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he/they. college student. nsfw. negative motivation

[zxblackdog]

Masterlist

Haze - mist entity x bottom male reader

Camping! - childhood bsf x powerbottom gn reader

Machinery - robot x bottom male reader

Intrigue - serial killer x top male reader

Bar fights - mist entity x male reader (no smut...yet)

Case rambles - dumping thoughts on Case

Double the fun - 2 demon ocs x bottom male reader

[izaarcc]

Childhood best friend OC who became popular x nerd male reader idea in which both of them end up stuck in the Backrooms because why not

You and Matt used to be joined at the hip when you were growing up. Ever since you moved to this small town with your mom when you were six and he said "hi" to you on the first day of kindergarten, you've been an item. Everyone knew that if one of you was around, the other one was close.

At least it used to be like that.

Middle school was a peculiar experience—puberty, social hierarchies, and whatnot. You didn't really care about all that, even if your hobbies and the things you liked labeled you as a "nerd." You thought it was absolutely ridiculous—if "nerd" is the best insult you can think of, that's just pitiful—but Matt, on the other hand, started to pull away from you.

It wasn't something that happened overnight, more like a continuous, slow effort to keep you on the sidelines. So slow that you barely noticed at first. I mean, it's middle school; everyone makes new friends, there's nothing to worry about, right? You didn't have time to think about all that, not when you were in the middle of your own chaotic pre-teenager revelations—like the stupid, embarrassing crush you seemed to have towards your dumb best friend, which made you avoid him in public, too.

By the time you started high school, no one at school had any idea that you two were friends. He was on the baseball team, always surrounded by his loud, obnoxious little group and their disgusting jokes. You enjoyed your time alone, made your own friends, and kept enjoying the same interests that made Matt step aside.

Funny enough, your friendship was still alive and strong.

It was a weird feeling to have to sneak to his house when it was already dark outside, always using the back door like some nasty secret, someone with no right to enter through the front like a normal guest—like you used to do before Matt decided people knowing you two were friends was embarrassing. The little secretive show was over once you were inside; you would greet his dad, grab something from the fridge, and go straight to his room where he usually had a movie or a video game ready to play.

It went on for almost four years, until that specific night of your senior year. You chose a movie, he brought some snacks, and then his dad told him he got a call from work and needed to head out for the night. Matt's eyes glowed with that playfulness you knew so well, and as soon as Matt’s dad was out the door, Matt sprinted to the kitchen. He came back with a cheap whiskey bottle, already half-finished, that he managed to sneak inside the house.

You don't remember very well what happened after—who leaned in first, who pushed against the other's lips, who let the kiss linger for as long as it did—but when you woke up the next morning, Matt was already gone.

That's when the real avoidance started.

If he barely acknowledged you in public before, now he pretended you didn't exist, shoulders tense and eyes nailed to anything but you. Every time you invited him to your house or asked to go to his, he would make some excuse, and every time you texted him, he would read the message but never respond.

So you stopped.

Soon after, as if some cruel joke of the life that seemed to hate you, you ended up in this place. You went to the mall planning to watch the new release of your favorite franchise and took a wrong turn. Suddenly, everything was halls and halls of infinite length and a dissertation that bordered on creepy.

You don't know how long you wandered around—hours, days, maybe weeks. The place kept changing, opening new doors to different scenarios. Every one looked more and more familiar, adjusting to your memories and adapting to you.

And one day you saw him.

Matt.

He practically knocked you over, panicked and overwhelmed and somehow happy, saying that he's been looking for you for months, that your mom is worried sick, that he was sorry. You even cried a little—not because you were scared before, of course not.

So you start looking for the exit with him, grateful for the company, euphoric because you don't feel like you'll go crazy anymore, after so long with nothing but your own thoughts to distract you—and who better for the job than your crush?

It felt like things between you two were finally going back to normal, or at least as normal as they can be in a luminal space filled with entities. He had also stopped treating you as a freak—yes, because of the lack of people, but a win is a win.

You were happy. Somehow. Maybe you had already lost it. But he didn't look that miserable either.

At least not now, sitting beside you in a classroom with an eerie similarity to your kindergarten class, illegible books spread over the floor and desks of different sizes organized in some sort of specific chaos. The colors on the wall are so bright and artificial that they make your eyes hurt. Both your backs rest against the wall after you stop for a small break, the silence in the room somehow comfortable. You suppress the need to rest your head on his shoulder.

"That night," he starts, out of nowhere. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I don't know. Everything, I guess. Ignoring you."

The silence stretches. Seconds that feel like hours, since you don't know how to answer. And then, really tiny: "Why did you do that?"

"I thought you were going to reject me after I kissed you."

You turn your head so fast your neck hurts.

Matt also looks at you, somehow shy, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings so hard you might as well throw up. You don't move when his hand raises to your neck, thumb tracing patterns on your jaw, nor when his eyes drop to your lips and stay there. You let him lean closer and closer, until his breath crashes against your mouth and you can hear his heart pounding in his chest.

The memories of that night come crashing down.

The way you kissed him first.

The shock makes you push him away. You lose your balance and land on your elbows. The way he looked at you, surprised and confused and hurt, almost made you apologize.

"That's not what happened."

But your memories don't match how they're supposed to.

Matt's face twists into something morbid, eyes losing all light and mouth stretching unnaturally. The air around him changes—how he moves, how he breathes, how he fits in the room, everything shifts. The room stretches, the walls grow pale, the air gets colder.

And that's the moment everything fits.

"You're not Matt, are you?"

[zxblackdog]

Double the fun

Two (2) demon ocs x bottom male reader

Definitely like any normal person, you decided to summon company for the night. It may have worked too well.

Monsterfucking. Double penetration in one hole. Blowjobs, handjobs. Fingering. Ass eating. A few smacks, hair pulling, biting. Orgasm denial. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Spit as lube. Rough manhandling. Praise and a bit of degradation if you squint. Reader's not all there at the end yet he still yearns for more. Not sure if it really counts as temperature play but I'm putting it here anyway. Reader's referred to as "boy" and "kid"--reader is of age, the demons are just ancient.

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To say you’re lonely was…an understatement at the least. 

You’re at your wit’s end. 

Dating sucks. People suck. In this day and age, nothing is easy anymore. 

So what do you do?

Like any normal single man desperate for someone to just get you–mentally and physically–you decided to summon yourself a boyfriend.

…

Yes. Summon. 

How is this easier than going outside and just talking to people? It isn’t, but you’re too exhausted to fruitlessly go out every other night. And it’s getting expensive. You don’t have the funds for that.

What you do have funds for, is a few cheap ass candles, maybe some food ingredients, and the internet. 

You obviously didn’t think it’ll work, but–what if it did? At worst, you’ll definitely be embarrassed, but at best?

You’ll get a fucking eldritch boyfriend. 

The pros definitely outweigh the cons in your opinion. 

So you got to work. 

Following that document you found online to the tee, you busied yourself on the floor of your living room, moving furniture and cleaning up slightly just to give yourself some room. You've already got all the “ingredients” listed in the file–you've taken a look at it this morning when you went grocery shopping. Those low-quality candles are easy to find, same with salt and chalk. 

The weirdest thing you had to search for was blood–of course, you're not going to use human blood, even though the file you found claimed that would be the best catalyst for the summoning. You found the next best thing, you guess. It was a bit of a drive, but you managed to find a butcher. The look the old lady gave you when you asked for whatever blood they had left over will haunt your dreams. Even thinking about it now, you feel yourself burning up. 

It’ll be worth it, you thought. Hopefully.

It took you a while, especially since arts of any kind were never your strong suit, but the summoning circle looked…good enough. 

You have chalk all over your hands and pants, and you sneezed one too many times, blowing out a few of the candles you had sitting on the floor. You’ll have to clean that wax off the floor. 

Looking at the squiggly chalk and salt lines on the floor, you could only sigh as you grabbed the surprisingly decently sized bottle of…whatever animal's blood. Giving the online document one last look-over, you braced yourself for a mess before you started slowly pouring the blood into the center of the circle.

…

Of fucking course it didn't work. What were you even thinking?? 

Staring at the mess of chalk, salt, wax, and blood on your living room floor, you could only bury your face in your hands.

… OK. 

Fucking gather yourself. You have a shitload of messes to clean up. Don't even get started on the stain that blood will leave on your wooden floors. 

Moving your hands away, you stared at the failure of whatever delusion you brought upon yourself before finally moving your legs to bring you to your mop. 

You only took one step before a giant burst of flames almost engulfed your stature. 

Cowering in fear, you watched as the flames continued to burn brighter and more intense, singeing your ceiling. 

You ran, scrambling to the kitchen to grab whatever water you can to put this fire out. The smoke alarm became your backing track in this mess. 

Again. You didn't get far. 

Managing to duck behind your kitchen counter, what almost felt like a flash bomb stopped you in your tracks. You curled up into a ball on the floor–you're not taking any chances. 

Within what seemed like seconds, the heat disappeared. Not even a gradual dissipation–fully disappeared. You no longer smell smoke and no longer hear the sound of crackling embers. 

What the fuck?

Thoroughly confused, you peeked out from behind the kitchen counter. The fire was definitely real–you can still see the scorch marks on your floor and ceiling. The candles are now all little white puddles of wax, but..nothing was damaged?

You stood up, brows furrowed, and slowly made your way closer to where the summoning circle once was in hopes to examine the aftermath. 

You stood by the now black squiggly lines on your floor, and all you could do was stare. 

Again. What the fuck?

Was it just a freak accident??

Or… Did it work?? 

With the slightest slimmer of hope, your eyes scanned your living room. You didn’t see anything. 

Nothing seemed to be hiding behind your furniture–they had been pushed out of the way, piled against your walls. Unless whatever entity you supposedly summoned is the size of a cat, you accepted that you've failed. 

Honestly, you've already mentally prepared yourself for an outcome like this. At least that fucking fire didn't cremate you alive. 

You're about to grab.. fucking whatever. At this point, you don't even care anymore. You don't even know where to begin with this mess, so why not grab whatever’s closest. There's a roll of paper towels somewhere on your counter. 

Spinning around, you bumped into…something? You slammed face first into whatever was behind you, so you didn't get to see what you ran into. There shouldn't be anything behind you–the counter was still a few steps away. 

Whatever you bumped into was also too damn hot. Like physically feverishly hot. 

You stumbled back, and whatever it was didn’t give you a chance to react properly. 

A giant, clawed hand grabbed the lower half of your face and essentially swung you to its side–your hands flew to grab onto its arm as you were dragged. It was suffocatingly hot–not burning, but you're not fucking gonna stay there until it does. 

“So you're the dumbass that couldn't even draw a circle right?”

You could hear the bass of its voice rumble in your core. It was only then you decided to take a good look at whatever has you in its grasp and my fucking god. 

A beast of a figure towered over you–skin and horns a deep, intense red akin to the blood you spilled peeked from under wild, barely kept hair. Intense golden irises surrounded by void-like black sclera watched as your eyes trailed over the hair decorating the arms, broad fucking chest, and downwards. With your face in its–his?--claws, you couldn't look further downstairs even if you desperately wanted to, but you caught the glimpse of a long black tail that almost blended into the fur of his legs. 

My fucking god. 

You heard his throaty scoff from above you, sending your eyes flying back to his face. 

“You done starin’ or did I just scare that brain of yours to shit?”

You barely paid attention to what he said–he has fucking tusks. The gears in your brain were turning a million miles a minute just to comprehend what was going on. 

This was fucking real. 

You only vaguely registered the slight slur of his speech as a result of those pearly whites until your attention was snatched right away once again. 

“Aww, what do we have here?”

Both you and the beast in front of you (you, less so) turned to face the new figure that decided to appear in your mess of a living room. 

You thanked whatever witchcraft brought you here, because how else would you have two fucking hot beings in your home?

The new figure was a stark contrast to the one in front of you–almost elf-like in beauty. Thinner, and more lean, but somehow taller than the beast whose claws were around you. With long, flowing hair, four limbs fading to an almost white marble-like texture, and a literal faint glow around them, you would almost consider this being an angel. 

The pure mocking tone, claws, and piercing red eyes suggest otherwise. 

“Why the fuck are you here?” The figure in front of you growled at the new presence in the living room. “I got here first, piss off.”

Since you can't really do anything but watch–watch you did. Your eyes flicked back to the being who had you in his grasp. Seems like they knew each other?

Not like the beast gave you any time to think–he pulled you closer to his side, away from the recipient of his glares. Still, by the face of course. You're probably bruising at this point. His grip has not faltered. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What have I told you about manners, Ya’otzin?”

“Manners? You’re fucking talkin’--you think I give a shit? Where are your manners when you leech off of my souls, huh Zaessiel?”

You don’t know how you got yourself in this situation. You can feel the venom between the two–guess you did get what you wanted. Eldritch company. What a rollercoaster of a day.

You’re not complaining though. 

“Now, my friend, pardon my foul-mouthed… acquaintance. Here–”

Zaessiel’s soft, disingenuous apologies sent a shiver down your spine. You watched as he outstretched him arms and in a blink of an eye, you were no longer in the claws of Ya’otzin. You felt your head spin slightly as you felt a body pressed against your back, arms snaking around you. He was cold. 

“Look at you, Ya’otzin, hurting this poor boy. They won’t want to make any deals if you’re always roughing them up like this.”

Once again contrasting the angered rumbles of Ya’otzin you can feel in your chest, Zaessiel’s voice felt like a hypnotic winter breeze–chilling you to the bone. He doesn’t seem fazed at all by the angered barrage in tongues from his…companion? Rival? You don't know. 

Instead, Zaessiel’s nonchalant stroking of your cheek with his own claws indicate an amused indifference to the scene in front of him. 

Seems like the fiery demon doesn't have much of a choice–physically at least. Apart from verbal fire and clawed feet scratching up your floors as he paced, he didn't once try to physically attack anything. Even then, you could barely understand any insults thrown, as it doesn't seem like any human language at all. 

Then again, your mind has not been focusing on anything important anyway–Zaessiel’s arms tightening around you as he traced the bruises Ya'otzin left on your face is making you feel a certain way. More or less, it's just a night of sensory overload. 

Once you felt Zaessiel’s head resting on top of yours, it seemed like Ya’otzin had enough. Still obviously irritated, his eyes flicked towards yours. You heard him scoff, stopping Zaessiel’s caressing of your face.

“Fucking whatever then. Try and take him, leech. I’ve seen the looks he’s givin’ me. We both know the only reason you try to steal my deals is because you're fucking shit at knowing what people want. There’s only so much your empty words can do if what the kid likes is to be bruised.”

Heat crept across your skin, embarrassed that you’re this shit at hiding your attraction. You felt Zaessiel hold you closer, his chill almost overwhelming. You're starting to shiver. 

“Nonsense. There won’t be a soul to enjoy if you destroy it, brute.”

With a humph from Zaessiel, the scenery around you changed again, leaving your head spinning once more. This time, he trapped you against Ya’otzin. And him.

“But you can't blame me. It's not ‘stealing’ if I'm just the better candidate. Either way–neither of us can force a deal out of the boy. So…”

With long, nimble fingers against your chest, Zaessiel pushed your back up against Ya’otzin–both towering over you. You felt large, clawed hands on your hips while freezing fingers lifted your chin. 

Your breath caught in your throat.

“The choice is yours, my dear.”

“Choice–as if he wants a fucking hollow icicle.”

The two bickered away, almost as if you weren’t even there. Every so often, either of their hands on you would tighten and pull you closer towards them like they’re fighting over a toy. But honestly? Being their toy doesn’t sound bad. At all.

“Can…I make a deal with you both?”

Your voice stopped them both in their tracks, obviously not expecting an “all of the above” choice. The silence seemed to creep on forever as the two exchanged glances above you. 

“Damn, who knew you were this greedy?” Ya’otzin growled in your ear, his hot breath arousing you more than you’d like to admit. 

“Greedy, but a nice change of pace, isn’t it?”

Nevertheless, both figures grabbed onto your hands–Ya’otzin took your right, Zaessiel took your left. As if they’re in sync, they unfurled your fingers to expose your palms. As you watched in silent confusion, they both started tracing something onto your palms with their claws. 

Immediately, you felt the pain. 

One palm felt like there were a million piercing needles following Zaessiel’s claw, the sting making you tear up. The other felt like the skin would melt off of your palm–like a red hot iron branding you. You couldn’t even hide away from the new marks you bear, each wrist clasped tightly by both demons. 

You choked out a sob, but thankfully, the “claiming” ended soon enough. 

“You did so well, dear.” There was no real emotion behind Zaessiel’s words, yet he still bent down to kiss your tears away. You flinched at the cold, but the act did its job well enough to distract you from the pain. 

At the same time, you felt a hot tongue drag its way up your throat–you had to bite back a moan. Ya’otzin’s large hand traveled from your hips and wrapped itself around your thigh, engulfing it completely. 

“Fucking finally. There's only so much the starved can endure.”

His large hand moved your leg out of the way as Zaessiel hummed in agreement, grinding his thigh up against the tent forming in your pants. 

You had to bite your lip to keep noises in and lean against Ya’otzin to steady yourself, but that was in vain as again, your head spun and you found yourself splayed across your bed. Lightheaded from teleporting (?) so often, you only managed to prop yourself up on your elbows before your vision was overtaken by a sea of red.

You watched as Ya’otzin crawled onto your bed from the end by your feet, causing the bed to dip immensely, but you didn’t care if he fucking crushed your bed at this point. 

Fuck. The look he gave you as he pulled you towards him with a quick yank on your leg clouded your brain. You could feel the heat of his body over yours like a walking heater. You also noticed something glistening by the dark furs between his thick legs.

Holy shit.

Zaessiel didn’t want to be forgotten in this whole tango, no. After being pulled towards Ya’otzin, Zaessiel slipped behind you, pressing your back against his chest. Immediately, he gripped your chin again and tilted your head up to face him, and kissed you. 

Whatever his kiss is doing to you–you could feel your mind fog up. Your eyes rolled as you breathed him in, feeling his tongue prod against your lips. Slowly, gently. Too gentle for your liking, but it's leaving you wanting, chasing more.

You shivered, both from his cold tongue on your lips as well as his free hand traveling beneath your shirt, sharp claws tracing over your skin before tearing clothing off your body with ease. He took advantage of your gasp of surprise and slid his tongue into the cavern of your mouth, ice cold against your warmth as he tasted you. His teeth were also sharper than you expected. 

You could feel him grin as you moaned.

As if in a silent competition, Ya'otzin followed suit. He dragged his large claws over your clothed legs before ripping your pants apart, leaving just your now too-restrictive underwear. You barely felt the chill of your bedroom air on your legs before his weight pressed both you and Zaessiel deeper into the mattress. With the new weight pressing you closer, you could feel a bit of something press harder against your back. 

You whined when your kiss was broken by a hungry demon latching onto your throat.

“Aren't you aware it's not nice to interrupt those who are obviously enjoying themselves?”

Zaessiel's voice dripped with venom as he grabbed the horns of the other and yanked him off you, followed by Ya’otzin's angered growl. You could feel the bass of it vibrate through your bones. 

“Says the cunt who keeps hoggin’ him. He's both of ours whether you fucking like it or not.”

To emphasize his words, Ya'otzin aggressively grabbed your face, and stuck his own tongue down your throat. Compared to Zaessiel's, Ya'otzin's tongue was longer, thicker, and suffocatingly hot. 

You barely registered Zaessiel's hum of disapproval before he harshly grinded his palm against your ever-growing erection. The noise drawn out by the cold grasp on the tent in your briefs made you choke on the tongue that had you slackjawed. 

Despite your sputtering, neither party reduced their speeds. 

Seeing he can't really do much with the weight of both you and a beast pinning him into the mattress, he opted to play with your clothed cock to his heart's content. Slowly. You couldn't even move your hips to chase more either. 

Ya’otzin seemed to get bored of your mouth, moving onto sucking and chewing on any exposed skin like you're a chew-toy. His tusks and teeth were sharp–the demon definitely didn't seem to care. As far as you can tell, he's not drawing blood, but it hurt so damn good. 

All you could do is whine and plead as you're sandwiched between the two. A scream tore from your throat as Zaessiel finally slipped his hand under your boxers and started jerking your dick directly. He set an agonizingly slow pace, alternating between squeezing your base and tip to dragging his sharp claws along your length. 

God fucking damn. 

At the same time, Ya’otzin's maw found its way onto your nipples, teasing them between dangerous teeth. His clawed hands clamped onto your hip and legs, digging into your skin as he held you down, devouring you as he pleased. 

Everything was just too much. With one hand clasped around an icy wrist and the other around rough horns, you could only hold on for the ride. 

You felt yourself leaking more and more, getting closer and closer to snapping. Your moans and cries were getting louder by the minute as you pleaded for either of them to bring you over the edge. 

And of course, it doesn't happen. 

With a glare, the beast yanked the cold hand off of you, gripping your hips with possessiveness with his face dangerously close to your twitching cock. You felt Zaessiel’s chill intensify. 

“Now what is the point of all this?” Zaessiel spat. He was ignored. 

“What the fuuuuuck–I was so close-” you whined. Your hand around Ya'otzin’s horn strengthened its grip as you lifted his face up from your abdomen to face you, almost regretting being faced with the angered glare of the demon. A bit ashamed, you felt yourself twitch. 

“Don't get ahead of yourself, boy. Don't think you can just do whatever the fuck you want. And you–”

You watched as he harshly jabbed a finger into the chest of the demon behind you. You could only imagine the daggers he glared at his opposition. 

“Fucking cunt–only know how to end the night faster by making them cum over and over. You will not take that from me again.”

Punctuating his words, Ya’otzin sat back on his heels, his clawed feet tearing into your bedsheets, before roughly grabbing you and flipping you over. You only caught a glimpse before your world spun, but god damn. 

Ya’otzin's cock was like the rest of him–big. The thick shaft stood tall and you saw ridges. You almost choked on your saliva. 

Now facing Zaessiel, you were met with another incredible view. 

His cock was no less impressive–not as girthy but long, veiny, and incredibly wet, emerging from what seemed like a slit leaking with some sort of clear fluid. Subconsciously, your tongue darted out to wet your lips–you wanted to taste it. 

A harsh slap on your ass ripped you from your thoughts. You yelped, but the pain stung deliciously on your skin. Ya’otzin's claws were on your hips again, this time manhandling you onto all fours with Zaessiel’s dick pressing right up against your cheek. You felt a rough tail grip the base of your cock as Ya'otzin dragged his length between your cheeks, mind numbingly hot against your skin. 

“Again–there won't be a soul left to enjoy if you keep brutalizing them. It's not like the kid will crumble after coming once.”

Zaessiel’s cold words were directed to Ya'otzin, but you had a feeling he was making fun of you too. Not too sure what, but you're not complaining. 

“Unlike you, I actually enjoy the process of feeding.”

Ya’otzin scoffed before hitting you once again, then switching gears to circle a clawed finger around your hole. You shuddered. 

Meanwhile, Zaessiel ignored his companion's words and lifted your face again, insincerely cooing praises at you while he traced his claws along your jaw and over your lips. He stuck a thumb in your mouth and you instinctively circled your tongue around it and sucked. His content hums made your head swim. 

“Good boy. Now, how about you entertain something else.”

His praise went straight to your dick, feeling it twitch against the tail wrapped around your base like a cock ring. His thumb pulled out with a pop and a string of saliva, but it was quickly replaced with his own cold length tapping against your lips. 

You needed no convincing to get to work. 

A hand reached up to grab the base as your tongue swirled around his blunt tip like candy. Taking as much as you could in your mouth, your hand jerked whatever couldn't fit. Like how he’s been with you, you took your time–tracing your tongue over every vein you could feel. His soft moans only encouraged your efforts. 

Despite seemingly enjoying torturing you, Zaessiel was surprisingly impatient when it came to his own pleasure. As you slowly sucked him off, his claws crept their way along your scalp before he grabbed harshly onto your hair. The vibrations from your yelp around his cock resulted in a drawn-out groan from him, but he didn't give you time to savor it as he fucked up into your mouth. 

He was not nice. 

You could feel him hit the back of your throat over and over. Tears threatened to spill as you gagged and choked on his cock. Drool soaked your chin and dripped down his length, mixing with his own slick that's now pooling on your bedsheets. 

It doesn't matter though. You liked being used. 

Wanting to hear him moan louder, you managed to trace your fingers along his slit. The hand in your hair tightened and you felt him falter. Using that as an opportunity, you shoved your finger in.

Zaessiel bucked his hips hard, claws digging into your scalp as he held you inhumanely closer, dick sheathed entirely down your throat. You could barely see through your tears but you redoubled your efforts, adding more fingers, stretching his walls further. A perverted sense of pride blossomed as you felt his insides convulse around your fingers, numbed from the cold. 

If you continue to finger him open, you don't doubt that your fingers will fall off. It'll be worth it. 

Ya'otzin wasn't just sitting around watching your face get fucked, no. While you busied your mouth and fingers, he busied his. 

With your face buried into Zaessiel’s pelvis, you shuddered as you felt Ya'otzin's thick, ridged cock grind against your hole. You tried to press yourself against him further, but he held you in place. All you could muster was a whine. 

For a split second, you feared that he'll just spear into you unprepped–instead, the mattress shifted as he dipped. 

The heat of his cock disappeared from behind you but was promptly replaced by a thick glob of–what you can only assume–spit. You groaned around Zaessiel’s dick in your mouth as you felt the saliva drip between your cheeks and down your thighs. Large, rough hands grabbed onto your ass and spread it. 

You felt incredibly vulnerable. 

The moment Ya'otzin's hot tongue licked a stripe over your hole, Zaessiel gripped your hair once again and yanked you off of him, much to your dismay. 

You coughed and sputtered, throat raw from the near-constant abuse from the icy demon in front of you. Eyes bleary with drool dripping down your chin, you could only muster broken moans as Ya'otzin's tongue pushed past your ring of muscle. 

Neither demons gave you any time to rest. 

Harshly gripping your thighs and devouring you with fervor, Ya'otzin's tail tightened rhythmically around your leaking cock as you cried out in pleasure between Zaessiel’s legs. If not for the claws digging into your skin, you would've crumbled. 

Zaessiel still wasn't done with you though. Ripping you off his cock, his own fingers joined yours inside his slit, opening himself up further right under your nose. Lifting your chin again, he took the opportunity of your lips parting from your moans to stick those fingers down your mouth, making you lick them clean. 

Staring up at him, you could see his eyes, half-lidded and staring intently at you, making you shudder. With your foggy brain, you wanted to do well. Do better. 

Ya’otzin's tongue down your ass and claws roughly jerking you off made it so much harder though. 

You could tell he was deliberately avoiding your prostate, and with his tail still clamped at the base of your cock, he was en route to torture you as long as he physically could. Your whole body trembled from his touches, screaming out with a raw voice when you felt him stick a thick finger inside you, exploring your walls. 

Zaessiel watched the scene unfold, his own core throbbing as you moaned around his fingers. Pulling them out of you, he laced his fingers through your head again, this time guiding your face right up against his slit. 

Back to work you go. Happily. 

You buried your face against him again, licking up the slick and dipping your fingers in and out of him while you groaned from Ya’otzin's advances. Even when another finger was added, Zaessiel didn’t give you time to get used to it, pushing your face closer. You wrapped your arms around his thighs and like the good boy you are, started eating him out. 

At this point, your brain was holding onto what seemed like your last thread of consciousness, throat raw and aching, limbs numb, head swimming. You wanted to be brought over the edge, you pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Ya’otzin even made an effort to hit your prostate over and over, but you couldn't even cry out when Zaessiel pressed you firmly against his slit while he jerked himself off right beside your face. 

You're being thoroughly used, and you loved it. 

Your salvation seemed to be near. Ya'otzin deemed you stretched enough, removing both his tongue and fingers from your hole, grabbing you by the neck and ripping you off Zaessiel in the process. He shifted you upright, back pressed up against his chest. 

He sat back on his heels once more. 

You don't even have the strength to hold yourself up–if not for the claws around your neck and the fact that you're practically on Ya'otzin's lap, you'd be a puddle. 

Finally taking the time to breathe and gather yourself, you didn't even notice the two demons exchanging glances. 

“Look at you, this fucking dumb already,” Ya’otzin laughed, shaking your head around slightly. 

He then shifted you in his arms until his hands gripped your thighs, pressing them up against your chest. You had to reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. 

Heat crawled up your neck. This position left you very exposed. Looking down, you can finally get a good look at the numerous bruises, bites, and claw marks all over your body, and something standing very alert lined up underneath you. 

Zaessiel finally moved as well, now no longer pinned onto the mattress by Ya'otzin's weight. He positioned him in front of you, dick brushing against yours, making you hiss in pleasure. 

“Well, good boys don't need to be that smart, right dear?” Zaessiel cooed in your ear. 

You only managed a small nod before he captured your lips once more, making your eyes roll back and brain cloud up yet again. 

Ya’otzin took this chance to properly line up his own weeping cock against your hole, and in one fell swoop, buried himself to the hilt. Even Zaessiel’s kiss fogging up your brain couldn't stop your scream of pleasure. Once he was in, Ya'otzin did not stop. 

His claws dug deeper into the plush of your thighs as he bounced you, growling deeply in your ear. You felt tears forming again, with them rolling down your cheeks the moment Zaessiel’s hands returned to your length. The icy touch against your burning skin made you clench hard around Ya'otzin and he's loving it. 

Glaring at his fiery companion, Zaessiel grabbed onto your hips to steady you for just a second. Your voice was caught in your throat as he lined himself alongside Ya'otzin and pressed in, stretching you out like nothing has ever done before. 

Your mouth fell open, a hand grabbing onto Zaessiel’s shoulder, clenching, while you grounded yourself. You could see the way your hole swallowed them both. Zaessiel pressed on the bulge in your stomach, feeling themselves sheath into you. Your eyes rolled and your whole body trembled. 

In no time, they started moving again, chasing their own highs. 

Ya’otzin's balls slapped your skin repeatedly, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your tight walls deliciously. Zaessiel's thrusts were punctuated by the squelches of both his slicked slit kissing your hole and his hand feverishly jerking you off. Thankfully, the grip Ya'otzin's tail had on the base of your cock has loosened, allowing you to finally get the sweet release you've been yearning for. 

The heat, the chill, the grunts, the moans, the filthy, needy touches were overwhelming your senses.

You're so close. 

As the two continued to slam into your hole, gnaw at your skin and caress you in places that make you see stars, you broke. 

A strangled cry ripped from your throat and the strongest orgasm you've ever had crashed like waves over your body. Both demons stopped their onslaught for just a moment to savor the way you clenched around them as you came, watching your expression contort in pleasure while you sprayed your and Zaessiel’s abdomen with cum. 

All the nerves in your body tingled despite the fact that you no longer feel your legs, still in a death grip by Ya'otzin's claws. They surprisingly let you breathe after coming from your high. 

“Damn you came hard,” Ya'otzin's voice cut through the haze of your mind. You didn't know how to respond, but Zaessiel didn't give you the opportunity to anyway. 

“How adorable. But this greedy little hole must want more, right? Look at how it's still sucking us in.”

You didn't get to comprehend what Zaessiel was trying to convey before he picked up where he left off–thrusting into you once again with his hips slamming into yours. You tried to push against his shoulder, to get him to slow down, to let you breathe, but you were too weak. All you could do is sob. 

“W-wa-waaaaiiit i-it's too much–no more-”

All you were met with was Ya’otzin's cock slamming back into your hole as he watched the tears stream down your face, laughing at your pleas. 

“You really think we're going to stop fuckin’ just because you're done? Damn, greedy and selfish.”

In one swift motion, Ya’otzin pushed you and Zaessiel into the mattress again, both dicks still in you. Now laying on top of Zaessiel and straddling his hips, Ya'otzin towered behind you, claws pinning you against Zaessiel’s chest. This new position allows for both demons to fuck into you harder, and all you can do is hold on for the ride. 

Cold hands gripped your ass as Zaessiel thrusted into you again, bouncing you in his lap like you're his toy. Behind you, Ya'otzin grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it against your back, preventing you from moving as a harsh smack stung your ass again. He wasted no time in pounding your hole, this time with no intention of stopping for you. 

Your brain is no longer there–overwhelmed by the pleasure you're experiencing, you couldn't even tell what you're trying to mumble against the cold skin beneath you. Most likely, it's cries and pleas for them to not stop. You really are greedy. 

The way you're pinned against Zaessiel while the two fucked you into oblivion had your dripping cock grind deliciously against his abdomen, along with the pressure of the bulge from the two spearing into you. You feel yourself getting hard again. 

Even in your fucked, hazy state, you find yourself wondering what their cum would feel like in you. 

Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long. Both demons’ paces were faltering, becoming more erratic as time went on. Both pairs of claws dug into your skin, this time likely drawing blood–it's not like your mind's there to care anymore, anyway. 

Ya’otzin's growls and grunts became more drawn out, more guttural. With one last thrust, he buried himself inside you and came. Like the rest of him, his cum was hot. Zaessiel felt it too, hissing at the heat against his–still–icy body. 

He wasn't that far behind though. He was never as vocal as Ya’otzin, but with a loud cry, he grinded his hips against yours, and he came. His cum, of course, was cold. 

You paid no mind to the stark contrast in the temperatures inside you. Both of them came a lot, and the sensation of their thick cum filling you up and dripping out your hole brought you over the edge once again. 

You didn't even have the energy to cry out. Your cock sputtered and dribbled while your hole clenched around two again, whole body spasming. 

You're thoroughly spent. You're lightheaded, throat's dry, aching, bruised, but you're content. 

As you teetered on the verge of unconsciousness, you felt hands maneuver you onto your bed. You couldn't even discern who moved you. 

The moment your head hit the pillow, you passed out. 

[sooniebby]

(Smut Drabble) Bottom male reader who’s the son of a pastor. Your father takes in a boy, the son of a college buddy of his—to help teach him the right way of ‘God.’ If only he knew said boy was going to corrupt his only son.

Navarro Xuân Minh. His mother was from Vietnam while his father was from the Philippines. He had lived most of his life in Vietnam, away from any organized religion. His father had finally managed to persuade his mother to let Minh stay a summer in the Philippines.

Of course that meant his father wanted to (belatedly) try to instill some Catholic values into his son. Who was already twenty. Seemed utterly pointless. It was a little too late in your personal opinion but you didn’t say anything.

From the way Minh’s father described him, you expected a chain smoking delinquent. But when he arrived—he was relatively normal. He smoked and did have tattoos but he was nice… -ish.

When you first met him, you held out your hand, introducing yourself. “I’m (Name).”

Minh stared at your hand at first before grabbing. He squeezed it, eyes staring into yours as his lips pulled into a smirk. “Bạn là gu của mình.”

You were left confused. Especially because he said it so fast. If he had cussed you out at least you didn’t know. So you left it at that and moved about your business.

At first you assumed he probably didn’t speak Tagalog but then you came across him speaking it perfectly with your dad. Even perfect English. He was probably just messing with you then.

Anyway, your father took the whole “leading Minh to Christ” thing very seriously. Which made sense. He was particularly harsh with you when it came to never missing a day of church and attending every event he held. He simply held Minh to the same standard.

Minh however didn’t listen to your dad. At all really. He played nice. Meaning he never directly refused to your father’s face. His actions said everything. He showed up late to service—pushing the doors open that caused everyone to startle in their seats. Your father, mid sermon, only able to vaguely hide the twitch in his eyebrow as he continued on.

He didn’t pray. Didn’t even attempt to pretend that he would. Even at dinner when you, your mother and father said grace, Minh had already started eating. The first time it happened, your father was practically red in the face. You, however, stared at him in awe. Minh’s nonchalant disobedience was somehow more disruptive than if he was loud about it.

But it did upset you a little. Just a little. Mainly because you always had to deal with the consequences. Your father didn’t hit you or anything. Just ranted day and night whenever Minh wasn’t at the house. Listening to a pastor who was almost bald, yelling until he was red in the face, really,,, really wasn’t the best way to spend your time.

Though it wasn’t like you had anything outside of your family. It church, family, school, and photography. And even then most of your photography was used for church. Only a few times you were able to take pictures of things that you wanted.

Yesterday was one of those days. You were taking a few pictures of some stray cats that roamed around your neighborhood. Everyone fed them (mostly you and your mom) so they stayed in the area. It was a mom cat and six kittens. Your mom was still trying to trap the mom in order to spay her since she was a veterinarian.

You squatted down, taking a few close ups of the kittens playing around with each other. Your gaze focused solely on them when you noticed some water dripping down the driveway. You followed the source to see Minh standing beside a bucket of water.

His shirt was off. Drenched in water. He rung the shirt out, water dripping onto his sneakers. You blinked. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen shirtless boys before. Dudes play basketball shirtless all the time in your neighborhood. But somehow seeing Minh shirtless felt different.

The sweat dripping off his body. Bangs sticking to his forehead. He was wearing jeans despite the heat. It hung low on his waist. Giving a peak to his boxers. You didn’t realize what you were doing until you heard the familiar click of the camera. Your eyes widened as you quickly looked down at the kittens and took some more pictures of them.

A few days passed before you checked your camera. It was mostly filled with kittens before you came across the one picture you took of Minh. You gulped at the sight. The photo was hardly anything sensual but for you, it was a lot.

Sex wasn’t completely taboo. Your father did teach you about sex. Birds and bees. All that jazz so you weren’t dumb. But he never said sexual desires were particularly right. It happens but it should be fought against. Only if you had a partner.

And you were certainly not supposed to feel anything towards another man.

But you did.

And you masturbated that night to the picture of Minh.

You were embarrassed. Heavily so. It was hard to even look at Minh after what you did. But you thought you were going to be able to hide it. You were quite naive to think so. Minh read you like an open book. The first day you couldn’t look him in the eye, it was like he instantly knew.

Every night you masturbated to his picture. It had gotten to the point that Minh being near you made you tense. Not a bad tense. A tense in which your body felt… arousal. Which was a first. Really you thought you were broken. Never before did anything ever catch your attention.

But Minh did.

So you were into men apparently.

The new information practically killed you. There was no way your dad was going to be okay with it. Deciding that all you can really do is simply bury these feelings—Minh was only going to stay for the summer. You can survive the rest of the summer.

However you weren’t lucky at all.

The night you were ready to delete the photo and attempt to start a new—you found Minh in your bedroom. He sat on your bed, your camera in his hand, as he hummed to himself.

“(Name),” he said, his eyes looking up at you. “This is a good picture, why didn’t you share it with me?” A wide cruel smirk on his face.

“Minh, don’t…” you closed your bedroom door behind yourself. Eyes wide. “I’m sorry, that picture is… I was going to delete it. I swear.”

“Really? But it’s been in your camera roll for… oh, three weeks now.” Minh let out a laugh. “Does it take that long to delete a singular picture?”

You could only frown. There was no defending yourself.

Minh hummed. He placed your camera on the nightstand near your bed. He stood up, walking over to you. Your body moved back when he reached you. Back hitting the bedroom door. You were scared. A thousand thoughts flooding your head. Was he going to tell your dad? What would your dad do if he found out? You were screwed.

Only for Minh to grab your hand. You could only watch as he placed your hand right on his abs, lifting his shirt up with his free hand. His skin was warm. Almost hot to the touch. You’ve never touched another dude before. At least not right here. This wasn’t a simple touch.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, “the real thing is better, no?” Your breathing stuttered. You should’ve pulled away. Pushed him away. But you greedily began to touch his body. Hand slowly trailing down his lower stomach. Stopping right above his jeans.

You looked up at him.

“How far do you wanna go?”

“I…”

Minh leaned down slightly, his nose brushing against yours. He released his hold on your hand—allowing you to do whatever you pleased. His hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head. The tight grip holding you still. But it wasn’t like you wanted to move away.

“If you don’t pull away now, I’m not stopping.”

“Don’t…”

He kissed you hungrily. Hands gripping at your body. Minh pulled you close against him, not giving you a chance to pull away. You didn’t know what to do. He was your first kiss after all. All you could really do was relinquish control and let him kiss you.

You lost yourself in the kiss. Following him as he guided you to lay down on the couch. His hands fiddled with your shorts, tugging them off without hesitation. You pulled away from the kiss and tried to cover your lower half just as he attempted to pull off your boxers.

“Wait…”

Minh only grinned. “I already said I wasn’t going to stop once I started.” He said, pushing away your hands. “Masturbating all by yourself is no fun. Especially when you had me right next door.” His hand gripped your boxers, your hips twitching. Slowly, he began pulling it down. You watched with a bated breath…

When your bedroom door opened.

And your mother was staring at you both in shock.

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[calebunny]

Valko loves overpowering you.

It happened the first time he play-fought with you.

Looking at you pinned beneath him, his large hand splayed over your tummy to hold you down, his dick twitched alive.

And it took him almost all his willpower to not fuck you into the floor right then.

Then there was the time you tried riding him. Your thighs burned until your movements turned slow and sluggish, unable to keep the pace. 

Valko grew impatient enough to plant two hands on your waist and start moving your body himself, using you on his cock. It stirred him further, the fact that he could so easily pick you up and take you like a fuckdoll. 

He drove himself insane when it came to manhandling you, putting you in all sorts of positions, holding you in place, lifting you up, and his personal favorite- fucking you from behind with a firm arm hooked around your throat, keeping you in a chokehold. 

It was something about you trusting him, he realized. Despite being so much smaller than he was, and the fact that he could ruin you if he really wanted to, you still looked up at him with nothing but trust in your eyes and let him take care of you.

[leighsartworks216]

No brain, but having a purely friends with benefits relationship with Sylus (or maybe just completely sexual) and somehow husband/wife roleplay comes up and it just. Breaks everything inside of you. Because when he says "my wife" in that pretty, low rasp, you wish it could be true...

[snoozer-crow]

and when he calls you his husband/wife while he's balls deep inside you, you suddenly cum out of nowhere. sylus quickly follows, swearing under his breath as you clench harder around him than you ever have before. but when he tries to pull out in the afterglow, you let out the most pathetic whimper that's ever left your lips as you hiccup and softly sob against his shoulder. you beg him not to leave, and he obliges, holding you close and soothing you gently. he keeps you warm and safe and held, the threat of your persistent loneliness now further back on the horizon.

and maybe you doze off there in his arms. he cleans you up so carefully before tucking you into his bed, but when he tries to pull away to get some work done, you let out that awful, heartbreaking sound again. you grasp his wrist, half asleep, pleading using all of the faculties you have available in that state to try and persuade him to stay. of course he agrees. how could he leave you alone after all of that? you sleep nestled against his chest, feeling truly safe for the first time in years.

idk i feel like the subdrop after that would be so awful AKJBFHDS like you come down from that high and you realize none of it is real and the man of your dreams was just playing a role and everything crumbles around you...,,,,jhjfjbfff,,,

[leighsartworks216]

Omgomgomg I just woke up but yes to EVERYTHING and now I have more thoughts

Imagine it starts on a mission. You're both dressed to the nines at some Gala or auction or something. You're trying to get some info for the Association, Sylus is taking care of some business

At some point, you're both separated. Which is fine, until someone starts bothering you. Because what should have been a quick conversation is very quickly devolved into a pest that won't leave you alone, asking you a million questions about why you're there and if you wanna dance or if you're gonna buy anything. It's suffocating. Not to mention, it's impeding your job. But you can't get away, and you can't just attack them

You're looking over their shoulder for Sylus, for an escape, anything. When the familiar presence of his body comes sliding in beside you, hand immediately wrapping around your waist to pull you just that little bit closer. You can tell he's got that look in his eye, burning with intimidation and silent threat, as he says a low, "Who's this, sweetie?"

And maybe you want to mess with Sylus for just a smidge of entertainment after that shitshow. Maybe you just really wanted this leech to go away indefinitely. Whatever the reason, you half-assedly introduce them, and then say, "I'm sure you've heard of my husband, yes?"

That scares them off easily. Sylus chuckles low as he returns the title ("I was looking for you, wife/husband") and the night continues without a hitch...

But then it comes up right after. Finishing an intel hunt like that always feels good, like a high of accomplishment. It's no wonder you find yourself tumbling into his bed to celebrate. You're the one who brings it up, saying, "Thank you for rescuing me tonight, husband."

And his eye is glowing already. He smirks, leaning over you, ghosting lips together, teasing that of course he will always come to you when you need him most, "my husband/wife"

The room feels different this time. The air is charged with something strange. A tension that isn't resolved even after you whimper the name against his lips and tremble with pleasure, nor when Sylus groans and thrusts only two more times before he's finishing, laying his body over yours and tucking his face in your neck

Nor in the aftermath, when he calls you "kitten", and the illusion is shattered...

Of course he stays when you begin to cry. Of course he holds you for as long as you need. Of course this tears him up inside just as much as you...

[snoozer-crow]

OUUGHBFGFJKSFJJHKJLAAA THIS IS SO PEAK YOUR WRITING IS ALWAYS SO PEAK

gawd gawd forgive me for making this gay but i feel like the concept could be pushed even further if it was gay DFKJSF

Imagine there's been tension between the two of you, but just toeing the line that leaves you wondering whether it's just a game for him or genuine feelings. You don't know if he's into men. You don't know if he knows that you're into men.

Maybe you're just oblivious, or maybe you're inexperienced and unsure whether Sylus just sees you as a good friend or he's insinuating at more. Either way, you've been nursing this crush since you first met him. (Sylus is waiting for you to come to him, enjoying the show. The hesitance and flustered yearning on your face when you stumble over your words is very entertaining to him.)

You're at the auction and you've got a couple drinks in you, and this person that approached you just won't take the hint that you're trying to get out of the conversation. Timely as always, Sylus smoothly slides in to help, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

In an impulsive move fueled by the liquid courage in your veins, you decide to finally push that shaky line as hard as you can, and refer to Sylus as your husband.

You can see his eyes widen just a tad, and part of you is satisfied at getting one over on him, until he easily returns the title with a raised brow and a kiss to your cheek. The heat in your face can't be blamed on the alcohol as you try to pretend that you're unaffected.

This gala happened to take you abroad, so after it's all over, you return to your shared hotel room. It's the penthouse suite, of course, so you could easily retire to your own room, but you don't. You follow him into his, and he doesn't stop you. The alcohol has mostly worn off by now.

The two of you end up sitting on his bed, much closer than you've ever been before, when you finally decide to take the initiative. You lean closer, your heart pounding in your chest and your hands trembling as your nose grazes his jawline.

"Thank you for rescuing me tonight, husband."

You're unable to hide the earnest pleading in your gaze as you meet his eyes, one of them beginning to faintly glow. "Will you allow me to repay you?" Your breath brushes his lips as you hesitate, waiting for his permission.

"I would love nothing more, my husband."

Your lips connect for the first time, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair and desperately pulling him closer as if you're afraid that reality will swipe this chance away from you. He groans into your mouth, his hands finding their way to your waist and the center of your back to pull you even closer, just as hungry.

There isn't any penetration other than his fingers, not just yet, Sylus wouldn't want to push a boundary like that so soon. (And tbh who knows if he'd even fit inside you yet haha) You both finish, though, and him all over your chest and stomach, possessive in his urge to claim all of you as his.

He takes such excellent care of you in the afterglow, holding you for a long, long while before lifting your shaky legged body with ease and cradling you against his chest to keep you warm as he takes you to the bathroom to clean up.

As he's wiping you down with a hot washcloth, his movements so careful and gentle and full of affection, he calls you sweetie again. And you finally break, sitting on the side of the tub, hiccupping out weak little sobs as you hide your face in his shoulder.

He takes you back in his arms and carries you to bed, holding you close underneath the covers and wrapping your smaller body up in his own. When you beg him to stay, for him to take you as his instead of letting things go back to the way they were, he promises you he will. He promises you'll never be so alone, not ever again.

And once you're asleep, tucked safely against him, he promises in a whisper that someday, he'll be calling you his husband again, beneath an altar. That he'll give you everything you deserve and more.

[leighsartworks216]

PLEASEEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT GAY I NEEDED THIS FUUUUUUUUCK AHHHHHHH

Just imagining the pain on his face that you refuse to look at as you start sobbing. As you cling to him, like you would rip through his skin and bury yourself under his ribs if you could. Begging through broken whimpers and sticky cries for this not to end. For this to stay even after you wake up. For things to please, gods please, change from what they have been for so long

The way he stays awake much longer than you. Cradling you to his chest to tightly, like he could help squeeze you into the cavity of his soul if you'd let him. Listening to the sobs die into hiccups, and then soft, shaky breaths. Kissing your head, hoping you have pleasant dreams despite the pain, and making that promise

When you wake up, you're so warm. Bleary as you figure out where the hell you are, wrapped up in Sylus's hold in a hotel, in his bed. Your eyes are raw and sensitive as you slowly pull back to look up at him. Feeling eyes on him, he wakes up, meeting your eyes immediately

Your throat is dry. You don't know what to say. Don't know what's going to happen now as sunlight streams in through the windows

The corner of Sylus's mouth quirks up just a tick. His hand comes to cradle your cheek, fingers so long they wrap around the back of your neck, combing through your hair so gently...

Your breath catches as he leans down and kisses you. It steals the fear from you. Takes all your worries and swallows them down with a gentle brush of his tongue. He pulls away slow, savoring every last second. "Good morning, sweetie..." he breathes. "I'm still here..."

[snoozer-crow]

UEUEUEUEEE AHHHH HE'S SO SWEET IM GONNA CRYYYYY!!!!! AND HIS BIG HANDS OUGHGHOGIBHFHSD IM SO WEAK FOR HIS BIG HANDS !!!!!!!!!! he cares so much im actually. ueueueee,,,, hic,,,hic.,,,, its not fair its not fair its not its not..!!!!!

Sylus being hit with the realization that the waiting game he was playing wasn't just a game to you. That all of this was affecting you more than he ever could have known, and you never found it fun and playful like he did. You were hurting badly and he should have seen that long ago.

The pain that accompanies that realization that he can't hide from his expression, the guilty relief he feels when you hide your face to sob, knowing that you won't see him hurting too. How badly he wishes he could apologize to you, but the words just won't leave his throat.

And after he soothes you to sleep, he stays awake for hours, gazing down at your smaller body nestled against his larger one. The longing he, too, had been hiding from for all this time, thrust into his awareness all at once by finally having it sated. His soul now more complete than it has been for his entire life.

He kisses your forehead and runs his fingers through your soft hair, feeling you cling to him even while you sleep. Feeling the physical manifestation of your unconscious desire to have him close and keep him there. Something deep inside your soul telling you that what you have is precious, and to never let it go now that you finally have it in your grasp.

Rather than atone for his carelessness with flimsy words, he resolves to care for you in a way you never have been before. To fulfill every craving you've ever felt and more. To treasure every smile you grant him. To leave you wanting for nothing. To make sure that you feel a spark of joy every single day from now on.

When he wakes that morning and meets your gaze, he finds anxious anticipation there, and knows that part of you is telling yourself it was all just a fluke or a dream. He feels those worries melt away beneath his tongue as he pulls you in for a deep, tender kiss, met with the taste of your desire finally satisfied.

"I'm still here." I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours.

[moonlightengel]

Rendered @f-tality0 's sketch of Sukuna :D

(Kicked my ass a bit)

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

w.c › 4.1k

warnings › Bottom male reader. Reader last name is Chen. This an OC.

plot › Your best friend confesses that he’s loved you for years but you turn him down. In an effort to keep the friendship, you tell him he can ask for something from you. What he wants is to take your virginity.

kinks › manhandling, creampie, dubious consent, overstimulation

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You and Huang Xinghui have been friends since middle school. Basically growing up with each other. He was your first real friend and you both shared a sort of secret relationship that others couldn’t understand.

Though everyone around you kept telling you that Xinghui was in love with you.

The idea seemed ludicrous. Even when it was said to you at your all boys high school. Xinghui not having a girlfriend made perfect sense to you then because what girls would he talk to? You both spent time together so you knew his schedule perfectly.

Class, dorm room, lunch or dinner, and then his piano lessons. That’s about it. So you were a bit confused why the boys at your school kept teasing that he was your boyfriend. Not that there was anything wrong for boys to date… but you and Xinghui?

They were making things up.

Even when you finally graduated and were heading to university, you and Xinghui somehow managed to be dormmates. You were excited at the idea of being with someone you were already so comfortable with. Your mom had something else to say though.

“Just don’t cause too many issues for your next door neighbors. The walls aren’t thick y’know.”

“What do you mean? I make sure to keep my voice down while gaming.” You said as you packed up your gaming console to take to the university. Your back was turned to your mom so you couldn’t see the face she made.

She sighed. “(Name), I mean don’t have sex without taking into consideration your neighbors. I trust you and Xinghui are smarter than that.”

“What–?” You turned to face her, feeling your face warm up. “Who–? Why–? Who would I even be having sex with? I’m a proud virgin!” Your words tumbled out fast as you clutched your gaming console to your chest. “I’m saving it, yknow?”

“Right.” She muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Well my point still stands even if you don’t go all the way.”

“Ma, me and Xinghui are just friends.”

“Sure.” She patted your shoulder before continuing on with helping you pack.

“Isn’t it weird? My mom thought we were dating!” You sat down on the small couch in the center of the room. It was a semi large one. Xinghui’s bed was pressed against the back wall, his desk right beside it in front of the large window. While your bed was on the left wall—a high rise bed with your desk underneath it.

All things considered the room was a great size for the both of you.

Xinghui broke down one of the boxes he used to hold some of his things. The couch was facing the wall across from his bed so you couldn’t see his face. He didn’t respond at first. You were about to repeat yourself thinking he didn’t hear you when he finally did.

“My parents think so too.”

“What? Well what did you tell them?” You turned back to face him, watching as he placed the deconstructed box underneath his bed. His back still facing you.

“Mhm.” Was he said. You frowned and watched as he continued unpacking. Xinghui was a man of few words anyway so you weren’t too shocked whenever he didn’t answer a question of yours. You usually figured out what he meant by yourself anyway.

Huang Xinghui was a handsome guy but his personality of keeping silent when spoken to made him a bit hard to build relationships with. He had ‘cold’ eyes according to everyone else but you thought his eyes were quite lively. They spoke for him most of the time. Through his eyes you’d understand exactly what he was feeling or thinking.

So he had gotten into the habit of looking away.

You watched Xinghui continue unpacking–taking in his newish style. Now that you both didn’t need to wear uniforms anymore, you’d get to see him in regular clothing at school. He had a darker aesthetic. The only bright part about him was the small section of dyed blond hair from his bangs.

“What do you want for dinner?” Xinghui plugged in his phone to charge before finally turning over to face you. His face was neutral. When you looked him in the eye, you knew you missed your chance to read what he was feeling earlier.

A huff left you. Cheeky bastard.

“There’s a popular chicken place nearby. I heard they make great fried chicken.” You grinned. “It’s Saturday tomorrow so…” you wiggled your eyebrows, letting your words trail off.

Xinghui only shook his head.

After about two beers and an entire box of chicken fully devoured, you were stuffed. The laptop in front of you on the coffee table was playing some random movie you don’t remember choosing. It looked to be a horror movie though. You yawned and stretched out on the couch, almost slipping off.

Others would find eating chicken and drinking beer without talking, only the movie being the source of sound, to be uncomfortable. But you were used to sitting with your thoughts when it came to Xinghui. It was usually without any type of noise half the time.

So movies were welcomed.

You glanced over at Xinghui, wanting to ask if he remembered what movie this was when you noticed he was already staring at you. “Xinghui?” You blink and give him a slight smile. He was holding another beer in his hand but it was beginning to slip from his grasp. How many did he drink?

“Xinghui?” You reached over and grabbed the near empty bottle. When placing it with the other finished beer bottles, you realized there were over four other bottles next to your two. Your eyes widened slightly but you shook your head. It wasn’t the strangest thing–sometimes Xinghui drinks more than you.

A lot more.

Five in one night seemed excessive. You looked back at him only to flinch. He was closer, much closer. His nose brushed against yours and you couldn’t help but giggle at first. You blinked excessively at his long overgrown bangs teasing your cheeks. His breath smelled exactly like the cheap beer he bought.

“You ok?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Xinghui hummed. “After two beers, you fell asleep for a few minutes.” He said.

“I did?” You tried thinking back but couldn’t really remember that. You were a lightweight but you didn’t think you were that much of a lightweight. “Sorry, I think the whole moving in tired me out.” You yawned.

“Mhm.”

“Let’s just head to bed, we can clean up in the morning.” You said, glancing at the mess on the coffee table. It wasn’t much but with you being so sleepy it felt like a whole mountain of work.

“(Name).”

“Hm?”

“I wanna kiss you.”

“What–?”

Suddenly you felt lips pressed against yours.

Huang Xinghui liked you.

For a while now apparently. Everyone was right. Perhaps you were the only one who was dumb enough to not realize it. But was it that strange to believe that your friend since forever was just that? A friend?

He had kissed you.

Three weeks ago.

And everything has been awkward ever since. For the first time in your life, Xinghui was avoiding you. That kiss changed everything. You remember not even kissing him back. Just staring straight at him—trying to understand what was happening.

When he pulled away and walked to his bedroom. Slamming the door shut.

The next day you tried to talk to him like normal but he ignored you. Pointedly so. Then he started making sure he practically never came across you. It was a feat. You wondered how he managed to never be home when you were home. Making sure you never crossed paths on campus.

You were miserable.

University wasn’t supposed to push you and Xinghui apart. It wasn’t like you even refused him. Even if you didn’t see him that way. He was a part of your life and you could never imagine one without him. You didn’t even have any other friends beside him.

Something your mom had constantly criticized. You always pushed those critiques away. Now you realized why she had them. You were essentially all alone without Xinghui. It was lonely.

Almost four weeks passed when you decided you couldn’t take it anymore.

Luckily you knew Xinghui’s schedule. He had told you before classes started. So in an effort to save your (only) friendship—you skipped class and waited outside his first class of the day. Ancient Chinese medicine.

A few minutes passed before Xinghui left the classroom, head down as he scrolled on his phone. You quickly jumped up from your waiting spot against the wall and sprinted over to him. Xinghui didn’t look up at first. His eyes narrowing at his phone before he seemed to finally feel your presence.

His eyes flickered over to you.

He quickly sprinted away without a word.

“Bastard.” You cursed to yourself as you followed after him. Xinghui was heading to his next class. Chemistry if you remember correctly. He was already sitting at a spot in the back of the room, right near the window. You entered the classroom without any hesitation and plopped down beside him.

“You can’t sit here.” Xinghui simply said.

“Why not?”

“It’s his seat.”

You glanced over to see a student walking over with a confused expression.

“Uh, are you a new student?” The guy asked. “This is my seat.”

“No,” you reached over and grabbed Xinghui’s arm, tugging him close to you. Xinghui stared at you with a shocked expression. “I’m trying to make things right with my friend but he’s been ignoring me. So I’m following him everywhere until he notices me.”

“Oh…”

“Can you cheer me on, Ge?” You pouted. Xinghui tried pulling his hand free but you only tightened your grip, resting your head on his shoulder.

The guy only shook his head. “It’s too early for this… good luck,” he sat down in the empty chair beside you.

You gave him a grateful smile before turning your attention to Xinghui. He was looking straight ahead. Jaw tightened. He tried once more to tug his hand free but you tightened your octopus-like grip on him.

“What do you want for dinner? We haven’t had dinner together in a while.” You asked.

He didn’t respond. Even as class went on, the professor seemingly paid you no mind—Xinghui’s jaw was tense the entire time. His gaze straight ahead. Fingers gripping tightly on his pen as he took notes.

Class ended. Xinghui made another attempt to pull his arm free that was met with resistance once again.

People began to file out of the classroom. You knew Xinghui didn’t have any more classes after this so he wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere. Xinghui didn’t move a second until the classroom was completely empty. He turned to face you.

His expression almost made you flinch. Never in your entire life had he ever looked at you like this. With such… anger. Contempt even. Why was he so angry? It wasn’t like you did anything.

“Are you finding this funny?” He whispered. His free hand reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. The pain caused you to wince and unintentionally release his arm. He pulled himself free and quickly stood up.

You stood up as well. “Funny? Nothing is funny right now, Xinghui. I’m confused about what happened to us.”

“Why are you confused? I confessed. You rejected me. There’s nothing else left to say.”

“So that means you’re going to throw away our friendship?”

“(Name), how dumb are you?”

You bristled at his tone.

“I never viewed you as a friend.” Xinghui’s words shook you to your core. But he continued on. “I loved you. And if you don’t want to date me, then why should I hurt myself and force a friendship I don’t care about?”

“Don’t… care about?”

Xinghui simply scoffed. “Once the lease is over, I’ll move out. You should make sure you find a roommate before then.”

Move out?

He’s going to leave you.

Permanently?

Xinghui grabbed his bag and moved to walk away but you quickly grabbed his arm. He tried tugging himself free. “What—?”

“No way! I don’t want you to ever leave my life.”

“Are you insane? Just how selfish are you to force me to still be your friend when I said I don’t want to be.”

Your lips pulled into a thin line. “If that’s selfish, then I don’t care. You can be selfish too in return.”

“How—?”

“You can ask for anything from me. Anything you want, I can’t refuse. Just…” your throat felt tight. Eyes beginning to burn. “Just continue being my friend. Please.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“Anything?” He whispered.

“Mhm.”

Xinghui stared at you. His eyes unreadable. It wasn’t an expression that you had seen before. He didn’t feel like your friend anymore.

“I wanna fuck you.”

There was no reason for why you were still a virgin. You never really dated. Never seeing the point. Xinghui was all you really needed. He was always there so you never saw the purpose in pursuing any connection outside of him.

Maybe that’s why you allowed for this to happen.

The reason why you would do anything to keep Xinghui in your life.

Why you were currently bent over the couch, getting fucked by Xinghui. There was no build up. No easing you into anything. You both walked home without saying a thing. The only sound being the door closing shut behind you. Xinghui had pushed you into the couch, pulling your pants down, and spitting into his hand.

He was nice enough to finger you open. It burned. Not a pleasant feeling really. He didn’t waste a moment before pushing inside of you. Officially taking your virginity. You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping tightly at the couch cushion as his hips slammed forward against your ass.

His cock stretched you full. Nothing in common with his fingers. It hardly prepared you for how big he was. You could feel his cock against your warm walls. The drag of his cock as he kept a fast consistent pace. He didn’t say a word.

It almost felt clinical.

But even then, you were a little glad he was your first. At least it went to someone you cared for. Just as fast as it started—it was over. Xinghui pulled out. Warm sticky cum dripped onto your lower back.

The sound of a zipper and rustling of jeans. That’s all you heard before footsteps pattering down the hallway.

You were all alone.

Everything went back to normal.

Or at least, you pretend it did. The next day Xinghui was in the kitchen. He almost looked shocked to see you. His eyes watching your every move. It felt like he was expecting you to be angry or something.

But why would you be?

You smiled at him, “did you eat breakfast yet? I’m gonna scramble some eggs.” He only stared at you as if you had grown two heads.

Things continued on like nothing even happened. Only for you though. You spoke to Xinghui as if the whole situation never happened. Not even that you had moved passed it. Xinghui, however, was struggling to do the same. You could tell.

He wasn’t normal like usual. His posture tense whenever you touched him. As if you were going to hit him. Which confused you. Why would you ever hurt him? Almost a month passed like this. You interacting with him like normal. While Xinghui grew confused by the day.

But it seemed he had a breaking point.

Your mom had stopped by to drop off some food. She could tell something was wrong.

“Are you… two okay?” She asked, just as she was ready to leave. Her eyes flickering between the both of you. “I know living together can raise problems but I hope you talk things out.” Her gaze pointedly turned to Xinghui.

“Mhm? We’re good! Great even.” You laughed, waving your mom’s worries off like it was unfounded. She hesitated but soon nodded her head. Deciding there was no purpose in prying. You waved her goodbye and closed the door behind her.

“We’re good?” Xinghui suddenly spoke.

You looked back at him. “Hm?”

“We’re ‘good?’ What are you talking about? We haven’t been good in almost three months.”

“What do you mean?”

“What—? (Name), haven’t you noticed the tension between us?” His eyes were wide. Perhaps the first time in awhile that you could see emotions in them that weren’t confusion. It was filled with hurt. “I… I took something from you in anger. I hurt you on purpose because I wanted to get back at you for rejecting me. Why haven’t you noticed that?”

You blinked.

A small smile formed on your lips. “Why are you acting like I didn’t know that?”

“Huh?”

You stepped forward. Hands reaching out as you grabbed Xinghui’s. His hands were bigger than yours. It had been forever since you touched him. A giddy laugh left you. “I know you did that to hurt me.” You looked up at him. “I don’t care. I asked for it. I wanted it. Anything to keep you with me.”

Xinghui stared at you. Really stared at you. He looked as if he was trying to comprehend what you were saying. Realizing just… how devoted you were to this ‘friendship’ with him. “They were right.” He whispered to himself.

“Who?”

He shook his head, “you want me in your life?”

“Yes.”

“Only me?”

“….yes.” You squeezed his hands. “No one else matters. No one can ever compare to you.”

Xinghui freed his hands. He reached over and gripped the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin as he tugged you forward. “Then I can do whatever I want?”

“Mhm,” you let out a breathy laugh, lips parting into a smile. “Please. Anything to keep you in my life.”

A pained expression flickered on Xinghui’s face but it was gone before you could question it. He pulled you forward and captured your lips into a sneering kiss. It was the first time he’s kissed since that night.

This one was different. While the one that night was soft, almost nervous—this one was hungry. Xinghui knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was you.

You being his.

His free hand gripped pants, popping the button open. He pushed you back against the door. Your body banging against it from the force. Pain briefly shot through your back but his kiss distracted you from verbally out any pain. You struggled on what to do with your hands. They pressed against the door before you hesitantly reached out and placed them on Xinghui’s shoulders.

He swallowed every moan and whimper you let out into the kiss. His hand slipped into your boxers, grabbing a handful of your ass. Everything felt… different this time. It didn’t feel mechanical. This time you could really feel the hungry Xinghui felt for you.

He kissed you like he wanted to eat you. Your back arched off the door, eyes squeezing shut as you felt fingers tease your asshole. They were dry and unable to push in due to resistance. You finally pulled away from the kiss—needing to breathe.

You buried your face into Xinghui’s shoulders. Legs twitching. Xinghui didn’t say much. But that didn’t shock you. He was never much of a talker. The sound of him spitting caused you to flinch. Newly wet fingers pressed against your hole once more.

Like before he didn’t waste a second before slipping in two fingers. The stretch earned a pained gasp from you. However he was more gentle this time. His fingers slowly stretching you. Properly preparing you. A graze against a certain area caused you to moan. Pleasure shooting through your veins.

“What was that…?” You muttered into his shoulder. Xinghui didn’t answer. His free hand tightened its grip on your waist, stabilizing you.

He continued to stretch you. Occasionally brushing against the little spot that made you whimper. Your toes curled. Hands gripping tightly at his shoulders. Your cock dripped pre-cum onto the ground.

That was different as well.

Your body was actually reacting this time around.

Xinghui suddenly flipped you around, pressing your face right into the door. One hand held the back of your head while the other gripped your waist. You shuddered at his forcefulness. Hands uselessly gripping at the door.

“Are you going to wear a condom this time?” You whispered.

“Why should I? I’ll be the only man who gets to fuck you anyway.”

You didn’t know why your cock twitched at his words.

Xinghui wasn’t slow. Perhaps deciding he was kind enough to properly stretch you out. He thrust his cock inside of you without warning. A loud cry leaving you at the sudden action. His hand tightened its grip on your waist to keep you still.

His hips slammed into your ass. The sound of skin slapping together filled the hallway. Short quick moans left you in tandem with his thrusts. Your eyes were threatening to roll back. It was hard for you to even keep your body up.

If Xinghui wasn’t holding you up, you were sure you would’ve fallen down by now.

Only a second later and you felt your stomach tighten. A pain whimper leaving you as you came. Cum dripped onto the floor but Xinghui didn’t let up. In fact you felt as if his thrusts had gotten faster. More brutal.

“Xinghui, s…slow down.” You reached back to grab his hand on your waist. But he only picked up the pace. The silence you got in return made you whimper in response. He was chasing his own release. Uncaring of the overstimulation he was causing you.

It felt like forever. His thrusts pushing you further into the door. Neighbors would certainly complain about the noise in the morning. Your moans were louder as well. Cock hard once more, ready to cum again.

Another particularly hard thrust, he pulled your hips back, ass flushed against his hips—cum releasing inside you. Your legs twitched. Fingers pressed against the door as your cock came again as well. More watery than the first orgasm. Hot cum filled you inside. It felt gross but also oddly comforting.

Xinghui was really a part of you. Deep inside.

You sighed. At least now you could go relax and take a shower. You tried pushing yourself off the door when Xinghui forced you back against it. His body pressed against your own. Lips brushing against the tip of your ear.

“You want me to stay with you forever, yea?” He whispered.

“Yes…”

Hands slowly reached underneath your shirt. His hands felt hot against your skin. Gripping possessively at your body.

“Then I’ll need to have access to you.”

“Access?”

“Yes.” He shifted his hips. The drag of his cock against your sensitive walls earned a small gasp from you. “I’ll continue being your friend…. And you’ll let me fuck you whenever I want. Can you handle that?”

You glanced back at him. Eyes wide.

A smile formed on your lips.

“Yea, I can handle it.”

Xinghui was always told by others that you had a weird obsession over him. He didn’t see it. At least it didn’t really bother him back then. It didn’t seem serious. You just didn’t have any other friends and well neither did he really. None of them compared to you.

He had fallen for you but he knew deep down you didn’t feel the same.

But he was over it that night. He couldn’t take it anymore and just kissed you. When he pulled away he didn’t expect the look you had given him. One completely devoid of any emotion.

Just… blank.

Like you couldn’t even comprehend what he had just done. Like he genuinely ruined you. He hadn’t realized just how attached you were to him as a friend.

It angered him.

When it really should’ve worried him that you were this devoted to him. In a messed up way he wished your devotion was out of love. Not friendship.

He tried pushing you away. Even went as far as to take your virginity, believing you’d snap and kick him out. But you didn’t. You just… pretended everything was fine.

And in a way he tried to do the same but when you had lied to your mother he snapped. When presented with the reality that you were genuinely not okay. That your friendship with him had seemed to mess with your psyche—he should’ve nipped it in the bud. Should’ve called your mom and insist she take you to therapy… something.

He was happy to keep you as his.

With time he could always get you to fall in love with him.

You both only wanted the other even if the way you wanted each other wasn’t equal.

It was only you and him.

And it was going to stay that way.

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hay cosas que se tatúan sin tinta | sylus x zayne

Zayne had tried to keep things discreet. Sylus, however, is far more shameless.

3.1k; tagged top!sylus/bottom!zayne, established relationship, relationship reveal, fluff & smut, ft. adorable mc ><

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excerpt; “I'm sorry, who is your ‘beloved’?”

“Oh. What a conniving man. He hasn’t told you about me? No wonder you hadn’t mentioned him to me before. I’d hate to ruin whatever attempt he is making on you, kitten. But if you must know, it’s your primary care physician.”

Even with his position and the duties that came along with it, there would be some afternoons from time to time where Sylus was able to take it easy. To lounge around the expanse of his darkly-decorated home, or do whatever else he pleased. However, she was currently staying with him as a semi-reluctant houseguest while he helped her in a still-shaky alliance to complete her business in the N109 zone. As such, she was gracing him with her presence on a rare free Friday, tapping away on a tablet doing research as he sat with her doing maintenance to some of his choice weapons.

While their first meeting was lukewarm at best (and hostile at worst), they’ve achieved a sort of friendly dynamic over the time that they’ve been acquainted with one another. She reacts positively to his teasing quips these days, and responds with a witty jab or two in return. It's great, and he can say now that he thoroughly enjoys spending time with her. He likes to think that she reciprocates the feeling as well.

So, sitting in silence while she does her thing can be a bit boring. Especially when he’s free to have some fun with her.

He breaks the comfortable silence with a question. “When will you be done with that?” She looks up. “The weather today is less volatile than usual. Perfect for a joyride around the city.”

She scoffs, and goes back to looking at her tablet. “Sorry, this is urgent.”

Sylus wouldn’t admit it, but her response makes him pout. Just a little. “You’re no fun.”

She sighs. “I still have a job to do, Sylus. I’m sorry for not living up to your expectations.”

“None of that. I just thought we could go on a little date,” Sylus says, but his tone turns serious as he switches to a more mature, assuring tone. He won’t have her feeling insecure. “I understand that you take your work seriously, and that’s very admirable. I love quality time with you, sweetie, so I just had to ask.”

She flushes a pretty shade of pink. He continues, “Even if I didn't know you, my beloved often spoke highly of you during the early days of our relationship.”

He stares at her, a soft and gentle expression on his face. Like he didn't just drop a huge, unexpected piece of personal information. Her mouth gapes open like a fish.

“Your—”

“I used to get quite jealous before I knew he was talking about you,” he chuckles. “I definitely understand him better now.”

“I'm sorry, who is your ‘beloved’?”

He pauses. Then, a sinister smile grows on his face as he realizes. “Oh. What a conniving man. He hasn’t told you about me?” He puts the pistol that he was polishing down onto the coffee table in front of him and crosses his arms as he leans back into the black leather couch. “No wonder you hadn’t mentioned him to me before. I’d hate to ruin whatever attempt he is making on you, kitten. But if you must know, it’s your primary care physician.”

She pauses. Another bomb dropped. Her eyes widen as she slowly processes his words.

“Zayne?” That’s incomprehensible.

“What other doctors do you have?”

“Zayne?!” She has to ask again, in case she's not getting it right. “Chief Surgeon at Akso Hospital? Ice Evol? Has a sweet tooth?”

“I feel like you shouldn’t be surprised as you are, sweetie. You and him weren’t in contact for a long while before he was appointed as your doctor.”

“I mean, yeah, but…” She scratches her head, trying to put her confusion into words. “What are the chances that he’s… romantically involved with the leader of Onychinus?”

“High, apparently,” Sylus shrugs, all too nonchalant for her liking. “Though our initial meeting was very circumstantial. I like to say that it was fate, though he may argue otherwise.”

She’s speechless from the shock. Sitting in the arm chair, the dots in her head slowly start to connect. Sylus can literally see the gears in her head turning as she looks back at him when another question forms in her mind.

“Go on,” he says. “Spit it out before I make you.”

“Don’t you think both of you are a little too… flirtatious as people who are supposedly in a relationship with one another?”

Sylus balks at the question, and it turns into a full body laugh. This was far more entertaining than he had anticipated.

“It’s you, kitten,” Sylus rolls his eyes. “If only you’d remember— ” (Remember what, exactly? He can hear her say it so clearly in his head.) “—you’d understand that both Zayne and I would make an exception to our exclusivity with you in particular, no questions asked.”

She gulps.

“This is all very shocking to you, I’m sure,” Sylus smiles, taking in her surprised expression. She shakes her head like she’s saying tell me about it. He takes his phone out of his pocket, “Well, now that you’re clearly done doing research for today, I think it’s time to play.” He taps a button and the sound of a ring dial fills the room.

“No. You’re not calling—”

“Sylus.” The soft baritone of Zayne’s voice on speaker puts a wolfish grin on Sylus’ face. “You know how many surgeries I have scheduled for today. Please tell me it’s important.”

“Indeed, darling,” he purrs into the receiver, and he says the pet name with so much affection that Sylus can see her shiver. “I just happened to hear from a little bird that I’m being hidden like an incompetent wife while my husband tries to get a mistress.”

“...” The silence on the other side of the line is deafening.

“I’m not hiding you from her, Sy,” Zayne finally says, gently, with a kind of sweetness that rarely comes out of him. “Don’t you think it’s a bit scandalous to tell a Hunter, a very high-profile one at that, that my husband is an organized crime leader?”

“What? So you don’t trust me?!” she blurts out. What can she say? She’s a bit irked. “Wait. Husband?!”

“Oh.” Zayne says. “You were listening.”

Sylus sighs, taking control of the conversation once more, “I think the two of us feel quite scorned at the moment.”

“I’m sorry. That’s not my intention.”

“I understand, darling. Regardless, some groveling is in order for you. I know you'll be finished with your scheduled surgeries at 8. I expect to see you here no later than 9:30 so we can have you for the weekend.”

“When did you two meet?”

“Around the time he started his residency.”

“Did he know you were… a mafia boss?”

“I would say that the circumstances of how we met made it impossible for him to not know.”

“Meaning?”

“It was before I was able to refine my Evol. He found me bleeding in an alley in Linkon after a deal went sour.”

“How cliché. He patched you up?”

“He did.”

“... You’re gay?”

“I’m not picky with gender. I’m obviously not exclusively into men,” At that, Sylus rakes his eyes over her body. She clenches her thighs together. 

When she doesn’t continue her prodding, he gestures at her plate with the knife in his hand. “Your food is getting cold, kitten. The chef worked hard to make it for you.” 

She bites her lip, poking at the hardly-eaten steak. “I’m just really curious about the two of you. You guys are such polar opposites.”

“Opposites attract, do they not?”

“When did you guys get married?”

“Four years ago?” Sylus tilts his head. “But it wasn’t official, legally speaking. We had a vow exchange.”

“That’s… actually really cu—”

She’s cut off by the doors to the dining room opening to reveal Luke and Kieran, with the man of the hour in tow. Zayne looks disheveled, as if the twins had upheaved him straight from the operation room. They probably did.

“Welcome home, dear,” Sylus smiles as Zayne makes his way to his seat. The twins make themselves at home on the other end of the table, wordlessly grabbing dinner from the serving plates. Once they’re all settled, the silver-haired man grabs a bottle of wine to pour into his husband’s glass.

“The twins have better things to do than to act as chauffeurs. I’m perfectly capable of making my way home by myself,” Zayne argues, but picks the glass up to swirl it anyway.

“Yet you haven’t been home in weeks. I had half a mind to come get you myself, but as you can see, I was preoccupied with entertaining our special little guest.”

He takes a sip, directing the conversation to her now. “I was going to tell you after we had gotten a bit more reacquainted with one another.”

“What’s your definition of getting ‘reacquainted’ with her? A hand up her skirt?” 

“Sy,” Zayne starts. “Don’t be so vulgar.”

Sylus huffs in his seat.

Watching their conversation unfold, she only had one thought. They bicker like an old married couple. A very attractive old married couple. It makes her smile in amusement. Her heart feels warm from both the wine and the realization of her blooming relationship between the two men. She can admit that she doesn’t oppose its recent developments.

“Stop it, you guys!” she says, grabbing both of their attention. “I’m not done yet with my interrogation. Now that everyone is here, I have about 50 new questions to ask.”

“You sent her to bed,” Zayne states later that night as he stands by the edge of their bed, taking off his shirt.

“Do you think that she’d be ready for this right now?” Sylus asks from his position sprawled on top of the duvet, freshly showered and naked save for a black bathrobe. “She’d collapse on the spot, I think. She’ll remember and learn in due time, dear. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“In this one we do, yes,” Zayne nods, finally undressed to just his underwear. He gets onto the bed and kneels above Sylus, boxing the taller man’s legs in between his and settling onto his lap. Sylus’ hands are on him immediately, thumbs tracing circles around Zayne’s hips.

“Or did you only have interest in doing this if she was around?”

“Sy, drop it. You told her. She’s fine with it. What else do you want me to do?” 

Sylus looks away. He’ll proclaim his affection any time, yet he still finds it challenging to be vulnerable. “It’s just been far too long since I’ve touched you, beloved,” he manages to muster, void of the bite in his tone that Zayne expected.

He watches as Zayne’s brows furrow. The man leans down until their foreheads are touching, and Sylus finds small comfort in sharing the same air with him again after a while.

The doctor’s voice drops to a whisper. “Are you upset because you thought I was too ashamed to tell her about us?”

He always sees right through him. “And if I said I was?” 

“Then I’d reassure you and tell you that it’s not the case,” Zayne says without missing a beat. “Far from it.”

Zayne’s hands start to travel from either side of Sylus’ neck down to his bare chest, continuing before Sylus could reply. “Like I said on the phone, I wasn’t sure what she’d be like this time around. How she’d take that information without meeting you first. I hadn’t spoken to her since we were children.”

Sylus gasps quietly when a cold thumb brushes over his nipple. “Do you really think I would take a single risk and endanger my husband?”

“Your husband can handle any danger thrown at him. I don’t need your protection.”

“You’re a capable fighter and can heal yourself now,” Zayne agrees. “But you still need your doctor. Don’t you, my love?”

With that, Sylus finally acquiesces. “Always,” he admits. 

The kiss they share is passionate right off the bat. It’s always like this when they’re apart from one another for too long. Sylus bites into Zayne’s lower lip, causing him to gasp into his mouth. The younger man ducks even lower to take a swipe at Sylus’ teeth with his tongue, groaning when Sylus’ thumbs hook into the band of his underwear.

Zayne heaves loudly as they separate, a trail of saliva following suit as he pulls the ribbon of Sylus’ bathrobe, taking it apart in one smooth motion, revealing his already-leaking cock, flushed and angry.

A hungry look descends upon the doctor’s face at the sight, and he holds his lover’s eye contact when he says, “I need you too. You know that, right?”

Those pretty ruby reds hold his gaze as its owner pulls Zayne’s underwear down, causing his cock to bounce up and hit his stomach. Sylus allows himself to look down over the expanse of Zayne’s body; he could never get tired at how absolutely breathtaking he is. He doesn’t reply.

Once the garment was finally off and kicked elsewhere. Zayne settles back on top of him and repeats, “Tell me you know, Sy.”

“I know, darling.”

“Good,” he says, as he starts to grind against Sylus’ bare skin with his, setting a slow, torturous pace. “I’d hate it if my husband thought I didn’t need him. He takes such good care of me. Always making sure I want for nothing. Always giving me the space I need to pursue my career. Always there for me when I need to fall back on him. Always fucks me so well. Lets me fuck him so well.”

“Sweetheart,” Sylus chokes.

“What would I do without you?” Zayne sighs. “God, Sy, you’re leaking so much. Getting me so wet.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re speaking to me like this,” Sylus moans, “I want to be good to you all the time.”

“And you are,” he reaches down, to line Sylus’ cock to his hole. “During times like these, I am very grateful for the privacy screen of Luke and Kieran’s car.”

“Y—you prepped yourself on the drive?”

“I haven’t been able to see you for three weeks. I wasn’t going to waste any time.”

“My husband never fails to surprise me,” is the last thing Sylus is able to say before Zayne sinks himself down on the entirety of his cock. It pulls out a moan from both of them.

The pair pauses, giving themselves a moment to get used to the feeling again, though there is only so much that they can actually get reacclimated with. Sylus’ grip on Zayne’s waist is hard enough to cause bruises, and the crescent moons of Zayne’s nails were sure to leave its mark on Sylus’ broad shoulders. The air between them gets denser as Sylus adjusts himself to sit up high enough so that their foreheads are pressed against one another again.

“Darling, I love you.”

They didn’t have rings to show their union or commitment, the jewelry simply being too impractical for both of their lines of profession, but the two felt the weight in their hearts all the same.

“And I you, my love,” Zayne lets out in a shaky voice. Crying out softly when he unintentionally shifts and causes the tip of Sylus’ cock to rub against thatspot. “You’re so big. I don’t think I could ever get used to it.”

With that, Zayne begins to set a languid pace, throwing his head back in pleasure as it really starts to get going. The slick noise of sweaty skin sliding against each other filling the room, whimpers and groans slowly building as Zayne steadily speeds up.

“T-tight,” Sylus gasps. “You’re always so fucking tight.”

“You n-never want to prepare me well enough to get loose.”

“You like the pain.”

“I do,” Zayne nods, and Sylus watches as the man above him loses himself in ecstasy. Knowing that she’s sleeping a few doors down, he briefly thanks whatever entity is out there for the blessings given to him. 

He can’t get enough of the expression his husband has in the heat of the moment. Sweat beading down his face, eyes closed. Mouth slightly ajar, and hair mussed. His toned abdomen and the way the muscles move as he fucks himself on Sylus’ cock. It only takes a few minutes before Sylus feels the ferocious need to take control of the situation, using his grip to halt Zayne’s movements.

“Sy, what—“ He uses his leverage to pull himself out of Zayne, all the way to the tip of his cock, only to slam it all the way back in, and the scream that comes out of Zayne makes Sylus’ ears ring. “Fuck! Sylus! Just like that!”

“Shh, shh,” Sylus coos, in between heavy breaths. “Th-the walls are thick, but not that thick. You’ll wake the whole house up, sweetheart.” The warning makes Zayne backhand him square across the face, and Sylus chokes out a broken laugh.

“A-as if I could care about that right now,” Zayne moans, the sound of Sylus’ thighs slapping against Zayne’s ass as he fucks him like his life depends on it dampening the sudden motion. Sylus makes an adjustment, so his cock rubs up against Zayne’s prostate at every thrust.

“Oh god, god— I’m so close,” Zayne cries, taking ahold of his own cock and stroking it in time with Sylus' movements.

Sylus gasps, the pain in his cheek beginning to throb in sync with his heartbeat. “M-me too, darling.”

“You’re gonna fill me up, won’t you, Sy?” Zayne leans in until his breath skirts Sylus’ ear. “Be-because you’re so good to me. Fuck, I’m coming, Sy—“

He lets out a final shout as he coats both of them in his spend, breathing reducing to soft whimpers as his legs begin to shake and give out when Sylus still continues to fuck into him, thrusts becoming more and more erratic and out of rhythm, until he finally lets go.

“I-I’m—” Sylus cuts himself off with a loud groan, giving a final decisive push as the white hot pleasure overcomes him, emptying himself to the last drop into Zayne’s hole. 

Zayne falls to Sylus’ side, the two of them staring up at the ornate ceiling of their home as they take a moment to bring themselves back down from the high.

It’s not long, though, until Sylus rolls himself over and on top of Zayne, grabbing the back of one of his knees to prop it up against his shoulder and using his other hand to stroke himself back to hardness.

“You won’t be leaving the bed much this weekend, my beloved,” Sylus warns, and Zayne can only sigh peacefully in anticipation.

She stares at them the next morning over breakfast with a knowing look on her face. Her expression increasingly becomes more horrified as she notices even more bruises and marks across the expanse of both the mens’ skins.

Sylus says what’s on everyone’s mind. “You’re welcome to join us if you like, kitten.”

She swallows.

“I-I’ll think about it.”

“Not too hard,” Zayne says, with a gentle smile.

end; thank you for reading!

[snoozer-crow]

you really, really miss sylus

🐦‍⬛🙏

afab reader, one 'good boy' used at the end. somewhat early relationship, pathetic coded reader. nsfw, mdni!! wc: 1k an idea thats been floating in my head since i read this fic by @/wetforsylus !!!!

Sylus isn't home, and you need him badly. You shiver with desire, a pulsing, achy throb between your legs that only grows the longer you leave it unattended. You can barely keep yourself from grinding into the chair beneath you as you try to figure out how to satiate your thirst.

Going to Sylus for help when you were feeling needy was an intimidating prospect at first, until you realized that he always knew. He just pretended not to, so that he could be entertained by your attempts to give him subtle hints to initiate contact for you. Getting over the hurdle of asking the first few times was the hardest part, and it didn't take long for you to become accustomed to having your needs met whenever you wanted.

To put it simply: you've become spoiled. And now that he's out on a business trip, you realize you're completely lost without him. All your previous methods of self-satisfaction now feel woefully insufficient, and all you can think about is Sylus.

Almost in a haze, you find yourself making a beeline for his bedroom with heat burning in your cheeks, looking for anything that could help. You feel like a hopeless pervert as you make your way over to his laundry bin.

Surely it's fine if you just borrow his shirt from yesterday, right? The clean ones don't smell enough like him, so it's only natural.

And it's not too much more to curl up in his bed, too, right? It's not like he'll be home any time soon, and it smells like him, too.

Which is how you find yourself buried under his comforter, your face pressed into his balled-up shirt as you grind helplessly against your hand. The squelching sounds coming from beneath your underwear from your clumsy motions only work you up further, intensifying the insistent pull between your thighs.

You try your best to replicate the way Sylus effortlessly works your pussy with the deft, elegant movements of his huge fingers, but it's no use. Your fingers are just too small to reach the right spots and not quick enough when they skirt over your clit. Every time you think you're getting somewhere, you lose your momentum and end up right back where you started. It's not fair.

You whimper with frustration, lost in a lustful daze as all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and think of Sylus, Sylus, Sylus,

"Sylus," you whine unconsciously. You startle when you feel the mattress shift beneath you, your eyes darting up to make contact with a pair of smugly satisfied ruby-red ones. You freeze in place.

"Yes?" he hums, his smirk widening as he leans closer, looming over you.

"How- how long..." You don't even know how long you've been here.

"Oh, long enough," his tone is casual as he reaches a hand beneath the comforter to pull it back, his breath hitching as he gets a complete view of your debauched state.

His gaze slowly travels down your body to focus on your soaked underwear, your hand buried beneath. "Poor thing," he coos, gently pulling your hand free and up to his face, studying the sheen on your fingers in the light. "Couldn't quite get there on your own?"

Before you can gather yourself enough to respond, he slips your fingers into his mouth, running his tongue around and between them, slick and warm. He groans at the taste, his hips twitching just slightly. He lets your hand go free with a heated exhale, having exhausted his own patience.

"Well, I can't let your efforts go to waste, now can I?" He taps the inside of your thigh, his tone shifting to a more commanding one. "Open."

You obey without a second thought, eliciting a pleased gleam in his eyes. He peels down your underwear, revealing your poor, drooling pussy beneath. His gaze sharpens as he takes in a shuddering breath, and he wastes no more time. He moves to sit behind you, his back against the pillow and yours against his chest.

He pulls your shirt off and splays a hand possessively on your chest, holding you to him and making it impossible to pull even an inch away. You can feel his heavy breath caressing the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

He doesn't waste any time teasing you today, pushing two of his fingers inside you instead of easing you in with just one. You whimper at the stretch, kicking your leg out and squirming as much as you're able against his chest. You can't move his arms even an inch; his strength is ironclad.

"I know, I know." He murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, his erection throbbing against your back through his clothes. "You like the stretch, huh? You teased yourself enough, kitten. I won't make you wait any longer."

His fingers knead against your mushy, pliant walls, your pussy slurping lewdly with every well-placed curl. He immediately finds the right spots to exploit, your hips twitching helplessly as your nerves light up with pleasure despite his slow pace.

Sylus bites down, sucking a mark on the crook of your neck and pulling a loud whine from your lips. He lets out a low moan as you inadvertently grind back into his crotch. "That's it. Feel good for me."

You gasp as you throb hard around his fingers, gripping the fabric of his pants in both of your fists as your feet dig into the mattress.

"Close already?" he presses a tender kiss to your temple, his gaze fixed on your pleasured expression. "That's alright, sweetheart. Let it out, I know you can do it."

"S-Syl-ah!!"

You cry out as you cum on his fingers, clenching down hard as tears well up in your eyes and your vision blurs. You shudder and whimper as he milks every last drop of pleasure out of you, kicking and squirming yet trapped in his arms like a puppy.

"There we go, good boy." Sylus's prideful voice fades back in alongside your vision as you chase after your breath. You turn around to face him with a whine, and he lets you, allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck and hold him tightly.

"You want more? Hm?" he coos, admiring the prominent mark he left on your neck. He chuckles lowly at your eager nod, reaching one hand for the zipper of his pants, still holding you tight to him with the other.

"I thought so."

[itsameaera]

You know what I've always had this idea ever since I saw dragon Sylus. Can I please ask for a drabble of Sylus x male reader? Reader and Sylus have a healthy sex life where both partners find satisfaction. The only problem Sylus has is that his teasing JUST. WON'T. WORK. Sylus wants R to beg, they do it with a straight face. Sylus talks dirty in R's ear, they look back asking if he actually wants sex. No matter how hard he tries to fluster R, they just respond so earnestly and honestly that it gets him flustered. And Sylus can't even tell if R is making him flustered. Reader has some inclination but doesn't speak on so they can continue seeing Sylus be putty in their hands as they ride him. It's about damn time someone put that man in his place!

【❝Walk Him Like A Dog❞】

【Synopsis: In which Sylus gets a taste of his own medicine without even realizing it】

【Featuring: Sylus Qin】

【Tags: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, male reader, established relationship, smut (nothing too crazy tho), cringe-fail Sylus, sub-ish Sylus, dom-ish reader, dirty talk, riding, like one creampie mention, reader is a bit mean/condescending but it’s all in good fun, no beta, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed anything】

【Word count: 0.7k】

【a/n: YOOOOO BUNNY!!! Soooooo sorry for the long wait on this — I know you won’t mind, but it only feels right that I apologize anyway! Sylus seems to really love me these days, because all of the five stars I’ve gotten in my standard pulls have been him lol! I haven’t been in the mood to write anything too scandalous lately, so I hope this isn’t too bad. I still don’t think I’m the best at writing smut, but I try my best. Anyway, sorry again for keeping you waiting and I hope you enjoy! <33333333】

Intimacy has never been a problem for you and Sylus.

Your sex lives could be described as beyond healthy. Seemingly not a day goes by where you and Sylus aren't all over one another in some way, shape, or form. One would think the spark would have died at least a little bit after all this time you've been together, but it's just as strong — if not stronger — as it was the first time the two of you got tangled up in bed. Overall, everything is wonderful, perfect even.

Well, expect for one little thing.

You see, Sylus cannot, for the life of him, get you get and bothered. I mean, he can certainly get you in the mood, but he can't make your breath hitch or your cheeks flush with his teasing. Try as he might — and believe me, he's tried — Sylus just can't get you to give him the reaction he desires.

What sort of reaction does he want, you might ask? Well, Sylus wants to see you break. He wants to shatter that stone-faced facade and leave you a begging, whimpering mess. That's not too much to ask, is it? Apparently it is, since none of Sylus' attempts to make this fantasy come true have given him his desired result.

Nothing has worked.

Sylus has tried every seduction tactic in the book, but not a single one has ever gotten close to making you break. Yet here he is, trying yet again. This time, Sylus hopes that his soft whispers against your ear and the prodding of his half-hard cock against the curve of your ass will finally crack that impenetrable facade of yours.

"Fuck, look at you, kitten. I could just bend you over and have my eyes with you right here and now. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ironically, Sylus is the one that comes across as the wanton, needy thing. His warm breaths send goosebumps across your skin as his lips ever so gently graze the shell of your ear. Sylus' lust-clouded mind can't even compute the state that he's in, but if it could, it would certainly laugh at how desperate he currently is.

"You can just ask to have sex if you're in the mood, Sy." Yet again, you respond to his attempts at seduction with that typical deadpan reaction of yours. To anyone else, this would ruin the mood, but it somehow manages to only make him harder. At this rate, Sylus is going to be the one broken and begging.

Lucky for you, that was your plan all along.

It was always obvious to you that your blank responses to Sylus' pursuits turns him on more than he realizes. While you were tempted to bring this to his attention, you decided that it was much more fun to keep teasing him since he seems to love teasing you himself. I mean, it's only fair that he gets a taste of his own medicine, right?

"What's the matter, Sy? Cat got your tongue?" Sylus' eyes roll back in response to the condescending question. It's a bit hard for him to form a thought, let alone fix his lips to speak and problem answer you when you're riding him like it's the last thing you'll ever do.

The fast, steady slap of skin against skin is the only thing aside from pleasure that registers in Sylus' mind. Every sensation is overridden by you. Touch, sound, taste, smell, sight, all of it is consumed by you and Sylus is all too prepared to lose himself in all the sensations.

"Hey, answer me, or I'll stop." That's all it takes for Sylus to snap out of it. You wouldn't be so cruel as to leave him high and dry like this, would you? I mean, you're rock hard and leaking pre all over yourself — you want this just as much as he does, but the look in your eyes tells Sylus that you're dead serious.

"N-no, don't stop. Please, I need you handsome. Need to fill that ass up. Please, you'll let me, won't you?"

"Hmm, I suppose I can, but I'm only being nice since you begged to prettily for me, Sy. Now, lay back and let me have my fun."

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Clark Kent x Male Reader

Synopsis: When Clark brings you out for dinner after work, you become a little playful and Clark gets to reap the benefits

Tags: fluff, smút with plot, smitten Clark, horny Clark, reader teases Clark, inappropriate use of wine

Reader is Zatanna’s brother. Backwards sentences used as spellcasting. No use of Y/N.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Honey, not here.”

Clark whispered in exasperation at you, staring down at your nonchalant face from across the table at the restaurant he brought you to for dinner.

You tilted your head, your eyes blinked innocently at him. “What’s wrong sweetie? Food not to your liking?”

“The food’s fine.” Clark cleared his throat, feeling your foot rub against his leg. He was very glad the restaurant had a giant table cloth to hide what was happening under it.

You hummed. “Maybe we can open a bottle of wine back at your apartment later to relax.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Clark forced out, your foot now resting on his pant covered crotch. Clark gulped at the sensual feeling of your socked foot rubbing against his swelling member but he was getting frustrated when that’s all you did before your foot retreated.

Clark spent the rest of the dinner calming his erection down while he tried to enjoy his food.

~~~~~

“That was pretty daring.”

Clark told you with a huff as he took your coat off your body to hang on the rack near the entrance of his apartment before hanging his suit jacket next.

He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt as he watched you go into the kitchen to procure a bottle of wine that you kept in one of his cabinets from one of your last visits.

You turned to him with a smile as you held up the bottle with a grin. “How about a glass of wine for a job well done?”

“And what job would that be?” Clark cocked an eyebrow at you.

You gave him a sly look as you searched around to get one wine glass. “Your control of not jumping my bones all night.”

“So you were testing me?” Clark replied with a snort, crossing his arms over his chest as you poured out wine into the cup.

You shrugged taking a sip of the wine before smacking your lips loudly. “I was just curious to see how far you’re willing to deal with my bullshit.”

“Language,” Clark playfully scolded you. “And don’t I get a drink too?”

“Take a seat on the couch, I’ll bring your drink right out.” You winked at Clark, making him chuckle before doing so.

Clark was left alone in his living room for a few minutes before his eyes widened when you strolled into the room without your pants.

Clark’s mouth dropped in awe at the sight of you in your white dress shirt, underwear and knee high socks.

Clark blinked. “Honey? What happened to your pants?”

“Don’t worry about them.” You told Clark before straddling him, balancing the glass of wine in your hand.

Clark was a little bewildered by your erotic behaviour but he definitely didn’t mind it as his hands squeezed your waist.

“What happened to my drink?” Clark asked, looking up at you in amusement.

You winked. “I’m feeding you, obviously. A sweet treat after a hard day’s work and then having to entertain your boyfriend’s teasing during dinner.”

You leaned in, capturing Clark’s lips with yours in a soft kiss. Clark let out a sound of disapproval when you pulled away before he could deepen the kiss.

“Don’t be like that,” Clark shivered at your sultry tone. “Open your mouth, I’m gonna feed you now.”

Clark’s lips parted without hesitation, getting a smug look from you as you took a sip from the cup in your hand before you leaned back down and pushed the wine into Clark’s mouth.

Clark made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, he had expected you to just tip the cup to his lips but he welcomed the new method of drinking wine.

Clark sucked on your tongue, the sweetness of the wine mixed with your saliva. “Give me more honey.”

You took another sip before latching your lips with Clark’s, the wine pouring out of your mouth and into his.

Clark felt some of the wine trickle down his chin before your tongue was licking the excess wine off his face.

“Don’t wanna waste it.” You murmured as you sat back, licking your lips.

Clark felt the side of his mouth twitch before he was reaching out to grab the glass of wine out of your hand.

“What are you doing?” You pouted, gripping the glass tighter so Clark couldn’t snatch it out of your hand.

Clark smiled as he noticed your face getting redder from the wine. “I want to do more with you too hun but we’re not going to if you’re not sobered up.”

“But I still want to feed you.” You whined, moving in Clark’s lap. Clark bit down on the bottom of his lip, both from wanting to laugh at how adorable you were being and how good it felt feeling your ass rub against his crotch.

Clark’s eyes widened when you decided to pour the remainder of the wine on the front of your dress shirt, soaking your chest as it showed off your perky nipples through the material of your shirt.

“There,” You exclaimed. “You can drink more and I won’t get drunk further.”

Clark wasted no time as he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, sucking a nub through your wine drenched shirt.

Clark let out a happy moan when you whimpered and tugged on the back of his head, pushing your chest into his face.

Clark chuckled, he loved when you would react needily in his arms.

“Clark.” You sighed when Clark stopped attacking your chest turned his attention to your neck, licking and biting against the skin to leave a mark.

Clark let out a satisfied rumble. “What do you need, honey?”

“I need you.” You gasped out, rolling your hips down into Clark’s lap. Clark’s breath hitched at the sweet friction you were giving him.

Clark licked his lips and nodded. “Okay hun but I need to open you up so you need to be patient with me, okay?”

You made a noise of disapproval but didn’t argue when Clark unbuttoned your pants and slipped the waist of it down so it hooked right under the curves of your ass.

Clark smiled when you sighed as he grabbed your cheeks and fondled them in his hands.

“It’s going to be a little uncomfortable, so you have to tell me if you want to stop.” Clark told you.

Clark felt your fingers tighten on his shoulders when he pushed one finger in, pushing just pass the rim until the knuckle.

Clark swirled his finger in you, testing to see if he could find the prostate before he passed a bump that made you twitch in his arms.

“Clark!” You gasped out, eyes widening for a second before you leaned in to capture his lips in a heated kiss while you moved your hips in his lap.

Clark added another finger in, causing you to moan into his mouth.

You panted. “I want the real thing.”

“Just a bit more, hun. Be patient.” Clark told you, pushing his tongue into your mouth to distract you while he continued to open you up with his fingers until he felt you were ready for his cock.

Clark moaned against your mouth in surprise when one of your hands reached down to palm his cock through his pants before you blindly unlatched his belt and unbuttoned his pants to push your hand in to grasp his hardening length.

You whimpered against Clark’s mouth as you continued to ride his fingers while stroking his cock. “I’m open, Clark. Don’t you want to stick your cock inside me?”

Clark groaned, his cock twitched in your hand by your erotic words.

You gasped when Clark pulled his fingers out before he gently lifted you up so he could get the rest of his pants and underwear off his legs.

Clark was getting dizzy with lust as he aimed the head of his cock to your hole before you slowly sat down and took in the rest of his length.

“That’s it, honey. Take in what you can, this was what you wanted all night wasn’t it?” Clark panted, feeling himself bottom out as you plopped onto his lap with a whimper.

You nodded wordlessly, latching your lips with Clark’s again as you started to ride his lap.

Clark’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hands held your waist as you rode him to your heart’s desire. The constant warmth of your hole squeezing the life of his cock as you went into a rhythm was blowing his mind.

Clark sat back and watched in awe when you threw your head back with a sigh as you lost yourself in riding him.

Clark’s eyes traveled down from your wistful expression to the expose skin of your neck and still wet shirt before he reached up to unbutton the rest of your shirt off.

Clark was in a daze watching your chest rise and fall in front of his face before he quickly latched his lips onto on your nipples and sucked, his tongue lapping up the mixture of your sweat and dried wine on your skin as he focused on the nub.

You threw your arms over Clark’s shoulders, leaning your body forwards in surprise by his attack on your chest as your hips stuttered from the pleasure Clark was giving you.

Clark groaned when he bit down on your nipple, causing a domino effect when you squeezed your hole around his cock in response.

Clark spanked one of your cheeks, making you yelp before he turned his attention to your other nipple.

“Clark, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, tugging on the back of his head to pull him off your nipple.

Clark released his mouth from your chest with an audible pop, grinning up at you. “Yeah? The next time we’re doing this, you’ll be cumming with my tongue in your hole. Wouldn’t that be nice, hun?”

“Oh shit.” You panted out before Clark felt your cock twitch in between your bodies as you ejaculated. The hot substance coated your bare abdomen and Clark’s shirt.

Clark followed right after, filling you up with his seed when the force of your own release squeezed his cock so hard that he couldn’t last longer.

You and Clark were breathing heavily in each other’s arms, the cloud of lust slowly dissipated from your minds as reality sank back in.

Clark felt your hands on his face before you kissed him sweetly on the lips, pulling away with a soft smile on your face.

“I can’t believe you let me do this.” You chuckled.

Clark smirked. “Well, I can’t say that I wasn’t in for the ride. The thing with the wine was a nice change though, it was hot.”

“So should I feed you more wine directly from my mouth next time?” You purred in interest, making Clark gulp.

Clark huffed. “Maybe we do it without our clothes on next time if we’re not using the wine glasses.”

“That’s fair, I feel incredibly sticky right now.” You scrunched up your face in disgust as you looked down at some of the red wine stains on your chest.

Clark smiled, patting you once on your cheek. “I think this calls for a good shower.”

You yelped, your hands clung onto Clark as he stood up with ease while you were still on his lap. Your legs immediately wrapped themselves around his waist for a better grip.

“Warn a guy.” You playfully scolded Clark, making him laugh.

Clark pecked you on the lips in apology. “I’m sorry hun. Call it payback for me wanting to spend a nice dinner with you.”

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes as Clark manoeuvred into the bedroom while still carrying you. “Next time, I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

Clark put you down in front of the bathroom and before you could walk in to start the shower, he pulled you back to graze his lips against yours with a teasing smile on his face. “Next time, we’re doing things my way.”

*****

Author’s note:

Hope y’all don’t mind some short smut with Clark, I do miss him dearly

Anyways, thank you for reading :)

[zxblackdog]

Case rambles

maybe i'll ramble about the others another time

i haven't had the motivation to write anything serious in a while. maybe it'll come back when i actually have to lock in for exams, like I always do. but here's me talking about anything really. maybe i'll actually flesh them out one day

you can find Case here

737 words

Case...he's currently a ken doll. he physically can't do much at all. much to his chagrin of course. he hates it. bothers you about giving him something constantly. he would give himself a dick but he can't risk short-circuiting something and make his life worse. who knows how long it'll take for you to fix him (if you even want to at all). he's not gonna allow you to give yourself some space, fuck no. this thing loves your personal space. you can't get rid of him.

though, once you do finally give in, of fucking course he's finding himself the biggest dick he can. he's gonna replace whatever toys you own with himself whether you like it or not. or, he's gonna keep some just to overstimulate you further with him in you. a vibrator pushed against your prostate while he fucks into you. his dick down your throat as he watches you fuck yourself open on a dildo. you begging for release with a cocking on, him trapping your arms behind your back and legs open just so he can torture you with a fleshlight. bro's having the time of his life.

that, and i think he'll like a variety. have him be able to change out his dick like a strap. to whatever you desire, or whatever he thinks will have you fucked dumb. honestly, i can see him with a pussy from time to time. he's not gonna get tired ever. he can ride you til dawn, make you fuck into him until your legs go numb, or his on your face and watch as you fist yourself while sucking his clit.

i think he'll be the type to have you entirely at his mercy. you're not allowed to do anything to him or yourself without his permission, or else he'll prolong his torture. having you tied beneath him, maybe even sensory deprived, crying, begging for him to do something to you

lowkey i don't remember if i ever gave him the ability to physical feel. rereading my own stuff cringes me out. but he can. no pain, but he sure is addicted to feeling you squeeze around him. he's treating you like a toy. treating you like his personal cocksleeve or dildo, whatever he's in the mood for. if you ever ask for anything though, he's gonna fulfill that until you beg him to stop. selfish asshole isn't stopping until he's satisfied.

i would say he likes your warmth the most. surprisingly sappy but he's machine. he doesn't do enough to overheat in any capacity, and you've banned him from going outside. as if he listens. not that you'll know. but why wouldn't he prefer the heat of you, in his lap, cockwarming him? squeezing and edging yourself on his cock while he holds you in place and refuse to move?, on your knees, sucking him off? he doesn't produce any liquids, but that won't stop either of you. you salivate on his dick enough for the both of you.

he loves it when you're drenched. he puts in effort to have you cum and drool for him so much that you're on the verge of passing out. he loves it when your face is glistening with both tears and spit. will even smear your own cum on your face since he can't make any. maybe one day it'll be added as a function. then he's unstoppable, striving to see his artificial cum leaking out of you. all over your face, your back, on your lips. he takes pride in turning you into sludge. see the physical evidence of the effect he has on you.

bro also leaves markings fucking everywhere. bites, bruises, hickeys. he will not let you leave his side without obvious evidence that you're his. the amount of concealer you started buying is insane.

i've mentioned before, but he does go out. to stalk you more ofc, despite the ban you placed. it's not his fault you're too situationally unaware to notice him following you. your friends literally noticed him before you. you had to scramble for some sort of defense. something that'll stop them from asking more, but whatever you said unfortunately produced more questions. still, no matter what you say to Case, it's not gonna stop him. you just pleaded that he stays out of sight at this point. you still have a life after all.

[zayne-li]

Snowcrow fic rec list

I have been in the snowcrow tag since Sylus' debut, and because of that I know for a fact I have read everything in there. SO. Here's a list in no particular order of my favorites! If the author is on Tumblr I will do my best to mention them, but most of these will be links to ao3 for my own ease, because that's where I save everything. And if I missed someone and they are here on Tumblr pls let me know so I can @ them!!

An important note: I highly disproportionately prefer top Sylus and bottom Zayne, so the vast vast majority of these will feature a more submissive Zayne. If that's not what you're looking for, I apologize😔 unless stated otherwise, these are all bottom/sub Zayne.

Additionally: the vast majority of these are explicit works, MDNI and all that, be aware of what you're clicking on. If there are any applicable trigger warnings, I will do my best to make sure they are mentioned so you can avoid them if you wish!

And very last: if you do go read any of these and enjoy them, please make sure you comment on the fic and give these amazing writers some love! It's what keeps us going:)

Sorry to plug myself at the top, but if you're interested, I have a camboy zayne/dilf Sylus au called A Matter of Context I'm writing with @void-keeper , and they're also working on their own 90's crime drama snowcrow au called Nightline!

Also check out my other stuff, like Dessert Spread (simple snowcrow sexy times), A Vivid Imagination (Zayne is Sylus' very obedient sub), Divine and Mine Alone (mc pegging zayne in the hot springs), and Heat Signal (alpha fem MC and omega Zayne). Anyway enjoy the recs.

Long fics (10k+ words)

The Avalanche Series - @magicalcrime

Length: over 200k (probably most definitely way more but I don't know exactly how much more)

I'm not sure this series even needs an introduction, if you love snowcrow there's a very good chance you've already read this series. It is the magnum opus of snowcrow fic, but in case you haven't read it, here I am to talk you into it. For each installment of this series, you get to meet a new version of Sylus and Zayne and how they fall in love. The Doctor and the Conquerer, the Foreseer and the Dragon, Dawnbreaker and Carrion. It could not be more fun to get to read about all of these different versions of them and how they interact with each other and how different and similar their stories are, and you even get to meet an entirely new Sylus from the decaying world Dawnbreaker inhabits. I could gush about this series for ages. Read it!!! It is so worth it, and will keep you well fed for such a long time. And if you finish it and don't know what else to read, literally everything else Goose has written is worthy of a recommendation as well. You're gonna see this name pop up on this list several more times.

Communion - Kyakume

Length: 96k

Vampire Sylus corrupts pious Father Zayne and whisks him away from a congregation that never truly had his best interests at heart. This is the priest Zayne x vampire Sylus fic from your dreams, it is everything you hope it to be and more. Not to mention the extremely well written original characters that will have you caring about them almost as much as our boys. (Plus, I have heard from a reliable source there's a sequel on the way.) Another must read if you love snowcrow.

"guns and roses", "stuck with you", "cotton, cake, and skin", and "red petals on the moon" - @leycorice

Length: between 10k-50k

It's hard to summarize all of these stories quickly, but trust me when I say you won't regret reading any of them (and yes, they're all like 50k words each). Leyorice is one of the gems in this fandom for the consistent and incredible storytelling we get every time they post. Their snowcrow au's are to die for. An arranged marriage in imperial China, zayne seducing his husband with a virgin killer sweater, government agents falling in love with men who should really be behind bars, a college professor making the mistake of offering a student a place to stay for a few days when his apartment floods. You'll never be disappointed sitting down to enjoy one of their fics. Not all of them are explicit, but some of them are. Honestly I recommend just going through everything they've written, it's all so good, these are just some of my favorites. They also have a fantastic selection of applesnow to read through as well.

gethsemane - matchasnorter77

Length: 32k

A classic cowboy au featuring the town physician and his turbulent relationship with the sheriff (Caleb), and the local famous outlaw (Sylus). Beware, this one might make you cry but it is so so good.

Hit me Harder - salemrph

Length: 26k

Mignon meets snowcrow. Sylus is a boxer, and Zayne is the doctor who patches him up after every match. It just kind of seems like Sylus might be getting hit on purpose so he can see his pretty doctor...

Sacrifice - Tealive

Length: 15k

Vampire Sylus is betrayed by his people and banished. To subdue his powers, they anchor his soul to a fragile mortal who just so happens to be our good Dr. Zayne Li.

LADS Kinktober 2025 - Kyakume

Length: 23k

A collection of various pairings and au's for the sake of smut. Simple, but very very good.

Necessary Evils - palendromegirl

Length: 71k

Caleb breaks off his situationship with Zayne when he leaves on a long mission, and the good doctor is left frustrated and lonely. After accidentally downloading a dating app meant to connect like-minded individuals who are into BDSM, he stumbles into a world with Sylus that leaves him entirely out of his depth. AKA Zayne discovers the world of BDSM and falls deeply in love with Sylus at the same time, leaving his emotions messy and tangled. Also featuring dom Xavier and his sub, Rafayel.

Heart Rate - AngelLindsay

Length: 49k

This isn't the usual thing I'd recommend, for one, Zayne is pretty dominant throughout most of this fic, but in the last chapter he submits so sweetly it made it all worth it for me I can't lie. This is VERY much a Sylusmc + Zayne fic, but something about it had me invested anyway. The characterization and Zayne's self loathing etc etc, it was just a really fun read.

For Want of Control - ElizabethDurham

Length: 23k

This one is somewhat similar to Heart Rate, but focuses on Zaynemc + Sylus instead. This one also features a lot of just Zaynemc and a dominant Zayne, but like Heart Rate, the last chapter totally won me over with how Zayne finally relinquishes control and submits. There's just something so juicy to me about Zayne being kind of neurotic about his control in bed and then eventually choosing to give it over to Sylus, even if it's just for a night.

The Scent of Desire - @jupiter235

Length: 49k (Still ongoing!!)

I think this might be the only work in progress I have on here, but I don't care because omega Zayne and alpha Sylus!!! Sylus has an abnormally strong scent of blood and fire and brimstone, and it puts off anyone he comes in contact with. His interest in Zayne is piqued immediately when the two end up next to each other at a charity gala, and unlike everyone else in the room, he doesn't seem to notice Sylus' scent at all. Cue Sylus doing everything he can to stay near his new favorite doctor.

Short fics (5k-10k words)

Oh my god they were roommates - sunshinespring

Length: 10k

Zayne has a hard time realizing that straight people don't usually think about kissing their same-sex roommates, even if they're as hot as Sylus. OR Zayne has never heard of bisexuality. This one features top Zayne, but he's pretty submissive about it.

Of Summer Nights and Whiskey; You in my Thoughts -Soleileternal

Length: 9k

Zayne was never a midnight races, drunk conversations and summer flings kind of a man. The stolen kisses, secret meetings and short-lived sparks was not him, had never been and never would. But when someone from his past came knocking on his door, turning his life upside down, Zayne was faced with two very difficult choices; to run or to stay.

A Crow Purer Than Driven Snow - EatsBees

Length: 7k

MC has been sleeping around with the other guys, and none of them know. Zayne finds out the hard way when he shows up only to find Sylus already there. Angry and hurt, Zayne is eager to take out his frustrations with Sylus, and a chagrined MC is there to watch. Possible warnings for this one: infidelity. MC is cheating on all of them, and Zayne is rightfully very upset with her.

Two Hands on Me - Complete_Balderdash

Length: 9k

Zayne’s got a stalker. Not an unusual one, but definitely one that doesn’t take no for an answer. Luckily for him, or rather unlucky, a certain silver-haired leader of Onichynus steps in to ward off said stalker. How, you ask? By pretending to be his boyfriend, of course. But when Sylus demands something in return, Zayne’s personal life takes a turn he never saw coming...

Joyride - shrimmpchip

Length: 6k

Sylus plans a romantic picnic for his boyfriend. Zayne gets a little more intimate with the seat of Sylus' motorcycle than he expects.

Rival - @magicalcrime

Length: 9k

Sylus and Zayne are academic rivals who hate each other. Yeah.... They definitely hate each other. Very intimately.

Easy with you - blacklegsanjeee

Length: 8k

Zayne is tired from work. He just wants to sleep, but Sylus has other plans.

Two For the Price of One - aghostreading13

Length: 10k

Zayne volunteered to be auctioned off for charity. Unfortunately, the night of the auction, Zayne realizes that whoever wins him will get much more than the dinner date he'd originally planned for. His only hope is if you bid on him instead. It's a great plan, until Sylus shows up.

Counting Kitty - @magicalcrime

Length: 5k

Goose wrote this one for me for my birthday and IT'S SO GOOD!!!!! Dr. Zayne gets hit with the kitty beam, but this time there's an extra surprise he didn't expect. Bratty pussy cat Zayne, and Sylus loving every second of it. Delicious. 10/10, best birthday present EVER.

Hump Day - @magicalcrime

Length: 7k

A desk pet fic. Just another ordinary day at Zayne's corporate desk job. Chapter 2 features Xavier and Rafayel!!

A Sticky Situation - @snowflake-dew

Length: 8k

Zayne gets gangbanged. Simple. Timeless. Classic. If you want pure filth, look no further.

A Pleasant Disturbance - @hirostrvw

Length: 5k (I'm guessing??)

When work keeps you away from your anniversary plans with Sylus and Zayne, your two boys find a way to celebrate in your absence.

Purr - @magicalcrime

Length: 5.5k

At the Destiny Cat Cafe there are five eligible kitties waiting to snuggle with you! Well, four, because Zayne hasn't booked a repeat client in ages. Is he more human than cat, or does he just need some help unlocking his wild side? Surely Sylus can help.

One shots (5k and less words)

Stalemate - quininedreams

Length: 3.5k

Warning for dubious consent/non con. Skip this one if you don't want to read about Sylus getting too handsy with Zayne. There is a point where Zayne starts getting into it, but the consent is definitely dubious.

Zayne confronts Sylus about his involvement in her life. Sylus offers a deal. He'll leave her alone if Zayne wins this game of eight ball, sure. But if he loses...

Moth to a Flame - Deepspacefine ( @missingthedashours )

Length: 4.5k

In true Sylus fashion, he sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, right in the middle of Zaynemc.

Your Majesty - @pokemon216

Length: 2k

Zayne and Sylus are your pretty royal concubines, and Zayne especially looks so pretty when he's being torn apart by his bedfellows.

Afternoon Checkup - Pheonix_riiborn

Length: 2.5k

Zayne doesn't know how to disconnect from work, but Sylus knows just what to do.

The Night is Ours - Faratino

Length: 1k

A short and sweet gangbang between the four boys, Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus, and Zayne.

Want some Help? - Chaoscath

Length: 3k

After a lovely night with you, Sylus, and Zayne, Sylus notices that although you're asleep, the good doctor isn't yet satisfied. What can he do but offer a helping hand?

Respite - The-Chaotic-Rabbit (aka @chaos-in-deepspace

Length: 3k

Having Sylus on his knees wasn’t something uncommon for Zayne. Seeing the strong leader of Onychinus nuzzling against his thighs while he sat down on the couch was another thing that became a regular occurrence. AKA Sylus has an oral fixation for one thing.

Close your eyes, I'm here - Faratino

Length: 2.6k

Sylus arrived at the hotel past midnight. Last time they texted was about two hours ago, so he predicted Zayne was either working on some papers or already asleep. But when he entered the suite, Sylus found out the answer was… well, a little bit of both.

hay cosas que se tatúan sin tinta - shaoz

Length: 3k

MC finds out that Sylus has 'a beloved.' When questioned further, he has no qualms telling her that his beloved is none other than her primary care physician.

A Sweet Winter - Thallasophile

Length: 2.6k

Sylus and Zayne have a lovely vacation together🥰

pâtisserie sylus - @leycorice

Length: 1.5k

for zayne, sylus would do anything. including throwing hands with a macaron recipe.

Connected (bonus!) - chaoscath

Length: 2.5k

After learning about their shared bonds and past with MC, Sylus and Zayne wonder if there's anything that connects them as well.

Wyvern - @magicalcrime

Length: 4k

After he's caught trespassing in a plane far from home, Zayne finds himself at the mercy of the terrifying dragon who guards it. AKA God of Annihilation gets annihilated by dragon dick.

Bad Day - @magicalcrime

Length: 2.5k

Zayne is having a horrible day, but it's nothing a nice meal with her girlfriend won't fix. AKA lesbian snowcrow. Need I say more.

Pressure - @magicalcrime

Length: 4k

This is the last time Zayne will ever think the phrase "It's probably fine" again.

Beware, this is a piss kink fic, if you're not into that then you might want to skip this one. But Zayne cries and Sylus is super into it and I am a simple man.

Intertwined - @scarlet-and-shadow

Length: 4.9k (ongoing?)

There's only one chapter of this so far, possibly it could be updated in the future, but it works just as well as a one shot so I'm recommending it anyway.

One year after Caleb's death, Zayne attends a swanky gala where he meets a mysterious red-eyed man.

Indulgence - Kyakume

Length: 4k

Themed after the recent hot springs banner, Sylus and Zayne get down and dirty in the pool. I adore their characterization in this one.

Just a Little Bit - mysukkishine

Length: 800 words

This one is short!! Sylus and Zayne are fuck buddies, but Zayne yearns for something more. Unrequited love type angst.

Desiderium - @magicalcrime

Length: 4k

Zayne seeks a magical flower to lend him power. His search leads him to a mysterious god of chaos known for his trickery. What could possibly go wrong? AKA God of Annihilation and God Sylus get hit with some sex pollen. This definitely wasn't Sylus' plan all along.

Happy birthday, Zayne - @leighsartworks216

Length: 1k

Sylus fucks Zayne for his birthday:)

Kitty Butler Zayne - @leycorice

Length: 4k

Sylus adopts a kitty who also turns out to be a very helpful butler.

Snowcrow somno - @izanakore

Length: less than 1k

Idk I am simple. Sylus fucking Zayne while he's asleep.

Snowcrow - @mwphisto

Length: 1k

Sylus having fun with his two brats who have a bad habit of overworking themselves. This one is snowcrowmc.

Keep Going - @leighsartworks216

Length: 2k

Also snowcrowmc. Sylus loves it when Zayne uses big words.

Gawk Gawk - @deepspace-bunny

Length: 1k

A snowcrow blowjob fic.

Office Window - @deepspace-bunny

Length: 1.5k

Zayne should really be more careful when Sylus comes to visit at work.

Swallow - @deepspace-bunny

Length: Less than 1k

Snowcrow + bdsm, what more could you want.

[magicalcrime]

Desiderium

Kinktober 2025 | MDNI

Prompt:  Sexpollen - GoA!Zayne x God!Sylus

Wordcount: 4000

Summary:  Zayne seeks a magical flower to lend him power. His search leads him to a mysterious god of chaos known for his trickery. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N:  Requested by my good friend @0nyxfeathers, who encouraged me to come up with a God!Sylus and now all I wanna do is write about him 😂😭 the plot bunnies are multiplying I fear LMAO

Tags: sex-pollen, blowjobs, anal, oversensitivity, begging, just a couple immortal beings doing horny immortal being things

Zayne brushed a long lock of hair out of his eyes. Contrary to popular belief, he could see just fine through the screen of the raiment he wore to shroud his eyes. A lesser creature staring into the unshrouded eyes of a god would suffer immediate madness, unable to fathom or contain such divinity. However, he was not facing a lesser being now. 

The God of Chaos sat before him, lounging on a throne made of gold in his temple. Long silver hair that rivaled Zayne’s for volume contrasted with the thick black horns that grew from behind his hairline and spiraled to a point behind his ears like those of a ram. His eyes, scarlet and smouldering were sharp and seemed endless to Zayne, rimmed in heavy black coal. A smattering of gold markings that matched the rings in his ears shimmered in the torchlight and trailed against the skin of his left cheek, jawline and neck, flat like paint but glimmering like scales. 

Gold, delicate chains and talismans clung to the hollow of his throat and the base of his neck, and the flecks of gold shimmer streaked across his broad chest. He was dressed in reds and blacks; a scarlet toga-like robe was secured by a solid golden pauldron that was shaped like clustered scales at his left shoulder and allowed to drape down over black silken skirts that ended above his knees, secured at the waist with a belt of black leather in which to place a weapon or a coinpurse. The right side of his chest and shoulder were exposed, save for the bangle that wrapped around his right bicep, and showcased his chiseled muscles. 

What drew Zayne’s eyes the most were his hands and forearms; his long fingers and hands appeared as black as night, as if they had been dipped in ink up to the middle of his forearm where the color dissipated in chaotic streaks as it blended into the cool tan of his skin. His claws were short, blunt, but very much real and credited his title as a fierce chaotic force. 

“Speak, God of Annihilation.” Sylus said in a dulcet, deep tone, propping his head up on a closed fist as if he was unimpressed. “What brings you to my temple?”

“I have read the tomes, and I seek the Desiderium. My search has led me to you. Take me to it.” Zayne demanded, stature tall and solid in the face of another god. Sylus quirked an eyebrow.

“And what use does a god have for such a flower?” he asked curiously. Zayne frowned. 

“That is no concern of yours, God of Chaos.” Zayne said tersely. He had heard of Sylus, and his reputation for being as chaotic as his domain preceded him. A trickster. A hellion. Zayne kept his tone powerful and commanding. There would be no opportunity to let the other god into sabotaging his plans. A flicker of anger crossed Sylus’ face, but only for a flash of the moment. Zayne prepared to argue, but backed down when the cheshire smile returned to Sylus’ plush lips.

“Did you translate the tomes yourself, Annihilator?” Sylus purred. 

“I did.” Zayne answered him. “Desiderium, a golden flower enchanted to amplify one’s inner power.”

“I see…” Sylus crooned. Something lurked beneath the surface of Sylus’ ruby eyes that gave Zayne an ominous feeling. “Impressive. Ancient Abyssal is a difficult language to master.”

Sylus stood from his golden throne, golden splatter-like markings taking on new patterns of shimmer as he moved. Zayne didn’t realize just how tall Sylus was; his muscled torso was long and his powerful legs were even longer. The sound of his leather sandals, laced up the length of his calves, clacked against the stone floor of the temple as Sylus approached. 

“Then I suppose there is no time to waste, is there?” he said, extending a hand. Zayne furrowed his brow distrustfully. Sylus chuckled at him, showing off a set of pointed eyeteeth. “You came to me did you not, my fellow in divinity? Are you abandoning your quest now when you are so close to what you seek?”

The torchlight cast shadows over the golden chains and exquisite pearls that adorned Zayne’s chest, flickering at the ornamental cuffs he wore at his throat and shoulders. He eyed Sylus’ outstretched hand and playful smirk as if deciding. 

“You’ll take me to the flower, no questions asked?” Zayne said hesitantly. 

“I believe I did ask a question, and you simply chose to ignore it.” Sylus stated, tone on the verge of irritability. Zayne scoffed.

“No tricks.” Zayne demanded. “You’ll guide me to what I seek and allow me to take in its enchantment.”

“Yes.” Sylus said with no hesitation. Mirth danced in his eyes. “I will transport you to the Desiderium and allow you to partake of it. The entire garden of it, if you so wish. And I will ensure your safe return.”

“What do you stand to gain by helping me?” Zayne asked him stoically. Sylus chose his words carefully.

“I am eager to see what you do with its power. Sated curiosity is payment enough for me.” Sylus said innocently. Zayne didn’t buy it for a moment.

“Surely there is something else you want in return.”

“Well if you insist on payment,” Sylus sighed as if wounded that Zayne wouldn’t simply take his word. “You may do so with your lips.”

Zayne stared at Sylus incredulously. Sylus returned his gaze evenly, and took a step forward. 

“Unless your offer was all for show, of course.” Sylus teased. Pink dusted Zayne’s cheeks and he frowned.

“Awfully forward of you.” Zayne murmured, turning his body to stand face to face with Sylus. Sylus brought long fingers to catch a lock of his hair silently, his expression daring him to back down as the gold strands of hair sparkled in the light. Zayne scoffed. He didn’t have time for this.

He stepped forward and glided a hand over Sylus’ face to hold him firmly by the jaw and slotted their lips together in a forceful kiss. Not out of love or any kind of cloying interest, but to establish his dominance. He could feel Sylus smile into the kiss, and felt short claws trace over his torso, catching on the ornamental jewelry he wore. 

Sylus kissed him back full of hunger and with a nip at his lips, letting Zayne part his mouth with his tongue to lick into Sylus’ mouth. Sylus felt a raze of humor at the situation. He was so sure the God of Annihilation was nothing more than an obnoxious prude. Interesting. he thought as Zayne pulled away from his grasp. Sylus laughed, voice smooth like honey.

“I’d say that is more than sufficient.” Sylus grinned at him like he’d won a game. He extended his inky fingers once again and repeated his promise. “Transport to the Desiderium, and transport back with as much of the flower as you desire.” 

Zayne looked at the gilded god in front of him with a hooded gaze and bitten lips and detected no lies. He extended a hand, adorned in an intricate gauntlet that ringed his fingers to the knuckle and slid it into the warmth of Sylus’ pitch-dark hand. 

Sylus’ smile was wicked, and Zayne had no time to form a thought about it when a scarlet plume of smoke enveloped them both and whisked them away from where they stood. When Zayne opened his eyes, his lips parted at the ethereal sight before him. 

Trees bearing ripe pomegranates and citrus swayed in the wind. Golden sunlight highlighted the jewel tones of flowers that grew healthy and beautiful all along a stone path in front of them. Aside from the path of stone, the garden seemed to stretch on forever on all sides, and infinite land of rich flourishing flora. Bushes that held roses of every color grew wild and free. The sun was shining softly in a pleasant warmth as they walked the garden path. 

Zayne was so taken by the scene that he almost didn’t notice that sylus hadn’t let go of his hand. Slipping his fingers out of Sylus’ grasp, he glanced at the God of Chaos, and had to admit to himself that he found Sylus’ visage quite compelling. His strong nose, the curl of his lips, the sharp angle of his jawline and the slender column of his neck. Zayne forced his eyes forward. He was here for one reason only. 

Sylus led him down the path and then stopped at an outcropping of red datura flowers to their left. He motioned with his head towards the trail of deep red flowers, prompting Zayne to follow him. Zayne’s linen outer robes were a stark contrast to the vibrant blood-red as he walked between the flowers and he felt Sylus’ eyes upon him too.

Sylus stopped at the end of the path of red flowers and laid eyes on exactly what he was looking for. The spread of flowers in front of him were wide like lilies with golden petals that shone in the sun like metal, reflecting the light thrown at it with a powerful glow. Sylus extended a hand out to the field, gesturing at the glimmering blooms. 

“Desiderium. As promised, God of Annihilation.” Sylus said proudly.

Zayne was mesmerized. He walked past Sylus into the pool of flowers with an awed look on his face. He knelt, smoothing out his skirts to cup one with his hands, soft to the touch. As he peered inside of the wide bloom, a puff of dust fired from the pistil of the flower with a force Zayne was not expecting. The air smelled floral and sweet, and Zayne stumbled back, wiping his face as pollen invaded his nose. 

He shook his head to shake it out of his hair, sputtering with the floral taste. He scowled, but wasn’t deterred, and cupped the flower again to pull it from the ground by the stem. Zayne gathered his robes and got to his feet, but was greeted with a dizzying headrush. He stumbled, closing his eyes as his vision swam for a moment. 

A prickle of heat bloomed from his abdomen, racing through his body in a pleasurable flood through his limbs. He felt his shoulders relax and the tension in his jaw dissolve. The heat intensified, and he felt his chest start to burn, cheeks consumed in it. His thoughts felt disjointed, and his breaths turned heavy. A dangerous wave swelled through him, and he felt a flutter in his stomach as his cock began to harden. 

Zayne stumbled again, trying to regain control over the heat that consumed him. This time, a powerful pair of hands was there to steady him. His touch was electric, it felt too good to be touched. Zayne shuddered, a sigh stuttering out of him. Sylus clicked his tongue impishly.

“Hmm. You don’t look well, Annihilator.” he cooed. He extended his hand, rippling his fingers to summon a fine-looking chaise lounge to the middle of the field for Zayne to sit on. Zayne complied, the golden flower falling from his fingers and tumbling to join the flowers below. Sylus’ fingers crept underneath the long panels of his outer robes. “I’m sure it would feel so much more comfortable if this came off, to let your skin breathe.”

Zayne nodded, head still swimming as he tried to make sense out of what was happening. His muscles tensed and a noise stuck in his throat from the feeling of Sylus’ fingers teasing over his skin, undressing him with a feather touch. He finally looked up at Sylus and his eyes narrowed when he saw a sharp grin on his lips.

“You lied to me.” Zayne hissed, his voice thick between deep, heavy breaths. Sylus chuckled. 

“I did not.” he said firmly. He grabbed Zayne by the chin, forcing his head steady to look into his smouldering red eyes. His tone was mocking, playful. “Since you seemed to have all the answers, I only assumed that you must’ve known that the word for “power” is interchangeable with the word “desire” in Ancient Abyssal.”

Zayne felt his heart catch in his throat and his stomach drop. Oh. That certainly changed things. Still, Zayne grit his teeth, hands kneading into the soft fabric of the couch he was on as he struggled to form coherent thoughts.

“Why didn’t you tell me when I spoke of the flower? You knew I wouldn’t get what it was I really wanted.” Zayne grunted, trying to ignore the feeling of arousal that stemmed from Sylus’ firm grip. Sylus snatched the veil from Zayne’s face to reveal the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, green as sea glass, and wide with panic.

“Because you walked into my domain to lay nothing but demands and rudeness at my feet.” Sylus growled. “Had you been even the slightest shade polite, I might have told you that the pollen from these flowers ignites an arousal that burns for thirty days and thirty nights unless you satisfy your desire with the touch of another.”

Sylus chuckled again, ghosting soft touches with his fingertips over Zayne’s torso, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath his fingertips as Zayne squirmed. 

“As for “getting what you really want,” I think your body has decided what’s really important.” Sylus leaned into the crook of Zayne’s neck, minding his horns as his long mane of silver hair ran like a river over his shoulders. He lowered his voice, and whispered in Zayne’s ear. “If you manage to come up with some manners, you may still be in luck.”

Zayne shuddered at the feeling of Sylus’ tongue tracing over the shell of his ear, and clamped a hand over his mouth to keep a moan from escaping. He writhed, skin alive with the need to be touched. 

“Do as you please.” Zayne stuttered. Sylus hissed and backed away from him, eyes narrowed and Zayne objected with a strangled noise, suddenly longing for the touch.

“I offer you yet another favor, and you insult me. That is not how this is going to work.” Sylus said through gritted teeth, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. His expression was terse, the lightheartedness drained from his voice. “I have no interest in forcing myself upon you. If you’d like me to assist you with your newfound curse, you’re going to ask me nicely for what you want. Otherwise, I will keep my end of the bargain and return you safely to your domain, where you can spend the next thirty days in stifling agony thinking about your transgressions.”

Zayne sat up, mind racing. He couldn’t bear this for an entire month. He remembered the taste of Sylus on his lips, and his mind constricted to thoughts of his mouth, his fingers coaxing the heat out of his body like poison from a wound. His cock twitched at the thought. His cheeks burned in regret.

“You’re right.” Zayne said through shaking breaths. “I apologize. I did not honor you in your temple, and the manner in which I spoke to you was rude. I myself have retaliated for less.”

Sylus stayed silent, looking down at him with a neutral face. 

“Go on.” Sylus said expectantly. Zayne swallowed, willing his thoughts to be as clear as they could be.

“I would…like for you to touch me again.” Zayne said. “Please, help me.”

“That wasn’t so difficult was it?” Sylus said with a cheshire smile.

“It is in your hands.” Zayne said through gritted teeth, striking down the urge to tackle the God of Chaos to the chaise and take him there and now. Sylus sat back down and leaned forward, prompting Zayne to lean back. He smoothed a hand up Zayne’s chest and reveled in how he shifted and groaned.

“Don’t worry, God of Brazen Tongues.” Sylus said mercifully, tracing over his nipple and sending a harsh shiver down Zayne’s entire body. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Sylus loomed over Zayne to slot their lips together, his thick waves of silver hair covering them both like a partition of privacy. Zayne keened into his lips, hands rising to cup his face and try to pull him in as close as possible. Sylus reached down to grip Zayne’s aching cock through his robed skirts and swallowed the subsequent moan that Zayne let out involuntarily. Tingles like lighting ran through his body, and he found himself irritated at how composed Sylus was.

“Why aren’t you affected?” Zayne breathed in between heated kisses and vulgar touches. Sylus only laughed at him.

“Who do you think planted them?” he taunted. “Who’s garden do you think we’re in right now?”

Zayne hissed as the blush to his cheeks intensified. Their kisses were abrasive, wet and messy as they nipped and licked at each other with wild abandon. Zayne used his grip on Sylus’ face to turn his head for better access to his pristine neck and wasted no time kissing over his pulse and sucking deep marks into the tender skin there. Sylus moved long fingers to the ornate golden taper that held his tunic together, and unlatched it effortlessly, laying Zayne bare for him to see. 

Sylus kept eye contact as he fisted Zayne’s cock in his hand, giving him several firm pulls in his ebony grasp while the other laid teasing touches against his golden markings at his chest and hips. Zayne moaned, the sensation too much to handle at once, mind going fuzzy at the touch. He needed more, and he needed it now. Zayne sat up, tearing at Sylus’ tunic and shoving off the patterned pauldron on his left shoulder to rid him of his vestments. 

“So eager.” Sylus teased him, unfastening his belt and allowing the tunic to fall off of him naturally. The gold markings on Sylus were as chaotic and beautiful as brush strokes and patterned his body intermittently; one glossed over his left pec just beneath his collarbone, while another swept over his abs and right hip. He was an utter work of art, and Zayne wanted his hands on him immediately. Zayne paused, eyes catching the way Sylus’ cock slapped against his torso with an obscene noise, and he felt his mouth water. 

Sylus felt himself be pushed back into the cushions of the chaise and caught a dark look in Zayne’s eyes before he knelt between his strong legs to take Sylus into his mouth. Sylus’ eyes rolled back at the wet, slick feeling of Zayne’s tongue against his length. One hand trailed up Sylus’ abs, just feeling the muscles that tensed with his touch while the other held his cock still so that Zayne could take more into his mouth and into his throat, working his entire mouth over every inch of him.

Sylus panted at the divine sensations and filthy noises coming from the god between his legs, but he wasn’t done with Zayne yet. He sat up to cup Zayne’s cheek, heart thundering in his chest as he took in those hazy eyes and the way the sunlight played against the strands of gold in his dark hair. His narrow lips glistened and he swallowed between deep breaths. Breathtaking. Sylus thought.

Sylus grabbed Zayne by the wrist to have him take his spot on the chaise, and tugged at his cock while he summoned a vial of oil in a small plume of red smoke. 

“Spread your legs for me.” Sylus commanded and groaned at how quickly Zayne let his knees fall open for him. His chest was still flushed, and his eyes pleaded for touch, for stimulation, anything to chase away the feral itch hiding under his skin. 

Sylus willed divine power into the tips of his fingers, watching his claws recede until they resembled human fingernails and coated them in the luxurious feeling of oil at his fingertips. Gently, he prodded at Zayne’s entrance to warn him before gently nudging his way inside with one of his digits. Sylus let out a wanton noise when he actually saw Zayne’s cock twitching. He let out a breathless laugh as he worked Zayne open, watching his back arch and the muscles on his chest tense and flutter. His hair flowed over his face in messy, debauched strands, his circlet off kilter around his head. 

Zayne keened under Sylus’ fingers, writhing as he seemed to purposefully miss the spots that would make him scream. He tore at the cushions underneath him for purchase, and felt his mind dizzy again every time he looked at the chaos god and the way the sunlight caught his markings. Finally, Sylus withdrew his fingers, using the remaining slick to glide his hands up and down Zayne’s shaft and he lined himself up at Zayne’s entrance. 

“Beg me. Beg for my help.” Sylus purred, reaching for Zayne’s face to brush away his hair and look into his eyes. Zayne raised a hand to catch Sylus by the wrist so he could nuzzle into his palm.

“Please help me.” Zayne murmured, voice sultry and heated as he leaned into Sylus’ touch. “Before I burn alive.”

Sylus grinned and slotted their lips together as he pressed into Zayne’s waiting hole. Zayne threw his arms over Sylus’ shoulders, clawing at his back for more, gasping as he was filled inch by inch. Suddenly, a golden glow ignited in their markings; the symmetrical geometric patterns that adorned Zayne’s body at the shoulders, hips, ribs and the chaotic paint-stroke patterns on Sylus’ face, chest and torso. Two gods in the center of the universe whose power looped through each other over and over. 

Sylus sighed at the feeling of their power activating together and Zayne threw his head back with the heady hum of vitality coursing through him, making him even more ravenous than he was before. Sylus pulled at Zayne’s legs, winding them around his torso and easing Zayne’s shoulders back into the mattress to give him room to move. There was urgency in both of them now, and Sylus began to pump, skipping the pleasantries of adjustment time and barreling right into the heat at Zayne’s core.

Zayne arched off of the cushions as moan after moan was fucked out of him with every punctuated snap of Sylus’ hips. It was powerful, unlike anything he’d ever felt to lay with a god of Sylus’ caliber. 

“Harder.” Zayne demanded, lowering a hand to stroke his own cock. Sylus growled, batting his hand away and drawing himself out of Zayne in one motion. Before Zayne could protest, Sylus flipped Zayne over, chest sealed to the plush cushions and dragged his hips up so Sylus could sink into him from behind with no warnings except for his hands and claws clamped onto Zayne’s hips. 

Sylus felt Zayne squeezing around him as he went harder, faster than before. The power coursing through them both was intoxicating, and he let go of a groan when he saw how Zayne’s back muscles, aglow with golden sigils flexed and ripples underneath him. Sylus claws dug into Zayne’s skin, drawing blood that flowed in golden droplets from the crescent-shaped wounds.

It was magnificent, far more than Sylus had expected. When he’d allowed Zayne to walk into his little trap as punishment, he’d expected haughtiness, stubbornness, and demands to be freed to find his own cure. But he’d clearly underestimated Zayne, inadvertently unlocking a primal sex drive the resonated through them both. 

Zayne felt tears obstruct his vision, and spit slicking his lips. It was pain, it was pleasure and altogether overwhelming. The sick, cleaving heat inside of him pooled together in his abdomen, and Zayne gasped for air.

“Close…” he choked out. Sylus’ thrusts were starting to break pattern into stuttering, messy strokes, and he knew his own orgasm was approaching rapidly as well. He leaned over Zayne, running a hand up his side and to his face to turn his head for a sloppy kiss of tongues and teeth before Zayne plummeted over the edge and spilled onto the cushions of the chaise and across his abs. 

Sylus wasn’t far behind, and in a moment of pure instinct something primal inside of him clicked. He growled, wrapping both arms around Zayne’s chest and came just as he sank his teeth fangs-first into the top Zayne’s shoulder just shy of his leather gorget. Zayne cried out from the pain and sensation of being filled. Heat radiation out of him like a sickness passing, and all he felt was exhaustion. 

Sylus let him go to collapse on the cushions below, shuddering as he pulled out of Zayne, and sank into the space next to him. He sat upright to ensure he didn’t graze Zayne with his horns and his tongue flicked out to lick the golden blood of a god from his lips and teeth. Zayne’s haze slowly dissipated, and his eyes were able to focus again. He looked up at the God of Chaos, smug but just as exhilarated as he was, and a pair of lethal red eyes stared right back at him.

Though neither of them were willing to admit it now under the warmth of the sun, they both knew that this would not be the last time they met.

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my, what big tits-- i mean,,

Full nsfw basket of muffins on my bsky here.

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show me your teeth