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It’s too much. Far too much. What happens when you pass out from the pleasure only they can deliver?
feat: Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier & Zayne (separately)
warnings: female reader, overstimulation, variations of aftercare, smut smut smut, feral xavier, little bit of breeding kink with zayne, allusions to myth cards with rafayel and sylus, fluff galore because these men are the biggest lover boys for you
“One more,” Rafayel whined into the juncture of your neck, his breath warm on your skin and moistening it perfectly for his tongue to lap at. “Just one more, c’mon… I know you can.”
Your eyes fluttered, lashes nothing more than dainty butterfly wings as the Lemurian drove you towards yet another orgasm that would see your world shatter into a million brightly coloured shards.
He was too consumed with chasing the flames of his own end to notice how close you were to breaking point. The trembling taps of your fingertips against his shoulders went unnoticed, the quiver of your lip as you tried unsuccessfully to speak, licking parched lips to find the strength to utter even a single word.
Rafayel was oblivious to it all.
“Baby… you’re squeezing me so hard.” He groaned salaciously, his head rising just enough to watch the last remnants of your sanity leak out of your ears.
Hot bursts of seed flooded your cunt, the warmth mixing with the abundance of your juices and pushing past the plug of his cock buried right to the hilt. Your walls pulsed with the pressure of release, your clit throbbing so painfully that you ached from head to toe and then there was nothing.
“Hhnnnggg—shit—that’s it. Gods, you’re so good to me… cutie? Sweetheart? Shit!”
Rafayel’s arms almost gave out as he moved above you, his hand cupping your cheek and moving your face so he could desperately peer into your eyes despite them being shut tight.
He pulled out of your body with great care—hissing at how your walls tried to cling to him, to keep him seated within you—but with a patience he felt he didn’t possess, he managed. There was panic in his chest at your lax form splayed on the messy, crinkled sheets and yet he still managed to become transfixed by the liquid spend oozing out of your hole to further soil the bed.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I went too far. It’s going to be okay,” he stammered over and over, his usual air of arrogance gone in the aftermath of having caused you to black out—and not for the first time.
Struggling from the bed, Rafayel’s thighs burned from the exertion and he silently cursed himself for not controlling his desire better. It was near impossible when he had gone so long without the comfort of your touch, your embrace, your scent, your taste… none of that mattered right now. He had to tend to you, and he would do so with diligence until you were ready to face his wrath.
You woke to the most beautifully ethereal singing. No. Not quite singing. It was a melody being hummed softly, a lilting dance that tickled your synapses and lifted your heavy eyelids. Colourful irises of purples and pinks snapped to you, a worried brow pinched in concentration and a wet rag being moved across your cheeks and down your neck.
“You passed out,” he stated quietly, flatly.
“I did?”
“Mhm. Was it too much?”
Instead of answering, you wriggled to bring your body further up the overstuffed pillows, Rafayel tutting at the movement he wasn’t ready to let happen.
“Dummy,” he scoffed beneath his breath. “You should have told me to stop.”
It was your turn to huff through your nose, crossing your arms over your naked breasts. “And since when did you ever listen in the past? Plus, I did try!”
“Try harder next time,” he snapped, but you could see the concern in his expression. Nothing could hide the genuine warmth you felt in his presence, even behind his indifferent facade.
“How about you try to control yourself better next time, hm? I swear you pulled me through a hundred orgasms this time.” You gently cupped his face in both hands, pulling him close enough to capture his pouting lips into a sweet, lingering kiss.
“No promises,” he answered honestly.
“Taking me so well, sweetie. It’s like you were made for me.” Sylus chuckled, the vibrations from it reverberating throughout your body that was pinned to the mattress. “But, of course, you were made for me.”
His hips snapped like well-oiled pistons, fucking you prone bone with the meaty smacks of his pelvis against your backside filling the room with utter filth.
There was drool spilling past the seam of your lips, and your eyes rolled over as if you were trying to see the back of your skull. To say you were cock drunk was a major understatement.
Sylus reared up, bracing both broad palms at the small of your spine, his powerful thighs bracketing the outside of your hips as he dicked you down in the best way he knew.
“Sy—”
It was nothing more than a mewled whimper, one breathless syllable that barely tickled his ear. Sylus wasn’t to know that your vision was growing dimmer, black swallowing up the dull light of your bedroom at dusk. He wasn’t aware that you were so fucked out that self-preservation was so low on the totem pole that you couldn’t articulate how close you were to passing out until it was too late.
You cried out—toes curling and cunt clamping around his aching, throbbing cock until Sylus let out an exalted grunt. He fucked you through your orgasm and his own, pumping the length of him into your cunt despite the continued spasms of his cum leaking from his overstimulated tip.
With a final huff, Sylus let most of his weight blanket over your body. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, moving steadily to your pulse and up to the shell of your ear, sleepily soft laughter teased into your ear.
“That was… mm. I could stay within your walls forever and a day. My sweet little kitten.” Sylus paused, one crimson eye cracking open in curious contemplation.
“Kitten?”
Slowly, cautiously, he rolled his weight to the side and brought your body with him. The infamous underworld boss held you in the shield of his arms while he stroked your cheeks with gentle fingertips.
“Come back to me. I will be lost without you… do you hear me, sweetie? I’ve spent too long without you, don’t condemn me to a moment longer.”
Somehow his words filtered through the thick blanket of sleep, peeling away the layers until you woke with a start, your heart pounding frantically in your chest. You searched for him, hands blindly fumbling until he reached you and threaded his fingers through the gaps of yours.
“Sylus? What happened? I was gone…”
Sylus shushed you softly, rocking your body with his own whilst the two of you remained joined. His heart beat steadily against your back and it worked in soothing the momentary panic.
“It seems I lost my focus and let you slip away from me, it won’t happen again. Do you feel okay? Does anything hurt?” He asked sincerely, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple.
You stretched within the confines of his arms, testing your muscles and rotating your ankles and wrists. The only ache was the continuing one between your legs, and you tilted your head until you could see his guarded expression, offering a salacious smile.
“Nothing other than the usual. I think I’ll be feeling this for days. You’re a damn beast at the best of times, Sylus.”
“You have no idea, kitten, no idea. Now then, I suggest we get you into a hot bath, preferably with me as well.”
“Xavier! Sl-slow down!”
The man in question huffed out a string of hot breaths, fogging your skin in heat. His hands were like granite, holding the back of your thighs whilst his strong frame stabilised you against the wall at your spine.
“Can’t. Need you. Fuck fuck fuck… that was too close. You nearly got hurt,” he wailed, nostrils flaring. Xavier’s luminescent eyes roamed your face as if searching for something you could not possibly fathom.
He wasn’t wrong… the attack had been near devastating and completely out of the blue. How you managed to escape without even scratch was still a mystery, although not to the man pounding into you like he might die if he stopped.
Never had you seen him so raw, so breathtakingly desperate to take you. His pants were lowered only enough to free his cock, your underwear wedged into the crease of your thigh and utterly ruined by the river of slick escaping your leaking pussy.
The heel of his hand had punished your clit into that euphoric first orgasm, the second had been from his cock hammering determinedly at your engorged pleasure spot and now you were riding the currents on the way to a third from his feral snarling alone.
“Xav—oh! Please… I’m gonna—fuck! Shit! Im gonna…” Each word was punched out, your arms curling more tightly around his neck and shoulders, anchoring you to the man who was on a mission to make you crumble.
“You’re gonna what? Hm? Cum again on my cock? Yes you are, so do it.”
Where had this version of your sweet, sleepy boy come from and why did it turn you on so much? Despite how hot this was, the heat was becoming too much and all too quickly. The exertion from the fight, the fatigue then two mindblowing orgasms had depleted you so badly that if he weren’t holding you… you’d be sliding to the floor right about now.
One powerful, terrifying thrust and you shattered. Liquid arousal spurting from you like a fountain that only served in soaking his clothes, his bare pelvis and thighs, and finally—finally—tripping his own release.
You sagged against Xavier’s shoulder, throat hoarse from the yells of bliss burning up from your chest. It was so hard to keep your eyes open, so very hard. Rushing sounded in your ears, like waves crashing closer and closer until you were dragged under the waves and into the inky black void.
“Did you..?” Xavier’s voice trailed off, his head head angled to look down upon your face cradled against his shoulder.
“You passed out. I’m kinda impressed. I didn’t think you’d be this tired, or maybe I pushed too hard?”
A thread of worry appeared in his tone, albeit the smug satisfaction had not completely vanished. He could feel your breathing even and calm on his neck, your fingers twitched around his biceps as if you dreamed deeply. You were fine, just exhausted.
Rather than wake you, Xavier carried you towards his bedroom. It wasn’t easy given his pants were still around his upper thighs, his cock softening when he slipped free of your tight hold, but his care of you was diligent and reverential.
Your head caressed the pillow, immediately shifting into the plush downy material, sighing as the covers were pulled over your body. Xavier stood for a moment, admiring you, until he realised how odd he looked and scrambled to change for bed.
He brought a glass of water to the bedside table closest to you, two painkillers neatly displayed and a pair of his sweats and a hoodie folded on the chair for you, should you need them. Only then did he slip into bed beside you, carefully curling around your slumbering form until contentment settled into his bones.
“Rest well my little fighter. I promise never to let you get that close to danger again…”
“Don’t stop! Zayne, please… one more,” you begged through barely restrained tears.
There was no anguish in your heart, far from it. You were a mass of writhing sensations, completely intoxicated by the pleasure only your lover could deliver. If he stopped now… you might die.
Zayne offered a wry smile, his actions slowing to long deep strokes of his cock through your twitching, pulsing walls. Gone was the frantic pounding of moments ago, the energetic thumping that bowed your spine and brought the sharp points of your nails scratching down his broad back.
“Hm? Something wrong?”
You whined, not caring for how petulant you sounded. “‘m close. Have mercy, Doctor Zayne. Haven’t I been so good for you?”
Zayne tsked; his teeth clicking in mock annoyance. His hand slid beneath your knee, working it loose from how you were trapping his hips, pushing it back so you were half folded up and his cock kissed against the tender neck of your cervix.
“Resorting to such tactics are beneath you, darling. You’ve already cum at least three times. You’re being a greedy little thing,” he teased, leaning over to kiss the stubborn jut of your jaw.
“One more and I fear you might just pass out on me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! C’mon, handsome… don’t you want to fill me up with that potent seed of yours? See it leaking out of me, push it back in with those long skilful fingers?” You were playing with fire, despite the sudden chill that radiated from his body atop you.
Honestly, he should have listened to his instincts. Zayne was a man of science and reasoning, and yet when you spoke such sultry filthy to him… all rationale went flying out the window. Where did it leave you both?
Well… you were certainly leaking his cum. Zayne watched it ooze and leak from your clenching little hole, his cock still twitching against his thigh and his fingers itching to shove the creamy mess back in just like you predicted.
Sweat slicked his brow, dark tendrils of hair falling into his eyes as he gazed down at your passed out form. Never had he seen you fall apart so brightly, like a star imploding, so intense that your subconscious took over. Even in sleep you smiled like a cat who had got all the cream, and he couldn’t help but smirk at your satisfaction.
Zayne bent his head and licked the swollen flesh of your areola, suckling you between his lips until you began to moan and writhe from the sensations. His sharp teeth nipped just on the side of pain, eliciting a yip from your mouth and yet you still didn’t rouse.
He took his time in toying with your breasts, pinching the stiffened peaks between lithe fingers and flicking the tip of his tongue around and around until he was hard again.
“I know you can feel this, sweetheart. Be a good girl and wake for me,” he cooed, cupping both breasts in his palms whilst his cock sawed through the slickness of your folds.
“Hm?” That was all you could muster as awareness returned to you slowly. Your body ached with that delicious heat that followed a satisfying session of lovemaking.
“Is that all you have to say?”
You hummed, stretching your arms over head before wrapping them around Zayne’s neck. “What more would you like me to say? And shouldn’t you be concerned give that I just passed out from how good you fucked me?”
“I should wash your mouth out with soap, dirty girl,” he chided, failing to hide the tilt of his lips into a devious smile.
“If I had thought you to be in any immediate danger then I would have proceeded differently, but… you’re just a greedy little minx that likes to be fucked until they can’t take anymore.” He breathed the words into your ear, lips tugging your lobe at the same moment he reentered your swollen cunt.
“Let’s see if we can repeat the process once more… for science.”
It’s too much. Far too much. What happens when you pass out from the pleasure only they can deliver?
feat: Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier & Zayne (separately)
warnings: female reader, overstimulation, variations of aftercare, smut smut smut, feral xavier, little bit of breeding kink with zayne, allusions to myth cards with rafayel and sylus, fluff galore because these men are the biggest lover boys for you
“One more,” Rafayel whined into the juncture of your neck, his breath warm on your skin and moistening it perfectly for his tongue to lap at. “Just one more, c’mon… I know you can.”
Your eyes fluttered, lashes nothing more than dainty butterfly wings as the Lemurian drove you towards yet another orgasm that would see your world shatter into a million brightly coloured shards.
He was too consumed with chasing the flames of his own end to notice how close you were to breaking point. The trembling taps of your fingertips against his shoulders went unnoticed, the quiver of your lip as you tried unsuccessfully to speak, licking parched lips to find the strength to utter even a single word.
Rafayel was oblivious to it all.
“Baby… you’re squeezing me so hard.” He groaned salaciously, his head rising just enough to watch the last remnants of your sanity leak out of your ears.
Hot bursts of seed flooded your cunt, the warmth mixing with the abundance of your juices and pushing past the plug of his cock buried right to the hilt. Your walls pulsed with the pressure of release, your clit throbbing so painfully that you ached from head to toe and then there was nothing.
“Hhnnnggg—shit—that’s it. Gods, you’re so good to me… cutie? Sweetheart? Shit!”
Rafayel’s arms almost gave out as he moved above you, his hand cupping your cheek and moving your face so he could desperately peer into your eyes despite them being shut tight.
He pulled out of your body with great care—hissing at how your walls tried to cling to him, to keep him seated within you—but with a patience he felt he didn’t possess, he managed. There was panic in his chest at your lax form splayed on the messy, crinkled sheets and yet he still managed to become transfixed by the liquid spend oozing out of your hole to further soil the bed.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I went too far. It’s going to be okay,” he stammered over and over, his usual air of arrogance gone in the aftermath of having caused you to black out—and not for the first time.
Struggling from the bed, Rafayel’s thighs burned from the exertion and he silently cursed himself for not controlling his desire better. It was near impossible when he had gone so long without the comfort of your touch, your embrace, your scent, your taste… none of that mattered right now. He had to tend to you, and he would do so with diligence until you were ready to face his wrath.
You woke to the most beautifully ethereal singing. No. Not quite singing. It was a melody being hummed softly, a lilting dance that tickled your synapses and lifted your heavy eyelids. Colourful irises of purples and pinks snapped to you, a worried brow pinched in concentration and a wet rag being moved across your cheeks and down your neck.
“You passed out,” he stated quietly, flatly.
“I did?”
“Mhm. Was it too much?”
Instead of answering, you wriggled to bring your body further up the overstuffed pillows, Rafayel tutting at the movement he wasn’t ready to let happen.
“Dummy,” he scoffed beneath his breath. “You should have told me to stop.”
It was your turn to huff through your nose, crossing your arms over your naked breasts. “And since when did you ever listen in the past? Plus, I did try!”
“Try harder next time,” he snapped, but you could see the concern in his expression. Nothing could hide the genuine warmth you felt in his presence, even behind his indifferent facade.
“How about you try to control yourself better next time, hm? I swear you pulled me through a hundred orgasms this time.” You gently cupped his face in both hands, pulling him close enough to capture his pouting lips into a sweet, lingering kiss.
“No promises,” he answered honestly.
“Taking me so well, sweetie. It’s like you were made for me.” Sylus chuckled, the vibrations from it reverberating throughout your body that was pinned to the mattress. “But, of course, you were made for me.”
His hips snapped like well-oiled pistons, fucking you prone bone with the meaty smacks of his pelvis against your backside filling the room with utter filth.
There was drool spilling past the seam of your lips, and your eyes rolled over as if you were trying to see the back of your skull. To say you were cock drunk was a major understatement.
Sylus reared up, bracing both broad palms at the small of your spine, his powerful thighs bracketing the outside of your hips as he dicked you down in the best way he knew.
“Sy—”
It was nothing more than a mewled whimper, one breathless syllable that barely tickled his ear. Sylus wasn’t to know that your vision was growing dimmer, black swallowing up the dull light of your bedroom at dusk. He wasn’t aware that you were so fucked out that self-preservation was so low on the totem pole that you couldn’t articulate how close you were to passing out until it was too late.
You cried out—toes curling and cunt clamping around his aching, throbbing cock until Sylus let out an exalted grunt. He fucked you through your orgasm and his own, pumping the length of him into your cunt despite the continued spasms of his cum leaking from his overstimulated tip.
With a final huff, Sylus let most of his weight blanket over your body. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, moving steadily to your pulse and up to the shell of your ear, sleepily soft laughter teased into your ear.
“That was… mm. I could stay within your walls forever and a day. My sweet little kitten.” Sylus paused, one crimson eye cracking open in curious contemplation.
“Kitten?”
Slowly, cautiously, he rolled his weight to the side and brought your body with him. The infamous underworld boss held you in the shield of his arms while he stroked your cheeks with gentle fingertips.
“Come back to me. I will be lost without you… do you hear me, sweetie? I’ve spent too long without you, don’t condemn me to a moment longer.”
Somehow his words filtered through the thick blanket of sleep, peeling away the layers until you woke with a start, your heart pounding frantically in your chest. You searched for him, hands blindly fumbling until he reached you and threaded his fingers through the gaps of yours.
“Sylus? What happened? I was gone…”
Sylus shushed you softly, rocking your body with his own whilst the two of you remained joined. His heart beat steadily against your back and it worked in soothing the momentary panic.
“It seems I lost my focus and let you slip away from me, it won’t happen again. Do you feel okay? Does anything hurt?” He asked sincerely, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple.
You stretched within the confines of his arms, testing your muscles and rotating your ankles and wrists. The only ache was the continuing one between your legs, and you tilted your head until you could see his guarded expression, offering a salacious smile.
“Nothing other than the usual. I think I’ll be feeling this for days. You’re a damn beast at the best of times, Sylus.”
“You have no idea, kitten, no idea. Now then, I suggest we get you into a hot bath, preferably with me as well.”
“Xavier! Sl-slow down!”
The man in question huffed out a string of hot breaths, fogging your skin in heat. His hands were like granite, holding the back of your thighs whilst his strong frame stabilised you against the wall at your spine.
“Can’t. Need you. Fuck fuck fuck… that was too close. You nearly got hurt,” he wailed, nostrils flaring. Xavier’s luminescent eyes roamed your face as if searching for something you could not possibly fathom.
He wasn’t wrong… the attack had been near devastating and completely out of the blue. How you managed to escape without even scratch was still a mystery, although not to the man pounding into you like he might die if he stopped.
Never had you seen him so raw, so breathtakingly desperate to take you. His pants were lowered only enough to free his cock, your underwear wedged into the crease of your thigh and utterly ruined by the river of slick escaping your leaking pussy.
The heel of his hand had punished your clit into that euphoric first orgasm, the second had been from his cock hammering determinedly at your engorged pleasure spot and now you were riding the currents on the way to a third from his feral snarling alone.
“Xav—oh! Please… I’m gonna—fuck! Shit! Im gonna…” Each word was punched out, your arms curling more tightly around his neck and shoulders, anchoring you to the man who was on a mission to make you crumble.
“You’re gonna what? Hm? Cum again on my cock? Yes you are, so do it.”
Where had this version of your sweet, sleepy boy come from and why did it turn you on so much? Despite how hot this was, the heat was becoming too much and all too quickly. The exertion from the fight, the fatigue then two mindblowing orgasms had depleted you so badly that if he weren’t holding you… you’d be sliding to the floor right about now.
One powerful, terrifying thrust and you shattered. Liquid arousal spurting from you like a fountain that only served in soaking his clothes, his bare pelvis and thighs, and finally—finally—tripping his own release.
You sagged against Xavier’s shoulder, throat hoarse from the yells of bliss burning up from your chest. It was so hard to keep your eyes open, so very hard. Rushing sounded in your ears, like waves crashing closer and closer until you were dragged under the waves and into the inky black void.
“Did you..?” Xavier’s voice trailed off, his head head angled to look down upon your face cradled against his shoulder.
“You passed out. I’m kinda impressed. I didn’t think you’d be this tired, or maybe I pushed too hard?”
A thread of worry appeared in his tone, albeit the smug satisfaction had not completely vanished. He could feel your breathing even and calm on his neck, your fingers twitched around his biceps as if you dreamed deeply. You were fine, just exhausted.
Rather than wake you, Xavier carried you towards his bedroom. It wasn’t easy given his pants were still around his upper thighs, his cock softening when he slipped free of your tight hold, but his care of you was diligent and reverential.
Your head caressed the pillow, immediately shifting into the plush downy material, sighing as the covers were pulled over your body. Xavier stood for a moment, admiring you, until he realised how odd he looked and scrambled to change for bed.
He brought a glass of water to the bedside table closest to you, two painkillers neatly displayed and a pair of his sweats and a hoodie folded on the chair for you, should you need them. Only then did he slip into bed beside you, carefully curling around your slumbering form until contentment settled into his bones.
“Rest well my little fighter. I promise never to let you get that close to danger again…”
“Don’t stop! Zayne, please… one more,” you begged through barely restrained tears.
There was no anguish in your heart, far from it. You were a mass of writhing sensations, completely intoxicated by the pleasure only your lover could deliver. If he stopped now… you might die.
Zayne offered a wry smile, his actions slowing to long deep strokes of his cock through your twitching, pulsing walls. Gone was the frantic pounding of moments ago, the energetic thumping that bowed your spine and brought the sharp points of your nails scratching down his broad back.
“Hm? Something wrong?”
You whined, not caring for how petulant you sounded. “‘m close. Have mercy, Doctor Zayne. Haven’t I been so good for you?”
Zayne tsked; his teeth clicking in mock annoyance. His hand slid beneath your knee, working it loose from how you were trapping his hips, pushing it back so you were half folded up and his cock kissed against the tender neck of your cervix.
“Resorting to such tactics are beneath you, darling. You’ve already cum at least three times. You’re being a greedy little thing,” he teased, leaning over to kiss the stubborn jut of your jaw.
“One more and I fear you might just pass out on me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! C’mon, handsome… don’t you want to fill me up with that potent seed of yours? See it leaking out of me, push it back in with those long skilful fingers?” You were playing with fire, despite the sudden chill that radiated from his body atop you.
Honestly, he should have listened to his instincts. Zayne was a man of science and reasoning, and yet when you spoke such sultry filthy to him… all rationale went flying out the window. Where did it leave you both?
Well… you were certainly leaking his cum. Zayne watched it ooze and leak from your clenching little hole, his cock still twitching against his thigh and his fingers itching to shove the creamy mess back in just like you predicted.
Sweat slicked his brow, dark tendrils of hair falling into his eyes as he gazed down at your passed out form. Never had he seen you fall apart so brightly, like a star imploding, so intense that your subconscious took over. Even in sleep you smiled like a cat who had got all the cream, and he couldn’t help but smirk at your satisfaction.
Zayne bent his head and licked the swollen flesh of your areola, suckling you between his lips until you began to moan and writhe from the sensations. His sharp teeth nipped just on the side of pain, eliciting a yip from your mouth and yet you still didn’t rouse.
He took his time in toying with your breasts, pinching the stiffened peaks between lithe fingers and flicking the tip of his tongue around and around until he was hard again.
“I know you can feel this, sweetheart. Be a good girl and wake for me,” he cooed, cupping both breasts in his palms whilst his cock sawed through the slickness of your folds.
“Hm?” That was all you could muster as awareness returned to you slowly. Your body ached with that delicious heat that followed a satisfying session of lovemaking.
“Is that all you have to say?”
You hummed, stretching your arms over head before wrapping them around Zayne’s neck. “What more would you like me to say? And shouldn’t you be concerned give that I just passed out from how good you fucked me?”
“I should wash your mouth out with soap, dirty girl,” he chided, failing to hide the tilt of his lips into a devious smile.
“If I had thought you to be in any immediate danger then I would have proceeded differently, but… you’re just a greedy little minx that likes to be fucked until they can’t take anymore.” He breathed the words into your ear, lips tugging your lobe at the same moment he reentered your swollen cunt.
“Let’s see if we can repeat the process once more… for science.”
I was working through the open trials this morning and had a spicy thought. You know when they step in to block an attack, right?
So, imagine you’ve been arguing with your fave LI about how you can take care of yourself, they don’t need to keep protecting you like you can’t fight, when you’re set upon by enemies and they do need to step in because you didn’t notice how close one was to reaching you.
You’re pissed, and so are they. Once everything is taken care of they are still breathing so heavy, agitated and refusing your touch. You’re a split second away from storming off into the night when they finally snap—grabbing you by the arms and pressing you up against the brickwork.
“Don’t you get it? You’re everything to me, I will always step in. It’s not because I don’t think you can handle yourself, but if I can take the hit instead, then I will.”
he doesn’t like when you try to leave for linkon after spending the night together, persuading you to stay with slow, syrupy kisses that have your knees weak and a fog rolling over your mind, clouding all rational judgment.
sylus knows how to make you needy. he’ll give you as many kisses as you want, stroke your pussy through your panties until your cunt is wet with slick, but he won’t fuck you. instead, he pulls you up onto his lap, trousers pushed down and your panties discarded on the edge of his desk as he helps you sink down on his cock.
he hushes your whimpers and soft mewls by pressing soothing kisses to your forehead and guides your head into the crook of your neck, large hand rubbing over your back as he works on whatever situation requires attention. your pussy clenches around him every now and then, whimpers dying down as the warmth of his body lulls you to sleep.
sylus fucks you after of course - he’s not that cruel. you wake up to the feeling of his mouth on your breasts, your fingers running through his hair as he lifts you up onto his desk, fucking you with slow, rolling thrusts that have your eyes rolling back.
it’s addicting for him, to have you close, body flush against his. sylus gets carried away sometimes, pulls you into meetings under false pretenses of needing a different perspective only to jostle you up onto his lap, his lithe fingers pulling your panties to the side so he can stuff his cock into your pussy. your initial gasps of surprise are quietened by his lips of yours, his eyes narrowing when he catches the inconsequential vermin of the n109 zone staring at you leeringly.
he keeps you on his cock for the entirety of the meetings, rewarding with soft kisses every now and then, sweet little pecks that make your eyes light up in the way he likes. the meetings tend to finish early, sylus’ men entering to find you curled into their boss’ arms, asleep and sated, while those that garnered sylus’ wrath lay sprawled across the floor, unconscious.
sylus has you cockwarm him the drive home, his hands squeezing at your waist in the backseat of the car, your arms wrapped around his neck as you makeout lazily. soon after, you both stumble into his room and he laughs, scooping you up into his arms and guides his cock into you, his words a low, slurring mess, utterly drunk on the feeling of your pussy hugging his cock.
“don’t go,” he murmurs sleepily when you rouse from your sleep, eyes darkening when he sees the marks he left on your body last night, hips covered in pretty, blossoming bruises.
“i have to,” you mumble, rolling towards the edge of the bed only to have his evol curling around your body and pulling you back into him.
you try again and again, groaning and shoving your face into his chest when his evol keeps bringing you back to him. “dork.”
sylus smiles into your hair, fingers smoothing over your bruised hips gently.
There is something about Sylus’ voice that makes my body physically react.
I was listening to some of his secret times audios and especially when the audio switches to the right ear… I get this stimulating tingly sensation at my lower back that spreads to my right hip.
It’s weird to admit to and describe but my god, it’s such a nice experience. His voice is so deep and raspy in places, it scratches my brain in all the right places. I am literally a kitten stretching in front of a fire in those moments.
sylus always answers your calls. always. no exceptions.
he could be in the middle of a gun fight or a messy interrogation but when he hears the inside joke of a ringtone he set for you, he uses his evol to shackle everyone in place while he answers, calm and collected as can be.
“kitten, it’s late in linkon — you should be sleeping. no, i’m not busy at the moment.” a cold glare is the only warning his enemies get to stay quiet. “what do you need?”
some of the world’s most powerful and feared men have had their final agonizing moments prolonged by listening to the leader of onychinus sweet-talk you.
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i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.
