# lads smut

[shomatoriashi]

11/27/24; 11:44pm

[ inspired by his myth trailer ]

sylus x fem.reader

notes: sylus girlies, we feast tonight 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 also this is all just interpretation and is by no means even close to canon!!

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

night had already fallen as the harsh scent of cinders and ash left in the wake of tarus city slowly began to fade as sylus took you toward the meadows. you bask in the sweet scent of the blooms and the way the soft petals seemed to sway with the wind when your lover safely lands with you amidst the serene scenery.

yet your admiration for the meadows bathed in the moonlight was cut short when sylus calls out to you. you face him and saw the desperation seen in his gaze, as if he were on the cusp of death and wished to spend his last waking moments with you. crimson eyes shone with an uncharacteristic tranquility, his beauty becoming so potent to you that it hurt.

you softly call out to him, reaching out to touch at his full lips as he leans into your touch. a bitter smile paints his expression when he frames at your face gently with his clawed hands. “don’t speak… only feel.”

you let out a soft gasp, feeling him slowly lift your pliant form against his lap. he whispers your name, voice filled with utter reverence for you alone before delving his fingers into your hair, kissing you with a desperation you knew you would never forget.

becoming drunk off of his kisses and the scent of flowers that fill the air, you greedily delve your fingertips into his soft hair, gently pulling at those tresses tinged in moonlight all while tracing at the sharp tip of his horns.

you gasp upon feeling a painful prick against your fingertips, with your lover letting out a dissatisfied grunt of your name. sylus could smell the scent of your blood before even a single droplet could fall against his skin, making him grasp at your wrist in one swift movement.

“careful, treasure…” his eyes were narrowed, yet filled with equal parts of concern and adoration for you. he takes a momentary look at your pricked finger and admires the single droplet of blood before leaning forward to lick it away. you shiver, feeling a sense of sweet anticipation coursing through your veins when sylus lays you back against the plush grass.

once he had fully cleaned your finger, you softly thank him while allowing your hands to travel down towards his waist, “i’ll be careful… just please-“

“i know.” his gruff voice cuts you off, gently spreading your legs before settling himself between the softness of your thighs. hiding his face within the curve of your neck, you hear the shifting of fabric and the sounds of leather being removed. you tremble once more the moment sylus breathes in your scent as he began to slowly rut his hips against yours.

a broken moan escapes from your parted lips when something that felt like hard velvet brushes against your entrance. your breathing becomes labored when sylus manages to rip apart the flimsy material that once covered your most forbidden area. with that barrier gone, you were able to feel just how thick and hard sylus’s cock was as it seemed to pulsate with need against your slick heat.

“mine.” the drake lets out an almost guttural groan when he slides into you, making you feel every inch and every curve of his cock the moment sylus finally mated with you. your breathy moans and gasps fill at the air when sylus grips at one of your legs, tossing one of them against his shoulder while he thrusts in and out of you at a rapid pace. crimson eyes became eclipsed with darkness the moment he takes in your writhing form against the grass, allowing your whimpers and soft cries of his name to further push him forward.

your eyes were felt rolling near the back of your head with how much sylus completely filled you, taking over each and every one of your senses as you met his thrusts. his animalistic groans and grunts made an onslaught of moisture escape from your slick heat-

and sylus wasn’t faring any better.

unable to hold back any longer, sylus picks up your form while guiding your hips against his cock, allowing you to steady yourself on his broad shoulders as you worked on bouncing yourself up and down his cock. letting out hisses of your name, sylus presses a heated kiss against the base of your throat,

“do you love me?” he murmurs, nipping at your skin as he felt you trembling from the sheer intensity of your copulation. when you didn’t respond, sylus allows a single fang to pierce at the base of your throat, allowing the ruby red liquid to form before his tongue languidly licks it away.

“ngh- y-yes, i love you…!” you manage to cry out while continuing to ride him, back already arched in response when sylus continues to press heated kisses down your throat, “i would let the world burn for you, my love.” he tells you with his eyebrows furrowed, holding himself back from releasing too soon as he wanted nothing more than for you to experience such pleasure first.

“s-sylus…!” he feels the way your walls tightened around his cock, seeing the way your juices were coating his shaft when he bites down against your neck, feeling your walls milking his cock for all he was worth as thick spurts of cum began filling you to the brim.

a dazed expression was seen on your beautiful features when sylus manages to pull your body away from him, earning a rich chuckle from him. he slowly settles your body back down against the grass while keeping his connection to you. he feels his cock twitch a few more times, making sure he had completely emptied himself within you.

your breathing was labored, yet sylus made sure to remain hovered over you. he places the palm of his hand against the grass, using his free hand to wipe away the light sheen of sweat from your skin. his gentle reverent caress was enough to break you out of your pleasured reveries as you manage to smile up at him. basking in his touch, you give his clawed hand a gentle kiss, filling his chest with warmth as his tail lazily twitched back and forth in contentment.

sylus lays back in the grass, taking your body with him as he settles you on his chest. his hands lazily thread through your hair, and you adjust yourself so that you lay directly over his heart. a smile slowly began to spread across sylus’s lips the moment you pressed a kiss against his chest, directly over his heart.

“i apologize if i was rough, my love.” he felt sheepish and a tiny bit embarrassed now, knowing that he had been running on pure instinct when he mated with you from beneath the moonlight. yet the relief he felt when you simply giggled upon hearing his words was immeasurable.

you end up meeting his gaze while resting your head above his naked chest, “it’s alright… truly, i didn’t mind one bit.” you admit to him with a cheeky grin, earning a hard slap on your behind when sylus shamelessly grips at your backside, “don’t test me, my love, as i’m sure you know of my stamina. i could go on for weeks if you let me.”

your embarrassed stutters and the way you hid your face within his chest earns another rich chuckle from sylus, making the man lean in closer to you to press a lingering kiss against your hair, all while silently vowing to always protect you-

no matter what the future may bring.

end notes: sylus girlies, how are we feeling tonight with sylus’s confirmed myth drop ?!?!?!? 😭😭😭😭 i’m literally in shambles and am in need for my man;;;; im so happy to be a sylus girly!!!! i apologize if this was an unedited mess, but i wanted to write something in celebration of his confirmed banner. my brain is still fried so i hope this story came out coherent enough tbh 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[chastiefoul]

nsfw. sylus' new myth pv is giving me ideas, especially this scene.

blurb. not proofread

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the way i just know it’s one of his favorite position to have you in.

as he fucked you slow and deep from behind. savoring the pleasure of each thrust, his hand locks your fucked out face in place and he smirked. while the other one firm on your lower belly, applying just the right amount of pressure making sure you feel every inch of him.

“tired already, sweetie?” he said lazily, and you couldn’t even form a single coherent sentence as your eyes rolled back. your whole body enveloped in all muscles, the contact left your skin burning for more.

"s-sylus, please..." you whimpered, not having an idea on what it was exactly you're begging for. a low chuckle escaped him, his hips kept its pace as his finger trailed lower, lower, until his precise movement found your sensitive spot, refusing to move just yet.

"please what? you should already know by now how to beg properly," he whispered against your ear, the gravel in his voice turned you on even more, if that's even possible. he groaned, the anticipation made you squeezed the life out of him in response as you whined softly.

"at least this lips of yours are honest, hm?" he began to rub your clit, building a coil in your stomach as it gets tighter. merciless, you felt as though you were under a spell as his motion on your clit reached a relentless pace, your lewd moans filled the room. you gripped his arm for support, the stimulations were too much to bear.

until suddenly he slowed down, his thrust became sloppy as his finger rested on your nub. your tearful gaze couldn't glare at him any quicker, to have all that pleasure ripped away from you in seconds. yet the man only had an expression of amusement as he looked at you intently. the smug smile never left his face.

"what's the rush? the night is still young, isn't it?"

[dpspcehntr]

Okay you can write this however you want ( if ur comfortable with it) but I'd really like to see the Lads reacting if they came out of the shower and fem mc was there in their room and she removes the robe to see because she is curious what's underneath 🤭🤭

OOOO! I haven’t thought about this but I love the intimacy of this! I'm going to write this from the idea of this being early in your relationship with him.

My ask box is open! Send me your NSFW head cannons/thoughts/confessions about the LADS main 4! I might even write some of them up!

Warning: suggestive content

Xavier

He sees you sitting on his bed in his hoodie and your pajama shorts playing a game on your phone. The look of concentration on your face lets him know you haven’t noticed his presence just yet.

"What are you playing? Can I join?"

You flinch and look over to him standing in the doorway of the bathroom. This was not your first time staying over his place but it was the first time you've ever seen him in his robe. Your words are lost in your throat as he walks over to you, phone discarded on the bed next to you. Without thinking you reach out to pull the string of his robe. You expected to see his usual black boxers but was greeted by his naked form. Your throat goes dry as you shut it in hast. Your face is flush and you look away.

"S-sorry. I didn't know."

He lightly grips your chin and turns you to look at him again. His skin is covered in a light blush as he leans in for a kiss.

"I figured it would be easier if I didn't have on any clothes. But now I feel under dressed."

You reach for the hem of his hoodie and lift it off with a quickness as he climbs into the bed on top of you.

Zayne

You were packing up the belongings you brought with you for the weekend at his place when he enters the room in nothing but his robe loosely tied around his waist. He walks over to you by the dresser and slides his arms around you.

"I wish you'd stay just a little bit longer."

He plants a kiss on your shoulder and lays his head in the crook of your neck. You stay like this for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

"I can spare just a little while longer. I'm dying to unwrap this gift you've gotten me."

You turn around and face him. You lock your eyes with his as you pull the ties on his robe. You give him an up and down look and hum in satisfaction.

"It's perfect."

He blushes and lifts you up to sit on the dresser.

"That's just a part of this gift, I still have more to give."

He kisses you as you scoot to the edge of the dresser and hook your legs around him.

Rafayel

Rafayel quickly enters his bedroom as you lay out on his bed. His robe is tied tight around his waist as he makes his way over to you. His nervous yet excited energy is palpable in the room as he steps between your spread legs.

"Don't be shy, let me see."

Slotted between your thighs you carefully pull at the string of his robe. His face bright red avoiding making eye contact with you as all of him is exposed. This is the first time you've gotten a moment to really look at all of him. He was beautiful, lean but powerful. Water droplets roll down his smooth skin like crystals. His breath gets more and more shallow, waiting for you to make a move.

"This is so embarrassing."

You press your hand right below his naval. Your hand warm on his cool skin as he lets out a hiss. His eyes screwed shut as you run your hands over his body. Everywhere but where he needed you, his need more visible as time passes.

"Patience my love, I'll give you what you want soon."

You sooth him as you grip the opening of his robe and pull him down over you as you lay down.

Sylus

You sit on Sylus' bed, reading something from his vast library in his mansion. He had slipped out the room some time ago to take his nightly shower. Before long you're sucked into this book, unaware of the footsteps making their way toward you.

"I'm quite fond of that title as well, though the ending is a tad disappointing. I'll have to introduce you to her other works."

You quickly reach for your bookmark, a piece of paper with a doodle of Sylus from Luke, and slam the book shut.

"You scared me-"

Your words trail off as you take him him. Hair dripping, chest exposed, and a robe tied dangerously low. You clear your throat and sit up. Still at a loss for words he closes the distance between you and gestures to the strings on his robe.

"Go ahead. I've got nothing to hide, sweetie."

You carefully grab one of the ties of his robe and watched as his whole form is exposed to you. A soft wow escapes your lips as you look him up and down. He grabs one of your hands and presses it to his chest, your hand warm on his cool body. A smug smirk sits on his lips and leans down to your ear.

"It's all yours kitten, use responsibly."

[nanamiscocksleeve]

More spamming for LaDs, but spicy...

NSFW HCs: Favorite non-traditional space to enjoy a good romp other than a bed for each of the boys... and maybe why it is their favorite?

Unconventional Romp Spots

This took a while but here we are! Loved the creativity of this request and let's face it, all of them are down so bad for reader that they'll do whatever she wants. 🤭🤭🤭 Warnings: MDNI, exhibitionism, PIV sex, clit play

Zayne’s favorite spot to make love to you apart from the bed was the couch. Was it incredibly unconventional? Not really but the couch was firm and warm, the place you and he sat snuggled together during those rare times he wasn’t working, countless movies and snacks shared, and drinking your morning coffee in each other’s company.

So why shouldn’t it count as a perfectly good spot to make love?

Your fingers tangle into his silky locks of hair as he kisses you, his large body hovering carefully before he lays down, his hips now flush against yours as he sensually licks your lips before parting them with his tongue. A contented sigh escapes you as the wet appendage dances with yours, sending jitters of excitement running through you as you slip your hands under his shirt, enjoying the warmth and scent of his skin. 

A hum emanates from his large frame as you reach the middle of his back, your nails scratching him just hard enough to send a rush of arousal skittering down his spine, heat gathering in his veins as he drinks in the sight of you, flushed and hazy, beneath him. You help each other remove the barriers of clothing, savoring the intimate skin-to-skin contact. You nuzzle his neck then trail a line of kisses down the side, watching his eyes darken with desire. 

With care, he pulls off your bra, tossing it aside and kneeling, the low couch creaking slightly as it took your weight. The TV remote lay forgotten on the coffee table as Zayne swirls a hardened nipple into his hot, wet, mouth, sucking patiently. You cradle his head as pleasurable shocks zip straight to your core. Your clit throbs in need as he tweaks your free nipple between his fingers. You writhe and moan, your hips pressing against his to seek friction.

Expertly you undo the belt of his buckle and his zip, rocking your hands against the hard heat of his erection and he releases your nipple to groan needily, his eyes flashing dangerously. Not needing any further encouragement he slides your panties off your legs, his hand coming up to cup your mound and gathering the moist heat leaking from your core onto his fingers, spreading it up towards your clit. You’re helpless under him, his long, thick, middle finger sliding so teasingly into your core while his thumb circles the little bundle of nerves.

Sighs and longing moans of need escape you as he builds up your arousal, those keen eyes watching your face for signs of your impending climax, and when you finally begin to clamp down with that familiar pattern onto his fingers, he crooks his inserted finger up into that spongy patch of delight. You erupt, a wavering moan escaping your lips as the orgasm rips through you, your clit and core spasming in pleasure around him. He pulls out his fingers, licking them clean before aligning himself between your legs.

You awkwardly part them, trying to find a comfortable angle on the narrow space of the sofa before he grabs you by the ankles and wraps your legs securely around his waist before entering you in one, long, passionate, stroke. The air grows balmy as his hips undulate, the fill of him inside you bringing all your primal needs to the surface. Your nails leave scratches on his back, and your eyes close as the sound of his ragged breathing overtakes your senses. Your eyes meet and you stroke his face, gently tracing the outline of his lips, caressing the corners of his eyes before he gathers your close, his grip leaving indents in your skin as he gives all of himself to you. 

Oh, this sweet-looking man is the wolf in sheep’s clothing. He won’t hesitate to take you anywhere, anytime. His unconventional spot is his desk at the office. He loves how naughty it makes him feel.

It’s past office hours and everyone has gone home, but Xavier had been making excuses to get you to stay late since lunch. Now, finally alone he boxes you in against his desk, your body blocked from escaping by his tall frame. His gloved hands shamelessly slide under your hunter’s uniform as he gropes your tits, palming the mounds of flesh possessively, satisfaction coursing through his veins as your nipples harden under his palms. His tongue traces hot trails down your neck as you squirm against him, feeling hardness gather between his thighs.

You whimper as his teeth scrape the front of your throat, your blood humming in your ears. Xavier undoes the buttons and buckles on the uniform and your clothes slide to the floor, leaving you in bra and panties. A stain of moisture has gathered on the crotch and Xavier’s sapphire eyes become luminous with hunger at the sight. 

“I’m guessing you’re just pretending when you say you don’t like me taking you at the office.” He helps you hop onto the desk and then kneels between your thighs, his nose brushing against the smear, inhaling the musky scent of need leaking from your core. He pulls apart your legs, helping you balance your feet at the edge of the desk then hooks his finger into the gusset of your panties, pulling them to the side and giving you a teasing lick that makes your hips thrust up. 

Xavier chuckles and sticks his tongue into your moist hole and you moan, the noise escaping into the quietness of the office, only seeming to sound louder than when it was full. Lewd slurping noises can be heard as Xavier goes to town, sucking every drop of your essence he can find, his tongue drawing circles over your sensitive bud as your hips instinctively rock against his mouth. Xavier’s cock throbs painfully inside his slacks as he steadily builds your orgasm, your every movement and noise only adding fuel to the fire. He frees one hand from it’s glove and probes your entrance, watching your fluttering hole suck his fingers in, clenching with desire around the long digits.

Every nerve in your body is begging for release, your head turning to one side, seeing all the empty desks of your colleagues, none of whom will have a clue of what happened on the desk next to them when they get in the next morning. The thought causes heat to gather in your belly, your abdominal muscles tightening in anticipation until Xavier pushes you over the peak, your breath tearing from your throat as you gasp out in ecstasy, pulse after pulse of satisfying pleasure flooding your senses. 

Xavier licks his fingers clean then quickly undoes his pants, his cock finally springing free of its confines, leaking precum on its tip. He guides himself towards your warm, wet, cunt, gently splitting you apart as he fills you up. The stretch of muscle is welcoming, and he rolls your knees onto your chest, making you impossibly tighter around him as he starts to thrust. 

As the air fills with your quiet whimpers, he sighs and settles into a comfortable rhythm, ensuring he bottoms out each time, dragging his length along your inner walls as he withdraws. 

“Maybe next time we should do this on Tara’s desk instead of mine. Imagine her look of confusion when she comes in and sees all her paperwork is stained.”

The beach. He enjoys the noise of the water lapping onto the sand as he pulls you away to a hidden spot on the sandy dunes. Was it really his fault that you wore that sexy little bikini, the one that showed just enough of your sweet ass and lacked just enough support that it didn’t prevent your boobs from jostling around when you walked?

Surrounded by a craggy wall of privacy, his eyes glitter mischievously as he squeezes every part of your body, enjoying the way your face becomes flushed and your kisses become sloppier as he teases your nipples through the bikini top, the peaks visible and hard. He grins unashamedly as you stretch out on your stomach on the beach blanket he’s laid out, and starts to undo the knot at your back. His lips kiss the back of your neck and trail down your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine with each touch. You’re humming lazily, then roll over to expose your breasts to him, sand dotting your collarbones and belly. 

Rafayel dips his head and suckles a pert nipple, groaning. “Oh, you’re all salty babe…from swimming in the ocean. Oh delicious…” He switches to the other one, savoring the taste of the salt and your skin as you moan and reach over to palm him through his swimming trunks. He’s rock hard and throbbing as you stroke his erection and his hips snap forward with each movement of your small hand. 

The sound of the waves crashing down onto the shore and the call of the seagulls disguise the moans and noises of sweet pleasure the both of you are making as Rafayel hooks a finger into the elastic of your bikini bottom and pulls it down. The ocean breeze caresses your body and goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Rafayel chuckles and covers your body, his warmth seeping comfortingly into you as your hands tickle down his back, leaning up to give him unhurried kisses down his happy trail. Unable to hide your enthusiasm anymore, you loosen the drawstring of his swim shorts, tugging down the fabric and freeing his hard meat. It pops up proudly, leaking droplets at the tip. 

You swirl your tongue generously around it and Rafayel bucks almost delicately into your mouth, the moist heat welcome against the chill of the air. He clicks his tongue in dismay as you let go but surprise him by rolling him under you, and quickly changing positions so that your pussy was tantalizingly visible over his face. You go back to eagerly slurping his generous length and feel the wet slip of his tongue lick a hot stripe along your cunt and hum in gratification as he hits your clit. He tasted salty too, and you suck on his tip like a lollipop trying to fit as much of him into your mouth as you could. Saliva drips from your mouth and onto the crevices of his thighs as you pleasure each other. You let out a keening moan, muffled by his cock as he inserts two fingers into your fluttering hole and starts petting your gspot. Your hips rock against his face and when his lips seal over your clit your concentration slips, his cock falling from your mouth as you rest your cheek on his thigh and writhe, all your inhibitions flying loose.

The relentless actions of his tongue and fingers bring you to a satisfactory orgasm, the punch of ecstasy pulsing through you as your fingers find purchase in the sand, bracing yourself and letting out shuddering whines as you ride the dizzying high. 

Rafayel laps at the fluid leaking from your core, and the feeling jolts you into needing more, the clenching of your cunt almost becoming unbearable. You scramble off his face, resting on your knees as you drag your pussy down his chest, then tease his swollen cockhead with your drooling hole. Rafayel hisses at the sensitivity and before you could react he thrusts his hips and sheathes himself inside you. 

Full and in a haze of need, you ride him, feeling his hands firmly grasp your fleshy ass, gently prying apart your cheeks as you bounced so that he can see the way your hole slides over him, enveloping him in that sweet essence.

“Ahh fuck…” Rafayel’s thrusts get sloppy as the slap of skin on skin gets more urgent, your moans mingling in the salty air as you push him to the edge. Rafayel grits his teeth as your pussy spasms around him, milking him dry as he unloads, his milky seed flooding your channel like sea foam washing up on the sand. 

It excites Sylus to take you on his private balcony. It’s just secluded enough not to give away everything that's happening but open enough that a passerby might hear or see something they weren’t expecting. The excitement is enough to get his blood pumping, a heady rush swooshing through his body as his head fills with illicit thoughts on how to get you to lose control. 

“Sylus please…” You whine helplessly as his head buries itself between your parted thighs, his tongue licking a sinfully pleasurable line from your dripping hole up to your clit. Your hands grip the railing as you moan into the open air while he crouches, a powerful jaguar that wasn’t going to leave you until he’s had his fill. The dim lights of the N109 zone surround you, passing cars and the faint noise of the few people that dared to walk on the streets breaching the edges of your senses.

His hot tongue pushes into your dripping hole and your legs wobble from the heady rush of desire that surges through you. Sylus’s chuckle is muffled and he withdraws, only to replace his tongue with his long, thick fingers. You lean over the edge, trying to steady yourself and Sylus firmly wraps his arms around your middle.

“Please what kitten?” He curls his fingers up into your gspot and pops of color appear behind your closed eyelids as you twitch, your ass jiggling as you dance on his fingers. The air is punctuated with broken moans and Sylus’s eyes gleam in satisfaction at your broken state. “That’s not nearly loud enough. You’ll need to mewl harder than that to even be heard over the traffic.” He gives a teasing lick to your clit and watches your hips jerk. The puffy folds of your sex are leaking copiously, coating his fingers with your slick.

How delightful to have you at his mercy, to have the whole N109 zone hear the pretty noises you made for him, to establish his dominance everywhere. Sylus nuzzles his nose in between your sex, inhaling the sweet musk of your pussy and you reflexively push against him. “This smell when you get so needy for me…it’s intoxicating.” Caged between Sylus and the balcony you’re helpless to do anything else but accept his kisses and licks, feeling him swirl the tip of his tongue on your clit while his fingers work inside you to bring you over the edge. 

When your orgasm finally peaks you sob, your body shaking uncontrollably, all thoughts of not being discovered flying out of the window as pleasure pulses through your body. You bear down on his face, pleasing him immensely as you ride out the dizzying spiral of delight. Once you calm down, Sylus gets to his feet, then to your shock, roughly yanks open the front of your blouse, your tits open to the night air. The taboo of the act brings forth a surge of fresh arousal as he palms the mounds of flesh and you hear the soft noise of a zipper being opened. His cock pushes apart your folds, the engorged head notching into your messy opening and filling your empty canal. You choke out a desperate sound, lost to the noise of the city, but more follow as he thrusts smoothly, his hardened meat kissing your cervix with each stroke.

He offers you his finger and you suck on it for comfort, whining your muffled pleasure as he continues the mutual gratification. 

“That’s a good kitten. Keep purring for me, sweetie.”

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

@theimmortalbuns @otomegamesforlife @sweets-kozume

[yourstrulysylus]

THE WAIST GRAB. THE CHOKING. I CANT FUCKING BREATHE YALL

[nebulaeternal]

GUYS IM GONNA BE WRITING SOME OF THE FILTHIEST SMUT ABOUT THIS MAN REPLY IF YOU WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST

[mivalyn]

🎇 My cunt, his playgrund 🎇

18+, mdni!

Sylus x fem!reader

Cw: oral sex, fingering, sexual obsession

!Requests are open!

Word count: 662

Sylus’s love for eating your cunt isn't just passion; it's a consuming obsession, a primal need that borders on the religious. It’s not simply the taste, the slick heat, the intoxicating scent of your arousal – though he certainly savors each element with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. It's a deeper connection, a visceral understanding of your body, a language spoken only through the frantic dance of his tongue against your most sensitive flesh. He knows your pussy intimately; he knows the exact pressure to apply, the precise rhythm that sends shivers down your spine, the exact spot on your clit that pushes you over the precipice of oblivion.

He begins slowly, a teasing exploration, his tongue tracing the delicate contours of your labia, mapping every curve, every fold of your exquisite, throbbing pussy. His breath ghosts across your skin, sending a wave of heat that ripples through your core. Then the pace picks up, a relentless rhythm that builds and builds, his tongue a hungry, expert instrument working your pussy with a feverish intensity that leaves you breathless. He alternates between gentle licks that tease and firm, deliberate strokes that leave your cunt aching for more. He teases your clit to the very edge of orgasm, only to pull back, leaving you panting and begging for release. The anticipation is a delicious agony, pushing your pleasure to almost unbearable heights.

His tongue delves deeper into your folds, exploring the warmth and slickness within, dancing around your sensitive G-spot with an almost brutal tenderness. His movements are precise, deliberate, a carefully choreographed routine designed to unravel your very being. His breath hitches, his own arousal mirroring yours, the heat of his skin intensifying against yours. He never holds back, never hesitates to explore every inch, every crevice, every sensitive nerve ending of your cunt. The taste of your juices, mingled with his own pre-cum, only fuels his fervor, his tongue working with an almost frantic energy to push you towards the brink of release.

Occasionally, his fingers join the fray, adding another layer of intensity to the already overwhelming sensations. His touch is surprisingly tender yet firm; his fingers expertly working your clit while his tongue continues its relentless assault on your pussy. He might tease your perineum, arousing a different kind of pleasure, before moving back to your clit, creating a symphony of sensations that leaves you weak with pleasure. He’ll often use one finger, tracing circles around your clit, gradually increasing the pressure, pushing you towards the precipice of climax while simultaneously toying with your sensitive G-spot with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure that radiate through your entire body.

Other times, two or even three fingers might join the dance, adding another dimension of intense pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations. The combination of his tongue and fingers is an exquisite torture, a calculated torment designed to push you beyond your limits, leaving you breathless, spent, and utterly consumed by his obsession. He pushes you to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, savoring your moans, your cries, your desperate pleas for release, before pulling back, leaving you hanging, aching, needing more. He knows how much you crave this relentless pleasure, this overwhelming, consuming attention.

It’s a messy, passionate affair, a testament to a love that is both consuming and entirely depraved. His cum mingles with your juices, a thick, glistening mess, a testament to the intensity of his devotion. The taste of your cunt, the feel of his fingers and tongue, the sheer overwhelming intensity of his devotion – it leaves you panting, trembling, begging for more, even as your body aches with the aftershocks of orgasm. You're a mess, a shuddering, panting mess, your pussy slick and swollen, your clit still throbbing. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. This is your ritual, your depravity, your shared obsession – a symphony of pleasure and pain orchestrated by the man who knows your cunt better than you do.

[starlightguh]

Mermaid Hotel

Word Count: 2,198

Summary: When Thomas decides to stick you and Rafayel in a cheesy themed mermaid suite, he thinks he’s getting revenge on Rafayel. Little did he know the room came with a water bed, and Rafayel is very good at controlling the tides.

Tags: Smut, water bed sex, NSFW, porn with very little plot

A/N: Sooo, this might not be my best work but I needed some practice to get over my writers block, so bam. Water bed sex. Read at your own risk, but MDNI! Enjoy all you Raf girlyss~

Rafayel had invited me on an impromptu trip to his latest art gallery. He was very insistent on it since he claimed the city where the gala was being held had the most beautiful beaches. I needed a break from the insane influx of wanderers, so I agreed. It would take us two days to get to the city we needed to be in since we had a late layover flight.

Thomas was usually in charge of all of Rafayel’s travel plans, I guess he was frantic when Raf demanded last minute that I be added as a plus one. I feel bad for Thomas sometimes, since Rafayel can be very demanding, but I know the bickering between the two in a way, feels almost familial. Though, little did we anticipate, Thomas had a small version of revenge up his sleeve.

Me and Rafayel were a bit exhausted from our long flight and were sluggish in the hotel lobby. However, as soon as we reached our room, we were jolted with surprise.

The neon moodlighting reflected off the clear plastic of fake bubbles along the walls, there were fishnets and various aquatic themed posters also on the walls. It was a mermaid themed room.

“Now this is just offensive,” Rafayel’s face contourted in disgust at the kitsch decor of the room.

I felt a burst of laughter erupt from my chest at this ordeal, “I guess this is what you get for giving Thomas gray hairs.” I set my bags down and began to take a look at all the cute mermaid and fish themed nicknacks that had adorned the dresser below the tv.

With a drained sigh he walks over to the bed that has a giant seashell headboard, he stares at it and reaches out to poke it, “A water bed really? That’s so outdated.” Rafayel rolls his eyes and scoffs at the bed as if it personally offended him.

I turn with wide eyes, “Really? I’ve never slept on a water bed before.”

Rafayel chuckles, “It’s not exactly practical cutie.” He then pauses briefly as his eyes catch something on the dresser.

I quirk my head at his sudden peak of interest as he walks over and grabs an iridescent blue vase, it almost looks like an antique perfume bottle. Rafayel inspects it by trying to swish it around and determine if there’s liquid inside.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It couldn’t possibly be what I think it is, there’s no way a cheap hotel like this would have Lumerian scents…” He popped the topper off the vase and inhaled. Suddenly, it was like a switch had been flipped.

Rafayel immediately started panting and groaning.

“Raf? Are you okay?” I touched his shoulder to check on him and he tried to push me off with a slight hiss.

“This is…” he gasped as one of his hands clasped at the front of his shirt, “It’s…Lumerian…It’s a pheromone…One a bride would typically use on her wedding.”

He seemed in agony as he closed the vase and fell to his knees on the floor. His purple-pinkish eyes nearly looked black as he looked up at me with nothing but desperation painted across his face as he whimpered my name.

“Help….I…I can't, I need you right now….” He gasped and raised his torso to hug my legs and nuzzle into them with desperation.

I was at a loss of words at this sudden shift, but with the tight grip he had on the back of my thigh and the look in his eye, I let out a shaky breath and nodded, “I’m not sure what happened to you, but whatever you need. I’m yours…”

As soon as the words left my mouth, Rafayel stood and lifted me by my hips as he threw my back against the bed. As I fell back, the plop of water sloshing resounded in my ear as the next thing I knew Rafayel’s lips were on my neck as his hands lifted up my legs.

“Raf-“ I gasped at his boldness, his actions were hurried and desperate as he tried to hold on to my body desperately as if I would drift off like the waves of the water beneath us.

“Shhh, I need this right now or I’ll go crazy…Let me take care of you my beloved bride,” he groans as he slides off my leggings and panties all at once.

He lets out a shaky breath at my exposed form and I start to feel dizzy as Rafayel then begins to drool on my bare sex and licks his lips as he brings his face down to give an experimental lick. I arch my body up and close my thighs around his head, trapping his face to my hole.

He doesn’t move as he just sensually licks and sucks at me like he’s savoring his favorite ice cream. My moans are drowned out in my own ears as I can hear nothing but the water in the bed slosh around. It felt like I had laid back in the bathtub and could hear only sounds of water moving with my body, except, unlike the bathtub, the only thing wet was the mixture of slick and saliva as Rafayel ate me out.

My thighs gripped his face harder as he purposely sucked my sensitive bud, “C-Close…I’m close,” I gasped.

I received nothing but a happy humm in response, the vibrations of his voice sending me over the edge as I moaned with fervor at my release.

“Rafa….” I gapped as I opened my thighs to release his face. He pulled back and stared at me with those dark eyes as he undid his belt. His cheeks and ears were a bit tinged in a blush as his purple fluffy hair was now disheveled and his lower lips covered in my essence.

Never breaking eye contact, he ripped his high waisted black pants down and his usual low cut white shirt was gone in an instant as he crawled on top of my body. The motion of him climbing on top of me caused the water to propel me even closer to him as my bare cunt brushed against his still covered lower half.

As I could feel his hard length against me, I was taken aback as he laughed deeply in my ear. The reveberations of his laughter caused the waterbed to shake abit and I was moving up and down like I was floating in a lazy river. “What’s so funny?” I asked as he looked down at me with a bright and cheeky smirk, his usual teasing pink coloring returning to his eyes.

“You should see how you look right now, like a birdy drowning in the sea with how much you keep moving back and forth.”

“Well, I’m being swallowed by the motion of the water, what else am I supposed to do? How are you so composed on this thing?”

He sat up as he began to take off his boxers, a confident and arrogant expression painting his face, “Me and the waters are one and the same,” after he finished undressing and I can see his dripping length standing straight as he comes closer to whisper in my ear once more, “We’re both unpredictable and all encompassing.”

With that his hands slide down my torso to then lift up my shirt and push it over my head, his mouth meeting the pebbles of my now erect nipples. I let out a small moan at the sensation and desperation of his suckling mouth on my chest.

With a pop his mouth leaves my nipple as he laughs while moving his hips to make the water shake me, I’m at a loss as the waves make my body move sporadically. I try and sit up to have a similar vantage as Rafayel, but he meets my lips in a passionate kiss as I lay flat against my back.

“Are you ready for me my bride?” His voice is almost unfamiliar as its deep purr resounds into my very core and I shiver.

I let out a shaky yes and suddenly I gasp as he slams a knee into the bed and suddenly the motion of my body slides to connect him and me in one swift motion. “N-no fair! That was sneaky!”

“Shhh, you know you love it cutie,” he laughs as both of his hands grip the sides of my hips. Rafayel’s lips trail into the crook of my neck as his hips send crashing waves into the bed as he thrusts in and out of me with a smooth rhythm.

“I must say, this is actually fulfilling some fantasies of mine.”

I whine as he hits a sensitive spot within me and bites down on my neck, “Raf-Please.” I feel breathless as my body is floating in pleasure with every crash of our hips. The water surrounding us in this cheap mattress make me feel as if I’m drowning in an endless ocean of pleasure. I was drowning in Rafayel’s very being, and I never wanted to come up for air.

“Please,” he mocks me in a deep voice, “I should make you beg more for the way you’re driving me wild.” He removes his face from my neck and meets my lips to force them to open for him. With a moan he sucks on my tongue and his hips speed up.

The wetness of our bodies and groans of exctasy mix with the sounds of splashing waves of the bed below us. My nails find their way to Rafayels back and I drag them down as I feel my crescendo reaching.

I pull away from his lips and lean my back and yell out his name. “Rafayel!”

He lets out a shaky breath as he continues at a relentless pace, “Not yet, just a bit more cutie.” Rafayel grunts as he presses me deeper into the sinking bed. I clench around him unable to control my own bodily reactions.

“I can’t! Rafayel please,” I can feel tears welling in the corner of my eyes from trying my best to hold off my orgasm, but finally as his hips slam even deeper within me, I lose myself.

“Come for me, my beloved bride,” he pants as he keeps the same rhythm.

I feel weightless as my legs shake from intense pleasure and the rest of my body goes slack as Rafayel keeps chasing his high. I lightly drag my fingers up from the scratched I made on his back to reach up into the hair at the nape of his neck.

I dig my fingers in a bit gently and pull as my eyes meet his intense purple gaze, “Let go Rafayel…”

His face contorts into an almost melancholic pout as he scrunches his eyes closed and with a final thrust that resounds a smack throughout the cheesy themed room, I feel the warmth of his spend drip into me.

Rafayel pants and collapses ontop of me as he hums with pleasure in his voice as his body is still painting my insides.

“Well that certainly is one for the books for me,” my voice is a bit gravelly and hoarse as I laugh at the absurdity of our situation.

“I actually think I might have to thank Thomas instead of yelling at him,” Rafayel grumbles into my chest.

“And here I thought you didn’t like water beds,” I started to run my hands through his hair as I teased him.

“You know I think I might buy a couple for my studio now,” he props his chin up on my chest and looks at me with a cheeky smirk, “Only if you test them out with me.”

“While this was fun, I don’t know how fun sleeping on this will actually be.”

He reached a hand out to touch my cheek, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on them, “Who said anything about sleeping?”

After a few spent moments of us basking in the after glow, we got up and cleaned ourselves off to actually get some needed sleep. As I glanced back at that blue bottle on the counter, I couldn’t help my curiosity.

“Rafayel, what is that pheromone that made you crazy? You said something about Lumeria, right?”

He crosses his arm and stares at me with a pout, “Well, I’m not sure you need to know what it is, just know that I’ll be taking that stuff with me to use at a further date. So prepare yourself miss bodyguard, because next time you won’t walk away so easily from me.”

“Is that a threat?” I laugh as he lays down next to me and captures me in his arms. He once again manipulates the unease of the waters below us to push my body as close as possible to his.

“Oh cutie, it’s a promise.” He kisses the crown of my head as the waves and the warmth of his arms help me drift off to a peaceful slumber.

That night I dream of a life underseas and a purpled haired merman worshiping my body with the waves surrounding us.

~fin~

[robynhoodwrites]

❆❆Zayne x Reader x Xavier❆❆

Written upon recommendation! This is written in first person from the readers POV. Contains smut, but begins with fluff :) All three characters are in a pre-established relationship, and the main character is written AFAB, but is referred to with they/them pronouns.

Minors DNI! This writing contains the following themes: slight offscreen injury (it's not that bad I promise), all three characters are switches (Xavier = heavy bottom lean, Zayne = heavy top lean), oral sex, threesome, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, hand jobs, and praise.

"Hey, can you hear me? Hello?” I hear a distant, echoing voice yell. I can barely see, my vision blurry as I come back into consciousness. I feel an ache in my lungs, my chest feeling slightly tight as I grip the bed sheets beneath me.

 Bedsheets? Wasn’t I just out fighting a wanderer with Xavier? The wanderer had been tough, releasing bubbles that exploded if not popped in a certain amount of time.

“Hey, you okay?” I hear the worried voice ask, my eyes finally focusing on the person above me. His silvery hair is shining under the bright fluorescent light above us, his eyes filled with a look of anxiety. The room finally comes into focus, and I start to notice all of the medical equipment surrounding me.

“What happened?” I ask, slowly rising in bed and rubbing my eyes. Xavier steadies me by grabbing my shoulders and leaning me against the back of the elevated hospital bed.

“One of Snoozer’s bubbles popped right next to you. Knocked you out cold,” Xavier almost whispers, his hand rising to brush a strand of hair out of my face. “You didn’t seem to get injured at all, you just kind of… passed out.”

His fingers remain on my face, cradling my cheek as we stare into each other’s eyes. I feel the stiffness leave his body as he sighs, the worry being lifted off of him at my awakening. A small smile creeps onto his lips, his hand still resting warmly on my cheek.

The sliding door to the room opens suddenly, causing me to flinch at the sudden intrusion. Xavier just calmly looks towards the doorway, a tall and dark-haired man walking into the room and towards the two of us.

“Zayne? You’re still working this late?” I ask, smiling slightly at the sight of such a familiar face. The man does not smile, moving to my side and putting a thermometer in my mouth. It beeps and Zayne takes the machine out of my mouth, sighing before finally looking down at my face.

“I was just getting off my shift when they wheeled you in. Decided to put in some overtime so I could be the one to check on you,” He mutters, writing something down in his notebook and closing it with a snap.

“To check on me, or to scold me?” I mutter, already feeling the sour attitude radiating off of him. I hear a small chuckle rise from Xavier’s throat, and he claps a hand over his mouth before it can reach the surface.

“A little bit of that, too. How could you be so reckless?” He asks, his tone stern. He puts his gloved hand over mine lovingly, but his gaze is still stony. “You didn’t know what was in that bubble! It could have been poisonous for all you know!”

“What was in that bubble?” Xavier asks, resting his chin on his hands in the chair next to my bed. Zayne shoots him a stony glare, and Xavier raises both his hands in a defensive manner.

“It was just a simple sedative, but that’s not the point! They could have been gravely injured,” he sighs, rubbing his temples in frustration. “I know that it’s your job, but please proceed with a bit more caution next time. You scared me,” he says softly, his eyes darting back to mine with a hint of worry in them.

A bit of warmth fills my cheeks, my eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise. I can’t believe the stoic Dr. Zayne was worried about me this much! “I’m sorry, Zayne. I’ll be more careful next time,” I say softly, my thumb rubbing over his hand affectionately.

“Do you have any worrying symptoms?” Zayne asks, flipping through my chart and writing little notes here and there. I quickly scan my body, searching for any odd pains or aches.

“Honestly, I’m just tired. Nothing besides that,” I state, and Zayne closes his notebook with a sigh of relief. I feel a squeeze on my arm, Xavier’s hand resting softly on my forearm in encouragement.

“Since it was just a sedative and you have no unnatural symptoms, you are released from the hospital. I will be driving the two of you home,” he says, patting my leg and smoothing down some bits of Xavier’s hair before walking into the hospital hallway.

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The car rumbles softly beneath me, my exhausted body strewn across the backseats as I try and get some rest. Zayne drives slowly and carefully, both his hands gripping the wheel tightly.

“Let me hold your hand,” Xavier mutters to him, trying to coax one of his muscular hands off of the steering wheel. Zayne shoos his hand away, focusing on the road. “Hey!” Xavier whines, his arms crossing in front of him.

“You’re not supposed to drive with only one hand on the wheel,” Zayne begins, a stern look on his face. Such a stickler for the rules. “And I’m not happy with you either, you know. You let them get hurt!” Xavier gives him a fake frown, his puppy dog eyes baring into Zayne’s cold ones. Finally, after a moment, Zayne relents to Xavier and rubs his thumb along the outside of Xavier’s hand.

We sit like this for a while, Zayne and Xavier holding hands while I rest comfortably in the back. Then, after the tell-tale bump of the car going into park, I realize we’ve arrived at our apartment.

Xavier lets me rest against his shoulder as we walk through the parking lot, and I smile as I lean into the heat of his body. Zayne walks in front of us, his body still tense from the frustration he felt earlier. He holds the door open, flicking the lights on and ushering us into the apartment.

Xavier begins leading me to the couch, but Zayne intervenes. “They needs more rest. Let’s have them lay in the bedroom,” he says, lightly putting a hand on Xavier's back and leading us farther into the apartment.

Once I am finally lying comfortably in my bed, Zayne begins to leave the room. Before he can leave his space beside me, I grab his wrist. He turns, a soft look finally replacing the cold one he has had since the hospital. “Where are you going?” I ask, slightly pleading with my voice.

“I’m getting you water,” Zayne begins, but Xavier walks in with a cup full of water and places it on the bedside table next to me. Xavier smiles mischievously at Zayne before leading him over to the bed.

“Now you have no excuse not to stay here and cuddle,” Xavier says, pinching Zayne’s cheek affectionately and patting the empty space on the bed. Zayne sighs and lays down, the two of them sandwiching me and wrapping their arms around me carefully.

Zayne, though facing me, is avoiding eye contact. He looks down at his hand instead, which is rubbing against my arm comfortingly. “Zayne, are you still mad?” I ask, my voice nearly a whisper. His eyes shoot up to mine, his hand moving from my arm to my chin.

“I was never mad at you, sweetie. I was just worried. When I saw them wheeling you in, I imagined the worst possible things that could have happened to you…” he trails off, not finishing his sentence. The look in his eyes is enough for me to imagine how he must have felt.

“Xavier was worried, too. He almost started bawling, the poor guy,” Zayne says jokingly, and Xavier playfully hits him in the arm. I turn my head to face Xavier, my heart jumping slightly in my chest.

“I didn’t wanna scold them over it. You were doing a good enough job for the both of us!” Xavier jokes to Zayne, but a small glint of sadness in his eyes tells me that what Zayne said is true. I feel a pang of guilt in my chest at the thought of how worried these boys must have been.

“Please don’t feel guilty, though. You were just doing your job, and we know it isn’t your fault that you got hurt,” Xavier says, spotting the look of guilt on my face. I sigh a little bit in relief, but there is still a bit of guilt lingering in the pit of my stomach. “Just don’t ever worry us like that again.”

“I’m sorry guys,” I say softly, a small frown spreading across my face. Zayne tilts my head over to his, using his thumb to playfully wipe the frown off of my face. His gaze lingers for a moment on my lips, his finger trailing over the bottom one lightly. He snaps out of it, his hand leaving my face and going back to resting lightly in mine.

A shiver runs down my spine, that gesture alone being enough to turn me on. How can someone be so unintentionally hot? I find myself blushing, flustered even though we’ve already been dating for a few months now. I just can’t ever get used to how amazing he makes me feel.

I feel Xavier chuckle lightly, his warm breath tickling my neck. He’s already caught on to what I’m feeling, tracing small circles onto my arm. Zayne still looks oblivious, too busy admiring my face to notice how flustered I am. I separate my hand from Zayne’s, placing it on his chest before slowly trailing it downwards.

His eyes widen, his hand stopping mine just before it reaches its final destination. “You need to rest, I don’t want to make you feel worse-” He begins, but my hand shoots up to cover his mouth.

“I feel great. I was tired, but that nap in the car gave me all the energy I need,” I whisper, my hand resuming its place on his lower abdomen. He hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding in response, a glint of excitement sparkling in his eyes. I feel a sudden poke in my ass, Xavier already getting slightly hard just from watching.

A smirk plays across my face, my body rolling over to face Xavier. My eyes meet his, and I notice a small look of desperation flitting across his face. “Someone’s already excited, and we haven’t even done anything yet,” I hear Zayne whisper from behind me, his hand idly tracing up and down my arm in a nauseatingly slow, teasing motion.

I feel my body heat up, a small warmth beginning to pool in my pajama pants. “Just a bit of simple touch and the two of you are already all worked up,” Zayne whispers, already proud of his effect on us. Xavier then turns to look at him, the pleading look in his eyes making Zayne groan.

“You made this poor thing worry about you. Why don’t you show him how sorry you are?” Zayne purrs in my ear, his erection now firmly pressing against me. I only nod in response, climbing on top of Xavier and beginning to unbuckle his pants.

Xavier attempts to speak, but Zayne cuts him off with a swift kiss. A moan leaves Xavier’s mouth instead, his hand running through Zayne’s hair. I manage to get his pants off, leaving only a pair of boxers between myself and his dick.

I slowly pull down on the fabric, watching Xavier’s length spring up to meet me. I take it in hand, pausing before moving any further. “You ready, Xav?” I ask, and he lets out a whimper. Finally, he breaks from his kiss with Zayne to look at me, practically pleading with his eyes.

“Please,” Xavier whines, before his lips are swallowed up by Zayne again. I slowly take his tip in my mouth, licking the little dots of precum that line it. He moans again, muffled by Zayne’s mouth clashing with his. I feel my eyes close, my head moving further down his shaft at an agonizing rate.

Zayne takes his mouth off of Xavier's, trailing kisses down his neck instead. “As much as I love your lips, I need to hear you. I need to hear the way you beg for more,” Zayne whispers, finding a place in the crook of Xavier’s neck to bite down on lightly. Xavier whimpers, the mix of sensations being a little too much for him.

I move faster down his length, using my hands to massage the parts that I can’t fit in my mouth. I feel Zayne adjust his position, and open my eyes to find that he has left Xavier entirely. Xavier just throws his head back, still caught up in the feeling of my ministrations.

I feel a sudden chill as my pajama pants are pulled down, leaving my bottom half bare as my clothes are stripped from me. Zayne had moved behind me while I was focusing on Xavier, now grabbing my ass tightly. “You were doing such a good job. I couldn’t help myself,” he mutters, his hand trailing down towards my heat.

A single finger swipes across my clit, a moan escaping from my mouth and onto Xavier’s dick. This vibration is all he needs to finally finish, his hips thrusting up into my mouth as he spasms from pure pleasure. Strings of his warmth shoot into the back of my throat, another moan leaving Xavier’s lips as his cock twitches in my mouth.

I attempt to help Xavier clean up his mess, but one of Zayne’s fingers pushes its way into me. I moan again, my attempts to clean Xavier becoming futile as the strength leaves my upper body. Zayne takes his finger out for only a second, flipping me over so that I am lying with my back on top of Xavier.

Xavier just cradles me in his arms, moving my legs farther apart so that Zayne can continue his work. Xavier wrenches my shirt off, his arms crawling up my hips slowly. At the same time that Xavier’s hands meet my breasts, Zayne’s tongue meets my clit.

A feeling like a jolt of electricity shoots through me, the pleasure of both sensations making me writhe below the two of them. “Hold still, you’re doing such a great job,” Xavier whispers into my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. He tweaks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensation causing another moan to escape my lips.

Zayne continues lapping at my clit, now pumping two fingers in and out of me and rubbing against my walls sensually. I feel the pressure start to build in my stomach, the nearing orgasm making a whimper escape my lips. “Please, come for me,” Xavier whispers in my ear yet again. I feel myself reaching my peak, a string of curses flowing from my mouth as I ride Zayne’s face. Xavier’s lips meet mine, scraping my bottom lip lightly with his teeth.

“Think you can handle more?” Zayne asks the two of us, and I can’t find the words to respond.

“Always,” Xavier answers, looking down at me for my answer. I just nod, gasping when Xavier flips me over onto my hands and knees. My ass is to Xavier, with my face hanging over the edge of the bed where Zayne is now standing. He begins to unbuckle his belt; his shirt having already come off when he stood up earlier.

Xavier lines himself up with my entrance, teasing my folds by rubbing his head along them slowly. An eager moan escapes my lips, trying to back up onto his dick myself. He just pulls away, chuckling to himself in a low tone. Zayne is finally fully naked in front of me, his dick dripping in precum as he taps its head against my closed lips.

I eagerly open my mouth, taking in his dick hungrily and swirling my tongue around the tip. I feel Xavier slowly move into me, letting out a deep groan at the feeling of my tight walls around him. Zayne curses, his hand finding its place in my hair as he moves deeper into my mouth.

The two of them move in sync, pushing in and out of me at equal speeds as I feel more warmth pool in my already aching pussy. “Fuck, you have no idea how good you feel,” Xavier whines, thrusting even faster into me. Zayne moans in agreement, pulling harder at my hair as he helps guide my head up and down his length.

Xavier’s firm hands grip my hips, angling me so that he can thrust even deeper into me. I moan onto Zayne’s cock, my fingers gripping tightly into the bedsheets below me. Xavier moves faster, his twitching cock telling me that he is already about to cum.

Zayne seems to realize, too. He carefully takes his cock out of my mouth, moving away from me and towards Xavier. I can’t even argue, the pleasure from Xavier so strong and constant that the only noise I can make is a moan.

Xavier finally reaches his peak, pulling out of me to finish onto my ass. Zayne wraps his hand around Xavier’s cock, pumping as he shoots ropes onto me. Xavier throws his head back, a loud groan echoing throughout the room.

“Such a good job,” Zayne purrs, licking the mess that Xavier left on my ass. When he finishes, he flips me over onto my back yet again, not hesitating before thrusting himself into me aggressively. I let out a yelp, a mix of both pain and pleasure filling me in an instant.

He thrusts in and out of me at immense speed, obviously longing for release as much as I am. Xavier lies down next to me, breathing heavily from his orgasm. He runs his fingers along my breasts, squeezing them like a stress toy in his hands.

Zayne continues thrusting, one of his fingers reaching down to rub circles along my clit. All of the pleasure building in me finally bursts, my legs shaking as my walls clench around Zayne’s cock. He moans, his orgasm also quickly arriving now that I am tighter around him.

“Xavier,” he moans, calling the man over to him longingly. Xavier immediately sits up, opening his mouth as Zayne quickly pulls out of me. He sticks his already-leaking dick into Xavier’s mouth, throwing his head back as a deep moan escapes his lips.

Xavier swallows, licking a little bit of excess off of his lips, before collapsing next to me on the bed. Zayne joins, the three of us relaxing in each other’s warmth as our bodies twitch from pleasure. Zayne traces circles on my stomach, his chest heaving with each breath as he recovers from his orgasm.

Xavier pushes his naked body against mine, enveloping me in his warmth as he spoons me. “Was that a good enough apology?” I ask, my eyes meeting Zayne’s.

“It was perfect. Just don’t scare us again, and we can do this any time you like,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.

“I like the sound of that,” Xavier mutters, before falling into a deep sleep. Zayne and I smile at him, our hands meeting as we both slowly fall asleep with him.

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[littlest-w01f]

HOW WERE YOU SO FAST WITH IT? 🤯🤯 wow

The devil works fast but Sylus deprived bitches with an exam tomorrow work faster 💅

[sussypique]

Lemurian form Rafayel my beloved

Still figuring out what I want it to look like lol

[shomatoriashi]

11/26/24; 10:00pm

sylus x fem.reader (non mc)

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

notes: once a sylus girly, always a sylus girly…

admittedly, your first meeting with sylus occurred in a more… unorthodox manner.

that night, you had just gotten off a late shift at work, feeling the cool air cause slight shivers to course through you. you hug your coat tighter to your form all while taking in your surroundings.

as you kept walking, you became aware of a suspicious pair of footsteps that seemed to follow your every move.

when you stopped, the same lingering steps would stop as well.

each time you would turn a corner or dash to the other side of the street-

you swore you could feel the hairs raising at the back of your neck at the strange sensation of being watched and followed.

not wishing to lead this bastard straight to your apartment, your eyes take in the sight of the neon lights that flash above you, reading the name of the bar as you entered crow’s haven for the first time.

the bar was dimly lit with a surprising number of patrons all scattered throughout the area. as your eyes take in the lavish furniture and the expensive alcohol everyone was consuming, you slowly began to realize just how out of place you were while in this high class bar.

the sounds of doors opening makes you stiffen, with you looking back to see an unfamiliar man walk in, dark eyes scanning the bar before landing on your frozen form. letting out a string of curses, you turn away from the entrance and began heading deeper inside of the bar, your gaze finally landing on a tall man with silver locks of hair.

you take in the sight of his pristine, black and red suit and make a beeline toward him. your hands reach out to grab at the ends of the expensive fabric, earning you a momentary look of disdain from the man as he acknowledges you with a narrowed, crimson gaze.

“what’s this? has a kitten gotten lost and found her way into a crow’s lair?”

shivers were felt running down your spine at the sound of his rich voice felt reverberating in your ear. “s-sorry, but, i need your help. can you pretend to be my boyfriend, at least until that fucker backs off?”

the man immediately straightens his posture, towering over you as he stood well past 6 feet in height. he places a hand on your shoulder, already seeing the unknown man making his way toward you.

“didn’t i tell you how dangerous it is to talk to strangers, sweetie?” you allow him to take a protective stance in front of you, gazing at the man who stalked you with a bored expression.

“hey man, i don’t mean no harm, just wanted to talk to that pretty lady over there.” the man gestures at you, yet before he can take another step a sudden click was heard, causing your stalker’s eyes to go wide when he was suddenly faced with a barrel of a gun.

“she’s mine.” those final words rang with such finality that you nearly fell to your knees. have you ever met a man that exuded such confidence before in your life? a man who’s beauty could rival that of gods themselves-

no, absolutely not.

the man backs away while stuttering out excuses, and to add insult to injury, your savior merely snaps his fingers as several men surrounded your potential stalker before physically escorting him out of the club.

relief courses through you, and you watch as your savior returns his gun back into the confines of his suit. the bartender already tends to him, refilling his shot glass of whiskey. as you take a moment to calm down your rapidly beating heart, you carefully step aside, “ah, thank you… for helping me back there. i should… probably head home-“

he stops you from moving forward by gently gripping at your wrist, “i don’t think that’s a good idea, kitten. after all, if you leave my safety, then there’s a chance that he’s standing out there, waiting for you.” crimson eyes now shone with amusement while he downs his shot of whiskey in a single gulp, not even fazed by the burn of the alcohol, “and i’ve already told him that you’re mine, kitten.”

unable to speak, you watch as he leans forward to take your hand in his, pressing a kiss at the back of it before telling you, “the name’s sylus… and i don’t mind keeping you under my protection until things settle down. what do you say?”

truthfully, you would be a fool not to take him up on his offer.

which lead you to where you are now, where sylus has been your “fake boyfriend” for close to two years now.

and that fact made you feel so giddy and stupidly in love with him.

sunlight streams through the window, painting your shared bedroom in brilliant hues. too happy to sleep in, you had woken up first to prepare some breakfast in bed for sylus in celebration of your anniversary. with several breakfast items on the tray, you tiptoe into the room, your smile breaking into a grin upon seeing sylus sleeping on his chest.

setting off your tray of breakfast to the side, you crept closer to the bed, wishing to tease your beloved a bit this morning. doing a countdown in your head, you land against sylus’s back, earning a grunt from him as you littered his skin with a plethora of kisses.

“hehe, morning sysy…”

sylus lets out a series of grumbles, slowly turning around so that he was lying back in bed while taking you within his embrace. “hmph… you’re up early. and you’re hyper, too.”

you gasp, “i am not hyper! i’m just incredibly happy today… and you know what today is, so don’t even pretend.”

a rich chuckle fills your ears, making you shiver once more in response. despite the millions of times you have basked in his voice, you couldn’t seem to get used to it, as it still sent pleasant sensations to course through you.

“truly… thinking back on that night when we first met- i was scared. i didn’t want some creep to know where i lived-“

“and so the lost kitten made her way inside a crow’s lair, seeking shelter.” a devilish grin spreads across sylus’s lips when he presses a quick kiss against your lips, “and the crow took pity on her and made a promise to keep her safe.”

“yeah…” you trail off and smile at the memory. deep down, you knew you were drawn to sylus and could sense that he was more than capable of protecting you.

you didn’t regret meeting him at all.

shaking your head, you break out of your reveries and smile back at sylus, “that’s why, i really wanted to celebrate our two year anniversary together. i decided to start off by making some breakfast in bed for you.”

you gesture towards the desk, earning a pleased hum from sylus. “i must say, that’s very thoughtful of you, kitten. however… i hope you won’t be too upset when i tell you that the type of hunger i have cannot be satiated by something as simple as food.” he frames at your face, smirk seeming to widen when he captures a lock of your hair and twirls it against his fingertips, “in fact, what i crave for is something far more decadent.”

“huh? what do you mean?”

sylus simply shakes his head, “instead of answering with words, why don’t i show you with my actions?”

“oh… okay…?”

you trail off, feeling your lips turn dry when sylus moves down your body, settling himself between your legs as he pushes up the fabric of your oversized shirt. his crimson gaze focuses solely on you while he breathes in your scent, settling his lips against your inner thigh. keeping his eyes shut, he basks in your scent before using one of his hands to grip at the waistband of your panties.

already, you felt the moisture beginning to pool between your legs, your breathing slowly turning labored when sylus pulls your panties down the rest of the way using his teeth alone. amusement and desire paints his gaze as he meets your slicked core, taking in the scent of your honeyed arousal before delving into your walls with his tongue.

the wet muscles was felt pushing inside of you, giving you such a hedonistic friction that had to be sinful with how good it felt. your hands automatically go into his hair, and you found yourself pressing your aching sex even deeper against him. sylus was relentless when it came to tasting you, drinking up all you had to offer as he made sure that not even a single drop of your arousal fell against the sheets.

playing your body with a familiar expertise, your back arches against the mattress as your climax rushes out of you in waves, your gasps quickly morphing into broken moans of his name, earning a pleased grunt from the onychinus leader.

your mind was in a daze after such an intense release, yet you remained in such a muddled state even as sylus pulled you closer to him by your ankles. rapid movements were felt below you, and when you blearily looked to the side, you felt your walls clench in response to sylus rapidly stroking his cock to full hardness before he presses his mushroom tip against your entrance.

“you drive me crazy, kitten. ever since the moment i laid eyes on you, you were truly mine.” he completes his statement by fully thrusting into you, bottoming out while setting a rapid pace. your legs wrap around his waist as you felt a newfound urgency at reaching your completion with him. the squelching sounds of your lovemaking echoes throughout the room while sylus continues to press lingering kisses against your damp skin all while hotly whispering into your ear-

“happy anniversary, sweetie… let’s celebrate by never leaving this bed.”

end notes: an unedited thirst post that needs to be written for all of the sylus girlies out there (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[delulugirlulu]

Unraveled | Chapter 2: Crossing the Line

Characters - Sylus x Reader, Sylus x Y/N

Word Count - 1,468

A/N - This took a HOT MINUTE, my last post Chapter 1: Tension and Tease was posted last October 13, I'm so sorry, life happened (｡>﹏<) But here I am now, and the Chapter 2 as promised! Will be drafting Chapter 3 and scheduling it to make-up for the lost time!

And now, the story...

The soft hum of the city outside faded into the background, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the crackling tension between them. Sylus’s hand, warm and steady, traced slow patterns along Y/N’s back, every stroke sending sparks of electricity down her spine. She trembled under his touch, her body responding before her mind could catch up. They’d been teetering on the edge of this moment for so long, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Sylus asked again, his voice rough, barely a whisper as his lips hovered over her skin. His breath was warm, teasing her ear, and each word vibrated in her chest like a promise laced with danger.

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to steady her racing heart. Her body felt on fire, every nerve alive, every inch of her skin hypersensitive to his touch. She could feel his warmth beneath her fingertips, the hard muscles flexing under her palm as she clung to him. There was no doubt in her mind—she wanted this. She wanted him.

“I’m more than okay,” she breathed, her voice soft but certain. Her gaze flicked to meet his, her eyes wide with anticipation. “I want this, Sylus. I want you.”

His red eyes darkened, the heat in them intensifying as his grip on her tightened. “Once we cross this line, there’s no going back, kitten,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver racing down her spine. “You understand that, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. The danger, the thrill of what was about to happen only made her want it more. She knew this wasn’t a decision to take lightly, but with Sylus, the pull was irresistible. He was her chaos, her storm, and she wanted to dive into it, no matter the cost.

“I don’t want to go back,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “I need this… I need you.”

Sylus’s gaze flickered with something dark and primal, and in that moment, the thin thread of restraint he’d been holding onto snapped. With a low, guttural growl, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he crushed his mouth against hers. The kiss was hard, hungry, filled with all the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. Y/N melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back just as fiercely.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every dip as if he couldn’t get enough. His touch was demanding, but there was a tenderness beneath it, a reverence that made her heart ache with something more than desire. She pressed herself closer to him, grinding her hips against his, feeling the hard length of him through his jeans. The sensation sent a jolt of heat through her core, and she moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him, desperate for more.

“Fuck, kitten,” Sylus groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin as his lips trailed down her throat, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Y/N whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his hands slid under her shirt, the rough calluses on his palms scraping against her bare skin. His touch was everywhere, overwhelming her senses as he slowly, torturously, peeled her shirt over her head. The cool air hit her bare skin, but the heat of his body quickly replaced it as he pressed her back against the couch, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that left her dizzy.

“I want you,” she gasped between kisses, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel him, all of him. “I need you.”

“You have me,” Sylus growled, his voice low and rough as he shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it aside. His hands moved to her shorts, his fingers working quickly to unbutton them before pulling them down her legs in one swift motion. “You’ve always had me, kitten.”

His words sent a thrill through her, and before she could respond, his lips were on her again, moving down her body with slow, deliberate kisses. He sucked at the soft skin of her collarbone, then lower, trailing down to the swell of her breasts. His fingers brushed over her nipples, teasing them through the fabric of her bra before pulling the straps down her shoulders, baring her to him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he rasped, his eyes darkening as he gazed at her. His hands slid down her sides, squeezing her hips before pulling her down to meet him. His lips closed around one of her nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth.

Y/N gasped, her body arching against him as pleasure rippled through her. “Sylus… please…”

He groaned against her skin, the vibrations sending another wave of heat through her core. “Patience, kitten,” he murmured, his lips moving lower, down her stomach, teasing the waistband of her panties. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

Her body was trembling with anticipation, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as his fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them down her legs. She was beneath him now, vulnerable—and yet, all she felt was desire, burning hot and insistent.

Sylus’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between her legs, his breath warm against her inner thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger as his lips brushed against her skin. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for so long.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as his mouth hovered just inches away from her core, the anticipation almost unbearable. Her body ached for his touch, every nerve alight with need. And when his tongue finally flicked out, brushing against her clit, she gasped, her back arching off the couch as pleasure shot through her.

“Fuck, Sylus!” she cried, her hands gripping the cushions as his mouth worked her over, his tongue swirling and teasing her sensitive bud. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes that had her trembling beneath him.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against her, his lips sealing around her clit as he sucked gently, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over her. “I could do this all night.”

Y/N’s mind was spinning, her body on fire as she writhed beneath him, desperate for more. “Please… don’t stop…”

He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound as he slid one finger inside her, then another, pumping them slowly as his mouth continued to work her over. “I’m not stopping until you come for me, kitten,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see you fall apart.”

Her body responded to his command, her muscles tightening as the pressure inside her built, spiraling higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge. His tongue moved faster, swirling over her clit in perfect rhythm with his fingers, and Y/N could feel herself unraveling, the pleasure too much to contain.

“I… I’m going to—” she gasped, her voice breaking as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she cried out his name. Her thighs trembled, her mind going blank as the pleasure tore through her, wave after wave crashing over her.

Sylus groaned, his tongue never stopping, his fingers still pumping inside her, drawing out every last bit of her release until she was left trembling, breathless, and completely spent.

When he finally pulled away, his lips glistening with her release, he crawled back up her body, his eyes dark and filled with hunger. “Good girl,” he purred, his voice soft but commanding. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before he was on her again, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. His cock, hard and heavy, brushed against her entrance, and she shivered in anticipation, her body still pulsing from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Are you ready for me, kitten?” he asked, his voice thick with desire, sending shivers down her spine. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, and she nodded, unable to find her voice as the weight of what was about to happen settled over them. “Because I’m going to take you to places you’ve never been.”

Y/N’s heart raced, her body already aching for more. “Please,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “I want you, Sylus. I want all of you.”

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Read this in order >>> [Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

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[lostinlads]

So I've hit a delema

I've come to the realization that I would rather write a different xavier fic for the series but I want your feedback before I change anything.

I know some of you have enjoyed the setup for his fic but I thought of something else and I would rather you guys choose which you would want more (poll will be below). I don't have a name for it but here is the plot!

Xavier, the crowned prince of Philos had always pushed his needs and wants aside to please his parents, anything for the betterment of his kingdom.

Until you came along.

Having been a servant for the royals for over a year now he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of you, always watching you in secret, longing for you.

And then it happened.

One vulnerable night with him outside in the stars he confessed how he wanted you, craved you. And how you wanted him just as bad. The past few months you both had been sneaking around, sharing quiet moments in the night or far from watchful eyes and listening ears. But time wasn't on your side, Xavier had to marry, and his family couldn't have their treasured only child marry a lowly maid. Would your secret relationship stand the test of time?

Plots: secret relationship, forbidden love, prince!xavier, prince x servant, semi-modern au WILL BE MULTI CHAPTER, smut/fluff/angst

[dpspcehntr]

Hello hunters! I hope you’re having a good holiday if you celebrate and a wonderful Thursday if you don’t!

I’ll be getting to the rest of these soon, in the meantime feel free to send some more and real through my master list!

Hello Hunters!

My ask box is open! Send me your NSFW head cannons/thoughts/confessions about the LADS main 4! I might even write some of them up!

I love talking to you all so feel free to go ham!

In the meantime, enjoy something off my master list!

[yourstrulysylus]

No wonder he always looks down before leaning in because that’s what he used to do before they kiss 😭✨❤️‍🔥