#qin che

[pzxce]

darkbound souls doodle

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fahdurhood

[mwphisto]

Sylus loves the look of your wedding ring on your finger. 18+

He can't get enough of the way the diamonds shine so beautifully in any environment. How he crafted it to sit so perfectly on your finger, so snug yet comfortable. Never to be lost or damaged.

Sylus especially loves the look of your wedding ring when it is the only thing you have on. When you're pressed down over his desk, clothes discarded everywhere around his office. Your stomach flat again the cool mahogany, your branded finger twitching in the dim light of the office as you grasp on for something - anything - to keep you sane.

"S-sylus... please!" Every thrust is brutal, so deep you swear you can feel him in your chest. "Please what?" he rasps, heavy body leaning down over yours. Dwarfing you entirely, pressing you harder into the surface supporting your naked frame. "What do you want me to do?"

He plows himself into you, sheathing his cock in its entirety inside of you. The bones of his hips digging into the fat of your ass and nearly making you hook a leg up over the desk to try and pull away. "Tell your husband what you want him to do to you." You should have kept your damn mouth shut, your head is spinning from how deep he is.

"I-I..." you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, stars blinking across your vision as your glittering finger catches the light once more. Reminding Sylus why he had gotten so worked up in the first place.

He was still getting used to you being his wife. His pretty, pretty wife. His hips started moving again before you could speak, his own imagination running from him as he leans back. A large hand coming down to connect with your ass cheek in a brutal smack.

"Don't be dumb now, baby. Tell me what you want. Or is my cock really that good? Your pretty pussy can't take a good pounding without your pretty little head going all stupid, huh? Your husband fucks you so good, doesn't he? Tell me how good I fuck you, baby."

You could feel the drool slip past your lips now, heat flooding your cheeks as you cry out in pleasure. "S-so good, Sy. You're f-fuckin me so good. My per-perfect huuuh-hushand!" God he was going to explode.

[xchosos-wifex]

Sylus was just about done with your bullshit.

The fight wasn't even that bad, really. You'd been in a mood that day, and all he'd done was try to cuddle with you when you had snapped back at him.  He tried to tease you, to calm you down like he usually did, but his emotionally unaware ass had clearly not noticed the difference between pissed and extremely angry. 

Now, you were out on a shopping spree.

The shopping spree wasn't the problem. In fact, if it was up to Sylus, he was trailing behind you every day and watching you buy out mall after mall happily, making Luke and Kieran carry all the bags for him while the only thing he held was your waist. He'd sit for hours in dressing rooms watching you spin for him, giving you his undivided attention. 

No, the problem wasn't the shopping spree at all. It was the fact that you were using your card. 

It was the first time in ages that Sylus actually felt an emotion that was close to... was that distress? He'd given you card after card after card to use whenever he wasn't there, which was NEVER, because he was always there. Always. 

So when he saw the bags in your room from the various luxury brands he spoiled you with, he'd just assumed you'd gone to a mall without him to cheer you up. Sure, he'd been a little sulky that he didn't get to come with you, but as long as you felt better and came back to sleep with him in the same bed, he didn't complain.

Yet, when he'd logged onto his financial records to deposit some more money into his card for you, a furrow formed between his eyebrows, realizing that nothing had been withdrawn at all. And Sylus may have been emotionally unaware at some points in his life, but he definitely wasn't stupid.

You knew that you had millions of dollars to spend with just a flick of his black card whenever you wanted to; it was just pocket change to him. He could buy out this whole fucking continent for you and still have enough to stay happy till the day he died, yet you still insisted on acting like a stubborn mule and using your own money, because you knew it pissed him the fuck off.

"Why aren't you using my card, sweetie?" A low voice hit your ears the moment you stepped into the house, dragging along with you a trolley's worth of bags, stumbling under the weight. Whoever said that money couldn't buy happiness clearly didn't live with the boss of Onychinus.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you huffed, watching him take four bags from you with ease, the other hand taking three more to lighten your load.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said pointedly, looking down at you. His voice was still quiet and calm, but the look in his eyes told you he was definitely not happy with it at all. You didn't reply, hauling the rest of whatever you'd bought to your room before Sylus put the bags down and spun you around, hands on your hips.

"Princess," he murmured, thumbs stroking against your hips. "You know I can just deposit all my money into your card too, right?" This was false- he had already deposited money into your card, just not as much as he would have liked to, in case you noticed too soon. You just didn't realise, giddily swiping your card when you saw there was still money inside. God, you needed to be more financially aware.

"As if," you scoffed, and Sylus bit back a smile. You were so oblivious sometimes it was cute. How did you think he got to such a high position without the basic knowledge of bank account infiltration? "And who told you you had permission to hold me again?"

"The six pairs of lingerie you just bought," he purred, leaning in closer. "And the seven more you probably would have bought if you used my card."

"I don't need your card to buy everything," you huffed angrily, poking at his chest and earning an amused eye raise. It was so unfair that he was still so antagonizingly hot even when you were mad at him. It just made you madder.

"Wanna bet, sweetie?"

"You're on."

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[snoozer-crow]

"sweetheart," sylus murmurs, exhaling softly as he traces lazy kisses down your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he pulls you close against his chest. his breath caresses your throat, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips as you shiver, your grip on his shirt tightening just a fraction.

his hulking frame bows as he snakes his arms around you and presses his palms flat to your back, urging you to curve further into him. no matter how close you get, it's never enough. he always needs you just a little bit closer.

he hums, the low vibration resonating through your heart, causing it to stutter. his breath shudders slightly, not out of arousal, but of desperate possessiveness. "you're so small, so small..." his sigh feels hot against the crook of your neck, like the air that escapes an oven while it's on. his grasp tightens.

"you don't understand how much i need you. how i long to curl around you and keep you warm forever. my treasure. mine."

you nod, dizzy with something you can't quite wrap your head around as you bask in his affection. you nuzzle your face into his sweater, closing your eyes and reveling in the scope of his desire. he inhales you and clutches you tight as if you're the air he breathes, the blood in his veins.

"wanna be yours forever," you confess, and a low rumble escapes his chest as he fists his hands in your shirt, one you borrowed from him. "i love you."

"my darling," his voice is a whisper as he finally settles, wrapped around you as tightly as possible. "i love you too. more than you'll ever know."

[calebunny]

Sylus noticed you borrowed his jacket, it engulfed you entirely. Now he's wondering just how tight of a fit it will be

Warnings: Explicit, MDNI . Size Difference, Overstimulation, Dubious Consent (Dubcon), Squirting/Belly Bulge.

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It was a particularly cold day in the N109 zone. The base’s heating systems seemed to be working overtime, yet they failed to provide the warmth only your walking space heater could, Sylus. But he was away on business, so for now, you resorted to wrapping yourself in as many blankets as possible. 

Scrolling through videos under the huge pile of bedding, you buried your face beneath the thick quilts, choosing potential suffocation over the biting chill of the room. Eventually, even you grew bored of staying in one place for half the day. 

Dramatically pushing the layers off your body, you were hit with a sudden draft that raised goosebumps all over your skin. The fact that you were only wearing shorts wasn't helping, but the rest of your clothes had ended up in the laundry. 

Right as you were about to give up and huddle back into your haven, you spotted something resting on Sylus’s desk chair. Squinting to get a better look, you realized it was his motorcycle jacket. 

Mmm, he wouldn’t mind, would he? You thought as you walked over to the desk, wondering if it would even be able to keep you warm enough. You had never borrowed his clothes before, never needing to since you had your own closet prepped here in his base. But today was a special case. As your thumb ran over the heavy fleece lining inside the jacket, you knew you definitely needed it. Plus, knowing him, Sylus would let you take his soul if you wanted to; What was a jacket? 

So you went on your merry way, spending the day wrapped in his scent, exploring the new corners of the base you somehow still managed to find after all this time. 

By the time Sylus finished his affairs and returned home, you were left bored and twiddling your thumbs on the couch, sprawling across it while playing a video game on your phone. It was evening and the house had settled into a comfortable temperature, but you still couldn't bring yourself to part with the cloud like material of his jacket. 

Sylus, looking weary as ever, stepped through the main door, slipping off his shoes and coat. Hearing his entrance, your body jolted up and you rushed over to where he stood. “Sylus! You’re back!” 

Glancing up at you, he let his shoulders relax just a little as he took in your entire figure. Realizing what you were wearing, his eyebrow cocked up, his face shifting into immediate amusement. Reaching him, you leaned up and hugged his neck, letting his strong cologne and physical warmth replace the flimsy reassurance the jacket had given you all these hours. 

Looking down at you, Sylus seemed to realize a few things. Of course, it had always been obvious that you were much shorter and smaller than him. But seeing his jacket, tailored to him perfectly, now resting on you almost like an oversized cloak... The sleeves easily reached past your hands, leaving your fingertips completely out of sight. The broad shoulder pads drooped almost halfway down your arms, and the hem spanned all the way to your mid-thigh. Yeah, you were engulfed.

A part of him felt strangely territorial at the sight. His lover, in his clothing, showing him exactly how small and fragile you were compared to him. 

Noticing he was still staring, you looked down at yourself, remembering your little thievery earlier. “Oh yeah, sorry. It was so cold in here, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it.”

“Quite the contrary, sweety.”

You were splayed on his bed, entirely naked except for the jacket still draped over your trembling body after Sylus insisted you keep it on. He was a man who usually let you take the lead, letting you use him however you pleased. But today, his restraint seemed to be teetering on snapping entirely. 

Two of his fingers were curled up deep in your cunt, more than enough to stuff you fully.

“Just so pliant for me, aren't you, kitten? My fingers are all you can take,” he huffed mockingly, looking at you pathetically squirming and struggling over practically nothing compared to what he could really be giving you. 

He worked rhythmically, letting his digits plunge in and out of you with obscene squelches. “I wonder if I'll even fit.” Sylus could basically be talking to himself; you were too far gone with the way he kept prodding and bullying against that one spot, making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“We should check, no?” At your lack of response, Sylus retracted his fingers suddenly, the glisten of your juices dripping down his knuckles as he lapped it all up devotedly. 

“Sylus- wha–,” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a hard rub to your clit, effectively silencing you. You let out a desperate whimper, arching off the bed as he delivered the final push into your unraveling. 

Too distracted by your orgasm, you didn't notice that Sylus had already pushed off his pants and underwear. You looked up to see his dick spring up against his abdomen, an angry red that looked almost painful. Reaching back to hover over you, he lined himself on top of your stomach– heavy and warm, the tip reaching all the way to your belly button. If it wasn't for the rolling afterwaves of your high,  you would've tried to claw away from him at the sight. 

Sylus looked down at you, slotted perfectly beneath him, the jacket falling open further with the rise and fall of your chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as you tried to anchor yourself while his thick cock kept shoving inside you, inch by inch. 

You just felt so goddamn full.

Gazing past your chest, you saw he wasn't even halfway done feeding you his length, yet you could already see the faint outline of where his cock rested, peeking through your belly.

“You can do better, sweety. Be good and take everything for me, hm?” He still had that insufferable smirk on his face, thoroughly amused by your plight. This prick. To take your own little revenge, you dug your nails into him deeper and clenched his cock with everything your poor pussy could offer, which earned a sharp hiss from him. 

“Stop! No– no more, Sylus- AHH-!” Your breathless words were cut off entirely as he leaned over, placed a palm flat against the growing bulge in your lower tummy, and pressed.

You swore you could see nothing but white. You practically drenched him with how much your cunt squirted. Sylus chuckled darkly, looking down at you like his new little plaything.

“You can give me more of that now, can't you?”

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♡ Bunny's Note: Let me know if you want the rest of the LIs for this trope! Whose hoodie or shirt shall we steal next? ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 

edit: I resposted this to see if it'll show up on search and tags again, cause i think tumblr was spam filtering me.