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🧜♂️ RAFAYEL
Paint Her Insides - Sneak Peek 👀
🐦⬛ SYLUS
Muumuu & Mayhem -A quiet night in turns deliciously chaotic when Sylus shows up with takeout and tender intentions. In this world of muumuus, cravings, and flirtation, comfort and chemistry take center stage.
❄️ZAYNE
A Beautiful Mess - She missed him. So she took matters into her own hands until he walked in and reminded her what real pleasure feels like.
🍎 CALEB
Applesauce - Love, legacy, and a promise for the future.
💫XAVIER
Coming soon!
🫦 MULTI/OTHER
Nine (Part One) - Gideon x MC - “Pick a number,” he said. She chose nine. Now she’s questioning her sanity and her stamina, as Gideon sets out to prove he’s a man of his word.
Nine (Part Two) - Gideon x MC
- A continuation of part 1. Nine orgasms isn’t just pleasure. It’s devotion. Every touch from Gideon is a vow. Every climax, a confession.
He promised nine, and he meant it. Gideon doesn’t just aim to satisfy. He aims to own every inch of her.
✨️🧠✨️ HEADCANNONS
Who's More Likely to Have A Side Hustle on the Quinn App
Sweet Release: Where He Likes To Leave His Mark
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Every now and then my dirty mind likes to think about where the LADs love interests like to um, “come undone”— emphasis on come. So, I said why not make a headcanon. I wanted to get this out a couple weeks ago but the way life has been kicking my ass lately, I had to put it on hold. But alas, here we are!
Also, it's my birthday today (09/10) so wish me a Happy Birthday :)
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Sylus- Shoots Up the Club
We all know Sylus is very much hard on the outside and chewy on the inside. He loves being domestic. He can get crazy in the bedroom, of course, but for him it’s not just sex. It’s grounding. It’s about the claim. Mine, mine, mine. He wants, no he needs part of himself to stay buried deep. A place no one else can reach. He likes the idea of finishing in you and you dripping and walking around with him inside you all day. He’s the type to push your legs back and watch as he twitches inside you, filling you to the brim. He wants you overflowing and when he’s done, he pulls out slow just to see it ooze out then takes the tip of his dick and pushes it back in. When you’re done and out and about, he touches your stomach just to remind you that he’s there.
Sylus’ pace quickens as he presses his forehead against yours. “Tell me where you want it, kitten.” He asks knowing full well you’ll say “Cum inside me.” Because that’s his favorite place to release. He wants to hear you tell him. To give him consent. To give him your absolute surrender to be marked. To be claimed. He reaches below and grabs your ass so his reach inside you deepens. The pain and pleasure of the jousting match between his tip and your cervix makes you wail. You clench hard and gush around him, wetting his abs and inner thighs. He snarls as his body tenses and his hips stutter as he begins to flood you. He growls into your neck as you clutch him tighter, feeling his hot seed fill your womb. And he doesn’t stop until he’s given you every last drop.
Zayne- Face Paint
A man of calculated control until you rip it from him. He like every other Virgo (myself included) appears stoic, unmoved, and reserved until you get us behind closed doors. Behind closed doors and with the one he loves is where he feels safe enough to let loose. Zayne loves to express his devotion through sex. Once he’s gotten that green light from you, it’s like something in him breaks. It snaps. It’s something incredibly addictive and attractive about cumming on your face. Seeing himself on your face destroys every wall he built. It’s deliciously filthy and drives him wild.
Zayne fists your hair with one hand and himself with the other. His head tips back as his orgasm swells within him. You, on your knees, gasp in anticipation. After he fucked your mouth until your throat and lips were swollen and bruised, he pulled himself out and aimed his tip slightly over your face. Precum splatters on your top lip and cheeks as he strokes himself violently. His balls rise as they prepare to release. The head of his dick expands, almost turning purple from the blood-flow and pressure. He mutters a curse and groans loudly, calling your name as messy streams of his cum streak across your lips, your cheeks, your chin and the tip of your nose. The last few spurts land on your forehead and in your hair. He looks at you, smiling and ruined, as his loss of control leaves him weak at the knees.
Rafayel- A blank canvas laid bare before him, painted into a masterpiece with his cum.
(Breasts, stomach, pelvic mound and especially inner thighs)
You’re a beautiful, chaotic canvas. Only his seed is worthy of decorating your temple. Marking it is almost intoxicating to him. The act is theatrical and indulgent. Every drop that lands on you has a purpose. He wants to paint your breasts, your stomach, your mound, and the delicate softness of your thighs. It’s sensual and messy in a way that feels sacred. Like worship. He’s probably come up with a name for the color of his cum. “Ivory Sin” or “Opaline Ruin.” The image of you laying on your back, legs spread with him glistening and marked almost makes him cum back to back. And because sometimes he has two cocks, there’s so much material he can work with. When he’s given you every last drop, he doesn’t stop there. He uses his fingers to smear it or slaps his dick against your skin, creating splatters that fly to your chest or your arms.
Rafayel’s hands grasps your hips as he thrusts into you mercilessly. “Oh cutie. Look at you. You’re almost perfect.” He groans, his voice rough and deep. “These hips were carved to take me. Your breasts, your thighs, your stomach. A perfect, blank canvas. My favorite canvas. You’re nearly a masterpiece. Soaked, stretched, and trembling for me.” His hips slam forward, hard and deep. Unrelenting. “Fuck you’re gripping me so tight.” His pace falters as you clench down on his two cocks buried inside you. He’s right at the edge. His hand comes to squeeze your throat. His thumb stroking your jaw like he’s guiding a brush-stroke. He looks down at your bare breasts and stomach. “The piece is nearly complete…” he pants, thrusting harder. “It’s just missing one key component. One that will turn you from a rare portrait…” he buries himself until there’s no space left between you two “…to fucking priceless.” He pulls out with a ragged moan, his two cocks glistening in each hand. Wave after wave of his cum shoots across your chest. He lowers himself, aiming his seed to land on your stomach. Then even lower, marking your inner thighs. It’s like chaotic brush-strokes, thick and white. You feel the warmth of him on your body and moan in response. When the last wave leaves him, he bends lower to smear his mess across your curves, dragging it like pigment. “I call it, Opaline Ruin,” he says before slapping his cock against your inner thigh.
Caleb- Swallowing Those Appleseeds
He’s extremely devoted to you and it’s not that he questions your devotion to him but when you let him cum in your mouth, it screams trust and devotion, so he doesn’t question you at all. Tasting him. The surrender. Even the way you look at him when you swallow. It makes his knees buckle every damn time. He thinks, “Damn, she loves me enough to let me cum down her throat and she doesn’t spit it out.” He loves the way your lips look and feel wrapped around him. He shies away when he’s first in your mouth, but as you beckon him to be rougher, he gets more comfortable with fucking your mouth.
You moan around his thickness as he thrusts in your mouth. Water from the shower runs down his back as he leans forward, his hands braced on the shower wall. He looks down at you, the woman he loves sitting on the built in seat, gagging his length down. Your throat tightens around him and you look up momentarily, catching the intense look of pleasure etched on his face. His necklace dangles and sways as he watches you. Your tongue flicks across his tip before you grab his length with your right hand and stroke him. Caleb’s head falls back with a low, desperate groan. “Caleb, stop holding back.” You want him to claim your mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you” he brings his head back forward. “You won’t,” you reassure him and spit on his length before engulfing him completely. “Damn….” He brings one foot up on the shower seat beside you. “Fine then.” His voice turns dark before he grabs your hair and thrusts hard down your throat. The sheer girth of him seizing your throat pulls a tear from the corner of your eye. With one hand holding the back of your hair and the other gripping the front of your neck, he steadies you while he fucks your mouth violently. His hips slam into your lips. You can’t help but gag and choke around him. “Is this what you wanted…fuck.” He ruts into your mouth with such intensity, the back of your head hits the shower wall. You lean back, look up at him with tears running down your face, and surrender yourself to him. His control shatters as he groans and bucks his hips, flooding your mouth. It’s thick and seemingly endless. It begins to leak through the corners of your mouth. He pulls out just enough to see pulses fall on your tongue and you greedily open your mouth wider for him before swallowing everything he pumps into your mouth.
Xavier- Cums Wherever He Wants (and you let him)
He doesn’t have a “favorite” place to cum because his favorite is all of them. He’s greedy where he finishes just like how he’s greedy with you. He’s never easily satisfied with one area. It’s too restricting. When he’s in his element, he thrives on the chaos of it being everywhere. Of it being messy. He wants to see you dripping, streaked, and painted in his filth. Like Sylus, he wants to claim you and “mark his territory” but unlike Sylus, Xavier wants you baptized in it so there’s no doubt in his mind (or yours) who you belong to.
Xavier’s chest heaves as the last drops of his first orgasm spill across your breasts. Sweat drips from his temple as he asks you to get on your knees. His dick slaps your cheek, smearing remnants of his cum across your skin. You begin to open your mouth for him but he’s already impatiently pressing the tip against your lips and chin. As he nears his second orgasm, he pulls out of your mouth and strokes himself, beckoning you to bend over. You obey and with a sharp inhale, he releases on your back and aims lower, streaking your ass. His dick twitches in his hand, sending more ropes near your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. He kneels down behind you, lifting you up flush against his chest, his cum on your back smearing on his chest. “Not satisfied yet”, he says softly in your ear. “Are you ok?” he asks. You nod yes and he reaches down between you, his dick still very hard, and positions himself to enter you. “Open your legs”, his voice no higher than a whisper. Without a word, you spread your knees apart and in one slick motion he enters you. He’s deep inside thrusting to his third orgasm. You lean back and melt into his embrace. He kisses your cheek before wrapping his hand around your neck. His other hand reaches around to wipe his first release into your breasts and nipples. He brings his hands up to your mouth and you don’t hesitate to lick him from his fingers. He thrusts up hard and fast at the sight of you savoring him. He fucks you into an orgasm before his own, holding your hips down so he cums deep. All of you his. All of you claimed.
My 3 year old son woke me up at 3 a.m. because he had to go potty. Even though I was tired and eager to go back to bed, afterwards we got some applesauce. It made me want to write a soft, one shot with Caleb and MC.
(I didn't do much proof-reading so if there's mistakes, sorry about that)
I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you so much for reading.
TAGS
🏡 Domestic Fluff
💌 Established Relationship
👶 Parenthood
🌙 Late Night Conversations
💖 Tender Sex
🛏️ Safe & Soft
📆 Ovulation
🔥 Making Love
🥛 Breeding
🍯 Breeding Kink
🫂 Emotional Intimacy
👨👩👧👦 Family Life
💫 One Shot
“Mommy. Mommmmmyyyyyy…”
MC stirred in her sleep.
“Mooommmyyyy…”
MC felt herself being nudged. She groaned slightly and opened her eyes. The bedroom was dark, only illuminated by the moonlight that poured in from outside. Beside her slept her husband, Caleb. In front of her was their 3 year-old son, Caelum.
MC opened her eyes, the silhouette of her baby boy becoming clearer as her eyesight focused. She sat up, looked at her son and then the clock. 3:07 a.m.
“Caelum, baby. Did you have a nightmare?” MC rubbed his shoulders.
Caelum wiped his eyes, “I have to go potty.”
“I can take him babe,” Caleb’s raspy voice filled the room. He was still laying on his stomach but his eyes were open, looking at MC.
“No. It’s ok. Go back to sleep. I can do it.” MC gestured, declining Caleb’s suggestion. He gently rubbed her back.
“Mommy, I really gotta goooo”, Caelum started jumping up and down. “Mommy I gotta go pee pee! I gotta potty nowwww,” he continued to whine. “It’s dark…there’s mawnsters in the dark. Mommy come onnnn. Get up. Come on mommy, get up.”
MC exhaled and rose from the bed. Still half-asleep, MC frowned. Her eyes reduced to two groggy slits.
Caelum ran out the room, making sure to look back to see if MC was following him. She was. He turned back around, making his way to the bedroom he shared with his older sister, Evren. The bossy but brilliant 5 year-old girl was now sleeping soundly in her bed.
Caelum turned the corner to his bedroom and stood at the threshold of the bathroom. It was pitch black. Normally, a night-light in the bathroom glowed with a soft galaxy projected on the ceiling, giving Caelum enough ambient light go without fear.
“Oh it must’ve gone out”, MC said to herself.
“Mommmyyyy”, Caelum softly whined.
She nudged him inside the bathroom and flicked on the overhead light, making sure to also close the bathroom door so the bright light would not disturb Evren.
Caelum eagerly hopped onto the porcelain to do his business. He sat on the potty, his little feet swinging back and forth. MC gave him a bit of tissue to wipe himself.
“Wipe your pee pee”, she said.
He did as she instructed and hopped down and washed up. He looked up at MC, “Can I have applesauce?” he smiled sweetly.
MC sighed softly, “Caelum…”
“Please…pleaseeeee”, he pleaded.
“Okay fine. Applesauce, then straight back to bed.” She needed to get a new night-light bulb from under the kitchen sink cabinet anyway.
Only the sounds of their footsteps against the hardwood floor and the hum of the fridge were heard in the otherwise still house. MC went into the pantry, Caelum silently jumped up and down behind her.
“Applesauce! Applesauce! Applesauuuceee!”, he chanted softly.
“Regular or strawberry?”
“Skrawberree”, he answered.
She grabbed a strawberry flavored applesauce cup, paused, and took a second one for herself. Then she grabbed two spoons, peeled off the foil top of one of the cup applesauce, handed it and a spoon to Caelum, before kneeling down to grab a new bulb from under the sink. She sat with Caelum at his and Evren’s little plastic table. He swung his feet under the table. For a moment he stared at her, eyes warm.
“I love you, Mommy”
The admission landed right in the center of her chest. “I love you too, baby.”
He went back to eating his applesauce in silence, feet steady swinging under the table. MC’s own applesauce disappeared in a few calm bites.
Her mind drifted to another time.
MC was frowning, using all her energy to not scream or cry out in pain. She breathed rhythmically, but heavy. Warm water surrounded her as she sat in a blue birth tub. Caleb sat in there too. Her back against his chest. His hands steady at her shoulders, then rubbed her back to provide comfort and support.
“You’re doing so good MC”, he whispered in her ear before kissing the sweat on her temple. She focused all her energy on her abdomen, clenching her teeth as she pushed through another contraction.
Caelum slid into the world and MC caught him. His first sounds. His surprised little wail. So innocent.
“A boy”, Caleb exclaimed with silent emotion. MC could hear the soft break in his voice. She turned to him—tears welled in his eyes. Caleb’s eyes shined in the light as he waved hello to their new addition.
“I done, Mommy.” Caelum’s voice tugged her back to the present. He held up the empty cup.
“Okay. Throw your cup away and put your spoon in the sink.” They both did it together and walked back down the hallway to the kid’s bedroom.
Caelum climbed into bed and under his sheets. MC tucked the corners before smoothing his hair and planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “I love you. Go to sleep.”
She stepped into the dark bathroom. Her fingers found the night-light and she replaced the bulb. The night-light blinked to life and that familiar galaxy bloomed back across the ceiling. When she left the bathroom, Caelum was already asleep, mouth slightly open and his long, dark lashes soft on his cheeks. He looked adorable under the slow spin of make-believe stars. She walked over to Evren and gave her a kiss on the temple before leaving their bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.
Back in her bedroom, Caleb was still asleep. His breathing was steady as he laid on his stomach. His bare back rising up and down. She closed their bedroom door behind her before climbing back into bed.
Once she slipped under the covers, Caleb looped one arm around her waist, pulling her close and nuzzled into her hair.
He inhaled her and groaned slightly, “Caelum okay?”
“He’s ok. The night-light in their bathroom went out. I had to replace it.”
MC rolled to face him. His eyes now open, looking at her. He kissed her.
He pulled back chuckling, “Is that applesauce on your breath?”
She smiled, “We made a quick pit stop for applesauce.”
“Hmm?” He kissed her again, playfully. “Let me guess. Strawberry, huh?”
She nodded. “I was thinking about when Caelum was born.”
His thumb brushed her cheek, “You were a badass. Handled it like a pro. You’ve never been more beautiful than when you brought our kids into the world.”
MC snorted. “I looked a mess. Next time, I’ll wear, I don’t know, like makeup or something.”
He paused, “Next time?” He raised one eyebrow in amusement and flashed her a wicked grin. “Aren’t you ovulating soon?”
MC narrowed her eyes trying to think. “I don’t know. I’d have to check my app on my phone.”
“Go check,” he nudged her.
She rolled over and grabbed her phone off the nightstand. MC checked the app and sure enough she was to ovulate that day. “That’s ridiculous.” She said staring at the screen.
Caleb smirked.
“You know my cycle better than I do.” She put her phone down and went back into his embrace. He kissed her forehead. “Soooo…about ‘next time’…maybe nine months from now?” He pulled her closer before rolling on top her her. The mattress dipped with his movements.
His weight over her felt familiar. The veins and muscles in his arms bulged and flexed around her. His dark hair fell over his eyes slightly, making him appear even more mischievous.
They’d had talks about expanding their family before, but would only try to conceive after Caelum turned 3.
“Okay” she whispered, smiling. “But we can’t be loud. I don’t want to wake the kids.”
“Tell that to yourself” he said before quickly kissing her again. He rose up just enough to slip off his sweatpants, then he slid her panties down. They giggled like teenagers before he settled back over her. Slow kisses melted whatever distance was left between them. His desire poked at her entrance. She was warm beneath him, already soft and wet.
He broke their kiss and took one hand to guide himself inside her. Her being in her fertile window was like a welcome home party for his dick. She was slippery and tight— her velvet walls pulled him in. It didn’t take much effort for him to bottom out. When all of him was in her, he caught the sound that escaped her mouth with his own.
Fuck, she was so wet. Each time he thrust into her, there was a wet squelch when he pulled out slightly. He was going to take his time. She parted her legs a little more, allowing him more access to her. His pelvis was angled just right to give her clit added stimulation when their bodies touched.
MC started to moan a little louder without realizing.
“I thought you said don’t get loud” he teased, driving into her harder
She bit her lip to keep from crying out and squeezed down on him. He furrowed his brow in response. She was slowly becoming undone underneath him.
“Look at me,” he softly commanded. She looked at him, both their faces full of pleasure.
He wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on her shoulder, steady driving into her. Their gazes never left one another. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Thank you MC,” his voice was tender between thrusts. “Thank you for bringing our kids into the world. Thank you for being an amazing person. For being an amazing mother.” He kissed her deeply before continuing, his voice low and sure. “I can’t wait to see the type of mother you’ll be for this little one we’re about to make. Thank you for building this life with me. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” He spoke against her lips.
His pace deepened as she laced her fingers at the back of his neck.
She moaned softly, “I’m close, Caleb,” his words touching her soul.
“Me too”, his eyes were searching hers. “No going back. Are you sure? I can pull out.”
She held him there, “I’m sure.”
“Then don’t take your eyes off me. I won’t take my eyes off you. Let me look at you while we continue this legacy. While we make more of us. You and me.”
MC felt her orgasm crest. Caleb felt his desire explode within him.
Ropes of his warmth filled her. MC’s walls pulsed around him, drawing his seed further and further into her womb. With each release, he thrust deep. MC felt his cum coat her walls. It intensified her orgasm and in turn, MC’s walls clamping down on him intensified his. It was a moment neither of them would forget.
He groaned into her mouth and she clutched him tightly, riding out the last waves of their shared orgasm. They both were shaking and slightly sweaty. He touched his forehead to hers.
“I love you, MC” he said. Before she could respond with her own declaration, his mouth was on hers.
The house settled around them as their breaths slowed down. He didn’t move far, just enough to lay slightly beside her. He didn’t pull out, staying inside her to make sure all of him stayed in her. It was something he’d done with their other children and he wasn’t about to break tradition now.
He held her close as she drifted off to sleep and once he was sure she was asleep, he closed his eyes too, smiling inside knowing their world was about to get a little bigger.
Tags: Fluff, pregnancy, mentions of oral sex & penetrative (MDNI), Sylus having dragon instincts
**this story has no explicit sex but does mention sexual acts. MDNI🔞
**BARELY PROOFREAD SO IF YOU SEE MISTAKES, NO YOU DIDN’T!
*divider by @viviansturns
Sylus knows.
One day you woke up and smelled different.
Catching a whiff of your scent as you flitted past him to get ready to go into the association for the day,“C’mere kitten.” Sylus says to you as he pulls you in for a hug, taking a deep inhale. Your scent floral and spicy ( just like you), and a hint of something—slightly sweet? It was sugary and intoxicating. The dragon instincts within him knowing exactly what it is, but he shakes it off. Because it couldn’t be.
Could it?
Sylus knows.
Your skin is glowing. And your hair is shiny and glossy. “See Sy! I told you the vitamins from that auntie weren’t a rip off! Look at my skin and hair! I have got to call Tara and tell her!” Sylus watches as you prance into the bedroom to call your best friend.
He shook it off again because there was no way.
Sylus knows.
You suddenly become emotional and weepy. You complain about feeling gross and bloated. Your breasts—tender to the touch and you cried when you saw a stray cat with her kittens outside the local convenience store.
“Ahhhh.” He says to himself. It’s just your period. He takes it upon himself to go online to replenish your supplies for the month. He forces the thought out of his brain.
And it works. Until he notices your period never comes. You’re so busy, you don’t realize you missed it.
Two weeks later, he’s once again watching you float around the master bedroom, getting ready to go into work for the day when it happens. He notices something weird about your energy signature. It’s off balance. You’re sitting in front of your vanity, slicking your curls back into a bun—he focuses, then it hits him.
There’s two signatures.
Yours, strong and steady.
And another, light, but also steady, as if it just sprang to life.
His heart lurches. The dragon within him roaring.
You’re pregnant.
Should he tell you?
He decides to wait for you to figure it out.
Sylus knows.
He groans in delight as he laps at your core. Not only do you smell sweeter, but you taste even better. Your essence, thick and syrupy. You become insatiable. Your pussy warmer and wetter than ever, all you want to do is sit on it. If this is what pregnancy does to you, he’s going to have to get you pregnant again right away.
Sylus watches you sleep in bed that night—finally sated, he smiles to himself and wonders when you’re going to realize for yourself.
He doesn’t have to wait long.
The next day you call him from work in a tizzy.
“Hey, Sy…” you say in a shaky tone. “Do you remember when we took that weekend stay at your cabin?”
He remembers that weekend very well. You’d spent most of it in the bedroom going it repeatedly. He remembers your cries of ecstasy, “come inside me Sylus.” “Inside Sylus. Don’t pull out.” “Fuck a baby into me.”
Sylus smirks at himself as he asks you in an even tone, “Is everything alright kitten?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine Sy. It’s just—how long ago was it?”
It’s finally clicking for you.
Sylus is giddy inside as he pretends to check his calendar. “Based off my calculations kitten, I’d say about….nine weeks.”
“SHIT!” He hears you whisper on the other end.
“Are you sure you’re okay kitten? You sound—frantic.”
You respond before Sylus can finish his sentence. “NO! NO! NO! I’m fine it’s just—CAPTAIN JENNA! Yeah, um Captain Jenna was taking bout a weekend getaway with her partner and I mentioned briefly how we went to the cabin and how we had such a good good time, so good—so um yeah that’s it see you later love you bye!”
The line goes dead immediately and Sylus lets out a hearty chuckle. You were panicking. He kind of enjoyed this game of knowing all along when you had no clue.
Sylus turns back to his novel and checks the clock. You’ll be home in a few hours.
At 6pm you barreled into the penthouse with a large pharmacy bag in your hand.
“HIBABEGOTTAGOTOTHEBATHROOMSOOOOOOBAD!” You screech as you run into the guest bathroom and slam the door loudly behind you.
You stayed inside for nearly 45 minutes before he gets concerned.
::KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK :: Sylus raps at the doorway of the bathroom.
“Kitten? You’ve been in there awfully long.”
No response, but he can hear you sniffling inside.
Alarm bells blare in his head. Are you upset? Do you not want this? He thought you’d be surprised sure, but never did he think you’d get upset. You’d talked ad nauseam about children and both agreed that you weren’t explicitly going to try at the moment, but if it happened, you would welcome it.
Did you change your mind?
“Sweetie. You’re crying. Please—” his voice cracks desperately “open up and let me in so I can help.”
A few seconds later you open the door. Making sure to wedge your body in the doorway just enough so he can’t see the 6 positive pregnancy tests on the counter. Your eyes swollen and bloodshot with tears threatening to breach again.
“Kitten?”
“Yeah Sy?” You respond in a voice just above a whisper.
“Whats happening my love?”
Your face scrunches up and you begin to cry again.
Sylus’ eyes widen in horror as he watches you unravel. “Kitten, whatever it is I’m sure we can—”
Before he could finish his sentence, you open the door all the way, Sylus’ eyes immediately dart over to the counter where he sees them.
“I’M PREGNANTTTTTTT!” You wail.
Unsure of your true feelings about the matter, Sylus chooses to remain nonchalant.
“Are you now?”
“I am. I was so busy with work I didn’t even realize I missed my period. Then today Simone asked me for a tampon because we’re synced up, but I didn’t have any. And it was then that I realized I hadn’t had it for a long time. So that’s why I called you earlier because I was trying to do the math, and then when I got off work I bought six different tests. And they’re all positive.”
You were no longer crying. Instead your eyes shone with uncertainty. Giving Sylus an expectant look, the room was silent as you waiting for him to say something—anything.
“So these tears of yours. Are they happy tears or sad ones?”
“I guess I haven’t given much thought to why I’m crying. Im still in shock about how today’s events played out. I’m more concerned with what you think.”
Closing the distance between you, Sylus clasps both of your hands in his. His crimson eyes boring into yours. “What I think doesn’t matter. This….pregnancy, is it something you want?” His hands let go of yours and travel upward toward your face, cupping it. His eyes still searching yours, trying to decipher your feelings.
You shrug. “It’s half yours. You have a say in the matter. Do you want this?”
“Nonsense. I want whatever you want. So let me ask my original question again. Are these happy tears or sad ones?”
The room is silent for a beat.
“Happy.” You mumble.
Sylus drops to his knees and wraps his arms around you.
“Kitten.” He mutters into your clothed midsection.
You card your fingers through his locks and he looks up at you. His eyes wide and childlike. For a moment you could’ve sworn they were a little glassy too.
“We’re having a baby?” He asks you.
Eyes welling with tears, you cry, “yeah Sy. We’re having a baby.”
“I know we talked about it, but I guess I just thought you like wouldn’t be happy or something.”
“Like I told you before, I want whatever you want.” Sylus stands and picks you up bridal style, carrying you through the house to your shared bedroom.
“Put me down! I’m like 5 minutes pregnant. I can walk.”
Placing you down gently on the bed, he climbs in next to you. His large hand covering your still flat stomach. Internally debating whether or not to tell you what he knew, he decides to keep it to himself.
“You know what his means right.?” He says to you as he rubs circles on your belly.
“What?”
“Now you can finally join Onichynus.”
**AN: I kinds feel like this is caca but I’m about to get my period any second now and I’m emotional as hell. I’m also trying to improve my fluff writing.
I’m fairly new to the quinn app, having previously gotten my fill of audible filth from audio-books. About two months ago, I started um, researching on the quinn app. The Devil of Dublin has me in a choke-hold. I don’t know what is is about an Irish accent that gets me going but I wait for his new drops weekly. Plus the sound effects are chef’s kiss.
This coupled with the NSFW audios I partake in, on a discord group I’m in, has got me wondering which LADS love interest would most likely have a side hustle recording audios on the quinn app. This is ranked from most likely to least likely. Just my opinion babes.
Rafayel— “My tongue is fluent in filthy reverence.”
Rafayel is definitely #1. Especially since he can still retain anonymity. Not because he’s embarrassed, he just doesn’t care for people. Doesn’t want to be bothered by them. Even though he’s got a certain disdain for humans, he’s got a huge following and puts quite the amount of effort into his audios. He’s not just making audios, he’s curating experiences. Silk sheets. Candlelight. Wine being poured into the background. He’s using dramatic ass titles like, “Color Me With Your Cries: Aural Worship”. He’ll probably speak Lemurian and a lot of his audios will include perfectly wet kisses, breathy moans, and plenty of time kissing you all over and eating you out. The man loves to munch. Tags would be [Cunnilingus], [Oral], [Goddess], [Cum in my Mouth], [Moaning], [Singing], [Piano], [Nipple Play], [Other Languages], [Cuddling], and [Ocean].
2. Sylus— “You can handle it.”
Like a lot of things, Sylus does this because he can. He said why not, dropped an audio at 2am and now has a feral fanbase. His voice gives you goosebumps and makes your spine curve. The conversations are smug and witty. He’ll give his fanbase a cute nickname. Most will love it and some will hate it but say he’s the only one who can call them that. His audios will probably include leather tightening, gunfire, explosions, and people dying but when he’s done putting you in danger, he’ll provide S-tier aftercare. He will make it seem like he’s the dom, but underneath it all he lets you know you’re the one really in control. He’s at your mercy. Every now and then as a bonus, he’ll have Luke and Kieran do guest appearances. His tags would include, [Murder], [Gun Play], [Post Nut Praise], [Aftercare], [Finish Inside], [Finish Together], and [You Finish First].
3. Xavier— “I wonder what’ll happen if I touch you here…”
Covered by the air of anonymity, Xavier would absolutely dominate on the quinn app. He’s smooth and lethal. He uses this as a way to really let his freak out. Tags would include [Rough Sex], [Spit Play], [Anal], [Multiple Orgasms], [Cumshots], [Dick Slaps], [Possessive], [Daddy], [Cum as Lube], [Spanking] and [Creampies]. He’d probably drop an audio only once a month but the fans would eat it up every damn time. His soft voice and breathing would hit you like a 1-2 combo. One minute he seems aloof, the next minute he’s spreading your legs. His audios would be nasty, filthy and raw. He’s constantly pushing the boundaries and punishing you for giving a random male stranger directions to the store.
4. Caleb— “I can’t help myself around you.”
Caleb didn’t want to do this but he ended up losing a bet against Gideon. What started out as a joke, turned into something lucrative. He has no scripts. It’s rough around the edges, chaotic even but it’s hot as fuck. He loves praising you. He constantly asks how he’s doing and asking for reassurance. His tags will always include [Cumming Inside] or [Breed Kink]. This man ain’t ever pulling out. He’s surprised he’s got so many comments and followers. Out of all the guys, Caleb’s followers are the filthiest. Just horny 24/7, with unhinged usernames. Speaking of usernames, his would probably be something like Colonel Cock.Pit or MileHighDick. Gideon would guest star when Caleb’s out doing missions due to high demand. Other tags would include, [Praise], [Whimpering], [On My Knees], [At Your Mercy], [Good Boy], [Rough], [Aftercare], [Possessive], [Crying], [Switch],and [Sit On My Face].
5. Zayne— “You’re lucky I love you.”
Zayne is too employed for this shit. He’d listen to quinn audios with MC but recording them is another story. Maybe he’d record them but not for the public. He’s king when it comes to bedroom talk IRL but refuses to be perceived by strangers. Zayne feels his voice is too personal and certain sounds and remarks should be saved for the one he loves, even if he can be anonymous. MC, without Zayne knowing, releases one of his audios and it gets 20,000 plays in a week. If he did make audios for the app, his tags would include [Emotional], [Body Worship], [Growling], [Cockwarming], [Falling Asleep In You], [Fingering], [Oral], [Declaration of Love], [Missionary], [Doggy Style], [Cowgirl], [Rocking Chair], [Pool Table], [You On Top], [I’m Your Chair], [Finish Inside], [G-Spot Stimulation] and [Squirting].
