#zanon

Pairing: Sylus x Named F!MC Rating: G Word Count: 847

Summary: The first time they share a bed.

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Sylus cajoles her into coming over after she teases him about his whiskey collection. 

“At least half of them probably taste exactly the same,” Zan argues with far more confidence in her voice than she actually has. 

“You think so? Why don’t you come over and sample the collection for yourself then?”  So come over she had—with a bottle of the cheapest bottom-shelf whiskey she could find, just because she knew it would bother him.

It turns out that ‘just a sip’ of a wealthy man’s collection of whiskey works out to…a lot of whiskey. She’s not a lightweight, but she’s not going out drinking often enough to build up a significant tolerance either.

“It tastes the same to me,” she lies, following her sip of his latest rare liquor with a sip straight from the bottle she brought. Maybe he is drunker than she thinks, or maybe he underestimates her ability to consume disgusting things with a straight face, but he falls for it hook, line, and sinker. 

“Let me have a sip then,” Sylus holds out his hand for the bottle which Zan shrugs and passes it over. He pours a small amount from the bottle into his crystal whiskey tumbler and tastes it. The disgusted scrunch of his nose makes her burst into full belly laughter.

 By the time she realizes she should get going, she’s still pretty drunk. Sylus looks her up and down when she stands, an infuriatingly smug expression on his face. 

“Looks like someone is having a hard time holding their liquor,” he observes. 

“The liquor is being held just fine,” she protests, swaying lightly on her feet. 

“You’re not getting back on that bike like this. You’ll crash before you even leave the N109 zone. I’ll drive you.” He’s already reaching for a set of keys in a nearby tray when she lunges for them first, slamming her hands over them with an obnoxious jingling sound. 

“You’re drunk too,” she argues. He gives a slight nod of his head in concession…and then produces yet another set of keys from his pocket, dangling them in her face like a cat toy.  

“You are aware I have other vehicles, correct?” He is having way too much fun with this. 

“It’s the principle!” She insists. 

“Oh? Since when have you cared about principles?”

“I do! Sometimes!” 

“Well then, I suppose the principled Miss Hunter will just have to stay until she sobers up. Your guest room is down the hall.” 

“My guest room?” It takes her longer than it should to put together what he means, and he seems to relish the offended look on her face when she finally does. “Wait, the one you locked me in for three days!? No way!” 

Sylus shrugs, seemingly unaffected. “Then take your pick. There are plenty of other rooms here to spend the night in.” 

Feeling floaty and annoyed simultaneously, Zan goes for the most outrageous option she can think of. She walks right over to Sylus’s no doubt ridiculously expensive bed and starfishes out on his silky soft sheets. The mattress cradles her like a cloud. 

It’s much darker now than she remembers it being when she first flopped onto the bed. As the grogginess begins to fade, her brain starts putting the pieces together. She must have fallen asleep. The sheets beneath her still feel the same and some of the vague outlines of objects she can make out in the dark tell her she’s still in Sylus’s bedroom. 

Glancing around a second time, this time in search of the bedroom’s owner, and nearly jumps upon finding him right next to her in bed, sleeping soundly. The first jolt of panic is instinctual, but short-lived. 

They are both still clothed, though Sylus did change into pajamas. She is on top of the blankets with a couple of suspiciously soft throw blankets carefully laid out over top of her while Sylus—a man several inches taller and significantly wider than her—seems to have ended up in the last quarter of his own bed, tucked under the covers as they were intended to be used. 

He’s kind of cute like this. 

The thought comes unbidden and she’s horrified by the realization. Soothing herself with the knowledge that Sylus would likely despise it even more than she does, Zan slips out of bed in search of her phone. 

Finding it next to her bag, she has to squint when the bright light assaults her eyes, but the glowing screen informs her that it is about 10 in the morning. It’s much later than she had wanted to be back in Linkon, but she’s at least sober enough to drive now…if maybe a bit hung over. 

I’ve gotta write more- and I’ve had a Wip be a wip for a little too long…. I need more ideas.

So, essentially Wars is getting angst- something like absolute hell!!!! Like- it’s bad.

So far? The only thing I’ve got is separating him from the rest of the chain (kinda) and then….. that’s it-

I need more ideas because….. like….. I wanna write more ig? But I’m out of ideas entirely—

Here’s….. here’s what I have rn?

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Normally traveling through the portals never seemed to be a problem, if anything Four seemed to take it the worst, Wild the best. Nothing had ever gone wrong, no split ups, no major problems. A few times they’d been put into monster camps or slightly tricky areas, but nothing that couldn’t be overcome.

Warriors was just getting his stuff fully in order, unfortunately for him directly in front of the portal. Without any warning, Wild, clumsily as ever, hit him while trying to regain balance. Although it seemed he managed to maintain himself, damage had already been done as Warriors himself fell through. Alone, and without warning.

Sometimes mistakes happen, but this wasn’t just sometime. The portals were always nauseating, but never- never was it this bad. Never was it painful.

Something was wrong.

Instantly he was overcome by a nauseating wave of sickness, the world spun as several colors whirled together overlapping and drowning one another out. He was whipped and thrown around, as if his being weight all but nothing. Then all at once a freezing chill swept over him. Slowly freezing the tips of his fingers until it felt numb, unable to move, then again, another change, his body melt- erupting in flames as he tried to scream but nothing left his nonexistent form, it was hot- too hot! It burned, getting worse and worse- and-

Nothing.

Silence for a few minutes until it hit, a sharp agonizing pain- as if being stabbed throughout the chest straight threw the heart. He tried to move, nothing, until suddenly it was all too much. He started gasping, panicking, slowly by surely he was losing himself- he couldn’t breathe. He tried, and tried- and tried! But nothing-

His eyes fluttered open as he finally was able to take a clear breath in, steadying his breath and trying to focus back into reality, he looked up.

Wait… something was wrong, his body was weightless and everything around him moved too fast, he wasn’t on his feet and as he finally looked down- it struck him, and he panicked.

The ground.

He was falling- thousands of feet in the air- too high- too fast

He was falling too fast, down, down

Down.

Down-

Down.

Completely panicking now, unable to connect his thoughts together, he slammed his eyes shut, held onto himself, braced for impact on whatever was going to become of him and-

Silence.

No pain, no-

Just silence, as just before hitting the ground.

It all faded into…

Darkness?

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And like- the only thing I wrote for ideas was this—

“IDEA FOR A FIC -

Warriors going through absolute hell- like on the verge of death bleeding out, loss of loved ones, like- tortured- like terrible all together.

Ends with- a literal good nights sleep- like holy fuck yes.”

Helppp?????

- Z

Theoretically, attacked you with love-

Would you accept it???

Or would I have to (lovingly) bully you into accepting it?

Because you are cool.

And this is my thoughts and opinions.

And I will attack you with them.

- Z

Hugs? Is this u asking for hugs? lemme grab some pics since you like my silly doodles apparently?

love for everyone!! I will happily accept hugs and nice words even when I should be working on Blush or homework, or my Twi tunic lol.

(2/6) First you would be blindfolded and walked to our secret little storage room, it’s connected to our living room where only we can get to the entrance. Don’t mind the groping and teasing along the way, the guys will just be very excited to get started with you. When we get into your little living space, with just enough room for everyone to have their fun with you, you will be strapped down to the padded fuck bench we already have set up. (3/6) Your arms and legs tied down tight and another two straps around your body to limit movement as much as possible. Can’t have you getting away. At this point you may be having second thoughts and want to protest, but your words will be ignored as we stick a ring gag into your mouth, keeping you from talking but allowing wide enough access to your throat. Like this, all of your holes will be perfectly positioned for use and the boys will have their fun. (4/6) Your new life as our secret little sex toy will begin and they’ll take turns fucking you. I’ll get first pick and take your mouth while Brian takes the back. My first time with you will be just rough enough to hear you gag, giving you brief gulps of air, until I give you a warm load. Some of my pals might be more gentle and tell you what a good boy you’re being and some might be rough, I’m not too sure how they like it, but either way every hole is going to get a lot of attention. (5/6) After we’re done tiring you out and leave you there full and covered in as much cum as we can give for the moment, you’ll be stuffed up with a vibrator and butt plug. A plug also inserted into your ring gag to keep your mouth from getting too dry... or making too much noise. Then you’d better get used to that position, because from then on you’ll have guys coming in here and there to use you again and again, whenever the mood strikes. Seven of us using you through the day and night. (6/6) You may be trying to get some sleep on your bench when you’ll hear the door open up and you'll get filled with more cock, then left to wait for the next. And I won’t lie, you may just lose all track of time. How long have you been there? Days, weeks, longer? Once we have you at our mercy, I know we won’t be in a hurry to lose our favorite sex toy. So what do you say? I know it sounds intense, but the guys have their hopes up and we can always get into more details if you’d like. -z 

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I’d be pretty nervous going to meet you all. Seven strangers? That’s a lot, you could do anything at all to me, but you’re paying for transport and I’m so horny and desperate that I’d just say fuck it and go. Seven whole people using me at once sounds like a dream come true, and I can’t deny that it sounds nice to be somewhere where I’m just kept and taken care of and my only responsibility is being a fucktoy. 

So I show up and then I’m blindfolded right away, which makes me more nervous, and part of me really wants to bolt right there, just leave, but you’re all so happy to see me, and if it doesn’t work out I can just leave later, right? So I follow where you take me, and when I feel myself being strapped down and fully restrained I let out a scared little moan, turned on and freaked out all at once. I ask where I am, what I’m tied to, what the plan is, etc, but quickly I’m stopped from answering and I realize we never set up a safeword or anything, and I start to get real nervous, squirming in place and tugging at the restraints a little. 

With my speech and vision blocked, all I can do is listen to you all discuss how you’re going to start using me and whine softly, wanting a say in all this. Eventually I feel your cock lining up with my mouth (where I’m drooling because of the gag keeping it open) and I let out one more whimper of protest before it’s all I can do to focus on breathing, choked wet noises coming from my throat as you fuck it, interspersed with yelps and cries of pain as I’m roughly fucked on the other end at the same time. As I’m fucked and filled and covered in cum from each of you I start to zone out, my mind emptying besides breathing and the feeling of the next big cock thrusting into me. When I resurface I realize I’m alone and I’ve been alone for a while, though none of my holes were left empty. 

This is a drawing of my Nerevarine, Zanon, I commissioned from an incredible artist on twitter: @IrathindurART and tumblr: @irathindur