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thatfanfictionchick · 4 years

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The ABC’s of Sex feat. Cyril

I am ho’ing hard for Cyril these days and just...need to talk about him more.

Under a cut. There’s already so many long posts in my feed so it’s not like it makes a difference lolol

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

+ Aftercare generally involves soft touches from his cold hands while you reorient yourself. Then a quick shower followed by cuddling on the couch watching a comedy. He likes to push his fingers into your hair and massage your scalp.

+ The rest of the time, see [Quickie], aftercare involves him holding your hand and whispering soft affirmations of love against your ear until you’re home.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

+ Cyril’s favorite part of your body is your back. Specifically, your spine. He loves dancing his fingers over your vertebrae like the keys of his piano. He’ll politely request you wear backless dresses to events so he has a nice view for the evening (and also run his hand over the exposed skin at every opportunity).

+ His own favorite body part is, unsurprisingly, his hands. He has a very strong, silent pride in the things they can do; both for his career and for you. Nuzzle your face in them while kissing his palms and then enjoy the way the tips of his ears turn red.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

+ Cyril loves to come on your belly. He loves pressing his thumbs into the pearlescent pools and spreading it up your ribs as he kisses you.

+ Breathlessly begging him to come inside you will have him unraveling in no time and he’ll grab your legs, bending your knees up to your chest and thrusting as deep as he can to finish.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

+ Cyril is huge fan of edging. He’ll get himself worked up two or three times a day then stop, content in a very masochistic way until he gets to be with you. He has the kind of sexual self control most people can only ever dream of.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

+ Cyril has been in two brief casual relationships and one serious one before you. His philosophy is to approach every relationship like it’s his first and learn what works best with the lover he currently has.

F = Favorite Position

+ Reverse cowgirl. You being on top leaves Cyril’s hands free to roam as he pleases, plus the added benefit and knowing that you can adjust the pace and the angle as you see fit. He’ll smooth his hands over your hair, stroking your back before reaching around to fondle your breasts and rub your clit.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

+ In a surprising contrast to his very monotonous personality, Cyril is very playful during sex. He likes to tickle you during the act because the way you laugh makes his heart flutter (oh and the way you squirm while he’s inside you is delightful).

+ Don’t ever worry about losing your balance/bonking body parts/weird noises/etc. because he’ll laugh it all off.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

+ It all matches. Yes, his hair really is that color. Yes, he did build his perfectly chilly aesthetic around it.

+ He prefers neatly trimmed to bare. He despises the itch of things as it grows back.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

+ Cyril is deeply soft, slow, and romantic 82% of the time during sex. He considers it a time to praise and worship your body and like all good things in life he does it with gentle reverence.

+ While Cyril unabashedly loves sex, he will bluntly tell you that he enjoys other forms of intimacy more. Driving with no destination, listening to you sing along to the radio while your hand rests on his thigh. Cuddling with you on the couch at the end of the day, your hand resting on his chest under his shirt. Listening to your daily frustrations while you mindlessly trace patterns on his palm with your fingertips during dinner; that’s what makes him feel close to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

+ Cyril may bring himself to orgasm once or, rarely, twice a week. When he does put his hands on himself it’s only to build up the anticipation for the next time you’re together.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

+ Cyril wants his hand on your throat. He doesn’t want to choke you, he’s not in to that. He wants, no, needs to feel the way your pulse quickens under his palm.

+ Edging, ofc.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

+ #1: Bed. Yours or his, doesn’t matter. He wants to touch all of you and this is the best place to do it.

+ #2: On his piano. He closes the fall board of course, he’s not an animal. But having your legs around him while he fucks you on the most beloved thing he owns is bliss.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

+ Passion, simply put. The look on your face when you’re doing something you love. The way you smile when something you’re cooking turns out right. The soft look on your face as you gaze lovingly at him while he’s practicing at the piano.

+ Going to one of his performances? You know to keep your underwear in your bag/pocket because things are going to get h o t after.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

+ Please, do not ask Cyril to be rough with you. He’s not comfortable with things like impact play or hair pulling don’t even mention BDSM unless you want to see him cringe. He will bite you lightly but doesn’t enjoy leaving or receiving hard marks. Digging in to your hips/thighs just before he finishes is the hardest he handles you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

+ Very much enjoys receiving. The unbridled love in your eyes when you take him in your mouth warms his whole body.

+ Will give as passionately as you do, but prefers to use his hands. He’s more confident that way.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

+ Cyril takes things at a very sensual pace. He takes his time to build you up to the same overwhelming high he is at before driving you hard and fast over the edge with him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

+ Quickies are...well, if you want it he supposes it’s okay. He’d really rather wait until you get home.

+ Exception? After a performance, expect Cyril to graciously send everyone on their way before turning on you like a starved animal. Performing excites him, and he simply can’t wait to unload the aroused energy bubbling under his skin. Prepare to be laid out across the piano lid while he drives inside you, proclaiming how beautiful you are (truth be told you’re not sure if he’s talking about you or the instrument...)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

+ Cyril will try many things at least once, but he tends to be rather apathetic about it. He knows what he likes and prefers to keep things that way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

+ With Cyril, one round is enough. He is not stopping until you are thoroughly sated and he’s so well practiced at holding off his own release that he won’t come until you are. He’ll lie with you until you can breath without gasping or stuttering, softly massaging your arms and legs and smoothing his hands over your hair until you’re ready to get out of bed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

+ Cyril doesn’t have any toys of his own. He’s never desired one.

+ However if you have any that you like, he’ll gladly use them.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

+ You made the mistake of thinking that Cyril wasn’t the type to tease. He went out of his way to prove you wrong. Your response to him rubbing your back? Laughably Pavlovian at this point. He’ll also casually slip his hand between your legs at dinner; nibble softly on your neck in a dark theater; or drag you away from prying eyes before a performance to grind his thigh between your legs, his soft voice a low hiss as he tells you what he wants to do to you after.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

+ The day Cyril is “loud” is the day the world is ending, you’re pretty sure.

+ His voice always pleasantly soft, he likes to murmur affirmations of love against your skin, breaking with an occasional throaty moan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

+ If you would agree to it Cyril would love nothing more than to edge you. A week, maybe two if you could manage. The thought of you absolutely devastated, coming again and again in one day after being denied is his top fantasy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

+ Uncut

+ Cyril will blandly describe himself as utterly average (he’s slightly more so length wise). He does enjoy the aesthetic view of his cock and the way it falls perpendicular to his body.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

+ A decent sex drive. He tries to keep an average of at least four times a week, but your work or him going off on a tour can impede that.

+ Sex is less important to him than other acts, see [Intimacy].

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

+ Sex tends to ramp Cyril up so he’s generally looking forward to doing something else to relax afterwards.

+ Best time to get him to play video games. Throwing him into something that requires focus and digit dexterity calms him down.

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thatfanfictionchick · 4 years

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Summer of Smut: Cyril x MC : Strip Poker

Summer of Smut brought to you by @voltage-vixen !

Prompt #7: Strip poker

Summary: AU-ish. MC (Emme) tries to show an uptight pianist a good time. She gets a much better time than she expected.

Warnings: Vaginal fingering; Vaginal intercourse

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Cyril was, Emme thought, many great things. A great pianist, a great conversationalist, one of the greatest guest stars she'd ever had the pleasure of working with. But he was dreadfully stiff. His personality, while quietly charming, bordered on elderly.

So one day, after they had finished shooting an episode on literary geniuses that Cyril had graciously offered to provide a soundtrack for, Emme invited him out for drinks. She was hoping to get him loosened up, maybe see him act out a little bit. He drank two glasses of white wine (nobody orders wine at a bar, Cyril!) and resisted any of her efforts to get him to take a shot or order a mixed drink.

"Why are you so insistent tonight, hm?" He arched a thin brow, jade eyes as placid as ever. Emme groaned and slapped a bill down on the table, large enough to cover their drinks and then some.

“You’re so uptight, Ceecee!” his eyes narrowed at the cursed nickname. “I just want you to like, have fun!” She pulled on her jacket and held her hand out to him. “Come to my place. We’ll try video games.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’m afraid I never did have an interest in such things.”

“Of course you didn’t.”

One 20 minute train ride later he followed her into her apartment, looking around at the rustic sort of ambiance she was trying to achieve. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she kept the temperature low, feeling much more at ease in her cold home than he did the warm and stuffy bar. He took off his shoes and jacket before following her to the living room. There were several full bookshelves packed with things from books to board games.

“What do you want to play?” Emme asked, kneeling before the entertainment center. “Mario Kart? Mario Party? Halo? Animal Crossing?”

“Animal? Crossing?” he asked the words as two separate questions and Emme groaned, keeling over on her hands in disbelief and muttering ‘lord help me’. Cyril spotted a Star Wars themed card deck on the shelf closest to him and picked it up.

“Why don’t we try a card game?”

“Like what? Gin?”

Cyril chuckled softly at the derision in her tone. “I’m moderately better at poker than gin.”

“You’re good at poker?”

“I have a solid understanding of the rules and game play.”

“Good enough,” Emme shrugged. “You got any cash? I have change all over the place, I guess we could use that.” She started wandering about the room, picking up dimes and nickels from various surfaces. Cyril stopped her as she passed by with a light touch against her shoulder.

“I understand there are variations of the game. Such as, removing an article of clothing instead of using money.” Emme looked at him with wide-eyed wonder.

“Are you suggesting, kind sir, that we play strip poker?”

He shrugged lightly. “You did say you wanted to see me having fun, yes?”

“You. Want to play strip poker. Even though you’re not very good at poker.” She could already picture him losing repeatedly and relished the mental image of his naked form.

“Poker is largely luck, isn’t it? It’s all how the cards are shuffled and the order you receive them in-”

“You’re on.” This may be the most unfair deal she ever made. “But on one condition: the winner gets to undress the loser.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. “Deal.”

Emme stifled an excited cackle as she lead him to the kitchen. They took seats across from each other and Cyril dumped the cards in his hand to shuffle them, smiling at her stern “no funny business!” She started out okay, feeling confident in her hand, especially with the way Cyril seemed to scowl at his own.

“Flush!” she crowed, putting her cards down. His eyes flicked to hers before following suit.

“I believe that’s four of a kind.”

“What?! No!” she gaped at the four sixes on the table before shaking her head.

“Beginner’s Luck, perhaps.” Cyril said with a soft laugh as he stood and walked around the table.

“Yeah yeah,” she huffed, not meeting his amused gaze as she stood. His fingers slid beneath the hem of her t-shirt and she gasped, shuddering at how cold they were. His hands skimmed her flesh as he lifted the light fabric leaving her covered in goosebumps.

“My, my.” he uttered at the sight of her red lace bra and matching garter belt. She sat down quickly, snorting as he carefully folded the garment and put it on the table next to him.

She did worse the next hand, only netting two pair while Cyril won yet again with a full house. His smile seemed a little more insidious as he undid her jeans, hooking his thumbs closer in the front than seemed necessary as he slowly pushed them down her legs. His knuckles lingered for a moment over the tops of her stockings, rubbing where the belt clipped on.

Emme tried to stamp down her arousal, wishing her nipples would stop poking so obscenely through the thin fabric of her bra. She shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together to try and alleviate her body’s need for friction down there.

“Finally!” She won the next hand with three of a kind. Cyril had only managed a single pair. His torso was cold under her hands and she pressed her palms against him harder than she intended.

“Do you want me to turn the heat up?” she asked, brows furrowed with concern.

“No. This is perfect.” She peeled the thin sweater over his head, cheeks burning at the sight of lean, toned muscle. Cyril shuffled the cards again and won the fourth hand. He knelt in front of Emme, his smile downright predatory as he teased the tops of both stockings.

“Now, does all of this count as one piece?”

“I-I’m starting to think you hustled me.” Emme whispered as he un-clipped the belt from her stockings, cold hands resting on the curve of her waist as he untied the satin bow and pulled away the belt.

“That’s quite the accusation.” He calmly stripped her stockings off, taking the time to fold the nylon and stack them on the table before folding his arms across her lap and leaning close.

“But I’m right, aren’t I.” A fingertip trailed up her belly and he tugged at the closure on the front of her bra.

“Do you want to play another hand, or do you want me to finish undressing you now?”

“Cyril...” she breathed. His lips were cold against her own, but his tongue was warm as it swept through her mouth. He cupped her breasts in his hands, thumbs rubbing over her pert nipples. Her fingers sank into the soft pale strands of his hair, slanting her lips over his.

Long fingers danced over her back, tapping her vertebrae like the keys of his piano. He pulled her against him, hand curling around the back of her head. Eventually his lips traveled down the column of her neck leaving a string of soft kisses. He nibbled her collar bone, never having been one for aggression, gently framing her face as he moved back up to her lips.

"You didn't answer my question." he murmured.

"Bed." Emme hissed. She grabbed his hand as he stood and led him to her small bedroom. Her hands reached for her bra but he batted them away, his face passive as always as he bared her breasts. Next was her underwear. He made her stand while he knelt, placing tepid kisses along her inner thighs.

Once she was naked he undressed himself much to her displeasure. He took his time, folding each item of clothing before moving on to the next. Finally he took her by the shoulders, guiding her down on the bed and standing between her open legs.

Cyril played her like she was a fine instrument. Stroking, tapping, and plucking in a way that made her moan and writhe. His fingers swirled light patterns on her breasts before lightly pinching her peaked nipples. Trailing delicately down her abdomen to tease in the crease of her thighs, so close but so far from where she wanted him. When he finally did delve into the slick folds of her sex he did it with the same confidence he had when playing La Campanella. He did it as skillfully as well; it wasn't long before she arched against him as his mouth was closed on a nipple, her walls spasming around his fingers.

"Very good." he said quietly with a chaste kiss, replacing his lips with his wet fingers and watching with a satisfied grin as she sucked them clean.

"N-nightstand-" Emme panted and he followed her quivering finger to the small dark table in the corner. There was a box of condoms in the drawer and he rolled one down his throbbing erection before returning to the bed, grabbing Emme by the hips and pulling her over the top of him.

"I do expect a pleasant performance." His voice was a dark purr as he aligned himself and thrust upward, sighing at the way her body clenched as he filled her. Emme mewled and twisted the bedding above his shoulders in her hands, feeling so very, deliciously full. She rolled her hips slowly. She wanted to enjoy the way his cock felt for as long as possible.

Every pass of her tight pussy over his cock pushed him closer to the edge and the whimsical patterns he drew over her body gradually turned to his fingers digging into her soft curves.

"How - mm - how am I doing?" she asked breathlessly, teeth tugging softly at his earlobe.

"Beautifully." He grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise, fucking up into her brutally, his orgasm fast approaching.

"Cee-Cyril you can - ah! - y-you can finish however you want!" she whimpered, breaking off with a sharp cry as his thrusts hit just the right spot.

He didn't need telling twice. He quickly rolled her beneath him, her legs around his waist as he pulled out and stripped the condom off. With a soft cry he came, spattering an opalescent web over her belly.

He chuckled softly after catching his breath, leaning down to give her lingering kiss. "Look at that. You got me to have fun."

#sshhh #posting late again I know #worth it tho #summer of smut #mr love queens choice #mr love queens choice smut #mlqc #mlqc smut #mlqc cyril #mlqc cyril smut #this was originally going to be another Helios fic but I realized at the last minute I REALLY wanted to do Cyril instead #thus #it has been posted late

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thatfanfictionchick · 4 years

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Master List: Updated 06.12.2021

The time for a cut has come!

[MLQC]

Smut (18+)

Lucien:

No More Interruptions

A Little More

Mountains or Molehills

Crime & Punishment

Victor:

1:30 Meeting

Confessions: Part 1

Confessions: Part 2

Gavin:

Before I Go

Unwind

Turnabout

Gavin x MC x Victor

Green Could Be Your Color

Oblivious

Kiro:

Dating Kiro hc

Malicious Compliance

Tell Me You Love Me

S.o.S Petting in the Pool

Kinktober: Choking

Show Me

Reunion

Helios:

Not Me

What You Want

S.o.S Popsicle Licking

S.o.S Untying a Bikini Top

S.o.S Banging on the Beach

S.o.S Skinny Dipping

While I'm Gone

"Daddy" (Helios x MC x Artemis)

Beg for it

Cyril:

S.o.S Strip Poker

ABC's of Sex

Kinktober: Temperature Play

Fluff

Lucien:

The Trick With Cherries

Victor:

A Dummy's Help

Gavin:

Not Just You

Hell Hath Mild Fury

Helios:

Pillow Talk

All:

Knight

Birdy Beatdown

Memento Mei

HC’s

Lucien laughing

Daddy Helios

MLQC Dads

MLQC Dads P.2

Other

MLQC Song List

Minor Feature

MLQC as MLP's

MLQC as Golden Girls quotes

[Obey Me!]

Smut (18+)

Mammon:

Manifesting Greed

In the Night

Growl

Don't Touch what's Mine

Leviathan:

Split

Feeling Good?

Kinktober: Hickies

Beelzebub:

Real Is Better

Royalty

[1] [2]

Bits & Pieces:

Headcanons Not Kinks

Pact-Off

Just read all the notes okay it's a goldmine

Fluff

Mammon:

Muah

Twitterpated

Leviathan:

Pact Wars

Dabbles

Leviathan:

[1] [2] [3] [4]

Beelzebub:

[1] [2] [3] [4]

Belphegor:

[1]

All:

Seasonally Horny

Other

Obey Me Song List

The Brothers as Golden Girls quotes

Marrie in Devildom 1/?

[Mystic Messenger]

Smut (18+)

707/Luciel/Saeyoung:

Kinktober [Biting]

Sexy Smackdown

Duties

Vanderwood:

Kinktober [Gloves]

Fluff

707/Luciel/Saeyoung:

Wake Up Call

707 is a Biter

Seven is a Biter, Part 2

Take a Break

Make Me

Marry Me

Drive-In Datesaster

Other

Mysme as Golden Girls quotes

Mysme Song List

[Ikemen Vampire]

Smut (18+)

Arthur:

Kinktober [Semi Public]

Fluff

Arthur:

ARTHUR

Other

Ikevamp as Golden Girls quotes part 1

[Original Writings]

Stargazing [NSFW, 18+]

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