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firstkokon0is · 4 months ago
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She never seemed shattered; to me, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she's won.
Nicole Munoz
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firstkokon0is · 4 months ago
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Caleb fucks like he’s in a porn shoot… and to make it even better.. he’d be the one recording you and getting every perfect angle so he could save it for later.
He’d record your teary eyes beneath him and make an excuse saying “your face looks so pretty” then subtly lower the camera to get perfect shots of his cock suffocating your tight pussy.
Eventually, after getting the closeups, he’d put the camera further away to capture both of you in frame, he’d definitely increase the pace on purpose and tease you the whole way through.
His moans would be exaggerated, but enough to know they still sound real, well of course they’re real! he’d just be really loud yk!!
And once he comes, he isn’t stopping, he will still fuck that leaking pussy until the camera dies, or until he can’t handle it anymore.
Also he would probably save three different copies of the video, one with just audio, the next with just your pretty face taking him, and finally the last one of the whole thing, raw, no cuts.
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firstkokon0is · 4 months ago
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firstkokon0is · 4 months ago
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Rafayel checks his phone and almost believes he died. Reading over your message again, you call him a name he hasn’t heard in centuries.
“Where are you?”
He texts back, no dramatics, just straight to the point, already rushing out of whatever he’s doing and straight to his car. He needs to see you in person to know whether you actually remember.
Once he arrives to your apartment, he rushes up the stairs, heart almost beating out of his chest as he does so. His hand stops just short of opening the door, scared it’s just some weird coincidence. Scared that he’s all worked up over the possibility that you remember and he’s wrong. Scared that now that you remember, perhaps you don’t want him.
As his hand turns the knob, he sees you sat on your couch, eyes flickering to his face. You’re eyes red from crying as you look up at him with a new found sense of recollection.
You knew.
Rafayel rushes to you, embracing you so tightly as if you might disappear if he doesn’t. He’s barely able to suppress his own tears as you babble off apologies for forgetting and making him wait this long. He reassures you that it’s fine, that he loves you whether you remember or not.
The rest of the night is spent tangled into each others grasps whispering reassurances to one another.
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firstkokon0is · 4 months ago
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where hearts live - sylus birthday special
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a sweet fluffy smutty birthday fic inspired by sylus’s new birthday five-star ‘where hearts live’
━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: sylus x female reader (afab)
━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot
━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 4.5k
━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, references and deviations from ‘where hearts live,’ sub/switch!sylus, reader on top, outdoor sex, voyeurism kinda, honestly pretty vanilla and sweet, oral m!receiving, handjob m!receiving, hickeys and marking, vague references to sylus past memories (grassland romance or beyond cloudfall), petnames (sweetheart, dove, bird, love, precious), f!riding, booby sucking
━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | 'where hearts live' video
━ ✧.˖ A/N: happiest birthday to our most precious dragon sylus! well, today or tomorrow depending on where you are :)
this is inspired/slightly based off of sylus’s birthday memory ‘where hearts live.’ however it’s based only off what i saw in the pv as that’s when i started writing it—before the memory came out. so it might not be entirely accurate to the memory itself.
to all my sylus girlies i hope you can celebrate your man’s birthday and make happy memories with qin che <3
honestly thank @lovegasmic for this one because i wasn’t gonna write for sylus’s birthday but then a yapping misunderstanding led to this…
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖
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You feel a strange sense of déjà vu, lying in the lush verdant grass under the soft rays of sun that flit through the gaps of the swaying maple tree. Maybe it’s the way the fluffy patches of grass slightly itch your lower back, or maybe it’s the warm breeze tickling your cheek as it brushes past your hair. 
Like you’d been here before, in this same spot, in the strong arms of a certain crimson-eyed infamous Onichynus leader. 
But that’d be ridiculously impossible, because you’d never been here before.
Sylus snaps you out of your thoughts when he shifts to face you. He leaves the arm you were snuggled into under your body, bringing his free hand up to stroke your jaw. Like he’d done many times before, he tucks your loose hair behind your ear, his scarlet eyes shining with unspoken emotion. 
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
You turn onto your side so that you’re facing him head on, faces inches apart, “Nothing. Just that I’m…so unbelievably happy to be here with you.”
Sylus looks surprised for a flash of a second before the shock is masked with a smug smile, “Good. I am too.”
Sylus leans in until your foreheads touch, “You have no idea how much, little bird.”
Your heart pounds at the sincerity of his words, his voice husky with molten desire. Before he can react, you press your lips into his, swallowing his faint grunt of surprise. The arm he had under your body reaches up to gently grip your hair, as if that could ground him against the unending torrent of passion he felt whenever he felt your skin under his. 
What started as a quick chaste kiss quickly melts into something far more heated. Sylus’s palm finds your waist, yanking you toward him until there’s not even space for a single blade of grass between you. His fingers gently massage your scalp, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. At your squeak of surprise, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into you, tangling possessively with yours. 
He smirks against your lips, pleased when you moan so damn perfectly for him, far more beautiful than anything he’d ever heard. The hand on your waist ventures to the small of your back, fingers toying with the hem of your top, raising goosebumps wherever they touch.
With his outstretched palm splayed against your spine, he pulls you impossibly closer, the unmistakable outline of his erection pressed insistently into your stomach. 
“Sylus—!” you gasp when he pulls away, instead trailing his demanding lips down your jaw. Your body arches into him, head thrown back and exposing your throat to him. 
“Yes?” he murmurs huskily, voice just above a mere snarl, an air of playfulness in his words that makes your toes curl. He smiles into your skin when he’s met with your wordless cry of desire, his teeth sinking gently into where your neck meets your shoulder. You were always inexplicably sensitive there, and Sylus always took advantage.
He always loved marking you there. 
But suddenly he groans in annoyance, bordering on a genuine growl. Your eyes fly open, trying to see what was bothering him. You burst into laughter when you see him swatting away a fallen maple leaf that’d landed onto his cheek. With your fingertips, you grasp it, pulling it away from his face.
Twirling it between your fingers, you can’t help but tease him, “Just a leaf Sylus. Harmless.”
Sylus raises an eyebrow at you, “Nothing is harmless when it stands between me and getting to you.”
Your cheeks heat at his sweet and nonchalant declaration. Trying to distract him, you place the green maple leaf near the crown of his head, giggling at how harmlessly adorable he looks.
Sylus freezes against you, his entire body locking at your innocent actions. For a second, it’s like he’s seen a ghost, his vermillion eyes wide with surprise. He’s quick to mask it—making sure you don’t notice it, that devilish Sylus smirk falling back into place. 
“What’s funny, sweetheart?” 
You smile and shake your head, “It suits you. My handsome birthday boy.”
Sylus scoffs incredulously. Before you know it, the leaf drifts away from his hair. But not in the way that a natural breeze would. More intentional, in the way Sylus’s Evol might behave. 
You try and grab it, but the familiar black hum of energy lifts it higher, just out of your reach. 
Whining, you reach for it again, only for it to float just out of your reach. Again.
“You’re so childish,” you grumble, sitting up to try and catch it again. Sylus chuckles warmly, laying back on the grass, one arm behind his head like a pillow.
“It’s my birthday and you’re going to call me childish? Such a cruel kitten,” he smirks as he makes the leaf dance just out of your grasp. His lengthy elegant fingers twirl right in front of you as he controls his Evol—taunting you. Begging you to dare further.
You sit on your knees, bending down so you can hover your lips millimeters from his. If Sylus is taken aback, he doesn’t let it show, just staring you back down, the corner of his lip turned up in sheer amusement. 
God you adored this smug bastard.
You press your hand firmly into his chest as you close the distance between your lips, your fingers toying with the collar of his shirt, your nails gently grazing along his bare chest. You nearly grin when you feel his sharp inhale, the arm he had under his head coming up to grip your hips. 
When his tongue teases the seam of your lips, demanding entry—you relent and let him take control. In that brief moment of impassioned distraction, your eyes crack open and your free hand grabs at the still-floating maple leaf. 
You just barely graze it before it flickers out of your reach.
“Minx,” he chuckles against your wet lips, his thumb pressing into your pout, “You’ll have to be more clever than that.”
You let out a whine of frustration, sitting up again, “I don’t like this game.” 
Sylus chuckles, his laugh like a deep warm chocolate, your name rolling off his tongue teasingly, “Well I do, love. And I seem to remember you making a big fuss about it being my birthday.”
With a flick of his lengthy fingers, the green leaf flits in front of you, tickling your cheek. As you flinch, your face scrunched up with playful annoyance, it floats down from your face to Sylus’s chest. 
Quickly, you clasp your palms over each other into Sylus’s chest to try and catch it, the metal of his necklace cool against your clammy skin. It only floats further down, your palms following it, pressing into his abdomen, the defined ridges of his muscles hot under your touch. 
Sylus smiles as he watches you, like a cat trying to catch a laser. His kitten.
As the delicate maple continues to breeze further down, your patience runs dry, replaced with a scheming mischief. Your fingers continue south with the leaf, just like before—except this time the goal isn’t to catch it. 
Sylus’s entire body tenses as your hands find his belt, quickly undoing it, the maple stuttering in the air—forgotten. Your fingers trail into his pants, teasing the waistband of his boxers, enjoying the way his body subtly leans into yours, chasing your touch. 
“See, isn’t this a far better game?” you coo, fingers wrapping around his already hardening cock. Sylus hisses, his sharp jaw locked as his hand shoots out to roughly grab your chin.
He angles your face up to look at him, his lips parted slightly with heavy breaths, “It’s a dangerous game, kitten.” And yet, he doesn’t stop you. If anything, his body presses more desperately into you, demanding you to take him harder.
And so you do, your fingers gripping just tightly enough to make his breath hitch with need. You lean down slightly so your hair falls over his face, intentionally letting it tickle him.
Sylus lets out a guttural groan, his hips bucking uncharacteristically into your tight fingers. He was normally a man of unmatched control, typically making you lose control. But right at this moment, under the lush canopy of green, the glowing skylight peeking through, in the open field, where anyone could find you. Anyone could see the way you belonged wholly to each other and only each other?
That was enough to drive him utterly insane—putty in your perfect hands. 
“Faster,” he demands, a growl ripping from his throat, “Just how you know I like it.”
You giggle, jerking him as best as you can under the confines of his dress pants. “Already making demands, Sy? Weren’t you just teasing me?”
He only grunts, hips jerking up into you, one hand clutching the poor grass beside him. It takes every shred of self control he has to keep from pulling you down to use those beautiful lips instead. 
“Sweetheart…” he grits out, entire upper body heaving against the flat grassy ground. 
You bend over so that you can kiss his trembling jaw, your hand still working diligently against the fabric of his pants, “Yeah Sylus?”
The way you purr his name has Sylus cursing lowly, “It’s my birthday, princess.”
You giggle at the near whiny timbre of his words, knowing that’s as close as a ‘please’ you’re going to get. Eyes falling on the abandoned maple leaf, resting on his lapel, you grin cheekily at him.
“It is your birthday,” you sing, reveling in his desperate short breaths, “And since you’ve decided to play nice…” You grab the green leaf with your free hand, twirling it in between your fingers. Similarly, with your other hand, you thumb gently at his leaking tip, knowing just how sensitive Sylus is there. 
Placing the maple behind his ear, you gingerly withdraw your hand from inside his bottoms. Sylus nearly jerks, sitting up slightly to look at you in disbelief. Before he can protest, you undo his belt, pulling the zipper down, freeing his unbelievably excited cock. You gulp as you admire it—thick, red, and leaking with his unending need for you.
For a second, Sylus’s eyes dart around, making sure no one could possibly see the filthy things you were about to do to him. But of course, there wasn’t a soul in sight, save for the two shared souls lying under the maple tree. And even if there was…he wouldn’t exactly mind. 
He loved to show off what was solely and irrevocably his. 
Sylus twitches in your hands at the thought, waiting for your next move. His chest heaves as he watches you climb between his legs, leaning forward to place a heated kiss against his tip, the tip of your tongue lapping up the salty pearls of essence. 
The feeling makes his hips jerk, his jaw slack with pent up desire. Desire that he was desperately holding back, to let you take control. Even though it was his birthday, he wanted to give you that, knowing how much you liked when he let you take the lead.
”Christ…” Sylus growls, his hands shredding the grass beneath them. His broken words fuel you with confidence, your lips enveloping him entirely, jaw unhinged to accommodate his ridiculous size. 
“Perfect little mouth,” Sylus praises, voice strangled, fingers gently threading into your wind tousled hair. He only maintains a light, but firm, pressure—not wanting to control the pace, enjoying how badly you want to please him. On his birthday. 
His precious little dove.
You hum happily, the vibrations shaking Sylus to his core. His hips have a mind of their own, rutting upward no matter how much he wants to let you have the lead. He pants as his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat, the unbelievable tight warmth a sensation he’d never get used to. 
You choke, eyes watering, as you slide him further down your throat, using your fingers to jerk his base, stroking his heavy set balls. The spring breeze reminds the both of you just how compromising your predicament was. Well less compromising and more so downright indecent. 
In the back of your head you know no one would catch the two of you—this small little meadow tucked away in a secluded plot of land Sylus had acquired. Strictly private property. 
But the idea of it still made the apex of your thighs sticky with desire. 
Glancing up through your teary fluttering eyelashes, you moan over him as you watch the dark heated way he watches you, a thin layer of sweat shining on his chiseled face. That look alone is enough to have your legs clenching, trying to control the wet warmth blooming between your thighs. 
Sylus’s fingers tighten in your hair, but instead of pushing you down, he gently massages your scalp, encouraging—praising you.
When your tongue does that wicked thing you’d learn he loved, his grip tightens and his hips buck up fiercely. You gag, pulling back your teeth, nearly taking his entire length up into your throat. 
With a torrid curse, Sylus hoists you off his lap. A whine rips from your lips, already missing the way he perfectly stretched out your mouth, his hot soft skin against your tongue. 
“Get on top,” Sylus demands gruffly. It’s less of a demand and more of a heated, desperate plea. You raise an eyebrow at him, to which he groans and captures your chin with his thumb and index finger. 
“Won’t last very long like this,” he rasps, eyes deep like a red wine, “And I want to be inside you. Need to be inside you. Please.”
His rare plea makes you fold instantly. Swinging your leg over his lap, you hike your skirt up, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. The cool outdoor breeze makes you shudder, feeling unbelievably exposed against the elements. 
Sylus notices, his fingers tenderly gripping your thighs and his palms rubbing up and down, the friction making warmth spread from where his hands explore your skin. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with adoration and undeniable heat. For a split second he’s frozen, his eyes widening fractionally. So slightly you almost don’t notice it.
“Sylus?”
The white-haired man doesn’t respond, hit with his own sense of déjà vu. The way your hair softly fluttered in the wind, the canopy of greenery framing the space behind your head, your weight pressing comfortingly into his lap. The other half of his soul staring down at him, devastatingly and heart-achingly beautiful. 
In another life, he’d been in this exact spot—looking up just like this.
“Nothing, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice velvet against the breeze, “Just thinking about what a wonderful birthday it’s been.”
Your heart flutters at his surprisingly soft words before you lean down to brush heated kisses into his jaw, down to his ear.
“Your birthday’s just started.”
You line up with the tip of his aching erection, your skirt lifting slightly against the current of the wind. The initial stretch always inevitably stung—Sylus’s impressive size never something you could fully prepare yourself for. Even so, as you sank down inch by inch your core fluttered excitedly—appreciatively—around him.
“Just like that,” Sylus groans, “You always take me so perfectly, kitten.” He swears under his strangled breath when you seat yourself fully, his hands still gripping your thighs, hugging them tightly to him. 
His fingers dig in, enjoying how soft your skin is against his calloused hands, unconsciously flexing at how wonderfully tightly you squeeze him.  The wind carries off your strangled moan, body tightening as you adjust to his size, shivering at the soothing circles he rubs into your thigh.
“Gonna move now, ‘kay Sylus?” you choke out, the muscles of your quads trembling as you lift yourself incrementally. 
Sylus groans in approval, nearly at his wit’s end but not wanting to rush you. There would be unending opportunities for him to take you how he wanted—but right now, he wanted you to take care of him.
“Please do,” he grunts, chest heaving irregularly as you lift yourself off him—leaving just his tip nestled inside you, “Need to feel you.”
That’s all the encouragement you need to start rhythmically bouncing on his lap, your palms supporting your weight, pressed flat against his chest. 
“Ngh—always so full,” you choke out, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut against the blinding rays of the sun, “Always feel—hah—s’good, Sy.”
Sylus’s hands instinctively move from your thighs to your hips, giving just the slightest lift of support. His scarlet eyes follow yours, lips parted in overwhelming pleasure as he watches you ride him.
“You’ve no idea—” Sylus hisses as you clench around him, “How beautiful you are. How perfectly you wrap around me.”
Sylus sits up suddenly, wrapping his muscled arms around your body and burying his face into the crook of your neck. He doesn’t take control—rather supporting you in your impassioned movements, encouraging you to take what you need from him.
“You were made for me,” his voice is velvet and deep, “Made to take me like this.”
You whine, heart skipping at his honey’d words, inadvertently clamping down on him—entire body reacting viscerally to him. 
Sylus grunts, fingers moving deftly to remove your jacket and expose your bare shoulders. His lips latch onto the column of your neck urgently as you squeeze him, feeling just how tight you were—how irresistibly he fit inside of your perfect heat. 
“Sy-Sylus!” you cry out as his teeth gently sink into your pulsepoint. Your rhythm falters—not just from his sharp teeth and expert tongue, but by his possessive fingers that map out the goosebumps on your shoulders. 
Even with the steady breeze, you don’t feel cold against Sylus’s protective hold, his hands touching you in every exposed spot. Your thighs shake, your bounces slowing to deep rolls—clit brushing against his coarse hair at every deliberate wave.
“Shit—” Sylus curses when he inches back so he can see you fully, your body arched beautifully for him as you lean backwards, palms flat against the grass by his legs. His fingers trace a deliberate trail down your jaw and collar, until they’re toying with the lace of your top. He traces the thin strap, hooking it delicately with his fingers, pulling gently until they’re slipping off your shoulders.
He pulls until the lace top falls just below your breasts, your nipples peaking instantly as they meet the outdoor breeze. You squeal, hips faltering, when Sylus’s warm fingers pinch down against the pebbled flesh.
Sylus smirks in satisfaction, “How lucky am I?”  He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you firmly forward until your foreheads gently knock together.
”Spending my birthday with…” he trails off, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding surrender. Pulling away, his warm breath against yours, “the other half of my heart. Of my soul.”
Your body tightens, chest and core, at his unbelievably genuine and heartfelt words. It was all too much—the way he was stretching you out, the way he looked at you like you were the only one who saw him. 
Hips rolling in a broken rhythm, you whisper, “S-Sylus—so close! W-Want to cum f’you.” 
Sylus’s ruby eyes darken to near black swirls of smoke, “There’s no other gift you could give me that I would want more.” 
His fingers find your hips, supporting you in your desperate movements as you chase a pleasure only he could give you. The pressure of his grip is bruising—so pleasantly delicious as you neared the precipice of your peak.
Your eyes widen when you hear a faint rustling and the distinct sound of voices, trespassers or hikers who’d ventured off the trail. They sounded far—too far to witness the absolute debauchery that was yours and Sylus’s joined bodies—but close enough that your entire body freezes with fear. 
As your body stutters to a stop, Sylus growls with dissatisfaction. Almost entirely indifferent to the prospect of being caught—or rather excited by it—Sylus takes over your rhythm, using his thighs to bounce you and one hand to support you.
His other hand comes to clasp over your mouth, gently muffling your sounds—pace unrelenting. While the risque situation is unbelievably arousing, the thought of showing the world just how irrevocably his you were—in reality your modesty and comfortability was always at the forefront of Sylus’s mind. 
“Careful, precious. Wouldn’t want to draw unwanted attention,” he murmurs gruffly, determined to feel you cum around him. Just like he can feel the way you squeeze excitedly around him at the prospect of being caught, you can feel him twitching inside you.
“Would love to show you off,” he smirks into your skin, nipping gently at your hickey-bruised shoulders, “But let’s save that for another time.”
“On my birthday…I refuse to share you.”
Sylus seals your fate when his hand leaves your waist to paw at your clit, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel the tension in your gut explode against him. Your scream is muffled by his palm, still an absolute symphony to him. 
Your unmistakeable climax triggers Sylus’s, his fingers abandoning your clit so his arm can wrap around you, pressing you tighter into his abdomen—holding onto you so possessively that it quite literally intensifies your orgasm, convulsing uncontrollably in his arms.
His soft lips close over your exposed nipple as he ruts up into you, his movements demanding but tender. His skilled tongue prolongs the waves of your release, drawing it out as long as possible. 
Somewhere in the back of your head, you register the faraway voices disappearing altogether. Sylus releases your jaw, red eyes shadowed with deep and dark desire.
“So damn tight,” he grunts into the wet flesh of your breast, his own orgasm fast approaching, “Could spend forever buried inside of you.”
He throws his head backward with uncontrollable ecstasy as he teeters over the edge and into oblivion, “Close, sweetheart.”
You whine as he fucks you into overstimulation, “O-Oh God, Sylus. Please–!” Your hands tremble as they cup his face, angling him so that your foreheads touch, exchanging heated breaths.
“Gonna cum inside,” Sylus grits out, his rhythm stuttering. Though his words are commanding—leaving no room for argument—his tone conveys that of seeking permission. His deep wine red eyes searching yours for approval before he does anything. 
It’s nearly comical, seeing as you almost always let him do just that. Begged for it, even.
“Course Sy,” you murmur into his ear, the aftershocks of your orgasm spasming against him, nearly pulling his release from him. 
“It’s your birthday after all.”
With a heated and impassioned groan of your name, his teeth digging into that one spot he’s so obsessed with on your shoulder, Sylus explodes inside you. He bites hard enough to leave indentations, not hard enough to break skin—tongue soothing the sensitive area. He doesn’t bother covering your mouth this time, letting your beautiful scream, a mix of pleasure and pain, ring unabashed in the meadow. 
Sylus hugs you incredibly tight and close as he releases ropes of hot thick seed into you, almost as if ensuring you’d receive all of him. Which you always did—happily. 
“That’s it, my love,” Sylus rasps into your ear, “Take it all. For me.” You can feel him still spurting inside you—chest heaving against yours, your hearts beating in unison against one another. He rocks his hips gently, stuffing you with his unending pearly essence, marking you from the inside out. 
You moan gently into the crook of his neck, feeling his warmth mixed with yours starting to seep down your thighs, even as he continues to release into you. His breath is strangled as his movements start to falter, his fingers flexing into the soft skin of your thighs.
“Perfect…”  Sylus’s velvet voice murmurs, hands abandoning your thighs so that he can wrap his arms around you. For a moment, he just holds you snugly against him, one hand stroking your hair, the other rubbing tenderly against your exposed shoulder, keeping you warm. You can’t see, but Sylus’s ruby irises are drawn to the sky—admiring the cloudy sky.
“What are you thinking about?” you mumble, clearing your hoarse throat. Pulling away, you adjust the straps of your lacy top back over your shoulders and look at him fully. 
With his face angled toward the sky, the corner of Sylus’s lips quirk upward, the faintest smile ghosting his chiseled face. Slowly, he turns to face you, fingers tracing your jaw reverently. 
“Nothing. You always look so beautiful under the clouds,”
Your heart stutters at his words, cheeks warming noticeably under his tender gaze. When you avert your eyes shyly, you spot the green maple leaf still neatly tucked away in Sylus’s soft silver hair. You stifle your giggles, teeth digging into your bottom lip to hold back your grin.
Sylus raises his eyebrow at you, his thumb tracing the corners of your lips. Following your line of sight, his hand comes up to comb through his hair and gently pick out the green leaf. 
“Party pooper,” you mutter childishly. Sylus only chuckles, placing the maple leaf behind your own ear, tucking your hair behind it. 
“It looks far better on you,” he says, his eyes glittering in amusement, “Consider it a gift.”
You roll your eyes, shifting slightly as your legs start to fall asleep—still seated atop his lap with his cock inside you. 
“It’s your birthday. Hardly seems appropriate for the birthday boy to be handing out presents.”
Sylus smirks mischievously, readjusting his hands onto your hips and biting back a pleasured groan as you squirm on his lap—growing unmistakably more excited by the second.
“Trust me love, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to give me what I want.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “What’s that supposed to mean? Did Luke and Kieran tell you what I got you?! I swear I'm going to kill th—”
Sylus presses his thumb onto your lips, effectively shutting you up with an amused chuckle. 
“The only thing I want, I already have.”
Your stomach flutters as you feel Sylus hardening inside of you, never having quite softened in the first place. Your breath catches as he gently palms your abdomen, pressing down ever so slightly. 
“I just want to be buried here, forever.”
He leaves no room for you to speak, his thumb pressing into your mouth and against your tongue. You moan gently when he gives you one single languid roll of his hips. 
“But I already know you’ll protest that, so we’ll have to start with just today.”
You yelp when Sylus pulls you down with him as he lays down flat against the grassy floor, rutting up into your g-spot again. The flickering spots of sunlight paint his face in such an ethereal glow that it almost distracts you from the hungry—predatory glint sparkling in his crimson irises. Almost.
“It’s my birthday after all, right sweetheart?”
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firstkokon0is · 4 months ago
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🔞🎧 CALEB'S HEAVEN IN YOUR MOUTH
You want to give Caleb his reward for being a good boy.
He makes sure that you'll get all his cum in your mouth, every last drop.
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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lmao might update my masterlist gere hohi hi
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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NAH BC I DREAMED ABOUT SANZU WITH RED HAIR LAST NIGHT HOLDING A GUN ON MY HEAD NOW LOOK WHAT I’VE DONE STAY SAFE YALL HE’S HAUNTING
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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shinichiro off brand toji 🤨🤨
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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if yall read windbreaker lol hanma gives me much wooin vibes
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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[23:04]
its a rainy night, its so cold it hurts.
usually at the time like this we would cuddle up very close to each other and feel each others warmth, but what a shame you’re not here.
but its fine love, but remember when i told you i sent our names to mars? yes that.
i came into the realization that we might not be in this planet together but atleast we’re together somewhere else.
but soon enough we might be together again right?do you understand?
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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dont u cry over no spilled milk🤪 vitamin yummy88!! china mac kids meals🤪 Shotout ❤️To 🐥 The😃 Homies 😍 That🕴️Be 🐾 Keeping 😩 It 👊 Real 🤨
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KAHAOWOEKXHAOSJSKEKSIWUWBSNAJOAJWOSHAIAHWONAOAIOAJWWJAI NOW I WONT BE ABLE TO SLEEP WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT HIM SINGING THAT
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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MMMAAAAAAAKIIIIIIIIII
TANGINA ANO YAN BLESSING😭😭
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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kisaki gives me panic attacks
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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i cant believe akashi takeomi 😐
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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senju is a girl what🤭🤭 like….yes queen kinda want that to be true pero baka kambal nanaman xd
tito wakui ang hilig mag pabitin 😩😩😩
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firstkokon0is · 4 years ago
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YOUR CURRENT CONCER??!?!!!?!!!😦😦
yes
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