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Praises to the legendary devil hunter

Dante sparda x fem black!reader (anyone can read though)

credits to nonyahbusinesss on TikTok !

Wrote this at 4:43 am 🫩 couldn’t sleep, all I could think about was that TikTok. Finished at 8:20 am — I got distracted and tried to find this certain comment on TikTok about Dante and vergils relationship and how they don’t want to kill eachother but just trying to prove who’s better … I couldn’t find it — Just got into DmC properly so hopefully I don’t mischaracterize him, I wrote him how I perceived him in the games.

Warning: 18 + only, I am not in charge of what you read ! Praise kink, Dante being an egotistic idiot, SMUT, Dante whimpers!? Possessive Dante ?? I’m not the best writer but I try! Kinda rushed because I’m impatient and easily distracted. Not proofread

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“Dante are you fucking kidding me right now!” You yell, in genuine anger, at Dante, who had left you once again.

“I told you I could handle it. Do you not know who you’re talking to?” Dante smirks, laying his weapons down on his desk. Dante, the legendary devil hunter, son of Sparda, and the guy who saved the world countless times, was famous! Being famous came with a lot of worship to his name, especially from the ladies, and to his ego.

“I don’t care who you are! You could’ve waited for me like I asked you to! Why don’t you fucking listen?” You were out when Dante got a gig at a place outside of the city, a small town crawling with demons, easy money for him and something small he could easily fix, so he didn’t bring you along; instead, he left a note saying that he went out to “handle business.” That pissed you off bad.

You waited damn near all night for him to get back, and all he did was brush you off and act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“It wasn’t that serious, it was something slight, not too big. I could handle it alone, and you were out shopping. Didn’t want to disturb you.” He says so nonchalantly, which made things 10x more irritable.

“It doesn’t matter, Dante! You agreed 2 years ago that when we started dating and started doing missions together, we wouldn’t do them without each other's help! Did you forget about that, or do you just not care anymore?” You practically screamed at him, he was practically leaving you out, and according to your girl math, that meant he didn’t care about you anymore.

“Do you not love me anymore?” Dante almost broke his neck trying to look at you. “WHAT?” Dante was astonished that you got that from something as little as this. “What the fuck? I didn’t say that!” Dante's mouth fell slack, and his arms raised in the air as if someone was holding him at gunpoint.

“Then why did you leave me?” You crossed your arms and stared right up into his eyes.

“Because I could handle it myself! It wasn’t anything major!” He was smiling, not because it was funny, but because he was genuinely so confused by your logic. “I can handle things myself! I am more than capable of taking down a few demons with ease!”

“Oh yeah? Well, since you’re so “capable,” you can do missions by yourself, and I’ll do my own! I don’t need you anyway!” You air-quoted, turning on your heels and running up the stairs to your guys' shared bedroom.

“I don’t need you” is all that played in Dante’s mind over and over. What did you mean by that? How could you possibly not need me after all I’ve done?

Dante stayed downstairs for an hour contemplating whether or not you meant what you said, but not long after, he was thinking of ways to prove you wrong or at least make you admit you were wrong.

Dante opened the door to the bedroom, seeing you laying down on your side of the bed curled up in one of his oversized tshirts with the tv broadcasting some shitty sitcom, he didn’t want to mess with you yet; not until after he showered and when he did finish showering he hopped on his side of the bed and immediately started cuddling you.

“Hey baby,” he whispered in your ear, “ you didn’t mean what you said, right?” He didn’t know whether you were asleep or not; he just hoped you would be able to reply to his voice. Luckily for him, you were waiting for him to come up.

“I don’t know Dante, did I?” Dante sighed, already knowing he’d have to work harder. He kissed your neck, rubbing on your smooth skin, gripping you on your thighs and stomach.

“Come on, baby, you know I love you,” he said, biting and licking a part of your neck he knew would get a reaction out of you. You moaned, positioning your neck so that he would have more access.

“Dante, you can’t just…” You couldn’t finish your sentence as Dante flipped both of you over, and you were straddling his waist. He pulled you down flat against his bare chest, using one hand to grip your ass as he grinds up into you.

“Sorry for leaving you.” he was inhaling your scent; you smelled so heavenly to him, he used his other hand to hold you down against him. “I won’t do it again.” He pulled you up slightly to kiss you as he slowly pulled your panties to the side. “Can I?” He asked, you mumbled a yes, “Come on, baby, you can give me more than that.” He whispered into your mouth as his finger played with your dripping hole. “Yes, Dante, please,” you begged. That was enough for Dante to stick his thick finger into your hole.

“Fuck woman, you’re so tight, I can barely stick my finger in” he smirks, you could only moan as you fuck yourself on his finger. “More,” you breathe out, and Dante happily complies. Sticking in another finger he fucks you in a faster pace, using his other hand to grip your thighs as you sit up and fuck his fingers.

Usually, Dante would let you have this moment, but he couldn’t wait. Not tonight, not when he had to prove a point. To himself, of course.

Dante removed his fingers from your hole and immediately put them in his mouth. Your eyes shot open to look at him in confusion. “Relax, princess, don’t worry, I'm bout to give you the real deal. Just had to taste you first.” Dante lifts his hips to remove his boxer and rips your underwear clean off your ass.

“Dante!” You yell, “I’ll buy you some more,” he says as he pulls you down into a kiss. His tongue overpowers yours as you both French kiss in the most hurried way possible, acting as if it’ll be the last.

Dante strokes himself, releasing your mouth as he spits on his hand to lather up his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. Without thinking you immediately sink down on his cock, making him throw his head back into the pillows, “fuck w-wait,” he says almost out of breath, he squeezes your waist trying to compose himself. “You can’t just do that… fuck me,” he stutters as he slowly move your hips up and down.

“M sorry baby, got t-too excited,” you moan out, biting your lip as you pick up the speed, “fuck Dante,” you throw your head back as you sit up fully, taking him inch by inch, pulling him out all the way until his tip is only inside you then ramming him back in. “You’re so fucking tight, fuuck,” he’s watching himself as he enters in and out of you, growling at how you squeeze him.

“Tell me,” he says, gripping your face, making you look into his eyes, “tell me how good I make you feel,” he’s squeezing your wasting even more now, gripping your throat now as he ramming into you harder, faster, “you make me feel so good baby, so fucking good,” you’re matching his speed, maybe even going faster, “oh yea?” He releases your throat, gripping one of your tits, playing with your nipple, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

He uses his mouth to suck on the other tit, marking you up, leaving bite marks all over your tit. He then releases your tit with his hand and goes to play with your clit, “cum on my cock, show me how good I make you feel,” he doesn’t let up, he rams into you, circling your clit until you’re shaking and finaling squeezing around him as your climax approaches. You scream as you slump forward, falling onto his chest as he continues to fuck you through your high. “Good, huh?” He says as he rubs your back. “Yes,” you say out of breath, “good, good… I hope you don’t think we’re done yet,” he says smacking your ass, flipping you over, “I didn’t get to cum yet.”

He hovers over you with that same dumb ass smirk on his face, he lines himself back up with your hole and slowly sinks in, you bite your lip. He picks your leg up and pulls it over his shoulder, grabbing the headboard as he fucks you like wild animal. You scream, scratching at his back as he makes you take all of him. “Damn girl you’re squeezing me so fucking tight, I won’t be able to hold out much longer if you continue to do that,” he’s close, he can feel himself slipping but trying so hard not to. “Dante! Please, I can’t!” You arch your back, desperately trying to overcome the sensitivity, but it’s too much.

“Yes, you can,” he kisses you, moving one hand to your thigh, pushing it down against your chest as he takes you from this angle, ramming in much smoother and faster. “You’re taking me so fucking well, only I can make you feel this good, say it,” he grips your throat again and every time he does he only grips it so lightly, “look at me,” he says, you both look into each other eyes, “tell me only I can make you feel this good,” you stutter, the sensation from his ramming his cock into and the fact that he’s being so controlling is turning you on even more, you damn near go cross eyed, “only you Dante! Only you can make me feel this good, fuck I can’t- I can’t get enough,”

Dante was smiling now, he lets go of your throat and thighs, sitting up as he grips your waist and raises it slight, “that’s right, that’s fucking right, you need me don’t you? Because I am the only person who can make you feel so fucking good, the only person who can fuck you and protect you.” He’s fucking you even faster now, you’re so close to your climax again, “I can feel you squeezing me again, you bout to cum?” He lets out a breathy laugh, “Come on, baby, give it to me,” without another word you gush around him, squirting so hard that it pushes his dick out.

“Fuck, look at you, making a mess on my cock,” he slaps his dick on your clits as you continue to squirt more, not long after he’s sticking it back in, he’s so close to cumming himself he cannot wait. “Do you love me?” He asks as he hovers over you, fucking you through your climax once again, you can tell he’s close because of how sloppy he’s movement has become. “Dante,” you try to push him away, overstimulated, but he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers with his, “say it,” he’s so close to your face, you could feel his breathing on your cheek, “tell me how much you fucking love me,” he’s growing more needier, ramming into your at a inhumane pace, “please, baby,” he whimpers, “I love you Dante, I love you so fucking much, I can’t be without you,” tears streaming down your face as he let goes of your hand and bear hugs you, few more thrusts and he completely comes undone inside you. He continues to fuck you but at slow rate, riding out his high. “I love you more, fuck,” he’s kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your neck, “don’t ever forget that.” You’re both huffing now, out of breath. “But don’t think we’re done here,” you can feel that stupid smirk against your neck.

You curse at yourself internally. This is going to be a long night.

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⤷ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ˗˗ how will caleb react to you smelling like weed for the first time? You have this unusual look on your face like you’re about to eat him up.

⤷ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ˗˗ sexual themes, MDNI!, fem!reader, Caleb is a loser, reader unleashes a new side of her that Caleb has never seen, hand job, oral, testicular play?, let me know if I miss anything. I’m not the best writer so this is poorly written

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“Hey, pipsqueak,” Caleb says as you enter his house. “What’re you doing here?” He says, picking you up and embracing you in a hug. “You said you wanted to hang out?” You giggle confusedly, hugging him tightly. “Yeah, but I was-” Caleb cuts himself off, taking a big sniff of your neck. 

“Pips…” he softly sets you down, “huh?” You ask, swiftly taking off your jacket and making your way to the couch. “You smell… weird,” Caleb says hesitantly. “I smell?” You turn around, almost damn near breaking your neck to look at him, “What?? But I took a shower?” You immediately start smelling yourself, but you don’t smell a thing, “Noo you don’t stank but you smell like…” You look at him, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 

Caleb takes note of how you look, you sit down on the couch, slouching and manspreading? Your eyes are low, almost as if you’re tired. Caleb is heavily concerned. This is unusual for you to be this way. He walks towards you on the couch and sits down beside you. 

He puts his hand up to your head and checks your temperature, “what are you doing,” you laugh, finally sitting up straight, “are you feeling ok? You seem off,” he asks, you could tell in his face that he was genuinely worried, “yea I’m fine” you smile, “why?” Turning towards him on the couch, Caleb grabs your neck and gently pulls you towards him, he stiffs you again and thinks for a moment, “Caleb!” You’re a giggling mess trying to push him away. “Did you hang out with someone before coming here?” Caleb had a thought in his head, but surely he’s mistaken… right? 

“Yeah, I hung out with an old friend from school, why?” “Did they give you something?” You were genuinely so confused, until it clicked last second, “oh,” you sigh heavily, head dropping, Caleb calls your name softly, “I’m fine Caleb, everything is fine, I’ll just go take another shower,” Caleb was about to speak again but you were already gone, retreating into the bathroom, Caleb pondered on the thought until you got out the shower.

You came out with one of his shirts on and a pair of his shorts, which were entirely too big for you, “I’m done,” you say, plopping back down on the couch. “Are we going to watch movies, now, or are you going to sit there and look like a lost puppy?” You say as you play with his hair, Caleb wanted to speak up on the matter more, but for now, he’ll just observe you for the time being. 

You and Caleb have been watching movies all night, but unbeknownst to Caleb, you haven’t been paying attention to any of the movies. Caleb is laid back, relaxing on the couch, arm wrapped around you, while you’re lying back under his arm, almost absent-mindedly messaging his thigh, now and then you’ll realize what you’re doing and feel how his thighs would twitch ever so slightly, he even clears his throat and fixes the way he’s sitting when you’ll squeeze the top half of his thigh, the part that’s so close to his manhood. He moves one of his arms down to cover the growing erection that’s threatening to pop out. 

Luckily for him, just as he’s about to ask you about it, you move your hand away, “I’m hungry,” you say, standing, “yeah? Wanna order something?” He says with a crack in his voice, leaning forward, clearing his throat, “yeah, I’m in the mood for some pizza,” “alright, I’ll get right on it, where ya going?” “To get some cover,” you say, whipping around the corner that leads to his room to grab his extra blanket that’s folded on his bed. 

Caleb finishes up the call with the pizza place and looks at you, “It’ll be here in 30 minutes, they’re backed up with orders, I hope that’s alright with you.” Caleb states, you hum in approval as you relax in the corner of the couch, legs propped up on his lap, as you look at him with those hazy eyes, “Are you alright, pips? You’re acting real strange,” he says, gripping your leg, you nod again, this time biting your lip as you look him up and down. The shirt he has on really makes his arms look bigger, or did they always look that big? And look at those hands, they’re so big compared to yours… imagine how it’ll look spread across your body…

Caleb interrupts your thoughts with the sound of your name, “What’s going on? You look out of it, talk to me… Ever since you came, you've been acting unusual.” He speaks with concern, his voice higher, “What did you do with your friend before you got here?” He's facing towards you now, leaning slightly, you smile, looking down. Before you got here, you had only smoked a little with your friend; you thought you wouldn’t get that high, but obviously, 3 blunts will get you more than a little high. 

“You’re high, aren’t you?” Caleb asked, hoping you’d say no, but unfortunately for him, you nod your head yes, looking back up at him. Caleb says your name again, but this time he’s afraid, “Who gave it to you? What’s their name?” He’s on you now, cupping your face, looking into your hooded eyes with the utmost sadness. You, on the other hand, take pleasure in seeing him like this, you love it when he worries about you, and right now you’re loving how big he looks above you. 

“Caleb,” you whisper his name, eying the way his lips gloss in the light, “I hate to break it to you,” you’re on top of him now, pushing him against the couch, you straddle his lap, cupping his face, “but I’m no stranger to weed,” you’re inches away from his face, his lips, Caleb looks at you confusedly, “w-what?” Caleb is cut off by your sudden intrusion, your lips collapsing with his as you tongue fuck his mouth, he moans, feeling the way you’re grinding against his hardening cock, “w-wait,” he says out of breath, forcing himself to stop kissing you, you and Caleb had never done this before… This feels so surreal, he doesn’t know how to take it. “I’m fine, Caleb, I’ve gotten high many times,” you lick his lips, biting his bottom lip, “without telling me? You shouldn’t smoke,” “that’s why I didn’t tell you, I knew you’d make a big deal about it.” You move away from his lips, analyzing his face. 

“It is a big deal, you’re doing drugs, I should know about that,” Caleb is out of breath. “This is something I need to know about as your …” Caleb stops talking for a moment, not knowing what to say, “best f-friend.” He's unsure if he should say that, friends don’t usually straddle each other's laps and make out … Do they?

“Best friend?” You say, tilting your head to the side, “Caleb,” you sigh, your hand coming up to slide over his lip, then down his neck, reaching his Adam’s apple, you rub it as you bite your plump lip. Your body is moving without you realizing it, it’s almost as if it has a mind of its own, like it’s not you, but you couldn’t care less, honestly, you’ve always wanted to be more than just friends. You were just too pussy to do anything about it. 

You make your way to his neck, licking and sucking on the soft flesh, “I’m really hungry,” Caleb moans, not knowing what to do, he’s waited for this moment since god knows when, but he can’t help but think this is wrong. He moves his hand mindlessly to your head, while the other goes to your waist, “t-the food… should be here soon,” he’s out of breath, chest moving fast like he’s having an asthma attack, “but I’m hungry now,” you bite the lobe of his ear, moving your hand from his chest to his clothed erection, “you’ll feed me won’t you? Take care of me like you always do?” You grip his cock, slowly massaging it through his sweats; he’s whimpering now, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Y-you’re,” Caleb opens his eyes, grabbing your hand, making you look at him, “you don’t mean to do this…” he looks as if he’s about to cry, his puppy dog eyes makes your pussy squeeze around nothing, you’re so turned on and the weed that’s flowing through your body is only making you hornier. “I do, I always have,” he can’t believe what he’s hearing, he must be dreaming, that’s the only explanation… Well, in that case, he might as well let you continue, no?

“Ok,” you waste no time pulling his pants down, grabbing a pillow for your knees as you drop to the ground, Caleb is dumbfounded, lifting his hips as you pull free his aching cock. You watch as his dick springs forward, almost slapping you in the face, his tip red and angry. You smile, playing with his leaking tip, watching as a string connects from the tip to your fingers. You look up at Caleb, whose face is as red as a tomato. He looks away, covering his face, not wanting to show you how embarrassed he is. 

You latch your tongue to the underside of his cock, dragging it up and down. Caleb jumps, surprised at the sudden feeling. You laugh, “so sensitive,” stroking him up and down, not long after you put him into your mouth. He can’t control his groans. Your mouth feels so good wrapped around him, you try to take all of him, but he’s so big, you’re not sure what to do. Squeezing his eyes shut, he can’t help but grab your head, slightly pushing you down more onto him, “your mouth…” he trails off, your mouth is so small wrapped around him, so when you suddenly push his dick deeper into his throat, squeezing his tip tightly as you gag, he damn near yell, “f-fuck!” He leans forward, “Oh fuck,” he moans your name breathlessly, heaving heavily.

Listening to the way he whimpers, you speed up, not caring about how big he is, not caring about how he’s stretching your throat, “s-slow d-own, fuck,” he’s squeezing his thighs together now, shaking almost, “you could… hurt yourself,” you only suck hard, and he only moans louder. 

You release him from your mouth, taking in a big breath, stroking him fast, you then push his thighs apart, putting his balls in your mouth, licking and sucking him while you stroke him. Caleb is a mess; he lets go of your hair, gripping the couch and slouching down further, giving you more room to take one of his balls in your mouth, you can’t fit both due to how large they are so you suck and lick one then repeat it with the other, he’s shaking, you’d think he’s getting possessed the way he's moving, you let go of his balls and proceed to lick the corner that’s between the balls and thigh, you lick strips over and over until he can’t take it anymore. 

“I-IM GONNA… OH FUCK,” he’s screaming your name, “PLEASE FUCK PLEASE,” he can’t keep his eyes open, you stop your movements, squeezing the undersides of his tip to stop him from cumming, “you’re gonna cum?” You ask, “Caleb, look at me,” you demand, with the help of drug that’s flowing through your body, it’s making you more dominant, his eyes shot open at your sternness, “please don’t stop, I need to cum,” you smile, taking kitty licks on his tip, “how bad?” You ask, “ngh- so fucking bad, please let me cum, please,” you scoffed, pumping his cock, suck his tip, he’s screaming, feels like you’re gonna suck his soul straight out his body, “OH FUCK, IM CUMMING,” he shoots his load down your throat, you choke, pulling away. However, he’s still going, nutting all over your face and his stomach, “oh f-fuck,” his hips moving up and down, emptying himself fully, he’s shaking and his breath shallow. 

You, on the other hand, are wiping nut out of your eyes, licking your fingers clean, “s-sorry,” he whimpers, staring at the mess he made on your face, “wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer,” Caleb face drops at the thought of that, maybe he could take a picture, in the morning he’ll wake up and look through his phone and realize it wasn’t a dream, of course it wasn’t a dream you idiot, your legs are shaking and your head feels like its gonna pop, this was real and his best friend just suck the life out of him. 

His phone buzzes, pulling him out of thought. “Pizzas here,” he says, trying to catch his breath. He tries to stand but ultimately falls back down. You laugh, “I’ll get it,” you say, standing up, walking to the kitchen to wipe your face off. 

You come back with the pizza settling it on the small table in front of the couch and hop right back on his lap, you’re hungry but right now you’re hungry for something more, “I hope you don’t think we’re done, Caleb,” you say smirking, if you didn’t know any better you’d say you heard him audibly gulp.

Yeah, he’s gonna ask you what y'all are after this.

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Dante Sparda x fem!black reader

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Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Gentle!Dom Dante, reader is stubborn, risky Dante, praise, lmk if I miss anything. Shitty writer sorry

Words: 1K

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“You okay?” Dante whispers breathlessly in your ear, You were bent over his desk while he was mercilessly rammed into you from behind.

“Y-yes,” you lied, it was the 5th time he’d made you cum that evening, while he only came 3X, he was holding back, trying to savor you, make this whole ordeal last before he’s caught up in another mission. You were overstimulated, “you’re lying, I can tell by the way your legs are about to give out, and you’re shaking,” he’s smirking, licking the lobe of your ear, “if you can’t take it, just tell me and we’ll stop baby,” he coos, “N-No!” You yelled, trying to control your breathing, gathering the strength to turn around and push him into his chair.

“I-I can take… it,” you can barely say a full sentence as you sink onto him, he’s so big, stretching you so good that your brain is all fuzzy, and your body is going slack but you don’t give in, you don’t want to stop especially when you know he takes pride in you being so weak for him. “I…” Dante doesn’t let you finish your sentence before crashing his lips into yours. “Shhh,” he murmurs against your lips, “just rest, baby, I’ll take good care you,” he brushes your locs out of your face, looking deeply into your eyes as he cups your face, “you’re so beautiful like this, fuck,” he says as he bites his lip.

He moves both his hands to your hips, guiding them up and down slowly. He leans back into his chair, tilting his head back but keeping his eyes on you, watching your face scrunch up as you get closer to another orgasm. “Dante-”, “I know, I can feel it,” you’re now rolling your hips against him, clit brushing against his pelvis, giving you more friction. “Give it to me,” he’s growling, feeling as you squeeze around him, he’s trying so hard to stay in control, holding on my a thread not to let go and fuck you like a rabid dog, not soon after you cum, spasming around him, your body gives out as he kisses your head, your shoulder, then your neck.

He licks and bites against your chocolate skin, leaving his teeth marks behind, giving you hickies that’ll take maybe at least a week to go away, “you did so good f’me baby, so fucking good,” he captures your lips again, lifting both of you out the chair as he lays you on the desks. He starts to pull out before you stop him, “No,” you whine, “no?” He asked confusedly, “don’t stop, you didn’t get to cum,” “but-”, “I can take it Dante, please,” you begged, giving him those doe eyes that you know that always works on him.

He shouldn’t give in, he knows that but fuck look at you, all fucked out, begging for him to continue. “Okay, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.” “I’ll be fine, I promise.” You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep. He says to himself as he enters back into you. How can you still be so tight around him, he’s been fucking you for hours and yet you’re still squeezing him.

He closes his eyes as tries to contain himself, you grip his biceps as he slowly fucks in and out of you. “You can speed up if you want, Dante, help yourself,” you suggest, “yeah?” He asks, gripping the desk, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, you’re a whimpering mess now, desperately trying to overcome the pain, squeezing him so tight that he loses himself completely. He’s fucking you like a rabbit in heat now, “DANTE!” You scream as he picks up the pace, fucking you so hard the desk is scraping against the floor.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight, and it’s all for me. How wet you are, how good you’re taking this thick dick,” he stands up completely, grabbing your waist, he throws his head back, closing his eyes as he feels himself getting closer. He’s fucking into you, this angle is prefect for him to slide in and out of you easily. He should stop, he thinks, he’s losing control, but he can’t get enough, you feel so good, god he can’t hang on for much longer, he’s been holding himself off from cumming and now it’s all building up to this moment.

Just seconds before he cums inside you he pulls out, he didn’t realize until last minute that his devil trigger was being activated, he cums as his whole body transformed into his form, falling on top of you but catching himself with his hands, almost breaking his desk, as his cum shoots out all over your stomach and face. His dick has gotten bigger, much longer in this form, it shocks you as you look up at him, “Dante…” you say, he only pulls you into a hug, his hot hard skin burning against you as he calms down from his high, he dick bobbing against his armored skin but soon softens as he transforms back into his human self.

“I’m sorry, fuck I’m so sorry, I almost-” you cut him off lifting his head, cupping his face, “it’s ok,” you huff, “I’m ok,” you reassure him, smiling, “shit,” he’s huffing too looking down at your body, making sure nothing serious happened to you, “I shouldn’t have lost control,” “it’s alright Dante,” you laugh, “that was kinda … hot,” you shrug, Dante looks back at you, confusingly, “you’re crazy,” he smiles, “only for you my love,” you say kissing him, his cum that shot onto your face smearing against his, “oops,” he says, “didn’t think it would shoot this far up,” you swipe the cum up as lick it off your finger, “mm who would have thought devil cum would taste this good,” his eyes go wide, “oh my god,” he stands, still trying to catch his breath as he walks over to a self to grab a towel.

“What am I going to do with you?” He walks back over, cleaning you up but not before watching his cum that he had been fucking into you before, spill out along with yours.

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BREATHE

⤷ Sylus helps you breathe while ramming you from the back.

⤷ Warnings: SMUT! MDNI, fem!reader, Sylus is a bit aggressive, size difference, soft sylus, reader is a bit sensitive, grammatical incorrect, not proofread, let me know if I miss anything.

900 words

Sylus was lost in thought, having you arched over in doggy style, he couldn’t get enough, “fuck, sweetie, you feel so fucking good,” eyes shut as his head falls back, rugged breath and deep thrusts, too distracted at how fucking good your pussy felt squeezing him.

You on the other hand was dazed out, eyes crossed and he pushed his length all the way in until the base of his cock stopped him, that’s where it gets you. His base — the thickest part of his cock. It’s too much for you, especially in this position, “ngh- s-sy…” you breath out, “s’too much,” you were out of breath, he was the reason for that, knocking the wind out of you, almost as if he’s punching you, which I’m pretty sure he’s doing with his dick.

It’s spearing into you, his cock punching right through your cervix to your organs. “It’s ok, sweetie, tis ok,” he looks down, watching as his dick plows into you. Smirking slightly, he goes faster, a bit harder, “I can’t-,” you take in a deep breath, “breathe…” you let it out, closing your eyes, pushing your head into the pillow as you continue to hold your breath. He didn’t hear the last part, it was blocked by the pillow that’s currently shoved in your mouth.

This isn’t the first time Sylus fucked the oxygen out of you. One time he fucked you so good with his fingers, causing you to arch your back off the bed and hold your breath. Wiggling all over the place, you grab his hand to stop him, “ngh- can’t breathe,” you huffed out, “I can’t breathe,” basically hyperventilating those words out your mouth. He doesn’t try to do this, he just gets so caught up with how you sound, look, feel… he just doesn’t pay attention, not until you stop him or until he realizes he hasn’t heard your moans in a short minute.

He scoffs, “kitten, holding your breath again are we?” He smirks, one side of his mouth lifts up, almost reaching his red ears, he leans over, pushing your back into a deeper arch with his hand, and using that same hand to pull you gently by your hair, turning your head to the side, whispering in your ear, “can’t have you dying on me while I fuck this pretty pussy silly can I?” He pulls out only to slam right back into you, you scream, gripping onto the pillow for dear life, “ngh!” You yell, “there we go baby,” he leans back up, keeping your back arched, spreading your thighs more.

“Usually you’d stop me if it was too much,” he slows his movements, but making sure to keep his dick pushed all the way into your pussy, “why didn’t you? Hmm?” Keeping a steady movement, he leans forward again, both hands on the headboard, his waist keeping you pinned down as he fucks you. “Is it really too much for you?” He asks, huffing, almost whimpering those words you, “mhmm” you cry, you’re a whimpering mess yourself. Sylus was thick but his base was even thicker.

He hovers above you, body blocking yours, “m’sorry baby,” he flips you over, wrapping your legs around his waist, embracing you into a bear hug as he grinds into you slowly but surely. “Forgive me, my love,” he kisses your cheek, your neck, then your lips, “I’ll keep it slow, m’kay? Nice and easy for ya.” Tangling his hands in your hair, he nuzzles his cheek into yours. “Just keep breathing for me.”

After a while Sylus puts you into a mating press, “can I go faster now?” He asks, opening your eyes, you stare deeply into his ruby one’s, “y-yes,” you huff, “i can take it,” Sylus smiles, “alright, I’ll take your word for it, miss Hunter,” fixing his poster, Sylus rams into once again, “keep your eyes on me,” he says, you listen, although the way he’s fucking you, you struggle, “that’s right,” he smirks, his right eye glowing, “keep them open while you cum around my cock,” his eyes lowers just a bit as he stares into your soul, you reach out to grab him, scratching his arm as you cum intensely with a scream, “Nghhh!” Sylus cums soon after, shooting his load straight to your cervix, fucking it all the way through.

Both you shut your eyes as you come down from your highs, he releases your legs, flopping down on top of you, “Sylus!” You hit him, he laughs, pulling his softening dick out of you as he rolls over, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you in, “why didn’t you stop me?” He whispers, “Hm?” “When you stopped breathing, you should’ve pushed me away…” “I didn’t want to.” You sigh, “why?” He’s sitting up on his elbow now, “because I wanted to take it.” “You were pushing your limit” “it was nothing,” you laugh, looking back at him, “holding your breath isn’t just nothing, you do it even when we’re not making love,” “it’s just a habit,” “from what?” “I don’t know.. I picked it up when I was younger I guess,” Sylus was silent, “I’m fine I promise,” you give him a soft smile, leaning in for a kiss, “I will say though, the base of your dick is a bit big so it’s hard for me to take it at times, sometimes it feels good and others it feels like you’re breaking me.” You smile, “well I guess we’ll just have to get you used to it,” his arms tightened around you, pulling you in against his hardening cock, you sigh turning your head against the pillow.

Well fuck, you did it now.

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New You

You leave Sylus alone for two months, and surprise him with a whole new look, unintentionally.

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Sylus x thick black reader (anyone can read though)!

Warnings: SMUT, Somnophilia, nervous Sylus, reader is oblivious, yearning Sylus, first time writing smut kinda, all came from my fantasies in my head about Sylus, virgin reader/first time for both. Let me know if I miss anything.

Words: 3.4k

A/N: I am not thick or chubby! I just thought of this because I thought it was cute considering how much sylus loves squeezing and poking MC. Please let me know if you think it is wrong of me to write this! I don’t want to offend anyone!!! I also wrote this with nails on 😭 so if there are any mistakes, please forgive me and if there’s any lore that sounds wrong, let me know! This isn’t proofread, and I’m using Grammarly to help correct this, so it might sound dumb .. I’m not the best writer.

Sylus has been without you for two months, TWO MONTHS!!! It felt like an eternity for him (and that’s saying a lot since he’s lived lifetimes without you). He couldn’t wait for you to come back, couldn’t wait until he put his mighty claws on you and hold you.

He hoped that everything was going well, considering this was the longest you’d been on a mission, especially without him being there to assist and spy on you. He even thought about finding a way to be with you and help you on that mission, but decided against it so he wouldn’t ruin it for you. God, did it hurt to fight against that urge.

He didn’t know when you’d be back, and he couldn’t even text you since the signal was so terrible—I mean, you went into the deepspace tunnel… could you really communicate with anyone from there?—but he was patient, like always, and just waited for you to come back and be with him again.

Soon enough, you came back, but instead of going straight to Sylus's house like you usually do after every mission, you went to your apartment. It wasn't your fault, though, you were so tired that you weren't thinking straight. You were thinking on default, you know? You took the route that you knew by heart—the route straight to your big comfy bed—all you thought about was sleep. You came home and hopped straight into bed, not even taking a shower, just right to bed.

After 30 minutes of sleeping, you hear the doorbell ring. You don’t move a muscle in the hope that the person will leave, but nope. They keep ringing, and you ignore them until they stop after the 25th ring. You sighed and went back to sleep.

Sylus was confused and a bit heartbroken that you didn’t text him when you returned. He saw you on the cameras—that he discreetly put in your house without you knowing… it was for a good purpose, not for anything weird, of course not. It was just in case you were in trouble, like if a burglar broke in or if someone was after you (or if you had company over…), he would know asap, nothing crazy, seriously—when he reached your apartment, he decided to just ring the doorbell like a normal person, he didn’t want to scare you or anything but after you didn’t answer it for so long he grew weary. He decidedly teleported into your house instead of breaking down the door—don’t want the cops to be called, do we?—he flickered with the switch but nothing came on… the house looked neat enough, its small but neat, no sign of forced entry and he doesn’t hear any water running so why didn’t you answer the door?

He snuck towards your room, slightly opening the door, only to see you lying there in your bed, sleeping, not moving a muscle. From a distance, it’d look like you were dead, considering how you were laying, but he knew you and your sleeping positions. For others, it looked crazy, but it was comfortable for you and he didn’t judge—hell, he sleeps laying up so he can’t judge anyway.—he walked towards the side of the bed where you laid, and for a moment, he stood there, watching. He watched as the moonlight spilled into your room and sat perfectly on your drooling face, watched how your eyes were still slightly open—that’s how he knew you were in a deep sleep—you must’ve been tired, he thought, since you didn’t change and you still had your shoes on.

Sylus didn’t want to disturb you, so he walked around the house for a little wondering why the lights were out. He soon saw paperwork scattered on the kitchen counter, It was bills after bills stacked up, you’ve been gone so long, of course, no one paid for them. He curses himself internally for not thinking of your bills sooner, but can you blame him? You practically lived with him now, but still, he’ll pay for them later on. 

Since your house had no power, no water, or air, he took that as a reason to take you to his house, which, of course, brought deep joy from within him. 

Sylus was surprised when you didn't wake from him carrying you or driving to his house. After making it to his house and laying you on your side of his bed, he waited patiently for you to wake (but not until after he took your shoes off. He didn’t want to take your clothes off, though—not yet at least—he didn’t want that to wake you up, and you just so happen to see him stripping you… How would that make him look?)

The next morning, you woke to classical music playing and the smell of breakfast. You were disheveled, but soon got your thoughts together and realized you weren’t at the place you drove an hour to last night. No, this wasn’t your bedroom, this was Sylus’s room… how did you get here, you wondered, surely you would’ve gotten up if you felt someone touch you? You’re not a heavy sleeper. Were you that tired? So many thoughts run through you as you lie there still.

“Good morning, my love” you heard from the doorway. You got up to see Sylus standing there smiling slyly.

“Sylus?” You asked. “How did I-” Sylus cuts you off, “are you hungry? Or do you want to shower first?” He says getting closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed in no time with his long legs. He cuffed your face, admiring how beautiful you looked, though he noticed something different about you… Did your cheeks get more chubbier, or was his mind making up things since it’s been so long without you? Perhaps it’s nothing. You were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and ever been in love with. Thinking those thoughts, he proceeded to squeeze them, smiling as he watched your face scrunched up.

“Sylus!” You exclaimed softly, laughing while pushing his hand away. “I’ve missed you so much,” he says softly, trying to go in for a kiss, but was rejected when you move away. He looks at you with confusion and heartbreak in his eyes. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” you say, pouting, “so?” He says still trying to go in for a kiss, but this time he succeeds, grabbing your face with both his hands, kissing you passionately. “I don’t care if you haven’t brushed your teeth in days or months.” You push him away, “Ewww,” you laugh, he takes this chance to grab your face and kiss you all over.

“I’ve missed you so much, my dear,” he speaks out, “I had to fight the urge to come find you myself and bring you home” he confesses, looking you into your eyes as he caresses your face. “I've missed you too honey, god it was so hard not being able to text you,” you say, leaning into his touch and then kissing his cheek.

After much time, you decidedly get up to shower after realizing you’ve had the same clothes on for two days. “My love…” Sylus speaks up, stopping you in your tracks as you turn around to face him. he gets up and looks at you—this whole time of him being over you he didn’t realize your body has changed significantly. You watch as he stares at you up and down with a wondering look. You let out a sigh, “You’ve changed?” He asks, “I did.” You look down, pressing your lips together, “you’ve gotten…” he trails off, “bigger?” You say looking into his eyes but his eyes are fixated on your thighs, watching as your hunter uniform—aka your shorts—gets engulfed by them, he’s admiring them, “I wouldn’t say that” and he’s right, you shouldn’t say that because it’s not true, “you’ve gotten thicker I might say” that’s right… thicker.

He trails his eyes from your thighs to your belly pudge then your chest, watching as your boobs almost bulge out of your shirt. They were poking and sitting so rightfully good that he could just launch himself at you and rip that shirt off right but he held himself together, he did wonder though how could you change so much in two months?

You watch as he stares and looks at you with confusion, “but how? It’s been two months,” He asks, “Time in the deepspace tunnel works differently than it does here, 1 month here is almost a year there, I guess.” You admit still a bit surprised about that, realizing you’ve been gone for 2 years in the tunnel. “While I was there, I got into an accident, which caused me to be on bed rest. They fed me a lot and wouldn’t let me work out,” his heart sank, “an accident?” He's rushing to your side, scanning you, “It was just my ankle, I broke it, but I’m healed up a bit, though they sent me back here early since I’m still at risk,” you say as you show off your ankle. He slightly calms down.

“I’ll lose the weight in no time, I just need to exercise” you say smiling lightly, “you don’t have to,” He looks you up and down holding your waist, almost buckling in at the knees as he saw your belly pudge, “yea but I can't go fighting wanderers out of breath can I?” You laughed, causing Sylus to roll his eyes, “You know you can always-,” You shush him “I love my job Sylus, and I won’t give it up because im out of shape,” you explained, Sylus just laughs, “but if you change your mind…” he trails off, “I know I know” you laugh finally turning around, retreating into the bathroom to shower.

After showering and finishing eating breakfast, you ask Sylus to come work out with you, “You sure that’s a good idea? You should be resting on that still-healing ankle,” Sylus says, unwilling to help you lose weight.

“Oh, please, I’m fine. It’s practically healed enough for me to walk without a limp. That bed rest and amazing medicine helped me,” you say, still not enough to convince Sylus, “if you don’t want to work out with me, then I’ll just go back to Linkon and work out by myself.” Sylus sighed, giving in to your “threat”, not wanting to be away from you anymore, “fine, but not for long. Can’t risk your ankle getting injured again.” You rolled your eyes, turning on your heels, heading straight for Sylus's personal gym.

Working out was a bit tough for you since you had been on bed rest in the tunnel, it cost you the ability to exercise but you didn’t give up, Sylus knew it was hard for you but didn’t pressure you to stop, he knew you could handle it but he also knew when you couldn’t, when you would push yourself past your limit—he loved that about you but damn did it make him worry—he knew when and when not to step in.

You two worked out all day, only because you didn’t want to stop, but soon enough you tired yourself out and headed back to Sylus’s room to take another shower.

“Weird I haven’t seen or heard from the twin's none today,” you say as you walk through the threshold of Sylus’s bedroom, “I sent them away on a mission two days ago, they should be back by the weekend” he discloses, you've been so out of it you didn't realize today was Tuesday—honestly you didn’t know what day it was, you only knew it was Tuesday because of the calendar on the wall—“where’s my phone?” You asked, looking everywhere, “It’s on the charger over there on the nightstand, it was dead when I came and got you. That explains why you didn’t text me when you got back.” You look at him with a wondering face, “Speaking of that, how did you know I was back?” Sylus was silent for a moment before saying, “Oh, kitten, you must not know I have my ways.” he smirked, which only creeped you out just a bit, “stalker,” you say, grinning.

Just as you were about to enter the bathroom, you turned to Sylus, who was now sitting in his chair, reading a book. It always amazed you how fast he moved, especially without making any noise. “You coming?” You ask curiously, he looks up with a quizzical expression, almost as if you’re speaking to someone else, “Pardon?” “Do you want to shower together?” You ask properly, Sylus was shocked… You asked him to shower with you! You’ve never done that before… I mean, you guys have never done anything! He hasn’t even seen you naked!! Is this a joke? Is he dreaming??? He thinks to himself, “Unless you don’t want to”, Sylus damn near jumps out of his skin trying to get to his feet, “of course I do” he says hurriedly but soon calms himself, “alright well I’ll go run the water” you say walking into the bathroom.

Sylus watched you retreat into the bathroom, he stood there astonished because you asked him to shower with you. He had to be dreaming… was this the next step in the relationship? Either way, he was excited, but of course, he had to keep his cool and pretend like it didn’t affect him the way it did. 

He finally strides his way to the bathroom, where he saw you already naked showering, he damned the way the glass was made because if it wasn’t for that he would be able to see your body clearly from where he was standing. Obviously, He was going to see it clearly once he hopped in with you, that thought made him fly out of his clothes and jump right into that shower.

Oh did he enjoy the view of your very plump ass, took everything in him not to grab it that instance. He didn’t realize he was staring until you asked him to wash your back. He grabbed the towel, lathering it up with your Dove soap, and proceeded to wash your back. As he washed it he got lower and lower until he reached just above your ass, he was staring again. He kept rubbing that same area until you spoke up, “I think it's clean enough, Sylus.” You laughed, turning around and grabbing the towel from him. 

You let the water wash all the soap off your back, hoping your bonnet wasn’t getting wet because of how big it was—Sylus didn’t even realize you put it on—He watched as you raised your arms to pick the back of your bonnet up and leaned over just a little bit so the water could fully get to your neck and back, noticing the water flowing from your back to the bottom of your hanging breast. That sight immediately turned him on, seeing them drip and jiggle just a little bit, he couldn’t contain himself—luckily you turned around just before his cock got fully erect— he grabbed and pushed his cock down so it wouldn’t hit the back of your ass since you were so close to one another. 

He had to focus his mind elsewhere so it would go away but you just had to bend over slightly to wash your feet, that’s when he got a perfect glimpse of your wet pussy and lord did he lose it. He let out the whiniest groan you’ve ever heard, only to immediately stop himself and clear his throat, trying to keep his composure. “You said something?” You asked, rising back to your feet and turning your head slightly to look at him, “No,” he says bluntly, “sorry I’m taking up all the water, it’s your turn now.” You finished washing off and maneuvered to get behind him. 

You helped him wash his back off, soon stepping out of the shower to get dressed. Sylus, on the other hand, stayed in the shower a bit longer to calm himself down.

Sometime after that, he got out, put on a pair of boxers, and headed out of the bathroom. He saw you already halfway asleep with one of his oversized shirts on, which turned him on even more, but he didn’t think about it too much, sliding into bed right with you soon after.

Later that night, he couldn't sleep, still thinking about that shower you too had together, he couldn’t get over it, and that thought made something else rise in him. He ignored it, turning on his side to cuddle you. You turned too—still being in a deep sleep—you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs intertwined with his, breathing into his neck, he pulled you closer. Snaking his hands underneath his shirt to grab your ass just a bit only to realize you weren’t wearing any underwear.

Fuck.

He thought to himself—that one little thing just threw him completely over the edge—his cock only got harder by the minute and he couldn’t take it anymore, “shit,” he breathed out hesitantly, fingers slowly getting closer to the entrance of your pussy, once he reached it he rubbed just a little bit making him whimper so slightly. 

He should stop, he thought, this is wrong but fuck did your pussy feel good. He wanted to stick a finger in but stopped himself, he moved his hand away from your entrance and down to his aching cock. He had to pull it out… He had to relieve some pressure from it.

He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to be away from you, from your scent, from your touch… he stroked his cock ever so slow, groaning each time his tip touched your clit. He was getting hot and tenser, he had to move you, laying you on your back, pushing the shirt up so he could get a good look at your pretty pink pussy. He wanted to see your boobs too but then he would be getting too greedy… this was already wrong as it is… he shouldn’t make it worse.

Seeing your pussy made him want to jump right on in but he had to control himself and focus on getting his problem out the way before you awake to see what he was doing, his mouth was drooling at the sight of your pussy… he couldn’t hold in his whimpers, he was on his knees in the bed, stroking his dick faster and harder to reach his climax but it wasn’t enough. He had to wake you up.

Getting in-between your legs, face inches from yours, he kissed you—Hoping it would wake you up—peppering kisses all over until you finally awake.

“Sylus?” You ask sleepily, opening your eyes just a bit, “What’s wrong baby?”

Baby

Oh boy did that make him even harder? He pushed his tip into your folds, hoping you would get the message. “Won’t you help me kitten? Please my love I need help,” he begged, you looked down to see his aching red tip leaking with pre cum. At that sight you immediately got turned on, already leaking, “I would love to but I’m tired,” you say hoping he’d understand that you didn’t have the energy. “That’s alright baby… just lay there and look pretty,” you nod as he goes down on you.

You were nervous but he soon washed that away once he grabbed your legs, putting them over his shoulders and immediately diving in.

He was eating you like a starving dog, you couldn’t help but let out loud moans, and you thanked the gods above that the twins weren’t here. They’d be traumatized.

He sucked, bit, and licked at your clit, it was too much for you, pushing at his shoulders only made him dive in deeper, using his evol to hold your hands down. This was your first time experiencing head and god did it feel good… so good that you thought it was too much, it was a feeling in your stomach that only got tighter. You didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want him to stop although you were nervous.

“S-SYLUS!” You screamed, shaking and trembling, “PLEASE! I-I FEEL,” you utter out of breath, but he doesn’t stop, in fact, he goes even faster, sticking a finger in, fucking you at an inhumane rate with them

That’s when you were pushed over the edge, squirting all over his face and bed—which he gladly slurped up—he added another finger and slowly fucked you through your orgasm, you were shaking and breathing hard.

“Oh hope you don’t think we’re done, kitten.” He says as he hovers over you with smirk that could only mean something crazy.

Part 2 ! Sorry if this didn’t make sense I tried 😫

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⤷ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ˗˗ Zayne washes your hair for the first time

⤷ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ˗˗ sexual themes but fluff, black fem!reader, Zayne is husband material, Zayne really is skilled with his hands, inspired a little bit by 50 shades of grey 😭, let me know if I miss anything. I’m not the best writer, so this is poorly written, forgive me.

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“Dammit,” You exclaimed as you entered Zayne's home, soaked from head to toe. “Fuck.” You speak breathlessly, taking your jacket off at the door. Zayne approaches you, calling your name softly, “What happened?” You can see he’s trying not to crack a smile.

Letting out a deep sigh, you make your way to the bathroom. “Did you walk here?” Zayne asks, walking behind you with paper towels as he cleans up the water that dripped off you onto the floor. “Kinda, I took a bus but it broke down some ways back so I decided to walk the rest, you weren’t far but I didn’t realize it was gon rain.” You started stripping out of your soaked clothes; meanwhile, Zayne is still on the floor cleaning up the water.

“Did you not check the weather?” He finally makes his way to the bathroom, cleaning up the water that’s in the doorway and leaving the rest in the bathroom until you’re finished. “It was a sunny day,” “partially cloudy,” he interrupts, “It didn’t seem like it was going to rain, I didn’t see not one dark cloud so I just assumed that it’ll be sunny all day,” “well your assumption caused you to be soaked like a wet kitten,” he takes in your half naked form, admiring your slight curves as your deep brown skin glistens from the water in the bathroom light.

Clearing your throat, you snap Zayne out of his haze. He looks up at you, seeing you with an angry face, which in his eyes is just a pouting baby who has yet to get some rest. He’s still smirking, “You think everything is so funny, huh?” You say, crossing your arms, hip poking out slightly, "Noo, my love, I’m sorry, I just find you incredibly cute right now,” “cute?” “Beautiful, I mean, incredibly beautiful,” he says, cupping your face, kissing you gently on the lips, then all over your cheeks.

“Why didn’t you call me to pick you up from the beginning?” He gently pulls your wet locs out of your face, tilting your head up to look at him, “If you told me you were coming, I would’ve gotten you.” He states, “I thought you’d still be at work, but by the time I remembered you had today off, I was already on the bus halfway here.” A sigh left Zayne's mouth, “You remembered before the bus broke down, though? You could’ve still called me,” “yea but I wanted to go for a walk anyway since it was sunny, little did I know it was gonna rain,” you turned around to mess with the shower knobs, getting the temperature just right for yourself, “I’m gonna take a shower, then I’m going to go wash my hair in the sink.”

“Why not wash it in the shower?” “You shouldn’t wash your hair in the shower, that's how the drain gets clogged, and my mom always made us wash it in the sink.” “Wouldn’t the sink get clogged, too?” You rise from the tub, turning to meet Zayne's eyes, “What’s easier to clean, the shower drain or the sink?” Zayne stares for a moment before nodding, “you’re right but I have something for the drain,” Zayne points to the drain, “I have something to catch the hair since I also wash my hair in the shower,” “of course you do,” you strip completely, smiling at Zayne, he leaves but not before taking a good long look at your beautiful body, admiring your pudge, loving the way your hips have dips in them and how plump your booty looks

“Zayne!” You scream, Zayne hurriedly walks to the bathroom to see you on your knees, still wrapped up in the towel, “What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly, walking towards you, “I didn’t wash my hair yet, I’m trying to set the temperature right.” “Is that why you called me?” Zayne looks at you confusedly, “No, I called you because,” you sit down completely on the floor facing Zayne, “I wanted to see if you wanted to wash my hair?” You smile at Zayne, “Me?” “No, Casper the ghost, yes you Zayne,” you laugh, “unless you don’t feel like it,” “no, of course I want to,” a slight smile appears on his face, “are you sure you want me to though?” He’s on the floor with you now, touching your thighs ever so gently, “yes Zayne, I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t, now hurry up, my hair is still dripping wet,” “right,” Zayne rushes to his feet, “let me go get some things,” rushing out the bathroom, Zayne grabs a towel and a pillow from the couch. 

He comes back, sets the pillow under your butt, and rolls the towel up for neck support, then grabs the shampoo and conditioner. Zayne tries to find a proper place to settle, but every place he goes is uncomfortable. “Why not just get on top?” You ask, smiling slyly, Zayne stares for a moment, but adjusts himself above you. You take that as an opportunity to slither your hands around to his waist, and, grabbing two handfuls of ass, he jumps, looking at you sternly, “Sorry,” you giggle. 

Grabbing the shower head, Zayne slowly wets your hair, making sure to get every side. He grabs the shampoo, squirting a reasonable amount onto your head. Slowly, he massages it into your scalp, scrubbing and scratching every part of your head, “mmm,” you moan, closing your eyes, “feels good?” He asks, smiling, “Mhmm.” Zayne continues this motion, getting behind your ears and going to your kitchen — the back of your neck — slowly turning your head, making sure he doesn’t move it too fast so you won’t catch a cramp.

Grabbing more shampoo, he moves from your roots to the end of your locs and back to your roots, “Can you do that one more time?” Opening your eyes, you look at Zayne with a hazy look, “This?” He scratches your scalp again, but gently, “yeah…” you trail off again, closing your eyes once more, gently biting your bottom lip. Zayne watches your expression, leaning down and nibbling your cheek. You blush, opening your eyes. 

After sometime Zayne rinses your hair, you take that time to admire him, the way he clenches his jaw while focusing hard, how his thighs are tense trying to hold himself up, you slowly run your hands up them, getting closer to his manhood, he calls your name softly, “what do you think you’re doing,” he’s smiling, “nothing,” you brush over his area, moving underneath his shirt, rubbing against his abs, his stomach flinches against your soft touch, you lift his shirt, getting a great view, “oooohh,” Zayne laughs, “what are you, 12?” “Don’t mind me, just admiring my baby.” You look at him, both making eye contact and laughing, he kisses you again, this time it’s a full-on make-out session, scratching the back of your head while he tongue kisses you slowly. 

After Zayne finishes rinsing your hair and adding the conditioner, he grabs the towel that was under your neck, unraveling it and wrapping it around your head, “All done,” he says, “thank you, doctor Zayne,” you smile, kissing him, “I’ll make sure I repay you, but after my hair dries,” he kisses you back with a smirk, "I'll also need to schedule me a hair appointment."

This was rushed lowkey. I'm very impatient, so it might be terrible. I also didn't know where to take it, so I just ended it there

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New You

Sylus x thick black reader (anyone can read though)!

Warnings: SMUT, downbad Sylus, reader is a virgin, not good at writing smut, rough sex, no mercy from Sylus, all came from my fantasies in my head about Sylus. Let me know if I miss anything.

Words: 1.4k

A/N: This is part 2 of my story! Like I said before, I am not thick or chubby! I just thought of this because I thought it was cute considering how much Sylus loves squeezing and poking MC. Please let me know if you think it is wrong of me to write this! I don’t want to offend anyone!!! I also wrote this with nails on 😭 so if there are any mistakes, please forgive me and if there’s any lore that sounds wrong, let me know! This isn’t proofread, and I’m using Grammarly to help correct this .. I’m also not the best writer.

Sylus had just got done eating your pussy for the 6th time that night, making you cum back to back with his mouth and fingers, he wasn’t letting up… he wasn’t giving up. He knew you were a virgin so he wanted to prepare you good enough to take his dick—that and because he couldn’t get enough of how your pussy tasted—he was trying to make sure you were ready for what he was about to put down! All that preparation had him fucking his hard-on against the bed to relieve some pressure… It didn’t work. 

“Please, Sy!” You cry out, “No more! I can’t take it!” You begged and pleaded that he’d stop attacking your over-sensitive pussy. You’ve been begging all night, but this time he's finally giving in to your pleas, “I’m just getting you prepared, that’s all.” Surprisingly, he wasn’t out of breath, you, on the other hand, though… You were out of it, breath ragged and mind out of it. “For what?” You breathed out, eyes opening for the first time since he started eating you. 

You both made eye contact, but his eyes were low, and his pupils were completely dilated. He moved his eyes to his hanging cock that was overly leaking with precum, his tip looked like it was going to explode if it didn’t get any release, your eyes followed in pursuit. 

Your eyes damn near bulged out of your head, his dick was huge and angry. You tried moving back, but the headrest stopped you. You were shocked and nervous. 

“It’s not gonna fit,” you say, worried, no way in hell your tight hole would be able to take that. “Oh, but it will,” he says so surely, “no need to be scared, kitten, I’ll take care of you,” he was now stroking his dick at a slow pace, gripping you by your waist to pull you back down, “I’ll go slow,” he whispered to you, breath tickling your ears. 

He pushed his cock into your overly fucked out pussy lips, rubbing it slow and teasingly, you both moaned as he hit your clit, picking up his pace and spreading his arousal all over your lips, your head dropped back on the pillows, and your eyes went crossed at how good the feeling was. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “you’re so wet, can’t imagine how the inside feels,” he exclaimed. “Please, fuuuck, please let me put it in,” he was begging, trying to hold his composure but your pussy was driving him crazy. He grabbed your face, making you look into his eyes, trying to get you to give in. 

Ultimately, you did, nodding your head, slowly pushed his tip into your hole, you screamed breathlessly, you were hyperventilating… his tip was stretching you so far, “shhh my love,” he said, trying to ease your pain. “Just breathe slowly for me,” he was kissing you now, on your lips, then all over your face. 

You were crying, the pain was overwhelming you, trying to get your breathing straight. He wanted to move so badly, but he knew he couldn’t, so he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head, not knowing he was almost cutting your circulation off because of how tightly he was holding them. 

He slowly pushed his tip in and out, trying to get you used to the feeling. You were a whimpering mess, but you didn’t stop him; you wanted to take it… to get used to it and be able to handle the pain. “Fuck, I-I c-can’t,” he was stuttering, your pussy was squeezing him so good that he couldn’t take it, “I’m gonna bottom out ok? Let me just sink it in and I p-promise I won’t move,” he was practically begging you to let me him stick it in all the way, he wanted to feel all of you and you let him. 

Nodding your head, he let go of your wrist and bear hugged you, “Do it fast, ok?” You asked, tears dripping from your eyes, you wanted to get the pain out of the way—perhaps that wasn’t a good idea—you wrapped your legs and arms around him and he stuffed his head into your neck, whimpering “mhm” shakily as he hurriedly pushed his dick all the way in. 

You screamed out the most blood-curdling scream as you clawed at his back, you started to push at his waist, but to no avail. You were a whimpering and crying mess while he was breathing hard, squeezing you into his body. The way your pussy was tightening around him, he had to bite into something—and that something was your neck—you screamed again pulling at his hair but he didn’t move, he didn’t even flinch. 

You both stayed there for what felt like an hour, you got your breathing under control, and soon the pain started to feel good. Sylus still didn’t move though, he kept his promise and suffered through the torture of what a good pussy like yours felt like. 

“Sy,” you said, still trying to catch your breath, “you can move now.” Sylus let go of your throat—licking it after taking such a deep bite—and looked you in your eyes, trying to make sure he heard you right. After looking into your eyes, you nodded. Sylus took that confirmation and started moving, but at such a slow rate that you both thought you’d die right there. You wanted him to move faster, but didn’t know what to say so you grabbed his ass and pushed him further in, trapping him with your legs. 

That sent Sylus over the edge. He closed his eyes and started picking up the pace. You felt so good, he was losing himself, picking up the speed even more, going faster, harder. All he could focus on was how you felt and how you were making him feel. This was the first time in centuries he’s felt you, and he didn’t know if it was going to be the last, so he sure as hell wasn’t wasting this opportunity. 

He gripped your thick thighs and pushed them to your chest. This new angle had you weeping and shaking, a moaning mess. All you could hear was skin slapping and moaning throughout the room. He was fucking you at a ferocious pace, knocking the wind out of you. 

He was fucking you up the bed, you tried to run but he wasn’t having it, “Stop. Fucking. Running.” After each word, he slammed into you harder more faster. He was growling like a wild animals and fucking you like one too. 

Your bonnet came off, your braids falling around your head, sticking to your sticky skin, but that wasn’t enough for him. 

He used his evol to flip you over, forcing you into a doggy style position. He slammed into you once again, ramming into your tight pussy. He was losing his temper, fucking you like you were nothing, pulling your braids, arching your back into a dangerous position. He was smacking your ass, gripping your plush waist so he could ram into you faster. “Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot how good my sweet little kitten pussy felt.” He was growling, you didn’t comprehend the sentence, you were too fucked out. 

Pushing at his waist to get him to slow down, but didn’t give in. He used his evol again to bind your wrist to your back. “Sylus, please!” You screamed, but he didn’t respond. He was too pussy drunk to hear you. He let go of your hair and proceeded to grab you by your throat with both hand and fuck you even harder. 

You were on the verge of cumming again and he wasn’t letting up, “I’m cumming!” You yelled, you somehow cum and squirted at the same time, pushing Sylus thick dick of out you forcefully. 

He let go of you as you squirted all of over his dick. You fell face first into the pillows as your body twitched, hoping Sylus was done, “damn sweetheart, look at how much of a mess you made.” He said smiling, slapping your pussy, making you squeal. 

He wasn’t finished. He didn’t get to cum yet, pushing his dick into your hole again, you rises again trying to stop him. “I can’t,” you say, trying to move away, “too much,” “but, baby, what about me? Won’t you let me cum too?” He asked, gripping your throat, he was smiling. 

He pushed your head back into the pillows, “I’ll make it quick.” 

That night was long, he continuously filled you up over and over again with his cum and by the time he was done he had you ass up face down with your hole dripping with his nut. He was glad to see you filled up with a part of him inside you. 

Don’t worry, after you both came down, he took good care of you, even though you were passed out by the time he finished with you.

I hope you enjoyed it! This was my first time writing something like this and finishing it.

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