready for round two, round ten, round however much you want. All he can think about is how perfect it’ll be when he finally sinks himself inside you, your wet heat enveloping him until all he can feel is you. He doesn’t even think that maybe you’re more devious than he gave you credit for.

After he’s come, you retreat almost immediately, pulling yourself off of him.

He whines pathetically and he fumbles as he attempts to grab hold of you.

“Baby, we can’t tonight.” You say, innocent as ever.

He tries to keep the disappointment from his voice, tries to restrain his very evident need for you, but desperation is quickly rising within him. “Why not?” 

You try to keep the smirk from your lips. “It’s just…I’m not…”

“You’re not what, love? Not feeling well? Not in the mood?” He hopes you don’t notice how badly he just wants you to spit it out. 

“I’m not wearing matching undergarments tonight. So we can’t.” And there it is. The goal you’ve had all night. The little trick you couldn’t wait to play on him. You’re thrilled to see how he’ll react.

His eyes darken in an instant. “Oh, you little minx. You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” His tone has dropped to a low growl. 

“I haven’t the slightest idea.” You say, feigned ignorance dripping from your lips. 

He gives a short laugh. “Sure you don’t. Well, if your mismatching underwear is the only issue-” He begins to kiss down your neck harshly, not bothering to take care where he leaves his marks, “-I’ve got just the solution.” His fingers find your dress’s zipper with expert precision and before you can even process that he’s taken ahold of it, the dress is already laying in a pile on the ground. Along with your bra and panties. 

“There. All better. Now your underwear matches- they’re both on the damn floor.” 

Rafayel

You’re starting to think that you lie just a little too well.

You had only meant to tease Rafayel when you had told him that the reason you couldn’t have sex tonight was because you were embarrassed that your bra didn’t match your underwear, but you didn’t expect him to take you completely seriously. What was even more unexpected was that he would go on to give you an entire art lecture in the process.

“Take Picasso, for instance. Brilliant artist. One of a kind. You know him, of course you do, everybody knows him. His work is asymmetrical, and yet you don’t see anybody telling him that his work isn’t beautiful because it doesn’t match.”

“Raf-”

“And take my work. My work isn’t always symmetrical either, but would you tell me that I’m anything less than a true genius? No, because I am. See?”

“That’s besides the point-“

“The point, cutie, is that you’re gorgeous no matter what you’re wearing. It’s okay that you didn’t plan a matching outfit today. Some of nature’s most stunning scenes are spontaneous. You wouldn’t complain to the sunset that its pink doesn’t match its orange, would you?”

“No, but I-”

“Exactly. So it doesn’t matter to me if you’re wearing mismatching underwear; you could be wearing a trash bag and I’d still want you. Do you understand now, cutie?”

“Raf, baby, there’s nothing to understand, I was just jo-“

“Okay, if you don’t understand, let me put it in simpler terms for you. I’m hard for you regardless. That make sense now?”

When he puts it that bluntly, you really want to jump his bones. At this point, you figure you might as well. It’s useless to try and explain to him that you were only joking- not after he’s given you such a lengthy (though thoughtful) monologue. Though he’s a bit dense today, he’s still the same sweet Rafayel you fell in love with. So you think you’ll reward him for his kindness.

“You know what, baby? You made me feel so much better, thank you. I think, to show you just how much better I feel-” You strip yourself naked for him and his jaw drops, his eyes hungrily raking over your bare form, “-I’ll even let you come inside me tonight. What do you think?” You purr seductively.

You really didn’t have to try so hard to seduce him.

He’s already dropped his pants and begun stumbling towards you, rapidly hardening cock in hand.

Xavier

You’re in the middle of a very heated makeout session with Xavier when you decide to pick on him a little. You can tell where this is going, but you want to drag it out a little longer.

“Xav-” You whine breathlessly. “I think we should,” You return another one of his hungry kisses, “Probably stop for the night.” 

He pulls back to examine you. He can’t tell if you’re messing with him or if you’re genuinely not in the mood. Of course, if you want to stop, he’ll stop. He can just fuck his hand later; he’s not so selfish that he’d make you do something you don’t want to do. But just in case he did something wrong, he decides to ask. “Any particular reason you want to stop?”

“It’s just…” You bite your lip, hoping it makes you appear timid, when really you’re trying not to grin. “My bra and my underwear don’t match. I’m a little embarrassed to show you.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Oh, is that all? Feel free to change them then. I won’t look.” Before you can even respond that it’s a joke, he’s turned his back to you to give you your privacy.

You shake your head, smiling softly at his back. You didn’t expect him to be so sweet. You may as well strip naked while he’s allowing you the time; you had planned to have sex with him anyway. 

What the both of you don’t realize is that your bedroom’s full length mirror is angled just right so that he can still see you even when you’re behind him. He looks up only to get a perfect view of you undressing. When he realizes he’s seeing something he’s not supposed to, he starts to look away. But then he catches a glimpse of your mismatching underwear. Cherries decorate the soft material of your panties, while your bra is littered with little bows all the way around. Heat surges through his groin and he realizes that for some reason, this combination of mismatching underwear is doing something to him. 

You finish pulling your shirt off all the way and reach back to unhook your bra. “You know, I appreciate you being so understanding, my love, but I have to admit- I was completely kidding about not wanting to have sex just because my underwear didn’t match.” 

In an instant -you honestly don’t remember him even having the time to turn all the way around- he’s at your side, gripping your wrist tight and locking you in place. “That’s a relief. Now you don’t have to take off any more.”

You raise a curious brow at him. “What do you mean? Didn’t you want to have sex? I kinda have to take my underwear off for that.”

“No. You don’t.” His tone is low and thick with lust. “The undergarments stay on.” Before you know it, you’re pinned down to the bed.

You don’t know if it’s his teleportation ability or just his pure, unadulterated need, but he seems to be moving rather hastily today. You’ve barely even had time to blink before he’s slipping his cock under your bra, fucking your cleavage while it holds his cock in place. 

Something about you, the girl who always settles for function over fashion, wearing the cutsiest, girliest underwear he’s ever seen makes him harder than he’s ever been before and he’s not stopping until he’s staining this particular set in his cum. 

Zayne

“So we don’t strip naked then. That doesn’t mean I can’t still make you feel good.”

When you originally decided to play this joke on Zayne, telling him that you were feeling just a little too shy today to reveal to him your mismatching underwear, you thought he would see right through your little act. This is the man who has known you almost your entire life, after all.

But after you’d come so many times IN YOUR GODDAMN UNDERWEAR ALONE, all because he had insisted on tending to your needs even with your clothes on, after your clenching walls began to feel rather bruised, your clit increasingly more and more overstimulated with each passing second, as he fingered you through the (soaked) fabric of your clothes yet again, you were starting to regret this decision to mess with him. 

You tried to confess so many times, to tell him you’d been lying, to beg him for his cock instead, but it was almost like he knew what you were trying to say, because he’d kiss you so deeply until you were so dizzy from lack of breath that you forgot what you wanted to say, and then he’d dry hump you until you forgot how to even breathe in the first place. 

When you finally stutter out a pathetic, “P-please Z-Zayne…can’t t-take it anymore. Wanna f-fuck you,” Your hips thrusting desperately against the unsatisfying, thin air, he grins.

In that moment, you realize he’s known you’ve been lying all along. 

He leans over to you and you think he might kiss you. That, or scold you. But either result turns you on, so you hold your breath, waiting for him to respond.

He merely peers down your shirt before tugging your pants down slightly to confirm something. “So your underwear does, in fact, match. What an interesting development. Now then…how should I punish you for such dishonest behavior?”

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✧ — synopsis: you knew flirting with the client would get under his skin. but you didn’t expect caleb to drag you into his office, press record, and make you say who you belong to—with the camera still rolling. jealousy is cruel. so is proof.

✧ — pairing: caleb x mc

✧ — wc: ~1.4k

✧ — tags: jealousy, recording kink, rough sex, sexual overstimulation, possessive behavior, power dynamics, power imbalance, reader-insert, colonel caleb, office sex, degradation, plot what plot/porn without plot, pet names, they are both freaks i swear

✧ — notes: i am back with another horny fic. i have nothing to say other that i have sinned yet again in the face of the Lord. this one is also not beta read by anyone, only edited by yours truly so read with caution.

“caleb—what are you doing?”

you barely had time to catch your breath as he yanked your wrist, his steps swift, jaw clenched. fleet officers stepped aside. some stared. some whispered. no one dared move. he said nothing. his silence louder than fury.

your heels clicked against the floor as he led you toward his office. your heart pounded.

you hadn’t expected him to find out. you’d leaned close to that diplomat on purpose. finger tracing the rim of his glass. laughed at his jokes. let him look down your uniform. the deal needed to go through. and you needed caleb to remember how it felt to be provoked.

the door hissed shut behind you.

then you were slammed back against his desk, the impact making papers explode into the air like a startled flock. you gasped—but didn’t struggle.

his colonel cap hit the table. his jacket peeled off his shoulders. you didn’t dare speak again until you saw the fire in his eyes. you’d lit it. now you had to take the heat.

“you think i didn’t see that?” he growled, pinning your hips to the wood with his own. “batting your lashes. touching his wrist. whispering in his ear.” 

you inhaled sharply, your pulse thudding against your throat.

“it was work,” you muttered, but it was weak. you’d known what you were doing. you wanted this.

he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “you know exactly what you were doing.” his mouth ghosted your ear. “you wanted to make me jealous.” 

a breath. a brush of his lips against your jaw. “wanted me like this, didn’t you? wanted me angry enough to ruin you.”

you swallowed, eyes fluttering shut. “no.”

he smiled against your skin, cruel and knowing. ��liar.”

his fingers tugged open the buttons of your uniform, one by one, until it slipped past your shoulders. you gasped at the cold air, and the heat of his gaze devouring every inch of you.

“don’t you dare look away,” he hissed, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. he reached into his drawer. pulled something out. something small.

a sleek, black recorder.

he clicked it on.

beep.

“say it,” he said softly, voice venomous sweet. “say who you belong to.”

“caleb…”

your voice trembled like the flicker of a candle, eyes fixed on the camera in his hand. you tried to plead, play innocent, lashes fluttering like wings. but he saw through you. he always did.

“come on, pips,” he crooned, voice all smoke and steel. “tell them who owns you.” that devilish smirk curved his lips, the one that promised ruin and knew you’d beg for more.

he was in on it. the whole thing. the flirting, the baiting, the need clawing at your throat.

you’d stoked his jealousy on purpose—just to be devoured.

“you… you own me, caleb,” you finally whispered, voice breaking into breathless heat.

“fuck—yeah you’re mine.”

in one swift motion, he freed himself, the thick length of his cock glistening in the office light.

he didn’t give you a second to prepare. just pressed the blunt head against your dripping entrance, letting the tension stretch between your bodies like wire.

his hand found your chest—pushing you down to the desk, pinning you in place like a fragile document.

“so don’t dare protest when i do this.”

and then—he pushed in.

deep. thick. unrelenting.

you gasped—no, cried—his name, your voice echoing against the cold metal walls.

the sound would carry. maybe people outside could hear. maybe they were listening.

you didn’t care. your body bloomed open for him, soaked and wanting.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, lowering his face to your ear, “you like this, don’t you? making me watch you flirt just so you could end up here—bent over my desk, stuffed full of cock.”

the camera whirred in his hand, capturing every lewd slap of skin, every moan, every breathy chant of caleb caleb caleb—proof of your surrender.

his free hand slid under your skirt, thumb circling your clit as he pounded into you. “look at the camera, pipsqueak,” he hissed. “show them how good i fuck you.”

he suddenly reached forward and groped your breasts—rough, possessive, fingers curling into the tender flesh through your half-undone uniform.

you gasped, head rolling back, the edge of his desk biting into your spine. your hips moved on their own, rocking back onto him, greedy for every inch.

“caleb—fuck. so good, i can’t—”

your voice broke into a high, wanton moan as he slammed deeper.

his fingers tightened around your waist, nails digging into the softness of your skin hard enough to leave marks, markings of who you belonged to. his hips snapped forward again, again, again, like punishment.

you tried to reach for him—fingers fumbling backward, seeking the warmth of his back, desperate for anything to ground you—

but he slapped your hand away, sharp and stinging.

“no.”

his voice was guttural. absolute. “you don’t get to hold me. not today. today, you’re a toy. you wanted me angry? here’s what you earned.”

you whimpered, thighs trembling, your walls fluttering around him uncontrollably. the friction. the angle. the brutal pace—you were unraveling, nerves screaming, body barely holding together.

“you can’t do that anymore, pipsqueak.” he leaned in, biting down lightly on your shoulder. “no more flirting. no more fluttering those pretty lashes at anyone but me.”

you nodded helplessly, tears dotting the corners of your lashes. “yes, yes, caleb—only you—”

his thumb pressed hard against your clit, circling too fast, too firm. your legs kicked from the overstimulation, your voice breaking into a sharp sob.

“caleb—wait, i’m gonna—”

“don’t wait. i want you ruined.”

his voice was thick, rough, heavy with hunger. “i want you drooling, crying, too full of me to even walk.”

he kept going, thrusting deep, relentless, your pleasure turning sharp, electric, too much…

but you couldn’t stop.

your body was betraying you, clutching him tighter, choking on moans, your soaked folds dripping mess onto the desk beneath you.

“look at the camera,” he growled, still filming. “let them see what happens when my baby tries to act like she’s not mine.”

your body tensed under him, mouth falling open in a silent cry. his thumb kept rubbing merciless circles into your clit, even as your walls clamped around him tight, too tight—milking his cock like your body never wanted to let go.

“caleb—i’m close!”

and you did.

your whole body seized. your back arched off the desk. a moan ripped from your throat, loud, obscene, echoing in his sealed room like a siren.

you came hard, soaking him, your thighs trembling, eyes rolling back. the waves of pleasure hit you like a crash of heat and static—blinding, blissful, brutal.

but caleb didn’t stop.

“good girl,” he growled, breath hot against your neck, “but i’m not done.”

he didn’t slow down—just kept pounding into you, letting you ride out your orgasm while forcing your body into another. every thrust knocked the breath from your lungs. your legs twitched. your clit was raw, screaming for mercy.

he held your hips in place like you were nothing but a doll. “you’re gonna come again. you’re going to cry and shake and let me use this tight cunt until i say we’re done.”

you sobbed—somewhere between pain and pleasure, your body going limp beneath him, oversensitive, helpless. you were gushing again, slick dripping down your thighs, your mouth slack and begging.

he finally slammed deep and stilled, buried to the hilt, panting hard.

you thought it was over.

your mind drifted, dizzy and fucked-out.

then you felt his hand move—lifting the camera slowly, angling it to catch the mess between your thighs, your flushed, tear-stained face, the way you twitched when he moved just slightly inside you.

his voice came low, gravelled, thick with satisfaction.

“only i can see you like this.”

his thumb brushed your cheek.

“no one else. ever. and i’m keeping this recording…” he leaned down, lips ghosting over your ear, “as a reminder.”

you gasped, your body jolting weakly beneath him.

then, he drew back just an inch. let your oversensitive walls feel the stretch again. “round two?”

the camera clicked.

still recording.

cut to black.

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Fem ! Caleb again hehe

Someone on twitter said that she would try to sync up their periods,, canon

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Mommy!Mc x Rafayel HC

TW: Fake Incest | Age Gap

MC adores his art that he draws for her. He is such a good boy, learning quickly and she praises him. Supports him all the way. But if he is getting pouty and he doesn't behave properly, she can get real scary, pulling him up on her lap, taking his chin and making him look into her eyes. "What was that Rafayel? Do you want to say that to mommys face again?", she purrs towards him, enjoying the blushing mess he becomes. His ears and cheeks a dark red, his whole body trembling as well as something poking against the fabric of his pants. And she knoooooows how much it riles him up... She will carefully caress his cheek, maybe forcing his mouth open with her thumb, while still having her intense gaze on him. "Where are the bad words hiding in your mouth? Do I need to coax them out with my tongue again or will you be a good boy and behave from now on?"

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Cherished Stolen Heart

Sea Witch MC x Young Sea God Rafayel

TW: Age Gap | Grooming

Sea witch MC captures a young teen Rafayel out of envy for the love he receives for being the next sea god.

She wants to see Lemuria fall after being ostracized by them, for refusing to sacrifice herself for him.

She has him drugged, locked deep in her cave, to make sure he won't be able to escape, watching him longingly as he sleeps. Dreaming about the time when she was his promised bride, how his touches felt...

His false promises of a future together just to be crushed by the realization that she had been the one meant to die for the sake of Lemuria.

But time had passed.

She was almost 40 now...

This new sea god merely a innocent boy.

She softly brushes a few hair strands from his troubled face, his eyebrows furrowed from the potion induced nightmares he was having.

"Shhh... Let yourself fall... Don't fight it..."

She hummed towards him, her delicate fingers dancing over his form, touching him gentle...

Her gaze was filled with a mixture of desire and sorrow as she enjoyed his renewed life form. So soft and pretty... Untouched. She spent days watching him before easing off the intoxicating potion, letting him feel more accustomed to his new home.

She could see the fear in his eyes...

But also something that remembered her.

Maybe she was just imagining things, but it all changed when he started cuddling up to her at night, whispering her long forgotten name... Rubbing himself needily against her, as he gasped for air.

The temptation was irresistible...

She restrained him, devouring every inch of his young body, enjoying every soft whimper and gasp he let out, as she licked and bit his soft skin.

She could feel the heat radiating from him, he pushed himself needily against her, bucking his hips towards her soft thigh all while she invited him into a deep kiss of times long forgotten.

She whispered his name against his lips, as if begging for forgiveness before she grabbed his cock harshly with her hand.

Letting him fuck into her hand, while muffling his moans with her own lips until his whole body began twitching, his back arching against her, as he sputtered out his cum all over his own stomach and her hand. His face was a deep crimson from embarrassment as he gasped for air. She was satisfied, calling him "good boy" telling him how good he was for her.

He was a needy boy. Always eager to taste and feel her, even if she didn't let him.

There were rare occasions where she allowed him to touch her freely, he loved sucking on her big breasts as he fucked eagerly between her lips, not even inside of her, just easing himself off on her, as she was sure to use his mouth as soon as his pent up energy would be used up again.

He was malleable, perfectly fit to become her own little pet, that she would nurture and protect as the light of Lemuria began to dim.

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Genderbend Caleb x Meimei HC

You know whats the best about Caleb?

Even as his genderbend version, Jiejie would still happily fuck her little Meimei

TW: Pseudoincest - Siscon - Piss mentioned

Young MC cuddling with jiejie and nuzzling her face against Jiejies plump breasts.

"So soft.... I hope I'll have big boobs like you when I'm older too, jiejie" she pouts and jiejie makes it a daily good night ritual to massage and squeeze her tiny mounds telling her that it's the best way to make them grow. MC might complain that it's ticklish or weird when her nipples get stiff, but jiejie just reassures her that it's just the feeling of them growing. "Wait let me help you. I know a way how they won't hurt anymore, meimei" she purrs, as she kisses her tiny nips and sucks softly on them, enjoying every single whimper of her meimei. And when meimei complains that she has to pee or that she feels like she did, jiejie gets so proud about making her little sister wet without touching her soft lips. "Don't worry, meimei. Let me help you get clean" - kissing downwards to lick up all her slick, enjoying every single drop of it.

MC is also soooo jealous of her big sisters breasts and jiejie loves egging her on about it.

"What Pip-squeak? You want to be grown up so badly already? Come here.... Maybe your big sister can show you something grown ups like to do a lot. Your tiny tits might juuuust grow from it too" and she just devours her, fingerbanging her while sucking on her mouthful of tiny breasts.

MC is so overwhelmed by it, but loves it and often demands it from her big sis because she firmly believes her breast did grow a bit from it before!!

Jiejie also doesn't care what warm liquid sprays out against her hand and face as she fucks her through her orgasms. She cleans her up diligently afterwards, even if meimei complains that she shouldn't do it cause pee is icky!

This builds up the curiosity of meimei to try it on jiejie too... But her hands are too small to reach anything inside of jiejie so she gets all pouty and sad but jiejie tells her to just lick against that hooded nub instead and that it will make jiejie feel real good. But since meimei likes suckling on her big sis tits way more than sucking on this nub, she gets tired fast and pouty and jiejie cannot say no to her... So she just lets her have her tits again, rubbing against meimeis thigh instead to get off.

Also something about jiejie putting a strapon on meimei and fucking herself on it while lil sis just lays down under her, still happily playing with her breasts.

Jiejie keeps praising her, that she is such a good girl. Completely breathless as she fucks herself over the edge on her and the way her sister looks up at her curiously as she plays so innocently with her breasts just short circuits her.

MC also really wants to try getting fucked with the strapon by her big sis but her sister is very adamant about not doing it until she is loose enough for it to fit. She might even catch her trying to push it in, reminding her, that she is not ready yet:

"Pips! I told you to wait with this.... How many of my fingers can you take so far? Right. Only the pinky and my ring finger.... So how many until you can take the big girl toy? Right. Still two more to go! Now come here and let me cuddle you, my sneaky little menace"

She never scolds her for that tho. She is just worried that she will hurt herself with it and tells her that she just should come to her if she feels tingly down there.

Cause Jiejie makes it go away in a safe way, pinky promise.

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Stalker Caleb Headcanon - DDDNE

TW: Stalking - Grooming - Teacher x Student - Implied Noncon

MC can't help the feeling of being watched as soon as she leaves her house. It often has her run the last few meters home / to school cause she is so scared by it.

Sometimes Caleb makes a game out of it. He is standing in the shadows watching her. Using his evol to make her jump by throwing a can or other trash, enjoying the thrill of seeing her panic and run. On rare occasions he will even indulge into running after her. He is wearing all black with a black mask and hat, so no one will be able to identify him anyways.

Maybe on one of those days he will use his evol to make it impossible for her to shut the door after she ran inside, to follow her. Though he probably has been inside her house a lot already, rummaging through her underwear and rubbing himself off on her bed, but at one point that is just not enough for him anymore.

He needs to fully own her. He is so glad that her guardian seems to be away for work a lot. Makes it easier to get close to her.

Cause little does she know that he is her teacher, the school counsellor at her school, watching her even there.

Maybe he will scare her deliberately at school too, letting something fall in the bathroom, when she is alone just to see her jump again.

He loves playing with her fear.

She tells him readily about her nightmares and fears too with him being a trusty teacher to her - He's so aroused from her shaking and quivering while she retells her biggest fears.

Also whenever she gets attention from boys her age, her life somehow gets worse. The scary incidents increase and he has her sobbing in her office. - Getting off on seeing her cry like that.

"You know, Pips. This might be those boys... I know that is hard to accept but sometimes they like to play pranks like that. It's probably best if you don't talk to them anymore.", he will tell her and she fully believes him cause he had always been so so kind to her.

He will probably also give her the cold shoulder eventually, to drive her mad, while scary things keep happening to her, maybe even rumors going around about her, getting her ostracized from her fellow students. Acting as if he was too busy to talk and support her only to make her more pliable in the end - her being already codependent on him emotionally.

There will mostlikely be assault at some point too, just because he is a greedy man and can't hold back for much longer. It makes it easier for him to continue being that strong pillar for her as the "one person" that seemingly cares for her too.

He will play mindgames with her trauma, breaking her until she is malleable enough to be formed into his perfect little plaything. Telling her he can make her feel good and that she doesn't need to be scared of sex, if she just allows him to show her.

(This is most likely going on for years until it becomes her "normal". He might even convince her to marry him along the lines.)

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Tainted Golden Hands

Banquet Ablaze did some things to me..

This is a short headcanon about how Rafayel might take revenge on a famous goldsmith.

TW: knife play | torture (not detailed)

Rafayel has never been into the bloodthirsty type of killing. He does it thoughtfully in an artistic, poetic way. Ending the ones that hurt him and his people in gruesome, yet most appropriate ways possible.

A famous Goldsmith using Lemurian scales and pearls in all of his highly sought after pieces. Having killed and captured dozens of innocent children of the sea without repercussions :

Gifting him expensive gems that are so highly toxic, they will push you into a delirious state of mind, giving him the chance to pluck him like a chicken too, collecting his useless tears that won't even turn into shiny pearls, until there is nothing left to cry about.

Maybe taking his hands to prevent him from indulging in his craft anymore...

Who knows or he dips his hands in molten gold? Just torturing them until they pass out.

He also uses his connection to not get exposed while indulging into his twisted revenge game.

He often uses them as an excuse to take MC with him to show her parts of his past, having blissful moments before he has to confront his past trauma.

And after?

He will lay her down on a big canvas.

Worshipping her, adorning her with whatever he took from his little visit of that old friend, to embed it into the art piece.

He is open about all this.

She knows what he has done that evening and she feels for him.

Sometimes, when it all gets too much, he crumbles. Feeling the dread eat him up so much that he begs her to cut him.

To release these pent up feelings that have haunted him for ages.

Indulging in his beloved knife play that he can only ever do with her, because he trust her with his life.

His master.

He makes a whole exhibition with the art pieces that get created through all of this.

Every one of them has a piece of its victims.

Just how these disgusting people used parts of Lemurian beauties for their pleasure too...

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tw: sub!sylus if you don’t like freaky shit pls don’t ready thank u <3

Sylus was a dream, laid bare in all his magnificent, muscled glory in a single cushion loveseat, legs hooked over the arms sluttily, looking up at you with pleading carmine eyes.

“Oh, my love you look so pretty like this.” You smile, looming over him as his fingers tug desperately at his throbbing length, savoring the way his mouth parts and lets out a choked groan, cascading spittle from above, letting it drop agonizingly slow down onto his blushing cock head.

Sylus think he might die. Like really die.

It’s been hours of orgasm denial, letting him fuck his hand and tug at his cum heavy balls til he was almost seeing stars, ordering him to stop as he sobs for release, leaving him throbbing and panting.

“Please, Kitten— haaah— let me cum.” His hips are bucking up into nothing, his mind melting into desire and hunger. You tsk, shaking your head at him as you wrap your delicate little fingers around him, thumb coming up to plug up his leaking slit.

“Sy, I thought I told you to show me how you really cum when you’re by yourself.” You cooed, bending down so your face was mere inches from his, only coming closer to lick the drool from the corner of his parted lips.

“I- I told you didn’t, I?” He whines, trying his best to hold back the way his hips are shaking in your grasp, crying out when you squeeze your warm palm so delicately around his length, bringing so close to his euphoria that his toes curl. “I don’t cum without you.”

You laughed, a maniacal sound leaving you, his eyes widening in realization. You knew. You knew he was lying.

You had stopped by the base the night before, dropping in to bring over a new record you had picked up that morning, excited to listen to it with Sylus. Pushing his bedroom door slightly open without knocking, peeking through the slit in the door.

And that’s when you saw him.

Facing away from you on all fours, one burly arm craning unnaturally behind him, wet index finger slipping in and out of his pretty, puckering hole as his hips rutted feverishly into the mattress below him.

You squeezed your thighs together as you remembered the way he panted your name, ducking out as you watched him cum, painting the dark sheets below him a contrasting white.

“Now, Sylus, would you like to lie to me again? Or be a good boy and show me how you cum?” Your eyes felt heavy, body overcome with desire as you watched his right hand grasp his cock, stopping the right as it tried to move down, pulling his long digits between your lips and letting your saliva wash over them.

He was nothing if not obedient, keeping you locked within his gaze as he teases himself with his pointer finger, poking and prodding at his tight entrance while stroking his shaft, lips bright red as he pulled them between his lips.

You hum a small sound of approval, stepping back to watch him pleasure himself, spread eagle and waiting for your praise. “Oh look at you, handsome man, so eager to please.” You croon.

Your foot finds its way to him, toes splaying against his full balls and massaging, “Though you did seem a bit more excitable on your own, are you not pleased with me, my love?”

His hips stutter, pushing the ball of your foot even harder against his balls, a mix of pain and pleasure surging through him, “Never, Kitten.” He gushes, a pleasure tear filled smile gracing his angled features and beaming up at you.

Your heart swells as he continues, “Just being watched by you is enough to make me cum.” His eyes practically have hearts in them, his slender finger being accompanied by another now, both surging in and out at such a sultry pace, his moans bouncing off the walls of his bedroom.

Your thighs are pressed ever so tightly together, trying to give yourself a bit of friction as your slick pools between your legs at the pussy throbbing sight in front of you. Your underwear is soaked, sticking to your drooling folds, becoming a nuisance.

His hands— both of them— speed up, fucking himself into pure bliss, head lolling back and finally breaking eye contact for the first time. You bend down, pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them at him. His head snaps as soon as the soaked fabric makes contact, eyes widening at the way they sit delicately over his cock now.

“For me?” The glee in his voice is undeniable, even if you couldn’t see the smile on his face grow even wider. “T- Thank you Kitten.”

He pulls his hand from his straining shaft, wrapping the lacy garment around his knuckles and bringing it to his face. Watching him in awe and adoration as he brings it to his nose, taking a deep breath in before suckling on the wet patch. The sound that escaped him could only be described as a growl, deep and animalistic.

“Pathetic.” You mewl, your own fingers coming down to play at your clit. You needed something, and you knew it would kill him to watch you pleasure yourself instead of letting him devour you, apparent from the furrow in his brow as he watches you. He pulls your panties from his lips, a long string of saliva and slick keeping them tethered as he brought it to his cock.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He sobs, wrapping the soaked cloth around his hard shaft. You cant help yourself, dropping to your knees, almost giving the illusion of subservience before you’re pulling his finger from his pulsing hole (not without him crying out), hands clamping onto the back of his thighs to keep his legs spread as you spit onto the barely gaped hole. You needed stimulation, pulling a discarded pillow from the floor and wedging it between your legs.

“Hmm, you got it so pretty for me, Sy.” And that depraved smile gracing your face has his cock twitching in his grasp, precum spilling out of his weepy tip and staining your panties, wrapped so tightly around him. It really shouldn’t have made him wanna cum so bad.

Your fingers are smaller, shorter Sylus notes, opening his mouth and lolling out his tongue like the most obedient little pup and letting you press down on the back of his tongue, a small gag escaping his lips and covering your fingers in his sweet spit.

Sylus can’t believe how good he feels, how perfect you fit as you push three dainty fingers inside him, hooking them into that sweet spot he didn’t even think to touch. Not without you.

His eyes are rolling back, thrashing and wailing sweet little sounds as he sprays out a thick white, his balls pulling close against his body as he cums, tight muscle flexing around your fingers as you continue to work that divine little spot furiously.

And you’re totally in awe, drooling slightly as you watch him try his best to keep his hand pumping at the same pace, repeating sweet, fucked out ‘I’m sorry’s’ like a mantra.

You’re cumming all over the decorative pillow, hole spasming around nothing as you watch his own milky release drip down his chin, sliding across his abs and into that pretty little patch of hair above his base. He was so perfectly pathetic, writhing while stroking himself into stimulation as an apology, your fingers still stuffed deeply inside him. Fucked out smiles gracing both of your faces.

“Oh Sylus, you’ve started such a dangerous little game.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hiiii I hope you all enjoyed <3 i rlly do think sylus would look so pretty like this <3 brb gonna go look up sub!sylus art one handed :P

xoxo,

Hachi

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Fuck. Caleb has no idea how he ended up in this situation. The last thing he remembers is your pretty, doe-like eyes, wide with mischief, and that perverted smile curling at your plush lips, hypnotizing him.

"Trust me, baby. You’ll like it."

He’s not so sure about that now.

The ropes on his arms feel foreign—usually, it’d be you bound up, whining and pleading for more from him. But now, he’s the one spread out, wrists tugged above his head, muscles twitching under the restraints as he watches you beneath him, breath shallow. His cock stands flushed and aching between his legs, contrasting the cool, glistening metal resting against his tip.

"Relax, Caleb," you murmur, trailing your fingers down his stomach, light and teasing. "You trust me, don’t you?"

He does. God, he does. But the unfamiliar weight of hesitance is coiled tight in his gut, warring with the sharp edge of anticipation. The slick press of the instrument at his slit is so delicate, nearly innocent. His fingers flex against the bindings, jaw tightening as heat builds low in his stomach.

He swallows hard, throat drying up. "Baby, I don’t- Fuck- I-I don’t even know what I’m doing…"

"That’s okay," you purr, watching the way his body shudders. "You don’t have to. I made sure to do aaaaall my research before this. It won’t hurt….too much?"

Caleb lets out a sharp exhale, his fingers curling into fists against the restraints. His heart is hammering against his ribs, his voice rough around the edges. "Not sure that’s making me feel any better, honey." 

You only smile, tilting your head as you give the dilator the slightest push forward. His jaw clenches as the cool metal dips past the tight ring of his slit, and oh, fuck, that’s….that’s different. His hips stutter, his body caught between retreat and curiosity. His cock twitches, betraying him, and he glares down at the rod teasing the entrance of his cock like it’s personally offended him. 

You hold it still between your fingers, the gleaming silver catching the light, and Caleb watches it with wide, cautious eyes like it’s a weapon you’re driving into his heart. Catching the emotions swirling on his face, your smile turns softer, lips finding his inner thigh. “It’s thinner than you think. I’ll go slow. Just focus on what you feel, alright?”

He doesn’t answer—can’t answer, too busy trying not to flinch as you let the weight and gravity do most of the work, easing the rod in millimeter by millimeter. His cock jolts in your grip, and his hips shift instinctively like he doesn’t know whether to push away or into you.

“‘S okay?” you ask quietly.

Caleb nods quickly, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of him. “Yeah. Yeah, just…fuck, it’s cold.”

Then, the rod really begins to sink in. His jaw drops, lips parting in a half gasp, half moan as the pressure builds—it’s not pain, but it’s also not pleasure. Not yet, at least. It was more like a bizarre, alien stretch that lights up nerves he didn’t even know existed. With every slow inch, a sensation crawled up from deep within, growing fuller, heavier, and Caleb was heaving even without being touched properly.

“I- God, baby-” He breathes heavily, pupils blown wide. “Wh- What the hell is that?”

“I don’t even-” he groans again as you press just a little deeper, until the rod slips past the tightest part and settles in like it belongs there. His thighs jerk, but your grip steadies him. “S’mthing like this should hurt, right? It’s not supposed to- Ah fuck- Fuck baby, feels like it’s in my stomach.”

You grin. You have him right where you want him to be. “That’s your prostate saying hi, Colonel.”

Caleb laughs, but the noise breaks in the middle. “...Tell it to back the fuck off.”

You hum, amused, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. “Hm. That wasn’t your safeword, was it?” you ask sweetly, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke.

He jolts. Hard.

“Hey-” His jaw tightens as the sound shifts inside him with your movement, pressing against the slick, sensitive walls of his urethra. It’s like there’s a pulse inside him now—like the pleasure is coming from within, surging outward from the center of his cock in waves.

Your hand glides up, mercilessly, expertly- overly patient. Waiting for him to surrender. His length pulses helplessly in your grip, and a fresh bead of precum pushes out around the sound, thick and shiny.

He lets out a ragged breath. “Okay, okay- I get it. New kink unlocked. Ten out of ten. We can stop now, and try this another time when I’m more prepa-”

But you don’t stop. You give him another pump, firmer this time, and watch the way he tenses, words caught in his throat. You hum again, pleased, your hand trailing up to the head of his cock. ”Still not your safeword,” you remark sarcastically, thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath the head. Not enough to push him over. Just enough to remind him how badly he wants it despite all his hesitation and denial.

He growls. Actually growls, eyes snapping to yours. “You’re mean.”

You pout, mockingly innocent. “You said I could try anything I wanted.”

“I didn’t think you meant torturing me with a goddamn sword in my dick.”

You laugh and start moving again—but this time slower. Languid. Mean, like he complained about. The rod shifts with every stroke, pressing deeper, drawing out tight, involuntary spasms from the depths of his body. He’s gasping now, body tight like a livewire, trapped between frustration and desperate need.

“Baby-” he whines, voice breaking on his next words as his head falls back against the headboard. “Baby, it feels weird feels so so weird-”

You stop.

Caleb feels like he’s about to die.

His breath is uneven, the flush on his ears quickly spreading to his cheeks. “Baby, please, ‘m losing my fuckin’ mind-”

You squeeze enough to make him twitch again. His hips try to buck, but the restraints hold him down, and it drives him up the wall. The metal glides with his motion, brushing something deep—too deep, he thinks—and he chokes on his own moan. 

“I want you to lose your mind,” you mumble, kissing his thigh before gently sinking your teeth into his skin. “That’s the whole point.”

He’s trembling—has been, for a while, and your bite does nothing to soothe the storm of sensations traveling through his nervous system.

You can feel the tension radiating off him in waves, his entire body vibrating with the struggle between wanting more and being overwhelmed. The storm inside him is palpable, and you can practically taste the need rolling off his skin.

“Caleb,” you coax, voice dripping with honeyed seduction. “Just let go. You’re already doing so well.”

He shakes his head frantically. “No, no, no- I can’t. I can’t-” The words tumble from his lips, desperate and pleading. His arms strain against the bindings, his body instinctively searching for more friction, more release. The dilator inside him throbs with every movement, and the heat in his stomach builds dangerously close to a breaking point.

Your hand moves with deliberate slowness, tracing the length of his cock while the sound nestles deep within him. He’s close. Too close. The tension builds, unbearable. “You can. You just have to let yourself feel it.”

Caleb’s breath hitches in his throat as you pick up the pace just a little, reveling in the way his body responds. Every jerk, every shudder, is a testament to your control over him.

“Please,” he gasps out, his eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t- Haah-! Please! Just wanna-”

But you hold him there, poised at the edge. You can see the desperation etched into his features, the way his body strains against the restraints as he fights for a release that feels so close yet just out of reach.

“So close.” Your thumb presses down just on the head of his cock, leisurely circling around the handle of the sounding rod. He whimpers, the sound a mixture of frustration and pleasure that has you wanting to draw out more. “So close, baby. Just a little more. You can take it.”

He arches as you drag your hand again, the combination of your motions and the metal creating a tension that has him throbbing with need. “Please!” he cries, the word spilling from his lips in a rush. “I’m begging you, just let me-”

You tighten your hold just enough to keep him on the edge, your thumb moving in a teasing rhythm that’s driving him up the wall. “But I want your eyes open, baby,” you coo softly. “Want you to see how pretty you fall apart.”

Immediately, his eyes dart open to meet yours, a mix of need and disbelief swirling within their purple depths. “You’re killing me,” he pants, voice laced with desperate longing.

“I’m not killing you. We’re just playing, baby. Finding out what makes you tick, hm?” You lean in, lips pressing a kiss to his cock as you apply a bit more pressure on the dilator.

Caleb’s body betrays him, the muscles in his thighs tightening, his cock pulsing beneath your grip. “Can’t hold it- can’tholditcan’tholditican’tican’t-”

“You’re not supposed to,” you mumble, voice muffled by the kisses you press along his length. As you drag your tongue over his entire cock, the rod shifts deep inside him simultaneously, and the combined sensations finally push him over the edge.

He comes with a keening, high-pitched sound, his torso lifting off the bed, cum spilling in thick, hot pulses around the metal, the orgasm tearing through him so deep and measured it looks like it hurts. Repeated cries of your name leave him, tremors running through his hips and legs as his cum drips down onto your fingers.

You hold him through it, feeling the heat radiating from his body and the overwhelmed shudders as he rides out the waves of pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” you murmur, caressing him gently, letting him bask in the bliss longer than he thought possible. “Just breathe.”

You slow your movements, allowing him to come down slowly, savoring the feeling of him still trembling against your touch. He collapses back onto the bed, panting hard, eyes glazed over  as he tries to process what just happened.

Caleb’s chest heaves as he lies there, boneless and completely undone. His wrists strain weakly against the restraints, more out of reflex than any real attempt to move. Sweat slicks his skin, clinging to the line of his throat, and his lashes flutter with each heavy, ragged breath.

You watch him, quietly captivated. The rise and fall of his body, the dazed look in his eyes—like he just survived something holy and horrible and gorgeous all at once. You reach up and carefully undo the bindings, careful not to jostle him too much. His arms drop with a groan, and you catch one before it hits the bed too hard, guiding it to rest along his side.

He doesn’t speak. Just breathes. Stares at the ceiling like it might have answers.

The sound still rests deep inside him, barely shifting with his post-orgasm twitches. You’re patient with him, waiting until the sharpness of his gasps fades into something slower before you finally—gently—slide the rod free. Caleb hisses, the feeling more sensitivity than pain, and his whole body shudders once more as you place the tool aside and press a soft kiss to the base of his cock.

“You,” he finally rasps, his voice hoarse. “What just…”

You giggle quietly, wiping your fingers clean before shuffling up beside him, one hand sliding across his stomach. “C’mon baby,” you whisper, lips brushing his collarbone. “Didn’t I tell you you’d like it?”

He turns his head slowly to look at you, pupils still blown wide. He looks completely wrecked—and utterly in love. “You’re insane,” he whines, laughter bubbling up despite his exhaustion. “I think you just broke me.”

You smile, brushing your fingers through his hair, heart racing at how much he’s surrendered to you. “Good. That was the idea.”

Caleb lets out a rough, shaky breath and pulls you down into him, his arms wrapping tight around your waist like you might float away if he doesn’t. “You’re evil,” he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin. “I have no idea how you roped me into that.”

You smile and nuzzle back, fingers tenderly squeezing his skin. “Because you love me. Aaaand….you didn’t safeword.”

“I was- I was this close, pipsqueak.” His protest is weak, gesturing with his thumb and forefinger apart before letting his arm flop limply over your body again. “But I couldn’t even remember it. You broke my brain. I hope you’re proud.”

Another quiet giggle escapes you and he huffs, nuzzling further into your neck like he’s trying to crawl under your skin. “I’m not moving,” he declares, the words muffled by your skin. “I deserve cuddle compensation after being pushed to my limit.”

“Oh yeah?” you tease, rubbing soothing circles into his back. “But you’re not denying liking it.”

He exhales a breath that sounds suspiciously close to a contented sigh and mutters, “Greedy girl.”

But he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t even try. He just melts into you, warm and limp, clinging to you like a man whose entire soul has decided this—your arms, your breath, your heartbeat—is the safest place in the world.