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lilithschosen · 3 days ago

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if the bed's rocking, don't come knocking

word count: 4091 ships: Betty x Reader (yes you read that right. x reader lmao) rating: E (NSFW) tags: smut, cunnilingus, nipple play, possessiveness (from Betty!! for a bit, lil ooc but shhh it's hot)

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It’s been a stressful couple of months for you. Not having a job, trying to apply to everything and everywhere while nothing gets back to you. With all of that pent-up frustration, you’ve managed to relieve it with masturbation. It’s normal, natural, and healthy to do. Any sort of resistance in any regard, you’d grumble your way to the bedroom and pull out whatever you were feeling from the bedside table and get down to it.

Some nights you’d stare up at the ceiling, laying in the middle of your soft bed when you should be sleeping, you’d reach over to that damn table and pull out your vibrator just to finally get yourself to sleep. It was a routine of sorts, a rhythm you fell into easily.

You live alone, no one could hear you or tell you to stop. So, who cares?

When you finally manage to land a job at Valdivian of all places, you’re excited. Some semblance of pay instead of having your parents front your utilities bills for the thousandth time because they don’t want you blowing all your savings.

It’s all fine and good until you get a notification literally your first day that you were being relieved of your position, only to be replaced by an AI assistant.

So much for that, you think.

You push back from the desk with a long, drawn out sigh. The chair catches on the rug underneath your desk and you nearly topple backwards, hand flying out to grab onto the shelf behind you. You stand slowly, making sure you’re stood firmly on the floor before fully rising up. Pushing the chair back under the desk, you hear the Thiscord notification sound from your phone.

Fishing it out of your back pocket, you open the message from a username you don’t recognize. The person rambles on about how you’re expecting a package for special glasses then hear a thud against your office window.

A Valdivian delivery drone.

You watch with bated breath, praying silently the stupid drone doesn’t break through a window. “Don’t break it, don’t break it. I can’t fucking afford a busted window, please.”

It zooms around to your front door and you hear a smash as well as a thud. You curse quietly and rush to the door, seeing the drone stuck in the windowed part of your door, with a package delivered inside your house. You kick at the busted glass and snag the box, glaring at the drone as it whirs.

You toss the box in your hand, thinking twice before you throw your best fastball at the drone using the box. Instead, you exhale slowly and turn on your heels. You’ll fix the window later.

The Thiscord notification pings again and you swap the box to your other hand while you open the messages. The person, tinfoilhat, tells you they’re a prototype. A one of one type of technology. You hum, rolling your eyes in disbelief as you climb your stairs up to your bedroom.

You make your way into your bedroom and toss the box on the bed, now able to fully respond to the person on the messaging app. They ask if you can try the device out and essentially be a guinea pig of sorts. You don’t remember signing up to be a test dummy for anything, but since you didn’t have anything else to do, why not?

You pull the box apart and see glasses. Pink tinted aviators.

You laugh at yourself, feeling like you’re being pranked.

Lifting the glasses out delicately with your forefinger and thumb pinching at the metal frame of the glasses, you hold them up to your face. They don’t seem like anything special.

Another Thiscord ping.

You brush it off and nestle the glasses on your face. The immediate pink overlay has your head swimming, but you blink and squint until your eyes adjust.

“Damn, she looks good in those.”

You freeze, hands out as if someone had a gun trained on you. The voice gasps at your reaction and you turn to face where it was coming from.

A pink haired, curvy woman is sitting on your bed. She has a white billowing coat and a light brown corset of sorts on her torso, with white plush pants to go with it. The tail of the coat falls down to the floor and your breath catches at the sight of her.

“You can see me?” she asks tentatively, fingers held up to her mouth as she stares at you with wide eyes. “You can hear me?”

You nod, hands still in front of you. You step back a bit, closer to the doorway of your bedroom. You don’t want to startle her and have her do anything rash, but you have no idea how this beautiful woman ended up in your bedroom of all places.

“Wait, don’t go,” she calls out, reaching to grab you by the wrist, “It’s me, I promise you know me!”

Her hand wraps around your wrist and you blush, staring down at it. “I do?”

She smiles at you, stepping closer. She takes your other hand with hers, holding them in front of you. Your heart pounds in your chest, not knowing where to look so you opt to just stare down at the floor.

“Well, I'd hope so seeing we sleep together every night. I'm Betty, I'm your bed.”

Your head snaps up in confusion, staring at her now. She bites her lip, looking at you with heavy lidded eyes. The Thiscord notification pings again and you go to take it out of your pocket but she holds your hands between the two of you.

“You know how to drive a woman wild, that’s for sure,” her breathy voice is breaking you down, just from her talking, “I wasn’t sure if you even knew I exist, but hearing those sounds you make late at night? Hearing you call out for someone, begging to cum? It was for me, wasn’t it?”

You swallow hard and stammer, glasses slipping down your nose. As the frames fall out of view from your eyes, you notice she disappears in front of you. She clears her throat, letting your hand go to push the glasses back up on your face with a chuckle.

“There you go, baby.”

She drops her hold on your wrist, allowing you to take your hands back as she shifts back to sit down on the bed. You try to wrap your head around the thought that this gorgeous woman is your bed, then start to spiral about everything you’ve done in the bed.

Betty watches you panic and giggles at you, leaning back on the bed. She tilts her head and shakes it gently, letting her long, pink curls cascade down her back. Her hand runs across the blankets and she sighs sensually.

“I thought you were just into Ben-Hwa the way you use those toys all the time,” she frowns as she speaks, but perks up as she drags her hand up her body, “But the way you whine and dig your heels into me? I knew it was for me. You put on quite a show, you know.”

Your mouth goes dry, eyes locked onto Betty’s hand as she runs it across her ample chest.

“When you grabbed onto the headboard the other night?” Betty groans, pressing her thighs together at the memory, “I swear I would’ve cum too if you held on any longer.”

“How long have you, uh,” you pause, mouth held open as Betty’s eyes lock with yours and you notice how blown out her pupils are, “How long have you been here?”

Betty smirks. “You don’t remember, baby? Since you brought me home and put me together. Your fingertips tickled as you put together my frame and you were so gentle hauling the mattress on me.”

She spreads her legs, moving them apart as far as she can. She gazes up at you with a curious, hopeful look. Wordlessly asking for you to move in, to come closer.

Your feet act before your brain can stop you and you step forward, drawn into Betty’s space in a trance. She sits up in the bed with a mischievous grin and wraps her arms around your hips, holding you against her body with her chin resting against the button of your jeans.

She inhales the scent of your cleaned shirt, groaning before she can rub her nose against it. She holds her forehead beneath your navel for a beat then hooks her fingers through the belt loops of your pants.

“God,” she rasps with her eyes closed in revelation, “That time you stuck one of those toys you have to the bed frame and rode it. I was praising you so loud, I thought you’d hear me, I honestly hoped you did. You looked so fucking perfect bouncing on it.”

She pecks at your lower belly through the shirt and looks back up at you, face flushed with her eyes open again. You want to look away, to break away from Betty’s hold, run away and call the police of all things. Yet, you stay here. In Betty’s arms.

Betty bites her lip again and you wet yours with a quick swipe of your tongue, locked in place.

“I don’t want to pressure you into anything,” she begins, her arms around your waist starting to loosen, “I think I got a little carried away, so I’m sorry for that. I’ve been dreaming of this day for I don’t even know how long anymore.”

She blushes harder, dropping your shared gaze. You feel guilty and cup her cheek on instinct, wanting to comfort her.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Betty,” you rush out, clearing your throat before continuing, “I’m a little overwhelmed at the thought that you’re a person and not just my bed after everything I’ve done in you.”

Betty moans quietly at the implication, layering her hand over yours on her cheek. She lets you guide her face back to look at one another and you smile.

“Can we start over?”

She nods, returning your smile. You stay quiet with your hand still holding her face and find yourself rubbing at her cheek with your thumb. She chuckles at the action, turning her face into your palm to press a kiss into it.

“I’m Betty,” she states, “I’m your bed. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She runs her nails over your knuckles and you shiver, a chill running up your spine. “Nice to finally meet you as well, Betty.”

She grins up at you, other hand snaking up and over your backside until she has her fingers tucked into the waistband of your jeans. You chirp at the surprise but don’t fight her, instead laughing breathily at it.

Why was your bed flustering so much?

“I don’t think I can hold back anymore, sugar,” she grips onto your jeans, the waistband digging into your hips from how much she holds in her fist, “Can I kiss you?”

You gawk at her, unable to verbally respond and you just nod dumbly. She presses the back of her knuckles into your lower back and scoots back on the bed, forcing you forward even more until you can only fall. You topple onto Betty and she giggles at you, wrapping her legs around yours while holding your face with her hands.

She drinks you in, committing every inch of you to memory before her eyes fix to your lips. Betty eases in slowly, nearly hesitating to ask for permission once more before she closes the distance entirely and kisses you.

It’s a sweet, gentle kiss. Testing the waters. Hoping that you wouldn’t break it and run away.

When your eyes flutter closed, she moans against your mouth. Her tongue slips between her lips and licks between yours, begging for entrance. You let it in, letting her consume you entirely.

She nips at your lower lip, tugging it back before continuing to swirl her tongue onto yours in your mouth. Her hands drop from your face and splay against your back, hips lifting underneath you to grind against you.

Betty breaks the kiss with a gasp for air, chest heaving as she pants. “Fuck, I knew you’d be a good kisser, too.”

Your lips throb from the kisses and you surge forward to keep going. She squeaks in surprise but it falls into another moan as you trail down to her chin and groan against her jaw.

“That’s it, baby,” Betty coos, rocking into you again, “Keep going. That’s my girl.”

You drag your canine teeth against her jawbone before moving down to her throat, pressing sloppy kisses as you crawl. You suck and nip and bite at every part of her neck, wanting nothing more than to cover Betty in kisses.

Your hands hold just under the swell of her breasts as you lift from her chest, staring at them in hunger. Betty laughs at you, running a finger over the top of them before dragging it between them. She traces the faint stretch marks across her skin and your mouth waters, wanting to do the same with your tongue.

“You want these, sweetie?” she asks with a saccharine sweet voice, pouting at you with her kiss-swollen lips, “Wanna suck on them? I know how much you love rubbing your head between them.”

You pause at the comment, unable to pinpoint when you would’ve until it hits you. You always nestle your head between your pillows when you fuck yourself. Betty gives a throaty chuckle, pulling the fabric of her shirt down with the same finger. Her tits burst out, bouncing in your face. She tucks the shirt underneath them and winds a hand into your hair, guiding your mouth to one of her already hardened nipples.

“Go ahead, baby. I love when you play with my tits.”

You don’t hesitate, immediately wrapping your lips around one of her nipples and sucking it into your mouth. She groans, holding her head against the mattress while digging her fingers into your hair. She grips it at the base of your skull and pulls, but keeps you against her breast.

You take her other breast into your hand, running your fingers across the other nipple to play with it. Betty cries out at the dual sensation, grinding into your abdomen. She whimpers at you, nodding while your tongue swirls around her nipple.

“Fu-uck, baby,” she hiccups, moaning as you pull your mouth from her tit to pay attention to the other. You rub your saliva around her nipple while your tongue laps at the other, “So good for me. Just like that.”

You graze your teeth against it, holding the nipple between them while you run then back and forth providing even pressure. She cries out, bucking into you again.

Sucking her nipple into your mouth hard, you let it fall with a wet pop. You smack your lips and grin at her. “Need something?”

Betty smirks, shifting underneath you to press her knee between your legs. Your smugness falls as you whimper shamelessly at the sensation, throbbing against her leg.

“I think you need something, love,” she grabs your ass with one hand while the other tugs your head back and you moan. “You’re far too fucking dressed for me right now.”

“Do something about it, then.”

Betty raises an eyebrow in question, licking her lips as she looks at you. She removes her hands from your ass and your hair, pushing you away from her with a shove to the chest. You cackle at her, climbing off of her to kneel up on the bed. You reach down to pull at the hem of your shirt but she swats at you, grabbing it herself.

She removes your shirt in a swift move as you raise your arms to help her. She wastes no time, grabbing the button of your jeans and popping it open. She wiggles them down your hips, revealing your underwear and she groans with a lip between her teeth.

“Look at you,” she drawls out, ripping your pant legs off of you one at a time until you’re free of them completely. She cups your center through your underwear, her eyes rolling into her head feeling how wet she made you. “My poor thing, I bet you’re aching. Let me take care of you.”

Betty pushes you back with two fingers to your shoulder. You fall down with a soft thud, but you lean up on your elbows to watch as Betty begins to peel off her clothes. She starts with the headband, wiggling it free from her curls and running her fingers through her hair. She leans over the bed to place it gently on the ground. As she sits back up, she shrugs out of her coat and shoves it to the floor. Then she lifts the top off, winking as her tits bounce up again once the shirt is removed. She tosses her shirt at you with a giggle, and pulls at the button to her pants.

“I'd normally opt to do a little strip tease,” she says slowly, popping the button, “But I need to feel you and need you to feel me. Maybe next time?”

The thought of being able to do this again has your brain fuzzy.

She drops her pants, lifting her legs out of them, and tosses them to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.

Betty lets your eyes wander, taking in every aspect of her curvy form. The way her hips swell, the soft tummy and the additional stretch marks across it and her thighs. She looks so soft and squeezable, someone you want to touch endlessly. Your hand trembles, reaching for her to do just that.

“Are you ready for me, lover?”

Your attention pulls back to her face and you nod, parting your legs as an open invitation. She crawls between them, wrapping her hands around your calves and starts kissing up your legs.

Your cunt aches as she settles with your legs over her shoulders. Betty nips at your inner thigh, sighing happily.

“You smell so good, baby,” she groans, pressing a kiss to your pussy through your soaked underwear, “I can't believe this is all for me.”

She rubs her nose into you, inhaling the scent of your arousal. The mass of fluffy, pink hair is all you can see above your crotch. You need her, need anything at the moment. Your hand inches away from your body, reaching out toward your bedside table on instinct. Betty doesn't notice at first, looking up at you through her lashes with a hunger in her eyes but stops as she snaps to find your wandering hand.

“No,” she growls, lifting away from your thigh to grab your hand. She pins it to the bed next to you both. “Don't bring Ben-Hwa into this. I know you use them often enough, but right now you're fucking mine.”

The possessiveness of Betty, the way her otherwise breathy, soft voice turns hard and raspy shouldn't turn you on, but it does. Your hips buck into empty space where she once was and she smirks.

“You like that, baby?” she teases, “You like the thought of me making you mine? That's what you deserve after all of those orgasms that tore through your body on me.”

You mewl a whimper, eyebrows pulling together while you buck your hips up again. She tucks your hand underneath your ass, patting you on the forearm, and wraps it over your thigh once more.

Betty sticks out her tongue and licks a broad, strong stroke at your core. You cry out, fisting at the sheets underneath you. She hums her laugh into your cunt as she licks again. Tasting you through your underwear alone has her desperate for more.

She rips your underwear to the side, unable to pull it off of your legs fast enough. She buries her tongue into your core and moans, frantically sucking and licking at every drop of your essence she can find.

“Holy shit, Betty,” you gasp, rocking into her mouth. Her eyes connect with yours and she winks. “I-I don't know how long I’ll last.”

Her tongue slips out of you and you whine in disappointment until she drags it through your folds. As the tip of her tongue grazes over your clit, you scream.

Betty’s fingernails dig into your thighs as she focuses on your clit. She draws lazy shapes across the swollen nerve bundle and you can only grind into her face. You fight to keep your eyes open, wanting to watch Betty as you tiptoe toward your orgasm.

She starts to write out letters over your clit, starting with a B. She spells out her name slowly, switching from holding her tongue flat against your cunt to teasing the tip of her tongue into your entrance.

As she finishes the Y of her name, she swirls her tongue over your clit for an O and drags it up and down, writing out a W. She follows it with an N and an S, you push all the letters together and clench at the realization she's spelling out that she owns you.

Where you anticipate another Y, there's a T.

Each stroke of her tongue against you is more torturous than the last.

You're panting, holding back the orgasm that threatens to send you into a spiral.

As she finishes the final letter, she slides her tongue into you and starts fucking you with it.

“Yes!” you cry out, hand in your own hair with your palm against your forehead while you ride her face. “I'm so close, Betty! Please, fuck, I'm gonna-.”

You scream her name again as she flicks her tongue into you in the exact spot you need, sending you head first into the waves of your pleasure.

You cum in her mouth and she moans with voracious approval at the taste of your juices, feeling your walls spasming around her tongue.

Betty keeps thrusting her tongue in and out of you until your orgasm slowly dissipates, leaving your body spent and practically vibrating. She presses a final opened mouth kiss over your clit, holding her nose in your pubic hair for a moment before pulling away entirely.

She sits up between your legs, grinning from ear to ear with your slick covering the lower half of her face. You let out an exhausted huff, covering your eyes with a hand.

“I can't believe my bed just fucked me senseless.”

Betty swipes the corner of her mouth, licking your cum off her thumb. “After everything you've done on me before? I can.”

You laugh, shifting the glasses on your face. Betty graciously settles next to you, watching over you with a pleased look.

“I think I've firmly staked my claim,” she scratches a single nail between your breasts, “I'm normally easy going when it comes to lovers, but something's different about you.”

You cough, sputtering with a laugh that came out wrong. It makes you feel like you're floating at Betty's words. You weren't ever sure you could be perceived as different or anyone that stood out, but Betty made you feel like you were.

She tweaks a nipple, bringing you back to her with a hiss. “Are you okay, sugar?”

“Yeah,” you say, waving her off as you shimmy closer to her on the bed, “Just started thinking a bit. So you said you've been here the whole time?”

She nods, propping her head up on her hand while she drapes her other arm over your abdomen.

“Since day one, sweetie.”

Betty has seen every side of you that you've brought out in this house since you bought it. You feel embarrassed at that, despite Betty gazing at you like you've hung the moon in the sky.

“That's cool. Well, I'm glad to be able to see you now.”

Betty laughs gently, “Me too, baby.”

She ushers you in to rest your head on her chest, which you eagerly do. She’s just as soft and inviting as you’d want, as you’d expect. Comforting and warm.

Your eyelids grow heavy and you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep when she squeezes you tight against her. “You can play around with everyone else in the house come tomorrow. But for now? You’re all mine.”

#Betty x Reader #Betty Date Everything #Date Everything #Date Everything Betty #Date Everything Betty x Reader #wlw x reader #lilithschosen #idfk what else to tag i never wrote smth like this before i needed the brainworms OUT #SHOUTOUT BETA FOR SPIRALING DOWN THIS WITH MEEEEEEEEEE #hehehehehe i'm not sorry #if you know me no you fucking DON'T

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juicerca · 1 month ago

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“scratch me instead,, ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

sylus x reader ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

MDNI

author note: this is a horribly, horribly self-indulgent fic idea i had for any who have eczema, or generally itchy skin with little scabs everywhere. my eczema has been sooooo annoying recently (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) so the mc kinda yaps (whines) a lot...

synopsis: sylus body worshipping you (🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️) after you finish getting out the shower.

content: cat-like behaviours from MC (purring, mewing), lots of kisses, bounded wrists by inappropriate usage of evol (to stop u from scratching!! not because he wants to bind you or anything... okay maybe a little...), penetration, a smidgen of cockwarming, soft!sylus, affirmations!!! the sex is soooooo slow, so many check ins, so much fluff, a little plot, will need to scroll for smut, reader is receiving!! but no genitalia specified (lots of lube instead kekekeke) :]

pet-names: kitten, sweetie, darling, love

word count: 2,8k !! the first 1.3k is just fluff tbh

the reader's gender or pronouns aren't specified so i hope all us eczema people can enjoy hehe.

₍^. .^₎⟆ ⋆ 🐾 °

every time you finished taking a shower, you had a little routine that sylus had started picking up on. it would first be to apply a moisturiser, and this special ointment that the doctors prescribed to you ( you swore it didn't work, but you didn't really have any alternatives ), before ending it with this 'bio-oil' that was meant to heal scars ( which at least it smelt nice even if it didn't work ).

sometimes you would ask him to buy products for you when your prescribed creams ran out, and sometimes he would get the privilege of applying it for you if you were a little too tired. he always delighted in being of use to you, and spending money on you was second nature to him.

after your shower, you sat down on the bed huffing and puffing as you slathered the cream onto your drying skin. sylus adjusted himself to sit up at your little sounds, looking up from his book of gun maintenance. a large hand softly held your arm as he nestled his nose into the nook of your shoulder. his robe was open (shameless) and he was wearing only his black boxers.

"are you running out of products? i can get you an unlimited supply if you decide to join the onychinus. i am a very generous boss, i'll have you know." he chuckled.

that beautiful, small, husky sound you would usually feel so much happier to hear. in truth, he would get boxes of your prescription even if you wouldn't join onychinus ( through illegal means if necessary ), if you would just tell him what to get.

usually you would just let it roll off your back and snort at him, but for some reason your skin had been extra irritable recently, and it was starting to get to you. it was obvious to sylus who had noted your sudden insistence on long sleeves, and the subtle scratching that turned into little slaps on the parts of your skin that were especially irritating you.

"i'm fine," you felt that was a bit snippy so you correct yourself, sighing a little, "thanks though..."

he tilted his head, pulling you in with his arm around your waist to lie against his broad chest.

"sweetie? is something the matter?"

"i don't know...it's stupid."

"it's not stupid if it regards you."

you teared up a little, before deciding to be honest and said this in one shaky breath,

"it's just...i keep bleeding on all the sheets and my skin is just so dry and flaky...and i have these scabs just everywhere. and you just have perfect skin...not to make this like a competition or anything it's just a bit like...i don't know... stupid. it's stupid."

you started scratching at your shoulders and arms, just irritated and frustrated. only feeling that tiny bit of reprieve when it started to sting and bleed.

he sat up properly, turning your body to face him and holding your hands gently to stop you from scratching.

"i could use my evol to heal these scabs over for now, if that's what you want...but personally," he kissed your knuckles, trailing his lips up your arms and then softly whispered against your bloodied scabs in that utterly honey-like voice that just pooled heat in your tummy, "these little scars of yours? i think they're cute, kitten. you've become your own scratching post, hm?"

"it's nothing that cute..." you blushed a little, and that rich laughter seeped out of him, oh so generously.

"shall i help you kick the habit?"

he suggested with a wide, foxy smile as he generously lathered his hands in cream, casually applying it for you.

"how would i do that?"

"why don't you let me show you a few tricks i have up my sleeve? it might not be a long-term fix...but it should make you feel better for the night. if you feel like scratching, you can use my back. a lot more surface area, hm?"

"that's not going to work."

he smiled, hearing a little sass in your voice always perked him up. knowing you weren't as upset as you were before made him feel so alive. after all, when you lived as you selfishly pleased his heart would sing.

"you'll still indulge me won't you?"

"mm...okay, sure." you replied, reaching to scratch the little scab on your arm.

hm.

your habit was more persistent than he realised.

he took your hands and held your wrists together gently. you could break away easily, but your own curiosity would be the end of you.

"kitten, would you like to try something? how about i keep your wrists together so you can't scratch? something like this."

he snapped his fingers, his evol forming a pair of cuffs around you that he could manipulate at will.

"nostalgic, no?" he chuckled and you couldn't help giggling as well.

"that evol linkage was a little miracle. i'm glad it happened."

his eyes softened,

"yes, i am too...you always were persistent, my love."

"how was that my fault? i didn't make the cuffs." you pouted, forgetting temporarily about your itchiness.

"well it certainly wasn't my fault. though i'd be willing to accept partial blame," he cocked an eyebrow with that smirk you came to grow so fond of, "so, my predator? would you be willing to be my captured prey for tonight?"

you hummed, wondering whether you should tease him further, but honestly you wanted someone to bind you from ruining your skin further so badly. and he was just the perfect person to do it.

"here," you pressed your wrists together in front of his face, and joked, "i offer myself to you. your prisoner for the night."

he tightened his evol around you so your wrists were practically glued together with an amused huff.

"i will cherish this. though, if i had it my way... you'd be my prisoner for a much longer time than just tonight..."

his hands reached for the bottle of lube kept in his drawer, slathering his hands just how he does when he applies your creams for you. something about his fingers and the way they curled so naturally was just utterly sinful.

he realised midst slicking up that you hadn't finished your little skincare routine and he freezed.

"sy?"

"sweetie...we didn't finish taking care of your skin."

"oh..."

"one second."

he undid the evol cuffs and went to wash his hands, before coming back and taking care of your skin with the utmost care. you really did feel like a masterpiece when under his hands. even utterly naked and vulnerable in front of him, sitting on your fluffy towel, you felt so safe and loved.

"you know what kitten?"

"hm?"

"you don't have to have perfect skin. you are enough. just the way you are. and not to mention you're the most breathtaking person i know, even with your marks you don't seem very fond of."

he talked with such sincerity. like every word was his last and all he wanted to remain in the world of him was his devotion to you.

"you shouldn't be ashamed of them, rather...these little scars are endearing. though you should be making use of me more often."

you heart panged with a tenderness only he could bring to you.

"use you?"

"yes," he chuckled, "buy more things with my account, make me apply your skincare products for you. anything. you should be more greedy."

his hands massaged your body so tenderly, cooling all of your heated itching points.

"you don't want enough from me, and it pains me... especially since i ask for so much of you, and want all of you...a little greed is good for your soul." he said with that lazy smile.

you could laugh at how untrue that was. sylus was always giving. so, so generous and it made you feel utterly spoiled.

"is that so?"

"i'd like to think i know quite a fair amount about your soul. trust me on this one darling."

he finished off with the oil, and then proceeded by pressing a kiss to each little scab and bloodspot on your skin. you giggled as his lips and nose brushed against your skin ever so lightly. like the brush of a feather on your skin.

your dove.

you ruffle his hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek in gratitude. he exhaled through his nose in amusement, thoroughly basking in your affections and giggles.

"if i get to kiss these every time you feel upset, i think these little scars of yours might be my favourite part of you now," he chuckled, "perhaps you should even invest in even more of them, so that i have even more to adorn in my adoration. to show you how grateful i am for everything that encompasses your existence."

he then linked your wrists behind your back.

"so allow me to pay my respects..." he gently parted your thighs and you invited him in almost immediately. shamelessly.

his large hand ran down your tummy, the red glint of desire stirring silently and with an intensity that stole your breath every time. he once again lubed his hands up, gently circling your entrance with his bony middle finger.

it was so slicked up that it slid in with ease, down to his knuckle. not enough to make you moan, but your mouth formed a small 'o' shape as it pushed against your plushy spot. his lips pressed up your collarbone to your neck, ending just below where your pulse point is.

"feel good sweetie?"

"mhm..."

"good..." he prodded at your tight hole with a second finger, "how about a second?"

"mhm, please..."

"oh wow...kitten has good manners, hm? don't worry...i'll make you feel as perfect as i see you tonight."

he slides in the second finger, stretching you open on his thick, slicked up digits. the sounds are obscene when he starts stirring your insides with them. pumping in and out against the rough texture, circling right on that spot that just made you feel so good.

"so clingy...you just won't let my fingers go..." he groaned softly with that smirk you loved to love, "not that i'd want to leave."

"mmh...more..." you breathily gasped, aching to feel him deep inside to dull this longing.

your arms burned with an urge to itch, you couldn't help it, but this was definitely helping. not to mention, no matter how much you thrashed, his evol held your hands firmly away from scratching territory.

"wanna forget everything but you sy..." he startled a little. you could tell by the way he jerked a little.

"...what a cute request. it would be unwise to decline such a generous offer." he scissored you wider, trying to prep you for the inevitable burning his girth would bring you.

he watched the way you mewled and rubbed your face against your own shoulder, knowing you had a little itchy spot there. he smiled. he couldn't help it. he found everything you did so cute.

"just a bit more kitten. you're being so good, doing so well..." his third digit edged in.

"feeling good? not too much?"

"...full but in a good way. like it. like you. your fingers feel good." you rambled, too horny to stop yourself. he groaned in response. pulling his boxers off with one hand, his pretty length revealed itself as he fisted it. pumping it slowly and with intent as he stared into your eyes.

"can't wait much longer kitten... need to feel you."

you rocked into his fingers in anticipation with a soft purr that sent blood straight to his cock. his fingers pulled out, a sticky string connecting them to your entrance before he licked them off. the stickiness sticking to his lips.

"reminds me of your birthday..." you said hazily and he grinned, a canine popping out so charmingly.

"is this the part where you kiss me then?"

you puckered your lips at him as if to invite him to do so and he chuckled, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. starving you of air as he hungrily devoured you, scouring your mouth with his tongue. the tip of his cock rubbed against your willing entrance, inching in ever so slowly. god, the burning stretch was always a surprise. he was just that thick.

"do your wrists hurt? want them up top?"

"mm..." you managed to groan out as your mind got deliriously full with thoughts of his cock.

"words, sweetie."

"up top. a little uncomfy."

his evol expertly manoeuvred your wrists above your head and he pinned them there, as his hands started to wander up your body. deciding to land on your chest where he thumbed your nipples.

"how's this?"

"goood..." you slurred out, rocking your hips against his still member. why wouldn't he just fuck you? always such a tease...

"look at my kitten purr... want more don't you?"

you nodded, whimpering and nuzzling into his neck.

"m'kay, let me ease it in...let me know if it's too much."

and when he finally bottomed out after what feels like centuries, you are so utterly blanked out and stuffed that you couldn't imagine the thought of him fucking you anymore. this was already so, so delicious on top of the masterful way he handled your body with those perfect hands of his.

your arms were around his neck, gripping at his hair as you whined about just how fucking full his cock made you feel.

"i can pull out." he teased and you hissed at him like a kitten being denied their meal.

"just...stay like this...for a second." you grunted and he complied ( typical ). he helped you onto his lap ( being the chair he was ), eliciting a soft mewl as it somehow sank his blunt head right into your needy spot. he just knew your body too well.

"ah..."

"don't rile me up sweetie... you know i can hardly resist your cute little sounds." he smiled against your skin, gently raking his fingers across your back in little scritches. meowing for him when he would scratch just right. your hips rolled into his, as the dull ache in your heat began to consume you into a burning desire for him to rail you into the bed.

but that just wasn't his style, if he could help it. sylus moaned into your ear at your needy rocking. despite asking for him to not move, you just couldn't help yourself could you?

"fuck...kitten... you want it? want me to fuck you good? want your sylus' cock to fill you up nice and properly?"

you whined in agreement and that was all he needed. he laid you down on the bed, propping your hips up with a pillow as his hands anchored on your hips. his cock dragged out slowly and it entered just as slowly. this slow motion drove you crazy as he repeated it over and over.

"this isn't enough..!" you sulked, kicking your legs petulantly into the sheets.

he chuckled.

"i suppose i did tell you to be greedier. you're a quick learner sweetie. very well, as my darling demands."

once his hips started picking up speed, the room resounded with the wet plap plap plap that echoed from your skin slapping against his. you squeaked when his evol moved your hands to his back, basically begging for you to scratch him and who are you to deny him? you grinded as much as you could on his hard cock with an insatiable appetite and he was only returning the favour after all...

you had orgasmed and came all over his cock several times by now, but he had shown no signs of slowing down. evil villain that he was, he did it all with such ease.

"i'm all the way...deep inside you," he pressed a hand on the slight bulge of your tummy, cooing with total reverence, "such a pretty kitty...taking my cock so well."

your hole leaked with white cream which he dragged out every time he thrusts. what a shame. he'd have to plug you up after filling you again.

"i'll cum so deep inside so you can feel me for days...maybe that'll distract you from your itching hm?" he chuckled. you tried to growl back, but it came out more as a pitiful moan.

"so sensitive...just can't stop cumming. can't even talk to me anymore? what a pity..." he moaned through a cocky grin, kissing your body endlessly, "don't worry, your limbs will be so weak you won't be able to scratch even if you want to."

and so, he insistently fucked you that night.

but, to be honest, you weren't in a mood to stop him.

your throat would be hoarse, your lower back aching and your hole would feel raw for a week after this, but you just couldn't bring yourself to care. it felt incredible and you just knew it meant you'd be pampered like royalty by your favourite person in the whole world.

"you're more than what you see in the mirror, my beloved... you are my entire meaning in this universe...and nothing will change that. and it definitely won't be affected by you bloodying my sheets because of your scabbed and scarred skin."

he whispered in your ear so tenderly as you curled up into his arms post-sex and post aftercare ( where he thoroughly cleaned you with his gentle hands, and even fed you chocolate-covered strawberries as you lazed around as his perfect kitten ). pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you drifted to sleep in complete comfort.

#love and deepspace sylus #sylus smut #sylus x mc #sylus x reader #l&ds sylus #lads sylus #sylus #love and deepspace #GWAAAAAAA SELF INDULGENCE #SYLUSSSSSSSS MARRRRRRY MEEEEEEEEEE #this fic for me specifically #getting so feral over this man its not funny #every time i see a picture of him i literally bite the air #like i just want to bite him so bad #might make a fic abt that #like why is he so GRRRRR i want him so badly

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