his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, “gonna ease it in, baby… s’gonna feel big. you tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
but you’re already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
“oh—oh, sweetheart…”
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and he’s biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the air’s full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
he’s panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like you’re trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time he’s halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. there’s a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your body’s being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
“just a lil’ more,” he groans, voice cracked. “you’re taking it—so good, baby, so soft down there, you’re squeezing me real tight…”
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesn’t move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
“look at that,” he murmurs, in awe. “my sweet girl’s stuffed so full.”
he doesn’t even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighs—it’s all too much.
he grinds in once—just to feel the way you tremble—and you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
“there you go,” he groans, voice ruined. “that’s it, baby. open up f’me.”
you're an overachiever and certain you can get anyone you want. so you keep pestering this man who's way out of your league in terms of size. it wouldn't matter how big you are, this man will always be bigger, broader, heavier, stronger.
you know you're probably reaching for the stars by flirting with him everyday, clinging to him and rubbing up on him and telling him you're aching and empty and only he could fix it. you know he likes you too, but he's playing hard to get. he keeps warning you, "back off, kid. you're not getting any dick from me."
and you whine and mope about after him, annoyed by the refusal. "but why?"
he scoffs and returns to his task. "already told you. im gonna break you."
and you keep pushing him, giving him eyes and wrapping your arms around his middle so his attention is back on you. "but i want you to break me, please... i know what i want."
and he just shakes his head and picks you up, setting you away from him again and telling you to go play house with someone your size. oh, and that gets to you. fine, if he keeps turning you down, you'll make him chase you by flirting with one his closest friends in front of his face.
the friend is just way too easy, melting at your attention the way he never does. you're almost instantly bored, but you keep your expression bright and flirtatious so it seems like you're having fun. obviously, the man didn't think you'd actually go run off and try to sleep with someone else, because you always ignore him when he tells you to run along and you keep clinging and pouting up at him with your wide eyes and soft lips. and so when he sees you starting to walk off to somewhere private with none other than his closest friend, he loses his shit.
grabs you by the nape of the neck and scowls at his buddy. "they're done here." he snarls, then steers you away like a misbehaving puppy so he can give you the dick you want so bad. you're not getting it from anyone but him. he doesn't care. he's not nonchalant enough to act like he won't be affected by you fucking someone else, but his friend?? fuck no. he'd probably throw up due to jealousy if he had to hear the details about how his friend fucked you.
he corrals you all the way to his home and into his bed, gets you nice and wet by teasing your predictably tight, small hole for hours until you're squirming and begging for him to just fuck you already. a grave mistake.
he finally lets you see the cock he's been warning you about for ages now, and... he wasn't exaggerating. it's long, hitting his belly with a wet thud, leaking thick rivulets of cream along the flared, swollen tip and down his fat, curved shaft. he's going to fill you to the fucking hilt, without a doubt. "w-wait, we should probably-" you try to backtrack, but he's not having it, shoving your legs open as wide as they'll go and cramming his cock into you inch by inch, watching how your pretty hole stretches around his girth and swallows it up.
he groans the closer he gets to bottoming out, and once he does, balls hitting your puffy folds with a juicy, slick sound, he sees the fucked out look on your face, drool slipping down your chin from your parted lips and your eyes rolled back. just one thrust and you're already fucked dumb. pathetic.
"told you you couldn't handle me, you stupid thing." he tuts, drawing all the way out until nothing but his tip is left in you, then he slams back in, causing you to jolt and cry out, before he begins his punishing pace, pounding into you with no remorse. "but you didn't listen. riled me up and tried to fuck my friend, and now you're getting punished."
you cry out and babble his name, body bouncing on his bed as he fucks into you, your belly protruding just a smidge each time he stuffs you up balls deep. he's big enough to hit your cervix each time, tip kissing your womb roughly and rubbing against your cervix muscles, causing little gusts of slick to squirt out of your poor hole. he's hitting that sweet spot that makes you leak uncontrollably.
he bullies his cock into you, fucking you from above with one hand around your throat and the other on your hip, using you like a toy to drag you down onto his cock to meet his rough thrusts. you're loud, too. having zero care if you get caught or not, because all you care about is how good he's fucking you. how his curved cock fills every inch of space within your velvety walls.
he gropes your chest roguishly, playing with your puffy nipples until they get all firm and swollen, then pinches them when theyre at peak sensitivity, rolling the buds around his rough fingertips. when his other hand releases its grip from your neck to play with your clit, pushing back the hood to bring out your stiff clit and pushing and pinching it in tandem with your nipples, you can't hold back anymore, screaming his name and clamping down around him to cum around his cock. he hisses as you squeeze him tight enough to practically wring the cum out of him, and he hilts himself inside you, pouring his thick load right into your womb.
of course a man his size would also have a huge load, and you watch in disbelief as your stomach curves just slightly from how much cum he's filled you with. you're stuffed and fucked out, having gone weak from so much stimulation and being fucked by such a big dick. but he's not even close to being done with you.
he has to make up for all that time you spent bothering him and insisting you could handle him with no problem.
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Gris absolutely loves eating you out the man worships the ground you walk on. He's just so slow and sweet each time. Taking his sweet time with you, practically making out with your kitty. His hands slowly and teasingly run along your thighs, hips, ass and stomach. Before eventually gripping your thighs/or hips with his big strong hands. Keeping you pinned in place as he eats you out and worships you. Making sure you don't run away from him. This man isnt above getting down on his knees. Hooking a thigh over his shoulder and sucking his head under your skirt. Pushing your panties to the side. He doesn't care if you're in a quiet hallway, his office, your office or bedroom. He just needs to worship you. Long slow drags of his tongue. Adding his fingers after making you cum twice alone on his tongue. His one finger alone is the size of two of yours. They're just so thick and long. Reaching deeper than you ever could. Sucking a few hickies along your inner thighs because only he'll ever know they're there.
(help the fact I can drop this and still not say cunt or pussy. I'm sorry for the embarrassing use of kitty)
Running away now
I almost forgot this existed and moaned out loud bc damn. And then I died bc you know what happened after you sent this 🫣
Can't recover from it because damn I need this man so fucking bad I don't have words other than I wanna ride him and his stupid handsome face too. I wanna flood the room and abusjehejwnwjwkwnsjs
Riding Gris and you can see how his abs tense up the moment you sink down. And when you finally have him balls deep inside of you, his thighs quiver from how hard he has to hold himself back from fucking himself into you...
Gris Rubion is a gentle lover. Especially when his girlfriend is usually so shy and reserved, he's more than happy with just going at your pace and tend to your needs as best as he can. Until one night you have a drink too many during a party at Cleaners HQ and he's face to face with a totally different side of you— bolder, definitely hornier, whispering softly in his ear "please, don't hold back."
And suddenly you're face down, ass up, Gris' hips colliding into yours with a speed and vigor you had never seen from him, though perfectly fitting for his build. One of his large hands is splayed over the small of your back for leverage, while his other is wrapped firmly around the headboard. The chatter from the common room is enough to cover the sound of the bed creaking under the sheer force of his thrusts, and he allows himself to be louder than usual.
You, on the other hand, are losing your mind. Drool drips from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow your face is shoved in, no articulate sound coming from you apart from the slurred cry of his name in-between harsh slaps of skin against skin. "Nghh— mhf!" are the sounds he mostly hears, along with loud, whorish moans he wasn't aware you could produce whenever his cock would hit that soft little spot inside of you.
"I - hah - never thought you liked it this - fuck! - this rough, b-baby..." Gris breathes out, his chest and carved abs slick with a sheen of sweat. It was his first time going all-out on you, after all. "But you take it so. Fucking. Good." Each final word was punctuated with a sharp thrust, followed by the sweetest whimpers falling from your lips.
So what if he ends up cracking the headboard from gripping it too hard? It was just a small accident! Of course, he'd rather get devoured by a trash beast than explain it to Semiu or accidentally being heard by Enjin, but it's definitely worth seeing your blissed, fucked out expression, flushed with afterglow, and full of his cum. It's just a matter of learning to manage his strength with you!
Synopsis: first time going raw and he’s addicted to the feeling
feat: enjin, tamsy, gris, zodyl x afab!reader (individual)
Content: unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, rough sex, doggy style/prone bone, manhandling, choking (Tamsy), mean dom!tamsy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pússydrunk men, mating press (Gris), not pulling out, breeding kink, husband!zodyl, husband!gris, marathon sex (Zodyl), I hope is didn’t forget anything and I apologize if I did!
master list -- here w/c -- 3.1k (average 750 each)
♥︎ —enjin
“W-what?!”
Enjin sputters, doing a double take at your request. He wasn’t quite sure if he heard you correctly or if he was mind was just trying to play tricks on him. Because there was no way you could’ve possibly said what you just said. But deep down, he hoped like hell he was right.
“I said that next time we have sex. I don’t want to use a condom,” you repeat. Your boyfriend stiffens, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. Almost as if you just slapped him when making your wicked request. Were you trying to kill him? Based on your sly smile, Enjin is truly beginning to believe that you’re nothing but trouble disguised as a vixen. That’s what it had to be.
“G-goddamn woman,” Enjin exhales shakily. His clothes were suddenly very constricting. He tries to suppress a groan when his cock throbs, pressing uncomfortably against his thigh. “Can’t just go around saying shit like that so casually. You even know what you’re asking—“
“Oh I’m well aware…” You teasingly trace your hand down his chest. “But I said what I said~”
Enjin’s restraint snaps, and he all but pounces on you. His mouth is on yours, hot and desperate. His hands are rough and needy, pulling at your clothes and groping wherever he can while he backs you into the bed. You fumble with his belt, and Enjin quickly kicks off his slacks. You’re just as impatient as he, already trying to pull his cock from his boxers.
“Fuck—wait a min,” Enjin pants, his hot breath against your skin as he grabs your hands. He pins them above your head, and you whimper. “Shit, babe. One sec—need to stretch you out first, and—oh fuck—“ He hisses through his teeth as you roll your hips, pressing your sweet, bare cunt against him.
“Enjin, don’t care about that,” your words slur. You hook your heels around his waist to try to bring him closer, where you’re aching to have him. “Just hurry it up already. Need you inside now.”
Enjin shudders. “Tch. Dammit.” He frees his cock from the waistband of his boxers. You practically salivate at the sight of his length. Thick and an angry red at the tip with pre drooling down the side. It’s like he was suddenly bigger than before. Then again, he was always a shower to begin with.
Fisting himself a few times, Enjin presses his tip against the entrance of your puffy folds, already glistening and wet with your arousal. “Since you won’t let me prep you,” he grunted. Enjin lets a glob of spit fall from his lips. You shiver as it lands on your clit. “Such an inpatient ass brat.”
You gasp as he tries to prod himself forward. The puffy lips of your pussy flutter and try to suck him forward. “Enjin, please!”
“Yeah yeah. Don’t need to beg princess.” Enjin kisses his teeth, letting out a shaky laugh. “It’s all yours anyway.”
The first thick inch of his cock stretches through your walls, and Enjin could nearly cum on the spot. Without the condom restricting him, your cunt feels downright heavenly around him. Was your pussy always this warm and gooey? And oh fuck—you were damn near suffocating his cock with how you clenched around him.
“Holy shit…you’re gonna snap my dick off, squeezin’ me like that,” Enjin groans.
“Ack-Enjin!” You gasp, back bowing off the bed. “S’too much. Y-you’re too—“ When you twist away, Enjin folds one of your legs over his shoulder and urges his hips forward trying to ease the next few inches in. You bite back a squeal when the bulbous head kisses against your cervix.
“Aht. Don’t go tapping out on me now. I ain’t even all the way in yet.” Biting his lower lip, Enjin grips your hips and with a final thrust, sheathes himself the rest of the way. His cock was already throbbing. He was damn near ready to blow his load just from feeling you without the condom alone, which would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.
“Fuck.” Enjin lets out a low moan. He moves slowly, dragging his length back and forth, the thick ridges of the veins running down the side massaging against your quivering walls. You cunt spits out more of your sweet arousal, a ring of messy white coating the base of Enjin’s cock which he shoves back in with a mean snap of his hips. He presses so deep it leaves you gasping. And then he’s moving, each stroke becoming progressively harder and faster than the last.
“You feel so amazing,” Enjin grunts. He sloppily kisses your lips to drink up your squeals when his cockhead bullies against your g-spot, causing you to clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you. And Enjin’s so far gone that his orgasm sneaks up on him. Before he can even think about pulling out, he’s cumming hot, thick ropes of white, making a mess in your cunt.
“Shit.” His hips stutter through the overstimulation, trying to fuck his release deeper, filling you to the brim with him. “Never using a damn rubber again. This pussy’s too addicting.”
♥︎ —tamsy caines
“Hah—shit,” Tamsy’s breathy grunts fill your ears. The sweaty strands of his long hair stick to his forehead as he pumps his cock in and out of your gummy walls. You keen against him, tears brimming against your eyelashes. But Tamsy grabs you wrists, pinning them behind you to hold on for leverage. “Stop squirming,” he hisses.
“But Tamsy~” your words slur, delirious from the way his length continues to stretch and fill you. Your boyfriend has you pinned beneath him, hips pressed flush against your ass. In this position, the stretch of his cock feels impossibly deeper, making your toes curl. And without the condom, his throbbing length seems to nudge all your most sensitive spots. “Y-you’re too…ah…T-too deep.”
At that, Tamsy laughs.
“Too deep?” He wraps a firm arm around your waist while keeping another hand on your wrists. “No, my love. I don’t think I’m deep enough-“
You squeal into the pillows as Tamsy suddenly rams into you hard. It steals your breath when the mushroom tip bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke. Your fluttering walls quiver in response.
He traps you under his body weight. And no matter how much you push and whine against him, your weepy cunt continues to suck him in each time Tamsy ruts into you, letting out an obscene squelch whenever his hips connect.
“T-there we go,” Tamsy pants. Dipping his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickles against your skin. His hand snakes up your body before wrapping around your throat. He squeezes ever so slightly at first, just enough to make you gasp.
“Just look at how well you’re taking me. Heh. You say it’s too much, but your body betrays you, my love.” Tamsy lets out a low his, scrunching his eyes shut as he stutters, “Your damn cunt’s trying to suck me dry, and every time I fuck against that sweet spot of yours, you tighten just a bit.”
You shake your head, but Tamsy’s hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “S’not true!” You babble, beginning to feel lightheaded. “I’m…ah, fuck. N-no…i-it’s not—“
“No?” Tamsy bemused. His grip tightens—chokes—making you cry out. “Then why are you still making such a fucking mess on my cock, huh?”
Your arousal coats his length in a filthy ring of white. Your weepy cunt damn near gushes around him when his hips snap back in, dripping down onto your thighs and the sheets below. It’s messy where you two connect, your arousal mixing with his precum, smearing down Tamsy’s cock each time his hips snap against yours.
Your puffy lips fluttered around his hard length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease again and again and again.
“F-fuck…Tamsy, I’m gonna—“ you whimper.
“Go on. Cum.”
Eyes rolling back, your release hits you with such force it leaves you gasping. Your clit throbs and your entire body goes slack under Tamsy, who swears under his breath. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you when his orgasm hit and it hit hard.
His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum, his balls throbbing in almost relief to finally be emptying themselves. His hips still as he emptied inside you, pinning you to the mattress, or perhaps it was his strength finally leaving him.
You could feel his release trickle down your ass and thighs, over spilling from your overstimulated cunt. As you try to catch your breath, blinking the stars out your vision, Tamsy shifts ever so slightly. His lips press against the back of your throat, more gentle than he had been all night.
“Sorry for my roughness,” he murmurs. “Are you alright, angel?”
“I’m fine…just…holy shit…” Your response is met with an impassive sounding hum from Tamsy. You don’t think much of it, only focusing on how your hips ache in a good way, and that you’re exhausted.
“Good.” Suddenly, Tamsy flips you on to your back side. You blink up at him in surprise, taking in his flushed face and noticed the way his long hair had fallen out of its usual style and the strands stuck messily against his sweaty face. The thick head of his cock prods against your entrance once more, twitching to attention in his palm as he guides himself through your walls once more.
Already, he was hard again.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Tamsy says a bit breathlessly, his vision somewhat glassy. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take all of me.”
♥︎—gris rubion
“L-love, w-wait a minute.”
Gris’s breath hitches and then a low moan leaves his lips when you sink down on his cock—without a condom. He swears, trying and failing to keep his hips from bucking upwards in attempts to sheath himself deeper into your womb. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder, gritting your teeth as you take him further inch by inch.
“W-wait!” Gris gasps. He finally pulls himself together and grips your waist to stall your movements. “I’m n-not wearing any protection.” His Adam’s Apple bobs with a nervous swallow. Fuck. Did your pussy always feel this snug? You weren’t even seated all the way, still struggling to get his cockhead to breach past your gooey walls.
“So?” You reply. You roll your hips, grinding against Gris’s pelvis. He hisses, hands firm as they try to stop you.
“So, if we’re not careful, you could get pregnant, and—“
“So?”
Gris gawks at you. He tries to sputter out some half assed excuse, but you could see right through them. After all, you felt the way his cock grew harder at your words. It’s girthy base swelling try and mold your cunt into its shape. The stretch was delicious.
“You wanted to be a dad, right?”
“Y-yes.” Gris swallows. His fingers twitch, itching to grab you. “B-but we said that it would be better to wait—“
“Well, I changed my mind.”
“A-are you sure? D-don’t just say this on my account.”
“Not at all,” you interrupt, pulling him down by his collar so your lips brush. “I want a baby, Gris. Please?”
Gris kisses you before you could finish your sentence. In the same breath, he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. The scream is lodged in your throat, stopped by the kiss.
“Well, if that’s what my wife wants,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Who am I to deny her request?”
Gris flips you on to your backside. You gasp in surprise. Grabbing the nearby pillow, he settles it underneath your hips. But his gentlemanly behavior is short lived, because once he ensures you’re comfortable, he has you folded in half the next second.
“Ack-Gris!” Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Gris pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. Your husband groans, dipping his head into his valley of your breast.
Any slight breath and you could feel him nudging impossibly deeper. His cock stretched you to the brim, pressing against your womb for your lover to feel. Your pussy struggled to adjust to the girth, trying to suck him further than what was even possible. The stretch of him burned, the veins on his length dragging along your walls.
“Shit—“ Gris swears. “You want me…to fill this pussy up…” He kisses your cheek which was streaked with tears. “You want that, right? Want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck a baby into you?”
“Y-yes!” You gasp. “P-please. W-wanna make y-you a daddy.”
“Make me a daddy, huh?”
Fuck, did he like the sound of that.
The weight of Gris’s body pressed you into the mattress as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. His hips almost frantically rut against yours, trying to drag his weepy cock as deep as he could through your plush walls. The thickness of his length and the blunt tip of his cock head worked in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways.
Gris groans. “S-shit. G-gonna cum, Princess. Gonna—fuck—make you a mommy.”
He squeezed your hips, driving himself deep as he cums thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, causing him to sink to his forearms. You let out a low moan.
The uncomfortable position has your abdomen constricting with pleasure. Your cunt throbs, the hot globs of Gris’s release leaking out your hole when he pulls out. There is a dull ache in your thighs, though you don’t hate it.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Gris asks, kissing your cheeks. One of his hands caress down your body, squeezing where he’d been a bit too rough. He’s gentle when he touches you.
“I’m fine,” you pant.
“Then, you’re good to go for another round?”
“H-huh?”
Gris grins. “Obviously, we have to make sure it sticks.” He wraps your legs around his waist, his grip tight on your thighs. “So you aren’t leaving the bed until I’m sure you’re knocked up.”
♥︎— zodyl typhon
Zodyl was mean.
You told him as much, and multiple times at that, babbling incoherently as tears licked your cheeks. Not that your whines or insults deterred him from drilling into you. Or from you cumming for the nth time.
“Hmm, tell me, what number was that?” Zodyl mused. You’re gasping underneath him, your pussy quivering and sloppily leaking your own release, making such a mess on his cock and the sheets. “I seem to have lost count.”
“A-ah..Zodyl please..” you’re overstimulated, legs trembling around his waist. Your swollen clit throbbed, it puffy from Zodyl teasing it with that wicked tongue of his earlier. “C-can’t cum anymore…y-you’re gonna break me.”
“Break you?” Zodyl laughed. “Please, you’re far more resilient than that, my love.” He pulls out his throbbing length, intentionally dragging it against your sensitive walls. His own cum leaks from the head, having just stuffed you with another load. Though he didn't seem the least bit exhausted. “After all," Zodyl continues, "I’ve trained this pussy to take me.”
Zodyl flips you onto your hands and knees. Your arms wobble and bend, causing your back to arch even deeper. A low whine leaves your lips when Zodyl sheathes himself to the hilt, pressing against your cervix. He bites back a groan. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock spitting out more globs of cum as you squeeze around him.
But Zodyl continues to push through his own overstimulation, intent on drawing out your own pleasure.
“Shit…there you go…” the man chuckles. “And look. You’re just eagerly sucking me back in.”
You fist the sheets. It’s as if your body is hypnotized by the stretch and feel of his cock, even more so without the condom. Your hips move against your will, trying to snap back against his to take more. Zodyl slaps your ass for doing so.
“Did I give you permission to move?”
“M’sorry,” you babble. “I-it’s jus’…f-feels so-ah.”
“Use your words,” Zodyl tsks. He takes a fistful of your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp. “You know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
He tugs harder, making you moan. “Please, Zodyl! Fuck—move. N-need…need to cum.”
Zodyl shoves your face into the pillows.
“Now you need to cum after just telling me you couldn’t?” An amused grin tugs at his lips. “But who am I to deny my wife’s request? I wouldn’t be fulfilling my husband duties otherwise.”
Gripping your hips, he begins to fuck back into you with the same, relentless pace, giving you little time to adjust to his size. The thick girth of his shaft threatens to split you open. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, rough and needy.
Each time, there is an obscene squelch where you both connect. The sound is filthy and equally messy, your thighs slick with your own arousal and Zodyl’s cum aiding his frenzied thrusts against your ass. And fuck if Zodyl wasn't addicted to the feeling of you. His grip is bruising as he frantically chases his release, sweat clinging to his hair and pulling the strands from their usual slicked back style.
One of his thumbs finds your clit, teasing it with that slow, fluttering touch of his that makes your toes curl. Tears cling to your eyelashes as each punishing stroke kisses against your cervix, stringing you along until the pressure of your release winds so tightly that it snaps. You cry out Zodyl's name as you cream around him, your body going slack against the bedsheets.
As your cunt squeezes around him, Zodyl lets out a low moan. His thrusts grow sloppy and unrhythmic before he pins you to the mattress with his weight. His hips still as he fills you to the brim, making your eyes roll back.
“Fuck, good girl,” Zodyl groans in your ear. His lips press against the back of your neck, making you shiver.
“Y-you’re so mean,” you whimper. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Hmm, you say that, but you got several orgasms thanks to this “mean” man.” Zodyl gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub. He turns the handle to run the water. Before he leaves to go back to your shared room to grab you fresh clothes, he gives you a smug grin.
“And I’m not doing my due diligence as your husband if I don’t leave your legs shaking.”
soft sex with sylus is everything! usually he’s roughing you up, pushing your ankles past your ears and absolutely demolishing you poor pussy.
but there’s somthing different about when he’s slow and gentle. worshipping your waist with his lips. he leaves feather light kisses up your belly while squeezing your breasts gently with his huge hands.
his eyes never leave yours, he wants to watch you turn to puddy in his hands. hear you moan his name in your cute whiney voice when he wraps his warm mouth around your pebbled nipples.
he showers you with soft praises. calling you his “angel,” because you are. you’re the perfect person for him. your soft body perfectly molds to fit in palms of his hands. your perfect pussy floods his palm with with your nectar when he fingers you open.
he needs to show you how much he loves you. prove to you why he’s the perfect man for you.
each seraphic moan falling from your pillowy lips makes his cock jump. and he’s already so impossibly hard, the tip of his dick an angry red color. it feels like it’s about to explode, but he doesn’t sink in. won’t push himself into you until you beg. your face twisted in a pout and your beautiful eyes teary.
you whimper and rock your hips into his palm, itching to feel his cock nestled within your walls.
“please! need you!” you babble, your legs raising to cage his wait between your thighs.
he chuckles darkly, knowing he can’t hold on any longer. not with you clawing at his chest, pleading with him to ruin you. how dare he not fulfill every request of his personal angle.
“anything for you, kitten” he purrs.
his cock head prods your entrance, mixing his pre with your puddle of slick. you’re still begging him to push it all in at once. fill you up with his insane girth, but he doesn’t. not yet, at least.
he needs to savor this moment, feel the petals of your heavenly pussy open to invite his aching cock into your tight heat. when he finally gets his tip in, he shudders. your walls are already squeezing him tight, beckoning him to thrust his length further in.
“fuck” he moans, his forehead sweaty from the heat generating between you both.
his head falls in the junction of your neck and head. he moans your name into your ear then sinks his teeth into your shoulder.
“pussy was made for me” he groans as he slowly inches the rest of him in.
he lets out another guttered moan, knowing he won’t be able to last long. not with the way your pussy was sucking him in.
“greedy little pussy” he swears, delivering slow but punctured thrusts. you’re so far gone, legs are shaking. you can barely think, your mind melted long ago.
you repeat his name like a prayer, unsure of what you’re even asking for. you just know you’re about to cum. can feel the rope winding in your belly threatening to snap.
he can tell you’re about to cum—knows your body like the back of his hand. he’s barely holding on as well, your tender pussy milking his cock so well. he sneaks his hand between you both, rubbing tight circles on your pulsing clit.
“ oh god, ‘m cumminggg” you slur, mouth agape and fingers clawing his back.
he reels back and slams himself back into you, rocking himself at a perfected, pointed pace.
“daddy…. please!” you hiccup, tears sliding down your cheek.
“i know baby, i know” he cooes.
your body shudders and your back arch off the mattress. the rope in your tummy snapping. his thick finger circling your clit pushes you further off the edge.
your cunt tightens around his cock, squeezing and milking him as you cream around him. he can barely breath, his dick throbbing the way it does before he cums.
“oh kitten” he moans out, overwhelmed by the feeling of your mushy walls squeezing him so tightly.
“inside!” you cry out and he feels his eyes roll back. he shoots thick ropes of cum deep into your weeping cunt. it’s so much it leaves you feeling full. his lips crash into yours, swallowing down your moans as he finishes emptying himself in you.
“i love you” his whispers before collapsing on you.
- always kisses your head and cheek when he sees you
- loves when youre holding his arm
- constantly checks on you throughout the day
- at the end of every shift he always wants to hear from you, he either calls you or asks to meet up if possible
- very protective of you
- a cuddler! before bed he wants you in his arms, his arms wrapped around you, and you’re just laying on him, blanket covering you two.
- always looks you in the eyes when talking which makes you nervous
- he takes yalls relationship very seriously
- when you get upset with him at some of the things he says he takes a mental note and never makes the same mistake
- doesn’t hestitate to apologize when hes in the wrong
- when you’re angry with him, his chest feels closed up and needs you to look at him or talk to him and wants to talk things out as soon as possible
- he admires you when youre distracted
- he pats your head when he feels soft for you
- when hugging you, he always places a gentle kiss under your ear
- when hes had a rough day at work, his hugs tend to be longer, and tighter.
- blushes when you pull his ear or pinch his cheek.
- sometimes you cup his face with both hands to admire him, his face heats up but he doesn’t loose eye contact
- when he comes over he always brings fruits of your favorites
- his hands are always cold and the warmth of your hands when holding his makes him feel fuzzy.
- youre always on his mind when working
- has a pic of you in his wallet and smiles to himself when he sees it everytime he opens his wallet
- pinches your cheek when you tease him
- you gave him a pin, and he wears it everyday to work
- he calls you dear, honey, my love, my star.
- he gave you a promise ring, and treats it like a wedding ring
- likes to clean off your makeup for you esp after you had a long day
- on date nights, he always puts your heels on for you, and lightly kisses your thigh
- gets jealous, if he notices someone stare at you, hes gna kiss your forehead lightly to let the person know you belong to someone, and youre just confused on why he randomly did that
ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝
authors note: been a heavy zayne girl these past two days.. sorry sylus 😓
Your eyes widened as you quickly turned to look at Zayne, who was giving the woman who had just called you ugly a nasty stare. His voice was filled with pure disgust and disinterest despite his usually monotone voice. The woman stared up at him, shock and pure embarrassment at the fact she had nothing to say in return
You couldn't really remember what happened, just that you and Zayne were walking around the mall and you bumped into a woman, causing her to spill insults directed towards you. You were stunned and didn't know what to say at first. After all, it was so random?.. And you were a little hurt..
But Zayne made sure you didn't feel hurt anymore after that. In fact, you had to drag him away because of all the things he was saying to the woman. As much as you would love to keep him talking, people are crazy nowadays and you didn't want the drama right now
He would always put down another's feelings if it meant protecting yours. Especially if the feeling was towards something that wasn't even true
Don't act like he hasn't seen you reading those 'Sylus with reader who's not MC' fics
All he can do is scoff as he watches you scroll down the the fic, reading the words carefully and feeling as if he wouldn't like you if he was real because you wouldn't be his type
Despite being programmed to not be self aware of the fact he was even able to see who the real MC, he managed to find a way
It almost hurts his heart seeing how you compare yourself to such a generic design- something that was made to be basic and boring so that anyone could relate to it on some level
Surely you could see how he saw you? or did you also need to look at yourself through a screen to see it?
You were everything- a whole package. You were you and if he described his type, your name would come out without a second of hesitation
But it's okay as he makes sure you realize one thing;
The MC may be called 'Kitten' and 'sweetie' in the game, but you would forever be his Dove
Sylus had gone through so many lifetimes for you, so many past lives where you two were together and happy
He had searched for you in every single one, wanting nothing more than to be with you as you made every single life a memorable and enjoyable life
Whether you two were animals or humans that grew up with eachother before tragically passing, you were with eachother
Only in this lifetime, he's behind a screen and you're a player
He's practically tortured from you genuinely believing he would prefer MC over you if he was 'real' and you think he can't see how you fawn over his character and how you've been fawning over the anniversary cards
You think he can't see you reading this right now, eyes wide and a small smile you didn't even realize you held
Maybe this will help jog your memory of who you're truly talking to
i love that sylus encourages you to be greedy. as someone who feels so much shame with wanting attention or interaction, it lowk kinda heals smth in me. i was often ignored as a child (sry about the trauma dump lore LOL) so having sylus basically telling us to be as needy as we want is lovely for me. i often fear that someone may turn away if i am not exactly to their liking. but with sylus, i feel like i could talk my head off for hours and he’d actually listen to me. or like i could hug him at random times and he’d just give me a quick kiss before going back to whatever he was doing. sit on his lap at any time of day and he’d find it endearing instead of bothersome. i could feel like i’m free for once and not being annoying or needy or like i’m playing a role.
edit: didn’t think this would get so much love omg… we are all suffering LMAOO 😭😭 but thank you
- always kisses your head and cheek when he sees you
- loves when youre holding his arm
- constantly checks on you throughout the day
- at the end of every shift he always wants to hear from you, he either calls you or asks to meet up if possible
- very protective of you
- a cuddler! before bed he wants you in his arms, his arms wrapped around you, and you’re just laying on him, blanket covering you two.
- always looks you in the eyes when talking which makes you nervous
- he takes yalls relationship very seriously
- when you get upset with him at some of the things he says he takes a mental note and never makes the same mistake
- doesn’t hestitate to apologize when hes in the wrong
- when you’re angry with him, his chest feels closed up and needs you to look at him or talk to him and wants to talk things out as soon as possible
- he admires you when youre distracted
- he pats your head when he feels soft for you
- when hugging you, he always places a gentle kiss under your ear
- when hes had a rough day at work, his hugs tend to be longer, and tighter.
- blushes when you pull his ear or pinch his cheek.
- sometimes you cup his face with both hands to admire him, his face heats up but he doesn’t loose eye contact
- when he comes over he always brings fruits of your favorites
- his hands are always cold and the warmth of your hands when holding his makes him feel fuzzy.
- youre always on his mind when working
- has a pic of you in his wallet and smiles to himself when he sees it everytime he opens his wallet
- pinches your cheek when you tease him
- you gave him a pin, and he wears it everyday to work
- he calls you dear, honey, my love, my star.
- he gave you a promise ring, and treats it like a wedding ring
- likes to clean off your makeup for you esp after you had a long day
- on date nights, he always puts your heels on for you, and lightly kisses your thigh
- gets jealous, if he notices someone stare at you, hes gna kiss your forehead lightly to let the person know you belong to someone, and youre just confused on why he randomly did that
ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝
authors note: been a heavy zayne girl these past two days.. sorry sylus 😓
Don't act like he hasn't seen you reading those 'Sylus with reader who's not MC' fics
All he can do is scoff as he watches you scroll down the the fic, reading the words carefully and feeling as if he wouldn't like you if he was real because you wouldn't be his type
Despite being programmed to not be self aware of the fact he was even able to see who the real MC, he managed to find a way
It almost hurts his heart seeing how you compare yourself to such a generic design- something that was made to be basic and boring so that anyone could relate to it on some level
Surely you could see how he saw you? or did you also need to look at yourself through a screen to see it?
You were everything- a whole package. You were you and if he described his type, your name would come out without a second of hesitation
But it's okay as he makes sure you realize one thing;
The MC may be called 'Kitten' and 'sweetie' in the game, but you would forever be his Dove
Sylus is the type of dude to give you his credit card and lets you go fucking nuts with it.
Hell he encourages you to get that thing you’ve been wanting but couldn’t since it wasn’t easily affordable. He wants you to use his card, he’s rich and he’d be offended if the shit you bought didn’t even make a dent on his wallet.
He’s got rooms big enough to house ALL OF YOUR HYPERFIXATIONS!
Treat yourself! Treat yourself! Treat yourself!
Don’t be afraid because Sylus gave you his card for a reason, and if he sees you’re not spending enough? He’ll buy shit for you on your behalf behind your back.
If you’re nervous that what you’re buying is too expensive? He’ll scoff at the price tag and tell you to aim HIGHER! again he’ll buy you it himself if you’re too nervous to do so because he can easily get back the money you spent with his business ventures and whatnot.
(This man bought my brain and lives in it lavishly. Thank god for Sylus!)
౨ৎ ⊹˚⋆ ❛ HARD LOVE，❜ - boys who look like soft doms but in reality love it rough.
contains: smut, fem!reader, hard dom, rough sex, very much implied spanking, daddy usage on himself
notes: my monthly post bc school is like kicking my ass esp with grad coming up... also sry to mentions i ignored lolol i've been going thru it
he'll go easy, it's our first time. you think to yourself. but little did you know he'd be fucking your brains out that night.
"not too- fast!" you squealed into the soft pillow of his bed, clutching onto the sheets for mercy as you found yourself getting fucked face down and ass up on your fourth date.
a breathy laugh echoed through the room along with the sound of repeated skin slapping. his thumb caressing the red hand prints embedded on your soft cheeks, admiring what he had done.
pleasure and pain surged through your body. you knew he was big, but not this big. his cock stretched your pussy out past its limits at this point. like a shoe 3 sizes too small, you'd wriggle, and wriggling, shove your foot in basically... you get the idea.
his length continued to hit your cervix every time he plunged your ass into his pelvis, soliloquies came out of your mouth without question. his neighbors are surely going to complain. he'd thrust into you quick and hard you felt so overstimulated to the point you could barely fathom what was happening.
he stayed silent the whole time, only making groans and huffs from time to time, until he muttered under his breath.
"sweet girl, s' fucking good for daddy."
he fisted your hair, forcing you to look back at the needy expression he had on his face. so vulnerable yet stern. your mouth was ajar as you moaned out meaningless words to him, staring into his shrouded eyes.
you mewled, tightened around his cock, trying to milk out more of that sweet feeling he gave you with every push into your cunt. his dick was lathered in your juices as it went in and out so smoothly. it pressed so harshly against your velvety walls that you could just feel his big vein.
"i- 'm about to-" was all you managed to say. your back arched downward as you scrunched up, satisfaction vibrating everywhere, even your hands. his breath became heavier as he too was approaching.
nothing could replicate the pure euphoria you felt right then.
"oh please, cumming- hard-" you felt his liquid seep into your cunt as you wrung each other dry of any cum that was left, the hot and sticky goodness dripped onto the bedding.
if his dick was this good every time you might as well just marry him already.
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