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this will only appeal to a very small part of the fandom but i want a lads horror banner so bad. no not like catch 22, i want a kindled that gives me the same creeps as the first FNAF game
He's used to your hunter's uniforms, your comfy clothes that consist of oversized shirts with no bras and shorts that could be considered underwear. Your closet is an array of graphic tees and tighter blouses, sweatpants and ripped jeans, a handful of skirts and dresses.
Yet you always gravitate to the same five or six things when he's with you. Not that he's ever minded, he's a creature of habit himself. You like what you like, he can't blame you for that.
When you told him you'd be heading out with a couple of your close girlfriends for dinner and drinks, he expected something a little... different. "I'm about to leave, do you need anything?" You're finishing your mascara in the hallway mirror, blinking and turning your head in each direction to ensure your lashes are evenly coated.
"No, I'm alright. Do you need... any...thing..." Each word becomes a little weaker. He thought you'd wear jeans and a sweater, or maybe sweats. He wasn't expected to see so much... skin.
A lacy black body suit clung to your torso, hugging your breasts so tightly that they spilled just a bit over the top. The straps were thin, exposing all of your shoulders, dipping low to show most of your back. You paired it with a leather mini skirt, ending at your mid thigh and hugging your ass so sinfully Sylus found his throat drying up.
"I have the cash you slipped in my purse still, so I'm more than good." You finally looked at him - whether you heard him trailing off or not he couldn't tell. The look on your face was awfully innocent for someone dressed so sinfully. "Who are you going out with again?"
You began prattling off a few names, rummaging around your purse for your lip gloss. Blissfully - or purposely - unaware that he had set down the book he had been flipping through and began walking towards you. "And you trust them to stay with you all night?" You nearly leapt out of your own skin, fingers dropping the gloss back into your purse as you whipped your head up to look at him. "Sylus, don't start."
It was purely teasing, but it didn't stop his brow from twitching slightly. You really had no clue how tempting you looked in these clothes? "Don't start?" It's a hushed whisper, a step closer has you taking a small step back. "I trust you, Kitten. I think I've made that abundantly clear."
Another step closer, you feel your back ghost the mirror you had been look at only moments prior. "But you've lost your mind if you think I'm letting you walk out of our home looking like this." You flinch as the cold glass hits your bare skin, he's caging you against the wall with his body alone. One glance down at you are greeted with the visible bulge residing at the front of his trousers. "Sylus, I'm going to be late."
"Then tell them to push the reservations back."
You suck in a breath as he pushes against you, hot and heavy against against your stomach. You can feel the need radiating off of him. "I show a little skin and suddenly you don't know how to act?" You watch his jaw tick, silent for a moment to rein himself in. "This outfit is like... the most basic going out fit imaginable." You add, thinking back on your college days and trying not to chuckle.
"It's not the clothing that's working me up, kitten. It's the person wearing them." His breath is warm across your face, noses nearly brushing as his eyes zero in on your lips. "Sy, seriously..."
You swallow, chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. Something that doesn't go unnoticed, he knows he has you where he wants you.
"When do you need to leave?" He moves and you lean back, his lips ghosting yours for a fraction of a second. You're not even sure why you're putting up a fight at this point, what's standing before you is far more tempting than a girl's night out... "In ten minutes."
You needed to leave now.
"I can make do with that." You don't move away when he kisses you this time, letting your purse slide off your shoulder and fall to the ground as you wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss is devastating, his lips moving perfectly against your own, coaxing you open.
Large hands splay over your ass, tugging you flush against the hard planes of his body. The leather sliding up to reveal supple skin, the groan that vibrates his throat makes you shiver. "Wait...!" You push him back, gasping for air as saliva clings to your lips. "We don't have time."
"You're going to ruin my makeup... let me just..." You watch his brows twitch together as you splay both hands across his chest, keeping him at bay as you sink to your knees.
"You think this is a less... messy option?" His chest is rising and falling faster now, cheeks rosy red as you reach for his zipper and tug. "I can wait for later, let me take care of you for right now, yeah?"
Conflict flashed in his gaze, but he didn't stop you from tugging his boxers down next. Sylus' cock is so hard it looks painful to you, red and twitching with pearly beads of precut leaking from his tip. "This will keep me satisfied until I'm done hanging out with my friends." His throat bobs, voice gravely as he speaks. "Are you sure, kitten?"
You don't answer him verbally, instead you guide him to your lips. Looking up at him through your lashes, you let your tongue slip out to lap softly at the underside of his cock. Sylus groans, bracing his hands on either side of the mirror above him as you tease. He tastes sweet, like the honey you mix into his evening tea.
You let your jaw relax, mouth encompassing his head in its entirety. Straining yourself to keep your eyes upwards, eager to soak in every micro reaction Sylus's face is capable of making. "Shiiiit, kitten. Like that... a little deeper..." His head was the most sensitive, most of the time you never had to go much further. You, however, loved the way his jaw went slack every time you managed to swallow him to his base.
You swallow around him, mouth constricting tightly as you press your tongue to the underside of his cock. He's velvety soft and heavy on your tongue, the weight of him enough to make butterflies swirl in your stomach. His hand twitches, nearly reaching down to grab your head.
But he stops, reining himself back to grab the wall again as you bob your head steadily along his length. Not quite all the way, but just enough to make your throat tighten with the urge to gag. The noises are obscene, making your face flush and eyes water as you keep them trained on his fucked out face. "Good job, you're doing so good."
Every praise is accompanied by a twitch of his cock, the sweaty, honey-like precum flooding your mouth. He was already close. You fight the urge to pull off of him, beg him to use you. You don't have time to lose yourself in his pleasure. Especially when you can hear your phone buzzing in your purse only a foot away.
"M'already close." Sylus doesn't stop himself this time, hands cupping your face and guiding your movements. Forcing you just a little deeper with each drag down. You let him, nails digging into his hips for support as you relax your jaw and bear it. You swallow again, suckling harder to silently encourage him to let go. Not willing to depart yet.
He can barely mumble out a warning before he's cumming, hot ropes spilling into the warm cavern of your mouth. Purposely not pulling out as he usually would to make a mess of you. How considerate.
You work him through it, easing up your movement in order to not overstimulate him and start something you truly have no time to finish. Slowly, swallowing everything he offered, you pull off of him with a delicate pop. Grinning up at him lazily and wiping your lips. "It's a good thing I didn't get a chance to put on my lip gloss yet."
Sylus is smiling down at you, a slightly smug look glimmering in his eyes as he thumbs your cheek. "Mmm, maybe you should have waited on your mascara." You blink up at him, realization dawning on you as you jump up and whirl to look at yourself in the mirror.
"Sylus!"
"It was your idea, Kitten." Black streaks of mascara ran down your cheeks, there was no denying what you had just done. "I'm gonna beat your ass!" You squeak, bending down to grab your purse and scurry off to the bathroom to try and salvage what you can. Leaving Sylus to tuck himself away, still hard and ready for more.
M'sorry if this sucks bawls I'm trying to find my writing rhythm again - Soul
sylus and his draconic traits coming out at the most randomest times but you only notice one day after a heavily make out session and you're all kisses and tongue and teeth and breath, hair pulling, waist grabbing, dry humping and he's nipping at your neck, trying to leave a mark on your skin and canines elongates as he accidentally bit the skin too hard it bleeds and he laps at the trickling blood like a kitten with milk. when you pull his hair back, his eyes are startlingly different. the aether in his eye is glowing blood-red, pupils dilated and the other has it narrowed into slits both are solely focused on you, tracking your breath, greedily tracing the details of your face
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