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Sylus looks so good driving vehicles 🥰

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He's a big baby - a huge baby even - when he's sick.

You love him to bits regardless, where most people would probably roll their eyes, you jump on the chance to dote on him. Sylus, your big, strong, adorable lover, was reduced to a whiny little mess when his nose was stuffy and his head throbbed.

"I can't believe they let you in..." a cool towel lies across his brow, voice thick with sleep and nasally from the sickness. "Of course they let me in, they're worried about their boss man since he rarely gets sick." You were worried too. Cold or not, you hated seeing Sylus anything less than perfect. It was just so... unlike him.

"I'll be fine, just need to rest." But he was peering at you from under the cool towel, eyes glossy and filled with need. A silent plea for you to take care of him, baby him even, you never got chances like this.

"I'll stay with you, to assure you actually rest like you're supposed to." Slowly, the towel goes back down, but you see the little twitch in the corner of his lips. He's pleased, and that makes your heart flutter.

"I brought you some cold medicine. It won't get rid of the symptoms all together but it'll dull them enough... you got the cold from me after all. I told you that you should have worn a mask." Sylus groans, his evol snatching the bag from your hand and holding it out of your reach. "I don't need any medicine, just you."

"That's silly and you know it."

But his evol is wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards the bed and lifting you onto it. "Sylus!" As much as you wanted to scold him, you couldn't help but swoon at his stubborn acts of affection. He didn't want anything but you. "I just need..." and he's pushing himself up just to push you down against the pillows.

"...you." he's crawling on top of you, body radiating heat from his fever as he puts every pound of his weight on top of you. His head, hot and slightly damp from the towel, finds its home on your breasts.

The air is punched out of your lungs by his weight, but you can feel his once tense body melt into yours and you'd be damned if you complained now. "A-alright, fine. But please take some of the medicine I bought. Your head will thank you."

A beat of silence, then two, "I'll take it only if you feed it to me." So he wanted the full babying experience, huh? "...Fine."

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drowsy 🪼

— (rafayel)

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my baby my babyyyy or however it goes

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Flashing them mid argument

Caleb

“You’re reckless,” he snaps, pacing, muscle flexing in his jaw. “You don’t think, and I’m left picking up the damn—"

You yank your shirt up. No bra. Nipples tight, tits bouncing slightly from the motion.

He stops mid-sentence. Blinks. Hard.

“…The fuck are you doing?”

You just shrug. Innocent. Quiet.

His eyes darken, and in two steps, he’s on you—hand gripping your throat lightly, eyes burning.

“You think that’s funny? Flashing me mid-fight?” he growls, dragging you back until your hips hit the kitchen counter. “You think I won’t fuck you right here, bare, and cum all over those tits like the filthy girl you’re acting like?”

He doesn’t wait for permission. Pulls his cock free and shoves into you raw, the stretch making you cry out as he fucks you like the fight never happened—like he’s going to teach your body a lesson you’ll never forget.

Rafayel

“You always do this—deflect with sex. I’m not stupid, sweetheart, and I’m not in the mood—”

You tug your top down in one smooth move. Nipples bare. Chest rising.

He stares.

“...You’re evil.”

And then he moves—pulls you into the wall, kisses you like he’s angry, and drops to his knees.

“Guess I’ll put that mouth of yours to better use,” he growls, unzipping and tapping his cock against your lips. “Open up, since you’re so eager to shut me up.”

You moan around him, drooling as he fucks your mouth deep, barely giving you a second to breathe.

“You started this,” he pants. “You end it. With cum down your throat.”

Sylus

“You think just because you’re hot you can flash your tits and win every fight—”

You do it. Shirt up. Full view. A deliberate, slow pull.

He stops cold.

Smirks.

“Oh, fuck, baby… you’re done for.”

He’s unzipping while you’re still smiling—shoving you against the wall, one hand twisting in your hair, the other pushing his cock against your entrance.

“No teasing now,” he rasps. “You wanted attention, you’re getting it. And I’m not stopping ‘til I cum so deep inside you, you feel me for days.”

And he means it. He fucks you rough, hand on your throat, slapping your ass, ruining your body like he’s punishing you for being so fucking sexy.

Zayne

“This isn’t healthy communication,” he’s saying, arms crossed, trying to reason with you.

You lift your shirt.

He blinks. Swears under his breath.

Looks away. Looks back.

“…You little brat,” he murmurs.

He hauls you onto the couch, lays you down, and pulls your shorts off so fast they rip.

“You know I can’t resist you when you do that.”

He starts slow—but the second he’s inside you and you moan his name like you need it, all that calm control? Gone. He fucks you into the cushions, whispering, “Still think flashing me mid-fight’s a good idea?”

You nod, brainless.

“Thought so.”

Xavier

You’re losing the argument. Fast. His voice is cold, flat, and every point he makes is too fucking logical.

So you throw your shirt up. Just like that.

He freezes. Blinks. Takes a long breath.

“...Is this your strategy now?”

You nod. Bite your lip.

He steps forward, unbuttons your pants without a word, and slides his hand between your legs.

“You’re soaked,” he mutters. “You like being punished for being difficult.”

He lifts you onto the table, pushes in without prep, without pause, and fucks you silently—deep and punishing, slow enough to be cruel.

No teasing. Just correction. Ownership.

“You win,” you whisper breathlessly.

“No,” he growls, “I own you.”

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i just know that all of MC's social media posts with caleb have comments like "WALK HIM LIKE A DOG SIS 🐕🚶‍♀️‼️"

and caleb? he eats that shit up! he's proud to be your dog and he's ecstatic that people recognize his devotion to you.

you can bet that he sends you screenshots of those comments with messages like "so am i your good boy, pips?" "should i bark for you next time ;⁠-⁠)"

it happens so much that when you jokingly call him a good boy while patting his head once, he just short circuits, going beet red and tripping over nothing

needless to say, praise kink (specifically a dog-coded praise kink) unlocked 🔓

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Fem ! Caleb again hehe

Someone on twitter said that she would try to sync up their periods,, canon

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Mile high club with Sylus

Drabble: You’re a nervous flyer and Sylus is more than happy to offer a distraction

Pairing: Sylus x reader

Sylus is more than happy to introduce you to the mile high club.

The anxiety you had when it came to flying offered him the perfect opportunity. If not now, when? Your nerves would be eased and he’d get to fuck you in his private jet.

Why else would one have their own plane if not to experience cumming a thousand feet in the air?

Whether drunk off his cock or from the change in altitude, Sylus enjoyed the sight of you either way. Something about the difference in elevation seemed to make you glow. Skin soft and flushed.

You were straddling his lap, arms loosely draped around his shoulders. Moving your hips in practiced strokes, you pressed your chest against his, using him as leverage.

“Look so pretty like this, sweetie.” He whispered against the sweaty skin of your neck. His tongue followed the exposed skin, soothing the bites he placed their earlier. “Love how well you take my cock.”

You keened in response, fingers grasping at the fabric of his pinstriped suit. The once pristine get up was now wrinkled, his pants stained with your slick.

“Feels so good, Sylus. S’big.” You shut your eyes as one particular stroke had the head of his cock kissing your cervix. “Oh, fuck right there…fill me so well, daddy.”

You spoke directly into his ear, so breathless and whiny that he had to close his eyes to prevent them from rolling towards the back of his head. Instead, he pulled away from you, focusing on where his dick was sliding into you.

It fascinated him to see your small cunt adjust to him. Your puffy lips spread to welcome what he gave you, your cream leaving a ring on the base of his length. His fingers squeezed your flesh, large hands encompassing your thighs, aiding your movements.

“Doing such a good job. Taking all of me like you’re suppose to. I’ve trained you well.”

Lost within one another, you failed to notice the knock on the door, the stewardess taking the lack of response as a sign to enter the cabin.

“Mr. Sylus-”

He nearly bared his teeth. The gall of her to interrupt in a moment like this. He could tell your climax was nearing from the way you were squeezing him, gasps pushed past your swollen lips.

“Get out.”

It was a simple order but his growling tone had her shutting the door behind her, her stuttered apologies falling on deaf ears.

Thankfully, you were too far gone to care, focusing on your own high than the sudden turbulence.

Your bare ass met his clothed thighs with harsher slaps, hips losing their smooth movements. You were so cute, reminding him of a bunny in heat.

“More…” You begged. “Give me more, please. Wanna cum on your cock so bad…feels so good, so full.”

“Make yourself cum, sweetie. Use me…play with yourself…I don’t care. Just want to see you come apart.”

At his encouragement, you trailed one hand to your soaked core, mewling when your fingertips touched your sensitive clit. Mimicking the way his fingers played with you, your head fell back and your tummy tightened.

“Squeezing the hell out of me…go on, make us cum, sweet girl.”

Wasn’t long before you were milking him dry, thighs trembling as you came. He groaned as his seed spilled out of you, poor cunt too small to hold in his load.

He never minded the messes you made. It could always be cleaned up and it just meant he’d have to stay locked inside of you a little longer. Which was fine as it would allow him to show you the other perks that came with being a mile high member.

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Sylus fucking you in that flower field with a flower crown on his head.

That’s it, send tweet.

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Me leaving comments on fics.

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My exact thoughts when I saw this scene

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you watch zayne’s head fall back against the couch, lips parted slightly as low, uneasy breaths spill through, with one arm draped over the backrest and the other reaching for your bobbing head. you’re knelt between his spread legs, hands gripping at thick thighs, mouth stuffed full of his cock.

you loved helping zayne unwind after a long, stressful day at the hospital. you’d let him ramble about his schedule, patients, annoying colleagues... all while you eased him into a state of relaxation. a hand palming at his growing erection through the fabric of his tailored pants. and in a couple minutes, the stress of the day fades. his sentences start to falter, work is soon forgotten and he’s only focused on how good it feels to have your warm mouth wrapped around him.

you release him with a soft ‘pop’, gasping for air, lolling out your tongue to run slow circles over his flushed tip, lapping up the precum that leaks out, now used to the salty taste. his groans and mumbled praises spur you on, urging you to take him again. your hand wraps around the parts your mouth can’t reach as your head bobs up and down.

you’re drooling all over him, spit running down his length, pooling at the base. your eyes are glassy, small tears threatening to spill as zayne forces you down, burying himself in your throat. tip hitting the back, making you gag. your knees are hurting, wooden floor pressing hard against them. your panties are soaked, rubbing your thighs together to feel something — it’s all too much.

he holds you there, just for a few seconds before pulling you up by your hair. strings of saliva keeping the both of you connected. his gaze locks on your fucked out face, all messy — puffy lips, wet with saliva.

“look at you, my good girl.”

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Caleb had you flattened beneath him, stuffed full to the point of delirium, his cock seated so deep inside your cunt it hurt — a dull, brutal stretch that pulsed in time with your heartbeat. You were already wrecked, trembling, the sheets a mess of sweat and slick and spilled cum, and still he didn’t move.

He just stayed there, buried to the hilt, locking you down with the weight of his body, his arms wrapped tight around you like he could fuse your bodies together if he held you hard enough.

"Don't fucking move," he muttered against your ear, voice low, sharp, like a command dragged out through gritted teeth. His cock twitched violently inside you, your walls clenching down helplessly around him, milking him deeper even though he wasn’t thrusting, wasn’t doing anything except existing inside you — and somehow that felt worse, more unbearable, than being pounded senseless.

"You’re perfect like this," Caleb rasped, breath hot and ragged against your throat. "So fucking warm around me... I can feel you squeezing, so desperate without me even moving. Fuck, it’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?"

His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you still, punishing you for every tiny tremor of your ruined body trying to grind down against him. You were soaked, leaking down around the thick stretch of him, the wet sounds obscene in the heavy air between you.

"You can’t take it, can you?" he growled, a twisted, breathless laugh spilling from his lips. "Just sitting there, stuffed full of me... I could stay like this all night. Feel you lose your mind around my cock, until you're nothing but a dripping mess begging me to fuck you."

Another harsh throb inside you made your body spasm, another gush of wetness leaking down around where he was buried deep. Caleb’s whole body shuddered — barely restraining himself, every muscle drawn tight like a coil about to snap — but he didn’t move.

He didn’t need to.

Just cockwarming you like this — deep, thick, unbearably full — was already destroying you both.

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Ladstwt is full of the most miserable people who witch-hunt each other over the smallest shit and then I log into tumblr dot com, say I love Caleb as a brother, and my two followers silently nod

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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ where his hands are — love and deepspace

synopsis. where his hands are while doing it

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

warnings. fem! reader, tit play, petnames used: sweetheart, baby, pretty, zayne loves your ass, doggy (prone bone), mating press, rough syx

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne + on your ass

as was anticipated, zayne needs you held wide and open for him, his palms sinking into the meat of your ass like he's terrified you'll stop taking him so fucking nicely— his grip truly punishing, spreading you apart until your hole flutters around the root of his cock, your skin flustered and shaking underneath his thumbs.

every single thrust was filth— a grind, with an even rougher drag? a push of his cock so thick and needy your mouth fell open yet no sound came out. not to mention that zayne's obsessed with the way your ass jiggles when he repeatedly slams it, the way you drip from the stretch of him was mouthwatering, leaking down on his balls in repeated warm, messy strings of your arousal.

he greedily spits on it now, watching it gleam for a moment before it vanishes into the wetness he's already made of you, his groan remained rasping, like he's unraveling just from the sight of your body swallowing it down like a good girl, like the mess itself was holy.

"sweetheart, you take it so well," he growls proudly, his voice wrecked with need, every word rasping against your skin akin to torn silk— his teeth skimming the shell of your ear, but not biting, no, just letting you feel the heat of his body bleed through you, the quiet madness clawing at the edges of his breath, "you feel this? all this mess? this ass was made for my hands, baby, made for me to fuck like this."

he presses you down so hard your hips bruise on the bed, one palm spreading you wide, properly holding you in place, the other slapping your ass with a slick, loud crack, then soothing over it like he's sorry for nothing— the man keeps you tilted, spine curved like a bow, so he could hit that spot again and again, until you sob and gush around him.

his thumb was dragging your jaw down until your mouth spills open, slack and senseless with drool dripping in slow, sticky threads from your lips to your chest, fuck, he's in so deep the curve of your spine aches instantly, but it still wasn't enough— go for it, come on, deeper, rougher, messier, all of you, fucked open and destroyed around his cock and his hands, all of you made for him to grab and destroy.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier + on your thighs

xavier spreads you wide like you're something precious and perverse, thighs pulled open with both hands, elbows locked to hold you still while he fucks into your pussy slow and brutal— his fingers squeezing hard enough to leave dents, thumbs grinding circles into the soft inner meat and dragging you open to watch your slick hole grip him tight as he stares in awe, like he's reading your soul straight through your velvety walls clenching down.

the pumping of his cock was steady, pushing back into you with every new rut hitting your spots, his eyes flicking up to your face every time you moan like he wants to memorize the desire in your expression.

"fuck, you're soaked— this tight little thing's crying for me," he whines, voice low and wild, "you like being held open like this, huh? you like how deep i can get when you're spread like a fucking feast?"

he bends your legs back more, more, until your muscles tremble and burn, until your knees were beside your ears and your belly taut and stretched and full of him, his cock hitting angles that made you see stars while he's watching the way you shudder and leak around him, thumbs digging into the hinge of your thighs like you're nothing but a hole to keep him warm and satiated.

xavier's grip flexes with every shove of cock, every gush of arousal spilling down between your ass and coating his lap, watching it slicken your folds even more before pushing in again with a low groan like he's losing his mind inside you.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel + on your tits

rafayel palms your breasts like they're holy objects, his fingers curled above their weight and kneading slow and calculated, like he's shaping clay as he groans every time you squeeze him, cock dragging through your soaked walls and still, his hands remained on your chest— massaging your tits, squeezing them too, adding a lil kiss, yeah? pulling at your nipples until you wince out. 

he drags his thumbs over them again, watching them stiffen under his touch, then leans down to bite and suck and spit warm and wet saliva across your skin until your whole chest was shining of his liquids.

the man pants, licking a trail up to your sternum, dragging hot and slow up the center of your chest, tongue catching every tremble like he's tracing a confession into your skin— wet and utterly depraved, "these tits bounce every time i push in, pretty, you feel how deep i am? all that mess leaking outta you, and i still want more."

he begins to fuck you upwards now, body curved within yours and thrusts angled so every movement drags the swollen head of his cock right along your sweet spot. your tits bounce every time he sinks in and rafayel moans into your skin, hands tightening like he could mold them into something even lewder as he rubs the wet peaks of your nipples with slick-covered fingers, then bites again, watching the way you jolt and cry in joy.

as obvious, he wanted you to feel him everywhere— his cock, his hands, his teeth, his tongue, what else? his warmth, yeah, as the bed creaks under you, repeatedly, slick smeared down your thighs and belly from how hard and deep he fucks you, and still— his hands never left your tits once, like they're his anchor to hold onto, like he's trying to memorize every shake and spill of them under his touch.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus + on your wrists

the moment you move, sylus's mind haywires with your wrists pinned hard to the mattress, his weight over you like a threat, his breath hot and uneven against your jaw as his grip was tight enough to ache, the kind of hold that bruised tomorrow and made your pulse throb beneath his fingers.

it's obvious he liked seeing your hands trapped within his own— adored knowing you cannot stop him, cannot push him away either, cannot beg for mercy without squirming, well, without him wanting to hear you beg at least trice.

"don't you move now," he spits, hips grinding deep until your eyes rolled back, "you feel that? you're clenching so tight, it's like you're trying to keep me there forever," as he fucks you like it's punishment— like worship carved out of violence? yeah, slamming into your slick, weeping heat until your walls fluttered and your stomach contracts from how much he burned through you.

your knuckles turned white with how tightly you curl your fingers into his biceps as his grip tightens, the wet sounds between your thighs getting louder and wetter, each roll of hips a disgusting punch of cock against your insides, yet you cannot do anything— cannot stop it, cannot run from it— just cry out his name beneath him as he fucks and fucks and tears you open, then lovingly holds your wrists like he's fixing himself to sanity.

sylus heaves like a wild animal in your ear and every time you jerk your hips upwards to wiggle against him, his fingers flex tighter, dragging your arms above your head, thrusts so cruel and searing like he doesn't know how to stop, even when you're all tears stricken, even when you break at last— he won't let you go, simply, he can't, not when your pussy was wrapped so sweet and swollen around him.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb + on your head

caleb doesn't let you look away, not once, with his hand pressed behind your own, squeezing your face into the pillows, fingers cradling your skull like he's kneeling before something divine, keeping you close so he could spill his moans directly into your mouth, the press of his palm tender yet firm, like he wanted to hold your whole brain together while he pounds you apart.

he kisses you like he's dying, like he needed your spit to live— tongue messy and slick, panting into your mouth with every thrust that rocks you up the bed as he kept whispering— candid n broken n filthy things between kisses, "you're so beautiful like this," his voice shatters, lust catching on the wreckage of pleasure as your walls seize tight around him, dragging a noise from his throat that sounds more like unravel than power, like he's being wrung dry from the inside out, "fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight, so good, don't let go— just let me feel you."

his hips jerk forward again as your back arches off the mattress from how deep it was, from how perfectly his cock pinches inside you like it's following a specific path carved just for him— at this, you could barely catch a breather, like caleb made flowers grow in your lungs and although they felt beautiful, otherworldly, you just couldn't breathe anymore.

his cock pulses with every repeated squeeze of your cunt around him as his thick cock shines where you're joined— slick gushing out every time he pushes in, guzzling it back when he snaps forward and still, his hand cups your head like a frail object, holding you steady as if your body could shatter from the sheer pleasure.

the man kept you close like you're his oxygen, his life, he moves like a man possessed with a rhythm doused in solace, like each thrust was an apology he didn't know how to voice out loud— his whines lost, eyes glassy and teeth clenched against the sob lodged in his chest.

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