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[lalunanymph]

CAUGHT

☆° syp: caleb catches you jerking off and decides to try something new with you

☆° tw: caleb x fem!reader, masturbating, watching p0rn, suspension, improper use of evol, dom!caleb, unprotected sex, bondage, dirty talk, possessiveness, silly banter, kinda crack-ish at the end, brat taming-ish, 1.8k+ words

☆° dawn says: caleb's secret times affinity 85 has got me feeling some kinda way so i locked in for two hours and wrote this (shame)

Skyhaven is chilly, but under the sheets of your shared bed with Caleb, you’re sweating your ass off. 

It’s not like you to typically be this… well, desperate, but hey—ovulation week can tank even the most disciplined of girls. And you, for sure, aren’t the strongest when it comes to fighting back these primal urges. 

Your fingers make quick work under the bands of your sleep pants, and you’re huffing, panting as your eyes lock onto your phone screen, drinking in the sight of a woman passionately getting eaten out by her Dominant as she’s dangling from the ceiling in shibari. Look—not to yuck anyone’s yum, but you sure as hell didn’t think you’d find something like this hot. 

Caleb and you were still… finding your intimacy footing. He’s gentle and sweet in bed, always paying attention to your needs. He wouldn’t even come unless you were close, constantly edging himself so you two could fall down the precipice together.

Warm and kind, you could never envision him doing something like this to you. 

The woman moans through your wireless earbuds, her hair cascading in magnificent waves. Her Dom grunts, a mess between her thighs, his chin and cheeks slick with her juices. You can tell from how her belly is constricting rapidly that she’s close, and your body surges in a feverish pitch, trying to find your own peak.

When, suddenly, the blanket is yanked off your body and you’re looking right into the wide eyes of your boyfriend. 

Caleb stands, frozen, still in his Colonel uniform. He’s had a hard day—you can tell. He looks deprived of a few hours of sleep, and his shoulders are rigid.

But, the second he fixes his gaze on you, his jaw goes slack. In awe.

You quickly yank your hand out of your pants and remove your earbuds. But, this damn technology had it out for you. The second your wireless connection is disconnected, moans and slurps fill the awkward space between you and Caleb—definitely blowing your cover.

“Crap!” 

With a squeak, you hasten to switch off your phone, mortification washing over you in waves. You scramble to sit up, and as if you hadn’t been edging yourself to an explosive orgasm, you nervously chuckle, unaware of how Caleb’s eyes have darkened. 

“Pipsqueak…” His voice is low, fringed with curious suspicion. “What was that?” 

Before you can change the subject and claim that it’s nothing, the pull of gravity flicks your phone off the bed and into his hand. He knows your password by heart, like how you know his, and when the screen flickers to life, he huffs under his breath.

“So… this is what my naughty little girl gets up to when I’m not home, huh.”

His words send an unexpected thrill down your spine, but you’re too horrified to say anything else, your cheeks leeched off color. 

You stutter, “It’s not what you think—” But, he cuts you off, shaking his head. 

“Boo. Wrong. Means I’m not treating you right,” he chuckles, and tosses the phone back to you. “But, y’know what, I’ve always liked a little challenge, so maybe it’s time we took things… to another level.”

Curlicues of heat shiver down your body, and you throb hotly between your thighs. Stubbornness, however, would be your downfall when you scoff and try to play off the intensity building you two. “Caleb, you big dummy—I told you it was nothing—”

He grips your jaw, gently tilting your face up to meet his. 

For the past few minutes, you’ve been resolutely avoiding his gaze, afraid of what you might find there. But, when you tentatively slide your eyes to meet him, you’re not greeted by contempt or disgust as you originally thought. 

Caleb’s looking down at you with an inexplicable heat in his gaze. There’s a slight tremble in his fingers, though his expression remains deceptively calm. 

“Princess, come on.” His thumb strokes your lower lip. “When have I ever judged you, huh? I love you—” He sounds ardent. Sincere. “I love you and I would do anything you wanted. Anything at all.” 

A fissure of arousal snakes through your veins, lighting you up from head to toe. 

“... anything?” 

Caleb doesn’t hesitate to nod. “Anything.”

… 

Which is how you currently find yourself suspended in mid-air, at the mercy of his Evol. 

Caleb sticks true to the unholy scriptures found on your phone’s browser, on his knees, right between your thighs. 

He does that thing with his tongue you absolutely adore. You squirm in your gravitational bindings and he glances up at you, a glint in his eyes. Hoarsely, he rasps, “You’re so pretty, baby.”

His tongue digs back into your insides, and your warbling cry resounds throughout the room. Caleb’s not gonna stop—he’s gonna make sure the whole of Skyhaven hears you coming.

“Louder,” he growls, and he picks up the pace, slurpin’ down on your folds like it’s his last meal. Fast. Messy. He punctuates the rhythm of his laps with grunts of, “Pretty. So pretty.”

Your pliant body is for him to do as he pleases. Every touch. Every lick. Every caress. Caleb knows what he’s doing—how exactly to drive you wild. This feeling of power and control that comes down on him—it’s heady. 

Addictive.

You’re the sweetest addiction he can never get over. Your body, your sounds.

God, it drives him insane.

The sway of your hips as he bullies his tongue deep into the buttery heat of your arousal makes him grin, shark-like. 

“Enjoyin’ this, baby?” He pauses to whisper between laps. 

You’re unable to move in mid-air. The ends of your hair sway with every tremble of your body. You’re gasping, eyes-crossed, dumb on his tongue. He has your arms dangling at your sides, and maneuvers them over your head with his Evol to really hammer in your helplessness. 

“Pretty like a doll,” he groans, all lustful and thick. Drip, drip. The syrupy gloss of your juices saturate his tongue, and he moans at the taste, like honey and sunshine that comes straight from his favorite fountain. 

Oh, he has it down bad—

Caleb can’t think. Can’t focus past the ravenous hunger demolishing his composure, making him thirsty and hungry for only you. 

And, god do you taste divine. 

His Adam’s apple bulges down on a swallow as you feed him some of your squirt. “There ya go—” he growls, placing a quick smack! on your inner thigh. “Squirtin’ like the ripest peach f’me. Pretty little peach. My pretty—” he rolls his tongue over your folds, swirling it like a madman hellbent on pushing you down the last cliff of your sanity. “—pretty lil’ princess.” 

“Caleb!” Your meek cry doesn’t stop him.

“Nuh-uh,” he moans into the thick of your treacly folds, all swollen and puffy now from his ministrations. “S’not a safe word, baby.” 

You want to hold him. Pull his stupid face up and kiss him senseless.

But, he’s got all the ropes now. You’re just a puppet caught in his web. 

A marionette he can’t wait to fuck straight until she can’t walk.

“Did’cha think I would let you go after that lil’ stunt you pulled, princess?” His leering smirk disappears back between your thighs, the edges of his teeth grazing your trembling, defenseless clit. “Touchin’ yourself like I don’t please you every night—you wound me, baby.”

The raw possessiveness of it all makes you clench down on his devious tongue. Caleb is out for blood, and he won’t stop until he milks you dry. 

He slurs his stake right into the heart of your cunt, lapping at the pearly drops of pleasure oozing right down to the ground. “Anythin’ you want, I’d do it for you. Fuck you on the moon if you want.”

“Caleb—” you whine. 

You’re close—trembling violently. “Caleb, please—inside,” you gurgle. “Inside me, please!” 

He answers your prayers in a split second, cock pushing through your tight heat, up and down, up and down, stroking, thrusting…

He’s as keyed up as you are. The sloppy plap plap plaps of your bodies meeting together makes his pride soar and his balls clench. Caleb digs his fingers into your hips, watching your body undulate in thin air—like a ship rocked apart by a storm with only his cock as an anchor. 

The silver glint of his dog tag slams back onto his chest repeatedly. His abs are coated with a light layer of sweat and exertion. He’s sprinting you to the finish line, both of you keyed up beyond belief—he needs to see you shattering all over him like the finest China falling to the ground. 

“God, you look so good like this,” he licks his lips, dragging his tongue over a spot of pussy juice he missed, moaning when he tastes you again. “Hair all flowin’, body all taut. Imagine if I had you in ropes, baby,” he grunts, gunning for the sweet ending, digging the balls of his feet into the hardwood floor for maximum thrusting. “You’d be—hngnn—under my control.” 

His words snap the fragile crisp of self-control you’re holding onto. 

You come for him, loud and wholeheartedly, and the gusto makes his heart soar, his cock throb—

Warm spurts fill you to the brim, and your shackled-to-the-air legs tremble, your body trembling in zero gravity.

Caleb gnashes his teeth and whines like a mad dog coming down from his high, using the last of his strength to catch you as you both go tumbling to the floor like Lego pieces. 

For a second, the room swims in a pure haze of white light. You can’t feel your feet, or your hands. 

Shit—he’s fucked the soul out of you. 

But, in the ringing silence, you feel his hand gently cradle your head to his chest, and the wayward seed is back on her beloved apple tree. 

Caleb caresses your head, gently leaving kisses on your temple, cheeks, chin. Anywhere his mouth can reach. 

After a moment of silence, you reach for your phone and he raises a brow.

“Seriously? You’re not gonna make a Moments post right now, are ya, Pipsqueak?” 

You flop onto his chest, and rather than being tuckered out like he hoped you would be, you kick your feet up, giggling as you scroll through your phone. “Noooo. Got something else better in mind.” 

He nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your custom-made shampoo you once DIY-ed with him at a fragrance fair. Your excitement re-sparks the flames again, and he chuckles when you excitedly show him your phone screen—showing off a new position where the bepenised specimen has his unimportant half lying down the side of the bed while his female counterpart hops up and down his more important half.

It looks easy enough, and Caleb is surprisingly limber for his size. 

“Supernova, huh?” He squints at the screen, looking deep in thought. “I guess it’s doable—”

You shake your head, tossing him a grin brimming with mischief.

“Oh. I’m not done yet.” You swipe the screen, and it’s an even more complicated position. He inwardly tries not to break. Caleb has indirectly created an insatiable monster.

“Have you ever tried this one~?” 

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[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 🍎

My personal headcanons for Boyfriend!Caleb after what I've seen and read about his character so far. A/N: All my ride or die Caleb girlies if you disagree with anything on this list im not going to argue with you please don't take my word as law. I love y'all dont fight me 💋 feel free to add more in the replies ‼️MDNI‼️ + cw: quick mention of cnc & primal play

[SFW]

wants to be in your skin wrapped around your nervous system and nestled in the wrinkles of your brain ; if this man could glue you to him he would

remembers everything that happened to him and mc when they were lab rats as kids which is probably where his mental health started rapidly declining

Cuddles ! ; he’ll also cuddle you while youre asleep constantly ; doesn’t matter if you’re in his bed, the guest bed or your bed he’ll climb right in and snuggle up

leaves you bowls/plates of fresh fruit and a glass of water on your nightstand

doing backflips if you tell him he can wash your hair for you ; the longer it takes the better

monitors your social media and online presence “You shouldn't post that no one needs to see you naked” “Im wearing a bikini Caleb” “Basically naked”

big on taking photos he wants as many photos together as possible

movie nights and date nights are his shit he’ll alway be down for that ; if you two have a show you watch together he is genuinely hurt if you watch an episode without him

holds your hand even when you don’t want him to ; would quite literally use his evol to hold your hand in place

if you’re sick he's at your bedside 24/7 with medication and home cooked remedies ; will spoon feed you if you let him

uses his body as a wall in large crowds to keep people from bumping into you

will beat the brakes off of anyone who dares to even look at you sideways and when you ask him what he did he’ll lie and smile in your face

PINKY PROMISES ARE LAW

will take you everywhere with him and will also follow you anywhere ; he’d stand guard outside of the bathroom stall if he could

although he does have some bolts rattling around (because they’re not loose they’re fully free) he will pamper the hell out of you ; he’s running you a bath, rubbing your feet and cooking dinner so you have a relaxed night and warm meal

when you do help him cook he’ll stand behind you and cover your hand with his while he guides your hand with the knife

will hold anything you hand him while he’s on the phone

has an entire closet of all the gifts you’ve ever given him

the type to close the door and immediately lock it if you’re in a room alone with him

hates to argue with you ; he’ll do it, but he regrets it afterwards apologizes profusely later with your favorites foods, sweets, treats and things

has to get a kiss before he leaves ; he’s not leaving without it

the type to wrap your arms around his neck when he goes in for a kiss

loves caging you between his arms and his body at any given chance

has to be touching you in some kind of way

the type to tuck you in every night

loves to give you massages because he loves touching you

[NSFW]

needs you to use your words “tell me how you want it” “don’t cover your mouth” “tell me you missed me” “how much?” “right there or right here? Tell me” “open your mouth” “how much do you love me?” “are you all mine? say it”

records your moans so he can listen to them later

pretty panty lover ; buys you lots of them ; loves to have you model them and you’re getting dicked down if you’re walking around the house in them

takes you anyway he can ; favorite position? ALL OF EM mans brain turns to mush just having his hand on you ; a dom that will punish you, but gives stellar aftercare

loves to tease you by getting you wet and just rubbing his tip over the fabric ; slides the panties to the side instead of taking them off because he loves to see them on you

a vocal moaner and a yapper when he nuts ; nuts inside every time makes him feel like he’s claiming you

Intentionally fails no nut November and says “we’ll try again tomorrow” turns you every way but loose for the entire month

massages your thighs and coochie so he can watch his cum drip out of you

a slurper and moaner when he eats it ; eats the pussy and the ass

puts the colonel hat on you

100% into cnc & somnophilia I will not argue with anyone about this ; not a fan of dacryphilia he hates to see you cry

you have to have a safe word because he gets pussydrunk extremely easily

panty stealer ; keeps a pair in his pocket when he goes to work ; clean or dirty doesn’t matter to him

into primal play would chase you through the woods in the Rina Kent - God of War mask and rearrange your guts right there with pleasure

would get jealous of your vibrator/dildo

[tsuyalovebot]

certified mind blower.

explicit sexual content. mdni, ageless blogs dni.

xia yi zhou / caleb x reader. (repost)

cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting. ignore any typos). afab reader. established relationship. oral sex (reader receiving). face sitting. caleb spanks you once. improper use of evol. mentions of unprotected sex & creampie. spitting (he pushes his spit into you. deadass). use of pipsqueak. caleb typical warnings (he's a filthy freak, to no one's surprise). 

mimi's missive: your honor, i have no defense for this one. anyway, it's me again; happy belated valentines. take this while i work on my full-length caleb piece; "this" being total filth. also i reposted this because i noticed way too many errors the first time i posted it. enjoy.

you're watching caleb wash the dishes when you say, "i want to sit on your face tonight."

or, one night, just before bedtime, you tell caleb that you want to try face sitting. 

he was fidgeting the entire time, no matter how calm and gentle he tried to appear while the two of you went over the details. you had no idea if he was nervous because he might end up not liking it, or because he might like it too much. 

(little did you know, he was trying his reaaal hardest to not bust a nut the second you proposed it. would caleb ever admit it? no. absolutely not. he's gotta appear cool in front of you, after all. maybe he would own up to it though, after it's all over.) 

but later that night, while he's tonguing you with that lithe, pink muscle in such a delicious, mind-boggling manner, something is piqued and it isn't your interest. your eyebrows raise with every calculated lick over the crevices, the folds, smooth with spit.

he's kind of a natural at this.

the fingers in his hair now belong to you just as much as the rest of him. "you're weirdly good at this. are you sure you've never tried this with anyone else?" 

it wasn't intended to come off insecure; you tried to deliver it as nonchalant as possible whilst your fingers were busy in his hair. 

he knows better though. caleb peers up at you with those stupidly beady eyes—now, however, they were droopy with a deeply rooted contentment. you feel him smile, loopy, drunk on your flavor. you wonder if he'd willingly let himself be suffocated under your body weight like this.

"hmm?" 

the vibrations would make any person's toes curl, traitorous thighs flexing around his head. the idiot moans in unabashed approval, low and shameless as he keeps his eyes on you. 

one large palm of his takes a greedily handful of your ass, and smacks. hot air is breathed out over your skin, his tongue flat against the tender flesh, drinking up the flood of arousal that soaked your labia. 

"questionin' my loyalty after all these years? when i've got my mouth full of you? i'm wounded," he dryly replies. despite his words, he doesn't sound mad at all. more pleased, if anything, undoubtedly by the way it fed his ego. 

you huff, bottom lip jutting out.  "well, you seem plenty experienced—"

"eh, not really."

caleb's adjusting the position with a tight, guiding grip so you weren't fully seated down on him. blowing onto the perky, swollen hood at the apex of your core. enamored, he was drinking in every groove and fold of your bare sex. embarrassment creeps up your spine with a vengeance so violent, you nearly bolt. 

he muses quietly, "dreams will never compare to the real thing." 

"what're you—"

"ah-ah-ah. talk later. also, weirdly good? what's your basis for comparison, huh?"

caleb pulls you back down, groaning hotly as the taste floods his palate. the ravenous glitter in those smoldering lilac eyes reduce him into something primal, wanting to satiate his most base needs. and that was only possible through you. 

and you're keening above him, hands frantically holding onto the headboard in a series of breathless gasps. it's cute; it makes him internally cheese at his effect on you. unfortunately, you don't seem to share the same sentiment, because you're promptly trying to get off of his head as your stomach tenses.

"caleb," you moan, and some branch of his sanity snaps clean off. 

it shatters when you absentmindedly grind your hips, fucking dragging the folds of your cunt up his chin, lips, nudging his nose, leaving a trail of your slick and his spit on his face. 

a plea from you, "wait, it's too direct—"

shrapnels of iridescent midnight and scarlet spark around your hips, fireworks in the palm of your hands. it takes a moment to register, but he devours the transformation of your expression nonetheless. the dazed look, the confusion, the realization. 

and caleb's the picture boy of arrogance as he activates his evol, forcing you to stay in position. the indignation that sparks in your body is only minimized by the thick, sweet moisture that drips onto his chin, one he's eager to lap up, the ambrosia honeyed in the back of his throat.

the world was truly cruel for ever trying to separate the both of you.

"since when did i say you could move? you can't just get up and leave me here, pipsqueak. surely, you aren't cruel enough to deny me some bonding with you." 

the tip of his tongue dips into the soft hole of your sex, curling experimentally. air humming around your bodies, one arm curled over your thigh, the other hand snaking around to smooth over your chest as he spells his name into your cunt. 

c-a-l-e-b. 

then in morse code, dragged out lines and probes. 

then his last name. 

and m-i-n-e.

"if signing papers at work was as easy as this, i'd have more allies than i have enemies." he hums in satisfaction, utterly lovesick as he drags his sticky lips up to suck on your clitoris, savoring the way your muscles tense and quiver in anticipation of your climbing orgasm. he can't wait to taste that.

"you're just as mouthy down here as you are up there, y'know," he comments, eyelids crinkling into crescent moons. as if he didn't say something so profoundly lewd that it'd make any sex enthusiast blush. 

"you must really like talking to me more than you let on." 

he plants a smooch over your drooling entrance, affectionate, as if it'd silence the little squelching noises it made with every slow contraction of your inner muscles. 

contemplation solidifies into surety on his handsome face, his hungry eyes turning into something more tangy, more mischievous. the crackles of his evol warp around you. 

you get the sudden, immense feeling that you're in for it. that you're in danger.

he presses his mouth up to your core, stare intent and full of a love so potent you think you're gonna be sick. "do you think if i come inside, it'll swallow just like you do?"

the air leaves your lungs. you wheeze, "caleb—"

"you'd let me test it, right?" he asks, voice softened by the need edging behind it. "you're always so good. you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

before you could retort on how he was asking so many questions, you're suddenly being flipped. the world spins, and you mistakenly take it as the end of the entire damn universe, squeezing your eyes shut as wind lashes at your skin and your back hits the cushion. 

when you open them, you're kind of bent. upper body splayed on the bedspread, your lower body awkwardly held up by caleb's arms — thighs still snug on either side of his head. now, he's urgently tucking pillows underneath your hips, angling you up, smearing another kiss onto your cunt. everything done with such fluidity, not an ounce of struggle in his taut, muscular form. 

then he spits, and you flinch. before you could even ask what the hell he was doing, he buries his face into you, tongue shamelessly pushing and pulsing against your spasming pussy — letting his spittle pool in there like a filthy brand. heat boils in your lower belly, burning your skin and you're clenching before you could think it through.

"fuck," he whispers. the rare curse slipping like a prayer from his swollen lips, awe heavy in his inflection. "you really drank it up." 

was the bedroom always this hot?

caleb, once so composed and the epitome of restraint, appeared voracious from this position. and the sight of your cunt squeezing around air, pulling the webbed mixture of his saliva and your arousal into the sinful cradle of your walls. 

gravity is the coil of a snake around your body, and you're the very fruit he's craved. caleb hums, thoughtful and pleased, just before diving back in, "let's find out."

[peter-pumpkin-eater]

Just sit there and look pretty

Caleb x gn!reader

summary: You give Caleb a heart attack with the way you use a kitchen knife.

warnings: one (1) gendered pet name (pretty girl) , fluff

word count: 502

“Hey pip, what you doing in the ki-” Caleb’s sentence was cut short when his eyes landed on the way you were holding a way to big of a knife for cutting slices of cheese. He thinks he’s having a heart attack. In his next breath he’s beside you, his hand covering yours holding the knife and pushing it to lay flat on the counter.

“Wh- hey! Caleb! I’m using that.” You wiggle your hand free and Caleb slides the knife across the counter, well out of your reach.

“Baby please. You’re going to hurt yourself holding it like that.” He gently takes your hand, turning it this way and that to see if you had cut yourself without knowing. “I told you to call me when you want something, yeah?”

“Caleb.” you yank your hand back. “I can make myself food. I’m not incompetent.” You lean past him to grab the knife back, but the shimmer of his iridescent evol moves the knife to the other side of the kitchen. You frown up at him. 

“Let me make you a sandwich.”

“Caleb.” you say sternly. 

“Please?” His voice almost cracks. Puppy dog eyes pleading with you. You curse your weak resolve, folding your arms across your chest, eyes flicking away from his face and to the floor. 

“Yeah, whatever.” Caleb beams. He scoops you up by your thighs and plops you on the counter. A squeak of protest escapes you before being resigned to your fate. 

Caleb is quick to grab everything he needs, moving around the kitchen with practised ease. “Just sit there and look pretty for me? Okay? Okay.” He winks in your direction before continuing your butcher work on the cheese block. You sigh and lean backwards on your palms, kicking your legs as they dangle over the edge. Caleb loves doing things for you. Making you food, running to the shops when you’re craving something, he even used to do your homework just so you could spend more time with him. It’s gotten to the point where he could predict when you needed something before you even voiced it. 

You looked back to the sandwich being built. It was your favourite. Obviously. Everything you like being made by the person you like. You flush. This was stupid. 

“So am I not allowed in the kitchen at all then?” you mumble, making sure to kick your legs against the side of the counter. Thunk thunk. His large hand sliding onto your knee and gives it a squeeze, stopping it from swinging. 

“If it was up to me I would just keep you in your room, pretty girl.” He looks away from your finished sandwich and smirks at you. There was something darker in his eyes, but it vanished just as fast as it came. “I’ll let you help me cook dinner. But, leave the knife work to me.”

You perk up, sitting straighter. “Can I work the stove?” 

“How about you wash the vegetables.” Your smile drops.

“Boo.”

[comatosebunny09]

kismet [ teaser ] | sylus

— summary: “are you going to keep picking at my bed sheets until you’ve reduced them to mere threads?” sylus’ voice startles you, bringing you careening back to the present. the sheet slips from your fingers as you cower like a scolded child, bathed in the imposing aura he emits.  “you could say something. or we could just sit here listening to each other breathe for the rest of the night. take your pick.”

— cw: blood, injury, violence, minor character deaths, language, self-loathing, unrequited (requited) feelings, mdni

— now playing: i got u - austin farwell

Consciousness comes toddling in like newborn kittens. 

You anticipate the sound of birds chirping outside. Anticipate sunbeams kissing your eyelids and the crisp scent of your comforter. Instead, you’re ushered into wakefulness by insistent ticking. By a dull throbbing in your side and by something silken sliding down your bare stomach to pool around your hips. 

Uh-oh.

You jolt up. What a shitty idea that proves to be. White hot pain explodes in your side, anchoring you back down to the bed. Bed? Bed…when did you—

Your vision blurs and bends, adjusting in the low light. You make out discernible shapes and colors from your spot propped against a pillow. The aroma that greets you isn’t one associated with your home. But it’s familiar all the same. Inherently masculine with undernotes of bergamot, amber, and—

Ah, fuck.

Reality barrels in. You wince as you take in the sheets pooled around you. Their texture, their color. You’re surrounded by furniture that isn’t yours but is recognizable. And the ticking is familiar, too, coming from a clock nestled in the corner. 

This isn’t your bed. This isn’t your room. This is…this is…

The clearing of a throat interrupts your internal panicking. You shrink away from the source of the sound, but you soon learn to regret that. The ache from before returns, though not as severe. Still, it’s enough for you to grit your teeth with a hiss leaking through. 

“Sweetie,” warns a murky voice from your bedside—his bedside. You stiffen, the color draining from your face. “If you keep jostling about like that, you’ll reopen your wound.”

A peek in your periphery reveals what you fear—a wash of scarlet and white. 

You rigidly slide back down against his mattress, wishing it could swallow you whole. Wishing you could recede into your skin like a turtle. He’s barely said more than a sentence to you, yet you can sense his vexation as if he’s given you a whole PowerPoint presentation. 

You toy with some stitching in his sheets. Your heart thrums fiercely in your ears. The throbbing in your side can’t compare to that gnarling feeling in your gut. You don’t dare look at him. Don’t have to, irritation rolling off him in waves. He’s pissed if the set of his jaw in your periphery is any gauge. You would be, too, if you found yourself like that. 

You fucked up. And you don’t think any amount of groveling will fix this. 

—

It was a routine negotiation. 

Well, you had hoped it would be. 

You weren’t at all surprised when it went south; Niko was known for being a greedy bastard. Not only did he want the military-grade weapons you were selling in Sylus’s stead. But he also wanted to keep his pockets full. Figured he’d bump you off while absconding with the goods and money.

Naturally, Niko sicked his men on you. One by one, you took down hulking thugs, your instincts and Evol guiding you through the fray. It had been a minute since you got your hands dirty. You wanted to savor the moment, the purpling of your knuckles, and the thrill of a good fight. 

Caught up in the action, you hadn’t noticed one of Niko’s men charging you with a machete until it was too late. He sliced you good, breaking through skin before you could spin out of reach. You grit your teeth against the initial shock, but the adrenaline that spilled through you muted the pain. 

When the henchman drew back for another swing, you used his weight to your advantage, throwing him off-kilter. Maneuvering behind him to pull him into a chokehold, you used that same machete to tear through his carotid. He fell to the ground, his life spilling from him on the concrete. 

You took down the remainder of Niko’s men in a similar fashion, oblivious to how fucked you truly were. When the last of his henchmen hit the ground, you confronted the kingpin himself. Of course, he took off running in the wake of your ire. 

They always fucking ran. 

The bastard was surprisingly quick for an old man, leading you on a chase through the moonlit docks. All the action exacerbated your wound, its severity gradually announcing itself and slowing you down. You finally cornered Niko, dealing the killing blow. Left him propped against a safety bollard, split open and leaking red as a warning for anyone who dared to cross Sylus.

Reality set in as you hobbled back to your bike, the case of weapons and cash cumbersome in your hands. 

You were hurt. Bad. So much that you stumbled into a brick wall in an alleyway. It bit unforgivingly into your shoulder but was a cold, welcome reprieve against your feverish, sweat-slicked skin.

You clutched your side as a visceral pain tore through you. A glance down revealed your blood seeping through the gaps of your fingers, glistening condescendingly in the moonlight.

It was a jagged slice. Tore through skin and tissue, rubbed raw from your clothing. Untreated, it would fester and grow gangrenous, not to mention the blood loss. You didn’t trust yourself to make it to the hospital on your bike. Not when you were near tears, struggling to stay conscious. 

You turned a bitter laugh to the sky, though it was converted into a wheeze. This was what you deserved. What you got for being so complacent, driven to recklessness by your petty feelings. By your need to stay on top and prove your worthiness. 

Your breaths were shallow. Inhaling was laborious, amplifying the pain. You sank to your knees, fumbling your phone from your pocket. The screen was smeared with blood as you struggled to cue up a contact. Thankfully, the receiver clicked to life, a feminine voice lighting up the other end.

“Hey,” you breathed, your cell shakily held to your ear. “Need your help. Dropping a pin.”

You ignored the alarm in her voice at your cryptic words. Didn’t have time for questions, hanging up before marking your location and sharing it. 

Your phone clattered to the ground, the sound of it jarring amid distant cars moving about on the streets and dogs barking somewhere far off. You propped yourself up on the alleyway wall, sucking down as much air as you could. Tried to calm yourself, watching the clouds glaze over the moon overhead—anything to distract you. To nullify the pain.

The ache subsided the slightest bit. With some effort, you divested yourself of your blazer to pack it into your side. The texture gliding against your wound aggravated it. But you needed something temporary to staunch the bleeding until help arrived.

Exhaustion was pulling you under, darkened tendrils furling in your chest like smoke and clouding your eyes. You were about to give in to its inky embrace before headlights flooded your vision, chasing away the dreamlike smog. 

You looked up at the frantic clicking of shoes along the pavement. Chuckled something breathy at the fear sinking onto her face. You didn’t deserve her concern, but having someone fret over you felt nice.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” said Nadia, helping you stand with your arm slung over her shoulder.

Nadia was one of Lux’s bartenders. Could whip up a mean martini and was a faithful confidant. You sometimes called her when you were in a bind. As much of a fuck up you’d been lately, you trusted her never to go running her mouth to Sylus. 

She guided you to her car. You blinked away the bleariness, swallowing past the sand in your throat. 

“Not yet. Gotta…see the bossman first.”

The car door slammed behind you once Nadia eased you into the passenger seat. For a moment, you sat silently, forehead propped against the crisp window as you dripped blood on her tan seat. Shit. You’d clean it up. You promised. 

You watched Nadia round the car with your cases in tow before she slipped into the driver's side. The leather of the steering wheel squelched in her white-knuckled grip. She gave you a tight-lipped look. Wanted to argue, but there was no sense in trying to change your mind. You were stubborn to a fault.

Nodding, Nadia backed the car out of the alleyway and eased onto the street. She kept tabs on you throughout the drive, occasionally peering over to ensure you were still among the conscious. 

You promised you’d see the doc after you reported to Sylus. You just hoped to hold yourself together long enough to see him.

—

Lux’s iron-wrought gates panned into view.

As much as she burned to, Nadia vowed not to snitch, so long as you sought out a medic when you were done. You were thankful for that. She’d kept your injuries under wraps for so long. You didn’t think you could handle inconveniencing your boss with your stupid little wounds. He already had enough on his plate—enough people to occupy his mind. 

Your side still throbbed as Nadia snuck you in through the club’s back doors. She shepherded you into a dressing room, helping you disinfectant and wrap your injury before assisting you with your dress. It was a tight little number. Something to hold your bindings in place, dark enough to disguise any blood that managed to seep through. 

Reluctantly, Nadia left you to your own devices. You’d swept your hair into some semblance of neat in the mirror. Blotted sweat and grime from your face, patting your cheeks to bring back some color. 

You could do this. You’d suffered worse. Mustering up your last vestiges of strength, you stood, ignoring the sticky pull of the gauze against your laceration. You dragged yourself through Lux’s stilled halls, ending your journey at the heavy double doors leading to Sylus’ office. 

It was laborious, pushing them open. You’d sapped the last of energy doing so. Your vision doubled, a thatch of white dancing through the chaos. You barely made out the terror lining Sylus’ features. Barely heard the hurried click of his shoes over marbled floors and the fear hijacking his voice when you collapsed in the doorframe.  

You felt so very cold. But his hands were warm, squeezing your arms like that. He shook you lightly, the scarlet of his eyes glinting through your bleariness. His voice was muddled. He was saying something. Asking something. You couldn’t decipher what. You were tired. Just wanted to sleep. 

You felt pressure on your side. His hand. Heard him suck in a breath, your blood sticky on his palm. Dammit. You thought you’d done a decent job packing your wound. Whatever. You'd do better next time. 

The world fell away as he called your name. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. Tried to answer, but you were already gone, sinking below the depths as if weighed down by cinder blocks.

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Insatiable

Sylus x gn!Reader

Inspired by a gif I keep seeing that I have no idea how I'd find again and my own yearning

Not full smut but contains sexual content

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, implied sexual content, banter, sweat, kissing, cuddling, teasing, licking, marking, biting, swearing

Word Count: 511

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Sylus takes a large gulp from the water bottle. It comes away from his lips with the sound of plastic snapping back into place and his panting breaths. He passes it over to you.

You're both sweaty, sore, and utterly shameless. It's a mystery how many rounds you've gone - though Sylus is probably still keeping count - and the night is still young.

Rivulets of water escape the corner of your mouth and trail the bruised, glistening length of your neck. He turns to lean over you, wasting no time as the flat of his tongue catches the stray drops. He sighs against your throat, leaving little pecks in his wake. "You need a shower, sweetie," he teases.

You chuckle as you stop drinking. "I'd need another one after."

"Mhm. Need help washing your back?"

He dissolves into laughter with you. His nose traces up along your jaw, nuzzles into your pulse and behind your ear. You reach to set the bottle aside on the nightstand, assisted by his Evol when you just can't quite close the distance. "You're insatiable." You grab his hair to pull him away. You're both grinning like fools. He's never looked prettier.

"When you're with me, it's a wonder I have any self-control." You pull harder and he laughs, cute little canines showing and eyes squinting from the pain he loves so much. "You can tap out at any time, beloved," he reminds you with a playful lilt. His eyes seem to gleam in the dim light. "You're just as insatiable as me."

You loosen your grip. "If I am, it's your fault."

He leans heavier into one hand where it presses into the mattress beside you, and catches your wrist before you can even think about pulling it away - not that you would. He holds it tenderly despite it all, holding it in place as he nuzzles into your palm. His face is warm. You'd think he was feverish if you weren't the cause.

"Hmm, I could be worse," he says, nodding to your naked body. "There's still some spots I've missed."

You snort. "Where?"

He hums, pretending to think as he kisses the meat of your thumb, up to your fingers. "Your left ass cheek."

You reach up with your free hand to pinch his shoulder. "You sure about that? ‘Cuz I can feel how sore it is."

"That's not from biting you." He rolls his eyes.

"It's still gonna bruise."

"Mm, should I kiss it better?"

"I can think of better uses for that pretty mouth of yours."

He huffs a laugh. "Such as?"

You comb your fingers through his hair, pushing his sweaty bangs from his face. He's so receptive to your touch. His eyes flutter slightly, head tilts into your hand, breath stutters. It's addictive just to see all the little reactions he has.

He's pliant as you cup his cheek and draw him close. He interlaces your fingers together, holds your connected hands over his rapid heart, and tilts his head to meet your lips and the languid pace you set.

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Hi Cora !

I'm new here, >\\\\\\<, and I couldn't resist asking if it's possible to request from your Valentine's Event, Fem!Reader x Sylus + The Emperor ? If it's okay ?

Thank you so much.

And good luck for all your stories ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

sylus x f!reader (can be read as gender neutral), power play, cw choking, very suggestive, sylus calls you angel wc: 0.6k words ❥ valentines event (requests still open!), co-written with @venustrvck a/n: hallo kat!!! thank you so much for participating!! i presume the creative freedom was given on purpose so we went with power play and made it suggestive :>

Sylus so rarely exerts any kind of power over you. He lets you run as far as you want, only hoping that you will eventually return to him. He gives you as much space as you need, regardless of how much he longs to draw you back in.

Except you want him to.

"You can be selfish, you know." You tell him one night, one of your knees nudging into the space between his legs as he lazes into the sofa. "You can take from me, if you want."

"Careful there, angel." His hand runs up the side of your thigh, a teasing warmth through your clothes, ruby eyes glinting. "That's a dangerous offer."

Your hands cup his face, gentle fingers ghosting over the high of his cheekbone. He lets you, always. Lets you touch him as you please, without restraint, without any move to protect himself.

"I trust you." You meet his eyes as you say it, the impact of it not lost to him from the way his eyes widen just slightly. You take his hands in yours, and put them against your neck. He can feel your pulse thrum, your life force in his hands.

There's a switch, then. Because all you know is the way the world spins, a soft oof leaving your lungs as your back hits the sofa.

He doesn't use his hands; lets his Evol hold you down. Instead, he leans an arm against the armrest, looming over you like a predator.

The shiver that runs through you doesn't escape his notice.

"What part of be careful did you not understand?" He breathes heavy as he touches you, exhales with a shudder like it affects him more than it affects you. His hand trails down your body, gripping your waist, pulling down the band of your pants just slightly, revealing a sliver of skin that entices him much more than it should.

You can't move your hands, with the way they're held down by his Evol over your head. So you wrap your legs around his waist instead.

"Take what you want." The bottom of your heel drags up along his spine. "Make me yours. Don't you want to?"

"What I want." He swallows, pressing his hips against yours so you can feel how hard he is. "Is what you want."

"That's not all, is it?" It falls from your lips as a whisper, draws him in like a siren does to a sailor. "You think I can't tell?"

"If you wanted it rough, you could just ask."

"I want you." You tilt your head up towards him as far as you can with the position you're in. "I want you to let go."

There's a sharp intake of breath, released through gritted teeth, almost as if he's in pain. He drops his forehead to yours.

"You drive me crazy." It's said like a confession, like something meant for a wooden booth.

"Show me, then."

He starts tentatively, wrapping a hand around your neck, playing with the constriction until you gasp. His pupils dilate.

"You can be much more dangerous than me."

Against all things, you smirk. "I think you're just losing your touch."

He mirrors your look, then, his lips smash into yours, more teeth and tongue than the gentle kisses he usually gives you, he smiles into it with a kind of pride.

"Am I? Oh, angel," his hands move with surety now, up either side of your thighs, pulling your pants down to wash his gaze over the expanse of exposed skin. "You're about to find out how untrue that really is."

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A Christmas Kiss

Merry Christmas! This is the SFW lots of fluff version, I am tempted to spend my Christmas writing the NSFW version LOL

Synopsis: Sylus told you he never celebrated Christmas, it was never a big deal. But Christmas holds a special place in your heart. Maybe you can convince him?

“Luke, be careful!”

Just as you utter the words you hear something shatter. You close your eyes and try to steady your breathing. You pray whatever Luke just broke can be fixed or easily replaced. You hold your breath as you bring the last box into Sylus’s office. 

“Uhhh… Something may be broken.” 

Luke stands over the box, his hand kneading the back of his neck. Kieran kneels by the box and gently opens it. He pulls out a clear crystal wing.

“You didn’t have an attachment to the angel tree topper, did you?” 

You sink into the sofa and cover your face with your hands. Worst case scenario. That was the one thing you were excited to show Sylus. You knew he wasn’t big on Christmas, but priceless antiques? He would appreciate that. It was a gift from your grandmother when you moved into your first apartment on your own. 

You held your breath to try and stop the sob threatening to escape. You feel the sofa sink next to you. You finally pull your hands away and see Kieran has sat beside you. He gives you a gentle side hug.

“Luke will fix it. Right Luke?” Even with his mask on, you can tell Kieran gives his brother an intense glare. You can’t help but let out a tiny chuckle.  

“Uhm… yes. I’ll go find the hot glue gun. It’ll be good as new, promise!” Luke picks up the box and hurries out of the room.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t make it worse. Sorry Ms. Hunter.” Kieran gets up and heads to the door.

“Thanks.” 

You can’t hide the sadness in your voice. You hear the door close and rub your hands together. Why is Sylus’s office so cold all the time when he has a fireplace?

You stand and approach the fireplace to toss in a few pieces of wood. Taking the matchbook from the mantle you light the kindling and watch the fire to flicker to life. As the warmth washes over your face and you finally feel yourself smile. You still have a lot of work to do and plenty of decorations that are not broken. Sylus will be back in a few hours and you want his office to look like Christmas threw up all over it. It’s time to get to work. 

You approach Sylus’s gramophone. You always found it funny how Sylus had such an old school record player, but the look he gave you when you suggested an upgrade told you it meant more to him than you realized. You pull out the Christmas Classics vinyl from one of the boxes. While you knew you should wrap it, you couldn’t let this particular present for Sylus go to waste. You place the vinyl on the turntable and gently lower the needle. The soft melody of White Christmas floats through the room and you shiver with excitement. 

Over the next two hours you carefully move folders and trinkets aside to make room for snow globes and tiny nutcrackers. You can’t help but giggle at the nutcracker you made just for Sylus. Tara dragged you to a Christmas crafting class and was teasing you the whole time as you struggled with the sheer red tool and ruby sequins. 

The nutcracker has white hair, red sequin eyes, a black suit with swirls of red. Of course, you had to include Mephisto somehow. Fortunately, someone in the class had a shifting evol and helped you shape the helmet to look like a crow. More red sequins and some silver and red glitter made Mephisto shine. You chose the nutcracker with the bent arm so you could wrap the sheer red tool around its hand to symbolize his evol. 

After the class, you were inspired to make more Sylus inspired Christmas decorations. But you also wanted to use some of your classic Christmas decorations too. You spent an hour packing some of your favorites before heading to the shop to buy some supplies for your crafting projects. 

The snow globe was filled with soft white snow and a replica of the pouch you made for him during your impromptu adventure to the grasslands. There were five stockings on the fireplace mantle. Sylus’s name in bold black letters against the bright red fabric with little crow pendants sewn in. Yours with bold purple letters and the plushie pins you won at the arcade over the summer. Luke and Kieran had stockings as well, but when you had told them your plans they begged to decorate their own. Luke went with pink letters and polar bear pins while Kieran went with blue letters and reindeer pins. You hoped they’d be put up every year, starting, hopefully, one of many traditions for the little family you’ve made here in the N109 Zone. The last stocking was a baby stocking with a single black crow painted on the baby blue fabric. Mephisto, once again, would be thrilled. 

The mantle was also adorned with garland wrapped with soft white lights, red candles in crystal Santa candle holders. The Christmas tree was delivered right on time and you made sure to take extra precautions to avoid the base leaking after watering. Sylus once told you the carpets in his office were handmade - you were not risking ruining those. It was a challenge to hang the lights and red and silver ornaments on your own, with the tree being over 10 feet tall, but you wanted it to tower over Sylus. Thankfully Luke and Kieran agreed to let you finish decorating alone after the angel mishap and found a stepladder. Luke was still trying to fix the angel, but you could tell it wasn’t going well from the updates Kieran was giving you. 

You hung the wreath made of dark red Poinsettias above his desk. Twinkle lights framed the bookshelves. Fuzzy Christmas blankets and pillows lining the couches and chairs. You sat on the couch admiring your work before looking through the box at your feet for any final additions. Sylus would be home any minute and you wanted to change into a Christmas sweater and be in the kitchen baking cookies when he arrived. You found a small box with a few floral pieces. One stuck out to you, it was a cluster of mistletoe. 

You wouldn’t need that. Or… maybe… You had been dating Sylus for a few months now, and while you were relieved he was taking things slowly, you were also wondering when he’d take the next step. Or was he waiting for you to take the next step? You were anxious and didn’t want to ruin anything. But this was your first holiday season together and maybe this was the perfect time to take that step. Staring down at the mistletoe in your hand, you square your shoulders and rise to your feet. 

You drag the stepladder to the door of his office, you confidently climb the steps and stretch your arm up to secure the mistletoe to the frame. Just as the mistletoe is secured, you hear it, the doorknob jiggles and you don’t have time to react before the door swings open. The stepladder tips and you feel yourself fall. But you’re only airborne for a moment before you land in someone’s arms. Sylus cradles you to his chest, the look of surprise on his face almost makes you laugh. You’ve never seen him caught off guard before. 

“What a surprise. I was wondering why Luke and Kieran were trying to keep me out of my own office. You’ve been busy, sweetie.” 

You watch as he takes in the room around him, still holding you close. You finally release a shaky breath and giggle as he blinks rapidly taking in the new decor. You dare to glance just above him to make sure the mistletoe is still secure. When your eyes flick back to Sylus’ he is staring at you. You can feel your cheeks warm under his gaze. He raises a brow and before you can distract him he looks up. 

“I have a lot to show you! I made some decorations just for you and I was going to bake some cookies. Tara also taught me how to make the best hot chocolate, I thought we could make that. And I brought some Christmas movies, did you hear the music? I got you a record and --”  

You were rambling, you couldn’t stop yourself. Sylus looks down at you in his arms, a smirk forming on his lips and a brow raised. He finally cuts you off.

“Mistletoe? Are you trying to tell me something?”

You are absolutely trying to tell him something, but you didn’t want to be this obvious. He wouldn’t have seen it immediately if you hadn’t fallen from the ladder.

“Of course not! It’s just a decoration!” 

Sylus smiles at your rushed explanation. You wonder if he’ll read between the lines and take the hint. You hung it up, you are ready for the next step, for your first real kiss with him. And if you’re honest, so much more. You held his gaze, falling silent. But instead of leaning in, he drops you to your feet. And he turns to walk further into the room.

Your heart hammers in your chest. He knows. He has to. You tried to make it seem like it wasn’t significant. But you knew he preferred it when you were direct with your intentions. He was punishing you. Your hand moves on its own and you grab his arm before he can move further away from you. He turns back to look at you and you stare at him silently, trying to convince yourself to just do it. Just be bold. If you see something you want, take it. 

“Something you want to say, kitten?”

You’re done waiting, you push up onto your toes and put your arms around his neck. Your lips press against his, gently at first. You’re not sure what washes over you, but you feel brave and powerful. You take his lower lip between your teeth and pull him to you. His hands find your hips and he pulls your body close. You feel his chest vibrate as he grunts in approval. You feel nearly delirious when you finally pull back. He must feel the same, with his ears turning red and his eyes misty.

His arms wrap around you and he pulls you back to him. His lips crash into yours now, you could tell taking it slow was the last thing on his mind. You thread your fingers through his hair. His hands move down to the back of your thighs, he lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist. You hear the office door close behind you before you are carried into the room. You feel heat across the right side of your face and you turn your head, allowing Sylus to dive into your neck placing kiss after kiss. You’re in front of the fireplace, the heat from the flames damn near suffocating as you try to catch your breath. 

Sylus lowers to the floor, he positions your legs over his lap. One of his hands holding you upright while the other caresses your cheek, explores your thigh, your ass… He kisses you fervently, his tongue tracing your lips begging for permission. You can’t help but smile as you finally let him in, his tongue tangling with your own. It feels like hours before he finally pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I knew you put that up for a reason…” His voice is breathless and raspy, making you giggle. Let him be cocky about being right, you know now more than ever, that you have this man wrapped around your finger.

“I didn’t realize we’d end up making out in front of the fireplace, I would have put some pillows down here.” 

“Use me as your pillow then.” 

He shifts and lays back on the floor, settling you on top of him. Your hands placed firmly on his chest, his hands rubbing your back ever so slightly sending tingles down your spine. You feel your stomach tighten as you stare at him. This man, he is feared by so many, but you have never felt safer. You want to stay here, laying on top of him in front of the fireplace, forever. No one vying for his attention, no Wanderers to fight. Just the two of you. 

“Sylus…”

He puts a hand behind his neck, lifting his head to look at you better. You almost choke on your words, you were just thinking about how you two were taking things slowly and now… You wanted more. But would he want to?

“Yes, my beloved?” 

You loved when he called you that. He started using it more often after getting back from the grasslands. And every time you catch yourself thinking about what life would have been like if you both had stayed. What would you be doing right now?

“I know what I want for Christmas.”

“Oh? But you said ‘No presents Sylus, I mean it’ just two days ago.” You roll your eyes to avoid blushing at his impersonation of you. 

“I changed my mind.”

“Alright, what do you want?”

“You.” 

He stares at you, his eyes wide with surprise. His ears start to turn red and you know he’s thinking up a snarky comment to make you just as flustered. But not this time. You weren’t going to lose your nerve, you were on cloud nine and didn’t want to let this moment slip away.

“You. Your time. Your space. Even your silly comments that drive me crazy. I just want you. And only you.”

You’ve never known him to be speechless, but he doesn’t even try to say another word. His lips pressed together, his jaw clenched. His eyes burrow into yours and you watch as every wall he built up comes crumbling down. Just like you feel entirely safe with him, he feels entirely safe with you. He caresses your face and you drop your gaze, feeling the weight of your confession hit you like a tsunami. He lifts your chin to look at him. 

“You’ve always had me.”

His lips find yours once more. You hold his face with your hands, sighing deeply as his hands drift from your waist, to your hips, lower and lower…

“I FIXED IT!”

You pull away from Sylus in a rush and you both look over to the door of the office. Luke and Kieran stand in the doorway, it seems they are frozen as they take in the scene before them. You, laying on top of Sylus on the floor in front of the fireplace. They start to slowly step backwards out the door when you spot the angel in Luke’s hand. 

“Wait! Oh my god! You did! You fixed it!”

You roll off of Sylus and stand up. Eagerly jogging around the couch to them. 

“Yeah, it wasn’t easy and it, ughh… might not be like it was.” He hands you the angel timidly.

You inspect the angel. The bumps of the dried hot glue and the tiny cracks and chips that couldn’t be repaired. You hold it up to the light and glance behind you, spotting a tiny rainbow square on the floor.

“It’s perfect.”

Luke sighs, relieved. Kieran pats his shoulder and tugs at his jacket urging him to follow him out of the room. Luke nods his head and skips out of the room behind Kieran, closing the door as he goes. Sylus walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach.

“An angel?”

“A tree topper. An antique from my grandmother. I thought you might appreciate it being, well… unique, vintage? It’s my favorite.” 

“Then it’s my favorite too. Let’s put it on the tree then?”

You nod, not bothering to hide the smile on your face. He lifts you and places you on his shoulder. He holds onto your legs as you lean to settle the angel on top of the tree. Once it is secure, Sylus bends to let you hop off. You look up at the angel as Sylus wraps his arms around you once more. You hold onto his arms at your waist and lean back against his chest. You feel his heartbeat, always racing, but steady. Sylus leans down and places a kiss to your temple before whispering into your ear.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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Maybe dawnbreak! Zayne eventually finds a way to get to the world he 'dreams' about, and meets the mc. (yandere tho???)

Oooh I love this idea!!!! Thank you anon!!!

Hope you enjoy 💕

The Reaper's Embrace

Dawnbreaker! Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight yandere/possessive elements, possibly ooc Zayne/Dawnbreaker (I tried my best)

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

Something was wrong with Zayne.

When you left work to find him waiting for you outside the building, a strange sense of unfamiliarity washed over you, as though your subconscious was screaming about a danger your brain couldn't register. Which was absurd, right? Zayne wasn't a stranger, far from it.

Maybe it was the clothes he was wearing. The sleek, black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the long, dark coat he wore over the top blended seamlessly into the night. He looked intimidating, almost scary, his imposing form striking an eerie resemblance to that of the grim reaper.

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind, "I'm being ridiculous! It's just Zayne, so what if he's dressed a little differently. I must be even more exhausted than I thought" after mentally reprimanding yourself, you make your way over to Zayne, ignoring the unsettling chill running down your spine.

"You must've gotten off work early today if you're here to pick me up! Sorry if I kept you waiting" you greet him warmly, soft smile on your face despite the increasing paranoia building inside your mind.

Zayne doesn't respond, his eyes that are usually filled with a tenderness and warmth now appear cold and lifeless, but there's a hint of something else in his gaze, something almost crazed and predatory. It makes your blood run cold, as if the ice of his evol was flooding your veins. It's as though you're in a trance, your mind is begging you to run, to get away from the man in front of you, but your body won't respond, frozen under the intensity of his gaze.

Zayne takes a careful step towards you, one hand slowly reaching out but stopping just short of touching your cheek. He hesitates, as though he's afraid to actually touch you. And he is. He's afraid that this is just another dream, a cruel trick his mind is playing, and the moment he touches you, you'll disappear, slipping through his fingers like the early morning mist.

Zayne has dreamt of this moment for so long, thoughts of you haunting him, consuming every fibre of his being until the only thing he could think about was you, you, you. For years he had been forced to watch you through the eyes of the doctor, taunted by the other version of himself that got to hold you.

But not anymore. Now that he had finally found his way to you, he wasn't going to let you go. The doctor could never love you the way he did. You were a ray of sunlight that broke through the darkness that shrouded his life. You were his saviour, his guiding light, you were his.

As Zayne's hand hovers inches from your cheek, you feel a shiver run down your spine, a primal instinct urging you to flee. But you're rooted to the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from his intense, icy eyes. With a trembling breath, you brace yourself for his touch, unsure of what to expect.

Finally, his fingertips brush against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, but beneath the surface, there's a palpable intensity that sets your nerves on edge. For a moment, the world falls away, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his touch, the way it sends a rush of conflicting emotions swirling through your mind. Fear, desire, uncertainty—they all mingle together in a chaotic symphony that threatens to overwhelm you.

And Zayne feels it too. The warmth of your skin underneath his cold, calloused fingertips is enough to cloud his mind with desire, all thoughts of logic and reason are forgotten as his eyes darken. The tender hold he had on your cheek turns into a bruising grip of your jaw, his other hand encircling your waist, pressing your body tightly against his, strong arm preventing you from escaping. Lowering his face beside your head, 'Zayne' finally speaks, warm breath fanning over your cheek. And although the smooth, deep voice is familiar to you, the darkness of his tone has your body trembling in fear.

"I've waited for this moment for so long. Finally, you're mine. And now that I've got you, I'm never going to let you go."

[aly4khq]

CHRISTMAS CHAOS

sum : rafayel and christmas

warnings : fluff, sassy!rafayel & wax burning + evol usage, edging, bondage, sex, belly bulge, praise, aftercare

rafayel who is the most dramatic person when it comes to putting up a christmas tree no matter what you do.

— "what do you mean these aren't sapphire lights?! it literally is!!"

— "no, it's some ugly blue and it doesn't match with my sapphire baubles."

— "...fuck you and your sapphire ornaments."

— "woah, that is highly offensive."

rafayel who put a smaller version of his christmas tree in the two corners of the bedroom just to the christmas spirit is in your room as well.

rafayel who reminds you all the time that christmas is near and he was something planned out for you.

rafayel who takes you for a ride to many christmas tourist destinations and attractions to get you prepared.

rafayel who gifts you many clothes and different christmas themed pyjamas to wear on christmas day, making sure that it fits you perfectly before purchasing.

rafayel who gifts you a present every day until the 25th, where he makes sure that you two have the best christmas together, on his balcony in the bedroom.

rafayel who makes sure that you wear the clothes he picked out, a beautiful crimson strapless dress that came up to your mid thigh, ruffles on the bottom, his intials on the belt that came along with it.

rafayel who has fireworks personalised to you that go of exactly on 00:00 of the 25th that spell out you and his names with a big love heart that had an arrow — that part that stuck out was the end of a sword to represent your swordsmanship and the other end was a paint brush with a dolphins tails around it to represent his art.

rafayel who ties you up naked and decorates you with many lights and designs, leaving a beautiful star on your head whilst holding a vibrator to your needy pussy.

rafayel who holds a wax candle to your chest in that same position once you were all decorated and burns the end with his single finger, watching the drops of red and green wax colour your smooth skin.

— "you're so submissive, are all humans this obedient?"

— "please?...mhm..."

— "please what?"

— "please touch me..."

— "i've touched you enough, maybe you need a break."

rafayel who makes sure to edge you until you feel like you're about to die if you didn't get his dick in you instantly.

rafayel who pressed on your stomach whenever his dick makes a bulge on your lower abdomen, shushing you when you cry out from it.

rafayel who fucks you ruthlessly after you beg, your legs over his shoulder, his dick lost in your pussy as he tells you how pretty you looked in those clothes he picked for you and how good you were for him.

— "you're gorgeous...that red really brought out your eyes..my pretty girl,"

— "rafa—hah! shit, you need to— you—"

— "shhhh...silly, you don't need to speak."

rafayel who goes for so many rounds until you finally become stupid on his dick.

rafayel who cleans up your dripping pussy with his tongue and fingers before leaving you alone for the night.

rafayel who gives you the best aftercare that you could've asked for; putting ointment on the small burns of the wax, massaging your muscles, fixing your messy hair, washing your face with a brand new cloth, giving you water (and food if you're hungry) and wishing you a merry christmas.

date made: 9/11/24

© aly4khq, i do not give permission to plagiarise, translate or copy my work

[starmocha]

I don't normally share active wips, but since I mentioned in a previous post how Lost Oasis has a scene similar to one I had written in a wip I've been working on, I've decided to share it. I may scrap it or I may rework it to align more with the canon material.

This wip is basically an intimate (emotional and sexual) Sylus/Reader sexy domestic slice of life fluff, because I have needs. Really bad needs. 🥺👉👈

The scent of your peach body wash had become more familiar each night, the sweet fragrance clung to Sylus’ body after every shower when he would climb into bed with you. Your hands traversed his bare torso, gliding over smooth skin as you furrowed your brows. “Like what you see?” he teased, but when you didn’t react, Sylus reached out, lifting your chin to meet his concerned gaze. “What’s wrong?” “You don’t have any scars,” you murmured, your hands still skimming over his body in examination. “You sound disappointed,” Sylus quipped with a deep chuckle, but he paused almost immediately when you looked up, staring at him with a worried expression. He was quiet briefly before speaking more seriously, “A benefit of my Evol, if you will.” “Then…how many times have you been injured?” “Does it matter?” he looked at you with a gentle smile, reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. You appreciated the affectionate gesture, but it didn’t mask the fact that he was pointedly ignoring your question. You nodded firmly, refusing to let this conversation end. Sylus looked conflicted. “It’s a good thing you can’t see any scars,” he insisted. You touched his bicep. “Were you injured here?” He sighed, and nodded. “Yes.” You looked frantically around his body before your hand randomly touched his right shoulder. “Here?” “Yes.” Your mind continued to race with increasing anxious thoughts. You touched his thigh. Sylus nodded. You reached up and touched his chest, your hand near his heart. You paused, your face paling, already knowing the answer to this one. It had all happened so quickly, and even now you could still feel your finger pulling that trigger. Sylus grabbed your wrist, pulling away. “Don’t think about it,” he said firmly, “I did it.” “But…” His hands held your face, pulling you to him, capturing your lips to swallow your words. You felt like you were choking, his kisses suffocating you as your mind was in turmoil from both the guilt of what you did and the painful knowledge of never knowing how often he was injured or how severe they were. Sylus broke the kiss when he felt you sobbing against him. He looked at you with concern, not understanding what had led the two of you to this point. Instinctively, he pulled you into his lap, surprised when you lay against him almost instantly, your arms wrapped around his body, cheek pressed against his chest. He could feel the trembles in your body, knowing you were barely keeping your emotions in check. “I’m not hurt,” he said, fingers already threading through your hair as comfort. “I know,” you whispered back, tightening your hold around him. You could barely keep your voice steady, afraid that just one wrong word could break this dam and unleash all of the tears you were holding back. “But,” he started, peering down at the top of your head, “this is nice.” You looked up curiously, meeting his soft crimson gaze. He leaned down, his warm breath ghosted over your lips, making you shiver even more in his embrace. “Having you worried about me,” he said, elaborating further, “Caring about me.” Sylus drew your lips to his again, this time gentler, more tender. You responded, hearing a pleased hum from him as his hands moved down your body. “Sylus—” He guided your hands back to his body. “I just hate to see you cry over me, sweetheart.” You blinked back your tears. [INSERT EMOTIONAL COMFORT SEX SCENE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN YET LMAO]

[snowballseal]

Cauterize

Rafayel X Reader (LaDS)

Summary: An outdoor date gone wrong leads to Rafayel needing to find a way to save your life. The only solution - he has to use his evol to stop you from bleeding out.

Word Count: 2591

Warning: mentions of blood, injury, violence, Rafayel uses his fire evol to cauterize your wound. Don't know why my brain needed so desperately to write this...not going to think to hard about that honestly.

It's a whole lot of angst with a comforting ending.

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It was meant to be a fun adventure.

That was all. Rafayel had admitted he hasn’t had many chances to explore the mountains around Linkon, always too busy with up-coming exhibits or commissions. You, of course, couldn’t let that stand.

So you did what any partner would do. Plan a picnic at your favorite hiking spot. You found it while you were still training for the Association, driven outside by the stress of your studies. When you stumbled upon the little lake, it became your safe place, your sanctuary from the chaos of life.

It was a perfect plan. You made the lunch, packed plenty of water, you even convinced Thomas to push everything off for a day so that Rafayel wouldn’t have to think about any of it.

It was perfect.

But little seems to stay perfect in your life.

“Watch out!”

Rafayel ducks just in time to avoid the energy blast from the wanderer. You raise your twin pistols, getting a few shots in before it darts into the trees. Heart racing, you dart over to the artist, your eyes tracking the rustling leaves as it moves around you.

“You okay?” You ask, voice tense.

“All good, cutie,” Rafayel huffs, brushing off his pants as he gets back on his feet. With a flourish of his hand, a dagger appears, glinting in the dappled light coming through the trees. “Let’s finish this quickly so we can still enjoy our picnic, yah?”

With a terse nod, you focus back on the eerie growl rumbling through the trees. Both you and Rafayel brace yourselves. Everything goes absolutely still for a mere moment.

Then the wanderer lunges.

The two of you fight with a practiced harmony, taking turns attacking, defending, moving in tandem like a dance between the trees. The leaves rustle under your boots. Your guns warm against your palms. The sound of Rafayel’s fire crackling in the air, followed by a pained roar from wanderer.

You get so caught up in the pace of it, in the instincts driving your muscles, pulling the triggers, spinning you round and round and round as the wanderer tries to evade you in the trees. You don’t notice the rock. A small rock. A rock that shouldn’t have mattered.

Except you step on it just right to have your ankle twist and give out under you.

Except it gives the wanderer just the right opening to take one last, desperate shot.

You can hear the energy sizzling through the air. You can see it, almost in slow motion. Yet you don’t have time to think before you feel the pain searing through your body. The blast slams you back into a tree, your body hitting the bark with a harsh ‘crack’.

And you crumble.

“(Y/n)!”

Everything freezes. Blood. So much blood. The dark vermillion stains the fallen leaves littered around you. And you’re not moving. Rafayel feels stuck, eyes wide, panic curling like a noose around his lungs, so tight he can’t breathe.

Please. Please. Please.

It feels like an eternity before you let out a low, pained groan.

The tiniest flicker of relief sparks in Rafayel’s chest. It lasts only a moment, though, because you don’t get up. The sight of you lying there, stark pain tightening your features, makes all the blood in his veins freeze over, an icy cold washing over his senses.

It’s not slow or drawn out. In an instant, all emotion slips from the Lemurian’s face, leaving nothing but an apathetic god, eyes smoldering with a vicious kind of anger. An anger that would burn the world down if it meant keeping you safe.

It happens in the blink of an eye. A mere flick of his wrist. The wanderer howls as flames consume it, burning it and its protocore to mere ash to be carried away by the breeze. Not even a single leaf is left singed in its place.

And Rafayel is at your side before the ash can even dissipate.

“(Y/n)? Hey, come on, open your eyes for me, cutie.”

You let out a low whimper, bleary eyes barely opening to meet his concerned gaze. Well, what you assume is his concerned gaze. It’s hard to make out, everything blurring before you, your head spinning. It makes you feel sick, and all you want to do is close your eyes again, to escape all of this. But you can feel his warmth, feel his fingers insistently pressing against your cheek, anchoring you, giving you something to focus on besides the pain searing up your side.

Rafayel mutters a curse. You’ve already lost a lot of blood. He takes a quick survey of your wound, a wide gash along your side. It wouldn’t be life threatening. As long as he could stop the bleeding.

Another curse passes his lips. Rafayel turns desperately back to your face, cupping both your cheeks with steady hands despite the panic digging into his chest. His heart squeezes at the pained whimper you let out.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” His voice, another anchor. You focus on his low timber, his words reaching you as if through a thick fog. Still, you try to understand him, eyes set on his lips. “We just need to stop the bleeding, then you’ll be okay. I’ll call the emergency line after. We just need to stop the bleeding.”

But how? Rafayel racks his brain, trying to think of something, anything that might help. He can’t fail you, not when you’re looking up at him like all you care about is him being there. Not that you’re hurt. Not that you could be dying. His eyes flicker briefly to the side.

They catch on a tree, the bark burnt from one of his attacks.

Rafayel pauses.

What a horrible idea. And yet-

Those ocean eyes flicker back to you, pained. You stare back at him, brow knitting together, chest heaving, a question on your bloody lips.

“I’m sorry.”

Rafayel holds a hand to your wound. And then you’re screaming. Eyes clenching shut, your body nearly lurches off the ground as a new pain sears through you, hot and sharp like a blade digging into your flesh. Tears race down your cheeks as you try to draw away from it, away from him, but Rafayel presses his other hand to your shoulder, pinning you to the ground. 

You let out a shaky sob, fingers wrapping desperately around his wrist, and Rafayel almost breaks, almost stops. The smell of burning flesh is not an unfamiliar scent to him, but knowing it’s you, knowing he’s causing you pain, makes him feel sick to his stomach.

He leans over you, as if he can somehow shield you from the pain, forehead pressing against yours. You let out a soft keen and his lips trace across your cheeks, whispering between kisses “I’m sorry, please hold on just a little longer, my love. I know it hurts, just a little longer. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

It takes what feels like an infinity, but as soon as the blood stops, Rafayel snatches his hand away, his fire disappearing. You all but sag against him as the pain finally dwindles, more tears pooling along your lashes, sweat clinging to your forehead.

“All done,” Rafayel murmurs, voice unsteady, hands returning to hold your face. “All done, I promise. You’ll be okay. The emergency responders are coming. God…-”

He sounds close to tears himself. 

You let out a trembling breath, giving his wrist a soft squeeze, “S’okay, Raf…I’m…’kay…”

But everything is fading again. The shock. The pain. The adrenaline. You try to keep your eyes open, try to fight the sudden exhaustion that weighs down your eyelids. Rafayel’s lips quirk into a false smile, smoothing his now trembling fingers over your brow.

“Get some rest. Your body needs it right now.”

“But-” You try to argue, but your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton.

“I’ll keep you safe until they arrive, so rest. Please.” He says the last word so softly, so pleadingly, that you can’t help but give in. Not that you could put up much of a fight anyways.

You keep your eyes locked on Rafayel until the darkness slowly pulls you under.

Your fingers never once leave his wrist.

---

The next thing you hear is the quiet beeping of a heart monitor.

It’s an odd feeling, waking up in an unfamiliar room, most of your body numb from a plethora of painkillers. Your eyes slide open groggily, taking in the white ceiling above you, the gray walls around you, the sleeping Lemurian curled over the edge of your bed, fingers wrapped tightly around your own, as though you might disappear if he lets go. A slight smile pulls at your mouth.

Silly fish...Even in his sleep, he carries the weight of his emotions so clearly. Brows furrowed, lips pursed in a deep scowl, eyelashes fluttering from uneasy sleep. A soft, fond sigh passes your lips, and you slowly reach your free hand to brush a rogue curl from his face.

The moment your fingertips brush his skin, though, Rafayel is awake. He jolts up like he’s been electrocuted, eyes wide, darting everywhere with a panicked urgency. Until they land on you. You blink at him, hand lingering in the air between you. Waiting. You can almost see his brain processing, the colors in his eyes flashing like little buffer signs. Until he realizes you’re awake, actually awake, and it’s like watching a drowning man finally fill his lungs. Then he’s surging back in like a raging ocean wave, fizzling into soft foam as he nuzzles into your palm.

“You’re awake.” His voice is rough and low, thick with disbelief.

“I am,” you rasp and rub your thumb lovingly over his cheek.

Rafayel shudders. He missed this. Your touch. Your warmth. You were so cold when you were sleeping, too cold. But now you’re warm again, so warm. He wants to bury himself in you, to be enveloped by your touch. He needs it. He desperately, desperately needs it.

And yet he holds back.

Because he can’t forget it. 

The sound of your scream still echoes in his ears. It’s like a chain around his body, keeping him locked in place, unable to do anything except nuzzle his face into your hand. It’s like having a pup cowering before you, begging for a scrap of affection but too scared to come closer.

And of course you notice.

“What’s wrong?” You press, fingers drifting down to hold his chin. Your eyes narrow with that look, unrelenting and calculating as they scan his face.

Rafayel flushes under the intensity of your attention. Seems not even a major injury dulls your sharp senses. And he knows there’s no use trying to hide it from you.

“How are you feeling?” But that doesn’t mean he can’t try to evade your question.

“I’m fine. Whatever drugs they have me on are working,” you hum, eyes narrowing further, “Now tell me what’s wrong, Rafayel.”

His eyes look anywhere but at you. Your grip on his chin grows firmer, forcing him to meet your gaze. And it’s awful. Here you are, laying in a hospital bed, dressed in a flimsy hospital gown, worrying over him. How pathetic…

“I’m sorry.”

You frown, “What for, fishie?”

Rafayel’s throat bobs. Wetting his lips nervously, his voice cracks as he whispers, “I’m sorry for putting you through that. I just- I didn’t know what to do and you were bleeding so much. I thought I was going to lose you.”

Oh. Your heart nearly fractures at how broken he sounds, the distress painted across his pale face. He blames himself. For either you getting hurt, or how he had to save you. Maybe both.

What a silly, silly fish…

Expression softening, your fingers return to tracing his cheek. Rafayel quivers under the tenderness of your touch, long lashes fluttering against your fingertips. He soaks up every ounce of your affection despite feeling wholly undeserving of it. His own fingers press desperately into the bed, resisting the urge to reach out, to touch you, to make up for the pain he caused. And that only breaks your heart more.

 “Rafayel, you did nothing wrong,” you murmur eventually, disrupting the heavy silence in the room.

“But-”

“No,” you insist firmly, voice not unkind, but leaving no room for argument, “You saved me. I’d probably be dead if you hadn’t done what you did. I wish you didn’t have to experience that, but you made the right choice. You saved me.”

He hesitates. Rafayel wants to believe you. You would never lie to him, afterall. Not about this. But still-

“Rafayel,” you call, brow perking up, “if you don’t come here, right now, and give me, the living person in front of you, a kiss, then I’ll be mad. I’ve been through a lot today, don’t make me go without my fishie, too.”

That’s all it takes to weaken what little resolve he has left. Rafayel’s lips meet yours in a starving show of affection, those trembling fingers finding your face as if to anchor himself. Every thought, every breath of yours belongs to him in that moment, his body leaning over you, his teeth tugging gently on your bottom lip, his fingers curling possessively through your messy hair. Still drowning. Still aching to breathe you in as if you’re the air his lungs so desperately need.

Yet it’s all impossibly tender.

Restrained in a way you’ve never experienced from Rafayel. And that alone is enough to make your heart melt. How could you possibly love this man so much?

When he draws away, forehead resting gingerly against yours, there’s a smile on your reddened lips.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you want to eat me alive with a kiss like that,” you tease, a little breathless, your eyes practically sparkling up at him. “Are you holding back because I’m injured, fishie?”

His ears go bright pink, embarrassment tinging his cheeks, and your smile only grows. Maybe it’s the drugs making you a little bolder, but you can’t help but reach out and swipe a teasing finger under his lips. Rafayel’s eyes narrow at you, bleeding into something dark that makes your chest flutter.

“Guess you’ll have to be patient, huh?” You don’t relent for even a second, though. It’s a good distraction, from both the minor discomfort starting in your side, and the blame he’s trying to carry. “Do you think you can handle it, fishie? I know how hard waiting is for you.”

“You know, when I gave you permission to call me that, I never thought you would use it so condescendingly.” That adorable pout returns, only making his flushed face look even cuter. 

“Oh, I’m just teasing you,” you hum, tone softening with unadulterated fondness as you reach up to fuss with his curls. “But, okay, I won’t use it like that if you don’t want me to. You know I love you, my sweet, little fish.”

Your words are accompanied by a chaste kiss that has Rafayel weakening again. He lets out a little huff, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in your touch once more. This is what he needed. You. Just you. And now that he knows you don’t hate him for what he did, he can focus on one thing.

Making sure you recover and reminding you just how much he cherishes you. And never letting something like this happen ever again.

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I literally have no idea where this came from. I just got the thought, and I couldn't NOT write it. I love writing fluff, but man, angst just hits different.

Hope y'all enjoyed it! Keep sending in requests, I promise I'm working on those too!

[vilapollo-arts]

dressing up for the enemy

pairing: Sylus x gn!reader

tags: mdni, overstimulation, facefuck, blowjob, consensual nonconsent (mc uses the word "no" and begs him to stop during sex but not their safeword), aftercare, possessive Sylus, (slightly) drunk sex, Sylus uses his Evol during sex, not edited

a/n: you can find the full censored version of the illustration on my twitter @/vilapollo_arts!! Please consider following the account. I'll be releasing uncensored versions of Xavier's and Sylus' NSFW artworks once I reach my goal of 100 followers! And with that, I hope you guys enjoy this fic!!

It takes a lot of patience on Sylus’ part before you even start to get under his nerves. Most of the time, when you do, he bends you over any surface near the both of you and fucks you into oblivion. It mostly happens when the both of you are alone. However, this time, you decide to test the limits.

Sylus was invited to a private party which he asked you to come. Of course, he didn’t invite you just to be a beautiful display by his side. You have a target in that guest list and you need them to acquire some information. It’s as simple as that, so you decide that this is also the perfect time for you to also play around. Of course, Sylus only knows the first part of your plans tonight. You needed his connections for that.

You decide to buy a new outfit for this particular party. It’s not often that you splurge on clothing, but then again, Sylus pays for it anyway. You can blend in with the other party goers and definitely attract two of your targets–the person you need your information from and Sylus himself. The best part is that the type of clothing you bought will definitely rile Sylus up, knowing that you have you other ways to extract information from other people.

You tell Sylus that you’re coming from Linkon straight to the party, telling him that it’s best if the two of you arrive separately so that you won’t scare your target off. You want to surprise the man when he sees the outfit you bought yourself for this party. Sylus instead sends a car over to your place to pick you up and send you to the place of the event.

You decide not to bring your weapons with you. After all, you have Sylus to back you up. If you get into trouble, you trust that that man will not let you be harmed.

You arrive at the hotel where the party will be held. You inform the front desk what you were there for. Showing her your copy of the invitation. The lady nods as you and calls for a bodyguard, someone that doesn’t seem to have the same uniform as the usual guards patrolling the hotel. The man escorts you to where the party will be held, which is at the hotel’s sky deck.

Sylus meets you right at the entrance, taking you from the bodyguard’s hands. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes say it all. You directly meet his eyes as he brings you to an area with less people.

He leans over towards you. “You really outdid yourself with the…preparations you need for today,” he says.

You tilt your head to the side and smile. “Of course,” you reply as you spin around to show him the back. “Business at the front, part at the back. Like it?” you ask, looking up at him over your shoulder.

Sylus chuckles. “You know I prefer it when you don’t have anything at all,” he says, tracing his fingertips on your back. “Perhaps, after your mission, I can take you in my room and help you wash the blood off of you?”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you fully face him. “Don’t worry about that. No blood will be shed tonight,” you say. “At least, not by me,” you continue in your head.

“That’s a little disappointing, but I guess that’s one less problem to worry about,” he replies. “I’ll leave you to go do your thing now then. I do have other matters to take care off as well.” He almost leans down to press a kiss on your forehead, but one of the guests suddenly comes over. He takes a step back and gently picks up your hand. “It was nice meeting you, sweetie.” He winks as he presses a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “It was nice meeting you too,” you reply.

Sylus’ hand lingers before he finally lets go of you and walks away. Once he blends in with the other guests, you put your mask on and walk towards the crowd as well. You look around among the mingling crowd and spot him at the bar, talking to someone. You decide to saunter over to the bar. As soon as you take your seat right beside them, you feel the two men eye you up and down. Well, if your clothes were enough to rile up the leader of the Onychinus, of course it will also catch the attention of other people.

Your plan is to make him come to you first, which is not really a hard task considering he shooed away the person he was talking to and turns to you.

“Good evening,” he greets, inching his seat closer towards you.

You smile back. “Good evening,” you say sweetly.

“Henry,” he introduces himself and offers his hand for a handshake.

You shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” he asks.

“Aren’t you going to buy me a drink first?” you ask, reaching your hand out and pressing your hand on his knee.

He smirks, amused. “One drink for them please. Put it on my tab,” he tells the bartender. He turned towards you with a wink. “Well, there you go. Aren’t you going to tell me your name now?”

You smile as you take the drink from the bartender. You take a sip and nod in satisfaction. You turn back to him and introduce your fake name.

“Are you here with someone? I doubt someone as eye-catching as you would come here all alone,” he says.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you reply, leaning forward closer to him. “No one will come and suddenly drag me out of here in a body bag, won’t they?”

From the corner of your eyes, you can see a familiar figure standing a few feet away, staring at the two of you menacingly.

Sylus’ fingers twitches. Without even using his Evol, his piercing gaze alone is enough to probably kill the man. Still, he wouldn’t want to get in the way of your mission. Perhaps once you’re done with him, he’ll send over the twins to take care of him. He’s not usually a jealous man, but he sees the way this man is putting his arm around your waist currently. It doesn’t help that he sees you glance over your shoulder and meet your gaze as if challenging him.

He huffs out a laugh, pressing his tongue against the inside of his right cheek. He downs the whiskey in his hand and places it down on the table before forcing himself to look away.

Throughout the party, you're glued right beside that man. Sylus, on the other hand, tries to ignore you. And it frustrates you because it seems like he doesn't really care that another man is parading you around as if they own you. Despite being disappointed and mad that Sylus isn't giving any attention towards you tonight, you still focus on feeding Henry’s ego so he would eventually spill the information you need from him. And you get to deal with Sylus right after. Or maybe, you will have to pour your frustrations on this man before going back to Sylus.

Unbeknownst to you, Sylus has actually been keeping an eye on you. Even though he’s trying to do his own thing, he still makes sure that you don't leave his periphery for more than 2 seconds. And he’s getting quite concerned with how quickly you're downing your drinks. You still remain the same composure as you had before but Sylus can see how you're starting to slow your movements and even letting the man get more and more handsy towards you. All of that, he’s able to hold himself back. All he could think about is breaking the man’s fingers and skinning his arms so he gets to be reminded to not touch what isn’t his next time. However, he composed himself.

What his breaking point is when the two of you start to leave the area with you pulling him back into the hotel. He rises to his seat and contacts Kieran and Luke to ask for information about the man’s room. Not a minute later and he receives the information that he needs. He knows that you can still handle yourself, considering how you seem to be the one pulling the man behind you. However, it still took a lot of him to not to immediately follow the two of you.

He leaves the party and follows the two of you after five more minutes and heads to the room that the twins have told him.

He arrives at the guest’s suite. He uses his Evol to unlock the door and lets himself in. There's no one to greet him at the door or the living area. He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears because that means the two of you are in the bedroom. A part of him knows that you can handle yourself, but at the same time, he knows that with your current state, you’re still you may still be taken advantage of.

He immediately heads towards the bedroom, slamming the door open.

As soon as he opens the door, he’s greeted by your figure straddling your unconscious target on the bed. You jump at the sound of the door opening, so you immediately lift your gun to the direction of the door, directly at Sylus.

Sylus is unfazed by the gun. He leans against the wall and throws a smirk your way. “If that man wasn't already unconscious, I would've sucked the light out of his eyes and I would’ve deeply enjoyed watching him go limp,” he says.

You lower your gun as soon as you hear his voice. You throw your legs over the body underneath you and hop off of the bed.

“You got what you needed, kitten?” Sylus asks, watching you sway as you walk towards him.

He slowly snakes his arm around your waist and lets you lean against him for support. “No,” you sigh.

Sylus furrows his brows. “What? Was he not the one holding the information you needed?” he asks, brushing away stray hair from your face. You don’t respond right away, so Sylus speaks again, “That’s alright, sweetie. Let me take you upstairs to my room first. You need your rest first.”

“No,” you protest, struggling to look up at him. Your face breaks into a smile in that same second. “What I mean is,” you wrap the end of his tie around your hand and pull him down towards your face, “you.” You then glare at him. “You weren’t paying attention to me all night. You don’t like my outfit?” you ask.

Sylus raises his eyebrow. “For a trained Hunter, I’m kind of worried that you haven’t noticed my attention being on you all night, sweetie,” he says, tightening his hold on you. He looks back at the unconscious man on the bed. “You didn’t notice how much I want to snatch you away from that man and show who actually owns you, kitten?”

You swallow. You don’t know what he actually means by that. However, all you mind could think of is the most unholy things Sylus could have done to you at the party, right in front of everyone. Your legs, which are already feeling like wet noodles, now feel much weaker. If Sylus’ arm isn’t currently around you, you would’ve already collapsed on the floor.

Sylus seems to notice this. Suddenly, he sweeps your legs over the floor, carrying you bridal style. The corner of his lips curve upwards. You yelp and immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s get you out of here. I’ll let the twins take care of the garbage.”

As he brings you to his own suite, you can’t help but start to feel the insides of your thighs become moist. Your whole body is heating up. The way he’s carrying you as if you weigh nothing at all definitely doesn’t help the thoughts entering your mind.

The elevator is empty when the two of you enter. “Here, let me put you down first,” he says before gently letting you stand on your own two feet. He pulls out his room card and presses it up against the sensor to activate the elevator before pressing a button. As soon as the doors close, Sylus suddenly turns to you and picks you up under your thighs before pinning you against the elevator’s wall.

“Sylus!” you gasp as his hands start roaming on your skin. His touches are rough and possessive, squeezing your arms, waist, and thighs. He buries his face on your neck, his tongue tracing the path from your jaw to your collarbone. He bites down on the area where your neck and shoulders meet. Your whole body shudders.

“You riled me up all night, kitten,” he whispers, voice heavy with lust and possessiveness. “I can’t help but think that you definitely did it on purpose.”

You throw your head back against the wall as Sylus’ fingers travel up your chest and start playing with your nipples, flicking and squeezing them through the fabric of your clothes. The world around you is blurry. All you can feel are his tongue and hands on your skin. You don’t even realize yourself wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding against the tent forming on his pants. You can feel his thickness from just rubbing yourself against him. And all you could think of is him manhandling you as he’s fucking you.

“Please, Sylus,” you whimper, your fingers running through his well-kept hair and gripping them in between your fingers.

Suddenly, Sylus pulls away from you with a smirk on his face. “We’re almost at our floor,” he says. He puts you down and fixes your clothes for you.

The elevator dings and the doors open. He ignores the pleading expression on your face and sweeps you off of the floor once again and into his arms. He walks towards the only set of double doors on this floor. Inside was a luxurious suite, much bigger than the suite you came from. However, you can’t really focus on the grandness of it right now considering that you’re drunk and really, really, really horny.

You swallow as Sylus brings you to what you guess is the bedroom.

“Stop squirming,” Sylus tells you, looking down at you with an amused expression plastered on his face. You can’t help but think that this man has some kind of trick up his sleeve.

As you enter the room, Sylus puts you down on the king-sized bed. He loosens his tie and takes off his suit. You can’t help but bite your lower lip as you watch the muscles on his body move. He hovers over you, planting his hand against the headboard and the other right beside your head. He holds your eyes with his intense gaze. His eyes travel down your body, stopping at your squirming thighs.

He looks back to your eyes and smirks. “I know you, kitten,” he whispers. His breath has a hint of alcohol in it. It feels like he must’ve drank a little more than usual tonight as well. “You don't usually have the need to use that pretty face of yours on your missions. You're smarter than that. Usually, you only use all of this,” he lifts his hand from your side and traces his fingers on your cheeks down to your lips, “when you need something from….me.”

His thumb traces your lower lips. You take his finger between your lips and sucks it lightly, keeping eye contact with him. “And what if I did?” you ask. “What are you going to do about it now that another man has laid their hands on me?”

Sylus’ jaw tenses. He lets out a deep breath with a chuckle. “I already have that man dealt with. The only thing I only have to deal with is you.” He takes his thumb out of your mouth and lightly slap your cheek but still hard enough for you to feel the sting.

He stands back and pulls the chair near the window closer beside the bed. He sits down, legs spread and gestures for you to come to him. “Get up and show me who you’re actually supposed to worship.”

Without waiting for a second, you stand up and are about to approach him but then, a black smoke comes out of nowhere. Before you realize that it's actually his Evol, the smoke pushes you down on your hands and knees.

Your palms and knees sting from the impact, but the pain is actually welcome. If anything, it only adds to the arousal already present between your legs. You crawl towards him, looking up at him through your lashes. When you reach him, you try to lift your hand but the black smoke keeps your palms planted on the ground.

“Keep your hands and knees where they belong,” he says, looking down at you.

You obey. You lean forward and use your lips and teeth to unbutton and unzip his task, which isn't an easy feat. You keep eye contact with him as you take the hem of his underwear between your teeth and pull it down slowly.

“Oh, fuck,” Sylus curses.

Sylus’cock springs out of his underwear, slapping against your cheek. The tip is already glistening with his own precum.

He chuckles. “I can't get over how my cock is as big as your face.” He holds his cock against your face, rubbing it against you. “Now, take it down your throat like a good little kitten.”

He helps you line his cock to your lips and you immediately take his head in your mouth. Your tongue circles around the tip and you moan as soon as you get a sweet taste of his arousal. It’s just his precum and yet it’s already so thick. You can't help but wonder how much he is going to make you swallow. Inch by inch, you take him in your mouth.

Sylus above you watches as his shaft disappears into your mouth. He places his hand behind your head and guides your head forward, pushing his cock further in your throat. He grits his teeth, stopping himself from shoving his cock down your throat. He knows that's what you also want, but he first needs your spit all over his cock so he can fuck your mouth mercilessly without stopping.

You look up at Sylus and his head is leaned back against the wall. The tip of your nose soon touches his stomach. You can feel your throat being spread wide open by his girth. On the other hand, Sylus bites down a string of curses as he feels your throat tighten around his shaft.

He loosens his grip on the back of your head and you pull back, leaving only the head of his cock inside before swallowing it whole once again. You start bobbing your head along his shaft. Without the help of your hand, you do your best to make sure that you swallow the entirety of his cock every time while meeting Sylus’ eyes at the same time.

And Sylus loves it. He loves the way your cheeks become hollow as you suck on his cock. He loves the way you gag occasionally when you accidentally hit the back of your throat with his cock. He loves the heavy breaths you're taking through your nose. Most importantly, he loves how you're shaking your ass in the air as if imagining that he’s fucking you from behind.

Oh, he will give you just that, but for now, he has to fuck your face first.

He grabs the sides of your head with both hands, stopping your movements. And without any warning, he starts fucking your face.

Sylus watches as your eyes roll back as you take his cock in your mouth. Spit starts to bubble at the corners of your lips as he pumps his cock into you.

Sylus’ Evol disappears around your wrist but you don't move. You know that he removed them so you could tap him whenever you needed to breathe or if he became a little too rough.

But you know you can still take it.

Your face is immediately a mess. Your own drool slips down your chin and down your neck. Sylus starts to move your head to meet his thrusts. You ball your hands into fists when Sylus fully buries his cock in your mouth and keeps your face pressed against his stomach.

He doesn't move, keeping your head down. Your eyes start to roll and you attempt to pull your head back but his hands won't budge.

“You know what you should do, kitten,” he says, voice raspy. Even he is out of breath.

You let him hold you like that for a few more seconds before you began frantically tapping his thighs. Sylus immediately lets you go.

You pull your head back, gasping for air. Your tears start to roll down your cheeks, mixing in with the mess of your saliva.

Sylus cups your entire jaw with one hand. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he mumbles before slapping your cheek. His eyes travel down to your thighs and he smirks. “You like that don't you? You like choking on my cock, kitten?” he asks.

You bite your lower lip as you smile up at him, either alcohol drunk or cock drunk, maybe both. “Uh-huh,” you reply.

“Such a good kitten. Open your mouth for me.” You obey, opening your mouth with your tongue out. Sylus spits into your mouth and you happily swallow it down.

He then wraps his hand around your neck. “Stand up,” he orders. He tightens his fingers on the sides of your neck as you stand up. He pushes you backwards, towards the bed. And when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Sylus throws you down.

He climbs on top of you, He takes the fabric of your clothes in his hands and rips it apart. He chuckles at the gasp that you let out. He wraps both of your legs around his waist before pinning both of your hands on your sides.

Sylus keeps his eye contact with you as he slowly moves his hips forward, lining his cock to your hole. His cock easily penetrates your entrance. Your jaw drops as your back arches. You close your eyes, sighing as Sylus' cock pushes against your insides.

But then, Sylus pulls out and buries his cock inside of you in one thrust, pushing a scream out of your throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, kitten,” he demands, pressing his whole body forward, folding your whole body in half, pushing his cock deeper into you.

You cry out and immediately open your eyes, meeting Sylus’ dark gaze. “I’m sorry,” you whimper.

He smirks. “I forgive you for that, kitten. However, you still have something to be sorry for.”

You furrow your eyebrows, confusion painting your face. “H-Huh?”

“I know that you set this night up on purpose. Aside from that mission of yours, you also took this opportunity to make me jealous, didn’t you?” He lets go of your other hand and wraps his fingers around your neck once again. He squeezes, harder than his grip earlier. “Didn’t you?” he repeats.

“Y-Yes,” you squeak. “I did.”

“Wearing that gorgeous outfit, purposefully catching the attention of each and every person in the room. You really took a huge risk just to rile me up, huh?” He laughs. “Such a naughty little kitten.” You see the glint in his eyes before your vision is suddenly covered by the black smoke of his Evol. With your vision clouded, you flinch when you suddenly feel Sylus’ breath against your ear. ““Perhaps I should give you a reward for going such lengths just to get on my nerves. Don’t expect me to hold back though, kitten. I’m gonna fuck you the way you want so fucking good that it’s going to feel like a punishment. Cry all you want, let the whole hotel hear that sweet voice of yours, but I’m not gonna stop until that slutty little hole of yours takes the shape of my cock.”

His deep voice feels like it’s caressing your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your body.

“You know your safe words, right?”

You nod.

“I need you to speak up, kitten.”

“Yes, Sir,” you say out loud. “My safe word is crow.”

“Good kitten.” You feel his soft lips against your forehead.

And when his lips pull away, he immediately starts pounding into you.

He isn’t holding back, staying true to his promise, giving you exactly what you want. His thrusts are hard and rough and his hands on your neck, tightening around you. Your head starts to become woozy. Your body feels light and the only feeling you can focus on right now is the way his cock is drilling into your tight hole. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, not that it matters because he has your vision blocked as well.

Your screams do nothing but fuel Sylus’ thrusts. His eyes remain on your face, which has the messiest and most beautiful expression right now, making his cock harder than it already is inside you. He feels like he’s about to burst. As much as he wants to fill your stomach up with his thick cum, he still has to break you.

As his cock keeps on hitting that sensitive spot inside of you, it doesn’t take long for you to reach your first orgasm. Your back arches, pressing up against Sylus’ torso. Sylus grunts above you as he feels your walls suddenly grip onto his cock. However, this doesn’t faze him at all. Despite being in the middle of an orgasm, Sylus keeps on fucking into you. He does remove his hand from your neck though, letting you cry out loud. He moves his hand on one of your legs and brings it from his waist to his shoulder.

He leans over, using his free arm as a support and fucks you deeper. That immediately brings you to your second orgasm.

“Sylus!” you cry out. “It’s too much! Please stop! Oh god! Oh fuck!!”

He slows down a bit, swallowing your screams with a deep kiss. His tongue dominates yours, swirling it around and sucking on your lower lip. “You know your safe word, love. Would you like to use it?” he asks, voice a bit gentler.

You purse your lips and shake your head. “Please keep on fucking me,” you plead. “I want your cock, Sir. Please let me have your cum inside me!”

“That’s right, kitten. I don’t want you to stop begging, you hear me?”

Without waiting for you to answer, he fucks you as rough as he was fucking you earlier. The slapping of skin to skin blends in with your cries. Your whole body feels so sensitive, each pleasure that his cock is sending throughout your body feels like it’s tripled. You don’t know where your hands are going anymore. You’re reaching for any type of anchor you can hold onto.

“I’m gonna cum again!” you cry out. “Sylus, please, it’s too much!!”

“Hold it in,” Sylus orders.

“No, I can’t!” you cry out. “Please…! I can’t cum anymore!”

“Hold it for me or I’ll let you keep coming for the rest of the night,” Sylus warns through gritted teeth.

You bite down on your lips, pulling on the sheets, trying to focus on everything else but the pleasure building up in your nerves. You do your best to relax your entire body, but Sylus starts to suck and bite on your neck. His fingernails are digging into your hips as he grips them in place while he slams his own hips against you.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m close. You better fucking come with me, sweetie.”

Your body automatically responds on its own, immediately tensing up as you feel your orgasm start to build up once again. He lets go of your hips before reaching for your head, slipping his hand underneath, and gripping your hair. He presses a deep kiss against your lips. His thrusts begin to stutter before he fully buries himself deep inside you. Your whole body twitches as you come again for the third time, the sensation elevated because of the feeling of Sylus’ cum inside of you.

Sylus pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You breathe each others’ air as the two of you come down from your high. He lets go of your hair and begins to caress your cheek. He straightens himself and slowly pulls out. He sucks in a breath as he watches his own cum ooze out of your hole. He forces himself to snap out of it and get off of the bed to head towards the bathroom.

You whine at the loss of his warmth.

A few seconds later, you can feel his presence once again. You feel a warm damp towel being pressed up against your hole. You realize that Sylus is cleaning you up, wiping your crotch area, stomach, and thighs. You then feel his arms underneath you and he fixes your position on the bed. He disappears once again and comes back with a new clean towel. He wipes your entire body this time. He cleans the makeup off of your face as well. The whole time, you’re in and out of your consciousness.

Sylus disappears one last time. When he comes back, he lays down beside you. He’s entirely naked this time, but smells like soap. He must have taken a quick bath. He gathers your limp form in his arms, basking you in his warmth once again. You feel his fingers caressing your back. You snuggle up against him and he lets you. The last thing you remember that night is the soft humming of your voice and the soft kiss he presses on your forehead.

“You belong only to me, kitten. Remember that.”

[redbluepurple123]

Sylus & The Claw Machine

Be so for real…

You’re telling me the overlord of the N109 Zone is playing claw machine with you? He set aside overlord duties to get you that plushy you want?

Well, this is my take on how that would go the first time..

Note: I’m still so new to this fanfiction thing! This is my second one ever - I hope you enjoy it! 1K words.

Tags: His POV, pure fluff, a little humor, claw machine moment, Sylus being just a little grumpy, use of “kitten”, that damn crow plushie

Sylus had enough blood on his hands that if he washed them in the Linkon River, the water would run red.

He terrorized entire factions—entire planets—to achieve the things he wanted. He’d buried cities and people and stood steadfast as a harbinger of death to those that stood in between him and his goal.

And he would have it no other way.

That was the fundamental understanding in the N109 zone. Cross Sylus and your timer started. When it ended, well…that was for him to decide, really.

It didn’t bring him joy. It also didn’t bring him discomfort. One could not criticize the lion for having sharp teeth. It was natural. There was order in it. Hierarchy. Only when order was disturbed did the lion kill.

The promise of death was a currency and it paved his path thus far.

So, how could he make an unliving thing pay with its life? This question, he did not have an answer to.

“A little to the left,” you pressed your forehead to the glass, breath fogging it as you spoke

After your three failed claw machine attempts, you turned to him with those pleading eyes and begged for the crow. Of course you could have it. You could have whatever you wanted—the whole inventory of plushies. He’d have them mailed to your house and bury you alive in these critters.

But that suggestion fell on deaf ears.

“No!” You gripped his wrist, just as his dark evol began to envelop the crow. “You have to win it fair and square.”

Sylus blinked at the crow, taunting eyes and stupid neck tutu staring back at him. Then he blinked at you and the pleading on your face destroyed any resolve he had left.

“Alright,” he would make quick work of this, then. Sylus assumed position and aligned the claw just so, perfectly placed to get you the one thing you wanted most which, subsequently, was exactly what he wanted most.

A crow plushie.

Who had he become?

He pressed the button, standing back and crossing his arms in victory as the claw snatched up the crow and carried it over to the drop point—

Only for the crow to fall, just beyond the threshold of the drop.

Eyes flared, lips parted, he was back at the controls in disbelief before he even registered you giggled.

You giggled.

“Is something funny?” He growled, deadly focus on the controls.

You kept your forehead pressed to the glass, staring at the bird. “It’s taunting us.”

Without taking his eyes from the unfortunate target before him, Sylus sipped that fruity nonsense you ordered from the vending machine and nudged the handle bar until the claw hovered over that elusive fucking bird.

One try left. 23 seconds. He took another fruity sip for good measure.

Sylus pressed the button. The claw descended, snatched around plushy and dropped it unceremoniously in the same exact spot.

“Shoot,” you hissed, flattening a palm to the glass. “Oh well. There’s always next—“

Sylus was gone, the rest of your sentence dying in the air.

He returned with a bucket of coins and without so much as a word, slid one into the machine.

“Sylus,” you breathed, grunting as you lifted the bucket—BUCKET—of coins from the ground. “This is, like, a year’s worth of coins, what were you thinking!?”

But your exasperation was cut off by the lights and buzzers of the claw machine sounding. Eyes wide, you dropped the coin bucket with a CLANK and turned to see his smirk on full display.

He pointed to the machine’s door. “Open it.”

And there it was…your crow plushy.

The look on your face was enough to convince him not to light the bird on fire.

“I’m all out of juice and I saw snacks in the vending machine beside it.” Sylus flicked a finger and four coins carried on the dark tendrils of his power flew from the bucket into your hand. “Grab us some? We may be here for a while.”

A small pile of bottles and food wrappers had formed by the time you were asked to leave.

He sent you home with another crow. And the tomato thing that anatomically made no sense. And the dolphin. And duplicates of all of them before he found an attendant to restock the vending machine just so he could clear it out once more for you. A third time to be sure. The manager had to intervene before a fourth time and, had it not been daylight and very public, Sylus would have made an example of him.

But you were glowing with joy, nuzzled into his side, and that, the sensation of your smile blooming on his arm as he won each plushy, was enough to quell the storm rolling inside his chest.

37. You went home with 37 plushies that day, so many, they filled two shipping boxes of them and mailed them to your house—all except for the crow plushy you kept at your side. That, and a half a bucket of coins.

“For next time,” Sylus said, flicking one in the air, pulling you close to him as you walked down the city sidewalk.

“You take this one,” you handed him the crow plushy. “I have the second being shipped to the house. We can each have one.”

Sylus feigned a smile for you and scooped the black bird into his hand. He narrowed his eyes at it, and, if he looked close enough, it was certainly taunting him.

“We could come back tomorrow and try to get more crows,” you said, wrapping both hands around his arm. “I’m sure we could get a whole flock of them.”

“Did you know a flock of crows is called a murder?” Which is what he was nearly about to commit earlier in the day if this crow hadn’t come home with you.

“It’s decided then. I want a murder of crows.”

“For you, kitten? Anything.”

[johnleeswife]

First Meeting

Pairing : Sylus x reader

Warning : Spoiler about Sylus's story

The first time you met Sylus, you felt like he was walking exactly into your trap. Baiting him with an aether core in your heart never felt so easy. Then you met him. His eyes were different than any other, they were calling you. That was when you thought that you were the one who was walking into his trap.

He makes you point a gun at him and makes you choose two voices in your head. Devour him or kill him. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. When the bullet finally pierced through his heart, you felt at ease. As his blood ran, was it right to kill him? You doubt it for a second. Maybe you were wrong all along, but he is the leader of Onychinus what could go wrong?

Here you were unconsciously pressing his wound like it makes any difference. Even on the brink of his death, he was still mocking you. All of a sudden, his evol washed away his wound like it wasn’t any wound in the first place. Once again, you were falling into his trap again. How could he playing with your feelings? You refuse to be controlled by anyone but he controls you like black magic. You hate it. It feels like you are riding his roller coaster and he is the one who controls it, making your heart beat fast then stop so suddenly.

Later then, he forced you to wear a helmet. His eyes didn't even bother to look at you but his action contradicted it, he made you wear a helmet for your safety. Why did he care so much about his hostage? He could cut you open and take the core in your heart if that was what he wanted. But he didn’t. He did use force in everything but other than that he wasn’t hostile, sure there was malice in his eyes but didn’t do anything to hurt you. You thought maybe he was not what he seemed. He cares about you in his own way, which is kinda cute but with a little bit of adrenaline.

And now he is sleeping soundly on your lap. You can’t believe that now only kindness and love in his eyes for you. He’s still teasing you, bullying you and you still don’t know if it’s just a joke or he’s serious or he’s just covering his feelings. Either way, you’re not gonna leave him any time soon so as he. Maybe forever. You brush his hair, admiring his face. “Are you enjoying the view?” he said with his eyes still closing.

“Yes,” you answer him without hesitance. He quickly opens his eyes and then looks at you unbelievably. “That’s weird. You never admit anything about me, you always brush it off”. You giggle and say, “You should get used to it because from now on I will not hold back”.

“I’m never gonna used to it kitten, you never bored me”.