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HIGHEST BIDDER.
summary: tired of your virginity, you decide to auction it off â but you werenât thinking it would be leader of the notorious group, onychinus who offers the most money of $10,000,000.
cw// 18+ virginity loss, soft sex, small plot but not really, pet names, slight? knife play, oral, she/her pronouns, choking, finger sucking, praise, dumbification, degradation, slight fingering, corruption kink( if you squint), female guided masturbation (? kinda? idk!), squirting, attempt at aftercare, the twins have a cameo. wc: 5.3k
tagging: @lvminy @kissxcore @sunasbon @preciousamethyst (hope itâs okay to tag you guys đ„čđ«¶đŸ) @satorubi
You could only assume it was Luke or Kieran who had told Sylus where you were and perhaps what you were up to. Or maybe it was that damn crow, who insisted you stayed inside. But really, it didnât matter who said anything because Sylus was grabbing you before a single hand flew up.Â
â10 million.â His voice was sharp â a hint of anger, annoyance and frustration on him, it oozed off his body and with the dazzling ruby eyes of him staring everyone down⊠they got the hint that he was throwing around. He was pissed. Too pissed to hear what anyone else had to say. Power rolled off of him in waves everyday but it was obvious that this day, and this girl and this place was provoking him.Â
The auctioneer's lips trembled in his presence. âT-ten million going at once.â He awkwardly scanned the room, not a cough of a mumble was heard. âGoing twice.â Breads of sweat gathered around his forehead and he swallowed. âSold!â He exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly in Slyusâ direction, guiding the both of you towards a secluded area.
He scoffed and tightened his grip on your body, it took him little to no effort to hand over his card and in a few seconds the transaction was completed; a portion for them and the bigger sum of the money going to you. His eyes narrowed as he glared at you briefly.Â
You couldnât help but feel like the stupidest person ever and perhaps at this moment⊠you were. Being stuck inside and with nowhere to go most days because of the claims of dangers awaiting you, it was tiring. Plus, you had urges, like anyone else â womanly and carnal urges, desires and fantasies. You couldnât help yourself when Luke mentioned it in passing and Kieran slapped him on the head telling him to shut up about it; it was simply interesting and something Linkon City wouldâve never allowed.Â
You hated the silence. âAreâŠare you mad at me?â Walking out of the pale building and to the dark cold outside, moving close to his motorcycle. Looking around you think about how the tenebrific ambience thatâs casted over this place, it really wasnât the same as where you grew up, time moves differently here, almost.Â
âYou went into the N109 Zone alone, potentially putting yourself in danger and you want to know if Iâm mad at you?â He speaks with a hard tone, his touch scorching hot against your arm, his touch addicting. âOf all the times to be recklessâŠâ He does a heavy sigh, followed by pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
Heâs handing you a helmet and putting his own, sitting down and waiting for your arms to wrap around his waist before he drives off. The wind rushes through you swiftly and no matter how many times youâre on his motorcycle, you canât help but to feel fear course through every fiber of your body.Â
Time always seemed to move faster when you were with him and it moved especially fast being on his motorcycle, he drove dangerously and it always led to you clinging more closer to him than you realized.Â
Upon making it back, you jumped off the motorcycle and handed him the helmet, shaking your hair to make sure it looked halfway decent.Â
Stepping back inside of the Headquarters of Onychinus, Luke popped his head around the corner and you mustered up the angriest glare that you could make him cower away. You could hear him and Kieran chattering about something. âNo use in being mad at them, you brought this on to yourself.â Sylus told you, ushering you into his room.
You just sighed, sitting with your legs crossed on a singular chair that was near a small table in the room. The air felt more tense and uncomfortable than the other times you were here and you couldnât help but to think of how for once you wished that Mephisto was here so that you wouldnât be alone with him, not with this temper he clearly had. âListen Sylus, it was a stupid thing and I know thatââ
Lightening wasnât as quick as him when he grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you. Nothing with him was ever warm and inviting, always hard and even a bit mean but luckily not forceful. His tongue licked at your lips and you complied with no hesitation. His tongue felt hot against your own, it sent flames up your body and you could feel everything in the pit of your stomach and to your throat. When he pulled away, he looked at you and from the way he smirked⊠you knew you looked out of it. Your eyes alone felt heavy and your knees were wobbling, too weak to stand. With your eyes on his, you watched the dazzling red become harder to look away from.Â
The voices came strong and with a clear message: âfuck him⊠fulfill your desiresâŠâ they spoke to you and you both loved and hated the throbbing sensation that followed. You wanted to remind yourself that he was an enemy⊠it was too hard to do when he looked like he did and with a voice as deep and rich, it was almost unbearable. Yes, he was an enemy but you couldnât lie to yourself; you knew the real reason you went to the auction was to make him jealous. You donât know what it is about him that makes you react the way it does but it burns inside of you and to your very core.Â
When the light from his eye dimmed and with rapid blinks you were back and felt more stable. âYour little mind always tells me more than your lips do. If you wanted me⊠I wouldâve given you all of me with no hesitation.â It sounded like a promise and it swayed you, you leaned into his arms. âI can try to be gentle.â He whispered close to you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.Â
âSylus,â His name trembles out of your lips. âI want you to touch me. I want you to make meâŠâ You squeezed your thighs together. âI want you to make me feel good.â You felt too vulnerable in his presence but the truth slipped from your lips so fast as if you were forced to.
He looked as if something took over him, desire deep in his ruby eyes and you couldnât look away from him, too turned on. âTake your clothes off.â His husky voice said above you. He didnât move, just watched you shuffle your clothes off until you were in nothing but your panties; when you moved to take those off, it was then that he stopped you. âIâll handle the rest.â He assured you before he laid you down â your head on his soft black pillows and your body rigid.Â
You donât know where the knife came from until itâs rubbing up your calf and moving its way up to your underwear, the cool metal piercing your skin just barely. Your breathing labored and measured, trying not to show your fear but it was failing you. âStay still, I would hate to nick your pretty skin.â The knife tickled your thighs when he finally snipped open the front that held your secret possession.
He groaned at the sight, audible and bit his lips to contain himself more. You wanted to cover yourself but when your legs moved even a tiny bit to hide, he spread them wider and the cool breezes from around the room slapped across your feverish cunt. There was a smile so deep on his lips as he spread your lips open for him to see. âYou ever touched down here?â The way he said it, as if you were all innocent, he narrowed his eyes when you nodded yes. âShow me.â
âH-huh?â You stuttered out. âI canât justâŠâÂ
âJust show me what you normally do⊠when youâre all alone⊠in your roomâŠunder the covers.â He says it slowly, letting you absorb every word he says.
Youâre bare and can feel just how comfortable his comforter set was. Your cunt wet and inviting but his eyes stay on yours, which makes it harder for you to breathe. âI just kinda just doâŠâ Clumsily you spread your lips and simply slid your fingers around yourself, barely focusing on your clit but already overwhelmed. âBut I canât make myself cum, âm too sensitive.â His eyes transfixed on your fingers and pussy as you work yourself, your face contorting between pleasure and something else before you stop, heavily breathing.Â
âOh? No wonder youâre so unsatisfied, you donât know your own body. Good thing Iâm here to help.â Heâs closer, sitting at the end of the bed yet so close to you. He spreads your legs and you can see a glimpse of excitement dancing in his eyes. He inspects you â stroking up your legs and inching his way up and down your thighs, ignoring how with every touch your breath hitches and your toes curl. âI havenât even touched you that much and youâre already a mess.â He spreads you; opens you up and closes your folds again completely immersed in the gushy noises that follows.
âThis,â Sylus says, spreading your sticky lips apart and his breathing getting heavier. âThis is your pretty little clit.â He taps the bud with the rough pads of his fingers. âShe sits right here behind these lips.â His fingers are lighting a fire and trailing it around your body. âOpen these up again⊠and this,â you gasp, his fingers sitting right in the spot you never touch. âThis twitching little hole? Thatâs where Iâm going to fill you up.â He chuckles humorously, circling the hole and gathering the leaking wetness there, your hips rising on their own accord before he pulls away.Â
âNow, your turn.âÂ
âBut Iââ Youâre close to tears, wetness gathered at your lash line daring to fall. âI canât, I donât think I can do it like you.â You hated how needy you sounded and how clingy you were being.Â
âI hardly did anything. Just simple touches, to show you where everything was. Pleasure points that you should follow. Did you want more? Did you like how I touched you, little one?â You couldnât help but to gasp at the nickname, it filled your body with more wetness and he watched it leak down to his sheets.Â
Your insides continue to flutter at the name and your face feels hot. âThis is what you paid for right? Might as well get your fill from it.â You try to sound bold and intimidating but his demeanor just softens at your attempt.Â
âAs you wish.â He bends down and cups your cheek before placing a delicate kiss on your lips and you canât help but to squeal a bit at the warmth that his lips bring you. His fingers brush your face before he moves his mouth down to your neck, licking a stripe before sucking on your skin. You can feel his lips curling into a smile at every noise you make. âI could do this all day⊠but whereâs the fun in that? Iâm sure youâll make even better noises when I touch here.â Cupping the palm of his hand and gently slapping it against your core, your back arches and a whiny moan slips out.Â
âSee? So much better.â You hate the smug look on his face, his red eyes radiant in the dim room staring you down makes you self conscious and ready to hide yourself from him. âIâm going to put my fingers right here,â His breath tickling your core. âThen my tongue, okay?â
You just nodâŠunable to speak, he watches your face and holds his fingers up to your lips.âPut 'em in your mouth for me, get' em all wetâŠâ Your tongue slides between them, saliva spilling out of the corners of your mouth. âGood girl,â he patted your head, ruffling your hair and you couldnât help the feeling that took over you. Your mind was everywhere yet nowhere, just him⊠that was all your mind could think of and be consumed with. The praise had your body on a different kind of high.
He uses those same cool wet fingers to open you wider. Slowly dipping inside of you, circling your center and easing inside, making you tighten up. âDonât clench, just relax. Itâll only hurt more if you do that.â You take a few deep breaths, allowing your chest to fill up and expand before a release. He spreads your lips and he just looks. Thereâs a hum on his lips before he kisses your clit; full tongue running across the sensitive area. Your back lifts and arches off the bed but putting his hand on your lower stomach â he forces you to take it. Thereâs a look in his eyes thatâs daring you to disobey him and it makes your tummy flutter.Â
He puts his full tongue against your clit and you try not to move but your body trembles. His fingers draw circles around your thighs, inching closer to your slit. It makes you realize that he was simply distracting you to alleviate the slight pain from when his fingers actually slipped inside. When they did, you gasped aloud. âSlyâus⊠please.â Your legs threatened to close but you forced yourself to keep them open and it took a lot out of you.
âGood girl.â He muttered, obviously appreciating your efforts. âSo tightâŠâ He tries to move his finger but you only flinch and groan, which makes him use two fingers from his opposite hand to rub lazy circles against your clit. That alongside your breathing helps your body relax and brings a lot of ease to you, opening yourself up. He slowly strokes your insides, taking his time to drag it forward and back, slipping it out before bringing it back inside. You canât help but notice how eyes flicker from your lower half to your face occasionally but you donât say anything. âDeep breath.â He tells you before he slips another finger in beside the other.Â
You whine when he moves them both inside of you, your body rocking against his fingers with a circular motion of your hips. He opens them up before closing them again, you grip the sheets. He felt so deep inside of you with just his fingers⊠the real thing would be different â longer and thicker â you didnât know if you were ready. âYouâre overthinking aren't you? Just focus on how youâre feeling right now.â His eyes are on yours, his fingers curling inside of you so deliciously that you forget to breathe. When he takes them out, you feel incredibly empty, your hole clenching for more. You're huffing and shaking when you look his way again, heâs opening and closing the two fingers that were inside of you; playing with the slick that was there before he sucks them off. He slips them back inside, sliding them on your inner walls and pressing upwards â the pads of his fingers rubbing circles inside of your soft insides; which makes you squeeze his fingers tight. Rubbing your clit again to soothe you, he slowly curves them as he slips them out â you gasp at the feeling.
He grips your hips and forces you to slide down, his breath knocking the wind out of you when you feel it right by your slit. Your fingers tightly gripping the duvet in anticipation, awaiting his tongue. You gasp when his tongue circles over the hole, nudging there just a bit before he licks up a wet trail; moving back to your clit. He plants a small kiss on the pink throbbing bud, then another before he takes it in his mouth and sucks. His tongue moving around in shapes you canât make out until you feel the hard S he craves in with his mouth, his head rocking against your legs. When the Y comes, heâs peeling back the hood of your clit and flicking the initial inside rapidly. He slides his face down before he finishes, he pulls your sticky lips apart and dives inside. The tip of his tongue sliding back and forth achingly and painfully slow, his head shaking to the sides when he licks upwards, curving his tongue to hit a particular spongy spot that makes your thighs shake. Your fingers now dig through his silvery hair, pulling when he does a harsh lick against your core. âTaste so goodâŠâ He mumbles, rolling your clit between his tongue.
The obscene noises that you hear comes from his mouth feasting on you â slurping, sucking and even the noises of his own groans. Groans that were akin to a dying man giving his last prayer, his groans were drowning out the sounds of your own moans. âI canât take itââ Slushing sloppy noises are what drowns out your moans and pleads. âSylus pleaseâŠâ You can feel your own wetness under your bottom and embarrassment floods through you, and at the right time his nose bumps into your clit and you grind into it more with a huff; nothing but useless babbling coming out of your mouth. Another lick causes your toes to curl and your body to twist and coil when a leaking orgasm passes through you; which doesnât stop him from sucking everything that you have to offer.Â
 His hair now disheveled from you tugging and pulling on it â his face sopping wet from your juices and you canât help but look away from him, he sits completely upwards. âLook at me.â Your eyes back on his, biting your lip before you looked down at the bulge in his pants â it looked so big and your mouth ran dry. It was an accident and unconscious thing but you licked your lips while staring and before you knew it, he was speaking again. âYou look really interested in pleasing me.â His brow is arched and his voice low. âThis is going to be fun.â He said more to himself than you, standing and unzipping his pants.Â
You were still completely naked yet he was clothed â almost fully â just his cock sitting out of his pants standing hard and proud against his stomach. This sight before you made you remember who was in power and just how much power you lacked. But wordlessly, you got on your knees. âYou want it? Want my cock? âCan see how youâre panting for it.â He was truly condescending and knew how to put you in your place, but the way he made you cum made you see nothing but starlight and you wanted to please him.âCome and take what you want sweetie, take what you need.â You stared â 7 and a half inches of a tanned cock and two firm balls blocked your view of everything else â the tip leaking with white sticky precum dripping down. You trace your tongue up the sides, licking up anything you can to get the taste of him before you kiss the head; then you open your mouth around him and let your teeth run against the sides before you suck him in.
âWatch your teeth, kitten.â His nose scrunched up and he closed his eyes, his shoulders growing relaxed, you take what you canât fit in your mouth in your hand and give it a few gentle strokes. âAnd be careful around theâ thehead.â He says when your tongue runs a circle around the tip and one wet suck. His face relaxes for a second and you canât help but to look him over. You knew he was good looking but right now with pleasure all over him, he looks a thousand times better.Â
The heaviness in your mouth felt so foreign but you welcomed it, the masculine salty taste that followed when you bobbled your head back and the way your cheeks puffed out because of him; it felt good. Your saliva dripped on the floor beneath you, your technique sloppy but when Sylus gripped the back of your head, you felt like you were on cloud nine. He gently guided you, pulling you forward and back â letting your mouth take him as deep as you can, before he pulled you back off. He inches himself inside, you suck and swallow around him, hearing him groan above you sent your body into a frenzy. You choke a bit but he keeps a steady pace to train your mouth again, muffled moans erupt from you when he moves your head again, hitting a deeper spot almost reaching the back of your throat.Â
âSuch a good girlâŠâ He cooed and a whine slipped through your lips, his praise making your thighs clench together. When he finally pulled you off, strings of spit broke off from your mouth and his dick. âIâm going to come inside of you.â He tells you, but you can barely register what heâs saying too far gone on your high of being used. Youâre smiling a dopey grin and he squeezes the sides of your face to make you look at him, your glossy eyes in a permanent daze. âThat was only the beginning, are you sure you can handle the rest?â
âMhm. Iâm sure.â Your voice is trembling and hoarse as you speak. You wanted to feel him cum inside of your throat but maybe you were being too greedy, your body swayed. He lifted you up from the floor, your knees burning. You lay there, your eyes droopy as you wait for him, all you hear is movement and a zipper before he returns to you.Â
âYou belong to me, got it?â His hand wrapped around your throat. âYour body is mine to please, to fuck with⊠to do whatever I want with. And I donât plan on letting you forget it.â His voice is hard and mean again, his jaw tense as he stares in your eyes.
âI knowww.â A whimper mixed with a whine comes from your throat. He doesnât say anything, just sighs. Your body trembles and you sniffle, it makes him cradle your hand in his hands.
âYouâre shaking, are you that scared?â He asks you gently, as if youâre a flower who needs tending to. Your eyes wide but say nothing. He laced your fingers together, his hands covering the both of yours in an iron grip. âItâs okay kitten, I wonât hurt you.â
You yelp upon feeling a cool sensation hit your lower half, him rubbing it more inside. Heâs hovering over you, his beautiful face watching over yours as he slides his cock over your pussy, not daring to push it inside. He just moves his hips well enough that youâre gasping every time, his tip bumps your clit and you bite your lip, your nails ready to pierce his back. You lean into his touch and he kisses your jaw, trailing them down and gently nibbling at your collarbone, sucking on the skin. âRelax,â He says, playing with your wet folds, he starts to play with your clit again and you shiver. âIâll be gentle.â Did Sylus truly know the meaning of the word? Youâre wailing when he slides just the head in, barely. Easing a small bit of his tip in and fucking you just a tiny bit.Â
Then you feel him nudging more inside of you â his head thick and the squelching noises of him moving in make you tense up, but he whispers in your hair to calm you down and then youâre sucking him in. Your voice is gurgly when more of him slides in, a new found warmth inside of you. âStill so tightâŠâ A strained groan fell from his lips, you reached from him with tears in your eyes. Sylus didnât move, he rubbed your hair but stayed there then he did a tiny jerk of his hips, the stretch makes you sob, but you know that heâs only barely inside of you and that there was more to come. He tells you to take a deep breath and you listen, not wanting to be in any more pain; he slips more of it inside, a thumb on your clit. He presses his thumb and does small circles around it â strangled sounds come out of your lips â he still hasn't moved.Â
You look at him, you put his face in your hands and look in his eyes, telling him just how ready you are for this. Heâs working his cock in slowly, inch by inch but he looks like he's scared to overwhelm you. When his pelvis meets yours you gaspâŠyour hips buckle when he completely bottoms out, a sigh dying on your lips and tears free falling⊠it didnât hurt as much as you expected it to but the pain still lingered. Your eyes rolling back and you squeal, your fingers holding tightly against him. âOhâŠoh⊠Sylus.â Panting â your eyes probably filled with hearts â as you look at him, lovingly. The stringing stretch subsides when he does a small thrust, not too deep but enough to make you feel good. He pulls back and pushes himself back inside, watching your expression as you take him.Â
Heâs being as gentle as he can, you notice. His hips thrusting soft, just nudging the soft spots inside of you. He pushes inside of you again, the first painless thrust and you both moan. Your belly tenses when he speeds up and the noises of wet skin slapping makes your body heat up. Heâs rocking his hips against yours, circling his hips clockwise in a way that makes you shudder. You can feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of you, he fucks you a bit harder than before. The sound of his balls slapping against you is all you can hear â his strokes getting deeper as he slows down, you look down and see the strings of wetness coating his cock as he stuffs you full of it again. âGod, feels so good inside of you.â His mouth slightly agape.
 A small squirt of wetness spills out of you as he thrusts inside, some of it under your bodies and some of it splashing upwards as he digs deeper inside of you. Youâre squirming and squirting, eyes crossing over when you hear him say: âMarking your territory, kitten?â It only makes you gush more, squeezing around him. You can feel his deep chuckles as it vibrates from his chest to yours â heâs always mocking you but right now you could care less âthe way your body feels has you ready to bend to his whim. âThis little kitten and these sharp clawsâŠâ he hisses when you press your nails deeper into his skin, you dig them down his back. The long drag of his cock felt amazing against your walls, a small sharp thrust inside has you both grunting.âClenching around me so hard.â He kisses the top part of your head and you relish in how caring heâs been, you almost forgot how any of this started.
âWhatâs my name?â His voice thick with a bit of annoyance, it was clear that he didnât forget how any of this started. You felt full, lifting your hips trying to meet his thrust, his cock hitting spongy parts inside of you that made you see nothing but bright colors.
âSy-Sylus!â Your eyes rolling back in your skull and your mouth in a permanent âoâ shape as heâs inside of you, pure bliss in the form of the gentle thrusting of his body into yours.Â
âWho do you belong to?â His teeth clenched and heâs squeezing your waist hard, staring at you⊠his ruby red eyes glowing in the dim room. His pace picking up faster, squelching plopping noises from the two of you grew louder.
âYouuuu. Sylus.â You admit, puffy pussy sucking him inside. âI belong to you.â He touches your stomach, gazing at it as he fucks himself inside of you.Â
âWho does this pussy belong to?â His hand on your throat. Grinding his pelvis against yours, your clit pulsing against him. He stops and slides out before he jerks back in, gripping your thighs.
âSylus!â Youâre breathing hard and feel him twitching inside of you when you say his name again.
âAnd you tried to give it away.â He slapped your cunt and you jolted, a small squirt coming out of you.Â
âIâm sorry.â Your voice is muffled and tears fall; you feel so good and you canât believe you made the stupid decision in the first place when you couldâve asked him to do this⊠to make you feel this good. Closing your eyes, you focus on the feeling. Heâs stretching you out, squeezing your ass in both of his hands to further spread your body open for his pleasure.
âEyes on me. Keep looking at me. Look at me while I touch you. Look at me when I make you cum.â Your eyes still closed and he sighs. âLook at me or Iâll stop.â He gives a sloppy wet thrust pumping his cock inside of you.Â
That simple statement made your eyes snap open, âSylus pleaseâŠplease donât stop!â Thereâs a tremor in your voice and the bed creaks at the same time; your wet walls swallowing him deeper inside. âPlease fill me up. I need it.â Youâre babbling and the curve of his cock hits a new spot inside of you, the tip grazing your cervix just slightly⊠just enough to make you feel good and to gasp around him.Â
It felt like he was going to devour you.
And you craved it.
So you let him.Â
It was one last thrust that was your undoing as you both cum, your back arched and your body feeling completely boneless, wetness slipping out of you as he pulled away. Your body shaking, he kisses you and pulls you close to his bare chest. As youâre drifting to sleep you hear him whisper in the sweetest voice, âI truly do adore you.âÂ
But maybe you dreamt it.
When you wake, your body is covered in sweat and a heavy arm has you caged in. Thereâs a dull ache between your thighs and you feel wetness there too, you shiver. You slide from behind the arm and attempt to stand. âFuck.â You mutter, looking for your clothes or for any clothes. You mentally slap yourself upon remembering that Sylus cut your panties as you rummage through his closet. You pull out a folded plain dress and slip it on, making your way out of his bedroom. You close the door gently so that he can stay asleep and you walk towards the main hall.
âSounds like Boss really taught you a lesson.â You heard snickering and with a slight limp to your walk, you moved over to slap Lukeâs arm.
âLooks like it too.â Kieran said, making you hit him too. âItâs not like we didnât hear it, you two were so loud that Mephisto left and I swear before he left that he tried to cover his ears. I wouldâve done it too, if I thought it would drown off the âSylus donât stopâ you kept moanin.â Mimicking your voice made you kick him in the shin, which he yelped at.Â
âBoth of you just hush. I-Iâm leaving.â You make your way for the door as they trail behind you.
âSo this is you attempting to sneak off?â Luke snorts, you know heâs rolling his eyes behind the mask.
âYeah right, boss really isnât letting you leave now.â Kieran chuckles.
âTheyâre right, you know.â For a split second your body is lifted in the air and slammed against the front of a hard naked chest and for possibly the millionth time today, your body felt hot all over. âYou really wonât be leaving my side now.â
But you already knew that.
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Prescription For Pleasure
Warnings: MDNI, sex, masturbation, medical masturbation, use of vibrators, clit play, piv sex, use of latex gloves, oral (fem receiving), some praise, kinda slow burn A/n: I am not normal about this man in any way. Not really proofread. Please do not use my banners without permission.
Youâre seated in Zayneâs office, trying not to squirm as he sets up your appointment. Although this was now the third time you were seeing him for this regular inspection, it didnât alleviate your nerves the slightest. Each month, according to the Hunterâs Association regulations, every hunter needed to be seen by their primary care physician for 3 consecutive days for their health.
And although the association deemed it a necessity, it was an embarrassing requirement according to you. The Hunterâs Association had done a survey and discovered that many of their employees suffered from high levels of stress because they were isolated and lacked much-needed human contact. To combat this, they made it mandatory to get physical contact by a medical professional every month.
But when all the fancy jargon was pushed aside, all the hunters called it the same thing - medical masturbation. It had become wildly popular amongst both men and women hunters, eagerly marking the days on their calendar for when they could come in. When you heard about the rule, you wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole. You had tried talking to Jenna to insist that you were indeed taking care of yourself in that aspect, thanks to your trusted vibrator, but she had shaken her head no.Â
âWe need documentation. Iâm subject to it, and so is everyone else in my order.â Defeated, youâd walked out of Jennaâs office before remembering another mortifying fact with a jolt. Your primary care physician was Zayne.Â
Your childhood friend, your trusted cardiologist, stoic and calm, who remained reserved during your general checkups, was going to be your medical masturbator. You had almost turned yourself into a ball on the floor, tweaked out at the insanity of it all. Although Zayne was your general physician, you had a separate gynecologist, and apart from asking if youâd had your annual PAP smear, Zayne had left that part of your anatomy unquestioned. It didnât help that you were attracted to him, and sure, if heâd asked you out on a date, you would have been more than happy to let him inspect you all he wanted down there.
But this clinical setting, enforced by your organization was a little too much to bear. Wondering how to tackle this situation, you wander over to Tara who was humming as she made her medical bookings on her phone app. âIsnât this exciting?â she squeals as she sees you. âGod knows the dating pool is thin right now. This is just what I needed!â
Taraâs primary care physician was a woman, and you wondered if that was a pro or a con. On the one hand, dropping your panties for a woman doctor seemed less unnerving than for a man. But if you had a preference for men, would it work against your arousal? You shook your head at your ridiculous musings and focused on talking to Tara. âAre you really that excited about this?â
âYou have no idea!â Tara taps her feet as she talks to you.Â
âAnd youâre ok about having a woman stimulate you?â You probe, trying to gauge Taraâs reaction. Tara giggles and lightly pats your shoulder.Â
âI donât know but the idea is kind of hot. I mean, getting it on in a doctorâs office? Besides if I donât like it, I can change the doctor the next time.â
Her words hit you like a ton of bricks. âYou can change your doctor?â
âFor this yes, the app gives you an option since it involves showing off a lot of intimate areas. You have to be able to trust your doctor right?â
You logged into the app, finding the little button to request a change in doctors, but for some reason, the page kept refreshing and crashing. With a sigh, you decide to get the worst of it over with and call Zayne, hoping he can make the change for you on his end. His voice is cool and professional when he answers your call.
âYes?â
âSo, you must have heard aboutâŠthe new regulation?â you had put forth nervously.
âI am aware of it, yes.âÂ
âWell, for obvious reasons, I would like a different doctor.âÂ
Zayne smoothly says, âOf course. Patient comfort is always first. Do you have a doctor in mind?â
âMaybe my gynecologist? I tried doing it in the app but it keeps crashing.â Thereâs a moment of silence and you can hear Zayneâs fingers tapping away at his keyboard before a low hum leaves his end of the line.
âThere appears to be a problem.â
âProblem?â youâd parrotted back.
âYes. Because so many people are booking appointments at the same time, most of the available doctors are already taken. Including your gynecologist.âÂ
It felt like watching a bird crashing into a window in slow motion, that brief moment of hope that it wouldnât hit the glass shattering in an instant. âOh.â
Thereâs a pause before Zayne delicately says, âIâm sorry but it looks like you will have to make those appointments with me for this month. 3 of them according to the regulation. Hopefully, you can make the change for next month.â His voice sounded slightly apologetic.
âWonât it be weird given that we know each other personally?â The question had fallen from your lips before you could stop yourself.Â
âI promise not to treat you any differently than any of my other patients who are coming in for this inspection. I understand this may be a little unexpected, but I assure you I did a term of gynecology during my internship.â
A tinge of mirth carried over in his voice and you canât help but make a noise of embarrassment. âZayne, please!â His laugh was dry but not unkind, and you canât help but want to hide your face even though he couldnât see you.Â
âDonât worry too much. But I do advise you to make the appointments soon. My schedule is filling up rapidly.â
With those words, heâd disconnected the call and you were left wondering if an unknown god from another planet had cursed your existence.Â
And changing doctors had proven to be more difficult than youâd thought. The entire organization seemed to be having a single thought. They had made appointments in the app almost halfway into the year, essentially blocking you from being able to do anything about your situation. Now on your third month with Zayne, you watch as he checks his notes from your last session, feeling like you want to scamper from the room.
The last two sessions had been incredibly stimulating, your arousal heightened by the fact you were attracted to Zayne. Youâd never considered having someone watch as you touched yourself but found that youâd enjoyed it, at least, when it was him. He had remained professional, but youâd avoided him these last two months, save for when you had to get your monthly cardiac profile. He reads his notes from his computer as he prepares for your session.Â
âPreferred device for stimulation still a vibrator, with a large, rounded, flexible head?â His eyes remain on his screen and youâre grateful for him giving you this smidgen of privacy.Â
âYes.â
âPreference for the doggystyle position still?âÂ
Your face burns. âYes.â
âStill consenting for verbal stimulation?â
You nod your head.
âAnd still consenting for internal vaginal stimulation?â You make a noise of consent, squeezing your thighs together, your panties uncomfortably chafing against your already swollen pussy.Â
âAll right, I have everything I need.â He logs off and removes his lab coat, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his well-corded arms, and your mouth almost waters at the sight of them. Clearing your throat, you shyly reach into your bag and pull out the vibrator in question, which he takes from you and clamps into a stand, adjusting it over the examination table youâd be on. A bottle of lube awaits on the tray next to the table and you swallow as he finishes the setup.Â
âWhenever youâre ready,â he says in that deep voice, and feeling like your fingers are wrapped in thick woolen mittens, you reach behind you to untie the hospital gown youâre wearing, and it falls to the floor with a swoosh, your nipples pebbling under the sudden chill. A small set of sensors were taped to your chest and on the sides of your forehead, essential medical devices to ensure your orgasm was satisfactory. Unperturbed, Zayne gestures to the table and you make your way onto it, letting your feet settle in the stirrups as he settles on a stool between your legs, pulling on latex gloves before gently spreading your folds apart. You stare up at the ceiling as he does his initial checkup.
âLabia look healthy, no signs of trauma or abnormal discharge,â he murmurs, then runs a finger down the edge of the fold that separates your inner and outer lips, causing your core to clench involuntarily. You hold still, knowing very well he saw the action, holding your breath, letting out a little sigh as he lets go.Â
âNormal reaction to stimuli, already semi-aroused,â he says, trashing the gloves and making another note on his computer. He glances over at you, leaning back uncertainly on the table. âYou may begin.â
You swallow, then carefully turn onto your hands and knees, crawling towards the head of the table, grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing the viscous liquid onto the head of the vibrator, avoiding eye contact as your breasts sway under the motion, nipples painfully hard from anticipation. You could feel Zayneâs gaze but canât bring yourself to look up. Even though this was the third time, it hadnât gotten easier, stripping naked and pleasuring yourself in his office.Â
Once the rounded head of the vibrator is slick, you turn, the chill of the lube against your heated membranes causing more blood to flow into your already engorged nub, and run your moist slit across the surface to spread the liquid onto your slickened folds. Your hand fumbles for the little remote control and with a buzz, the vibrator turns on at the lowest setting. You click the button a few more times until it gets to the speed you liked, then fail to hold back a moan as the sensations pleasurably begin to take hold in your clit.Â
The first time you had done this, nervousness had made you set the vibrator on the highest possible setting hoping to get a quick orgasm and sprint out of the office. Unfortunately, the sensors relayed this information into Zayneâs medical record that your climax had been unsatisfactory, and you had endured being lectured by him with the medical gown loosely draped on your body, your rear open to the cold office air.Â
His tone wasnât unkind but it hadnât helped you feel better either. âIt helps neither of us if you rush this. The whole purpose of this examination is to ensure youâre relaxing. I know itâs embarrassing but if you fail to have a proper orgasm, Iâll have to make you repeat the process until I get data that says otherwise.â
âThe sensors are-â
âThe only way to measure anything. Without involving another person anyway.â
His words had left you gobsmacked and your retort had died in your mouth. After that incident, you had learned. Even with the chagrin of having him watch you, you had learned to take your time and let the feelings build, leading to incredibly savory climaxes that made your body squirm from the aftershocks.Â
Your hips sway, setting up a rhythm to brush your sensitive slit onto the head, letting it vibrate from cunt to clit, the lube aiding the frictionless sliding and making your core drip. Quiet noises of pleasure leave your throat as help yourself, arching your back and changing the curvature of your ass to maximize the sensations, then when the perfect pattern emerges, you let out a keening sigh, and try to remain still, letting the vibrator work its magic.Â
Zayne, who has been quietly observing the computer this entire time, observing the spikes relayed from the sensors, asks, âHave you found your optimal pleasure form?â
âYes,â you gasp, the timbre of his voice sending an arrow of lust into the deepest parts of your clenching core. You knew what was about to come next. The sound of Zayneâs desk chair moving, followed by the snap of latex gloves as he pulled a fresh pair onto those beautiful hands. He approaches the examination table and takes the bottle of lube you had set aside earlier, a wet squelching noise issuing from it as he squeezes it over his gloved hand, gathering the fluid on his index and middle fingers. He leans over to whisper in your ears; the verbal stimulation has begun.
The humiliating reveal that you had a heavy praise kink had come up during your initial session and despite your insistence that it wasnât necessary, Zayne, the ever-diligent worker, had made a note in your profile, and heâd been fulfilling it each time. A tickle of hot breath near your ear, before he murmurs, âAre you enjoying yourself?â
The hum of the vibrator in the background coupled with his voice makes your breath catch in your throat. You nod, knowing you didnât have it in you to form coherent words.Â
âThatâs a good patient. Good patients listen to their doctors you know. And youâre doing a wonderful job.â
Your hips snap back to push your clit against the rubber pad, letting out a whimper of pleasure, the action pushing your ass up higher, revealing your pathetically drooling cunt, fluttering with the dissatisfaction of being unfilled.Â
âAre you ready?â He waits for your consent and you manage a husky, âmm hmâ.
âGood girl. Take a breath.â
You inhale, trying to relax, then let out an uninhibited moan as Dr. Zayne inserts his middle finger into your needy cunt, the ring of muscles offering no resistance to the probing digit. He gently thrusts a few times, before curling the tip of his finger up into the delicate patch of nerves on your upper wall, the smooth come hither motion awakening a new level of pleasure in your body. Your fingers tighten on the edges of the table, sobbing, trying not to scream at the feelings that threatened to explode from you. He keeps up the gentle assault before asking, âAre you ready for another one?â
âYesâŠâ your voice comes out shakily, knowing you desired more than just his fingers, but that you would never get to experience it.Â
âPerfect. So well behaved, taking exactly what I give you.â Zayneâs sensual voice floods your ear before his index pushes into you, the thickness of both his fingers sending you into overdrive. Your walls clench welcomingly around him, inciting an exciting pull of liquid heat in your abdomen, the muscles tensing in anticipation for the exquisite release you knew was about to occur.Â
Feeling your inhibitions abandon you as you are stroked closer to orgasm your self-control slips and his name falls from your lips as he pushes over the edge.
âZayneâŠâ some partially functioning confine in the back of your brain registers what you had just involuntarily purred, but the spasms rocking your core, those gratifying waves of delight flooding your body made it easier to ignore it as your being is reduced to a pliant mess of pleasure. His fingers ease up as the fluttering in your pussy calms down, your clit pulsating weakly as the final vestiges of pleasure are wrung from your body.Â
With a wet noise, his fingers leave your moist hole, the glove coated with your juices and the lubricant. Awareness finally comes crashing around you as you realize what you had uttered in the throes of passion.Â
âIâŠI didnâtâŠI wasnât in controlâŠâ You try to find a way to explain, to let him know you had very little choice in the matter of sobbing his name as you orgasmed, but everything feels flat, almost on the fine line between explaining and insulting.Â
âThereâs no need.â Almost as if heâs read your mind, Zayne matter-of-factly redirects the conversation. âItâs not uncommon to blurt out things during climax. Some people swear, and others call out names. It was a very normal reaction considering I was the one in the room with you.â
He throws the gloves in the trash and goes to check the computer, to ensure the sensors had given him the information he needed before starting the second round of the appointment.
âOh.â You say quietly as he sits at his desk, feeling dejected. Although relieved he wasnât making a big deal out of it, you canât help but feel disappointed with his reaction. Shouldnât a man be flattered when a woman cried out his name when she came? Maybe he really was treating you strictly as a patient. And here you were, pussy exposed and spread after being probed by his dextrous fingers, mooning over him like a high school girl. Perhaps the limit of your relationship with him was in fact, doctor and patient, the childhood friends aspect fading.Â
So there was no romance here at all. You had a crush on him, and he was doing his job. Reality sucks. You sniff and suddenly feel cheap, and get out of the doggystyle position and try to find the hospital gown to preserve some of your modesty. Zayne glances over at your sudden movements.
âAre you cold? I can get you a blanket.â
âIâm fine.â You try to sound normal.Â
âYour records show that you usually rest about 10 minutes before you are ready for the next round. Do you feel like that will be the case this time too?â
You find the gown and drag it up to your chin, covering your body as you lay back on the table. âYeah. Actually a little sooner today maybe. I have somewhere to be.â
âYou canât rush these things. Your body will cum when it wants to. A forced orgasm doesnât promote anything beneficial.â
âWell can we find a way for this to happen quickly and in compliance with the sensors?â Youâre trying not to let your frustration show, the pleasantness of your orgasm fading. âI donât think I have the patience to do two more rounds.â
Zayne listens to you impassively, but those amber eyes flecked with green had an underlying intensity you couldnât place. âYou donât have the patience to do two more rounds?â He gets up and comes over to you. âYou want to just leave then?â He approaches the edge of the table and thereâs tension in his jaw. Perplexed, you look at him, his reaction unexpected.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry, I know I canât leave because of compliance and all that.â
âCompliance,â Zayne mutters under his breath before grasping your chin and forcing you to look at him, a gasp leaving your throat.Â
âYouâre getting frustrated because you have to do this a few times every month while being supervised? Do you have any idea what I have to do before you come in for these sessions?â His voice is a growl and you clam up, shocked by this aggressive display of expression from him.
âEvery month I have to remain professional as you come in, pleasure yourself, and then leave. I have to endure seeing your beautiful body bare in front of me and control all my impulses to touch you, to not overstep my limitations as your doctor. I pleasure myself remembering the noises you make and ensure Iâm well spent before coming in to do your appointments. You sit there, acting like itâs hard for you, but do you have any idea what you do to me?â
One of his knees is on the table, and heâs looming over you making you feel like a tiny animal caught in his fury. âItâs torture, to watch you. Youâre not like the other patients I see. You never have been. Because with you, I always feel like Iâm on the verge of losing control. Do you know how difficult it is to not do things to you that arenât specified on your medical record? To have my fingers so intimately inside you, feel every little drop of pleasure clenching around my fingers, knowing at the end I canât have you to myself? To hear you call my name and know that you only see me as your doctor?âÂ
Your face is a bright shade of red but you canât look away from his face. His teeth are gritted, and when you dare to glance down, you see the noticeable bulge that has formed between his legs. He follows your glance and clicks his tongue, letting go of your chin.Â
âI know I crossed a boundary today. Itâs all right. You can go. Iâll reschedule you with another doctor. I know you didnât want me in the first place.â
Your mind is a blur as you quickly reach out to grab his hand, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. His admission was like a prayer answered, and you werenât going to meek about this. His breath hitches as he feels you pulling at his hand and gives you a look of uncertainty. Your lips part but the words you want to say refuse to come out.Â
âDamn it,â he whispers ferally before his mouth captures yours in a rough kiss. It was wild and demanding, a contrast to the reserved, patient man he usually was. Youâre swept up in the feeling of his mouth on yours, the taste of his tongue, and the softness of his lips. When you break apart, his hand cups your cheek, his eyes searching your face.
âThis isnât just because of the session right?â He asks keenly and you realize what heâs asking you. Heâd been aching for you before this whole stupid policy came into place. The same way youâd been longing for him.Â
âNo, itâs not. I had a crush on you back when you became my doctor to check on my heart condition.â A sigh of relief leaves him before he tenderly presses his forehead to yours, and youâre caught up in the sweetness of the moment.Â
âI just had to be sure.â
Boldly, you raise your head, delighted when he meets you, pulled back into his kiss, your tongues sliding over each other, your fingers tangling into his hair, scratching the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.Â
You gasp as he breaks the kiss to drag his tongue down the column of your throat, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the heated flesh, your blood humming in your veins as your eyes flutter closed. He pulls away the gown and pulls your perked nipple into his mouth, and you revel in the jolt of pleasure it brings you, each suckle felt in your clit which had already swollen up again in need. His fingers capture your other nipple, softly tweaking and pulling it and drawing little whines of desire from your throat.Â
Your hand finds the junction between his legs and cups the heavy bulge, drawing a groan from him, palming him through his slacks, feeling it grow and tent the fabric under your ministrations. A low guttural sound leaves him and he gets off the table, and you almost protest until you see him dragging the small wheeled stool from earlier towards the table. He settles down on it, looping his arms around the tops of your thighs and pulling you closer to the table's edge until your feet find the stirrups again.Â
âStay open for me darling,â he instructs, his eyes glittering and you shiver as you feel his breath against your swollen folds. You squeak as he pushes your folds apart with his nose, inhaling your scent, his eyes growing dark with lust. âYou smell delicious. I always wondered. Had to stop myself from sniffing my gloves after you climaxed. Not professional you know.âÂ
The musky tang of your pussy fills his senses, and his tongue darts out and dips into your slit, finding the swollen bud and licking it with just the right pressure that makes your toes curl and stars pop into your vision.Â
Your hand rests on his head, tugging his beautiful dark locks, his name falling from your lips without barriers. Your hips rock against him, moaning, then let a sob as his lips suction around your clit. His fingers, free from the gloves at last, probe your entrance, scissoring inside to prepare you for what was to come before they curl up into that gummy patch that he knew too well.Â
The sensations flood you, and the sheer knowledge of knowing you had Zayne touching you this way, unbound by the usual rules was sending you into a frenzy. Incoherent noises leave your mouth, crying out hotly as he teases the orgasm from you, your body shivering from the intensity.Â
He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and takes in your appearance, so soft and satisfied on his table, a dreamy look in your eyes.
âAre you prepared for the after?â he asks, you nod, more than eager to experience him. A sly smile crosses his face before he reaches over into the little chest of drawers by the table and pulls out a condom.Â
âHospitals have free condoms. It would be impractical to not use one when itâs on hand.â He explains seeing your questioning look and stands to undo his pants. You watch curiously as his cock is finally freed, eyes widening as it faces you, so impressive and veiny, standing proudly with a slight curve in its length. His pubes were neatly trimmed at the base, ebony curls visible behind the shaft. As he starts to roll on the condom, you feel your whole body heating up in anticipation.Â
He leans down to kiss you before taking your feet and resting them on his shoulders, his cock at the perfect angle to enter you. As he sinks into your welcoming heat, you let out a sigh of longing, feeling the delicious stretch of muscle as he pushes up inside you, gasping as you feel his full length sheathe itself. As he bottoms out, his eyes close in bliss, hardly daring to believe that after all this time, he is finally getting to fulfill this private dream.Â
Each stroke has him brushing against your gspot and kissing your cervix as he paces himself, feeling the primal urge to take you roughly and selfishly calling at his self-control. A growl leaves his throat as you whimper, straining towards him as the both of you struggle to keep a grip on reality. He feels the seductive way your walls clench around him, hears the soft noises you make, sees your face contort in pleasure with every roll of his hips.Â
âOh you feel so good,â he pants hotly, glasses askew, almost at the tip of his nose as he thrusts. âClenching me so needily. Gonna milk me dry.â
Your response is a shuddering whimper, your back arching greedily to feel all of him, creating the perfect curvature to brush your clit against the base of his erection with each push of his hips. He feels the little bud on his heated skin, your combined fluids dripping onto his shaft, slickening the bundle of nerves with each stroke.Â
âBe a good girl and cum on my cock the way you do on my fingers.â Zayneâs voice is husky as he tries to hold on, damned if he came before you. âI know you want to. I can feel the way your walls are spasming. They always do this pattern before you orgasm.â
The fact that he had memorized this knowledge of you was too much and you let go, your voice filling the room as you climax. Zayneâs hips stutter as he feels you around his length, pussy fluttering so him. His pace quickens, the sound of slapping skin becoming more and more urgent, his balls hitting your ass each time as he chases his orgasm.Â
A shiver passes through his body as it happens and he buries himself in your warmth. You hum in satisfaction as you feel his cock twitch and pulse inside you as he spills his load. He pants, sweat on his forehead as he bends down to kiss you again, carefully lowering your legs which burn from the stretch as they settle on the stirrups.Â
Threading your fingers through his hair, you brush your noses together, smiling shyly at him as he smirks, his eyes closing as he catches his breath.
âCan I see you outside of my office sometime?â he asks and you laugh at the invitation.Â
âAre you asking me out on a date after having sex just once?â you tease as he grips the base of the condom and slides out, your pussy feeling the loss keenly.Â
âI have been wanting to for a while. I was just wondering if I was misreading the signals. But I think I have a solid answer now.â He helps you sit up and cradles your body against his, idly stroking your skin, before gently removing the sensors off your body.Â
âLetâs get dressed,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead after a moment of cozy silence, and the both of you hunt down your clothes. As he fixes his tie, Zayne passes by his computer and lets out an amused huff.Â
âSomething funny?â you ask as you button your blouse.
âThe sensors definitely gave enough information to make anyoneâs head spin.â You walk over and snort as you see the window, full of sharp spikes.Â
âWell, at least I am guaranteed you had a good time.â Zayneâs eyes sparkle mischievously as he pulls you in for another kiss.Â
âIâm not changing my doctor,â you reassure him as you pull away. Thereâs amusement in his gaze when he replies.Â
âOh, definitely not. I think if the Hunterâs Association ever sees this record, theyâll heavily advise you to remain with the same healthcare professional.âÂ
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sylus always answers your calls. always. no exceptions.
he could be in the middle of a gun fight or a messy interrogation but when he hears the inside joke of a ringtone he set for you, he uses his evol to shackle everyone in place while he answers, calm and collected as can be.
âkitten, itâs late in linkon â you should be sleeping. no, iâm not busy at the moment.â a cold glare is the only warning his enemies get to stay quiet. âwhat do you need?â
some of the worldâs most powerful and feared men have had their final agonizing moments prolonged by listening to the leader of onychinus sweet-talk you.
#how much do you want to bet his ringtone for mc is just cats meowing#love and deepspace#love & deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace sylus#sylus#lads x reader#mini headcanons#my writing
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How he used to look at MC vs now.
his smile<333
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love you, love you, love you;
mr. crawling x reader
plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words â themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes â w.c: 1.1k
a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like itâs been in my dreams, haaah.
masterlist âą ao3
Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.
Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affectionâthatâs when Mr. Crawling then became differentâquiet, soothing, kind but also⊠curious.
And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.
Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your spaceâespecially someone who he disapproved ofâwasnât something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldnât bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).
So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.
You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.
Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.
You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waistâaccidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breastânicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.
You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus farâŠ
That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.
That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.
So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.
You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking youâof upsetting you againâhis motions growing confident the longer that you didnât protest. It wasnât long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawlingâs fingers didnât ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.
The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your ownâyou were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into itâyou communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.
Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.
Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kissesâas many as he could give.
It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his ownâfingers weaving into his bony digitsâinterlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.
Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.
Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as âcloseâ, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.
âClose, close, close,â he repeated.
It didnât take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighsâyet not letting you move awayâstill retaining his claim on you.
Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).
Words were never the problem, it seemed.
Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to⊠connect with you.
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you've heard of matching his freak now get ready for matching his eepy sleepy
#love and deepspace#lads xavier#xavier#xavier love and deepspace#xavier x mc#IT'S ALMOST TIME#BIRTHDAY EVENT INCOMING ARE YOU READY XAVIER GIRLIES#my art
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last dance with skully
#sighhh.........#SIGGGGHHHHHHHHHHUHHH#GGGHGGHRGHHGGH SOBBIGGG BGBNBN#aghh.. i rlly do like this years halloween a lot!!! they just keep getting better and better each year!!!#skuileycham it was a pleasure knowing youuuu hdghfghh#ppl be making their ocs remember the events of lost in the book with tnbc because live laugh love#its me im ppl#twst#twisted wonderland#skully j graves#twst skully#twst yuu#twst mc#yuulis crowley
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#this is for the 15 other mr gap fans#i love this mischievous gremlin#mr gap#homicipher#homicipher mc#fanart#sad draws#sad ocs
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*Benny Hill theme intensifies* Bonus:
#Love and Deepspace#lads Sylus#Lads MC#Lads Mephisto#Luke and Kieran too I guess#what an outstanding comedy of errors
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I love these photos sm đ
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You decide to sleep on the couch after an argument
love and deepspace
characters: Zayne, Sylus (pt2 with Rafayel and Xavier here)
note: they might be a little mischaracterized so bear with me.
Zayne
Usually, arguments with Zayne donât get this heated. There was no yelling, not on his part at least, but he could be really cold with his words when he wanted to be. Not that you were any better. Some things you said hurt him to no end. So you came up with a decision - to sleep on a couch tonight. To be honest, it was more because to be petty, than not wanting to spend a night beside him. You gathered your pillow and blanket and got comfortable on the couch, which made Zayne sigh out loud when he entered the room.
âWhat is this?â
You turned your back to him as an answer. Another sigh comes out of his mouth. Heâs exhausted, physically and emotionally, and you acting like a brat doesnât ease anything at all.
âI know youâre mad, dear but is this necessary?â
No answer.
âAlrightâ
He left the room and before you could convince yourself that you didnât care he was back with a blanket of his own and took a seat in an armchair. You turn your head towards him in confusion.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI guess weâre not sleeping in bed tonightâ
âIâm not. You can goâ
âI believe I didnât stutterâ
You scoffed and turned around again.
âsuit yourselfâ
Minutes pass and sleep doesnât come to you. Whether itâs because of an uncomfortable couch or an absence of his arms around you is hard to say, but after turning around thousands of times and still not being able to sleep is frustrating.
Finally, Zayne had enough of watching your struggle.
âHow about we go to bed?â
âNoâ came your response after a second of hesitation. With a small amused smile on his face, he hovered over the couch.
âWhat do you say⊠I take you to bed and you can curse me out for it tomorrow?â
You shifted a little but didnât answer, which made his smile widen. He gathered you in his arms and your lack of objection was all he needed to take you to your room and tucking you in bed. Even though you seemed to warm up he didnât know how far he could push you, so kneeling beside the bed to be on your eye level he started:
âIf you still need space I can-â
âStayâ
He smiled at you tucking your hair behind your ear.
âOkayâ
He got up and kissed your forehead before slipping in beside you and pulling you closer.
"I'm sorry..." you mutter
"Shh, we'll talk about it tomorrow... but I'm sorry too"
You smile a little. You two will sort this out tomorrow.
Sylus
What Sylus says, goes around. His word is the law. This is what heâs used to. That's how it's always been.
Then you came into his life and even though heâs still in charge of how things go in the N109 zone, you just need to say the word and everything will be how you like it. No questions, no hesitation. He would give you the world if you so much as whispered the need. Whatever you want, whatever you need, he will make it happen.
Unless, when it comes to your safety. Now donât get me wrong. Sylus knows you can defend yourself and then some. But when it comes to the N109 zone, there are things Sylus knows better than you. Additionally, The fact that you can be reckless in your battles does nothing to help ease his worries.
That was the reason for the heated argument tonight. Sylus with his harsh words and snarky remarks always finds a way to infuriate you. So you two go on and on for half an hour now and none of you seems to back down. You storm off to your room and take your things to get comfortable on the couch. However, on your way out Sylus blocks your way. He raises an eyebrow at the blanket and pillow in your arms.
âNow, what exactly do you think you are doing, sweetie?â
âmoveâ
âI asked you a questionâ
âIâm not sleeping beside you- Sylusâ you exclaim as he hoists you over his shoulder. you punch and scratch his back but to no avail.
âCareful with your claws, kittenâ
He drops you on the bed climbing over you.
âNow listen, this is what will happen. You will stop acting like a wild kitten and sleep beside me. I am sorry for hurting you but we will discuss it tomorrow, when we are both a lot calmer. Understood?â
You donât want to give in so easily. You also donât want to sleep without him tonight. So you nod avoiding eye contact. He, however, doesnât accept it and raises your chin with his finger to make you look at him.
âUse your words, sweetieâ
âYesâ
âSplendidâ He removed himself from you so you could get under the blanket. He laid beside you and pulled you closer so your head was resting on his chest.
"Sy... I'm sorry too"
"So I'm Sy now?"
This man.
"Nevermind, you're still a prick"
You try to remove his arm but he holds you tighter as he laughs.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, sweetie"
You felt him kiss the crown of your head as he caressed your shoulder with his thumb. you return to your previous position and listening to his heartbeat, sleep lured you in soon enough.
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A Rising Sun
Summary: Thirteen missed calls and twenty unread text messages. Not even Mephisto could track you. âYouâre really starting to worry me here, kitten.â Sylus pressed the phone to his ear, eyes glued to Mephistoâs live feed as he soared through the N109 Zoneâs darkest alleys, âIf it was something I did, let me make it up to you.â Tags: Sylus/Reader, gender-neutral, slight angst, hurt/comfort, reader is mc, established relationship Word Count: 1.8k A/N: requested by @hrts4hanniehae read on ao3 | masterlist
Crystal clinked loudly against a mahogany table as Sylus put the empty glass down with a seething glare. He wouldâve slammed it were it not for your sleeping form just several feet away, however. Your chest rose and fell under his satin sheets, and he counted each breath like a rosary bead; youâre fine, youâre fine, youâre fine. He unstopped a priceless bottle of whiskey and poured himself another drink, but the tremor in his hand sloshed amber liquid over the sides. Sylus huffed but didnât bother wiping up the mess. Instead, he downed the whiskey in one go and squeezed his tired eyes shut. The burn was nothing compared to the chill down his spine when he found you.Â
Thirteen missed calls and twenty unread text messages. Not even Mephisto could track you. âYouâre really starting to worry me here, kitten.â Sylus pressed the phone to his ear, eyes glued to Mephistoâs live feed as he soared through the N109 Zoneâs darkest alleys, âIf it was something I did, let me make it up to you.â The begging in his voice grew more obvious as the voicemails went on, ââPlease. Just let me know youâre okay.â Sylus drew closer to the hologram, helpless, as Mephisto investigated another possible location, âI canâtâŠâ Another dead end. The mechanical crow cooed softly before swooping into another street, and Sylus heard his voice catch in his throat, â...I canât feel you anymore.âÂ
Beep. The call ended, leaving a loaded silence in its wake.Â
He considered leaving yet another voicemail when Mephisto turned a sharp corner and pointed his eyes at a dark figure slumped against a wall. No, no, no. His worst fears were realized when the crow perched himself on your knee and cawed loudly, as if scolding you for causing so much trouble. Then his lens panned over the blood. So much blood. Sylus couldnât recall the ride there, which car he took, how fast he was going. Trivial details, to be frank. Your name was the only thought in his mind, the only language he understoodâyou, you, you. Sense returned to him when he clutched your limp body in his tight embrace, and you groaned weakly in his arms. âIâm here,â Sylus sighed against your ear, âAlways here.âÂ
The sheets of his bed rustled as you shifted your weight, and Sylus shot you a look. âSylus,â You called weakly, and winced as you sat up.
âDonât lean on your arm.â Despite your discomfort, his narrowed gaze remained fixed on the empty glass in his hand. He made no move to approach you, âYouâll disturb the bandages.â Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you take note of the gauze wrapped around your bicep. The bleeding stopped a while ago. âThat wanderer missed your artery by a hair,â Sylus drawled, and your confused gaze met his cold look, âYour luck never ceases to amaze me.â Then he stood, your confusion morphing into panic, âLet Mephisto know if you need anything.â
âSylus, waitââ You outstretched your hand, the bandaged one, and immediately hissed in pain. Sylus froze, but like before, remained where he stood, âHow long have I been out?â
His lip twitched. âThree hours now,â A beat, then he was reaching into his pocket, âHere.â Your phone bounced against the mattress at your feet, and Sylus watched you pick up the shattered screen. Wincing, you turned it on, and he quietly studied your distress.
âIâm sorry,â You began softly, but Sylus forced his eyes to the floor. He couldnât stand the guilt in your eyes, âI got so caught up I didnâtââ
His raised hand cut you short, âDonât.â And he turned away sharply, âJust focus on resting.â The lump in his throat was difficult to swallow around, so he grabbed the leftover whiskey and rushed out.
Cooling down with some vinyl records had been his first instinct. Dusting them off, running his fingers over the plastic covers, then finally settling on just one. Fretting over their display was a nervous habit of his, his go-to when he needed a distraction. But it proved too difficult to position the needle correctly with trembling hands, and Sylus watched the needle stutter over the grooves with a grimace. Instrumentals kicked in over the stereo quietly, but it still wasnât enough to drown out his swirling thoughts. He should be with you right now. Tending to your every need and shushing you gently to get some rest. Instead, he hid away with his records, inhaling and exhaling to relax the tight ball in his chest. Youâre fine, youâre fine, youâre fine.
He repeated this useless prayer to himself to prevent other thoughtsâdarker thoughtsâfrom bubbling up. It didnât work, though. âSylus?â His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, before they suddenly narrowed in suspicion. As if on cue, Mephisto breezed to his perch in the corner of the room, and Sylus shot the crow a withering glare. So much for keeping you away from him, damn bird. Mephisto only pricked his feathers innocently in response. Your bare feet then padded across the room, but Sylus refused to turn around. You shouldnât have to see him like this. âSylus, would you please look at me?â You insisted again, stronger this time, âAre you angry?â
Usually, he craved your bluntness. Right now, he resented it. âI should have locked him in his cage.â Your steps drew closer, and Sylus concentrated on the spinning vinyl.
Your tired sigh gripped his heart. âI heard your voicemails,â You announced quietly, âItâsâŠItâs okay if you are. You have every right to be.âÂ
Itâs just so like you to put his feelings first. As if he had been the one bleeding in an alley for hours. Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose, âAnd if I was?â He turned to face you, finally, and noted the half-step you took back. Sylus couldnât help the scowl that tugged at his lips, âWhy arenât you?â
You frowned at him and rubbed your arm distractedly. âIâŠfeel bad for making you worry. Iâm sorry, and I totally understand where youâre coming from.â You then tugged nervously at your clothes, avoiding his sharp gaze, âI would be angry with me too, believe me. Especially after I said Iâd be moreââ
Sylus couldnât help it, a humorless laugh erupted from his bitten lips. You only stared in bewilderment as he raised a hand to cover his mouth, âAngry at youâŠ?â He shook his head as another wave of trepidation passed through him, âYou misunderstand,â Then his voice fell ominously low, âIâm not angry at you.â
Surprise gripped your expression, âI donât understand, then. Why are you angry?â
âWhy?â It was Sylusâ turn to give you a bewildered look, âWhy?â The answer was so obvious, he almost felt ridiculous spelling it out for you. Through gritted teeth, he tried anyway, âBecause I failed to protect you, thatâs why.â That lump in his throat returned, so he promptly shut up. His words clung to the air for several moments, but he didnât dare take his eyes off you now. A flurry of emotions overwhelmed you; perhaps you were realizing that, yes, he did fail you tonight. That realization never quite reached your eyes, though. Instead, you slowly shook your head before falling back to get comfortable on his couch.Â
âCome sit with me.â You patted the area next to you and watched him expectantly. Sylus stared. You always did find new ways to surprise him, somehow. He fought three wars in his headâbefore losing them allâand hesitantly took his place by your side. The big, bad Onychinus leader avoided your soft gaze. âWhat happened tonight, neither of us is to blame.â Your voice fell hush, and he didnât need to look at you to know you saw right through him, âYou can be angry, but please donât hold a grudge.â You scooted yourself closer to take his hand in yours, and his eyes numbly flicked to your linked fingers.Â
âIf Mephisto hadnât found youâŠI didnât know what to think.â His voice trailed off, and he swallowed thickly, âYour aether core. I couldnât feel it.â His thumb caressed yours gently, âFear like that isnât easy to forget.â
Guilt brimmed in your eyes again, and he wished he hadnât said anything. âYou found me,â You began fiercely, âAnd Iâm okay now, thanks to you. Because of you. You could never fail me.â Your words only deepened his scowl. It should never have gotten to that point in the first place. You should never have been in that positionâalone. Your interlocked hands tightened, âSylusâŠâ Your murmur, spoken like a wish, was accompanied by a sudden warmth between your palms. He inhaled sharply as he watched your hands glow, evols linking as you resonated with his. The feeling was difficult to explain. Resonating with you blanketed him in a warmth like no other, like he was morning dew glowing under the rising sun. Like it was the first and last time heâd ever feel sunlight. You were alive. You were well. And if you harbored any ill will toward him, then resonating wouldnât have come so naturally to you. Heâs glad it did.Â
The resonance ended all too soon, however, and the light of your evols dimmed to nothing. Sylusâ record played softly in the silence. âThank you,â He murmured at last, feeling calm for the first time that evening, â...And Iâm sorry.â You made it difficult to stay upset. You had no idea how much power you held over himâover his mind and body alikeâhow easily you could mold him like putty in your precious hands. Right now, though, you guided those precious hands to his chin and looked him over properly. The dark circles, the disheveled hair, the cracked lips; you drank all of it in and let worry settle in the crease of your brow. He hid his embarrassment behind wisecracks, âLike what you see? A picture might last longer.â
You shot him a look, âYou should take a shower, youâll feel better.â Your expression then softened, and your thumb caressed the side of his smirking mouth, âBut hurry, so you can join me in bed.â
He swore he felt traces of your evol smoldering within him, âEasy, kitten, youâre still recovering.â
Amusement sparkled in his ruby eyes when you abruptly pulled away, flustered, âYou know what I meant!â Tsk, it was too easy sometimes. Sylus tried and failed to hide his smile before unexpectedly lifting you off the couch, âSylusââ
âIâve got youâyes, I do, now stop squirming,â Hanging on with your good arm, Sylus held you tighter than heâd ever done before. Letting you down would never be an option again. âSave the struggling for later, sweetie.â You merely huffed and settled into his secure embrace, but your free hand clutched his shirt just as tightly. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Â
Morning dew, meet rising sun.
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âThe girls in the tribe have unique braids. I should give you one.â
#sylus fanart#sylus x you#l&ds sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepsace#love and deepspace#sylus x mc
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how it started how itâs going
I just know he has been waiting to do that for a long time
#love and deepspace#lads#otome game#lads mc#æäžæ·±ç©ș#sylus qin#qin che#lads sylus#ç§Šćœ»#sylusposting#sylus x you#l&ds sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#sylus#sylus x reader#l&ds#lnds#sylus x mc#lads x reader#lads zayne#l&ds x reader#xavier love and deepspace#lads xavier#otome#love and deep space x reader#dating sim#love and deepspace x reader
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pre-relationship sylus and mc
#my art#fanart#digital art#love and deepspace#sylus#lads sylus#qin che#sylus x mc#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader
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