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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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˙ ✩°˖ 🐦‍⬛ mon amour / sylus x reader

synopsis; you knew that sylus could speak several languages. what you didn't take into account though, is how lethal he sounds flirting with you in the most romantic language in the world.

🍎 pomme's notes - putting my french knowledge to use.. translation for the words sylus uses at the end!!

⋆ 1.1k words / fluff & suggestive at the end / fem reader / 2nd person

your cheeks were burning, and the man in front of you was smirking, making you feel even more infuriated. how could he get even sexier?!

"that's enough, sylus", you huff out.

how did you get here? great question.

you were lounging on the settee in his office and reading a book when he picked up a call in a foreign language — one you recognized as french. sylus spoke several languages, and you knew that, but you weren't aware he was that fluent. oh, and sexy sounding, but he didn't need to know that yet. 

when he hung up, you cleared your throat, catching his attention. looking up from his papers, he stares at you with his habitual laid-back expression. judging from your barely hidden smile though, he can guess you're after something. sylus stands up and walks around his desk to face you better, choosing to lean against it rather than invade the space where you're seated for once.

“something's the matter, sweetie?”

you hum, your smile widening. you never thought your intro to french class in high school would come in handy, but it turns out life is full of surprises.

“i didn't know you spoke french, monsieur sylus.”

ah, your curiosity stemmed from the foreign language at the tip of his tongue. sylus laughed softly, taking a step in your direction. he'd spoken various languages around you, mostly in business contexts, and never failed to observe how your eyes twinkled at the words coming out of his mouth. however, this was the first time you had commented on it, and he was going to use that to his advantage. standing in front of you now, his gaze flickered to your lips. was he trying to pull a reaction out of you?

“i do, mon ange. interested in hearing more? you know that i'd indulge you if you asked.”

hearing him calling you his angel in french did some things to your stomach, you'll give him that — feeling the heat rise in your face, you quickly explain how you took some french in high school. in response, he leans back and raises his hand to his chin, as if pondering something, and judging from the smirk growing on his face, it can't be good for you.

“perhaps we should converse a bit to refresh your knowledge, shall we, doll? i'll even use simple words.”

oh. that was more tame than you thought, seems like he decided not to tease the blush on your cheeks. you nod, and give him your best attempt at a greeting, to which he chuckles a bit — probably from your rusty pronunciation. he responds patiently and corrects any pronunciation mistakes you make. this was sweet, no hidden motives, which surprised you.

well, that was an error in your judgment, it seems, because he most definitely did have ulterior motives. 

now leaning back down and caging your body between the seat and himself, sylus cleared his throat a bit, aiming to impress you with his smooth french. it was the language of romance after all, wasn't it? and what a fool would he be if he didn't romance you.

“my turn to show off, mon amour.”

oh fuck. you were doomed.

“what to tell you, hm? oh, i know. je t'aime, je t'adore, mon cœur.”

your heart was beating concerningly fast at the sudden love declarations. did he have no shame? the answer was a resounding no, judging from how he was invading your space and relishing in your bated breaths and flushed cheeks.

“tu es rouge, mon amour. quelque chose te gêne? tell me all about it, mon ange.”

pushing weakly against his shoulders, you looked away from his intense gaze. if you kept looking into his eyes, you were most definitely going to melt from the inside out at how attractive he was.

and sylus knew that — of course he did, he could read you like a damn open book, and right now, you were putty in his hands. who knew flirting with you in french would have that effect? he did, most likely.

“sylus, you're being unfair.”

finally gathering your courage, you glared at him and tried your damnedest to look angry. although you don't think it looked very intimidating because of the red cheeks and all, but that was just a hunch. i mean, what could you even do in this situation? you were faced with an insanely gorgeous man, a well-read and clever one at that — who wouldn't swoon? but this was unfair. come on, throwing all those cute pet names at you with his smooth voice, in french, was a calculated move, one planned with your demise in mind.

and were you gonna go down without a fight? absolutely not. whether you'd win or not was debatable, though.

so you did the only thing that seemed rational. the only thing that had a chance at shutting him up and sparing you from the (very attractive, might i add) french love declaration sylus was spouting.

grabbing onto his shirt, you pull him in for a kiss, just a quick peck to shock him enough into stopping. but while his eyes widened in shock, it was not enough to stop him from teasing you.

what was it again about you winning the fight? yeah, no. sylus wasn't known as the relentless conqueror for nothing — and as he deepened the kiss, you would quickly find out that the language wasn't the only thing he knew that was french.

french kissing, too.

you yelped into his mouth when he bit your lower lip, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth while he was at it. cupping your cheeks, you could feel yourself melt into him and his stupidly good kisses. his hands started moving down, roaming over your body, as if trying to commit it to memory — though he likely already had from previous nights spent together. you started feeling light-headed from the intensity of it all and pushed him away, desperately trying to catch your breath. 

and infuriatingly enough, the smug look on his face could not be erased. could you really blame him, though? sylus was looking at the most beautiful person he'd ever have the chance to encounter, flushed and staring up at him with desire plastered over her face — all of it after he showed off his intellectual and physical prowess. he was a man, after all, a very, very proud and greedy one at that.

“you know, kitten, if you take off your clothes, i could draw you like a french girl. we could go three for three when it comes to french things.”

that pulled you out of the hazy state he put you in, slipping from his grasp and running out the door with a vicious blush on your face still — all while he laughed at how cute you looked flustered.

sylus was gonna be the death of you one day. you had to make sure he never learned you also picked up on some spanish, lest he tries to introduce you to spanish passion through physical means or something.

🍎 pomme's final notes - BEEP BEEP!! pomme translator at your service

"je t'aime, je t'adore, mon cœur." - i love you, i adore you, my heart

"tu es rouge, mon amour. quelque chose te gêne? tell me all about it, mon ange." - you're red, my love. something bothering you? tell me all about it, my angel.

i had a lot of fun with this one hehe..

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ADORE YOU. — sylus x fem!reader

synopsis: in which you've been feeling insecure as of lately, so sylus decides to take matters into his own hands.

wc: 2k or so

cw: soft dom sylus, swearing, nsfw content (mdni!), vaginal fingering, lots of praise

"no hiding, kitten. keep your eyes forward like i told you to." sylus commands, though his tone remains gentle. when you refuse to lift your face from the crook of his neck, he sighs before continuing.

"thought you wanted to be good for me, hm? what happened to that?" now this gets your attention.

with a huff, you lift your head, turning your gaze back to the mirror. you squirm in his lap, feeling embarrassed about the sight before you, but he doesn't let you go anywhere. his grip on you remains firm, unyielding, causing you to still.

"there's my good girl," he purrs against your ear, the praise sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"this is embarrassing, sylus!" you whine, feeling your cheeks begin to heat up as you stare back at the sight of yourself in the mirror.

the two of you were sitting on the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your back pressed flush against his chest. while you would have loved this position any other day, the huge mirror propped against the wall in front of you made a huge difference. made you feel exposed, vulnerable.

which was exactly what sylus wanted.

you had tried to hide it from him, but he still noticed, he always did. nothing ever got by him, no matter how secretive you tried to be. so it was really no surprise when he easily picked up on how insecure you had been feeling as of lately. now, he was determined to show you just how beautiful you are. enchanting, as he put it.

his hands slide down to your thighs, gently urging them further apart, the touch a warm caress. it causes your breath to hitch, anticipation coursing through your veins.

"do you want me to stop?" he asks, his breath ghosting over your skin as he speaks. he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it come from your pretty lips.

you instinctively shake your head, eyes silently pleading with him in the mirror, begging for more. it's cute, he thinks, but it's not what he wants from you.

"words, sweetie. i need to hear you." he says, teeth nipping at the soft skin of your neck in a teasing manner.

"no, don't stop," you breathe, turning your head to look at him. your eyes flicker down to his lips for a split second, and he has to fight the urge to surge forward and close the distance, to greedily claim your mouth with his own.

"want you to keep going, please." there's an air of desperation to your voice now, and it nearly causes him to groan.

who was he to tell you no when you asked so nicely?

he noses along your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume, cherry and vanilla — his absolute favorite.

he stays like that for a moment before his lips are on your skin, trailing soft kisses down to your shoulder, stopping once they reach the strap of your nightgown. as much as he wants to just rip the damn thing off of you, he's determined to take his time with you, to show you how beautiful you look when you fall apart for him.

you watch in the mirror as he reaches up, slowly pulling the strap down your shoulder, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

he kisses his way back up your neck, tongue occasionally flicking out to taste you, before moving to your other shoulder. ever the tease, he toys with the strap, clearly in no rush. but before you can get impatient, he slides it down, the action causing your nightgown to drop.

the silk fabric pools at your hips, leaving the top half of your body completely exposed. you try to turn your head, try to avert your gaze from the mirror, but sylus doesn't let you. he wasn't going to let you hide. not this time.

"ah, ah, i want you to watch." he reprimands softly, hand coming up to grip your chin, guiding your shy eyes back to the mirror. "don't make me tell you again, kitten." he whispers darkly, his authoritative tone sending heat straight to your core.

heat flares on your cheeks as you stare at yourself, your embarrassment still evident, but you don't look away. the two of you lock eyes in the mirror, and he can't help but smirk.

"look at you," he breathes, voice laced with a hint of awe. his hands slide down to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. he takes it as a sign to keep going.

"so pretty, baby. so soft, too, fuck." he hisses, his grip on you briefly tightening, like he's struggling to hold onto the remnants of his self control.

and in complete truth, he is. the sight of you, flushed and wanting, desperately seeking his approval, is doing more to him than he originally thought it would.

one of his hands travels further down your body while the other comes up to caress your jaw, thumb teasing at your bottom lip, a silent demand.

you obediently part your lips, taking the digit into your mouth, tongue swirling around it to taste him. he rewards you with a soft groan, the sound adding to the wetness between your thighs.

almost as if he senses your growing neediness, the hand that was resting on your stomach grabs ahold of your nightgown, pulling it down the rest of the way. he tosses it across the room, and neither of you bother to see where it went, too occupied with each other to care.

without command, you spread your legs further apart, encouraging him to touch you. what was once embarrassment had now melted into arousal, leaving you more turned on than you would like to admit.

maybe the mirror wasn't such a bad idea after all.

you gasp as his hand cups your clothed cunt, palm applying a delicious pressure to your clit. you can’t resist the urge to grind against it, chasing the small amount of pleasure it offers, greedy for more of it. while sylus doesn’t say anything, you can feel his chest rumble with silent laughter.

“thought you said this was embarrassing? i take it you’ve changed your mind?” he questions, pulling his thumb back from his mouth so you can respond. he wipes your saliva along your chin, smearing the mess into your skin. but you can’t bring yourself to mind, not right now at least.

“mhm,” you say, nodding lazily. 

before you can get too carried away, though, he pulls his hand back. you make a noise of protest, already missing his touch, but he gently shushes you.

"patience, kitten," he chides playfully, finding your desperation more amusing than anything else.

he hooks two fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs in one smooth motion. this time, he does groan. the sight of you, wet and wanting, is almost enough to undo him right then and there.

"fuck," he curses lowly, and then he's touching you.

his fingers slide through your folds, gathering your wetness, before settling on your clit. his other hand rests on your thigh, ensuring your legs stay spread while he rubs small circles on the sensitive bud.

he stares at you in the mirror, watching every expression you make, committing it to memory. as much as he wants to drag this out, he also wants to make you cum, just so you can see how pretty you look when you shatter in his arms.

he speeds up his motions, causing you to gasp, your back arching against his chest. it was good, so good, but it wasn't enough.

"sylus," you whine, his name falling from your lips like a plea. you lean back against him, staring up at him with a soft pout. "want more, please. want your fingers," you beg, and he chuckles.

"you have them, sweetie," he presses down harder on your clit, the action causing your hips to jump, which only seems to amuse him more.

tease.

you huff, frustrated. "want them in me, not on me." you say, tone leaving no room for argument.

any other day, he would've made you beg for it, wouldn't have given in so easily. but tonight was supposed to be about you, and he was feeling rather generous, so he decides to indulge you.

"yeah?" he breathes, a teasing lilt to his voice. before you can answer him, he's pushing two fingers into you, pumping them in and out at a fast pace. "want them here, in this messy little cunt?"

"yes!" you mewl, eyes clamping shut as he curls his fingers inside of you, causing them to hit the spot that made you see stars behind your eyelids. he gives your thigh a squeeze, a silent warning, and they flutter open again, gaze returning back to the mirror.

"you have no idea how much i love it when you're like this," he rasps, his breath ghosting across your neck, the sensation making you shiver. his fingers remain relentless as he speaks, leaving you feeling dazed, unable to keep up with what he's saying.

"can feel how much you love it too, kitten. you're dripping everywhere, making a mess all over my pants." he stops talking for a moment, letting you hear just how wet you are. it was obscene, the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you, but it was also hot.

"my perfect, messy girl." he murmurs, his voice more affectionate now. "so fucking perfect." he punctuates his words with a kiss to your shoulder, gently sucking on the skin to leave a mark behind.

it was all too much. his fingers, the sight of yourself in the mirror, the praise. you couldn't take it for much longer.

"close," you gasp out, unable to form a coherent sentence. the heat in your stomach, the pressure between your hips, was utterly overwhelming, but you still found yourself seeking out more. you just needed one last thing to push you over the edge, that was it.

"i know, kitten. i can feel it," he grunts, fingers continuing the same relentless pace inside of you, palm pressing against your clit. "squeezing me so fucking tight. go on, then, make a mess on my fingers." he encourages, sucking another mark onto your skin. it's enough to have you seizing up, body pulled taut like a bow string, ready to be released.

when his teeth sink into your flesh, you're sent over the edge.

you cum with a broken cry of his name. your thighs shake from the intensity of your orgasm, but he continues to fuck you through it, unrelenting. he doesn't stop until you're whimpering, until every last drop of pleasure has been milked from your body.

when you reach down, fingers curling around his wrist as you weakly attempt to push him away, he relents. he gently pulls his fingers out of you, pressing a kiss to your neck when you whimper at the sudden loss.

"so good for me, sweetheart." he praises, eyes soft with an affection that was reserved only for you as he stares down at you, taking in your content expression.

you practically beam at the praise, tilting your head to press a kiss to his lips. his clean hand slides up to cup your jaw, using it as leverage to deepen the kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth to taste you.

the brief satisfaction your orgasm gave you doesn't last for long. the heat in your core flares back to life, desperate for his touch once again.

you're shifting in his lap, trying to turn to face him, when you feel it.

his cock presses against the curve of your ass, hard and wanting, the fabric of his pants doing little to contain it. you let out a soft moan into his mouth, grinding down on his hardness just to hear him groan in response.

reluctantly, he pulls back from the kiss. he's breathless, eyes wild and dark with want when he asks, "think you can give me a few more?"

and who were you to deny him?

notes: i actually loved writing this it was so fun, had me giggling and kicking my feet a little bit. sorry (not) for edging you guys at the end </3 i might write a pt.2 if this gets any attention

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the long hair is just canon to me at this point 💔💔 I can’t draw him without it

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sorry for being so obsessed with that little man who lives in my head. as if i have any choice

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"vampire sylus this" "vampire sylus that" yeah yeah love him, but what about vampire mc and human sylus?? HOW ABOUT THAT

cw: vampire!reader, human!sylus, mentions of blood, suggestive content (mdni), sylus being a sweetheart <3

he lets you drink from him whenever, wherever. if he's at his desk working and you're hungry, he'll just pull you into his lap and tilt his head back, letting you sink your pretty little teeth into his neck, all the while he's making phone calls and filling out paperwork.

he keeps his diet balanced, more for you than himself really. if you're going to feed from him and only him, he's going to make sure his blood tastes good. seeing you lift your head from the crook of his neck, eyes slightly glazed over, lips stained with crimson, is its own reward. and when you tell him how sweet he tastes, he melts.

loves it when you bite him. practically begs you to do it more often, especially during sex. if you bite his neck while you're riding him, he's done for. eyes rolling back as a strangled groan escapes past his lips. the first time you did it he almost came right then and there. though, his favorite thing is when you bite his thighs, fangs delicately sinking into the thick muscle. if you want to make him lose control, that's one way to do it.

if you have any vampiric features, he absolutely adores them, no matter how odd they might seem to others. whether it be strange colored eyes, pale skin, unusually sharp fingernails, or all of the above — he adores it. to him, you're nothing but perfect, and your unique attributes only add to your beauty in his eyes.

teases you by calling you his little bat. when you glare at him or growl out a protest he only chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple before murmuring the nickname again, more affectionately this time. (sobs)

notes: this was very self indulgent... i usually don't post but i felt the need to share this thought with the class, hope you liked it! <3