hey there all, i'm making this post and pinning it so there's no confusion. this is going to be a place where i write, whenever i decide to, things that I want as content. this is going to be a heavy 18+ blog, so please have your age in your bio, or i'll just block you from viewing my content.
i'm afab nonbinary, so when i write it's going to reflect that, but my ask box is open if you want to see something else, i don't care. this is going to be heavy with the k!nks, please don't click if you don't want to see it
i'm going to ALWAYS include a 'read more' on all my posts, esp the n//sfw ones. i'll try and tag the appropriate tags, but all the tags will be listed ABOVE the writing and 'read more'. i'm also mixed and plus-sized so my writing will reflect that too. disabled and neurodivergent. (specifically autistic and adhd)
i have a new puppy, and it's a seven-week-old chihuahua and just he’s so tiny 😭
🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
✨ Xavier:
oh. smallest baby ever to exist??? besides cats, rabbits, and you
best buddies with the puppy. since it sleeps a lot, they’re napping partners in crime
not the best when it comes to feeding the poor puppy, not because he's neglectful, he just can't hear the puppy when he's asleep
xavier's hoodie = another bed for puppy
unconsciously carries tiny pupper everywhere
gaming buddies (puppy is a sentient bobble head watching xavier play his games)
❄️ Zayne:
he is actually really busy being a doctor and all- more or less indifferent to the puppy at first (don't blame him he's just tired)
actually, does love hanging with the puppy when he's off though???
will get a shit ton of things that he thinks will help the puppy- (no, zayne. it doesn't need another toy it can barely walk without falling)
will collaborate with you in making clothing for the puppy or buying a shit ton of clothes from the pet store...him, you, and the puppy will have corelating outfits
loves you so much, like so so so much...but loves seeing pupper during his lunch break. like omg you made him this wonderful lunch! loves (read: needs) to see puppy to have much needed recharging during lunch tho
does not fuck around with puppy's safety. puppy does in fact have car designated carrier with dedicated seatbelt attachments, and has extra padding for puppy in the back of his car
🐠 Rafayel:
is okay with puppy! sort of. he's not afraid of puppy like he's afraid of kitties...but doesn't know wtf to do with puppy??? 😭
puppy fashion icon. his moments posts are filled with your puppy in flashy ass outfits
will get matching outfits, does not give a fuck in the slightest.
love's having pupper in his lap when he's doing art. if not in his lap, he will have a custom-made little carrier for puppy so he can still hold it
speaks to pupper all the time. like full conversations…you may or may not have walked in on him asking the pupper weird ass questions (ie "do you think we're in a simulation?" or "do you think angels are real or just aliens?")
pupper may or may not have become his new muse-
🐦⬛ Sylus:
like pupper is small for all the rest of the lads men, but like omfg the puppy is so small in his hands. like borderline comical (not borderline- it's hilarious)
does not show it...epitome of: "if anything happens to this dog i'm killing everyone here and then myself”
carries pupper because he's lowkey afraid of losing it...or stepping on it. deadass the puppy does not go to his ankle and mephisto is bigger than it
already has a dedicated folder on his phone for puppy, don't ask how he has so much pictures even though you only got the dog like…a week ago???
Riding buddy…ie lookup 'mean looking bikers with tiny lil dogs’
The dog has its own closet, own accessories, shoes, etc. fckn high end designer shit too (THE PUPPY IS 7 WEEKS OLD- IT DOESN’T NEED A GUCCI CHAIN, SYLUS-)
here's part two, i hope this delivers - im enby, mixed, and fat (not chubby) my writing will reflect that- also i'm recovering from surgery so this is the best i got.
tags: sub!sylus, use of sextoys, over stimulation, oral sex (m!receiving), slight dom!reader
words: ~2.5k
Sylus came willingly, he propped himself using his forearms before crawling on top of you. Your husband made a soft noise – somewhere between a whimper and a whine – as he laid on you. You leaned further into the pillows behind you and pulled Sylus along with you.
You pressed your lips on to Sylus’ neck and gave a small peck before latching on the sensitive skin before you. You pull away shortly after and admired the already blossoming mark. Panting, you trail fluttering kisses up your husband’s pulse point until you reached his earlobe. Your teeth nibbled softly on the lobe, causing Sylus to give a shuttering, breathy moan. Your tongue then traced your husband’s jaw line and licked up to Sylus’ mouth. You can taste yourself and it makes you clench around nothing.
“You’re such a good boy, right?” Your voice came out husky and low. You stare at your husband’s face, memorizing how his brows furrow and how he bites his bottom lip at the praise. Your pointer finger traced the path you licked, your soft touch making Sylus shiver. A smile curled your lips, you watch your husband’s soften a fraction in adoration.
“Ready for the next part of your gift?”
Your eyes widen a fraction before you nod quickly. You watch as your husband begin to sit up, to which you assist him in doing so. His thumbs hook into his lacy briefs but you grab the mesh fabric and pulled. Some part of you felt guilty in doing this, but you rip your husband’s underwear off of him. Usually Sylus rips your panties off, but honestly you decided to return the favor. The rip sounded through out the quiet bedroom. You and Sylus made eye contact, his crimson irises was almost completely by his pupils. The head and want radiated from your husband, his right eye glowed beautifully in the dim room.
Sylus’ adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, to which you leaned forward to nibble. Your eyes trailed down and noticed the ring on the base of your husband’s cock. The metal ring looked stunning, honestly. You couldn’t tell the material but you knew your husband had the ring custom made. The cock ring made Sylus’ tip a beautiful shade of red, his slit shiny and sticky with his precum. Honestly you shoved your husband onto the bed, not even fully enjoying the sight before you. Sylus’ cock looked so gorgeous that you had to put it in your mouth.
As Sylus’ strong back hit the mattress, a sharp gasp escaped his lips. You watch as your husband’s eyebrows furrow and eyes roll to the back of his head. His mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape before he bit his bottom lip. He looked like a world-renowned porn star.
“Fuck-” Sylus stared at you, his eyes already glazed over. You cock your head to the side, you can tell there’s more to your ‘gift’.
“Do you want to show me what’s making my dear husband moan? I want to enjoy it too.” You voice came out husky but needy.
Sylus didn’t give a verbal response, instead he spread his thick, muscular thighs. There was more to the cock ring. There were two chains that hand from the bottom of your husband’s balls. The chains look to be of the same metal as the ring. Your eyes trail lower, and you spot what the chain is hooked into. You see a beautiful ruby at the base of the plug your husband had in himself.
A moan leaves your mouth. You feel your pussy get wetter at the sight. Fuck. Sylus looked at you as he jerked his head, his chin pointed at the nightstand. You turned to where Sylus pointed to, and see a small remote. You instantly reach over and scoop up the little device. You do a quick once-over of the remote before turning back to your husband. There were three buttons on the remote. A plus sign, an ‘o’, and a minus sign. Oh this was going to be fun.
You tested all of the functions and speeds for a moment. You were in a business now though, and you couldn’t be more happy. You and Sylus had switched places at this point, your husband’s broad back splayed across your shared pillows. Your left hand cupped your husband’s swollen balls, massaging them as your lips were wrapped around his cock. Sylus’ cock was too big for your mouth, but you took as much as you could and bobbed your head. Your right hand clutched the tiny remote like a life line. The toy was turned on, you had the toy set to the second speed out of five. You decided not to use any of the modes right now, you wanted to drink your husband’s cum immediately.
It seemed that Sylus didn’t know what to do, thrust back into the plug, or thrust into your mouth. Your husband was whining now, you could tell that he was getting close. You were resting on your knees, and bent at the waist. Your husband’s thighs were bracketing your body and they were trembling. You doubled your efforts. You pulled off your husband’s cock to take a breath before wrapping your lips on his tip. Your eyes traveled up Sylus’ heaving chest and stomach, sweat drenched his skin and you wanted to drink it up. Your eyes focused on your husband’s handsome face. His ears to his cheeks all the way down his neck and chest was crimson. You make eye contact with Sylus, his carmine eyes were wet and you could see the tears escaping them. You then decided to swirl your tongue around your husband’s tip and suck harshly. You watch as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, Sylus’ trembling thighs squeeze your sides. Sylus’ cum pulses into your mouth. Thick and warm. His cock twitched violently as he spilled into your waiting mouth.
You gulped down everything Sylus’ gave you making sure not to waste a single drop. You continue sucking on the tip until you feel your husband’s legs kick out and the moans escaping from his lips morph into whimpers. You decided to give him a break and pulled off his now sensitive cock. Licking your lips, you gave Sylus a grin before you sat up. You watch Sylus for a moment, making sure he’s able to take a breath or two. You crawl your way up, your thighs sliding under your husband’s letting them lay on your own. You leaned forward and captured Sylus’ lips in a kiss which caused him to moan hotly against your mouth. He could probably taste himself on your tongue. You give Sylus a few more smooches before you pull away to grab the little remote to turn off the vibrating plug.
You look at Sylus, “I’m gonna grab some water, okay?” You peel yourself from your husband, and made your way to the bathroom before he could give you a response. You slip into your shared bathroom and grab a cup from the corner of the counter. You quickly fill up the glass and gulp down the water. You fill up the glass again and take the glass to your husband. You and your husband deserve to hydrate before continuing your activities.
“Here, beloved.” You climbed onto the bed and handed your husband the glass of water. You watch Sylus gulp the water, making sure that he finishes the cup as you go into your bedside drawer and pull out your favorite dildo and strap-on. You hold your hand out as you saw that Sylus’ finished the water. He dutifully handed you the empty glass and you placed it on the bedside drawer. Sylus flashed you a grateful smile before you slip the dildo into the harness. You slip into into the harness, making sure to tighten the straps into a comfortable size before climbing the bed. The toy was nothing big or special per say. Just something that you use on yourself when lonely, or with Sylus if you two wanted to have some fun. The toy was made of high-grade silicone, it was a beautiful swirl of red and black. The toy itself was about six inches and average shaped. Sylus was willing to have toy custom made to his own cock, but you said that you wanted to ‘miss him all that much more’.
You slid in between Sylus’ legs, your hands coming up to rub his thighs soothingly. You reach over Sylus, your body pressing into his as you retrieve lube. When you finally got your prize, you scoot backwards so you can fully view your husband. Your eyes trailed up and down Sylus’ body, committing everything into memory. Your husband laid spread out on the pillows, his body taking up space beautifully. Your hands slid up his pecs, looking at the rope that wrapped Sylus’ body like holding a pearl in place on a necklace.
You open and squeeze the lube in your hand, drizzling the viscous liquid onto your silicone cock. After a generous poured out, you shut the lid and quickly slather the lube around on the dildo. You grab your discarded pants from earlier, it was thrown half haphazardly on the bed. You lean forward and gave Sylus a smooch, a small peck. Gently, your fingers found the plug and pulled it out. You bite your lip as you watched your husband’s hole twitch and clench around nothing. You look at the chains that hooked your husband’s cock ring to the beautiful plug. You honestly didn’t want take time to figure out how to unhook everything so you decided to unclasp the ring from your husband’s cock entirely. You untangle the chains from his body and toss the whole setup to the side.
“You could’ve kept the ring on, kitten.” Sylus’ voice sounded slightly hoarse.
Your eyes flick up to Sylus’ carmine eyes, narrowing when you noticed that he was smirking. You were going to wipe it off is face, “I don’t need it, I want you to cum as many times as I can. I want you to be able to think nothing else but my pussy and my cock. I want to make you go dumb from pleasure.”
Your fingers wrapped around Sylus’ mouth and cheeks. Your fingertips pressed firmly and made your husband’s plush lips pucker out. You swiftly gave his pursed lips a harsh peck before letting him go. Your hand gripped the base of the dildo, the other hand with the leftover lube smeared any access onto you husband’s opened hole. You grabbed the pants you pulled closer to you, and removed any leftover lube still remaining on your palm and fingers. You guide the tip into Sylus’ hole, and pressed gently. You went into him slowly and watched his face if he expressed any discomfort.
You finally pressed fully inside, your hips were flushed against Sylus’ hips. You grasp your husband’s cock and stroked it. You stroked his cock until he nodded to you letting you know that you could continue. Your left hand cupped you husband’s hip as you pulled your hips back. You thrust back in and made Sylus whine softly. You continued your movements until you could find a good pace that didn’t tire you out too much.
The sound of loud plap! Plap! Plap! Filled the room, your thighs and hips slamming into Sylus’. You were giving your husband strokes ass deep as you could go. You still had a hold on Sylus’ cock, stroking him as you gyrated your hips every time you were deep inside. By any means, Sylus’ wasn’t a quiet lover, but you were pretty sure that people could possibly hear him from the outside of the house. You hand jerked Sylus’ cock in time of your thrusts. His cock was leaking to the point that it looked like he made a puddle on his stomach. The tip was almost crimson and looked like it was being abused pitifully. Your thumb smeared precum in a circle, your thumb playing with his slit. The ropes were still pinning the upper half of his arms to his body, but it didn’t stop Sylus from writhing on bed and trying to grip anything to ground himself.
“O-Oh fuck-” Sylus’ couldn’t form words at this point. The tip of your silicone cock was nailing his prostate and you were not letting up.
“What was that, sweetheart?” You panted out, your body bent over his as your hips pounded into his.
Sylus’ eyebrows furrowed, his tried to respond...or at least you think he was going to respond. You were pounding into his prostate, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your left hand slipped from Sylus’ hip and slipped under his knee. You didn’t stop your movement, not at all, as you gripped your husband’s long leg to place it on your shoulder. This position opened Sylus further and it caused him to release a strangled sound. It sounded like a cross between a moan and a whine. You watched as Sylus threw his head back, his neck vulnerable to you. You leaned forward, pausing in thrusting but instead grinding your hips as you kiss up Sylus’ neck. You licked up the sweat that pooled Sylus’ collarbone. This angle cause Sylus to give you a pitched whine, his red eyes flew open and made eye contact with you.
You pulled away and resumed your thrusting but this time going harder, still keeping the pace you had. Sylus’ large hand gripped onto your free hand, intertwining your fingers. You gave Sylus’ hand a squeeze.
“I’m gonna cum, sweetie.” Sylus moaned out, his eyes wet with pleasure filled tears. You nodded and stroked his cock, focusing on the tip.
“Cum for me.”
You watch as your husband came, his mouth falling open in a silent scream and his cock twitching violently in your hand. Hot cum spurted out of the slit, his cock pulsed four times. His chin, neck, chest, and stomach was covered strings of semen. Your hand slowed down as Sylus’ cock didn’t produce anymore cum, and stopping completely once his cock stopped twitching in the palm of your hand. Your hips slowed to a stop and you unhooked your husband’s leg from your shoulder. Your hands soothingly stroked up and down Sylus’ while he regained his breath.
Once you saw that Sylus’ breathing calmed down, you slowly pulled out of him. You unhooked the strap-on from your hips and thighs. You pulled the harness off of yourself and placed it to the side. You rubbed Sylus’ legs and pushed them down, making them lay flat on to the bed. You crawled up your husband’s body. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to Sylus’ jaw.
anyways...writer is afab enby, fat (not chubby) and mix coded- writer reflection. let me know if i miss anything- also i have work, so this is only part 1, i'm gonna write pt 2 real soon, just got shit to do in life rn
You were off for the holiday, fucking finally. You worked until almost sunrise, so you didn't have to take anything home for your four-day weekend. All you wanted was to celebrate and relax with your husband. Currently it was around 3 or 4 in the morning. Your sleeping schedule has changed ever since you moved into the N109 Zone, so you were wide awake and on the way to your shared house. Sylus let you take his motorcycle for your workday, he told you to 'come home soon, kitten' with a soft look on his face, right before you left for work. You absolutely had to make sure you came home ASAP.
It didn't take long before you reached your destination. Your husband's bike rumbled beneath you as you walk the bike into the designated parking spot (there wasn't assigned parking, but Sylus always parked there). You propped the stand for the bike and cut the engine. You pull your helmet off of your head, your curls pressed flatly on your forehead. You shake your head softly then ruffled your roots. You weren't pressed on how presentable your hair was honestly. You really just want to see your husband from being out all day.
You pocket Sylus' keys before making your way from the garage area to the main part of the house. As you walked into a hallway, you noticed the house was quiet. You weren't suspecting to be a ruckus or anything, but usually Sylus had his vinyl-player softly filling the air with his feelings. Your legs take you to the bedroom automatically. You knew that Sylus probably wouldn't be asleep, but he promised that he was going to take the next couple of days off just to celebrate the holiday with you.
When you reach the bedroom, you notice the door is slightly ajar. Your hand grips the door softly before pushing it open further. The room's lighting was dim, only the two bedside lamps were turned on. You look further into the room before spotting your husband. Your eyes adjust to the warm yellow hues that filled the room. To which, your gaze fixed onto the sight in front of you. Your mouth watered instantly.
Laying on the bed, was your husband. He laid almost bare except for red rope that lined his body, and a pair of lacy briefs. The rope wrapped around Sylus' body in an intricate pattern, looping around his torso and limbs with elegant care. Your eyes flickered to every inch of your husband's skin, committing everything into your memory.
"Happy holidays, kitten." Sylus purred, his lips curling into a small, satisfied smirk. Your eyes flick to your husband's face and notice how flushed he was. His face was red enough that you can see that his heated cheeks are causing Sylus' body to perspire slightly.
You go to respond, but your throat refused to cooperate. You clear it a few times before trying again, "Happy holidays, Sylus."
You were trying to match his tone, but really your words came out of your mouth as a murmur. You felt your face grow warm; your mouth dries up as you watch your husband shift slightly on the king-sized bed. As Sylus' shifted, you watched as the light from the bedside lamp illuminate how turned on your husband was. His thick, large cock stood at attention. The lacy boxer brief barely contained his member, you noticed.
You find yourself stepping closer to the bed, toeing off your shoes before reaching the lounge chair that resided at the foot of your bed. Sylus tracked your movements, his right eye glowing faintly in the dim lighting. As you stood at the foot of the bed, you take a closer look at your husband. Your eyes traced the rope on your husband's body; it's the exact rope your husband used on your body countless times before. The rope's materials were made of several compiled silk threads, twisted with precision to make sure it doesn't unwind. You know that the twisted threats were soft but firm. Soft enough that you can twist and turn in them without getting hurt, but firm enough that you couldn't escape without real effort.
"How long were you like this?" The question left your mouth in a soft tone, absolutely showing the love and affection you have towards your husband.
Sylus gave a chuckle. His lips quirking from his usual smirk to a softer smile. "An hour at most, sweetie. It took me a little while since it was just me doing the work."
You nod your head in understanding as you climbed onto the bed from the lounge chair. Your crawled up the bed until you were right before you husband, resting on your knees with your legs folded beneath you. Being closer to Sylus, you truly looked at him. The rope looped behind his thick neck before descending down his torso. From his collarbone to his hipbone, the rope was knotted into a diamond shaped in the center of his body. The bottom of the last diamond, the silk strands wrapped behind your husband's body, probably making the same design on his back. The leftover rope looped around his triceps then his biceps, binding his upper arms to his torso.
Your eyes trail down his body, taking in more details. The briefs your husband wore was his signature colors- red and black. The majority of the brief consisted of high-quality mesh, the cloth looked shiny and see-through. The actual lace on Sylus' underwear was the red floral designs that decorated his hips and down the sides of his thighs. You don't doubt that it was probably hand woven and sewn onto the mesh. The lace looked stunning. You can see that the lace had some sort of shimmer integrated into it, you would definitely take a closer look. Later.
Your hands slid up the bed, onto Sylus' muscled stomach. You scooted a bit closer to Sylus, so you aren't leaning over uncomfortably.
"What brought this on, my love?" You questioned, your hands roaming over Sylus' twitching stomach.
A small chuckle, "Does there have to be a reason to gift you anything?" Sylus' head cocked to the side, his beautifully groomed eyebrow quirked up. "You have my everything, since you are my everything."
Your chest tightens from his words; you find eyes burning from his confession. You shake your head, crawling forward so you can straddle one of Sylus' thighs. You lip curled into a smile.
"There doesn't have to be a reason, I'm just wondering how I got so lucky. What else is there to this present, beloved?"
Your husband shuffled a bit to lay on his back a bit more. You noticed that his face contorted in pleasure, before settling into a look of want. Pleasure? You stare at the man before you, your eyes studying your husband's face intently.
"What was that, honey?" You ask, leaning forward so you were resting more of your weight on your palms. Sylus cheekbones and ears flush a deeper shade of red as he gave you a half smile.
"Why don't you open your gift and find out?"
You decided that you were in no hurry to open your present and wanted to take your time. You trail your fingers upward, going over the intricate knots and twists before coming to a stop at your husband's chest. You cupped Sylus' pecs, squeezing them roughly before you pinch his nipples. This made Sylus choke on a whine, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You straddle your husband's hips; you position yourself so you were right before Sylus' groin but not close enough that he could find any relief. Your fingers pinch Sylus' nipples again before letting go and continuing on their path.
You grab Sylus' jaw, fingers gripping but careful to not dig into his skin too harshly. You know that you could be rougher, but you wanted to wait until later. You lean forward and press your lips softly against Sylus' lips. As you try to pull away, Sylus chases you. He reclaimed your lips, his tongue slipping in your mouth only briefly before you push him away.
"Is this your present or my present?" Your voice came out in a stern tone; your eyes narrow at your husband.
Sylus' ruby eyes widen a fraction before he huffed softly, "It's your present, dear."
"Then let me enjoy myself."
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You were moaning, your hips bucking into your husband's mouth. The rope on Sylus' arms bound him tightly but didn't completely limit the movement of his arms. Your back rested onto the mountain of pillows at the top of your bed, you were sitting up for the most part just leaned back. Your legs were spread wide across your husband's broad shoulders. Sylus was laying on his stomach, his face buried into your cunt. His face warm and red, radiating heat on your exposed pussy and inner thighs. His upper arms were bound to his sides, but his forearms supported his body weight so he could position himself to eat his favorite meal.
Your hands gripped Sylus' hair, the white strands bunched up in between your fingers. Every time that you grip his hair tighter or rougher, Sylus groaned loudly and hotly against you.
"Oh fuck-" Sulus sucked your clit, his lips smacking sweetly against your puffy folds. He pulled off, scooting his face down so he can lick into your sloppy hole. Sylus wiggled his head, his beautiful nose bumping into your clit in a delectable motion. Sylus wasted no time, honestly. One moment you told your husband to 'get to work', and the next moment Sylus had your legs trembling.
"You're close, aren't you?" Sylus breathed out, his tongue pointedly flicking your nub before flattening out to give kitten licks. It wasn't very long since you two started, but embarrassingly you were getting close. You nodded and he gave a soft chuckle. Sylus dug his face back into your drenched cunt, he licked and drunk your juices like someone who was stuck in the desert with no water. His ministrations brought you closer and closer, you felt the knot in your stomach tightened as you were brought to the edge.
Sylus' lips sealed around your clit and sucked harshly. At some point your eyes closed at the onslaught of pleasure, but you opened them and saw your husband staring at you with greedy eyes. You made eye contact with the rubied eyes before you, and just like that. The knot snapped, and you were cumming onto your husband's face. You watch as Sylus closed his eyes in pleasure as he drank your juices. He even drank your squirt, his throat gulping everything you provide.
When you finally come down from your high, you watched your husband with half-lidded eyes. Sylus’ face was soaked. Your juices shined brightly in the warm lamp light, his lips and chin dripping. Sylus licked his lips, and then wiped any remaining mess off with the back of his hand.
“Thank you, kitten.” Sylus purred and he looks positively drunk off of you. His hair was partially matted from sweating, and honestly how hard you were gripping his hair he looks like the epitome of debauchery. Your fingertips trace your husband’s cheek bone and trail down to his strong jaw. You stroke his jaw gently before your thumb stops at his chin. You then grip his jaw and pull softly, signally for Sylus to come closer to you.
okay i need some help, i'm currently writing a fic of sylus. yknow the holidays and most definitely the time to be...wrapping things. what should i do in the fic, i'm gonna leave a few options down below and maybe yall can vote on it :o
what should reader do? obviously he's bound...
have him service reader/make him do everything reader says
over stimulation with toys only
orgasm denial
pegging him and then riding him after he finished (⊙ˍ⊙)
just a lil blurb on how needy sylus is- i crave this man carnally
reader here has a pussy, but no use of y/n or any pronouns. reader is mixed and brown skinned, and actually Fat, not 'chubby' cuz that's all you see in this fandom. like apron belly, stretch marks, cellulite
To be honest, you didn't know what to expect. It started with you trying to work. The keyword is 'trying'. It's nigh on impossible to try to work in these conditions. These 'conditions' were the most infamous leader of Onychinus was in between your legs, nuzzling into the inner meat of your thighs. For someone that is so feared, he looked absolutely weak and needy on his knees.
It was the first time in two weeks that you were able to see your husband. You were out on a mission and couldn't communicate outside of the very sparse text messages you were able to send out when you finally had signal. That was practically when you were on the way home from said mission. You were sitting in the thick and luxurious, leather office chair that was at Sylus' desk. You were on your laptop, trying to type up the report about the mission.
"Sylus," You sigh, exasperated. "I'm trying to work. I will have the week off once I finish this report!"
A low rumble came from under the heavy dark oak desk. You look underneath the desk to see your husband; his feet tucked under him partially as his legs were spread open for you. To be honest, you'd feel bad for him if you didn't see his leaking cock straining in his joggers. Also, his carpet was so plush that you doubt that he was in any pain. To be honest, Sylus wasn't actually doing anything to you. He was so needy that he was resting his head in your lap, desperately sniffing and huffing your crotch.
One of your legs were on his shoulder, the other pushed aside to make room for his broad body.
You showered before working, desperately wanting to get all the dirt, grime, sweat, and blood from your skin before you do anything in your house. Which is why you were wearing nothing but your husband's thick bathrobe. Not even your underwear, your binder, or your bra. Just...bare.
"I'm not doing anything, kitten." Sylus rubbed his cheek into your thick thigh. You can feel the heat radiating from his face, everywhere in between your legs. You lean a bit further down to actually look at your husband's face, and you already knew that was going to be a mistake. You really did. But you couldn't shake the itch that made you want to see your husband's face.
Sylus' face was flushed. That was an understatement but seeing his normally pale face, now red, in between your brown thighs made you gulp audibly. Your husband's eyes were half lidded, his carmine irises gazing openly at your uncovered sex. You can practically see hearts in this man's eyes, jesus.
"I'm being patient, just like you said." The end of the sentence sounded like he was talking mostly to himself than to you. His breath was heavy, and you can feel the warmth of it causing you and him to slightly sweat.
"I'm not doing anything wrong...am I, kitten?"
He looked up, his eyes clearly filled with desire. Sylus licked his lips before biting them. He brought his face closer to your pussy, only a couple of inches away from your core now. You felt your face heat up even more. You lift your head up, determined to finish your work so you don't have to worry about it later on. You honestly wanted to spend the week with your husband uninterrupted, and you were going to achieve that if that was the last thing you’d do.
You huffed in frustration, "I said, behave. Sylus." You dug the heel that was hanging on your husband's shoulder into his back. You felt your husband stiffen briefly before giving a shudder and a small whine.
You have no idea what has gotten into your husband, he’s been needy before but not like this. God if anyone could see him like this, the big bad leader of Onychinus literally whining in between your legs. Hard and leaking into his joggers, to the point that the front of his pants has a wet patch the size of small teacup saucer. It was pathetic…and you could feel the inner part of your legs getting sticky along with Sylus’ poor leather chair. To which, Sylus scooted up enough that he has your legs spread further. Both of your knees were hanging on his broad shoulders, and he some how managed to bend forward enough under the desk so he could rest his chin and jaw on the very little space left of the seat. In this position you can feel your husband’s heated breath further up towards your belly.
“If I let you finish your report, will you let me make you squirt on my face? Then let me fuck you so hard that you’re gonna be creaming on my cock, kitten?” Sylus’ voice came out as a low growl. It came out as a question, but you knew damn well that he wasn’t giving you a choice on the matter. “Y’gonna fuck that sweet cunt of yours on my tongue? I miss how you taste…how you smell…”
A gasp left your mouth as you felt Sylus start to suck on your right thigh.
“I tried to use your panties. Fist my fat cock on that pretty pair I got you before you left. Couldn’t cum.” Sylus licked the spot he stopped sucking on. “Not even when I watched every video I have…of you and us. My cock is only for you, beloved.”
You feel hot- your face is probably so warm that you feel sweat prickle at your skin. You sigh loudly, clearing your throat.
“I said,” You slip your right foot down from your husband’s shoulder. “Behave.” You slip your foot in front of your husband, and find his cock. Leaking pathetically in his pants. The ball of your foot caressed his tip through the fabric, making Sylus’ breath catch in his throat. You swipe your foot a few more times, smearing his pre-cum on your foot and spreading it further on his joggers. You then press your down on his cock meanly. Nothing to hurt him, but enough to be a warning. To which, your husband let out a loud whimper.
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You were finally, finally done. You worked for a solid hour, your fingertips flew across your keyboard. You were not fucking around, usually it took minimum two and a half hours in order to finish your reports. To fully type what you needed, making sure that you include all the data recorded, rereading and editing your writing to make sure it was comprehensible…then hit send. You may or may not have edited your work into what your usual standard, but you honestly couldn’t care less.
You and your husband had maneuvered yourselves so that you were still sitting how you were, but instead of your legs being hooked on your husband’s shoulders, they were in front of him. Your husband on the other hand, was practically sobbing in between your legs.
You left your foot in between Sylus’ thighs from before locking into doing your paper work. The same foot that was so meanly torturing your poor husband. Sylus gripped onto your thick calf with his left hand, his slender fingers wrapped around the bottom of the muscle. His right hand held onto your foot desperately. Sylus held onto your foot the entire time you worked, he was careful to not jostle you too much. But he couldn’t help himself.
The entire time you typed and edited…your foot was pressed against Sylus’ cock. He was careful not to cum, you noticed that he stilled whenever he brought himself close. His pants were ruined, the entire front of Sylus’ joggers were soaked. Even the entirety of your foot was coated in your husband’s desperation.
You finally triple check that you sent the damned report before exiting off all of your opened programs. Your fingers swiped across the track pad, quickly shutting off the laptop before shutting the screen. You were careful not to slam it though, even if your husband was rich you didn’t want to carelessly break things because you were horny. There was heavy panting from under the desk. You scoot only a hair backwards before looking under the desk. The sight of Sylus made your throat suddenly very, very, very parched.
Sylus rubbed his flushed face from your thighs to the inner sides of your knees. His sweat coated skin scorching you. Your husband looks up after not hearing you type for a minute, and makes eye contact with you. You noticed that Sylus actually had tear streaks on his face and his eyes were glassy as if he was going to weep. You watch as Sylus slid your foot underneath him, locking your thick leg in between his thighs. His carmine eyes were filled to the brim with his neediness.
“Are you finished?” Sylus questioned, his voice cracked from all the moaning and whimpering he did the hour you worked. His tongue peaked out of his mouth and licked his lips.
You nod silently. To which your husband didn’t wait another second and Sylus shoved the office chair back in a single motion. He didn’t push you too far though, only enough that he could come out from underneath of the desk completely. Sylus maneuvered you so that the back of the chair rested on the desk where you once were.
If anyone could come into Sylus’ office, they couldn’t see anything but the back of the plush leather chair. Sylus stood in front of you, bent almost in half so he could press his lips against yours. Your left hand came up to cup your husband’s cheek and jaw. Your right hand slid under his shirt, exploring the muscled stomach underneath. Your palm skirted up Sylus’ side, his skin felt hot to the touch.
Omg hii! Congrats on 200! I was wondering if the ask for the event is still open? I was hoping to ask for smut prompt 11 (quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials) with zayne. Thank you! I hope you're having a wonderful day! Congrats on 200!
Thank youuu 💕 Tbh I’m not sure if I captured zayne properly here since this is my first time writing smut for him 🙈 so please feel free to leave any constructive criticism. I hope this is to your liking though!
Mid-shift fix
Zayne x female reader
Prompt: quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
Content: sex in a public place (no one sees it), slightly mean dom zayne, brat tamer zayne, “sweetheart” used as a pet name for reader, also he calls you a “brat” and a “naughty girl” (i’m sorry if this is an ick), creampie and pulling the panties over afterwards
Zayne should be diligently reviewing patient files. Instead, he’s got you pinned to the wall of his office, your panties hastily shoved to the side and your cunt squeezing around his cock with every ragged breath you take.
His crisp dress pants are barely pulled down. Your blouse is half unbuttoned from how frantically he’d fumbled to feel your skin. The only thing keeping you upright is his solid frame pressing you against the wall—and his harsh grip, fingers digging into one plush thigh as he keeps you wrapped tight around him. His other hand is braced against the wall beside your head, nearly clawing at it as he tries not to lose his mind completely.
“You have approximately five minutes,” he says sternly, even though his voice is rough with desire. “Make it count.”
You whimper, clinging to his shoulders and creasing his pristine white shirt. “You’re the one who interrupted our lunch together,” you tease breathlessly.
Zayne hums a low, humorless sound. “Because you were mouthing off all through lunch. Testing my patience.”
You try to retort, but the way he slams back inside you turns your words to a soft, garbled cry. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and sex, thanks to the sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies—and the coupling of your slick arousal that forms a creamy ring around his cock. He glides in and out of you too easily, the wet sound of it loud enough to make your skin prickle with the fear that someone passing by outside might hear the suspicious sounds.
“I can’t focus when there’s a brat in my office,” he says through gritted teeth, punctuating the statement with a sharp thrust that makes you moan. “But it seems you like to misbehave when you’re with me.”
His voice stays soft even in this moment, still measured and clinical as he reprimands you. It makes your spine go stiff and your cunt clench harder around him. He smirks when he feels it. “Such a naughty girl.”
Even though he teases you for being needy, you can feel him twitch inside you, getting closer with each delicious thrust. He groans against your neck, breath hot and uneven. When he’s this close to your skin, he can’t help but nip at it, leaving small love bites all over you.
“Your time is almost up, sweetheart,” he whispers near your ear, breath tickling your skin when he chuckles at your increasing whines.
Zayne slides a hand between your bodies to rub your clit in tight, punishing circles. It’s not slow or indulgent—just efficient, deliberate. It’s the way he does everything when he’s at work. Like he knows exactly how to get you to crumble in the least amount of time. And he’s succeeding.
“Be good for me now,” he mutters, pace increasing as your legs tremble around him. “Come on my cock so I can get back to work.”
You can’t help but listen when he gets like this—scarily authoritative in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s clear he’s solely focused on punishing you with an orgasm that is too fast, too fleeting to fully satisfy you. And then he’ll send you home with a wet, sticky reminder of your misbehavior seeping through your panties and trailing down your thighs.
Still, you can’t stop the pleasure that rolls through you. Your body tenses, mouth open in a silent cry as your orgasm turns your body to jelly.
Zayne curses, biting his bottom lip to stay quiet, but his controlled thrusts falter with the way your walls flutter around him. He fucks you through it, chasing his own high now with quick, shallow thrusts. And then he buries himself deep and chants your name like a prayer as he pulses inside you.
For a long moment, he doesn’t move. He just leans into you, forehead resting against yours and breath fanning across your lips. His cum drips out of you in slow, warm rivulets the moment he pulls out with a soft groan. Then he carefully sets you down on shaky legs and pulls your panties back up over the mess to keep it all smeared against your puffy folds.
There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he fixes your skirt and blouse with those precise fingers of his. No matter how much you try, everyone will see how thoroughly fucked you are when you walk out of the hospital. But no one will dare say a word to the girlfriend of the esteemed Doctor Li.
“You should go,” he says quietly, already adjusting his own clothes and reaching for the files on his desk.
At first, you think he’s back to his usual cold, strictly professional self. But before you can turn, he cups your jaw and kisses you slowly. His lips mold against yours with more reverence than the clash of teeth from a few minutes ago. He has to use all his willpower to eventually pull away and leave you panting softly.
“I’ll text you when I’m done with work,” he says, brushing his thumb under your lip in a poor attempt to quell the desire to kiss you again. “I’ll be more thorough with your punishment when I come home.”
tags: nothing really? mentions of sex like proposal of it?
(psst im mixed and fat, so like...reader is gonna reflect on that- just an fyi) you know what I'm thinkin' about?
The way that Sylus holds and cleans his gun when you're studying/working. His eyes flickering between you and what he's doing.
Can you imagine? A positive reinforcement? MC/Reader doesn't want to work/study. it's just soooooo booooooring- no fuuuuun-
"Oh kitten, you want fun, do you?" Sylus purrs, his lips quirking in a tiny smirk. He knows the task that you have to do is actually important. You're really horrible when it comes to procrastination. He came back home multiple times to find out that you somehow reorganized his books or records. Deep cleaned the whole house (not that it needed to be deep cleaned, it was spotless beforehand). You've actually taught yourself a new skill- knitting or crocheting. Did you write that paper that needed to be on Jenna's desk at 8am? No. Was it currently 4am? Yep.
Sylus watched as you perked up, your eyes immediately zeroing in on him. Your laptop was sitting in front of you; document still opened on it just not filled out. Your hands were actually preoccupied with figuring out how to crochet a tiny stuffie of your favorite Sanrio character.
"What do you mean?" Your cheeks puffed out a bit as you slightly pursed your glossy lips. Your hands were trying to untangle the yarn that somehow turned into a knot even though you swear that you just untangled it.
Sylus leaned back in his chair, his hips sliding further down on the seat. His legs spread deliciously- you really couldn't help yourself. You stared openly at his bulge; it was his fault anyways. He took the day off, so he sat in his leather armchair cladded in only a plain black tank-top and a pair of dark gray joggers. On his feet, Sylus had on fluffy crow slippers (curtesy of you).
The gun in his hand was placed softly on the small end table next to Sylus, polished like it was just made in the factory. He folded the polishing cloth before putting it next to the weapon. Sylus folded his hands into his lap and stared at you softly, his eyes had a dark glint to them.
"You see, I want you to be a good kitten." Sylus practically purred, his rich voice dropping slightly lower. "If you can complete your paper and send it in... let's, say an hour..."
Sylus' large left hand gestured at your laptop, his fingers going in a circle. "I'll reward you."
You watched Sylus' hand hang in the air for a moment before he rested his arm on the armrest of his chair. You felt your brows furrow as you tried to figure out what your boyfriend was planning.
"Reward how?" You slid the crochet project off the table and onto the floor beside you. You watched as your boyfriend's lips curled into a mischievous smile, the glint in his eye made your heart race.
"You'll get to cum, sweetie," Sylus cooed as he sat up in the chair to rest his elbows on his knees. "Watching your cute face scrunch up as you focus on your little project made me feel a bit...heated. I'll get myself off and you have to finish your paperwork."
You felt your face become warm; you mouth suddenly dry, "So you're gonna distract me from doing my work, how is that going to work?" Your body felt warm, and your clothes only amplified the heat.
"It's called an incentive, Darling." Sylus leaned back into his chair, his legs falling a bit more open. "You were complaining about having to finish your document, right? It's a win-win situation."
[A/N: uhhh first time writing for this fandom, i feel like that i'm not great at it so uhhhhh thumbs up]
Anyways long time no see- anyways this is gonna be like nasteh smut. Also,, reader is going to be fat- NOT CHUBBY- and mix coded…since i’m in fact fat (NOT CHUBBY) and mixed. I’m also AFAB, so…reader is going to be afab...If this ain’t your cup of tea then please scroll <3. For those who click the read more, please enjoy <33
Also I’m going to write all the tags up here, if I forget any lmk <3 (This is my first time writing for cod-) also all grammar/spelling mistakes is mine- not really proof read
Tags: smut, oral (both receiving), terms for simon’s parts are dick/cock and hole, terms for reader’s parts are pussy/cunt, clit etc etc. Ghost is nasty as hell, nothing is too nasty for this boy, dirty talk, degradation, hair pulling, established relationship, daddy kink (only a little), good sweetheart is used instead 'good boy' or 'good girl'
MDNI; ageless blogs or anything under 18 is blocked
Word count: ~3.6k (LONG BOI)
Really, it was embarrassing. You were at the bar waiting for your boyfriend when a guy approached you to chat you up. You’re not the type to ‘be mean’ so you entertained the man. Entertain isn’t really the term for what you were doing, you were just sitting there while he talked a mile a minute about himself. You were polite and smiled, nodded when the guy took a fucking break to Breathe. But really you weren’t listening in the slightest. You were just sitting at the bar waiting for Simon, he told you to ‘dress pretty’ for him. And you did. You love dressing up for him. Sometimes he’d even pick the outfits. You really dressed more androgynous than anything, but sometimes you dress more femme or sometimes more masc. It was just what you felt like.
“‘Im botherin’ you, birdie?” A thick raspy voice whispered hotly in your ear. Simon. You turn to face your boyfriend, and immediately your eyes wandered his huge form. Simon was wearing his favorite leather jacket, the one you got him that you hand embroidered a skull with flowers pouring out of its mouth. (It was the same flowers he got you or your first date together). He was wearing a loose dark gray muscle tank, a sinfully shredded dark washed tight-as-fuck denim pants, his beat up black steel-toe boots, and his dog tags. Well not his dog tags per-say. It was Your tags you made for him as a gag gift- the ones you get from the tag machine in the grocery store for cheap? On the tags it read ‘Property of…’ followed by your initials.
“Ay, we was talking- me and ‘er!” The man now noticed that you weren’t paying attention to him in the slightest. Simon stared at your face as it scrunched in annoyance when the man called you ‘her’.
“Well obviously, they aren’t interested are they?” Simon turned his attention to the inebriated man before you two. “And I think, you should leave ‘em alone, hmm?” You flicked your gaze between the drunk man and your boyfriend. You watched as Simon’s eyes shined in the low light of the bar- they promised something dangerous and screamed that he was irritated. And you also looked back at the drunk man, you noticed that he also caught onto Simon’s cutting glare. The drunk man tsk’d at you two before sliding off the bar top and stumbling his way pointedly away from you.
“Si,” You sighed, your eyes fixating at the man’s hairy pecs spilling from the sides of the muscle tank. “I could’ve handled that, y’know.”
Simon watched the drunk man basically distanced himself from you two by the entire establishment. When he could not longer see the drunk, he turned his attention back to you. He gave only a small hum in response before scooting your bar stool a little to the side so he can slide his massive frame next to you properly. He slid his thick arm around your fat waist, and pulled your body closer. Simon stared at you for a second, his lips curling into a tiny smile before he turned his attention towards the bartender that walked up. He ordered a shot of whiskey after the bartender greeted you, and he ordered whatever you were sipping on before he got here.
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“C’mon, birdie,” Simon cooed. His hand trying to pull you after him. You follow your boyfriend with no hesitation. You’d follow him anywhere if it meant you were with him. You always mean that when you’re sober but you most definitely mean it when you’re slightly buzzed. Simon continued forward until there was a door. He let go of your smaller but chubby hand, and turned towards you slightly holding his hand up. Simon mouthed ‘wait here’ before shoving his way into the door. You wait for a second before realizing there was a ‘male’ sign right next to the door. Simon brought you to the male’s bathroom. He popped out a moment or two after your little epiphany, his scarred face cracking into a mischievous smirk right before you.
“Why you got that smile on your face? That glint in your eye?” You murmur. Your brows furrowing in suspicion as Simon’s massive hand wrapped around your thick arm, and pulled gently. You cautiously followed Simon into the restroom, he let you walk past him before he made sure to close and lock the door.
“Si?” You murmur, a question not asked but most definitely in the air by how you say his name.
“You know how sexy you look? How I had to hold myself back from taking you home, immediately?” Simon began to crowd you. You walk backwards until you hit a small wall, stopping you in your tracks. “I want to eat you whole.” Simon leaned forward, his face passing yours but stopping by your ear so he can nibble on your earlobe. His hands skirt past your chest and press onto your apron belly. His fingers splayed out as Simon’s meaty paw slid to the rolls of your waist. His other hand pressed into the old chipped tiled wall, caging you in.
He pulled back, his teeth catching on his lower lip as he scanned your body. He looked like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. You gulp as the hand on your waist slid up your body and cupped your round face. His thick thumb coming to stroke your plump lower lip.
“Y’ear me, love?” The question snapped you out of your head.
“W-what?” You mumble, face heating until the man’s dark eyes. You lick your lips subconsciously as you watch your boyfriend shove two of his fingers into his own mouth. You watch him pull the digits out, thickly covered in his saliva. Simon huffed a small laugh at you before shoving his spit coated fingers into your mouth harshly.
“Said, you like to entertain any man that talk t’ya?” The corner of his mouth quirked into a smirk, the scar on his upper lip becoming more pronounced at the action. You tried to answer, to tell him no, because he’s the only one you ever want to entertain. But Simon’s thick fingers pressed harshly onto your tongue, making you gag pitifully.
“Thought I said to dress pretty f’me? Not to whore yourself to anyone that shows ya attention.” Simon pressed his fingers a bit further down your tongue, giving you a heated stare as you gag again. “Not giving you ‘nough attention? Wanna be a preening slut?”
Your chubby hands grip your boyfriend’s thick forearm, your fingers digging in the muscle there as Simon thrusted his two fingers back in forth in your mouth, basically fucking it. You couldn’t help it, your eyes rolled back as Simon spat into your gargling mouth.
The hand that was supporting him on the wall slid down your shoulder to your chest. You decided to not wear a binder or a bra- your chest was more or less in the padding of the dress’ bust area. The bust of the dress was sturdy so you weren’t worried a stranger would see anything, but it was useless agains your boyfriend’s merciless fingers. Simon’s pointer finger and thumb circled found your nipple, and pinched- hard. The pinch made you whine loudly around the fingers in your mouth, the spit pooling in your cheeks spilling down your chin.
“C’mon then, on your knees. Since y’want to be a whore so fuckin’ bad.” Simon pulled away, backing so he was almost right next to the bathroom door. You stumbled after him dutifully. Your feet tripping over each other just to be good. You sink to your knees in front of your boyfriend, your body pooling at his feet waiting to be ordered to do something.
Simon stared at you, his eyelids drooping in insatiable hunger. There you were. Your dark babydoll styled dress fanning your beautiful plush body. The straps of your dress tied only tight enough to not slip off your thick shoulders, but not tight enough to dig into your brown skin. Your legs were covered with sheer black tights, over them were large fishnets, and your feet were in a pair of platform mary janes. The color the skirt of your dress was a deep brown, darker than your skin but similar in saturated warmth. Laid over your skirt was a black reflective mesh, that under certain lights does it show greens, golds, and partially maroon. And the top of the dress was black- in the middle of the bust was ruched, but the rest of it was plain. The straps were made of the same brown that made the skirt, without the reflective mesh.
You wore the dress Simon bought specifically for you. And you made his heart stop in adoration. Really, he wanted to make you a necklace of hickeys right when he saw you- scream that you were his and nobody else’s.
The palms of your hands gliding over the tops of his thighs made Simon come back to the present. His eyes focusing on your face- your two toned lips parting just a little as your warm honeyed eyes made contact with Simon’s near black ones. He gave a rumbly chuckle at the needy look on your face.
“You wanna make it up t’me, Birdie?” Simon rasped out, his tongue feeling dry at the sight of you. You nodded obediently- he would call it more eagerly than obedient, to be honest. Simon slid his thick palms over the front of his jeans, swiftly hooking his thumbs at the top to unbutton the damned things. He yanked his jeans down only halfway on his thigh.
“Look, lovie.” Simon gave a toothy smirk. He pulled his boxers tight against his dick, showing the big wet patch on his boxers. “Look at how wet you made my hole.”
Your mouth falls open, your eyes zeroed in on the wet patch and how his dick was stiff enough to pitch a small tent in his boxers. A needy moan escaped before you even registered you were making any noise. You scoot even closer, and rose so your face was level to your boyfriend’s dick. You can smell his wet musk- fuck. You leaned your head forward, your nose and lips nuzzling into Simon’s hardened dick.
In turn Simon gave a shuddering moan. His hips lifting from the tiled wall to meet your face. Your lips open partly, only enough so you can wrap them around Simon’s dick. You suck on the small length through his underwear, not caring enough to pull down the briefs. Some part of your brain itched at the idea of soaking his underwear- one way or another, telling everyone ‘I did that.’
Simon’s meaty paws tangled themselves into your thick coily hair- gripping your curls at base of your scalp as he thrusted up towards your face. Your chubby hands find purchase on some of the distressed holes in your boyfriend’s jeans. You curl your fingers in the holes to ground yourself- fuck it, if it needs go get replaced you’ll get him a new pair.
“Ah, fuck-“ Simon grunted out, his dark thick brows furrowing as he ground his hips up into your face. He rode your face for a moment or two before gripping your curly hair tightly and yanking you off of him.
You whine pitifully at the loss, your tongue darting out to lick at the juices coating your lips already.
“Thought you wanted to make it up t’me, mm?” Simon murmured, his voice turned gravelly. His left hand gripping your hair a bit better- tighter. His right hand untangled from your curls to stroke your round face.
Your head was barely able to tilt towards his calloused palm, but you relished at the warmth radiating from it. Your eyes slipped closed as your boyfriend’s thumb stroked your cheek. You only hummed a small ‘mhm’ in response before Simon’s thumb hooked itself into your slightly parted lips. The thick digit roughly caressing the inside of your cheek before it settled at the front of your tongue. Just behind your teeth.
“Suck my cock proper, ‘less y’wanna entertain the drunk from earlier?” Simon’s tone began to ooze with condescension- his lips pursing into a small pout. “Thas whatcha want? Suck on some whiskey dick- even though he can’t make ya feel good?”
Simon moved his thumb out of your mouth, trailing a fat line of drool down your chin as he gripped your jaw. You felt your brows furrow at the thought.
"No," You sniffled. Simon stretched the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "Only you, daddy."
Simon's eyes widened. His mouth falling open in surprised. This was a new one. But it didn't help that when you said it, his hole got even more wetter. Fuck. His teeth caught his bottom lip as he it took all of him to just not consume you entirely.
"Daddy, eh?" Simon huffed a low chuckle. "Wanna suck on daddy's cock? Make daddy cum on ya pretty lil' face?" His dark eyes watched as you nod frantically- eagerness to please radiating off of you.
He cursed lowly before releasing your face, Simon kept his left hand tangled in your curly hair but hastily hooked his drool coated thumb into the waistband of his boxers. He could give zero fucks if it was nasty or not, he was turned on way beyond what he thought he was going to be in a pub bathroom.
Simon didn't even pull his boxers that far down. He pulled it down enough that it bunched up on top of the ever tight denim jeans. He then guided your face close to his dick, thick hands gripping your head firmly but gently. You didn't really need any prompting. You were so fucking thirsty- not for food but for your boyfriend.
"C'mon, birdie. Show daddy you're a good lil slut." Simon goaded, his voice dropping into a low and raspy hum. To which you whine, your face already leaning forward to plant itself into your boyfriend's now dripping hole and perked dick.
Your lips circled Simon's dick, your tongue stroking the nub as you sucked on the small length. You slurped up any juices in between sucks as you went down on him. Simon gripped at your hair close to your scalp, fingers pulling pleasantly on your locks. His right hand rested on the crown of your head, fingertips stroking your scalp gently in encouragement as he shoved your head even closer to his groin.
"You're such a good whore," Simon groaned, his hips bucking on their own into your face. And you took it like a champ, pushing your head against his pelvis to get his length somehow even further in your mouth. At this point you letting out little moans and whimpers as Simon used you as he saw fit. Nothing more but a whore. The whole idea of being used like this is making you soaked, you already can feel your tights sticking to your thighs nastily.
Simon began to feel his gut tighten. It was a shame, but you really couldn't blame the poor man though. He was worked up at how fucking delicious you looked tonight. For him. And damn if that didn't make him so fucking hungry. You wearing what he bought and picked out for you- it was his secret way of letting everyone know that you were his and only his. Nobody could do a damn thing about it.
Simon slid his right boot in between your thighs, prying your legs apart and placed the toe of his boot right underneath your pussy. You were doing so good, and he had to reward you. The sight of you on your knees for him was literally going to kill him, he swore it.
"Here-" Simon cut off as you hollowed your cheeks on his small length, your brown eyes watching him as his hips stuttered at the suction. "Use my boot, baby. You've been such a good sweetheart f'me. Get yourself off on my boot."
You moan hotly against Simon's length. Your legs spreading enough so you were able to sit on your boyfriend's steel-toed boot. You press your clothed pussy on the toe, and ground down. It took you a moment, but you found a good rhythm. You began to moan hotly against Simon's length, your tongue swiping as you go down. Trying to get anymore of his wet juice on your tongue.
Simon watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, sucking him off and getting yourself off making you look delectable. The sight was ruining him, and he was was so close to hurtling off the cliff of no return.
So close. But he heard a familiar voice approaching the bathroom door. Something along the lines of 'order another round, gotta take a piss'. It was the drunk man from earlier. A wicked idea popped into his head, and it caused him to groan. Loud.
Your eyes fly open to look at your boyfriend. You make eye contact with Simon, and you watch a mischievous glint form in his eyes. He is never this loud in anywhere other than your private flat- though Simon pressed your head towards his groin when you began to slow down in confusion, signalling to continue as you were beforehand. You do as you were told and even doubled your efforts. You wanted Simon to ruin your face and possibly your dress. You wanted him to make a right fucking mess of you.
"Ah fuck, baby. You doin' so good f'me." Simon groaned out, a bit louder than he usually was. But the praise made you melt. You ground harshly against his boot in response.
"Such a good slut, huh? Bet that wanker from earlier couldn't make you cum, yea?" Simon bit his lip, he was right there. And you digging your pudgy fingertips into the front of his thighs, and it was sending him even further to the edge.
You began to unconsciously make these whining moans. Muffled because you were buried deep in your boyfriend's slit, but they were getting more and more frequent. Simon pulling harshly at your hair and he actually began tipping his foot up to meet your thrusts was making you so fucking desperate. You ground your hips even faster on Simon's boot, you just wanted to cum. His praise was making your head foggy and making the coil in your belly tight.
Simon cursed at the sight before him. You looked back up at him and your eyes were wet and shiny with tears. Honestly you looked so pitiful, and it made him finally lose it. Your boyfriend shoved your face firmly onto his dick.
"Fuckin' take it- take it." Simon grunted, honestly not caring to entertain the drunk man that was most likely on the other side of the locked bathroom door. He ground his hips into your face. You open your mouth and made your wide and firm. You let him ride your tongue as he gushed on your face. You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the taste.
The coil in your tummy snapped. Your hips gave one maybe two thrusts before stilling on Simon's boot. Since your mouth was open to let him ride your tongue, all of your groans escaped unfiltered. They echoed the empty bathroom along with Simon's low grunts as he came down from his high. Your hips twitched a bit as Simon moved his foot back, unconsciously trying to follow the now soaking wet shoe. The two of you stay in place a couple moments, both of you trying to catch your breaths for a second.
Simon looked at you, his hands were already untangled from your curls- but he already caused your hair to become unfortunately frizzy beyond repair. He gave a sheepish smile when you looked up at him. He held our his hand to help you up, which you gratefully accepted. Simon made sure you were steady on your feet before pulling up his boxers and jeans. His fingers deftly buttoned his pants in record time even though Simon's hands were shaky from the orgasm you yanked from him.
"Let's getcha clean up," Simon murmured, his hands coming to soothe any wrinkles in your dress and pat any dust off the fabric. He gently clasped your hand and pulled you to the sink. Simon yanked a couple of paper towels from the dispenser before wetting them to wash your face. He took the we paper and briskly but softly, wiped your face. Simon made sure that he thoroughly cleaned off your face before taking your hand and led you to the bathroom door.
You soaked his boot, and honestly the leather is squeaking partially on the tiled floor because of it. But Simon reveled in it. You came on his shoe, like a good little slut. And he was pretty sure the drunk man from earlier knew it too. Since he was mostly definitely outside the bathroom door. Simon threw the paper towels away in the trashcan before reaching and unlocking the door. He yanked it open, and as expected the drunkard was there. And like the disgusting man he was, he fell forward because of fucking course he was leaning to listen to the two of you.
"Sorry 'bout tha mate," Simon smirked, perfectly avoiding the man on the floor. "Didn't meant to keep ya waitin'. " He gripped your hand tighter, and pulled you along with him.
(Ahhhh A/N: wanted to add like a whole other two scenes to this but this thang is LONG. so uh, if you want more? also. again my grammar and spelling?? all my fault. I honestly don't care to be like. super proper about this. so apologies. <3)
aaaaa fuck the poolverine fic that im writing is so horney that i had to break it in TWO chapters and the worst thing is that it's fucking 9k for the first chapter and the second one is already at 2k and im not DONE. send help
also if you wanna be horney too here's the link teehee READ THE TAGS.
im almost done with the poolverine fic- it's almost 8k jfc im so tired and i was sick so that's why it took so long, ik nobody actually cared but still yet-
