mybelovedsylus

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I got the sweet bitterness call from sylus and man am I down bad for this man who's totally not at all jealous

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HELLLP I didn't even notice....the scene moved so quick....I...

thanks to twitter kittens for pointing this out🙌🏻🙌🏻

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I know I know, I fell off the face of the earth. But I’m somewhat back. I have a birthday coming up so I probably will blip in and out today, but I plan to be back more regularly soon. That being said, I saw this card and I have a dirty mind and I had to. Now I know, everyone always says they want fluff and why is there so much smut in this fandom? But based on the notes I get, y’all are saying one thing and want another… Which means I’m taking the fluffy birthday card that I’ve watched a few times, and I’m adding birthday sex. Try and stop me. Let’s be real though it's still fluffy. Warnings are slight exhibitionism and pretty much fully clothed sex. Minors, there’s the door, see you at the next fluffy post. As always, it’s not edited or proofread. It is what it is.

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“Sweet?" He asked with his soft grin. I was momentarily struck dumb by the size of it. While I loved every side of this man, this side- the one reserved just for me was one of my absolute favorites. It didn’t hurt that he also was managing my entire weight with one arm, watching with rapt fascination as I sucked the maple syrup off my finger.

“Why don’t you try it for yourself?” was the best I could come up with as I lifted my hand to his mouth and dragged my middle finger coated in syrup across his mouth. My own mouth fell open, a mirror I’m sure, of the movement of his tongue as it drifted across his lower lip. My hands instinctively reached up to either side of his face and like a magnet or like being drawn to a beacon I was leaning down. I all but dragged him to me, as I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and drew my tongue along the same path his had just traced.

I swallowed his groan, dropping my hands so I could throw my arm around his neck and pulled him even closer. Despite the fact that I was perched side saddle on his arm, it still wasn’t close enough. I pushed in closer to him as he dragged his tongue over my top lip, licking into my mouth as I whimpered.

“Hold on,” he grunted, pulling back so he could swing me around so my legs rested on either side of his waist, and then he dove back in like a man starved. He took full advantage of my gasp of surprise as my back hit the tree. He tasted sweet like the coffee we had just enjoyed together, but also mixed with his usual smoky flavor, and I think in that moment I knew what it was to be addicted.

When it became impossible to avoid needing air, I eased my lips up the side of his neck, placing butterfly kisses wherever I could reach. Fuck, I was so into this man. Every sweet moment together just further solidified his carved out hollow in my heart, but also his brutal side did too, there was no part of this man that did not attract me like a moth to a flame.

“Wait, wait, put me down” I gasped, smacking lightly on his shoulders in a half assed attempt to get him to move from where he was sucking bruises into the space where my neck met my shoulder. He pulled back and I’m sure my smile looked crazed as I looked at his blown out pupils and the dumbstruck expression on his face.

“What?”

I laughed as I lightly smacked his shoulder again and repeated myself. Even as my feet touched down, I dragged his lips to mine once more, unable to resist. I took a step back needing the moment to clear my head, and question if I was really going to follow through with this. Looking at the blatant yearning that shone in his eyes – fuck yeah I was.

“Lay back down,” I told him, my teeth worrying my bottom lip, but my smile was pulling to the point of pain in my cheeks as he slowly complied. It was evident his mind was still clouded, but I’m sure he could get on board with the change soon enough.

As soon as he was settled, I perched myself back on him like I had been just a minute before. Although this was going to be a far cry from the playful drumming on his stomach.

“Déjà vu?”

“Not quite, more like a birthday treat,” I told him innocently, leaning down to press a soft chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. His hand gripped the back of my head and moved me slightly so that he could plunder my mouth again. As I sucked his tongue, my hands drifted to his belt, quickly undoing them as I unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the zipper down. He made a sharp gasp, and pulled the hair at the nape of my neck to drag my head back and create space between our mouths.

“Just what are you up to, kitten?” he questioned, his eyebrow flicking up slightly in a way that had me flashing him a lovesick grin.

“You haven’t heard of birthday sex?”

I think I broke him.

He looked at me like I was both an alien, and someone who had hung the moon. I couldn’t contain the giggle as I resumed my work, my hands dragging his boxers down just enough to let his engorged erection out. I lightly traced the larger veins along the top with my thumb until I reached the head, collecting the small bead of precum. With my eyes locked on him, I sucked said thumb into my mouth and acted much like I had with the fresh maple.

I raised on my knees a little, and held my skirt up with one hand so he could get an uninterrupted view of my other hand pulling my underwear to the side as I dragged his cock through my wet folds, before notching the head of his cock at my entrance. I had never been so turned on in my life, and most of it had to do with the heated gaze glued to where I was slowly sinking down on him.

“Fuck, I forget how big you are,” I gasped as I lifted up a bit only to sink down another inch. I worked that way until I was firmly seated in his lap. Only then did I drop the skirt, and obscure his view. His hands grasped my hips to the point of bruising, and honestly it thrilled me.

“You’re so tight, shit. If this is how I die this was the best birthday yet.”

I huffed out a laugh, and dragged my fingers through his hair as I lifted my hips up, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood to suppress the moan that wanted out as I felt the drag of him along my sensitive walls. The slam back down had him holding back his own sounds and his hands fluttering on my sides.

“Well there will be no dying, and hopefully no getting arrested, so we’re going to make this quick and then you can take your time with this part of your gift back at the base,” I muttered into his ear as a warning. I pulled his earlobe between my teeth and dragged my hands down his chest as I moved to give him another deep kiss before I sat back up. I looked each direction to make sure we were still alone in our little patch of heaven. Perfect.

“Fuuuuuuck, I’m definitely – dying – right–  here,” Sylus moaned as I bucked up and down. My hands were clenched, resting on his chest as I pistoned my hips on his, bottoming out every time I dropped.

“Shit, yes, you’re so fucking wet, listen to the sounds we’re making together, the best music I’ve ever heard,” he mumbled. He was right, with only the rustling of leaves on the breeze the wet squelch and slap of skin was obscene. I had to lean forward and use his chest to silence my moans.

“Sy, I need more,” I whimpered, dragging my mouth back to his in a sloppy kiss. Using the hands at my waist, he helped to lift and pull me back down, his hips rising on the downward thrust to set a bruising pace that was sure to leave my pussy molded to his shape. My mouth fell open on a silent scream as he kept that speed.

“I can’t wait to watch you walk out of here knowing you’re dripping with my cum. Think you can make it to the car before it makes it past the hem of your skirt?”

“Holy shit, Sy,” I gasped out biting his shoulder. I just know I gave myself away though because I could feel myself clench at his filthy words and the taboo idea.

“I’m so close baby, touch yourself please, lift the skirt so I can see,” he all but begged and I was quick to oblige and sit back, wanting to fall off that edge with him. His hazy eyes were locked on where I was circling my clit, and where his soaked length was disappearing inside me. With one last curse and a grunt of my name he slammed as far into me as he could physically get, and I could feel as he pulsed, coating my inner walls and I had to bite down on my hand to stop a scream as I joined him.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered curses over and over as we both came down, the final clenches of my orgasm sucking every last part of his soul out of his body. He slumped back boneless into the grass as I let my skirt fall and I fell down on his chest sucking in a deep lungful of air. We stayed like that until he softened and slipped from my body. I helped tuck him back in and redid his pants and belt before I finally stood.

“Wait,” he whispered as his hand gripped the back of my upper thigh. He lifted my skirt a bit and his eyes went molten as he saw the mess of pearly white fluid slowly dripping from me. He dragged his hand up, his thumb gathering what had escaped and he used it to circle my clit as I squeaked.

“Sy, home first, then you can have your birthday present as many times as you want,” I’m pretty sure I was pleading at that point, not because I necessarily wanted him to stop, but because I never wanted him to and I needed somewhere where we were safe to get lost in each other for hours.

He huffed but moved my underwear back into place, giving a light slap over my abused cunt that had me jumping. His laughter rang out through the area and I couldn’t stop the smile that split my lips as I offered him a hand.

“Happy Birthday Sylus.”

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Also I will be back to writing soon! It's been a month but I have lots of ideas swirling around but please let me know if there's something specific you'd like to see!

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Ya girl has been waiting for this one. Sy and I have birthdays one day apart so I was beyond ready for this event 😆

Also writing will return soon! I know I fell off the face of the earth but I will be back soon

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nightplumes🤝🏻 magnum opus (having sylus as peak loverboy)

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This new sylus card has me giggling and kicking my feet for real. What a softie. I love him.

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"His gaze softened"

his eyes never fail to make me melt🥺🥺

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Sorry y'all. Good news is today I've had a caleb fic idea swirling in my head (not the angsty whatever mess my last sylus one was) so I'll probably be mia still til the weekend but then I hope to get that out for ya

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My Sylus jewelry arrived and I'm obsessed. May have to get a few pieces from the other men now...

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Every now and then I remember I had a cricut phase in 2020- so I made a grumpy crow plush in illustrator and now I have somewhat subtle merch

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Sorry I've been MIA, my grandma passed, so it's been a lot of dealing with that. That being said, I wanted to write but I lack the capacity for the usual cute shit currently. So instead, I explored the secret third option ending for Sylus as a praedator - what if you didn't shoot him, but rather he succeeded with ripping your throat out? Trigger warning of su!cidal thoughts and actions. Pretty short little drabble. As always no proofreading or beta - it is what it iiiiiis

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The red haze of his vision finally began to recede and he felt utter relief – the frenzy was finally dying down and he could begin to think straight again. He wasn’t sure what he had gotten up to in this state but as his vision cleared he could begin to make out the bars of the giant birdcage, and he smiled softly to himself. Good kitten, you had done just what you were supposed to do and locked him away. However, the warmth at those thoughts vanished as quickly as they came as he realized he was coated in the now dark burgundy of dried blood. It was all over his hands and torso, and he was sure also around his mouth and chin. The only person he had been with last night was you. He clenched his eyes shut tight, then blinked them rapidly as he tried to get a grip on his vision. As soon as he could get a clear picture, he was scanning the surroundings, listening for any kind of sign of you milling through the rest of the base. His chest clenched, and his ears rang as he finally found your form crumpled in the corner of the cage.

“No, no. no, no,” he muttered it crazed as he jumped up on his shaky knees and struggled to get to your side. With a shaking hand, he pulled on your shoulder moving you so you were laying flat on your back, vacant eyes towards the ceiling. A guttural sob racked his frame as he took in the matching blood stains on your throat, the rigidness of your body and the white film taking over the usual vibrant shade of your eyes. He backed away just as quickly, his hands seemed to burn from where he had touched you. It was all he had in him to pull his knees to his chest and rest his head as he warred internally with crying or vomiting. He had done this. He had taken the single most important person in his life – his reason for getting up and continuing to fight everyday – and he had killed you. His hands grasped his head, painfully pulling on the strands there as he debated how to end himself. You didn’t remember but he waited every lifetime for you, sure you would find your way back to him, but how could he ever let you back in his life when this was your outcome in this life.

“You never die first,” he muttered weakly to the silent space, his head lifting to take you in as his soul shattered. Is this how you felt all those times the situation was reversed? How did you go on through the rest of that lifetime to the next? Did you? Or did you find a way to follow him as quickly as you could to the next life?

He moved back to you, his hands covering your eyes as he shut your eyelids. He gingerly picked up your head, placing it in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair. He needed to get up, get you cleaned up and properly laid to rest so that your soul would be free to come back to him. But he didn’t know how to get his body to move towards that. You had just been here, annoying him with your questions, forcing him to do mundane things like go to the movies, and he had taken every last portion of it for granted. There was so much you had wanted that he hadn’t helped make happen because he was chasing his own goals. How fucking selfish of him. He vowed then in that moment that whatever you wanted from then on, you would have, tenfold. He crushed your frame to him and openly sobbed into your hair, adding his tears to the matting of blood.

He couldn’t do this, this was not a universe he wanted any part of without you in it. Resolved, he reached for his waist until he found the familiar cool metal of his favorite pistol. It wouldn’t be enough suffering for what he knew he deserved, but he couldn’t leave you alone in this cold basement for something more befitting. He gingerly laid you back on the ground, moving to lay down beside you. The least he could do is hold you through death – so that’s what he did. He curled his body around yours, making sure there was no part of you that was left without the comfort of his body, and then he placed the barrel to his temple, took a centering breath where he pictured you blissfully, stupidly happy. He imagined the sun refracting from your eyes, making you glow as if you were ethereal, of your nose crinkling as you laughed at him, and the softening of them as love took over, and then he pulled the trigger.

The shot rang out, echoing through the empty space. No one knew where his safe house was, your bodies would remain intertwined there as they faded and decomposed - until there was nothing but bones, lovers forever frozen, true kindred spirits.

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tartarus ⛓️‍💥

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nobody is outcunting sylus in a cunt off

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This man does things to my heart and ovaries.

I want to be manhandled by him.

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Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes

I have no excuse for this one. I don’t know why this is where my brain went- well I know why, because I have a dirty mind and Sylus always tells MC at the claw machine that he will buy her a machine of her own, and then pair that with the line about putting her hands on his waist if they’re free… and well. This was born. 18+ please, minors keep it moving even though it starts as fluff.

My warnings for this are that it’s just smut when you get right down to it, and that there may be misuse of a claw machine, okay he uses the claw machine to fuck her… I probably need help. Anyways enjoy as always. You know the drill it’s not proofread or edited. 2200+ words

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“You can be such a softie sometimes,” there’s a soft smile pulling on my lips causing the accusation to come out more playful than anything. I’m being led blind through the base, Sylus’ monster hands covering my eyes and most of my face as he maneuvers me through the halls. He hums in what I can only assume is agreement. Afterall, who would have thought the feared leader of Onychinus would be waiting for me to get back from my mission, waiting to cover my eyes, and waiting to present a surprise he had acquired while I was gone.

“Can I get a hint at least?”

“You don’t need a hint, the base isn’t that big, we’re here,” he leaned down at some point so I feel his warm breath caress my ear with the answer. I smuggle down the shudder that wants to run through my body at the sensation.

“So, are you going to remove your hands, or do I get the pleasure?” I tease, reaching my hands up to softly trace from his fingertips to his wrist. Without further preamble he drops them away from my eyes and I’m rapidly blinking trying to adjust to the sudden change in light. When I can finally focus I let out a gasp whirling around to face him.

“Sylus!”

“What? I told you that I would buy you your own. I mean you look so defeated the other day when we left empty handed,” his reply is soft and his eyes are warm as he looks down at me. This big oaf of a man really spent his free time while I was gone precuring a claw machine of all things. In fact…

“Wait- is this the one we always play?” I ask as I turn back, walking over to get a closer look. I let out a small laugh though when I realize all the plushies inside are the little crows I became so fond of- after all I had grown rather fond of Mephisto and it was nice to have a little reminder of him even when I was back in Linkon. (Although to be fair, he was usually trailing me. Nonetheless.) My first statement to him this evening was in fact correct, this man was softer than these silly plushies.

“Let me tell you, it was highway robbery what he made me pay, but now you can play whenever you want,” he shrugged. Nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t gone to our regular arcade and paid probably at least double what the machine was actually worth – because we played it together, and because it was something I enjoyed. I think I finally had physical proof that it was a fond memory for him too. I look back over at my shoulder at him with a cheesy grin that only spreads wider when I see him holding out a quarter for me.

After a few turns I essentially had my face pressed up against the glass, breath fogging my view, because the stupid crow wouldn’t stay in the claw. It kept getting to the point where it looked like it was going to make it to the chute, and then at the last second it slipped right out. Sylus laughing broke me out of my pseudo trance. I spun on my heel, poking him in the chest with my finger.

“Alright, you think it’s so funny, you get it.”

“While I can say watching you is more fun, I’ll show you how it’s done,” is his cocky response as he steps up to the machine. I stand on my tip toes trying to see over his shoulder as he drops the quarter in. I can’t help myself as he starts to move the joystick, tapping his shoulder just like I would do when we were out at the arcade and I was trying to tell him which one I wanted.

“I don’t think your usual antics are entirely necessary, I filled the machine entirely with the same plushie because I know it’s your favorite. However, if you need somewhere to put your hands, my waist is free.”

I don’t know how or why the idea forms, but once it begins to take shape in my mind it’s all I can think of. So I start with complying. I thread my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on the side of his arm, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing and bunching with the small movements. When his turn resets and he gears up to aim again, my hands sneak down to his belt, deftly undoing it before moving to the button.

“Kitten,” is the growl I get in warning and I have to bite my lip to hide my smile as I flick the button open and pull his zipper down before shoving my hands straight down his boxers. He jumps and accidently presses the button, getting no where close to any of the plushies. I shake my head dramatically, smiling as he looks at me with a heated gaze.

“I thought you were going to show me how it’s done, but it looks like you can't even get close,” I repeat his words back at him with an overly innocent smile, even going so far as to flutter my lashes at him.

“You don’t know what game you’re starting,” he warns with gritted teeth as he turns back to the game.

“I’m pretty sure we’re playing the claw machine,” I mutter as I push down his boxers just enough to free his dick. It’s already well on the way to fully erect, the tip already leaking a bit of precum. I pull one of my hands back so I could lift it to my mouth and lick the entire length of my palm getting it nice and wet for easier movements. With the new lubrication, I shift my hand back and tug once playfully.

“Well don’t stop, I still want a crow,” I say sweetly, twisting my hand at the end of the pull, twisting on the head and eliciting a grunt from him and another pulse of precum. I loosen my grip on his cock, tracing the vein instead lightly with a fingertip as a challenging tease for him to keep working at the game while I play my own. I continued on with my languid pumps, enjoying listening to the way his breathing picked up in succession but deepened in tone. Soon he looked like me at the start of the game with his head propped up on the glass, his breath fogging the glass to the point that I was pretty positive he couldn’t see anything he was doing. It didn’t deter me, rather it motivated me as I tightened my grip a bit and made a quick jerk upwards.

"Fu-uck kitten just like that," he groaned thrusting up into my hand. I picked up the pace amd tightened my grip to a point that might be punishing. Sylus hit his fist against the glass as he moaned and jerked in my grip. It was around the same time that the familiar winning bells went off while the machine lit up.

“Time to show you how it’s done,” was the only warning I was issued as he took control at the speed of lightning, spinning in my hold as he switched our position, pressing me hard against the machine. The joystick dug in my back and I couldn’t even be bothered to care as he crowded into my space, bending down to take my lips in a punishing kiss. His hands were quick to work, pushing my pants over my hips and I gasped as I felt his hands pulling the fabric of my underwear until they ripped with a harsh snap. I tore my mouth from his, looking up at him in shock.

“Those were my favorite.”

“I will buy you 5 more pairs, I thought that would be obvious,” he muttered, bending to bite down on the skin of my shoulder since I had pulled back from him. I tilted my head to give him more access, tangling my hand in his hair and using the purchase to hold him against me. His fingers also moved deftly up my leg until they hit my center. He grunted curse words, finding the wetness that had flooded my panties as I worked myself up teasing him. He pulls back to stare me down as his hands glide through the wetness. I whimper as his hand leaves as quickly as it came, leaving me worked up and frustrated.

He gives me a devilish smile as he moves me slightly, dragging the hand with my slick down the joystick of the machine.

“Sylus!”

I’m shocked by the action, but more shocked as he lifts me with ease. There’s a wild look in his eyes, and suddenly I feel him moving me, until the round red plastic of the joystick is pushing against my entrance. He hesitates, watching me, giving me a chance to protest but I just stare back, working my bottom lip over with my teeth. He groans then, bending down for another kiss as he pushes me down slightly, letting the ball work it’s way in. He watches intently, and once the red is gone, he drops me and lets gravity take control. I throw my head back, banging it on the glass at the intrusion and the assault on my insides. It’s the oddest sensation and I can’t help but shift my hips. Sylus’ wild eyes flicker behind me, and I can hear the crane moving.

“Think we can catch a plushie like this?” he asks me in a deep sultry tone, his hands drifting up my legs, one stopping at my clit while the other grabs the back of my neck, helping him to angle my head up so he can plunder my mouth. He pulls his fingers away from my center and my hips automatically push forward, trying to follow the sensation. I’m rewarded with his hands returning, tracing tight circles on my clit. I’m writhing in his hold, desperate for more, needing more. You grasp for purchase as you shift your hips, trying to get some friction from the ball buried inside you. Once I find a maneuver that has it hitting that perfect spot inside me, I work my hips over and over again chasing that peak. Sylus has his gaze transfixed on my cunt, from his fingers teasing my clit, to the lewd picture of the claw machine mechanism inside me, to the wanton way I grind against it needing release.

“Oh- fuck – right - shit, almost there,” I mutter mostly incoherently working to use the machine and his hand to get you there. I am struggling to keep your eyes open, Sylus now using his hand more forcefully to work my clit and also assist in my grinding movements.

“That’s it, what a welcome to my gift. I think if this is how we use it every time I could be really into this whole plushie thing,” he says breathlessly, looking at me with the gaze of a wild predator, pupils blown wide. I can feel my wetness dripping down from the part of the joystick not inside me, down onto the machine.

“Look at you making a mess, it’s going to be all sticky, we may even have to buy another one because your slick may stop the mechanisms from functioning,” Sylus halfheartedly reprimands while also pulling my legs farther apart so he can get a better view. His words, partnered with the ministrations, finally push me over the edge. I grasp the edge of the controls and clench my eyes shut, calling out Sylus’ name as I crest over the wave. My chest is heaving, and my vision blacks a little. As I come back to myself, I realize he is smoothing my hair and rubbing his thumb over my cheek, his gaze watching me closely.

“You okay there, kitten?” he asks with a gentle grin. All I can do is nod, leaning back against the glass, enjoying the cooling feeling of it through my top. I can’t believe I just defiled the machine like this with him still wearing half your clothes no less – we were no better than horny teenagers sometimes. How long has he been cooking this idea up? I had a good feeling that was one of the motivators to the machine actually coming home.

“Alright, we’re going to relocate this to the bedroom now,” he warns me gently and I smile up at him, putting my hands around his neck as he helps lift me off the joystick. I moan, clutching him to me tightly at the pull. A desperate groan rips from my throat as it pops free and I suddenly feel empty. Sylus lets out a guttural noise of his own as he looks at the way the plastic glistens.

“I almost don’t want to clean it.”

“Gross, Sy,” I hit his chest halfheartedly. It’s interesting I feel somewhat worn out, but also still worked up, and I've definitely noted that Sylus’ cock is an angry shade of red with precum steadily leaking. “Take me to bed.”

“Oh wait – can’t leave without our prizes,” he mutters, setting you down before he bends to collect the crow from the slot. However, I was only expecting the one he caught and instead he’s holding two proudly.

“This one is staying here forever as my trophy, the first of I hope many caught by your pussy,” he says with what feels like reverence, and despite the fact that I was just an active participant, I can feel my cheeks heating at the memory. This man. Although, I do find myself clenching down at the idea – I wouldn’t be that upset for a repeat performance, or for whatever scenario he’s probably already got cooking up.

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For the Zayne fans on my poll ♡

First off, thank you to the crazy amount of responses on my poll! Second, I really hope this doesn't disappoint you all. This is almost 2.5k words- Zayne has been keeping track of your cycle and therefore has to have you in his office while you're ovulating - for the best chance of breeding ofc. Do with that what you will. Those are your warnings. I just know that while Zayne is like the perfect man to bring home to mom, he's absolutely a menace in the bedroom (lowkey confirmed by the valentine banner) I'm still newer to lads so if it's ooc I'm sorry I'm still reading through the stories.

I of course, didn't edit this, one day I will - when I can get back into my account on the computer because me and tumblr on the ipad do not get along. Today is not that day. Anywaaaaaays, 18+ no minors please and enjoy

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Zayne's gaze snaps up from his laptop screen, and he briefly checks to make sure there's not a dent in the wall as the framed awards and his diplomas rattle on the wall. He knocks a few files over as he stands hastily and rushes over to you, smoothing down your wind swept hair and running his fingers over your flushed cheeks. He may also subtly shift them to take your pulse, but only because the way your chest is heaving can't be healthy. You clear your throat and raise an eyebrow as his eyes flicker from your chest to meet your eyes. 

"You sent 911, and you're just in here doing paperwork?" you ask out of breath, and the flush in your cheeks is reheating as you start to get pissed off. "Zayne,  I was in the middle of a debrief, what the fuck are you thinking?"

His hand reaches around you to push the door closed, which in turns means he's encroaching on your space. Your head is tilted up to look at him, and the anger dissipates as soon as you recognize a hungry look in his eyes. You gulp as you hear the click of the lock echo across the small clinical space. What is happening?

"I sent 911 because I have surgery in 30 minutes," he says in his usual matter-of-fact tone that makes you want to shake your head, as if there's some literal fog that can be cleared. It doesn't work though, you're still not connecting the dots, and honestly it short circuits as he places both palms flat against the door on either side of your head, effectively caging you against it. 

"I can see the gears in your head spinning, love. We have 45 minutes, the perfect amount of time for us to get started on conception, enough time for me to fuck a baby into you," your breath catches in your throat and you're wondering if you've flat lined as poised Zayne tapers off into the more feral behind close doors version of himself. No matter how many times you see this side of Zayne it still short circuits your brain. You're not certain it's not whiplash as he clears his throat back to his usual doctors tone for a moment. "After all, based on my tracking, you're ovulating today - so it's the perfect time."

His nose drags down the column of your throat and he works on sucking and biting the skin of your neck as your brain tries to desperately catch up. However, instead you throw your head back with a deep moan, to which Zayne reprimands you and captures your lips with his, plunging his tongue in your mouth. He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away from you, eliciting a small whimper.

"Don't forget, we are in my office, and those noises are just for me,” he all but growls at me, and I can feel how wet my underwear is from just these few moments. Goodness, you love the contrast of who he is in private compared to the version of himself he gives to the world. 

“Wait - how do you know I’m ovulating?” You ask pushing on his chest as if the space will provide you reprieve to think for a second. He easily crowds right back into said space, molding his body to yours as he pushes you against the door. 

“You send me to pick up tampons, and two weeks later you jump me the second I walk in the door, it doesn’t take a doctor to figure that out, love,” He says tilting your head up so he has easier access to your lips. Before you can think his hands are running up your legs and you gasp as he presses on the seam of your jeans putting pressure right on your throbbing clit. “Definitely ovulating,” he smirks. 

“Shut up,” you gasp into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair and standing on the tips of your toes to get a better angle. With the precision you only get from dating a surgeon, every button of your top is undone in seconds and with a simple flick of one hand at your back, your bra joins it. He wastes no time in bending to suck on your nipple as his hand drifts to the buttons of your pants, undoing them and the zipper, and pushing them over your hips. Before you know it you’re completely nude as he stands fully clothed, doctor coat included before you.

He simply smirks, dragging you to the couch where he seats you on the arm rest, back to the rest of the couch so he has plenty of room in front of you. 

“How many times do we think I can make you finish before they page me,” He asks, although it seems rhetorical as he passes you his glasses and sinks to his knees while throwing your right leg over his shoulder. You open your mouth to answer, but the words die on your tongue as you feel him use his evol to blow icy air over your slick folds. You drop his glasses onto the cushion, moving to put your hand over your mouth to try and smother the cry as his tongue finally hits you. He drags it flat over your folds, gathering your wetness, before working overtime to flick your clit in a way that has you wondering if he’s going to beat his record for bringing you to orgasm. You are certain he is when you feel his fingers probing at your entrance, working two in and opening you up. The sound of his fingers working through your increasing wetness is obscene, the squelching sound working in tandem with your strained breaths through your nose. When the fingers he has inside you curl upwards as he gives your clit a gentle bite, you don’t even have time to warn him as the wave rushes up on you and your vision blacks for a second. 

“That’s one,” he tells you with a cocky grin, his chin still wet as he stands back to his full height. His eyes glaze a bit as he watches you tremble and shake through the aftershocks. He undoes his zipper, pushing his slacks and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. It’s clear he’s pent up from the angry flush of red it has compared to normal. 

“You’re really going to keep the coat on?” You ask him with a raised brow. He seems to really weigh the options with a shrug.

“It’s fine, I have to scrub in for surgery so it’s not like a sanitation thing to worry about right now.”

He pulls you up, before spinning you around and pushing you over the armrest, face landing on the cushion. He groans at the sight, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness before notching at your entrance and slowly working his length inside. Your fingers grasp for purchase in the fabric of the sofa and you gasp as he finally seats himself inside you. He doesn’t give you the usual time to adjust though, rather pulls back so only the head remains inside and then he pumps forward in a smooth deep stroke. He sets a steady pace for the onslaught, and at this point you’re sure that your moaning, his grunting and the sound of skin slapping will let all of his coworkers know exactly what is going on in here. 

“You’re going to look so good stuffed full with my cum, and then bursting with our child,” he folds himself over you, whispering the dirty words right into your ear and sending a shiver up your spine from the sensation of his breath on your overheated skin. 

He works both his hands around your body, one to rub tight circles on your clit, the other alternating between tweaking both nipples. 

“Zayne, I- fuck - I’m close.”

“I can tell, you’re squeezing me so tightly. Your cunt knows exactly where I need to be, I should just live in here, keep you here in my office whenever I need to take a break,” he mutters each phrase with a deep thrust for emphasis as he sets a quicker pace. At this point he’s basically fucking you into the couch and all you can do is try to hold on. The sensations quickly become overwhelming and when he bites down on the back of your shoulder, you’re coming with a gush. He lets out a guttural moan, working you through the crest, still firmly seated within you. 

“I think we have time for one more,” he states with a laugh, harder than ever inside you, while you feel practically boneless. “Gotta get you into a better position though, want to make sure we can get it all deep inside so it has the best chance of taking.” 

Holy fuck, okay. Next thing you know you’re whining about how empty you feel as he pulls out, only for him to reassure you it’s only for a second. Once he stands you up he finally shrugs off his coat, only to thread your arms through it, before he turns you around so you’re leaning on the very edge of the arm rest. 

“You’ve been dying to see me in the coat huh?” you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows to tease him as you let the coat slip down your arms so it lays more like a shrug, keeping your naked form on full display. 

It’s then that you hear his phone go off at his desk and he spares it a glance for a second before he’s asking you to widen your legs as he steps in between them.

“Don’t you need to get that?”

“It’s Greyson, I told him to give me a two minute warning before the official page,” he tells you as he lines up and slides back in. He pulls you into a rough biting kiss as he sinks all the way to the hilt. This time, he’s a man on a mission, or maybe man possessed is a better description. You have your hand fisted in his shirt and his doctor coat between your teeth as he pounds into you like a machine. He’s battering your cervix on each downward stroke, and then pulling almost all the way out of you. 

“Wait, I need my glasses,” he gasps, halting all his movements and you can only respond with a desperate groan, letting your forehead rest on his chest. 

“Really? Now does not seem like the time for that,” you gasp but lean back, reaching until you find them crammed down in the cushion. You unfold them and place them on his nose, pushing them up until they sit in their usual place. 

“I want to see the mess I’m about to make of you,” is his simple answer, and he smiles devilishly at the clench of you around his shaft. Suddenly you found yourself wishing you ovulated a lot more often. You watch as he sucks two fingers into his mouth before using them to lavish your clit with attention once more. He’s using his evol to heighten it with the drastic contrast in tempature and you just know you’re a babbling mess as you climb closer and closer to your peak. 

“That’s it love, we’re going to come together, and you’re going to hold every last drop- right here,” he tells you, doubling down on his efforts. His free hand rests on your stomach and he lets out a deep moan when he realizes he can feel the press of himself at the deepest point. His brow is coated in sweat and the vein popping in his neck shows the strain as he relentlessly thrusts over and over. Your hands have moved to his back, holding onto him for dear life, probably still leaving marks down his back despite the fabric barrier. 

You can’t hold back any longer, hooking your legs around him as you cum, locking him to you. He groans, mouth meeting yours in a messy kiss as he pushes to get as deep in you as he can while he finds his own release. You can feel the added warmth as he paints your inside walls, and the clenching of you riding out your own orgasm serves to help milk him for everything he’s got. He shudders, pushing his weight against you, causing you to fall back on the couch, all the while he remains seated deep inside you. 

Your bubble is burst by the official page and you know you unconsciously grip him tighter before releasing him. He begrudgingly slips from you, but he angles you so that your hips are being held up by the arm rest, keeping your pelvis tilted. 

“You’re going to be a good girl, stay just like that so it all stays right where it needs to, up against your cervix, and if you can do that, when I get back from this quick surgery, I’m going to give you another load here and then we will go home where I will only give you breaks for sustenance,” he says darkly his eyes firmly fixated on what you’re sure is a mess. You can already feel his cum dripping from you to the sofa fabric below. What you are not prepared for is him scooping up some of what is leaking and pushing it back in with his fingers. His eyes flash for a second, but then the page goes off again and he sighs. He leans over you to give you a sweet kiss, and he pulls his doctor coat around you so that you aren’t completely exposed. 

“You sneak, you gave me the coat knowing you were going to leave me here like this?”

“Oh believe me, I’m going to dream of this picture for the rest of my life - I won’t be able to wear my coat without getting hard I don’t think,” he confirms as he tucks himself back in his pants and heads to the door straightening himself back into professional mode. He barely opens it to slip out, making sure that no passerbys can see into what’s his. 

“Remember - don’t move. I’ll know by how much you leak. And I plan to keep you stuffed to the brim or leaking for the rest of the weekend. I can’t wait to see you swollen with our child.”