#l&d smut

[mwphisto]

As bold as Sylus is, I truly think he’d malfunction the second you initiate anything.

He wants you, he makes it very clear that he wants you.

But for you to want him? Something in his brain just short circuits. He’s putty in your hands, you swear his pupils are in the shape of hearts. You got him wrapped around your finger and he’s never been more excited.

Every suave comment, every confident smirk, all of it just falters, crumbles to pieces and leaves him breathless. Because how lucky is he for you to want him back?

He could personally thank every single star that guided you back to him. That despite everything, every horrid thing, you fell in love with him all over again.

You not only need him, but you so boldly want him.

“Why are you staring at me like that, kitten?” You had already plopped yourself in his lap, your self proclaimed throne. “Because I wanna kiss you.” It’s a gentle hum, your fingers surprisingly soft as they cup his cheeks.

“Because you…huh?” And there it is, the look in his eyes that screams disbelief. “I wanna make out with you, like really bad. Will you let me?” And you’re not trying to tease him, you’re not even being overly flirtatious.

You’re being devastatingly honest.

“…yes.” Because how could he ever say no? Why would he ever want to? It’s immediate, your lips melting into his, your hand holding his face as if it’s something precious.

Sylus swears he could pass out from the intensity of it. And yet, it’s not intense at all. It’s slow and deliberate, memorizing, even, as you kiss him like you’re trying to engrave every single molecule of him into your memory.

“I love you.” You gasp as you pull away for air, forehead pressing against his as he chases your lips. “I love you so much it physically hurts me. You know that?”

And he does, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing you say it. “Of course I know that. Because I love you just the same, maybe even more.”

I want to gobble him up. Love that pixel man to pieces it’s sickening that he’s not real and in my bed so I can snuggle him 🙄

[iwrite0]

Sylus Qin x Reader

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The fluorescent lights of your office hummed with a low, persistent buzz, a sterile backdrop to your solitary vigil. Sylus had set this room up for you—a quiet haven tucked away in the corner of the facility, equipped with everything you said you needed. At the time, you’d been grateful. Now, it felt more like a gilded cage.

The cursor on your screen blinked in time with your heartbeat—irregular, strained. Reports spilled across your desk in chaotic layers. You didn’t even know how long you’d been sitting there. Hours, easily. Maybe more. Your coffee had gone cold long ago, untouched since the last time you tried to remember what hunger felt like. The words in front of you blurred, melting into meaningless lines of data and responsibility. The back of your neck ached from leaning forward, your shoulders locked in a permanent hunch.

Outside, the N109 Zone was more quiet that usual.

A knock broke the silence.

You jumped.

Your throat was dry. “Come in,” you rasped.

The door opened quietly, and there he was, standing in the threshold like he had always belonged there, even in this moment of your unraveling. His expression, usually unreadable clinical, cool, shifted as he took you in.

The circles beneath your eyes. The tremor in your hands. The screen’s glow against your too-pale skin.

“Still here,” he said, his voice low, velvet-smooth, but not without bite. “I should’ve known.”

You looked away, ashamed.

He stepped inside without waiting for permission, the door closing behind him with a gentle click. The scent of him—clean ozone, a trace of something darker and magnetic—cut through the sterile air like a memory of warmth.

You tried to muster a smile. “Just a few more things,” you murmured. “I’m almost done.”

“Don’t lie,” he said quietly.

That startled you more than his entrance. There was no sharpness in the words—only certainty. Truth. The kind of statement that didn’t leave room for argument, not because it was cold… but because it was carefully honest. Because it was him.

Sylus moved closer, his steps deliberate, each one echoing in the silence like a metronome. He didn’t sit. Didn’t crouch. He simply stood beside your desk and looked down at you with that piercing gaze, but this time it wasn’t dissecting you. It was reading you. Seeing you.

“You look like you haven’t rested in days,” he said. His tone was clinical, but the concern behind it was unmistakable.

You shrugged, exhaustion pinning you down like gravity. “I just need to get through this. It’s due by morning.”

“And if you collapse before then?” he asked. “Who finishes it then?”

He reached for your coffee mug. He looked down at the cold contents, then placed it aside like it personally offended him.

“When did you last eat?” he asked.

“I… don’t know.”

Sylus’s jaw ticked.

“That’s what I thought.”

He reached forward without a word, closed your laptop.

“Hey—!” you protested weakly, reaching for it, but his hand intercepted yours mid-motion, catching your wrist gently, fingers closing around it with controlled strength. Not to hurt. Just to stop you. Just enough to make you look at him.

“No,” he said simply.

There was something in his eyes then, fierce, unwavering. A force of will so intense you felt your resistance waver before you even understood what was happening.

“You’ve done more than enough tonight,” he said, voice softening. “You’re not a machine. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself for not being one.”

“But the deadline—”

“I’ll handle it.”

You blinked at him.

“I’m not letting you break yourself over this,” he continued, his voice quieter now, more intimate. “I didn’t make you this little office to watch you waste away here and unravel.”

A long pause.

“Come with me. Now.”

There was no edge to his command—only something undeniable. The way Sylus always was: powerful, protective, absolute.

Still, your instinct resisted. You opened your mouth to protest again, but the words dissolved when his fingers slipped from your wrist to your hand. This time, he held it.

Not like a doctor. Not like a commander.

Like the man who had been quietly watching you destroy yourself and decided for the entirety of the you 'day off'

His hands were warm and steady.

“Come with me,” he said again, more gently this time. “Let me take care of you. Let me be here.”

Your breath caught.

He didn’t ask twice. He didn’t plead.

He just waited. Held your hand like it mattered. Like you mattered.

And maybe that’s what made you nod, slowly, allowing yourself to rise. The moment you stood, your knees wobbled, and he was already there, a firm hand at your waist, grounding you. Not making a show of it. Just there. Reliable. Like he always had been, in his own silent way.

You walked out the room together, his pace slow enough to match yours, his presence a shield against the cold corridors and buzzing silence.

Outside, the night felt different. Less like a wall. More like a possibility.

With Sylus at your side, you didn’t have to hold everything anymore. Not tonight.

And for the first time in far too long, you allowed yourself to breathe.

[n4nikeni]

And I hit it like it's all mine!

Pairing: Zayne x reader

“if your hands keep being mischievous i can show you how surgeons tie knots” "so why don't you show it to me doctor?”

That was the last thing you've heard from him before he put aside all his paperwork and documents to the side and placed you on top of his desk. He pulled your shirt up and threw it on the chair, he only needed three fingers to unhook your bra. His lips immediately latched on your nipples, sucking and biting on them, decorating your chest and neck with love-bites. Your hands made its way to his pants, tugging and trying your hardest to pull it down but you failed when he pinched your tit with his fingers. Your body jerked towards him

“Too desperate to get this cock inside your tiny hole? Is that it?”

You whimpered and looked at him, his smirk made you wetter than ever. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers just enough to pull his cock out, the tip was so pinkish and the precum was spreading on his mushroom head. "Spit" he demanded, you lean down and spit on his cockhead. His fingers rubbed the spit all over his cock. You couldn't really wait to have him deep inside you when he was groaning so deeply while stroking his pretty dick. “is that pretty hole ready to take me in baby?” he pulls down your shorts and move your panties to the side. His fingers rubbing on your folds, he slaps twice on your pussy. Your clit getting all the sharp stimulations from his palm. You whimper as he pushes his cock between your wet folds. Smearing your wetness all over his fat cock. Slowly going down and stopping at your entrance. He shoves it in slowly as your walls clench around his tip, he buries his face into your neck, biting on your soft skin while pushing his dick in deeper until he bottoms out. His fingers dig in your waist and brings you closer to him. He lets you adjust to his size for a while until you let out a broken “p—please move..ngh!” you can feel his lips curl up as you say that. he starts thrusting in and out, rolling his hips in a circular motion to hit every spot. You could feel his tip hitting your cervix. You screamed out in pleasure and zayne quickly shushed you with a kiss. Pulling away after you stop being so loud “Dont let out such sultry noises, you don't want others to hear you crying for my cock now do you?” he grins and thrusts in harder if that was even possible. His speed remained unchanged as he went in and out fast enough to kick out all the thoughts from your dummy head !

He was close and you were too, his hips stuttered as his thrusts weren't as rhythmic as before. “ready to take my cum in? Wan’ me to fill you up and give you my kids? Yeah?” You just nodded as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You pulled him closer by his tie and kissed him. It was such a messy kiss, he was sucking on your tongue as your and his saliva mixed together. He was very close, his hips rolled deep inside you one last time as he shot hot ropes of his cum deep inside you, filling your womb to the brim.

He's catching his breath while gently thrusting in as you cum after him. He keeps himself inside until he's fully soft. Pulling out and making you feel all empty :(

“That's how you tie the perfect knot my love”

[lovegasmic]

 ✰ secrety meeting up with Caleb at the Farspace Fleet base to hookup, call it a bootycall or whatever, but that man is needy.

the way his eyes almost roll back and cock twitches within your pussy as you ride him says enough, jaw slacked and panting on your shoulder. fuck, you feel so fucking good, you’re squeezing him so nice, so snugly that poor Caleb can’t help and start almost whining, the sound a bit choked from how hard your ass slaps on his thighs and your pussy lips squeeze the cream coated base of his veiny cock. “you have to be quiet” you purr on his ear, accompanied by a little nibble on the lobe to which Caleb’s hips stutter into your cunt in return.

he is almost brainless, squeezing your hips and waist to pull you even closer, pushing his cock as deep as possible, even unable to remember what the hell you said. but, the whining grows louder, Caleb is such a mess now, giving you no other option than shoving your panties into his mouth to muffle those sounds, who could have thought that your cute boyfriend would wrap his tongue around the damp fabric where your pussy was at, and that would be the trigger for an intense orgasm as deep as possible into your waiting hole.

[swanlikely]

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Author's Note: here’s your filth, my raf girlies. don’t say i don’t feed you <33 Please Check Out The Artist! (Artist & Original Post)

Shower Sex is a MUST with Rafayel. He loves the way water sticks to your skin, tracing every curve he’s already memorized. It's art. He watches you stroke him with a sloppy rhythm, lips ajar, eyes glazed. One of his hands holds the back of your head, while he kisses you deep, cock twitching in your palm. He doesn't speak, just groans low in his chest as you wring a moan out of him. 🐚

I will say this until the day I die: Rafayel is the pussy-eating king. That man lives, breathes, and survives off your pussy. He’ll cancel plans, skip meals, and reschedule entire exhibitions just to spend the afternoon face-first between your thighs. 🐚

Thigh-highs, lace, ribbons—Rafayel’s got a problem. You walk in wearing something sheer and frilly and this man is already on his knees, murmuring something about “divine inspiration” while kissing up your inner thigh. He’s an artist, yes, but he’s also just a man completely obsessed with how lingerie clings to your body. 🐚

Rafayel’s fucking you in a storage room ten minutes after his exhibition ends. You barely locked the door before he had you pulling over a crate, whining into your neck like he hadn’t just been charming a room full of patrons. “You were just so pretty today, Miss Bodyguard,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “I couldn’t help myself.” 🐚

Don’t let the eye rolls and sass fool you; Rafayel loves when you stroke him clumsily, lazy, cruel. He acts bored at first, like he’s indulging you, until his breathing hitches and his thighs start to tense. His hands flex like he doesn’t know where to put them; on you, in his hair, clawing at restraint. He's so pretty like this. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he mutters, already halfway gone. But he doesn’t tell you to stop. 🐚

[justforzayne]

the hottest thing a man can do is wear an analog watch

[xavistarlight]

You’re my problem

Xavier has an ass problem

He’d started to notice when you’d walk by his desk at the hunters association before you were dating his bright eyes smiling at you, as they traveled downward to your ass.. his eyes flicker with guilt he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help it , pillowy softness in front of him your ass slightly eating the fabric of your pants.

One day you two finally gave into the romantic tension after a mission your eyes lingering on his lips reaching in for a kiss, he wraps around you hands making there way to grab a handful of your ass cheek it was just natural.

God don’t get him started on when you’d come to bed with nothing but his oversized T-shirt and a thong. All of a sudden the meek and mild prince was a feral animal.

It was pretty obvious why he was obsessed with giving you backshots right he absolutely loved seeing your ass ripple around his cock with every thrust, caressing it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

And when you two were finally done as you’re all full and leaky of him just as you should be he’d leave one big wet kiss on your ass, tiredly making his way to lay on your perfectly cushioned tits god he could talk about your tits all day and as that thought crosses his mind he realizes..

This isn’t an ass problem this isn’t a tit problem .. this is a you problem he’s obsessed with YOU.

Xavier has an ass problem

Xavier has a you problem ✓

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[carrotbeetrootjuice]

Here's my take on writing you and the lads men's hot make-out session being interrupted.

Rafayel->

You and Rafayel were tangled on the bed,kissing hungrily,hands roaming in places that were once considered private and untouchable.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth,desperately and frantically hoping to go deeper and deeper,savouring and tasting every corner of you.

His fingers found it's way to your undergarments and he ripped it out without hesitation.As you laid under him,bare and vulnerable,he dropped to all fours,his eyes dark and full of lust until...you heard a "toot" and the stench hit you.

He froze,still on his hands and knees,and his face and lil' ears turned red.You pressed your hands against your mouth but ended up bursting into laughter and shook uncontrollably.He fell on his back and nudged your ribs,pouting,"Stop laughing!"

Sylus->

It was 18th April,the day this divinity of a man was birthed.And god....you were going to show this man how much worshiped him today.You put on your sexiest and most extravagant lingerie,with holes that revealed your skin and teased the eyes of your lover.THAT you bought with Sylus' card of course

Your legs wrapped around his waist,hands cradling his head and hungry to get enough of him.Sylus ran his hands up and down your thigh,unwilling to break the kiss to take a breath.Sylus turned around and threw you on the bed,ready to strip.

That's when...you heard the floorboards creaked and there were breathing coming from the corner of the room.Two figures standing in the room in the dark.When you flicked the light switch,the whole room illuminated and the twins just stood there,shell-shocked,with confettis and a "Happy Birthday Boss!" banner in their hands.

Zayne->

You were straddling Zayne,chin resting on the nook of his neck,peppering kisses on his collarbone and his jaw.He inhaled sharply,trying to keep his cool while fingers hovering over the keyboard,trying to fill up a patient's form.

His face was hot,his groin was exceptionally hard and his heart rate was going surprisingly fast.He wants to manhandle you right here and right now but he's aware that he was still in the office.

Finally you kissed the corner of his lips and his mask of professional composure cracked.He cupped your cheeks and gobbled you up like a starved man.His tongue fought through your lips,determined to find your tongue.He grunted deeply,pressing his face closer to you as if you were not already close enough.

His index finger hooked onto the waistband of your jeans,ready to yank it off when the doorknob rattled...Zayne jumped out of his swivel chair,holding his breath."Dr.Zayne?"a voice called from behind the door.

Thank god the door was locked.

Xavier->

He pinned you up against the wall,arms wrapping around your waist.His face was red and hot,the glimmer in his eyes were replaced by something darker but somehow heavy with exhaustion as well.

"So do you prefer me or Lumiere?"his hand shifted dangerously close to your core and your breath hitched,"does Lumiere make you feel this way?"

With that,he spun you around suddenly and pressed his lips against yours,slowly snaking down to the crook of your neck,and he sucked on your skin,a wet schlup echoed as his lips left your neck,leaving a purple mark.Slowly,he got down on his knees and leveled with your abdomen,lips hovering above your core,teasing you.

Consumed by lust,you pulled him up and pushed him onto the couch.You turned away,unzipping your pants and untying the knot on the back of your summer top.When you stood there bare,you smirked and turned back around,only to be met by soft snores.His eyelashes fluttered,mouth agape and hair ruffled messily.

"Seriously?"

Caleb->

GUYS IM SRY BUT CALEB IS JS SO HORNY AND I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING THAT CAN STOP HIM FROM WTV HIS ABT TO DO TO YOU.No interruptions,just sex.No matter where you guys are and who's right there with y'all,once he sets his mind on sth he gets it.It would be like...

You're leaning against the counter,doing the dishes.It was Thanksgiving and you decided to bring Caleb home.Hands occupied,one holding the sponge and another holding the plate.Caleb sneaked up from behind and groped you.

"Caleb!"

"Hi pips.I miss you.I miss missssss youuuuu."

You whipped your head around and side-eyed him,giving him the "don't you dare,my parents are here"look.But he didn't care,he had registered none of it.His hands just dropped down closer to the hem of your dress,hands grabbing the chunk of flesh from your inner thigh.You let out a soft moan and he pressed his thumb into your mouth,"Bite on it pips,you won't want to cause a commotion."

His fingers reached the elastic of the leg openings of your underwear and he started tracing it and tugging on it.And finally two of his fingers slipped through the openings.First his finger traced along your slick folds and then it slowly made its way to your bud of nerves.He started off slow and steady,circling around the bud,hot air breathing against your neck,"feel good,pips?"

Just when you were about to let out a stifled moan,your parents voices grew louder as they entered the kitchen.You squirmed around the man encasing you,desperate for him to stop this freak behaviour but no,he kept his fingers there and the motion around that spot intensified,growing faster and firmer.

[mwphisto]

Having the energy to do a whole post-shower routine makes you feel 10x sexier than normal.

Not only had you been able to complete a full-everything show routine, but you were able to complete your entire post shower routine. Body oil, body balm, body lotion, some roll on perfume oil, some hair mist.

You smelt like a warm, gooey vanilla cake fresh out of the oven. Buttercream frosting melting on top. With the way your skin was shining and oh so soft, you couldn’t help but prance around your bedroom as you got your pjs on.

You’d do skin and hair care next before getting cozy in bed. He was working late after all, so he couldn’t possibly distract you from your tedious self-care.

Still, your lips curled into a smile at the treat he’d find when he got home. The treat being you in all your great smelling, freshly exfoliated, glowy skin, moisturized glory.

It’s not until hours later that your lover returns home, body sore but footsteps light. He knows you’re asleep, and the last thing he’d want is to disturb you. It’s not a surprise that he holds his breath when pushing open the bedroom door.

Except, the air leaves his lungs in a rush as he quickly inhales it back. The room smells divine, yet he can’t find any sort of candle lit. So, he moves in closer, letting his nose guide him closer and closer until… Oh. Oh. It’s you.

His knees feel weak, he wants nothing more than to collapse on top of you and smother the life out of you. To nuzzle his nose into your skin and inhale all the yummy goodness that it offers.

You’ve left him with a watering mouth and the insatiable urge for a sweet he cannot get without waking you.

Oops, another one where I don’t specify the love interest…

[iwrite0]

"You work too hard"

Caleb Xia a MC! Reader

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The clock blinked 2:12 AM in soft, accusatory red digits.

Your eyes stung from the blue glow of the laptop, fingers paused mid-keystroke, trembling slightly from the caffeine and sheer exhaustion. You’d told yourself—just one more hour, just one more report, just one more damn thing—until hours slipped like sand through your hands.

You barely noticed when the door creaked open. But you felt him—Caleb’s presence was like gravity, heavy and calm, standing behind you long enough for silence to become a weight on your shoulders.

“You're still at it?” he asked quietly, voice a low hum, dangerous in the way thunder warned of the storm.

You didn’t look back. “Deadlines don’t wait, Caleb.”

You heard the shift in his breath before the sound of your laptop lid snapping shut made you flinch.

“Neither does your body,” he said. “Or your sanity.”

You turned around fast, frustration bubbling up. “I’m fine. I’m just tired, and I’ll sleep when—”

Caleb stepped forward, closing the space between you in two long strides. “You’ve been ‘just tired’ for a week. You’re running on fumes and espresso, pips.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he caught your chin between his fingers, tipping your face up to meet his eyes.

“You forget I know you,” he whispered, softer now, his thumb brushing beneath your eye. “I know what it looks like when you're lying to everyone... and when you're lying to yourself.”

Something in you cracked open.

Not enough to cry.

Just enough to fall into him.

He caught you instantly, hands slipping to your waist, grounding you with that familiar, unshakable strength. He didn’t say anything for a long minute, just held you close, letting your forehead rest against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear.

“Let me take care of you for a little while,” he murmured, lips against your temple.

You nodded, barely audible. “Please.”

That was all it took.

In the next breath, he scooped you up—laptop forgotten, deadlines be damned—and carried you to the bedroom like it was a promise. He laid you down gently on the mattress, but the look in his eyes as he hovered over you?

Not so gentle.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” he said as his hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt. “You don’t have to break yourself to prove anything.”

His touch was reverent, but purposeful—calloused hands tracing fire over your skin, lips following the trail like a prayer. The kiss he pressed to your collarbone wasn’t rushed, but full of intent.

“I want you soft,” he breathed, tugging your shirt over your head. “I want you to melt for me.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers found your thighs, pulling you closer. “You’ve been so tense. Let me undo you.”

“Caleb—”

He kissed you like an answer. Like a vow. His mouth was warm and sweet, but demanding. You couldn’t think anymore—not about work, or pressure, or exhaustion—just him. His weight, his heat, his voice in your ear as he slowly, carefully, thoroughly reminded you how to feel.

When you finally unraveled in his arms, there was nothing left but the rise and fall of your breath, and the way he pulled you close after—arms wrapped around your waist like you were the most important deadline he’d ever meet.

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The room had quieted, but not stilled. Caleb’s body above yours radiated heat like a fire just beginning to catch. You lay there, your shirt somewhere on the floor, his mouth tracing the line of your jaw with the kind of focus that made your stomach flutter.

“You’ve been burning yourself out,” he murmured, voice rougher now, darker. “Now you’re mine. No distractions. No excuses.”

He tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to his, and held you there like a tether. “Say it,” he breathed.

“…I’m yours.”

The words fell from your lips shaky but real—and the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes nearly made your thighs clench.

“Good.” He kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping against yours slowly, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you. His hands moved with the same intention—one sliding up your side to palm your breast through your bra, the other tracing slow circles on your hip, grounding and possessive.

You gasped as his thumb brushed over your nipple. “Caleb—”

“Shh, I know, I know pips” he soothed, then leaned down to press a warm kiss to the swell of your chest. “I know exactly what you need.”

He undid your bra with one practiced flick and discarded it like it offended him. His lips followed instantly, wrapping around your nipple while his hand continued its slow descent. You arched into him, the friction of his mouth and his hand enough to make you gasp again—but he didn’t speed up. If anything, he slowed down.

“No rushing,” he said between kisses. “Not tonight.”

Your breath hitched when he slipped his fingers into your waistband and tugged your bottoms down your thighs. You were bare to him now, laid out and soft under his gaze, but he looked at you like you were something sacred.

“Touch me,” you whispered, voice raw with need.

His eyes darkened. “I am touching you,” he said, low and pointed, his fingers sliding between your thighs now, teasing over your folds—just enough pressure to make you whimper.

“But I want—”

He cut you off with a sharp kiss, biting your lower lip gently before pulling back.

“You don’t tell me what you want tonight,” he said softly, pressing one finger inside you in one slow, deep motion that made your hips jerk. “You take what I give you.”

Your head dropped back against the pillow, a broken sound spilling from your throat.

He watched every twitch of your body, curling his fingers just right, lips back on your breast as you gasped and writhed under his touch. He built you up carefully, deliberately—like you were a song he knew by heart, one he was determined to play from start to finish with no wrong notes.

And when he finally slid his cock between your legs, thick and hard and slow as he thrusted into you, he rested his forehead rested against yours.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, voice shaking now. “So fucking good for me.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he started to move—slow, deep thrusts that had you clawing at his back for more, even as he held you down.

He didn't let you rush. Every time you bucked your hips or begged for faster, he pinned your wrists down beside your head, kissed you until your breath caught, and reminded you:

“You’ve given me control, baby. Let me take care of you.”

And he did. He fucked you like worship, like discipline, like medicine.

You he finally le you cum you were trembling under him with a sob in your throat. And he didn’t stop—not until he followed you over the edge, burying his face in your neck and moaning your name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

After, you lay tangled in his arms, his breath soft against your shoulder.

[n4nikeni]

so theres this line where zayne goes "if your hands keep being mischievous i can show you how surgeons tie knots" what if u wrote a little ficlet/drabble or whatever u feel about him doing. exactly. that.

(zayne brainrot is real and bad)

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[gabbytbll]

SYLUS HEADCANONS Pt 2

SFW! AND NSFW!!!!

Part 1 masterlist 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

Love and deep space💫

Authors note: it's definitely not gonna be as good since I can't find my computer😭 so I'm stuck with my phone and I'm very limited so I hope you like it!!!! Also sylus is going to be OOC!

MDNIII!!!!!

Warnings!!:Spit kink, Cockring, Cock warming, possessive sylus!!, passing out, Chains, Wax play, Anal Penetration, Teasing, Big dick sylus!!, Dick piercing, Sex toys, P in V, Voyeurism, Eye contact, Gagging, Breath play, Humiliation.

SFW!

• He loves to take you to the gym to show off his muscles and abilities.

• He loves to randomly show up to your work with some food or just to randomly pick you up and take you home (even tho you can he insist).

• He's the type of guy that threatens your boss for over working you!

• He loves to just be around you even while he's doing his work, or just sitting there and staring at you!

• He hates when you and the twins plot a prank against him he thinks it's childish (but he loves it).

•He thinks it's funny when you get scared of a bug but he still kills it for you while giggling like a child.

•He does not get along with your coworkers, he thinks they are weak and do not deserve your time!

•He likes to think he owns you because you do everything with him and I mean everything.

•He buys you everything even tho you might not like it, you tell him something looks nice and next thing you know it's yours!

• He buys you a bike like his, even tho you don't know how to drive it or if you do know how to drive it he will still have so much fun!

NSFW AHEAD!!! MDNIII!!

Sexual content be advised

NSFW

°When the both of you are having intercourse he loves to grab your face and make your mouth open so he can spit on you or in your mouth.

°He loves to tie chains around your hands to make it more spicy in bed (plus he thinks it's better than hand cuffs because he can grab a hold of it better to pull you back on his dick!)

° He has the ball gag next to his bed in his drawer(which you didn't know about) he randomly puts it on you when your being too much of a brat!

°He loves how you sound as you have the ball gag in your mouth he likes to think it looks cute on you!

°Sometimes when he's feeling more freaky then usual he will let a candle burn on the nightstand to use it on you.

°He loves watching the wax roll down your chest or your thighs,stomach,etc he thinks it's hot.

°He likes when you try to make him submit(aka putting a Cock ring on him) he uses it against you in ways you didnt expect.

°He will make you cock warm him if you put a cock ring on him in his mind he thinks if I suffer then you suffer, he loves how you get desperate for him to move.

°Since he loves to randomly surprise you by showing up where ever you are he has caught you masturbating multiple times so he just sits there watching you unnoticed while hard.

°He never had a dick piercing but he heard you talking about it with one of your friends and saying how pleasing it might be, the next day he got a frenum piercing (but he was sad he couldn't have sex with you for a while to let it heal)

°While he's fucking you he loves to choke you hard enough to where your face gets red while he makes you stare into his eyes (he does this rarely just when he's in a bad mood and needs to let off steam).

°He left a vibrator in your pussy when you and him tried anal for the first time to make it more pleasant for you!

°He likes to call you names in bed like slut,whore,my fuck toy,etc.

°When he's about to fuck you, he loves to tease you by slowly pushing his tip in your pussy and just pull out when you make a sound.

°One time after you and sylus had 5 rounds you passed out in the middle of him fucking you because it was to much for you to handle.

Well I hope you like it! I kinda rushed it to

But please give feedback and make sure you like and comment I appreciate it!!💫

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[sylus-left-big-toe]

The way Rafayel nonchalantly swung an arm around you made your breath hitch in your throat and blood rush to your cheeks.

"What's up, buttercup?" Rafayel quipped when he realised you had tensed under his touch. You chuckled ever so softly and raised your lips to meet his chin, which in turn made Rafayel lose his composure. He became acutely aware of your size difference and his pupils dilated at the sight of your tongue licking your pretty pink lips.

"Even though there's no one here... If you try anything, I'll scream." Rafayel lowered his head so he could whisper into your ear through gritted teeth. His breathing quickened and his red ears betrayed him.

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[justforzayne]

hUHHHH CUT THE CAMERAS

this reminds me of this part from “Unreturned Traveler”… FREAKS 🫵🏼

[dpspcehntr]

Touch Me

Xavier x Reader

Sometimes all you need it someone else’s touch to feel better.

Warnings: fingering (f receiving), squirting, P in V, creampie

A/N: This randomly came to me as I was having quite a difficult night and I just needed to write something. I hope you enjoy this and as always reblogs are deeply appreciated.

“I need you Xavier. I need you so badly.”

You pepper his skin with kisses as his fingers trace tight circles around your clothes clit leaving a wet spot in your already ruined underwear. Your lips hover at the corner of his as his finger slips underneath the fabric to drag a finger in your wetness. You whine as he pushes two fingers into you. You can barely hold on as your release builds up quickly with his brutal pace. He captures your lips in his as he moans at the way you greedily suck in his fingers.

“You’re so tight, fuck you feel so good.”

He presses a third finger into you as the coil in your stomach snaps. You gush all over his fingers and your underwear as he continues to press into you. You cling onto him as he builds up another orgasm within you. You cry out as tears sit in the corner of your eyes. It feels so good, almost too good. The overstimulation sends you quickly into your next release as he hums approvingly on your skin. He pulls out his fingers with a pop as he lays you down fully onto the bed. He climbs on top of you and makes quick work of your underwear. You pull up your shirt so he can see your chest as he rids himself of his bottoms. You watch as his length lines up with your entrance, already hard and red at the tip. Before he can ask you nod feverishly which earns you a chuckle from him. He pushes the entirety of himself deep inside you with a hiss. You’re so tight, gripping him for dear life as he bottoms out. He sets a slow pace, making sure you feel every once thrust in and out of you. You whine and beg for him to go faster but he keeps his pace, showering you in praises.

“You’re doing so well for me. Just a little longer.”

All rational thought has long since left you and you whimper and beg for him as he slowly increases his pace. He grips your hips as he thrusts deep and hard into you, now chasing his own high. You reach out for him and pull him into a deep kiss as his thrusts get more and more erratic. You beg for him to cum inside you as his release comes quickly. You feel yourself fluttering around him, holding off your next release for him. His self control snaps as his high reaches him, planting his seed deep inside you. You clench down on him hard as your release follows suit. He cries out as he pumps the last of his load inside you. It’s not enough, he’s still hard as he picks up the pace once again for another round.

[glimmerfics]

In this twisted, dark romance Choose-Your-Own-Adventure, every choice you make brings you closer to desire or danger. Either way, Xavier always gets what he wants, even if its you.

📖 Episode 1 of 3 🎮 interactive fanfic "He found Me First." by @florexyy 🔗 link to play: https://glimmerfics.com/stories/b0c89cea-he-found-me-first