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f1nalgirlz · 1 year ago

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Valentineseve | Jack Thurlow

[ This one is porn w/o plot so if you want fluff it is NOT here ]

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ fem pronouns, fem anatomy, implied cheating, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, Y/n is morally gray, Jack is basically an asshole lmao, slight age gap but it's only mentioned once i think?

˗ˏˋcontent´ˎ˗ car sex, creampie, Y/n is sad, Jack is married, a **LITTLE** angst because ofc there is

1 hour ago, Tuesday, February 13th

Y/n jammed her hands into her jacket pockets, a sigh leaving her lips as she cut down the Valentines aisle. She wasn't exactly looking forward to the holiday, and her mood was not helped by the many other visitors that were crowding the aisle, looking for the perfect gift for their lover. Y/n had nobody to shop for, and didn't intend to change that anytime soon. She only came here because she needed some chocolate to drown her sorrows.

As people filed out of the aisle, she worked her way further into it, chewing her lower lip as her eyes examined the tall shelf in front of her. The shelves were all stocked full, and Y/n had the pick of the litter. There was a wide variety from the different brands, but they all had the same effect on her, memories of her last relationship flooding her mind with bitter feelings. She had no intention of ever getting into a relationship again, but she liked chocolate too much to let an opportunity like this pass.

Y/n scanned over the many chocolates as her mood grew more somber. What did she really have to look forward to anymore? She let out another long sigh, and tried to focus on the task at hand. She scanned over the shelf again, and tried to pick one at random, but the variety was honestly overwhelming. Her sadness slowly faded away and was replaced with annoyance as the realization finally set in. She had no clue what to pick.

With a sigh, Y/N took a step back, hoping to get a better look at the contents on the top shelf, but she was met with something sturdy hitting her back. She quickly turned her head to look behind her, where she was met with icy blue eyes staring back at her. She'd just bumped into someone. Heat rose to her cheeks and her stomach twisted in embarrassment. "i'm so sorry." she said to the man.

The man she had bumped into was tall, his long messy brown hair framing his pale face. He was attractive, and seemed to be a few years older than her. He had a sharp look in his eyes, like he was trying to determine her state of mind. Yet, there wasn't any hint of anger on his face. His eyebrows relaxed and a small smile worked its way onto his lips. "it's fine, accidents happen." he said warmly. All remnants of embarrassment melted away and she smiled.

Present, Tuesday, February 13th

Y/n's chest heaved against the seats of the dark haired man's car, the man whose name she came to find out was Jack. Lewd sounds filled the car, the sound of skin slapping skin as well as the wet sounds coming from her cunt. A choked moan escaped her throat as Jack pounded into her, his hand gripping her hair. After a few more thrusts, a gasp slipped her lips at the feeling of his cock being pulled slowly out. She felt strong hands grasping her skin and moving her body, flipping her over. As her back hit the seats, she was staring up at Jack, whose blue eyes were trained on her red face. He looked more disheveled now, brown strands sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead. Without a word his hands were lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders, once they were firmly in place, he used his index finger to tug her wet panties to the side once again. He smirked down at her, wet doe eyes staring back up at him, before thrusting his cock back inside without warning, punching a moan out of her. A husky moan filled her ears.

She heard a few expletives escaping Jack's lips in mumbles as he started pumping in and out of her already soaked hole. Y/n's head tipped back, falling against the seat, her hair bunching up under her. She only glanced down when she felt hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft skin of them as he hammered into her with fervor. Her eyes actively avoided the gold band that Jack sported on his left hand, instead choosing to focus on the way he was currently hitting every right spot inside her, sending chills down her spine. Lithe fingers found their way into Jacks messy hair, tugging slightly as he continued his eager thrusts, leaning forward to catch her lips in an aggressive kiss. Teeth nipped her lip before being soothed over by his tongue, it felt like he wanted to devour her whole, and she'd let him.

Jack pulled apart after a few moments, a string of spit connecting the two. Y/n's body felt hot, a familiar tug in her lower stomach as her cunt clenched uncontrollably around the taller man's throbbing length. She sucked in a shaky breath, eyes growing watery as she looked up at Jack hovering over her. "you gonna cum?" he asks, almost teasingly with a smirk, before a grunt leaves him. Y/n nodded quickly, head falling back against the seats once again, a guttural moan being forced out of her as Jack kept his pace, fingers finding her clit with ease. Tears pooled her eyes Jack pounded her cunt, using his left hand to abuse the sensitive bundle of nerves. She forced her eyes open, looking up at Jack through blurry eyes. "Gonna cum..." she choked out, hips rolling into his movements lasciviously, earning a chuckle from him.

"Yeah? Cum for me." he whispered into her ear with a smirk, that's what sent her over the edge. Y/n's body shook at the intensity of the orgasm, Jack never stopping his pace, letting her fully ride out her orgasm. A few low moans left him at the way her cunt pulsed around him. That's all it took to send him over the edge, one last sloppy thrust and he was releasing into her, teeth sinking into her collar bone making her roll her hips against him. He groaned, throwing his head back as his hips slowly came to a still. Y/n was still coming down from her high, chest heaving with each breath as she laid there with her eyes closed. Soon, she felt fingers pulling her panties back into the correct placement, opening her eyes she looked up at Jack who was already cleaning himself back up. Y/n took the hint and sat up. She began slipping her pants on and pulling her shirt back into place. "I have to go... but i'd really like to see you another time." Jack's voice pulled her from her autopilot. She nodded at him, allowing him to help her out of the car, stealing one last glance at the inside, not being able to stop the way her eyes caught the bag of Valentines gifts in his passenger seat.

Jack pecked her cheek one last time before climbing into the drivers side seat and starting the car. Y/n walked away, a sick feeling pooling in her stomach.

this is not proof read yet, it's probably ass but😰 i'm keeping my word and doing BOTH since that was the result of the poll.

i don't own the two dividers used creds to: @gigittamic

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doveabovetheworld · 2 years ago

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Kieran Valentine x Male OC

Request: request from and OC made by @Smore_Monster

Tw: none just a touch of angst at the ending though

Summary: Ozzy Moo-ller just became the new kid at Monster High. He meets Kieran Valentine and develops a blossoming friendship with him, not knowing what his past was. Everyone told him what Kieran did trying to warn him about the vampire but he did what he wanted to do.

Word count: 5156

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I walked into my school for the first time with the feeling of anxiety going through my body. I moved from the south all the way to New Salem where my new school is at. I looked and saw monsters of all kinds walk through the Coffin Corridor. Everyone looked super nice but I still couldn’t help but feel a little scared.

I had to meet up with someone named Clawd Wolf since he was going to show me around the school. A tall werewolf with sweet golden eyes came up to me.

“Hey!” He started, “I’m Clawd Wolf. You must be Ozzy Moo-ller, am I right?”

He put his hand out to shake it. I took his hand and we started to walk around the school. He showed me around and let me know where the hotspots for fangouts were. He was really chill and he said that If I needed anything I could ask him.

The rest of the school day went on and I have to say, everyone is super nice. I think I’m definitely gonna enjoy it here.

After a few weeks of moving to Monster High, I made a few friends.

I was walking to Study Howl with my two friends Johnny Spirit and Operetta when I accidentally walked into someone.

“Oh my ghoul!” I said helping him up, “I’m so sorry.”

I looked in his bright rosy eyes for a second, fazed with a feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

“You’re fine.” He said as he walked away, his shaggy dark brown and red hair falling in front of his enchanting eyes before he moved it away.

I stood there for a second taking in the feelings I felt until Operetta shook my shoulder.

“You alright, hon?” She asked me.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I said turning to her and Johnny, “Who was that?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to get mixed up with him.” She said as we started walking.

“That’s Kieran Valentine. He’s awful.” Johnny spat in.

“Why? What’d he do?”

“You should ask Claw what happened.”

We walked the rest of the way to class while Johnny and Operetta would talk about music. I was quiet the whole time. I just couldn’t get his captivating eyes out of my mind. He seems so nice. I don’t know how he could be a bad monster.

After Study Howl I met up with Clawd and Dracularua, his ghoulfriend, to talk about Valentine and what happened between them. Clawd and Dracularua told me how he came to Monster High to steal Dracualrua’s love for power. I couldn’t really believe what they were saying… I mean he didn’t seem like the type of monster to do that.

I said thank you to them and left. On my way to my locker, I saw him again. He was standing by my locker reading a book.

“Hey!” I yelled, trying to get his attention.

He looked up with a puzzled expression. When he saw me, he closed his book and walked over to me.

“Hello,” He started saying, a fake southern accent coming out, “I was waiting for you.”

“What? Why?”

“You dropped this,” He held out one of my pins. I must’ve dropped it when we bumped into each other… He gave it back to me and started to walk away.

“Wait!” I spoke. He turned around. Those beautiful eyes looked back at me. “Do you maybe wanna walk with me to your next class?”

“Oh,” He started blushing and looked surprised that I asked him my question, “You want to walk with me?”

“I mean… yeah. That’s why I asked.”

“Well then I would love too.”

We walked and started talking about random things like where we use to live and things we liked. He was actually super chill.

It’s been about a couple months since Valentine and I became friends and I’ve been getting a lot of warnings from my friends saying how I should stay away from Valentine.

I know what he did in the past and I even talked to him about it. He told me exactly what Clawd and Dracularua told me and how he’s changed. He feels bad about what happened in the past and how he tried to make up for it. He did change, it's just no one would give him a chance.

Valentine and I were walking home from school when we saw Clawd and Draculaura. Clawd and I got into an argument a couple days ago because he found out how Valentine and I became friends.

Clawd started giving us glaring looks. Valentine seemed to be very uncomfortable and upset about how Clawd was looking at us. I know he tries his best to keep his distance from him.

We passed each other and kept walking. Valentine was quite the rest of the way. When we got to his house, he started to open his front door until I yelled his name. He turned around and I immediately remembered how beautiful and charming his eyes were.

“I want to tell you something, Valentine.” I uttered.

“What is it?”

“I really like you man. Like more than a friend should. More in a romantic way and I understand if you don’t like me back but I can’t help how I feel about you.”

“Oh…” He mumbled as he looked down. “Ozzy, I’m sorry but I’m dating someone already. I’m sorry if I led you on or anything.”

I looked at him and felt crushed.

“Who is it?” I asked, trying to keep my tears down.

“Spelldon Cauldronello…”

“Are you happy with him?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well that’s all that matters then,” I said giving a sad smile. I walked away before he could say anything else to me.

I knew him and I wouldn’t be together. No matter how much I like him it wouldn’ happen. I knew it all along and yet I still made myself feel heartache. I guess it’s karma for how idiotic I was, right?

#monster high #kieran valentine #valentine x reader #valentine x m! reader #how do ghouls fall in love

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sugurouge · 15 days ago

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switch up! sylus x f!reader

explicit content, smut, mdni. ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ praise, pet names (sweetie, kitten, princess, dear, sweetheart, my feisty girl), manhandling, size difference, minor degradation, female/male oral receiving, creampie, rough sex, (pussy) spanking, snowballing, multiple orgasms, reader wears a dress & makeup - 4.7k words

synopsis: luke and kieran convinced you to give sylus a special gift for valentine's day! you only had to promise them not to peek inside before your special night. little did you know the harm a small booklet could cause (alternatively: sylus receives sex coupons from his beloved for valentine's day and his ego is bruised)

a/n: this pales in comparison to the actual event

It was your first Valentine’s Day with Sylus, and you could barely contain the excitement bubbling inside you. The bond you have built—filled with layers of trust, passion, and understanding—already makes every day unforgettable, though today was extra special.

As the evening arrived, the anticipation of finally being with him after a long, busy day was almost too much to bear. Sylus had sent you flowers earlier, each bouquet more perfect than the last, and presents that showed how well he knows what you love.

But now, this night was just for the two of you. No distractions. No complications. Just love and passion, the way you knew Sylus would want it.

When he arrived to pick you up, he couldn’t help but smile at you in that way that made your heart skip a beat. You were wearing the dress he had picked out for you—a deep, rich red that made you feel like a goddess; his goddess. It hugged your body perfectly, showcasing your curves in all the right places while ensuring comforting room for dinner.

Upon approaching, you could see the way Sylus’ irises widened as they roamed over you, a subtle yet intense hunger simmering beneath their surface.

─── ❤︎

Dinner had been a tranquil affair, with Sylus insisting on making the evening as perfect as possible for you. He always wanted to take care of you, especially on days like this. When the meal was finished, you surprised him by handing him a small, neatly wrapped gift—something he had not expected. But the beautifully crafted bracelets inside filled his heart with more warmth than he would ever admit.

To openly belong to you, to match with you—it stroked Sylus' ego in ways you may never fully understand. “I will treasure it for the rest of my life,” he promised with a smooth, satisfied voice as he put the jewellery on for both of you, finishing yours with a kiss to your wrist.

It was then that Sylus saw the surprise waiting underneath the box.

You managed to keep your promise to the twins not to peek inside this present, even though they’d clearly told you it was for Sylus; from you to Sylus.

"Give it to boss-man," they’d said, the mischief evident in their voices making it clear that whatever was inside was meant to tease him. "You won't regret it, just trust us!"

Has trusting the twins truly ever paid off for you?

Sylus, ever the confident figure, sat back, looking at you expectantly with one eyebrow raised. His sharp gaze lingers on you before he takes the suspisiciously thin package from the table.

"What’s this, sweetie?" he asks, his voice low, smooth—just his usual nonchalant tone. "Another present? Are you the one spoiling me tonight?"

His fingers expertly unwrap the paper, revealing a small booklet. His eyes narrow as he flips through it, recognizing the contents: sex coupons. Upon that realisation, his lips curl into an wickedly amused smile, but there is a slight edge to it—a flicker of something that almost seems offended, but not enough to break his calm composure.

Why on earth would he need something like this?

Are you trying to tell him something?

Did he not satisfy you with his love and devotion?

But he always made sure to give you everything and more …

Sylus breaks the silence after a minute of racing thoughts. "You think this is funny, kitten?" he murmurs, his eyes glinting with desire as they zero in on you.

Sylus leans back, giving you that all-too-familiar teasing smirk. “Are you trying to tell me I’m not performing to your liking?”

But you can see the challenge sparking in his eyes, the silent promise that he would take whatever ball you threw at his court and turn it into something far more unforgettable.

“I—” you start, though how are you to even explain this mess? It is also your first time seeing the coupons as well.

You are definitely going to make the twins pay for this.

"Well, if it’s a challenge you want..." Sylus trails off, his gaze locking onto yours with that intensity that makes you feel both flustered and thrilled all at once.

He opens the booklet wider, scanning the contents as if weighing each one. The sly smirk on his face grows wider with every flip.

Maybe now is the chance to make amends before it's too late. “Sylus, I had no—” but he is quick to interrupt you, his mind already too far in this little game without a care for who started it.

“You think I need these to prove myself to you?” He leans in over the table of the restaurant, reminding you awfully well of the fact you are sharing this conversation in public. But Sylus doesn’t seem to mind, doesn’t seem faced to admit: “I live to please you, sweetheart,” while his fingers brush over your wrist to trace over your matching bracelet.

─── ❤︎

By the time you return to Sylus’ mansion, the only thing weighing heavy on your mind are impact the coupons had on Sylus. Your intention was to leave an impression with the beautiful bracelets, to have a sweet moment together with your devoted partner.

No wonder you find yourself standing across from Sylus, rooted in the doorway and watching with curious eyes as he pours himself a drink.

The leader of Onychinus makes a return once Sylus sits down at the table in the same imposing room you shared an encounter in before he took you on your first bike ride. The same room you heard witnessed him disintegrate a man for his betrayal.

With those memories in mind, the atmosphere shifts and you’re suddenly fully aware of those predatory crimson eyes raking over your figure above the rim of his whiskey glass.

Sylus watches you, clearly amused by your flustered state. His hand pats his lap, the gesture commanding you to join him. “Don’t be shy now,” he warns with honey dripping from his lips.

The moment you settle on his lap, Sylus wraps his arms around you, pressing your body against himself before reaching your lips in a deep, demanding kiss. His touch is insatiable, pulling you closer and closer, leaving no space for doubts or hesitation.

The feeling of his muscles shifting beneath your touch, the growing erection pressing against you, and the heat of his body drive you to near that insatiable greed only he can bring out of you.

It all makes your head spin.

“You want to play, huh?” He chuckles against your lips, breathes a groan into your mouth as your nails graze his skin. “I’ll show you exactly what I can do, sweetie,” with that familiar predatory tone.

Sylus doesn’t hesitate. His lips crash with yours all over again, taking control as he pushes his tongue past your parted lips, kissing you deep and demanding undivided attention. Your hands fist into his shirt, desperate to pull him closer, or push him away, you’re not sure once air seems to slip from your lungs.

Sylus’ fingers are already working their way up your thigh, his lips come to trace the curve of your neck to revel in the unfiltered reaction in the form of your quiet gasp once his touch slips beneath the hem of your dress, drawing so close to where you want him most.

Truly, not a second is wasted with a man like him.

Sylus’ hold on your thighs tightens, guiding you even closer, against the hard outline of his growing desire. "Is it better now, sweetie?" Sylus murmurs, his eyes darkened with desire as he watches your every reaction.

His thumb brushes against your kiss-swollen lips, and he can’t hide the proud smirk upon the sight of your already messy state. He also can’t refuse to lick off the spit he gathered from your lips, just to see you falter further.

“No,” you protest with a whisper as you fight to catch your breath. But the way you say it, so sweetly, almost as if you’re daring him to do more, has him looking at you with a quiet intensity.

"What? You want me to take you here on the table? In the room reserved for my guests? Aw... how naughty," he coos at you, exposing the whites of his teeth with an all-too-satisfied smirk as he tilts your chin with one finger.

“Can’t we just—” You pause, unable to think straight as the ache between your legs seems to only grow the longer he resists making a move. You shift in his lap, signalling in all the right ways how badly you want to skip the foreplay for tonight.

But Sylus doesn’t budge.

Why won't he budge?

He always does exactly what you ask of him.

The thought makes you act. Makes you chase, hunt. Lips searing his skin as you begin to litter his neck with lipstick kisses and demanding nips while you grind against his surely uncomfortable erection.

Sylus groans low in his throat, even if he tries to, he can’t resist you for long. His hands find your hips, halting your provocative movements just a moment before is patience runs thin. “Sweetie, you can't be serious...”

But maybe that’s exactly what you need. A night without his gentle loving to remember how nice it is to be spoiled rotten by him and the comforts you're usually surrounded. Maybe he should allow some artistic freedom tonight.

Instead of finding words, you let your actions speak and tug at his dress shirt, pull off his neck tie, unbutton his expensive clothes swiftly all to finally get to his bare skin.

Greedy little thing.

Unable to talk but still so eager to get to the good part.

With a sudden shift in position, your back meets the table quicker than your mind could process, an overwhelmed gasp from the impact all you’re able to present once Sylus pushes the straps of your dress down and past your breasts.

He attaches his lips to your exposed tits, grumbling a rough “Entertaining at is, it’s still not enough,” in regard your antics. He devours you; kissing, nipping and sucking along your breasts before popping one nipple between his teeth.

Who is in control now?

You arch your back in reaction, your lips part to let moans float through the air which only seem to grow louderr when you feel Sylus shamelessly grinding against you.

Firm hands reach around your thighs to pull your pussy further against himself before sneaky fingers find their way between your pressed hips, replacing his hard-on quickly in order to push your panties aside.

“Let me thank you for your inspiring present, kitten,” Sylus murmurs before biting into your nipple hard.

You try to find purchase on his body, nails digging into whatever fabric or skin they can find as your pretty pleas for him leave you breathless.

Your panties are snatched off your body in an near painful manner, yet it barely compares to Sylus’s mouth clashing with your pussy. Strong fingers dig into your inner thighs to spread you open for his assault. His sweet-talking tongue finally meets with your pulsing lips, mixing your slick with his saliva.

“I-I’m sorry!” you exclaim in a higher-pitched tone when the tip of Sylus’s tongue circles your clit, applying varying amounts of pressure on the little bundle to have you squirm beneath his lips. Though his broad shoulders keep you on display no matter how much you struggle.

The satisfied smirk on his lips presses against your cunt, and the vibrations of his deep hum leave you no other option but to tug on his hair, your legs struggling to remain open with every kiss and lick from your pissed-off lover.

When you finally open your eyes, you notice his intense stare that seems to have never left your face, basking in the glory he spoils you with as his tongue enters your clenching hole to feel your hips roll against his face.

Sylus’ hot breath against your skin only heightens your senses while his nose applies further pressure on your clit. His mouth is practically glued to your most sensitive parts, lapping eagerly at your folds and suckling your clit relentlessly until he feels your legs tremble in his hold.

But he doesn’t stop. Opting instead to fully drag the flat of his tongue over your pussy until his mouth latches onto your clit. The final nail to your coffin is the sudden stretch when two fingers seem to effortlessly slide themselves inside your convulsing walls.

Your makeup is long ruined, tainted by your tears and clamping hands over your mouth to stifle your frantic moans when Sylus pushes you over the edge.

The sensation has your hips lift off the table, inviting Sylus to grope your ass and push you mercilessly against him, continuing to stimulate your clit beyond your orgasm.

“Stop, stop, stop, please, it’s too much, too good…” you whine, yet your hips still move against his tongue, betraying your protests.

The mirth in his eyes is all he offers you to understand that he won’t stop tonight, that he is not done with you.

Sylus only pauses once he notices you calming down, placing a precise smack against your swollen lips like a writer sets the final words to his proudest work.

You jerk beneath him, almost thrashing in distaste upon your awfully aroused state and the delicious pain he puts on you.

It’s unfair of him to do this to you, to treat you like his toy, to do with you whatever he wishes. It’s unfair of him to unbutton his shirt in what feels like slow motion, exposing his sculpted body like it’s the best present he could ever give to you.

Your eyes roll to the back of their sockets when you hear his belt unbuckle, goosebumps decorating your delicate skin in anticipation of what’s to come.

That is until Sylus handles your body as if you’re nothing more than a feather in his grasp. His hold surely leaves traces as he pulls you impossibly closer. The head of his cock stretches your entrance with ease before he rams himself inside your already pulsating walls, spreading you open on his shaft and drowning in the way you swallow him without much resistance.

His actions steal desperately aroused cries from your trembling lips thanks to the burn he inflicts inside you. You arch up and try to get away from him, but he keeps you exactly where he wants you.

“My f-fuck, Sylus~” you wail, legs clamping around his small waist to suck him even deeper despite the pain. He is always a little too much to take for you, but the pride brimming in his eyes whenever you cream on his cock keeps you coming back until you’re formed just right to take him.

The feeling of your hot, wet cunt embracing his cock so willingly has beautiful groans clashing with your skin as Sylus’s lips attach to your neck. “So tight, so perfect for me...” he pants before his teeth graze your skin, teasing your already sensitive body further before he nuzzles his nose into the curve of your neck.

His soft affections stand in contradiction to his cock abusing your cunt like his personal toy. The way his hips almost painfully snap against your own undermining your strength difference only further.

Your arms find purchase around his shoulders, gently carding through his messy locks as his name falls from your lips repetitively.

A harsh slap to your ass rips a deep moan from you, which immediately shoots back at Sylus, as his cock twitches inside your clenched walls upon your desperate yelps and whimpers.

As your legs begin to tremble in his hold with raised moans falling from your mouth, a realisation dawns upon Sylus.

A chuckle follows, one that proves rather strained since he clearly is affected by the perfect embrace of your walls. “Are you into pain, sweetie?” a mere murmur against your racing pulse while he continously snaps his hips into you.

“And now you're cumming again already?” Sylus victoriously grins against your neck at the obvious answer to his question, your desperate clamping around his cock evidence enough for your nearing high.

Yet you nod frantically, burying your face in his silver strands while your tits bounce against his chest. “Please let me,” you whine.

“Please let you?” he echoes, with his thrusts slowing down to control your climax, bringing distance between your bodies so your fucked-out form is on full display for his greedy eyes.

Sylus takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers to he reveal your face to him. Your trembling lower lip and heaving chest are a gorgeous view, yet nothing compared to your teary eyes while your nails dig into the back of his hand.

“Let me cum, please, Sylus!” you beg in defeat.

Fuck, you've never begged before.

You wish you had the strength to smack him for his confident grin, but he leaves you whimpering instead as he pulls out from your drooling cunt, only letting the tip of his cock rest within you while he basks in your hatred.

“My feisty girl wants to cum so bad…” Sylus muses, mockingly brushing his fingers over your clit and pussy to smear your mixed arousal further. “Go on then, make yourself cum with whatever I offer you. Give it your best shot..” He whispers, the tip of his nose brushing against yours while he guides your hand down to your clit.

And you try, try so desperately to rub on your clit as you clamp around the head of his cock, cunt clearly trying to suck him back in as your hips rock in rhythm with the movement of your hands.

“Sylus,” is yet another attempt to get him to move again.

So he does.

He slaps your overly motivated fingers away from your clit to replace them with his own in the same second he pushes hmself back inside you. Hitting your sweetest spots while he painfully pinches the sensitive little nub to send sparks running through your system.

Your fingers find purchase around his wrist, digging into his skin in desperation, while you want nothing more than to finally come undone.

“You feel so good,” he sighs in exhaustion.

Sylus pushes you over the edge with precise thrusts for you to cream around his cock. You're tugging nearly painfully at his hair as your moans mix with sobs and praise to his name.

"Mh... and you sound so hot," Sylus mumbles, his scorching gaze unwavering as he witnesses your orgasm wash over your glorious body. It is only then that he allows himself to cum deep inside you, his hand squeezing your boob as his teeth bite down on your nipple to control the overwhelming pleasure of his high, his moans rumbling against your body.

And you’re so eager to milk him dry, cunt pulsing around his sensitive cock for every drop he could share. Each shallow thrust spreads his load until you hiss and whine, complaining about your fucked-out state with gentle objections.

"I'm far from done with you, sweetie," Sylus promises.

Though you shake your drowsy head, and Sylus only nods in return while ensuring your eyes lock onto his face; as if that could change your mind.

"You were the one who gave me the coupons," Sylus reminds you softly, the memory sending another rush of anger through his blood. "Now let me make good use of the inspiration."

"But those were not—” you try to interrupt, but it seems like he has little interest in your rebuke. Instead, he pulls out of you, eagerly flipping you around to press your chest against the dinner table, displaying your ass to his gaze.

His cum leaking out of your pussy is the only thing he can actually notice, tempting his fingers to automatically push it all back inside your leaking hole as you wail in despair.

"I-I can't, please!" you curse as your body tries to crawl out of his reach once he begins to scissor his thick fingers inside you. Hot kisses along your spine leave a trail up to your ear, his strong body locking your smaller frame in place on the table, open for his actions.

"Don’t tell me playtime is over already, princess," Sylus teases, "I’m sworn to please you, am I not?"

You know it's best to surrender once you make eye contact with him over your shoulder: The inquisitive glow of his right eye is a telltale sign for you to drop the act of defiance.

He knows how much you enjoy this.

So, the hard expression melts as soon as Sylus witnesses your nod, and a soft smile returns to his face. "That's right. Now take it like a big girl, will you?" The words can barely count as a question since he immediately sheathes his eager cock inside your pulsing cunt all over again—stuffing his cum back inside you with each thrust.

Sylus pulls out once more, teasing your aching hole with the tip of his cock until your hips wiggle and desperate whimpers escape your lips.

So much for not wanting to go on.

"Beg for it," he commands, taking the opportunity to slide his tip up and down your puffy lips, running circles around your clit—intentionally pulling the words from your mouth. Y

es, he definitely got a rise out of your trembling begging voice earlier.

"Please," you bite out, though the teasing stimulations make it hard to keep your dignity. "Make me feel good," you use the words as a loophole instead of begging Sylus for his cock.

But your feistiness only amuses Sylus. It earns you another harsh smack of his hand on your ass, making you topple further against the table. Strong hands squeeze the soft flesh of your thighs, kneading it while your legs are being spread wider, nearly lifting your feet off the ground entirely by doing so.

"I think you can be sweeter than that,” his raspy nearly threatens before greedy lips latch onto your back. His hot tongue licks along your spine, while crimson eyes devour the intense shivers spreading across your skin. Sylus’ body drapes over yours as his cock prods against your fluttering entrance once more.

"Sylus~,” you force his name out in a whiny tone, trying to lure him down the path of honey and sweetness.

Though your act ends the minute Sylus pushes himself further into you, the speed agonizingly slow yet so perfect to feel him spread your walls open for his thick cock once more.

You arch your back further, pressing your tits against the table and your ass against his hips, nails clawing on the hardwood.

"Aren’t you adorable when you’re being so obedient for me?” He praises in a whisper before chuckling near your ear.

Sylus’ cock twitches inside you, hitting the delicate deeper regions once you grind against his movements. Creating an addictive addition of your clenching cunt as if you never want to let him go again.

His thrusts are calculated, with the way he pulls his heavy cock out ever so slowly, pausing just a split second outside your oh-so-inviting hole before snapping his hips back.

The obscene smack of his thighs against your ass echoes through the room and mingles with your frantic moans as well as Sylus’ groans. "Creaming again, aren’t you?" he muses when your legs begin to quiver, barely managing to hold yourself up as your third orgasm threatens to roll over your body.

Your fucked-out expression meets his gaze over your shoulder, silently begging Sylus to support your body. "Oh, my dear," he mumbles like a devil on your shoulder, the grip on your body adjusting. For one hand to push against your stomach, and the other to wrap around your neck, successfully holding you in a bicep lock while aiding your exhausted form to stay up as he fucks you through your climax.

"Just let go for me," Sylus encourages, in between his aggressive lips sucking marks on your neck.

You teeth find purchase on his forearm, digging into his skin to hear Sylus hiss in sheer pleasure. Nothing is more satisfying for him than to be marked by you.

Then, your orgasm rushes through your body, overwhelming all your senses with the intense overstimulation at this point. Your moans turn whiny as Sylus continues to fuck you through it, before he finally pulls out.

"Come here," he pants, exhaustion hitting your usually calm lover as well. Nevertheless, he swirls your nearly passed-out body around and pushes you down on your knees, with such ease as if you were made of jelly. He hesitates at your sight—he’s never seen you more submissive.

Though your shaky hands clamp around his thick thighs, digging into the muscles for purchase as your cheek rests on his right leg, tired eyes meeting his gaze when he runs a hand along your neck.

"Are you going to let me cum in your mouth, hm? I think the twins are traumatized from your moaning," he teases in time with his fingers grabbing your neck to pull your face close to his cock.

You can merely follow his guiding hands while nodding to whatever Sylus says until you feel the wet tip of his shaft prodding against your lips. Near automatically, your tongue darts out to kitten-lick around the head before taking him in deeper and deeper.

Your eyes remain glued to the view above: His heaving chest and flexing muscles, the nibbling of his bottom lip, and the slightly squinted eyes with a sweet scowl on his forehead.

He is struggling.

Large hands come to cradle the back of your head, a comforting gesture that turns desperate once Sylus guides you further down his cock until your nose is pressed against his groin. "Clean me up, sweetie. Taste yourself, go on," Sylus rambles near mindlessly while drowning in these sensations.

It’s a rare sight, it’s a pretty sight, and you want more of it.

So you bob your head, swirl your tongue and hollow your cheeks until it is near impossible to deny the throbbing of his length while low groans turn to raspy moans.

Though Sylus manages to command a final warning for you. "Don’t you dare swallow without my permission."

Your hand pumps along his shaft while your mouth collects his load, desperately trying to keep it all on your tongue. It’s a futile attempt as the white fluids already dribble down your chin, though nothing Sylus’ thumb can’t fix with a swipe before replacing his softening cock with his thumb.

A moment later you’re already hoisted up to sit in his lap again, with his hand now gripping around your cheeks, pulling you down towards his face and forcing a pout on your lips. Sylus’ mouth captures yours in a searing, passionate kiss, moving with a hunger and desperation that steals the breath from your lungs, his tongue delving deep to taste you, him—everything at once.

The grip on your figure adjusts to keep you in place while the mixture of his semen and your spit flow from your mouth onto Sylus’ tongue. The moan that follows is a deep, satisfied rumble inside his chest before finally pulling back to lock eyes with you.

Shamelessly, he swishes the concoction in his mouth while his nails tease up along your back. Though the seemingly tender gesture turns demanding once his hands lock around the back of your neck as he sits up to close the remaining distance between your bodies.

Then, Sylus kisses you again, bending over your smaller frame when he returns the filthy mixture into your mouth, pushing his tongue against yours and creating the nastiest yet most exhilarating kiss you have ever shared.

The graze of his teeth over your sore lips brings the moment to an end. For him to whisper a "Swallow," with heavy eyes greedily watching you follow his request.

The guiding drag of his thumbs down your throat encourages you to swallow until nothing but your pink tongue remains. Then Sylus pulls you close against his chest, mumbling a sweet “You’re full of surprises, kitten,” with his usual tender tone while you hide your face in the crook his neck.

As if he has any right to talk about surprises after tonight’s actions.

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slapmeshigaraki · 16 days ago

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౨ৎ "Are you scared, sweetheart?" ౨ৎ

♡ warnings: meanie!sylus x reader, spit, gunplay, daddy, condescension, improper evol use lmao, actually pretty tame ngl the dirty talk is kinda gross though, sylus is out of character in this in case that bothers you

♡ a/n: okay i lied and said i wasn't posting this until later in the week, but i finished editing it early so... idk happy valentine's day i guess. another old fic that i just edited. enjoy pretties !!

♡ Sylus doesn't ask you for much other than to leave him alone for a few hours on Sundays so he can clean his gun collection, but after a few interruptions too many, he decides that you can stick around just this once. Afterall, maybe you can help? ♡

“What is it?” he said after letting out a deep sigh, not bothering to look up at you through the lenses of his glasses. They sat loosely against the bridge of his nose as he looked down at his lap, softly polishing one of his most prized possessions: a gun. You weren’t sure whose death he’d pictured on the other end of it, but he treated it like the last bite of dessert, savoring it, keeping it hidden away for a special occasion. No one could touch it, look at it, breathe on it, except him. When Luke and Kieran gave you your first tour of the house, they wouldn’t even walk you down the hallway of the safe, scared that ‘Boss would smell your scents when he returned.’ It wasn’t until months later when he’d decided that your firearm wasn’t up to par any longer that he’d invited you in to 'shop' for a new one. That’s when you saw it, hung up on the wall in a glass case so high that only he could reach. It was wrapped in a fine silk fabric, a pristine black cherry gun whose make or model was so far beyond your pay grade that you’d never heard of it before.

Every Sunday he disappears into the safe for hours before dinner. He was not to be disturbed. It was the only thing that he was really particular about, but he needed it just to clear his head—some solace after a long week. So, the fact that you were interrupting him for the third time with a knock on the door was grating, to say the least.

“Nothing I just-“

“Is something on fire, darling?”

“No, Sylus.”

“Has someone managed to break into the house?”

“No.”

“Has Mephisto spontaneously combusted, leaving a feather lodged into one of your eyes?”

“No.”

“So, you can clearly see that I’m busy? Then I’ll ask again, what is it that you need?” His eyes still wouldn’t meet yours, eyebrows furrowing as he spoke, his tone strained.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted rice or mashed potatoes for dinner, but since you’re so caught up in tending to an inanimate object, I’ll decide for you.” He was snippier than usual, the darkening of his voice making it obvious he was not in the mood for witty banter.

“Be careful there, sweetheart. I’d hate for that pretty mouth to get you into trouble.”

“Or what? Will you get trigger happy and let that precious gun go off? No, of course not because we must keep it clean for a hypothetical threat that doesn’t fucking exist.”

“Kneel.” It wasn’t a question or a suggestion. It was a command, an order barked at an underling.

“Go fuck yourself,” You said, venom in your voice as you made a move back towards the door, hand clenched around the golden handle.

“If you make me get up to come catch you sweetheart, you’ll be sorry.” His eyes met yours for the first time, a fiery crimson illuminating your line of vision. His gaze was dark, challenging you to disobey him. When Sylus told someone to do something, they did it and you were no exception. You might bite back once in a while, but he always knew that you’d do what he told you to at the end of the day.

So, you kneeled, perhaps too slowly because it wasn’t before long that your knees were forced to buckle beneath you, Sylus making good use of his evol to bind your ankles together. The cool marble tile flooring chilled your flesh as your heartbeat ran wild, your mouth getting wetter with each second, practically drooling as if you were waiting to sink your teeth into your favorite meal. In the same breath, your hands were bound as well, moved behind your back against your will and stuck together like glue.

“Go on, crawl to me.” There was amusement staining his expression, a sinister smirk plastered across his face.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Can’t you get to me? A big strong girl like you with such a dirty mouth, surely you can move just a few feet on your own.” You relaxed your legs, letting your knees spread apart to rest them.

“I can’t…” You mumbled under your breath, unable to meet his glare any longer.

“Speak up, pet. You were so loud a few moments ago. Speak to me with that same tough voice now that you can't run away from me.” His slender fingers kept moving, cleaning the trophy with such grace. It was rhythmic, methodical, and calculated. It made you wet just to watch him, reminding you of how easily those same fingers could make you fall apart in his arms.

“I can’t move.”

“You can’t move?” he whined, pouting, mocking you without remorse.

“Well, I want you kneeling in front of me. So how do you suggest you get over here, sweetie?”

“Sylus…” You pled, which was slightly better than flat out begging.

“Tsk tsk, where are our manners?” The same red mist that bound your wrists and ankles now curled around your throat, not hesitating to squeeze abruptly, threatening to rob you of all of your air altogether.

“Please sir, help me.” Without letting another second pass, you were pulled into the air and inched over to him by the mist, roughly thrown back to the ground before him. His legs were spread in his seated position, gun resting on one, the other resting between your thighs.

“Thank you,” You said, hanging your head to avoid meeting his eyes.

“Aw, so polite. See what happens when you ask nicely? See how sweet I can be when you aren't a fucking brat?” With that, his foot adjusted, the tip of his perfectly polished leather shoe gently pressed against your core. You struggled not to writhe against him, desperately needing some form of friction to soothe the ache between your legs.

“Look at me, darling.” You did. The fervent desire in your eyes obvious, bottom lip bloody from biting it so hard, restraining yourself from any more unnecessary commentary.

“You look so needy like this, my foot pressed against your cunt, pouting underneath me. You look like you want to ask me for something? What is it, baby? Do you need something from your daddy, hm?” A whine fell from between your lips against your control as you tensed your legs, begging them not to move without permission.

“Please can I- can you fuck me please?”

“Can I fuck you? Do you think that I should dirty myself--” the hold on your neck tightened once more, “by fucking someone so pathetic that they’re getting off at the thought of grinding on my leg? Someone who can’t go a few hours without my attention shouldn’t get my cock inside of them. Someone like that shouldn’t get to feel my cum filling them up and spilling out of their tight little holes. They shouldn’t get to feel daddy’s tongue cleaning them up, kissing and sucking every inch on their pretty little pussy, should they?” You couldn’t get yourself to say no, but you knew yes wasn’t what he wanted to hear, so you stayed quiet. The cool sensation of metal burned your skin in an instant, tilting your jaw up, forcing your vision toward to ceiling, your eyes getting lost in the gold detailing of the mural above. Silence filled the space between you two, the only sound to be heard was the quickening of your heartbeat and the flip of the gun’s safety that was pressed against your flesh. A lump grew in your throat at the noise. You could feel the sole of his shoe pressing into you even more, gently moving back and forth as you bit your lip again.

“Let me hear you, baby. Tell daddy how good it feels, go on.”

“Th- Thank you daddy. That feels so good.”

“Say ‘thank you daddy for making my cunnie feel good.” You whined at the request, embarrassment causing tears to prick and sting at the corners of your eyes.

“You don’t want to use your words? How ungrateful.” It wasn’t long before the coolness against your jaw was gone. You dropped your gaze to look at him once again. The man before you was starved, his face void any sign of amusement. You wondered if this is what his prey felt when he looked at them, a lamb waiting to be eaten by the lion, forced to let him play with his food before he could be thoroughly satiated. He put the barrel of the gun against your lips now, his thumb languidly dancing on the trigger.

“Open up for me. Let me see that pretty tongue.” You hesitantly stuck your tongue out, the spit that had been building up in your mouth finally free to drip onto the metal as he pushed the barrel against the back of your throat. Your eyes widened at the sensation, the realization that his prized possession was being soiled by your drool far too humiliating. The tears flowed freely now. Your cheeks grew damp as you cried out against the obstruction in your mouth.

“Aw sweetheart, are you crying? Do you want to push your hips against me? Will that make your cunnie feel better?” You nodded, sniffling softly as you shifted uncomfortably, the realization that you couldn’t move at all finally catching up with you.

“Go ahead, hump my leg. You have permission. Make yourself feel good for daddy.” You tried to do as he asked, moving your hips slowly back and forth, the ache only growing in between your legs, but all you could think about was how dirty that gun was getting your mouth. Sobs fell from your lips now. His face contorted slightly at your cries.

“M-s-sorry daddy,” You struggled out, words muffled by the metal. He slowly pulled the gun out of your mouth,

“Are you scared, sweetheart? Is that why you’re dirtying this pretty face with tears, hm?” You felt his skin for the first time against yours, his free hand gently caressing your cheek, thumb making small circles on your flesh.

“No I just… I hate that I’m getting your gun dirty. I know how much you care about it. I’m sorry I just can’t stop drooling on it.” His fingers softly pressed under your eyes, catching the tears.

“Your spit is the sweetest thing I could use to clean this gun. It’s just an inanimate object, huh?" he said, being sure to use your choice of words exactly.

"Don’t cry pretty girl.” As he spoke, your wrists and ankles fell freely, the stress on your throat lifting as the red mist fell away.

“Come up here,” he said, fingers beckoning for you to stand and sit in his lap, your back pressed against his warm and muscular chest. Hooking his arm under your knee, he spread your legs apart, resting your ankle over the arm of the chair. His fingers wasted no time finding their way beneath your skirt, softly pulling the satin fabric of your panties to the side as he slipped a finger inside of you without warning.

“Oh my god,” You moaned out desperately as he hummed in amusement.

“I’m jealous. Your god is getting all of the praise, but I’m the one that's making this pussy leak all over my fingers. That doesn’t seem very fair now, does it?”

“Fuck, daddy thank you.” His pace quickened, every inch of his long and slender fingers making you gasp and writhe beneath his touch as you bucked against his palm.

“You are very welcome sweet girl. Next time you want daddy’s attention, you can just ask and we can skip all the theatrics, hm?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Aw, ‘yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy.'” Such pretty words from such a dirty mouth. The same mouth that stained my gun, isn’t that right?” he said. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, your wetness forming a spot on the fine fabric of his pants as you felt his cock growing beneath you. It only made you squirm more at the thought of its thickness filling you up after being empty throughout this whole ordeal.

“Relax for me.” This was the only warning you got before you felt that same cool metal slide between your folds, the ridges of the firearm serving as a new source of friction to grind on before Sylus slid his finger out of your walls, replacing it with the tip of the gun against your entrance. He felt you tense up immediately in his grasp.

“No no no,” he said, thumb gently caressing your inner thigh, his touch burning you with ease.

“Relax baby. Let daddy’s pussy open up for him, hm? I just want that sweet little hole’s juices to cleanse my gun thoroughly.” Your mouth hung open, moans escaping as he spoke. Your head rested against his shoulder, hair messily rubbing against his shirt. He pressed his soft lips against your forehead.

“That’s it, puppy. Gooood fucking girl, you're taking it so well for me, huh sweetheart?” his fingers found your clit once more, melting away any tension. Slowly, the tip of the gun pushed its way between your tender walls, your flesh clenching around it tightly, making it hard for him to slide it in and out of you.

“That’s a greedy pussy, isn’t it— holding onto anything that it can, my fingers, my cock, my tongue, my gun. She just wants to be filled, hm? She just loves daddy so much that anything he puts inside, she doesn’t want to let go of?”

“Y-yes daddy, she loves you. Please please please keep touching her.” So, he did. Slowly but surely, he pushed the metal in and out, salivating as he watched the way your flesh gripped on to the tip before he’d shove it back inside.

“Fuck--you wanna cum for me? Gonna make a big mess all over daddy’s gun, sweetheart? How fucking filthy,” You nodded as Sylus’s rough hands gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. Without warning, his spit filled your open mouth, slowly dripping from between your lips, coating your chest.

“Don’t swallow it. Keep my spit in your mouth when you cum for me. Stick your tongue out and cum all over me like a good little puppy,” He sped up even more now, the tip of the gun pushing against that spot inside of you that made your body heat up like white lightning that was trapped in a bottle and begging to be let out. He hit that spot over and over again, making your head fuzzy as he held your gaze captive with his scarlet eyes.

“Daddy—fuck—please, I don’t think I can take it.” You panicked, your hand desperately reaching for his wrist, hoping for some freedom from the incessant pleasure only for the mist to trap you once again, binding your hands up above your head and around Sylus’s neck, pressing your bodies even closer together.

“Shit—you’re so wet, you’re making a puddle in my lap. Are you gonna squirt around my gun, baby?” He said, emphasizing his point with a sharp push of the metal against you g-spot.

“No I- I can’t. It’s too embarrassing please don’t make me.”

“Come on, listen to your daddy and let go all over me. Squirt, cum, cry, I don’t care, but I’m gonna pull it all out of you either way. So, give it to me, it’s mine. I worked so hard for it,” he said, fingers finding their way into your open mouth, but you didn’t dare close your lips around them, just letting the spit drip down onto yourself and he bullied your pussy over and over again until you just couldn’t take it anymore. Tears streamed from your eyes once more as you let go. Your wetness spilled all over his lap, pulling guttural screams from your throat that were muffled by his hands.

“Good girl, that’s it. Come on, let go for daddy, baby. Poor baby, so pent up. It must feel so good to let go now, huh?” Streams of ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’ echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls as you squirmed against his grasp. He pressed his full lips to your face again as he pulled his finger and his firearm from your holes slowly. You watched him with tired eyes, as you were covered in your own wetness. The gun dripped with your juices, but he wasted no time putting the metal to his own mouth this time, flattening his tongue against the barrel of the gun and licking it clean.

“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, sweetheart. Maybe you should let you help me clean my guns more often.” Dazed, and far too exhausted to protest, you closed your eyes, resting your head against him once again, your hands finally free. He pressed small kisses against your sweaty face, gently brushing any hair from your skin before you spoke up again.

“T-thank you, Sylus.”

“The pleasure is all mine, pretty girl.”

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purerae · 17 days ago

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YANDERE!PLAYBOY X FEM!READER

Valentine’s day Special! <3

warnings ;; yandere!playboy being a delusional freak (as usual), yandere behavior, MAJOR second hand embarrassment, slightest bit of angst (if you squint), crack.

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Valentine’s Day for Kieran was basically his second birthday. The rich boy never bought candy, why would he, when he could stock up for free just from today alone? His locker was overflowing with chocolates, candies, and love notes—notes that he didn’t even bother reading before tossing them straight into the trash. But the sweets? Oh, he made sure to keep those. Stuffing his bag full, he scoffed at the cheap, store-bought heart chocolates while setting aside the good stuff; the expensive ones, the homemade treats that probably took hours to make. Greedy. That’s all it was. Kieran was just greedy. But even with all the gifts, all the attention, all the adoration, it never really mattered—not until today. Not until he spotted one letter on his desk that actually made his heart skip a beat. Because this one? This one had to be from you. For the first time on February 14th, Kieran felt a genuine rush of excitement, something different from the usual smug satisfaction of being adored that just boosted his already huge ego. The envelope sat on his desk, neat and delicate, like it had been placed there with care—like it actually meant something. His fingers brushed over your initials written in beautiful cursive handwriting, slow and deliberate, his mind already running wild. Finally. You were finally giving in. He could already picture you, shy and flustered as you wrote it, your heart laid bare just for him. A love letter? From you? His sweet little obsession finally coming to her senses? He was grinning, twirling the letter between his fingers, taking his time, savouring the moment. Oh, you were so cute for this.

He carefully opened the letter, fingertips tingling with anticipation. His heart was racing, his mind already running a mile a minute. What kind of sweet words did you leave for him? Were you confessing your love? Finally admitting that you couldn’t resist him any longer? God, you knew him so well! Every detail, down to the paper, the handwriting, the delicate way the envelope was sealed—it all screamed you. This was the first time that the suave playboy turned into a giggling high school girl, biting his lip to keep from grinning too wide. If he was just some regular guy, people would be throwing weird glances at him for nearly stomping his feet in excitement, but he’s Kieran, so no one does.

To be honest, all the girls around him loved it. They giggled amongst themselves, watching him act like a lovesick fool, finding it more endearing than embarrassing. Some of them seething in jealousy at the mysterious girl who got the school's renowned playboy all lovestruck like this. Man, pretty privilege was real. Any other man would’ve been clowned for this, but Kieran? No, Kieran could get away with anything—especially when he looked good doing it.

The white haired male just had to find you, had to catch a glimpse of his princess all shy and flustered from pouring out her emotions in this cute little letter. He was already going to force you into his valentines day plans-- but you, making the move first? Gosh, you never fail to surprise him. Kieran rushed around the school, finally found you hanging around the library. He waltzes over to your table, practically floating with confidence, that stupidly charming smirk plastered across his face. With an easy flick of his wrist, he spun the chair around, plopping down and draping his arms over the back like he owned the fucking place; the letter was in his hand, obnoxiously tapping it against his palm as he leaned in, way too close, eyes glinting with something dangerous beneath all that excitement.

“Sooo...” he drawled, looking at you up and down, voice smooth as ever, “...couldn’t resist me anymore, huh princess~?” the blue eyed male winked as he laughed boyishly, Though his words were condescendingly annoying, a glint of affection is laced in his orbs.

You, the girl who just wanted some peace on this already lame ass day where you enviously stare at the lovey dovey highschoolers with, gaze up from your notebook as you stare blankly at him, forcing yourself not to immediately roll your eyes at the sight of the blue eyed playboy. “Huh?” You blink once, and then twice at him.

Kieran scoffs out a laugh. Still so shy, bless your cute little soul. “The letter, sweetheart.” He waved it a little, like it was obvious. “Real cute of you, by the way. You always did have good taste.” Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the pastel pink letter, squinting at it before looking back at him. “What letter? Dude what the fuck are you talking about?” tilting your head as you grimace at his stupid little smirk. Kieran let out a breathy laugh, tilting his head like you just said the funniest thing in the world. “Ahh, playing shy now? That’s adorable, really,” he mused, tapping the letter against his chin. “Didn’t think you’d get cold feet after pouring your heart out like this, but it’s okay, princess. I get itttt. Big emotions can be scary!” he says with a mocking pout, leaning in closer. He reached out, trailing a finger down your arm like he was so sure this was some flirty little game. Youre playing hard to get as always, its okay! He likes the chase. However, you cant back out this easily when he literally has the physical proof of your love-- no, infatuation towards him. “You don’t have to pretend, y’know. I already know it’s from you.” his other hand tracing the first letters of your first and last name that was engraved onto the envelope.

But the way you just kept staring at him, utterly lost, was starting to poke holes in his fantasy. No. No, you were just messing with him. Testing him. Right? Rolling your eyes, you snatch the letter out of his hand, too tired to deal with whatever weird fantasy he had cooked up this time. With an exhausted sigh, you scanned the handwriting, flipping the letter over to really stare at the initials , and then—oh. Oh, this was actually hilarious. Your hand slaps your mouth as you stifle a giggle.

“Kieran,” you deadpanned, looking him dead in the eyes, “this isn’t from me. It’s from the other girl in our chemistry class. Y’know, the one with the same initials as me?” Silence.

Kieran just stood there, blinking, like his brain was trying to reboot. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, and for the first time all day, he didn’t have a slick response ready. You watched, unimpressed, as his expression went through about ten different emotions at once—confusion, disbelief, denial, a little more denial—before finally landing on something unreadable. “...what?” He freezes for a solid minute before letting out a light chuckle, rolling his shoulders back like this was no big deal. “Ohh, right. Of course. The other girl.” He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets, throwing on that easy, practiced smirk. “I knew that! I was just.. I was just joking, silly~!”

But inside? He was tweaking.

'What the actual hell. What do you mean it’s not from you? Then why the hell did it feel like you? Look like it was from you? Sound like you?' His heart was racing, but not in the good way anymore. His palms felt weirdly clammy. His eye twitched. 'No. No, no, no. This doesn’t make sense. This was supposed to be from you. This was supposed to be our moment. So why— who, who even is the other girl??? Has he ever even interacted with her??' Suddenly the heartfelt words that adorned the letter just seemed incredibly corny and cheesy to him. The bright pastel colours decorated along the paper blazed in his eyes, practically laughing at the delusional boy that stood before it.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “Uh-huh. Sure you did.” Kieran swallowed. Act natural. Act. Natural. The playboy opened his mouth, ready to spit out some smooth, damage-control comeback—but nothing came out. For the first time in his entire life, he had nothing. Just sitting there, frozen, swallowing the most brutal, humiliating reality check of his existence. And the worst part? You were just staring at him. Not even amused. Not even mad. Just tired and annoyed.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose like you were physically in pain just being near him. “I literally don’t have time for this. Happy Valentine's Day man.” You say with a tight lipped smile, grabbing your stuff as you pat his shoulder. And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away.

Kieran just stood there, gripping the letter so hard it crumpled in his palm. His ears were burning, his jaw tight, but his smirk? Still there. Bruised ego? Maybe. But shattered? Please. A mix-up like this wasn’t enough to shake him. You didn't straight up reject him, it was just a misunderstanding! It was all that stupid girl's fault for having the same initials as his dear soulmate! As if you could ever actually reject him.

No, no, this just meant you were still fighting it. Still playing your little games, still too stubborn to admit what you really wanted. Him. That was fine. He had all the time in the world to let you come to your senses. You’d see it eventually—how you were meant for him, how there was never any other option. And when you finally stop running? Oh, princess he’d be right there, waiting. Besides, there was always next year, and that time; he is certain that the only chocolates he’d be getting is from you.

a/n :: for some reason you guys looveee seeing kieran suffer so heres my early valentines gift for you all :p (maybe not you all but the three anons in my inbox LOL) purerae<3

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dollyzdaydreamz · 7 days ago

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Arthur Morgan x Reader fluff

Flowers for a Gunslinger

Description: You always figured love wasn't meant for you, that you weren't the kind of woman a man would bring flowers to. One day, Mickey, the homeless "ex-veteran" in Valentine who has a little crush one you, gifts you with a little flower. Upon seeing your reaction, Arthur decides to one up the poor bastard by gifting you a flower of his own. Warnings: a teensy bit of angst, gunslinger reader (was orphaned), age gap, unrequited love, but not really bc Arthur actually *does* love the reader (✿◡‿◡)

pls forgive any grammatical or spelling errors lol, wrote this at 3 AM

Valentine was as noisy and foul-smelling as ever. The scent of manure and whiskey blended in the streets, and the voices of townsfolk rose and fell like the hum of cicadas in the summer. You and Arthur had been riding in from camp, the two of you sent by Dutch to meet the others at the saloon. It was a routine trip, the kind that felt almost mundane compared to the chaos that life in the gang usually entailed.

Arthur rode beside you, as he often did, his hat pulled over his face to block out the midday sun. He didn’t talk much unless there was something worth saying, but his presence was always comfortable.

You had known Arthur all your life. Dutch and Hosea had raised you, much like they had him, taking you in as an orphan. After hearing about some robbery gone wrong, they decided to investigate the cottage for extra supplies. That’s when they had found you fussing in a cradle, looking like you’d gone days without eating.

You grew up amongst the outlaws, shooting, fighting, moving, and surviving, but you had never been a killer unless absolutely necessary. You preferred shooting a pistol out of a man’s hand and giving him a good verbal beating rather than blowing his brains out altogether, you left that to Arthur and John.

Love had never been something you spent much time thinking about. It wasn’t meant for people like you, people who knew how quickly things could be taken away. And besides, men never seemed all that impressive anyway. After years of being around them, you’d deduced that most were either crude, greedy, or plain dumb.

But as the years passed, you began to notice how everyone seemed to have somebody. Dutch had Molly, John had Abigail, Karen and Sean had their drunken courtship, and even poor Kieran was head over heels for Mary-Beth. And then there was Arthur. Arthur had Mary, well at least he used to.

You’d always liked Mary. She was kind to you when you were a child, always greeting you with a warm smile when she visited camp. She was the sort of woman you could never be, graceful, belonging to the world that had no place for outlaws like you.

And yet, no matter how much you admired her, you're little self couldn’t help the quiet, simmering jealousy that settled deep in your chest every time Arthur brought her around. She had his heart, his attention. The same Arthur who used to draw you rabbits and flowers without complaint. The same Arthur who always had a piece of candy tucked away for you when he knew you were feeling down. The same Arthur you had once childishly and foolishly pictured marrying when you grew up.

But that was a long time ago.

Arthur Morgan wasn’t meant for someone like you. And love wasn’t meant for a gunslinger, so you pushed those feelings down, opting to be grateful to have him as a friend.

As the two of you neared the saloon, a familiar voice called out.

"Miss, Miss, wait a moment!"

Arthur slowed his horse, glancing over as Mickey, the homeless war veteran who often loitered around Valentine, came hurrying up with nervous energy. His ragged coat flapped as he limped toward you.

Your expression, which had been quiet and pensive, softened as you dismounted your horse and walked over to the man.

“If it ain’t Mister Mickey!” you hollered with a small chuckle, tilting your head. “What’s got you in such a rush?”

Mickey looked a little sheepish. "I, uh… I got you something."

“Well then,” you couldn’t help but grin, “show me, I want to see!”

Mickey fumbled with his satchel, his hand shaking slightly as he pulled out a small flower, its pink petals slightly crumpled but still intact. He held it out with a stiff posture, like it was something precious which made your heart melt.

You blinked in surprise, your mouth parting slightly. Yes it was just a flower, but the gesture was so sweet. You weren’t used to people giving you things. Not unless it was a gun, a saddle, or some tool for survival. Gifts, real, thoughtful ones, were a rare thing.

"I found it in a field!" he explained with childlike excitement. "Wanted to bring more, but the ranchers, well… they didn't take too kindly to me pokin’ ‘round their property"

You frowned, “they kicked you out over some flowers?”

Mickey shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “Guess they thought I was up to no good.”

You reached out, gingerly taking the flower from his rough hand. Without hesitation, you tucked it into the brim of your hat, adjusting it so it wouldn’t fall out.

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you, Mister” you nodded, and you meant it.

Mickey beamed, his shoulders straightening as if he’d just been given a medal of honor,

“Well, do you like it Arthur?” Mickey asked hesitantly, as if asking for his approval as well,

Arthur, standing a few feet back with his arms crossed, rolled his eyes playfully before coming forward to give him a pat on the back,

“It sure is beautiful,” he drawled, before chuckling as Mickey smiled and waddled away aimlessly. He’d always liked that old fool.

As the two of you made your way toward the saloon, Arthur couldn’t help but notice that the previous grimness in your face had faded into something gentler, something more open.

“Well, well,” he mused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “didn’t know you had a thing for older men!”

Well, yes, I do. You thought for a split second.

You rolled your eyes as you felt your face heat up, “Shut up.”

“No, really!” He nudged your arm with his elbow, feigning innocence, “...Should I be expectin’ wedding bells anytime soon?”

“He’s just kind, that’s all. Something I reckon you should try out someday.” You scoffed, though there was no real bite to your words.

“Yeah, yeah” Arthur muttered.

“Today was the first time I was gifted flowers by a man.” You chuckled after a beat of silence, just thinking out loud really, finding the situation a bit funny.

Arthur’s smirk faltered slightly. It was a small thing, just a flicker in his expression, but you caught it.

Sympathy, maybe. He knew you hadn’t had the same experiences as other young women. There was no courtship, no love letters, no dances in fancy dresses. Romance was a foreign concept in a life where survival came first. It made sense that something as small as a flower and a little crush made you feel nice, regardless of who it was from.

But there was also something else in Arthur’s chest, something unexpected. A small, irrational twinge of jealousy. He scolded himself internally, now you’ve reached a new level of pathetic you old fool, jealous of the town nutcase. But it was there all the same.

He scoffed, masking whatever he was feeling with humor. “Then what am I? Chopped liver?”

“Well, when’s the last time you risked getting shot to pick me a flower, Arthur?” You chuckled, as you walked up the ragged steps of the saloon, already hearing the faint piano and sounds of men drunkenly conversing.

Arthur tutted, shaking his head. “Hell, I guess you’re right.”

“Mhm” you hummed pointedly, before your eyes met Dutch, Charles, and Javier waiting for you two at the bar.

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A few days later, Arthur’s found himself crouched in the tall grass as he muttered under his breath,

“This is…ridiculous.”

He’d spotted a flower tucked against the base of a tree, a shade of pink that stood out against the greenery.

“A lot of effort you're putting into your little gift,” Hosea called out from behind him.

“Shut up,” Arthur groaned.

He wasn’t doin’ this for any particular reason, of course. Just happened to see it after him and Hosea had finished robbing some poor bastard, and-

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” he grumbled as he finally shooed off the last grazing deer and plucked the damn thing out of it's mouth, shaking it off.

“You are a terrible liar, son.”

Arthur shot him a look, “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Pink,” Hosea observed as he stepped forward, examining the flower with a grin, “she’ll like that.”

Arthur grumbled something under his breath before mounting his horse, doing his best to ignore the warmth creeping up his neck.

He hated that Hosea could see right through him. Arthur knew he wasn’t the best at saying what he felt, so doing things was the easiest way to show it. Plus it made him feel…good about himself. It reminded him of this one ordeal many years ago. Arthur tutted at the memory, he was probably around 18? 19?

Arthur had been reluctant about drawing for you. Not because he didn’t want to, but because the second he did, you’d start asking for more. And seeing you frown? Well, he hated to admit it, but that damn near killed him.

One evening, you had tugged on his sleeve after camp had settled down.

“Arthur,” you asked, bright-eyed, “Can you draw me an elk? Hosea said he saw one the other day!”

He was exhausted. Dutch had been on him about somethin’, and he was already in a sour mood, just wanting to reach his cot and forget about the day as soon as possible. So, for the first time, he snapped,

“Just-draw it yourself.”

You faltered. Just for a second. But it was enough to make his gut twist.

Hosea, who had been watching nearby, frowned at him before following you as you scurried off.

Later that night, Arthur spotted you in Hosea’s tent, crouched over a piece of paper, brows furrowed in concentration. You were trying so hard, but eventually, you threw the pencil down, frustrated, before curling up and hiding your face under the covers.

“You moron Morgan,” Arthur groaned as he rubbed his face, before bringing his journal out from his satchel and getting to work.

The next morning, you woke up to a neatly folded piece of paper by your head.

“Well, what do we have here?” you heard Hosea’s warm voice ask as he leaned down, unfolding it for you even though he already knew.

It was the most intricate and beautiful drawing of an elk you had ever seen.

You had gasped, grinned so wide your face hurt as you and Hosea pointed out little details in the sketch. Arthur didn’t say anything about it, but he saw that smile again. That was enough.

Sure enough, a few days later, you had forgotten about the whole thing.

A faint smile adorned Arthurs face as he reminisced, before quickly clearing his throat and spurring his horse onward after he saw Hosea eyeing him.

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You had just returned to camp, seeing Mary-beth’s face buried in a book before it lifted and met yous,

“Evening” she greeted you with a suspiciously playful glint in her eye.

“Hi Mary-beth” you chuckled hesitantly, “what’s with that look?”

“Nothin’” she shrugged looking back down at her book as the corners of her lips twitched up, “just couldn’t help but notice the gift Mister Morgan left ya”

“Gift?”

“Go and see for yourself,” she said.

You scoffed a little at her sudden mysterious demeanor, before you spotted something sitting on the small table near your tent. A small, glass-encased flower. Not just any flower, a soft pink, delicate and rare.

You furrowed your brows, stepping closer. There was a small note beside it.

"Didn’t get shot at, but I did have to fight off a feisty deer."

-Arthur

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as warmth bloomed in your chest.

“Oh, how romantic,” a voice from behind you drawled, “a blossoming love between two gunslingers” Mary-beth sighed, book clutched to her chest with a dreamy look in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes, “You gotta stop readin’ all those god-awful romance novels” you muttered, although you had to turn away to hide the heat radiating from your cheeks.

“Alright, fine I’m just teasin’ ya…”

You scoffed, as she looked back at you pointedly while walking back to her tent, before your lifted the glass carefully, admiring the flower inside.

It was beautiful, untouched by the roughness of the world. You ran a finger over the edge of the case,

Arthur Morgan.

That fool.

You took the flower and carefully placed it on your table, somewhere safe.

Arthur leaned against a tree near camp, watching from afar as you carefully positioned the flower on your desk, adjusting it just right before admiring it.

He felt something stir in his chest at that rare smile.

He should’ve just let the moment pass. Should’ve walked off, but he let himself savor this moment for just a moment longer.

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leighsartworks216 · 14 days ago

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could I request it being the first time ur in a relationship for valentine's and youre not sure how to make it special for sylus because you've never celebrated before ? :)

My First Valentine

Sylus x gn!Reader

I wrote most of this today even tho the request came in a week ago 💀 sorry

Warnings: fluff, anxiety, nervousness, embarrassment, kissing, gift giving, flowers, Valentine's Day, insecurity, declarations of love, established relationship, pet names, reader is implied as being shorter/smaller than Sylus

Word Count: 1,922

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You sigh, closing yet another tab of holiday ideas. You don't know how many websites you've looked at now, all of them promising fantastic gifts or experiences, sure to sweep your partner off their feet. But none of them felt good enough. Not for Sylus.

All your life, Valentine's Day was another lonely day. Your friends and their partners would be out and about or getting together at home, and you'd be stuck in pjs, eating ice cream and watching the same cheesy rom-coms as the year before. The most you'd ever gotten out of the day was in school, when you'd get those little themed cards with a heart-shaped lollipop poked through them.

Now that you have a partner, every single thing you come across feels too cheesy, or like something he wouldn't be into. Not to mention, anything you could possibly buy, he could get on his own with his gobs of money.

Go on a trip? He owns his own private jet; he could go anywhere anytime.

Buy him flowers? More likely than not, they'd wilt twice as fast in the darkness of the N109 Zone.

Dinner at a restaurant means you'd have to find some really fancy place to suit his tastes to make sure he has a nice time. Cooking something yourself could hardly compare to his professional private chef's cooking.

You could get him some vinyls, but you'd hate to get him a duplicate. Weapons? Well, he's got that covered; he deals them.

Asking Luke and Kieran is a non-starter when they're equally as likely to give you good advice as fake advice that would make you look foolish.

You can't fathom how your friends make it look so easy to make plans for the day and get gifts for their partners. Though, you suppose, none of them are dating a multi-billionaire (if not multi-trillionaire or more) crime boss.

You sigh and close your laptop with a snap. What does Sylus enjoy that you can treat him to as a special holiday treat? Something you can feasibly accomplish before the actual day rolls around? Something other than a cheap visit to the arcade or the cat cafe...

Wait... Actually...

Sylus knows you live in rather modest means. He always insists you pay with his black card so you're not stressing about going broke. Why would he suddenly expect you to dish out wads of cash now on a trip or gift? Anything you give him - even if it's a cheap toy from the dollar store - he'd cherish like a gem.

And that's when the idea forms.

With all the preparations written down, you text him, bubbling with energy.

Syyyy

You seem rather playful all of a sudden. What's got you excited, kitten?

You can tell all that from one word??

No, I can tell all that because I know you

Awe 🥺 stop being so cute

Anyway!! I actually wanted to tell you that I have Valentine's Day all worked out!

Oh?

But it's a secret!

Well now I'm interested. What do I need to do for these plans of yours?

Just show up at my place at nightfall on the day of :3

That's it? Why do I feel like I'm being lured into a trap?

Oh yeah the worst trap of all a doting partner who wants to pour all their love on you

Alright. I'll see you then, kitten

But don't think I'll be showing up empty handed

I'd be concerned if you did ngl

Ily <3333333 Goodnighttt

Goodnight, sweetie. I love you too

For how simple your plan is - or perhaps because of how simple your plan is - you've never been more nervous in your life. You've double and triple checked everything, made sure he'll be comfortable and not too disappointed with what you've come up with, and second-guessed yourself several times about whether this is actually a good idea.

Not that it matters. You'd be really down to the wire to come up with something new now.

You pace the living room, wringing your hands together, chewing your lip, fussing with your hair. You feel like a dog excited to see its owner when you hear a patterned knock on the door. So excited you nearly trip over the corner of a blanket in your haste to answer it.

Sylus is there to greet you, an easy grin on his face and softened eyes. A large bouquet that you'd drown in rests deceptively small in the crook of his arm. A bag hangs from his other hand, but he sets it down when you step into the hall to hug him.

He chuckles fondly, squeezing you tightly to him and kissing your head. "You look cozy," he teases playfully. His fingers tug at the back of your pajamas.

You laugh nervously as you step back. "Ah, yeah. It's part of the stuff I planned, actually."

He quirks an eyebrow. "I'm a bit overdressed."

"Don't worry! I got you some!" Your face grows hot. You feel like an idiot, flustered and inexperienced. "Come in, so I can explain better."

You take the bouquet from his arm. It's full of your favorite flowers, their delightful aroma tickling your nose as you carry them into the kitchen to look for a vase. You have to rely on your muscle memory to move around; they completely block your vision. Sylus follows in after you with his bag, peering around the little space of your apartment. He'd offered to get you a bigger one, once. Somewhere with a view, soundproof walls, and all the upgraded appliances you ogled in the stores. But you refused, and he respected that, even if it meant being inconvenienced by the lack of space for someone of his size.

His eyes land on the couch, covered in blankets of all sizes. Various DVDs cover the coffee table alongside a neatly folded pair of pajamas. It's cluttered, but purposefully so, as if the mess has been built into the experience.

You find a vase (bought after the first time he bought you flowers that you had to divvy up between various drinking cups) and settle the bouquet on the small dining table. There's no room left for two people to eat there. You come back out looking a mite more disheveled than before.

You smile awkwardly up at him, eyes flickering from his face to your setup as you rock back and forth on your feet. "So! Um, I've never actually had a partner to celebrate Valentine's Day with before, so I used to get a bunch of ice cream, maybe some takeout, and I'd just spend the night on the couch with a bunch of cheesy rom-coms. And now we're together and I didn't know what I could do because you can have anything you want at any given moment. But, um, I just thought, for my first Valentine's Day with someone, I could... share my 'tradition' with you." You exhale a shaky breath. "I know it's probably not what you were expecting..."

"Sweetie," he gently interrupts your rambling. He sets the bag on the couch, then closes the space between you, holding your face in both his hands, urging you to meet his eyes. They shine with something warm and sweet, like cherry wine. "It's not what I was expecting, but it's better than anything I could have imagined."

You scoff. "You're just saying that."

He shakes his head. "I can't buy a tradition, sweetie. This is something that means a lot to you. I'm fortunate enough to be the one person who gets to share it with you; no amount of money could do that."

Your heart feels light. It floats around your chest like a balloon filled with helium. Butterflies flutter in your stomach to join in on the fun. Is this how your friends felt with their partners? It's addicting. You try to blink away the incoming tears before they can form.

"What did you bring?" you ask suddenly, redirecting the conversation away so you can have a chance to gather yourself.

Fortunately, he lets you have it. With a knowing smirk, he kisses your forehead and steps away back to the couch. You miss the proximity immediately.

He pulls out each item one by one, holding it up to show you. "Wine. I can't say anything about how it'll taste, but the label was pretty, so I thought you'd like it." He sets it on the coffee table.

"You mentioned that you liked to go to the store the day after to buy the discounted candy. Well, it wasn't discounted, but I grabbed a variety." Those remain in the bag, but he has to shift it all around to reach something at the bottom.

He seems the most proud of - and the most nervous for - this one. He glances over at you before he pulls it out, as though double checking he has your attention. From the bag comes a hoodie, that he holds by the shoulders to let it unfold. It's nothing too special to look at, but the size is what strikes you. When he holds it up, it's clearly the perfect size for him. His ears tinge pink as he holds it out for you.

"You complained once that I don't have any hoodies for you to steal, like other couples do," he reminds you, voice soft and vulnerable.

He watches carefully as you step forward and reach out to feel the material. It's soft. So soft. You take it into your arms. The familiar scent of Sylus wafts up from the fabric; his body wash, his cologne, him. You hold it up to your nose to smell it better as you look up at him in awe.

"I wore it for a couple days," he admits. "If you don't like it, I can-"

"I love it." You really are going to cry now. You step forward, clinging the hoodie to your chest as he wraps his arms around you. "Sy, this means so much to me. I'm never gonna be able to take it off."

He chuckles. His arms squeeze you just a bit tighter, pull you a bit closer. "I'm glad. You're my first Valentine, too."

You pull back enough to look up at him. Your eyes are glassy, surprise to earnest on your face. "Wha- Really?"

"You sound surprised."

"Well, I mean, I just- You're so... you. That's a compliment, by the way."

"I was waiting for the right partner," he says with a huff of laughter. He dips his head down, soft lips capturing yours in a meaningful kiss. When he speaks again, it's in soft murmurs between kisses. "I'll go change... into the pajamas you got me... and then... we can watch... your movies."

The butterflies are back in full force. Each kiss has them flittering about, doing swoops and swirls in your stomach, wings tickling your insides. "Okay... Mm, but, stay here a bit longer..."

He smiles against your lips, hands sliding up your body to hold your face as he tilts his head, yearning to taste more of you, feel more of you. "Love you, sweetheart..."

You blindly set the hoodie on the arm of the couch to hold his fancy shirt in both hands, drawing him closer, knuckles brushing against the defined muscle beneath the fabric. "I love you, Sylus... Mm, so much... so much..."

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alexrosa13 · 20 days ago

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Valentine's Favourites

Sylus x female!reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: 2,4k words, overuse of the word kitten and allusions to cat like behavior

Note: fanfiction for my Valentine's Event

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← how are Luke & Kieran doing ★ continuation of the evening →

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Any day spent with Sylus was worth remembering, anytime he felt like it he spoiled you with various gifts and dates, indulging every desire of yours. This time he decided to surprise you, how much will you like the gift he prepared for you...

Being kidnapped from your apartment by your boyfriend who didn't want to share any information about where you were going was not on your to-do-list but oh well, here we are.

It's not that you didn't trust him, it was the fact that you were dying to know what came over him to pull a stunt like this, and he refused to acknowledge your questions.

The audacity of that man? But alright, you can try to act like it didn't bother you, looking out of the window of his luxurious car you tried your best to recognize your surroundings, but it seems that he was taking you to a totally unfamiliar place.

"When will you end my torment?" once again you turned your head his way to stare into his very soul, but he didn't act bothered in the slightest, sly smirk tugged on his lips, he didn't even spare a glance your way.

"Soon, sweetie, I promise, you need to be a little more patient than that." his teasing voice made you want to both: kiss him and strangle him. With a loud sigh you turned your attention back to the outside world, the trees passing fast before your eyes made you feel dizzy.

You closed your eyes, promising to open them in a moment, but then a moment became a minute, then two, then fifteen...

Quiet music coming from the speakers soothed you to sleep.

Sylus couldn't help but smile at the sight, his love, cuddled up in her seat, looking so vulnerable and calm, in contrast to her usual storm-like fierce character.

Well, she had the guts to take over the Onychinus one day if needed. But he wouldn't leave her to take care of such a responsibility, of course. The hard and dirty work shall be his, so she can enjoy herself in the world without worries.

Without counting the worries she felt because of his stubborn actions, but that's a story for another day.

Seeing your body starting to lean a little forward, he used his evol to make sure you won't hurt yourself if your head was to drop and hit something. Seeing you all comfy and safe once again he returned his full attention (99% of it) to the road.

He enjoyed your curious questions and bold but empty threats thrown his way. His favourite one was when you said you'll hang him like a pinãta and let the twins have some fun, how did you even come up with that?

He couldn't help but wonder what your reaction for his surprise will be. Will you be happy? Or disappointment? Will you shed some tears of joy or maybe call him a lunatic for driving you to nowhere just to ask one question.

The only thing that matters is your reaction and answer. Hopefully, you won't get disappointed.

It was around two hours later when you arrived at the destination.

"It's time to wake up kitten." his voice and him gently shaking your body woke you up, your eyes slowly opened, like in haze you stared at him while he tried to bring you to a fully conscious state.

"What..." your sleepy voice made him chuckle a little, he saw you closing your eyes again. Yeah, cats needed their sleep more than anything, right?

"Sweetie, we arrived." he kissed your head gently, your eyes opened once again, still looking tired after your nap.

He caressed your thigh for a moment before leaving the car to go and open your door. The moment he got to your side and crouched down you pulled him into a hug. Instantly his arms pulled you closer to him, making sure to keep your posture comfortable, and not let you lean too much down.

After half a minute or so, he gently moved you to sit back, which made you let out a quiet groan of disappointment at his warmth disappearing from you. He reached out for your shoes that you took off before your nap, carefully taking your ankle in his hands, moving it to rest on his thigh and putting your shoe on for you, giving your calf a kiss before following the same steps with your other leg.

After he was done he looked up, noticing your eyes closed again. A smirk tugged on his lips while he shook his head at your attics, before standing up and picking you up from your seat.

You didn't even flinch, already used to him carrying you whenever he finds the occasion to do so.

Closing the car doors with his leg and clicking the button on his keys to lock the vehicle, he started walking with you in his hold, your hands gripped his shirt like a kitten afraid to fall. Your eyes stayed closed, trusting him completely with your well-being. Your relaxed features made his expression soften, his precious kitten all comfortable in his arms.

The sun started shining a little brighter, irritating your eyes even with your eyelids shut closed, you hid your face in his chest, your arms wrapping around him tightly. He laughed at your behaviour once more.

The same woman who acted all cold and harsh with him the first few months he knew you, now completely trusting him to keep you safe. Your relationship started on rocks, but you managed to build a castle from the rumbles. And he couldn't be happier.

A couple minutes later he finally reached the place he wanted to show you.

"Sweetie... Open your eyes." slowly you followed his instructions. Meeting his eyes above you, the warm light making his features look more gentle than usual.

Slowly he puts you on your feet, your eyes never leaving each other. You stood up on the rocky path still hugging his side.

"Look." he whispered, his eyes turning to look at something ahead of you. You turned your head around, your eyes catching the grassy field full of white flowers. You tried to tell what kind of flowers they were, but you stood too far away from them "Those are datura flowers." he answered your silent question.

"Datura?" you peeked at his face above yours, him still holding you in the back hug "Aren't those like super poisonous?"

"They are." he kissed your head, unbothered.

"Why did you take me here?" you tried to search your mind for any memories that could somehow be connected to those flowers, but your thoughts were blank.

"There's a legend about those flowers, but it's a tale for another day. They just have a symbolism that matters to me." he pulled some strayed strands of hair behind your ear "I didn't just take you here to stare at the flowers."

"You didn't? Then what for?" you looked at him, your full attention dedicated to him.

"There's another place here that I want to show you." he took your hand in his, pulling you to walk after him.

"How did you even find this place? We're two or three hours away from Linkon, we'll be coming back in the middle of the night." he only chuckled at your question.

"Who said something about coming back tonight?" you looked at him stunned, but he didn't even glance your way.

"What do you mean?" you questioned again.

"I own a house not too far from here." you scoffed at his words.

"Pff of course you do." you continued your walk side by side, you tried to guess where he wanted to take you, but everything around you looked the same, no matter how many meters you walked.

After maybe twenty or so minutes you complained about him taking you to nowhere and making you move around too much when you just wanted to chill in your home. The only thing he said was 'be patient sweetie' just like before in the car.

Soon the sun started to hide behind the horizon, you couldn't help but gaze at the breathtaking sight before you, not noticing how your lover's attentive eyes were watching you, taking in the view of your beautiful face coated with warm orange light.

Too taken by the scene in the sky, you didn't see when you walked up to the place he wanted to show you all along.

You felt him coming to stop, your head instantly turned his way, asking a silent question. He only looked at you, with one corner of his mouth raised.

Confused you started to look around, the sight before you made your eyes widen.

A huge, red tree met your eye. Something about it making you feel like under a spell. In a daze you stared as the leaves swayed slowly with the wind, there were some lights hung on the branches, hidden behind the layer of leaves.

Your daydream got interrupted by Sylus's voice.

"Come back to me sweetie." you turned your head towards him, looking at him, waiting for explanation. Why did he take you here? "This place is also a part of the local legends. I guess you could also say that it has a... personal meaning to me." he looked at nature's creation.

"Personal meaning? May I ask why is that?" you observed his face, his expression not giving you any clue.

"A couple of years ago, that very tree was dying, locals tried their best to save it, but their efforts were not enough to help with its withering state. I paid it no mind at first, until I heard a legend surrounding that tree. It's said that a dragon lived in this village centuries ago, ruling the lands for many years, until..." his eyes turned to you "He sacrificed himself for his lover."

"Why did he have to sacrifice himself for love..." you asked, your tone gentle, Sylus started to look vulnerable, his gaze turned even softer.

"I don't know, there are many tales explaining that, some claim that his lover was the one who killed him, their greed for his richest becoming stronger than their love, some say that people rebelled against him, and he had to sacrifice himself for his lover to run away, others believe that he had to kill himself or else he would have to hurt his lover." your face took a rather sad expression.

"Which one do you believe is true?" his head lowered to kiss your forehead, soft smile gracing his lips.

"If I had to guess." he stopped to think for a moment "None of them." you looked at him confused, he couldn't help but chuckle at your expression "None of them ever made enough sense for me to believe them."

"Does everything need to make sense?" you crooked a smile, looking at him with something hiding in your gaze.

"No." he turned to look at the tree before you.

"What's the real reason you took me here?" you read through him once again.

"When I came here for the first time, this tree was almost dead, but it still clung to the last string connecting it to life, not letting itself leave this world." it reminded me of myself, the last string connecting me to this world being you "I decided to help it and a couple months later it grew larger, healthy and strong. I couldn't help but come back to this place every once in a while, something about it brought me a sense of peace." something only you were really able to achieve.

"It is peaceful here, unlike your usual environment." you giggled, hiding your head in his chest.

"Don't tell me you don't enjoy the thrill in our life sweetheart." our? "I brought you here because I wanted to show you more... Peaceful piece of my life. Something that you deserve more than the usual routine of the N109 Zone."

"I enjoy my days in the N109 Zone, I wouldn't change a thing." you nuzzled you head into his torso, earning yourself a quiet laugh from the man.

"I know sweetheart, seeing you happy in my home makes my heart fill with joy every time." gently he touched your chin, making you raise your head and meet his gaze "That's also part of the reason why I came out with a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" you were confused, what could he possibly talk about?

"Move in with me permanently." your brows raised in shock, was he actually asking you that? But you already talked about it..

"But... We said that we'll do that once we'll be ready to get married and stuff..." you let out a nervous giggle. Of course you wanted to agree, but you thought that it was still too early for him?

To your shock you saw him leaning down.

"What are you doing-" don't panic, don't panic, DON'T PANIC.

He kneeled before you, your palm still resting in his, you felt your heart beating two times faster than normally.

"Marry me." his voice didn't falter, his gaze confident. You wanted to faint on the spot.

"You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Kitten, I'm not."

"Sylus I..." his free hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a red velvet box.

You watched as he swiftly opened it, your eyes falling onto the ring probably worth more than your apartment.

"So? What's your answer?" you saw how his eyes seemed to lighten up every time you looked at them, you couldn't help but think about how he looked like a cat, pretending that he found himself in the same room with his owner totally by accident.

Your eyes left the jewelry, now looking straight into his eyes. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Sylus..." you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. The man of your life, the one who treated you like you deserved the world, who saw you at your worst and still reminded you how beautiful you were to him, was proposing to you "Of course I'll marry you."

He smiled, not his usual cocky grin, but a genuine smile. Gently he put the ring onto your finger, the gem adoring your hand perfectly.

He stood up, taking your face into his palms, your hands went up to his elbows.

He watched your glassy eyes shine, felt your happiness like it was his own, and maybe - it was.

His head dipped down to plant a kiss on your lips, deepening it almost instantly, sharing his feelings with you.

He absolutely adores you, and he'll continue to, through every life and story.

#sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus x mc #sylus x y/n #sylus fluff #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #l&ds sylus #lads sylus #lnds sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #l&ds #lads #lnds

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solifloris · 6 months ago

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Love & Deepspace Masterlist; organized alphabetically by character and fic type.

★ = personal fave/recommended. ◆ = request WIP.

oneshot = ≥1.5k words ; short fic = <1.5k words

2025 valentine's event : ft. OT5 + luke and kieran, jeremiah, thomas

to you who shines the brightest (i'll give you everything) : a kieran x mc!reader series. coming soon.

youtiful : on your darker days, the love & deepspace boys soothe you through your anxieties. [3/5 ; caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne]

::: oneshots

baby, kiss it better

sunday morning

Treacherous

This Love Is Ours (Kinktober 2024 - Nipple Play)

::: drabbles/short fics

Got me thinkin' Nonsense

to be loved is to be seen [SFW]

types of kisses [suggestive]

::: caleb braindumps

web weave ; when the safest i feel is in your arms

web weave ; i want to protect you...

safe haven (lvl 51 affinity call)

the hope there is in ending

::: oneshots

i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands ★

Muse

::: drabbles/short fics

your eyes

sit still (Kinktober 2024 - Deepthroating)

moonlit waves (Kinktober 2024 - Body Worship) ◆

::: oneshots

::: drabbles/short fics

Don't Make Me Bad (Addicted to You)

Once Upon A December [suggestive]

::: oneshots

Candy ★

Every word feels like a shooting star ★

Have we met before?

Pretty Little Mess

Red Lights

to love you more (Kinktober 2024 - Praise) [Lumiere]

the stars are jealous knowing you're by my side (Kinktober 2024 - Cum Play)

Your Highness, Believe Me. (Kinktober 2024 - Master/Servant) [Prince!Xavier] ★

::: drabbles/short fics

Behave ◆

Sweet Nothing ◆

::: xavier braindumps

web weave ; the love i have for you transcends the universe

lumiere

21 days

"i love you in every universe"

blobbu event (1) (2)

hualian agenda (tag) (long post)

no restraint

floral blessings

voyage of the outcast

::: oneshots

to the end of happiness

you look wonderful tonight

if i can have you (Kinktober 2024 - Breeding Kink) [Dawnbreaker]

::: drabbles/short fics

Pulse (Kinktober 2024 - Cardiophilia)

::: oneshots

Begin Again ; Jeremiah ★

Don't Let Me Love You ; Kieran ★

I Like It ; Luke

pretty girl ; Luke & Kieran (Kinktober 2024 - Somnophilia)

So it goes... ; Jeremiah

::: drabbles/short fics

Allow Me ; Greyson (Kinktober 2024 - Facesitting)

lock me in this dream ; Luke (Kinktober 2024 - Cuddlefucking)

kiss me or leave me ; Kieran (Kinktober 2024 - Dry Humping)

Pick me up, no headlights ; Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne

::: headcanons

69 hcs (xavier)

Awkward moments during sex (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

Corruption kink hcs (xavier)

Eating you out (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne, jeremiah)

Giving him a blowjob (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

How he acts in bed (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

How he teases you (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

Lacy Lingerie; somnophilia hcs (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

NSFW alphabet: jeremiah

NSFW alphabet: luke & kieran

Praising you (caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne, jeremiah, luke and kieran)

::: misc

luke & kieran analyses— (1) (2) (3) (4)

(6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

#navigation #masterlist #roxiewrites 🌹

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soli-floris · 28 days ago

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ᰔ — of chocolates and sweet, sweet love; will you be mine this valentine's?

btw — hi, this is roxie!! ( @rose-tinted-kalopsia ) !!about: a love and deepspace valentines fic event event duration: february 1 2025 — march 15 2025 genres included: smut / fluff / angst characters included: caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne, greyson, jeremiah, luke (and/or) kieran, thomas expectations: x-afab!reader fics that i will try my best to keep between 600-1.5k words hehe!

how does this work? send me an ask with: (1) a character of your choice, (2) a genre of your choice, and — (3) either a place you'd like to go on a date, or a gift you'd like to receive! you may add in a valentines prompt to your request if you wish!

note; please view my request rules here, especially if you plan on requesting smut! this is also not first-come-first-serve, and i cannot promise to do every single request sent my way — but i will do my absolute best to! just please be patient with me 🥰🤲

i'll be accepting and writing requests for as long as the event is ongoing! you can follow the "solifloris valentine25" tag, or check the masterlist below 🥰

— to be listed by character, alphabetically.

::: caleb

but the sun kissed you first — playground date; fluff & hurt/comfort. wc

cozy — convenience store date; fluff. wc 1.6k

take my hand, my gorgeous princess. — royal-themed banquet date; fluff & smut. wc

::: xavier

your love surrounds me like a lullaby — pillow fort date; fluff. wc

the moon pales in comparison to you — banquet date; smut & hurt/comfort. wc

::: zayne

art class — pottery date; fluff. wc

love you twice — home date; hurt/comfort. wc 3k

tell me your love again — receiving liquor chocolates; fluff & smut. wc

::: jeremiah

honey is sweeter with you — home date; fluff. wc 1.2k

::: luke & kieran

melt for you like affogato — luke; amusement park date; fluff. wc

love countdown — luke & kieran; receiving homemade chocolate; fluff. wc

© solifloris. all rights reserved. do not: steal, copy, repost, reupload, modify, or claim any of my works as your own, regardless of credit given. absolutely do not use my works for AI training and other related purposes.

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 1 year ago

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Kieran x reader

A little something I was thinking of. Happy Valentine’s Day folks.

You’ve heard of the old rumor from Galar about giving an Applin to the one you have feelings for, and seeing as today was a very special day, you knew you just had to go for it, as there was a special someone you wanted to give an Applin to.

Since you arrived in Kitakami, you’ve become close to Kieran and his sister, Carmine, but more so with Kieran. Over time, you and him have gotten closer and closer, and you may or may not have developed a little crush on him. Carmine had figured it out, since she is his sister after all, and she’ll often tease you about your crush on her brother, which always flustered you to no end, so you’ll occasionally just try to brush it off or leave if it gets to be too much.

So when you remembered the rumor with the Applin, you just had to give one to Kieran! However, you wanted it to be a special one, one that he wouldn’t ever forget. So you had spent hours, and hours, days before this certain special day, before you had finally found it. Now it was time to give it to him.

“Kieran!” You called out to him as you approached him, waving to him with a smile on your face.

“Oh! Hey, Y/n.” He looked over as you walked up to him. “Did.. did you need something?” He tilts his head slightly in a curious manner.

“No, not at all! I was just wondering if you would like to hang out with me.”

“Oh, uh, sure, I don’t really have anything else to do… that I can think of anyway.”

“Great! Let’s go!” You grabbed his hand and the two of you were off! You two went to several places around Kitakami, including the loyalty plaza, the apple hills, and wherever else you could think of, just talking and enjoying each other’s company. Kieran would occasionally ask you how your Pokemon were doing, and what other plans you had in mind. You honestly weren’t too sure, really, but you answered his questions as best you could, as well as asking him questions as well.

“Have you ever wanted to travel to other regions, Kieran?” You looked over at him as you walked beside him, him tapping his chin in thought for a few moments before he shrugged in response.

“I.. have thought about it, but I don’t want to leave Carmine and my family.. but.. the idea of seeing other regions does sound like fun.”

“I see..” you smiled softly, nodding. “I know what you mean. I would love to travel to other regions, see all sorts of places and Pokemon!”

“Would you.. perhaps want to.. travel together?” Kieran asked you, playing with a piece of his hair, which you always thought was kind of cute.

“You… would want to travel together with me?”

“W..well, yeah, I would. We’re so close, and I wouldn’t want to travel with anyone else. I mean, yes, Carmine is my sister and all but… I just enjoy spending time with you more than her.” He shrugged in response.

“That.. really means a lot, thank you, Kieran.” You smiled faintly, then stopped suddenly, him stopping as well.

“Is something wrong, Y/n?” You shook your head, before reaching into your pocket. A pokeball. You take Kieran’s hand into your own, placing the pokeball into his hand.

“For you, Kieran.”

“For.. for me?” He seemed a little confused, yet intrigued. He then let the pokemon out of the pokeball. It was a beautiful shiny green Applin. Kieran’s eyes widened at the sight, gently picking it up.

“You.. you got them for me?” You nodded at this, hoping that he liked it.

“I love it, Y/n,” he smiled faintly, the Applin let out a happy cry as it rubbed its face against his cheek. “Oh! That reminds me, I have something for you, too.”

“Oh..?” Without a word, Kieran handed you a pokeball. “I, um, hope you like it.” You let out the pokemon from its pokeball, and in its place… was a shiny Applin. Yet this one was bigger than the one you gave Kieran, and it seemed a little timid, yet friendly.

“It seems we had the same idea, haha.” Kieran rubbed the back of his head.

“It seems that way.” You smiled faintly, holding his hand once more.

“I love you, Kieran.”

“I.. I love you too, Y/n.” He glanced away from you, and you noticed a faint blush on his face. You smiled softly and kissed his cheek softly, which caught him off guard, as his face turned a little more red.

“Th..thank you, Y/n. Come on, it’s getting late.” You nodded and the two of you started heading back towards his place, holding your shiny Applin in your arms.

#pokemon #sfw #kieran #trainer kieran #kieran/reader #kieran x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot #pokemon x reader

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sunni-writes · 16 days ago

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𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

Sylus! x Fem Reader! Valentines Day With Sylus CW: PWP, Domestic/Softie Sylus, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Begging, Mention of MC Passing out, Breeding, Subby MC, Use of the word 'Kitten'

"Someone's excited." Sylus jokes as you practically drag him out of his home and push him into his car.

"I just want to make sure we get there on time!" you say, making your way into car and buckling yourself in.

It was Valentines Day, a day to celebrate a special connection to a special someone. So, who better to celebrate with than Sylus? Usually, he'd be the one to do all the planning and set up for your dates or you would both plan something together, but this year, you wanted to surprise him for a change. You had the entire day planned out. First a fancy new Jazz restaurant that just opened up in Linkon with a beautiful Skyview. Then the two of you would visit the fun laser tag place, where you would give him a proper butt-kicking. And then a walk through the park to play with the kitties that Sylus loved so much, and to end the day when you go back to his place...

Your face feels warm as you remember the attire you bought and stored away in your suitcase for your weekend rendezvous in the N109 Zone. A very special lingerie that you were certain he would like.

You could only hope Luke and Kieran would be done with the set up by the time you returned. It was all going to be perfect! At least you though so...before getting to the restaurant.

"Sorry madam but all our tables are full." the host tells you, with an apologetic look

"But...that can't be, I booked a table in advance." You say, confused as you press a button on you watch to pull up the holographic screen of your emails. You checked, and sure enough you had booked a table at the restaurant for this time.

"It appears that there may have been some sort of glitch with our website. The table you requested had already been booked by a different group. However, if you'd like we can reschedule for that table in let's say...a week from today?" He says as he scrolls to the next most recent availability.

You can't help but pout in disappointment, before you feel a gentle touch of a hand on your shoulder. "That'll be fine." you hear Sylus say, making you turn to him in confusion. "Why don't we go somewhere else instead? I know the perfect place, Sweetie." he suggests as a takes your hand in his own.

You feel a tad bit disappointed; you had worked so hard to find the perfect place, this restaurant had a lot of his favorite foods and the kind of music that you were sure he'd be humming all day after hearing it. The atmosphere was perfect.

But then he gives you a reassuring smile, and gently squeezes your hand, and you feel yourself relax a little.

He takes you to a quaint little 'hole in the wall' restaurant instead. There's only a handful of people inside, but the food is good and the little old lady who owns the restaurant tells you that you and your 'husband' make a beautiful couple.

"You're a lucky lady, miss. Your husband is quite handsome."

Sylus seems to smile at that, while your own face flushes at the thought of you two being married. Despite that, neither of you correct her.

"Thank you. However, I'm the lucky one..." he comments, his gaze never leaving your face as he places a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

The lady smiles endearingly. "Oh, to be young and in love again." she sighs, seemingly recalling her own past love as she makes her way to the kitchen.

When she comes back, she's carrying two large plates of food, "wait- miss? I think we got the wrong order..." you say, staring at the buffet stacked before you.

The lady waves off your words, "It's on the house." she starts to say as she glances between the two of you. "Afterall, you'll need to widen those hips a bit if you ever plan on having children."

You choke.

"Ha ha, I think it's a little too soon for that." you reply back to the nice lady. You can hear Sylus snickering at you, and just as you turn to shoot him a glare, he's already picking up a fork full of food and holding it in front of your mouth with a smirk.

"Eat up, kitten."

---

The next stop was laser tag. Dancing around in your seat as you pull up to the place, you practically rush out of the car and up the steps to the building.

However-

As you close in on the building you notice a small "Closed" sign on the door, and a note from the management that the place is temporarily closed due to "unforseen circumstances". Whatever that meant.

Instantly, you feel your heart sink.

"No..." you huff out in disappointment. Sylus eyes the sign from behind you in silence, his fingers fiddling with a coin he pulled from his pocket. "Don't worry..." he assures you, "We can do something else instead."

For the second time today, Sylus comes to the rescue. Instead of laser tag, he takes you to a private shooting range and instead of shooting at each other, instead the two of you aim at targets and compete for who gets the most headshots.

It wasn't what you had planned but it was still nice. Still, when it's over you can't help but wish things were different. You had wanted to surprise him; he was always gifting you such extravagant gifts and taking you to amazing places. You had hoped to do something nice for him for a change but instead, he was just taking care of you again.

Still, the least you could do now was try to remain positive. He still seemed to be having a good time. Plus, you still had the kitties to look forward to and there was no chance a park would be closed.

"I win!" you gloat, playfully, as you both calculate your points. "Guess the leader of Onychinus can't compete with a skilled hunter like myself when it comes to guns."

Lost in your joy of having kicked the leader of a crime syndicates but in a battle of target practice, you don't notice the way Sylus' eyes soften as he sees the way smile up at the scoreboard.

"Yeah...I guess not."

---

As the two you of you exit the gun range your greeting by the now dim light of outside. As you peer up into the sky, you notice grey clouds have taken form and blocked out the sun, dimming the expanse around you.

Then it hits you, the first drop of due from the clouds above. It was about to rain.

"I don't think there'll be any kitties in the park today..." Sylus says as he drapes his jacket over your head and guides you back to the car.

You had checked the forecasts...it wasn't supposed to rain today.

The sigh that leaves your lips is long and drawn out. Your lip trembles slightly and you drop your head to keep him from seeing the look on your face.

First the restaurant messed up your booking. Then the laser tag place was closed and now, no kitties?? Was Sylus even enjoying himself? He kept having to fix every little thing. Why was everything going wrong today?

You wanted to stay positive, for his sake, but you hated that you couldn't do this one thing, and on such a special day.

He guides you back to the car quickly, not wanting for you to get sick in this weather, and you silently follow.

Once you're in the car, he turns on the heater so the two of you can warm up, then begins the drive back to the N109 Zone. He doesn't say anything at first, the drive home fairly quiet for the most part but, at some point or another his hands find their way back to yours.

"Don't fret about today. We can do all the things you had planned some other time." he says, trying to make her feel better.

"I know, I'm just disappointed. I had planned everything so perfectly and nothing went as I planned. I really wanted to make you happy today...but everything got ruined" you reply, muttering the last part a bit.

There's a short pause between the two of you as you pull into his garage, and then he speaks up again. "Sweetie, with you around, I'm always happy. It doesn't matter what we do or where we are. You're what makes me smile. I love you."

A warm feeling washes over you as he speaks those three words out loud. He had never said them before...sure he had expressed it in more ways than one but hearing him say it set your entire body ablaze.

"I love you too." You say back, looking up at him with teary eyes.

---

When the two of you get inside, it's much earlier than planned. Yet despite that Luke and Kieran don't seem surprised in the slightest.

Instead, the surprised one is you, the two of them standing the living room in front of a giant dino plushie, several floral bouquets all over the room, and various heart shaped chocolate boxes all over the place.

Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, "I knew I should've picked the plushie myself" he states as he looks at the oversized thing in his home. Your apartment was too small, he doubted something so big could fit inside, he barely could fit inside your apartment and this thing had to be at least a few feet taller than himself. Plus, he had told them to get the crow plushie.

"But boss...this one look like you." Keiran stated pointing to its face.

"Yeah, she'd definitely like this one more." Luke added.

Sylus was about to say something else, but the sound of your giggling turns his attention away from the two jesters. "Thank you, Sylus. I love it." is all you say, yet it's enough to steal his breath away.

"Today's been pretty hectic. Why don't we just relax and turn on a movie?" you suggest. Sylus smiles softly and nods, "Yeah...I'd like that."

The both of you shower in separate bathrooms and you take brief opportunity to slip the lingerie on underneath your robe.

As the sun sets, you and Sylus are snuggled up together on his bed as a cheesy romance movie plays on the tv in his bedroom -- a new addition to his room that was added in for occasions like this one.

You play with his soft hair while he lays in your lap. There was still one more gift you wanted to give him. "What're you thinking about?" he asks, noticing you lost in thought.

"Well...I still have one more gift for you." You admit shyly, averting your gaze. You weren't usually this shy with him, but you hadn't done something like this before with him, so you were a little nervous.

He raises his eyebrow, your sudden confession piquing his interest.

"Oh? What is it?" he asks, inquisitively.

"Well... It'd be better if I showed you instead." You answer, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

Sylus looks at you with playful suspicion. "Don't tell me, is it another bomb?" he asks with a playful smirk on his lips.

"Maybe..." You answer back, matching his playful tone.

You muster up what courage you have and make your way off the bed, standing over him as he props himself up to get a better look at you.

Right on cue, the lights in the room turn red, and the little flower canons hidden throughout the room go off, sending rose petals flying, floating down throughout the room.

And, as the petals flutter slowly onto the floor, with it drops your robe.

Revealing your outfit underneath

His eyes glow in the dark and yet upon seeing you they still darken instantly, but he makes no effort to move just yet.

"Will you...unwrap me?" you ask, teasingly.

He doesn't give you a verbal answer, instead your suddenly hoisted off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist for support as he pulls you into a kiss.

Your heart rates sync up, beating quickly as he kneads the soft plush of your ass with his hands, while groaning into your mouth.

The kiss is desperate, full of yearning and desire. It's like he's trying to commit the feel of your lips to memory and imprint the taste of you on his tongue.

As you find yourself dropped onto the bed, he pulls away to rid himself of his own robe, letting the soft silk pool beneath his feet.

"I'm guessing you like your gift?" you taunt, though given how breathless you sound, it only gets a chuckle out of him.

" Oh I love it, Kitten." he answers back just as breathless, as he hovers on top of you, peppering your skin with kisses "But... you'll have to forgive me."

"What? Why?" You moan out as his kisses gradually get more and more intense as they make their way from your neck, to between your breasts, down your stomach, and between your thighs.

"Because" he places a kiss just a few centimeters from where you want him to be. "I'm about to ruin your last surprise..."

"Sylus...Wha-" RIIP.

The seat of your panties is torn off your body before you can even get a chance to speak.

He moves quick, giving you no time to think before his face is buried in between your thighs, his tongue circling around your clit before sucking on it softly. All the while, his eyes never leave yours - observing every reaction.

Your back arches up from the bed, and you can't help grind against his tongue as your hands bury themselves in his soft white hair.

"Oh fuck!" You whine, as he slides his tongue between the soft petals of your 'flower' fucking you with his tongue while his thumb continues to massage your clit.

"Does it feel good, kitten?" he asks, teasing you as two of his long fingers slowly sink inside of you. You can swear a growl erupts from his chest as he feels the way you pulse around his fingers.

His tongue swipes up and down your bundle of nerves and he slowly opens you up with his fingers. "Tell me you like it, beg me for more...."

he fucks into you faster, the veins in his arms protruding slightly as his hand picks up speed.

"I li..like it! Oh fuck...Sylus please!"

"More..." he practically commands, while picking up the pace.

You start to squirm, an orgasm fast approaching, but he's quick. His free hand presses your waist down into the mattress, keeping you in place as pure bliss washes over your body. Your thighs tremble, but he doesn't stop or slow down, kissing your thighs and whispering soft words of affirmation as he finger fucks you through your orgasm.

When it's over his tongue is back on you, lapping up the juices that spilled from you. You whimper from the sensation, sensitive still as he eats you like a man starved.

"S-Sylus..." you whine, trying to squirm away from his fervent tongue.

Theirs a glint in his eyes that makes him almost seem scary in the dim lighting of the room. Like part of him is lost in lust, it's such a primal stare that you would swear that he intends to devour you.

"Taste yourself." Is all he says, as he brings you into another heated kiss. You kiss back, meeting his desperation with twice as much passion. He licks the inside of your mouth, and you actually get a taste of yourself from his tongue.

You're so lost in the kiss that your mind blanks, and the soft shuffling of his underwear being slipped off and dropped on the floor goes unheard.

It's not until you feel the firm head of his dick pressing up against your that you come back into focus.

"Sylus wait..." you start to say as you press up against his shoulder. "Do you want to stop?" he asks, checking to make sure you were okay.

You flip over, making it so you were now on top. In part because you wanted control...but also because you had a feeling that if he had control most definitely lose it.

"I'll be the one in control tonight." you state matter-of-factly. He's shocked at first but lets you have your way -- for now.

"Go ahead."

He watches you as you take his cock into your hands, the size of it making you falter a bit. He wasn't just long but thick too, you could feel the veins that run alongside it. As you line it up with your entrance you can't help but wonder how you managed to fit it inside you the first time.

You push down a bit, earning a soft sigh from Sylus as you slowly sink down onto his tip. He's trying his best not to buck his hips up into you, but the way your face looks as you take him in inch by inch is too cute. He wants more, more reactions, more of your pretty sounds, more of you, all of you.

He holds your hips, guiding you down more until finally you're sat on top of him. You're shaking like a leaf, and he gives you just a moment to adjust before grinding his hips up into you. It's slow, but just quick enough to coax a few moans out of you.

You match his pace, bouncing up and down to match his thrusts. He places his hand at the nape of your neck, pulling your face down so he could kiss you while the sound of your bodies connecting fills the room.

You moan in his mouth, and he brings his hand down to grab and grip and the soft flash of your ass.

In seconds you're flipped over again, and you gasp as he pins your legs to your chest.

"Sylus?? What're you--I mean I'm supposed to--"

He slowly draws his hips back, leaving only the tip inside your heat, then thrusts back in fast, the sound of skin on skin echoing loudly in the room from its impact.

"Sorry Sweetie, but I'd much rather play with my new gift this way."

You're left with no time to think, as he does it again. and again. setting a new pace that has your mind blanking.

The sex feels nothing short of primal as he practically digs a space for himself inside you, burying himself inside your pussy.

This time, the two of you cum together, and your vision fuzzes from the jolts of pleasure that flow through you.

"Seems like your body prefers when I'm in control too..." he whispers in your ear just before nipping at it lightly.

You think that after he came, that would be the end. Yet despite his recent orgasm, the man hovering over you is still as hard as ever.

He must read your expression well, because the next words that leave his lips have you shaking with anticipation. "Did you think I would be done with just this? Valentines' day isn't over until the sun comes up, and I intend to enjoy my gift all night."

Flipping you over to your hands and knees, he starts again. Thrusting at an impossible pace to keep up with, pushing himself as deep as your body will allow, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you over and over again.

"I love you..." he whispers, kissing away a few tears that fall as another orgasm consumes you. Never had you felt this good before, it was amazing and too much all at the same time.

You tell him you love him too and he groans, while pressing into you deeper, harder.

'He's a beast' you think as he tells you he wants more. To hear his name from his lips more. To hear you tell him you love him more. More sounds. More.

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Both your bodies drenched in sweat; his fluids mixed in with yours is dripping down your thighs, and bites and bruises litter your skin. You're not sure how much more of it you can handle. He's slowed down, thrusting more gently to accommodate for the fact that you're more sensitive, but shows no sign of exhaustion. Only desperation and yearning. He keeps at it like once he stops you'll disappear.

"No more..." you croak, voice hoarse from all the screaming you've done.

His face is buried in your chest, kissing any spots he thinks he's missed with his cock still buried inside you. He looks up at you with a look of longing, and for the first time ever you catch him pouting.

"Just...one more..." he asks, practically begs, while kissing each of your nipples, "The suns not up just yet..."

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The sun is shining through the curtains when you wake up. Your entire body feeling both sore and heavy. Instead of the lingerie you wore last night, you're in one of Sylus' black buttons ups and a fresh pair of underwear, and your body is clean and so are the sheets.

The fresh smell of food catches your attention as Sylus makes his way in with painkillers and breakfast. "You're awake." he chirps, much to lively for someone who was up all night.

"Did you sleep at all?" you ask, concerned as you try to sit up.

"Don't move. Let me take care of you." He states as he sits down on the edge of the bed with tray in hand, "And yes, I slept just fine after making sure you were cleaned up." he answers, holding some food up to your lips.

"Are you some kinda beast? Why am I the only one tired and sore?" You frown but take a bite anyway.

"I didn't think you'd pass out. Next time, I'll be more careful." he says in a genuinely apologetic.

You sigh, giving a small "it's fine." to show you weren't really upset. You honestly kind of liked that side of him. "Next Valentines Day, I'll give you an even greater gift, and I'll be in control" you mutter, taking another bite of food that he offers.

He smiles, imagining another year with you at his side, "I'm looking forward to it."

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Authors Note: Hey Everyone! This is my first fic! I hope you enjoyed the read, it's a long one but I really wanted to give a full valentines day experience with the character! Ignore any spelling or grammar errors. English is my second language and any mistakes I will try to revise and fix! For any Love and Deep Space Players who want to Connect, you can find me on X and Ao3 (Check in BIO!) I also intend on making a Discord chat for anyone (21+) who would be open to making requests, making suggestions, or just yapping about Love and Deepspace Content so please be on the lookout for that soon! I hope you enjoy the story, and more for the other LI's will be coming soon!

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