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Proper Etiquette Chapter 2, Moving fast

Masterlist Word count: 1.5k Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family is rich. Filthy rich. So rich that they bought titles for themselves and their children. Sadly, your parents want their titles to mean something and have an arranged marriage lined up for you. You told them you’d agree to it if you were allowed to live as a “commoner” for two years and if you’d find someone you loved who would marry you, you could. Surprisingly, they agreed. Only downside is that that deal was made 18 months ago and you really do not want to go back to that life.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains swear words, talk of violence, talk of trauma, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and smoking, sex, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

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'This is insane,' you breathe out as you put your last box of things on the floor in Xavier's apartment and run your hands through your hair. You don't know what possessed you to say yes, but here you are, moving in with someone who is barely an acquaintance to you to get out of an arranged marriage.

This truly is insanity.

'I agree, it's very strange,' Xavier replies with the slightest smile. He seems to be enjoying all of this a little more than you thought he would. It's a bit daunting but very endearing at the same time.

Jeremiah had told you before about the forever virgin Xavier, who is his very best friend but also very much a lost cause when it comes to romance. Besides that, all you've heard about him is positive. Well, mostly positive. The man has some quirks, but nothing you can't handle. What you can't stop thinking about is why he would offer this.

You clap your hands together.

'Okay, so my parents are coming over in two days. We've got to make this place look like I've been living here for ages.' You take a look around. Xavier doesn't have much decor which means this'll be: 'Easy. I've got enough throw pillows to make it look like I've thrown up over this place.'

'You have a special way of talking,' he says with the slightest hint of a grin. He doesn't really show it all that much but he's been quite amused having you around these past few days whilst you were working out the details. 'I cleared out some space for your clothes in the bedroom.'

You follow him there but stop yourself at the door. Seems he put all his personality in this one room. There's a big king-sized bed with beautiful lavender covers, about five plush looking pillows, and a beige knitted blanket on top of the covers. On the floor is a fluffy light blue rug that looks as comfortable as the bed. There's a big oak wooden wardrobe in the corner and a similar looking cabinet across from the bed with a big mirror on top of it with a beautiful silver floral frame. It's beautiful.

'Thank you.' You didn't realize you said that last part out loud and feel your cheeks go bright red as Xavier smiles at you. 'I emptied the right side of the wardrobe and cabinet. Oh, and I didn't want to assume what side you want to sleep on so that's your pick. You can put your things there. Maybe put your perfume on top of the cabinet next to mine or put it in the bathroom.'

'Sounds good.'

'I'll go grab your clothes. Make yourself comfortable. I'll work on the kitchen in the meantime.' This seems too good to be true. Xavier comes into the room a few times with the boxes that are labeled clothes and then leaves you be.

As you start putting things away, you start hearing music coming from the kitchen. Curiously, you look through the door opening and see him humming along with the music as he rearranges his kitchen. Xavier is not a bad sight to behold, you decide. It's not as much as a decision as it is a blush that reappears on your face though.

That's when a few things start to dawn on you. If you are telling your parents about the two of you, there should be a story. Not only a story, but affection, nicknames, a façade of a beautiful relationship.

'Xavier, what should we tell my parents when they ask how we met?'

'We could just say we met in the flower shop. That we met when I came to drop off some things for Jeremiah.'

'And then?' You watch him turn around and you quickly return to the task at hand, pretending to be casual about the whole thing whilst there are stupid butterflies in your stomach fucking up your whole resolve.

'What do you mean?'

'Who asked out who?' You look up again and see Xavier leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking at you adoringly. Almost as if this whole thing is real.

'I asked you out after Jeremiah urged me to because I kept talking about you,' he suggests, 'it wouldn't be a complete lie.' You look at him with questions written all over your face. 'He did try to get me to ask you out. Said we'd look good together.'

'Okay, sounds good.' He nods and starts to turn away, heading back to his task. 'Why did you offer to marry me though?'

'Oh... Well... I guess you could say we are in similar situations,' he admits, 'my parents were getting desperate and have been trying to get me to go to a matchmaker. They'd be happy to hear I got married.'

'Won't they be suspicious?'

'Won't yours be?' You shrug.

'Obviously, but I've never told them about boyfriends, so they won't be too surprised.'

'I am the same. I've always been very private about these things.’ Strange, but then again, you are marrying a stranger. 'Do you have enough space for your things?'

'I'll figure it out.'

'If you need more space, just move some of my stuff. I don't have a lot, it's just very spread out.' You nod in response and he returns to the kitchen, humming along with the music again.

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The day passes in the blink of an eye. Right now it looks like you've just moved in, but if you go at the same pace tomorrow, it'll look like you've lived here for at least a few months. The evening is different though. It's quieter, a little awkward even.

Xavier and you sit on opposite sides of the couch as you watch a show. There's palpable tension that neither of you wants to admit to. You know very well what it is and Xavier knows it to. Tonight is the first night you'll share a bed together and you have not discussed what that'll look like.

After a few minutes, you decide if you go to bed first you might already be asleep when he goes to bed. So you get up, stretch, yawn, and walk past him towards the bedroom.

'Tired?' You nod. As you walk past, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. Your skin almost burns where his fingers touch your skin. 'Listen, if you're not comfortable sleeping in the bed together, I can sleep on the couch tonight.' You shake your head.

'No, it's your place. If anything, I should sleep on the couch, but it really doesn't matter. We'll be married soon, so we have to get used to it one way or another.' He nods in response.

'If you're comfortable with it, I'll join you in a bit.'

'Sounds good.'

'Just one word of warning.’ You feel yourself freeze up. What if he's a terrible snorer or has some weird bedtime ritual? You know what, scratch that. That's something you could live with.

'What is it?'

'I- Well, I tend to cling to things in my sleep.'

'What do you mean?'

'I might try to cuddle you in my sleep.'

'That's fine,' you say before you can really think about it. Truly, it wouldn't be that bad. You're very touch starved, and cuddling could be quite nice.

'Are you sure?'

'I am sure.'

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You were not sure at all, but it's too late and you're too comfortable to fight against the conflicting feelings fighting in your chest. It took less than ten minutes for Xavier to fall asleep and just another five for him to wrap himself around you as if he had done it a million times before.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

But now that the morning light falls through the curtains, it isn't as comfortable. Yes, you are incredibly comfortable in his arms, but you have to pee so bad. At the same time, you really want to stay in bed with him. You didn't think you'd get this comfortable this fast.

As gentle as you can, you slip from his arms and head into the bathroom. After flushing the toilet, you look at yourself in the mirror. This almost feels like a one-night stand. Strange house, strange bathroom, stranger in the bed.

You head back into the bedroom to find Xavier still happily snoring. You're not really all that tired anymore, but you still consider crawling back into bed if only for the comfort of his touch. Then, Xavier stirs and groans. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you standing next to the bed.

'Come back,' he murmurs, his voice low and raspy from sleep. You don't say anything; you simply slip back into bed and he wraps his arms around you like you're supposed to be there. Like this is the way it always should be. You can't say that you hate it.

It's actually quite nice.

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 days ago

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P*rn ☆ Social media posts

Masterlist Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: These are supposed to be after the video made in chapter 14. Sylus has a private account and a public account. Luke, Kieran, Tara, and Reader all have private accounts because Luke and Kieran don't have an audience on Instagram. Zayne is chronically offline and Reader made his account for him, including his username. Thank you to @marshmallowbee13 and @worshipthecrow for helping me with some feral comments <3

Warning! These social media posts are fake and do contain suggestive content. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut.

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Red_Crow: Thank you all for the love on the last video. Some people asked if I would be leaving OF because of my girlfriend. I am not. She is fully supportive of my work and excited to be my new cameraman.

illy1221: OMG! HE'S STAYING!!!!

ScarFaceLuke: Mans is whipped.

@marshmallowbee13: Need a third? Another cameraman? Sound person? Asking for a friend🥺👉👈

Tara_is_lost: Smitten much? Red_Crow: Guilty as charged...

@worshipthecrow: How sad, suck his dick for me, sis 😔��🏻 just kidding, I'm so happy for you and thanks to you girlfriend for not taking you away from us.

Kieran_is_lost: Mf, why u so tall?!

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Sylusdoesntexist: @/millennialgreyhater has found her favorite spot in our new apartment.

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Kieran_is_lost: Followed @/sylusdoesntexist's example and asked my gf @/Tara_is_lost to move in with me. She asked to take this picture after she said yes.

Millennialgreyhater: Awww, cute.

Sylusdoesntexist: Nice going!

ScarFaceLuke: Ew, romance...

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Millennialgreyhater: Art project.

Kieran_is_lost: I like it. Picasso.

Tara_is_lost: I feel like Sylus was involved in this. Millennialgreyhater: He was. Sylusdoesntexist: Loved every minute of it. Would've made 20 more if it were up to me. Millennialgreyhater: You do know you don't have to join my art projects to fondle my tits, right? Tara_is_lost: Gross.

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Millennialgreyhater: With my two fave boys. @/Sylusdoesntexist @/Znowcone

Znowcone: Thank you for the annual tag. Millennialgreyhater: No probs.

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Millennialgreyhater: Ass phat, tiddies sweet 'n sour.

Sylusdoesntexist: No pic credits? Millennialgreyhater: You told me not to tag you >:[

SappySimone: Cute <3

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ScarFaceLuke: @/Red_Crow @/Sylusdoesntexist is too fucking tall. [edited 2 minutes ago]

Tara_is_lost: ABORT! WRONG TAG! I REPEAT! WRONG TAG!

Kieran_is_lost: Wrong tag my dude. They're gonna murder you.

Millennialgreyhater: Count your days motherfckr. ScarFaceLuke: @/Sylusdoesntexist why is she scarier than you? Sylusdoesntexist: That's why I love her.

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Tara_is_lost: @/Millennialgreyhater and @/Sylusdoesntexist forgot their umbrella :(

Millennialgreyhater: I didn't mind. Wet shirts look really good on Sylus. Sylusdoesntexist: Feral woman.

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Red_Crow: Getting ready for another session with my girl. This time, she's in control. Posting at my regular time next Friday.

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Sylusdoesntexist: Moments before proposal and getting jumped by my fiancée. @/Millennialgreyhater

Tara_is_lost: No pic credit? Rude...

Millennialgreyhater: The tallest trees fall the hardest ; ) Znowcone: In more than one way. Sylusdoesntexist: Why does that sound so ominous? Znowcone: I meant love. You fell in love and you fell on the ground. Millennialgreyhater: He's teasing you Zayne.

Kieran_is_lost: How's the engaged life? Sylusdoesntexist: I fear my d*ck will not survive this day. Millennialgreyhater: Ha! Loser!

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Millennialgreyhater: I said yes <3 @/Sylusdoesntexist

Znowcone: Beautiful picture. Congrats.

Sylusdoesntexist: Thank you. Millennialgreyhater: I was hardly going to say no after tackling you.

Kieran_is_lost: OMG IT'S HAPPENING!!!! Tara_is_lost: I sure hope you're this excited when you propose to me.

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Tara_is_lost: The most beautiful bride.

Millennialgreyhater: No youuuuu~ Tara_is_lost: I will be once that man of mine finally puts a ring on it. Kieran_is_lost: Yes ma'am, working on it!

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Znowcone: Might just be the only picture I ever post and it's not even my own wedding. Thank you @/Millennialgreyhater for being my friend and involving me in the most important moments in your life. It was a true honor to be your best man. I wish you and Sylus the very best and hope I'll get to see you shine for all the years to come. Love, Zayne.

Millennialgreyhater: I love you Zayne. You're my best friend. Thank you for everything you've done for me and Sylus. You truly are my favorite person in the whole wide world.

Sylusdoesntexist: Thank you for being there for us. We owe our whole relationship to you and I will never stop being grateful for that.

Kieran_is_lost: The snowman has instagram?! Tara_is_lost: Not the moment for that babe.

ScarFaceLuke: Good picture!

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Millennialgreyhater: Married the love of my life today. We had a rocky road getting here, but we made it. @/Sylusdoesntexist, thank you so much for loving me. I promise to return that love every single day. We've got a long healing journey ahead, but I will be by your side every step of the way.

Sylusdoesntexist: My love, there is no one that could keep me away from you. You are my home, my heart, my life. I will always make the effort to be the best version of myself for you.

Kieran_is_lost: I don't think I've ever seen Sylus cry as much as he has today. Tara_is_lost: If you don't do the same when we get married, I'll get it annulled so fast it'll make your head spin. Kieran_is_lost: Yes ma'am, understood. ScarFaceLuke: Whipped.

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Sylusdoesntexist: She wanted to show off her ring, I wanted to show her off.

Millennialgreyhater: Hey Sylus? Sylusdoesntexist: Yes sweetie? Millennialgreyhater: Maybe don't expose your wife the very first day of your marriage? Sylusdoesntexist: Sweetie, as much as I love you, you can't tell me that that pose wasn't on purpose. Millennialgreyhater: ... fuck you Sylusdoesntexist: Gladly. Kieran_is_lost: NO, MY VIRGIN EYES

Tara_is_lost: You look so pretty together. (Also I apologize for my boyfriend. He will get a proper beating when we get home.) Kieran_is_lost: :'( ScarFaceLuke: You did this to yourself.

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Red_Crow: Today, I married the love of my life. I have never been this happy in all my life and I am so thankful to all of you for accepting that I have a partner. Sadly, this does mean I am going on a small hiatus. We have a honeymoon planned for a few weeks. As of right now I do not know when we'll be back because she planned it.

@marshmallowbee13: A break? Pack up the toys, girlies. It might be a while ☹️

@worshipthecrow: Have a good rest and have fun, sweetheart! 😘❤️

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@terriblesoup

@valkyyriia

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@itsizumiiii

@ludwigsb0nker

@amywright

@frenchmess23yo

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@trishiepo0

@iraot

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@sherlockstolemyname

@poptrim

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@napa-the-yappa

@sinnamon-bunn

@waowo

@mrskuran13

@minnie-min

@blue-sky336

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 days ago

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[edit 07-02-25 00:40AMS] I just realized I might have to clarify that this prompt has nothing to do with the Proper Etiquette story I'm writing rn.

#lads fanfic #lads #lnds fanfic #lnds #l&ds fanfic #l&ds

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 4 days ago

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Is there anyone from the taglist who would mind me using their username for the next chapter? It's all social media posts so I might use your name for some feral comments.

Volunteers are also welcome. Shoot a comment and I'll send you a message with a prompt to react to.

P*rn ☆ Chapter 14, Silence after the storm

Masterlist Word count: 1.7 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: Homestretch baby! Just the epilogue left. Thank ya'll for reading this story, thank you so much for all the wonderful comments. I love you all so fucking much <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of domestic abuse, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut.

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'As much as I love that you stood up for yourself. You can't just go around punching your ex square in the jaw.' Sylus looks like a kicked puppy sitting on the bench behind bars. His looks already tells you that he knows, he just doesn't want to admit it. 'Anyway, Zayne is paying your bail.'

'You shouldn't let him do that.'

'Sylus, baby, I love you, but you know I have no control over that man. He was already filling in the paperwork by the time I fully understood what happened.' As if on que, an officer walks over and unlocks the cell door.

'Alright, get out,' he grumbles as he gestures for Sylus to make haste, 'your bail is paid and from what I can tell, that woman isn't pressing charges.'

'Good, then can I press charges,' Sylus questions the man as he walks out of the cell. That surprises the officer.

'What for?'

'Did you watch the security footage?' The officer shakes his head. 'She attacked me first and I have it on file that she has attacked me before. I want to press charges and file for a restraining order.'

'O-okay,' the officer stutters, 'follow me.' Sylus takes your hand and drags you along. You feel like you're gleaming. You've never been prouder of anyone in your whole dang life. It is so inexplicably hot to see him take his power back like this.

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The drive home was tense. Incredibly so. It might've had something to do with Sylus’ hand between your thighs while he was driving your car, or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact you told him he could do anything to you when you got home. You know, as a treat for being such a brave boy.

By the time you got home, you were dripping wet and the tent in Sylus pants was undeniable. That's when he asked it.

'You said I could do anything to you. Would you suck me off on camera?'

'To post?'

'Yes,' he answered quickly, a sly smirk on his lips as he took your jaw in his hand, 'you face doesn't have to be in it, but I want to show people how happy you make me. And maybe to claim you a little.'

“Be still my beating vagina.”

And now you are on your knees in front of Sylus. The whole thing looks an awful lot like the video he made when he first met you.

Sylus on the edge of his bed, phone on the dresser recording, him fully clothed but some loose buttons on his shirt and his dick out of his pants. Only this time his head is in frame and only the top of your head is in it. Feels like a very strange full circle moment.

'Take your shirt off for me, sweetie.' His voice is a rumbling command, which you had expected. He portrays himself much more dominant than he actually is, yet you can't help but give him the brattiest look you can muster up. He smirks and runs a hand through your hair, grabbing it tightly in the back and lifting a little. You quickly move with his motion as he tilts your had back. 'Are you gonna play nice for me?'

Shit, that's so fucking hot. You nod as frantically as you can with his hand holding your hair. Since you didn't really want your likeness on the internet in this way, you agreed you wouldn't have to speak.

He lets go of your hair and you sit back on your heels. His eyes never leave yours whiles you take your shirt off. 'Loose the bra.' You do as he says. 'Good girl.' This experience is already mouth and pussy wateringly good. You sincerely hope he'll take this role more often if you ask him to.

'Well, what are you waiting for?' And even in this role, he tells you he's consenting but giving you all the power and looking at you expectantly to see your answer. It is the hottest thing and makes your stomach tingle.

You move your mouth to his tip and press a kiss on top. He physically shudders, but tries to hide it a little. Then, you lick a stripe on the underside of his dick from the base to the tip, licking up his precum. He groans and puts his hand in your hair again.

'Are you teasing me?' You don't answer, don't nod, you just bat your eyes at him looking oh so innocent. Before he can say anything else, you blow on his tip. The air out of your mouth feels razor sharp over his moist dick. Surprised, he lets out a whine, and then he looks back at you with fire in his eyes, daring you to do something else, screaming: "Try me."

And you do. You move to his lower stomach, just next to his V-line, and bite down. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to elicit a hiss from him. In response, he pulls your head back, grabs your jaw with his other hand and forces it open.

'That's enough, sweetie,' he states, 'choke on it.' Once again, there's a hint of question in his lust blown eyes. When you nod the slightest bit, he pushes you down on his cock, hitting the back of your throat in one swift movement. He holds you there for a while, still searching your eyes for any sign of wanting to back out. Instead, you try to force him down a little further until you feel yourself start to gag and his dick start to twitch.

That's when he pulls you off. You take one look at him and know that he is already close. His ears and cheeks are bright red, pupils blown, breathing heavy. 'Go ahead, sweetie. You know what to do.' You nod again and slide one hand up to his chest, the other wrapped around the length that doesn't fit in your mouth as you start to set a steady pace.

He takes the hand on his chest and presses a kiss to your fingertips. Strings of moans and groans start to fill the room as you tether him closer and closer to the edge. 'Come on sweetie, I'm almost there,' he whines, desperately chasing his release.

You hollow out your cheeks and grab the hand in your hair with the hand that was around the base of his dick. He looks down at you questioningly, but quickly gets what you're getting at.

"Use me."

He starts bucking his hips into your mouth, forcing your head against him until you're almost swallowing him. It's a beautiful sight, slightly blurred by the tears stinging in your eyes. It takes mere seconds for him to fall over the edge. He pulls out of your mouth, but you hold it open, ready to take his release.

'Shit, that's hot,' he comments quietly as you take all of his seed and swallow it. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, he leans down again and meets your lips in a passionate kiss. 'Thank you,' he breathes against your lips. His arm moves past you to stop the recording. Then, he guides you to come sit on his lap. 'Do you want aftercare or do you want more?'

'Sylus,' you croak, not realizing the damage you've just done to your throat, 'that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You're crazy if you think I want to stop here. Do you want aftercare?’

'Why would I want aftercare?'

'Because you just forced your dick down my throat for the first time and I can imagine you might feel a little bit bad after that.' He smiles and pulls you against him, strong arms engulfing your body.

'The only aftercare I need is returning the favor,' he whispers in your ear.

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"Returning the favor" he said. Yeah, because one orgasm is synonymous with five. Four from his tongue and the last one with his dick. If you were croaking after that blowjob, you were surely croaking after all that. Sylus is not completely dominant, but if he were he'd be a fucking pleasure dom for damn sure. That man enjoys your orgasms more than you do.

It's deep in the night, you are both spend. Sylus has his head on your shoulder, limbs entangled with yours as you run your hand through his hair and occasionally press kisses on his head and forehead. Soft conversation flows freely, waiting for either of you to fall asleep while both being too wired from the activities.

'Does the "do anything to you" still count,' Sylus asks out of nowhere. You can tell there's something on his mind that he's been wrecking his brain over.

'Depends.'

'On?'

'What you're about to say.' He takes a moment to consider what he's going to say and how he's going to say it. His arms tighten around your body, pulling you closer to him. Whatever he wants to discuss is something he is quite nervous about.

'With all the steps I'm trying to take, I realized I forgot about one thing,' he starts. His mumblings soft, barely audible.

'What's that?'

'I realized I never asked you to move in with me.' The world stops for a second, Sylus’ heart beats out of his chest waiting for you to respond. Only for you to start giggling. He's confused, hurt. Is this rejection?

'So you're going to make me move in with you?' He chuckles, understanding the humor in the situation. It's almost like a slap in the face. He was so sleep drunk that he almost forgot he started this conversation with the "do anything to you" line.

The giggling dies down and you feel his hands caress the naked skin of your body, desperately awaiting your reply. 'Sylus, my apartment is basically a storage unit at this point. I'm already living with you. But, if you don't mind moving again, I'd like a place that's a little bigger if you are sure about this.'

'I would move anywhere for you. I'll adapt to any place if you're there with me.'

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@carmelves

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@valkyyriia

@fvcknwww

@itsizumiiii

@ludwigsb0nker

@amywright

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@deathkat657

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@trishiepo0

@iraot

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@napa-the-yappa

@sinnamon-bunn

@waowo

@mrskuran13

@minnie-min

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P*rn ☆ Chapter 14, Silence after the storm

Masterlist Word count: 1.7 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: Homestretch baby! Just the epilogue left. Thank ya'll for reading this story, thank you so much for all the wonderful comments. I love you all so fucking much <3

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'You shouldn't let him do that.'

'Alright, get out,' he grumbles as he gestures for Sylus to make haste, 'your bail is paid and from what I can tell, that woman isn't pressing charges.'

'Good, then can I press charges,' Sylus questions the man as he walks out of the cell. That surprises the officer.

'What for?'

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By the time you got home, you were dripping wet and the tent in Sylus pants was undeniable. That's when he asked it.

'You said I could do anything to you. Would you suck me off on camera?'

'To post?'

“Be still my beating vagina.”

And now you are on your knees in front of Sylus. The whole thing looks an awful lot like the video he made when he first met you.

You hollow out your cheeks and grab the hand in your hair with the hand that was around the base of his dick. He looks down at you questioningly, but quickly gets what you're getting at.

"Use me."

'Sylus,' you croak, not realizing the damage you've just done to your throat, 'that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You're crazy if you think I want to stop here. Do you want aftercare?’

'Why would I want aftercare?'

'The only aftercare I need is returning the favor,' he whispers in your ear.

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'Does the "do anything to you" still count,' Sylus asks out of nowhere. You can tell there's something on his mind that he's been wrecking his brain over.

'Depends.'

'On?'

'With all the steps I'm trying to take, I realized I forgot about one thing,' he starts. His mumblings soft, barely audible.

'What's that?'

'I would move anywhere for you. I'll adapt to any place if you're there with me.'

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Proper Etiquette Chapter 1, Whine and dine

Masterlist Word count: 1.3k Xavier x Fem!Reader

Author's note: Welcome to a new story! This one is about Xavier. I wanted to get the first chapter out there, but the next chapter is coming after I've finished my Sylus fic. Hope ya'll like it <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains swear words, talk of violence, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and smoking, sex, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

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'Can you at least pretend to have fun?'

Your friend, Jeremiah, is getting increasingly annoyed at your sour face. Completely understandable of course. You two are in public, having dinner together. People might misunderstand and think you are here against your will.

'I'm sorry,' you say, sitting up a little straighter, 'I'm just a bit down in the dumps.'

'Yeah, well, being down in the dumps isn't going to get you a husband,' Jeremiah snaps back. Your eyes widen at his cruel words. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. 'Sorry, I didn't mean that. It's just-'

'It's been a long week. I know,' you finish his sentence, trying to calm your nerves. Jeremiah is the only one who knows about your whole ordeal. You told it to him one drunken night whilst you two were watching a movie.

What is your whole ordeal? Well, buckle up.

Your parents came into money after your grandparents died and became completely blinded by the wealth. Apparently, your grandparents had quite the nest egg they were hiding. Probably for this exact reason. All that aside, your father is a smart man and managed to turn their fair bit of wealth into a grand bit of wealth.

That only fed their delusions of grandeur. They started considering themselves high society while, just a few years ago, all of you were pinching pennies to go out for a birthday dinner. Now, they felt like they deserved titles and bought one for themselves, for your sister, and for you despite your disagreement.

Eventually, it still wasn't enough. No, they wanted real titles, real wealth, real respect. Your older sister has been married for a while, but they saw an opportunity with you. They started arranging a marriage for you with some member of high society. You couldn't care less. As a counter, you proposed a deal.

You get to live as a "commoner" for two years before the arranged marriage. Just so you can "feel how the real world is." Or at least, that's how you sold it to your parents. You added that you would also like to have the chance to find real love and that you would like to be allowed to marry someone if you found your true love in those two years.

Your dad, ever the romantic, agreed and convinced your mother to agree as well. They moved you into an apartment, gave you a monthly allowance to assure you'd be comfortable, and left you to your own devices.

A month in, you met Jeremiah at his flower shop. He was looking for help and you applied. You have been close friends ever since.

'I swear, once wedding season is over, I am closing the store for a whole month,' he groans, 'we both need a break.' You reach over the table and take his hand. He looks up at your teary eyes as his mouth forms an "o" shape. Wedding season is usually the whole of the summer. Things usually slow down in September before picking up the next month again for fall weddings.

However, it is the first day of May. You will be gone the first of September. Back to your rich life to marry some lord or prince or whatever your parents have picked out.

'Maybe we should go over that escape plan again,' you joke, trying hard to smile and thinking back to that same drunken night you told him. The two of you planned out an elaborate escape for you that wasn't at all logical when you looked back on it the next day.

'We really should,' he agrees and reaches to the bottle of wine you're sharing with his free hand to top off your wine. Before he can, you pull your glass away.

'I shouldn't drink too much,' you note, 'I'm opening the store tomorrow.'

'Right, it's your weekend.' Jeremiah almost looks defeated as he pulls his hand away and pours the last bit of wine into his own glass. When you started working for him, you agreed on a schedule that allowed either of you to have one weekend to sleep in. The store is closed on Sunday and Monday so it's only the Friday and Saturday.

There's a pregnant silence between the both of you. A million questions yet to be asked. Too many for right now, too many to ask before you have to leave. You watch as Jeremiah meets you eyes again with a twinkle in his that you have seen before.

'No Jeremiah, you can't marry me.' He frowns.

'Why not? We could be happy together.'

'Oh yeah? And what would your boyfriend think about it?' He rolls his eyes.

'He'd understand. Besides-'

'No. Jeremiah, I couldn't do that to you. Anyway, we can keep being friends. It's not as if I'll disappear from the face of the earth in September.'

'I know. I just want you to be happy.' You take his hand in yours again.

'I'll be fine. I promise. Now let's go home and watch some trash TV.'

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Jeremiah: "Btw, my friend Xavier is coming by to drop off some stuff. Forgot it was your weekend."

You roll your eyes. Typical Jeremiah. The man can't remember things to save his life. It doesn't matter though; Xavier is not much of a nuisance. In fact, you sometimes wonder if he's a mute. The man refuses to speak more than three sentences to you.

Just as you put your phone away, you see him walking in carrying a cardboard box looking as handsome as he always does dressed in that white leather jacket of his. He looks a little surprised to see you instead of Jeremiah. Still, you greet him warmly.

'Hey, Jeremiah told me you'd be dropping off some stuff for him?'

'Right. Shall I leave it in his office?'

'Sure, I'll unlock it for you.' He follows behind you like a puppy as you walk to the office. He's been here a million times before and knows the way. You probably could give him the key and let him do his thing, but you feel you don't know him well enough for that.

However, something strange happens. Something that has never happened before between the two of you. Small talk. Not just any small talk. Small talk that he starts.

'Jeremiah told me you're moving soon.'

'That's right. I'm moving back with my parents.'

'Why?' You open the door for him, and he walks past you. The look on his face is neutral, but there's a curious twinkle in his eyes as he puts the box down on Jeremiah's desk. Everything suddenly feels unreal in the messy office. The dark hardwood furniture suddenly doesn't seem as dark anymore. The piles of files don't seem as high anymore. The chaos doesn't feel as present anymore.

For some strange reason, it's just you and Xavier and the dust particles flying through streaks of sunlight, and it almost feels magical. Like a scene out of a movie.

'Did Jeremiah tell you anything about my situation?' He shakes his head. You take a second to consider the consequences of telling him and quickly decide it doesn't matter anymore. 'I had a deal with them that I would try and find love in two years, otherwise they'd arrange a marriage for me.' He frowns and walks around the desk, leaning against it with his arms crossed. Now there is no barrier between the two of you and you suddenly realize how close you are.

'What for?'

You shrug: 'Greed.'

He nods and looks you over for a few seconds from his spot on Jeremiah's desk. Almost as if he's weighing his options. And then he says the most out of pocket thing you've ever heard.

'I could marry you.'

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 6 days ago

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I keep seeing these Sylus edits to the song Older...

Sylus is 28, I am 26... Yes he is older, but that's not the kind of older the song refers to. Am I that old?

#Spotify

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 6 days ago

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P*rn ☆ Chapter 13, The great escape

Masterlist Word count: 1.7 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: Sorry this took a long time and it isn't even that great. Life has been overwhelming and I got sick. I hope ya'll enjoy it anyway. <3 Edit: I also added the playlist that I've been writing this fic on.

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'Sylus?' He groans, groggy and sleep drunk. His whole body hurts and yet he has never felt more rested. A gentle hand strokes his back as he slowly regains consciousness.

'Sylus?' The voice is a little louder now, ever so slightly annoyed but the adoration is overwhelming. He groans again in response, his voice still raspy from sleep.

'Sylus, you're crushing me.' His eyes flutter open to the most angelic picture he has ever seen. The one he loves, bathed in morning light on his couch. He is fully on top of you, his head on your shoulder, almost all of his body on top of yours. Though it is a pretty picture, he notices your discomfort and scoots off, groaning again when he notices a tight muscle in his back whine in pain.

'Did we fall asleep?'

'We did.' No sassy comeback this time. He looks back up at you again, checking if it's truly you here with him. It is. Thank God it is.

'You are a saint for letting me sleep like that.' Your chuckle sounds like a choir of angels singing in his ear.

'It's not like I could move.' He presses a kiss on your neck.

'Still.' You look down at him, the same love drunk expression he has reflected in your eyes, as your hands gently run through his hair. 'Are you sore?'

'Very,' you laugh. 'And you?'

'Could be worse,' he shrugs. 'How about I make you breakfast to make up for it?' The biggest, most genuine smile spreads on your face.

'Yeah, I could go for that.'

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'What comes next?'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean, I have been your girlfriend for a few days now and I know about everything. So, what steps are we taking to help you heal? Is there anything I can do for you?'

'Beat the shit out of her? I don't know.'

'Done. I'll be ba-' Sylus arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest as you try to leave. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and you can't hold your giggles from his hair tickling your neck. 'Sy, Sylus, please- Please let me- Omg I can't breathe. My cheeks hurt.' His hands join the party, tickling your mercilessly. 'Oh, shit, no, don't. Please Sy- Don't. Let go!'

'Let go? Are you sure, sweetie?' He stops his tickling, hands resting on your waist as he lifts his head and looks down at you. You look back up at him with the biggest eyes, like you're looking at the entire galaxy. 'Why are you looking at me like that?'

'You called me sweetie.' And it clicks. He realizes he hasn't called you that since the dinner with Zayne. It feels light years ago now, as if it were a different life. He can almost feel himself panic again, but this time with the knowledge that he almost fumbled all of this. 'I like when you call me that,' you add with the biggest smile.

'Then I'll keep calling you that.'

'Do me one more favor please.'

'Anything.'

'Call the phycologist Zayne referred you to.' He tenses up for a second, but it's just a second. The idea of talking to someone about it is not all that daunting anymore. If anything, he feels like it could be good for him. Which is strange, because he never really cared about his own mental health all that much.

'I will.' He seals it with a kiss to your forehead. It's baby steps, but you are moving forward together. It's a small moment of peace, of understanding, and of trust between the both of you. Something no one can take away from either of you as you search each other's eyes for any hint of regret or fear. The trust still has to be build up again, but the love you see in Sylus’ eyes is true. Truer than you've ever seen before. It puts you at ease.

Suddenly your phone rings. It breaks the comfortable silence and reintroduces the goofy mood you were both in a minute ago. Sylus takes it out of your back pocket and hands it to you with a love drunk smile. You giggle at his stupidly sweet act of service and look down at your phone screen. 'Oh shit, Zayne is here.'

'Zayne?'

'He wanted to come over and see my new apartment.'

'Wait, you haven't been over there at all this week.'

'I know,' you groan, 'shoot.' You pick up the phone and start walking towards the door to get your shoes on. 'Hey Zayne.'

"Hey, I rung your doorbell, but you didn't answer."

'That's because I'm at Sylus’ place,' you answer as you clumsily try to put your shoes on. Sylus moves in front of you and kneels at your feet, his gentle hands helping you slip into your shoes as you rest one hand on his shoulder for stability.

"Sylus? When did you get in contact again?"

'Few days ago.' You look down at him as he ties your shoelaces. It almost seems too good to be true. Your man, the one you almost lost, at your feet looking up at you like you're the god he prays to. It makes your heart melt.

"Is his place close to yours or do I have to pick you up?"

'Actually, he lives across the hall.' It stays silent on his side of the line for a little while as Sylus gets back up. He looks at you with an amused smile.

"You are actually kidding, right?"

'Nope.' You reach out for Sylus’ face and rub his cheek with your thumb. Gently, he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the palm before pulling you close to him, guiding your hand behind his neck. His hands slide to your waist, eyes looking at your expectantly.

"Alright. Well. I'm in front of the building. Can you let me in?"

'Yes, give me one second. I'll come down.' As soon as you hang up, his lips are on yours. Giggling, you push him off. 'Sylus, stop.' He continues pressing kisses all over your face. 'Sylus, I've got to go get Zayne.'

'You really don't.'

'I do,' you squeal when he presses a kiss on the tip of your nose. 'Sylus! I'll have all the time in the world for you when he leaves.'

'Who said you're ever leaving?'

'I am,' you laugh and push against his chest. He sighs dramatically and lets go of you.

'Fine. Text me when you're free?' You nod and step out the door, only realizing then that your whole life is behind the door you just closed. Sure, your own furniture is still across the hall, but your toiletries, your clothes, your essentials, they're all at Sylus’ place. It's only been a few days, but at this point you're basically living with him.

You are so down bad for this man, but that's nothing new to you.

It feels as if you're floating on a pink cloud on your way to open the door for Zayne. From he curious look you can tell he sees it too. He has half a mind to rip the rose colored glasses from your face, but he likes seeing you happy. And despite everything, he knows that Sylus is a good one.

He pulls you into a hug and you melt into him. Though you trust Sylus with your life and your heart, there are certain things that you don't tell him. Like how broken you were when he left you.

But Zayne knows and this hug is as much for him as it is for you. Seeing you cry the way you did back then cracked his heart a little. Those wounds still haven't healed and he's hesitant to see you back with Sylus so soon. Yet, he knows your heart yearns for nothing but him.

It's a bitter pill to swallow, but you would quite literally do anything for this man you barely know. Zayne is fine with that, as long as you keep him informed.

'Let's head inside,' he suggests, loosening his grip on you ever so slightly. You nod against his shoulder and drop your arms, but your hand still rests on his forearm as you guide him to the elevator.

'Just so you know, I've been staying at Sylus’ place. Nothing is done.'

'Don't you have to go back to work next Monday?'

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'Are you ever going to unpack these boxes,' Zayne teases you as you sit on the couch together. Most of your furniture and things are still boxed up even though two months have passed. Your apartment has become more of a hangout spot over an actual apartment.

You look around, almost feeling like a stranger in your own home. 'I don't think I'm going to actually live here.'

'As in?'

'I like living with Sylus and he hasn't evicted me yet,' you blabber, surprising yourself and Zayne. It's a long way from the feral, touch starved person you were only a few months ago. He prefers you like this. He prefers you happy.

But things can never stay happy long.

Rapid knocking on your door pulls you both out of the comfortable lul you found yourself in. You rush to the door and pull it open to see Luke and Kieran panting in front of your door. 'What the hell is going on?'

'Sylus- Fight- Police-,' they gasp out between breaths. No more has to be said. You grab your coat and call for Zayne to follow you. Luke and Kieran are guided into Sylus’ apartment that you unlocked with your key, then you and Zayne are outside. For once, you are taking your car. Normally, Zayne drives you around but if this was a bad fight you don't want blood in his car.

You're barely pulled out of the carpark underneath the apartment building when your phone rings and Sylus’ name flashes on your screen. Zayne quickly connects your phone with your car's Bluetooth and answers the call for you.

'Sylus,' you call out more frantic than you'd like to.

“Hey sweetie...”

'The twins came over.'

"I know. I send them." That gives you absolutely nothing to work with and kind of sets you off. He should know by now that he can tell you anything. On the other hand, you should know that it's hard for him to rely on someone. Knowing that he called you, that he send for you, should make you the proudest person alive. It's really hard to feel that way when you don't know what's going on though.

'Do tell me more.'

"I fucked up."

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 10 days ago

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For everyone that is waiting for an update on the P*rn ☆ fic:

I'll probably post next week. For some reason, my life got extremely busy these past few days and I have been unable to write. With a bit of luck I'll be up by Sunday.

Hope you guys have a good rest of your week and a fun weekend <3

[edit 30-01-25, 18:43 CET] Fun story, I also got sick. I'm having so much fun.

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I am never doing these again :'(

It was a close call though

We're doing this again now that Caleb is here and I every so slightly changed my MC.

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 14 days ago

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The little things

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My headcanons about the Lads boys. I will keep updating this if I find things to add. Suggestions are welcome! Last update: 04-02-2025

Ever so slightly nsfw, so don't read if ur under 18.

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Zayne

Secretly tracks your period and changes your diet with your cycle to make sure you suffer as little as possible. (But does let you indulge in chocolate on your period even though it might worsen the cramps.)

Does not care for your pranks but appreciates you feeling comfortable enough to prank him.

Enjoys foreplay almost more than the actual act. He likes to watch you climb onto his lap, likes feeling you touch any part of uncovered skin, likes kissing you until you can't breathe anymore.

Has extras of almost all the products you use stashed. This includes shower gel, makeup, perfume, and sometimes snacks but those run out quite quickly.

Reads a lot of romance books in his free time.

Really, really, really likes your hands. Will spend hours studying your fingers, massaging your palm, kissing your knuckles. Never gets bored of it.

Will (and has, but only for a minute to drive the point home) tie you to the bed if you refuse to rest while sick.

Loves blow drying your hair after you shower.

Likes matching his tie or watch or whatever accessory he wears to whatever you are wearing.

Doesn't really do PDA but has his hand on the small of your back whenever you are walking around. Sometimes, when he's feeling bold, he'll hook his pinky onto yours as his way of hand holding.

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Xavier

Pretends to take cover when he sees you almost sneezing.

Likes doing your laundry. To him, it is a very small way to show you he cares. Leaves everything folded and sorted in piles of shirts, dresses, pants, etc, on your bed for you to put away. (Every once in a while a pair of panties will go missing though.)

Will try to absolutely smother himself between your thighs. Has asked you to squeeze his head like a watermelon on more than one occasion.

Favorite sleeping position is on top of you while you're reading on the couch with his head on your chest and your hand scratching his head.

Is actually a pretty ok cook. He just like watching you cook so sometimes he burns things on purpose. Just to convince you to cook for him. (How else would he have survived for so long?)

Needs to always have his hands on you in one way or another. If it's inappropriate to hold your hand, he'll grab the hem of your shirt or something.

Scowls at any men trying to talk to you.

Loves listening to you yapp. It's soothing to him, but he'll never fall asleep during it. He's always an active listener. Unless he asks you to tell him gossip until he falls asleep.

Leaves marks during any makeout session or sex, whispers "Mine" against your skin after every mark.

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Rafayel

Takes note of your morning ritual and "secretly" helps you when you have a bad morning by handing you your toothbrush, having your breakfast ready for you, or getting you a glass of water before you can even think about taking your meds.

Likes to paint your back when you lay naked on the bed. Sometimes it's something truly impressive, other times he does silly doodles.

Sometimes accidentally gets annoyed for real when he pretends to because he gets into it too much.

Is a munch. Like, you cannot get him to stop until he's had his fill. Besides your safeword, there is absolutely no way to keep him from ravishing you.

Is completely enamored with lipstick kisses. Loves the way they look on his skin and even more on yours. Has put on lipstick for that reason more than once. Sometimes takes pictures of his work after with your consent and has used them as references for paintings.

Will take any chance given to him to stare at your boobs or touch your boobs. At this point, you can't really care anymore. It's just part of your day.

Likes when you allow him to pick your outfits. He always wants his muse to look their best.

Loves helping you put your makeup on. Is watching YouTube tutorials to get better at it. Wants to be your personal MUA.

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Sylus

Likes working out, but likes it even more if you're watching. You don't have to join. It just boosts his confidence to see you salivating over him while pretending to be busy on your phone.

Adores having you on top in any situation. Sitting on his lap, cuddling, sex. He just enjoys watching you on top of him.

Is secretly a great mixologist and absolutely loves making drinks for you. Will make syrups and juices from scratch. Bonus points if you don't drink alcohol because now he has a new way to impress you. (Cause most alcohol free "liquors" are absolutely shit.)

Absolutely loves marking you in places no one can see when you're wearing clothes. He likes the privacy and possessive nature of it. Knowing that you are completely his while no one else knows.

Makes sure you are holding him properly when riding on the back of his motorcycle. Enjoys it when you let your hands roam over his body while he drives.

Has been taking note of your opinions on his clothes, his furniture, the food he makes, and makes changes to assure your comfort without making you feel like you're asking too much of him.

Gets on his knees to help you put your shoes on. Loves it when you put your hand on his shoulder to keep balanced.

When you can't reach something, he will move behind you, press his body against yours (sometimes even grind against you), put his hand on your hip, and reach out to grab it for you.

Always smells clean for some reason. Even after a gunfight, a fistfight, a boxing match. Never the faintest smell of sweat on him.

Lets you do anything on your own, but is always close enough to step in if you ever need help.

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Caleb

Absolutely despises milk. Isn't lactose intolerant, just does not like it at all.

Told you he can't always wear his chain because of certain missions but in reality the chain sometimes itches and he just needs a break. Will wear it while he sleeps though.

Power bottom.

Will never agree with you on where to eat. Does always end up taking you to a place you will like.

Has a weird obsession with your shoulders. Tries to always be touching them. Either by putting his head on your shoulder, his arm around you, kissing them. Whatever he has to do to get close to your shoulders.

Cringes at his own words very often and secretly wishes he could be as carefree with you as he was before the accident.

Would cover your neck in hickeys because he likes showing off that you are his.

Needs to be holding you when he sleeps because he's always scared he'll lose you again.

Rests his hand on your thigh under the table and squeezes when someone else tries to get your attention.

Dominates conversations but always listens to you when you speak.

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P*rn ☆ Chapter 12, Vegetables and longing

Masterlist Word count: 2.7 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: It wouldn't be a fanfic without the weirdest of coincidences. I hope I can fix all of your hearts a little with this one.

Mature content under the cut.

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Seems "time flies when you're having fun" also goes the other way around. The apartment you lived in for so many years now doesn't feel like home anymore, the new next-door neighbor is a slob and a sleezebag that has been hitting on you from the first time he saw you, Zayne is too far away to help you heal your heart. Time seems to have come to a complete stop.

You need a change. A big one. One that takes your mind off Sylus. So you asked Rafayel if he owned different buildings in town and if he had a vacant apartment that costs about the same as the one you have right now, and he did.

It's on the other side of town where it's quieter. There's more families living there because it's closer to the schools, but your commute is practically the same. It takes you about five minutes more to get to work. What you liked most about the apartment is that you look out over a park.

So you signed the lease and have two weeks off to decorate your new place. Since you work as an interior decorator, your boss totally understood having to take a lot of time off. She had seen you struggle to focus the past few weeks and figured some change would do you good as well. She approved your request for time off without a single question.

And here you sit, in your new apartment in a new part of town, on the bedroom floor after putting your new bedframe together with tears in your eyes. The complete revamp of your apartment and your things made you realize how down bad you were for Sylus. All the decor you choose incorporates something of his vibe.

There's a box in the living room that has a bar cart in it, you replaced the white IKEA dresser that you had for a beautiful second hand dark wooden one with stunning woodcarving on the sides, you painted your bedroom wall a dark deep blue that looks like it feels like velvet. There's traces of him in your life and you've only known him for such a short time.

"Whatever," you decide, "now is no time to cry. I still have to get groceries."

You reach into the box of clothes next to you and pull out the first item that feels like a sweater. It seems life wants you to cry today. The sweater you pull out is his. It's a black to brown knit sweater with a V-neck. You pull the sweater to your face and breathe in the traces of his smell. It's warm, overwhelming, familiar, with the slightest trace of cigarette smoke lingering on it.

"Whatever," you decide once more, "at least I'll be comfortable." So you put it on and look down to see the fabric go halfway down your thigh. It almost makes you cry because it reminds you of the time he gave it to you. You had slept over at his place, but while you two were making breakfast he accidentally spilled orange juice all over you. While you had said you could easily go home and change, he was adamant that you'd stay. Then he gave you that sweater and washed your clothes for you. He didn't have to do that, you had a washing machine too, but it was the kindness of it. The thoughtfulness.

You fold the sleeves a few times so you can use your hands and head out, trying not to think about Sylus too much. Lucky for you, you can do your grocery shopping just around the corner. Another perk of this new apartment. It's a small grocery store, but big enough for right now. You just want something you can make for dinner, something for breakfast, some soda, and maybe some snacks if they have ones that you like.

With a basket in hand, you scan the isle with instant meals. You really have nothing left in the tank to cook dinner. All those near crying episodes today have you totally drained. You take a step back as you scan over the isle and bump into someone.

'Oh, sorry.' You turn to show the person a polite smile and suddenly the whole world stops. Your heart is beating out of your chest, your jaw is on the floor, your free hand is reaching out. 'Sylus?'

He looks just as shocked at you, but there's more to it. He looks absolutely terrible, as if he hasn't slept since you last saw him. But there's a twinkle in his eye when he looks at you, a certain king of longing that you saw when you looked at him a few weeks back. Only it has dwindled, as if someone has put some foggy glass between the two of you.

You have a thousand things to say. In fairness, you want to scream at him for leaving you behind. At the same time, you want to embrace him so tight that it squeezes all the air out of his lungs. You want to tell him how much you suffered these past weeks, how mean he was for leaving without a word, scream that he owes you an apology... but you can't.

Because someone deep inside you, you know that it wasn't fully his decision to leave. At first you had thought that he just had some normal problems, but after the trip it seemed they were much bigger than you expected. Though you still do not know what they are, you know that they're a lot. Zayne has made that much clear to you.

And so all you say is: 'I missed you.'

A tear slips onto his cheek as he looks you up and down, wearing his sweater, looking as tired as he is and yet so happy to see him. Still, there is conflict in your eyes as there is in his. Though it seems all that melts like snow in the burning sun when he feels your fingertips on the back of his hand.

As if possessed, he puts down the shopping basket he was holding, kneels on one knee, and wraps his arms around you. Your own shopping basket drops from your hands as you pull him into you, burying your face in the crook of his neck. It feels like fireworks in your chest, like the weight of the world has just dropped from your shoulders, like, like, like...

Like home. It feels like home.

'I've missed you too. I've missed you more than you can imagine. I thought this was the solution, but it isn't,' he whispers, trying so hard to keep his sobs in his chest.

'I don't want to push you, but I live around the corner now if you want somewhere private to talk.' He pulls back from the embrace and looks you in the eyes.

'You moved?' You nod in reply.

'It didn't feel the same without you.' He gets up very suddenly.

'Yes. Let's go. I'm ready to talk.' You smile and take his hand.

'That might just be the sexiest thing you have ever told me.'

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'You are kidding, right?'

Sylus and you are stood in front of the building you moved into. He looks absolutely dumbfounded. There is only one question you can think of to ask.

'Did you move here too?' He looks down at you with his mouth ever so slightly open and nods. Now you both look dumbfounded. What are the odds of that? One in a bazillion?

'Which floor are you on,' Sylus asks as he starts walking into the building. You quickly catch up with him and slip through the door he holds open for you.

'Fifth.' A breathy laugh escapes him and you look back up at him again. 'Don't tell me you're also on the fifth floor.' He doesn't need to say anything for you to understand that he is, in fact, also living on the fifth floor. 'I'm in 5E.' It takes all of him to not burst out laughing.

'5F.'

'You have got to be kidding me. I swear I'm not stalking you,' you quickly tell him, placing your hand on his forearm.

'It's fine.' He presses the elevator call button and the door slides open right away. As you walk in together, he presses the button for the fifth floor as you bite your lip. He looks at you curiously, wondering what you're going to ask.

'Maybe it'd be better if we go to your place,' you suggest very carefully, 'my place is still a mess. I don't even have a couch yet.'

'You don't have- You didn't bring your stuff from your last apartment?'

'No, I wanted to redo the whole thing.'

'Alright.'

Everything feels so normal, as if you're the couple you were before just heading home after a day out together. It's familiar and nice. You don't ever want to let go of this feeling again but there's this nagging feeling in your chest. If it took him this long to be ready to talk, will this change your relationship forever? Right now it feels like you've just picked up where you left off, and you do fear he'll run off again. Though it does seem the strings of faith are pushing you together.

'Are you still with me?' His voice snaps you out of your trance. You realize you're already halfway through taking your shoes off in the hallway of his place. You dully remember passing your place and chuckling with him that you're only a door away once again.

'Sorry, got lost in thoughts for a second.' He nods and you can tell he's getting a bit nervous about having this talk with you. As if it's second nature, you reach out to hold his hand. 'Nothing you tell me will be able to change my feelings for you. I've told you before.'

'But I ran away from you,' he says in a soft voice, 'I didn't communicate my feelings while you were so ready to hear me.'

'And it will take me some time to trust you won't run away again,' you admit, 'that doesn't mean my feelings changed.' He nods and leads you into the living room. It's almost as if you've stepped into the old apartment, just a little distorted. It still feels warm and comforting but things have a slightly different spot now.

'Tea?'

'No, just water.'

'Alright.'

You stand in the living room for a bit, deciding if this is a dinner table conversation or a couch conversation. Eventually, you decide the couch might be easier. You take "your" spot on the couch in the corner and wait for Sylus to come over to you. He takes less than a minute and puts two glasses of water on the coffee table.

The air feels thick and heavy, and you very clearly realize that this topic might take a long time to discuss. You might be here the whole day, maybe you'll even sleep over to comfort him if he allows it.

'I think it'd be best if I just tell you straight up,' he tells you and takes a deep breath, but no words follow. He sits just close enough for you to put your hand on his knee to reassure him.

'Take all the time you need. I've got nowhere else to be.'

He nods in response and lays his hand on top of yours. Taking another deep breath, he starts: 'A few years ago, I was dating this woman who abused me. It was mostly manipulation, but she did put her hands on me a few times. That's why Zayne knows me. The last time I saw her before our breakup, she pushed me down the stairs and started beating me while I laid on the floor. Zayne was working in the ER that day and was there when I was brought in.'

Sylus takes another moment to breathe and study your face. What surprises him is that he doesn't see pity. He sees a strange mix of empathy and extreme fury. It makes his heart feel a little lighter to see you are in this with him. Even if you don't even have the whole story yet.

'She didn't like what I did for work, and I told her I'd quit if she asked me to but she didn't want me to because it brought in good money. When we broke up she decided it was a good time to dox me, and I was forced to move. After that, I luckily hadn't seen her again. Luke and Kieran tried to convince me to get a restraining order, but I was scared I wouldn't be believed so I didn't.'

'Then the weekend that you went on your trip with Zayne, I found out that she moved just a few doors down from us. I was hoping I'd be fine but I kept seeing her pop up and it felt like torture. I was scared to involve you because I'd never want to put you in that situation, so I did the only thing that felt like it made sense.'

'You ran.' He nods, his head hanging.

'I ran.'

'Did you ever talk to someone about this?' He shakes his head, looking down at his lap. You take a deep breath and put your hand on the side of his head, gently moving it up so his eyes meet yours. 'I am so sorry you had to go through that on your own.'

'Will you dislike me for it?'

'Never.' Your answer comes quick. Almost too quick. There is the slightest quirk of his lips into a smile. 'Sylus, I love you. That hasn't changed. This is something in your past and I'd love nothing more than to help you through it if you'd let me. I want to be there for you, every step of the way. And I am so thankful you told me.'

A weight is lifted off his chest. It's as if he hasn't been able to breathe until now. The love he felt for you before explodes all throughout his body and he cannot keep it contained. All he wants is you and it seems you want him too. Through everything.

'You sound like a self-help book.' A smile pulls on your lips as you scoot a little closer to him, your hand dropping to his shoulder, your knee touching his thigh, your other hand still trapped under his on his knee.

'I'll gladly be your self-help book.' He leans in ever so slightly.

'I'd rather just have you as my girlfriend.' You follow his lead and lean closer to. You know the humor and romance are a coping mechanism of his, yet it could also be that he really missed you. You can't tell, but you won't push him right now. Maybe in the future you can convince him to go see a therapist.

'Girlfriend? I'm getting an upgrade?' Inch by inch, you two are getting closer and closer. Something desperate grows in his chest just as much as it grows in yours. He wants nothing else than to be close to you. If it were possible, he'd peel open your skin and make himself at home between your ribs. It almost feels as if he won't be able to breathe much longer if his lips aren't on yours.

'An upgrade? You've called me your boyfriend before.' Your noses touch. A kiss is inevitable and yet so far away. Too far away.

'You've never called me your girlfriend.'

'Do you like it?'

'A lot.' With that confirmation, his lips are on yours. The two of your slot together like pieces of a puzzle. He pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. Breathlessly, your lips leave his and you look down at him. He's already buried his head between your shoulder and jaw, leaving drunken kisses on your skin.

For once, there is nothing sexual about it. It's a starvation for your touch, for your skin, for your body. All he wants is to hold you and you want to hold him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lay your head on his shoulder for however long he wants to hold you. If he'd want to, you'd sleep here in this position. You'd stay here until you starve, until your breath runs out, until the end of the world.

It's the purest love you've ever felt and you are never letting it go again.

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P*rn ☆ Chapter 11, Repeat

Masterlist Word count: 1.2 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: A short but angsty one for ya'll. I promise more smut is coming but I need to set up some conflict at some point <3

Mature content under the cut.

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Seems the past just can't let go of Sylus. The very moment you two returned to your homes, the second after you slipped into your apartment and closed the door, she reappeared. For some reason he does not understand, she keeps taunting him, keeps teasing him, keeps trying to get him under her thumb once more.

It makes no sense to him. She was the one who left him but it's messing with his head. It's messing with everything. This good thing he's got going, but now he's terrified to go to your place and allow you to come to his in fear of what his ex might do. What if she doxes him again? What if she takes you down with him?

Two weeks. He has not seen you for two whole weeks and his entire body is aching for you. The pain he feels in his heart after making excuse after excuse, explaining to you why he hasn't posted these weeks, explaining why he hasn't been around, trying to sound normal. It's weighing on him.

And a realization hits him.

He will never be free from his ex if he stays here, and he can't protect you if he tells you he's leaving. Maybe it'd be better for him to disappear from your life. It's easier to just run like he has before. It might be an extreme measure, but it's the best solution he has right now. He doesn't want to scare you, he doesn't want to hurt you, he doesn't want to leave you behind. But it feels like it's the only option he has.

But he has one way to soften the blow.

'Thank you for meeting me here.' Sylus sits down at the coffee shop across from Zayne, just as he had a few weeks back at dinner. Only now, you are missing.

'No problem. What did you want to discuss?' Zayne looks concerned to say the very least, which is no surprise to Sylus. He's a doctor, of course he can tell Sylus looks like shit. He hasn't slept well for days, hasn't been outside, hasn't worked out, hasn't done anything but overthink.

'My ex moved into our building,' Sylus states and he watches as Zayne's expression shifts to caution. Sylus can only hope Zayne remembers the state he was in when he was brought into the hospital that terrible day three years ago. 'She has not physically tried to do anything, but she keeps taunting me.'

'Have you told-'

'I have not and I am not going to.'

'Why?'

'I'm moving.' Zayne tries to keep his composure, but he seems almost hurt at those words. He won't talk Sylus out of it, that much Sylus knows for sure, but he does try to look out for you. 'She doesn't know.'

'Are you going to tell her?'

'No, I don't want to put her in danger by being associated with me.' Zayne nods.

'As much as I understand your point, I don't think this is the solution.'

'I'm not here to ask for advice,' Sylus clarifies, 'I'm here to give you a heads up so you can clear your schedule.'

'Don't you think that's a little selfish?'

'It is, but I can't put her in danger. I just-' Sylus breath hitches, his emotions on the brink of spilling out in the middle of this crowded coffee shop, but he keeps his composure. 'I can't do that to her. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me and I'm glad to have experienced it, but I can't keep going like this.'

'I understand,' Zayne says as he reaches in his pocket. Sylus watches intently as he puts a business card on the table and slides it over to Sylus. 'And I know you don't want help, but you should have this. Just in case. They're a friend of mine. If you mention I referred you, they will have a spot for you the next day.'

Sylus nods and takes the card. As soon as he puts it in his pocket, it seems to start burning. He knows he needs to talk to someone, he knows he needs help, he just doesn't want to. He's been fine on his own so far.

'And thank you for letting me know.'

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'Soooo~, how's you and Sylus doing,' Tara questions in sing-song way. Surprising how she likes your relationship now after trying to curb you from getting with him at first. As much as you would love to tell her it's all rainbows and sunshine, the question stings. Being a good friend, Tara can tell right away. She lays her hand on your shoulder and you just can't keep it inside anymore. Sobs stumble their way out of your body as she engulfs you in a hug. 'Oh baby, I thought you were doing well.'

'Me too,' you blurt out, 'he told me he loved me two weeks ago but I haven't seen him since. Something happened to him but he won't tell me and he keeps making excuses to cancel plans. I miss him so much and he's only a wall away.'

'Have you tried going over there?'

'Of course, but he never opens the door.'

'Did something happen?'

'I don't know. He won't tell me.' You try to stifle your sobs and keep a normal conversation, but you had no idea all of this hit you so hard until now. It feels like running straight into a wall you saw coming from miles away.

'Maybe he's truly busy,' Tara tries to comfort you. It doesn't work. She knows just as well as you that he would make time for you any given moment of every given day. He's completely and utterly besotted with you and now he's suddenly pulled all that love away.

'Do you think he found someone else?'

'No, he's so in love with you. I can't even imagine him with anyone else.'

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The weekend passes with little to no reply from Sylus. At this point, you feel like you should give up. When you leave your apartment Monday morning, you see Rafayel coming your way. He is rarely ever around, so it surprises you quite a bit.

'Hey Rafayel,' you greet him, trying to sound cheerful despite your heartbreak. He nods his head to you and walks past straight to Sylus’ apartment. You watch him take the key out of his pocket and unlock the door. In a moment of weakness, you jog towards him. 'Hey, why are you going in there?'

'Oh, the guy who lived here moved out. I guess it wasn't to his liking after all,' Rafayel says with a shrug as the door swings open. You peek inside and you feel your heart break. Everything is gone. All of Sylus’ things are gone. It's as if he was never here. 'Why?'

'Just curious,' you reply, trying to sound normal. As normal as you can with tears welling up in your eyes. You walk back into your apartment and call in sick. No way you can work feeling like this. Your whole body feels weak, like it could crumble at any second. On complete autopilot, you do what you always do when you're in distress.

You call Zayne.

"Good morning."

'He's gone,' your voice breaks right away, sobs leaving you uncontrollably as your knees hit the carpet in your living room. 'All his things are gone.'

"I'll be there as fast as I can."

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I DID NOT REALIZE THEY WOULD POST THESE UNTIL ZAYNE...

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What car would they drive?

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Author's note: I saw someone on TikTok do this and it was Sylus with a red Lambo, Rafayel with a Masserati, Zayne with a Mercedes, Caleb with some kind of off roading car, and Xavier with a Fiat Panda. I slightly disagree. Here's what I think as someone who loves classic cars. These are also just my opinions, they're not canon at all.

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Zayne

2019 Volvo S60 T6 4-door 4wd, no questions asked.

Why? It is widely considered one of the savest cars on the market while still looking cool as hell. If there's anything I think Zayne would want in his car, it's safety and quality. Volvo has both. It is also a semi-automatic, so he can use it as an automatic but I feel like Zayne would like the extra control of changing gears at certain times.

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Xavier

Okay, so I get why this person said he would drive a Fiat Panda. He's sweet and all that, but we all know he's a lot darker behind closed doors. Which is why I feel like he would drive a very nice, very unique car.

This is a Maserati Ghibli 4.7. For this one I'd really like to hear if others agree with me, but I do think he would be part of some classic car club. Other than Sylus and Rafayel, he would actually like the quirks that come with owning a classic car. I feel like he would like tinkering with it.

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Rafayel

See, there's two ways this could go. We all know Rafayel is a drama queen, so I think he would drive at least two cars. One for drama and one for convenience.

The drama car, in my opinion, is definitely a Chevrolet Bel Air 1957, specifically in the pink as on the picture below. This is a car that screams drama. It's a classic and pretty old, so he would probably have it upgraded cause he can't deal with the engine problems that come with owning classic cars but he likes the look.

For day to day he drives an Opel Mocca. Why an Opel Mocca? Well, I am learning how to drive in an Opel Mocca and that thing is smooth as butter, very forgiving, and a very nice car with very simple luxuries that make driving very fun. Yes, I added in that it's forgiving because I doubt that Rafayel is a good driver. Also, don't ask me why, but I think he wouldn't drive the electric version. I feel he would just drive a diesel, which also gives a lil more drama cause it has 6 gears.

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Sylus

Lamborghini Espada Series 3

A beautiful classic car from 1973, the last of the espada series. Luxurious leather seats, luxurious Italian design, the most Bond-esque car there is. I will die on this hill. I mean it. He would, however, probably upgrade it insanely well. Bulletproof windows, upgraded engine, etc. This car is already insane as is, but you best believe this man has it in mint condition. Maybe even has a backup. Tell me you can't imagine Sylus driving this. That's right, you can't.

Also drives a Fiat Dino Coupé 2400 when he's in Linkon. Not to blend in or anything, the Espada is just fucking huge and the Dino is a little smaller. Why not to blend in? The Dino is a lovechild of Fiat and Ferrari. It has a Ferrari engine and you can hear it.

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Caleb

Listen. Me personally. I think Caleb is probably a great pilot. Maybe even on of the best. He has many great qualities, but...

He can't drive.

Doesn't have a license. Also, as a colonel, he gets driven around everywhere so it doesn't matter at all.

If he could drive, I have two options. First, as our childhood friend he would drive a beat up Peugeot 205. You cannot tell me this silly little car doesn't fit him perfectly.

Then, after the whole ordeal, he would drive a BMW e32. Why? It is practically the perfect mob car. It has an outline for a gun in a hidden compartment by the driver's side, bulletproof glass, and another hidden compartment between the two backseats that is controlled with a switch. Oh, and it has a screen where you can watch movies in the back. I think they used to be used as presidential cars or something because some of them still have attachments on the side for flagpoles so it would fit his whole vibe.

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