#🍒; L

[rq-idol]

i' ve been dating tfems consistently for like 2-3 years now , i love the experience , i love women and gnc women and transwomen in general but man ,,, the great thing about being poly and dating pan people is that i can say i want others and my partners will be ok with it . i want a tmasc to worship and order me around and forcemasc me . i want to be great like them , i want them to be powerful and commanding and in charge . i' ve seen so much masculine negativity and all it makes me realize is how powerful and attractive masculine people are

[mwphisto]

Sylus hates his neck being touched.

You came to this realization one night when sitting on the couch beside him. Your fingers making their way to pinch at his ear lobe when he wouldn’t give you the remote. His neck hadn’t been your target, but his shoulder immediately shot up to block it off entirely at the sight of your fingers.

You didn’t mention it, acted like you didn’t even catch the very obvious flinch, and pinched his earlobe as planned. Last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable, it wasn’t even worth teasing him over.

Ever since, you’ve made a mental note of steering clear of Sylus’ neck… until now.

Your fingers found their anchor on the silk of Sylus’ shirt, fisting the material so tightly you felt as if it would rip apart under your hold. “Sy, please…” you needed him to hold you harder, kiss you harder, as if his presence wasn’t already all consuming. All you could see, taste, feel, smell, hear.

He flooded each of your senses, warm hands splayed across your hips and subtly guiding you in a rocking motion. “Please what?” Hushed, as if it physically hurt him to pull away from your lips for that long.

You could only manage a whine at his lips melting into yours again, the kisses bruising and wet. You’re losing yourself in him, so dazed by the force of his love that your fingers unravel from his clothing and slide inward.

Somewhere in your haze, you had known your intention was to cup his face. You needed to keep him close.

And, yet? Your hands had stopped once they wrapped around the column of his neck. Your hold wasn’t hard, nor was it restricting. But a gentle presence, a warm weight.

Sylus moaned audibly, making your eyes fly open with a gasp when you realized where your hands had stopped. There was a slew of apologizes on your tongue, ready to let go and beg for his forgiveness for crossing such a line.

Instead? Sylus shoved his tongue past your parted lips. A large hand leaving your waist to grab the back of your neck and pull you against him harder than before. He liked it.

[connorsui]

Hi! Can I ask for a Sylus fluff, where he gives the reader his bank card for her to go shopping, and he expects a bill to be at least $10,000, but all he sees is about $100. So he asks her if she bought everything she wanted, and she says something like "yeah, there were such good discounts, I didn't spend too much, did I?"

And man is just ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ GIRL GO SPEND MY MONEY I WANT TO SPOIL YOU

My beloved @lalaluch I cannot explain to you just how much fun this was to even imagine but let alone even WRITE 🩷 like I was losing my mind trying to bust out my Google docs to even make this. But my sickness was literally getting to me that all I could do was imagine--but anywhoo now that it's finally done I hope you all enjoy it ✨️

p.s: I hope this sickness finally leaves me because it be making me internally cry on the inside ...I pray for prayers lol 💅🏻

BUDGET QUEEN

It had taken weeks of gentle coaxing, half-joking remarks, and the occasional exasperated sigh before you’d reluctantly agreed. You had this stubborn streak, an insistence on independence that both irritated and fascinated him. But today, you’d finally caved.

“You’ll take it,” Sylus had said that morning, slipping the sleek card into your hand, his fingers brushing against your palm. “No arguments. No excuses.”

You had sighed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. But I’m not going crazy with it?!”

He had only smirked, knowing full well you would—and knowing full well that he wanted you to.

And now, hours later, he awaited the results.

Sylus leaned back in his leather chair, his crimson eyes flicking lazily over the documents cluttering his desk. A rare break in his usual chaos had him sipping on his usual drink, savoring the brief quiet. That was until his phone buzzed. He set his glass down and checked the notification, a message from his bank popping up.

He expected it—he wanted it. You had finally caved to his insistence after a literal month of convincing and taken his black card to go shopping. He’d envisioned the inevitable message all morning, something like:

One-hundred million spent at Celine and The Row’s combined?

Or perhaps?

Fifty million at Loro Piana?

You’d mentioned their beauty and elegance more than once.

Nevertheless, the man wanted indulgence, excess—you deserved it, after all.

Instead, the message read:

$157.45 at… Assorted Stores.

Sylus stared at the screen, unblinking. Surely, this was a mistake. He refreshed his balance multiple times. Same amount. He checked for pending transactions. None.

“…What?” he muttered, his irritation simmering beneath the surface. He slammed his phone down, crossing his arms as he waited for you to return.

Minutes later, the front door opened, and you walked in, humming happily, two bags dangling from your arms. You looked utterly content, your warm smile sending a pang through Sylus’s chest. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he had questions.

“You’re back,” he said, leaning against the doorframe to his study, watching you set the bags down in the living room. His towering presence cast a shadow over you, his white hair catching the light, giving him an almost otherworldly aura.

“Yup!” you chirped, rifling through the bags. “You wouldn’t believe the deals I found today! It’s like the universe knew I had your card!”

Sylus squinted. “Deals?”

“Yeah! Everything was on sale! I even had coupons for some things. Oh, and this boutique downtown was having a clearance event! It was amazing!” You beamed at him, oblivious to his growing disbelief.

“Clearance? ..…How much did you spend?” he asked, his voice neutral. Too neutral.

“Um…” You frowned, pulling your phone out to check. “About a few hundred, I think? Oh, wait—like one-fifty! I didn’t spend too much, did I?” You tilted your head, as if genuinely concerned.

Sylus stared at you, his expression shifting to one of incredulous disbelief. His red eyes seemed to glow, and his lips pressed into a thin line. It was the look of a man deeply offended. Not by you—but by the principle.

“…That’s it?” he asked, his voice sharp but measured, as if he were trying to comprehend an alien concept. “One-fifty?”

You blinked up at him, a little confused by his tone. “Well, yes… I mean, I didn’t want to waste your money—”

“Waste my—” He cut himself off, running a hand through his snowy hair. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. “Sweetheart,” he said slowly, “do you have any idea why I gave you my card?”

“To… buy some stuff?” you offered, suddenly feeling like you were missing something obvious.

“To spoil you,” he emphasized, stepping closer. “To treat you like the queen you are. To shower you in luxury. And you—” He gestured to the modest shopping bags on the floor, his voice taking on a dramatic edge. “—come back with clearance items?”

Your cheeks flushed. “But… I didn’t need anything expensive! I found good deals, and I thought—”

“No.” Sylus leaned down slightly, bringing himself to eye level with you, his crimson eyes boring into yours. “Listen to me, love. I don’t care about the price tag. I want you to have the best. The fact that you’re this thoughtful is adorable—don’t get me wrong—but next time…” He paused, his voice dropping into a softer, more commanding tone. “…I want to see receipts that would make the average person cry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not.” He straightened, towering over you again, his arms crossing. “Do you know how much money I make? How much I’ve set aside specifically to spoil you?”

“I can guess?…”

“Clearly not if you’re spending less than a casual dinner out on everything.” His voice was calm, but laced with unmistakable disapproval.

Then, with a breath, he softened—only slightly. “I just want to see you dressed in diamonds,” he corrected, stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. “To watch you slip into golden heels that make you shine like the goddess you are. To drape you in silk and velvet, to see you standing before me in a dress that costs more than a car and still doesn’t compare to your worth.”

Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the sudden weight in his words.

“I gave you my card,” he continued, voice lower now, intimate, “because I want you to indulge. To spoil yourself the way I ache to spoil you. Because you deserve to walk into a store and not think—just watch and admire”

Your throat went dry.

He lifted his hand, fingers brushing over your wrist before tracing upward, his touch featherlight against your skin. “I want to see you try on jewelry without looking at the price tag,” he murmured. “I want to sit back and watch as a saleswoman fumbles to put a necklace around your throat because her hands are shaking too much from the sheer amount of wealth wrapped around you.”

His gaze dipped lower, lingering on your frame as he exhaled through his nose. “And instead… you bring me deals?”

Your heart pounded, a mix of amusement and something else entirely stirring in your chest. “I didn’t think I needed to spend that much—”

“You don’t need to,” he interrupted, thumb ghosting over your jawline. His voice was softer now, but no less commanding. “But I want you to.”

Your face heated.

“Next time, I’m going with you.”

“What, to make sure I spend enough?” you teased.

“Yes,” he said, dead serious. “And to carry your bags. And to remind you that you can have whatever you want.” His red eyes softened slightly, and he tilted your chin up with two fingers. “All I want is to see you happy. No discounts required.”

You smiled at his sincerity, warmth blooming in your chest. “Okay, fine. Next time, I’ll go a little crazier. Maybe five million?” you joked.

Sylus groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

You laughed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”

“And you’re too frugal for your own good,” he shot back, pulling you into his arms. His voice softened, turning almost playful. “But I guess I’ll just have to teach you how to spend properly.”

“Looking forward to it,” you said, grinning against his chest.

Sylus sighed, resting his chin atop your head. As much as he wanted to spoil you senseless, he couldn’t help but love your thoughtful, practical side. It was part of what made you you—and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Still, next time… he was definitely making sure you left the store with at least an entire closet filled with designer bags.

For his sanity—and yours.

[cherimoyatea]

My Body is ready. My Wallet is not.

[rainbowchip2003]

tommy lee with a VERY uncomfortable-looking harry styles (2017)

[chrollohearttags]

thought I wanted to deactivate, I just needed to filter my tags again.

[rq-idol]

transqueer-voca -> rq-idol idk if this intro is temp or permanent anymore i wanted a new start / rebrand ++ better notifs so here we are !!

i go by div/diviner/doll/puppet/miku and mirror names , feel free to assign me any new ones !! looking for L names currently !! i go by any/mirror pronouns , my gender is whatever makes you want to kiss me (pangender/gendermirror) , and for my orientation ... what are you? gay? why do you need to know who i like ... ( feel free to ask , i just want to make a joke out of it !! ) i' m a chrono adult , cis poc + multilingual (eng/esp native hispanic) , part of a system , comp-contact (feel free to ask!) , please don' t flirt with me if you ' re chrono -16 (subject to change idk) , and if you wanna transition to anything i have / with me i' m open to that !! don' t be scared to interact / sends asks / dm / tag me , i love making friends and spam interacting with people !!

there are 3? hosts in our side system that will post here ( the main sys will not be posting here ) our parts / aspects / facets can be treated interchangeably . diviner is the primary / default , others will show themselves overtime with people they / we trust  

larger focus on being a system , being parasocial , more ill posting separated from transids , generally a more me blog !! ids , interests , labels , and more under the cut  

trans : gender . race . species . age . harmen . peaceful + harmless . did / c-did . programmed . stalked / stalker . severity . adored . idol . ytber / streamer . permastalked . others

tris : plural . traumaendo . npd . intersex . disabled . groomed / groomer . abused . manipulated

cis : hpd . bpd . audhd . osdd1 . obsessive . parasocial . psychotic . latino/a . native . mixed race feel free to suggest me any sort of labels !! i love hoarding especially transids and xenogenders !!

para : social ( fr tho if you want to know these just be a freak and ask in my dms )

muds : suggest me ones idk

tagging system more in depth interests list ++ carrd/rentry wip generally into hoyoverse , mcyt , streamers (being weird over them) , og content creators , others private . i like getting into things others like so please ramble to me !! banner creds

byf: pro rq ; pro transids ; pro consent ; pro/compship ; pro para, ; comp contact dni: standard dni ; basedqueers / lsdqueers ; anti - endos ; generally anti consent ; just don' t be a bigot or hurt people without it being agreed on, ok?  

umm imagine blinkies / userboxes here lmao

[mwphisto]

He's a big baby - a huge baby even - when he's sick.

You love him to bits regardless, where most people would probably roll their eyes, you jump on the chance to dote on him. Sylus, your big, strong, adorable lover, was reduced to a whiny little mess when his nose was stuffy and his head throbbed.

"I can't believe they let you in..." a cool towel lies across his brow, voice thick with sleep and nasally from the sickness. "Of course they let me in, they're worried about their boss man since he rarely gets sick." You were worried too. Cold or not, you hated seeing Sylus anything less than perfect. It was just so... unlike him.

"I'll be fine, just need to rest." But he was peering at you from under the cool towel, eyes glossy and filled with need. A silent plea for you to take care of him, baby him even, you never got chances like this.

"I'll stay with you, to assure you actually rest like you're supposed to." Slowly, the towel goes back down, but you see the little twitch in the corner of his lips. He's pleased, and that makes your heart flutter.

"I brought you some cold medicine. It won't get rid of the symptoms all together but it'll dull them enough... you got the cold from me after all. I told you that you should have worn a mask." Sylus groans, his evol snatching the bag from your hand and holding it out of your reach. "I don't need any medicine, just you."

"That's silly and you know it."

But his evol is wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards the bed and lifting you onto it. "Sylus!" As much as you wanted to scold him, you couldn't help but swoon at his stubborn acts of affection. He didn't want anything but you. "I just need..." and he's pushing himself up just to push you down against the pillows.

"...you." he's crawling on top of you, body radiating heat from his fever as he puts every pound of his weight on top of you. His head, hot and slightly damp from the towel, finds its home on your breasts.

The air is punched out of your lungs by his weight, but you can feel his once tense body melt into yours and you'd be damned if you complained now. "A-alright, fine. But please take some of the medicine I bought. Your head will thank you."

A beat of silence, then two, "I'll take it only if you feed it to me." So he wanted the full babying experience, huh? "...Fine."

[connorsui]

"But what would you do if she stabs you!?"

Sylus: If my wife stabbed me, I'd thrust myself deeper into the blade just to be a few inches closer to her...

"...."

Sylus: but, that's just me, I don't know

[cherimoyatea]

Verdant Haven of Hearts 🍁

[1ntrusive-7houghts]

Malakai and Vincent; They/He/it

Alters in a System of an afab(25y)

📸Kai is 29, strictly top, “straight”, terrible father and asshole big brother

🐀Vince is 27, top leaning switch, raging queer, unpredictable brother and tortured son

Will tag stuff for other alters or the body, otherwise we don't tag unless it's an op so, just block us

Trigger Warning List-

Violent cnc central themes stalking, obsession, blood, g0re, snvff, n3cr0/crime scenes, kidnapping, retraumatization, brainwashing/reprogramming, (forced)ageregg, lncest, drvgging, intox, somno, piss, spit, etc.

I'll add more if I have to. If you don't want to see any of that, block me and fuck off🤷🏻

Bio cont.-

Spam likes are welcome, as I don't pay attention to my notifications much anyways. DMs open, if you like. I tend not to reach out to avoid seeming like an actual creep.

I don't mind a chat though.

I do actually understand consent, believe it or not. These are all fake scenarios between adults over 18. Though I'd rather you be 20+, I don't actually look unless I follow. I do not condone the disgusting reality of these situations, and would never put someone through it unless asked.

Get off or get out idc, either way, leave me out of it. Enjoy.

[rainbowchip2003]

whats up home-skillets?😎

so uhhh i just found out tommy sung lead vocals on a mötley crüe song?? it's 'brandon' from generation swine (i never actually listened to the album until recently—i was just never that interested)

and i don't wanna be mean since it's dedicated to tommy's first son but??? I'M SCREAMING WTF IS THISSS😭😭 when i heard this for the first time, i laughed so hard i almost threw up

disclaimer: i don't hate tommy's singing (i love 'good times' bc it makes me sick with nostalgia—especially during the summer) but this sucks camel balls

[sapphiclvrgrl]

Hey, I know this is supposed to be a horny page lol so I hope it’s okay to say that but I feel a lot empathetic about you going through some shit like mentally and stuff. It’s kinda brave of you to voice it in a way here, and I hope you are well surrounded and cared for outside this blog (and even in the context of it). I wish you the best on your healing journey 🤍

Also thank you for this blog, strolling through it is one of those things that helps me escape this shit reality a bit lately.

Anyway, this is the second time I do this on this app I’m low-key nervous, so sorry if this is awkward + English’s not my first language, bear with me for any mistake 😔✋🏻

Take good care of yourself gorgeous 💋

L🍒

thank you 🫶🫶🫶 this is always nice to hear

[fxckingdvmbass]

Hello tis I!~

I go by the name Conner/Cassanova/Oliver/Sora but mainly Conner!

pronouns are Xe/They/It/Kit/Pup/Wolf/Fairy/Star/Xin/He! if you can't use the neopronouns just use they/it/He

im trans male

um um um, i has autism and im a DID system with currently 190+ headmates counted

uhhhhh i draw

uhhh im weird

i have nothing else to put but yah

UPDATE

So i have made tags for some stuff, so ima list them

#🫐😇🎤 -Boyfriend

#🍒🔥😈 -Girlfriend

#🌹😈♥️ -Senpai

#🔫🔥🖕 -Pico

if there is an 'x' between two or more tags(ex: 🔫🔥🖕x🌹😈♥️ or 🔫🔥🖕x🌹😈♥️x🍒🔥😈x🫐😇🎤) its ship art between them

[rq-idol]

tagging system ++ small system parts intro !!

🎤 — chatter : original posts/text posts or rambles 🎧 — reblogs : reblogs of any kind 🖍️ — ramblings : things i relate to or thoughts i have that i want to share ❓ — asks : answers to asks/requests 📚 — id hoard : a general tag for labels , regardless of if they fit me or not , mostly so others can see them / for larger reach 🖌️ — my ids : labels i or others in the system identify with 🍨 — mutuals : responses to friends / mutuals , feel free to ask for a custom emoji ! 🎀 — lovers : posts about my partners 🌂 — masterposts : lead you to important info / general navigation 🌀 — untagged : posts that are missing some sort of tag  

e; name - sys member signoff 💿; div 🪻; miku 🍒; L 🔮; shards - anonymous/blurry/collective, fine to assume div  

div/diviner/fu xuan ☆ any/mirror/shi/neos/ask ☆ host/gatekeeper/janusian/default fronter ☆ subsys of at least 2 ☆ assume i' m the main fronter , even if i blend with others ☆ moderate - severe tq ( extra spacing everywhere , sometimes fancier talking )

miku/mirror/doll/puppet/mei ★ any/mirror/neos ★ co-host/subfacet/shell/delight + related terms ★ part of divs subsys ★ sometimes unnoticeable, never fronts as a person and is a facet layered on others ★ light tq , sometimes forgets or messes up with it , not as subconscious as with div

L/li/lu/lingsha/lilu/luli ☆ any/she/he/it/mirrors/neos + alternate prns ☆ tertiary host/persecutor/gatebridger ☆ part of two sidesystems, including this one, and connects the main systems with the various sidesystems ☆ no tq others to be added as they front/are found divider creds

[mwphisto]

LaDs: First to make a sound loses

~Winner of the poll! I wanted something quick to write and somehow my brain felt this was the right thing to add... yeah sure girl I shoulda known from the start y’all would want this lol

~Contains all love interests with a female reader

Warning, this post contains: Smut, please read with caution! Pussy eatin, dick suckin, fingering, p in v sex, you know the drill

Xavier

A stupid bet, one you should have never made.

You should have thought about it before letting it leave your lips but you didn’t… dammit!

Your nails dug deep, threading through white-blonde locks of hair and yanking hard. If you couldn’t get Xavier to make a sound through pleasure… maybe you could through pain.

The man anchored between your parted thighs didn’t budge, not even a hitch in his breathing as you nearly pulled a fistful of hair out of his head. No, Xavier was in his own universe, tongue prodding at your soaking entrance.

“First to make a sound loses!”

“And what does the winner get?”

“The freedom to do whatever they want to the other.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Making such a bet with your already quiet lover, it was like you wanted to fail. Xavier’s nose bumped your puffy clit and you saw stars, your teeth brutally biting down on your lip to swallow any whines.

You were slowly slipping into panic, body and brain sending mixed signals as Xavier ate your pussy as if it were his last meal. You couldn’t even begin to fathom what your lover would want to do if you lost…

Warm hands kept your thighs spread, moving up and down the length of skin in a soothing manner. The additional sensation making your skin break out in goosebumps as sinful lips wrapped around your throbbing clit.

“X-avier…” you choked, not quite a moan or whimper, but enough for blue eyes to lock with yours. The sight alone had you gritting your teeth, he was too much.

“S’too much! Too intense!” If you didn’t snap your mouth shut a moment later you were positive you’d spill. Xavier only huffed out a laugh, the sensation warming your cunt. He was going to play dirty, so dirty. His lips suctioned just as he slid two fingers into your sopping cunt.

You couldn’t help it, not when his fingers curled right into that sweet spot. Your entire body tensed, head falling back against the pillows as a guttural moan fell past your swollen bitten lips. Your release covered his chin, his fingers, and his tongue eagerly licked you clean.

Xavier had won.

Rafayel

He really thought he could pull one over on you.

I mean really, Rafayel thought he had a chance at winning against you in a bet you had made? Big mistake.

"Whoever makes a sound loses..."

He had been so smug, too smug, and now his knuckles were white as he fisted his silk sheets so hard they were groaning under the force.

You were on your knees putting on a damn show, mouth stuffed with his cock and your watery eyes peering up at him as if he hung every single star in the sky just for you. "C-cutie..." a stutter, one that forced him to seal his lips again in fear of losing.

You only hummed, the sound vibrating his entire length as you dared to swallow around him. He had trained you too god damn well, you could deep throat him without gagging now. Something you had both eagerly worked to achieve together over the months.

Though, Rafayel was starting to regret the training, if he could just get you to gag around his cock, he'd win. But even as his hips stuttered up into the tight heat of your mouth, you didn't budge.

Your jaw relaxed, tongue flattening on the underside of his cock as you let him fuck your face with flushed cheeks.

All it would take is one look, and you knew your lover would crumble. The second his head tilted back, jaw clenched and eyes shut, you knew you were on the verge of winning. Your hands splayed over his thighs, nails scratching at his skin until his entire body was shaking from the sensation.

Your cheeks hollowed out, suctioning to him as you drew back and pressed his hips down. Your focus turned to his tip, dark and leaking, begging for release.

Your tongue swirled, coating in the salty precum that dribbled out, and you had to swallow a moan before you forgot where you were and what was at stake. Winning the bet was seconds away, you just needed to…

“F-fuck I’m cumming!”

A higher pitched cry left Rafayel’s lips, his cum shooting down your throat as his hips stuttered into your mouth.

You had won the bet.

Zayne

You’d bury your face in the pillow if you could.

But Zayne had other plans, determined to not let you pull a fast one to win this silly little bet. Really, you thought you could stay quiet while he fucked you senseless? Adorable.

“C’mon sweetheart, I know you’ve got it in you…” his hips were brutal as they slammed into your cunt, you were positive you’d have bruises left on the back of your thighs at this rate. Tears swam across your vision, Zayne’s hand holding a fistful of your hair to keep you from hiding.

You had managed to swallow your noises for three orgasms. Fat tears leaking down your cheeks and blood dribbling down your chin from how hard you bit your lip. Zayne had kissed it all away, smug about it too.

“C’mon, give me a pretty moan, you know you wanna.” And god did you, you wanted to be his good girl. But you also craved the feeling of victory. “My pretty baby, be good for me and make some noise…” he was evil.

All you could do was bite down harder, she’s shutting as you used every ounce of will power to hold onto sanity. He was fucking you within an inch of your life, cock kissing your cervix with every deep, devastating thrust.

“N-no!” You swallowed the whine, the lingering shakiness as your breasts bounced with each connect. Zayne only smirked, lips soft against your ear as he ran his fingers down your stomach. “You’re so wet.”

You clenched your teeth as he pulled you so your back was flush to his front, fingers rubbing skillfully at your swollen clit. “So sensitive because I made you cum so many times, right? You want me to touch her gently?” Just to rub harder, your body shaking, hips jerking wildly as if you could move fast enough to keep his fingers off.

“Don’t run from me, sweetheart.”

You were done for, so utterly screwed. You couldn’t help it, not when your fourth orgasm had you gushing around his cock. Never mind a moan, you screamed as you came.

Zayne won, a smug smile on his lips because of it.

Sylus

He’d never turn down a bet.

Sylus was certain he’d win. Like always, he took any and every challenge head on with a smug smirk on his lips. But… this? Oh this may be his toughest challenge yet.

Your cunt was sinful, softer than the finest silks, warm and wet and so snug. His eyes could cross just from entering you, the look on your face enough to make him blow his load just from slipping inside. “Shit, baby.”

His voice was somehow steady, his fingers gripping the pillow beside your head. The other was holding your waist, keeping you steady as he bottomed out.

“Sylus…so big…” determination was still shining in your eyes, making his heart swell. You wanted to win this stupid little bet as badly as he did.

“First to make a sound loses, deal?”

“Deal.”

Neither of you made a sound yet, but the swollen lips and flushed cheeks told you how hard it was to keep in. Still, Sylus drew his hips back half way before pushing in again. Simultaneously, your eyes squeezed shut. Bodies tense as you tried to keep your noises back.

Thrust after thrust, Sylus settled into a steady rhythm. Your legs hugging his hips every time he thrusted, keeping him close despite the overwhelming pleasure making you want to run away. “Sylus… I’m gonna…” he had barely began fucking you and you were going to cum.

“Then cum, let me f-feel you.” His cock was twitching, each brutal slam of his hips threatening to send him spiraling over the edge and emptying into you. “O-only if you make a noise, pretty.” But you shook your head, arms wrapping around his neck and yanking him down.

The force of your lips colliding was enough to punch a moan out of both of you. Orgasms crashing down almost instantaneously. You couldn’t even care, the pleasure vibrating through your veins enough to make you forget the silly challenge until you pulled away from him.

“Guess we both lost.”

Caleb

Why on earth would he ever take this bet?

To appease you of course. To see your sweet face twisted with victory when he inevitably cried like a baby because your pussy was just that damn good. "Whoever makes a sound first loses, winner gets to do whatever they want to the other, no limits."

Oh yeah, that sounded like the type of bet he would beg to lose. But, for you, he'd at least attempt to swallow his groans for a bit. Make it somewhat fun for you as he folds you in half and pounds you into the mattress like a dog in a rut. "Fuck, you're so hot, pips!"

You knew Caleb well enough to know that he was barely trying, the whiny lit to his voice was a dead giveaway. But if it meant he fucked you like he was trying to get you pregnant? You could live with it.

Your mouth was hanging open, only ragged breathing slipping past. Every moan and whimper swallowed before it could climb its way up your throat. One clench and you knew Caleb would crumble. So, to tease him, you held off. You wanted to see him sweat.

"Ya gonna cum for me, big boy? Fill me up?" It was slight, barely a squeeze, but enough that Caleb's eyes widened.

"Y-yes, fuck. You'll let me cum inside, right? Please?" There it was, the walls crumbling, he was so close to whimpering. "Yes, baby. You can cum inside of me, fill my cunt up so you're always with me." Dirty, embarrassingly filthy, but the open moan groan that rumbled Caleb's chest as he came made it so utterly worth it.

"I win, baby. Time to switch"