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Proper Etiquette Chapter 4, Sunday kind of love

Masterlist Word count: 2.2k 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.

Author's note: Knock, knock, it's me again mfs! Today I started a new medication and while I should be doing homework, it got me writing like a fucking maniac. I'm not sure if this chapter is any good cause my mind is acting a bit weird rn, but whatever. Enjoy! <3

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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Xavier is barely through the door when you appear in front of him in the hallway. You look a little disheveled, very stressed, and extremely annoyed. He wants to say something, offer you the pastries he got, but you're faster.

'Where did you go? I was stressed out of my mind,' you snap at him, 'I called you like ten times.' He notices there's tears in your eyes. It surprises him. You have every right to be mad at him, but for some reason you are close to tears.

He takes a few steps towards you, puts the paper bag with the pastries and the flowers on the ground, and wraps his arms around you, guiding your head to lean against his shoulder. A few seconds tick by with your arms by your sides, fists balled, wanting to curse him out.

Then... the dam breaks... Xavier feels your body shudder as quiet sobs start making their way out. Once the first few have slipped past, you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him as close as humanly possible, crying pathetically into his shirt. His perfectly white shirt. But Xavier doesn't say a word, he just holds you. No judgement, no anger, no hesitation, and then... and apology.

'I'm sorry for leaving without telling you and I'm sorry for not answering your calls.' His words sound sincere and fragile. Like it would break him if you wouldn't forgive him. It's strangely comforting in a way to know he cares that much.

'I'm sorry for snapping at you.'

'No, you had every right to,' he disagrees. You pull your head away from his chest and look up at him, feeling a little confused. All your life you had been told that your anger is not valid, your feelings are not valid, they are unimportant. All you were good for is marrying rich. The confused look in your face urges him to explain: 'You were worried. You woke up in an empty apartment without knowing where I went before an important appointment. I'd be more surprised if you hadn't snapped at me. Lucky for me, I brought a peace offering.'

He lets go of you and picks up the things he got again. You follow him to the kitchen table where he lays down two bouquets of flowers and the paper bag. 'Why'd you get flowers?'

'I thought it'd be a nice gesture to get your mother flowers, but then I remembered that it would look weird if I gave her flowers and we didn't have flowers here because that would imply I hadn't given you flowers,' he starts rambling in that calm, gentle voice of his while he grabs one of the two bouquets. It's a blue, pastel purple, and white bouquet with plenty of forget-me-not's and baby's-breath. A beautiful bouquet. Then he smiles at you and hands them over. 'So, these are the flowers for my beautiful girlfriend. And those are for your mother.'

The bouquet he picked for your mother is much more basic. It's beautiful and very nicely done, but it isn't personalized like the one he gave you is.

'Oh, and I got some pastries for breakfast and also some smaller things like bonbons to go with the tea and coffee for your parents.' You stand in absolute awe with the bouquet in your arms as you look at Xavier fussing over everything. He's looking for two vases, grabbing some plates for breakfast, getting the both of you something to drink. It's all so natural and kind. There's this warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that you can't seem to get rid of.

As if on autopilot, you walk over to Xavier and take his hand. His movements still as he looks down at you, looking a little surprised. You reach your hand behind his neck and pull him down to press a kiss on his cheek. 'You are the best Xavier.'

You take the vase from the counter and put it on the kitchen table, starting to put your bouquet in there with a gleaming smile on your face. Xavier watches the scene, his mouth agape from the sudden kiss, his heart pounding in his chest.

There you are, his future wife... He wishes he was only thinking about the fake marriage, but he really isn't. He just knows, one way or another, you are his future wife. In another life, you might've made it here more naturally, might've dated a while, might've lived together for years, but either way you are his wife.

You dart around the table, putting the flowers in one by one, examining each side of the bouquet you're slowly building in the vase with meticulous precision. You're still dressed in your pajamas, which is an oversized men's shirt. A few nights ago you told him they're just more comfortable and since then he hasn't stopped thinking about offering you his shirts.

'You're staring,' you hum without even looking at him. He picks his jaw up from the floor and returns to his fussing over breakfast.

'I like watching you work.' It just slips out and now it's out there. He looks over his shoulder to see that you've stopped whilst putting a flower in, holding it halfway in the vase as you look at him with a smile. When your eyes meet, you continue.

'Thank you, I quite like my work.' Another few counts of silence, only filled by the rustling of the flowers and Xavier's breakfast preparations. 'By the way, how did you get flowers on Sunday morning?'

'Called in a favor with Jeremiah,' he answers, trying to sound casual. A huff of laughter leaves your lips. 'What?'

'You two must be extremely good friends. I've never known him to get out of bed for anything on Sunday before noon.'

'We are. Known each other since diapers.'

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'Hi mom, hi dad,' you greet your parents at the door with a kiss to the cheek and show them inside. Xavier is waiting right in the living room, greeting them right after you and introducing himself as your boyfriend.

As of right now, the plan is to have tea and halfway through, Xavier will ask your father if they could talk privately for a second. Which his when he will apologize for being a private person and ask for your hand in marriage. A fool proof plan from the start. Especially with Xavier wowing you mother with the flowers he got her.

'How wonderful to meet you. I have to say, she has told us very little about you,' your mother awes, but the comment about you is razor sharp. Nothing surprising to you, you doubt your mother ever really liked you, but you see a small change in Xavier's composure. First it's distain, and then it's understanding. As if he now realizes why you want to leave them behind.

'I must admit, that is my fault,' he says with a kind smile, 'I have always been a very private person and I asked her to respect that until I was ready.' Your father pats his shoulder roughly and nods in agreement.

'Seems a fair boundary,' he says, shutting your mother up, 'we're glad to finally meet you.'

'As am I,' Xavier agrees, 'let me get something to drink for you. Tea, coffee, soda?'

'Green tea,' your mother says like she's ordering at a restaurant. No please, no thank you. Your father nods to indicate he'd like green tea too.

'And you, starlight?' Your mother's eyes almost pop out of her skull at the casual use of the affectionate nickname. You were raised to be very proper, which means no other names were permitted. Well, maybe some, but most were looked down upon as weakness.

'The same for me, thank you.' Xavier makes the tea while small talk flows easily between all of you. With the tray of tea and bonbons in hand, Xavier steers everyone towards the couch and chairs.

Everyone takes a seat and you hand out the tea, putting the last cup in front of yourself. Your butt has barely made contact with the couch when the berating questions begin. Seems your mother has a lot to catch up on after not seeing you for such a long time.

'Sweetie, I understood you wanting to live a civil life but this? Can you even live here with two people? How could you even want this? Sweetie, are you eating well? I can tell. How about we get you a personal trainer, yeah? How does that sound?'

As usual, your father does little to calm your mother or stop her questions. You're used to it by now. However, Xavier is not. You had tried to explain your mother to him before but he seems to get a little annoyed with each question she asks.

'Mother, don't mistake this for talking back, but I am quite happy here. I don't need anything else,' you answer, looking at your father instead of your mother in hopes he'll understand your decision. There's something sad in his eyes. You had seen it before but it has gotten bigger since you last saw him.

'Well, at least it's almost over.' That snaps something inside you and your father can tell. He gestures Xavier to come with him. The two men leave the room quietly with their cups of tea in hand while you stare down your mother. Xaver has barely closed the door when he hears you shout something like: "Why can't you ever be happy for me?"

Your father lets out a deep sigh and grabs Xavier's shoulder for a gentle squeeze. 'Those two have never gotten along. I know you wanted to invite us to introduce yourself, but next time it's better to pick a public place. My wife will keep sweet when her reputation is on the line.'

'That's awful.' He nods in response, looking physically pained by the situation.

'I know, but that's the only solution,' he sighs, 'I'm glad she found you. She looks happier than I've ever seen her.'

'About that-' Your father perks up, looking at Xavier with hopeful eyes. 'I was going to ask for your blessi-' He puts his hand on Xavier's shoulder again, squeezing a little harder this time.

'Yes,' he says without hesitation, 'yes, you can marry my daughter.' Xavier is taken aback to say the very least. He thought this would at least be an interrogation.

'Sir, you barely know me.'

'But I know my daughter,' he says very seriously, 'and she looked the happiest I have ever seen her when we walked in. The fact that you are willing to question my decision tells me enough. I believe you are genuine, so yes, I give you my blessing.'

'I- I don't know what to say... Thank you, sir.'

'Don't thank me. I should thank you for making my daughter happy. Here, let me give you my number. I'd like to contribute to the ring.'

'But sir-'

'No. I don't want to hear how long you saved up for it. I want to help.'

'I'm not getting her a ring,' Xavier says to clearify the situation.

'What?'

'She never wears rings. She told me she hates them. I'm getting her a necklace that can hold her wedding ring,' he explains. Xavier doesn't think he's ever seen a grown man smile that wide in his whole damn life.

'I am so happy she found you.'

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With the tea mugs empty and the shouting match calmed down, the two men slip inside again. Your mother is fussing while putting on her coat while you are packing up some of the chocolates for them to take with your face calm, but your eyes like thunderclouds.

Xavier walks over to you and places his hand gently on your wrist. You stop what you're doing and turn your hand so he can slide his hand into yours. With your fingers entangled, he brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a kiss on it. You feel your anger melt like snow in the sun and you can't help but smile.

'You did great,' he whispers in your ear, 'let me do this for you.' You step aside and let him finish wrapping up the chocolates. As you reenter the living room part of the open apartment, your father steps toward you and wraps his arms around you. You accept the hug enthusiastically. Hugs from your father are something you haven't been able to indulge in since you left.

'You found a great one,' he whispers to you, ever the romantic. And for a second, it all feels so real. Your father likes Xavier, you like Xavier, Xavier helped you calm down to stay amicable with your parents, your mother fought with you and Xavier did not like it. It all seems so normal, so natural, so real. It's only been a few days and you're not sure if you're acting anymore.

But what if Xavier is just a great actor. What if this really is fake to him? What will you do then? Stay in a loveless marriage like your father? That'd be insane. However, those are worries for tomorrow.

Today, you just have to show your parents the door and wave them goodbye.

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Proper Etiquette Chapter 3, Favors

Masterlist Word count: 1.5k Xavier x Fem!Reader

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'Should we have nicknames for each other?' His words surprise you. For all of the late afternoon, there had been a quiet lull over the room. It's Friday and the both of you made sure you had the weekend off to prepare for your parents’ visit on Sunday, but somehow you found yourself reading on the couch with Xavier on top of you.

You are resting your back against the armrest of the couch, Xavier has his head on your stomach and his arms wrapped around your body. For as far as you knew, he was taking a nap there. This kind of physical touch had become very normal very quick for the both of you.

On day three of living together, Xavier was leaving little touches on the small of your back, your arms, your shoulders, and you found yourself doing the same. Sleeping in the same bed became your favorite past time. You don't think you're in love, but you can't deny that there's something growing inside your chest.

However, you have been writing it off as a "forced proximity" kind of feeling. You have to make this convincing for your parents to free yourself from their grasp.

Xavier picks his head up off you and looks up at you: 'Are you still there?'

'I am,' you hum, 'I just thought you were sleeping.'

'So?' You finally nod in agreement with him. 'What would you like me to call you?' There's a spark in his eyes when he leans back down and rests his chin on the spot where he was laying. Seems he already has something in mind.

'I don't know.'

'I have some ideas.'

'Alright.'

'I could call you my star or starlight?'

'Why?'

'It feels like you.' It feels like you. How could someone so unknown to you find such a beautiful name to call you so easily? Something stirs inside you. Something you can't quite place.

'My light,' you hear yourself mumble. He perks up a little. 'I could call you my light and something a little more basic. Something like love, honey, darling?'

'I like that. Would you like me to use those as well?'

You think for a second, imagining each of those little words leaving Xavier's lips in relation to you. All of them make your stomach tingle but honey seems the best out of the bunch. 'Maybe just honey. I feel like darling is a bit more for old couples.’

'But you're fine calling me that,' he teases, gently making a tickling motion on your back with his hands as his arms are still wrapped around you. A smile makes it way on your lips as you put your hand in his hair, your book long forgotten resting in your other hand next to your thighs.

'You're an old soul. That's different.' Xavier nuzzles into your touch, encouraging you to scratch his head. “He's like a cat,” you think to yourself. 'Besides, my parents are only coming over for tea, so we don't have to lay it on too thick right away.'

'That's true and we've already got the touchy feely thing down,' he mumbles, his eyes closed peacefully. Xavier lays his head down on your stomach again, only for it to growl aggressively. A chuckle escapes him. 'Dinner time?'

You check your watch: 'It's barely five thirty. Seems a little early.'

'How about you go get ready and I'll take you out for dinner? By the time you're done, it should be dinner time.' You gently bop him on the head with your book.

'Are you saying I take long?'

'Of course not,' he chuckles, his whole body rumbling against you, 'but I'm starting to figure you out and you take at least twenty minutes to get ready.'

There's something so oddly comforting about someone who watches you so intently, wanting to know about you. It has only been a few days, and yet this whole thing feels so real. It doesn't feel like a romantic relationship, but it does feel like you've know each other for years and years. Is this what it's like to find your soulmate? Or perhaps your twin flame?

'I'm gonna take half an hour if you don't get off me,' you threaten teasingly. He groans, but does push himself up onto his forearms. Without thinking, you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead and slip out from underneath him. He lays back down looking unaffected, but the redness on his cheeks betrays him. It matches yours. Why you were bold enough to do that, you don't know, but it doesn't feel wrong. It actually feels like that's how it should be.

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Judgment day has arrived.

Yesterday evening, Xavier had noticed you had a hard time falling asleep. You were tossing and turning like he hadn't experienced from you yet. It seemed out of character. It probably hadn't helped that he suggested a video call with his parents the night before. He should've watched his words and now he's beating himself up about it.

The stress rubbed off on him and he wakes up far earlier than he usually does. Even earlier than you. It's not all that early. 8:30 am. He takes this rare moment to watch you sleep. It feels a bit weird to him, but you seem so peaceful.

In his mind, he starts mapping every inch of skin he can see. All the things you would consider blemishes, the arch of your nose, the shape of your eyebrows, the curve of your lips. All of it does something to him, something he hasn't experienced before. There's a weight on his chest and his usually steady heartbeat seems to pick up every time you talk to him. He must be going insane. That's the only thing he can think of.

With a sigh, he slips out from under the covers but turns back to tuck you in, making sure you're still warm and cozy without him. Why he does it? He has no clue.

"Maybe I should do something nice... I could get her mother flowers? While I'm out, I could also get some pastries. Some for breakfast and some for tea. Maybe that will calm her down a little."

As quietly as he can, he gets dressed and heads out. Halfway towards Jeremiah's flower shop, he stops. It's Sunday, he realizes. The shop is closed. Could he call in a favor for this? No, he should check if there's anything else open first.

And what do you know, no flower shop is open... Seems his luck for living in a quiet part of town. Reluctantly, he presses Jeremiah's contact.

"Why are you up so early?"

'Her parents are coming over today.'

"Shit, you're actually going through with it?"

'Yes, but I need a favor.'

"Okay," he says a little suspicious.

'Every flower shop is closed and I want to get her mother flowers.'

"On my way. Meet me there." Xavier doesn't even get the chance to thank him before he hears the line cut. "That was easy," he thinks to himself as he continues his walk to the flower shop. It's only a five minute walk and Jeremiah lives across the street from his shop, so this should be easy going.

By the time he gets there, Jeremiah is waiting for him in front of the shop with his partner, Thomas. The two fit each other so well. Jeremiah as a flower shop owner and Thomas as an art gallery curator. It's the perfect pair.

Xavier approaches and shakes Thomas’ hand before hugging Jeremiah. He has known the two for ages. Jeremiah since diapers and Thomas ever since the two started dating four years ago.

'I have to be honest, I am surprised you're getting married before us,' Thomas teases, patting Xavier on the shoulder.

'And who's fault is that,' Jeremiah jokingly bickers back as he unlocks the shop. Thomas throws up his hands in a half hearted defeat. 'Exactly.'

'It's not a real marriage,' Xavier counters, but Thomas and Jeremiah share a look he can't quite place. They're both smiling as if they know something he does not. 'I'm serious.'

'You keep telling yourself that, Xavier,' Jeremiah hums as he slips into the shop. Thomas and Xavier follow, but Xavier can't shake this confusion.

'Do you know something I don't?' Jeremiah shrugs.

'I don't know. I mean, after you first met her you stopped meeting me at your place or a bar or something.' Xavier can't deny that that's true. He felled pulled towards the flower shop and picked Jeremiah up every single time after meeting her. 'You also stopped complaining when I gave you errands to run for the shop.'

'Don't forget how quiet he got when she smiled at him,' Thomas adds, gaining a smack from Jeremiah.

'Gentle things, don't fry his brain,' he hisses at Thomas. But it's too late. Xavier's brain is positively fried as he starts realizing his subconscious has liked her for a while.

'But this is fake to her,' he says quietly, 'what do I do now?'

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I just had a realization...

The Catch 22 banner...

Isn't it just the same plot from Zootopia? I mean, Frenzy Enchancer to make Preadators go wild? Sounds and awful lot like predators going feral 'cause of some flower...

#lads #lnds #love and deepspace #catch 22 love and deepspace #lnds catch 22 #lads catch 22

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P*rn ☆ Epilogue

Masterlist Word count: 2.3 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: That's it guys. Thank you so much for reading and all the sweet comments. I've had a blast writing this story<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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'So tell me, Rafayel, did you actually set them up,' Zayne asks with a smile as he looks at the happy couple. Rafayel frowns at him.

'No. Why would I want them to move in together? That's less rent money,' he says in an annoyed, whiny voice. But then he sighs and rolls his eyes, making his annoyed façade a lot less believable. 'I guess they look good together though.'

'That they do,' Zayne agrees, smiling as he looks at the happy couple entering the ballroom together.

Today, he had had the great honor of being your best man with Tara by his side as your bridesmaid. He doesn't think he's ever been prouder than he was seeing you walk down the aisle in your beautiful wedding dress with your hair and makeup all done up and the biggest smile on your face.

It became even more beautiful when he heard the softest sob coming from the man standing there waiting for you. Tears of joy freely flowed down his cheeks as he wore a smile as big as yours.

He's glad you've found your forever person and couldn't be happier for you. He gets to watch you grow happier and happier each and every day, gets to see you with a partner that allows you to be yourself fully and give yourself fully without taking too much. By now, he loves Sylus like a brother and can't imagine his life without him.

As he watches Sylus and you sway over the dance floor, your first dance as husband and wife, it brings a tear to his eyes. When the song ends, you approach him with outstretched hands. He takes a quick peek behind you at Sylus to check if it's okay. Sylus nods with a calm smile as Zayne takes your hand. Together, you sway across the dance floor with Sylus gentle eyes on the both of you, smiling contently.

'Zayne, I don't think I can ever thank you enough for everything you've done for me, for us, but still... Thank you.'

'I'd do it again a million times to see you happy.' You smile and lean your head on his shoulder. He looks over at Sylus, who is still happily looking at the two of you. It is truly a gift that you two managed to end up together like this. The happiness that has been granted to you is a gift from the gods, truly. He can only hope he'll find something like this for himself.

'Remind me to introduce you to one of my colleagues,' you say with a cheeky grin, 'I think you'll like her.'

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'Wait, stop,' you giggle, pushing Sylus off you. The man has been leeching on your neck ever since people started leaving. He pouts at you but lets you do what has to be done. Which is unlocking the door to your shared apartment. When you push the door open, he picks you up and you squeal. 'What are you doing?'

'Carrying my bride over the threshold,' he states proudly as he walks into the apartment. He closes the door with a kick and carries you straight to the bedroom where he gently puts your back on your feet. 'Would you grant me the honor of taking off your dress?'

'If you promise me we'll take a shower after.' His pout reappears. The man was banking on something else happening, but you have been in a heavy dress all day and you truly want to wash the day away. It was beautiful and a memory that you'll never forget, but you can almost feel your skin itch under your makeup. 'Please?'

'Anything my wife wants, my wife gets,' he agrees and walks around you to busy himself with the beautiful pearl buttons on the back of your dress. 'You were enchanting today. Truly in my top five of your most beautiful moments.'

'Top five? Is it even number one?'

'No, number one will always be when I woke up with you after we finally had the talk. But it's a good number two.' You giggle as you feel his hands gently work your buttons. Each inch of freed skin is kissed lovingly.

'What are the others?'

'Five is when I saw you for the very first time. I was having a terrible time setting up my apartment and you came over with that bottle of whiskey.' You let out a chuckle.

'You were so rude to me.'

'I was, but you were beautiful. Even if you did look annoyed,' he adds and continues his list, 'number four is the first time you let me eat you out.' Another chuckle leaves your lips, but then you feel his hands on your hips as he kneels down onto the floor.

'And number three will be waking up with you tomorrow. The first time waking up with you as my wife,' his voice sounds a little wobbly. When you look over your shoulder, you can tell he has tears in his eyes. With the last button undone, you turn and kneel on the floor with him, taking his face in your hands. He instantly leans into your touch, eyes closing to focus on the warmth you spread through his body. 'I could've never imagined we would've made it this far if it hadn't been for your stubbornness.'

It almost sounds like a joke, but he means it wholeheartedly. 'And I would do it again and again, a million times if I have to, if that means I get you as my husband,' you tell him, not a trace of uncertainty in your words. His eyes open again and he looks at you, taking in your figure. The dress draping off your shoulders, your makeup so perfectly done, the honestly in your face.

'I don't know what I've done to deserve you, but it must've been pretty damn good,' he tries to joke, but a tear slips out. Your thumb wipes it away and you lean in to press a kiss on his lips. It's searing hot, a burning promise to stand beside him whatever may come next.

As lips part, he seems much better. You smile and get up from your knees, offering him your hand. 'Now, I think it's about time we consummate this marriage.' He takes your hand and gets up, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

'Sweetie, I know you're tired. Let's just take a shower.'

'Fine,' you pretend to be annoyed, but he sees right through it. 'I'm waking you up with a blowie though.'

'If I ever say no to that, shoot me.'

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Despite both being drained from the wedding, you talked for hours. About the past, the present, the future. Little things you hadn't admitted to each other, like Sylus secret love of Fleetwood Mac and your extreme love for- and fascination with sunsets. By the time you both fell asleep, it must've been three or four am. So you aren't really surprised that you wake up with the late morning sun bathing the whole room in a warm orange.

However, you could've slept for much longer had it not been for a certain someone sucking hickeys on your thighs. With a sluggish movement, you pick up the covers and see Sylus between your legs. Each of his arms wrapped around a thigh, your underwear nowhere to be seen, and a cheeky grin on his lips when he meets your eyes.

'I thought I said I was going to give you a blowjob.'

'Well, the day is still young,' he rasps, his voice still full of sleep, 'and I intent to show my wife how much I love her first.' My wife. The words make his stomach tingle the same as they do for you.

'Okay, but push the covers off. I want to see my husband.'

'Yes ma’am.' He throws off the covers in one swift motion and plunges right into his breakfast. Right away, flattening his tongue against your clit and licking a thick stripe. Your back arches as you whimper his name. After that, there's no stopping him.

He plunges two fingers into you and eats like a man starved, like he needs your pussy to stay alive. His fingers pump and curl deliciously inside of you while your body moves uncontrollably, only staying in place because of Sylus’ tight grip on your thighs. The room is filled with moans and whimpers of Sylus’ name. He revels in it.

Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you. As you try to steady your breathing, Sylus moves from his spot which is slightly uncharacteristic for him. Usually, he tries to get you on the edge of a second orgasm first.

'My beautiful wife, would you grant me the honor of fulfilling a fantasy of mine,' he asks between kisses as he makes his way slowly to your mouth, placing a loving kiss right on your lips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to hold him close to you.

'And what would that be, husband?'

'Remember that video in my bathroom of me jerking off?' You nod. 'That was the evening after the party. I heard you masturbating and I started imagining being with you. Holding you. I'd like to fuck you how I imaged I would.'

'Is this something we need a traffic light system for?' He shakes his head.

'No, none of that. I just want you to stay laying here, just like this and,' he gently lifts your legs until your feet are planted on his mattress, thighs far enough apart to allow space for him. He takes your hands and move them into the hair on the back of his neck. He spreads his legs, sitting on his heels as he gently lines his length up to your pussy. 'Is this alright for you?'

A smile spreads across your face. This is nothing special. It almost makes you blush that he would imagine such a normal scene and get off so hard on it. You nod and pull on his hair. 'Fuck me, Sylus.'

He slips in gently and leans closer to press his lips on yours, setting a gentle pace as he kisses you deeply. But you quickly get enough of the slow pace and pull his hair again to separate his lips from yours. 'Quicker, please,' you beg, looking desperate and longing for release. With a smile, he starts driving his length into you at a quicker pace. An orchestra of the little sounds you make fills the room once more. It's so much more beautiful than he imagined back then, so much more beautiful. Your eyes are focused on him and only him.

'You're absolutely stunning, sweety,' he tells you as he leans closer, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you closer, his lips exploring the expanse of your neck and shoulders. Your hands slip out of his hair and onto his back, your nails leaving works of art on his back in despair. One of his hands leaves your body, moving between the two of you to rub your bundle of nerves, helping you closer to a state of ecstasy.

'Sylus, you feel so good,' you manage to moan out, clawing your way as close to him as you possibly can. In response, he pulls you up into his lap and holds you close to his chest, as close as humanly possible, while picking up the pace and drilling into you.

Your moans become louder and you are so grateful the bedroom doesn't border on another apartment as you hear the bed creak pitifully. In a terrible attempt to silence yourself as you rapidly get closer to the edge, you bite down on his collarbone. He groans out your name in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The feeling tips him over the edge.

His hands grab your hips so hard you're sure it'll bruise, severing you the same mixture of pain and pleasure to help you tip over the edge and fall into the abyss with him. Your teeth let go of his skin as you whole body shakes in pleasure. Sylus holds you close, his arms wrapping around your body like a safety net whilst his hips jerk up to help you ride through your orgasm.

When he feels your shaking subside, he gently lays you down on the bed and slips out of you. A pathetic whine slips from your lips as your face contorts in disagreement, but all he can see is his beautiful wife. His absolutely perfect wife who is so willing to give herself to him.

He lays down and snuggles up to you, arms wrapping around your body like they're meant to be there. 'You did perfect.'

'Sylus?' He hums in response, eyes already closed again, ready for a nap. 'Can I say that I am absolutely flattered that this is what you thought of doing with me the first time you met me?'

'You can, but do remember that I first fell for you because you were being a brat,' he retorts. There's a chuckle in the back of your throat, but you force it down and huff instead, pretending you're that bratty again. A rumbling laugh goes through his chest. 'I'm joking.'

'You're really not.'

'No, I'm not. I still love you though.' The biggest grin spreads on your face, basking in the bliss that this beautiful man loves you. It's something that you didn't see coming, but when you first saw him it hit you like a semitruck. You truly couldn't be happier than you are when you're with him and you hope you'll ever find the words to truly express that to him.

'I love you too.'

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 7 days ago

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For everyone excited about the banner. Plz watch this video and join the boycot!

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Into my arms

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Masterlist Word count: 773 Sylus x Reader

Summary: Sylus likes telling you about music. You like Sylus's voice.

Author's note: I felt like we all needed a tiny little bit of fluff after seeing those banners.

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He's been yapping for a while now. All the while, sweet sounds play from his record player. Every once in a while he gets up to put on a different record, but he seems to be sitting down a little closer to you each time.

Tension is rising, yet Sylus pretends he's unaffected. You are not pretending, you couldn't if you tried. It feels like your hands are itching to touch him, but you know this is important to him.

This is one of the ways he shows affection. He wants you to know what he likes and he wants input on what you like. His collection is extensive and strange. It goes from Tom Waits to The Beach Boys. From The Cure to Dolly Parton. From Metallica to Jim Croce. Surprisingly, he has something to tell about almost all of them.

He tells you about the differences between The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. About how The Beatles had a good boy image whilst being from rough backgrounds, while The Rolling Stones were from privileged lives and had a bad boy image. He tells you about David Bowie's album Lazarus, a testament to his own body failing and approaching death. He tells you about all the songs mentioned in Hozier's Sweet Music. And about how most people know Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds from the song Red Right Hand while he considers Into My Arms, a raw testament to love and believing in that deity only to ask it to bring his lover to him, a much better song.

Talks on and on about all these beautiful words strung together, about the instruments, about the quality of the recording. You love to listen to him. Love to hear him talk about these things that he seems so passionate about, but he has barely scratched the surface.

All the obscurer things he loves to listen to sneak their way into these moments every once in a while, but still he tends to go for love songs when you're around.

He sits down next to you after changing the record again and looks over into your tired eyes. The night owl that he is, he hadn't considered it is your bedtime already. 'Are you tired, sweetie? We can go to bed.'

You shake your head and position yourself onto his lap with one swift movement, your hands gently laying on his chest. Like two pieces of the puzzle, his hands slot against your hips as he looks up at you like he's looking into a fire. The forever changing warmth of your love enveloping him.

'Keep talking,' you tell him. He nods and starts talking about the record he just put on whilst his thumbs gently rub over the fabric of your bottoms. A song from Jim Croce that almost sounds like a lullaby. Time in a Bottle.

His words intertwine with the music like a baseline. You feel his voice rumble in his chest under your fingertips and move yourself closer to feel it in your own chest. Your arms wrap around him as you lean your head on his shoulder.

Slowly, the combination of sound and vibration lulls you closer and closer to sleep. Your mind gets carried on his sentences, gently floating around. Every once in a while, you hum to let him know you're still listening, but he can feel your breathing slow.

'Let's go to bed. I'm getting tired,' he states, more so for you than for him. But, truth be told, he has been sleeping exceptionally well ever since he's started sleeping in your arms. He stands up with you in his arms, clinging to his body like a koala.

'No,' you grumble, not really noticing he's gotten up, 'keep talking. I like hearing you talk.'

'Alright,' he agrees with a smile and he does.

As he carries you into the bedroom he tells you about all the love songs that remind him of you, all the lyrics that to him feel like they were written about you, all the guitar solos and music breaks in songs that make him feel like you are right there with him...

and he keeps talking until he snuggles up to you under the covers. He takes a few seconds to listen to your gentle breathing. He lays his head on your chest, the thumping of your heartbeat relaxing him like nothing else ever has. You have fallen asleep, and that seems the perfect time for a confession to him.

'But besides all of that, my favorite song is the sound of your voice when you greet me in the morning.'

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 7 days ago

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i NEED someone to leave hickeys under my tits, on my ass, and all over my thighs right fucking now.

Me, just now, after seeing the 1000th edit of the new banner on the clock app.

#lads

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Proper Etiquette Chapter 2, Moving fast

Masterlist Word count: 1.5k Xavier x Fem!Reader

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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 this Sunday. It's now Wednesday. 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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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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@deathkat657

@sweetnanah

@trishiepo0

@iraot

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@ikesimpleton

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@datfangirl

@datura109

@napa-the-yappa

@sinnamon-bunn

@waowo

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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 · 11 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

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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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

Mature content under the cut.

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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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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 11 days ago

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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 · 13 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 · 13 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.

Mature content under the cut.

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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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