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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Stranger Things
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@kim-stitches
after shower
full
kiss me like it's the last time
40 yr old Sylus😮💨🤤
og post
sylus says stop wasting water w ai smh
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Thinking about Sylus who loves a particular kind of gentle skinship: pressing his nose on your skin.
Waiting in line for your sudden milk tea craving and he’s behind you nosing into your hair (he claims it makes the waiting better)
You’re preparing some food on the counter and he’s there behind you pressing his nose on your shoulders as he watches your hands move
You just wanna feed him some fries but he’s grabbing your wrist to press his nose there then playfully nip the side of your thumb instead of the fries
When he’s in a bad mood, just holding you and pressing his nose on your chest and he’s instantly cooled down
You wear an off-shoulder top and you bet he’s gonna be perching his nose there as if he’s Mephisto
Or nuzzling into the crook of your neck when he wants a cuddle
Or catching you right after a shower and he’s running his nose down your arm and giving little pecks
Maybe it’s the feel of your skin, maybe it’s your scent he wants to inhale all the time
Maybe it’s his dragon’s way of showing affection
You’re lying down on one side relaxing and he’d playfully rub his nose on your waist to tickle you and hear you laugh
And when your scent changes he knows you’re ovulating, it’s sweeter he says, with that hungry look in his eyes, because his very favorite place to bury his nose in is—
Wait am i ovulating? (ignores my empty period tracking app, opens Lads instead to consult his notes)
Chk-chak. PEW PEW PEW!
You can feel it now, right?
Welcome to being an adult! Featuring such injury causing events as
- sneezed wrong
- turned your neck a little too fast
- slept weird
- took the trash out to the curb and stepped at a slightly different angle than usual
- breathed
- failed to breathe properly
- breathed in the wrong stuff. Allergy time
- looked too hard at something too far away
- knees
don't worry about sylus, he is right where he wants to be
"Come on, kitten. You have to work for it."
Sylus's voice was a low purr above you, trailing along your skin as if it had been his own touch. He had you pinned, one big hand easily holding both of yours down against the sheets while the other traced lazy circles just above where you so desperately wanted him.
He had been teasing you all day and now he had the audacity to make you beg for it.
You're trembling beneath him, squirming and tilting your hips to try and catch even a second of friction against your swollen clit. A dark, mocking chuckle vibrates against your throat as he presses a quick kiss just below your jaw.
"Poor little thing." He says, his voice rough and low in your ear as he releases your wrists only to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Did you really think I'd let you off early tonight?"
Sylus adores kissing you. It's quickly become his favorite activity. Every time he sees you, you're pulled into his lap, his big hands squeezing your hips as his lips crash into yours. Sometimes he's rough, other times he's slow, like he's savoring the moment. You never know what to expect from him, but all you know is that he has your pussy dripping within like a minute.
Now isn't any different.
You're straddling his lap, knees digging into the velvet of his chair, while your fingers dive into the silver strands at the nape of his neck, desperately trying to tug him closer. You kiss him like you're trying to steal the breath from his lungs, like you want him to be just as hot and bothered as he makes you. You know he's hard. You can feel his cock just underneath you, pressing right against your clothed cunt like it belongs there. You suppose it does, but with Sylus holding you so firmly, you have no choice but to sit there and try to ignore the way it would feel so good to grind against.
Sylus kisses exactly like he speaks. Demanding and utterly in control. You debate pushing at his shoulders, whining how it's not fair that he still seems so composed, but then his tongue is licking into your mouth. You shiver against him, your hands tugging at his hair. It's ridiculous how easy he has you undone and eager for him to fuck you.
He lets you set the pace, lets you be the one to scramble and claw, but you can feel how intentional he is. Every brush of his lips against yours, every slide of his tongue has you melting into a puddle right there on his lap, and he's well aware of it.
It's just how he likes you, after all. Needy and wet just from a few of his kisses. He hasn't even touched you yet, but he knows if he were to slip his hand into your pantes, he'd find you soaking.
The first time Sylus is a bit too rough with you, it absolutely terrifies him.
He has you bent over the kitchen island, his large hands anchoring your hips with a possessive, unyielding grip as he drives his fat cock into you over and over again. His thrusts are frantic and desperate, driven by a rare lapse in his usual calculated composure. Caught in the surge of adrenaline and raw desire, he reacts on instinct. One hand leaves your hip only to smack against your ass with a sharp crack.
It's a heavy strike, meant to be a sting of pleasure, but delivered with far too much weight. The sound that falls from your lips isn't the breathless moan he expects. It's a sharp, jagged hitch of breath, followed by a small, wounded whimper.
Sylus instantly freezes, the predatory energy that he usually radiates vanishing in the blink of an eye to leave behind a sudden, jarring silence.
He hurt you.
not my circus not my monkeys but thanks to my mutuals i know some of the lore