Just kicking around.

The room was thick with heat and the low hum of your own ragged breathing.

And in between your legs is the head of Xavier Shen, buried tongue-deep in your pussy and eating you out like a starved dog having his first slurp of water in months.

He has you pinned on the couch, his hands spreading and pinning your thighs wide and firmly holding you open for his punishing mouth that lick and slurps with a raw, filthy hunger.

His tongue drags up your slit in one slow, obscene stroke, lapping at the slick mess already dripping from you before flicking your aching and puffy clitoral hood with his tongue. A deep, appreciative groan vibrates against your pussy as you cum once again, his mouth exploding with your juices as you shake and let out a broken cry, eyes fluttering shut like your flavour was his favourite drug.

But does he let go? Not a chance.

He doesn't wipe his chin. He just dives back in, messier, hungrier. Two thick fingers slide into you without warning, curling brutally against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes while his mouth focuses on your clit again- sucking, licking, devouring like he’d never get enough.

Xavier eats you out like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else. His lips seal around your swollen clit, sucking hard while his tongue flicks and swirls in tight, relentless circles. Wet, filthy sounds fill the air-obscene slurps and greedy grunts as he devours you, pushing his tongue inside your aching hole and fucking you with it in deep, thrusting strokes, his nose grinding against your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaking my face,” he growls against your pussy, the vibration making your hips jerk "Love it...love your pussy...missed your pussy so much."

"Nghhh"

"I know, my star, I know..."

Your thighs tremble around his head. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in your belly, building too fast, too intense. You try to moan his name but it comes out as a broken sob. He only growls louder, fingers pumping faster, tongue lashing your clit with lewd, sloppy strokes until your whole body seizes.

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave of a storm meant to sink ships- violent, blinding, feral. Your back arches clean off the couch, pussy gushing against his eager mouth as he kept sucking and licking through the obscene squirting, drawing it out until your vision whites out at the edges.

You didn’t even realize you were fainting until the world tilted, the white pinpricks beginning to fade into black as pleasure overloaded every nerve, your body shuddering helplessly as darkness swallowed you.

And through it all, Xavier’s hungry mouth keeps slurping between your quivering thighs, lapping up your squirt.

summary: in which you tell the lads boys (who are your controversially close bffs) that you were cheated on.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko

notes: all of the guys are lovely and want you…that’s kinda the whole thing i fear. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), mentions of cheating (obvi), perhaps minor indications of violence…but that’s it (i think).

p.s. i cannot stop making xavier use the sun emoji so like sorry but also not rlly that much bc it’s too fucking funny to me

a/n: should i make this one a series let me know…hehe…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

at first, you thought he was just being mean, hogging the highest-tech thing you’d ever seen all to himself. then, once you got old enough, you wondered if all the secrecy was for…nefarious reasons. but every time he smiled and ruffled your hair, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think he’d ever watch that kind of stuff.

plus, the thought made your stomach hurt. 

eventually, you grew old enough to value your privacy just as much. gone were the days of you sneaking glances over his shoulder and trying to guess his password while he wasn’t looking. 

*his password wasn’t your birthday. why wasn’t it your birthday? was it someone else’s birthday?

**it always was your birthday. just typed backwards. 

in all that time, you never would’ve guessed the thing he’d tried so hard to keep from you was his own sims fantasy land. 

he’d spent hours designing both of your appearances and outfits, chasing accuracy down to the pixel. once he was satisfied, he moved your household into an empty world, so that you were free to live as you were instead of who you should’ve been. 

he’s an astronaut, you’re a secret agent. you have a garden, but he always hires someone to tend to it so the plants don't command too much of your attention. his cooking skills are maxed out, as is your relationship level. and there’s a shiny silver band around your left ring finger. 

you have a mansion with a motherlode of things to entertain you: hot tub, cupcake machine, karaoke station, rocket ship. and rest assured, there’s a trusty cowplant in the back to deal with anyone who disrupts your peace. over the years, it has lured and devoured multiple incarnations of a certain black-haired, green-eyed, sweet-toothed genius who you could never seem to stop gushing over. 

and when the grey hairs come in for both of you, and your time starts winding down…well. he already has twin burial plots mapped out in the backyard, right in the middle of the apple orchard. 

reviving & reliving lost media || sylus x reader

Thank you for the ask! I was going to give a short answer but apparently you've unlocked my special interest asdfasdlkj

Honestly, the little lightbulb moments when FFXIV reminded me of Sylus and his dragon myth are all scattered throughout Heavensward (and a bit of ARR), so I can't remember each instance, but the entirety of Ishgard just reminds me of Sylus

And tbh I really do headcanon him as originally being from the FFXIV world (where it was possible for dragons and people to be lovers) before being sent to Philos (where he was the only dragon to have a human form and ultimately fell in love with a human)

But here are some of the parallels that stood out to me the most during my playthrough that I just had to talk about them

Sylus Parallels in FFXIV:

“this chip because it has a fold and you like the crunch”

“this spoon to eat your ice cream because it’ll pick up just the right amount, but if you were having a sherbet you’d pick the other one because it’s better for scraping”

“this french fry because it’s longer, crunchier and has more salt”

Hot water, steam, and the fruit scent of your shampoo fill the small confining space of your shower. The shower that was perfect for you. But, in hindsight, not the best for you and your towering 6'2 wolf.

"S-stop complaining!" Your lips quiver as your nails dig into his wrist, the one that is angling your detachable shower head directly at your cunt. The setting turned to a more concentrated stream, not too harsh to hurt, but enough to create dizzying pressure as it sprays your clit.

"I'm getting a cramp in my lower back." Valko whines into your ear, nuzzling your neck and further curving his spine despite his initial protests. The sound of your melodic whimpering is making his cock throb hard and heavy against your ass, leaking copious amounts of precum but it's hard to tell with your skin already being wet.

"V-val..." You swear your legs are going to give out, face flushed from more than just the heat of the steam as he's been using his other hand to keep your cunt spread open, revealing your puffy twitching clit to the unrelenting stream of water. "S'okay, little lamb. This is the only way we can help each other out in here without knocking all your..." he glances around at your shelves of soaps, scrubs, and hair products.

"Pretty things down, yeah? Don't want a noise complaint from your neighbors at this time of night..." God you can't even process what he's actually saying. Sure you've masturbated like this before, but the shower head has never felt this fucking good. "Valko, m'gonna cum."

Your nails dig harder into his skin, head pressing into his collarbone as he nips at the nape of your neck. "Cum for me, then. I wanna see you cum while standing up, let me feel your legs give out on you. I promise I won't let you fall, hmm?" You're visibly trembling, gasping for air as you mumble a mantra of "I'm cumming!" over and over for him to hear.

Your legs do give out on you, and with one swift motion, Valko's hand is around your waist and supporting you as if you weigh nothing at all. "That good, little lamb?" He's nuzzling your neck again, settling the shower head back in its holder so you both get sprayed with hot water again. "Better than my cock?" Whispered, as if taunting you.

"Course not." You choke. "I-I mean yeah it was good, but not your cock, Val. Fuck, I want your cock, can I have it please, pretty please?"

Mmm... maybe you're getting that noise complaint after all...

when he returns from hours of annoyances, cleaning up and pulling on his black velvet robe, he doesn’t slink into bed like usual, trying his best not to disturb you despite the thrill he gets when you’re cranky. instead, he wakes you without remorse, gathers your weakly protesting form in his arms, and carries you to his favorite armchair—the one that overlooks the bustling nightscape from the balcony.

and once he sinks into the seat, sylus holds you captive. 

his kisses linger all over. they torture you with long, wet, scandalous sounds, amplified when he sometimes drags his hot, rough tongue against your softer skin.

through it all, he’s grunting his pleasure, huffing your scent the way he longed to earlier. he’s anchoring you to his lap, holding you over his bulge, suppressing your squirms in every direction. his skin is so warm—too warm—and your body quickly follows suit. 

“can i move, sylus?” you whine into his ear.

he ignores you, much too entranced with your body. 

“sylus.”

a soft growl leaves him as he comes up for air—now is not the time for talking.

“why,” he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your temple, “would you want to do that? are you not enjoying the sunrise as much as i am?” 

“it hurts.” you gesture shyly between your legs, ghosting over your tingling clit. “and you’re not doing anything to make it better—just making it worse,” you slur, still disoriented from ruined sleep. “it’s uncomfy.” 

you feel his chuckle more than hear it—hot, heavy pants setting your nerves aflame. “uncomfy, hm?”

“yes. it’s too much.” to prove your point, you try to wriggle away. arms lock around your waist like iron. 

“ask me nicely.”

“please. i’ll stay here. just wanna get comfy.”

Person: I feel like I am miserable because God is punishing me. Because I…I have deviated from the scripture. It says-

Sukuna, deadpan: God is not punishing you, you have clinical depression.

Person: 😦

Sukuna: Also, did you skip your prayers, yes or no?

Person: ….

Sukuna: Hmm you must have… I did see you out and about with your boyfriend last week.

Person: I am sorry-

Sukuna: You should be, for dating someone that ugly.

Person: What

Sukuna: Don’t you know being around losers causes cognitive decline? Kids these days… no discernment at all

⊹ ࣪ ˖ been so distraught lately i haven’t remembered to eat lunch, so please indulge with me again ˖ ࣪ ⊹

zayne: he helps you meal plan and meal prep every week, making sure your nutrition is well balanced to meet your needs as his patient and his girlfriend. besides, you won't forget lunch, of course. you're a good girl aren't you? good girls remember to eat, or they don't get rewarded. so you'll remember, won't you, darling?

xavier: he will feed you himself. that is a threat. he's your partner so you can't escape his attention. you'll never get the opportunity to forget lunch because he'll carry you kicking and screaming out of the office building if he has to. and when he can't be with you, he's strategically hidden your favorite snacks in your gear, your purse, in your desk at work and so on.

valko: shows up wherever you are to take you to lunch every day. has a meeting on the other side of town? they can wait, he's gotta take his girl for lunch. you're in the middle of a mission? not anymore. there's this new bbq place he wants to take you. if either of you are out of town, he'll video call so you can still eat together. you get the feeling it's as much for his benefit as yours.

sylus: has the fanciest most ridiculous lunches delivered to you specifically because it riles you up. does not accept critique. they may cost more than you make in a day, and they are always infuriatingly delicious. though he is disappointed you won't accept the wine pairing he's provided. the meal won't be complete without at least one glass of that new vintage he finally got his hands on.

rafayel: 8 million text messages until you send him video proof that you are eating. no he will not stop. if you block him he'll just steal thomas's phone and guilt trip you for blocking him for trying to take care of his poor cutie. sure he's a hipocrite, but it's you he's talking about right now.

"just the check, please."

sylus's low voice makes you perk up from where you're eating the last bites of your dessert. mischief bubbles in your chest. you set down your fork and start rummaging through your bag.

"what are you doing?" sylus asks, eyebrow arching.

you can practically hear his thoughts. he's definitely wondering why you've decided to look through your bag after he asked for the check. the two of you have had this conversation many times before. he'll pay for any and all of your dates, regardless if you're planning to use the card he had given you.

you give him an innocuous smile. "just looking for my phone." you casually excuse yourself. sylus easily lets his suspicions go, especially since the waiter has arrived with the check.

you've seen videos of people handing their partner's cash or their card to see their reactions. even though you know how sylus would react, you would never pass up the chance to prank him. so, as you grab your phone, you also grab your personal credit card, keeping the card hidden in your hand.

taking out his wallet, sylus gives a cursory glance at the receipt, and you make your move.

with the low lights of the restaurant, all you can see is sylus's amused smirk as your hand scoots over towards him. you lift your hand and beneath it is your credit card. you watch, amused, as sylus's smirk falls. without even looking away from the receipt book, he flicks the card back towards you. you let out a gasping laugh at his actions.

sylus places his card in the book, closes it, and hands it to the waiter. he turns back towards you and playfully tsks at you.

"you know better, darling." his low drawl combined with the amusement in his red eyes makes you laugh a little harder.

"do i?" you crone out, fluttering your eyelashes playfully.

"even if don't—" sylus's eyes go half-lidded a bit. "—i can certainly teach you once more."